#though she's never been trained

[missinglaterals]

I present to you the worlds most socially adept hunting poodle [LOUD INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE] and the worlds least annoying husky [LOUDER AND LONGER INCORRECT BUZZER NOISE]

[llamasofchaos]

So one thing they did in season three that I find so interesting is how they set up parallels between Mrs Jones and Julia Rothman. Because when you actually pay attention to their interactions with Alex you realize that it's actually Blunt that is similar to Julia and Yassen that is similar to Mrs Jones.

Rothman and Blunt were both so caught up in their own egos and obsessions that they didn't recognize how reckless their actions were when it came to how they ran their organizations and how they used Alex.

They both saw Alex as a piece on the board. Something they could use to get what they wanted, they both let their anger and pride get in the way of rational decisions when it came to certain decisions.

Then on the flip side you have Yassen and Mrs Jones. Mrs Jones was always concerned about Alex but until season three never really fought back for him or herself until she saw how easily Scorpia was able to get to Alex. Yassen tried to keep himself separated from Alex, he didn't want to help or see him, and then in season three he has no choice so he tries to teach Alex how to be like him.

It is so interesting because Mrs Jones is supposed to be the deputy of the department but we see in season one and two that Blunt keeps things from her that he doesn't from Crowley or Smithers because he knows she will question him about it.

This is similar to Yassen because when watching season three, at first it seems like Yassen is Julia's deputy but it becomes clear he isn't because he doesn't just follow blindly.

Season three was the turning point for three of these characters, both Yassen and Mrs Jones had to decide where they stood when it came to Alex and their respective bosses. In the end Mrs Jones chose to defend and support Alex and Yassen chose to hide in the shadows and offer protection.

Blunt had to choose to trust Alex and stop using his people like chess pieces in a game he didn't understand. This is why he is the actual parallel to Julia, because when it came down to it Julia chose to use Alex to get her own petty revenge and Blunt chose to put his revenge aside to help Alex and save innocent people.

[zeb-z]

I’ve made a billion fucking drafts and can’t find the words to talk about cellbit and bagi from today. how the fuck do you explain the intricacies between a brother who has lived a life that has sharpened him to cut what he touches, and a sister who had to live with his absence? a man who has to see the childhood he never got to have whenever he looks at the woman he now knows is his twin? said twin who cannot understand why her brother would be anything but glad they are reunited? how do you get across that tangled mess of emotions cellbit had to get him to burn his old pet worm? the paradox of longing for what could have been while desperate to get rid of any reminder, with a healthy dose of paranoia that anything could be a federation bug. or the pure devotion bagi has to decide to stick with her brother even though he is not close to the same as he was when he went missing? the unfairness of it all, of cellbit being taken and made into a killer before he turned 14, of bagi looking for him at the detriment of her own safety and self, of ripped up childhoods and everything that could have been? the fact that the first thing cellbit asks is what he could have done to deserve it? the disgust he holds for himself for what he’s done, and the anger he has for the federation that’s taken everything from him, and the resentment he has towards bagi no matter how unfair it is because she never had to go through what he did? how after bagi swore to help him burn the federation down, cellbit went to bad instead, because bad was there and fought alongside him, and he trusts bad because he’s seen him at his worst, and all he feels like doing is his worst right now? the two of them so similar still because they’re consumed by their need for revenge, while bagi just wants to leave the island? how the fuck can you summarize all this and the emotions that accompany it?

[gingermintpepper]

“Artemis,” she says and Artemis looks up from where she’s whetting her knife. Persephone meets her dark stare, swallows the apprehension tickling the inside of her throat and asks, “How familiar are you with the other gods?” “Other gods?” The scrape of the blade against the stone suddenly sounds ominous in Persephone’s ear, like the toll of the death bell she once heard in Sikelia, like her neck is suddenly in the path of Artemis’ knife. “If you’ve business with ‘other gods’ then you’re best off asking my brother, not me.” Persephone immediately shakes her head, the rattle of her ferronniere magnified tenfold in her ear, “He’s already so busy with training, Artie - I couldn’t bother him with an inquiry so small.” And maybe it’s playing dirty, leveraging Apollo against her like that, but Persephone’s filled with an urgency so great it borders on mania. Maybe it is. Maybe she’s finally been shot by one of haughty Eros’ arrows long after her prayers have dried up. The Lady of the Hunt sighs deep and gutsy, like she already knows what trouble Persephone is bringing to her doorstep, like she wishes it were something she had already slain so she could wash her hands of the matter and be left alone with her knives. “That fool would never deny a friend.” He would. He’s very strict about how many prophecies one could obtain. Persephone’s already used hers up. “Fine. But I don’t know much about the domestic spirits or daimons of the earth. I’d quicker know the look of a mountain or river or spring.” The look but never the name. Artemis never bothers with those. The names of gods are useless to her; they are not the trees whose boughs birth the arcs of her bows, nor are they the flowers which feed her women. She’d quicker know the name of every blade of grass in Hellas than the name of the god Persephone’s seeking. That’s precisely why Persephone needs her. “He’s blind,” Persephone says. She hides a wince when her voice goes soft, hopes Artemis doesn’t hear it. She’s slipping her knives into their leather sheathes. Her ear flicks a fly away - they’re deer this time to match the antlers she’s wearing today. Persephone’s never understood why she insists on horns - if she hates men so much, she shouldn’t be stealing their ornaments. “Young looking in dark robes. He said he was going to Olympus but I’m worried about him.” Artemis hums, stacking her sheathed knives into their pockets on a tanned belt. She fastens it around her waist, letting the silence stretch out long and sweltering. Persephone shifts her weight, eagerness makes her toes tap in the dry grass. They’re exactly the same, Artemis and Apollo; same aura that makes Persephone’s skin cold, same tense silence that makes her squirm when they’re judging whether a request is worth their time. Finally, Artemis gathers up her sharpening stones and puts them in the woven basket beside her.Persephone hadn’t even noticed it in her rush. “And you’re certain he’s a god? Not just some rustic spirit going to beg his vision back?” Persephone thinks of the richness of his clothing, of the golden trim which extends to his ankles, of the precious stones glittering on his rings, the wrought silver of his claws. “He’s a god,” she says and she feels the heart she long thought shrivelled in her chest give an incriminating thump at just the memory of him, “I’m certain he was a god.” Artemis groans with the voice of a bear and bares the wolf’s fangs she’s grown just to show she’s not pleased with the request. Still, she grabs her pelt from the same tree nook which held her bow and quiver and takes the corded gold bracelet from her wrist to tie her hair back - the only bit of finery she ever wears, and only when she’s going to act on behalf of the gods she so loathes. “Lead the way then. Before he’s robbed blinder by the satyrs.” Persephone squeals in glee, already leaving a trail of wildflowers in their wake as she drags Artemis behind her.

[millidew]

maizuru and milsiril are my favorite fucked up dungeon meshi mother figures

[corvid-language-library]

I met our new mall leader today and ngl I think I made a good impression :D

[mangotelevision]

In my diaries rewrite Katelyn and Lucinda's stories are tied to each other a little more, and it's something that as an audience we can see and understand but the characters fail to recognize until the very last possible moments.

I'm rewatching diaries rn so I might come back to this if it conflicts with preexisting lore from the later seasons.

- rewrite under cut because it's long sorry

In my heart I want Katelyn to get the menphia relic but I know logically it's fucking Lucinda's so in my rewrite I'm trying to sort of make it both?? Because I can't let go of Katelyn with the relic- menphia was literally based off of and designed from Katelyn so like I want her to have the relic so bad 😔

So Lucinda has the relic by blood, she's a descendant of menphia and it's not that distant because her mother is hyria who (in my rewrite) is menphias daughter. It's the whole reason why hyria and Irene have their little bonding thing because hyria is like the last thing she has left of the divine warriors.

But Katelyn was made for the relic. Elizabeth is in my rewrite because she's too interesting of a character to leave out ngl. So Elizabeth was trained by Hyria, she's a witch and a powerful one and was a student under the daughter of a divine. It was assumed she was going to be gifted the relic once her training was complete, because Hyria already said she didn't want it, relics only brought trouble. But Elizabeth was getting caught up in the wrong crowds, learning magic hyria refused to teach her from other sources (the demon warlock), and Elizabeth is very much a "magic doesn't have morality" kind of person. Hyria refused to give her the relic it was a whole thing- big fight it was crazy, ended with the demon warlock banished and Elizabeth basically in magic jail by the elves for a long ass time because they deemed her too dangerous to be kept free.

Eventually she gets out because of course she does, I haven't decided if I want Zoey to be involved with this or not because I like the idea of the reason she got exiled in the first place being the fact that she played a part in Elizabeth being set free but I have to play around with that idea a little more. Something that ties back to her barrier magic and her displeasure of using it.

Elizabeth is free and she's like well if I can't get the relic I'll make someone that can. So she finds Eric who's from tu'la and has fire magic given to him from wyverns, the same type as menphias magic (it's the whole reason he's a good black smith he's basically fireproof) and whatever other box he checked and just has a like six kids with him because one of them has got to have both of their magic. And Katelyn does! So she trains her to be a relic wielder, just trains the fuck out of her until the elves catch wind of it and Elizabeth basically bails and Katelyn gets sent to Okhasis to fill the role of Juror by Zane, he needs those knowledgeable in relics, she is useful, she is a weapon after all.

Katelyn was created to fill a role, she's the perfect vessel of a divine and yet the relic will always pick the blood relation. The relic will always go to Lucinda.

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

i cant believe ive played world of warcraft for 20 years

[im-still-watching-anime]

*naruto and sasuke arguing*

sasuke: well at least sakura offered to come with me when i left, you just tried to fight me

naruto: oh what I’M the team freak for not wanting to willingly go live with orochimaru?

sasuke: ……..touché

[catastrxblues]

—

[moe-broey]

GIRL......................... suspension of disbelief I know but.

Obviously you can pick out a BUNCH of the dragons as that Is an ongoing trope (dragons aging differently than humans, so they can look younger than they "actually are") (also while I did try to avoid including them to make them more comparable to Nino, I think Flayn can fit in either category for the purposes of The Context -- esp cause her dragon blood is meant to be secret)

Not only do we have Heroes skewing younger (a lot fitting into another trope of What If There Was A Baby Sister) we also have Baby Banner. Where the whole point is they are baby.

LIKE....... maybe I'm speaking way too soon and maybe the whole point IS this will backfire LMFAO, but it IS absurd to be presented with her art (which, def still looks youthful!) and having her say yeah I can pass as a kidnapped child. Which COULD be true! But also what do you mean no one is going to know you're a part of the Heroes. Why is no one fighting her on this. Not even including the dragons there are like a handful of Heroes who fit into her exact vibe. Some even MORE baby than her.

[the--days]

so it's like this.

you're young and you're scared and you're trapped in the feywild (happens to the best of us) with the love of your life. You're a half-elf and she's a fullblooded elf but you don't think about it very much because you're barely surviving day to day. And you get offered a deal to get yourself home again, and you take it. And the price of your freedom is that you leave her still trapped there, alone.

And then five years pass. And you age a century in that time, and you grow, and you change, and you find her again, and you're still in love, and you meet people, and you lose people, and you love them too, and you learn, and you start wanting a future again, and caring again, taking care of yourself, taking care of other people--

and after all of that, at the end of things, you find out the man responsible for all of the misery in your short, sad life has cast a spell which gives him complete control and ownership of you- mind, body, and soul (again. this happens to the best of us). And you are given the choice to stay under his thrall, and live a thousand years-- or to age and die, like humans do, and to be free of him.

And the love of your life is there, and you're married now, and she's still a full blooded elf, and you're still a half-elf, and you think about what that means a lot more than you used to.

And still, after everything you've learned-- you choose your freedom. You choose leaving her behind.

[anomellee]

the way i transitioned and immediately people saw me as less intelligent and too emotional

[coloursofaparadox]

mm

[deus-ex-mona]

it sure has been quite a week

[sageblus]

feeling lots of conflicting emotions but all of my usual methods to induce crying have failed