#Under Lock & Key

[kraftwerk113]

Life´s too short for weird music Tagesempfehlung 21.12.2024

The Asteroid No 4 / Under Lock Key

The Asteroid No 4 haben im September 2024 das Album Several Shapes of Solar Flare veröffentlicht. Und daraus ist der Opener Under Lock Key hängen geblieben, der tatsächlich so ein bisschen an die seligen Sisters of Mercy anno 1985 (First and last and always) erinnert.

[x-mensirens]

"We're not related!"

"Now, that's just denial talking."

"Mystique may have given birth to you, but she only adopted me."

"Either way, sis. We're in this, together! I mean it, Rogue. Whatever you're going through... I'm here for you, okay? Now, sit tight. I'll have Kitty make you an anchovy jalapeno pizza, instead!"

[dry-yellow-marker]

OH MY GODDDD

[myoonmii]

I keep thinking about Merlin’s love for Arthur and how it’s so clearly portrayed in the show to the point that it practically drives the plot of the show. However when it comes to Arthur’s love for Merlin it’s more subtle and sometimes difficult to even grasp, and I started thinking why that was, aside from the obvious fact that Arthur has a lot of trouble expressing his emotions affection or otherwise. I think it also lies in the fact that Merlin knows Arthur intrinsically throughout the show; he is one of the closest people to Arthur, and sees him for who he really is. Arthur admits as much.

Sure, Arthur knows Merlin but the main part of the plot is that he really doesn't know Merlin. Merlin wants him to desperately understand him and “see me for who I am” but he can't yet. And I think this subconsciously creates a barrier in the way in which Arthur can care for Merlin, and how Merlin can let himself be seen by Arthur.

Which is why I think he was also so hurt when the magic reveal happens because more than the betrayal of Merlin having magic, it was the betrayal of Merlin not letting Arthur see him for who he really is and for hiding a main part of himself. Arthur says it himself “why did you never tell me” that’s what hurt him the most.

I think the most damning piece of evidence for this is the fact that while we see snippets of Arthur’s feelings for Merlin thought the show, the biggest signs are in the last episode after the magic reveal; in which he finally gets to understand Merlin, and this time REALLY know Merlin, and as the barriers of what held them back from understanding each other truly fall away, Arthur evidently “falls in love with Merlin all over again”. We see him actually express himself to Merlin.

This is another reason why I think if anyone was ever to create another season of Merlin after Arthur’s return, it’s physically impossible not to make it about Merlin and Arthur acknowledging their feelings for each other. Because there is no way forward without them acknowledging how deeply they care for each other, obviously anyone is free to argue what kind of love that is, but its impossible not to see the deep love there either way.

They always knew they loved each other, just maybe never realising how much and what that means, because its almost second nature to everything that they do.

[martianbugsbunny]

I am once again thinking about the alternate universe in which the writers actually bothered to unpack Rumple's mental state after being held in captivity by Zelena and used that as a motivator in his plot points instead of just making him so evil again for no reason

[thegradus2]

All tcf art i havent posted

[magnuspanoptes]

you can draw a direct link between the bodyhopping and the way jonah/elias violates jon's bodily autonomy. i think 193, specifically, is making that connection during the bit where jonah and jon narrate the statement together with jon playing og elias's role, but that scene isn't really about original elias. because he's a non-person. making a statement in the magnus archives is the equivalent of sharing your story and og elias is denied one that doesn't come with the overshadowing presence of jonah. beholding has decided the most consumable memory of his entire life is the one where he's being traumatised by the man who will one day take possession of his body. a stern look isn't precisely about him, it's about jonah, jonah is the agent of his victimisation and therefore has control of his narrative. the parallel being drawn with jon has less to do with personal character and more with the manner in which they're exploited by jonah. bodyhopping involves objectifying the victim and rendering them a vessel for jonah's personal will. jon's transformation into the conduit for the fears involves repeatedly invading and assaulting his body and mind—he is rendered a vessel (the archive) for jonah's personal will. this comes through in the 160 statement, which is framed as jonah possessing jon and speaking through him, in that moment jon serves the same function as any of jonah's vessels. what complicates jon's narrative however is that there is a small element of choice here (and you can't tell me you're not curious. <- and he was. he needed to read it all, he doesn't hesitate even once after the statement begins) or as much choice one can have while being governed by systems of control (it's not an entirely 'free' choice, it's influenced by an addiction)—all of which is, again, synonymous with the web appropriating jon's body and will for its own plans. interesting that they discarded elias for the web in the final season because they also originally conceived him as the web writ small. possessing people's bodies means controlling their narratives, he does it to every one of his bodyhopping victims and then jon: there are three statements in the podcast that are About Jon out of which the one that he gets to narrate in full is about the web marking and consuming his life (81) but the other two are narrativised by jonah/elias (120 and 160), because he occupies the same narrative space of an agent of control in jon's life, he also marked and consumed him in his own way. mr spider isn't just a bogeyman representation of the web, jon's personal mr spider was also elias.

[staliamazing]

lock & key

key @into-the-jeggyverse wc: 572

​​Regulus woke up late that morning, fuming at his roommates for not waking him up in time for breakfast. Then, he couldn't find his homework for Charms and only narrowly avoided a detention by promising to hand it in by the end of the day, meaning he had to skip lunch with James.

After a particularly gruelling potions session for his final class of the day, Regulus pushes past his classmates to leave the dungeon and make his way to his dormitory. For once, he was hoping pumpkin juice wouldn't be served with dinner later due to it being a horrifically similar colour to the potion he just botched. Stupid, stupid day.

He mutters the password and begins to enter, not before being nearly knocked off his feet by a tall, warm-skinned boy with a mop of tousled hair on his head.

"Hiya, Reg," James breezes past him, appearing to be in just as much of a rush to leave as Regulus is to arrive, not forgetting to flash his signature dimpled smile at his boyfriend as he hurries away.

Regulus huffs in confusion, walking into the Slytherin common room and strolling over to where his friends are gathered, chattering animatedly. They all go quiet. 

"Does this have anything to do with the fact James Potter just walked out of here? Who even told him the password?" Regulus asks, an eyebrow raised. 

"Under lock and key I'm afraid," Barty says flippantly. Asshole.

"Worry not, Black, for patience is a virtue." Evan offers with a small shrug.

The group make their way to the Great Hall for dinner, Barty stealing wild glances at Regulus every so often, cackling when his friend catches him and glares.

Suddenly, a large warm hand clasps Regulus' mouth shut as he is dragged away from the rest of his friends, a firm arm across his chest. He kicks his feet and attempts a muffled scream for help, scrambling for his wand in his pocket.

Before he can get a hold of it, a small chamber encloses around him and a large door swings shut. He is released from the grip of his admittedly very strong and muscular captor and turns on his heel to face them, scowling.

"Ta-da!" Regulus is met with the smiling face of his boyfriend, who is standing next to a small wooden table decorated with candles and plates. Two plates. Two cups. Two chairs. "You seemed stressed today, so I thought we could have dinner, just us two." James straightens, proudly.

"So you thought you'd kidnap me?! How did you even get into the Slytherin common room? I know you're a prefect, and everyone loves you but still, you're a Gryffindor..."

"Let's just say Evan is a romantic at heart. And Barty is, well,"

"Batshit?"

"Pretty much, yeah. I told them I needed help finding a secluded spot for us to spend some time together tonight, they know you've been stressed out lately, of course having no shortage of ideas. The kidnapping bit was theirs, too. Merlin knows you're not one to relax for the sake of relaxing. You're so hard on yourself, Reg."

Regulus sighs, closing the distance between the two and letting himself be enveloped by James' arms. He peers at the table beside him, suddenly thirsty.

"Oh gods, it's not pumpkin juice is it?" James face drops, pointing his wand at the cups and muttering.

"Not anymore! Take a seat, love." 

[notarewberry]

late little thing for @edendaphne and her work Under Lock and Key :O

[x-mensirens]

The X-Men play 'Mutie Ball' in episode: Under Lock & Key

[realitycanbewhateveridesire]

ABOUT MY ARCANE DR <3

ngl, talking about my dr feels so embarassing

In this reality, I am the second Kiramman daughter and younger sister of Caitlyn Kirmman by 3 years. Due to me being kidnapped as a toddler and...shenanigans happening I guess, I spent a big portion of my childhood in the Undercity/Zaun living with Vander as part of his makeshift family. I haven't thought much about my place in the story, but I am supplying the Firelights with info and tech from Topside and trying to help as much as I can while living in Piltover (and kinda under the watchful gaze of my parents). There's also the part, where I basically died in my CR and got isekai'ed into Arcane-verse.

To be honest, I am just dropping myself into the story with only a barebones backstory and no idea what I wanna do.

☆ MY BACKSTORY

i am just gonna directly drop what's currently in my script here

(also please, just keep in mind that i based my backstory kinda on a fanfic and also am horrible at writing stuff. and i apologize for it being kinda long and goofy...and frankly, not making sense in some parts. i'm sorry vera leigh, please forgive me.)

In my first life (my CR life), I was a mediocre girl-woman-child. One, dissatisfied with her life. Age-wise, I barely made it out of the girlhood. Still yet, I lacked the maturity of an adult and desparately clung to my fleeting childhood years. I clung to childish daydreams and fantasies. Dreaming of life filled with wonder, comfort and magic. I was spoiled and ungrateful for all the things others have done for me. That life ended rather pathetically. At the age of nineteen, being hit by a truck after trying to cross the road.

I was floating in the vast nothingness. At ease, almost unfeeling, unthinking. Numb. It was the strangest feeling. I felt…almost glad. Satisfied.

That peace did not last, it seemed, as I was pulled, torn, from it and made to wake up anew.

I was born again on a late morning/near noon of February 28th 973 AN, a second child and daughter to Cassandra Kiramman and Tobias Kiramman. As Lillian Kiramman. Sister of Caitlyn Kiramman.

I had no recollection of my past life. Not yet, at least. It would only come to me later on.

I was a difficult and needy child. Unaware of it at the time, I was born with the ability to “dream”. Not prophetic visions of future, but visions of the present. Those mental images came to me in bursts, sometimes threatening to tear at my sanity bit by bit. The resulting outbursts went far beyond that of a normal infant/small child. It made me wail and cry, and scream for hours on end, without a sign of stopping. Day and night. Hitting my head with my tiny hands in distress, until a maid or nanny would come to pry them away from it. Little could calm me, aside from the calming touch and proximity of one of my parents. Especially, my mother. Yet even then, it didn’t seem enough. My suffering tore their hearts, as they tried to find anything to help me, to fix it. Fix me. They had various doctors check my health, spoke with scholars and psychologists, etc. But nothing helped as they still couldn’t figure out what was wrong with me. Between the helplessness and exhaustion, the situation overwhelmed them. Even as they loved me fiercely, they couldn’t help to sometimes wish for an “easier” child.

Those thoughts would come back to haunt them, after I was kidnapped as a mere toddler.

With the violent and cutthroat nature of the Undercity’s/Zaun’s criminal underbelly, it didn’t take long for my captors to be eliminated by their rivals. Following the chaos that ensued, I fell through the cracks. Ending up in the streets, before being taken to be a part of experiments conducted by a chem-baron. I was rescued by Vander, who took me in.

I spent the next years living with him and my adopted siblings: Vi/Violet, Powder, Mylo and Claggor.

At the age of around 13 years old, I took part in my siblings’ attempted heist on the Kiramman workshop/Jayce Talis’s apartment. The one ending up in the explosion caused by the hextech crystals. After that, we tried to lay low. Until we couldn’t.

And when Vander was kidnapped and my older siblings went on to rescue him, I was left behind in the Last Drop alongside Powder. And snuck out along with her, wanting to help/save my siblings.

In the end, we failed. I failed. Left unconscious among the rubble, miraculously without any lethal injuries. It was Ekko, who pulled me out of there.

And when once again, I was back on my feet even if barely, injured and running from Silco’s people as they hunted me down. I fell into the hands of enforcers.

After the Sheriff Grayson’s death, the enforcers were in disarray. My arrest case ended up getting mixed up with another case, leading to them taking a DNA sample from me. And accidentally discovering that I was the lost Kiramman child.

Marcus took this as yet another opportunity to give himself credit. As the one who arrested me, he would take all the glory. He fabricated an entire story about Vander, the Hound of the Underground possibly being my kidnapper. Of him brainwashing me into thinking of him as my family. A tale he presented to my family, in case I decided to run my mouth about his involvement in Sheriff Grayson’s death.

I was “returned home” to my biological family in Piltover.

As expected, I didn’t take well at all to this new development. I might have been a Kiramman by blood, yet I grew up as a Zaunite. My heart belonged largely in the Undercity. Furthermore, I was envelopped in grief surrounding the deaths of my adopted siblings and adoptive father. As my parents tried their best to undo the brainwashing, they assumed I was under.

To add salt to the injury, it was only by the age of fourteen, that the memories of my prievious life and my reincarnation returned to me. Only then, I became aware that I was reincarnated into the world of that distant past self’s favorite story.

It was already too late to prevent the tragedy, which split the two sisters apart. But I knew the trajectory of what would happen in years following.

I focused on getting stronger. I’ve honed my skills with the firearms. Picked up martial arts.

From young age, I exhibited a keen intellect, curiosity and thirst for knowledge that surpassed my years.

I’ve devoured any piece of knowledge I could. I collected knowledge from anything I could get my hands on and devoured books on various subjects amd topics. I educated myself about Runeterra as much as I could.

Throughout my childhood in the Undercity, I flirted with the idea of exploring my powers. The people performing experiments on me, were also quite interested by my ability to “dream”.

At the age of fourteen, I found it could prove a useful tool for my plans. I delved into my visions, almost sacrificing my sanity as I memorized all that could prove useful. I tried to get my hands on books about occult and magic tomes. Hoping they would give me the answer, one that I was looking for.

In the end, I achieved partial control over my “sight”, alongside awakening some other powers. The visions still came to me in my sleep. But most times, I was able to control it. Control myself in my dreams as I travelled wherever I wanted, separated from my physical body. In my dreams, I walked through the Undercity’s streets, burning every shortcut, nook and cranny that I’ve never seen before, into my memory. I’ve seen the inside of Noxian warrooms, the farmlands of Demacia, the ice-covered lands of Freljord, the beauty of the Ionian archipelago, the Bilgewater ports, the jungles of Ixtal, the sands of Shurima. And much more. Yet, my attention remained mostly on Piltover and Zaun. And the people, I once saw only upon a screen. Those, I knew in this life.

I observed Powder as she evolved into Jinx, under the aegis of Silco. I observed Vi, in the Stillwater’s Hold prison. I had observed Viktor and Jayce, as they developed Hextech. I had observed Ekko, as he persevered and with the help of others, created the Firelights.

The Kirammans were Jayce’s patrons. And he was somewhat of a family friend and an older brother figure to Caitlyn. It was inevitable for us to interact and become acquinted with one another. And while we never became as close, as him and Caitlyn, we somewhat got along.

It is through Jayce, that I met Viktor. With my parents trying to control who I interacted with and him being the first Zaunite living in Piltover that I met and the only Zaunite I was (begrudingly) allowed to interact with, he instantly became my friend. That and his sarcastic nature, which instantly made me like him.

Ekko was already a close childhood friend of mine. Despite my parents’ watchful gaze and them guarding me from anything Undercity-related, I was accustomed to sneaking around in the shadows and hiding secrets. Courtesy of having grown up as a Fissure-native. Ekko tracked me down. I tracked him too. We had a reunion, had a talk. About everything we’ve been up to, everything that has happened to us. Ekko brought me up to date in regards to the Undercity (I knew of some developments already through my powers). He told me about the Firelights. In the end, I became a secret informant and ally of the Firelights. Supplying them with info and tech from Topside.

...

(and that's basically it for now lol. i'll admit my backstory's unfinished. i'm just inserting myself to shift sometime close before the act 1 of season 1 events and letting stuff happen from there.)

In terms of powers and fighting, I gave myself basic things like combat skills, flexibility and speed to avoid getting killed. I haven't even fully specified in my mind what my "sight" ability is but it's sorta a cross between prophetic dreams and astral projection. I'm also probably gonna give myself airbending or waterbending. Simply because I can.

....

And...I guess that's all I have for now.

If you managed to get through that wall of text, then thank you <3

[hedgehogdetective]

▪︎》 "'Cause when love is gone, there's always justice."

Hello! My name is Shadow Robotnik, I am a consulting detective for Central City. My Dear Sonic suggested I set this up as a means of outreach and connections. For his sake, I am doing so. Hopefully it goes well!

Contact information and such below.

▪︎》 Chapter I BOUNDARIES

• AU currently titled 'Under Lock & Key'. Essentially a STH adaptation of Sherlock Holmes (Another consulting detective!). May have concepts Frankensteined together.

• No NSFW. It's quite uncomfortable and definitely unprofessional. I may block, delete, ignore, or all of the above any such asks.

• Whilst I don't necessarily mind shipping jokes or asks, I'd rather them be kept to a minimum. Professionalism and all.

• This may change and update as time goes. Keep an eye on it.

▪︎》 Chapter II CASE FILES

• Currently being catalogued. May update later.

▪︎》 Chapter III EVIDENCE LOCKER

• Shadows Interrogation — Answering your questions. Usually I'd be the one asking, but exceptions are fine sometimes.

• Shadows Mind Palace — General discussions. I guess there may be discussions in regards to my cases, though that is usually Sonic's thing. Would hate to take it from him.

• Case Studies — Reblogs. Most likely conversations with others, but regardless.

[childrenofcain-if]

Of course, D's ability will be music related.

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Or so I thought. Maybe pyrokinesis for this flaming hot heartthrob 🥵 Imagine them flaming up during sex.

AGAIN, Y’ALL ARE LITERALLY LOOKING INTO MY NOTES 😔

i will neither confirm nor deny the pyrokinesis part but there is a reason their love is described as burning red.

[gaywarcriminals]

I think Shen Jiu should atticwife more people “for their own good"

[magnuspanoptes]

bluebeard's final girl jon sims 🗣🗣🗣

[charmac]

Do we know if Artemis is back this season? I miss her, I also think her and Mac need some terrible heart to heart about being queer and conversation that doesn't take place in a bowling alley, I think it'd be funny, especially if she like clocks him for having a crush on Dennis and like mocks him, I think they have some sort of plot here

We don’t! (We really know nothing smh)

She wasn’t spotted on set at all, but we also didn’t see Mary Elizabeth Ellis on set (except for a selfie on the final day of filming (at the mid-day wrap party)) but we know she at least seems to be in multiple episodes, so there’s definitely hope!

I would venture to guess that if she is in S17 she’s in #1704 Thought Leadership: a Corporate Conversation (because that’s one of MEE’s episodes and has a lot of additional female stunt performers) or the finale, Golden Bachelor Live (since that seems to be a Frank episode and an episode MEE is in)

Mac and Artemis is definitely an un[der]used team up they should definitely take advantage of. I love in LW7 when Mac understands her obscure sexual endeavours