#second ultimate battleground

[sparrow-bear]

Okay so here’s the thing that gets me about Good Omens (s2 in particular):

Earth and humanity are (as far as we know) meant to exist so that heaven and hell have a playing field to best one another, initially by seeing who can exert their influence on humans most and ultimately as a battleground for their war. Humans themselves are kinda inconsequential.

But! Anyone from either side who comes to earth with even a *skerrick* of curiosity immediately starts to fall for the emergent properties of humanity- the music, the food, the art, the shades of grey that simply do not exist in heaven or hell. We see this in Aziraphale and Crowley who have found ways to keep their positions on earth for 6000 years yes, but we see it even more in Beelzebub and Gabriel, who have been to earth many times but only started to *see* it for the first time together, and in Muriel who we are told has never been to Earth before and is overcome with excitement seemingly within seconds of arriving.

There is something so deliciously pure and healing about this story that centres not just love between individuals being the most powerful thing in the universe, but also the simple love of *being alive*. It’s so potent that celestial/demonic powers succumb to the joy of living the *moment* they open themselves up to it. To see these timeless entities stumbling together through human history interacting with and delighting at, not humans themselves so much but the things that they have created. To know that the joy they find in these human constructs is literally changing the very fabric of who they are in ways that they clearly find freeing and deeply fulfilling. That they would literally rather live their quaint little lives on earth, drinking and eating their fill and experiencing human creations, than fulfil their purpose in some cosmic destiny. That they’ll fight to protect it so fiercely even though they’ve been told it’s destruction is preordained.

It’s wild that a story that doesn’t have human characters at it’s centre (in the show anyway), so expertly conveys the joy of being human. Whether you believe humanity exists for a purpose or not, we are simply silly little creatures with an overactive pleasure drive making things that are infinitely more complex than the sum of their parts.

Idk man, it’s the absolute reverence for simple contentment this story holds above all else that gives me life (especially in contrast to its irreverence of Christian morality). I liked season 1 a lot but season 2 soothed some deep hurt in my heart and I’m just so grateful it exists.

#I don’t even know if I properly described it here #I just have so many emotions #*slaps my own back* this baby can fit so many feelings in them #good omens #good omens 2 #good omens season 2 #good omens spoilers #ineffable husbands #ineffable bureaucracy #Muriel must be protected at all costs #good omens analysis #good omens meta #okay wow we’re all a little starving for the simple joys of life huh

[south-of-heaven]

Could you write a fic with any male wrestler of your choice x daughter reader? Possibly if he gets hurt in the ring so she runs out to try and help him?

Opportunist || Edge x Daughter!Reader

Summary: You run out to save your dad from the Judgement Day's brutal assault.

The air crackles with tension as the Judgment Day faction launches a ruthless attack on your father, Edge. Panic surges through you as you watch the chaos unfold from backstage. Without a second thought, you sprint out, driven by an instinctive need to protect your dad.

The sounds of the ongoing brawl intensify as you reach the entrance ramp. The ring is a chaotic battlefield, and your heart pounds in your chest. You spot your father, locked in a fierce struggle with Finn and Damian. Determination eclipses your fear as you charge forward, eyes fixed on the scene unfolding in the ring.

In the midst of the chaos, your presence doesn't go unnoticed. Edge, caught in the struggle, glimpses you rushing towards the ring. His eyes widen for a moment, a mix of concern and surprise crossing his face. The realization that you've rushed into the danger zone to save him adds a layer of urgency to the situation.

You slide into the ring, adrenaline pumping through your veins. The Judgment Day members hesitate, momentarily thrown off guard by your unexpected arrival. Your focus remains solely on your father, who, in the midst of the skirmish, manages to lock eyes with you.

"Get out of here, Y/N!" he shouts, his voice a mix of concern and command.

But you refuse to back down. Channeling the intensity that runs in your blood, you charge at the assailants, throwing punches and kicks with a determination that surprises even you. The odds may be against you, but the love for your father fuels your resilience.

Edge, despite the ongoing struggle, can't help but feel a surge of pride. He watches as you fearlessly stand by his side, a beacon of hope in the chaotic storm. The momentum shifts, the unexpected arrival of the boss's daughter injecting an unpredictable element into the confrontation.

The chaotic brawl continues, but your presence tips the scales. The Judgment Day members, now facing unexpected resistance, begin to retreat. The ring, once a battleground, starts to clear, the attackers withdrawing in the face of unexpected defiance.

Edge, battered and bruised, meets you in the center of the ring. His expression softens as he embraces you, a mix of relief and gratitude evident in his eyes. The tumultuous encounter may have subsided, but the unspoken bond between father and daughter has never been stronger.

As you stand together in the ring, the echoes of the thwarted attack resonate. Edge gazes at you with pride, realizing that his daughter's courage and determination are forces to be reckoned with. In the face of adversity, you've proven that the spirit of the Ultimate Opportunist runs strong in the family.

#wwe fanfiction #wwe x reader #pro wrestling #wrestling #wwe #edge x reader #edge wwe #adam copeland x reader #edge x daughter!reader

[kitchenisking]

December fic rec

Spoiled by SterekvsSteter - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 875, sterek)

Stiles is just barely underage and Derek refuses to touch him until his birthday, but Stiles knows all the right buttons to push to get what he wants.

It was a Challenge!! by Kalin - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 2,444, sterek)

Derek has a kink. Stiles finds out about said kink. Let's just say faerie godmothers kinda exist. SMUT!

if you gave me a chance (i would take it) by EvanesDust - (Rating: T, Words: 4,098, sterek)

Knowing that soulmates don’t always end with a happily ever after, Stiles keeps his mark covered. The universe can’t tell him who to love.

Derek’s soulmark turns a deep maroon as soon as he meets his new roommate—Stiles Stilinski. It’s really too bad that Stiles doesn’t believe in soulmates.

Compelled by FelOllie - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,023, sterek)

“I'm sorry.” Stiles held a hand up to stop Deaton mid-sentence. “Could you just repeat that for me one more time?”

“It's a compulsion spell.” Deaton dutifully repeated. 

“Meaning what, exactly?” Stiles pressed, leaning heavily against the metal table beside where Derek had perched at Stiles' behest. 

“Meaning that Derek would feel compelled to do whatever the caster told him to do.” Deaton explained. “My guess, in this instance, is that she wanted to claim you and needed Derek's permission to do so.”

bad blood, black blood by thedevilyousay - (Rating: T, Words: 2,683, sterek)

“I object!”

Stiles stumbles through the doors at the back of the chapel, haphazardly flinging them open in his attempt to get through them faster. He feels rather than sees the whole room stop what they’re doing in order to turn and look at him. For a second that lasts entirely too long, he considers turning back around again to leave but ultimately decides he’s already come this far. Leaning heavily on the first pew he comes to, he tries again, wiping the blood off his face with the ruined sleeve of his hoodie and clearing his throat. 

“I object! To this marriage. I object.”

And I wish I could shout you out by DefNotForWork - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,862, sterek)

It was the first time Derek shut him up by kissing him. The first of many. And it was almost cute.

Or in which Derek keeps stopping Stiles from saying important things, and Stiles thinks it's because he just doesn't want to hear them.

Unneeded Lessons by RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2) - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,356, sterek)

Stiles is sneaky, but Derek will always be able to see through it. However this time it works well for his own needs.

Horizons into Battlegrounds by AClosedFicIsNeverRead - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 15,385, sterek)

Derek has always kept his distance from Stiles, refusing to act on his instinctive desire for the pale, doe-eyed human. But at what cost? When circumstances reveal the horrors that Stiles has suffered due to Derek's self-imposed distance, will the Alpha be able to make it right before it's too late?

Scent Trials by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,870, sterek)

Stiles is am omega with a seemingly off-putting scent and was convinced he would be alone as no one found him remotely appealing. He finds out the head alpha of their territory, Derek Hale, is holding a scent trial to find a compatible omega. Stiles has to go along with it despite knowing he won;t be chosen. It would just be another rejection. But he can't even begin to predict how the day will go.

Stitched Up by SophieTrancy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 5,954, sterek)

Stiles Stilinski was very happy, working for the C.A.O. He was damn good at his job and he loved every second of it. But, maybe it was just his luck, he got shot. He got shot and found himself under house arrest for a whole month. But hey, this is Stiles. After one of the strongest heats of his life and long 14 days with nothing to do, he decided to leave his apartment. 

Derek Hale had been trying to put himself back together, after the fire. After years of not being able to shift back into his human form, Derek decided it was time to search for his mate. The mate he had to abbandon because of the loss of his pack. Derek still had a long way to go, to try and go back to being that same happy, joyful person he used to be and, maybe he never did go back to that, but at least he'd try. For Stiles. To be the Alpha he had never had the chance to be for his Omega.

But bumping into the boy in a restaurant in New York wasn't how Derek had planned to break him the news. Stiles had never known they were mates, growing up and leaving Beacon Hills without ever finding one. But, suddenly, there Derek was. And Stiles had no fucking clue what was going on.

#sterek #derek hale #stiles stilinski #fanfiction #stiles x derek #kitcheniskingficrecs #ficrec #fanfic

[virgoilluminati]

World Class

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A/N: hey guys! It's been a while, I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in AGES but I started Uni! And its honestly just one of the weirdest experiences of my life. This is the next chapter of this world class series, honestly dk when this will be finished or when the next chapter will be but enjoy :)

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: y/n being main character lmao (the angst is so extra and unnecessary but i wanted to make this story so extra). Jude Bellingham being a cutie pa tootie and swearing lol. 💕

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leahwilliamson we won the fifa match

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keirawalsh you may have won the battle but i will win the war 💥💥

leahwilliamson Leah 1, Keira 0. Easy peasy!

y/nmorrison @leahwilliamson I have now officially had a coffee overdose thanks to you two.

The soft morning light struggled to pierce through the curtains, and there you were, dragged into an unexpected adventure. Leah, the early morning dynamo and the team's captain, had leaped onto your bed with the grace of a ninja sloth.

"Rise and shine, superstar!" Leah declared, bouncing on your bed like it was a trampoline.

You, still half-asleep, attempted to process the bizarre situation. "Leah, what on earth are you doing?"

But Leah was on a mission, grabbing your wrist and dragging you downstairs like a determined detective chasing a criminal. Downstairs, in the living room, she pointed to the TV with the seriousness of an FBI agent about to crack a case.

"The TV."

You blinked, slowly realizing the gravity of the situation. "Leah, it's just a TV."

"No! It's FIFA!" Leah protested with the conviction of a conspiracy theorist. "I've been trying to beat Keira since the dawn of time, but she always wins. The only way I can beat her is by practicing."

You, still in your pajamas and jet-lagged from a recent trip to Spain, sighed. "When's your next game?"

"Today at 8 AM," Leah replied, her eyes gleaming with determination.

"So, let me get this straight," you said, trying to wrap your head around it all. "You woke me up at the crack of dawn to help you practice FIFA so you can defeat Keira at 8 AM?"

Leah nodded vigorously. "Exactly!"

You rubbed your eyes and reached for the coffee maker. "Alright, alright. But first, coffee. Lots and lots of coffee."

As you all gathered around the TV, your FIFA boot camp began. Mary joined in at 6 AM, bewildered by the early morning antics. "Leah, Y/N, what are you—"

But one glance at the TV, and she got it. "You've been sucked into the Keira vs. Leah saga, haven't you?" she asked, shaking her head.

You, already on your second cup of coffee, groaned and begged Mary to show you how to take a penalty kick, realizing that this absurd adventure had no end in sight.

As if on cue, the door swung open, revealing the towering figure of Bronze, the star defender. She surveyed the scene with an arched eyebrow and a bemused smile.

"What on earth is happening here?" Bronze asked, her voice a blend of curiosity and amusement.

Leah, still fervently determined to achieve FIFA greatness, answered before you could. "We're gearing up for the ultimate showdown with Keira. It's a matter of life and death, you know!"

Bronze chuckled, crossing her arms. "Alright, let me show you kids some of my international soccer wizardry." With that, she grabbed the controller from your hand and began demonstrating advanced maneuvers, earning impressed nods from the rest of you.

The living room had transformed into a battleground of FIFA enthusiasts, with tips and tricks flying faster than a Messi free-kick. The clock ticked on, the sun climbed higher, and the smell of coffee became a permanent fixture in the room.

Just when you thought your day couldn't get any stranger, the door creaked open again, and in strolled Daly. She eyed the chaos with a raised eyebrow, her imposing presence making the room feel smaller.

"What's all this commotion?" Daly asked, her deep voice cutting through the virtual crowd.

Leah, still on her mission to recruit everyone for the Keira vs. Leah face-off, eagerly explained. "It's Keira vs. Leah, Daly. I need to outmatch her at FIFA, and we're in intense training mode."

Daly considered this for a moment, then grinned. "Count me in. Let's give Keira a run for her virtual money."

With Daly on your side, your team was complete. The living room had evolved into a makeshift soccer arena, where tactics and skills were honed with determination. As the sun reached its zenith, you were more resolved than ever to dethrone Keira from her FIFA throne.

Keira, little did she know, was about to face a united front. A team of fierce competitors, armed with newfound FIFA skills, and fueled by caffeine and sheer determination, was poised to take her on in the virtual soccer showdown of the century. The saga had become a sideshow in itself, and it was only a matter of time before the epic showdown unfolded on the pixelated pitch.

The living room had been transformed into a battlefield of pixelated glory as Leah and Keira prepared to face off in the ultimate FIFA showdown. Each was seated on one end of the sofa, clutching their controllers like they were the keys to victory. On either side of the room, their respective teams had gathered, divided into passionate discussions of strategy.

Keira's dream team consisted of Millie, Chloe, Alessia, and Ella, all known for their formidable FIFA skills. The tension in the room was palpable as the match commenced.

Leah, her eyes fixed on the screen, whispered to herself with determination, "I've trained for this moment. It's time to show Keira what I'm made of."

Keira, on the other hand, couldn't resist a sly grin. "Ready to be humbled, Leah?"

The virtual soccer field came to life, but it wasn't just about the game; it was about the comical chaos that unfolded around it.

Millie cheered enthusiastically for Keira. "Go, Keira! Score that goal!"

Georgia, on Leah's side, leaned in and whispered, "I heard Keira practices her penalty kicks in her sleep. No pressure, though."

Alessia, trying to distract Leah, chimed in, "Hey, Leah, did you hear there's a new cafe in town? Great place to celebrate your impending defeat."

Ella, sipping on a smoothie, added casually, "Oh, sorry, Leah. Were you trying to concentrate?"

Leah's team wasn't about to be outdone in the banter department.

Daly couldn't resist mocking Keira. "Keira, did you confuse the FIFA controls with your phone again?"

Bronze joined in, feigning shock. "Oh no, Keira scored? Must be a solar eclipse or something."

Mary, pretending to be a commentator, announced, "And Keira makes a pass... to the wrong player. Classic Keira move."

The living room was a cacophony of shouts, laughter, and exaggerated victory dances. Even the cat decided to join the spectacle, chasing an imaginary ball across the floor.

Leah, nudging you for help, said urgently, "Y/N, give me some tips!"

You, struggling to concentrate amid the chaos, replied, "I can't, Leah! I'm still recovering from the espresso overdose this morning!"

As the match intensified, the score remained neck-and-neck, and the room's atmosphere became increasingly charged with suspense. It all came down to the final minutes of the game.

Keira, her nerves showing, urged her team, "Come on, team, we can't let Leah win!"

Leah, filled with unwavering determination, rallied her team, "This is it, folks! Let's show Keira what we're made of!"

Then, in a moment of sheer absurdity, Leah's team executed an unexpected maneuver, resulting in a goal that left Keira's team in stunned disbelief.

Leah's Team erupted into cheers, shouting, "We did it! We did it!"

Daly laughed heartily, "Looks like Keira's reign of terror is over."

In the final seconds of the match, Leah's team secured their victory, much to Keira's chagrin.

Leah, grinning triumphantly, declared, "I did it! I actually did it!"

Keira, grumbling and refusing to accept defeat, growled, "Rematch. We need a rematch!"

As celebrations erupted and laughter filled the room, the living room had borne witness to a chaotic, comical, and utterly unforgettable FIFA battle. The rivalry between Leah and Keira had reached a new level of absurdity, and it was certain that this saga would be recounted with laughter for years to come.

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y/nmorrison football ilysm

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realmadridofficial thank you for coming to see us perform

y/nmorrison @realmadridofficial you guys never disappoint

y/nmorrisonno.1fan. Wait- she came all the way from australia? For a match?

user234 @y/nmorrisonno.1fan and it was jude's debut?

user345 are they making it official?

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judebellingham Thank you to everyone that came out. Tonight was extra special. 3 points up, we go on...

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user190 extra special for what reason jude? 😏

y/nmorrison no.1 fan <3

user2457 not y/n using the same comment as jude earlier this week!

user567 guys! they are soft launching so hard right now.

You sat in your hotel room in Australia and a phone call come through. You answered, and fran's voice came through the line, tinged with concern. "Hey, Y/N, it's Fran. We wanted to talk to you about Jude. He's been a bit down lately. Missing you, I think."

Your heart sank at the thought of Jude feeling lonely and stressed. "Oh, Fran, I miss him too. I want to do something special for him. Can you help?"

Fran grinned, even though you couldn't see it. "That's exactly what we were hoping you'd say. We've got a plan to surprise him before the match. Wear his favorite color and bring his favorite flowers. We'll make sure he is ready."

The Santiago Bernabéu stadium buzzed with electric anticipation as you prepared for your most anticipated match of the season. Jude, your beloved boyfriend and the newly signed star player, was about to make his debut in the iconic white jersey. The air was thick with not just anticipation but also an underlying sense of suspense in the locker room.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, you found yourself in Australia for the Women's World Cup, where you were a talented soccer player yourself. Your team had a few days off, and while you were enjoying the thrill of the tournament, you couldn't shake the longing to see Jude before his momentous match.

You had planned meticulously, coordinating with Jude's teammates for your surprise visit. You knew that blue had always been his favorite color, and you had chosen a stunning blue silk dress to wear for this special occasion. In your hands, you held a bouquet of fresh white lilies, knowing they were Jude's preferred flowers.

As you entered the stadium, your heart raced with excitement, but there was an undeniable sense of suspense in the air. The journey from Australia had been long, but you were determined to be there for Jude on this significant day. Your presence would serve as a symbol of your unwavering support for each other's soccer careers.

The match began, and the stadium roared to life. You sensed that something extraordinary was about to happen, and the suspense was almost unbearable.

As the final whistle blew, signaling Real Madrid's victory, the crowd erupted in jubilation. Jude had played brilliantly, scoring a crucial goal. The suspense that had been building throughout the match reached its peak, and the stadium lights shone brightly, casting long shadows across the field. The cameras and microphones surrounded Jude as the interviewer started asking questions about the game and how he felt scoring the goal.

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user120 his eyes are somewhere else...

user618 @user120 i think you mean on someone else 😏

user120 that boy is absolutely smitten 🥰

judebellinghamsswife this man is so fine, y/n is a lucky girl🔥

Jude began to speak, trying to keep his focus on the interview. But then, amid the chaos, his eyes searched the stands. And there, like a beacon in the night, he spotted you. Your blue silk dress seemed to glow, and the bouquet of white lilies in your hands was a vision of beauty.

The suspense that had been lingering suddenly exploded into a moment of pure astonishment. The crowd held its breath as Jude's face lit up with surprise and joy. His voice wavered as he answered the interviewer's questions, clearly distracted by your presence.

"You're stunning," Jude whispered, his voice filled with admiration as he gazed at you in your beautiful blue silk dress.

You blushed, a warm smile gracing your lips. "Thank you," you replied softly.

His eyes were locked onto you like a magnet, tracing every curve of your form. Unable to contain his affection, Jude leaned in and showered your face with a cascade of sweet, tender kisses, each one filled with his overwhelming love and joy at your surprise visit.

"Ew, Jude, you're sweaty," you teased, crinkling your nose as you embraced him.

"Just how you like," he replied with a playful smirk, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but smile at his charm. You leaned in to hug him tightly, reveling in the familiar scent of his sweat and the warmth of his embrace.

As you shared this intimate moment, Jude's keen eyes caught sight of a nearby camera. Concern flickered in his eyes, knowing that your surprise visit might not sit well with some fans, and your typically discreet nature when it came to public displays of affection.

"Y/N," he murmured, his voice low and cautious, "there's a camera over there."

You, ever fearless and passionate, followed his gaze and spotted the camera as well. Instead of pulling away, you pulled Jude closer, capturing his lips in a sweet, lingering kiss. The audience erupted into a loud cheer, their love and support for the couple evident in the thunderous applause.

Your relationship with Jude had always been a beautiful blend of openness and privacy. While you never officially announced your romance to the public, it was an open secret among your closest friends, family, and avid fans. You chose to softly reveal your relationship to the world, letting moments of your love story unfold naturally, leaving fans to connect the dots.

Your relationship became a game of reading between the lines for your followers, who delighted in the subtle signs of affection you occasionally shared. There were stolen glances and knowing smiles, but never a direct confirmation of your romance. Well, until now.

Jude, momentarily surprised, couldn't help but smile into the kiss. He realized that sometimes, the world just had to know about your love. As you finally parted, he whispered, "Well, I guess everyone knows now."

You grinned mischievously, "Let them cheer, Jude. We've got nothing to hide."

In the post-match interviews, reporters couldn’t resist asking Jude about that iconic moment. “Jude,” one interviewer grinned, “that kiss with Y/N at the end there was quite a spectacle. Can you tell us more about your relationship?”

Jude, initially taken aback by the attention but never one to shy away from his feelings, chuckled and replied, “Well, I guess the cat’s out of the bag. Y/N and I have been together for a while now, and she’s an amazing person. We met through our love for soccer, and it’s been a fantastic journey together.”

Another reporter, eager to keep the conversation going, chimed in, “Jude, your girlfriend is a phenomenal player on the Women’s England team. Can you share your predictions for her upcoming match?”

Jude’s face lit up with enthusiasm. “Absolutely! Y/N is incredibly dedicated and skilled on the field. I have all the confidence in the world in her and her team. I predict they’ll give it their all and come out with a resounding victory. I’ll be there cheering them on, just like they were there for me today.”

Just as the interview was hitting a high note of positivity, a third interviewer, with a stern expression, jumped into the conversation. “Jude,” they began in a somewhat accusatory tone, “some people argue that women’s football is not the same as men’s football and that your girlfriend, Y/N, might have gotten away with some questionable plays. What’s your response to these critics?”

Jude’s smile faded, replaced by a determined look. He leaned forward and replied firmly, “I have to disagree with that sentiment entirely. Women’s football is just as competitive, skilled, and exciting as men’s football. Y/N and her teammates train just as hard, and they play with the same passion and integrity that I do. Accusations of cheating or undermining their abilities are completely unfounded.”

Jude’s words resonated with a sense of conviction, and it was clear that he was ready to defend not only his girlfriend but also the entire Women’s England team. The interviewer, taken aback by Jude’s strong response, quickly changed the subject, realizing that they had struck a sensitive chord.

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hellomagazine Real Madrid and English football player Jude Bellingham spotted kissing and holding hands with fellow english footballer Y/N Morrison after she came to a real madrid match during her camp at the womens world cup in Australia.

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user156 leave them alone, poor guy looks so bothered

user350 poor guy is just trying to get to his car and protect his girlfriend

user103 i heard one of the paparazzi started harassing y/n, and he had to step in. Why can't people just leave them alone man. They are humans too!

But as Jude and you tried to leave the stadium, you find yourself surrounded by a persistent crowd of fans and reporters. Despite Jude’s best efforts to steer the conversation towards your respective careers and love for the sport, the questions about your relationship grew increasingly personal and intrusive.

“Jude, can you tell us more about your romantic getaways with Y/N?” one reporter pressed.

You, visibly uncomfortable, interjected, “We’d appreciate it if you could focus on our soccer careers and the game we love.”

But the questions kept coming, probing into their private moments, and both Jude and you began to regret ever announcing your relationship in such a public manner. You exchanged frustrated glances, realizing that your intention to celebrate your love had unintentionally invited a wave of invasive curiosity.

Before you could reach the safety of the car, the relentless paparazzi continued to hound you, snapping photos and shouting questions.

Paparazzo 1: (shouting) “Jude, over here! Tell us about your relationship with Y/N!”

Paparazzo 2: (shouting) “Y/N, how does it feel to be with Jude? Any wedding plans?”

Jude, his patience exhausted, turned towards the paparazzi, his voice filled with frustration.

Jude: (shouting) “That’s enough! Show some respect! Give us some space!”

His voice rang out, commanding attention, and for a moment, the paparazzi fell silent, taken aback by Jude’s sudden outburst. In that brief respite, he continued to guide you to the car, determined to protect you from the invasive questions and cameras.

Furious at the paparazzi who had continued to hound you with intrusive questions and cameras despite your distress, Jude couldn't hold back any longer.

Jude: (shouting) "Can you all just fuck off."

His voice carried a powerful anger, and for a moment, the paparazzi fell silent, taken aback by Jude's fierce outburst. In that brief respite, he continued to guide you to the car, determined to protect you from the invasive questions and cameras.

But before you could reach the safety of the car, the situation took a horrifying turn. An angry fan, infuriated by his team's loss, shoved you away from Jude with a forceful motion. You stumbled backward, your shocked expression giving way to one of disbelief and fear.

Jude's reaction was immediate and protective. His face contorted with anger as he stepped between you and the fan, his voice laced with a threatening edge. "Touch my girlfriend again and I'll fucking kill you. I don't know who you think you are, but you're a fucking idiot. It's a football match get over yourself.

The fan recoiled, shocked by Jude's intense response. The surrounding crowd, already outraged by the fan's behavior, now watched in stunned silence as security personnel rushed in to apprehend the individual responsible for the attack. They ensured that you and Jude were safe from further harm.

Once inside the car, the overwhelming emotions finally overcame you, and you collapsed into Jude's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Jude held you tightly, his protective instincts firmly in place, as you both sought refuge from the relentless scrutiny.

Inside the taxi, after the harrowing encounter with the fan, you and Jude found a moment of respite. Emotions still ran high, but the leather seats and the warm glow of the city lights outside offered a semblance of security.

Jude held you close, his protective instincts still coursing through him. The trauma of the fan's aggression weighed on both of you, but the taxi ride allowed a brief pause in the turmoil.

Y/N apologized softly, "I'm so sorry, Jude. I just wanted to surprise you."

Jude, gazing into your eyes, furrowed his brow in confusion.

"What?" he asked, curious.

You continued, "I'm sorry-"

Before you could finish, Jude cut in, a mixture of concern and frustration in his voice, "No. Why are you apologizing? You did nothing wrong. If anyone is in the wrong, it was that fucking fan. If I see him again, I'll-"

At that very moment, the taxi's engine roared to life, propelling you away from the chaos. The vehicle became your sanctuary as it glided through the city streets, the comforting embrace of the backseat cocooning you both.

A faint smile crossed your lips, appreciating Jude's protectiveness.

"You'll what?" you teased, looking at him.

Through the taxi's windows, the city lights passed by like a shifting dreamscape.

"I'll kill him.," Jude declared,before cringing. "He touched my girl. He atleast deserves a good punch."

As the taxi journeyed further from the ordeal, you and Jude found solace in each other's presence. Gratitude welled up between you, an unspoken acknowledgment of the support you had offered each other during a trying moment.

Amidst the hum of the engine and the soft glow of the taxi's interior, you shared affectionate glances. The city's rhythm became the backdrop to your unspoken connection.

Jude winced slightly as you two shared another embrace, the ordeal now safely behind you.

"What?" you asked playfully.

"Nothing, it's nothing-" Jude replied.

You pressed further, "No, what is it?"

Jude couldn't suppress a mischievous grin.

"It's just... you smell like booze," he teased.

Smiling, you responded, "You like it."

With those words, you nestled your head on his chest, finding solace in the comforting rhythm of his heartbeat. The taxi carried you both through the city, offering a sanctuary where you could cherish these moments of connection and affection amidst the chaos.

y/ns story

After the chaotic surprise at Santiago Bernabéu, Jude and you decided to make the most of your precious time together in Madrid and not let the match get to you. You strolled hand in hand through the enchanting streets of the Spanish capital, admiring the architecture, savoring delicious tapas, and enjoying each other’s company.

As you walked along the picturesque cobblestone streets, you couldn’t help but express your awe at the beauty of the city. “Jude, Madrid is incredible. I can see why you love playing here.”

Jude nodded, his eyes never leaving you. “It’s even more incredible with you here, Y/N.”

You found yourselves at a charming outdoor café, where you settled into a cozy corner table with a view of the bustling plaza. The warm evening breeze carried the scent of flowers and laughter from nearby tables.

Over glasses of rich Spanish wine, your conversation deepened. You talked passionately about your journey in the Women’s World Cup, describing the dedication and hard work that fueled your ambition.

“Imagine if you did win the World Cup,” Jude mused, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

“Jude,” you started, a hint of modesty in your voice.

“What?” He leaned closer, his gaze locked onto yours. “You must have pictured it! Imagine scoring the winning goal! It would be life-changing.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t help but smile at Jude’s enthusiasm. “Hmm, I guess.”

Jude chuckled, his hand reaching across the table to gently squeeze yours. “You guess! Y/N! You’d be everywhere, I’d be chasing you around. Billboard after billboard. It would be inspiring—”

You interrupted, your voice filled with humility, “It would be pretty amazing, wouldn’t it?”

Under the Madrid moonlight, Jude and you felt closer than ever. Your love was as boundless as the cityscape before you, and you knew that no matter where life's journey took you, you would face it together, hand in hand, just as you did on that unforgettable night in Spain.

Your conversation about the future and the Women's World Cup continued to flow, weaving seamlessly into your dreams of a family.

"Imagine the things you could do with that kind of influence," Jude continued, his voice filled with wonder. "The futures you could inspire."

Your eyes sparkled with the possibilities. "And imagine our future. Imagine our kids running around and being able to play wherever we are in the world."

Jude's heart swelled with warmth at the thought. "Now that's something I would love to imagine..."

As you gazed into each other's eyes, your thoughts turned to the family you both longed to create together. Jude's expression softened with a dreamy smile. "I've imagined it, you know. Two boys who look exactly like me, brown scruffy hair, brown eyes, and that mischievous grin of mine."

You laughed, picturing the future he described. "Two little Judes running around, huh? They'd be a handful."

Jude nodded, his gaze filled with affection. "A handful, but they'd have your spirit and determination. And then," he continued, his voice gentle and dreamy, "our little girl, a perfect mix between you and me. With your beautiful eyes and my stubbornness."

Your heart melted at the image he painted. "Our family sounds incredible, Jude. I can't wait for that day."

You held onto that vision of your future, where love, dreams, and the joys of parenthood awaited you. In that moment, as you shared your hopes and dreams under the Madrid moonlight, you knew that your love was strong enough to overcome any obstacle life might throw your way.

The Madrid morning sun streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the hotel room where Jude and you lay tangled in each other's arms. The night had been filled with laughter and whispered promises, but the dawn brought the inevitable parting.

You sighed softly as you gazed at Jude's peaceful sleeping face. You knew you had to leave for your training camp in Australia, but the thought of saying goodbye tugged at your heart.

Jude stirred, his brown eyes fluttering open as he felt your gaze on him. "Morning," he mumbled, his voice husky with sleep.

"Morning," you replied, your fingers tracing lazy patterns on his chest. "I have to go soon."

Jude's arms tightened around you, pulling you closer. "Can't you stay a little longer?"

You smiled sadly, brushing a strand of hair away from his face. "You know I can't, love. Duty calls."

Jude sighed, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. "I'll miss you so much."

You returned the kiss, savoring the taste of him. "I'll miss you too, Jude. But we'll be together again soon."

You both reluctantly untangled yourselves from each other's embrace and got out of bed. Jude, determined to make your last morning memorable, surprised you with breakfast in bed. He had ordered a delicious spread of pastries, fruits, and coffee, arranging it all on a tray with a single red rose.

Your eyes sparkled with delight as you took in the sight. "You really know how to make a girl's morning special, don't you?"

Jude grinned, handing you a pastry. "Only for you."

You spent your morning indulging in breakfast, sharing stories and laughter as if time were standing still. But the clock on the wall ticked relentlessly, reminding you of the minutes slipping away.

As the moment of departure drew nearer, Jude showered you with kisses and cuddles, trying to make every second count. His lips found yours repeatedly, and his arms refused to let you go.

"I wish you didn't have to leave," Jude whispered against your lips.

You held him close, tears brimming in your eyes. "I wish that too, Jude. I love you."

"I love you too," he whispered, leaning in for a tender goodbye kiss.

Then, with a heavy heart, you stepped out the door, leaving behind a piece of yourself in Madrid as you embarked on the journey back to Australia, where training camp awaited. Your love would endure the distance, and you both held onto the hope of being reunited soon.

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[deadpresidents]

Do you think Biden would have beaten Trump had he run in 2016? I know Biden stepped aside because because of his son, but it also seems likely he stepped aside for Clinton.

Yes, I do think that Biden would have beaten Trump in 2016. I don't know how Biden would have handled a campaign at that time with the death of his son having taken place much more recently, but if he could have emotionally handled the rigors of a full-on Presidential campaign at that time, I think he would have beaten Trump in the general election.

The question to me is whether or not Biden could have won the Democratic nomination in 2016 if he had run against Hillary Clinton and Bernie Sanders. Obviously, Biden was younger at the time than he is now and still a much better retail campaigner than Hillary ever was, but I don't know if a Biden campaign in 2016 would have had the same energy as the Sanders campaign that year -- either from the grassroots or from the top-down. It would have been a much different campaign than 2020, as well, because that one took place during the pandemic and Biden was able to run against an historically unpopular incumbent in the midst of botching the worst public health crisis that every voter in America had ever lived through.

The other big question if Biden had run in 2016 is the role of Barack Obama. In 2016, Biden was the incumbent Vice President, finishing his second term of a partnership with President Obama that ended up being one of the closest personal and political relationships that a President and Vice President ever had. But it is no secret that President Obama did not believe that then-Vice President Biden was the best choice to succeed him. Biden's emotional well-being after the death of his son in May 2015 certainly worried Obama, but in books and reporting since that time, it's been apparent that Obama believed that Hillary Clinton made more sense as his successor in 2016 than Biden for a number of reasons. That ultimately resulted in some hurt feelings on the Biden side at the time when Obama seemed to be urging Biden to step aside in 2016 while the Vice President was still considering a potential run. It never impacted Biden's loyalty to the Obama Administration or truly got personal, but it was especially troubling to Biden because he still had not made a final decision about a potential 2016 campaign and one of Beau Biden's dying wishes was that his father would run for President. Obama never directly discouraged Biden from running in 2016; he thought that Biden earned the right to make his own decision about the race, but he was worried about Biden's emotional state in the wake of Beau's recent death, he worried that Biden wasn't the right candidate to defeat Hillary or Bernie for the nomination, and he worried that a potential Biden loss -- either in the primaries or the general election -- would tarnish Biden's overall political legacy and possibly come across as a repudiation of the Obama Administration eight years in the White House.

Of course, Trump's victory over Hillary in 2016 gave Obama's successor the opportunity to immediately start reversing many of Obama's accomplishments and reset the hope and change represented by Obama's successful 2008 campaign. And the irony is that the crucial, traditionally-Democratic blue-collar voters that Hillary Clinton's campaign tended to overlook in 2016 are the same voters that Biden has spent a significant portion of his political career representing and connecting with. So in 2016, Trump won battleground states like Michigan, Wisconsin, Iowa, Pennsylvania, and Ohio that Obama had won in both 2008 and 2012. Without those states in 2016, Trump wouldn't have defeated Hillary Clinton, and when Biden did run against Trump in 2020, his victories in Michigan, Wisconsin, and Pennsylvania (Trump once again won Ohio and Iowa) were crucial in the Electoral College.

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[blaiddfailcam]

Marika's involvement in the Land of Shadow

In interview with Hidetaka Miyazaki, he posits that while the player arrives in the Land of Shadow in Miquella's footsteps, another aspect of the story will pertain to Marika, and the mystery of her actions in this world apart. Knowing her to have been a ruthless conqueror of the Lands Between, might the Land of Shadow been another battleground on which she tested her faith?

To bring Order to chaos

"They were never saints. They just happened to be on the losing side of a war."

This particular quote from the trailer, spoken by a yet unknown character, stuck out to me. It isn't clear to whom the speaker is referring, but thematically, it resonates with a theme throughout Elden Ring of the enduring power of faith and fragility. Clearly, the Land of Shadow is a deeply hostile world, and with Messmer the Impaler seemingly at the heart of this suffering, it's certainly not a welcome world for the Erdtree faithful.

Given the heavy focus on fire—in particular, "the embrace of Messmer's flame"—I'm reminded of another quote from the base game, included in the Erdtree's Protection incantation:

"In the beginning, everything was in opposition to the Erdtree. But through countless victories in war, it became the embodiment of Order."

Prior to the establishment of the Age of the Erdtree, two battles were fought: first with the Gloam-Eyed Queen and her Blackflame, and the second against the Fire Giants to seal the Flame of Ruin. Fire is naturally regarded a sin in the Erdtree faith, so it's no wonder Marika was challenged with disposing of these two volatile forces before her age could truly flourish. Might Messmer's flame have been another beast in need of taming?

While Marika eventually won her war, a key component of the Golden Order is its adaptability. Marika never truly defeated the Godskins, as we find several Apostles and Nobles wandering the world, possibly even in service to Maliketh in Farum Azula; though Godfrey slaughtered countless Fire Giants, Marika realized she could never truly eliminate the Fell God, and so cursed the last of their race to protect the secret for eternity. The Golden Order is powerful, but it cannot erase an ideology. It conquers through absorption and appropriation, enslaving all unto its will. This is once again illustrated through Radagon's marriage to Rennala after failing to defeat her in battle, a union that ultimately fettered the fate of the stars to that of the Golden Order.

Curiously, this concept arises yet again with Miquella.

"Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying."

Similarly to Malenia's quote in her gear descriptions, Miquella is described paradoxically as both loving and terrifying, wielding power over all with his ability to manipulate those who adore him. As the Bewitching Branch illustrates, he even possesses an eerie ability to inspire love in enemies to compel them to his aid. I suppose the apple didn't fall far from the tree... uh, no pun intended.

To search the depths

At the Minor Erdtree Church in the Capital Outskirts, Melina recites spoken echoes of Queen Marika:

"I declare mine intent, to search the depths of the Golden Order. Through understanding of the proper way, our faith, our grace, is increased. Those blissful early days of blind belief are long past. My comrades, why must ye faulter?"

Originally, I assumed this quote was literally referring to the region beneath the Erdtree, Deeproot Depths. After all, it is there that the heart of the Greattree resides, and where the golden star that would become the Elden Beast first landed, drawing matter from the Crucible to form the sapling that would in time become the Erdtree. However, it never quite sat right with me, as there would likely be no reason to explore the ruins of an Eternal City to better comprehend the Golden Order.

With the new knowledge that Marika also set foot in the Land of Shadow, I now wonder if this other realm is actually what she was referring to? She designates a shift from "blind belief" toward an era of reason, which almost sounds as if she sought to test her faith, as well as that of her comrades, through yet another war. It's not at all clear when she set her heart upon this introspection, but given that it's never quite explained why she divested Godfrey and his warriors of their grace, might some discovery during her exploration of the Land of Shadow have inspired this unusual plot...?

This could even mark the first instance in which Marika failed to achieve victory, even through absorption. It appears that whatever road carries us to the Land of Shadow, Messmer retains much of his power, possibly explaining why this region was somehow cloven from the Lands Between. In any case, it seems as though Messmer recognizes the Tarnished as Marika's true chosen successors, not just mere outcasts. (Might then she and her Erdtree faithful have been the alleged "saints" on the losing side of the war...?)

• • •

There's plenty left to ponder, and perhaps none of this is even close to hitting the mark, but it'll be fun to mull over and see what surprises are left in store for us. I'm not even going to begin attempting to decipher Messmer's alleged relationship to Marika, lol.

Just a few months... We can do this.

#elden ring #shadow of the erdtree #marika #miquella #messmer #my ramblings

[zerothejackal]

small story thingy i wrote about infinite rn

idk why im so emotional about infinite today man i just wish he had gotten a much better ending

or at least a more dignifying death, for now all i can do is write infinite and his squad walking into an unknown sonic-world's version of an afterlife because they were waiting for him, because they forgive him and don't blame his actions, because they know how mucb he was hurting

The jackal lied defeated on the battleground as he saw the blue pest that's been a thorn on his side for days celebrating along with a red wolf. The jackal tried to stand up, his legs and arms shaking, something felt wrong with his body.

He felt- No. He didn't. He stood up as best as he could, pain striking him on all points of his body and he spoke to them.

—Impossible. I CANNOT be defeated!—

To his dismay the blue hedgehog walked to him and began giving him a lecture about friendship.

—Wrong, loser! The things that can't be defeated are heart, soul, and the bonds of friendship.—

it made Infinite anger, if they could only see the face under his mask. he was seething with rage.

—Three things you and your counterfeit cronies lack!—

The words coming out from the hedgehog's mouth just angered Infinite more syllable by syllable. Not because he had been defeated, well not entirely, but because the hedgehog did not know what he was talking about.

He remembered his loyal squad, those jackals that were the closest to him, who he had formed strong bonds with, who had helped Zero become a feared and known mercenary: the jackal squad.

And how they all were taken away by Shadow the hedgehog. The self proclaimed Ultimate lifeform that decided that Zero was not worth being killed, who left him scarred and scared knowing he failed his squad.

Who called him coward, pathetic, worthless, weak. cursing his name and face by making them those of a failure. forcing him to take on a new identity: Infinite.

The reason he didn't want to be known as the ultimate mercenary anymore, but to see the world crumble down to ashes, was those friends taken away from him.

All his sorrow and anger concentrated and boiled on infinite, who could only hit the ground to relieve his heart from aching for a second. But as if the universe wanted him gone, he felt something more.

A pain indescribable, a feeling unimaginable, dread filled out every single one of his cells, he felt the phantom ruby call his ruby replica, taking him with it.

He had failed, again.

He was deemed not useful, again.

He was considered a failure, again.

he couldn't bear with this, he tried to fight the call

—No! Wait- I CAN- STILL FIGHT!—

he yelled, but there was no one that could hear him. He started this worthless and he was going out worthless, Shadow was right in the end, he was pathetic.

The jackal felt a burning sensation on his chest, as the phantom replica turned into energy, slowly spreading across his body—No, not slowly. Time itself seemed to have slowed down. Like if something just wanted to make his suffering last longer

That burning sensation was felt by infinite in each individual cell, protein, molecule, atom, that was part of his body. The ruby was eating him erasing him from existance, deeming his body as only valuable for energy.

Infinite could feel himself start to disappear and he was scared, afraid, like never before, he was not going to die, not in the traditional sense, nothing would remain of him, not a corpse, or skeleton, nothing. Just a bad memory that would be forgotten

Infinite tried to fight, to run, but his limbs were numb, he tried to look away but his eyes felt tired, he tried to scream but his lungs ached, he tried to cry but his soul was silenced.

And after a few seconds, his entire body was engulfed into the ruby, destroyed and annihilated entirely by the reality bending powers of the mystical gem.

He was gone.

Was he even alive

Nobody knew

Nobody cared.

Infinite woke up, he was in a pitch black void, every belonging of his was gone, and so was his senses. He could barely see, he didn't feel like he could move, and he didn't make noise. It felt like he was falling.

The jackal floated among the endless abyss for what it felt like ages, thinking about everything he had done, all his regrets and mistakes came to haunt him, engulfing him until he barely could remember his name or his face.

Only then infinite was allowed to cry, and suddenly something reached to him from the darkness, the hand of someone, maybe a friend, it looked like him, but was wearing a green bandana on their head.

the vague silhouettes of others like them surrounded him. And be remembered again, "I'm sorry," "I ruined everything," "I failed you" he tried to say, but he was still mute, only more and more tears came from his eyes.

The other jackal, a member of his squad, knelt down and hugged Infinite, tightly, and although the jackal couldn't hear anything he felt a whisper come from Quatre's mouth.

it felt like

"You didn't deserve this. You just acted with the cards you were given. It's okay. Let's go home"

The seven jackals all stood up on firm floors and walked away towards a golden light in the distance, warmth like the sun, shining in seven shades of gold.

#[jackal howling of irrationality] #infinite the jackal #sonic the hedgehog #jackal squad #sonic forces #i am feeling really emotional about infinite tonight #[the jackal's writing tag]

[tobiasdrake]

Okay. I have my capitalist-whomping stick and a pumpkin spice muffin manufactured by the culinary engines of capitalism. I am ready to throw down in what is literally an intellectual thunderdome.

Yeah, it is surprising that Makoto's end-goal for entering the Mystery Labyrinth is more or less just "cool battleground for our fight".

Problem is, I don't know how he's planning on getting out. The only known way to leave the Labyrinth is when Yuma solves the mystery and reaps the culprit's soul. A visitor tagging along only leaves if they're with Yuma when he does that.

Shinigami has mentioned a second way but warned repeatedly that it comes at a terrible price. Maybe you have to, like, sacrifice Yuma? Which Makoto would be fine with.

His plan is to assume the role of L after killing L, so that he can control the Kira investigation and ensure the truth is never found.

I don't disagree. That's why you should be putting your resources into helping them, rather than simply preserving them.

Like, c'mon, man. I don't trust the UG either. Those assholes want to make immortal super-soldiers out of homunculi. You did a good thing by breaking the city free from their control. I agree that if the truth about Kanai Ward were exposed to the world, you'd lose that bargaining chip.

The only thing protecting this city from exploitation and genocide is blackmail. Once that trigger's fired, it loses those protections. I get that.

How about, instead of stabbing each other, we all put down our swords and talk through ways to manage safe, ethical research into homunculus physiology using Amaterasu resources? Can we do that? Everyone?

Vivia's finally getting through to Yuma. But. Like.

I'm not one for centrism. Often times, the centrist position is simply a refusal to engage with either side of the argument.

But. Like.

There has to be a middle ground between

1 - Let's expose the truth to the world and then let UG do whatever it wants to the homunculi of Kanai Ward! 2 - Let's keep the homunculi forever imprisoned within a cage of rain, gradually dying out over decades until all that's left is the barren husk of a city and a well-populated zombie enclosure.

I don't want to fight Makoto over this. But I don't think his autocratic leadership is enough.

I mean. He's not wrong on that front. The Mystery Labyrinth is a truly awful justice system. We've been wantonly murdering people left and right, something I've never shied away from criticizing our methodology for.

But. Like.

Your morality isn't defined by what you're against. It's defined by what you're for. This is not a tug-of-war. Yuma's flaws do not make Makoto good by default. "Everybody sucks here" is a valid outcome.

If exposed externally? This city will become ripe for exploitation by UG, who would want to take control of any effort to stabilize the defective homunculi for their own immortal soldier programs. If they aren't slaughtered outright.

But that's no reason not to expose the truth internally. Kanai Ward's an isolated city-state with no contact with the outside world so there's little fear of information leaking out. And once people know, they can work together to help solve the problem. After an adjustment period of outrage and panic, of course.

Which is why they should have a voice in it. Makoto is not their voice. He's as much an outsider as Yuma. He's just the outsider who's decided he knows what's best for them.

You can push through this, Yuma. You can--

Nope, there we go. Guess we're jumping, then.

Oh hey, a Labyrinth portal. In the Labyrinth. Will we have to solve the Mystery Within a Mystery of Why Makoto's Full of Shit?

Let's see, I drew....

That's an okay hand. I'll play Margulaw first because he's good for filtering and accelerating mana....

Don't fall for the false dichotomy, Yuma. Makoto says there are only two outcomes here: Ultimate doom for Kanai Ward or keeping things as is. He would ask you to choose between them. But you don't have to play his game.

Who says those are the only options? Him? He came here to stab you. Why are we letting him define the rules?

One of whom is currently roaming the Restricted Area as a feral and the other four are "dead" with conspicuously pink homunculus bloodstains.

Makoto and Yuma have the same manners of thinking and reacting to stress. I wonder why that might be.

To be fair, that's for good reason. You're a monster who kills people.

Nice to finally get a flashback of Number One's pact with Shinigami.

Shinigami was Number One's answer to Yomi's silencing methods. Makoto and Number One weren't in cahoots. They were simply both playing long games against Yomi.

Knowing that it was Yuma who said all of this makes it hit... about the same, really.

But Number One's philosophy may be more complicated than it appears. I note that he keeps qualifying the exposing of the truth. He wants a perfect solution, not just a solution. He wants to expose the truth to make everyone happy, not just to expose the truth. By that logic, if the truth didn't help everyone then it wasn't a good enough truth, right?

Of course, he also quoted this bit again.

So, y'know, maybe he still sucks and I'm giving him too much credit. There is no "perfect solution" for Kanai Ward without empathy for the people living in the city. The WDO creed is Logic Bro propaganda.

I like Shinigami's addendum here. Everybody has their own morality; Their own interpretation of the facts. But you need to first lay out the facts before you can decide how you want to interpret them.

The acquisition of knowledge is never, in itself, wrong. One must acquire knowledge before they can decide what to do with it.

However, this does fall flat given that Shinigami's superpower is committing spirit-murder of the killer regardless of whether they were in the right or not. Historically, Shinigami has never empowered Yuma to figure out for himself whether the truth is correct. Once the truth becomes known, Shinigami always forces his hand to do one and only one thing with it. Her powers decide what we do with the information, not Yuma.

The metaphysics aren't meshing well with the message she's trying to deliver here.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

[fy-wonwoo]

[230809] Your friendly neighborhood GAM3 BO1 is here

WONWOO and SEVENTEEN show what makes gaming truly fun

As he progressed through Sue’s Cooking Game on a May 6 stream, Weverse Live viewers saw an awkward, almost embarrassed smile take over WONWOO’s face. “How did you know I like washing dishes?” It was an unexpected response from the SEVENTEEN member to the game over message (“Just wash the dishes”) after he failed the goal of clicking around the screen to cook ramyeon within the time limit. WONWOO isn’t terribly familiar with such simple games—he’s much more versed in games like League of Legends and PUBG: BATTLEGROUNDS that demand a combination of skilled reflexes and strategy, as his fans know. And his line about the dishes drew an affectionate laugh from them. “If you don’t know [the game], you can look at my face,” he joked (but there’s no joking about how seriously handsome he is). And his sincerity was evident when he brushed off a loss with a simple, “That’s unfortunate,” only to give it another go—all spoken in the same calm voice, and with his same signature upright posture, that he maintains as he talks through the games. And that’s how WONWOO’s GAM3 BO1 series got its start.

WONWOO’s always been a gamer. “When I was a trainee, gaming was my only hobby,” he said. Three years ago, he could be seen streaming his PUBG gameplay on the Chinese site Huya Live. When he played Crazy Arcade in the “GSVT E-Triathlon Championship 2022” episode of the group’s original series GOING SEVENTEEN last year, “you could tell he’s a real pro based on the username he chose and the way he plays,” according to Yi Yunju, leader of the PLEDIS New Media Part. WONWOO’s gaming caught the attention of not only fans but the wider public as well. When he played Stray, a game set in a dystopian future where the player takes control of a cat, he was quick to understand the overall structure of the game, immediately distinguishing those quests he felt were required to progress versus those that weren’t very important and skipping over the latter. He also made sure to show off to viewers how cute the feline protagonist could be.

The first episode of GAM3 BO1 was born out of WONWOO’s longstanding interest in and opinions on gaming. “WONWOO spoke up about wanting to start doing Lives about gaming,” lead professional Yeom Ji Been, with the HYBE Artist Content 4 Studio, said, “so we ended up putting together a team to get all the equipment ready and help film the videos.” The name of the series derives from the SEVENTEEN song “GAM3 BO1”—a hip hop unit song that features WONWOO—and was only decided in the middle of the first episode. In the two months since and up to July 28, seven episodes have been broadcast live, averaging a whopping 3.3 hours each. Yeom said it was also WONWOO who came up with the ultimate format for the show, starting with the second episode where he opened with a simple Flash game similar to Sue’s Cooking Game and warmed up with the League of Legends map Howling Abyss for ARAM play (“all random, all mid,” one of League’s gameplay modes) before moving onto the main game of the episode. “Fans were really into seeing Flash games like the Sue series,” Yeom added. Flash games were popular in the early 2000s and mainly provided through web portals, where it was easy for kids to come across and play them. These games stir up old memories for CARAT and also encourage communication between them and WONWOO as they give him tips in the chat. Viewers looking for a more complex gaming experience get to enjoy WONWOO warming up as he plays League’s Howling Abyss, followed by the main game of each broadcast, which lasts longer than the other segments. Between the games’ engaging visuals and stories, and the process involved in completing different quests, the streams become totally immersive for those watching, with no previous knowledge of the games necessary. It’s like a gift basket of goodies whether you’re into gaming or not. When WONWOO plays live, hashtags about him start trending on Twitter. He’s even brought other members of SEVENTEEN on to play with him. In all aspects, he’s just like any pro streamer.

Keep reading!

#jeon wonwoo #wonwoo #seventeen #svt #gam3 bo1 #article #230809

[my-intrusive-stories]

Yushin x Reader: Evermore

Word Count ~ 4375 Warnings: Canon-typical blood Note: Tried to follow canon, but it's def not 100% accurate cause I got lost in the sauce. Anyway, this was a trip and a half to make, but I hope you enjoy me simping for an old dude. I'd let Yushin hit it any day of the week.

Countless years. That was how long you've known Yushin, the ruler of Yerim. Throughout those years, you were his closest attendant and friend. Anything you could do to help the Elder, you did.

How did that happen? Well, it all started on the day of a foul blizzard. No sane person would have traversed the land on such a day, but the people of your village were determined to reach Yerim. The settlement they formerly lived in was prosperous yet not large enough to be considered a district. Naturally, this brought unwanted attention from District Lords who coveted their land. Many lords offered to take the villagers and their land as part of their district, but the conditions were ultimately unfavorable. Loss of autonomy, taxes, and the conscription of those with gifts were just some terms included in every deal. Knowing they couldn't survive a battle for their freedom, your village decided to go where no rational lord would touch: an Elder's domain.

Padrius Encilion wasn't known for his sympathy, meaning Cloud Garden wasn't an option, and Reagan Sinclair didn't allow outsiders into Castle Gray. Other districts, such as Rhodos or Crystal Line, would have been ideal, but they were too far away. That left Yerim. There wasn't extensive information about its ruler, Yushin, but his character didn't seem questionable. With that information, your people set out to seek asylum in Yerim. It was a risk they were willing to take. It's why an entire village was traveling through a storm.

Unfortunately, not everything goes as planned. Bandits were lurking in the forest. Not many journeyed through the area, so they were low on supplies. Such a large gathering of people walking through their land seemed like a blessing to them. Within minutes, an ambush descended on your people. Screams of horror were swallowed by the roaring wind as the bandits indiscriminately slaughtered everyone they could.

As one of the two gift users, you immediately jumped to action. You levitated above the battleground using your telekinetic powers to identify each threat's location. Daggers made of snow formed and flew toward bandits with each flick of your hand. Despite the cold weather, sweat trickled down your face. This was the first real battle you'd participated in, so your control of EST was shaky at best.

Quickly, the outlaws who had avoided being skewered turned their attention towards you. An arrow narrowly missed embedding itself in your throat, causing you to lose focus and drop to the ground. The other gift user, Ellis, saw this and screamed to join him and the others inside his force field. With every passing second, more people rushed towards the safety provided by Ellis, but he couldn't maintain it for long. As soon as his EST ran out, the bandits would finish off the rest of the villagers. It had to end now.

Pushing yourself out of the snow, you regained focus and sent waves of snow toward the remaining outlaws. The force knocked them outside of the forest and into a clearing. You rushed over to finish them off, but as you raised your hands to attack, your gift didn't work. No more EST.

Shit.

The bandits kept their distance, but it wouldn't be long before they realized you were defenseless. Slowly, they formed a circle and began to close in. With nowhere to go and no weapon in hand, you hoped you could outclass them physically. One of the more daring criminals took a swipe at you with his sword. By some miracle, you dodged and landed a punch on his face, but he shrugged it off. A bloody nose wasn't enough to deter him. That's when an arrow pierced your leg.

The pain took a second to process, but when the sensation hit, it brought you to your knees. Everything around you started to blur into the flurry of snow. A figure approached with what seemed to be a sword, so with the last bit of strength in your body, you ripped the arrow out of your leg and slammed it into their body. They slumped over, presumably dead. There were still several other bandits, though. In your woozy state, they would have no trouble ending your life.

The crunch of snow nearing signified that the end of your life was near. Just as you'd given up, a sharp whistle cut through the air. Soon after, the sound of bodies dropping followed. As your eyes fluttered shut from exhaustion, you saw a man with two red swords.

Days later, you regained consciousness. Ellis, ever a loyal friend, was sleeping next to your bed. But wait, whose room was it? This was far too luxurious. You shifted, trying to get up, but there was no strength in your limbs to support you. All your rustling did succeed in waking Ellis, though.

"(Y/N), you're awake," he beamed. It was clear Ellis wasn't taking care of himself from his deep eyebags and disheveled appearance. He'd probably been run ragged trying to take care of everyone.

"Ellis, you've been losing sleep for others again," you scolded. The man suddenly couldn't meet your eyes. "While I appreciate you, it's okay to be selfish."

"Shhh. I'm fine. And isn't it hypocritical to say that, considering you almost…" Ellis trailed off, his attention taken by the man who had just entered the room. Everything fell silent.

It was the man with two swords.

Grey hair brushed his shoulders, yet he was more acute than any youth you'd seen. Confidence and power radiated from him as his gaze fell upon you. His eyes were piercing, as if he could see right through anyone. A shiver ran through your spine despite the well-insulated room.

"I see you're awake. Feel free to recover as long as needed," the man spoke before leaving as abruptly as he came.

Both you and Ellis released the breaths you didn't know you were holding. The pressure exuding from the swordsman was suffocating. But wait, you didn't thank him for saving your life yet.

"Ellis," you whispered, "could you take me to that swordsman? I need to speak with him." The man opened his mouth to protest, but you cut him off. "Never mind, I'll do it myself."

With a wave of your hands, you began to levitate. Rushing out the door, you tried to catch up with the mysterious man. He was already far away, but that wasn't a deterrent.

"Excuse me, sir," you shouted. The man stopped and turned, giving you enough time to catch up. "My name is (Y/N). I just wanted to say thank you for saving me and the rest of my village."

As you spoke, a wave of nausea overtook you. It broke your focus, causing your gift to fail. Since it was the only thing keeping you upright, you started to fall towards the ground. You braced for an impact that never came. Instead, the swordsman had caught you in his arms. Ellis rushed over to help.

"I can carry (Y/N) back, sir." The grey-haired man shook his head and started towards the room you were just in. Despite the relatively short distance to the room, your poor condition caused you to drift to sleep. As he laid you on the bed, you murmured a quiet "thank you."

The next day, Ellis gave you a recap of what had happened. Heat flooded your face. How embarrassing.

"Oh, and I couldn't mention this yesterday, but that man who saved us is the ruler of Yerim, Yushin." You blinked at the information. You'd been carried by an Elder.

"Oh gosh," you cried into the pillow. "I don't know if I can ever show my face again."

Ellis patted your back soothingly. "It's okay, (Y/N). Once we get settled, it's not as if we'll see an Elder on the streets."

That gave you some peace of mind.

Two days later, you trudged grumpily through Yerim's snow-covered roads. The damned snow made it near impossible to conduct business. Blacksmiths were low on coal and lumber because of the frigid conditions, mines collapsed due to the weight of snow, and god knows where wool could be bought. It was a wonder that people sustained themselves like this.

During your internal grumbling session, a loud noise crashed through the town. Swinging your head towards the source, you saw it most likely came from the forest. Was it a fight, more bandits, or an avalanche? Curiosity overtook you, causing you to dash toward the source. Strangely enough, none of the townspeople seemed perturbed by the noise.

Once you arrived at the origin of the sound, you realized why none of the residents were bothered by the racket. Right in the middle of the snow-covered field was Yushin practicing his swordsmanship. It was stunning. The glint of the two blades as they sliced through the air, the contrast of the red hilt against the snow--absolutely gorgeous. You watched the sword dance, entranced. Before you realized it, he was done.

"Beautiful," you breathed out. Never before had you seen something so exquisite in your life.

"Is that so?" Yushin, who was now behind you, questioned. Your heart leapt as you jumped away from the Elder. How did he get there so fast?

Not knowing how to respond, you crouched and covered your face with your hands. This was so embarrassing. Yushin merely chuckled at your awkwardness.

"What brings you here, (Y/N)?"

You took a second to compose yourself (as best as someone socially inept could) before answering, "I was trying to do errands when I heard a loud noise and wanted to check it out. Sorry to disturb you, sir."

"It's of no issue. I was finishing anyway. However, your hands are quite empty for someone running errands."

The mere mention of errands brought a tic to your eye as you remembered your multitude of hindrances. "Well," you started, "there have been a few roadblocks."

Yushin escorted you back to the small cottage you shared with other villagers while listening to your passionate ramblings about issues in Yerim. Considering how meek you tended to be, this was an intriguing side of you. It was also interesting to hear about matters regarding his land from the perspective of a new resident.

By the time you finished your tirade, you'd arrived back home. The realization that you just spent half an hour complaining to an Elder of all people dawned on you. Warmth flooded your face as you quickly amended your rant. "Not that Yerim is a bad place to be or anything. I only think some small problems need fixing, my lord."

Yushin resisted the urge to laugh at your sudden change in tone. Instead, he said, "I'd be interested in what approach you'd take to solving these issues, (Y/N). Would you care to discuss it in further detail later?"

All you could do was nod dumbly at the invitation.

"I'll see you soon, then." With that, the swordsman left. Ellis rushed out to ask what just happened, but he couldn't elicit a response--your brain was malfunctioning.

One week after the encounter, you found yourself in Yushin's office with a plethora of material you'd compiled. In your arms were testimonials from townsfolk, copies of public records, and diagrams. After exchanging greetings, you got straight to the point: the snow made it too difficult to live during the winter. There weren't enough wool-producing animals to meet the demand, so people had to rely on merchants. The merchants were aware of this, so they raised prices, knowing that the people of Yerim would have to pay or freeze. Scarce and expensive winter clothing meant that outdoor laborers such as lumberers struggled. Miners were the only people to benefit from the frozen ground but were over reliant on the presumed stability, causing the mine to collapse when it warmed up.

As you explained all of this and provided potential reforms, Yushin listened to your words attentively. You were amazing. In a short period, you came up with practical solutions for the problems plaguing Yerim. Perhaps it was selfish, but he wanted your prowess.

"(Y/N)," Yushin said after you finished presenting, "what would you think about becoming my advisor? You-"

"I'd love that! When do I start, my lord?"

And that was how you became Yushin's trusted advisor. For every annoyance the Elder faced, you were there to fix it. Nothing was too large of a challenge to take on for the man who saved your life. Slowly but surely, Yerim was transformed. It was still frigid, but it felt warmer.

On a particularly restless night, you wandered into the training grounds allocated for Yerim's guards. Moonlight bathed the cold soil in its pale glow. A wall full of swords caught your attention. Perhaps it was the way the light reflected off them or the memory of Yushin's sword dance, but you were drawn to the gleaming blades.

An experimental lift of a sword proved to be effortless; the physical strength from being a gift user was beneficial. Swinging the sword, though, was an entirely different task. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn't recreate a fraction of the grace you'd seen on that snowy field.

"Adjust your grip and stance like this," a voice from behind spoke. Panic surged through your body before you recognized the voice. Rather than question what Yushin was doing here at this time, you nodded and tried to emulate his form as instructed.

"Close, but not quite." He carefully adjusted your posture by moving your limbs manually. You hoped he couldn't feel the heat radiating off your body.

"Are you interested in learning swordsmanship (Y/N)?"

"I'd love to, but--"

"Then let's begin."

Shock covered your face before it morphed into a bright smile. That smile was dangerous. The unfamiliar feeling it gave Yushin compelled him to fulfill your every whim. Even if you knew you had an Elder at your beck and call, you'd never ask anything of him, and it made him favor you all the same. Shaking his head, Yushin buried the intrusive thoughts and continued to teach you.

Years flew by in Yerim. During this time, your proficiency with the blade increased exponentially. Paired with your telekinesis, it was clear that Yushin's close tutelage had paid off. He'd even given you your own sword. Besides the growth in strength, you'd also grown feelings for the feelings for the grey-haired man. How could you not? Not once had he undermined your ideas when it came to reform. He was flexible and willing to discuss things rationally. Despite being an Elder, he diligently taught you swordsmanship. Most of all, he was easy to be around. As someone who suffered in social situations, Yushin never made you uncomfortable. Sure, you'd get embarrassed when he got close, but it wasn't his fault for being handsome.

A poke to your side broke you from your thoughts. It was Ellis. He looked concerned. Understandably so, considering this was the fourth time you'd spaced out within an hour.

"Are you okay, (Y/N)? You've been out of it for the past week."

You muttered something unintelligible into your hands. The only word Ellis could make out was Yushin.

"What was that? What about him? Is he bothering you?"

"It's nothing like that. I just," you paused and took a deep breath before continuing. "I think I love Yushin."

It was Ellis' turn to be gobsmacked. In retrospect, he should have foreseen this outcome, but he'd never put too much thought into it. All the time spent with the Elder outside of work, the private training, and the fondness of which you spoke of him. Everything pointed toward your adoration of the swordsman. Yushin's heavy favoritism toward you was rather evident, as well.

"I think you should just tell him. Knowing you, you'll continue to internalize your feelings until they eat you from the inside. Honestly, it's probably started to happen already. You're a damn good person (Y/N). If you confess and it goes wrong, you can always come back here to live with me and the rest of the villagers. There'll never be an occasion where you're not welcome."

Tears pricked at your eyes at Ellis' kind words. For years, you'd been far removed from the daily activities of your people--only visiting occasionally to make sure they were healthy and safe. They were your motivation to improve Yerim and grow stronger. Knowing you'd be accepted with open arms made your heart feel full.

"Thank you," you choked out. Unshed tears were blinked back. Ellis smiled and hugged you gently. A comfortable silence filled the room before it was broken by a knock on the door. You dashed over to open it and saw Yushin. Before you could question what he was doing here, he spoke.

"You're late for training." A quick glance at the position of the sun confirmed this. Adrenaline coursed through you as you scrambled to collect your things. How could you have lost track of time? As you flew out the door, you quickly bid farewell to your friend with a hug.

"Sorry for being late, my lord," you said anxiously. In your panic and haste to get to the training grounds, you unconsciously grabbed Yushin's hand and began to drag him with you.

The Elder frowned slightly and stopped, forcing you to stop as well. His sudden action made you realize his fingers were intertwined with yours. You tried to pull away before your heart exploded, but Yushin gently yanked you toward him.

"I thought I told you to call me by my name." After that, it was honestly a miracle you were still alive. Your palms felt clammy, and your heart was beating abnormally fast. Yushin took notice of your condition and asked, "Are you alright, (Y/N)? If you're unwell, you don't have to train today. Just rest."

"It's not that."

"Then what is it?"

You took a deep breath and steeled your nerves before half-shouting, "It's because I lo--"

Before you could finish, your blood suddenly ran cold. A man with long white hair was nearing, and his aura was as suffocating as Yushin's, if not more. To make things worse, he held a sword. It was apparent that he was the swordsman from the rumors who'd been killing District Lords. Seemingly out of lords to kill, he'd come looking for stronger prey.

Yushin's face hardened, and he released his grip on your hand. "Go and evacuate the civilians," he ordered.

"But--"

"Go!" His demand left no room for questions. You grit your teeth but heed his command. A clash between the two would devastate much of the territory and any souls unlucky enough to be nearby. Civilians had to vacate the premises no matter what.

One flick of your wrist, and you shot into the sky. "By order of the Elder, Yushin, all civilians evacuate your homes and seek shelter far from the east outskirts." Your voice ripped through the territory as you used your gift to manipulate the sound waves. "Bring what you need only."

Confusion filled the streets as people rushed to vacate their homes. It was utter chaos. There was no choice but to intervene and provide assistance. You wanted to go back and help Yushin, but he could hold his own… hopefully.

Pushing the doubt out of your head, you swooped down in time to stop a man from accidentally trampling a child. The sight of Yushin's advisor helped the crowd settle down. Good. That made it easier to give instructions. Once that was settled, you moved on to a different area that needed assistance. After repeating this process several times, you came across Ellis and the other villagers trying to evacuate.

Using your gift, you brought Ellis toward you to explain the situation. His face looked grim as he processed the information given. It'd been years since the village moved to settle in Yerim. Should anything happen to Yushin, there was no guarantee that the new ruler would be as good as him.

"There isn't much we can do in this situation," Ellis concluded. "If that swordsman is as strong as he seemed, we won't be able to help in any way. For now, let's focus on the evacuation. Once everyone is safe, he won't have to worry about going all out."

You nodded and directed your focus back to the people below. Children were crying, and adults were screaming. The sight burned into your eyes and strengthened your will to protect everyone.

"Let's go."

Even with your gift and the assistance of others, setting up accommodations was a challenge. Making sure they had food was also demanding, but preparations you'd made beforehand in case of an emergency made things easier. Overall, it took five days to complete. And each of those days, you worried about Yushin's health. The only thing that reassured you was the tumultuous noises from the battle.

Ellis caught you staring in the direction of the battle the morning after everything was complete. He knew you wanted to be there but were held back by your responsibility of caring for the civilians.

"Go to him. I'll take care of everything. Don't feel burdened for once. All that I ask is that you stay safe… please."

You found yourself choking back tears again as you spoke. "There's a vault that contains my assets. Should anything go wrong, you should be able to access it. Thank you for everything, Ellis. You're the greatest friend I could ask for."

With those words and a hug, you steeled your heart and flicked your wrist to activate your gift. The wind slashed at your face as you pushed yourself to fly faster than ever. Every second felt like an eternity. Every small period of silence gave rise to anxiety. Your heart fought to escape your chest.

Finally, you arrived. Relief filled your body when you saw a figure in brown dart across the snow. Yushin was alive. Alarm slowly replaced your temporary solace when you noticed Yushin no longer had his dual swords. Instead, he was wielding his Elder Star. Just how strong was the white-haired man to force Yushin into this position? Your question was soon answered when you saw the two cross blades. The challenger was insanely powerful.

There was no place for you in this battle. Trying to intervene would only result in death. So you watched and prayed to whatever universal power might exist--hoping they would smile upon the man you loved and grant him victory.

On the seventh day of the vicious fight, when the sun was at its peak, your heart sank to the bottom of your feet. Yushin's blood painted the snow as he knelt supported by his sword. Assured of his imminent victory, the white-haired man walked over slowly, preparing to land the final blow.

Time slowed down to a crawl. Yushin was going to die. No. No, no, no. Over your cold, dead body.

Using your gift, you surpassed any speed you'd previously reached. With the sword Yushin bestowed upon you, you swung upwards with all your might. The impact rang through your body, but you stood firm until the assailant relented.

"So your loyal little lapdog has finally revealed itself, Yushin." The condescending tone of the swordsman irked you. It also irritated Yushin, who growled at the way he insulted you. "Tell them to step aside, or they shall perish, too."

"I will not stand down. If you want my lord's head, mine must roll on the ground first."

"So be it."

Your life flashed before your eyes as the man swung with the intent to sever your head. Every happy memory with the villagers, Ellis, and Yushin gave you the resilience to ignore the scream of your body as it surpassed its limits. Just as your swords were about to clash, Yushin's voice rang through the clearing. The descending blade stopped millimeters from yours.

"You want my Elder Star, correct? Then take it. Don't touch (Y/N)."

The sword was thrown at the feet of the challenger, who seemed to contemplate the deal. That moment of hesitation was all you needed to flick your wrist and escape into the forest with Yushin in tow.

Hours passed as you hurled through the thick snow-covered trees. Only then did you feel secure enough to stop at a stream and rest your body. Sweat dripped down your forehead and into your eyes. Your chest felt like it was filled with burning coal. And to top it off, blood poured out of your nose from overexertion of your gift.

Yushin was placed on a tree he could lean on. Blood stained his clothing from wounds he'd sustained during battle. Noticing this, you ripped strips of cloth from your garments and attempted to bandage his injuries. All of this was done in silence. Only nature dared to make noise in the solemn aftermath of the battle.

Soon, you joined Yushin in leaning on the tree. Exhaustion was about to take over, but the wounded man beside you spoke.

"Why, (Y/N)? You could have lived a happy life with your people had you not interfered. You should have left me to die."

That certainly woke you up.

"Left you to die?" you sputtered. "How could you even suggest that? In what world would I have been able to live a happy life in which you died? I'd have spent every day regretting that decision."

"And why is that?"

"Because I love you," you exploded. The echo of your words hung in the air like drifting snow. Yushin looked at you in surprise. You loved him. You sincerely loved him.

Using what little strength he had in his body, Yushin cupped your face and pressed his lips to yours. His hair tickled your nose, and his mouth tasted of blood, but you could've lived in that moment for eternity.

"Will you stay by my side, my loyal advisor?"

You pecked his lips softly and replied, "Through every trial, I'll be there. For every mistake, I'll have a solution. I'll stay with you forever, Yushin."

"And I shall do the same for you."

There, a promise was made that could not be broken by sword or time. The two would be together evermore.

#yushin #yushin x reader #hero killer webtoon #gn reader #yushin oneshot #hero killer #hero killer oneshots #hero killer x reader

[valorxdrive]

if sora was a boss fight what would his desperation move be?

Heart of Fantasia:Destati.

It would be a final gambit type of Desperation Move that makes use of his warmest memories. For a fleeting instant the battleground you're talking him on in shudders, as if being subjected to his will before it all melts away as you stand with him in the boundless void.

Except this time you'll see his disposition go from tensed to relieved as not one, two, but billions of stars, as countless as the worlds in the Realm of Light begin to ignite with fervor as all of the allies gained through his journey would send you through a wonderland. Ever world he stepped upon, each location where even during the deepest dark anchors he found courage and the undisputed warmth of his strength--

In order to capitalize an advantage, the combination attacks made with Sora and his friends would need his allies eliminated through minute openings. This would persist through a speeding blur of worlds, scenery and the white space itself, each knockback only intensifying that hope the cherished song of the Kingdom Key becomes your prayer of oblivion.

Through space, the high skies, the vast lands to the deepest seas. To the sweetest memories and the most determined dreams, it'd ultimately feel like the one enduring it all can't tell if Reality itself is actually real or not.

Ultimately this would end upon a sandy shore that's lit by the heavenly glow of Kingdom Hearts itself. It's a power never used, but the great primal force wishes to bear witness as within the end, you'll have to endure one final onslaught of Sora's Limit Break by taking on the penultimate form he's earned through each game.

If this is triumphed over? Sora's exhaustion inevitably gets the better of him and before that keyblade could be dropped, it'd be the phantasmal hands of Kairi and Riku that comes to sweep one last second wind within him. The intensity of their gazes, their ruthlessness, their resolve. To make decisive attack, you have to successfully split these moment of connections for a brief enough time, just enough to where Kairi's protective veil/embrace upon his life can no longer draw him back from The End.

Through the last clash of attacks, Sora neither screams or speaks of damnation or roars in frustration for finishing him off. Considering this is an event where you are taking him down, if anything, he has an incredibly proud look in his eyes as he starts to fade into light.

You're incredible.

And similar to those sunny smile he always held regardless of his fate, like many of his opponents before him, he'd go out in an explosion of cosmic radiance.

But then it clicks as your character stands in the aftermath. After ripping every connection free.. A weird thought passes through you as the Kingdom Key remains biting into the ground.

Who exactly were you fighting?

#litoredeem #| Bottle Mail #In sure the 'desperation' in this is that he burns his connections free #a gamble of going well beyond his limits and voiding them all (so he thinks) #as a measure to take you down

[lemaistrechat]

History of Eternia

1 million years ago: first humans on Eternia. They were preceded by Snake Men (newspaper comic “Terror Takes Time”).

?: Skeletor time traveled back to the site of Castle Grayskull before it was built, when Zilora’s Snake Clan and the Ape Clan lived there. (Filmation, “The Time Corridor”)

This is an odd one, because many sources say that the Hall of Wisdom preceded Castle Grayskull on the same site, implying this takes place before the Hall of Wisdom was built.

Thousands of years ago: time of King Hiss. (”King of the Snake Men”, “The Ultimate Battleground!”, “Powers of Grayskull: The Legend Begins” mini-comics). He ruled from Snake Mountain. The Three Towers were built, with Hordak helping build Central Tower. King Hiss’ enemies included the Elders/Ancients and He-Ro. The Elders/Ancients sank the Three Towers to prevent King Hiss from using their power, and later banished King Hiss and many other Snake Men. Some followed Hordak, while others became the peaceful Reptons.

(The status of the Hall of Wisdom/Castle Grayskull site is ambiguous. All we were told in the ‘80s Snake Men saga is that Grayskull Tower stood before Castle Grayskull.)

Note that this is before Palace Eternia was built.

Thousands of years ago: Tamusk, "last of the sorcerer-kings", was styled king of all Eternia, ruling from the same Palace King Randor would one day occupy. After his death, his rivals the Silkon civilization vanished. (Filmation, "The Time Wheel")

1,000 years before Adam & Adora were born: the Palace was gone and there wasn’t even a village on the site of Eternos City that surrounds it in the present. Granamyr was already the wisest of dragons. In the present day, he would be the second oldest being on Eternia, after Skytree. (Filmation He-Man “Dragon’s Gift”, She-Ra “Darksmoke and Fire”)

"Many centuries ago": Demos and Tyrella were the last rulers of the City of the Ancients, and their domain extended to Snake Mountain. The Sword of the Ancients hidden in the latter was one of their prize possessions. (Filmation "Masks of Power")

The Sword of the Ancients was already an ancient relic when Demos and Tyrella owned it less than 1,000 years ago, as King Hiss knows it by name (it combined with He-Man’s Power Sword at the end of the episode).

200+ years ago: Lord Tyrin and Lady Valtira go into an enchanted sleep in their castle due to running out of local trees to tap for magic. (Filmation, "The Sleepers Awaken")

You may note that the this timeline doesn’t mention King Grayskull, who’s become a high-profile part of the Masters of the Universe mythos, appearing in both 2021 series (with different looks) after being created in 2003 as a bigger, longer-haired He-Man whose power physically transformed Adam in that series. That’s because his place in history always seems to be defined in relative rather than absolute terms, as the first man to live in Castle Grayskull (some stories unambiguously treat a Sorceress as its very first occupant) and enemy of King Hiss. 

#motu #classic shera #snake men #king hiss #hordak #king tamusk #granamyr #skytree #he-man #king grayskull

[staysuki]

OF ALL THINGS GOOD AND EVIL | PREVIEW (ch20)

one of the most dangerous school activities of all. for some, it's a means to obtain the title of being the most powerful, but for you, it's a mere fight for survival.

preview word count: ~600

tbr: sometime this week

everyone wants to survive or prove their worth. that means, if you want to live until the end of battlegrounds, you’d have to step up your drive.

soon enough, you get your assigned starting positions—and when yuqi realizes yours, she looks at you with wide surprised eyes.

“how are you in the first group??” she asks bewildered, looking at the card that flew to your hands.

you just shrugged, “maybe they think i’d die if i go in last or something.”

yuqi shows you her card, “i’m in the second group so you’d have to wait 10 minutes before i can meet up with you. we should probably strategize,” yuqi turns into serious mode, directing you of possibilities that might happen once you’re inside.

“so, the most generic simulated arena is the woodlands terrain. basically just a hugeass forest, it’s not super hard to find a hiding place,” she starts.

you nod along as she continues, “once you're in, just go find a nearby tree and mark it with your dagger, make sure to follow the tree’s lines so it’s not too obvious you tampered with it. maybe make a distinct S line—S for Save me, Song yuqi.” she jokes but you just roll your eyes, not able to bring yourself to laugh with all the nerves in your system going haywire.

“i know you and jeongin have those rules you agreed to. i think he’s in the second group as well so i’ll tell him that we’ll take the western area—is that good?” she asks, finishing off her initial plan.

“yeah, whatever. i don’t even know what do,” you answer so yuqi just gives you a thumbs up. your group gets called at the head of the line, so, with one final goodluck, you two split off.

in front of you is a large dome arena built with black tinted glass all over. still, it doesn’t look as large as it was advertised to be.

“it’s a pocket dimension,” you hear minho say beside you, suddenly just appearing from somewhere amongst the crowd.

“a what?” you ask.

“it’s bigger on the inside,” is all he says before he walks away again.

weird fella.

you look around, trying to see whether you’d spot a familiar face with you—preferably not one that’s out to kill you.

unfortunately, you only recognize chan and jisung. one who’s on the enemy’s side and one who wants nothing to do with you. still, you note how jisung isn’t wearing his headphones.

well, you were aware that nobody’s allowed to bring anything but the given battlegrounds starter kit, so you wonder how he’ll utilize his power without the use of technology.

you try your best not to psych yourself out, chanting yuqi’s plan over and over in your head to calm yourself. soon, you hear the loud gongs indicating the start of the event.

the volunteers hand everyone a small pouch filled with the starter items—one healing potion, a small dagger, and an emergency button.

not much, but all you need to do is wait until yuqi gets to your spot. it’s not that hard, right?

everyone crosses the barrier between the school and the arena—you hesitate for a bit but ultimately took the courageous step through the shimmering light. if it were up to you, you would’ve turned heel and ran away but the volunteers watching over the line would’ve probably just pushed you anyway. as you step into the arena, darkness fills your vision, suddenly feeling woozy as you close your eyes, awaiting your imminent doom.

when light fills the place, you slowly open to adjust to your surroundings, yet ultimately shell shocked as you see nothing but decrepit concrete walls, vines crawling upon its ruined structure. you look up, as far as the eyes could see, and you see the sky, yet an unknown measure of where the tall walls end.

this isn't a forest at all.

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I don’t know which ones you’ve already seen so I just linked all these because it was better than working

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The clash between Rajasthan Royals and Delhi Capitals is set to ignite the cricketing fervor as they lock horns for their second encounter of the Indian Premier League 2024 season at the iconic Sawai Mansingh Stadium in Jaipur on Thursday. Anticipation is high as fans eagerly await the unfolding drama of today’s IPL match. The IPL stands tall as one of the most illustrious and lucrative sports leagues globally, boasting a colossal fan base. Representing a fusion of cricketing talent from 13 nations across 10 teams, the IPL is the ultimate battleground where players vie for the prestigious IPL Cup. Amidst this excitement, the specter of fixing teams in IPL looms, underscoring the need for integrity and fair play in cricket.

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The Champ's Gamble within the heart of Las Vegas

where the neon lighting fixtures danced and the sounds of slot machines echoed thru the air, there has been one name that resonated louder than another: Mike Tyson.

as soon as the undisputed heavyweight champion of the arena, Tyson had left his mark on boxing history, but now, retired from the hoop, he sought a exclusive kind of thrill. It turned into a heat evening when Tyson strolled into one of the metropolis's most expensive casinos, his presence drawing whispers and stares from onlookers. no matter his reputation, he carried himself with a quiet self belief, his eyes scanning the room with a hint of curiosity. As he made his way to the excessive-stakes tables, Tyson felt a rush of adrenaline coursing via his veins, reminiscent of the times when he stepped into the ring to face his fighters. however this time, the battleground became special – it become the inexperienced felt of the blackjack table that awaited him. Seated amidst a crowd of keen spectators, Tyson exchanged nods with the provider, a pro veteran who regarded unfazed by means of the superstar in his midst. With a flick of his wrist, Tyson located a substantial wager, his expression unreadable as the playing cards had been dealt. spherical after round, Tyson played with the skill and precision of a pro gambler, his instincts honed by way of years of excessive training within the ring. but because the stakes grew better and the tension hooked up, whispers started out to flow into many of the spectators. "he is on a triumphing streak!" "Can anybody beat the champ?" but, no matter his success, Tyson remained stoic, his cognizance unbroken as he calculated his next pass. With every hand, the anxiety inside the room reached a fever pitch until ultimately, in a decisive second, Tyson laid down his cards and found out his hand. A collective gasp crammed the air as Tyson's triumphing streak came to an cease, his expression unchanged as he regular his defeat with grace. In that moment, he had demonstrated that proper champions had been not described completely by means of their victories, but by means of their ability to stand adversity with humility and resilience. As Tyson rose from the desk, a sense of camaraderie washed over the room, the memory of his mythical gamble destined to become a tale advised for years to come. And as he disappeared into the night, the echoes of his legacy lingered, a reminder that even the best champions should locate new battles to conquer beyond the hoop.

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