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trippygalaxy · 2 months ago
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Thought that the divine dont bleed like hyilans, their blood/essence invisible to the naked mortal eye, staining the skin of another permanently.
So can you imagine the horror of the higher beings when they see the ‘lazy hero’ drenched head to toe in the corrupted blood of their kin?
ALL THIS TO SAY LET SKY BE A SCARY GOD SLAYER CAUSE HE DESERVES IT
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cum-villain · 2 months ago
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the regression stigma seems like a curse for most of the story, but it actually was originally a promise. a promise that both yoo joonghyuk and kim dokja will learn and grow. a promise that they will survive, a promise that they will meet. that meeting isnt a permanent one, it cant be a permanent one given that kim dokja is the oldest dream, but its a promised meeting regardless. the fact that it manifests as a ring on yjh's hand, specifically...
from the beginning, it was a promise: a promise they would meet. but what yoo joonghyuk wanted wasnt just to meet his sponsor. he wanted his sponsor to be beside him with his companions, and believed he was stuck behind that wall. and 1865yjh has the same goal. but while 0yjh was naive and didnt understand what being the oldest dream means, 1865 wishes to pluck a star from the sky with complete intention.
so, he always wanted to bring stars down from the sky. but when he forgot 0, he believed his motive was violence, to kill them. but in fact, what he wanted wasnt for all constellations to die, he wanted a singular star to be brought to earth. no wonder the yjh who knows everything has stargazing lvl 10 as his primary skill, its truly a summary of what hes always been trying to do
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vviltrumite · 6 days ago
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— comics and coffee ۶ৎ₊˚
⚛ mark grayson x you
wc :: 3,360 ( 16,640 char . )
rating :: sfw
synopsis :: it's your birthday!!! your superhero boyfriend sneaks you out out of school, to your favorite coffee shop and a comic book store to celebrate.
a/n :: were gonna all pretend that you like the batman comics in this scenario, okay????? idk what books u guys like so I had to make something up and were just gonna roll with it
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"My parents will kill me if they find out I'm skipping school for this." You state over the sound of the wind blowing through your hair as Mark holds you bridal style and zips through the sky above, wearing his typical sweatshirt and jeans instead of the signature blue and yellow of his superhero costume. But you're both high enough in the air right now to avoid the sight of anyone who might look up. Besides a passing plane, so as long as you steer clear of those, you two should be alright.
He rolls his eyes, smiling against the mock seriousness in your tone. "You'll be fine. I'll have you back at school before lunch is even over, nobody will notice." He explains his foolproof plan to you calmly.
You're the first person Mark knows who actually shows up on time to their classes on their birthday, besides maybe William, but that was only during middle school. He's since grown out of that phase. Most girls would be ecstatic about their superhero boyfriend who was literally sweeping them out of school to take them out to shop at a comic book store and coffee at their favorite cafè.
"We're just going to a café and a book store, surely it's not that far of a walk, right? Do we have to fly to get there?" You ask, looking down at the city below you.
It's a pretty view, sure, everything is just a speckled blur of red, blue, and yellow cars. All too loud busses and people fill the space between the city and the buildings, so its nice to be able to get away from all the noise. But sometimes you think Mark forgets how easy it is to drop someone from this high up. You know he'd catch you in an instant, but you also know how careless he can be sometimes, especially if he isnt paying attention. And that makes you only slightly nervous.
He takes a moment to glance at you in his arms before he replies. "Can't walk to get where we're going. Plus, have you ever been kissed above the clouds before?" He questions with a telling grin, and you knit your eyebrows together at his question.
Is he serious? "What? No, of course not, what kind of—" You're cut off when his lips meet yours before you can finish the sentence, taking them in a slow kiss that makes you lose the words on your tongue and the thoughts in your head dissolve instantaneously. He tastes of minty toothpaste and something else you can't quite place even as your tongue mingles with his, trying to decipher it.
You dont even notice your sudden descent until you feel the concrete of the sidewalk beneath your shoes as he pulls away from your mouth (and somehow nobody else does, either. how does he manage to do that?), and after a take-in of all the architecture around you, you're quick to realize that this area is completely and utterly unfamiliar to you.
"Mark, where are we?" You ask, folding your arms over your chest and looking around. The scenery has suddenly become all too tall buildings and crowded crosswalks paired with the names of streets you don't recognize plastered on the signs around you. He only gives you that boyish grin of his when you look back up at him in suspicion.
"New York, baby." He states matter of factly, and bites back a laugh when you go wide eyed in reaction to his words. Placing a hand on your shoulder, he spins you around to face a small, modern looking coffee shop that looks almost empty aside from the few people you can see through the window. "More specifically, this little café I found while fighting the Mauler twins."
"What? Don't act so shocked," He leans down to mutter in your ear as he pulls you towards the door, octave of his voice lowering just a pitch for only you to hear. "You're dating Invincible, remember? Or did you forget already?" He's teasing. Of course you haven't forgotten, how could you? You're reminded almost every day by news channels broadcasting his latest victories. Or... Defeats, when he hobbles through your bedroom window bruised and battered from a fight, limping his way to your lips for a kiss as if that could magically fix his black eye and bloody nose.
"No, just.. Wondering as to how exactly we got here so fast." You know he can fly at super speeds, this shouldn't be so surprising to you. Shaking your head of the thought, you both walk in and approach the barista behind the counter and order your drinks, but Mark ushers you off to find a table you like before you have the chance to place your order, leaving no room for protest.
You pick the table for two closest by the window, and watch as Mark walks over, both hands occupied with your drinks until he sets yours next to you on the surface of the wooden table and slides into the seat opposite of you with a complimentary warning of "Careful, it's hot." which you brush off by not waiting to sip from the cup.
Which you come to regret, eyebrows shooting up when you realize he wasn't exaggerating, and your drink is in fact hot. He smiles when he registers your realization, tilting his head forward as if to say "told you so" while he blows the steam away from his drink. But hey, as the liquid near burns your tongue, you realize that he at least took the time to remember your favorite drink and ordered it for you. So that was sweet of him, at least.
"Have you ever been to New York?" He asks, taking a sip from his drink as yours meets the table again with a quiet thud. You shake your head in response before correcting yourself.
"Well, once, when I was younger. But it was only for the holidays, and I've never been in the city before." You shrug, fingers drumming against the countertop as he leans in to what you're saying.
"Good, now you at least you can tell people that your superhero boyfriend took you to the city for a day." Really, he could take you wherever you want, whenever you want. This is just the first time he's thought about actually doing it. Remind him of why he hasn't thought about doing this sooner, again?
He pauses for a beat before speaking once again. "Kidding, by the way. Don't— Don't actually do that. I was joking." He rushes when he realizes his joke fell flat, but obviously you know that already.
His tone makes you shake with a small laugh, and you nod. "Y'know, I think if your identity ever gets out, it'll be your fault. You should start being more careful about when you talk about stuff like that... And where." Certainly not in the middle of a café, even though it is sparsely populated.
"Yeah, maybe.." He laughs awkwardly at your point, a sound that drops off and loses its volume when he leans back and runs a hand through his hair. He knows you're probably—Definitely right. He really does need to be more careful.
He clears his throat. "Anyway," Leaning in again, regrouping himself. "Happy birthday. I don't think I ever actually said it, so.." It's clear that he still gets nervous around you by the way he trails off at the end of his sentences, the way his knee bounces under the table without him even realizing it until he's hyperfocused on not bouncing his leg, and the way his fingers rake through his hair as if trying to neaten it even though there's no reason to. And it's cute, that wide-eyed puppy-dog look he gets when he sees you with your hair done, curled or maybe even tied back in an intricate braid, something you don't usually do unless on a special occasion.
You roll your eyes at his words. "Mark, you don't need to say anything. This," You gesture around to the city outside the window of the coffee shop, the drinks he paid for, and the sweetly decorated interior of the building that he clearly took exta care and consideration into choosing. "...Makes up for it."
"Well, I would still feel bad if I didn't. So," He retorts, mindlessly taking another sip of his drink after he watches you do the same exact thing. And again, another "Happy birthday." slips from his lips.
You laugh at his insistence, but it comes out sounding almost more like a scoff, and he smiles again in return. Not saying anything and instead looking like he's taking in the way your eyes glisten when they crinkle as your mouth lifts up into that half-crescent shape.
"Hey, you wanna get going? Finish these on the way? We've still got a book store to check out." He questions, but what he really means is that you have a book store to check out. In reality, he came here at least three times during his free time just to make sure you would enjoy it. And... also because he wanted to check out the Sèance Dog collectibles that he debated buying the second he saw them on the shelf.
"Yeah, sure." You nod, your chair scraping against the ground and pushing out from under you as you stand up, taking your coffee cup with you in hand. Mark follows suit, pushing his chair in before joining your side and taking your unoccupied hand as you make your way to the exit.
The store isn't too far of a walk from the cafè, and you occupy the ten minute walk with easy, casual conversation about what you plan on doing to celebrate when you get home. You tell him that you'll probably go out to eat with family, maybe spend some time with some friends, and of course enjoy a cake that you'll fill yourself up with too many slices of. The bookstore is fairly quaint and rather picturesque, with an outside window filled with books from renowned authors you don't actually know the names of on display for anyone who might be passing by to look at.
Mark steps forward and holds the door open for you as you walk in, and the small bell attached at the top rings out into the quiet of the medium-sized shop and he closes the door behind you before following you in.
"So? What do you think?" He prompts hopefully, peeking at you from over your shoulder to look at your face, clearly in awe as you take in all of the shelves and tables, all organized by genre and author, filled to maximum capacity with so many books that it's almost overwhelming.
The store is dimly lit with warm lighting from lamps that hang on the sides of walls, and on top of counters. It looks a lot smaller on the outside than it does on the inside. Almost like something straight out of Narnia, and you think for a moment that you might get lost in the maze of books and shelves.
"I think... How did you find this place?" You ask, skimming briefly over the genres on the bookshelves. Fiction, Non-Fiction, Horror—How are books scary? A smile tugs from the corner of your lips at the thought as it briefly crosses your mind—and Autobiographies, just to name a few of the many genres they have here.
He shrugs and follows slowly behind you. "Eh, I mean, being a superhero comes with knowing a lot of people. I just kinda... asked around, I guess?" Vauge, but you don't press him about it, instead enjoying your surprise.
You don't know how much time has passed by the time you find him practically buried in the comic-books section, specifically the corner completely dedicated to his favorite comic of all time, Sèance Dog, where he examines a white t-shirt with that magical anthropomorphic wizard dog on the front of it. Mark must've heard you approach behind him, because he suddenly turns to you and flaunts the shirt.
"Think I should get this?" He asks, but you really can't tell if he's joking or not when he holds it over his sweater, glancing down to see how it might look on him. After a moment, he folds the shirt back up and returns it to its temporary home on the shelf where he found it and begins to flip through the Sèance Dog comics on the shelf, still listening as you speak.
"Not that I'm not enjoying this," You start, glancing over his shoulder as he skims through the collection of comic issues on the bookshelf, probably looking for the newest release. "But I'm beginning to think we came here for you." You're only half joking, but he turns around just as your lips meet the edge of the coffee cup you brought from the café, sipping the still warm beverage onto your tongue.
"What? No way," He denies despite the comic books tucked away under his arm that contrast with his words, and that toothy grin of his, the contagious one that always makes you blush, decorating his features as he gestures to the book in your other hand.
"I mean, you did find something you like, right?" He has a point, you think as the coffee cup retreats from your lips. You did find something that you wanted—Or, something that looks relatively interesting, at least.
You smile as he points it out, gaze dropping to where you hold your selected comic book. "Yeah, I guess so. Who knows if I'm actually going to read it, though. I've never been big on comic books." You start, tone indifferent, and he takes the liberty of swiping it from your hand before you have the opportunity to react.
His eyes flit over the book, scanning over the cover quickly, reading the title aloud. "Batman, huh?" He looks up at you through his eyelashes. "Y'know, I've always wanted to know if the stories are acurate to the real Batman." He pauses to make sure you're listening, only to continue once you quirk an eyebrow at him. "I actually went to another dimension this one time, when I was fighting Angstrom Levy. You remember him, right? And anyways, so I was in this entirely different dimensi—"
He's cut off when he notices the look you give him, glancing urgently to the side where a woman and her child walk past you two, dangerously within earshot. His face pinks in embarrassment and he drops the topic, returning the comic to your hands. "I... I'll read it with you." He smiles.
"Yeah," You agree, glancing back over at the mother and her child who stares at you creepily. "Okay, either that kid heard you, or he really hates that I got a Batman comic.." You lower your tone to a whisper and Mark breaks the silence with a laugh, looking back to the child who wears a Spiderman shirt. He quickly grabs your hand and leads you to the checkout counter before the mother has the chance to look back at you both.
"Sèance Dog? Still?" You tease, watching as he slides it onto the counter where the woman behind the register scans it with a quiet beep. "Aren't you getting a bit old for that?"
He rolls his eyes, but doesn't seem truly offended. "Hey, why does everyone always say that? You're the one reading Batman, anyway. Don't harp on me for reading Sèance Dog." He mentions, jabbing you lightly in the side with his elbow just enough to make you jump in reaction to the movement.
"Anyone can read Batman. Sèance Dog is advertised for, like, seven year olds." You retort, slipping your fingers through the handle of the plastic bag where your comic books sit once the woman hands back your purchase.
"Doesn't Batman have a million kids cartoon shows? I mean, my mom used to put them on for Oliver to watch when he was a baby." The bell at the top of the stores entrance rings again when you open it, and he follows you out.
"Then Oliver must have good taste," You cast a quick glance down at your phone, pulling it halfway out from the pocket of your jeans just enough to read the time. "We still have two hours left until I have to be back." You mention, swiftly changing the topic and dropping your phone back into its reserved spot in your pocket.
"Yup, c'mon, I've still got some stuff planned." He says, taking your hand in his as you turn left on the sidewalk and make your way down the street. He only offers a knowing smile at you when you beckon him to elaborate, refusing and instead giving your hand a gentle squeeze.
By the end of your two hours left together, Mark has taken you to a handful of pop-up shops and stores he caught you glancing at, admiring the various clothes and accessories adorning the mannequins in the display windows. Working under Cecil as one of the many supers' he's got on his payroll actually has its perks, believe it or not. One of those perks being that he gets to spoil you, because by the end of your time together, once you're back at school, you have almost too many bags to carry all at once even though you had told him multiple times that spending all of this money was unnecessary. And of course his chosen form of protest was swiping his card through the scanner each time he caught you even looking at an item for a second.
"See? What'd I tell you? Back at school before lunch is over." He smiles, and just as your feet plant on the ground, the bell rings and people start flooding the campus and making their way to their next classes.
His grin is contagious, and you smile in return despite the sarcastic retort that falls from your lips. "Barely," You say, taking in the swarm of other kids who shuffle around you both.
His shoulders rise and fall in a careless shrug that seems to say "oh well," before he leans in to plant a kiss on your cheek. "Well, I wouldn't want to make you late to your class." His hand reaches around to scratch nervously at the nape of his neck, tilting his head to the side.
"I— Hey, you expect me to carry these around all day?" You question, vaguely gesturing an arm where two bags hang. "I don't have unlimited backpack space, y'know." Your bag would certainly overflow if you attempted to shove all this extra weight into it, and you wouldn't be able to explain where you got all these clothes from, were one of your teachers to ask.
"Oh, right." He pauses just before he has the chance to take a step back, almost seeming embarrassed that he forgot. Quickly reaching forward, Mark steals another kiss from your cheek, this time more fleeting, before he withdraws. The bags you previously carried are now in his hands faster than you have the time to even realize.
A laugh escapes his lips at your shock. That's something you'll never get used to, you think. That Viltrumite speed of his nearly gives you whiplash each and every time he takes advantage of it. "I'll drop them off in your room, 'kay?" He says, but it sounds more like a statement than a question.
You nod, giggling softly at the nervousness he holds in his voice despite a date well done, and watching as he shoots off into the sky in a blur of blue and beige all too fast for anyone around the two of you to notice, but you swear you caught him say a quick "Love you." before he went. You'll hold it with you and bring it along to the rest of your classes, thinking of him until school let's out for the day and you're provided with another opportunity to see him.
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zeravmeta · 2 years ago
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sometimes im normal and then sometimes i think about how robin had been on the run for 20 years starting at age fucking 8 and when we meet her she's actively aiding in the destabilization of a country and gets so many people killed but one of the first things luffy says about her is that she isnt a bad person. I particularly think about her first appearance and her interactions with crocodile, because crocodile is (much like other OP characters) kind of a ridiculous man in his dramatic overcoat and his giant pets he feeds people to and. do you think robin was emulating him in that way with her own personal giant dramatic coat and cowboy fit. on the run for 20 years ever since she was a child, having to make herself useful to people so that they wouldnt suddenly abandon her, emulating her boss not only to gain his favor but also to try and appear intimidating herself? how many times had she done something like this. robin is a character who presents herself in so many ways, always wrapping herself up in an air of mystery and intrigue but shes also so deeply childish, she constantly makes morbid jokes about her situation because the last lesson one of the only people who cared about her gave her was that what else is there to do but laugh. to never stop laughing. having lived on the run she knows that an assassin is most effective when their weapon is concealed and yet she freely shows off her powers just to gain their trust. to play with luffy and chopper and usopp. how gratifying do you think robin felt when nami called her a sister. in skypiea she's constantly providing tactical assistance in how to survive in the wilderness but she's afraid when luffy and usopp start laughing at her suggestions. lets make a bonfire, robin! we're out camping, this is what you're supposed to do! she freezes in the same way she did when the kids on ohara laughed at her but even when the straw hats happily invite her to party she still stands on the edge, sitting further from the rest. she doesn't know what to do there. she had no will to live after luffy had saved her but one of the truly happiest moments she has is when she's not even cheering, just sitting in awe seeing the ancient city in the sky. was she thinking of her friends then? she never had friends her own age, just scholars multiple times her age and yet they were still her friends, who would never get to see this sight. when aokiji reappears and nearly kills them, shes stonefaced upon waking up that the straw hats even considered having a sleepover in her room. because they were worried about her. she's never had a sleepover, and it's something so simple to the straw hats, that of course they wouldn't see their friend as someone to use. she's never escaped the headspace she was in when she had to run away from the mountains of corpses of a burning ohara. the first and last thing her mother ever said to her was that she didnt know her, no matter how much she wanted to embrace her daughter. she never had the chance to say goodbye. she never had the chance to grow up.
sometimes i think about how nico robin was in many ways raised by her friends in the straw hats with their love for her and hauve covid
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akascow · 7 months ago
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UGHHH the way viktor was afraid of people forgetting his accomplishments and how his memory will be short lived only for it to ACTUALLY HAPPEN is SO FUCKING HEARTBREAKING
because he was never included in the hextech credits, his name isnt as publically known and ppl will only see him as That One Guy who started a cult and tried to take over the world or smth (IF that. like do most people even know thats viktor in there or is it just another Piltover’s nameless baddie of the week to them… sad)
and the FEW people who knew him and his contribution to hextech are either just dead or probably saw him as a villain as their last memory of him, was he even worth saving in their mind??
the ONLYYYY person who understood him and loved him for who he was (other than sky ofc, who also died lmao) was taken with him in death, so viktor’s story wont even live on in honor for how he truly was and what he really stood for, bc jayce is the only one who can accurately describe him post-mortem
and people will probably think jayce (THE GOLDEN BOY, MAN OF PROGRESS in the eyes of piltover) died trying to fight him bc no one knows what their conversation was about before they went out, or how jayce was willing to sacrifice himself too because he shares blame in it all, so theyll likely just villainize viktor for that as well, 'the one who killed jayce talis- creator of hextech'
and no one is alive to mourn him :( so fucking depressing
also i dont blame jayce for 'taking all the credit' like some people do lol ive seen ppl say he was egotistical and taking it all in for himself and pushing viktor aside, but he literally always says viktor is his partner and never implies that HE ALONE developed hextech or that hes the sole creator in it all
like its always been 'OUR inventions' and 'my PARTNER' and 'WE created this' whenever jayce talks about hextech. he literally corrects viktor from "your [jayce's] hextech dream" to "our hextech dream" the very first night they partner up bc, despite knowing this man for maybe 4 hours max, he already recognizes the importance of their partnership and that hes not the sole idea-man in this project anymore
i think that whole negative idea was probably developed from jayce signing every single page in his notes,, but itd make more sense to me that he'd do that- not out of arrogance- but he might share the same fear that viktor has: in being forgotten for his work... so he signs every page making sure no one can take a piece out of context and pass it as their own years down the line, or erase the possibility that forget the origin of the creator, especially in a world where a species like yordels are seemingly immortal, names hold a lot of weight as time withers tangible things away
and im assuming jayce recognizes that the fact that being from the undercity could have easily silenced viktor's ideas and contributions in the eyes of the public, and jayce doesnt want to diminish his work towards it. two very important lines jayce hears from viktor that night are "do you think i want to spend my whole life as an assistant" and "a poor kid from the undercity, no one believed in me, i was an outcast the moment i stepped foot in piltover" and he probably took those to heart (paraphrasing those quotes bc i have the memory of a goldfish or smth)
i feel like its moreso piltover to blame (? imo) lmao they set up jayce as the golden boy, and piltover is all about names and status and wealth. they very obviously discriminate against zaunites (and viktor himself states that too) like yeah we dont see the whole process of The Man of Progress being made,, BUT viktor expresses how he doesnt want to go out in front of people in Progress Day, so jayce is very much just respecting his wishes and boundaries to not drag him up there when hes clearly uncomfortable at the thought yk?
viktor might also recognize himself that piltover will use his knowledge as a celebrity idol for people to look at rather than as an actual scientist for people to acknowledge and appreciate. he wants to be known for what he did, not a soulless face for people to gawk at. makes sense tho, irl u usually dont remember celebrity actions unless theyre negative, but you do remember scientist's accomplishments rather than what they look like
ppl bring up the hexgate blueprints at the end and how it only has Jayce's name on it as another argument and idk i feel like it has multiple things to stem off that before getting to the 'jayce took credit for everything' idea?
maybe they were changed after the whole cult incident, like viktor's name taken off, which yeah thats obviously depressing in itself. i think its more likely bc piltover wont want their whole gimmick to be associated with that incident, rather than jayce purposefully leaving viktor's name out of it... thats probably the strongest explanation imo. we gotta remember viktor is quite literally jayce's best friend- do you really think jayce would take away his best friend's accomplishments like that? lets be real yall HAHA
my own guess is that jayce was actually the sole designer in the hexgate design, and while they can share custody, maybe viktor doesnt take credit for things that werent his ? like yeah they worked on the hextech ideas together but it could be more like jayce drew up the plans and viktor helped with the science of it idk, but thatd explain why only jayce's name would be on it (in a non depressing way that kind of makes sense), bc jayce designed the hexgates specifically
maybe viktor didnt want his name on it either bc reasons i said above, tho this is unlikely to me bc he probably wouldnt want his name taken off if he was scared about legacy erasure,, but these are just theories idk
anyway i think blaming jayce for viktor's erasure is kind of - uhm -stupid because jayce has always made it his goal to not just save viktor but to include viktor every time he brings up hextech in conversation, whether it calls for his mention or not. because jayce knows drilling viktor's name association as co-contributer to hextech into the heads of other people is important, considering viktor's background, and jayce's own current social status as the golden boy: the leverage he holds when he speaks. people will listen lol
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menofprogress · 7 months ago
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I saw someone say that Viktor constantly reaching out to Jayce and trying to get him on his side after he initially left him and after Jayce fought, rejected and shot at him makes no sense but i disagree.
Imho jayce and viktor are incredibly, INSANELY codependent, they were each others closest contact for nearly a decade, saw each other every day, single mindedly worked towards the same goal, etc. Their lives immediately take a nosedive once theyre even slightly separated from each other (viktor nearly dies, jayce kills a kid, viktor atomises sky and then nearly kills himself, jayce lands in apocalypse land and viktor starts a cult). They instinctively always act like theyre still partners, even when theyre clearly supposed to be enemies because not being together feels unnatural to them.
Jayce doesnt act consciously when reviving viktor using the hexcore and YES viktor is hurt and distressed bc he was essentially turned into rio and he feels like he needs to leave, but then what? He probably finds out about jayces disappearance a few days later and is like "oh no, oh fuck, i know I left HIM, but i didnt want this" i mean he probably thought jayce was dead.
So for a few months he builds his commune and deliberately integrates sentimental things about his and jayces partnership (his 'home' looks like the hexgates, hes still wearing the blanket, for some reason theres a forge in the commune) which, imho, shows hes mourning and missing jayce in his own way. (A special personal hc of mine is that he grew out his hair out of grief). And in the pit we have jayce sobbing and crying bc he misses both mel and viktor so much.
So jayce reappears and viktors like "heeeyyyy bestie, oh my god, i missed u come visit me!!!" And jayce is rightfully confused like "didnt YOU break up with ME?" and viktor is like "nooo, hahaha, i was crazy back then, just forget about it, pls visit me?" And is only mildly concerned by jayce killing one of his followers (and then hes also mostly concerned about jayce, not salo lol)
Then jayce arrives and shoots him and its very painful bc viktor fully didnt expect jayce to hurt him! Hes so shocked 😭
Anyways after that Viktor "attacks" (more like "does a mating dance for") jayce in the council room and AGAIN asks him to join his emo band and is AGAIN shocked and hurt when jayce genuinely fights back and rejects him. Viktor is temporarily hurt and gives singed the ok to start the process.
And then as the fully transformed herald he STILL talks about how happy he is to see jayce and doesnt really put any effort into neutralising him. Like he could have just shot him hbxhnxgkhfj
All the while we have jayce talking big talk about stopping viktor, but when it comes down to it?? He doesnt manage to take him out and still talks to him. And then he sees Viktor in the astral realm and once there is a SLIVER of hope hes immediately like "oh thank god i can stop trying to kill him, this was never going to work"
All of this isnt contradictory to me. It means that both of them actually know that they should be on opposing sides now, they start acting according to the idea that the other one is now an enemy, they make plans accordingly, but when it comes down to it theyre reluctant to actually follow through bc that would mean a life without the other and thats worse than staying enemies forever.
Viktor kept reaching out, hoping to be partners again after MULTIPLE rejections and jayce couldnt bear to kill viktor or to let him die alone. Being apart from each other is quite literally the worst thing for either of them, so the instinct to reach out to each other will always take over.
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colouredbyd · 3 months ago
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The Nightingale III: Starling In The Sky
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Regulus Black x fem!reader Hunger Games AU
summary: Training pushes you and Regulus to limits as tensions rises behind closed doors. A hidden dress sparks old memories, and a sudden outburst changes the course of everything. ( i suck at summaries sorry)
warnings: Graphic violence, cussing, insecurties, mentions of weapons
word count: 6.8k
authors note: AHHH here it iss! The Nightingale is finally getting exciting, hope u guys love this chapter :D
ps. if there are any grammatical errors please feel free to correct me as english isnt my native language
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Mornings in the Capitol didn’t feel real. The light wasn’t warm or golden—it was too clean, too white, slicing through the glass like a scalpel. I opened my eyes slowly, hoping maybe I hadn’t. But the silk against my skin, the stillness of the room, the aching in my chest—none of it let me pretend.
I sat up, heart already racing. Two days. That’s all that was left. Two days before the Games began and everything ended.
Across the room, James stood near the window. His back was straight, arms crossed, eyes trained on something I couldn’t see. He looked more like a statue than a boy. When he noticed I was awake, he gave me a nod.
“You alright?” he asked softly.
I nodded, even though we both knew I wasn’t.
“What time is it?”
“Past seven. Marlene came by. Training starts in thirty.”
I pulled the covers back. My feet touched the cold marble floor and it startled me how alive it made me feel. The Capitol uniform was already laid out—sleek, fitted, black with silver seams. It looked like armor. It felt like surrender.
The elevator down to the Training Center was silent. James and I didn’t talk. We didn’t have to. The weight of what we were walking into spoke loud enough.
The Training Center was massive—cathedral-high ceilings and walls of glinting glass that caught the light like shards of ice. I’d pictured it before, but nothing prepared me for the cold perfection of it. The floor was so white it burned my eyes, gleaming like something sterilized, like even our fear would be wiped clean. Stations stretched out before us in sleek rows of steel and chrome, each one humming with quiet menace. Weapons hung along the walls like relics in a museum, too polished, too pristine—tools meant to kill made to look like art.
Tributes had already scattered across the room, testing stations with a reckless kind of bravado, their laughter too sharp, too loud. All of it felt like a show. A circus. A lie wrapped in glass.
And then I saw him.
Regulus stood at the far end of the room, alone. All black, no Capitol red, no gold, no shine. He looked like he’d been carved out of stone—sharp, cold, and beautiful in a way that made my stomach twist. There was no smile, no welcome. Just a curt nod and a wave of his hand, calling us forward like soldiers to a battlefield.
“We’ll start with observation,” he said, voice flat—controlled, but there was a thread unraveling beneath it. “I need to see how you move. What you know. What you’re afraid of.”
He wasn’t looking at James.
He was looking at me.
My fingers curled before I could stop them, like my body was trying to grab hold of something—anything. I didn’t know if I wanted to hit him or fall into him and let him break me all over again.
James led the way to the mats, his movements relaxed, as though this was all just another training session. I followed behind him, my feet heavy with the weight of what was to come. The Center was intimidating in its size, the lights too bright, the sterile air too clean, but what was worse was knowing Regulus was watching us, cold and impassive. It wasn’t like the other training sessions we had back in District 7, where we could let our guard down, where we could laugh and share glances with friends. Here, every step felt as though it was under a microscope, every breath too loud.
The drills began, the usual combat exercises—simple moves, things we’d done a hundred times before. But with Regulus standing there, his eyes fixed on me, it felt like the room itself had shifted. Every time I lunged, I could feel his gaze, sharp, tracing my feet. When I hesitated, unsure of my next move, his focus tightened, his eyes boring into mine, catching my every weakness. He didn’t write anything down. He didn’t need to. His silent observation was enough to make my skin burn. I wasn’t sure what he was looking for, but it was clear it wasn’t the score of my performance.
It was something else. Something quieter, something deeper.
We moved on to weapons training. My fingers twitched as I reached for the knife, the cool metal sending an involuntary shiver down my spine. I could feel the shake in my hands, a tremble I couldn’t explain away as just nerves. I told myself it was nothing—just the pressure of the day, the tension in my chest that I would be expected to handle. But it was more than that. As I gripped the blade, memories surfaced uninvited. His hand on mine, guiding me. The soft insistence in his voice, telling me to never let anyone take it from me. His arms around me the first time I cried over the Reaping, how he’d promised he’d keep me safe.
I threw the knife with a jerk of my arm, too fast, not as precise as I wanted. It struck the target just off-center. Not bad, but not perfect either.
“Again,” Regulus said. His voice was quiet, but there was no softness there. Just the same cold command that he always had when it mattered most.
I wiped my palms on my trousers, still trying to shake the ghost of the past that clung to me like a shadow. My voice cracked when I spoke, sharper than I intended. “Why?” I asked. “So I can kill more cleanly?”
He didn’t flinch at the words. He met my gaze with the same unreadable expression he always wore. “So you can survive.”
A nervous laugh escaped James as he dramatically collapsed beside the throwing station. “Alright, alright. Let’s save the tragic backstory reveal for after we dodge the spears, yeah?”
Regulus didn’t respond. But I saw the flicker of something behind his eyes—a brief, silent acknowledgment that spoke volumes. He was the one who had lived that story, the one who understood it in ways that none of us could.
We moved to the next stations, one after another—camouflage, traps, climbing walls. The exercises were grueling. My muscles screamed at me, my hands were raw, and my legs began to feel like dead weight. Every action felt like it was pushing me past my limits, until I didn’t know if I was breathing or if my lungs had given up on me altogether. But through it all, I was hyper-aware of him. Regulus was always there, quiet, measuring, never speaking unless necessary. His silence followed me like a shadow, pushing me to do better, to be better, but never offering a word of encouragement or critique. He didn’t need to. I could feel the weight of his expectation.
Every time I stumbled, I felt him move forward, as if to catch me. But just as quickly, his steps faltered, as though he would never get close enough to touch me. Each time I looked up to see him, his gaze would flicker away, never settling, never staying.
By the time we reached the final station, my palms were scraped, my knees bruised from the falls I hadn’t been able to stop. James handed me water, his face flushed from exertion, and I gratefully took a sip. 
 When Regulus handed me a cloth, his fingers brushed mine. It was brief, just a second too long.
The contact lingered, leaving my skin tingling, my heart pounding. Regulus looked like he wanted to say something—his mouth opened and closed, like the words wouldn’t come. His eyes locked onto mine, searching, as if he were trying to find the right thing to say, but he never did.
“There’s more tomorrow,” he said finally, his voice quieter than usual.
I nodded, turning to leave, but then his voice stopped me. It was barely a whisper, but it sliced through the air like a whisper of a ghost. “You moved like you used to. In the woods.”
My breath caught in my throat, and I froze in my tracks.
“I remember,” Regulus said, his words as sharp and raw as the knife I had thrown.
I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. If I did, I might not remember how to leave. And right now, that’s all I could do—leave. Keep walking, keep moving, and pretend I didn’t hear the things that haunted him in his silence.
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The air in the Capitol was thick with anticipation as Marlene led James and me through a maze of glittering halls and softly humming elevators. 
The room we were led into shimmered like a dream soaked in too much light. Mirrors lined the walls from floor to ceiling, catching the glint of crystal chandeliers overhead. The floors were pale marble, veined with soft gold that sparkled beneath our feet like something alive. Racks upon racks of clothes stood like towers in the corners, and trays of jewelry gleamed on velvet cushions. The air smelled like roses and silver.
“Here we are,” Marlene announced, her voice bright and professional, betraying nothing of the exhaustion that lingered beneath her immaculate appearance. “The fitting room. You two are going to look amazing.” She flashed us a grin before turning to Regulus, who had been trailing silently behind us. He was a shadow in the background, his face impassive, his presence like a cold wind that we couldn't escape.
Regulus barely acknowledged us, but I could feel his gaze resting on me as we entered. He didn’t speak. He never did. But I could sense him—always there, always watching.
Marlene clapped her hands, and from the shadows emerged a handful of stylists, their movements fluid and soundless, eyes glinting like blades. They began to set the stage—racks of shimmering outfits materializing before us, each more extravagant than the last, each a spectacle in its own right. The first gown caught my breath—a deep, velvety violet, threaded with gold that gleamed under the harsh lights like the flicker of distant stars. My heart sank. The fabric looked heavy, not just in weight but in expectation. It was as if the Capitol’s fingers were already curling around me, tugging me into something larger than life, something too brilliant to feel real. A glamour that would consume, transform—remake us into creatures of their design. The costumes were more than clothes; they were chains cloaked in silk.
“First, we’ll try this one,” one of the stylists said, her voice like glass, as she held up the violet gown. “It’s made from fine silk with golden thread, designed to look like flowers”
I swallowed hard, trying to push down the rising anxiety in my chest as I reached for the gown. The fabric slid through my fingers like water, its texture so smooth it almost felt unreal. I looked at Marlene, but she had already disappeared behind the curtain, urging me to try it on.
James was already in the corner, tugging at the ridiculous layers of his own outfit. The colors were blinding—neon green and orange with sharp metallic accents. His expression was a mix of amusement and disbelief, the absurdity of it all clearly taking its toll. 
“You think they’ll expect me to walk out in this?” he called over to me, holding up a ridiculous ruffled collar that looked like it belonged to some ancient king.
“Probably,” I replied with a wry smile. “It’s the Capitol. They don’t do anything halfway.”
I stepped into the gown, feeling the weight of the fabric settle around my body. The mirror in front of me reflected a version of myself I didn’t recognize—distant, polished, far removed from the girl who had once sung in the woods with Regulus. I touched the golden threads, tracing the intricate patterns that shimmered under the light.
There was a sudden, sharp movement behind me—Regulus had stepped closer, his presence imposing even without a word. I glanced at him in the mirror, but he wasn’t looking at me. His eyes were fixed on the reflection, studying the gown with a cold, detached expression. It felt like he was seeing something I wasn’t. I quickly turned away, unwilling to let him watch me like this.
The stylists adjusted the gown, fluffing the layers of fabric around my waist and adding a jeweled belt. They spoke in low voices to one another, making subtle changes to my appearance, but I couldn’t focus on their words. My mind was caught in that moment—Regulus’s presence, the quiet weight of his gaze. It was as though he saw through the surface of everything, his eyes piercing straight through to the place where all my memories were buried. The memories I hadn’t let myself think about for years.
“How do you feel?” Marlene asked, her voice cheery as she reappeared, looking at me with an eager smile. She was doing her best to make me feel comfortable, but nothing in this Capitol would ever feel comfortable again.
“I don’t know,” I replied softly, my eyes still on Regulus’s reflection. “It’s… a lot.”
Regulus’s eyes met mine briefly, and I could see something flicker in them, something I couldn’t read. Then he shifted his gaze back to the floor, his stance unreadable. He was silent as always, but his presence was heavy in the room.
“Let’s move on,” Marlene said, clearly sensing the discomfort in the air. “James, darling, your turn.”
I stepped out of the gown, and the stylists immediately began changing me into another outfit—a vibrant red dress with black feathers sewn into the hem. It looked like something designed for a firestorm.
James came out in his next outfit—this one even more ridiculous than the last. It was a massive purple cloak with oversized shoulder pads and gold chains hanging from the sides. He looked like an absurd caricature, his face a mixture of incredulity and amusement. “What’s next, a crown?” he asked, spinning dramatically. “I can barely walk in this thing.”
“It’s ridiculous,” I agreed, offering him a smile. “But, hey, they want us to stand out. Not sure how anyone’s supposed to stand out in this, but there you go.”
Regulus was still there, still silent, his eyes scanning both of us like he was measuring something—something we couldn’t quite understand. His focus was on me again, but his expression didn’t change.
“You both look… fine,” he said finally, his voice as flat as it always was. “It’s not about the outfits. It’s about how you carry them. How you make them yours.” His gaze shifted to James, and for the briefest moment, there was something unspoken in his eyes. “No one’s going to care about the clothes if you can’t convince them you belong here.”
Marlene gave a small laugh. “He’s right, you know. The Capitol loves a good show, but they love confidence more.”
I wanted to say something, wanted to argue that it didn’t matter how confident I was, how well I carried the dress—it would never be enough. Not when I knew the truth of what was coming. But I kept quiet, letting the silence settle over us, thick and uncomfortable.
James, meanwhile, was being draped in cloak after cloak, every outfit more absurd than the last. His stylist was an older man with silver eyebrows shaped into perfect arches. “More structure in the shoulders,” he muttered. “He needs to look like he can win but also like he won’t spill soup on his lap.”
“I’ll have you know I eat soup very elegantly,” James deadpanned, arms outstretched as they pinned yet another cape to his shoulders.
“You look like a crow,” I told him, watching as the fabric swished behind him like wings.
“A very fashionable crow,” he corrected, tilting his chin up dramatically. “Thank you.”
Despite the ache in my chest, I smiled.
Then the door opened, and Lily Evans stepped in.
She didn’t need to speak. The stylists moved aside like tides parting around her. She had the kind of presence that made people listen before she even opened her mouth. Her hair was braided back with tiny green ribbons threaded through it, her clothes simple compared to everyone else in the room—just a forest green shift that brushed her ankles and boots that had clearly seen mud. And yet, she was the only one who felt real.
“I’ll take it from here,” she said, her voice calm but firm. “Out. All of you.”
There was a pause. Then the stylists bowed and disappeared like smoke.
Lily turned to me and walked forward slowly, her green eyes thoughtful. “They’ve been trying to turn you into a Capitol rose,” she murmured. “But you’re not a rose, are you?”
I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to.
She smiled gently, then moved toward the far rack and pulled something down from it with reverence, as if she were unearthing a memory. She carried it over her arm and held it up to the light.
“This,” she said, “was made for you.”
The gown was unlike anything I had ever seen before, a masterpiece woven from moonlight and whispers. At first glance, it appeared to be a soft silver, the kind of pale shimmer that seemed to steal the light from the room and make everything around it seem darker. But as I moved, the fabric shifted in the light, revealing layers of pale pink and rose-gold beneath, like the first blush of dawn brushing the horizon.
Each turn caught another glimpse of color, delicate and fleeting, like a secret only the dawn knew. The sleeves were sheer and almost ethereal, falling gracefully around my arms like morning mist, light enough to seem weightless. The bodice, shaped to fit my form perfectly, was embroidered with tiny, copper vines that twined around the neckline, each thread curling delicately like something still growing, still reaching toward the sun.
The skirt flowed downward in soft, endless layers, the fabric so translucent in places that it seemed to melt into the air, like something from a dream. When I stepped into it, it felt like I was slipping into a memory, one I had never lived but somehow knew all too well.
Lily adjusted the fabric with a quiet precision, her fingers light as they ran over the edges, smoothing them with care, her eyes focused and serious. When she finally stepped back, there was a moment of stillness that seemed to stretch forever.
"Look," she said softly, her voice almost reverent.
I turned slowly toward the mirror, and the reflection that greeted me was not one I recognized at first. The girl who stared back didn’t look like a tribute. She didn’t look like the Capitol's puppet, draped in glitzy, faceless glamour. No, she looked like something older, something softer, woven from forgotten forests and lullabies.
The girl in the mirror seemed to carry a quiet strength, an ancient beauty like the quiet glow of a forest at twilight. Her face was framed by the delicate lines of the dress, and the copper embroidery on her chest seemed to pulse with a warmth that was almost living. There was something sacred about the way she stood, as if she had been forged by time itself, as though this gown was more a part of her than the body beneath it.
"You look like someone who was born to sing under the stars," Lily said softly, her voice filled with a tenderness I hadn’t expected. "Someone who remembers where she came from."
I blinked hard, feeling an unexpected wave of emotion rise up in my chest. I wasn’t ready for this—wasn’t ready to feel anything like this. But there it was, a sharp, aching tenderness, the kind you can’t escape even if you try.
James stepped beside me, drawing me out of my thoughts. His outfit was equally striking, though in a different way. He wore a deep navy suit, one that fit him like armor but somehow softened around the edges. The gold threading along the cuffs and collar caught the light, adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise solemn color. A long cape trailed behind him, pinned at the shoulder with a brooch shaped like a tree branch, the delicate carvings hinting at nature in a way that was subtle but undeniable. It was regal, but not flashy—strong, familiar, and comforting, like something I could rest in, something I could trust.
“Look at us,” he said with a grin, his eyes crinkling with that mischievous spark. “We clean up alright.”
I couldn’t help but smile. "You look like a storybook," I told him, admiring the way the suit moved with him, how the navy seemed to catch the light in different ways.
He looked me up and down, and his smile softened into something deeper, almost reverent. “And you,” he said, his voice quieter now, “look like a promise someone forgot to keep.”
Before I could respond, my gaze drifted to the far corner of the room. Regulus stood there, as still as a statue, half-hidden in shadow. He hadn’t moved since Lily entered, and his arms were folded across his chest in a posture that was both distant and deliberate. But his eyes—those sharp, dark eyes—were fixed on me. Not in the way they had been before, filled with cold assessment. No, this was something else. This was something raw, something that broke through all the walls he’d built around himself. The sight of me in this dress seemed to shatter something deep inside him, something I hadn’t realized was still there.
His expression didn’t change, not outwardly. But I saw the shift in him. I saw the subtle widening of his eyes, the way his throat moved as he swallowed, like he was struggling to process something he hadn’t expected to feel. His lips parted, just for a moment, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t quite find the words. And then—nothing. 
The stillness returned, but the weight of his silence, the quiet tension that stretched between us, was almost unbearable. He didn’t speak. But I felt everything in that silence, in the way his eyes searched mine, as though he had seen something in me he hadn’t expected.
Marlene clapped her hands together sharply, breaking the moment. “Perfect,” she said, her voice crisp with approval. “The Capitol will eat this up.”
But I didn’t hear her. I didn’t hear anyone else. My attention was locked on Regulus, on the way he looked at me, on the way his presence seemed to hold me in place. I wondered if he saw the same thing I did in the mirror—a girl dressed in starlight and sorrow, standing on the edge of a war she never chose, wrapped in everything she used to be, everything she was trying to outrun. 
And him? He looked like he remembered.
Later, when the lights had dimmed and the bustle of stylists and Capitol handlers faded into murmurs down distant corridors, I stepped into the stillness of the hall, my gown trailing like water behind me, silver and rose and quiet, my breath barely stirring the air as if afraid to disturb whatever spell had settled over the evening.
The silence wrapped around me like silk, but before I could sink fully into it, I felt the shift in the atmosphere, the quiet exhale of something familiar drawing near, and I didn’t need to turn to know it was him, because Regulus never arrived loudly, never announced himself with footsteps or breath, only with gravity, as though the world tipped slightly when he stepped into it.
He stood a few feet behind me, not speaking at first, and I could feel him watching, could feel his gaze settle over me like dusk settling over a lake, slow and reverent and full of a sorrow I didn’t know how to name.
“I thought you left,” I said softly, the words floating into the stillness like petals on water, my voice a thread I wasn’t sure he would catch.
His answer came slower, almost reluctant. “I tried,” he said, and the words sounded tired in a way that had nothing to do with sleep. “But I couldn’t.”
I turned then, slowly, as if the moment might break if I moved too quickly, and when our eyes met, something inside me stilled, because it was the first time in years he looked at me not as a memory, not as a mistake or a ghost or a responsibility, but as someone real, someone he had loved and still did.
“You look…” he began, but the sentence faltered, his mouth parting like he was reaching for a word he didn’t trust himself to speak aloud.
The silence stretched and softened between us, and I didn’t press him, only watched him with the same ache I used to feel when he’d sneak into the woods at dusk just to watch the stars through the gaps in the trees, alone and aching and always pretending not to be.
“You grew up,” he said finally, his voice barely more than a breath. “You grew up really beautifully.”
He said it like it hurt, like the words were carved out of something he had never let himself touch, and I blinked, not because I was surprised, but because something in his voice made the edges of my heart blur.
“I didn’t think you’d notice,” I said, but my voice trembled as I spoke, because a part of me had always hoped he would, always hoped that even behind the cold Capitol glass and the crown of silence he wore so well, some part of him still remembered how I looked with mud on my knees and songs in my throat.
“I notice everything when it comes to you, star.” he said, he wasn’t smiling, but there was something soft in his eyes, something that cracked open all the things he tried so hard to bury.
He took a step forward, not too close, just near enough that I could feel the warmth of him in the air between us, and his hand lifted like he meant to touch me but stopped just short, fingers hovering above the place where the embroidered copper vines curved over my shoulder like roots that never forgot where they came from.
“That dress,” he said, his eyes trailing down the soft shimmer of fabric that moved like dawn against my skin, “you look like something I used to dream about before I went into the arena, before I forgot how to sleep without fear.”
I couldn’t speak, not at first, because his words were peeling open something I had stitched closed years ago, and it hurt in a way that was almost beautiful.
“Regulus…” I whispered, but I didn’t know what to follow it with, didn’t know how to gather all the years and all the heartbreak into something coherent, something that wouldn’t collapse beneath the weight of what we had both lost.
“I never forgot you,” he said, and the words felt like unraveling. “Even when they made me stop writing, even when they told me you were better off not knowing me, I carved your name into everything I could—into my thoughts, into the silence, into the way I trained every tribute who reminded me of you.”
I looked at him then, really looked, and saw the boy I used to know buried beneath the man the Capitol had sculpted, saw the shadow of the fourteen-year-old who once carved wooden stars and whispered my name like a secret prayer.
“I never wanted you to be perfect,” I said, my voice shaking. “I just wanted you to come back.”
And something inside him broke, not loudly, not visibly, but I saw it—the way his shoulders sank slightly, the way his fingers twitched like they ached to hold something they’d lost.
He reached for my hand then, finally touching me, his palm warm against mine, steady despite everything shaking between us.
“You look like home,” he murmured
Eyes fixed on me like I was the only thing in this glittering, monstrous city that still made sense. “ Starling, you will live and I will make sure of it.”
I didn’t speak, because there was nothing I could say that would be more true than the way I stood there in silence, silver and soft, every layer of my dress catching the light like memory, letting myself believe—if only for a moment—that in his eyes, I was still the girl who sang beneath the stars, and in mine, he was still the boy who listened.
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Elsewhere. That same night.
Regulus moved like a wraith through the veins of the Capitol’s heart, the corridors stretching endlessly around him, gleaming like the insides of a polished coffin. He knew these halls. Knew the way the marble hummed beneath his boots, the way the lights above flickered once—only once—when they shifted into surveillance mode. These were the bones of a building that had birthed him, broke him, rebuilt him into something sharp enough to survive.
He walked like he belonged, because he did. This place had carved him into a symbol. A victory anthem in the shape of a boy. A Capitol treasure with teeth. He had been theirs for five years, and they never stopped applauding. They never stopped watching.
But they didn’t know what he was doing now.
The guards nodded when he passed. Silent. Respectful. Unaware.
He could walk through fire with blood on his hands, and they’d still open the doors for him.
He found James exactly where he hoped he wouldn’t. Awake. Wandering.
The boy was alone, standing in one of the shadowed passageways behind the tribute quarters, gazing through a sliver of glass cut into the wall like a wound. The city stretched beyond, monstrous and glittering. His reflection was faint in the window—wide eyes, trembling mouth, the quiet dread of someone who knows the world is about to end and still dares to look anyway.
James Potter was brave, stupidly brave. Loyal in a way that broke things. He would have laid down his life for her.
And that was the problem.
Regulus’s fists curled at his sides. He did not speak. If he did, he would fail.
James turned at the faintest sound, confusion flickering across his face like sunlight caught on water. “Regulus?”
It was the last thing he said before the world tilted sideways.
The strike was fast. Precise. No hesitation. Regulus moved like a phantom and hit like a promise—one made years ago in the quiet of District 7, in a grove that no longer existed, to a girl with a voice like rain and fire.
James’s breath left him in a single broken gasp. He stumbled, knees buckling, eyes wide with shock, but Regulus caught him before he could fall too hard. He sank to the ground with him, hands steady now, cradling the boy’s head like something sacred. His pulse was fluttering beneath his jaw. Still alive. Just enough damage. Just enough time.
He’d planned it perfectly.
James wouldn’t die. But he wouldn’t stand either. Not in the Arena. Not in time to take her place.
It would have to be Regulus.
It had always been Regulus.
He lowered James gently to the cold marble floor and sat beside him for a moment, as if in mourning. The silence swelled around them, full of unsaid things. The Capitol blinked in and out of view through the narrow window, uncaring and infinite.
“I never wanted this,” Regulus whispered. His voice sounded foreign. Strangled. “You’re better than this place. She trusted you. And I—” His voice broke for real then, a fracture so deep it felt like something inside him split clean through.
“I had to. You don’t understand. You would have died for her. But I already did.”
He pressed his forehead to James’s shoulder for a heartbeat. The boy was still breathing. That had to be enough.
The clock was already ticking.
Regulus stood slowly, breath catching in his throat, spine trembling with restraint. He looked back only once.
James lay in the hallway like something fallen from grace, bloodless, peaceful, still.
And Regulus—Regulus walked away, each step ringing louder than the last.
Not a hero.
Not a traitor.
Only a boy who once loved a girl beneath the trees and promised her the world.
And now, with hands that could only destroy, he would try to save her.
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The morning didn’t come.
It didn’t drift in with soft sunlight and slow, gentle whispers like a normal morning. No, it exploded through the room like a thunderclap, ringing through my ears until everything was distorted, warping the air with its jagged edges. The Capitol’s sirens began, sharp and unrelenting, like the cry of something dying in the dark. It pierced the quiet, cutting through every thread of peace, every moment of stillness I had left, and rattled the walls of the sleek, glass-walled room we were assigned to.
I thought, for a moment, it was just another broadcast—another announcement, maybe a change in the Games’ schedule or some twisted new development designed to rattle us. But it didn’t stop. It went on and on, a screeching reminder of everything that was wrong with this place.
My body jerked upright on instinct. My heart raced, thudding against my ribs like a drumbeat, trying to catch up to the chaos around me. The air felt thick with electricity, every breath feeling like it might be my last, each second weighted with something I couldn’t name.
I heard the sound of hurried footsteps—someone was running down the hall. I didn’t have to look to know who it was.
Marlene.
She burst through the door, her figure casting a long shadow across the polished marble floor. The usual Capitol poise was gone. Her makeup was smudged, her hair falling loosely in soft waves around her face, the edges of her dress frayed from where she’d clearly been rushing. The corners of her mouth were tight with something more than stress—fear, I realized as she met my eyes, her gaze frantic. Her hands trembled as she reached out, but it was the words that shattered me.
“James is hurt. He’s unconscious. He can’t participate.”
Everything stopped.
The sound in the room died, as if the air had been sucked out and replaced with a suffocating vacuum. My mind couldn’t process it. I was standing before her, but it didn’t feel like I was actually there. My body was moving, I was hearing the words, but it felt like I was stuck in the middle of some dream—too distant, too far from reality.
I blinked. Hard.
“What—what do you mean he can’t—he can’t—” I couldn’t finish the sentence. I felt like I was choking on the word, choking on the truth that was starting to crawl into my skin.
Marlene’s eyes darkened, and she hesitated. I could see the lie she was about to tell forming, but she didn’t have the heart for it. Not today. Not like this.
“It was an accident,” she said, her voice trembling, breaking on the last word. “A medical emergency. The Capitol’s doctors—he’s in the infirmary now. They’re doing everything they can.”
“No.” The word left me before I could even think about it. It was raw and desperate, a plea from somewhere deep within me. I took a step forward, the floor cold beneath my bare feet, but it felt like I was moving through water, like I was trapped in something thick and suffocating.
Marlene stepped back as I approached, eyes wide with something that looked a little too close to pity. She opened her mouth again, but I couldn’t hear her. I couldn’t hear anything over the sound of my pulse in my ears.
James didn’t make accidents.
James Potter—the boy with the bruised smile and the reckless laugh, the boy who could dodge any attack, who lived through any battle—didn’t fall to something as simple as an accident.
He doesn’t.
James was chaos, but he was controlled. He survived things that should’ve destroyed anyone else. He lived through fire. He lived through wolves. He fought like the world was his to burn, and nothing—nothing—could break him. He was fire.
This? This wasn’t possible.
I turned, my mind finally catching up to my body, forcing my legs to move. I didn’t know where I was going, only that I needed to get to him, to see for myself, to know.
I ran.
I ran, and I didn’t care if they saw me, if they followed me. I didn’t care about anything except getting to him. The halls blurred as I moved faster, my pulse pounding louder with each step.
When I reached his room, I found the door closed. No, locked.
I pounded my fist against the smooth surface, desperation choking me, my breath coming in jagged gasps. I didn’t even hear the guards approaching until one of them spoke, the words cutting through my frantic thoughts like ice.
“You can’t go in.”
The voice was firm. Impersonal.
I pressed my forehead to the door, the cold glass seeping into my skin, and I felt something snap. I needed to get to him. I needed to hear his voice, to see the glint in his eyes that told me he was still alive.
“No,” I whispered. “No. I’m not leaving. I need to see him.”
But they didn’t let me.
Then, just when I thought I couldn’t stand the weight of it all any longer—when I felt like I might fall apart at the seams—there was a movement behind me. A sound. A voice.
I didn’t turn at first. I couldn’t.
“Step away from the door,” the voice said.
I knew that voice. It chilled my blood in an entirely different way.
It was Snape.
He was standing there, framed by the golden light filtering through the hallway. He wasn’t wearing the normal uniform, but something more formal, more imposing—dark, sleek, a shadow in the Capitol’s daylight. His eyes were unreadable, like always, but there was something else there now, something colder.
I didn’t want to talk to him. Not now. Not like this.
But he didn’t wait for me to speak.
“You can’t go in,” he said again, his tone sharper this time. “James won’t wake before the Games begin. Even if he does, he’ll be in no state to participate.”
I didn’t want to hear him. I didn’t want to hear any of this.
But I had to.
My mouth opened, but no words came. There was no fight left in me. Only the slow, cold realization that something was slipping out of my grasp, something I couldn’t save.
Snape’s gaze didn’t soften, it never did. But it wasn’t cold, not exactly. It was something more like knowing.
“Look,” he said, a quiet command. And I knew—knew without a doubt—he wasn’t asking me to look at James. He was asking me to look at what came next.
I didn’t want to. I didn’t want to look. But my body turned, as if on its own. I didn’t even hear the elevator doors open behind me, not until the soft chime echoed through the hall.
It wasn’t just the sound of the elevator. It was the sound of everything changing.
And then he stepped out.
I didn’t recognize him at first. Not because I didn’t know him—but because it didn’t make sense.
He wasn’t supposed to be here. He wasn’t supposed to look like that. He wasn’t supposed to wear that.
He wore the uniform.
The District 7 uniform. The same one James should’ve worn. The same one I should’ve been wearing.
Regulus Black. My Regulus Black. Dressed in the grey and green of the Capitol’s cruelty. The insignia over his chest—his new identity—wasn’t just a symbol of District 7. It was a brand. A reminder that they owned him now.
His face was pale. Too pale. Not the porcelain skin I remembered, but something sharper, harder. Like he had been chiseled from ice, but even the cold couldn’t keep him from breaking. His eyes…
His eyes found mine.
One glance. One moment. One second.
But it was enough to tear the world in half.
I saw everything in those eyes. I saw the boy who once held me close in the darkness of the woods. I saw the boy who swore to protect me. I saw the boy who was now standing in the uniform of a killer.
Regulus Black had done it.
He had taken James’s place.
And now he was walking into the Games.
For me.
But I didn’t understand. Not fully. Not until the Capitol’s voice rang out, echoing through the hollowed halls like a funeral bell.
“Due to medical disqualification, District 7’s male Tribute shall now be Regulus Black. The Games begin tomorrow.”
The world shattered.
I couldn’t breathe. My body felt like it had become weightless, like I was floating above the earth. But my heart… my heart dropped straight down into my stomach.
Regulus took a step toward me. One step too many.
But I couldn’t stop him.
And I couldn’t stop myself from dying a little bit, too.
I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) and Regulus Black female and male tributes from district seven of The 70th Hunger Games.
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kingprinceleo · 9 months ago
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Vampire Au Master-ish Post
Summary -
Angel Island is the only life Sonic has ever known. Being trapped within the permanent barrier encasing the 8 islands isnt quite his style, so finding a way to destroy it and explore the world below has been his goal for as long as he can remember. Hes got a number of other things keeping him occupied however, trying to prevent the Robotnik family from taking over total control of the islands. 
When he isnt fighting them off, hes hanging out with his friends, living his best life being a vampire both day and night. When he wants to get everyone off his back, and feed from his favorite vampire hater, Shadow, he uses his magic staff to change his appearance into an alter ego, Hoax the "Tenrec.”
Vampire au is a generally slice of life episodic style au, mostly focused on being lighthearted and goofy. 
Occasionally plot driven with slightly heavier themes though. (And sometimes I hit the angst button for funsies)
Major Locations-
Angel Island- One main island and 7 smaller islands surrounding it, completely encased by an impenetrable barrier powered by the chaos emeralds. Separated into the Wild Zones and City Zones. 
City Zones are Geralds surveillance state, a massive sprawling city with high tech from Ivo. The second sector of the city, a bit farther out, is Ivos sandbox, filled with casinos and terrible attractions, and many of his bases. Both plan to expand further into the island, they beef a little over who gets what. 
Wild Zones are less developed areas further away from their reach, more community based overgrown homes. Left to nature and the recovery from old ruins. Sonic protects these areas with his life.
Sol- A pocket dimension, a society of majority vampires and mobians living peacefully together. The kingdom of Sol is a deep cave underground, with strange lush vegetation and ceiling so high it mimics the sky. There's massive tree roots buried deep in the canyon, an important food source for the vampires. 
Accessed by a closed gateway hidden deep within Angel Island. Sol is the origin of vampires.
The mainland- the rest of the world outside of Angel Island 
Characters-
Sonic- Bitten by a vampiric Chao around 5 years old, Sonic is a free spirited vampire who likes to live life a day at a time. He's thinks of himself as a smooth charmer, and he's a bit of a dater.
He loves the thrill of any sort of adventure he can dig his claws into on Angel Island, mostly stopping Eggman's onslaught of bots from trying to turn the untouched wild areas of the island into his newest casino. 
He's up both day and night, usually only crashing to take naps, or otherwise being forced to sleep by his friends. Though the sun hurts him, he finds himself always missing the days where he could soak in its rays.
Hoax, Sonics night form, is a purely cosmetic change he shifts into with his star staff, a gift from Amy. He uses it for days when he wants a break from people trying to Get Him 24/7. He used to use it to break into Eggman's bases, where a strange, but tasty artificial blood was being held. More recently it's become a way to secure drinking that blood from the host himself.
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Shadow- Shadow is a paranoid mess of a man, with a deep running hatred for vampires, decked out in silver to keep them away. Though he prefers to be left alone, he will take any and all opportunities to kill a vampire if he suspects they want anything to do with him. It is often misguided. During the evening he works as a cook under Knuckles. During the night he heists the Robotniks facilities with Rouge, looking for any goods. 
Whenever he travels out to the city zones, he wears a mask and full outfit designed after a vulture to hide his identity since he's wanted by the city. 
Shadow has a special blood type, artificially made and containing black arms blood, it has strengthening and healing properties and tastes good to vampires ! Shadow tries to protect himself and his blood at all costs. Unfortunately he made a deal with Hoax to feed him. Also has no idea he has chaos control, the power is dormant in his body. Though he can manipulate the energy from Chaos Drives a little bit. He relies on guns and knifes day to day.
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Amy- A half vampire seedrian witch. She's full of life and a bit quirky. She is learning to incorporate magic into all aspects of her life. A lot of attempts tend to cause chaos but she's always learning something new! She has a little bit of a crush on Sonic and has always dreamed of proposing to him with a ring that would protect him from the sun, though she isn't skilled enough to create it yet. Being a seedrian vampire means the flowers on her head need to photosynthesize under the moonlight to eat rather than drink blood. Though she does have a deep and instinctual urge to kill plants.
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Tails- a lonely engineer, working on the edge of the city. New to teenagehood, he's edgy and grumpy all the time. He's very distant from his friends, incredibly insistent he's all grown up and needs no one but himself. 
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Knuckles- a hard working farmer out in the wilds, using his produce to supply his pizza food truck, which recently upgraded to a brick and mortar restaurant. In his free time he goes around Angel Island to treasure hunt and learn about the history of the island, littered with many ruins of ages past. 
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Rouge- a sneaky vampire who lives off the grid, completely unknown to the surveillance state of the city. Shadow lives with her in her home carved inside of a mountain to hide both of them. Huge fan of bat and blood themed decor. Shadow does Not know she's a vampire. Vampirism enhanced her bat features, incredibly good hearing to the point she needs to constantly wear noise canceling earbuds, and a massive wingspan.
She likes to rob the city, and exchange those goods for information from her shady dealers about gemstone hotspots on the island. Eventually she smooth talks her way into a position of power working under Queen Blaze of Sol to spy on Gerald.
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Blaze- Queen of the pocket dimension Sol. A few gateways exist on Mobius, one residing on Angel Island, though it has been cut off for years until Rouge reactivated it. A cold but caring ruler, she controls the artificial sun in their kingdom, keeping all of her vampiric subjects safe and happy. Rarely ever makes time for herself. 
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Silver- Blazes best friend who lives with her in the castle. (Need to add more for him :(). Works with Rouge and Mephiles dealing with matters on Angel Island. Eventually gets shark teeth from fusing with Mephiles too often.
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Mephiles - Blazes comically evil advisor, she keeps him around because he's an old family friend, and an Ancient Vampire with vast power. Has no mouth to drink blood with, so he needs to possess the bodies of others. Silver willingly lets mephiles fuse with him, to feed, and to grant silver a power boost.
Gerald- after losing Maria he became very unwell, spending years accumulating power and taking control of the city. He's lost himself. Shadow was stolen from him years ago. He's still looking for him.
Black Doom- Doom wed that old man. Visited the day the barrier went up, now he's stuck here. Now that he's no longer able to take over the galaxy, his next evil plan was to become a landlord. Terrorizing people who live in the city. 
Maria- Died in a targeted mob attack on Angel Island, Chaos and Tikal pitied her and let her have a spot in the master emerald ghost club. 
Random lil plot stuff- 
Sonic is a regular at Knuckles pizza place, likes to be annoying. One day they Will make him a chili dog pizza. Knuckles hopes he explodes but Shadow actually wants to kill him. He's not allowed to jump Sonic on the clock or else his pay gets docked </3
Random little bits about Sonic trying to steal from the claw machine and getting stuck, and trying to get a “delivered in under 30 minutes or free” pizza from the restaurant.
Sonic started a trend of extreme gear racing in Hydro City. He can also do a bunch of little party tricks with his star staff and knows nothing useful.
Shadow has massive gaps in his memory due to repression, he barely knows anything about his life before 16 (present day he's 19).
Knuckles and Shadow are close, knuckles being the first to find him. Since Shadow can't buy anything under his own name, Knuckles got him a hover motorcycle for deliveries.
When Shadow tells Knuckles about his deal with Hoax for the first time, Knuckles punches hoax so hard it turns him back into Sonic, making Knuckles the first to learn his identity outside of Amy, who helped him create the form.
Amy likes to follow Sonic on dates sometimes and mildly inconveniences them with her magic. Sonic usually finds this game more fun than the actual date
Maria and Tikal haunt the pizza place. They can eat pizza . They crave it. They also feed it to Chaos. Maria tries to talk to Shadow but he doesn't know who she is.
When making the blood deal with Shadow, Hoax had no idea Shadow was the guy under the vulture mask. He would have thought twice if he knew. Shadow also cut Hoaxs right hand during their first fight, its a permanent scar. Shadow says hed do it again.
Hoax slowly realizes how deeply unwell this little freak is. 
Right when they kinda start getting comfortable with each other, a weird artifact that knuckles finds allows them a glimpse into the future. Sonic and Shadow are married. Hoax has to play it cool while Shadow starts loading his guns. This haunts the rest of their relationship development.
Amy delves into dark magic when she starts getting desperate about how slow she's progressing with her magic skill. It has adverse effects on beings created by her magic once she goes too far.
Mephiles lives in a comically evil wizard tower in the Sol castle. Mephiles can also shapeshift after drinking peoples blood, he can only shift as long as the blood is in his system.
Silver really wants Shadow to explode for trying to kill vampires, his friends and family.
(Things are still in rework state and also im forgetting things rn so more will probably be added)
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bonefall · 10 months ago
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what's your opinion on moonkitti's video?
It's a good video and an excellent analysis for anyone who prefers to get their essays as videos over text.
Though I do have to mention, she did miss a couple of things. I don't blame her at ALL though, like she said, discussing Bumble is a rabbithole and you will find yourself tackling several chronic problems whenever you try to explain exactly how fucked up the entire situation is. Nevertheless, discussing Bumble is my specialty so I have to point out;
Moonkitti makes the mistake of accepting Clear Sky's premise that the territory he kills Bumble on is his. It is not.
Bumble was actually not trespassing-- Clear Sky slaughtered Misty because he is expanding his borders and wanted to steal her land.
The parcel Bumble was standing on is, in Clear Sky's own words, "This NEW part of MY territory."
As a result, I think Moon missed another chronic issue present in the DOTC narrative; Colonialism.
Also-- I know Moon is trying not to swing TOO hard at Gray Wing because his fans are downright bloodthirsty (and I'm sure she is reluctant to go through Bramblestan Harassment 2), but, as a result...
She kinda glosses over the fact that Gray Wing's turn on Bumble does make sense if you read it like he's doing it because he HATES the idea of his object of affection having friends who are not him.
In other words-- Gray Wing is controlling. Xenophobia against Bumble didn't "come from nowhere." It came up because he is toxic and it is a good self-justification for his feelings.
She also quickly summarizes a lot of the Tom the Wifebeater stuff... and ends up implying that Tom just found the kittens all on his own, when Gray Wing actually told him where to find the children.
This was technically an "accident" because Gray Wing is both cruel AND stupid.
I hate him so much Gray Wing SUCKSSSS
But again, I can't blame her for it because clearly she wasn't trying to get into the utterly shambolic mess that is the "Tom the Wifebeater Sleeper Genes" subplot.
yknow. The subplot where the kids decide the man who raised them isnt their real dad because the wifebeater boinked their mom before he started beating her and eventually got her killed.
dotc is a wonferful arc adn the best in the whole sries. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee
That all said! Moonkitti didn't miss. She thoroughly gutted Clear Sky's lie and covers most of what's especially rancid about Bumble's treatment. I especially love the sentiment she had in pointing out, "Bumble hated no one; and everyone hated her."
It's a great video, she's been working on it for weeks and it shows. This is yet another victory for the BUMBLE BATTALION. Soon we will invade England and take Harper Collins by force
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nyxhiems · 2 months ago
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Cw/ I stereotype brits so much in this story, mantion of colonization and also i talk shit abt eel jelly in this fic, if you are a fan of eel jelly im sorry (especially abt your shity taste in cuisine). Still learn english so idk if this fic is readable (my passion to learn english almost vanish the moment i learn the existence of eel jelly).
Since 141 is brits (yes Johnny you r scottish but Scotland is still part of uk and i still gonna stereotype you for this fic) and im southeast asian and consider my self as someone with mid level space tolerance... suddenly thinking abt the first time high spice tolerance! reader cook for the boys.
The first time they saw you in thr kitchen, they got ecstatic. You gonna cook for them and from the smell they know the food gonna be good. But when they try it... The food just too spicy for them, Kyle practically run to the fridge to get milk and Simon just mumbling abt met the angel of death (hes fine. He just a drama queen).
"What kind of spice you put in the food?," John ask. You roll your eyes when Johnny said something abt shit from hell.
"Its mostly garlic, turmeric, and several type of pepper. Its isnt spicy at all."
"I hate to inform you but pepper is spicy."
"Depends. Black pepper isnt."
"Its is."
"Stop try argue abt spices with me, Simon. You brits colonized half the world for spices but cant stomach one."
"We sell it. Not eat it."
"Shame on you and your eel jelly."
John who just done drink half jug of milk suddenly say "Whats wrong with eel jelly?"
"John. Whats right abt it?"
"Well, its edible."
"Its looks like vomit."
"Still edible."
"Spices also edible."
"Too spicy to be edible."
"You probably say salt is spicy."
Johnny who looks like his soul just came back from his trip to another universe (bless him) chipin "It could be."
"Johnny, sorry to inform you but theres a problem with your taste buds"
"You the one who have problem with your tast buds. How can you say that food isnt spicy?"
"Im not a bitch and you just have shit taste in food."
They still eat it tho. And you make different food for them with less spices (much for your own dismay). Your ancestors almost crawl back up from the grave because of it... Its fine as long as the boys enjoy your cook.
(You try to add more spices to their food slowly to build their spice tolerance. Dont tell them)
....
Accidentally erased a word from my phone keybord. Im crying.
"Probably" looks so funny to me. I almost thought its isnt a real word. Its not the reason i erase it tho. The reason i erase it 100% because my finger is faster than my brain.
If you ask where kyle after he run for the milk? Legend say he still in front of the fridge. Devour all your icecream.
Edit : feel bad to stereotype brits but i got piss of by eel jelly so much felt like i got historcal flashback abt brits killed my ancestors.
Edit: its a shame that brits choose british museums as "souvenirs" for their colonial era. Not food. Maybe thats why London sky looks depressing... because the ppl isnt happy enough, because the food looks like a prison camp food.
Now i talk shit abt brits too much but their food is a fucking crime to society especially to the nation that they colonize.
Edit: just found of of stargazy pie.
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crazylittlejester · 2 months ago
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Thank you for the Warriors info 🙏 I will gladly listen to anything you wish to share, whether hc or not bc I literally know nothing about him I just know I love him lol
You have just unleashed a beast and a yapper, my apologies this might be a Lot (also my bad for spelling mistakes im dyslexic)
so this is Warriors to ME:
- I hc he came from a small village and that his native language isn’t Hyrulian Common (english), but instead portuguese. Proxi speaks for him in his game, and I hc the reason she does this is because War wasn’t really able to speak for himself since he was still learning the language and trying to get the Castletown (british) accent down so he could blend in better. A lot of pressure was put on him when he was marked hero (canon) and a war broke out because a sorceress fell in love with him (canon), so it makes sense to me that he’d do his best to blend in and fit the image of the perfect hero as best as he could
- I hc he has naturally dark brown curly hair that he dyes blond and freckles and a couple scars on his face that he covers to help keep that perfect image of the hero. There’s so much pressure on him to be beautiful since a war was started over someone being in love with him (which I think has a lot of parallels to Helen of Troy), so he feels the need to look like the ‘old heroes’. In his game the heroes who show up as statues are Young OOT Link and Skyward Sword Link (plus Wolf Link, but he is a wolf), and since Time is further down on the timeline than Sky I hc War’s era probably looks to HIM as like. A great magnificent hero, so War feels pressure to look like Time
- I know Jojo said it’s not canon in LU, but I hc Mask (Time) and Tune (Wind) WERE present in the war, with Mask being 10-12 and Tune being 17 (so Wind went through LU first and THEN the war). I hc the war lasted 3 years, and Warriors was 17-20 during it, making him roughly 27/28 now in present tense LU. Taking care of Mask and Tune were like the only things keeping him sane, because he HAD to take care of two kids younger than him and taking care of THEM forced him to take care of himself
- I hc he has a lot of issues with his identity because he’s “valued” only as someone he ISNT because he created this fake version of himself to survive. He had to become what was expected of him because so many people disliked him because they thought he should’ve just been handed over to Cia, so he let himself be molded into what he perceived people wanted. He lets himself be viewed as an idiot flirt with a perfect straight smile because he’s scared if hes anything else he wont be liked anymore
- I hc he’s actually a very quiet person. He literally doesn’t speak ever in his game. Other Links don’t either, but they at least have like dialogue options you can choose but Warriors doesn’t even have that. Proxi just speaks for him always. I hc he’s a very private person, because so much of his life has been public and he hasn’t had much that’s within his actual control. He likes being able to have his own things that are just for him
- I hc he keeps a journal that’s like every single thought he’s ever had. He needs it to keep his brain organized, but he’s also a huge history nerd to me so he writes down things he learns about the eras he visits
- I hc he has a lot of trust issues because of the turncoats (canon from his game), and it takes a lot for him to fully trust anyone. I agree with the widely popular hc that a lot of people have tried to kill him before by sending assassins, so to me he has some issues with food because he’s nervous about poisons. I hc he has oranges as a safe food because the peel keeps the fruit “protected”. hes aware oranges can technically still be poisoned but his brain like IRRATIONALLY depends on them because him convincing himself that oranges will always be safe is the only thing keeping him sane
- i hc he’s someone who’s love language used to be physical touch. a hug or a shoulder pat are easier to convey how he’s feeling with than words are, but the war and cia and everything he went through took that from him for a long time. hes slowly relearning touch is safe again, but its something hes not great with. he is not someone who can be touched without warning, especially if he doesn’t see the person coming. he’s very cuddly tho, when hes in the right mood for it and when he feels safe to do so
- i hc he has temperature regulation issues because volga burned him and you cannot sweat through burn scars, so he gets overheated pretty easily when its hot out (and so does wild). i also hc he’s someone who doesnt like the cold very much
- he’s a very sweet, gentle person to me who’s just been traumatized by everything he’s been through. he’s terrified to lose anyone else right in front of his eyes, and thats why he snapped at wild for being reckless. his fear just manifests as anger initially. to me he DOES get overwhelmed, but because hes a soldier and its been drilled into him if he stops to cry for every man that dies he’ll be soon to join them, he often pushes everything down and deals with it after the fact. so he can make it through a battle and through seeing his friend’s terribly injured, but the second he’s alone and its all over he just crashes (i wrote a whole post analyzing how he reacted to twilight being injured and how i believe he genuinely prepared himself for twilight to die so he would be able to cope with that grief so he could be there to help the others, and then when twi DIDNT die he was emotionally fucked up because he’d started grieving already and didnt know how to feel and was a bit off for a bit)
anyways…. *wet cough* im sorry this was a lot, i have more i can say my head just hurts a bit lmao. i’ve written a lot of fics about him analyzing him tho if you are interested in any of those:
Love, Me Normally is about him and his identity issues and how he perceives himself (i also have more like this one in my whumptober collection)
You’re A Part Of Me is my major War centric series
i also have a “jes headcanons” tag on my blog which will have more of my thoughts on War in there, and I talk about him a lot so there’s more of my mad rambling on this blog if you want more. im also down to yap more about specific things 😭
thanks for enabling me ✨
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beemochi-art · 4 months ago
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ok wait hang on- about the skystar situation;
Sky being a representation of everything he left behind, an unwanted reminder of everything he left and burnt to the ground
sky was the best part of a bad situation but that didnt mean theyr relationship was healthy, just the least bad in a really bad situation
idk what stars current situation with the decepticons is in your au but if its anything like i think it is (abuse) then i see him as desperately trying to escape from one hell hole to another thinking that things would finally be better
but it isnt, and sky is back and with him everything he tried to bury in ash and cinder
sky isnt doing well either, waking up to a dead planet and a several million long civil war that ruined said planet would fuck up anyone
i wonder if sky just wasnt fully aware of stars mental state when they were in uni, they developed a sort of co-dependency to cope with the harassment and mistreatment they experienced daily, so it became normal, but i doubt there was any real trust, at least in stars mind
when sky “died”, he tried to find him, tried to get help, but when the doors were slammed in his face and charges were pressed against him, the weight that held back his rage let loose, sky was gone so there was no reason to hold onto this impossible dream, just burn it all and forget it ever happened
(Quick warning, this my Starscream’s Whole back story plus current stuff, I think it’s relevant so we can better find a place for skyfire.)
So in my au, Starscream was built for military purposes only. Made to fight. Seekers/ The high Guard, once trained and battle ready weren’t allowed to speak with normal cybertronians or allowed to even live in the city/roam it. Seeks have certain parts of them damaged or removed so they always will be different. He had no option to be his own person or even to rise above his ranks. Though he was a very talented flier, far better then the others, he’d be punished for over achieving. Just be the same copy paste model like the others. Starscream only knew the seekers and viewed everyone else as oppressors.
Cybertron currently had no wars and the seekers were sitting around collecting dust. The council decided that the seeker project was ultimately an unnecessary one and waisted resources. So they made plans to offline all of them. But they had to be smart about it. If the seekers knew they would be offlined they’d surely fight. The council constructed a plan to strip them of their weapons and put them through a press so none of them could fly and escaped.
Starscream being suspicious of higher ups having to relinquish their weapons for “maintenance”. Star hid his weapons. When they were taken to the facility to be offlined it was Star’s intuition that made him realize they were there to be slaughtered. He made a plan with the seekers who were with him to make their escape, and hopefully others would follow.
Starscream led the attack. The other groups of seekers followed and fought back. Even though they didn’t have weapons, they are still a highly train military unit. Most of those overseeing the execution were killed. And the facility burned to a crisp. The whole plan was a completely failure for the senate. The seekers went undercover in Kaon, where they made starscream their leader.
Starscream is a very look out for his own kind of guy. The seeker troops are his main concern while skywarp, Thundercrackers and a couple other bots are like family, to others he is just awful too, young and old. When Megatron came around starting the decepticon movement Starscream followed, with believe it or not, no intention of betrayal yet. He was second in command and was equal if not above others. It wasn’t until later when the war started to notice something with Megatron, he begun treating the seekers as expendable, sure there was a lot of them but it was concerning to starscream. Their numbers began to drop. Star begun to resent Megatron, he could be doing a much better job. When their planet was now inhabitable because of the war Starscream’s hatred grew. Still he didn’t have it in him to go up against Megatron.
It wasn’t until Star’s whole life got turned upside down, like a softball hitting the windshield of a McLaren. He was carrying a sparkling. That was something no seeker should be able to do, no cybertronian for that matter because their planet lacked the allspark. He took full advantage of the situation and could practically do and say whatever. He wasn’t really planning on raising it either. Plenty of others begged for it once the little thing was born. He changed his mind once she was born tho. She had to come out early because of an injury Star got in battle. Star fell for Slipstream, he never knew he was capable of love anyone so much. He’d give her anything even if it meant others would suffer. Of course he still took advantage of all the people who wanted to be a free babysitter.
But that wasn’t the only knew feelings. As Slipstream grew up and Star began to train her for battle, but the idea of her fighting made him sick. Trying to toughen her up when she just wanted to play or training her to run on little fuel and refusing her when she cried. It was killing him. He had to act like he didn’t like her too, other cons would take advantage of his new weakness.
Finally when she was ready, she started going on missions. When she came back very injured Star couldn’t pretend like he didn’t care about her. Megatron seemed indifferent to his and her suffering. Starscream used to believe that the over arching thing all transformers are made to do is fight. But now, he didn’t want Slipstream to fight, she didn’t deserve to be apart of this big mess.
So Star plotted. He found his opportunity to betray Megatron and take his rightful place as leader. It stayed like that for only a little while. Megatron came back. He was injured but was more furious. He gave Star one chance to step down and to keep his life. But Starscream opted for the other path, he would fight Megatron for leader. Star wasn’t just doing it for himself but mostly Slipstream to have a better life.
Star lost the fight. Megatron had pinned him to the thrown and began to punch and didn’t plan to stop till he got tired. Slipstream got in between the fight which made most of the cons jump. Megatron felt the little bit of empathy. He stopped but threw Starscream’s badly into the hole (a claustrophobic place Star goes when he’s bad.) and said if he wants to live he’ll come out of there. Star was expected to heal himself, but he really couldn’t. The injury Star sustained to his face was head spitting Invincible levels of bad. Knockout would heal him in secret.
When Star came back he’s has gotten incredibly good at groveling and acting pathetic. He’s stripped of his second in command position and ranks as high as Skywarp. All the seekers still view him as their leader though. Even if it’s not on the books.
This is where Star is now.
So! Where can Skyfire fit in all this? I’m not sure.
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fictionfixations · 2 months ago
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3.3 update (playing through it)
was so scared it was a day earlier because my internet was out for 16 hours but it came back a few hours ago so YIPPEE
i also wouldve probably been late anyway playing games w/ my friend if not for them having a headache so oop
anyway
PHAINON NEXT PATCH LETS GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO also they havent drip marketed whose the other person next patch right?
THERES MULTIPLAYER MODE??
oh its for seal slammers LMAO i was so confused like??? CO OP!?!?!???!
doing hyacines trial rn i think shes cute but i dont think shes really for me (also i like aventurine i dont wanna switch him out even if theres a better alternative for my team. also im saving for phainon)
animations are very very pretty
wait theres only two more coreflames we gotta get? i know people were being like lmao you sure at hyacine in the trailer when shes like the flame chase journey is almost over but like
.....so wait we get the sky titan now, boss for aquila
no idea about kephale but there was that cutscene with phainon at the end
typo
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STOP
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i never remember how cipher sounds, she has a unique voice imo i just never can remember it when im reading out like her dialogue (shes texting us rn so not voiced ofc)
are we getting flame reaver already???
im unsure but mem said its a familiar presence and to be careful...
NOOO ITS A PIECE OF BLACK FABRIC
WHAT THE FUCK
are you drunk
lmao mem just went 'what.'
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??? WHY IS HE MEOWING
ITS CIPHER
girlie dont tempt it hes gonna come after you like bitch how dare you impersonate me im gonna kill you lol (I DID pause during the trailer i SAW THAT ONE SCENE THAT MAKES ME THINK MMMMMMMMMMM CIPHER........)
'couldnt pass the chance to give us a good scare' you do know this is the dude who killed trianne right
also 'reminding us that amphoreus isnt safe' like ah yes remind us of that time we faced off against the flame reaver with us, cas, and trianne, and we hardly stood a chance without anaxa interrupting with the power of a titan. wouldnt say i count the other time too considering mydei who had the power of a titan (after the trial) had interrupted as well
like im sure we're strong in our own right but man..... i dont know man
im taking this too seriously sob
wait but was that cloth actually from the flame reaver or was it a fake??? her dialogue is very vague
also in the first place how the fuck is the flame reaver continuing to lose parts of his cloak like hello ????
sir i really dont think that helps you not be noticed
what if 'petty change' refers to like coins, because im thinking of coins as like cents right and like in small quantities dont really matter
but what if that applies to like cipher's coins? fuck i already forgor but i think she used them to transport us to places. i might be wrong. like what if it gets knocked out of her hands somehow, shes trying to reach for it and she dies before she can?
i wonder if that makes sense. bare with me i might write nonsensical things because im gonna get progressively more tired as i play through it, but i just like playing it all in one sitting its a preference
wtf
lygus you..?!?!?!
youre like the worst kind of neutral the fuck like oh yeah you stay neutral but you also just dont do shit ??? im thinking i was right to have misgivings about you last patch but i worried i was being too mean so i deleted those thoughts
bruh.....
'hope to offer a peaceful solution' you say after people surround dan heng with ill intent like wow. sure.
what do you mean you 'remain neutral'
if you knew that people will ill intent towards someone and you brought them over to where you knew they were in an attempt to convince them to no longer support the flame chase journey, then dont do shit dont even warn us as they come out when we refuse then the fuck you mean youre neutral?
do you think that because you offered to help us leave that that means youre supporting us, and that by not informing us of the other people youre supporting them, and thus you are neutral on both sides?
id rather you not even do anything at all in that case cause that means i just cant trust you. at all.
im actually so pissed off
CUTSCENE????
BUT NOT REALLY
wHAT
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?? are you having nightmares about the flame reaver
i wasnt entirely sure but also like that reminds me of the cutscene back when we were fighting flame reaver and he was aiming for mydei's back cause i also paused to take a better look at what was going on in that cutscene
and also because it said we were back to the grove of epiphany and hearing phainon reminded me that he asked us to train with him
so it made no sense for flame reaver to be there. to me at least. especially with what phainon was saying
oh 'battling the phantoms of the past in the river of time' so its like flame reaver but not the real one just a recreation from a past battle
ah so not really a nightmare
AAAAAAAAAAA i cant wait to walk around as phainon. sorry hes my favorite out of all the chrysos heirs
this is only contributing more to the idea that elysia or well cyrene is related to mem in some way (i always remember elysia first and then the hsr name of cyrene)
?? that looks just like you wtf
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crazy.
what the fuck are cleaners
how was this not mentioned in the special program tf
wait this is worse
lygus was working with cleaners, who are literally assassins targetting the chrysos heirs??? yeah sure explain to me how thats 'neutral' SUREEE
caenis the fuck happened to your humanity i thought you wanted 'good' for the people of okhema, or at least thats what you claimed
tf
you would harm a child. just because she was kind to a chrysos heir
like excuse me children are young they can learn and you just look at that and think no whats the point, lets just torture her because she happened to meet a chrysos heir
wowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww
'if you were blind, deaf, and mute, would you still be the aglaea of today' yeah bitch id shoot you the middle finger. take my hands away ill spit at you and throw up on you. take that away ill fucking shit on you dont test me ill rebel all i want you mf
sorry i iike have so much pent up anger at caenis but im just trying to speed past any scenes containing her because i just cant give a fuck
anyway all this means is that the people of okhema are gonna hate you now like bitch you so fucking salty you wont even listen to what won in a DEMOCRATIC VOTE???????
?? is this why aglaea is rerunning this patch? (I think)
cifera?
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is this the past? aglaea has more emotion in her voice and cipher sounds younger
oh cifera is cipher
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whats with all these hints that bartholos might be a fake
'isnt that my' 'isnt that the controller for a hand of zagreus'
thinking i missed lore about who tf bartholos actually is
holy shit so much reading
OKAY uh
its about like. the black tide reaching styxia and like. um. more shit happening but i ngl cant remember what would cause something like that? like its been glowing? ???
i am so confused
IS THAT A FUCKING SCARAB *breathes in and out* sorry i just suddenly remembered genshin searching for scarabs to level up a character (it might not be idk its been awhile since ive seen them)
oh is it like a bug
like an actual bug but also the bug that listens into shit?? damn
hysilens
?? aglaea are you gay for her or is it like a she showed you how to be free and shit like that and you admired her for being able to do that or something something
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so aglaea wasnt always blind, it just seems to be a thing that came with her being a demigod and/or being one for a very long time
i cant believe aglaea is saying her last words but her form is a bug like dude..
huh so bartholos is zagreus???
LMAO not her threatening a literal titan
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im unhappy that aglaea's dead what do you mean it was the cleaners
like sorry man i hate caenis so much that i cant even accept the explanation
i cant even take the cleaners seriously
im sure it started with good will but well theyre evil assholes now so like whatever
i think i just find it bullshit because 1 its fucking caenis and also the cleaners we heard no mention of beforehand but sure ill accept it
also i dont think i got that attached to aglaea actually so whoops my bad
i just. hadnt really formed much of an opinion of her. so. whoops. at this point im just angry man.
STOPPPPP this might actually get me dude....
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sorry you uh your body fell off into the baths right in front of everyone...
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i see. so it was planned.
phainon described the flame reaver's sword to chartonus and that was the kind of sword he wanted???
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fuck dude
i still havent seen the cutscenes from the trailer and we also havent even gone to fight aquila yet
man it feels like. so much has already happened wtf
its only been like an hour
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oh my god theyre disappearing after they say their words in the image
is he.. actually hearing them?
i dont know
im sad.
no its his imagination
im still sad.
MYDEIIIII
he looks more like himself in comparison to the others in the previous one. because hes still here? i mean cas is too technically but uh also kinda not?
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GAY
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IS THAT CYRENE
she sounds so much like mem
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and the change in the background when cyrene comes and when she disappears its still like that instead of the blue sky of before
im using so many screenshots im gonna hit the limit but i like to show all the cgs as well as changes to it
'i cant sing as well as miss hysilens' who is that?
i swear in one of the videos for amphoreus showing the chrysos heirs there was one we still havent met yet right?
i might be wrong
ciphers gonna die isnt she
im so glad this is a good ancestor who isnt like prejudiced or something man
oh theres multiple
DAMN
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so hysilen took over the ocean titan
and the mountain dweller. sounds familiar cant remember. was it that one person mydei mentioned way back in.......... im unsure, i think maybe when he and phainon were conversing before mydei did his trial or something like that? i forget.
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???!?!?! SEAL SLAMMERS MENTION
tutorial made it seem more complicated but its not that hard i just panic with a lot of text on screen for tutorials cause ilke uh huh ill definitely remember that
sorry i havent been typing much ive been focusing
lmao
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me: uses feixiao's technique to go speed past the bridge
aquila: haha no bridge for you
GUYS.............................
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my dumbass setting the wrong team going into aquila so just sitting through the story trying to get past it so i can change my team
like do i look like i need two sustains
....maybe
if that sounds off its because my dumbass accidentally deleted what i originally wrote explaining what happened and me trying to type again what i already wrote just gets a downgrade in quality
off topic but i havent been lagging at all during cutscenes LETS GOOO
also so great to make it to phase 2 and immediately have a character die because my dumbass was holding off on using ults until phase 2 for maximum damage
man this would be such a different story if i had cas because global passive LMAOOO
also goddamn phainon
ive really just been lagging when i run too fast and load too much of the map at once
if dan heng is saying anything sorry im not paying attention im trying to focus on the battle
...aglaea.
okay thats aquila down
theres still not the cutscene of dan heng il, flame reaver, cipher uh down, tribbie doll, and the shot of phainon at the end......
im so stressed
I KNEW WE WERE GONNA LOSE HER BRACELET MAN GAHHH
and thats the shot of phainon hitting the ground. i forgot about that until it just happened
also fuck man hearing her voice again recalling her prophecy and yeah she did.
she definitely did.
not the kind of gold we thought. i know some people were theorizing like oh like golden blood
ngl cant remember what the 'gold' down there is, i think its been referred to as like aquila's divinity but also like lava or something?? regardless it is still gold, though perhaps not the golden blood of aglaea's that we thought it was originally
phainon....
oh my god we're fighting again
HOLY SHIT THATS COOL
also cool we were meant to lose there okay LMAO
we got the cutscene of phainon going 'i am the blazing sun, destined to rise' with his sword
but damnn hyacine
that was cool as fuck wth
also vocal music in the background
huh
so glad im not absolutely getting my ass beat in this boss fight but thats also because i have hyacine here otherwise id be fucked, and additionally because of the extra heal story-wise hyacine is giving us (like yknow how in phantylia's boss you can do the thing once it builds to have like dan heng il there and do an attack? idk what the name of it is but its that in this fight but with hyacine healing)
sorry im like not reading whats being said at all oopsie the animations are so cool
okay so that cutscene lagged, cant believe hyacine gets the hella cool cutscenes LMAOOO (i get it though, its like one of the last coreflames we gotta get and kephale i dont think we're fighting??)
also i think i briefly saw dan heng boutta use cloudhymn(?) magic? i forget the name i think its something like that. like uhh the orb he has in dan heng il
oh shit now we gotta see ciphers pov
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..........
....is phyton phainon 😭
oh my god im so tired that tripped me up so bad i forgot how to spell phainon and kept spelling phaethon NOO i thought i got over mixing up the names
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and its the flame reaver...
not the way cipher is making him seem less like a threat but im also pretty sure she may die so like HMM
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i love how ciphers va is doing cipher shes so like.. unhinged
but that also might be the stress and panic of flame reaver being there that she sounds kinda like that like WOO adrenaline pumping
also the fuck is up with the flame reaver's voice?
its like single words or words in parts but like. before bruh was like 'three slashes will be enough' or some shit
???
dude i bet phainon's va was having so much fun (kudos to their performance i really enjoyed it!) LMAO .... the theory that flame reaver is phainon though.... interesting interaction? i mean i know theyve fought before but this is one on one.
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'*Dolos profanity*' LMAOOO NOT THE BEEP
LMAO also oh fuck fighting flame reaver
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its her in different colors
'slacking cipher. focused cipher. enraged cipher.'
I TOLD YOU
I TOLD YOU!!!!
where the fuck is my prediction about cipher's prophecy idfk i wrote so much oh my god
flame reaver takes her coin 'petty change', she goes back to get it and it leads to her death
AGHHHHHHH
i mean we couldve probably been able to tell considering in that moment she no longer has the upperhand and also shes dead in another cutscene so ..
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god.. her eyes. dont have a light anymore.
cipher begging aglaea to say something hurts dude ohh my god you dont need to drag it out this long hoyo please im begging
SHE SAID SOMETHING
ciphers smiling light in her eyes reaching her hand out to grab aglaea's that reached out to her and told her that she saved them all
PLEASE dont cut to her dead PLEASEEEEEE dont cut to her lifeless body im gonna lose it if it does AGHHHHH
FUCK YOU HOYOVERSE
IMUISHFUISHUFAJ
oh god and the bug she saw with the golden tint of aglaea's wasnt her at all it was just a normal bug that happened to be there
AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
I DONT WANNA BE SAD OVER THEM
anyway sky turned red. thats another part from the trailer. ah. so cipher died so now the lie she made has now become undone with no one to hold it up anymore
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................ is amphoreus a simulation
????? ..stares at honkai impact 3rd
stares at honkai star rail
...if its not clear hi3 has simulations. and a lot of people pull from hi3 when talking about hsr specifically amphoreus considering there were also like the flame chasers in hi3
is this a simulation???? why point out the building thats see through and be like ??? never seen that before and then move on
im. so fucking suspicious
especially with what flame reaver was talking about
MYDEIII
i can see how it pains phainon to turn and go instead of fight but he also understands
its still not over.....
'leave this to castorice and me (mydei)'
i cant remember all the shots but we're still missing that one with the tribbie doll
agh.....
chartonus....
DAN HENG?????
...........................god if this is a simulation, everyone dies, us and phainon come back to a reset and its like just-- '..what?'
actually what role does march play in this is my question... cause theres that thing going on with her.. aghh
LETS GOOO DAN HENG IL
PHAINON PLEASE
actually wait what if we both get brought back to the astral express we're like ?? the fuck no we're coming back and we come back and everythings reset
oh thatd be fuckedd
...trinnon..
mydei......
can i stop playing, can i just like. go. read some no trauma au of amphoreus where we're all happy adniusjfhiufh
HERTA
whats an emperor's scepter
i was boutta throw hands worried it was gonna end there but no its ok
what the fuck happened to your name
well i know phainon isnt your real name but..
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IS THAT CYRENE
i..
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AND THATS WHERE IT ENDS
FUCKKK
OH MY GOD PHAINON LEFT A MESSAGE
my
my heart is breaking
i hit the image limit so im gonna type it all out
bare with me for any typos
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Phainon's Message
"If it was Mydeimos standing here... He would be wiser and more capable than me, right?" - After Aglaea departed, these words wouldn't stop echoing in my head. It was something I couldn't escape from, and also something I absolutely refused to utter. How could I be worthy of my comrades and allies' trust? What right have I to stand upon her shoulders and guide others? These questions remain unanswered. But there is no time for doubt. The first enemy the "Dawnmaker" must vanquish is the hesitation and sorrow that have shadowed me this far. That's why I resolved to aid you during your return. Even if it incomprehensible, even if this means I must impose my will on you, I have to see it done. Because the promise of the Era Nova is unclear, to you, who came from beyond Amphoreus, its influence cannot be predicted... After I cleansed my doubt, I find that this is the right decision, born from the depths of my heart. The prophecy claimed that only one person can reach the final end of the Era Nova. Please forgive me for stealing your chance to witness the miracle. My friend, it's because of the prophecies made by Lady Tribbie that the Chrysos Heirs made it to today... And so, even if we must face the scenes from the promised age, I cannot risk bringing you with me. Thinking back, maybe the only thing I did right in this life is choosing to trust you, and becoming friends with you all. I faintly feel that, perhaps, the greatest miracle of Amphoreus isn't so much the secrets hidden within the Vortex of Genesis... but rather the instant you and Dan Heng descended from the sky. You are the hero of my heart, [Trailblazer]. If the next life comes to pass, no matter what I become... I will make sure the world remembers the miracle of the Trailblaze. But... I mean... If you don't approve of my solitary decision and plans to create a new path with myself, toward a future that no one could imagine... - You'll always find a way to break the rules, right?
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things to note. 'even if this means i must impose my will on you' and there was that line he said about theres a line between a [something] hero and a tyrant that can be easily passed or something i think prob from aglaea first
i wanted to mention another curious thing but i forgot, ghhh its really late for me
what if i cry
i.....
what do i do now..
it acnt just end there cmon dont be shy give us the next update ill stay up all night if i have to
dude.
i...
oh my god.
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ferrocyan · 21 days ago
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tart boss battle time wheee thanks @nongunktional for the tag! no worries everyone this fight isnt so hard its just kind of a pain in the ass. and uhh (checks back after writing it all down) really long apparently
you engage her in battle in limsa lominsa, but when it starts she teleports you to somewhere in coerthas. a bright hilltop clearing under the morning sun. she treats it as nothing more than a sparring match, giving compliments for good play and encouragement when you fail mechanics. she does two alternating major mechanics: the first is a mix of puddles and line aoes which go off four times, and after the introduction she adds exaflares going from east to west which must be avoided at the same time; the second is a light party split where one receives a 4-person stack, and the other has to bait single target damage from the boss, two players standing the closest and two that are furthest. you cant overlap those or you die. the stack gives a minor vuln so ideally youre meant to switch which party does the stack and baits, but the aoes and flares afterwards can make the positioning hard to execute so with enough mits you can manage having the same baiters every time. she will laugh at the melees like "aww you like me that much? :3c". periodically gives out shared tankbusters and raidwide with dots (can be esuna'd) for good measure ("dont you wish you can just shake them off ;3c") as she nears 50% hp the sky grows darker and darker, and at the halfway point lightning strikes her. she falls
the weather turns into a thunderstorm, and out of her body comes out two shadowy figures. fray and elemosyne, add phase begins. fray does line aoes and spreads, elemosyne does half room cleaves and pairs. simple but fast. their aoes give heavy dots that can stack if you get hit, so yknow. dont. fray viciously shittalks you while elemosyne hums something in a cipher (if you solve it, theyre just begging for their life) when one gets killed their aoes grows bigger, so try to take fray down first since ele will take nearly the entire arena. when theyre both killed, the storm clears up and turns into a light snowfall
tart gets back up, apologizing for the interruption, and the earlier phase resumes. this time her tankbusters change into two cleaves, and when the party fails mechanics three times, it triggers a single tankbuster that MUST be invulned. its not survivable otherwise, so either play consistently or hope holmgang is off cooldown lol. during the cast of the fourth set of aoes before baits, she will turn to face one of them, do a jump attack and turn it into a much larger persistent puddle on the ground. take care to avoid it!
at about 30% ice starts to spawn at the arena perimeter, they can be destroyed and the player that does gets a light element buff. it strengthens you and the boss, her attacks and raidwides do more damage the more buffs you collect. at four she starts to panic and beg you to stop, but the ice is spawning a quarter of the way into the arena and theyre in the way of avoiding aoes and baiting, so you have no other choice. when all eight players are buffed, her hp melts down and she dies
and gets back up again. the weather turns into a blizzard and tart gets a new, monstrous winged form. three wings on the left, and two larger ones on the right side of the body, and one sprouting out of her eye socket. the clue is in the numbers: dps and healers have to bait left wing attacks, tanks will bait the right, stronger wings. the left attacks give vulns that last a loooong time, so rotate who takes them carefully. there are checkerboard aoes to avoid in the meantime just to keep the party on their toes. when that resolves, towers appear. a light party stack, then a single tower and a pair tower and one person gets a spread marker (so they dont take a tower) and repeat from the wings. theyre divided by roles, and each player has to take every kind of tower or else get debuffed. tbh the mechanic resolves itself so no worries, but theres a funny thing where tanks will get a spread and still have to take a tower anyway bc fuck you. think of it as a tankbuster substitute ;3 also resolving the towers correctly will deal heavy dark-aspected damage to the boss, so that makes things even easier!
when she runs out of hp, darkness takes over the arena, the blizzard ceases, the sky clears up into a starry night. tart stands in the middle, looking quite different from earlier. he pulls out an axe when you attack. presumably, he has the same mechanics as post-add phase, but no one can be sure if theres nothing new he does bc his hp melts so fast. but of course its not over. the arena changes from coerthas into a golden, star-patterned platform, and tart changes out of his black suit and axe into white armor and twinblades. his aoe casts are much much faster now. every third cast he marks each player and dashes to them for single target damage, except the last hit which must be shared in a pair with the first target. they then have to move immediately from that section of the platform, bc it will fall on the next second. and heres the fucked up part: tart appears to glitch out occassionally, and theres a 50/50 chance every attack the party does will not reduce his hp. for gauge generation purposes the attacks are still counted as landing, they just hit a shield and did nothing. the one exception is dots (bards are suddenly mandatory, game balance is in shambles,) so its pretty clear that the intended resolution is to make him destroy the entire arena. funny positioning tricks will let the final pairs of his marked targets destroy two sections at once, but yknow. watch out lmao. as the available space to spread gets tighter, mitigation and healing requirements go up too. fun for everyone. with only one platform left, he tells you "it has to happen eventually," and laughs softly. everyone falls as the platform is completely destroyed
the last arena is entirely dark, and tart is nothing but a shadow in the middle. he alternates between light party stacks and pair spreads that resolve between half room and line aoes. every party member has a debuff called "remembrance" with descending timers, each about eight seconds apart. when the time runs out, you have to take damage, which turns remembrance into "severed", another debuff that last 3 seconds and will halve the players hp when it runs out. healers watch out. when someone dies theyll get remembrance again after revival and have to resolve it a second time. but once the original debuff timers all run out, tart begins casting enrage, "abyssal claim". if theres a single person who still has remembrance at enrage, the party respawns at coerthas, and tart thanks you all, and you have to redo the fight from that point. either wipe on purpose or get to the last phase, and make sure no one remembers this time. thats the only way to finally kill him.
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harpval · 3 months ago
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HI SO ACTUALLY NOW ISNT THE TIME TO FLOOD MY FYP W HUNGER GAMES ANGST. Anyways, Rin Itoshi?
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You gaze into the eyes of the boy you once knew. The world falling into a foreign quiet around you. You feel so at peace it puts you on edge. Your comrades asleep scattered about the old space, a bunker that was graciously lent to you for rest so you may survive the night to continue your advances.
His eyes were tired, yet entrancing as ever. The color of teal you’ve only ever seen in one another person—his brother. Framed by dark eye bags from lack of sleep, nights of torture. His cheekbones hollowed but filling in as the days go by. You wonder what he endured, but whatever it was is a force that doesn’t allow you to get to close. If you’d like to continue living, that is.
You’ve seen his strength, his agility. He’s surpassed even his brother. But to feel that pressure digging into your vocal box, feeling the blood rush to your head as the boy you once knew stared into your eyes with a killer’s gaze. Nothing short of horrific.
Thanks to the rebel medical team, you’ve made a speedy recovery and are back in the field.
He remains cuffed to a metal pole, his arms around it in an unintentional embrace.
He stares. Continuously, his lips cracked and slightly parted as if he had something to say though no words come out.
There’s a flicker in his eyes, something new from the day he almost took your life. Part of you wishes he’d succeeded, you wouldn’t have to endure anymore pain, anymore suffering. You would’ve died to someone who truly loved you, maybe.
“You should sleep.” You break the silence, swallowing words unsaid.
“No,” his voice cuts through the silence. A sorry attempt for a whisper. “You’ll,” he cuts himself off and shakes his head, tapping his forehead into the metal pole. Not hard enough for you to have to wake someone, but enough to make his eyes screw shut and his nose wrinkle. “You’ll kill me.”
To this your throat tightens.
“I won’t.”
“You’re a monster, you’re a killer-“ he breathes heavily, inhaling sharply as his breaths come out shaky and strained. You can only watch as he shifts uncomfortably. Your fingers itch to reach out, to cup his face in your hands and tell him it’s okay. You want him to look at you the way he used to.
Another silence settles over the two of you, encasing you in your own bubble away from your comrades. At least one of them are awake, listening to your interaction, ready to intervene.
You feel his eyes on you, longer than necessary. You don’t meet his gaze, your jaw tensing and relaxing. He’d been made into a weapon with a specific target in mind: you.
“How can I trust you?” He speaks up, his voice on the brink of breaking into either screams or cries. Your eyes flicker up, and you’re met with the little boy you once knew who’d follow his brother everywhere and cry over everything.
You fumble for a response, eyes shutting as you try to burn the image of him as a child out of your head.
“I don’t know,” your voice comes out quiet. Akin to a mouse. “I don’t know.” You echo, choking back your own tears. You hadn’t cried in a long time, not genuinely. Only empty tears without a source
You still feel his eyes on you, urging you to meet them. You do, brows drawn together as your gaze rakes over his features once more.
“I know you, though.” You mutter. He seems to perk up.
“What do you mean?”
Your lips set into a line as you contemplate, pondering for the right words. The truth is, you can’t put it into words. How much he means to you, the way your heart is overflowing with him. How it always has. Your heart was never truly yours.
“Your favorite season is autumn. You like the chilly weather.” You watch the tensed muscles in his jaw relax, his gaze softens. “Your favorite color is blue, specifically the blue you’d see in the sky.”
A beat of silence.
“Your favorite animal is owls.” Your voice trails off to a mumble.
His attention falls to the floor at that. His head tapping against the metal support he’s chained to, eyes screwed shut before his movements slowed—his tensed posture slowly relaxing as his head finally leans against the pole. Hair hanging over his face, concealing his expression. You longed to reach out and brush that hair away from his eyes.
“Your favorite season is the summer.” His tone comes out, uncharacteristically soft, nearly strained as if he were the one who was choked to near death. “You said because it’s easier to hunt. And there’s more life to the world, right?”
You feel your brows crease involuntarily, and your head lifts slowly.
“Yeah, that’s right.” Your expression softens. He’s still in there, somewhere. That softness he’d always concealed so well —Now pushed deeper down to the depths of his soul, you’d spend forever reaching for it if you had to.
And so you will.
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A/N
Another chapter of blue blood is in the works I promise.
Not proofread. Sort of rushed. But this is my compensation for a delay in activity, as I have been swept up in the whirlwind of school.👎
If your favorite season isn’t summer then imagine your fave season and what you like about it 🗿 I sorr
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watching wemmbus uu the war vid
PLS PLS PLS I WANT ZAM TO DIE SO BAD (ik he doesnt)
“is this really how you wanna go out wemmbu?” I could write a senior project on zams tone of voice when he talks to wemmbu.
UGH ZAM WHAT JS WRONG WITH YOU WHY IS HE SUCH A GOOD VILLAIN HES ACTUALLY SO PSYCHOTIC I LOVE HIM SM UUGGGGHHHHHH
kind of crazy that zam actually has some moral high ground in that he values peoples deaths much more than wemmbu does, wemmbu doesnt hesitate to kill people and the deaths of others dont effect him much. zam on the other hand is actively disgusted by the idea of killing anyone unless he has to, he’ll imprison and torture and manipulate whoever gets in his way but he wont kill unless thats the only way to keep them away- like with wemmbu, zam isnt hesitating to threaten wemmbu and his teams actual lives because he knows that killing wemmbu is the only way to keep him away. but even as he threatens wemmbus teams lives, wemmbu just laughs because hes never cared as much as zam.
oh I’m really not normal abt how close zam was standing to him in that sceneeee
“pangi!! pangi 🥺🥺 help meee!! thats what you sound like.”
the visual of zam and his three guards fully maxed out standing in front of wemmbu tangled in cobwebs in half broken armour I wish I could draw :(
“is your plan to wait for my elytra to break— cause that might work imma be honest with you—“
omg pangiiiii :3333 (was watching the colour the world vod bevofre this I’m really pangi hyped rn)
holy shit loppezz! shes important later! I didnt know she was on zams guard originally ngl i feel like so many important side characters started as zams guard and then turn into invis mafia and then became their own independent people once the mafia disbanded (side note finding some straggling invis mafia who no longer have ash but keep the beliefs would be really cool)
what would win in a fight: a massive work of engineering genius designed to commit horrible destruction and acts of terrorism, or blac rok in sky
egg actually trolling 💀
ooo not egg saying the lesson wemmbu is still trying to learn a season and a half later
wemmbu and egg taking turns being freaky about each other
wemmbu and eggs relationship where they’re both comfortable splitting up and doing their own thing and meeting back up later is so refreshing coming from spokes dependancy on mapicc and total crash out without him
YES! ! ! BECOME WHAT YOU MOST FEAR! ! ! ! ! ! ! YOU ARE THE VILLAIN !!!!!!!!!!!!!
“you say you wanna have fun but you wanna wipe half the people on the server- how do you have fun then?”
“BRO THAT IS FUN”
no way wemmbus gonna let ro die right???
the duel between flame and ro is kind of insane because basically this happened in flames pov recently and I bet uu!flame was thinking about this duel the whole time and half expecting wemmbu or someone to show up and interrupt the same way
NOT WEMMBU HAVING A SHRED OF HUMANITY WHAT IS THIS????
“and then theres pangi whos uh, whos lowkey trash but hes close with zam soo”
(why does mane sound like hes stretching the entire conversation)
see the way manes talking it so so sounds like hes bullshitting about being as good as flame but from ls I know flame is only slightly better than him so wtf is happening
“you seem awfully excited to betray your friends and family”
“well… theyre not my friends.”
flame and mane brothers confirmed he didnt deny the family part (ye ik theyre cousins irl and the whole blindfold brothers thing but I still think theyre sweet)
“zam empire was the strongest team mane, I dont get why youd betray.”
“bro it was only the strongest team because I was on it.”
oh shitttttttttt that was lowkey kinda colddd
also “I’m not scared of flame. maybe a year ago, but not anymore”
“ummm we’re basically gonna blackmail him into betraying his nation and getting his friends killed :3”
ok why was pentar and yungys reunion kind of adorable yungy hears pentars voice and theyre immediately both so excited + yungys complaint of not being able to even see pentar ugh theyre adorable
NO PLEASE DONT MAKE PENTAR KILL YUNGY HES JUST A BABY I LOVE HIM
this is like a murder mystery but we’re following the murder as he slowly picks everyone off starting with the weakest
EHEHEH FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT FIGHT
“you know youre nothing without me right?” the manipulation is crazyyyy
“yo mane is this winnable!?”
“hahaha I dont think so!”
bro where IS parrot actually I’m 2/3 of the way in and bro has still not shown up
why do all of zams guards glaze him so hard 💀
its so funny how zams guards are just being toxic basically and calling wemmbu weak and coward really generic insults but zams insults are so specific. so targeted. theyre meant for wemmbu and theyre meant to hurt him and him specifically.
wemmbu just pulling out more and more armour is actually so funny
zam literally like yeah but I like him :3
ONCE AGAIN THE VISION OF ZAM CROUCHING OVER WEMMBU TANGLED IN COBS I WANT TO BE ABLE TO DRAW
are these hearts 🤣🤣🤣
also once again the image of wemmbu standing weak and defenceless with no armour surrounded by zams fully kitted guards watching mane and flame fight on equal ground
is this the equivalent of mane and wemmbu breaking up over text 😭
this is weirdly calm like it just feels inevitable
does this count as one strike cause if I was parrot I would NOT let this pass
why is everyone on this server so ok with dying
THE FACT THAT THE MUSIC STARTED UP AGAIN WHEN ZAM SHOWED BACK UP BECAUSE HES THE ONLY ONE THAT WEMMBU ACTUALLY CARED ENOUGH ABOUT TO GET AN ADRENALINE SPIKE FROM HIM SHOWING UP
aww zam apologized OH MY GOD IS THAT CLOWN PIERCE
WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WHAT WAHT WHATW DGWJDBDKF
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