#Seven Silver Samurai

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A TRIBUTE TO KUROSAWA'S GREATEST MASTERWORK -- FROM THE WORLD OF "EARTH X."

PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a double-page spread of the Seven Silver Samurai, loyal protectors/defenders of the Land of the Rising Sun, from "UNIVERSE X" Omnibus Vol. 1 #1. June, 2001. Marvel Comics.

"Lord Sunfire's father, the original Sunfire and sometime member of the X-MEN, was assassinated shortly after the death of the Avengers, but the newly-created pact between those who became keepers of the pieces of Creel lived on.

To guarantee that an assassination attempt like this would never happen again, Tony Stark created the Seven Silver Samurai to help the heir of the eastern Orient bring peace to his feuding lands.

Sunfire has since wondered if these seven heroes might not be prototypes of the Iron Avengers, who serve a similar purpose in America.

Lord Sunfire's robot bodyguards are now the extended will of their master, Sunfire."

-- MACHINE MAN (X-51), story/script by Jim Krueger & Alex Ross

Source: Facebook (an old post of mine, repurposed for Tumblr).

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X-Play Classic - The Horror of Song 1 & 2 (w/ bonus GameSpot TV review of Rhapsody: A Musical Adventure!)

It’s one surreal symphony.

[hanafubukki]

Author’s Notes: @marigoldendragon and I did a collab together 💞💚🥳 I hope you enjoy what we came up with. It’s so much fun. *grabs you all by the shoulders* Please squeal with me about the art it’s so cute 🥹💖 and check out Marigold’s other works 🥰🩵🩵

Edit: Check out this comic from Marigold.

Summary: Lilia causes mischief while looking good.

Lilia is on a mission.

He’s feeling rather mischievous today.

He practically pranced towards his targets.

Ignoring the looks sent his way.

He knew they liked his shirt.

He’s rather proud of his find.

Lilia arrived at the stables where the Equestrian Club held their final meeting for the day.

Riddle noticed him first, sending him a questioning look.

Lilia took that cue to speak, “I have something to say to you all today.”

Everyone straightened. 

Surely, it would be something serious for the Vice-Housewarden to come this entire way.

Lilia made a grand gesture of looking around at the horses, “Kufufu~ Your horses look rather calm today.”

He saw the confusion his statement brought.

Good.

“They are…stable today.”

A pause.

And then groans and sighs are heard.

From the corner of his eye, Lilia saw Silver’s exasperated and Sebek’s confused expressions.

Lilia took that as the perfect time to leave.

Smirking when he heard Riddle state, “A calm horse would be stable. What does he mean?”

Lilia, who was finishing up a mission online with his friend Gloomy Samurai, casually said “Hey, I have a question for you.”

“Oh? Lay it on me.”

“What does a baby computer call his father?”

Hesitantly, “What?”

“Data.”

A pause.

“WHAT KIND OF JOKE IS THAT? What are you?! A dad?!”

Kufufu~ he had no idea.

You knew something was up with the way Lilia barely held himself back.

You didn’t even question the shirt he was wearing. You were used to his oddly cute yet eccentric fashion.

“Okay out with it. I know you have something you want to say.”

“Why is it so cheap to throw a party in a haunted house?”

“Because Crowley is cheap and won’t fix it. Fine, fine, why?”

“Because the ghosts bring all the boos.”

You stifled your laughter, “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

“Cute as a cutecumber?”

“Great Sevens, you’re cheesy.”

“I might be cheesy but I think you’re grate”

You picked up a pillow to throw at him.

“Now, now YN, You know I can’t run as quick as I used to. I am lacking in Vitamin U.”

Lilia burst into laughter as you threw the nearby pillows at him.

What did you all think?? Did you like the puns? The flirting?? I’m rather proud of them 😈💞 🥰 I hope it brought a smile to your face as well.

ALSO I CAN SQUEAL HERE ABOUT THE ART. LOOK AT HIIIIMMM. His smile!! It’s so wide and you can see his fangs. HE’S so happy my heart is swooning ahhhh

And the shirt!! Isn’t it perfect for him?? For this father of two?? 💚💚💚 ahhhh his expression and the flush he has. I love it so much 🥹💚 I want to give him all the kisses 🥰🥰

He’s such a punny bat dad fae 😆😎😘

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Deity: Litirenn, He who Guides the Vine

Days of bread and wine, are only by design/ Every petal worked, every spirit corked, every silver shined/ Every furnace lit, every lamb and spit, every silver shined/ -Only by Design, From Devil's Carnival: Alleluia!

It is hard work averting famine, a toil through seasons of gruelling weather to ensure the next harvest fares a little better than the last. To turn a scattering of seeds from errant prairie grasses into life sustaining bread is a generations long labour, but it is holy and there is no god that holds it more holy than Litirenn, Steward of Tilled Earth.

Born from a union between a god of growing things and a god of craft, Litirenn's sphere of influence has expanded over time from simple cultivation to any who wish to understand and then improve on nature's designs: Herbalists, natural philosophers, alchemists, biomancers, and those that would remake themselves seeking an inner truth.

Few temples are kept for him, but one can often find the Steward's marks worked in over the doorways of granaries, mills, and wine cellars, or sketched in the margins of a hand bound folio of research notes.

Adventure Hooks:

The grain harvest is coming in, which means the local brigands will be circling like buzzards and the village needs the party to act as bodyguards to ensure their livelihood seven samurai style. The brigands in question however are not outlaws but soldiers of the local warlord, who is currently in dispute with the village over how much grain they owe him for protection.

The village witch is in quite a fix after cultivating a new verity of foreign flower looking to make inadvertently attracting all sorts of weird magical insects to his cottage. The infestation has deprived him of his house, the town of herbal remedies, and the party of cheap healing potions. Something must be done about it.

Seeking to catalogue, preserve, and most of all taste every variety of apple ever grown on the material plane, an eccentric gnomish orchardist has broken into the elfqueen's private gardens and stolen a fruit from a silver tree placed there by the Archheart themselves. The queen's agents would like this handled delicately, not only because the gnome managed her infiltration by seducing the queen (who's quite broken up about it) but also disruption of the tree may juuuuuust have triggered a calamitous prophecy.

Signs: Plants fruiting out of season with abundant growth and fantastical properties, visions of how things came to be made. The appearance of frogs, butterflies, and other creatures that go through a metamorphosis.

Symbols: A vine laden trellis, though alchemical aspects often use the symbol of a snake coiled among grapes.

Titles: Steward of Tilled Earth, He who Guides the Vine, The Cultivator,

[acourtofwhatthefuck]

Coming Home (Part Nine)

Azriel x Reader

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Part Seven | Part Eight

Warnings: Allusions to some abuse, sad thoughts, some smut.

I listened to this song pretty much on repeat while writing this because I was in ~in my feelings~, so I thought I’d add it in case anyone else wanted to listen 🤣

⧪

“I insinuated that she’d brought shame onto the court.” 

Hours later, Rhys paced the length of the sitting room, shoes scuffing against the floor in weary steps. Four pairs of eyes followed each of his movements. 

It wasn’t long after you’d left that the evening had died off, the mood unable to pick itself back up. Amren had returned to her apartment, and Elain had taken herself off to bed. Lucien had left the house with barely a goodbye.

Which left Feyre, Azriel, Cassian and Nesta to watch Rhys agonise over his argument with you.

“Of all the fucking words I could have used.” The High Lord yanked a hand through his hair, shaking his head to himself. “Why did it have to be that one.”

Shame. He couldn’t believe he’d plucked that very word from thin air. The one he knew was a verbal weapon capable of slicing deep. And yet, the usually silver-tongued High Lord had found himself so bested by his own anger that the stupid fucking word had practically fallen from his mouth. 

Much to everyone’s surprise — even her own — Nesta was the one to pipe up with a response. From the settee she shared with Cassian, she sat up, her eyes on Rhys’s desperate pacing. 

“Is it truly so bad — what you said?” She asked. “Surely Y/N will come round once she’s calmed down.”

And Nesta could be forgiven for really thinking so — anyone could, who wasn’t privy to the true weight behind Rhys’s words. But this was bigger than some petty argument between siblings — this would not just blow over. 

“That word,” Rhys murmured, finally falling still as he opted to perch on the arm of Feyre’s chair. “Our father would use it as a weapon against Y/N. For no other reason than to hurt her.”

Feyre’s soft features pinched. “But why?”

“Their father hated Y/N.” Cassian spoke up. “And he never tried to hide it, either. We all saw it for ourselves.” 

Azriel nodded his agreement. 

“That’s absurd.” Nesta pursed her lips. Even her own strained relationship with her father hadn’t ever destroyed the love he had for her until his last breath. It seemed…unthinkable. “What reason could your father possibly have had to hate her?”

“He never wanted another child.” Rhys stared forward like the memories were playing out before him. “He was never a natural parent, but…he could tolerate me. But he resented that my mother fell pregnant again so many years later. And for her to birth a girl who also lacked the Illyrian traits I’d inherited from my mother.” He shook his head. “His hatred was irrational and it consumed him. On the rare occasions he visited Windhaven, he didn’t try to hide it. And it seemed to just worsen with every year my sister grew.”

Feyre shifted in her seat. “Did he…hurt her?”

Rhys’s face was complete, icy rage as he nodded stiffly. “Sometimes. He’d disciplined me before, of course — when I was too young to defend myself. But with Y/N…he seemed to go out of his way to find reasons to punish her. He stopped when I found out about it and threatened to rip apart his mind from the inside out. But that didn’t prevent him from wielding verbal weapons. He made sure that Y/N was completely aware of how he felt about her. That he had no love for her. That he was ashamed of her.”

And Rhys had more or less said the same thing.

Feyre rubbed his arm soothingly. Nesta watched. Cassian seemed to be reflecting on those awful times gone by as he idly played with Nesta’s hair.

And Azriel — Azriel was pure, still rage in the chair in which he sat. He didn’t dare open his mouth; wasn’t sure what might come out. If he didn’t get out of there and take to the skies soon, he may just snap. His shadows whispered to him to calm. 

What none of them realised was that the focus of his anger was not on the past. 

No — he’d spent many hours fantasising about how he would have destroyed Rhys’s father if he’d been given the chance. His hatred for him had been a living, tangible thing. To have seen first-hand the way the coward had treated his own daughter—

But tonight — here, like this — anger like nothing else he’d ever felt was directed at Rhys. It was building inside of Az by the second, a carnal, feral thing that inexplicably yearned to protect, to defend, the victim of Rhys’s vicious words. Az couldn’t understand it himself; he didn’t try to. There was no time for that. If he didn’t get out of there soon, he’d snap. 

Not stopping to worry about how his behaviour might be perceived, he stood. 

He strode out of there without a word. 

⧪

I’m sorry.

The parchment appeared out of thin air, floating down and — smacking you square in the face. You clenched your jaw. It was the third note that morning. 

The other two lay discarded on your desk, Rhys’s handwriting peeking up at you and begging you to answer. You took all three, screwed them up and threw them into the fire. 

Five minutes later, another note appeared: Please just talk to me.

Your jaw clenched again. You were going to lose your shit. You grabbed a pen so hard, it was a wonder it didn’t snap in two. Practically tore through the parchment as you scratched back: I’m working, Rhysand. 

You watched the note disappear, leaving an empty space in front of you. It was seconds before more parchment materialised from thin air.

I hate it when you call me Rhysand. He’d written. And beneath it: Tell me about the strangest patient you’ve seen today.

Little did he know, you weren’t working at all. Little did he know, you’d asked Madja to take over at the clinic while you shut yourself in your house, all the curtains drawn, and familiarised yourself with the burn of whiskey. 

You poured yourself another glass, mulling over whether or not to reply to your brother’s note. It had been five days — barely long enough for the hole he’d punched in your heart to begin healing. You needed time, space—

Another piece of parchment appeared: It’s Starfall soon. Can’t we sort this?

Gods, Starfall. You couldn’t — you couldn’t even think about that right now, on top of everything else. Your head and heart were both already crammed full to the brim. If you thought too hard about Starfall, you’d think about that night. The stupid, attempted kiss on the balcony. 

And how everything had changed since then. Damage that seemed to be irreparable. What had once been a close friendship with Azriel was nothing but a withering memory now. It could be nothing else as you respected his wishes — kept well away from him. 

And you didn’t even have Lucien, now, to ease that ache with his wicked humour.

I just need some space, you eventually wrote back. You needed a lot more than space; a magic fix to this fucked-up situation, perhaps. A chance to go back in time and undo what you’d done. A chance to be better so you never could have brought shame down on anyone. 

It worked, though. After the parchment disappeared before your eyes, the space it had occupied remained empty. Rhys didn’t write again. 

You took the bottle of whiskey, and you drank until you slept.

⧪

The male was handsome in a soft, subtle way, you supposed. 

Short blonde hair and sky-blue eyes. Tall with just a hint of muscle. Pretty — that was the word you’d use to describe him. He was pretty. 

The kind of male you may have noticed in a crowd once upon a time, had your heart not been snatched up by the Shadowsinger. Every other male had paled in comparison since. 

But that was okay. That didn’t matter. You weren’t here to have your heart snatched up again. You were here to forget. 

Across the tavern, a female strummed a lute, the chords seeming to reach across the room and caress you, coaxing you into its sensual song. Every inch of you was warmed — perhaps by the music. Perhaps by the alcohol. Perhaps by the male’s hands that had started with just a cautious palm on your back, and had snowballed in confidence, in intensity, as the night had worn on. Now, his soft thumb stroked against the skin of your neck as he leaned in to speak into your ear. 

“I’m a jeweller.” He told you, his voice slightly raised over the music, the chatter. “I work for my father. Haven’t been doing it for very long.” 

That much was obvious. With velvety hands so untouched by years of work—

You didn’t care. Such useless, useless information. He could be a grocer or an artist or a fucking hermit for all you cared. The night would still end the same way. You shot him a seductive smile that said you were totally invested in what he was saying and pushed his half-finished drink towards him.

“Drink up.” You said. “And we can go back to mine.”

Those blue eyes of his flashed darker, hungrier. In one big gulp, the liquid in his glass was drained. His tongue swiped a bead of whiskey that lingered on his bottom lip. 

If he knew who you were — his High Lord’s sister — he hadn’t given it away. Maybe it didn’t bother him. Maybe it wouldn’t be an annoying obstruction for you tonight, thank the Mother. 

Three weeks. Rhys had given you three weeks of space — had told the rest of the family to give you space — and you still didn’t feel ready to face them; not even Mor. You couldn’t bear the suggestion of what they might think behind your back — that you’d been living in pure self-indulgence while they needed you the most. That you’d been the disappointment. Rhys probably wasn’t even aware of the deep, buried feelings that his loose words had unearthed in you. That slicing, aching inferiority complex that had followed you throughout every step of your life. 

Maybe you didn’t even deserve to be part of the Inner Circle. The Night Court. Maybe you didn’t deserve to be Rhys’s sister.

It was these thoughts that had pawed and prodded at you every day for the last few weeks. You were sinking deeper and deeper, and your only relief was losing yourself in the burn of alcohol and the arms of a stranger, finding pleasure for a few hours that would leave you even lonelier afterwards. If the males and females you took to your bed didn’t baulk at who you were, and run in the other direction in fear of their High Lord’s disapproval, you were at least afforded a bit of respite from the constant shadow hanging over you. 

Never did it last.

You’d had enough of pleasantries, of small talk. Not wanting to wait a second longer for that temporary relief, you yanked the male up, barely sparing him a glance as you pulled him out of the tavern.

“I never got your name.” He said, his voice considerably louder as he followed you out into the cold night air. 

“I’m nobody.” You told him, dragging him along. “Absolutely nobody.”

True, a voice in your head hissed at you. Too true. 

And you couldn’t be sure — maybe you were more intoxicated than you’d realised — but you could have sworn that your words were swept away on a sudden wind, caught up in a passing shadow, all produced by the thunderous beat of wings above you.

⧪

“Fuck, you’re beautiful.”

His hands were like ice against your skin as he tugged at the laces of your dress. The two of you stumbled into your bedroom, teeth clashing and breaths huffing.

“You look like — like an angel.”

Gods, if he didn’t stop talking—

“I’ve never seen—“

“Shh.” You silenced him with a hard kiss, pushing him down onto your bed. “Fuck me.”

He grunted at your words, those too-soft hands finally pulling the dress from your body; you’d not bothered with underwear tonight, deeming it too much of an obstruction. Without even looking at him, you practically tore his breeches open and yanked them down, freeing his length from the confines. He gripped himself, pumping his cock a couple of times before lining it up with your centre. 

“Fuck.” He gasped as you sank down onto him. Immediately, you began to move your hips, and his hands landed on them in a delicate grip. 

“Don’t be gentle.” You moved faster, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your breast.

His touch was tentative, unsure, as he squeezed. “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt—“

“Yes.” You hissed between your teeth. “Harder.”

He flipped you both over in one single move, your back hitting the mattress. As if your words had given him confidence, he slammed back into you, the different angle causing a slight pinch of pain. Good. Exactly what you wanted. 

Your head fell back, breathy words telling him to go faster, harder, to grab you until his fingers bruised your skin, to bite you hard enough to draw blood. He was just getting to a rhythm that might actually bring you to release, hitting a delicious spot deep inside you, when it happened. 

A flash of darkness. Of movement. Your bedroom door being opened so violently, it slammed back against the wall. The male was ripped off of you. 

Azriel was there, huge and towering, so much bigger than the male who had been inside you only seconds ago. He’d grabbed him by the throat.

“Get the fuck out.” He growled, shoving him out of the room. He snatched the scraps of his clothes from the floor, throwing them in his direction. Within seconds, the front door was banging shut. 

You barely had a chance to sit up, to cover yourself with the sheet, before Azriel turned to you. The hazel of his eyes was darker than you’d ever seen — dangerous, threatening. 

“What the fuck, Azriel?” You snapped. “What the fuck are you—“

Your words cut off as you watched him stalk towards your armoire. He didn’t stop to glance at the tunic and leggings that he pulled out — simply threw them at you, his jaw moving. 

“Get dressed. You need to come with me — now.” He said through gritted teeth. “We need a healer.”

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Cards entrusted. Part 1:

Darkness. Yuya woke up to see clouds of darkness surrounding him, spreading out in every direction. “Huh. This place is new” he said to no one in particular.

“My apologies”. Yuya was startled by a voice suddenly appearing from behind him he turned around, and saw-

“Zarc. Nice if you to finally drop by!” Yuya was honestly still a little terrified of his original form, but he tried his best to hide it. After all, the poor duelist had already suffered more than enough. Yuya didn’t need to add to that.

“Zarc. Hearing that name, it brings me such pain. The name of a monster. It’s been years since I heard my real name. The only one left who knew it was professor Akaba, and to him… to him, and so many others, and even to myself, I’ll never be anything more than the monster I became”.

“Well… I don’t think you’re just a monster, Zachary.”

Zarc- no Zachary- but did he even deserve such a name, with the suffering he had caused? Did he deserve to be treated as anything other than a terrible monster? He was shocked, how could this child, this poor child, who he caused such torment, how could there still be kindness in his heart for a monster such as he? Finally, Zarc spoke. “Thank you, Yuya. Though I doubt I deserve it, your act of simple kindness means more to me than you’ll ever know.”

“So, what’s going on here? I’m guessing you didn’t show up without reason. You’ve been a hard duelist to track down, Y’know.”

“Yes. That is… by design. It would be utter foolishness to think I would be welcome in your conscious mind, with others to whom I brought such pain. No, a lifetime of oblivion is a fitting punishment for my crimes. However… I still wish to help you. You are a remarkable duelist. You have the potential to be the great dueltainer I never was. But first, I must be sure you can never fall as I did. I would like to show you something.”

“A memory.”

“Yes. I would deign to reveal unto you the story of my life, so that you may never make the same mistakes I did. Please. Observe.”

Zachary stood in the hall of an orphanage. Yuya had seen pieces of this memory before, but with no one to guide him, he had never been able to truly understand what was happening. Now he saw everything, exactly as Zachary had.

“Now! By normal summoning a performapal, I can summon performapal helpeincess from my hand. Next, I use hip hippo’s effect! It lets me tribute summon a level seven or higher monster in addition to my normal summon. Now rise! Odd-eyes dragon!”

“He’s certainly full of energy. What do you think, love?”

Zachary hadn’t known it at the time, but looking back through his eyes, Yuya knew who these people were. They were Zachary’s fathers. This was the day they met.

Several months later, Zachary was dueling against his papa. He controlled performapal salutiger and helprincess, while his papa controlled an xyz monster dressed in the robes of a samurai, with flowing black hair wielding a single-edged sword. “Now! I overlay my two monsters to call upon the most dangerous of dragons! Rise up! Dark rebellion xyz dragon!”

Years later. Zachary was signing up for his first unofficial tournament, at one of the first arenas to incorporate solid vision technology. The man at the counter spoke to him. “This tournament is fully anonymous, so we won’t be using names. Just write down your first initial and the first three letters of your last name, and we’ll be able to find you when your duel starts”. Zachary complied, writing the required information on the given form: Z-Arc.

Zachary’s first championship match. He had clear wing and starving venom on the field. He drew. “I activate monster reborn, to bring dark rebellion xyz dragon back from the brink of oblivion! But it won’t be staying around for long- I tribute it, along with its brethren, to bring forth a revolutionary new monster! Shining silver dragon of dichromatic eyes! Come forth, and bring with you my victory!”

Yuya spoke for the first time throughout this journey. “That monster-“

“Yes”. A voice from behind him again. “That was the true form of our most powerful monster, before I corrupted it with my own pain. This was the potential I squandered. I put my everything into pleasing the crowd, to the extent that I neglected my own joy. But when the pendulum swings one way, it must eventually swings the other. I pushed myself so far, I had nothing left to do but fall, fall into pain and loathing and anger and selfishness. Do not repeat my mistakes, Yuya. Please. Duel for others, yes, but never forget to duel for yourself.”

Yuya woke up, in his real bed this time, at home in the pendulum dimension. He wondered. He got up, and snuck carefully towards his nightstand so as not to disturb the dog sleeping at the foot of his bed. He unlocked the topmost drawer, and looked inside. “What in the world are you doing in that drawer, Yuya?” Came the voice of Yuri from inside his head. So the others were awake.

“Just checking something. You don’t need to worry. None of us do, I think”. He pulled from the drawer it’s sole occupant, a single card. As he expected, it had changed.

“Huh,” the voice of Yuto echoed in his head. “Odd-eyes Revolution Dragon”.

“That’s certainly different from when we locked it in there.” Yugo. So they were all here.

“It certainly is” said Yuri.

“But in a good way” came Yuto’s voice.

“Yeah,” Yuya agreed, “definitely good.” A pause. “I promise, Zachary. I’ll make you proud”

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Today’s disabled character of the day is Kambei Shimada from Seven Samurai, who has an unspecified trauma disorder

Requested by Anon

[Image Description: Drawing of a man with long brown hair and brown eyes. He has a brown short beard. He is wearing white robes, black do, long silver spike earrings, and red waist sash.]

[tact-and-impulse]

Narumayo Week 2022 Day 3

This was my first idea once the prompts were confirmed, and I’m happy to finally share it!

Prompt: Steel Samurai

“I’m assuming the convention went well.” Phoenix dryly says, stepping into their living room. The spoils of Maya’s trip are evident: art prints, keychains, character stickers, thin books. In her hands, she has another silver embossed gift bag.

“It was a lot of fun.” She smiles and pats the adjacent sofa cushion. “Here, do you want to see my favorite merch?”

He eyes her. “Favorite? You’ve never had one before, you always say everything’s good in its own way.”

“Well, this year I do. Come on, Nick. Aren’t you curious?” Her fingers curl enticingly at him, the golden band reflecting the warm glow of sunset.

Loosening his tie, he settles beside her. The opening of the bag is filled with white tissue paper. “Let me guess. It’s a limited-edition boxed set, including commentary.” …And costing a fortune too.

Thankfully, she shakes her head. “Nope. Try again.”

“Can I have a hint?”

In response, she rustles the bag. It actually doesn’t sound like it’s full. Whatever’s inside has to be compact. “Thirty seconds left.”

“You’re giving me a time limit?!” He protests. Out of habit, he grabs the magatama in his pocket, touching the polished stone. Maya senses the pulse of spiritual energy and raises her eyebrows, but it’s too late.

Two red Psyche-Locks. Okay, fine. He clenches his teeth, thinking hard. His heartbeat is accelerating, not helped at all by how his own wife is loudly counting down.

“Seven, six, five-”

“A photobook, signed by the current actors.”

“Is that your final answer?” Her hands disappear into the tissue.

“Yeah.”

“Nope! But I think you’ll like this much better.” And she finally reveals her item.

Dove gray cloth unfolds, stopping at her elbows. Small sleeves end in smaller cuffs, the legs tapering into tiny feet coverings. A familiar pacifier-sucking face is embroidered on the front of the material.

It’s a onesie. An Iron Infant onesie.

“Well, what do you think?” Maya beams.

“I guess it’s cute?” The pounding of his heart’s reached a fever pitch.

“Good, because we’re going to use it in about eight months.” Tears have gathered at the corners of her eyes, but she still laughs.

“You…you’re…” And at a loss for words, he embraces her. “When’d you find out?”

“Over the weekend. Actually, the onesie and emblem are separate, I just sewed them together and threw it in the bag before you came home. Still my favorite though.”

“I can say this is my favorite too.” He kisses her forehead, and the locks shatter. He envisions a nursery, painted in pastel colors and a soft version of a familiar melody lulling a dark-haired newborn to sleep.

baby’s breath: innocence, purity, everlasting love

[wuxiaphoenix]

Worldbuilding: What Everybody Knows That Isn’t So

Sometimes everyone in a setting “knows” something that turns out to be flat-out wrong. The world is flat, disease is caused only by evil spirits, sacrificing hearts on an obsidian altar keeps the sun in the sky. And sometimes... everyone knows what’s actually true, but upholds a polite fiction in public so no one has to officially notice and do something about it. No one really wants to do all the paperwork to haul in someone going three miles over the speed limit on the highway,

and - very often - no one wants to go to war when trade is much more profitable.

In the 1600s, given trade between China, Japan, the Ryukyu Kingdom, and Korea, this led to the invention of an imaginary country, Tokara.

The Tokara Islands actually exist; twelve small islands in a larger archipelago. Only seven are inhabited today. They have a native pony, and, on two islands, a native pit viper. What they don’t have are a lot of people. But... they existed, and were closer to Japan than Okinawa, which made them convenient for a diplomatic sleight of hand.

Long story short, the Ryukyu Kingdom had been a tributary state of the Ming Dynasty up until about 1609, when the Tokugawa Shogunate invaded and took over. The Tokugawa were not a tributary state of the Ming, very pointedly not. Which made things unexpectedly sticky. First, if the Ming had it rubbed in their faces that a tributary kingdom had been attacked, they’d have to do something about it. Ships, cannons, grand sea battles; very, very expensive to both sides. Second, and maybe worse - if the Ryukyus weren’t a Chinese tributary state anymore, the Ming might cut off trade.

Nobody wanted that.

Obviously face-saving deception had to be the order of the day. Officially, the Ming were not to know the Ryukyu Kingdom didn’t belong to them anymore. Officially, there were no Japanese on the islands. Nope, none, not ever. (They were actually supposed to hide on days the Chinese officials showed up - there were manuals written for it and everything.) And if by some accident someone turned up anyway with a Japanese hairstyle, other odd items, or speaking Japanese? Oh, silly us, that’s a traveler from Tokara! You know, that nation right next door that does a lot of trade with the Japanese, much more than we do? But they’re not Japanese, ha ha, of course not, what would Japanese be doing in the Ryukyus?

(Chinese officials in public: Solemn nod, because Of Course Not. No member of that barbarian nation that didn’t pay tribute to the Heavenly Emperor would dare. Of course not.

(Chinese officials back on the boat: Whew, crisis averted, I really don’t want to lose my head by hinting to the court that we lost control of a tributary kingdom... if the courtiers didn’t get me, the merchants would!)

This apparently kept Europeans believing there actually was a Tokara state until at least the mid-1800s.

I have to admit I find this all amusing in part because I am very bad at tuning in to what “everybody knows”. So this just strikes me as the usual social ridiculousness writ very, very large.

But also in part because this gives me a potentially interesting bit for the isekai, when Jason has to explain where he’s from to anyone who doesn’t know the whole story. He’s a historian with a focus on Early Modern Japan. He would know about Tokara.

So if he goes with “I’m from Tokara”, then anyone in trade or court-associated in Japan, China, or Korea can pigeonhole it into, “Oh, that mess No One Wants To Talk About. Got it. Moving on....”

(Info from various web searches and a very neat bit in Sea Rovers, Silver, and Samurai, edited by Tonio Andrade and Xing Hang.)

[mommybard]

I'm jealous of the Karlach! You definitely win ^_^ I was very happy to draft an Ancient Silver Dragon but didn't get to play it - I did get to kill people with Sarevok's ability though and that was fun. Will you build a deck with Karlach? I got a Baba Lysaga and want to make that work (also sorry not sorry for nerding out excitedly)

I love the ancient silver dragon, sad I didn't pull them. Did get ancient brass and the baby red though!

I'll probably toss her in my samurai/combat deck since that already has so many things to get bonus combat phases (I've gotten seven in a single turn with it) OR I'll make a...I think the guy is Raphael? New red black tiefling guy who gives devils demons imps and tieflings +1/+1 that's all about the nine hells

[depressedhatakekakashi]

Tell me about Yua with 39, 35, 29, 21, 16, 12, 3 mayhaps?

comfort food?

Mochi. It’s a simple treat but she always resorts to buying Mochi when she’s in need of some comfort. Partially because her father used to make mochi with her when she was young, so it feels like she’s back with him again laughing and having fun.

favourite animal?

Snowy Owl. They’re beautiful, wise and deadly. The perfect combination in her opinion.

favourite swear word?

None. Yua is prim and proper. She does not swear under any circumstances. If you hear a swear word from Yua, something is very VERY wring. The first time in her life she swore it was when she fought the seven deadly swordsmen and she swore when her sensei showed up to find one dead shinobi beside her and her very very injured.

eating habits like?

Very proper. Uses alp the right utensil’s, waits for everyone to be present before eating, and is always very clean and concentrated

favourite colour?

Silver

biggest goal in life?

To become the strongest Samurai in history and prove that she can be just as strong, if not stronger, than a shinobi (soecificlly Jiraiya who’s full of himself and deserves to be taken down a peg XD)

favourite choice of drink?

Tea. Fruity tea specificlly. While Mifune was first learning tea ceremony, Yua would have her mother send her favorite fruit tea so that Mifune could practice while they were visiting, and she could have a drink she enjoyed

[nerendus]

Okay, under the button since it's like almost two hundred movies, but I want to start making some progress on watching these films, but despite it being two hundred, my brain says that it is still a small list, so I am once again looking for more movie recs. 🙇

1. Requiem for a Dream

2. Pacific Rim

3. War Games

4. Sharp Objects (2018) dir. Jean-Marc Vallée

5. Les soeurs Brontë (1979)  

6. Crimes of the Future

7. Videodrome

8. Jackass

9. Novitiate (2017)

10. The Sons of Katie Elder

11. El Dorado

12. Raw Deal

13. The Running Man (arnold)

14. The Mist

15. Black Mountain Side

16. In The Mouth of Madness

17. The Fifth Element

18. The Many Saints of Newark (will watch show first)

19. James Bond series

20. Resident Evil (seven thousandth watch)

21. The Boy and the Heron

22. Moulin Rouge

23. Bill and Ted (second watch)

24. The Day The Earth Stood Still

25. The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 

26. Jurassic Park (second watch)

27. Robocop

28. The Perks of Being a Wallflower

29. The Boondock Saints

30. Legally Blonde (second watch)

31. The Fog (second watch)

32. Llamageddon 

33. Hellraiser

34. Candyman

35. Shaun of The Dead (second watch)

36. Scarface

37. The Shawshank Redemption

38. Ghost in The Shell

39. No Country for Old Men

40. Kill Bill series

41. The Wolf of Wall Street

42. Watchmen

43. Lone Wolf and Cub series

44. Last Night in Soho

45. Throne of Blood

46. Fargo

47. Hereditary

48. David Lynch:: The Art Life

49. Wayne's World series

50. I Am Legend (second watch)

51. Grease 

52. Good Will Hunting

53. The VVitch

54. Leatherface

55. Fantastic Planet

56. Blue Velvet

57. Pulp Fiction (second watch)

58. Twister (second watch)

59. Donnie Darko (second watch)

60. Tales from Earthsea

61. The Secret World of Arrietty

62. Late Spring (1949)

63. From Up on Poppy Hill

64. Rashomon

65. Intermezzo

66. Casablanca

67. When Marnie Was There

68. The Wind Rises

69. The Tale of Princess Kaguya

70. I Married a Witch

71. David Bowie: The Last Five Years

72. Vampyr

73. Kill Boksoon

74. Glass Onion series

75. The Wonder (2022)

76. Hook (1991) (second watch)

77. Time Trap

78. The Yin Yang Master

79. Hold The Dark

80. All Quiet on the Western Front

81. The Cloverfield Paradox

82. Reservoir Dogs

83. Spider-man (2002)

84. The Karate Kid series

85. Unknown Cosmic Time Machine

86. The Good Nurse (2022)

87. What Did Jack Do?

88. Banyuki

89. Amina (2021)

90. The Colony (2021)

91. Cities of Last Things

92. The Metamorphosis of Birds

93. The Mirror (andrei)

94. Andrei Rublev

95. Nostalgia (andrei)

96. The Sacrifice (andrei)

97. Ivan's Childhood (andrei)

98. The Steamroller and Violin (andrei)

99. Sunset Blvd (1950)

100. Ikiru (1952)

101. Seven Samurai (1954)

102. Citizen Kane

103. Dr. Strangelove

104. La La Land (2016)

105. Noriko's Dinner Table

106. The Godfather

107. Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

108. The Good The Bad The Ugly

109. Mad Max Fury Road

110. Goodfellas

111. Indiana Jones series

112. Fight Club

113. Galaxy Quest

114. Dunkirk

115. Groundhog Day

116. Star Trek movies

117. Full Metal Jacket

118. Pink Floyd: The Wall

119. Naked Lunch

120. The Iron Giant

121. Chinatown (1974)

122. Minority Report

123. Velvet Goldmine

124. Dogma

125. To Wong Foo, Thanks for Everything! Julie Newma

126. The Prestige

127. Annie Hall

128. Taxi Driver

129. Dead Poets Society

130. The Matrix

131. The Green Mile

132. Django Unchained

133. Your Name

134. Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

135. Inland Empire

136. The Elephant Man

137. Lost Highway

138. Woman in the Dunes

139. Meshes of an Afternoon

140. Tokyo  Decadence 

141. Limbo (1999)

142. Maps to the Stars

143. The Machinist

144. Under the Silver Lake

145. The Northman

146. Kingdom of Heaven

147. The Grand Budapest Hotel

148. The Revenant (alejandro)

149. A Clockwork Orange

150. Incendies

151. Apocalypse Now

152. Knight of Cups

153. Once Upon a Time in America

154. Valhalla Rising

155. Inception

156. Interview with a Vampire

157. But I'm a Cheerleader

158. Angels in America

159. Pan's Labyrinth 

160. Clue

161. Asteroid City

162. Anastasia

163. Jo jo rabbit

164. Fantastic Mr. Fox

165. Rambo

166. Mission Impossible 

167. Suspiria

168. Jarhead

169. Macbeth

170. Mishima: A Life In Four Chapters 

171. Visions of Ecstasy

172. The Handmaiden (2016)

173. The Fly (cronenberg)

174. Dead Ringers

175. Tenet

176. Sicario

177. Vanishing on 7th Street

178. Invasion of the Body Snatchers

179. Gladiator

180. Once Upon a Time in the West

181. Children of the Corn

182. The Revenant 2016

183. Transformers series

184. The Man Who Shot Liberty Valance

185. Gaslight (1944)

186. The Road

187. Vesper

188. The Hills Have Eyes

189. Tentacles

190. Die Hard series 

191. Freddy Got Fingered

192. The Day After Tomorrow 

193. The Song of the Scarlet Flower (Teuvo Tulio, 1938)

194. Jane Eyre

195. Northanger Abbey (2007) 

196. Lady Chatterley`s Lover (2015)

197. LA COLLECTIONNEUSE (1967) dir. Éric Rohmer

198. The Lion In Winter

[smillingcartoonist]

Movies That I watched in 2023

This year I made further in my list then I did Last year, I could have watched more but I guess it was enough, I even did a little research and watched the whole Filmography of polish director Andrej Zulawski, something I want to do with other director, next I wanna do is David Cronenberg, but that's for next year.

Favorites are the ones in Bold.

Inferno (1980)

Nightmare City (1980)

The Bird With the Crystal Plumage (1970)

Career Opportunities (1991)

Seven Blood-Stained Orchid's (1972)

Urusei Yatsura: Only You (1983)

The Menu (2022)

Possession (1981)

Urusei Yatsura 2: Beautiful Dreamer (1984)

The Cook, The Thief, His Wife and her Lover (1989)

Zombie for Sale (2019)

The Third Part of the Night (1971)

Solaris (1972)

The Banshees of Inisherin (2022)

Benediction (2021)

The Devil (1972)

That Most Important Thing: Love (1984)

The Public Woman (1984)

L'amour Braque (1985)

On the Silver Globe (1988)

Infinity Pool (2023)

Seven Samurai (1954)

Skinnamarink (2022)

When You Finish Saving the World (2022)

Sharper (2023)

My Nights are More Beautiful Than Your Days (1989)

Boris Godunov (1989)

Cocaine Bear (2023)

Blue Note (1991)

John Wick 4: Baba Yaga (2023)

Szamanka (1996)

La Fidelidad (2000)

Cosmos (2015)

Unicorn Wars (2022)

Night on the Galaxy Railroad (1985)

Treasure Planet (2002)

The Secret of NIMH (1982)

Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2003)

Dungeons & Dragons: Honor Among Thieves (2023)

Renfield (2023)

Stalker (1979)

The Castle of Cagliostro (1979)

Song of the Sea (2014)

The Red Turtle (2016)

One Piece Film: Red (2022)

I Like Movies (2022)

Tetris (2023)

Spirited Away (2001)

Persona (1966)

The Legend of Hei (2019)

They Cloned Tyrone (2023)

The Raid 2 (2014)

Marcel the Shell With Shoes On (2021)

Escape From the Silver Globe (2021)

Dracula (1931)

Friday the 13th Part VI: Jason Lives (1986)

Cobweb (2023)

The King of Comedy (1982)

Saint Maud (2019)

Gerald's Game (2017)

A Zed and Two Noughts (1985)

Saw X (2023)

Bottoms (2023)

Into the Spider-Verse (2018)

Oppenheimer (2023)

Barbie (2023)

Metalapocalypse: Army of the Doomstar (2023)

The Pianist (2002)

Opera (1987)

Beau is Afraid (2023)

Craig Before the Creek (2023)

[alovelettertocinema]

"Cinema is the love of my life."

Have you ever experienced the rush of emotions, the thrill of storytelling, and the magic of visual artistry all rolled into one? If you resonate with this sentiment, you're in the right place! Welcome to Cinephile's Corner, a virtual haven dedicated to our undying love for the silver screen.

In this corner of the internet, we gather to celebrate the mesmerizing world of cinema—a universe that has captured our hearts and minds. From black and white classics to cutting-edge masterpieces, we embark on a journey through time, exploring the works of visionary filmmakers who have left an indelible mark on the art of storytelling.

As we venture forth, we encounter an array of cinematic geniuses, each with their unique style and narrative flair. One cannot speak of cinematic brilliance without mentioning the legendary Martin Scorsese, whose films have forever redefined American cinema. From "Taxi Driver" to "Goodfellas" and beyond, Scorsese's storytelling prowess is nothing short of awe-inspiring.

We delve deeper into the world of art cinema with Andrei Tarkovsky, the Russian auteur whose films are known for their profound philosophical themes and stunning visual poetry. Prepare to be entranced by the ethereal beauty of "Mirror" and the enigmatic journey of "Stalker."

Stanley Kubrick, a master of his craft, shall forever hold a place of reverence in our cinephilic hearts. His meticulous attention to detail and audacious storytelling gave us cinematic treasures like "2001: A Space Odyssey," "A Clockwork Orange," and "The Shining."

And how can we forget Akira Kurosawa, the Japanese maestro whose samurai epics and humanist tales continue to inspire filmmakers worldwide? "Seven Samurai," "Rashomon," and "Yojimbo" are just a few of the many gems he bestowed upon us.

Our love for cinema is not confined to the West; we also cherish the works of revered directors from different regions. In the Indian landscape, we find ourselves drawn to the films of Mahendran and Bharathiraja, who pioneered a new wave of Tamil cinema with their thought-provoking narratives.

Venturing southward to the lush landscapes of Kerala, we lose ourselves in the profound storytelling of Adoor Gopalakrishnan—a master of subtlety and social commentary in Malayalam cinema.

And of course, no homage to world cinema would be complete without paying respects to the maestro of Bengali cinema, Satyajit Ray. His iconic "Apu Trilogy" remains an unparalleled work of art that continues to resonate with cinephiles across the globe.

As we traverse this cinematic landscape, we'll also explore the groundbreaking works of Eric Rohmer and Godard, whose contributions to the French New Wave have redefined cinema's language.

At Cinephile's Corner, we invite you to immerse yourself in the enchanting world of cinema, where every frame is a brushstroke of emotion, every dialogue a symphony of words, and every performance a reflection of the human spirit.

Join us on this thrilling ride of cine-adventure, as we celebrate the past, present, and future of cinema. From passionate discussions and in-depth analyses to reviews and recommendations, this blog is a homage to the love that unites us all—our love for cinema.

So grab your popcorn, dim the lights, and let's embark on this cinematic odyssey together!

Lights, camera, action! Welcome to Cinephile's Corner!

[blackkaatlynagency]

Kori B. Blaque and the Agency Why

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[full-pockets]

I'm making myself play TotK even thou I still can't get myself hyped to play it. Long post under cut.

I went from having only one tower to now having about half. Still missing the two snow towers, Gerudo, Faron, Akkala, some other one I'm sure, but I finally have more towers. I killed the Flux Contrust I on the Great Sky Island and fused its core to a weapon so now I have a really big stick.

Where the Hell is the West Akkala stable? I remember it being just up the road from East but the only thing you the is the Tech Lab. Don't have the tower for this region so I don't have a map.

Made it to Zora's Domain just cause I could bounce over there from the tower. Also saved Bazz. Had to. Didn't do any main quest bounced outta there after meeting Sidon again and gettin my Zora armour (wooooooo!). Avoided my first Lynel sighting and it was fuckin SILVER. Should have taken a pic. Whoops.

Accidentally got more references for Koichi, still missing Lynel (whoops) and somethin else.

Still have crap weapons and crap armour, I just want to find armour with better defense than 7 that doesn't involve fighting a god damn boss. Just some place I can sneak in. I have yet to awaken any fairies. I'm going to start more aggressively scanning in amiibo, I did get the Seven Sage Sword but haven't used it yet I just want my Majora's Mask back. I want the Fierce Deity stuff too but I don't remember if my amiibo give it. I think the Poe dude will sell it but he doesn't have it on stock.

Speaking of stock, I helped Kilton's brother so he's somewhere now. Gave me a Bokoblin mask, this will be very helpful. I still want the Samurai Blupee armour, not sure who stocks it or where Kolton is now. Kilton is on Tarrey Town ig. I don't want the armour for its TP Rich Bitch affect, it just looks reeeeeeeaaaaally cool and I want it so bad. I will kill all the frogs for it. Once I get my GOD DAMN SENSOR FIXED it's over for the frogs.

Helped a five yr old go to Gerudo Town. Seems a little young but idk.

Found two more memories, one where Rarau fuckin obliterates Moldugas.

A nice Tumblr user told me Josha has another quest and after that Robbie will move back to the Akkala lab so he can give me the travel medallion.

Well I was in the area and cleaned out the lab cause why not, got the second piece of Yiga gear wooo. I got a prototype travel medallion that doesn't FUCKIN WORK. Josha will NOT give me her new quest so I can't get Robbie to fix it. The Hateno people are STILL not electing a new mayor even thou I've stalked CeCe & committed breaking-and-entering into Rede's shed.

Offered Satori an apple and now there's these weird blue pillars of light that lead me to hidden locations. One had a very easy shrine that straight up gave me a blessing, thank you very much Satori. The one in Kakariko did not have a shrine.

Bought the Sheikah shirt with the random gems I mined while doing some quest thing. Soon, I will be so sneaky. Really do need to wake up the fairies so I can upgrade its defense a bit. I take a hit like a water balloon (not good at all).

Ran out of arrows again. Ran out of Ruppes. There is simply not enough arrows in the world to keep me stocked up, esp when there's only one type of arrow now. I wish I hadn't let my Switch update so I could dupe shit to sell. The new method is fuckin complicated af and requires too much shit needed. At that point just farm it.

I do have a heat resist gear with level one, does that mean I can go to Gerudo Town or Kara Kara Bazaar (as in make it through the sandstorm during the day) and find another piece of heat resist there? I also have cold resist level 1 from pants, no flame or ice weapons thou.