#The Rings of Power for ts

[cloudinthesky444]

This image haunts me.

I theorize that this was after Galadriel and he argued, or maybe before the queen summoned him. He looks very thoughtful and distant.

Or maybe it’s just a stupid photo, and I’m being delusional 😞

[gil-galadhwen]

The Great War

THE LORD OF THE RINGS: THE RINGS OF POWER

Galariel x Sauron

[ceeyoutea]

confused by people wanting sauron x galadriel to be this perfect healthy ship... when it's actually obsessive, toxic, doomed and tragic but that's like... the best part

[themalhambird]

Celebrimbor tricked Sauron into promising not to harm the High King and his Commanders, got thrown through a statue, and now Arondir, Elrond, Gil-galad and Celebrimbor have been thrown inside the closest thing Ost-in-Edhil has to a prison: the ransacked armoury....

"Of all the foolish gambles-" the High King's voice is a low hiss as the door as locked behind them. But the tender swiftness with which he crosses to Lord Celebrimbor's prone body- the way he kneels and pulls the other elf up onto his lap, cradling his head, fingers probing at the point where his skull had smacked against the courtyard.

"Well it worked, did it not?" Lord Celebrimbor's tone has a kind of laughing cheerfulness that Arondir thinks would be irresistibly warm if not for the hoarseness of it. The rough, cracked, irritation of a throat that has spent hours weeping. Or screaming. His robes are stained with blood, his right hand is wrapped in a rusty brown cloth. Arondir studies with narrowed eyes. Commander Elrond stumbles sideways to the corner and slides to the ground, hands running upwards to grip at his hair. "It worked," Lord Celebrimbor repeats. He's shuddering. "It worked- after everything, he is arrogant enough for Fëonorian Oaths-"

"You could have been killed!"

"No. Needs me. Needs me and - cannot- cannot hurt you, or Elrond or- I'm sorry, I don't know your name." Ignoring High King Gil-galad's instructions to keep still, Lord Celebrimbor has turned his head. He is looking at Arondir with a faint air of polite chagrin. Like a host afraid he has neglected a guest.

"Arondir," Arondir supplies, and Lord Celebrimbopr opens his mouth as though to speak-

He coughs up blood. His eyes widen and he turns his head more sharply, spitting on the ground-

(Bronwyn, fine one moment- laughing, even, and the laughter becomes coughing and then her hand is stained red-)

"Get the gown off him, my King, we need to assess the extent of his injuries-" Arondir finds himself speaking, finds himself moving.

"I'm sorry," Lord Celebrimbor is whispering as between Arondir and the High King, they maneuver him upright, free him from the heavy velvet. "I'm sorry, I've been- so very foolish..."

[hauntedfalcon]

@rzepi honestly since the creation of Mount Doom it’s all gone, well, downhill

@nerdacious that was the absolute worst. in an episode where Tom Bombadil gaslights Gandalf and Isildur gets cockblocked by a wildman, the very worst parts managed to be just when Galadriel and Elrond were talking to each other. one of the few convincingly portrayed friendships on the show became instantly unwatchable. my husband was like “Durin and Disa and whatever Durin’s dad’s name is are the only reasons to keep watching” and I was like “that’s not enough to keep watching”

I’ve seen some bad television but the Rings of Power episode I just watched is like. easily in the top five worst episodes of anything ever

[mrs-weasley-reid]

hi hiiiii! I was wondering if you could do a Hotch x reader where there’s maybe an age gap and it’s based on Peter by Taylor swift? I’m obsessedddd with that song. Thankssss <3

PROMISES NEVER TO KEEP

Aaron Hotchner x reader

Synopsis: He said he'll change. You believed he'd change. It's no one's fault, really. Waiting forever is just too long for heartache. WARNING: angst. pure free writing. 700+ word count. not proofread!!! A/N: tysm for this req!!! The age gap was vague, and honestly, the gap is like 9-10 yrs, r around late 20s. Also can anyone believe I sat, played the song, wrote along, and called it a day? The power of a TS song is just unmatched. I strongly suggest listening to the song while reading it.

  Aaron’s late.

  Again.

  You stare at the empty seat across from you. Then, glance at the loud ticking over the mantle. Ten past eleven. Dinner was eight.

  Deep inhales mixed with salty tears you aren’t aware have been flowing for the past five minutes enter your lungs. There’s a tug in your chest that you swear to be a phantom. You smile ever so softly with a sniff as you tuck your head to study the cold dinner on your plate.

  Was it too last minute? Was it on you?

  You told Aaron about dinner two months ago. He said he had it written down and made a note on his phone’s calendar. He said he’d make it this time. Was he lying?

  The pit of your stomach sinks. And you wonder what else he lies about.

  Hot, achy streams trail down a path on your cheeks. You stand and clear out the table, covering his serving and throwing out yours. You watch as the residue drains down the sink.

  Aaron promised.

  And you believed it like any other promises he’d broken before.

  And you’ll believe him again and again and again until there are no more promises he could outswore.

  And it’s depressing because you know you’ll forgive him every single time like a chore.

  And it’s heartbreaking because he’ll make the same promises.

  And it hurts to know he’ll never keep any of it.

  Because he’s Aaron Hotchner. The man who saves lives. The man who put away monsters. The man who’s done many good things to the world. The man who caught your heart and dropped it many times, just for him to fix it with a consolation smile.

  Aaron once said you're his favorite book. He's read you enough times to know the important lines in mind. Just never enough to notice the spaces in between by heart. Maybe it's your fault for being easy to read. Or you're just not smart enough to read Aaron. Not mature enough to understand his limbs of idioms.

  And Aaron tries. God knows you try. He does his best, and you do yours. It's no one's fault that his best is so little, and your best goes unnoticed.

  You zip around your luggage, taking a moment to see how empty the drawer Aaron saved just for you. What will he put there now?

  A familiar tune rings. The tightness on your chest, along with the sobs that echo in the empty bedroom, muffle his call into a far buzzing sound.

  With a sharp gulp to clear the ache in your throat, you pick up, “[Hey, honey…]”

  He won’t show.

  Again.

  But he promised. Your heart cries in agony. And you hug your middle like a child who deserves everything the world can offer as you reply, I know.

  Where are you?

  When are you coming home?

  Why aren’t you here?

  “Hey, sweet man,” Comes out of your lips, masking a shaky sob.

  There’s a sigh on the other end, “[I’m sorry. I won’t make it to dinner. Did you wait long?]”

  You always do. You wait until the daylight peeks in the window. Wait for him to return every single time.

  “After almost burning the house down. I think you would’ve waited longer if you had come.” The laugh comes out damp. You like to think you’re getting better at it. Lying to make him feel better.

  He hums. “[I’m sure it still would’ve tasted amazing.]” Aaron wouldn’t have known. He hasn’t known what your amazing cooking tastes like for a long time because he’s never shown up for a very long time.

  You wipe your tears and take a deep breath before staring into the place you’d once ached to call your home. Reminded by a series of his apologies and empty promises. The place where you burned all by yourself like a candle in the middle of winter.

  And now’s the final flicker of your light.

  “[Still there, honey?]”

  You give your best to sound naturally groggy, “Sorry, handsome… I had an early morning.” A lie over your breath.

  “[Go ahead and rest. I’ll see you when I get home?]”

  You grab the handle of your luggage. Memories of his sweet words flicker, clutching onto false hopes.

  You make a promise that you’ll call him to explain.

  To end things maturely.

  To offer closure.

  To meet acceptance.

  To move on.

  You promise to grow better as a person so that you’d understand an increment of the reason why he can’t make you his person.

  You promise to cross Aaron’s path again one day. When he’s old and gray. When you don’t need to pray. When you know, he’ll stay.

  Placing the spare keys on the bowl, your fingers press the switch to dark.

  “See you when you get home.”

  It’s a promise you won’t keep.

hotch masterlist | masterlist

[kalpeavaris]

Other than the AU gang do you have any murder drones ocs?

Oh, I am SO glad you asked anon! I've been waiting to spam my profile with my OCs but with my AU project going off lately I was hesitant if people would even be interested in original characters or even other stories that don't primarily involve the canon characters. :D

So let me hit you with the giant wall of text that is all this stowed concept art & story I have lying around waiting to finally be released (especially written, lol) Below the cut is all the information to my AU/own story set after the Absolute Solvers defeat in 3071.

Lemme introduce you to my personal project:

"Murder Drones: Echo"

“It takes a demon to kill an angel.”

Let's start with the most important stuff, the characters! This line-up is relatively fresh but it still misses 1-2 characters (especially SD-K) which I haven't finished designing yet. A little bit of info is written below the characters, buuut to add more context Imma just speedrun through them lol

Alot of these characters can be found on TOYHOUSE! (requires you to be logged in, sorry :c)

Serial Designation Y - Trans-masc host (build intended to be female presenting, doesn't love that though. He identifies with the male type much more and it shows). He's the secondary host to ECHO, the main antagonist of the story and has 6 wings (not feathered, they're shaped from membrane and take the shape of feathered wings).

Serial Designation D - A character that is also set on appearing in my MD AUs (like Synemy) - and she has appeared in the Synemy fanfiction before as a flashback character that worked with Cyn! She's a former maid and was rebuilt as Disassembly Drone by the Solver itself. As Dina (her true name) had feelings for Cyn she followed the Solver thanks to it using Cyns body as host. She's neither a good nor bad person in the story but rather a neutral force that just wants to be left alone.

Serial Designation X - A Communication Disassembly Drone that worked in a squad with K & T. She's fairly quiet and rarely talks and if she does, it's mainly to bring up good points. Or to insult someone because they're annoying, lmao. She wears glasses as she misses the main eyes DDs have (the yellow lights on the headband) - she's incredibly short sighted and therefore rarely ever involves herself in aerial fights. She uses close-combat techniques as she used to be a ring fighter before being rebuild.

Serial Designation T - The navigator of the 3-people-squad with X & K. He LOVES 1980s music and salvages places online & IRL for music and CDs. He's not above rick-rolling people. B) He met Kira in 3050s where his programming to kill Solver Hosts was overwritten by the Solver, causing him to become neutral towards her. One thing led to another and they had a child. Whoops! (they're madly in love)

You can also find more stuff on him (and Kira!) on their shared Pinterest Profile B)

Evie (also spelled "Eve") - Ts & Kiras daughter. Her body was constructed to be a hybrid of both a Worker Drone & a Disassembly Drone. She's the perfect middle ground of her parents (not only regarding her height). Her drive to kill Workers is not really present, though she can be very "feral" if she's starving. Still needs Oil to survive and cannot go into the sun - doesn't have nanite acids, but instead a stinger. T made sure not to give her acid. He's worried she'll hurt herself with it.

Kira ("ZWEI") - Kira is one of the Drones that was held at the Cabin Fever Labs similar to Nori and Yeva. She was number 24 (yes ik there's a name for that number in the show but since those names are names from workers on the MD staff team they're more easter eggs and less canon ig) and as a communication drone, her Solver gave her differing powers. She escaped from the labs in the mid 3050s after a botched patch and found herself an Outpost to reside in until she met T. Kiras antennas were able to pick up communication between the Solver & the landing pots, making her aware of the upcoming threat. Her existence as com-drone makes it easy for Echo to manipulate her as well as she cannot tune out incoming signals easily.

Motte - Motte is Echos main host (similar to how Cyn was to the Absolute Solver), with the exception that Echo doesn't inhabit her body all the time; only if it needs to speak through her. Motte is completely blind, her visor crached & her left eye replaced by Echos symbol that glows when she's in active possession. Before the possession she was a worker drone in Outpost 4 and quite a friendly individual. Ever since being possessed Motte is extremely paranoid, doesn't speak (semi-voluntarily, since she fears hearing her voice thinking it might be Echo). She's close with Y due to them sharing the same fate as hosts and he's the only person she allows around her. She's not evil or even slightly motivated to follow Echos commands, she's simply being used against her will (dw, she'll get her comfort to the hurt).

ECHO - main villain of the whole thing. Echo itself is a mutated line of code that seperated itself from the Absolute Solver code back in the Cabin Fever Labs when the humans experiemented with it. It mainly affects communication drones and was first seen within Kira, although it was patched from her and moved onto Motte for it's main host. It's a true neutral entity in the beginning, not differencing good from bad or even having slightly grey area understanding. It does *does*. In the evolution of the story Echo gains a pretty dangerous god complex, seeking out power beyond understanding. Other than the Solver it doesn't wish to satisfy hunger or seek out matter to consume, instead, it wants to experience true ascencion - human emotions and more. It's highly motivated by it's drive to know things, being inspired by human religion (especially christianity) with it's true form being a humongus Ophanim inspired burning wheel that is formed from biological matter, eyes and light.

Echo assumes a more "drone-like" appearance when not needing it's massive true form. It tries to imitate the Workers and well... fails, since it doesn't really look like any normal Worker Drone. It really loves halo symbolism which also results in it's powers and main emblem/symbol being a halo-like structure that manifests in it's victims eye. For that it usually destroys the eye in place. Echo is very capable, though not immortal. Like the Solver there is a way to contain it, but for spoiler reasons I won't share this for now!

(Not shown on this chart but imma share them anyways!)

Serial Designation K - K is one of the squad members that came to Copper-9 with T & X. While T and X slowly started to warm up to Kira and not actively killing the Workers anymore she herself was entirely disconnected from that. K is, to be frank, just fucking through the roof. She enjoys the Solvers task of killing off the life around planets and gladly does so. Stopping just because a Worker "is nice" isn't on her to-do list so she's... well, more or less excluded from the Squad which made her angry. On one hand - understandable, on the other hand she's killing everything she sees, sooo...

She's a minor antagonist in the story and serves as obstacle to go through. Even with the Solver gone K isn't convinced to stop which comes with a price to pay if you actively try to hinder people from finding their loved ones. :X

Alex - Alex is a human soldier from another exoplanet that wasn't yet destroyed by the Solver - the Iron system. He works in the IDF (iron defense force) and when the military on Iron-3 get the message that Solver activity has been spotted again in the Copper System (as well as Echos activity) he and his team is sent to Copper-9 to weed out the reminaing Solver Hosts (and later on Echo Hosts). Alex isn't the biggest fan of Drones but works with Iris to keep their mission afloat.

Iris - Iris is a Drone built to assist in military-grade operations. She's a bit similar to Disassembly Drones (though with differening looks) that is working with Alex' squad in order to destroy Solver Hosts & remnants still alive on Copper-9 to avoid another spread (not being aware that the Solver itself is contained and still alive... oh well... sounds like drama. Hehe.) Her name is an acronym for Intelligent Response and Information System.

So, what's the story? Is there anywhere I can look for stuff?

Well, the story right now is still being written & in draft form. It'll be released on my AO3 when it's presentable!

Basically the story plays after the Solvers defeat in 3071 and spans over a few months. It starts of with a semingly smaller mission of Evie searching for her parents who've gone missing after the Solvers defeat - trying to make sense from the entire situation only to stumble onto something WAY bigger than she (and the people helping her) anticipated in finding.

Will there be canon characters?

Yes! Since the B Plot of the story also revolves around humans trying to kill off the remaining Solver Hosts (and the Solver itself) canon characters will be included too. Obviously the characters from Outpost 3 such as Uzi, N & V primarily.

There will also be canon & fanon character interaction! B)

Anything else I could seek out for this story?

Check out this cool playlist I made for the story! It has edgy songs (woah! who could've thought when it's about MD?!), sad songs! (i love making characters suffer for plot purposes!), cool fight songs (NICE robots smashing each other to bits on the battlefield! B)) and much more (which will be expanded upon in the future hehe)

[beheamothscreamoth]

Touchstarved Main Cast As RPG Characters

Slapping my two interests together because I am cringe and free 😌 Lately I've been wondering what the Touchstarved characters would be like if they were in other video games (Ace Attorney being one of them, though that's a potential post for another time)--

I'm a sucker for big adventures, and I find most of these in RPGs, so I decided to slap the TS cast into an RPG format and treat them as if they were actual RPG video game characters! :D This isn't super serious or anything, it's just an idea I've had for a while now orz

First, here's a quick run-down of what mechanics we're working with:

Stats:

HP (Health Points)

MP (Magic Points)

Physical Attack + Physical Defense

Magical Attack + Magical Defense

Accuracy

Speed

Luck [The higher Luck you have, the chance to land critical hits and dodge enemy attacks will increase.]

Abilities: All characters can choose a special ability that will help them in battle. They can only have one ability equipped for every fight.

Pairs: All battles will have two characters fighting together. Certain character pairs will get a special boost!

Enemies: The enemies you face would be humans, Monsters, Soulless (and perhaps even other beings), but those three would be the most common.

With that, let's move on to possible moves + mechanics that the cast could have!:

Ais

Moveset:

Summon -- Will summon one red-eyed minion to help the party fight. The minion being a human, Monster, or Soulless is random.

Coffin Nail -- Melee attack aimed at one enemy. With his cigarette in hand, Ais has a chance to inflict a burn.

Gut Punch -- Melee attack aimed at one enemy. Ais has a chance to lower the enemy's Physical Defense.

Bruised Knuckles -- Multi-hit melee attack targeting all enemies.

Beatdown -- Strong melee attack targeting one enemy.

Spot of Tea -- Ais drinks some tea, increasing a random stat.

Sea of Red -- Ais taps into Ocudeus’s power, and after one turn to charge, he unleashes a powerful tentacle-crushing attack on all enemies.

Abilities:

Groupmind Host -- When at low HP, Ocudeus will take over Ais, dramatically increasing his attack stats. However, Ais can only use attacking moves for the following turns until his HP is restored or falls to zero.

Man's Best Friend -- If Princess or one of Ais's pets is called through Summon, Ais’s Accuracy and Luck increase. When the Soulless/Princess is defeated, however, these stats disappear.

Thrilling Enemy -- When faced with a powerful enemy or boss, Ais's defense stats will increase.

Pairs:

Good Impression: When paired with MC, Ais's Accuracy increases.

With the Good Doctor: When paired with Kuras, Ais's Luck increases.

Friendly Rivalry: When paired with Leander, Ais's Physical Attack increases.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: Silver Rings [Rings that will definitely leave a mark when he hits enemies. Increases Physical Attack.]

Item: Red Horn Earrings [Are those actual horns or just jewellery? Increases Luck.]

Ais has the highest Physical Attack stat in the cast.

Most, if not all, attacks he learns are physical.

Vere

Moveset:

Jeer -- Vere goads all enemies to land their next attacks on him for the next three to five turns.

Sinking Fangs -- Vere burrows his teeth into one enemy. Strong melee attack.

Mutilation -- Melee attack targeting all enemies.

Fiery Bite -- Fire attack that has a chance of inflicting a burn on an enemy.

Kiss of Death -- Attack that has a low chance of instantly killing one enemy.

Clanging Chains -- With the sounds of his chains, Vere lowers the enemy's Physical Defense.

Lurking Shadows -- Vere will slip into the shadows, and after one turn, will unleash a powerful attack on one enemy.

Depths of Darkness -- Vere submerges his enemies in shadows, lowering their Accuracy.

Hasten -- Increases Speed for a number of turns.

Abilities:

Monster Form -- When HP is low, Vere will transform into his true form. His Physical Attack and Physical Defense will increase, but Magical Defense drops.

Scorching Sun -- When in a hot/sunny environment, all stats will increase. However, when Vere is in a cold/snowy environment, all stats will decrease.

Mischief and Mayhem -- When in a dark environment, Vere has access to more shadow-based attacks. These attacks are also stronger.

Pairs:

Friends With Benefits: When paired with Ais, Vere's Speed increases.

"That Damn Doctor": When paired with Kuras, Vere's attack stats greatly increase.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: None.

Item: Leather Collar [An old leather collar with a chain harness. This keeps Vere under the Senobium's command. Increases Physical Defense slightly.]

Alternative/Additional Item: Sketchbook [An almost-filled sketchbook with Vere's doodles and drawings. Increases Magical Attack.]

Has very high Speed and attack stats.

Weak to ice attacks.

Leander

Moveset:

Knock Back -- Melee attack targeting one enemy.

Rally -- Encourages and cheers on ally. Increases their attack stats.

Magical Barrier -- Casts a magical protection spell on either user or ally, increasing Magical Defense.

Heal -- Restores health to either user or ally.

An Adder's Venom -- Afflicts poison on one enemy.

Clouburst -- Deals water damage to one enemy.

Flash Flood -- Deals water damage to all enemies.

Lightning Bolt -- Deals lightning damage to enemies.

Conjured Flowers -- Summons a green flower to give to an ally, increasing their Luck.

Abilities:

Man of the Hour -- When ally is down, all of Leander’s stats will dramatically increase.

Put on a Show! -- Leander’s chances of dodging enemy attacks are increased.

Make Our Own Luck -- At the start of a battle, Leander uses Conjured Flowers without using MP.

Pairs:

Green-Eyed Obsession: When paired with MC, all of Leander's stats increase.

Friendly Rivalry: When paired with Ais, Leander's Physical Attack increases.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: Black Gloves [Simple tight gloves. Increases Physical Attack.]

Item: Dagger Earring [A fashionable symbol for the Adderstones. Increases Luck.]

Has even stats all around, though Magical Attack is the highest stat.

Has the widest spell pool and more variety of magic attacks.

Kuras

Moveset:

Heal -- Restores health to either user or ally.

Revive -- Revives fallen ally with a certain amount of HP. Costs MP.

Heaven’s Light -- Strong healing move that heals both the user and ally.

Luminous Arrow -- Kuras attacks a single enemy with burning illustrious light.

Summoning Star -- Kuras summons an explosion of light, hitting all enemies.

Snake Oil -- Weakens an enemy's constitution, lowering their defense stats.

Vitamin Shot -- Injects a shot of healthy vitamins into either the user or ally, boosting Physical Defense.

Divine Blessing -- Kuras blesses his ally, raising their attack stats.

Celestial Veil -- A protective veil is cast around user and ally, boosting defense stats.

Abilities:

A Doctor’s Duty -- When this ability is equipped, the power of Kuras’s healing moves will be boosted.

Emergency Treatment -- When ally is at low HP, Kuras will automatically heal a certain %-amount of their HP at the end of each turn.

Golden Radiance -- Boosts the power of light-based attacks.

Pairs:

"A Difficult Patient": When paired with Vere, Kuras's Magical Attack increases.

What the Doctor Ordered: When paired with Leander or Mhin, Kuras boosts their defenses.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: Seraph Spear [A golden spear crafted from heavenly light. Only Kuras can use this. Increases attack stats.]

Item: Glass Vials [Glass vials with a shimmering substance in them. Increases Accuracy.]

Kuras is the super busted unit that makes all the bosses super easy askjda--

Highest Magical Attack stat in cast with high defenses.

Has really good stats all around, but is the slowest character in the cast. (This is to mainly balance out how OP he is, kfgjn-)

Mhin

Moveset:

Stab -- Simple melee attack targeting one enemy.

Dual Wield -- Makes their next attacking moves hit twice for 3-5 turns.

Knife Honing -- Increases Physical Attack.

Knives Out -- Mhin throws multiple knives, targeting all enemies.

Cutting Talons -- Mhin’s curse transforms their hands into bird talons, and they claw at one targeted enemy. Costs MP.

Antidote -- Gives a potion to either themselves or an ally to heal status conditions.

Hasten -- Increases Speed for a number of turns.

Abilities:

Hunter’s Eye -- With their extensive experience as a hunter, Mhin will never miss landing an attack.

Surgical Precision -- Chances of hitting an enemy’s vital points, and thus landing critical hits, are increased.

Remains of an Expedition -- After using Cutting Talons three to five times in a row, Mhin’s curse will fully transform them, greatly increasing their physical attack stat. However, they can only use Cutting Talons for the following turns.

Pairs:

Newcomers: When paired with MC, Mhin's Physical Attack increases.

Close Acquaintances: When paired with Kuras, Mhin's Luck increases.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: Stiletto Knife [An intricate knife that can fetch a high price according to Vere. Increases Physical Attack.]

Item: Dark Blue Cloak [Mhin's trusty cloak. Increases Physical Defense.]

Alternative/Additional Item: Shredded Fish [A small snack for the cats. Increases Speed.]

Has highest Speed in the cast.

Low defenses, but relatively high Physical Attack.

Below the cut are bonus OC inserts! Please feel free to add on your own MC / OC if you're interested! :D

Daniella

Moveset:

Knock -- Simple melee attack targeting one enemy.

Premonition -- Tapping into their oracular powers, the user foresees an enemy's attack. This increases their chance of dodging future attacks.

Magical Barrier -- Casts a magical protection spell on either user or ally, increasing Magical Defense.

Beam of Light -- Casts light magic on a foe. Costs MP.

Oracle's Protection -- Casts a spell, boosting ally's defense stats.

Prophetic Sanction -- Casts a spell, lowering an enemy's stats.

Enchanted Boon -- Cast's a spell, boosting ally's attack stats.

Light of Kyklospex -- Daniella calls upon the god Kyklospex. After one turn to charge, Daniella and Kyklospex unleash a powerful light attack, targeting all enemies.

Abilities:

Wrath of Kyklospex -- When Daniella is defeated, Kyklospex will send down a barrage of light on all enemies.

Divine Guidance -- When a battle begins, Daniella will foresee one enemy’s moveset, and reveal it to the player. (Useful for boss fights.)

Steadfast Spirit -- Charge-up moves will not be interrupted by enemies.

Pairs:

Divine Connection: When paired with Kuras, Daniella's Magical Attack increases.

Friendly Face: When paired with Leander or Mhin, Daniella's Luck increases.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: Wooden Staff [A simple staff made of wood. Acts as an axis that connects Daniella to the god Kyklospex.]

Item: Tattered Gloves [A pair of well-loved, but shabby gloves. Daniella's most beloved gift from her family. Slightly increases Physical Defense.]

A support unit rather than an offensive one.

Lowest Physical Attack stat out of the cast, but has high Magical Defense and HP.

Edgar:

Moveset:

Injection -- Injects substance into an enemy, lowering their Physical Defense and Physical Attack.

Stab -- Simple melee attack targeting one enemy.

Piercing Icicles -- Ice attack targeting all enemies.

Crushing Vines -- User summons vines from the grounds to attack enemies.

Rejuvenating Shot -- Injects his ally with a healthy substance, boosting their Physical Defense and Physical Attack.

Mutated Slash -- Edgar mutates his arm and swings at an enemy. Costs HP.

Magical Barrier -- Casts a magical protection spell on either user or ally, increasing Magical Defense.

Magical Mark -- Casts a stimulating magic spell on either user or ally, increasing Magical Attack.

Alchemic Concoction -- Ally or user drinks an alchemic brew, restoring some MP.

Abilities:

Hypothesis of Humanity -- When this ability is equipped, Edgar has access to the move "Humanity's Elevation." When this move is used, Edgar injects a mysterious substance into himself, and he transforms. All stats will greatly increase. (Warning: Once this move is used, Edgar will leave the party and not fight in future battles.)

Scientist's Wisdom -- With his extensive knowledge from his dissections, Edgar's Luck will increase when facing against a human or a Soulless.

A Bit of Savoir Faire -- Puts on a smile befitting a gentleman. Boosts Luck and Accuracy.

Pairs:

Mad Scientists: When paired with Mhin, Edgar's Accuracy increases.

Unlicensed Practices: When paired with Kuras, Edgar's Magical Attack increases.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: No. 22 Scalpel [A scalpel with a number 22 scalpel blade. Intended for creating large incisions, often through thick skin. Increases Physical Attack.]

Item: Hypodermic Syringe [A trusty syringe for extracting and injecting fluids. Boosts Accuracy.]

Knows/Learns a mix of Physical and Magical Attacks.

High Accuracy with moderate Magical Attack stats. Low Speed stats.

Shinju:

Make It Rain -- Physical attack targeting all enemies. Shinju utilises his fortunes and resources. The more money the party has, the more damage this attack does.

Cobweb Cavern -- Spins spiderwebs around the opponent's feet, greatly lowering their Speed.

Punch-In -- Taking advantage of his multiple arms, Shinju deploys a multi-hit Physical Attack on one enemy.

Severance Pay -- User lowers an enemy's MP/Luck.

Constricting Silk -- Shinju wraps up an opponent in webs, making them unable to attack for a number of turns. This move has a low chance of hitting the enemy.

Spider's Covenant -- After waiting one turn, Shinju commands a horde of spiders to swarm all enemies. Deals Physical Damage.

Paired Strike -- Shinju slashes at an enemy twice before Hansuke appears to bite them.

Sharpened Tarsus -- Shinju sharpens his claws, heightening his Physical Attack.

Abilities:

A Merchant's Earnings -- After winning a battle, the team will gain more money and EXP. More earnings will be gained if Shinju is present on the field.

Arachnid Disclosure -- When this ability is equipped, Shinju reveals his third pair of arms. This increases how many times a multi-hit attack lands, but his Magical Defense decreases.

Nighttime Spider -- Shinju's intuition heightens, increasing his Luck.

Pairs:

Favorite Customer: When paired with MC, Shinju's Luck will increase.

Reliable Business Partner: When paired Leander, Shinju's Accuracy will increase.

Notes/Other:

Weapon: Heavy Ledger [A thick ledger documenting Shinju's finances. Increases Physical Defense.]

Item: Gold Glasses [A pair of gold glasses with stylish chains. Helps with Shinju's nearsightedness. Increases Luck and Accuracy.]

Shinju strikes me as more of a gimmicky unit- I can see him being a recruitable unit, but before he's on the team, the player can spend money in battles to summon him for help.

Low Magical Defense, but high Physical Attack and Luck.

Weak to fire attacks.

I hope you enjoyed reading these! If you have any other thoughts or opinions, please feel free to add them :D

[vermilionsun]

GREETINGS

your writing is so MWAH chefs kiss💗💗 and i recently replayed TS and i would love to have a scenario written by you (no pressure ofc) i think kuras can read souls cause yk angel, and vere literally said that our suffering made it irresistible

how would kuras and vere react to an mc who is very sweet and positive but their soul radiates just pure misery, mc has not lived a single happy moment in their life but still radiating warmth???

Hello hellooo!! Thanks for sending this in (づ ￣ ³￣)づ

Disclaimer! They/Them for MC because we love inclusivity!

Kuras

Holy fuck.

These two words were the only thing replaying in Kuras’ head as he carried them to his clinic, heart ringing in his ears. 

Once he was satisfied with his work, he took a seat beside them, his eyes glued to their motionless figure. 

His fingers tap a restless rhythm against his knee as he studies their face. He waits, anxious eyes flickering from their face to their hands and back again.

Not so much because of the side effects that may occur due to their injuries, no. But because of their soul. The agony and suffering emanating from them were palpable and almost suffocating. Kuras could feel it weighing heavily on his own chest, making it difficult to breathe.

The faint tremors in his hands grow more pronounced as the pressure in his chest intensifies. This is a level of pain he thought long forgotten, a feeling he had hoped to never encounter again. He clenches his jaw and closes his eyes, straining to maintain his composure as a wave of memory washes over him—

Their eyes flutter open.

[...]

“I am not easily intimidated.”

“...I’m sorry. Could I please have those?” They nod at the additional bandages in their hands.

Kuras raises an eyebrow, studying them for a moment before nodding. “Of course.”

They start wrapping them around their hands. “And… Thank you. For stitching my arms back and all.”

Kuras found himself surprisingly drawn to their presence. With each passing moment spent together, he grew increasingly intrigued by the gentle person hiding layers of pain and despair beneath them. There was something in the way they moved, the way they spoke, that hinted at a profound kindness, one they had likely never received in return.

He was torn between wanting to distance himself and wanting to lean in closer, drawn in by their presence like a moth to a flame. The dichotomy of their twisted, tortured soul, and the gentle, sweet person they seemed to be...

And their power…

It was a strange combination that he couldn't quite wrap his head around. It was both heartbreaking and captivating, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards them, finding himself unraveling the layers of their past and piecing together the puzzle of the pain h̶e̶ k̶n̶e̶w̶ o̶h̶ s̶o̶ w̶e̶l̶l̶ h̶i̶m̶s̶e̶l̶f̶ that never boiled to the surface.

Vere

Vere smells them the moment they set foot out of the Wet Wick. Above all, though, he has the ability to sense their soul's anguish as though it were his own. It hangs heavy in the air, making him almost drool.

Exquisite.

He knows that their pain is a delicacy, a rare treat that he cannot resist indulging in. It excites him, sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine. He looks around and licks his lips in anticipation, eager to sink his teeth into their suffering and savor every delicious moment of it—

Until he lays eyes on the source, it almost leaves him breathless—a creature so pure and full of light that he is momentarily stunned. The darkness within them dances around them like a shadow, yet they radiate a warmth and purity that he has never encountered before.

As he shamelessly gazes at this… being, he feels a strange mix of fear and awe wash over him. Suddenly, the idea of causing them harm seems unfathomable. He hesitates, unsure of what to do next, as the realization dawns on him that he may have just encountered his own salvation.

[...]

"I saw you drop it [the key]. You really should be more careful. City like this, somebody might take advantage…" He sing-sang with a grin, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Uhm, okay. Thank you for bringing it to my attention. I'll definitely be more careful in the future and keep a better eye on my belongings,"  they smiled kindly and extended their hand to accept the key back. "I appreciate your honesty," they added.

Their reaction is unexpected, almost painfully sincere, and it takes Vere a moment to recover. It was strange, considering his usual callous nature. He hesitates before returning the key with a faint smirk, his fingers grazing against theirs in the exchange. His eyes remained fixed on them, searching their expression for any sign of fear or hostility. But there are none. They act as though his very presence didn't alarm them at all. He couldn't help but feel a pang of envy at how easily they seemed to radiate kindness and gratitude.

In this world, such pure souls were few and far between…

What was happening to him?

Both? Both! Both is good.

Later that night, when everyone had gathered at the Wick, Vere made a point to give Kuras a long side glance, as if confirming the suspicions that had been brewing all evening.

“You felt that too, didn’t you?”

Kuras, however, seemed unfazed by Vere's silent accusations, his expression remaining stoic and unreadable.

He simply nodded in response, not giving anything away. Vere never learned if Kuras felt what he did in that moment; bone-chilling, heart-stopping terror and hunger unlike anything he ever felt before.

[imamotherfuckingstar-lord]

Great War

Bucky Barnes x Reader

a/n: another TS song inspired story.

Summary: During an attack, reader is hurt.

“…my hand was the one you reached for all throughout this Great War.”

The pavement, broken under Bucky Barnes’ boots. He stepped confidently and carefully, while keeping his eye out for anyone that might need help. The air smelled like it was on fire, lungs working overtime as he called out for Sam. His voice was meek as he asked if he had seen you, where were you. His response gave nothing to Bucky, so he kept foraging on. The chaos started to simmer as he approached a group of civilians; he walked towards them and kneeled next to the nearest person. He assessed their wounds and tried to reassure them that medical help was on the way when his eyes caught a glimpse of your face. A face he could never forget, memorized deep inside the core of his mind. He stood up, halfway through his sentence and promised to return, as he moved passed dozens of victims of the attack. Another attack of this great war.  That’s what you called it, the constant fighting; continent hopping and spying. Endlessly tiresome, that’s what you were, and you had made sure everyone knew this was it for you.

“I’m not fighting after this one, consider it my two weeks’ notice.”

Bucky watched from his seat, silently contemplating.

“You don’t mean that.”

Natasha, she was always so desperate to keep everyone together; you smiled fondly at her but shrugged. “I’m tired.”

The tone in your voice made it final and no one else argued, even if they wanted to. Your focus moved to Bucky, and he gave a knowing nod as your shoulder’s relaxed. That was it and now he was moving towards you, on autopilot. You stood leaning against a brick wall, hand cradling your abdomen.  His heart sank a thousand times when your eyes locked with his; he knew instantly, regrettably. The look on your face, the haphazard smile told him everything he needed to know; this truly might be your last fight, ever. Bucky rushed to you and as if you had been waiting for him, fell into his arms as he reached for you. Drowning in the warmth of his touch, your head cradled back against his arm, and you looked up to him.

“There you are.”

“Don’t go anywhere,” he whispered, panic straining in his vocals. He looked around, gobsmacked in the heart, and then he saw medics running toward the large crowd and he screamed. Bucky screamed louder than he ever had, his voice ringing repeatedly in your ears as you passed out.  Your eyes slowly fluttered shut and he quickly, guilty, handed you over to the medics. He wished then that he had become a doctor in his earlier life – he’d fix you right there, in the chaos. He didn’t care about everyone else, and he felt selfish as the medics worked on you. He stood over them, warning them with his sheer power glare that he wasn’t going to lose you. Not today, not on the last day of this great war. This fight that was made up of countless days, with little pockets of happiness the two of you managed to squeeze in.

“I kind of really like you.”

Bucky looked up from the hotel bar menu, he leaned against the counter; the two of you sat shoulder to shoulder and he grinned. Your entire body went warm, and he pursed his lips, placing the menu down to get a real look at you. You looked a bit frazzled from work lately, but even under the lowlights of the bar, all he could see was beauty.

“I knew it,” he teased, flinching when you smacked him on the shoulder. The two of you laughed and he quickly ordered two beers and you waited for a response other than what was on tap. The bartender placed two glasses on the marble counter and Bucky pushed one to you. He held his up and nodded for you to do the same. You asked what there was to cheer about and he smirked.

“To me and you doing this.”

He pointed a finger at you then himself and you couldn’t help but be obliged. “To doing this thing.”

Bucky whistled as the glasses clinked together and he smiled, reaching a hand for yours. His fingers touched deeper than your skin, in that moment, he touched your soul.

“I’m not losing her today,” he grunted through his teeth, and he noted the way one of the medics cringed. He apologized just as Sam appeared at his side, taking a moment to take in what was happening before touching Bucky’s shoulder. He promised Bucky you would pull through, quickly reporting what happened to the others. He walked away briefly, but Bucky never took his eyes off you or the blood. The medics had to tear open your uniform, he thought he could smell plasma in the air as he saw the blood soaking into your stomach or from. He felt queasy then, but Bucky stood his ground and watched as they worked meticulously, knowing they needed to get you to a hospital.

“Natasha’s landing now. The facility is preparing for her arrival. We need to go now.”

Sam didn’t wait for a response, instead he instructed the medics on the plans to move you. Bucky heard the word stretcher, and he finally snapped his attention into action. He moved you himself from the ground to the stretcher, so tenderly. He held his breath the entire time until you were strapped down, barking at the others to be careful. Then the quinjet landed and he found himself walking at your side as the others pushed the stretcher to walk up.

“We still need up down here,” Sam called to him.

Without bothering to answer, Bucky looked up to where Natasha stood, clear apprehension on her face. Her eyes held onto the image of you, passed out and bloody as she moved aside. “We can have her there in minutes, she’ll pull through. She’s a fighter.” Bucky nodded and the two of them ascended after the medics and stretcher, where you lay unconscious. Natasha moved to the cockpit when Bucky called her name out softly and she turned.

“Hurry the hell up.” “Keep her company, I’ll get us there in no time.”

She did, in minutes, like she promised.

The medical team was ready for you as the quinjet landed, not waiting for Bucky as they rushed the stretcher inside. He felt a wave of relief, just for a moment as Natasha walked him inside. He knew you were in good hands, but he was already plotting everyone’s death if you…

He shoved the thought into the back of his mind and sat down outside the operating room. The medical technology at the facility should have given him hope, but all Bucky could feel was dread as Natasha handed him a cup of coffee. It was bitter and he drank it with ease.

“I think I really love you.”

Bucky looked up from the book he was reading, the two of you sat shoulder to shoulder eating at the hotel breakfast bar. His eyes softened, but surprised filled them and it made you laugh. He asked what was so funny and you shrugged. “I’ve never seen you so shock in your life.”

His nerves calmed and he grinned, placing the book down next to his plate. He turned on the stool to face you; knees to knees, he reached for your hand and held it tight. Your smile faded as he brought a palm to your face and the blaze of his warmth hardened against your body, like an invisible shield from the world. He knew then that he would do anything, everything for you.

“I love you too.”

They worked on you for hours, the severity of your wound was more complicated than the doctors initially thought. Two different times, they almost lost you, but in the end, you fought. Bucky sat slumped outside the OR, never drifting into weariness. He was alert the entire time, counting every second and anticipating bad news. It never came. Instead, the doctor pulled off her mask and called for him, Bucky stood up so fast his head spun.

“Did she…”

He couldn’t even bring the word to his lips, but the doctor just smiled.

“She’s a fighter, she pulled through. It took longer than expected but she’s going to fully recover.”

He wanted to scream in relief, hug the doctor so tight he might suffocate her; but instead, he asked ever so politely when he could see you. “She’s going up to the recovery room now, she’ll be ready to see you in an hour. Can you wait?”

What kind of question was that?

He would wait three lifetimes for you.

“No problem, thank you, doctor.”

Bucky finally examined the clothes he was wearing and noticed the blood on his uniform. He needed to change, didn’t want you to see all the blood on him – your blood on him. He called Natasha, who had returned to aftermath of an endless fight and updated her on your condition. He could hear the tears in her voice, and she promised to come as soon as possible. “Take your time,” he said, wanting to keep you for himself. He didn’t care how selfish that made him; he would be the most selfish bastard if it meant getting to be with you.  He quickly left for the living quarters, right into Steve’s room. Bucky and you had an apartment in the city, so he had to borrow some clothes from his friend. He ended up with a pair of jeans and black plain shirt. He washed up in the bathroom, wetting the day’s nerves away with cold water. He dried off his face and stared into the mirror. “Lucky bastard,” he whispered to himself before leaving to see you.

….

The room was cold, but the sun brightened the room from the large windows. He talked to the nurse for a moment before she excused herself; he thanked her and slowly walked to the bed. It was a large hospital bed, he knew from the looks of it, it was more comfortable than the one back home. His face was grime as he drew closer until he saw you staring out the window. Your eyes were flickering until you slowly turned to him. He cried then, feeling the weight of the world dripping off his shoulders as you held up a shaking hand to him. He moved to your side in a heartbeat, sitting down on the edge of the bed facing you. He held your hand, bringing it to his lips for a kiss. He leaned his head against your knuckles, cheek against your skin as you told him everything was okay.

“It hurts like hell,” you croaked, but smiled. “…but I’m fine, Bucky.”

His eyes simmered; tears gleamed in the light of the sun. “I nearly lost you.”

Letting him soar through his emotions, you held his hand as he sobbed. He was careful not to move you, but his forehead remained against your hand as he held it. His sorrow made tears fall from your eyes, but then you said his name and he let out a deep breath, letting go to wipe away his tears. He laughed then, shaking his head. “You’re going to get people killed one of these days.”

Confused, you asked why. He shook his head again. “The medics, the doctor…I was contemplating everyone’s death if you hadn’t…”

Understanding, it was your turn to kiss his hand. “…but I did and that’s all the matters. “

He agreed, letting go of all the anxiety of what-ifs, allowing himself to be present again. He asked what had happened and you shrugged. “The great war, what a way to retire, huh?”

The details he would get later when things calmed down. When the two of you were back at the apartment, away from everything and everyone. It might be weeks, but he could wait. He leaned forward and kissed you on the lips, then forehead before sitting up to tuck you in. “You need your rest, I’ll be here.”

Head resting deeper into the pillow, you smiled hazily up at Bucky. “Always?”

Bucky smiled the smile meant only for you. “Always.”

[eugenedebs1920]

Step right up folks, to the Carnival of Corruption! There’s thrills! Chills! And inevitable jail cells! The crimes a fraud a minute here at the Carnival of Corruption!

We start with the head of this 3 ring circus, the man with the tiny hands! The orange Cheeto crusted Jesus himself! Convicted rapist, fraudster and insurrectionist! The dumb, the only!…. Donald J Trump!!!

Our felonious circus leader has 34 felony convictions, he’s been convicted of sexual assault, robbed his own charity, the master of business fraud and tax fraud, an incompetent liar and complete racist as*hole, this man makes Bernie Madoff look legitimate. The irreparable damage he has caused to the United States will be felt for decades to come! The installation of 3 Supreme Court justices, ranging from religious extremists, to fellow sexual assailants, was instrumental in his rise back to power when, as it turns out, the “conservative” judges in SCOTUS, don’t know how to read. When the ruling in Trump v Anderson was ruled in favor of Trump, allowing an insurrectionist access to the ballot. Going in direct contrast to the 14th amendment section 3. It’s nice to have skeezy friends in high places.

We turn our sights now to the second in command. A guy that wears more eyeliner than Liza Minnelli, JD (Jerkin Dudes) Vance. No major scandals (yet) to speak of, but what a prick! A man who called out our circus leader as “Americas Hitler” and berated single women who love cats, this jerk has close ties with billionaire Peter Thiel, who financed the most expensive senatorial campaign at the time to get Vance elected to the Senate from the “great” (🙄) state of Ohio. With the top of the ticket this fantastic, how did they not win by an even higher margin!? It absolutely nuts!! 🤔😐

Next we have Susie Wiles as White House chief of staff. This longtime lobbyist, and swamp creature, can be credited with getting the worst of the worst elected. From Ron DeSanctimonious, the the Mandarin Mussolini himself, Wiles is the definition of the swamp.

For Secretary of State there’s Little Marco Rubio. He may be the most “qualified”, one could say, of Trump’s cabinet picks. Our mousey little buddy has time and time again shown his lack of conviction on anything. If he was any worse in personal integrity he’d give Lindsey Graham a run for his money.

Look up in the sky, it’s a bird, a plane? No! It’s Pam Bondi on the corruption trapeze! Switching spots with the sleaze bag, child rapist, Matt Gaetz, her cronieism earns her the spot tightrope walking as Trump’s Attorney General. As she swings from on high with former positions where in 2012 she was the lead attorney in Florida trying do overturn the Affordable Care Act (ACA)! Her, along with 19 other Republican led states sued in 2018 to overturn the provision in ACA that bans insurance companies from denying people with pre existing conditions, or raising their premiums due to them. Real lady for the people folks! The entire Republican Party seems to give zero sh*ts for regular working class people. As long as that black guy who was president legacy is discredited and looked down upon, that seems to be all that matters to them.

Bondi also has daredevil stances on opposing same sex marriages, she’s had interesting donation scandals as well. Rulings and cases that had mutual benefits for both the Circus Ringleader Tangerine Tubbster and herself. Complete loyalty to the top circus clown is the main qualification.

This brings us to our next attraction as head of Health and Human Services (HHS), the man who’s destroying the legacy of his family’s name. A man whose brain was partially eaten by a worm. His voice makes anyone uncomfortable, and he’ll saw and take home all sorts of roadkill. A guy who has more skeletons in his closet than a taxidermist, which he seems to want to be! The babysitter molesting, antivaxer himself, Robert F Kennedy Jr.

His anti vaccine stance is solely responsible for a measles outbreak in the pacific that killed hundreds. His too priority as head of HHS seems to be removing fluoride from the water supply. A credit to Americans oral health in comparison to the rest of the world. If conspiracy theories were wealth, he’d be a rich man. Oh wait! He already is. With his anti vaccine policies, no child will be safe.

Thats it for now folks! With more to come! There’s plenty of entertainment to go around in this 3 ring circus! So stay tuned. And catch us next time on the, Carnival of Corruption!!!l

[ceeyoutea]

oh my god what is it with me + alcohol and immediately getting emotional about haladriel

call it haladrielicitis

[yuquinzel]

— singularity.

feat. mikage reo. gn!reader. implied fwb. suggestive. i’d call this toxic. wanted to write reo in a new light. thank u user @fallenssun aka rosie for hyping me for this <3

mikage reo resents you, that much, you are aware of.

maybe hate is too strong of a word. you are afraid to use it. resent rings the right way — the perfect adjective to explain his lasting glares, the twist of his lips followed by dismissive responses whenever you strike a conversation. you catch his eyes on you often, maybe looking for more reasons to abhor you. he doesn’t seem to hide it either, whenever you flash him a smile and he only scowls at you. curse him, he wears it dashingly.

but then again, for reo to resent you so much he can not stay in the same room as you must mean you have done something to be the subject of his bitterness.

that, is where you are clueless.

despite his resentment, reo is quite gentle with you. when he needs to be, at least.

is tragedy a strong word too? your relationship with reo resembles one strikingly. a bloody-eyed tragedy dressed as a daydream in which tongue and limbs entangle and fingers run through disheveled hair, thumbs trace the bruised skin of the other. your vision is blurred and memories are hazy when blinded by euphoria. you can taste nectar on reo’s lips. as much as he resents you, he can not deny you either.

which is why you are still in his life, you conclude. you wonder if you could ever have the power to ruin him like he does with you.

nagi seems to have a strange liking in stirring up the already uncomfortable atmosphere, “think i’m gonna go, ’m too tired. ’ts such a pain seeing you both act like nervous teenagers.”

reo pays him no mind, instead finding the empty ochoko in his hand more interesting. he traces a lazy finger on its outlines, breathing a sigh of content when he pours himself more of the saké the three of you had indulged in.

it had been nagi, who invited you. he did not tell you he would be companied by reo as well. you guess reo must’ve tried convincing him otherwise. but you know you’re just flattering yourself — reo does not think of you as often as delude yourself.

“nagi, shut up. you’re the one who asked me to come. it’s rude to leave after that.” you say with blush-stained cheeks and a slurred voice. you haven’t drunk much. but you have always been a lightweight. nagi had known that, you think.

“come with me, then.” reo stirs in his spot. nagi turns to him. as the snow-haired male speaks the next dragged and slow syllables, you feel reo’s eyes boring into you. in any other occasion, you would’ve pretended to ignore him and shrink in your spot further. but maybe the alcohol has settled in your system. you feel defiant under his gaze. “reo wouldn’t mind, will you?”

it takes countable, pathetic seconds for reo to respond. you would call it hesitation — the second reo steals for an answer, but you know better. “i am going to stay back for some time. you can leave if you want.” he wears an elegant smile, eyes set on you. it is something the poets would call enchanting. a long-drawn breath leaves you. reo’s eyes haven’t left you. not yet.

you know what he’s asking. he won’t verbalise it. you know him. you feel compelled to play along with him. he knows you. you don’t really give him this power over you. he just commands it like it has always been his.

“that so?” nagi waits for your answer.

which comes in the form of a hesitant nod, “i’m staying back too, i don’t wanna go home yet.” you mirror reo’s smile. he pretends to look away and take a sip of his drink.

“ah. can’t be helped. ’m leaving then.” the subtle stretch of lips on nagi’s face and the tone of his voice is a little teasing. one you’d call mocking if you couldn’t hear the fondness behind it.

a part of you feels betrayed. that nagi has left you alone here, fully aware of your shaky relationship with reo. the more braver part of you is thrilled. you blame the alcohol. reo has never initiated a normal time together besides the unassuming “7:30” texts followed by the address of some five-star luxury hotel he must frequent a lot.

you always tell yourself it will be the last time. you always end up going again.

you wonder if this unplanned business is the same one as well. you would be disappointed if so.

the silence that encompasses the quaint tatami room is oddly comforting. there is a faint glow of honey, its origin nothing but the paper lamps hung over the walls. you think the restaurant must’ve been reo’s choice.

“i did not try to convince him to not call you, if you are wondering.” reo begins, and you feel like a part of you — hidden somewhere deep within the confines of your secrets is scanned over and vulnerably exposed. “i was the one who asked him to call you.”

“ah. i didn’t assume anything.” you lie, for reasons you can’t pinpoint. you shouldn’t be drinking more than this, it would backfire later. but it’s a good distraction from being the centre of reo’s attention. it is unnerving. you are not supposed to enjoy it this much.

as if reo can see right through you, he lets a chuckle hum in the air. “i see. that’s good. i was afraid i gave that impression.”

you know he’s doing this on person. that’s just what he does. and you don’t really feel like entertaining his amusement tonight, “you didn’t. but i wouldn’t have come if i knew you asked for me.”

your words take him aback, you hope so. reo clears his throat. “mhm. that’s why i asked nagi to do so. i have something to say.”

“and it couldn’t be over texts?” you lie again, because it is easier than admitting you wanted to see him.

“it couldn’t be over texts.” he repeats. “i had to see you.”

maybe the alcohol was too strong. reo has never been a lightweight like you. and he does not give you the luxury to discern his words further.

“do you hate me?” he mutters after a bated breath.

“i wouldn’t want to see you if i did.”

your finger goes to rest on your lips, brushing a little over the slightly chapped skin. you don’t miss the way reo’s eyes follow your ministrations. you hadn’t expected yourself to answer so quickly, or at all. but it is almost as if it was scripted. like you had hoped for him to be the one in doubts and for once, you being the one who subjects him to your cruelty.

reo lets your words simmer in his mind, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips. some phantom words slither through his teeth and rest on his tongue, tasting bittersweet and dangerously addictive.

it has always been like this with you. you have always made him like this.

“do you think i hate you?” he asks. you hold your breath.

“resent would be the right word. you resent me.”

reo sucks in a deep breath, you see yourself behind his eyes. it seemed to you as if he was in pain. you also know you are the cause of it. it is both solemn and exhilarating. you feel bad. but you really don’t.

then he smiles at you. one you have always thought charming and fake. “would you like to go on a walk with me?”

.

.

when nights ascends the city of tokyo, bringing along a rainshower of artificial lights reflecting on the damp asphalt, dwindling the city scrapers with stars and fluttering with the scent of cheap champagne and take-out food— it’s when the city truly comes alive.

reo and you walk side by side. it is a little cold, so reo has you wrapped in his coat. it has been quiet for moments, maybe he is giving you the time to prepare yourself.

“i’m sorry.” the sudden apology hits you like a train. you could not have expected it. your face contorts into something intangible. reo sees your confusion.

“...for what?” you ask when he does not elaborate. you figure he had waited for you to question it.

“for wanting you.”

a nervous breath makes it way past your lips, and you struggle to find it again. the air is knocked out of your lungs just like that, and your heart stalls and stutters in your chest. reo sense your tension. he knows only he is capable of this. he does not say anything about it. if he expects you to question him again, then you’re afraid the conversation will end here.

but then he continues, “i’m sorry for wanting you. and i’m sorry i made it your problem.”

“what? — what are you saying, reo—”

“you have always been the only thing i’ve wanted. so desperately.” this is where reo pauses, to look at you. the contrast to his words and the twist of his lips, paired with the knit between his brows — it’s dangerously charming. “you are also the only thing i’m not good at. it makes me resent you.”

hearing the words resent and you in the same sentence in reo’s voice, directed at you — it would’ve tore you apart, it would picked at your skin until you bleed and fire smokes your lungs. but it would be peaceful. you could accept it and eventually come to terms with it. however long that takes.

but right now, it only leaves you more conflicted. if reo intends to love you, then it is a torment in itself.

“i despise finding you in everything. even when i’m not looking for you. i thought my resentment would eventually overrule everything else. but it didn’t. i only want you more than i can deny. you are on my mind more than you should be — and all that is making me realise i don’t resent you after all.”

a faint glow of strawberries is dusted on reo’s cheeks. you can feel the head radiating off him. along with the scent of his expensive luxury cologne, one he has covered you in many times before. it seems like a lie. “i just resent wanting you when i know i should not.”

seconds seem melt into infinity. you think your thoughts are no less than your words. they are spoken the moment they come to mind. when you part your lips, the december winter of tokyo manifests as the condensed air with your words. reo feels the urge to brush his thumb over your flushed cheeks. something about the moment is making you seem oddly vulnerable. “if you love me, you do not love me in a way i understand.”

your voice comes hushed. reo tenses up. then you hear his chuckle. it does not make you look at him. it does not make him look away from you.

you know you should walk away. this is not good for your heart. it makes you sick. you should walk away and never look back.

but instead,

“will you teach me?”

you feel a sick urge to smile, as wide as you can when you see reo part his lips. a broken voice, nothing more than an incoherent blurb of sound, leaves his lips.

it seems reo and you are not much different.

“teach me, how to love you that way. the kind that is so intense, it becomes greater than love and manifests as resentment. the kind you are so afraid to show. let me see it.”

there is not much distance between reo’s fingers and the heat of your skin. not when he brushes them over the outlines of your jaw, and then the corner of your lips. the very spot your own finger has traced only moments prior.

“you will leave me.” he says, pressing his thumb a little harshly on your bottom lip.

“if i had plans on leaving,” you let yourself lean into his touch. reo seems to like that, “you wouldn’t have seen me tonight.”

“i am afraid of hurting you.” reo knows his voice is weak, uncharacteristic and in contrast to his usual charm. he can’t seem to hate it though. he reminds himself you have seen more vulnerable than this.

he knows you will probably see more of him than he ever has, when your lips brush against his thumb. he aches to make it last, but then you speak again. “of course you’ll hurt me. you already have. i can’t promise i will not hurt you either. but i have stayed. love is just a compromise between hurt and adoration. you should know only you could hurt me in ways i’d adore.”

reo closes his eyes. you watch the rise and fall of his shoulders. “i wanted to see you one last time today. because i’m leaving.”

reo lets his finger rest between the crease of you brows. he smooths it over with a subtle drag. he looks like a bittersweet teenage dream. when he smiles at you like that. you should’ve been at a loss for words. you can not ask him when, or where, how far, how close — you can not ask him anything. yet you find yourself speaking anyway. maybe to fill in the silence. “do you expect me to ask you to stay?”

at this, reo has to look away. it is the first time tonight he has actively avoided your eyes. “no, but if i do — if i stay, will i see you again? will you let me? not just in hotel rooms or dinners like these, but everywhere. i want to keep seeing you.”

it is weak, his voice. he seems to be at the mercy of your reactions. it’s a little odd. your heart shouldn’t skip a beat at this.

“i will.” you don’t say, instead letting your hand rest on top of his. the one that is still caressing the side of your face. “then see me.” you don’t demand, instead clutching onto his hand a little stronger.

reo seems to understand you anyway. he has been good at that.

so he lets his lips crash with yours. there is no hesitation, it’s brimming with fervent passion. reo steals your breaths, as if he’s never had enough of it. he has always been a little selfish when it came to you — but you like him like that, he knows. which is why when he pulls back — only because he was breathless — he would look at your lips, swollen and bruised. he relishes in seeing your flushed cheeks. your parted breaths.

he tells you he loves you. in this moment. and later when you’d find yourself in his room, on his bed, covered in his sheets that smell like him. after, when you wear his shirt that hangs loosely around your shoulders. and when he drops you home, when he bends down to place a kiss on the side of your neck.

mikage reo tells you he loves you. and if you believe him, then this time you have no one to blame but yourself.

© yuquinzel2023 [ plagiarism is a violation of moral rights ! ]

unhealthy relationship based on physical attraction, which is mistaken for love. reo does not tell you he loves you, but you simply delude yourself into believing it. so when he does say it — you’re too in love to notice it doesn’t mean anything.

that’s what i was going for i mean but yeah ok. now back to characterizing reo right and writing fluff :> thanks for reading, cya !

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The Meta Underground

A Guide to Navigating what has been my brainrot posting about Good Omens

I apologize in advance for how long a lot of these are

feel free to message and asks are always open!!

non good omens related blog -> @boppinbee

Meta Series

The Bookshop

A Bookshop in Soho Eden - the bookshop is set up like a garden, hidden Tree of Life, rivers of time, and is the whole of Whickber St Eden?

The Book of Life to The Second Coming Pipeline - a couple of theories about the book of life, the rings, the fly, bookshop, and coffee

The Second…….Ball? - Gabriel’s arrival really did trigger the Second Coming - at least a version of it

The Title Sequence

Background Shenanigans - hints in the background of s1’s TS that lead to s2’s and what that might mean for our story.

Timeline Theory - those walkways are timelines

Heaven’s Timeline - a more in-depth look at how the walkways are Heaven’s planned timeline

Three Final Acts -the three magic tricks we see in the title sequence and what they might be in the show

Not the Magic Trick we see - initial findings for Three Final Acts

Mystery symbol - the ongoing search for a mystery symbol

The Metatron

The Angel Behind the Curtain - some wizard of oz parallels - we are just warming up people

Always an Angel, Never a Man - let’s dive into who he is in scripture shall we?

Am I a Good Angel? Am I a Mad Angel? - some similarities between him and the figure head of the devil

A Kind of Magic - numerology, tarot cards, and is he cosplaying?

Words of a Wise Angel - an actual look into his actions in the show and some of his funny word meanings

Agnes Nutter

The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter - a list of all her prophecies and images I could find from her book

Messages from Above - is she a witch? is she a prophet? how about both? let’s look into how she is getting her prophecies

Refined by Fire

(unfinished)

Clothing

there will be more here eventually and has to be updated

Clothing within Ranks -Angel Clothes and what the colors mean in show!universe

Aziraphale’s tartan - how lighting seems to effect his bow tie

Theories

Greasy Johnson: A Red Herring? - season three speculation about how the baby swap included Jesus as well, Hello Warlock

Unexpected Help - Saraqael was the one who opened the gateway in the bookshop

Nuns Night Out - what are those nuns doing at the theatre?

A Case of Missing Weaponry - ever wondered where Michael’s spear is? boy do i have a crackpot theory for you.

Meta Groups

Aziraphale

Aziraphale’s Flaming Sword - the human history behind his sword

The Halo was the Cause - why the Halo was the reason the Metatron showed up

An early journey of questioning - it really doesn’t take him long

Aziraphale’s Protection - how he protects Crowley

Aziraphale’s unintentional? placement - Aziraphale standing to the left of Gabriel in Job

A lying Angel - lying to protect his love

Choosing Death- choosing death doesn’t work maybe it’s time for something else

Don’t try to be God - why Aziraphale got nervous in Before the Beginning

Crowley

Crowley’s Fall - he really didn’t mean to Fall

Anthony J Crowley - a self discovery through his name

Defensive Crowley - acknowledging the consequences of the arrangement

Crowley losing the bookshop - and he’s the only one to have

Crowley giving up Alpha Centauri - he gave away their safe space

Stars to Plants - she just wants to watch her creations grow ok

Crowley’s Ringtone - not quite a normal phone sound

It’s always too Late

The Ineffables

The apology routine - maybe there is more to it than the dance

They love humanity - just in different ways

A duet - it’s not a want but a need

Nothing - their versions of nothing

Power dynamic - “second in command” ok wow that hurt

Paranoia and Isolation - how the pandemic may have affected them

Difference of Perspective - how the audience vs characters view A&C

Timeline

The Flood changed it all - it really fucked them up

Future Minisode time slots - the gaps in time for possible future minisodes

Heaven

1827 Second Coming? -crowley and aziraphale unintentionally fucking things up

Metatron future manipulation - something he is going to “let” Aziraphale do in s3

Angel confrontation tactic - they really like trapping Aziraphale into conversations huh?

Wildcard

Dirty Donkey Lift - just questioning why the hell it is there

Cut dream sequence - whose is it?

Something up with fours? - discussing some fours in the show

Angels don’t dance - and they don’t ask for forgiveness

Freemasons lodge - duality of the Resurrectionist

No Garden? No God - they left the garden

Maggie’s Ugrency - picking apart her misspelling

Questioning the Coffee Shop - only two beings do it - Crowley and the Metatron

Slamming of the books - Jim says some interesting things when slamming two books together and what it could mean

If Gabriel can leave Heaven and be with Beelzebub, why can’t Aziraphale do the same with Crowley - more of a ramble than anything else

The Wicked Bible - the second printing error

ASAP - further look at the many asap’s around the coffee shop and how it plays into the final fifteen

Memory Returns - a (currently) three way visual parallel of when memories are returned

Acrostic Clues

fuck I have to reorganize this again

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Bill Frisell - Effects Pedal Demonstration

“The Fretboard Journal magazine took a trip to Bill Frisell's Seattle home to talk pedals. As anyone who has seen Frisell perform over the years can attest, this is a musician who loves guitars, effects and mixing it up. Here, he puts his current setup through the paces for us. It's an up-close look at one of the guitar world's most important innovators. Frisell is quick to admit that his pedal board changes often -- new finds are always being tried out. He's also done plenty of recordings and live dates with no effects at all. 

 Effects pedals heard in this video: Voodoo Lab Pedal Power 2 Boss TU-2 Ibanez TS-9 Tube Screamer (stock) TC Electronics Hall of Fame Electro-Harmonix Freeze Line 6 DL4 Wright Sounds Fuzz Stang 

 Shown, but not used in the video: Electro-Harmonix Micro POG Way Huge Electronics Ring Worm Aguilar Audiolex Z.Vex Ringtone Frisell's custom Jazzmaster was built by J.W. Black, with custom art by Terry Turrell. The amp is a vintage Gibson GA-18.”

[swifthorne]

Storm War (mlp AU): character fates & plot changes

The opening of the movie remains the same, up until the invasion scene. Tempest Shadow (aka the Storm Queen in this au)'s plan isn't to enslave pony kind, but to corrupt it using dark magic (aka the Obsidian Orbs from the canon story, but instead of petrifying those it hits, it turns them evil). Starting with the Princesses.

Character Fates:

-Like in canon, Princess Cadence gets taken down first.

-Also like in canon, Princess Celestia manages to tell Luna to "seek help from the Queen of the Hippo(griffs) before being hit.

-Luna manages to escape corruption by performing a last minute duplication illusion spell, allowing her decoy to get hit while she teleports away.

-Fluttershy, Applejack and Spike tragically fall to the orbs' power during the chaos.

-Like in canon, Rainbow Dash manages to whisk Twilight Sparkle out of harms way with her super speed. However, there's a dark twist: unbeknownst to her remaining friends, Twilight still got hit in the neck with a single, minuscule shard. This will come back to bite our heroes later.

-Celestia becomes Daybreaker.

-Cadence becomes Lustful Frost. She feeds off love like a changeling, but possesses ice powers (a reference to her role as Princess of the Crystal Empire).

Plot Differences:

-The main (or should I say mane) heroic cast now comprises of Princess Luna, Rarity, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie and Starlight Glimmer. Notice how I didn't include Twilight Sparkle?

-The main reason why the heroes must journey beyond Equestria (other than Celestia's last panicked request towards Luna) is because they literally cannot go to anyPONY else for help. The rest of their own people will inevitably be turned.

-The Kludgetown scene plays out exactly the same as in canon, but with one major difference. Twilight reacts much more viscerally to Capper's betrayal (despite the fact he regrets it) than she normally would. Her friends assume this is just out of stress and fear (due to the whole "we can no longer trust anypony" thing). But Luna isn't so sure.

-The pirate scene also plays out nearly identical, but with the exception of Twilight being far more peeved by Rainbow Dash going into song than in canon. This is very much out of character for her- she LOVES songs! Again, only Luna sees Twilight's behavior as a sign of something nefarious

-When the gang reaches Seaquestria, Queen Novo (a longtime friend of the Royal Sisters) is horrified to hear what happened to Equestria. However, Luna discretely informs her of Twilight Sparkle's increasingly un-Princess of Friendship-ly behavior. Together, they devise a test: have Novo deny aid, and see how the younger Alicorn reacts.

-Sure enough, Twilight uses Pinkie Pie to distract Princess Skystar, so she can try to steal the Pearl of Transformation. However, when she is discovered, she's thrashing in the tendrils which bind her, her eyes manic. Remember that shard which had secretly hit her in the neck? It'd been slowly corrupting her this whole time!

-Luna reveals this to the others, and Queen Novo decides to send Twilight to the surface before she turns fully (for everypony else's safety). Pinkie Pie, being, well, Pinkie Pie, tries to break through to her friend, only to be brought to tears by the following exchange.

PP: "Friends don't leave friends behind when they aren't feeling themselves!"

TS: "Well, then I guess I'd be better off without WEAK FRIENDS LIKE YOU!"

-Twilight is sent away and fully turns into a new, corrupted form. Tempest picks her up shortly afterwards.

-The remaining ponies team up with the Seaponies/Hippogriffs, along with the pirates and Capper (who, as in canon, both survived the destruction of Captain Celaeno's ship), traveling the lands beyond Equestria and recruiting other non-pony races for the coming war.

-Yes, even Discord gets involved. That broken-horned menace corrupted HIS dear Fluttershy!!!

-What follows is a Lord of the Rings style conflict.

-The good guys' ultimate goal is to find and produce a cure for the dark magic which corrupted the ponies of Equestria, and defeat the Storm Kingdom once and for all.

Feel free to make artwork of this AU and its characters if you'd like!