#instance: remembrance

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NOSFERATU (2024) + LILACS

The meaning of lilacs can change depending on their colour. For instance, light purple lilacs are often associated with first love or innocence, while white lilacs are symbolic of purity and youth. In Victorian England, lilacs were also a symbol of love and remembrance, often given to loved ones as a sign of devotion. Lilacs, like lilies, often signify youth and innocence. This symbolism makes lilacs a common choice for the funeral or memorial tribute of a young person or someone who had a childlike nature or good heart. (x,x)

[cybrasigilism]

hellooo i love your works!! 🙇‍♀️

can i please request a dae-ho x fem!reader smut, where he saw the marks he left the night before and gets turned on again.

- 🍜

hello!! i’m so sorry i’m getting to your request so late, and thank you so much :]

Blissful Remembrance (Player 388/Kang Dae-ho X Reader)

warning: smut | not proofread | lowercase intended | marking kink | oral (f! receiving) | PiV | dirty talk | this is my interpretation of this character, please be respectful even if my opinions on the character differ from your own

character: kang dae-ho (player 388)

A/N: i don’t want to talk about how long this request has been sitting in my inbox for, i feel awful! nevertheless i hope this was worth the unintended wait :) i wrote this in headcanon format because i fear no long-strung fanfiction is coming together in my brain in a cohesive manner right now

MDNI! 18+ content under the cut, readers discretion is advised

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➛ sometimes it really felt like you were finding out new things about dae-ho every day. for this instance you had absolutely no idea that seeing the assorted marks he had left on your body the night previous would turn him on as much as it did

➛ god help you if you wore a revealing shirt, or low rise pants around the house the day after a particularly intimate session, because he would have you underneath him so fast

➛ hell, sometimes you would make these clothing choices on purpose purely because of how horny it made him. you just love how he gets when he’s desperate to fuck you; to make even more of those marks

➛ usually, dae-ho will stick to a gentle pace when you guys have sex. this completely turns on its head when he’s this horny, sometimes it seems like he’s a completely different person. you’re not complaining of course, you could definitely get used to the borderline chaos of it all

➛ will definitely engage in dirty talk in this state

“yeah, you know exactly what you’re doing to me”

“is this what you wanted? you want me to mark you up some more, huh?”

➛ leaves handprints on your ass for sure WHAT DID YOU SAY—

➛ leaves hickeys and light bite marks on your thighs before/after eating you out. he just loves the faces you make when he really takes his time down there

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i know this is a shorter one! i’m just trying to get out of a slump, but thank you for reading it regardless! i promise i’m working fast as i can on these fics, i’ve got a lot of requests to get through :)

as usual, any advice/constructive criticism on how to improve my writing are appreciated and requested!

have a spectacular day/night lovelies 💞

tags: @gongyoosgf @agornotsworld @kvstjwonnie @marymustdie @pink-apples001 @wonestro @luvlyfandoms @putrescentpoet

[jesncin]

Remembrance. John Constantine takes Xanthe Zhou to a cemetery. He's here for two reasons: to pay respects to his old friend, Ray Monde, and to investigate reports of a demon dog attacking teenagers in the graveyard. Could this all be more connected than they first assumed?

A Hellblazer fan comic about memories, grief, and generational queer tension by us and @pdmarshall-comics is coming soon! With authenticity consultant help from @manggageprek (or audrisserat) for our take on Xanthe as a Chindo shaman.

This is a very heavy fancomic. Content and trigger warnings listed below. Some could be considered spoilers. I'm listing them anyway for safety but you're free to skip them if you don't want that.

General content/trigger warnings:

Heavy homophobia. Transphobia, violence, blood, murder, discussion of AIDS, mauling mention.

More specifics but spoiler heavy warnings below.

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Spoilerly content/trigger warnings:

Homophobic hate crime and violence, defacing a gravestone, instance of misgendering, home intrusion, pet death/murder, violent animal (mauling), queerphobic language, conversion therapy (needles/syringe, and non-fatal electrocution), intercommunity queer tension.

[eretzyisrael]

by Casey Babb

While the outbreak of antisemitism throughout the West has been precipitous in virtually every country—the tenor, violence, and extremist nature of Jew-hatred in Canada has ratcheted up in a way few other places on Earth have experienced.

Consider the following—much of which has gotten scant media attention.

Targeting Jews in Their Backyards

In September 2024 protesters sympathetic to Hamas and the “resistance” jubilantly rallied outside a Jewish retirement facility in Ottawa where several Holocaust survivors live, and where 60 percent of the residents suffer from dementia. Chants of “Go back to Europe” and “We want bullets and missiles!” in Arabic could be heard from their bedrooms.

On Remembrance Day in 2024 at Sir Robert Borden public school in Ottawa, where there is a large Jewish student body, a Palestinian protest song was the only song played during an event to honor Canadian soldiers. When pressed on the choice of music, Principal Aaron Hobbs said it was chosen to add some diversity and inclusion to a day usually about “a white guy who has done something related to the military.”

There have been numerous instances where, in predominantly Jewish neighborhoods, protesters have dressed up like Palestinian terrorists, including the October 7 mastermind Yahya Sinwar.

Hundreds of pro-Palestinian protests surrounded the Holocaust Museum in Montreal in March 2024, where they shouted, “Death to Israel” and “Death to the Jews.”

At a softball game for teenage girls between Canada and Israel as part of last year’s Canada Cup Women’s International Softball Championship in Surrey, British Columbia, protesters stood on the sidelines wearing keffiyehs, holding signs that read “Israel is a genocidal state,” with another equating Israel with Nazi Germany.

In April, a pro-Hamas rally was staged in Winnipeg, just steps from a Jewish community center where children attend school and day care.

During Israel’s official day of remembrance for fallen soldiers and victims of terrorism on April 29, protesters stood in front of Beth Emeth Bais Yehuda Synagogue in Toronto waving Palestinian flags. One man wore a sweater that read “Palestinian Holocaust: Never Again Is Now.”

Earlier this month in Montreal, protesters were filmed chanting “All the Zionists are racists” through megaphones at a school for students ages 4 to 16 with intellectual disabilities and autism-spectrum disorders.

These activities aren’t normal protests. They aren’t in front of the Israeli embassy in Ottawa or the Israeli consulate in Toronto. They aren’t directed toward a specific Israeli policy, law, regulation, or act, and they certainly make no mention of Hamas, Hezbollah, or any other terrorist organization that has brought immense death and destruction upon the Palestinians. These are belligerent acts of aggression designed to intimidate Canada’s Jewish community, to coerce them into silence, and ultimately, to extinguish their public presence.Activists gather during the Stop The Genocide rally in Edmonton, Alberta, on April 13, 2025. (Artur Widak/NurPhoto via AP)

Open Antisemitism and Valorizing Terrorism

In October 2024, men masked with keffiyehs took to the streets of Ottawa, calling for Jews to “go back to Europe”—a phrase they’ve repeatedly used everywhere from flag-raising ceremonies to synagogues to university campuses.

In Vancouver, British Columbia, protesters gathered on the one-year anniversary of the October 7, 2023 massacre and declared “We are Hezbollah, and we are Hamas” while burning the Canadian flag.

Protesters have also gathered outside hospitals, such as Toronto’s Mount Sinai—a hospital founded by Jews—where patients could hear screams for an “intifada” from inside the building.

Last March, in downtown Ottawa—on the same streets where former prime minister Justin Trudeau invoked the Emergencies Act in response to the trucker convoy in 2022— a young man dressed as a Hamas terrorist taunted shocked onlookers, the flags of Lebanon and Palestine blowing in the wind behind him.

In November 2024, an estimated 50,000 students, as well as faculty, from universities including Concordia, McGill, and Dawson College took to the streets and campuses, where they overran buildings, destroyed property, and led schools to close. Chants of “Long live the intifada” could be heard, with one protester saying on camera, “The final solution is coming your way.”

In April, a man wearing a keffiyeh in downtown Toronto climbed onto scaffolding, lit an Israeli flag on fire, and doused it with gasoline, while chants of “All Zionists are racists; all Zionists are degenerates” could be heard in the background.

Violent Attacks

Since October 7, 2023, there have also been nearly a dozen terrorism-related incidents in Canada or abroad involving Canadians. These include:

A father-son duo, who had been planning a violent attack in Toronto, were arrested in July 2024.

Two Ottawa youths, plotting to attack the city’s Jewish community, were arrested in February 2024.

The September 2024 arrest of a Pakistani man studying in Toronto who was planning an ISIS-inspired attack against Jews in Brooklyn, New York.

The April arrest of a Yemeni man in Canada planning to join a terrorist organization in the Middle East.

An attack on Edmonton City Hall in January 2024.

A Canadian who traveled to Israel in July 2024 to attack Israeli soldiers.

And this list does not include the Jewish girls school in Toronto that was hit with gunfire on three separate occasions, the multiple shootings at a Jewish school in Montreal, the firebombing of a synagogue in Montreal, the firebombing of a synagogue near Montreal, the endless vandalism of Jewish-owned businesses, the vandalism of homes with swastikas, and the destruction of campaign signs for Jewish politicians running in the 2025 federal election.

Nor does it capture the anti-Israel indoctrination occurring at public schools, universities, and unions across the country, among many other things.

[justafewberries]

Effie Trinket as José Ortega y Gasset’s Mass-Man

According to Philosopher José Oretga y Gasset, a mass-man is someone who values the comfort of dogma. In Revolt of the Masses, Ortega y Gasset claims a mass-man subscribes to popular opinion and deems it unnecessary to question the normative ideas of a society. The mass-man “has the most mathematical ‘ideas’ on all that happens or ought to happen in the universe,” and thus declares his dogmatic principles as true because they derive from his uncritical perception (Ortega y Gasset, 1929).

Often, the mass-man benefits from his subscribed ideologies. He resents those who are different, justifies his thoughts on account of popular belief, lacks critical thought, and aligns himself with superiors under the guise he is part of that authority. Effie Trinket is a mass-man.

A mass-man upholds the standards of authority under the guise of tradition or respect. In the perception of the mass-man, the authority figure, sometimes referred to as the “state” in Revolt of the Masses, crushes all forms of disunion beneath it to uphold “the commonplace mind” (Ortega y Gasset, 1929).

In the reaping ceremony, instead of letting a distraught 16-year-old take the stage, Effie immediately interjects with the procedure of the capitol: 

“But I believe there’s a small matter of introducing the reaping winner and then asking for volunteers, and if one does come forth then we, um…” she trails off, unsure herself. (THG,  22) 

Her first instinct is to cite the rules and procedures. While the mayor claims it does not matter, Effie does not critically consider the implications or consequences of the rules. She knows she must enforce them because the authority above her demands compliance. Instead of thinking through the rule, she recites it imperfectly, likely realizing she does not know the extent of it after she has already begun. This recital is an ingrained instinct. She seeks to defend the Capitol at the expense of her own thoughts. 

Ortega y Gasset emphasizes this blind, uncritical recital of beliefs as a self-gratifying allegiance to authority. Effie’s reaction to slight disorder is “pronouncing, deciding,” ergo, she seeks to impose the opinion of the Capitol (Ortega y Gasset, 1929): 

The blind allegiance is furthered when she emphasizes the importance of the respect towards the Hunger Games as her duty. Instead of analyzing the consequences of the games, such as the death and pain they cause the districts, she cites them as a vehicle for peace and prosperity— the ideology touted by the capitol. 

“Listen, everybody. There is something bigger than you and me happening here. As we all know, the Hunger Games are a sacred ceremony of remembrance for the Dark Days. A lot of people lost their lives to guarantee peace and prosperity for our nation. And this is our chance— no, it is our duty —to honor them!” (SOTR,  172)

This aligns with another feature of the mass-man: the idea that mankind is at its best. In Revolt of the Masses, Ortega y Gasset emphasizes the importance of history.

Ortega y Gasset believes mankind has no nature— rather, everyone is a culmination of everything— from the founding of a country to stubbing one’s toe, every instance affects one’s consciousness. To forget the context of history and to overlook it under the assumption modern life is inherently better than time before, "casts away the rudder" and leaves societies vulnerable (Ortega y Gasset, 1929).

Effie fully believes the Capitol’s narrative of the Dark Days, where societies were unstable and humans were barbaric. She does not consider the pre-Panem age, nor does she wonder how humanity has survived if everyone has been barbaric outside of the rule of the contemporary Capitol. She blindly trusts the Capitol’s rendition, therefore negating the contrary facts of history.

In the context of The Hunger Games, the Capitol’s propaganda that life with The Games is better than life prior erases the history of peace prior to the games. Effie’s constant reminders of how the games "really are for a greater good," and deserve respect because they maintain peace fail to account for a time before the games (SOTR, 338). Yet, as an example of a mass-man, she does not consider anything beyond the information and rationale of the Capitol. She is incapable of thought beyond the comfort of the familiar dogma. 

Compounding the idea of a disdain for history and critical thought, the mass-man is unable to equate himself with someone who does not comply with the common social standards. To compare himself to someone who is different would mean holding oneself to a similar standard. The mass-man is unable to offer any grounds to do so, as comparison would mean “to go out of himself for a moment and to transfer himself to his neighbour” (Ortega y Gasset, 1929).

While Effie does have some very real empathetic moments, she often devotes them to her job status, in turn, looking back towards the Capitol for reassurance.

In the first book, upon saying goodbye to Katniss and Peeta, she finishes her statement with, “I wouldn’t be at all surprised if I finally get promoted to a decent district next year!” (THG,  138). Despite the tears in her eyes, instead of thinking about how the teenagers in front of her are going to die, she still sees them as a means to receive praise in the form of a promotion. She desires the encouragement from authority in the same way as Ortega y Gasset’s mass-man. 

Ortega y Gasset continues to develop this notion as follows: 

Effie, unable to part the occasion from her ever-present thoughts about pleasing the capitol, lacks the ability to view the situation outside of the lens of propagating the capitol’s message. To Effie at this moment, Katniss and Peeta are a means to please the state. When something occurs that is anti-state, such as the private sessions in Catching Fire, Effie exclaims, “That kind of thinking… it’s forbidden, Peeta. Absolutely.” (CF, 240). Critical thinking is not a necessity when the capitol has told the citizens otherwise. Effie is opposed to free thought. She calls it forbidden on account of the punishment it may bring from the Capitol. She does not speak ill of Peeta’s actions, rather, she explicitly states the “thinking” (CF, 240). 

For this same reason, Katniss points out the hypocrisy in gold and the mockingjay pin becoming fashion trends in the Capitol: 

“Evidently, Effie doesn’t know that my mockingjay pin is now a symbol used by the rebels…. In the Capitol, the mockingjay is still a fun reminder of an especially exciting Hunger Games. What else could it be?” (CF, 190). 

Effie, like the rest of the Capitol, lacks the option for the free, critical thought it takes to see the mockingjay as a rebellious symbol. The Capitol citizens see it as a fashion trend, akin to how they view the games as a reality television show. Once more, the mass-man subscribes to popular beliefs, refusing to think more deeply about the symbolism of the pin. 

Effie’s lack of critical thought is foundational to her value of hierarchy. Despite consistently being assigned District 12, she still sees herself as a respected part of the Capitol. Ortega y Gasset discusses this exact notion— the mass-man believes he is one with the state. 

However, on the victory tour, peacekeepers, a branch of the state, treat her, in her words, like “we’re all criminals,” (CF, 57). Despite believing herself of more respect, Effie has no real authority in the state, as proven by the prodding of the gun in that same section. She remarks she does not “like the way we’ve been treated,” yet lacks any real authority to change it (CF, 69). She continues to believe the state will protect her, when it is, in fact, the state doing to the prodding. 

Despite her treatment from the state itself, she still believes herself to be near the summit of the hierarchy. On occasions where Katniss attempts to speak to an Avox, Effie reacts with displeasure. First questioning how Katniss could “possibly know an Avox” (THG,  77), then clucking at Katniss for picking up a spill and maintaining “that isn’t your job, Katniss!” (CF,  219). Effie has hierarchy ingrained in her belief system. She believes everyone is above Avoxes, just the same as she believes she is synonymous with the state. She knows not of their crimes, only that the Capitol must have judged them guilty correctly, and thus she trusts the Capitol once more to do her thinking. 

Effie’s disdain for her relatives in Sunrise on the Reaping develops the cognitive dissonance it takes to maintain the dogmatic standards of hierarchy. While it is not revealed why Effie dislikes her relatives, the line she agrees with afterwards displays the dogmatic reality of the capitol citizens:

“You don’t pick your ancestors.” (SOTR, 173)

While standing in front of four children who are about to die because they did not choose their ancestors, the capitolites console each other on account of their own inability to choose their ancestors. The capitol’s hierarchy must maintain this dissonance. While capitolites can conduct heinous atrocities, such as verified in Finnick’s story in Mockingjay, they believe they are still better than the district people. According to the dogmatic system ingrained in the mass-men of the Capitol, no one gets to choose their ancestry, but ancestry only matters if they are district. 

The effects of the cognitive dissonance present in the mass-man allow the Capitol to portray the districts as less-than, such as in the constant comparisons to animals. Effie casually remarks about how “the pair last year ate everything with their hands like a couple of savages,” (THG,  44) and how both Katniss and Peeta have “successfully struggled against the barbarism of [their] district,” (THG, 74). Effie’s characterizations of District 12 as barbaric and savage are likely preconceived notions from capitol propaganda. Instead of forming her own opinions and taking into account the socio-economic state of district twelve, she simply judges, pronounces, and decides based on the Capitol standards she considers perfection, such as in the characteristics of the mass-man.

However, any time she is confronted with the idea she, herself, is not perfect, such as when her schedule gets delayed in Catching Fire, she often removes herself from the situation and expects an apology. In Revolt of the Masses, Ortega y Gasset equates this to the mass-man being “satisfied with himself exactly as he is”. Anything that would equate Effie with a second-class citizen, such as imperfection, would dismantle her worldview. 

In some instances, Effie shows a “keen instinct about certain things” (THG, 360). The unkindled development is a prime characteristic of the mass-man. Ortega y Gasset notes that in times of conflict, such as when Katniss and Peeta return from the first games, the mass-man will show signs of critical change. However, he will regress to his dogma, as it is uncomfortable to explore ideologies that conflict with his prior beliefs. As Ortega y Gasset puts it: “For the basic texture of their soul is rot with hermetism and indocility.” (Ortega y Gasset, 1929):

This explains the glimpses of promise Effie shows. On the train, she says something she finds to be revolutionary, because, to her, it is. She immediately apologizes for how absurd it sounds, but it shows signs of critical thought previously unseen:

“Well, it serves them right. It’s their job to pay attention to you. And just because you come from District Twelve is no excuse to ignore you.” Then her eyes dart around as if she’s said something totally outrageous. “I’m sorry, but that’s what I think,” she says to no one in particular. (THG, 107). 

Effie’s signs of promise continue, from her less-enthused air at the reaping in Catching Fire, to her enthusiasm to be viewed as a team via the matching gold bracelet, yet she always regresses back to valuing the Capitol’s ideologies foremost. 

Effie’s lack of critical thought and her allegiance to the Capitol are most likely a consequence of her conditions growing up. She has only ever known the Capitol’s ideologies. She, likely, has not engaged with ideas of opposition, because “that kind of thinking… it’s forbidden” (CF, 240). As Oretga y Gasset puts it, “our existence is at every instant and primarily the consciousness of what is possible to us.” 

Perhaps to Effie, it is impossible to conceive of a way district people could be fully worthy of being Capitol. Yet still, her glimpses of humanity prove she is capable of a semblance of critical thought. Yet her continued regression and the indoctrination from the propaganda of the Capitol makes her a mass-man. 

Haymitch puts it best when discussing Effie’s sister: “Prosperpina wasn’t born evil; she just had a lot of unlearning to do.” (SOTR, 308).

[literaryvein-reblogs]

could you do a word list for memory? your blog has helped me out a bunch and i really appreciate you!! (I may have your tumblr tag in my dedications once i finish)

Word List: Memory

Memory—the faculty by which the mind stores and remembers information; something remembered from the past; a recollection

Anamnesis – The recalling of things past; recollection, reminiscence.

Bethinking – The action of thinking, considering, reflecting, or remembering.

Educe – To bring out (something, such as something latent).

Encoding – The conversion of a sensory input into a form capable of being processed and deposited in memory.

Engram – A memory-trace; a permanent and heritable physical change in the nerve tissue of the brain, posited to account for the existence of memory.

Evocation – With reference to the Platonic theory of recollection (ἀνάμνησις): A calling up of knowledge acquired in a previous state of existence.

Flashback – A past incident recurring vividly in the mind.

Hearken back (to) – To bring back to mind.

Membrance – Remembrance; a recollection, memory.

Memento – A memory, a recollection. Obsolete. Rare.

Memorabilia – Memorable or noteworthy thoughts, observations, writings, etc.

Memorability – memorableness, also (occasionally): a person or thing worth remembering.

Memorableness – The quality of being memorable.

Memory-belief – A memory implicitly believed though probably unverifiable.

Memory span – The maximum number of items that can be recalled in the correct order immediately after a single presentation of them.

Min (Old English–1556) – Remembrance, memory; "to make min of": to make mention of.

Minder – A person who remembers; a person with a good memory. Obsolete. Rare.

Neurogram – Physiology. An enduring physical change in the brain thought to be produced by mental activity and to form the basis for memory.

Recall – The action of remembering or calling back to mind; the ability to remember.

Recollection – A thing or fact recalled to the mind; a memory (of something).

Record – Memory, remembrance, recollection. Obsolete.

Recordancy – Remembrance.

Reflection – The action or process of recalling or recollecting something; recollection; remembrance (of an experience, emotion, etc.).

Reliving – The action or process of experiencing something again, esp. in one's memory or imagination.

Rememberer – A person who remembers. Also occasionally: an organ or faculty which remembers.

Remembery – colloquial or regional. A person's memory. Also: a thing remembered, a memory.

Rememorance – Remembrance; (also) an act of reminding.

Reminiscence – Chiefly in plural. A recollection or memory, as a mental fact or phenomenon.

Reproduce – To bring back to mind.

Resouvenance – Recollection, memory.

Retention – The storage and maintenance of a memory.

Retentivity – The ability to remember or to retain what is learnt; the capacity for being retained; retention.

Retrieval – The process of recovering or locating information stored in memory.

Retroaction – Psychology. The (usually deleterious) effect of subsequent learning on the memory of what was learnt previously.

Retroactive inhibition – The inhibiting effect on recall that can be produced by subsequent learning of a similar kind; retroactive interference.

Salience – Social Psychology. The quality or fact of being more prominent in a person's awareness or in his or her memory of past experience; saliency.

Souvenir – A thing or fact remembered; an act or instance of remembering; a memory. Chiefly literary.

Sovenance – Remembrance; memory.

Thought – Remembrance, a person's memory or mind. Obsolete.

Trace – Psychology. A change in the brain as a result of some mental experience; the physical after-effect of such.

I'd love that dedication, haha! No but seriously, I'm glad to hear this, really appreciate you telling me. Hope the list helps & all the best with your writing. If you're alright with it, I'd definitely love to read :)

Sources: 1 2 3 ⚜ More: Word Lists ⚜ On Memory ⚜ On Amnesia

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⟢　　in honor of subspace’s ost drop +++ my interpretation of the meaning of it as a little bonus because everyone’s takes are very fascinating

atychiphobia is subspace’s theme song meaning ; fear of failure.

most, if not all, of subspace’s scenes are shown as a statue. this typically depicts glorification of achievements and immortalization of remembrance for the individual it belongs to. i interpret this into his need of wanting to make a mark on the world. he wants to be remembered, and he fears the idea of not being enough. he fears the mere thought of being seen as someone inferior because he thinks of this as failure. which then correlates straight back towards the song title, atychiphobia.

there are several instances of clocks or rhythmic dings relating towards clocks that appear throughout and most notably at the start of the video. i can see this as the clock ticking down until his inevitable death due to his rot and the fact that it’s continuously eating away at his own life-form. aside this, the song does gradually get more intense or loud after the dings at the start. i like to see this as his descent to insanity as he attempts to preserve his own life with however means necessary, even if that isn’t his specialty. he was made for death and destruction, so him trying to treat himself with life and prosperity is a complete 180° from what his abilities are meant to do. he continuously gets more adamant or desperate for a cure to the point it becomes the thought of, “WHATEVER IT TAKES.” he fears death because it is the opposite of what he wishes, and that is to be glorified or remembered for all of eternity. this, to him, is failure.

rather than a prideful or remarkable title, he’s instead referred to as the doomed potential. doomed could mean several different things depending on how you wish to see it, however, i look at this in the way that he’s doomed because everything he had done in regards to his death, was due to himself. he is the reason why he’s dying. his constant exposure to his own poison causes his biological form to rot to a fatal degree. the reason of his death will more than likely be because of that fact, and if not then greatly assisted by it. he’s a doomed potential because he truly does have the potential to make a difference. albeit being one of suffering, it’s a difference nonetheless, however he doesn’t have the resources nor time to complete that. hence, why he’s doomed.

on another note; medkit is the only one he can think of that could solve remotely every single part of this. every part that he deems as a scenario for failure, can be solved if he had that piece of medkit’s own abilities. medkit was made to completely rival or cancel out his own abilities due to it being one of healing rather than one of corrosion. he views medkit as a necessity for success because he thinks that medkit would be able to heal his rot to a degree that it no longer secures his demise. aside the fact that medkit is quite literally his main objective assigned by blackrock, he’s adamant on keeping him alive rather than executing him for his ‘betrayal’ because he’s aware of medkit’s healing aid and if medkit were to die, then he would follow suit soon after.

it seems like this helps in his descent towards insanity because instead of any other character relating to subspace’s lore, it’s only medkit who continuously has an appearance. of course, he may be so caught up in himself and his ego considering all the statues +++ how much he badly wants to be remembered, but it also seems like aside his obsession with himself—medkit is the only other one that makes a vague appearance in his thoughts. i think a lot of the visuals of this video can also resemble subspace’s personal obsessions asides everything else. these visuals are his desires and medkit is one of them solely due to being a means to success.

on the topic regarding a general basis on atychiphobia and what could have caused this for subspace; i would inevitably pin the blame onto blackrock. it’s well known that blackrock is unforgiving especially to those who wrong, defy, or fail it and i believe that plays a huge role into the effect this has on subspace. also not to mention that blackrock is the only thing subspace has and just barely similar to what he has as a family, so it’s not surprising he doesn’t want to disappoint them. subspace seems to be the face of blackrock in terms of advancements, and also looks like he’s held up to the highest regards. if he fails them, it will result into devastating consequences that he knows he will not be able to handle psychologically because he’s so used to doing everything right in their eyes to the point that if it changes, it would completely shatter him. that’s if, he wasn’t already discarded and expended before he had that time to run through the emotional turmoil.

i interpret subspace into the idea that he is a complete mirror image of what blackrock truly is in terms of how the faction seems to portray itself. though, i believe it was stated somewhere that he would have always ended to be an awful person, i think blackrock is one of the worst scenarios in regards to it. because now, he’s the worst version of himself that he could ever be. so terrible to the point he is no longer himself, and instead a personification of what blackrock truly is. and with that idea since he sees every single one of his coworkers as expendable, what’s to say that his superiors do not view that way of him as well? he’s only there because of his potential to the faction and how intelligent he seems to be with technological advancement towards destruction. blackrock wants power because of what it had lost, and subspace poses as something they could use to get it. should subspace fail, then he is no longer of use to blackrock’s desires.

he wants to be praised and acknowledged because to him, that is power. that is fulfillment. yet, in every possibility and in every conceivable outcome, he will never EVER be truly loved by anyone. that’s what i think really drives him deep into himself because the only one who truly thinks highly of him, is himself. however, he will take any bait of attention from blackrock because that is all he knows and his self-destructiveness demonstrates how far he’s willing to go to make sure he keeps succeeding in their eyes.

he’s doomed potential rather than remarkable history because in the end, his own demise was forever sealed to be caused by himself. he doesn’t know when to stop, yet he has all the knowledge of how to drive it further. his goal is to live so he could continue his succession for blackrock, while his death in any given outcome (succumbing to his rot, discarded by blackrock, or any other means of death) would represent his failure.

thus, is his atychiphobia.

[victoriadallonfan]

Fanfic I Will Never Write: DC Trinity in A Song of Ice and Fire

Batman:

House Wayne was an old family with nebulous connections to the Wents, prosperous and fair to their smallfolk by all accounts. Everything changed when Robert's Rebellion hit Westeros, splitting the seven kingdoms apart.

Wanting to ensure loyalty, Aerys had several boys of noble houses under his "protection" to ensure total loyalty, trapping Bryce Wayne in a cell filled with bats. When the Lannisters betrayed the Targaryens and attacked King's Landing, most of the Waynes and their servants were slaughtered, barring their wily Maester Alfrick.

Bryce of House Wayne became an orphan after this, his house diminished in standing from Lord to Knighted, a dark boy under the bright family sigil of a robin escaping a well.

He would never forget the injustice he experienced under the Targaryens, the Lannisters, and many Houses after the rebellion.

Bryce would grow over the years, training under Maester Alfrick and the eccentric Maester Lucious in all manners of skills and tinkering, but he needed more. He would travel to Essos, studying the ways of alchemy, assassination, and more, earning his chains (if unofficially).

His association with Talya, a mysterious assassin turned witch-advisor, would spur him into using the fear of "supernatural" tricks to his gain.

He would also, however, learn that his skills and mortality limit what he aspires toward. He is but one man, if a skilled one, and the seven kingdom needs more than one dark knight.

They need the myth, the terror of the Batman.

And so, he creates him.

Or rather, them.

Batmen he recruits from Essos and Westeros, trained by and with himself, each with their own specialties. A small organization of war orphans he rescued are trained as the Robins (in remembrance of his family sigil), led by Bryce's natural born son, and work with networks of forgotten and overlooked children/homeless to establish spy networks and uncover rumors of corruption.

Where the Robins focus on filtering out the corrupt systems within smallfolk communities, the Batmen hunt and terrify the nobility, focusing on humiliating them publicly or revealing their dark secrets to the world.

The Dark Knight, Vengeance, Batman appears everywhere and nowhere, with Bryce Wayne at its cowled helm of power.

(Plausible side characters to include: (Wo)Man-Bat via a Went controlling bats, the Red Hood as a rival vigilante, Prometheus aka The Smith as a man who seems to have found a cache of Valyrian armor and trinkets, Court of Owls/League of Shadows for obvious reasons)

Wonder Woman:

When Lady Nymeria settled onto Westeros, not all of her ships survived the trip. One particular brutal instance had a hundred ships taken by a violent storm, assailed by Krakens due to the many, many who drowned.

What was once thought lost to the cruelty of nature and gods, instead found refuge on a small island hidden by the storm! These refugees of Nymeria's legion were quick to found their home, Rhoyneria, and grow their own warrior culture.

The current Queen of Rhoyneria was unfortunately unable to produce an heir, and there had been growing suspicion that her husband was gathering support to depose her. Praying by the river to old gods of her ancestors, in her grief, she sculpted a child from the river clay.

It was much to her shock - and to the Kingdom as a whole - she returned with a living, breathing infant. A miracle of the gods, she was proclaimed, and named Dyanna heir to Rhoyneria.

It became clear to all that Dyanna was not that of a normal child: faster, stronger, more analytical than her age would present, and a strong sense of justice. She was the darling of the people.

But not to everyone. Some feared her power, feared that she was not truly human, but some demon in disguise. The Queen's father hated her for not being a true heir and stoked these flames, knowing his wife loved him too much to see past his pleasant exterior.

It is no surprise really that civil war broke out and Diana was left with a ruined kingdom in flames, her mother dead, and father fleeing with his loyalists to parts unknown (though she would assume he died trying to escape the storm). She would have died alone on that island, had not a Sword Dancer by the name of Trevyr wash up ashore with a small ship many years later, rescued by Dyanna.

Nursing him back to health, they bonded and learned of each other's worlds, and it seemed providence found her: Her father had become an infamous pirate and slaver, haunting the seas.

Fueled by the injustice, Dyanna vowed to assist Trevyr is getting back home, and armed herself with the remnants of the Queen's armored attire: Old Valyrian bracers and tiara, Rhoynar breastplate and pyterges, and a lasso blessed to strike true of any target she aims at according to legend.

As she escapes her island and encounters the world beyond, Dyanna earns her reputation battling against the many pirates of Essos and Westeros, freeing slaves and raiding Slavers Bay, and always hunting for her father no matter where he flees.

(Plausible side characters to include: Ares working through priests of old war gods, Cheetah as a warg user, Giganta as a female giant raider)

Superman:

Valyria was dying.

The Targaryen's had foreseen that much and fled some time ago, mocked by their peers and betters for their cowardice. No one paid mind to their prophecies, especially not one that could not be replicated by other Blood Mages.

One family, who's surviving name exists in recovered manuscripts only as the -el-, learned the truth. Alchemists who worked within the fires and oversaw the labors of hell, and realized too late what would happen.

Valyria was doomed.

In a panic, they worked to finalize their experiments, the ultimate bond between man and dragon. A hint of promise that existed only in the miscarriages of Valyria. Something more than a mere dragon rider... in theory.

An egg larger than the average dragon's. The culmination of Valyria's might, that they would take with them as they fled to other islands.

Intelligent, brilliant, but not enough. Not nearly enough to accurately predict the Doom.

They did not notice oblivion when it struck them, as a mercy. They were wiped out in moments.

The egg and its protective case, however, was not. Time in this Doom of Valyria, did not flow like a river, but rather a scorching eruption of ash; no control.

All that is to say, a young farming couple on the coast of the Westerlands happened upon a glistening, red hot container on the shore nearly 300 years later. Within that container was parchment paper of Old Valyrian quality, some regal gowns, and shells of an egg... with a wailing child inside.

Decades later, raised under the demure and softspoken Kents, Clarkwell found his life turned upside down when a small fire nearly killed the stable girl he befriended. He leapt into the flames, screaming as beams fell around him, fear for his friend pushing past his own.

When he pulled her from the fire, she was lightly burned and unconscious, but otherwise safe. Clarkwell, however, had changed.

His flesh had hardened, alternating sapphire, ruby red, and gold scales prickling atop his body. His fingers ended in gnarled claws, his eyes could see the heat of his friend's body... and as he fled in horror, fear, and awe, the last of his flaming shirt coming apart, long blood-red wings unfolded from his back.

Terror slowly crept to curiosity and then to wonder as he leapt, gliding through the air with the help of legs far more powerful than a mortal mans. His bellowing laugh let out a gout of fire.

He was found by his parents in the stable as the scales slowly sloughed off, mouth smoking, and any fears of what they'd say were quashed by their embrace (with a touch of sting from heat). They explained to him his true origins, the remnants of the parchment, and regal gowns of silver and black.

It didn't matter. He had his family here now. And it wouldn't be likely that he'd ever take this draconic form again.

Three weeks later, a group of traveling men - many would claim to be underlings of the infamous Mountain that Rides - would sack village that Clarkwell happened to be passing through, setting it ablaze to blame on bandits (technically correct).

From the fire of a burning field leapt Clarkwell, almost birdlike as he glided over the monstrous men, before landing between them and the remaining survivors.

Clarkwell winced at the blades and maces that hit him, but they did not break his scales. Metal armor tried and failed to resist his claws and he picked up and threw men aside. Horses were too slow for his legs and wings. He rounded them up, binding them with iron that he welded with his fiery breath, and left them to the people of the village.

This would not be the last time that he would need to take on the identity of the Dragon Man

(Plausible side characters to include: Lex Luthor as a Maester who hates magic and dragons, Doomsday as a Valyrian mutant that later washes ashore elsewhere, Steel as a blacksmith that builds a suit of armor based on the remnants of valyrian armor)

[wordy-little-witch]

Okay but One Piece being in the pirate era and the lack of a frankly inordinate amount of sea shanties hurts me. Like you know DAMN well Roger was a partier, Buggy and Shanks undoubtedly know an incredible amount of shanties, from their first crews, from the new crews, from exploring and seeing and experiencing the world so thoroughly from such a young age.

Shanks would be the type to belt them, top of his lungs, but always adhere to the Codes, though he does think on it for a moment. People think he'd be a pirate head to toe, through and through, and he is! Truly, he is. He just doesn't really live by the Code and die by the Code the way some of the older generation does.

Buggy, despite popular belief, is the one to cling to those Codes with all he has. It's subtle, in the way he hums certain songs to himself but never sings the full lyrics without Meaning. He will sing and dance and party with his crew, they will make merry but they will do so properly. He's avant garde and nouveau expressionism but he's also old fashioned.

When he finds out Shanks taught this scrawny rubber twink everything the kid knows about piracy through sporadic meetings over a year, nearing a decade ago, he is absolutely livid. The swordsman is stupid but has a decent head on his shoulders for behavior. The redhead, from what he sees, knows more than most. He decides to put class in session.

He's surprised to be beaten so thoroughly and then furthermore to be removed succinctly. He's not gonna let it slide, obviously, but he'll play along. Sure. Could be fun. He was getting bored anyway.

Shit just so happens to hit the fan with this decision and all that follow. Shanks, knowing the truth of things, is simply VERY amused and Buggy is debating fratricide.

He's been playing this role for so long, it feels unnatural to drop it. It feels wrong. It makes him panic, makes him Itch.

It only comes to a head years later as he's humming to himself late in the evening on a certain day in September, having spent a good chunk of the day on his own, away from company and to the surprise of very few. Crocodile and Mihawk are among those who do not know why, but they alone are the ones to look for him.

Finding Buggy, singing softly to an animal as he gently brushes out their fur, surrounded by calm animals who seem to nearly build a wall with their bodies between himself and the world, was not anticipated to either men. Nor was hearing Buggy's voice, usually so shrill and rasped, flow gently over a melody with a grief filled expression. Ritchie, among the ones closest, gently head butted the clown with soulful eyes. Mihawk and Crocodile simply watch, seeing Buggy groom and pamper the creatures within the stables this far from town as he sings a specific sequence of songs.

Mihawk realizes first just what they're witnessing, and he grips the logia user's arm, guiding them both back. Crocodile, startled, goes to ask, and Hawkeyes simply shakes his head sharply. It is only once they are far enough that Mihawk breaths a stunned, "He's performing Rites."

"What?"

"Rites," the swordsman reiterates, sending the other a suspicious look. "The Rites of the Code."

The mafioso takes a drag from his cigar, gesturing for the other to go on.

Mihawk sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. "I forget," he remarks dryly, "how uneducated in ours ways you are."

"Excuse me-?!"

"Rites," the other interrupts, "are a form of mourning. Frequency varies, and the honoring actions can be altered as well. The constant component are the shanties sung in remembrance and the flags flown. For some, a single instance can be sufficient..." Golden eyes drift to the side, unfocused, as he continues. "For others, there is a need to continue doing so. Often, it is a crew mourning a commanding officer. Unlike Marines, Pirates all share an unspoken connection. Though paths may vary and goals may differ, we all care Her in our veins."

Violet eyes love to the expanse of blue, the horizon bleeding across the world. He knew. He may lack some of the nuance of the Code from his priorities laying further inland, but he knew this. How could he not when his own blood sang salted sprays? He knew this much at the very least.

"So the clown is in mourning."

"Yes."

".... why?"

"...... ....... it is September."

"And?"

"The 28th."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"You were there, too, 25 years ago. Loguetown."

Silence falls.

The wind rustles branches overhead. It carries the faintest wisps of a voice. The two men pointedly ignore it and the choked quality it had.

".... I see."

"..... yes. That is my theory, at any rate."

"............. Hawkeye."

"What?"

"He was on the King's crew."

"Yes, this has been established."

"Why?"

"Whatever do you mean?"

"Why him? Why the clown? He's not even 40 yet, so that day... he'd have been, what, 15, at the most? He'd have been on the crew for years by that point. He was there before the man was crowned, after all."

"Shanks was, as well. I believe the earliest mention was when he mentioned an incident from their childhood. He'd said they were... oh, what was it? Seven? Thereabouts. To be on a crew so young..."

"To be there so long, Hawkeye. The brat would have been with them since childhood. That crew was infamous for the things they did - the clown does not fit the pattern."

"He does not boast anything nearing the decorum expected of a fledgling of a King..."

"He knows the Codes, something never mentioned to us nor taught explicitly to his crew that we know of. He served under the King and kept it hidden from the world government for decades. He escaped the Grandline and settled as an East Blue nuisance for years. He was imprisoned in Impel Down with no sea stone."

Golden eyes widen. "You believe he has been hiding more than simply his heritage."

"What makes more sense? This, or what we have thought so far."

"How would we confirm it?"

"Just ask me, maybe?"

Neither man will admit to being startled when a new voice chimes in, soft and hoarse, drowsy. Buggy leans into Ritchie's side as the lion purrs loudly, the clown rubbing his eye.

He continues. "Tomorrow, though. It's late, I'm not feeling well, and Ritch and I have a date with my blanket nest."

"The lion?" / "Blanket nest?"

Buggy giggles softly. "Weighted blankets are expensive. Weighted Ritchies only cost snacks and chin scritches," he remarks softly. "As for the blankets, nests are the way to go. Good night."

Two dark haired men are left by a drowsy clown and lion in the woods on the edge of town with much to thing on and a list to compile for the next day.

The first question? How Mihawk had not sensed him whatsoever on approach.

[eternalmomentss]

What's your fave moment from each BH member?

Man, that's a tough question. There are so many moments - and so many amazing and iconic moments at that, for individual characters and the whole group. I'll try to pick the big ones I personally found the most interesting for the individual and their growth (not the group as a whole necessarily), but I am probably going to end up simply choosing the ones that made me cry hardest or something...

Fearne - I have a few that immediately popped into my mind, like the coin toss and her shaky "I don't like how this is making me feel." / "Can you please come back? Because I am getting a little scared." I am literally getting teary eyed just thinking about it. It's such a pivotal moment, because her well-constructed mask cracks for maybe the first time in her life. She is confronted - truly confronted with death and loss and it's a heartbreaking realization.

Another moment - or rather an entire episode I love is the one where BH fight (and eventually defeat) Zathuda. I am honestly so curious about what would have happened if Fearne actually left with him. Did she have a plan? Was it just a desperate move to protect her friends (that's what I believe tbh)? Genuinely, I just want to peek into her brain sometimes.

One last thing I want to mention is the shard incident. It was obviously a very defining moment for Ash, but it also showed her own deep-rooted insecurities and fears, especially her relationship with power and fate and how much a lack of free will and choice actually scares her.

Imogen - Again, there are so many amazing Imogen moments that it's almost impossible to pick. Her exalting during the Otohan fight is obviously a huge one for her, standing up for BH in front of the Matron, "you lied", everything surrounding her mother. There is so much.

But the one thing that I feel brings it all to a peak is obviously the choice to take in and the fight against Predathos. Her finally "giving in" to the red end's call after so many nights of restless terror and being pushed to be a vessel, etc and then eating a dying god and then breaking free on her own and then absolutely destroying Predathos with spell after spell, only to then finish it off with the ring of remembrance. That fight was absolutely insane for every single member of BH but she was shining the entire time. And she deserved that HDYWDT. It was such a satisfying conclusion to her arc.

Laudna - Again, too many. But it just has to be poor Bor'dor. It was tragic, it was sad, it was unfair for everyone involved and it was probably one of the most important instances of change in Laudna's narrative. It was straight up haunting. Not just the murder itself, but letting Delilah back in, which in turn let to a lot more complications down the road (and I love that for the narrative). The way it was described, of Laudna gaining control for just a brief second and the trauma and pain of being betrayed and powerless just eating her up. It was amazing.

Ashton - That one is very easy; the shard incident. I said it before and I'll say it again, Ashton being so desperate to stop hurting that they are willing to risk everything for just a fraction of relief is heartbreaking and haunting. The moment itself was so tense, everything surrounding it, every conversation before and after. It was everyone's worst moment, the groups' worst moment. And it was fantastic. They crashed and they got back up together.

It made me understand and care for Ashton a million times more than I ever thought possible, it gave so much insight on their feelings, fears and most-inner darkest thoughts. I know even some of the cast members were mad about the choice, but I was genuinely so glad it happened from a narrative standpoint and I cannot wait to see it animated one day. Hopefully.

Orym - Okay, as hard as it is, I am not going to include any EXU moments for Orym, Fearne and Dorian just to stay in the confines of C3 and Bells Hells. Obviously, Bor'dor is as much of a compelling moment for Orym's character as it is for Laudna's. It exposes some of Orym's faulty understandings of justice and duty and really changes his relationship with Laudna herself too.

But, I think another very defining breaking point for Orym is him "killing" Ludinus and then his following shutdown and realization that things are never going to work out the way he wanted them to. The killing blow didn't solve anything, it didn't fix his problems, the issue wasn't solved and the way Liam described that little guy finally breaking and just sitting there "shell-shocked" as the final realization kicks in. Tells you everything you need to know.

Another moment I loved is him claiming Otohan's sword and going through the motions of the Zeph'aeratam while reminiscing about his family and Ludinus and everything else that happened. Beautiful.

Dorian - You know I could yap about Dorian for hours on end but I'll hold myself back this time and try to choose one or two moments here. I have always enjoyed the instanced of Dorian's cold darkness. Him losing Cyrus to the same Betrayer God who tormented and manipulated him before and responding with commanding a spider to "kill your mother" and making Lolth flinch with his own disdain? Hot as fuck. And also sad as fuck.

I also adore the moment where he summons Coriolis for the first time. The way he stutters at first once he is asked about what he can do, deflects the question, nervous and insecure as always, only to then remember his mother, his heritage and to hum the spell on accident was masterclass roleplay and a beautiful moment overall. It really showcases just how far he's come, even if he still doesn't quite believe in himself.

Also, the war camp moment. Please, I need this to actually do something in the future. He put in so much into making sure that people trust his friends, giving them hope and reassurance. I hope it mattered.

FCG - The obvious answer is their sacrifice, but honestly I don't want to only linger on that moment, just because I believe it's not the only one that defines them. The very first original breaking point was an amazing reveal, "Why don't you shut up? Why don't you shut your fucking mouth?" still rings in my ears to this day.

Then there is also a small moment I remember after their big fight with Otohan, when FCG brought back Fearne and told her that even though she has a complicated relationship with her family they feel like she should come back because "you are making a new one with us." Please that robit cared so much about their friends...

Bonus: Not quite sure if that's cheating, because it was more of a player moment, but FCG's Banishment spell during one of their encounters with Otohan was so fucking smart, they really saved the day with that one.

Chetney - First of all, I know it was very early on, but his first transformation during their encounter with Ira was such a hype moment overall. I just had to mention it.

And I mentioned it before, but I love Chet's disgust and fury at I believe it was Tofor and Keyleth during their mission briefing just after they lost FCG and reunited with Dorian. Him standing up for his friends, angry at how they were spoken to and treated, looking authority in the eyes and telling them "with all due respect, fuck you guys." Oh I love this old man so much. He has a lot of these softer moments in which he proudly stands up for BH and he genuinely has so much love in his heart, you cannot tell me otherwise. Remember when he gave Dorian shit the first time they met but once he realized just how insecure that blue boy is, he started softening his attitude, made him his toyship and told him "you are not a burden, by the way." Watch how hard I can cry.

Braius - There is obviously not as much to pick from, but man, I loved his talk with Asmodeus on Ruidus and how that led to one of the coolest moments of the first half of the finale. Him coming face to face with Asmodeus and straight up telling him "guess i lied" to his damn face was so metal. The cow peaked here for sure.

I tried to really stick with important moments for individual people instead of group moments or romance etc. and I probably forgot a lot of small details over the course of three years. I really need to just sit down again and rewatch the entire campaign in one go so I can have a compilation of smaller moments ready on demand...

Thank you so much! I love gushing about my favourite idiots.

[chernaboglord]

Idk if anyone would read this or care to know 😅. But this post will be Cuauhtémoc my predator oc lore, and backstory. Thank you to those who read it. I hope you enjoy it 😊

Cuauhtémoc story starts as a very pup from his tribe. He was considered to be "weak" and "runt" out of the litter of his brothers and sisters. None of the elders or his own parents thought he wouldn't make it through this life, except for one elder. It wasn't out of love or sympathy, but the elder wanted to give the young pup the training so he could get a somewhat fighting chance. The rest was up to him to decide to fight or die.

Cuauhtémoc grew and strengthened his skills and made through his training and rituals. Most thought it was luck that the runt made it to the coming of age ritual. During the time they were taken to Earth for the ritual. They landed in Mexico, where the Aztecs thrived, taught them how to build, and were worshiped as gods.

Cuauhtémoc while preparing for the hunt. He often watched the Aztec warriors train and battle each other. To him, they were honorable warriors and mimic the fighting style mixed with the yautja fighting style. The Day came, and him and his brothers went in. Many doubted that he would live and be killed off first, even his brothers doubted he would make through the ritual.

In the pyramid, where the xenomorphs were bred and lurked. Most of his brothers were killed and stood alone. He took down the xenomorph one by one, but there were too many, along with the face huggers and the Queen.

He could have easily used the bomb,but he was tired of seeing as a runt, saw using the wrist gauntlet to activate the bomb, and he saw it as him being weak. So he took his time to clean out the hive from the xenomorphs and the queen they released. Cuauhtémoc was wounded but pushed on to face down the queen with limited weapons.

After the constant struggle, he took down the queen but was injured from the fight. He set off the bomb to wipe out the eggs and his fallen brothers' bodies. He took the queen 's head and walked out of the temple as the bomb went off.

He took the head to his elders and the ancient that was watching over. Standing tall despite him being exhausted and wounded. He completed the ritual and was now a blooded warrior. From there, he was respected and went on many hunts.

He returned a hundred years later, and he remembered the Aztec and their mighty warriors. He saw them as worthy prey and respected them, how they fought and how unpredictable they were. He wanted a worthy human kill. So he hunted that most powerful and feared warrior of the aztecs.

After an instance battle and nearly dying himself, he claimed his trophy and earned his mark. But he didn't stop hunting, proving his worth. That's why some people that heard about this fight called him "Cuauhtémoc" and spread tales about him of his aggression and determination. He kept that name for one reason or another.

His tale was spread throughout the galaxies and in the yautja society of his successful hunts. Despite almost dying several times, he comes back more determined than before. As he grew in ranks, the more aztec tribal inspired clothing he added to reflect that. Along the headpiece that was wears.

Over time, his name was feared and respected. He hunts were legendary from taking down 2 more xenomorph queens, predaliens, xenomorphs, humans, and many other dangerous creatures across the galaxy. Most dared not to cross him or fought to be taught by him. With those hunts, he grew bigger, taller, stronger, but also wiser.

Now, as the status of Ancient and foster many pups in his lifetime, Now he led many clans and taught many young predators made the member clothing and armor in remembrance of the Aztecs, the warriors that he admired so much. His clan became the highest successful clan in terms of strength and hunting. He is respected among the other ancients. He was also different from the other ancients. He was kinder in a sense that he let in the yautja there are considered "weak" or were kicked out of their previous clan or abandoning are welcomed into his clan. Since he believed the "weak" as a lot more to fight for. As long they showed they could fight, they earned their stay and show their worth.

His tale and status strike fear into others and command respect. His presence alone can silence a room, even facing down a rowdy and angry predator trying to show their strength. He doesn't need to roar or flare his manibles. All it takes is for him to stand there, showing no hesitation or fear. Making even the most hardened, hot-headed, strong warriors to back off in silence, woth their head hung low.

There's one thing he deemed his greatest failer. When he got a small group to capture an alien queen for the next upcoming ritual. One of the Youngbloods that wanted to show that he could take down the queen rather than capture it made the mission go south. Many of the clan members from that group died except the Youngblood. Cuauhtémoc stepped in and killed the queen before more damage was done. Now that Youngblood turned into a bad blood and being hunted. Cuauhtémoc will always see it as he greatest failler, while others see it as great strength to have 4 xenomorph queen heads.

Despite being an ancient with more responsibilities, he still hunts. Some warriors believed he was immortal to continue hunting for so long, even in his old age. Some believed he was god not showing any signs of stopping anytime soon. Cuauhtémoc own words are, "The day I can't weld my weapon is the day I step down." Meaning he's not stopping anytime soon.

[yuellii]

FLOWERS, ONE TO MY REMEMBRANCE.

scaramouche / gn reader, merry christmas @adiluv :)

“I’m called the Wanderer.”

He speaks these words with a lightened, innocent charm. A sparkling crinkle in his eyes so unadulterated and wholehearted. The Wanderer’s voice is like a new baby’s breath to this old, torn world.

And you—there’s electric in your heart, and a strum of curiosity stemming from your heartstrings to your brain. A smile so unknowing and hypnotic in the way it sends butterflies to his stomach in mere instances. In all the years he’s spent wandering the seven regions and the seven elements, he truly believe he has not felt love until this moment.

With your eyes so new and so kind upon him, oh, he might���ve truly found the purpose of the heavens within you.

“I’m called the Wanderer.”

He speaks these words with a curious type of stunned silence. He’s enchanted in a way, a feeling wherein he can feel his knees begin to crumble at the mere sight of the details of your face. The Wanderer feels weak, as if he’s falling in love at first sight.

“The Wanderer…” you ponder quietly.

He feels his cheeks flare up at your voice. His lips feel glued together once he hears you speak for the first time, completely taken aback from the hypnotic aura you radiate. By laws of nature, he feels like a moth to your flame in which he, as a wandering soul of old, feels he can truly find you in every universe.

“I’m called the Wanderer.”

A bitter taste resides on his tongue.

You turn to look at him, and he feels this uncanny sense of familiarity within the depths of your eyes. The soul in them: he suddenly feels as if he’s stared at it a million times before.

He’s thinking of crumbling away about now.

“The Wanderer…” The taste of his title on your tongue, the sound of your voice—all of it falls unbearably recognizable. He can feel his breath catch short within the cages of his lungs, however it is not one he desired. Somehow, he feels as if this improper breathing should’ve been soul-crushing in a way that was loving, and not the blatant fear that suddenly settles in the taut tightropes of his beating heart. “Have we…” you voice out, the sound of each word stealing more of his airflow away from his lifeline. “Have we met before?”

The rising intonation at the end of your sentence sends a shiver to his spine when he processes your words. He feels clammy, sweaty; but he’s made of wood—he shouldn’t sweat? He shouldn’t be feeling like this? But you were no evil, no… So he should not be filled with this sense of hesitant alarm.

“No…” says he, reluctantly so. “Not that I know of.” He attempts to say this gulping with confidence, however he fails in this aspect—in fact, he sounds as if he is nervous, speaking with shaky breaths. It was clear that even he himself did not believe his own words. No, not that I know of; and yet he felt like he’s known you for every previous life.

“That’s so odd,” you miss, finger quite innocently falling upon your bottom lip in ponderance. “I can swear I’ve seen you somewhere before, but I cannot currently recall…”

He coughed. “You must be mistaken.”

What originally drew him to you like a moth to a flame now killed him. And he felt near-death in this moment; a sensation in which he feels he should run far away from you, no matter how clueless you seem right now. All that mattered was that he recognized you in a way that felt dangerous, like it should not be happening.

He excuses him, and runs off at your confusion.

“I knew I’d find you here. Luckily so soon, too.”

Kunikuzushi, or Scaramouche—not that he could bother to care much right now—whipped his head around in horrific shock. The Dendro Archon stood there right at his tail, looking up at his disgruntled eyes in disappointment.

“Do you know who you are right now?” she continues, approaching so calmly. His startled fingers ball to fists in frustration, glaring at her from the side of his face with his back turned in what seemed like anger. But only Nahida knew, truly: he was more than ashamed now. “Am I speaking to the Wanderer, or who you really are?”

He scoffs. “Has anyone ever told you how annoying your questions are?” he insults, much unlike the Wanderer.

“Oh, so it sounds like you remember everything,” the Archon states. Her tone is almost one of giggling, yet she does not make much haste when approaching him. There is no ridicule or spite in her words, her voice instead much sounding like a caring older sister getting ready to scold him. “That’s good. Makes my job easier.”

“What do you want from me,” he commands from her.

She walks without a hop or skip in her step; there no playfulness in her approach, just a slow resolve. He isn’t sure how much longer he can eye her as she comes forth—his heart is racing right now, and he needs to stop it desperately so. He is but a puppet: he is not familiar nor is he fond of this suspenseful feeling.

“Well,” she started, finally standing still next to him, “we both know why you’re here, standing right in front of Irminsul.” He flinches at her words. “How many times has it been now, Wanderer? Five? Forty? Hundreds?”

“That’s none of your business,” he snarls at her, turning his face away. But still, he stands ashamed, balling his fists constantly as if he hoped his nails would break his inhuman palms until they impossibly bled. “It isn’t my fault, you know.”

She hummed. He wanted to punch her from this sound alone—she should not assume she knows his reasonings as well as he himself does. “But as a man who is a new human”—he feels himself almost hurl from the lecture—“you need to learn how to handle human issues in a human way.”

“But no matter what, I am not human,” he tells her. “This is all I know to do.”

“Erasing yourself over and over again is not the answer, I fear, Wanderer.” And this is where she almost giggles at him, and he feels more embarrassed, converted to anger. But he could not deny this. He could not deny that he was stupidly resetting the world and it’s memory of him.

Stupidity, unfortunately, was his opinionated best shot.

“Just one more.” It was like a beg. “Just one more, because I was seen.”

“I’m called the Wanderer.”

You looked at him surprised, and he hid his face under his hat in embarrassment. You immediately notice how his stance is completely changed from before, demeanor like shifted to a different person.

“Oh!” you notice surely. “You’re back—you left so abruptly earlier…”

He somehow feels more ashamed than before. This was his millionth first-meeting with you by now, and somehow the most humiliating one. There was something about meeting you like this every time—being erased of his own memories by himself, slowly remembering his own memories, and crying out because he’s entangled himself with you once more. And that’s when he breaks down, and resets the world all before the Dendro Archon catches him.

And now, here he was, standing here like a middle schooler forced by his mother to apologize to a girl he liked.

“Sorry…” he seethe through gritted teeth. He really isn’t sure how to continue this conversation with you. In his own head, he has all these memories of your first relationship, and of all these first meetings, and you… You were just meeting him like a stranger.

But when you look at him all the same, a different sense of familiarity in your eyes… He feels it may be different this time.

And, he might just allow himself to love you now.

MERRY CHRISTMAS I LOVE YEWWW

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I need opinions on which interaction in the Redo, Repent, Repeat au should I write next:

Don't worry though, other characters will appear in the written work so expect that!! Also Im working on the next part of the Reunion comic so expect it to come out first soon!!

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Five Stages, Two Talons, and a lost little Crow

****Dragon Age Veilguard spoilers AHEAD, read at your own peril ****

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Follow up scene with Lucanis and Viago – After “Scents and Grief” and the letter This scene is prompted by what was not shown of the companions during the Regret Prison. Viago is a worried older brother, just do not tell him I said so. My Rook is a nonbinary Crow!Mage!Rook but this scene does not necessarily give any descriptions of Rook, other than their name, so you can inject your own into the scene if that helps you.

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The sound of the room’s double doors slamming woke him from his depressed slumber.  Darkness flooding his sight as he opens his eyes to the still dimness of the wardrobe and with a brief intake, the comforting perfume slips into his nose and settles into his lungs.  The feathers of the blanket brush against his skin and a crumpled parchment clutched in his hand falls to the floor of the wardrobe as he comes back to himself.  Remembrance dawns for a moment, chilling the brief warmth in his chest.  The void of anguish spreads and Lucanis starts to sink back down as his mind fights the web of miserable exhaustion and emptiness, only to remember that the loud sound of the double doors slamming woke him.

“Where the Maker are they!?” booms an angry voice laced with deeply seated fear and worry.  The familiar and irritated lilt of Viago’s voice travels through the stone chamber and bounces off the aquarium glass, barely muffled by the wardrobe doors.

Lucanis cannot seem to muster a mood to deal with Viago in this moment and Spite uses the lack of response from Lucanis to jump to the fore, responding with irritation and unkindness, “GET. OUT!”

Lucanis rolls his eyes, and directs a thought at Spite, thanks for that, pissing off Viago is not the best idea…especially when we failed to tell him what happened to Rook...

Spite seems to catch on this thought and tilts his head, NOT GONE. ROOK IS OURS; WE WILL FIND THEM. ADDER’S MUSTACHE CAN WAIT.

Lucanis goes to respond when the doors of the wardrobe are furiously pulled open, the flood of watery shimmering light from the aquarium casts a tint of greenish-blue into the dark cupboard, an enraged Viago speaking with clipped tones as he attempts to bodily drag Lucanis into the room, “Hiding Dellamorte? Answer me!” Viago is speaking through clenched teeth and the grip he manages on Lucanis’ gear feels like claws dug into flesh.

Lucanis’ emotional reserves may be numbed to the point of oblivion but his instincts are well honed and the hostile way that Viago is demanding Lucanis answer to him allows the cool exterior of indifference to slide into place as the innate need to defend himself and his safety takes hold.  Lucanis surges forward from his nest and uses the offset of Viago’s footing to push up and out of the wardrobe while grabbing the forearms of the raging Fifth Talon.  Viago senses the shift and tries to throw his mass to reorient the balance and allow Lucanis’ sprung energy to overbalance him.  In the same instance Viago attempts to drop his weight, Lucanis anticipates the use of encumbrance for leverage, feeling himself cross the center line and performs a slight spin to disengage, freeing his hands of Viago’s forearms and preparing for a more concerted response.

“Where are they, Dellamorte!?  Where is my…Rook?!” Viago seems to strain to contain an emotional reaction as he yells the final question and Lucanis makes a quick assessment, seeing the always brooding but usually composed Viago breathing irately; a wild look about his features.

Lucanis immediately disengages and holds up his hands, stepping just out of range. “Viago, I…” he responds with a stripe of shame and guilt seeping into his voice.

“Don’t you fucking dare!  Where is Rook?  And don’t you fucking say what you almost said…where is Fae!?” Viago steps forward, pressing the advantage, fear and anger mixing in his voice as he fights for some semblance of control to get an answer. An answer that does not involve apologies.

“They…were…pulled into the Fade…” Lucanis starts to explain, the guilt and the weight of his emotional decline is evident in the way his voice drops in timbre, almost breathy as he forces out words he has not wanted to say.

“And when in damnation were you going to tell me that a member of my House was in the bloody Fade? Were you going to leave me to wait obediently in Treviso without a single word?!” Viago continues to advance, though his shoulders are dropping as if a weight is dragging him past composure.

“We…I do not have answers. They were there…one moment…the next they were not and they cried my…” Lucanis swallows and stops then, unable to say more without losing face. “I was going to come to Treviso to tell you, to tell you to your face.” Lucanis almost pleads, the mask of the assassin’s calm drawing back to reveal a haunted expression.

Spite circles Viago, stalking and observing him. SMELLS LIKE POISONS…AND…ROOK. He seems perplexed by this and tilts his head like a bird, assessing the rumpled look of Viago’s hair and the puffiness of the skin below his eyes. DROWNED IN ANGER AND GRIEF. Spite steps closer at this point, knowing Viago cannot see or hear him.

Spite, back away. Viago is Fae’s teacher, their older brother of sorts. Do not push him. Lucanis mentally tries to pull Spite away from Viago.  Watching the man absorb the response.

Viago sees the strain on Lucanis’ face and the pieces of fragmented information starts to paint a saddened expression of understanding and commiseration, “Who and what do I have to kill to get them back…is there another of these so-called gods that we need to sacrifice to bring them home?” Viago looks directly into Lucanis’ eyes, the wheels of negotiations and plans already churning in his mind.

Lucanis hesitated for a moment, not knowing the right answer and after their little breakdown last night, he was not currently apprised of the battle plans or developments from the rest of the team.  He knew Emmrich had been formulating some theories; Neve as well.  Harding and Taash had immediately started reaching out to their contacts and network.  The loss of Davrin and Assan, and the capture of Bellara had not even been discussed, everyone avoiding the subject all together.  The team had been in shock, disassociated from the reality of their losses when they had mercifully escaped Tearstone Island following the firestorm that Elgar’nan had kicked up in response to the slaying of Ghilan’nain.

Viago looks at him in anticipatory silence, Lucanis shakes off his hesitation and responds with a voice of surety he is certainly not feeling, “Let us go down to the kitchen table, we can put on coffee and discuss with everyone our strategy going forward.” Lucanis steps forward then and places his hand on Viago’s arm, redirecting him with very little effort toward the doors.

“We will get them back Viago. We must.” Lucanis promises, not entirely to Viago, not allowing acceptance of anything less.

WE WILL. Spite affirms, settling into Lucanis with purpose and determination.