#elemental master of dark lightning

[toastingpencils37]

9, 21, and 58 for Jes please?

Thank you for the ask!!!!

9. Do they cheat to win or play by the rules?

Jes is actually the type of person who bends the rules to win, so while technically not cheating, she's also not completely playing by the rules.

But in times where it is absolutely dire that Jes must win (for whatever reason) she is not above cheating.

21. What's one secret of theirs that could potentially ruin a relationship they have?

I'm going to go back to when Jes was ages 10 to about 13 for this one, because at that time it wasn't known that she was the Elemental Master of Death, just that someone was.

And since Jes can duplicate herself due to her water powers, it was very easy for her to hide that she was the EM of Death. And there's a big difference in her personality between the two (with her hiding the majority of it due to not really feeling like the true EM of Death at the time).

But at this point she has quite a few friends, plus someone (Derek) who's starting to become like a brother to her.

And then as the EM of Death, she starts having romantic for the current EM of Dark Lightning, Kayden, who is also supposed to hide that he is an EM for similar reasons (except that he can't duplicate his body, so it's harder for him)

So yeah, when the majority find out, it gets pretty tough.

58. If they could change one thing about their life, what would it be?

She'd change it so that she wouldn't lose pretty much everyone in her family when she was nine.

This way she'd still have everyone she loved, she wouldn't be the EM of Death, and maybe her mom wouldn't hate her as much as she does.

[toastingpencils37]

Sure! I'll do this for six of my OC's, being:

Jes (EM of Death)

Derek (tech wiz, adoptive brother to Jes as well as her Duojitzu partner)

Kiera (mechanically inclined, adoptive sister of Jes)

Tara (Past EM of Death, sister of Jes)

Kayden (EM of Dark Lightning)

Kaito (Elemental Killer)

Mal'eec (Past EM of Death, little brother of Hazza D'ur)

Ask Game for someone’s OC(s)

✨- How did you come up with the OC’s name?

🌼 - How old are they? (Or approximate age range)

🌺- Do they have any love interest(s)?

🍕 - What is their favorite food?

💼 - What do they do for a living?

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

🎯 -What do they do best?

🥊 -What do they love to do? What do they hate to do?

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

✂️ - What is one of your OC’s worst memories?

🧊 - Is their current design the first one?

🍀 - What originally inspired the OC?

🌂 - What genre do they belong in?

💚 - What is your OC’s gender identity and sexuality?

🙌 - How many sibling does your OC have?

🍎 - What is the OC’s relationship w/their parents like?

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

✏️ - How often do you draw/write about the OC?

💎 - Do you ever see yourself killing off the OC?

💀 - Does your OC have any phobias?

🍩 -Who is your OC’s arch-nemesis or rival?

🎓 - How long have you had the OC?

🍥 - What age were you when you created the OC?

[callsigns-haze]

The Chase

Pairing: Tyler Owens x Reader

Summary: Y/N and Tyler's storm-chasing adventure takes an intimate turn as Y/N teases and overstimulates him during a high-stakes tornado chase, creating an intense moment of passion and connection amidst the chaos.

Chapter Warnings: Explicit sexual content, including oral sex and overstimulation, during a dangerous storm chase.

WC: 1.5k

The night sky was an inky black canvas, streaked with flashes of lightning as the storm raged in the distance. The air crackled with anticipation and electricity, and the thrill of the chase was palpable. Tyler gripped the steering wheel tightly, his eyes focused on the road ahead as he drove through the winding backroads, chasing the storm.

Y/N sat beside him, the adrenaline coursing through her veins matching his own. She had always been a part of his storm-chasing adventures, but tonight felt different. There was a charged energy between them, an unspoken understanding that they were in this together, no matter the risks.

Tyler glanced at her, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the seriousness of their mission. "You ready for this?"

Y/N nodded, her excitement mirroring his own. "Always."

As they drove deeper into the heart of the storm, the wind howled around them, and the rain lashed against the windshield. The roar of the approaching tornado was a distant, ominous sound, growing louder with each passing moment. Tyler's concentration was unwavering, his eyes flicking between the road and the radar on the dashboard.

Y/N watched him, her heart swelling with pride and love. He was in his element, a master of his craft, and she couldn't help but be mesmerized by his intensity. She reached over, her hand resting on his thigh, offering a silent gesture of support and affection.

Tyler's hand covered hers, giving it a reassuring squeeze. "We're getting close," he said, his voice a mix of excitement and caution.

Y/N could see the funnel cloud in the distance, a dark, swirling mass of destruction. It was both terrifying and awe-inspiring, a reminder of the raw power of nature. She trusted Tyler implicitly, knowing that he would keep them safe even as they flirted with danger.

As the tension in the car mounted, an idea sparked in Y/N's mind. She wanted to remind Tyler of the connection they shared, to bring a moment of intimacy and grounding amidst the chaos. She leaned over, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, "I want to make you feel good."

Tyler's breath hitched, his eyes widening in surprise. "Y/N, we're in the middle of a chase..."

"I know," she replied, her voice low and sultry. "But I need you to remember that I'm here with you. That I love you."

Before he could protest further, Y/N's hands moved to unbutton his jeans, her touch confident and deliberate. Tyler's grip on the steering wheel tightened, his knuckles turning white as he tried to maintain his focus on the road. The storm raged around them, the tornado a looming presence, but Y/N was determined to create a moment of connection and passion.

She leaned down, her lips trailing kisses along his stomach, feeling the tension in his muscles. Tyler's breath came in ragged gasps, his mind a whirlwind of conflicting emotions. The danger of the storm, the thrill of the chase, and the intoxicating sensation of Y/N's touch all melded together, creating a heady mix of excitement and desire.

Y/N started with gentle kisses, her lips barely grazing his skin, sending shivers down his spine. She took her time, enjoying the way his body reacted to her touch. Her fingers brushed against the waistband of his boxers, teasingly slipping inside before pulling back.

Tyler groaned, his eyes briefly fluttering shut before he forced them open again, his focus wavering between the road and the overwhelming pleasure. "Y/N, you're killing me," he managed to say, his voice strained.

She smiled against his skin, her breath warm as she whispered, "Patience, love."

With deliberate slowness, Y/N peeled back the fabric of his boxers, revealing him fully. She wrapped her hand around him, feeling the heat and hardness, and gave a slow, deliberate stroke. Tyler's hips lifted slightly, a soft curse escaping his lips as he fought to keep the car steady.

Y/N began to kiss her way down his length, her tongue darting out to taste him. She moved with a tantalizing rhythm, her mouth hot and wet against his skin. Tyler's breathing grew more ragged, each inhale and exhale a battle for control.

Tyler's hips bucked involuntarily, a low moan escaping his lips. "Y/N, I... I can't..."

Y/N took him into her mouth, inch by agonizing inch. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a delicious pressure as she moved up and down his length. Her tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-come that had formed there.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to speak. "You can't what? Hold on? Or do you want more?"

"More," he choked out, his eyes glazed with desire.

Y/N took him deeper, her head bobbing in a steady, relentless rhythm. She could feel the tension building in his body, the way his muscles tensed and his breath hitched with each movement. Her hand joined in, stroking the base of him in time with her mouth, creating a double sensation that drove him wild.

Tyler's control was slipping, his mind a haze of pleasure and need. The car swerved slightly, and his hand shot out to steady the wheel. "God, Y/N, you're gonna make me crash."

She pulled back for a moment, her eyes meeting his with a mischievous glint. "Then you better focus, Tyler. Because I'm not stopping."

With that, she took him even deeper, her movements more insistent and urgent. He could feel the storm closing in, the tornado's destructive power a stark contrast to the intimate moment they were sharing.

Y/N's tongue moved with expert precision, swirling and flicking, creating sensations that drove him to the edge. She knew just how to tease him, how to bring him to the brink and then pull back, leaving him wanting more. Her hand continued its relentless rhythm, each stroke a tantalizing promise of release.

Tyler's grip on the steering wheel tightened to the point of pain. He was teetering on the edge, the combined thrill of the chase and Y/N's touch pushing him to his limits. With a strangled cry, he finally let go, the release washing over him in waves of ecstasy.

Y/N didn't stop. She continued her ministrations, her mouth and hand working in tandem to prolong his pleasure. Tyler's body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure. The overstimulation was almost too much, but Y/N's touch was too intoxicating to resist.

She pulled back slightly, her lips brushing against his sensitive skin. "Do you like that, Tyler?" she whispered, her voice dripping with seduction.

"Yes," he moaned, his eyes squeezed shut as he tried to hold on to his sanity. "God, yes."

"Good," she replied, her tone teasing. "Because I'm not done with you yet."

With renewed intensity, Y/N took him back into her mouth, her movements slow and deliberate. She built the tension again, her tongue and lips working in perfect harmony to drive him wild. Tyler's mind was a whirlwind of sensations, the pleasure almost too intense to bear.

"Y/N, please," he begged, his voice hoarse with desperation.

"Please what?" she asked, pulling back just enough to speak. "What do you want, Tyler?"

"I... I can't..." he stammered, his body trembling with need.

"Can't what?" she teased, her hand moving in slow, torturous strokes. "Can't hold on? Or do you want more?"

"More," he choked out, his voice barely a whisper.

Y/N smiled, satisfied with his response. She took him even deeper, her mouth and hand working in perfect unison to bring him to the edge once more. Tyler's control was slipping, the pleasure too intense to resist. With a final, desperate cry, he let go, the release washing over him in waves of ecstasy.

Y/N didn't stop. She continued her ministrations, her mouth and hand working in tandem to prolong his pleasure. Tyler's body trembled, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he tried to regain his composure. The overstimulation was almost too much, but Y/N's touch was too intoxicating to resist.

When she finally pulled back, Tyler was spent, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Y/N wiped her mouth with a satisfied smile, her eyes twinkling with mischief.

"How was that for a distraction?" she asked, her voice full of teasing.

Tyler laughed, the sound a mix of relief and lingering desire. "You're incredible," he said, his voice still hoarse.

Y/N leaned over, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "I love you, Tyler. Never forget that."

Requests for Tyler are open be free to send in as much as you wish!

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[dexylloyd]

"The eyes are the mirror of the soul"

Hello hello hello! How are you guys? I'm currently going into madness!

Little headcanons for the eyes:

Obviously all elemental masters have some sort of symbol/symbolism in their eyes (even the old ones without their powers anymore).

For examples:

Kai: Have flames in his eyes. Flames for the passion and determination of a man that will do everything for his loved ones;

Cole: His eyes have layers like the earth, going to almost pitch black into the colours of honey (he is a gentle giant, yes the layers remained when his eye became green);

Jay: Has a natural heterochromia the right eye has lighting in it both dark blue and yellow, both darkness of a stormy night and the lights of the lightning. The left one is how normal people's eyes are...

Zane: His eyes are symmetrical. Perfect. An iced, but gentle, gaze. Willing to protect anyone who needs it;

[cosmica-galaxy]

Hello! Thank you answering my last ask. About the human having their power awakened, is it possible for them to learn different types of magic like nature, dessert, light, coffee etc. If it is possible, the human would need a few teachers to help them learn. So who would be the best cookies for the job and how would they teach it for each type of magic?

I would say that this ask is either about the baby human being reared by cookies or a adult human with no magic history suddenly gaining the ability to wield powerful, yet reckless, magic. So, I figure this scenario can fit either. In my mind, witches aren't barred from learning any type of magic for any reason. As they created Earthbread and only a fraction of their powers were placed into the soul jams that the ancients and fallen heroes use. Keep in mind, these are disciplined witches with LOTS of experience in magic under their belt. If an offspring or rouge human doesn't know how to control their abilities, the results can become catastrophic! So, it takes a kingdom to teach magic and the human does have various teachers to help out! Throughout the week, the human has private tutoring with various cookies to help them get their powers under control. Latte Cookie and Blueberry Pie Cookie are on the front lines after the human's powers suddenly awaken and erupt forth, so they are tasked with helping them understand magic better and how to wield it properly.

Latte's endless patience and understanding of magic is used primarily to help encourage the human to accept their abilities and to channel it properly. Blueberry Pie cookie utilizes tomes and wizard knowledge to show how magic can be harnessed and how it can meld with a being to give them abilities. Your witch blood makes your abilities drastically stronger, you just have to learn how to properly control it. The Elemental Spirit Cookies undertake teaching you which element supports which part of Earthbread and why each of them are important to keep in balance. Though, each of them would have different meanings of...teaching. Wind Archer Cookie makes sure that you understand discipline and your duty as a witch. He stresses that you train every day to avoid causing any accidents that could hurt others. Fire Spirit Cookie...is the reckless one of the bunch. He wants you to learn FAST and understand the great power of wielding the element of fire!

However, he may become too reckless and accidentally burn his student due to his careless behavior, which gets him scolded by Wind Archer. Frost Queen is pretty absent, but Yeti Cookie is happy to teach you in her place! Then, Lighting Spirit cookie makes sure you understand the power of lightning. However, it's very unruly and hard to control, so it will take the longest to master. You also get taught by Sea Fairy Cookie about the importance of flow and to respect the element you wield, as it will turn on you if you use it recklessly. Like how Fire Spirit cookie demonstrated with his careless teaching which got you burned. Then, of course, we have the ancients themselves. Pure Vanilla is the relaxed teacher and he takes time to reach you how to heal what has been hurt. To connect your magic to your emotions and to use those emotions in a positive way. Instead of using fire with anger, you should use it with passion. Instead of apathy when using ice, use it with calm emotions. So on and so forth. Dark Cacao is obviously the balance teacher. He stresses discipline, even more so than Wind Archer. He states that your magic can destroy kingdoms if not used right, so it is upon your shoulders to make sure that doesn't happen. He teaches the benefits of the element of darkness and how, despite darkness being associated with evil, it can be used for the greater good if one has balance.

Golden Cheese and White Lilly Cookie are similar, in which Cheese will teach the human about the earth and the power that summoning thralls from the very ground can benefit you in a pinch. White Lilly teaches you about nature and deeper ancient magic, as she knows plants more than anyone. She teaches you to wield vines and to use nature to purify poison swamps or scorched earth. To heal the land. Hollyberry...she is kinda just support and keeps encouraging you to keep up with your studies and training with the others. (i don't know her element yet, so...lol)

In the end, the human has a LOT of training to do if they want to get their magic under control. Witch magic is volatile and can become very dangerous if used improperly. Hell, it's the same magic that made the cookie world to start with! The human would have a long journey of understanding themselves and the magic of the cookie world while they travel to master the magic that they have been gifted by birthright.

[milfshotss]

Title: Shadows of Enchantment

Pairing: Ambessa Medarda x Witch!Reader

Summary: Reader is a witch and Ambessa doesn’t like her.

Warning: None

Men & Minors DNI!!!

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The air crackled with tension as the grand hall of the Noxian citadel pulsed with life. Nobles and soldiers mingled, their laughter echoing off the marble walls, but beneath the surface, a storm brewed. Ambessa Medarda, the fierce and cunning matriarch of the Medarda family, stood at the center of it all, a vision of elegance and authority. Her piercing gaze swept across the room, assessing allies and enemies alike, but her focus sharpened when she spotted a figure cloaked in shadows—the enigmatic witch, Y/N.

Y/N leaned against a pillar, her presence magnetic yet unsettling. The flickering candlelight danced across her dark hair, and her onyx eyes sparkled with mischief. Ambessa felt a familiar surge of annoyance mixed with something she couldn’t quite place. The witch was a thorn in her side, a disruptor of Noxian order, and yet there was an allure that was impossible to ignore.

“Ah, the witch graces us with her presence,” Ambessa remarked, her voice laced with sarcasm as she approached. “I hope you didn’t come to cast any of your ridiculous spells tonight.”

Y/N chuckled softly, her smile teasing. “And miss the chance to see the great Ambessa Medarda in her element? I wouldn’t dream of it. Besides, I’m here to enjoy the festivities, not to ruin them. Though, I must say, you make it rather easy.”

Ambessa’s eyes narrowed. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? Playing your little games while the rest of us work to maintain order.”

“Order?” Y/N raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “Is that what you call this charade? A façade of control while chaos simmers just beneath the surface? You’re more like a puppet master, pulling strings and pretending it’s all for the greater good.”

Ambessa felt her temper flare, but there was something in Y/N’s gaze that made her hesitate. “You know nothing of my intentions. I fight for my family, for Noxus.”

“Do you?” Y/N challenged, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Or do you fight to keep your own power intact? There’s a difference, Ambessa.”

The tension hung thick between them, a palpable energy that both excited and infuriated Ambessa. She turned away, unwilling to let Y/N see the effect she had on her. “I have no time for your riddles. I have a city to protect.”

As the weeks passed, their encounters became a dance of sharp words and simmering emotions. Each meeting was a battlefield, with Ambessa trying to outmaneuver Y/N’s clever quips while Y/N deftly countered with her own brand of charm and wit. The rivalry was fierce, yet beneath the surface, an undeniable chemistry crackled like lightning.

One evening, after a particularly heated exchange in the marketplace, Ambessa found herself wandering the dimly lit streets of Noxus, her mind racing. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Y/N was more than just an adversary, there was a magnetic pull that drew her in, a connection that both thrilled and terrified her.

Suddenly, Y/N appeared before her, a playful smile gracing her lips. “Lost in thought again, Ambessa? Or perhaps you’re just trying to avoid me?”

Ambessa crossed her arms, feigning annoyance. “I have no interest in games, witch. You’re a distraction I can’t afford.”

“Ah, but you’re already distracted,” Y/N replied, stepping closer, their faces inches apart. “You can’t deny the tension between us. It’s electric, isn’t it?”

Ambessa’s breath caught in her throat. “I don’t have time for this.”

“Then make time,” Y/N urged, her voice low and inviting. “You’re more than just a ruler, you’re a woman with passion, ambition, and dare I say, desire. Let me see that side of you.”

Ambessa’s heart raced at the challenge. “You think you can unravel me? You know nothing of my life, my struggles.”

“Then let me in,” Y/N replied softly, a hint of vulnerability breaking through her playful facade. “Show me who you truly are.”

In that moment, Ambessa felt her defenses crumbling. The walls she had built around her heart began to fall away, and she found herself drawn to Y/N in a way that was both exhilarating and terrifying. With a deep breath, she closed the distance between them, capturing Y/N’s lips in a fierce kiss that spoke of longing and unspoken fears.

The kiss ignited a fire within them, a spark that transformed their rivalry into something deeper. They became partners in both ambition and passion, navigating the treacherous waters of Noxus together. Ambessa learned to embrace the magic within her, while Y/N discovered the strength of loyalty and determination.

As they faced the challenges of their world, their love blossomed, a fierce and beautiful force that defied the odds. Ambessa found herself laughing more, her heart lighter in Y/N’s presence, while Y/N felt a sense of belonging she had long sought. They were no longer enemies, they had become allies, each pushing the other to grow stronger.

One night, under a canopy of stars, Ambessa took Y/N’s hand, her heart pounding. “What we have… it’s dangerous. The world won’t accept us.”

“Let them try,” Y/N replied, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “We’ll carve our own path. Together.”

Ambessa’s heart swelled with determination. “Together.”

In the heart of Noxus, Ambessa Medarda and Y/N, the witch, forged a bond that transcended rivalry, proving that love could flourish even in the most unexpected of places. Their story became a legend, a tale of enemies turned lovers, forever etched in the annals of the city they both cherished.

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[lichtluxx]

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟWho is Leviathan?

Leviathan is described as a primordial serpent, found in many ancient myths of the Middle East. The most famous being Tiamat, for example. Leviathan was one of the possessing Demons named in the Loudun Possessions.

According to a Miscellany of Medieval Hierarchies, Leviathan is classified as a Dragon of Chaos. While according to Peter Binsfeld (1589) from Treatise on Confessions by Evildoers and Witches: Leviathan is the demon of envy, a title that follows him to this day. He also being the Lord of the Sea and the Void, as those are his domains.

Leviathan appears a lot in the Bible.

It is said that in the very beginning, YHWH created beings of great size to rule over the earth. Ziz, resembling a phoenix, ruled over the sky and all animals within it. Behemoth, resembling an ox, ruled over the land and all animals within it. Leviathan, the most feared and powerful of all, ruled over the sea and all animals within it. According to some, Leviathan dislikes these siblings of his.

We have some descriptions about him in the Bible by the way.

Isaiah 27: Leviathan is described as a sea serpent, long, strong, twisted and swift.

Job 41: Leviathan is described as a monster with a mouth that spews flames, a nose that smokes, a breath that kindles fire, and strength in its neck.

Psalm 104: Leviathan is described as a sea monster that likes to play in the sea.

In Jewish mythology, YHWH created two Leviathans, one male and the other female, as a way of demonstrating his power.

However, he killed the female one in fear of human extinction if the Leviathans reproduced. For this reason, for many practitioners, Leviathan can choose to appear as either a man (like in my case) or a woman, sometimes changing between both forms.

In the words of Asenath Mason, Leviathan is “the soul of the world, the eternal beginning and end, the element of chaos within, and the divine potential lying dormant in dark recesses of human psyche… [He is] the primal force of all creation and all destruction… Leviathan is the very beginning, the original cosmic force that gave rise to the universe… He is the Above and the Below."

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Titles:

Emperor, King, Prince, Dark Lord

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Epithets:

Emperor of the Void, Emperor of the Abyss, Lord of the Depth, Lord of the Emotions, Master of the Black Ocean, Lord of the Deep, Prince of King of the Sea, Coiling Serpent, Great Devourer, Dragon of the Apocalypse, Lord of Storm and Lightning, Guider of Dreams.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟENN:

Jaden Tasa Hoet Naca Leviathan

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟDates:

April 30th, May 2nd, September 21st

Monday

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟHerbs / flowers:

Lavander, iris, lotus, copal, mint, valerian, eucalyptus, sandalwood

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Colours;

All shades of blue, all shades of green, black, silver, grey, white

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Crystals:

Aquamarine, Pearl, Obsidian, Sapphire, Moonstone, Tanzanite, Black Tourmaline, Hydrogen Quartz, Amazonite, Black Jade, Clear Quartz

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Animals:

Serpents, large marine life, seahorses, dragons

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟnumbers:

3, 7

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟSigns? How do I know if he wants to work with me?

Signs can vary. For me, he simply appeared in a dream, so I didn't have many signs.

But it is common to think about the sea or feel like being in the water, dreaming about the sea, seeing his sigil (Leviathan cross) everywhere, seeing snake and/or ouroborus themed objects, him visiting your dreams.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟ Domains:

Darkness, emptiness/abyss, emotions, unconsciousness, dreams, shadow work, emotional healing/processing trauma, protection, changes, justice, banishing magic and help in creating spells.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟTypes of offerings:

Pearls, shells, starfish, fossils, blood, seawater, bones, dragon, snake or ouroborus themed items, sweets, chocolate (preferably dark), green tea or white tea, hard liquor, dark ambience music, blue flowers, devotional art (paintings, drawings, songs, poetry, etc), his crystals, study of philosophy, psychology and science (studying in general), lavender incense, mint incense, sandalwood incense, eucalyptus incense, copal incense, windchimes, tears, shadow work, donating to ocean conservation, meditation, self improvement, crying it out, wearing his sigil, researching about him.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ﾟFun fact:

Leviathan's most known sigil, well known as the "Satanic Cross" or the Brimstone symbol, it represents absolute balance. The two bars at the top of the cross symbolize double protection and the balance between the masculine and the feminine. The lower part shows the symbol of infinity, which symbolizes the eternal balance of the universe, of life and death, eternity and/or a double ouroborus that symbolizes the balance between the spiritual and the material.

His name comes from the Hebrew Livyatan, which means to twist, turn or coil. Nowadays, this name can refer to big animals, such as whales.

John Milton, in his epic poem Paradise Lost, describes Leviathan as “the Arch-Fiend,” who lurks about the seas around Scandinavia. He would rise to the surface and fool sailors into thinking his huge bulk was actually land. When the ships were close, he would drag them down and sink them.

In Hebrew lore, Leviathan has two aspects, male— Leviathon, the Slant Serpent — and female —LILITH, the Tortuous Serpent.

The Zohar also describes Lilith as a female aspect of LEVIATHAN, who has a SERPENT body. She is Leviathan, the Tortuous Serpent, the counterpart to the male aspect, Leviathon, the Slant Serpent. Lilith is the serpent who tempts Eve with the apple of forbidden knowledge in paradise and thus instigates the Fall. She also persuades Eve to seduce Adam while she is menstruating and impure.

According to The complete book of demonolatry by S. Connolly:

A/n: Many people don't know who he is or don't work with him and, as someone who started working with him very recently, I wanted to make this little post in his honor 🥺

[cruel-hiraeth]

Every ten years, two young adults from your village are offered to the King of Curses as human sacrifices.

A pair of souls plucked at peak ripeness is all that will appease the mythic monster. Otherwise, the selection process is random—or so the elders claim; you suspect that happenstance alone isn’t why the chosen are always orphans. There’s no harm in throwing away the lives of those who have neither social status nor loved ones.

Who will mourn their loss?

Since you were a knobby-kneed child, you assumed you would have to forfeit your existence for the “greater good” (though you never believed your meager life would account for much). Whispers have followed you like a shadow for as long as you can remember.

Rumor holds that your parents abandoned you to the elements because you consumed your twin in the womb; you were born a demon, a cursed child. The only reason you walk the earth today is because a monk took mercy on a wretched babe, delivering you to an orphanage for a life of isolation and servitude.

It’s a somber morning when it occurs: inky clouds are a funerary shroud over the earth. Your breath remains steady when a procession arrives at the door of your master’s home, announcing that you bear the honor of representing the village this year. Unable to so much as gather your few belongings—what does a spirit require in death?—you leave the residence immediately, heart heavy with foreboding.

The next several weeks are a blur. You reside in a crumbling temple on the outskirts of the village where you begin the purification process—an endless cycle of fasting, meditation, and ablution. Here you meet your companion on this journey to premature death: a fellow orphan named Itadori Yuuji. To your knowledge, you have never met him before; you’re positive that you would remember him if you had.

He’s too striking to forget.

Itadori is tall and broad, his skin sun-warmed and tawny, with freckles smattering his shoulders and face. His eyes are swirling pots of honey, smoother and richer than anything you have ever seen—is the gilt nectar as luscious and sweet as they claim? The shock of hair atop his head is a coppery gold, more befitting of royalty than a poor farmhand.

But perhaps his most distinct features are the identical, crescent-shaped scars that outline his eyes. You wonder how they got there and what they mean. Are they an omen? A generational curse? A mark of death? You never muster the courage to ask him, though, as the day of your offering is upon you.

The wind whips the hem of your silk robes, the chilly air seeping into your bones, a shiver wracking your frame. You wobble to you knees before the shrine as you begin reciting the sacrificial rites—the elders standing back at a safe distance—waiting for the King of Curses to claim you. Your heart is a storm: sorrowful rain, vengeful thunder, thrilling lightning. Amidst the chaos of your thoughts, Itadori grasps your left hand, his palm dwarfing your own.

“It’s going to be okay,” he whispers.

You glance at him in your periphery; a knowing smile tugs at the corners of his lips. What makes you so sure? you want to cry out. You taste the words on your tongue as his scars crack open to display another set of eyes a bloody claret, dark tattoos unfurling across his face and limbs. He now speaks with a gravely voice, much deeper than he ever has before:

“This isn’t the end, brat—it’s merely the beginning.”

[rooks-dagger]

Your OC as the Solar System

Saw this cool tag done by @pixiedurango and thought I'd give it a go!

The vibes, man, the vibes! 💫 I swear some of these had me like that Knives Out meme ("It makes no damn sense! Compels me though.")

Rules: Bold what applies - italicize sometimes - strike out never. (Bonus): Color the ones that especially fit. Tag some friends to play along!

Ember "Rook" Mercar ⚔️

SUN • egotistical • melted wax wings and fingers • stretching sunburnt skin • the most generous soul • blood in the fruit • halos • anger on fire • high vitality • thunderous laughter • is pride really a sin? • halogenic aura

MERCURY • expansion of the mind • silver-tongued • an everlasting wanderer • polyglot • high dexterity • handwritten letters • innately critical • en vogue • eyes in the trees • hidden libraries • there’s always room for improvement

VENUS • in love with strangers • iridescent waters • love potions for your mirror • selfless devotion • shattering crystal • seafoam upon sand • the golden ratio • drowning in your own passion • material value & high principles • luring • plush lips

EARTH • fresh springs • tree hugger • we can start again tomorrow • a blazing rainforest • respects survival of the fittest • nature’s adversity • lazy bones • constantly evolving • flowers sprouting from wounds • a granite altar • fossilized remains

MOON • illusory • silver shimmer off the ocean • secrets and gossip • cycles of reincarnation • a crybaby • physically ethereal • shared glances with a stranger • cat eyes • mistrusting their intuition • fear is a prison • ornate magic wands

MARS • healthy competition • attraction and repulsion • magma and rubies • a blade being forged • wrath wrath wrath • malefic • intense eye contact • cannon fodder & fireworks • blood floods • copper taste on your tongue

JUPITER • red robes and a suit of armor • beacon of stability • leader by birth • thunderbolts and lightning • guilty but can’t stop • secret rich kid • golden touch golden tears • innate optimist • failure isn’t an option • constantly reaching for more • unfinished symphonies

SATURN • traditional • overbearing energy • a sculptor of reality • this existence is a karmic one • has a heart it’s just.. way down deep • law, order & justice • avoid all necessary risk • the sound of shackles clanging • sisyphus’ struggle • grappling with the reality of time • self-governing

URANUS • psychedelic funk music • overflowing cups • a rebellion with skin • looking good in photo id • oblivious but caring • middle fingers in the air • double rainbows • icy diamond exterior • holographic • afraid of their own mediocrity • pearlescent smoke

NEPTUNE • an elegy for the lost • dissolving boundaries • white horses • the burden of mystical conditions • deceptive • escapism is their reality • a polarizing entity • artists soul • paranoia • searching for the unseen • a siren’s swan song

PLUTO • angel statues over graves • power • the cycle of necrosis • transformative • unfathomable depths • an ivory tower toppling over • screaming at the sky • violets and irises • eclipsed darkness • speaks with their shadow • sex, death, rebirth

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Hoo boy, buckle up - I'm gonna tag quite a few of you since I haven't seen this game before (and I think y'all might enjoy it)

Gently tagging @dancing--lights @augustnugs @dudewheresmynug @grimrevolution @jouskaroo @caldarrus @fatagenda @master-of-the-elements @litchigaming @in-the-drowning-deep @fenrelmercar @mildlyupsetzebra @blightedcrow @flowersforthemachines @thesummerstorms @larkinna @themildmahariel @durgeapologist @curiouswisp @antivan-sprig @amellderiva ...plus anyone else who sees this and wants to play 😁 Zero pressure, as always!

[baron-bear]

Took a break from bing'ing big men to find out a lot of modern locations are (seemingly) heavily patrolled by eggdogs, so I started using more fantastical settings and situations and got great results. I was inspired by various schools of magic/elementalism from a range of other media and applied it to large men.

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To start off, we have the Geomancers, attuned to the earth and imbued with great strength:

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The Vulcanists mix earth and fire to mimic the raw power of volcanoes to fuel their craft. Most use obsidian for their work, harvesting conjured pillars for later use.

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The (relatively) lighter Zilikas glide and dance effortlessly across the deserts, combining the elements earth and air to create dazzling spectacles of whirling sand.

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The Fulganites channel fire's power through the air, conjuring great lightning strikes. Not much physical movement is involved, so they tend to get quite large.

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Mastering the antipodal forces of fire and water, but more-so the concept of heat, the flamboyantly adorned Thermomancers train for decades to tame the unruly combination. The traditional practitioner is greyed and adorned with silvery filigrees, but every so often a golden-clad prodigy emerges, mastering the art at a much younger age.

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Falling outside the elemental spectrum, the Necromancers deal with the dead, speak with spirits, and perform profane rituals from within their dark studies.

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Eschewing a singular school, the Archivists seek ever greater amounts of knowledge from any source, sequestering themselves away in a pocket dimension to research tomes in peace, the only light being their personal magelight.

Some, however, lose themselves in the pursuit of knowledge, forever chasing eldritch sources outside of reality.

[denkilightning]

hi so can we talk about how lightning is representative of evil and dark magic in ninjago and how it reflects on the elemental masters of lightning or....????

[greenapplespider]

Wip of Ellen from my dark fantasy story Blood in Moderation (lore master post). Within the setting, life mages are those with innate magical inclination to manipulate life energy, it is considered a naturally occurring form of blood magic. Ellen can use both the blood and/or soul of another living being (or even herself) to heal wounds or grow plants.

This affinity is considered a rarity, as most healing mages don’t have it and have to study the craft for years to become proficient. With most relying heavily on alchemy to hone their spells.

On the inverse, elemental and offensive spells- especially those of fire, lightning, electromagnetic, telekinesis etc- are skills which elude her. But she doesn’t mind- she quite content talking to the trees. (More character lore and world building will be with the finished drawing)

[mrcompass]

A critic of the Legendary Bladers concept.

The concept of the Legendary Blader is central to Beyblade: Metal Fury, playing a significant role in shaping the third part of the MFB series. Through this, new characters, themes, lore, and ideas were introduced. In this analysis, I will explore the Legendary Blader concept by focusing on three key points.

The star fragment and bey obsolescence

The Star Fragment is obviously a central element for the Legendary Bladers, as it is what sets them apart from other Bladers. The Star Fragment serves as a convenient excuse to evolve the Beys of pre-existing characters: Gingka, Kyoya, Ryuga, and later Kenta. Evolutions in the MFB anime are actually quite rare. Unlike the manga, characters don’t evolve their Beys through progress or special events. In fact, it’s more common for a character to change part of their Bey (like Chaoxin), and sometimes characters even change them entirely (like Zeo and Toby). However, the latter case was due to their need for a fresh start after being subjected to Hades Inc. Masamune received an evolved version of his Unicorno thanks to Coach Steel’s modifications, but he did this precisely because he learned Gingka’s Pegasus had evolved and wanted to become a Legendary Blader. Finally, Ryuga was able to evolve Lightning L-Drago into Meteo L-Drago by conquering the dark power.

This illustrates that in the Metal Saga, Beys are an essential part of a character’s identity, and they don’t often change them. Beys are considered partners and are too deeply intertwined with the supernatural and the characters themselves (after all, the characters’ designs are based on their Beys) to be modified on a whim. For example, it would be strange for Kyoya or Gingka to ask Madoka to modify their Beys, given the values they hold for them.

This is actually a disadvantage for MFB, as the goal of the anime is to sell Beyblades. As a result, whenever you introduce a prominent Beyblade that you really want to sell, you have to create a new character. This might cause issues with character development, considering the number of characters already in the show and the limited number of episodes.

This is where the Star Fragment is a genius move: it allows the Beys of previous characters to evolve into the new 4D system. This way, they can present the new system as special. Additionally, it was already established that Beys are made of meteorite material, so a fragment of the same thing powering the Beys seems logical.

This doesn’t mean the concept is perfect, though. The first problem is that it is reserved for only a select few, and the evolutions only apply to pre-existing characters. This actually limits the new system to a handful of people: the Legendary Bladers, the Nemesis Bladers, Ryuto, and Masamune. The second issue is that it clearly sets these characters apart from all the others. Even though some of the Fusion characters were outclassed by Gingka and his group, as demonstrated in Battle Bladers, there was still hope for them to come back stronger and remain relevant in the show. After all, Tsubasa and Yu maintained consistent roles in later seasons, and Tobio even returned during the Destroyer Dome.

But now that we have a group of Bladers certified as the "strongest in the world" thanks to the Star Fragment, the hope for other characters to shine, surpass the Legendary Bladers with their own skills, or even create tension in a match has been demolished. The proof is that no Legendary Blader has ever lost to a non-Legendary Blader, and no holder of a 4D Beyblade has lost to a Blader with a non-4D Bey. For example, Yuki was able to beat Cycnus, and Johannes was able to outplay Dashan.

This perfectly illustrates what I call "Bey obsolescence," which refers to a new kind of Bey or system eclipsing the others within the same generation. For example, in Fusion, characters with Beys using plastic fusion wheels played a relevant part, yet in Metal Masters, these Beys are reserved for background characters. This kind of Bey was used by Kenta’s friends, whom we don’t see anymore after Fusion, as well as Hikaru and Hyoma. The latter two were strong enough to defeat Kenta at one point and participate in Battle Bladers, but they are the only participants of that tournament who have given up competitive Beyblading.

Of course, there’s the factor of their trauma, but Tsubasa overcame the dark power, and they could have had their roles switched with others in Battle Bladers. However, it didn’t happen, and I think the explanation is that it was simply convenient to reduce the presence of two characters using an obsolete system to make more room for new Bladers and Beys. As conspiratorial as it might sound, if you look at any team in the World Championship, none of them—not even Team Desert Blaze—used plastic wheels. This obsolescence is real, as seen in Zero-G, where the generic Beys use the Ray and Spiral fusion wheels, which were once used by prominent characters.

I think Metal Fury is painfully aware of this and tries its best to counteract it, mainly by showing close fights, like Gingka vs. Kenta in Beyster Island or Kyoya vs. Yu. In a way, it works. It’s almost impressive how these characters can hold their own with their Metal Fusion Beyblades against Legendary Bladers.Another point the anime insists on is that Gingka and Kyoya needed to learn how to use their new 4D Beys. Before their defeats against Ryuga, they often relied on mode changes, much like Johannes and the rest of the Nemesis Bladers did. It’s notable that Johannes, Pluto, Hershel, and Cycnus don’t have a special move, and for the latter three, they don’t even have a Bey-beast or aura. These are characters who over-rely on their Beys’ abilities rather than fully utilizing their potential. This is presented as the “wrong way” to use a 4D Bey. It’s also noteworthy that Kyoya and Kenta created their special moves by defeating one of these Bladers. So, in a way, the anime tries to tell us that while it’s great to have a powerful new Bey, if you just rely on mode changes, you’re not going to get very far.

So, even though the Star Fragment is a great idea for changing the Bey system, it kind of limits the possibility of characters benefiting from it. Especially considering that only four characters received drastic evolutions. It also confirms the tendency to leave characters behind, depending on their beys. Nonetheless the series finale addresses this issue by having all the Bladers transfer their power to Gingka.

The Legendary Bladers and Character Development

The second point that needs huglight is the legendary blader themselves and how they perforemd as characters. This is not about critizing the choice of these characters for the legendary blader postion but rather seeing if there is more to them than their title and if they are developped. Now characters developpment is all well and good but it is better if a charatcers is fleshed out so they can stand out more.

Gingka, Kyoya, Ryuga and Kenta

On the eleven people that received a star fragment only four were introduced in a previous season: Kyoya, Gingka and Ryuga and Kenta. All fo them were well established charcters and they all had their time to shine in the season. Kyoya had his little arc, Gingka put an end to Nemesis thanks to all the blader ijn the world and Ryuga and Kenta built a bond with each other. We actually saw more of Ryuga, how he trains and how he lives thanks to his tribulations. For Kenta this was the occasion to grow stronger but also distance himself from Gingka and the rest of the group, which allowed him to stand out more and gained independance. Bulding a relationship between Kenta and Ryuga was obviously surprising and welcomed. As the two had never really interacted with each other and are actually very different. We have Ryuga who was always strong and narcistic and Kenta who built slowly but surely his strenght and tries his best to help friends whenever he can. His journey with Ryuga is actually refreshing and unexpected. In my opinion it is the most succesfull things metal fury did. Reagarding their selections as legendary blader I think it what obvious they would be selected. Kyoya, Gingka and Ryuga are the strongest blader in the world with a lot of achievement to their credit like battle blader and tghe world championship. Kenta succeding to Ryuga as the lengadry blader of summer is a perfect consluon to his charcters journey not only in fury but in the whole series as well.

Yuki

Yuki was introduced very early in the season, being one of the first characters to appear in Metal Fury. Much like Kenta, Yuki starts off by being attacked, unable to defend himself until Gingka intervenes. They quickly become friends. After Kenta left the group, Yuki somewhat filled his role without replacing him. Yuki has elements that set him apart—he is determined, enjoys astronomy, and uses his passions to his advantage (like when he figured out how to open the door of Dynamis's temple). He is intelligent and loyal. However, his biggest weakness is his lack of confidence in himself as a Blader.

After he became a Legendary Blader, he participated in the Tag Team tournament alongside Gingka, and his confidence improved—a trend that continued over time. Overall, Yuki was a well-developed character; he had time to be properly fleshed out, and he actually grew during the season.

The main issue comes when it’s revealed that Yuki is a descendant of one of the Bladers who fought Nemesis in the past, which allowed him to gain the star fragment. Yuki’s reaction is one of pride and joy, as one might expect. However, for me, this was a missed opportunity for introspection. He’s supposed to be a clever and level-headed character, yet he never questions the influence of destiny on his life. Was he always destined to become friends with Gingka? Are his achievements only due to his ancestors? This could have led to Yuki affirming himself—not in opposition to his fate, but as his own person. This would have been a nice way to parallel Rago and Pluto, who mindlessly follow the prophecy of their own ancestor.

Aguma

Regarding the case of Aguma, I believe he also benefited from an earlier introduction compared to the other Legendary Bladers. He is also the first to join Nemesis, which sets him apart from the others. Aguma is part of the Beylin Fist, a rebel faction of the Beylin Temple. He wishes for his faction to get the recognition they deserve, which is why he allies himself with Johannes, who promised that in the "New World," the Beylin Fist would become the one and only school for Beyblade. This integrates Aguma and the rest of his clan into the world of MFB by using the pre-existing Beylin Temple.

Though Aguma does not develop a rivalry with Dashan, he does have an antagonistic relationship with Kyoya, which plays into Kyoya's solo arc. By being one of the antagonists during Metal Fury alongside Johannes, Aguma manages to stand on his own and gain some individuality. After his successive losses to Kyoya, King, and Tithi, as well as Pluto's betrayal, Aguma faces an internal crisis about what to do next: help the Legendary Bladers, do nothing, or side with Nemesis.

This moment of introspection could have been a positive turning point, if it hadn’t been interrupted in the worst way possible. Dynamis reveals that Aguma's ancestor sided with Hades in the past, before switching sides to join the Legendary Bladers after an encounter with Tithi's ancestor. Because of this, it feels like all of Aguma's choices have been dictated by fate, as he ends up replicating the same mistakes his ancestor did. This makes him seem more like a puppet of fate rather than a fully developed character.

King

King was introduced around the middle of the season. Like Yuki and Aguma, he participated in two tournaments, showcasing his performance to the viewers. The most important aspect of King is the friendship he built with Masamune. In my opinion, they complement each other very well, as seen during their battle against Hershel, and King quickly became a part of Team Dungeon.

Of course, King suffers from the same circumstances as the other Solar System Bladers, but what counteracts this is his genuine love for Beyblade, much like Masamune and Gingka. Additionally, his ancestry never got in the way of his actions or choices, and he didn’t seem to place much importance on it. Even if he wasn’t a Legendary Blader, he still had a unique Beyblade, Variares, that can spin in both directions, which already makes him stand out.

In summary, King is a very unique, iconic, and well-integrated character.

Dynamis

Dynamis first appeared in the arc just before the Beyster Island tournament, and he didn’t participate in it. Just like in the manga, he doesn’t have much screen time compared to the previous Legendary Bladers. I think this is due to the fact that his primary purpose is to deliver the lore behind the Legendary Bladers, making it harder to dissociate him from that role.

Later on, Dynamis gets possessed by a dark power, which might be an allusion to Tsubasa’s dark power arc. This is fitting since Zeus, represented by Dynamis's Beyblade Jupiter, has an eagle as its symbolic animal.

Dynamis’s main problem is that he doesn’t have any real meaningful relationships with other characters, making him feel more like a plot device.

Chris

Chris was also introduced fairly late in the season, but fortunately, he has a backstory. He suffered a similar situation to King, being ostracized and abandoned because of his strength, which alludes to the fact that Legendary Bladers in the manga aren’t allowed to participate in tournaments due to their overwhelming power. Unlike the other Bladers of the four seasons, Chris wasn’t introduced in previous seasons, nor did he have an impressive record before winning Beyster Island. He suffered from unfortunate circumstances that prevented him from going to the World Championship.

However, Chris brings with him an interesting concept—that of a mercenary Blader. This is relatively new to the series, and it seems to fit well in a world where Beyblade holds such a significant place. It’s almost strange that we didn’t see more variations of what a Blader can do outside of just fighting in tournaments. Unfortunately, this concept was introduced far too late to be fully explored, especially considering Chris seemingly gives up the mercenary way. After he lost to Gingka and sided with the Legendary Bladers, it appears Chris turned over a new leaf, but since this happened just before the final fight against Nemesis, we didn’t have enough time to appreciate his development.

Tithi

Tithi was the last Legendary Blader to be introduced. What’s original about his introduction is that, unlike the others, he isn’t found by Gingka but by Kyoya and Yu. From the start, we get a good sense of his personality—he’s a shy kid who just wants friends to play Beyblade with, a feeling Yu understands well. Their bonding was very sweet to watch and helped reintroduce Yu into the new season.

During battle, we see that Tithi has a joyful personality. He can be unpredictable and a little wild at times. Of course, who could forget him annoying Kyoya by calling him "Tatakyo/Yoyo"? Tithi later battled Aguma, which contributed to Aguma's doubts (along with Pluto’s betrayal).

Overall, I think Tithi was fleshed out well, but the problem is that he was introduced so late in the season that it feels like he was mercilessly thrown into the Nemesis crisis. Think about it—he was just a little kid minding his own business, finally finding a friend to play Beyblade with, and less than two days later, he’s forced to face this universe's version of Satan. However, his potential was clearly wasted, especially considering he stayed with Dynamis, with whom he had almost no interactions.

Rago

Rago is one of the main antagonists of Metal Fury, and he is also the only Legendary Blader to be truly evil. He appears in the latter part of the season, which seems at odds with how the anime presents him—as the ultimate villain Gingka and the rest must face. Rago is merely the man who wields Nemesis, nothing more and nothing less. He shares similarities with previous main Blader antagonists like Ryuga and Damian by being narcissistic, boastful, and insulting. However, Rago's issue is that he didn’t have the same buildup as Ryuga did in Metal Fusion. He feels like a character pulled from a catalog, especially considering that he appears alongside the Nemesis Bladers.

Though he endangered the entire world and kills Ryuga, there’s no progression to his evil actions. The problem is that we already know he wants to destroy the planet and end all life. In contrast, Ryuga's actions in Metal Fusion became increasingly unhinged, making us fear and anticipate his next move. However, Rago has something that sets him apart from other villains—he's not Gingka's villain but Ryuga's. There isn’t much of a parallel between Gingka and Rago. The Legendary Bladers of the Solar System, much like Rago, are bound by fate, while Ryuga is different.

Ryuga wanted to bury his past in the Dark Nebula, particularly the time he was possessed by L-Drago. Then, in Metal Fury, Doji returns alongside a new Blader who controls a seemingly unstoppable dark artifact that just absorbed L-Drago’s power. Ryuga feels insulted, but the main reason he fights Rago is because he sees himself—Metal Fusion Ryuga—in him and wants to destroy that part of himself. Additionally, Rago is a threat to his supremacy in the Beyblade world, so if Ryuga wants to live up to his title, he must either fight him or die trying.

Overall, I think Rago is a pretty solid antagonist. He serves his purpose, and while his fight with Ryuga meant more for the latter’s character, it allows Rago to be more integrated into the story.

Most of the new characters who became Legendary Bladers serve their purpose well; they are unique characters. Some are more integrated than others into the wider MFB canon. However, they all would have benefitted from more time to be fleshed out, particularly Dynamis and Chris. The new lore surrounding them adds more substance to the series, but at the same time, the over-reliance on it and on fate hurt some of these characters badly (like Yuki and Aguma). The main problem is that Metal Fury was 12 episodes shorter than the previous two seasons. With that amount of additional episodes, the new characters could have benefitted greatly from further development. In summary, this is a big waste of potential, and most of them don’t succeed at being more than just Legendary Bladers.

Gingka Hagane and the concept of fate.

The concept of fate and supernatural forces has always been present in Metal Fight Beyblade. In Metal Fusion, we had Ryutaro, who had visions about the future, while in Metal Masters, Julian and Damian used a vague concept of fate to justify their positions and why they should win. Despite this, Gingka was able to beat them all and even overcame fate. Ryutaro had a vision of an apocalyptic future, but after his losses to Gingka in Battle Bladers, he saw that a different path was possible. Madoka's computer predicted that Gingka had less than a 1% chance to win against L-Drago, yet he succeeded. Finally, let's not forget that King Hades' prophecy hadn’t fully realized itself because Gingka and the whole world defeated Nemesis. The point is that Gingka has a habit of triumphing over fate and preconceived ideas. For him, being a blader is about fighting with his heart, loving his Bey, and getting back up when he loses—it’s how he becomes powerful. Yet, in Metal Fury, some of the most powerful bladers are those who have special ancestors and a star fragment in their Bey. The reason the star fragment chooses those particular bladers is related to fate, as the attribution was tied to the prophecy and is known by Dynamis. This use of the concept of fate and predetermined power in Metal Fury fundamentally undermines the themes that were built in previous seasons of Metal Fight Beyblade. Gingka’s story in Metal Fusion and Metal Masters was about defying odds, challenging fate, and rising through sheer willpower and love for the sport.

The concept of the Legendary Blader brought some fresh elements to Metal Fury but ultimately constrained the series. While it introduced new characters and deeper lore, the overreliance on fate limited the potential for character growth and reduced the tension in battles. Characters like Yuki and Aguma were overshadowed by their predetermined roles, while others, like Dynamis and Chris, suffered from lack of development due to the shortened season. While there were positive developments, such as the evolving relationship between Ryuga and Kenta or the bond between King and Masamune, Metal Fury ultimately fell into the same trap as its predecessor by superficially handling an expanded cast. The season reflects a broader fatigue with the Metal Saga, struggling to balance the introduction of new elements with the need for meaningful character development.

[the-winter-spider]

Element Part 5 | B.Barnes

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: none i dont think

A/N: Yall this part is 3 years too late and im soooo sorry but heres part 5

Masterlist

Element Master post

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A series of voice’s were surrounding Bucky, he couldn't help but tune them out. He was stunned, in shock to say the least. He couldn’t shake the look of pure fear on your face, it matched his. His eyes were glued to the spot where you once stood.

The team stared at the burnt spot in shock, the air still crackling from the sudden storm. Steve’s face was etched with worry as he looked around, trying to make sense of the situation.

“Where did she go?” Tony asked, his voice a mix of frustration and concern.

“I don’t know,” Steve replied, “but we need to find her.”

Bucky couldn’t get the image out of his head of the pure terror that was all over your face.

“We will but we need to figure out whatever that was” Sam spoke softly trying to ease the tension in the room.

Bucky was still frozen in place, his hand aching from the burn, his mind reeling. He felt helpless and angry, the sting of the pain on his hand a stark reminder of the devastation that had just unfolded.

Natasha moved to Bucky’s side, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “We’ll figure this out,” she said, her voice steady despite the turmoil. “We need to get to the lab and trace any signs of where she might have gone.”

As they moved to the tech lab, Tony's mind raced through possible scenarios, trying to make sense of Y/n’s sudden disappearance. Bruce was already at the controls, scanning for any anomalous energy readings.

Steve stood back, looking at the empty space where Y/n had been, feeling a profound sense of loss. “We need to find her before she gets hurt or worse,” he said quietly.

Bucky, his mind still on Y/n, whispered to himself, “I’ll find you. I promise.”

Steve moved passed Bucky, kneeling down to take a look at the spot where you were just minutes ago “Its burnt” he paused standing back up “I thought Thor would be the only one to control lightning”

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The team worked in a tense silence, with Bruce and Tony poring over the data, trying to pinpoint any energy fluctuations or anomalies that could indicate Y/n’s location. Natasha and Steve worked on the ground, reaching out to their networks and using any available resources to trace her.

Hours passed, and the weight of the situation hung heavy. Just as hope began to wane, Bruce’s voice broke the silence.

“Got something,” he said, pointing to a series of erratic energy spikes on his screen. “These readings don’t match anything we’ve seen before. It’s like she’s creating a disturbance.”

Tony quickly examined the data, his eyes narrowing as he processed the information. “These spikes are concentrated around a few locations. It looks like she’s moving, but there’s a pattern. If we can pinpoint the areas she’s likely to be in, we can narrow down the search.”

Steve nodded, his determination clear. “Let’s split up. We’ll cover each of these areas and keep in constant contact. We need to find her before it’s too late.”

The team mobilised quickly, each member heading to their assigned locations. Bucky, despite his injured hand, refused to stay behind. He joined Steve and Natasha, their shared concern driving them forward.

The search was gruelling, with each location yielding no immediate results. Just as fatigue was beginning to set in, Steve’s comms crackled to life.

“Steve, this is Tony,” came the voice. “We’ve tracked another energy spike to an old warehouse district on the outskirts of the city. It matches the pattern from earlier.”

Steve immediately relayed the information to the others. “Everyone, we’ve got a lead. Meet up at the warehouse district and be ready for anything.”

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The darkness around you felt thick and suffocating, yet there was a clarity to it, as if you were at the heart of your own essence. You could see the faint outlines of energy pulsing rhythmically, responding to the surge within you. It was like being at the centre of a storm, the power both exhilarating and terrifying.

In this surreal space, your thoughts raced, trying to grasp the enormity of what you were experiencing. You could feel the raw energy coursing through you, a force you had never fully understood or controlled before. The very fabric of this dark realm seemed to vibrate with your emotions.

A figure began to materialise in the distance, emerging from the shadows. It was you, but different—more confident, more powerful. The figure’s eyes were calm, their presence radiating control and understanding.

“What are you?” you called out, though your voice sounded distant, almost ethereal.

The figure spoke, their voice echoing with an authority that resonated deep within you. “I am the part of you that has always been here, but you have yet to truly acknowledge. You have power beyond your current understanding, and it’s time for you to embrace it.”

As the figure approached, the darkness around you began to shift, the energy ebbing and flowing in harmony with their movements. “You have been afraid of your power, fearing its impact on those around you”

You swallowed hard, the figure’s words hitting you like a cold wave. “Fearing its impact,” you repeated, the weight of realisation pressing down on you. “Is that why I’ve been running? Hiding?”

The figure’s gaze bore into you, their eyes glowing with an almost malevolent intensity. “You think you’re protecting them by hiding from your true self. But in reality, you’re only feeding the darkness inside you. Your fear only makes you weaker, more dangerous.”

The shadows around you seemed to pulse with the figure’s words, swirling violently as if in agreement. The energy surged, whipping around you like a tempest, and you struggled to remain grounded.

“Why?” you shouted into the storm, your voice breaking. “Why does it have to be like this? Why can’t I control it?”

The figure’s expression hardened, their voice cold and unyielding. “Control is an illusion. You’ve never truly understood the depth of what you are capable of. You’ve only scratched the surface, and now, your fear has unleashed a force that’s beyond your comprehension.”

Your heart pounded in your chest, the fear and anger building within you. “I didn’t ask for this! I didn’t want any of this!”

A sinister smile crept across the figure’s face. “You can’t deny what you are. The power you’ve been so afraid of is part of you, and it’s consuming you from within. It’s a part of your essence, your very being.”

The energy around you intensified, dark tendrils reaching out, twisting and coiling with an almost malevolent intent. You could feel it trying to pull you in, to consume you completely.

“You can’t fight it,” the figure said, their voice now a chilling whisper. “You can’t escape it. Embrace it, or be consumed by it.”

You staggered back, the weight of their words crushing you. “No. I refuse to let this darkness take me.”

The figure’s form wavered, their eyes flashing with a dark satisfaction. “Refusal won’t save you. You’ll either accept your fate or be destroyed by your own power.”

Desperation clawed at you, and you felt a surge of defiance rise up. “I won’t give in. I’ll find another way.”

The figure’s laughter echoed through the void, a harsh, discordant sound. “Very well. But remember, you cannot outrun yourself. This darkness is a part of you. No matter how far you go, it will always be with you.”

As the figure’s laughter faded, the darkness around you seemed to close in, the energy still swirling violently. You felt yourself being pulled towards the void, the overwhelming sense of despair and fear threatening to engulf you.

As you fell deeper and deeper into the darkness, you could feel Bucky’s presence getting further and further away. The sliver of happiness you had spark in you thinking of never seeing Bucky again, the team again. Made you panic, you shot your hand out trying to reach out for anything in the darkness and you did.

You created some sort of portal, wormhole. You were being tossed through locations that held significant moments in your life.

You fell through the pond by the compound, that chinese place Tony loved, the old hydrabase you were kept at, the forest in Canada where Sam got shot on your watch, the shitty safe house Bucky and you spent a week long mission at, best week of your life.

With each hole you fell through you could feel yourself getting weaker. You closed your eyes reaching out with your other hand hoping for a miracle, you finally got one when you saw a warehouse, as you were falling you reached out for the pole and you barely grasped it, when you did you could feel the hole trying to suck you back im but you used all your strength you had to hold on and when you did it finally closed and you hit the ground hard.

—

The impact of the ground knocked the breath out of you, pain radiating through your body as you struggled to focus. The warehouse was dimly lit, the shadows around you deep and foreboding. Your breath came in ragged gasps, your strength nearly depleted from the chaotic journey through your past.

You lay there, clutching the metal pole you’d barely managed to grab onto, the remnants of the portal’s energy still crackling faintly around you. The warehouse felt eerily quiet, the only sound the distant hum of machinery and your laboured breathing.

As you slowly pushed yourself up, the memories of your chaotic journey flashed through your mind: the pond, the restaurant, the base, the forest, and that safe house with Bucky. Each place held a piece of your heart, a fragment of the happiness and pain you’d experienced. The weight of those memories pressed heavily on you, a reminder of everything you’d fought for, everything you’d lost.

You glanced around the warehouse, the realisation dawning that you were now alone, isolated from the team and Bucky. The fear of never seeing them again was overwhelming, a sharp contrast to the fleeting relief you’d felt moments before. The darkness you’d escaped had been a manifestation of your internal struggle, a brutal reminder of the power you were trying to control.

The shadows in the warehouse seemed to press in on you, the echoes of your inner turmoil reverberating off the walls. You could almost hear the distant, mocking laughter of the figure that had tormented you, a cruel reminder of your struggle against the darkness within.

Summoning the last of your strength, you forced yourself to stand. You needed to regain control, to find a way out of this darkness, and to return to those you cared about. The warehouse, though dim and foreboding, was a tangible anchor, a point from which you could start over.

You focused on the metal pole, using it to steady yourself. Despite the exhaustion, you felt a glimmer of determination. You had faced the storm, survived the chaos, and you weren’t about to let it consume you.

You were soaked from the pond, had twigs stuck in your matted hair from that stupid tree you hit falling, and you were sure you had a broken rib. With painstaking effort, you began to peel your eyes open and look around. Each place had a significant place in your life, you squinted trying to remember what this place was to you.

Your mouth fell open when you remembered.

—

The warehouse was a chaotic battleground, where Steve, Tony, Sam, and Natasha fought against Hydra agents with relentless efficiency. Steve’s shield clanged against metal, deflecting attacks, while Tony’s repulsors created a storm of deadly energy. Sam, soaring above, dove down with pinpoint accuracy, and Natasha's agility cut through Hydra ranks with precision.

Amid the violence, a new, formidable figure emerged from the shadows. Clad in a sleek, black suit with an obscuring mask, the unknown agent wielded the elements with unsettling control. Powerful gusts of wind and scorching flames erupted from her, disrupting the Avengers’ coordinated effort.

“Watch out!” Tony shouted, narrowly avoiding a fire blast. “We’ve got a new player!”

The Avengers refocused their strategy to confront this formidable opponent. Steve charged forward, his shield raised in defence. His strike was powerful, sending the unknown agent crashing backward into a metal pole with a bone-jarring impact.

The warehouse, once filled with the roar of battle, fell into a tense silence. The remaining Hydra agents had been neutralised, their threat extinguished. Tony, Sam, and Natasha stood with their weapons at the ready, their eyes shifting between the unconscious agent and the chaotic aftermath of the battle.

Tony, lifting his mask, scanned the scene with a mix of concern and scepticism. “You see what she did? She’s off the charts enhanced.”

Sam landed beside him, his face reflecting a mix of worry and disbelief. “She’s not just enhanced, she’s something else entirely. Didn’t take much to knock her out, though.”

“A rookie,” Tony added with a grimace, his eyes fixed on the figure.

Natasha, ever the strategist, assessed the situation with a practised eye. “Experiment, maybe? Looks like Hydra’s been busy with their latest project.”

“Definitely,” Tony agreed, as he continued to scan the area for any lingering threats.

The team approached Y/n cautiously, their initial combat readiness giving way to a more measured curiosity. Y/n lay on the floor, her elemental powers now inactive, her breathing ragged and uneven. As she stirred, the mask slipped from her face, revealing her identity to Steve.

Steve’s heart ached as he took in the sight of her. “She’s just a kid,” he murmured, his voice laced with concern and disbelief.

Y/n’s eyes fluttered open, and she stared at her surroundings with a mix of bewilderment and fear. She struggled to her knees, her gaze darting around the devastated warehouse. The once chaotic scene now felt eerily quiet in contrast to the storm that had just passed.

Tony raised his thrusters in a defensive posture, his eyes sharp and wary. Natasha cautiously kept her gun ready, her gaze steady but cautious. “Stand down,” Tony’s voice boomed, ensuring the team remained alert.

Natasha stepped forward, her expression both professional and empathetic. “Who are you?”

Sam, his wings folded, muttered under his breath, “More like what.”

Y/n’s eyes welled with tears as she looked at her hands, which still crackled with residual energy from her recent outburst. “I—I don’t remember,” she stammered, her voice trembling. “What did I do?”

The sight of her confusion and distress struck a chord with Steve. He could see the fear and pain etched on her face, the horror of realising the destruction she had caused without understanding why. Steve stepped closer, his voice softening with sympathy.

“It’s okay,” Steve said gently, his tone filled with understanding. “You’ve been manipulated. Hydra did this to you.”

Y/n’s breath quickened as she tried to make sense of her actions. Her hands trembled, the remnants of her powers flickering uncontrollably. The crackling energy around her grew more intense, manifesting in flashes of lightning and thunder that mirrored her inner turmoil.

Steve reached out a hand, his expression one of calm reassurance. “We’re here to help you. You don’t have to go through this alone.”

Y/n’s eyes locked onto Steve’s, searching for solace amid the chaos. “Help me,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please.”

Steve moved closer, carefully guiding Y/n to her feet. His touch was gentle, reassuring, as he helped her stabilise. The team’s tension eased slightly, their focus shifting to the immediate need to assist her.

Natasha lowered her gun, her expression softening. “We need to get her out of here and assess her condition.”

Steve nodded, his eyes reflecting a blend of concern and determination. “Let’s get her back to the base. We’ll figure out what happened and how to help her.”

Steve carefully lifted Y/n, cradling her in his arms as he guided her towards the transport. Her energy was waning, her exhaustion evident as she leaned against him. The team, their roles shifting from combatants to caregivers, moved swiftly to ensure her safety..

—

As they arrived at the abandoned warehouse, the team spread out, their eyes scanning the desolate area. Bucky’s heart pounded in his chest, each beat driven by the hope that Y/n would be somewhere among the shadows, safe and unharmed.

Natasha’s voice crackled through the comms, breaking through the tense silence. “Steve, Bucky, over here!”

They hurried to her location, pushing through the dimly lit corridors until they reached a small, isolated room at the back of one of the warehouses. Inside, Y/n was huddled in a corner, her hands radiating an eerie, unstable energy. Her breathing was ragged, her eyes darting around the room with a mixture of terror and confusion.

“Doll” Bucky’s voice cracked with a blend of relief and desperation.

Her eyes locked onto his, filled with an overwhelming mix of fear and anguish. “I can’t control it,” she cried out, her voice trembling. “I’m going to hurt everyone around me. I’m going to hurt you.”

The air around her crackled with raw, untamed energy, and Bucky could see her struggle to contain it. With a visible effort, Y/n took a shuddering breath, trying to steady herself. The unstable energy fluctuated violently, yet there was a flicker of control as she attempted to stabilise it.

Bucky approached slowly, his hands held out in a gesture of peace. “Y/n, listen to me. It’s not your fault. We’re here for you. I’m here for you.”

Y/n’s tears fell freely, her resolve faltering under the weight of her fear. Her eyes, filled with torment, sought comfort in Bucky’s gaze. “I’m so scared. I don’t know what’s happening to me. What if I hurt you all?”

Bucky’s heart ached at the sight of her distress. He took a careful step closer, his voice soft and soothing. “You’re not alone in this. We’ve been through hell and back together. We’ll get through this too. You’re stronger than you think, and we’re here to help you find your way back.”

Steve, standing close by, offered a supportive nod. “Just breathe, Y/n. We’ll work through this together. We’re a team.”

The room seemed to close in around them, the energy pulsating with an unsettling rhythm. Y/n’s breathing was shallow, her face pale, but Bucky’s unwavering presence offered a small beacon of hope. He extended a hand toward her, his expression tender and resolute.

“Trust me,” Bucky said gently. “I know you’re scared, but we can do this. I believe in you”

Y/n hesitated, her eyes locked onto Bucky’s with a mixture of doubt and desperation. The raw energy surrounding her began to stabilise further, a sign of her tentative effort to regain control.

Bucky’s voice remained calm and encouraging, his eyes never leaving hers. “You’re not a danger to us. You’re one of us, and we’re not leaving you behind. We’re getting through this together.”

With a final, shuddering breath, Y/n let out a whimper of surrender. Her energy slowly began to wane as she focused on Bucky’s soothing words. The raw power that had once crackled around her diminished to a faint, flickering glow.

Bucky moved closer, wrapping his arms around Y/n in a protective embrace. “I’ve got you,” he whispered, his voice filled with quiet determination. “You’re safe now.”

Y/n clung to Bucky, her sobs muffled against his shoulder as she sought comfort in his steadfast presence “I got you” he whispered in her hair as he carried her back to the jet “I got you and i'm never letting go” He felt his own tears forming as he held you tightly afraid you would disappear from his grasp “I love you” he swallowed back his tears “I love you so much”

[cablepowerhouse]

I’m thinking of writing a small fic about Ninjago but I’m unsure of if it actually has potential.

The basic premise is that it swaps the positions/roles of multiple characters, specifically siblings and family members for instance

-Kai gets kidnapped and Nya has to go the path of the ninja to get him back

-the smith siblings have their elements swapped as well (but their personalities and emotional hurtles are the same)

-Wu is bit by the devourer as a child and gets corrupted by its evil venom

-the positions of the brothers are switched, Garmadon is the ninja’s sensei and Wu is the dark lord of the underworld

This was what I thought of at first but I slowly thought about even more changes I could make in order to make this story even more “switched up” than before.

-what if Zane isn’t really Zane? What if there is more to reveal about him than just the fact that he’s a robot?

- in this au The white ninja will discover that he is not only a hyper realistic android, but he is also the SECOND android son of dr Julien and that he is the “Echo” of his older brother Zane (Echo takes the place of Zane and Zane takes the place of Dr julien in the latter part of season 2)

-Jay doesn’t go by the name “walker” in this story because he’s instead referred to as “Jay Gordon” the son of famous movie star Cliff Gordon and the master of Lightning Libber Gordon who had unfortunately gone MIA after a freak accident that involved Milton Dyer’s failed “Prime empire” video game experiment 12 years prior.

-Jay is rich kid who acts out in his own particular way. He’s not too different from his mainline counterpart in terms of personality, he’s still just as intelligent, inventive and hilarious as the Jay we all know and love but he often lies or exaggerates himself in an attempt to impress those around him (especially a fiery young blacksmith girl who happens to be on the same ninja team as him;)

The only character that I don’t have a fully developed backstory for is Cole. I have a few things in mind but I want to make sure that each of the main characters from the pilot have a solid starting point for their story to unfold before I get into any actual writing.

Lemme know if you’re interested in reading this and I’ll write it, I really want to know that there’s at least one person who is willing to hear this story before I dedicate my time to actually producing it. After all, every writer needs an audience.

[sillyguysss]

Dumb fuckin bitch hours being 24/7 on the soldier floor pt2

After last week incident Lazard has confiscated Genesis fire materia, as a response to that Genesis has threatened two things: Mastering the other elemental materia and starting a union. Lazard isn't sure if a lightning swinging Genesis or a Genesis led union is more terrifying. Either way he has the dark premonition that he'll soon hand over that materia.

Angeal meanwhile has started some kind of rivalry with a Turk that for some reason involves stealing the coffee machine. Asking Tseng just earned him a deep sigh. Lazard feels empathy. Asking Angeal about it launched him into a rant and Lazard only remembers the words 'sale' '50% off' and the sentence 'This is the way of a true bargain hunter'. The coffee machine continues to change location.

Sephiroth is not high anymore, as Hojo has confiscated the catnip plush. Now he's grumpy and Lazard has already ordered a lifetime supply of them with company money. He can handle a high Sephiroth if it means spending company funds on something that will piss of Hojo.

Zack has started to drop of different living organisms he has found on the street in Lazards office. He is not yet sure what is the meaning of this, but the three different cats are surely enjoying the catnip plushies in his corner.

On of the living things dropped of in his office is Cloud, who Zack just leaves with Lazard in the morning only to pick him back up once it's getting late.

Cloud takes the second coffee mug , the yellow chocobo clearly marking it as Clouds, on Lazards table. He blinks.

"We have the coffee machine today?" Cloud ask before taking a sip.

"No. I made this coffee yesterday and heated it in the microwave"