#floating coliseum

[taterdraws]

when you go "i need my strongest clothes for this" and then discover that your most enhanced top is the froggy sleeve, for some reason.

[vioshortforviolence]

Majora's Mask Location

For anyone who might be searching for this:

Majora's Mask is in the Depths at the Floating Coliseum, just northwest of the Great Abandoned Central Mine.

Coordinates: -1151, -1262, -0499

However, you'll have to defeat a bunch of gloom-infected lynels in a sequence of 1v1 battles, starting with a red-mane and ending with an armored silver-mane.

So make sure to stock up on Sunny meals and weapons with high attack power!

[phoenixcatch7]

So there's an actual in game reason you can't get lynel weapons anymore??

So I was looking over the monster statues, just examining the design, when I notice something I'd seen but never really twigged:

Those are nuts and bolts. Huh. That's not natural, that's been added on. In fact, you can still see part of the original scratchy lynel horn from botw underneath, even if it has mutated a bit like all the other horned monsters.

See, lynels, with lizalfos in a lesser way, are the only enemies in the game with the intelligence and cunning to forge weapons. A lizal can only manage one boomerang, shield or bow with varying spikes and occasionally repurpose some hylian armour (and often loot anyway), but lynels are capable of creating their own unique metals and using it to completely outfit themselves. Armour, bows, shields, spears, clubs, and swords, complete with sheaths and harnesses and decoration!

But in totk the particularly pointy ones are missing, leaving only shields, armour, and bows. Their weapons were subject to the Decay as well, but instead of trying to use them anyway, what did they do? They broke down their own weapons and repurposed them as enhancements to their own horns! Extra defence and a new devastating attack!

But... For what reason? They could have kept using those weapons just fine, everyone else is! It probably would have been more practical to start attaching things to the end, like the goblins have all started doing (albeit with mixed results, they seem to inordinately favour mushrooms). Why would the most feared enemy in the game feel the need to put more points into defence and intimidation, even sometimes utilising the rock armour?

What would they be feeling the need to so strongly defend from, even to the point of sacrificing huge attack power over it?

...

Link. It's Link.

The 5 nothing hero of hyrule, who built a whole community of speed running, styling on, brutally murdering lynels almost exclusively again and again and again. Moldugas, hinox, talus, they haven't changed a bit! They weren't at the center of every flashy slow mo clip since the first game came out!

But lynels in totk are running scared, they're building bigger horns to look scarier and armour to hide in, because once they need to get their short range weapons out its already over, or maybe link will just stop farming them for top tear weapons XD.

Tldr: unlike other monsters, which have branched out to kidnapping, riding flying monsters and rolling big spiky balls, lynels have gone entirely the other direction in order to try and scare the hero off after the last round of stylish massacres, and attached their old decayed gear to their horns.

Tldr tldr: botw link is the reason you can't get lynel weapons in totk because he scared them too much.

[gummi-ships]

Kingdom Hearts 2 - Olympus Coliseum

[notasocialismjoke]

i stopped fast traveling ~150 hours ago in tears of the kingdom and if the size of that number wasn't any indication it's been super fun, the game feels made for it. i've been heading to the gerudo desert for the past real life week and i still haven't gotten there bc i keep getting distracted by stuff in my immediate area.

[eaglefairy]

FIVE FUCKING LYNELS ARE YOU KIDDING ME

[talietikasero]

i think i've found more lightroots than shrines at this point

[linuxthegeek]

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[nyrasproblm]

Useless - chp 1

Feyd-Rautha x reader (wife)

Word Count: 2,2K

Warning: certain angst, arranged marriage, hair pulling, obsession, toxic behavior from Feyd, mention of death, mention of blood.

English is not my first language.

series masterlist dune masterlist

Dune part 2 spoilers!!!

(the words in bold are spoken in the Galach language)

The Baron's youngest nephew's birthday would be today, and it seemed that the festivities had no time to end. You and your brother had only been in Giedi Prime for three days, you didn't like being away from him, everyone was very strange, from the servants to the baron's military officers.

Some servants looked exactly the same as others.

You and your brother were led to a tall tower, with a commanding view of the triangular coliseum below, where the people of Giedi Prime were in force, all eager to celebrate Feyd's birthday and to see bloodshed.

Two chairs were placed on the left side of the fat baron's floating chair, your brother sat on the edge and you sat next to Baron Vladimir. As you sat down, a servant handed you binoculars with two small lenses and walked away.

— On this day of celebration, we are celebrating another full year of the heir to the Harkonnen Empire, Na-baron Feyd-Rautha, the esteemed nephew of our beloved leader Baron Vladimir Harkonnen. — a voice sounded loud throughout the coliseum, speaking in Galach, the language used in official matters and by the Empire, you sighed softly at the great flattery.

The coliseum stands made louder noise when the names of their leaders were mentioned, the Baron raised his hand in gesture and waved briefly.

— To celebrate the coming of age of our esteemed heir, the young na-baron will complete his 100th death in the arena! — the voice exclaimed and the crowd made even more noise.

You found yourself thinking about how many innocent people died in this coliseum to feed the ego and bloodlust of your future husband and the people of this planet.

— In addition to our traditional celebrations, a new event will be celebrated, the young na-baron will get married today. — the voice continued to speak and you felt butterflies in your stomach as people's screams died down a little. — Our heir's beautiful bride is present at this celebration today, may the future of House Harkonnen be prosperous!

You raised the binoculars to your face and directed it to the stands, seeing the equally bald citizens looking in your direction, with different expressions on their faces. Your stomach tightened and you felt your brother squeezing your hand, giving you some support.

— Their opinion doesn't matter. — the baron's voice sounded next to you and you turned to face him. — They don't matter.

You felt even more butterflies in your stomach and just nodded, remaining silent.

— Let's welcome Na-baron Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen! — the voice sounded again and one of the coliseum's stone gates opened, revealing Feyd behind it.

You brought the binoculars to your face again and directed it towards the back of the coliseum, seeing Feyd enter it with one of the blades in his hand and his arm raised, enjoying the animal screams that the audience directed at him. He wore a completely black battle suit with short sleeves.

You watched him walk through the coliseum and stop in front of the tower you were standing on and kneel down to his uncle. The baron waved briefly and Feyd glanced at you, giving a brief sneer. He stood up and walked to the middle of the arena. When he stopped in the middle, some people dressed completely in black, with strange helmets that imitated horns started to come out of dark corners, you frowned.

— May the young na-baron destroy the last Atreides! — the voice finished speaking and some other stone gates at the bottom of the coliseum opened.

Oh, that. You heard about what happened to House Atreides, they were sent to Arrakis to be annihilated by the house of your future husband and according to your brother, they were all killed. The men entering the arena must have been guards for the former Duke Atreides, two of them walked limping to the center of the arena. One of them walked normally.

— That slave is not drugged. — the servant who was on the baron's right side said. — We must stop the fight now.

— And ruin my nephew's birthday? — the baron said.

You watched as Feyd defeated the two drugged slaves with ease and turned his attention to the non-drugged slave after that. The black-robed servants tried to interfere in the fight, stabbing blades into the back of Feyd's opponent, but he growled menacingly at them to back away. At the end of the fight, Feyd defeated the slave and raised his arms in victory, making the stands vibrate.

A servant stopped near you and looked at you, making you raise your eyebrow.

— You must prepare for the wedding, lady. — she said in a low voice and you sighed.

— Oh, okay.

You gave your brother a kiss on the cheek and stood up, following the servant, who was wearing a dress made of a strange black material. She took you back to your quarters and you were confused when you saw that your dresses were no longer in the open closet in which they were placed.

— What happened? Where are the rest of the stuff? — you turned to her, who swallowed hard and lowered her face.

— Your stuff were moved to the na-baron's quarters at his behest, milady. — she walked quickly and picked up a dress that was hanging near one of the walls. — Your wedding dress.

You just sighed and let her help you put on the dress, a very strange dress, by the way, it was completely black.

After getting dressed the servant placed a transparent black veil over your head and secured it with a clip to keep it in place, it covered your face. You followed her outside, she guided you through several of the dark corridors of the fortress, in a certain corridor you could see fireworks in the sky, through some transparent windows near the ceiling. They had no color, were just explosions.

She stopped in front of two large black doors and turned to you, bowed and left.

The large doors opened and you sighed softly, confused. Your brother was supposed to guide you to the altar, but he was standing next to the Baron, already inside the hall. Directing your gaze to the side, you saw Feyd standing at the altar, arms crossed in front of him, face stoic. He still wore the same clothes from the coliseum, maybe he was still covered in blood too.

There were only five people, including a man who was behind Feyd at the altar. At least that.

You realized that you had been standing at the door for a long time and forced yourself to walk to the altar, your steps heavy, almost dragging.

You climbed the few floors of the altar and turned to face Feyd, it was the first time you were so close to each other since your arrival on Giedi Prime. He towered over you with his presence. Swallowing hard, you turned to face the other man at the altar.

— A happy and valuable union for the Empire will happen today. — when he started speaking, you realized it was the same voice from the coliseum. — Ginaz and Harkonnen will become one, one power, one force.

He said at least ten sentences similar to these before finishing and saying:

— Na-baron and Na-baroness Harkonnen. You may kiss the bride, my lord.

You were about to turn around to face Feyd when he pulled you tightly to him and quickly lifted the veil.

Since he first saw you, Feyd couldn't think of anything else but you. He liked everything about you, your tone of voice, your face, the way you seemed respectful, submissive... but most of all, he liked your hair. Women with hair were rare on Giedi Prime, other than the prostitutes that were brought in, but they were nothing compared to you.

He stayed away from you during the days before your wedding, he couldn't bear to look at you without you being his. He felt his body tense up when he saw you next to his uncle celebrating his birthday.

He didn't want to change his clothes after leaving the coliseum, he went straight to the hall where the wedding would take place. When the doors opened and revealed you behind it, he tensed his jaw, the time had finally come.

Feyd had been opposed to the marriage, but seeing you looking around confused, with the wedding dress and the veil covering your face made him more certain that it had been the best deal his uncle had made.

He remained patient throughout the man speech that made the union real, but as soon as he was allowed to lay his hands on you, he did.

He barely waited for you to turn around, he pulled you towards him and lifted your veil, seeing your face surprised by his actions. He placed his large, calloused hand on your cheek and brought his face closer to yours.

— Mine. — he growled and kissed you hard.

He took his other hand to your waist and squeezed, making you shiver slightly, he pulled your face against his, placing his hand on the back of your neck. You were surprised by the quickness of his actions, so it took you a while to react, and when you did, you just put one hand on his shoulder, the other lying at your side.

Feyd bit your lip hard, making you moan in pain involuntarily, and kissed down your cheek to your neck, you took your hands to his chest, trying to push him away. Your brother and his uncle were there, it wasn't appropriate.

Lifting his face, he smiled darkly and you swallowed hard.

— Let's move on to the next part, then? You seem anxious. — he laughed hoarsely.

Feyd practically dragged you through the corridors until you reached his quarters, with his uncle and your brother following behind, after all, the wedding night had to be proven.

Your brother was expressly against it, he had given his word that you were untouched, but his opinion was not taken into consideration, the baron just said that it was tradition.

Arriving at Feyd's quarters, he was completely impolite as he quickly began to take off your dress. You looked back and saw Baron Vladimir and your brother sitting facing the bed.

What a humiliation, you thought.

Feyd finished taking off your dress completely and you wanted to cringe and disappear from here, go back to Ginaz, but that wasn't possible. He spent many minutes contemplating your body, running his hands over you, and you moaned uncomfortably from time to time.

— What a beautiful birthday present, I couldn't have gotten anything better. — he placed his hands on your cheeks and ran his lips over your face, stopping at your mouth.

— Get on with it, boy. — Baron Vladimir scolded and Feyd gave him a deadly look.

He led you to the bed, pulling your arm, and began taking off his own clothes. You looked again and your brother was staring at his hands.

Baron Vladimir and your brother left after the first time. Feyd did the act at least three times that you can recall. You would be pregnant soon, he wanted to make sure of that.

— I can hardly believe it. — he murmured hoarsely, staring at your naked body.

Feyd's body was muscular, given the fact that he was a warrior, and you would be lying if you said you didn't admire his physique. The big, calloused hands, the hoarse, grunting voice.

The next day, you woke up alone in bed, still naked. When you sat down, you saw Feyd sitting in a chair facing the bed, still, and you instinctively pulled the sheet to cover his body, making him laugh mockingly.

— Don't worry, I've seen it all, wife. — the word left his lips venomously. — Don't forget that your body now belongs to me, you shouldn't and won't hide it from me.

You remained silent, you started looking around the room, which irritated Feyd, he wanted your attention to him.

— You mock your husband with your silence, woman. — he got up and approached the bed.

— No, na-baron, I didn't mean to. — you said looking at him.

He sat next to you on the bed and put his hand on the back of your neck.

— My birthday celebrations were unforgettable, what did you think of the fight?

— You are an excellent warrior without a doubt, my lord.

He pulled your hair hard, making your neck exposed, bringing his face closer to yours.

— I am the best, don't you think?

— Yes, husband, you are. — you sighed at the burning sensation on your scalp.

He let go of your hair and brought his face closer to your neck, placing kisses there.

— We did a great job yesterday, you will be carrying my son soon.

You just swallowed hard.

[apoemaday]

A Brave and Startling Truth

by Maya Angelou

We, this people, on a small and lonely planet Traveling through casual space Past aloof stars, across the way of indifferent suns To a destination where all signs tell us It is possible and imperative that we learn A brave and startling truth And when we come to it To the day of peacemaking When we release our fingers From fists of hostility And allow the pure air to cool our palms When we come to it When the curtain falls on the minstrel show of hate And faces sooted with scorn are scrubbed clean When battlefields and coliseum No longer rake our unique and particular sons and daughters Up with the bruised and bloody grass To lie in identical plots in foreign soil When the rapacious storming of the churches The screaming racket in the temples have ceased When the pennants are waving gaily When the banners of the world tremble Stoutly in the good, clean breeze When we come to it When we let the rifles fall from our shoulders And children dress their dolls in flags of truce When land mines of death have been removed And the aged can walk into evenings of peace When religious ritual is not perfumed By the incense of burning flesh And childhood dreams are not kicked awake By nightmares of abuse When we come to it Then we will confess that not the Pyramids With their stones set in mysterious perfection Nor the Gardens of Babylon Hanging as eternal beauty In our collective memory Not the Grand Canyon Kindled into delicious color By Western sunsets Nor the Danube, flowing its blue soul into Europe Not the sacred peak of Mount Fuji Stretching to the Rising Sun Neither Father Amazon nor Mother Mississippi who, without favor, Nurture all creatures in the depths and on the shores These are not the only wonders of the world When we come to it We, this people, on this minuscule and kithless globe Who reach daily for the bomb, the blade and the dagger Yet who petition in the dark for tokens of peace We, this people on this mote of matter In whose mouths abide cankerous words Which challenge our very existence Yet out of those same mouths Come songs of such exquisite sweetness That the heart falters in its labor And the body is quieted into awe We, this people, on this small and drifting planet Whose hands can strike with such abandon That in a twinkling, life is sapped from the living Yet those same hands can touch with such healing, irresistible tenderness That the haughty neck is happy to bow And the proud back is glad to bend Out of such chaos, of such contradiction We learn that we are neither devils nor divines When we come to it We, this people, on this wayward, floating body Created on this earth, of this earth Have the power to fashion for this earth A climate where every man and every woman Can live freely without sanctimonious piety Without crippling fear When we come to it We must confess that we are the possible We are the miraculous, the true wonder of this world That is when, and only when We come to it.

[five-rivers]

Alien

Danny doodled absently in the margins of his homework.  He’d gotten into the Astronomy elective this year, and although he’d finished that homework, he wasn’t ready to start on his Language Arts homework.  Instead, he daydreamed, his thoughts drifting slowly from the sun, to satellites, to stars, to planets.  

“Clockwork, are there ghost portals on other planets?  I mean,” he said, revising his question, “could a person travel to another planet, like, um, Mars, using natural portals?”

For a long moment, Clockwork didn’t answer, and Danny sighed, aware that he did sometimes push his luck when it came to Clockwork and questions.  As Clockwork said, he couldn’t give Danny all the answers.  

“That’s an interesting question,” said Clockwork.  

“It is?” asked Danny, sitting up on the couch (which bore a remarkable similarity to the couch Danny’s parents had blown up when he was six).  

“Yes,” said Clockwork.  “It is.”  He moved to the side of the time screen he’d been looking at, letting Danny see it.  

The screen showed a starscape, detailed, bright, and familiar.  Earth’s night sky.  

“A portal may form anywhere that sufficiently captures the soul,” said Clockwork.  

“Like… imagination-wise?”

“That is the most common element in these situations, yes.”  

Danny squinted at Clockwork.  “The way you phrased that is weird.”

“But no less true.”  

“People imagine Mars all the time,” said Danny.  

“So they do,” said Clockwork.  He flicked his hand and the image on the screen dispersed into static, only to resolve into what Danny quickly recognized as the beginning of Sam, Tucker, and his disastrous trip with the Infi-Map.  "But natural portals do not only pierce through space."

Danny floated up off the couch, abandoning his homework.  "Is this your way of telling me that we're going to start finding weirdly old bodies on Mars and stuff?"

"There are other planets than Mars," said Clockwork.  "And more than humans pass through portals."

"Yeah, I know, but Mars was–" he stopped.  "You don't mean planets in this solar system, do you?  You mean– you're talking about things from Earth going to other solar systems."

"It is a possibility."

"But," continued Danny, approaching the screen, "people didn't know about exoplanets until pretty recently.  So, were the portals just aimed at the stars, or…?"

Rather pointedly, the Danny on the screen tumbled from the sixteen-hundreds to Rome.  

"Right.  I guess time, um."  He winced.  "Portals can form regardless of time."

"Nice save," said Clockwork with a raised eyebrow.  

"I'm trying to follow your clues," complained Danny.  He continued to watch the screen.  "Is that just one sided, from the future that knows about things, to the past that doesn't?"

"Were you trapped in the past?"

"No," said Danny, "but we also knew about the future."

"Hm," said Clockwork.  

"I guess I'm trying to ask…  If you had something in, like, I don't know, the time when bacteria started producing oxygen–"

"The Siderian Period."

"Yeah, then.  Could a portal open then, in the, uh, the Siderian Period on Earth, and go through the Ghost Zone, and have the other side be on planet that it could, um.  Live on?  That wasn't Earth?"

"The chances are small," said Clockwork.

"But they exist?" pressed Danny.  

Clockwork waved his hand again, and the screen flickered, going from Danny and Vlad fighting in a coliseum to a cloudy blue-green ocean.  A neon green whirl came to life among the blue, and the point of view zoomed through it, coming to a stop above a gray ocean under a whitish sun.  Bluish water trickled through the tiny portal, splashing into the gray sea.  The color diffused, slowly.  

Danny bounced in the air, excited.  "And it could live?"

"I believe you are the one who told me humans had calculated the odds of a mouse surviving on the surface of the sun for a week."

"Then that means, that means that there could be real alien life that ultimately came from Earth."

"What makes you think this is not Earth?" asked Clockwork, tilting his staff at the screen.  "The sky you know takes much of its color from the composition of its atmosphere.  What makes you think either of them were Earth?”

Danny’s mouth slowly formed an O of surprise.  

"But then," said Danny, “you could basically have a chain.  Life going from one planet to the next and the next after that…  Would things get traded back and forth like that?  Is that where missing links go?”

“Most holes in the fossil record are simply due to chance, or certain organisms being difficult to preserve.”

“But not all of them?”

Clockwork hummed noncommittally.  

“That’s so cool,” said Danny.  “Like, aliens had to exist, either way.  Life happening in one place and not anywhere else– Well, that’s way too unlikely.  But this is really cool.”

“As you have said.”

“But if the crossover is consistent… if it’s consistent, wouldn’t someone have noticed?  I know people disappear all the time, but people showing up out of nowhere is different.  Isn’t it?”

“Remember,” said Clockwork, “the current awareness of your world is a relatively recent development.  For most of human history, if a new group of people arrived in an area, and local people were not able to recognize where they came from, they simply assumed they were from somewhere far away, but still knowable."

"Well…  okay.  I can see that.  Just.  Wow."  He leaned back in the air, still caught in a sense of wonder.  "There could be whole civilizations out there…  Imagine if we could make portals that go to those places and visit.   I know there's the Infi-Map, but still."

"There are reasons that ghosts no longer seek such things out, except for the foolish and the power-hungry."

"Oh," said Danny, but he only deflated a little bit.   

"Daniel."  

Danny righted himself to look at Clockwork.  "Yeah?"

"It may come, someday, that you will ask a question that seems to have no answer, or encounter a situation to which there seems to be no solution.  Think back to this when you do."

"Okay," said Danny.

"Now, get back to your homework. I know you haven't done it all." 

Danny stuck out his tongue and flitted back to the couch.  Clockwork was right, but he didn’t have to say it.

[evilminji]

The House of Mysteries is Arguably Sentient Right?

(O.O ) I sit here... contemplating the... WEIRD Ghosts Danny might come across. The true Haunted Houses. Planets. Theaters. Boxes bigger on the inside. Living ships and A.I.s, Etc.

All things can die. If the house of mysteries is someday utterly destroyed? Is that not death? If the Planet and Green Lantern Mogo is broken to pieces like non-sentient Krypton was, has he not perished?

Do they not stand equal chance of become Ghosts?

Are.... Are Haunts even created? Or are they a symbiotic ghost relationship? The dual fulfilling of Obsession. A house, properly haunted and taking care of someone. And a Ghost, watching TV or organizing stamps or living out the fantasy of their Perfect Life.

All behind purple doors.

Houses are demolished all the time. Or lost to war or disaster. An old enough house? Enough people living and dying in it? Could arguably start to accumulate ectoplasm. Become, not sentient, but a touch more. And in dying? Like any animal, leave behind that Idea of who they were. That ALMOST and Instinct.

Certain places though? That are alive? That have seen far too much death? They seem to carry over. Castles and long burned libraries, coliseums, and frozen hills. The places life was lost, over and over or all at once.

Floating islands from long dead planets.

I bet we could find Kryptonian flora on some of them. If we looked in the right area. It must be a strange mix. Down right bizarre. Facing just about anything and wondering if it's sentient.

With Ectoplasm? It could be.

But at the same time? Imagine the RELIEF? Of, after the stress and fear of dying, waking up CHANGED, somewhere new and alone... searching desperately for something, anything, to ground your self? The relief you'd feel... when a door seems to drift right into out of nowhere. Just? Gentle bonk.

And yeah, it's purple. Looks like every generic door that's ever been. But? It has this VIBE. Like you're staring at the door to your first shit apartment, but it's YOURS and YOU paid for it and you're... you're home now. You open it.

And it's like some crammed every inspo board you ever had and all the parts of every room you ever loved, together. Familiar, new, and best of all? NOT a vast swirling green void. You drift inside.

If you're like so many ghosts? Probably never leave. Why would you? It's spooky and loud and crazy out there. Everyone's nuts. In HERE it's nice. No fights, art and food the way you like it, time feels muted and far away...

You only really snap OUT of your happy Vibe Sesh with your House Haunt when someone intrudes.

There us probably a whole flip side of the Zone that we never really see. Haunt politics. Competition for the really GOOD Ghosts. Haunts that don't want a ghost because they are waiting for somebody who may or may not come.

Other fuckin MOGO'S. Seriously. Sentient planet. That may be rare, may even be the sole example IN THEIR UNIVERSE, but the Zone is Multiversal. Literally Infinite.

Which means there ARE at least a handful or more of SENTIENT PLANET GHOSTS. How do you?? Cope? "Oh this is my buddy, the PLANET EARTH." But possibly BIGGER.

Fuck that's a lot of Ectoplasm. Thank Zone their Obsession's are usually "Be Prosperous Planet" and "orbit and protect this Star, which is sentient and my frient".

Oh? They forgot to mention the SENTIENT FUCKING STAR? As in giant ball of fire and death? Whoops! :T

Don't worry! THEIR Obsession is their planets! It's a full circle thing. Just leave that little system alone and they won't annihilate you and everything you've ever loved! Easy.

Lookin a little pale there, your Majesty. You need to lay down?

(And to think, all this... because Pariah's Castle got into a literal land war with other castles over who gets the New King.)

(Accusations of being a Greedy Bitch were thrown. Suggestions to Get Good and stop being A Loser Crybaby were offered. Somehow, there were cannons? Danny is still unclear but has been told under NO circumstances is he to step foot in ANY ghost building until mediators can be brought in. It could be seen as declaring a preference.)

@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight @nerdpoe

[brittle-doughie]

https://www.tumblr.com/brittle-doughie/741796724114391040/in-the-golden-cheese-kingdom-theres-the-coliseum?source=share

This inspired an intresting opposite thing idea I have....for all of us who wouldn't be very...eager to fight.

Imagine instead of being hyped to fight...y/n is downright TERRIFIED to fight! Like:

Y/n: all these monsters...look terrifying...wait WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU WANT TO FIGHT THEM! THEY WILL TEAR YOUR HEAD OFF! I DON'T WANT THIS!

*Y/n starts banging on the walls of the arena-*

LET ME OUT! FOR THE LOVE OF ALL WITCHES LET ME OUT!!!

OLIVE COOKIE, DON’T LEAVE ME HERE

Olive Cookie!

(You turn to see the Brave gang and Black Raisin Cookie T-pose float towards you, about to politely request that you help fight the monsters with them. You bang on the colosseum walls even more loudly)

OLIVE COOKIE! HELP ME-

(Insert William Afton screaming meme)

[iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia]

Important question,

match these with the M6 pls (thats not a question im sorry i lied)

honk shoo honk shoo 😴

*snore* mimimi *snore* mimimi 😴

float when they smell a delicious pie

slip on a banana peel and fall, getting a tall bump on their head as birds circle their head

accidentally hits a wall and becomes 2d

pulls out a comically large hammer out of thin air

-🌼

I feel a gut-level need to answer this unhinged question 2017 ask arcana style so here we go!!

Nadia - this is the snore she uses when she's pretending that she's not awake. One of her sisters told her decades ago that that was what she sounded like when she was deeply asleep and nobody's had the heart to correct her since.

Muriel - he knows that he snores, and he's self-conscious about it. What he doesn't know is that he has one of the cutest snores known to mankind. You and Asra have both tried to tell him and he doesn't believe you.

Portia - who says magic isn't real? As many times as she's pretended to be pulled by her nose across the marketplace to Selasi's booth, it did actually happen on accident once while she was still learning to control her magic.

Lucio - has a deep dislike for banana peels both for this reason and because people used to compare his hair to them in the army. He used to see stars when this happened, but he now he just sees goats and it sets him off every time.

Julian - the poor guy is already skin and bones, he doesn't have that much farther to go to turn into a walking pancake. Mazelinka still loves to reminisce about just how squished he got his first few rum-soaked days on her boat when he kept walking into walls

Asra - this is their favorite party trick. It wasn't included in the story because describing the back-and-forth you shared under the Coliseum convincing him not to do this in the upcoming trial by combat would have ruined the romantic vibes

Hope you like my answers, yellow flower! Cheers! ^.^

brainrot

[thesharktanksdriver]

God of Wishes (Platonic)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏. 𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞

𝐀𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧' 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐆𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐲

Floating above the clouds resides the coliseum in which future blood shall be spilt, stones more ancient than most cities or countries now being used once more for its initial purpose of bloodshed and warriors. Bread and circus as they say in the ancient times of the romans. None could be more true here in your eyes. There are crowds upon crowds of people, thousands pushing past or shoving their way about as people line up at food stands of all types. Some people you can tell are from your time but others are obviously from different era’s and countries by their clothing, which makes sense as to why the food stands are so varied. It’s to accommodate all the people from around the world. Either way being around this many people makes you nervous, not to mention what this entire event is for yet they smile. It doesn’t make sense to you how people can find this to be fun, people are gonna die, blood will inevitably be spilt on the old soil of this ancient monument. But despite that everyone around is happily buying cotton candy or pizza, almost as if this were some normal sport game. 

You hold back a shiver and press a hand to your forehead to help with the aching pain, your headache felt worse than normal when being in these sorts of situations, probably due to the stress of this entire thing. Your parents were not helping either, they knew this would happen yet were indifferent even as you downed some pills to help alleviate it. Yet even as you said it still felt as if a sledgehammer was banging against the insides of your head they said to deal with it, to walk it off as if that would do anything. 

Another person pushes past you making you almost fall, your parents are getting steadily farther away and panic washes over you. “Mom!, dad!, wait!” it tumbles out your mouth but seems to be muddled with the chatter of everyone else around you. “Hey!, wait up!” once again but much like before they don’t turn their heads as they keep walking onwards. They're getting farther, it's getting harder to tell them apart from everyone else walking past. And then like sand slipping between your fingers they're gone, you're left in the middle of an uncaring crowd that busy themselves meanwhile you're crying and clutching your head while the other hand reaches out to no one. You stand still completely lost as to what to do as people push past without so much as a care for you.

You clench your heterochromia eyes shut, pain invading your skull once again as your headache seems to get worse, you let out a hiss of pain stumbling back a bit. What the hell do you do now?you're lost in a giant stadium, the wifi is absolute shit, the inside of your brain feels like it's crushing itself against your head and you have no clue if there’s security here to go to for help.

Blindly you begin walking, the only thing you're focused on is the pain and what would make it stop and that was silence. Just pure silence away from the loud buzz of excited crowds and overlapping smells of greasy and sweet foods. Your feet and ears guide you, walking you through hordes of people who barely bat an eye even though you clearly need help, your mind feels fuzzy for awhile until you notice how things are a little quieter now. You keep walking, wanting pure silence and not just now somewhat hushed conversations since it still makes your head sting with pain. You walk further, your feet hurt but at this point you don’t care since there is complete silence except for your screaming thoughts and footsteps that echo down old and cold halls. You slide down against the wall and curl up against the old stone. 

Surely by now they’ve noticed you're not with them, gone looking for you as they should…but some part of you doubts that. It’s sad to even think that a part of you knows it’s a possibility that they hadn’t noticed. 

Fuck. your head is fucked up, this entire sick gladiator match was fucked and your parents were uncaring assholes who dragged you here knowing you wouldn’t like it.

“I wish someone actually fucking cared” this comes out as a bitter laugh, and is punctuated by yet another hiss of pain as a wave of diziness hits you like a fright train. Your eyes flutter open and shut, your eyelids are getting heavy and there isn’t much you can do to stop yourself from succumbing to the temptation of sleep at this point.

You just hope you’ll be ok randomly passing out at this arena and not be smited by some angry god who thought of you as dirt beneath their heel. 

===

Snowflakes dance around you as you hazily peer out from the crater you woke up in. it’s cold yet you feel completely ok, smoke emanates from not only you but the chunks of shattered rock around you that give off a pulsating yellow glow that contrasts against the white snow. Your eyes watch as the snow sparkles from the glowing crystal-like rock, the origin of which remains a mystery to you as you hold out your hands to catch the falling snow. 

It’s hard to control our limbs?, almost as if you were using them for the first time. Even lifting your arms feels weird, along with the flexing of your fingers as you bend them to try and make a cupping motion. It takes a minute before you figure out to somewhat control them, which leads you to cup up some nearby not melted snow that quickly reverts back to water at your mere touch after a few seconds. It makes you giggle in delight, pure and innocent like a child on christmas day.

You sit there for who knows how long playing with the snow and getting used to your hands when suddenly something happens which makes your eyes widen in surprise and curiosity. Thunder booms in the distance, swirling grey clouds now covering the sky above you in their mass that blocks out the sun. The sound feels foreign and beautiful, like an exploding symphony of beautiful chaos to your ears that ring from the sound alone. A sound of awe escapes your mouth, it sounds foreign and you feel your vocal cords tingle in delight. 

More thunder sounds off in the distance but gets closer and closer. And then you spot something off into the horizon, instead of a white haze of snowflakes crashing down into the snow you spot red. A bright beautiful red that feels fresh to your new eyes, and then you see the gold and black eyes of that figure connect with your own. His faze remains fuzzy except for his eyes, old and stoic eyes that volumes about the man's character as he gets closer and closer. The thunder gets louder with each step he takes, almost as if the sound itself came from his walking rather than the ashy coloured clouds overhead.  

His mouth moves, yet no words enter your ears, but despite that you respond back with something you also can’t hear. Things now feel blurry, like looking at a glitched video where something is obviously wrong with it due to ageing or general bad recording quality. 

More silent words are exchanged and eventually you get off the ground with shaky legs. He offers a hand and you take it, his face is a blur of red strands of long hair and two pits of black with golden glowing pupils that remind you of stars in the light sky. 

===  

“Hey y-”

Your mind is slightly muffled as you wake up against the spot you passed out in, god it feels like there's cotton stuffed in your ears or something with how distant everything sounds…well until you finally realise that someone is talking to you and that the blur of yellow and blue in front of you is the face of a man knelt down at your side. You jolt up, letting out a small “ah!” of surprise when a sharp sting of pain shoots through you along with nausea. 

“Careful. Take some deep breaths for a second”

You do as the man says, focusing on breathing as you clutched your eyes closed and let him help hold you up. In and out, in and out, a repetitive cycle that seems to help clear up your clogged and confused head after that odd dream. You open your eyes and now properly see the man’s face, platinum blond locks that frame his youthful face, sapphire blue eyes that are full of concern as he stares at you. You feel like you've seen him before but you don’t know where. 

You look down and then see there’s only a lead covering his…man parts.

You let out a loud yelp and cover your eyes out of embarrassment. 

“W-why aren't you wearing anything?!?” you crack your eyes open slightly to see he kinda looks confused? Almost as if this wasn’t unusual as his head tilts slightly. You shut your eyes again.

 “I don’t have clothes? You knew that already though” 

“What do you mean I already knew that? I don't know you at all!” At this point you're more confused than he is and the lingering headache is doing nothing to help your already tired brain. Everything feels jumbled together, like a rats nest or christmas lights that you're trying to unravel. You stumble getting up and he supports you like before, you're not sure what to do anymore. You just want to unravel your thoughts and figure out what's happening and what to do at this point.

It seems the blond catches on to what you want and offers “i'll take you to someone who’ll hopefully help you. Is that alright?”. Despite your hesitation (mostly due to him being almost fully naked if not for the leaf that seemed to deny physics) you agree, just wanting someone who could do something. Help you put yourself back on track and find your parents…or something. Honestly at this point you're not even sure you want to see them considering they knew you’d likely panic at an event like this.

The man begins leading you further down the quiet hallways, he’s careful in helping you walk since it feels like at any moment your legs could give out from beneath you. Fuck, it feels like the energy was zapped from you for whatever reason. Nothing like this had happened before so why now? Why of all places would it be in a stadium you're lost in? Sometimes you thought the gods hated you…which they probably do since they're trying to eradicate humanity. You quietly grumble to yourself, curses from under your tongue that  you’d normally hold back due to self control. You don’t have any self control right now though, you're just plain pissed and tired which isn’t a good combination. 

The hallway seems to stretch on for forever, a melding mass of the same coloured dusty floor and stone walls. A labyrinth befitting for something of several beasts of unspeakable magnitude to roam, perhaps it is already filled with that. Monsters from your experience of life were always hidden behind snide smiles and laughs hidden behind hands, glares and side-eye that’s complemented by sly insults. Humans were more scary than the beasts from tales in your opinion, because fairy tale monsters are predictably in their behaviour of violence and don’t mask that. Humans on the other hand hide it, building up persona’s to commit their cruel acts.

You almost trip again and he helps you, carefully guiding you once more as you take another look at him.

“I…I don’t know your name” comes out as a hushed question, one in which he gently smiles and replies “Adam” in a fond tone bordering on nostalgia. 

You nod, holding onto his arm as he turns and opens a door that stops whatever chatter was happening from within that room. Hesitantly you peek your head in, looking to see a room full of people of all kinds and then two women who are looking at you with complete shock. The others simply look confused, and honestly you're in the same boat as them, this was weird. 

“y..y/n?!?!, your back!” the smaller of the two women say, tears lining her eyes as a happy smile stretched across her face. She’s wearing somewhat casual clothes and has lavender coloured hair, much different to the more formal woman at her side who remains in a shocked silence. She comes to give you a hug but pauses seeing how shocked you looked, and then she seems to see your eyes. One a shade of shimmering gold, the other being something more common.

“Your eyes!, what happ-

“I'm sorry but who are you? And how do you know my name?.”

The younger of the two women goes silent as the other seemingly comes to a realisation as she stares at the younger woman.

“Göll stand down.” she turns to you “we have much to discuss. But right now I need to do something urgent, would you wait here?”

Without much of a choice you nod, but you feel safe with her judgement.

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You're left in a room sitting down near a man you quickly came to learn as Qin Shi Huang, otherwise known as the first emperor of china and now a competitor for ragnarok on the human’s side…yeah safe to say this is not how you imagined your day going. 

“Um so…i did a project on you once” you're not sure if that’s a good ice breaker or not but it was the only thing you thought of saying to get rid of the weird silence as he sipped on a cup of tea. You gently hold a cup he poured for you but still hadn't taken a sip yet out of nervousness. 

“A project?”

“Yeah, we had to choose a famous historical leader. I chose you for it”

He seems to be amused by that, a smile appearing as the cloth over his eyes scrunches up ever so slightly. You get the sense he’s confident in himself, something you can’t really relate to.

“Any reason as to why you picked me other than being emperor?” there’s a sense of pride as he asks this that makes you lighten up a little bit. He seems a little less intimidating than before when he was silently sipping tea as you felt his covered eyes peer out at you from behind the grandiose material. 

“your life story was interesting to me”

“How so?”

You pause, then think of how to explain your fascination with his story to him. “Well…i guess it’s because you started from nothing and made something out of it, if that makes sense?. It’s inspirational, from how everyone kept pushing you down but you rose to become emperor despite it all”

At your answer he smiles yet again, but now it’s partnered with a sense of knowing. 

“Is it also because you can relate to it?’

His question makes embarrassment bubble up in you a little. Were you really that obvious?. “Um, first part yeah. There’s no rise or proving them wrong for me though” your nervous yet again and now you finally take a sip of tea, it's delicious and high quality though you hadn’t expected any less. But it does make you wonder why he let you have some. 

“As emperor I order you to prove them wrong” he says this so nonchalantly you do a double take. 

“Sorry but that's probably not gonna happen”

“And why no- '' before he could argue with you over that, the doors open to reveal the woman from before with long flowing black hair. Unlike before you now properly take in her appearance, piercing blue eyes, an angelic-like white dress with navy and gold detailings as a train of pure feathers trail across the ground, a look of seriousness that hides care and love. She is what you imagine angels to look like, or perhaps even a goddess. She immediately goes to your side and takes you away without a second thought as Qin argues that he’s not done talking with you.

You silently thank her for her random appearance

She takes you to what you assume to be her living quarters that’s paired with an office. It’s a beautiful place but you don’t focus on it as she sits down across from you at her desk, eyes serious and hands clasped together. 

“I need you to be completely honest to me. Do you remember me?” there is a glint of hope in her eyes that you sadly have to dash as you respond back with “no, i don’t.”.

She sighs, it’s more tired and worried than disappointed like you expected.

“It seems like my thought is correct.you reincarnated as a human”

Pause…what?

“R-reincarnated?!? Who was I before?!”

“Your name hasn't changed, so who do you think?’

You think you're about to pass out again.

[anonymousewrites]

Logos and Pathos (Book 3) Chapter Fourteen

TOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Fourteen: Anger Destroying

Summary: (Y/N) works with a Klingon to try to take on the entity of anger.

            “Captain,” said (Y/N) as they, Spock, and Kirk walked through the halls. “I sense high anger. It could be Chekov. He’s showing the most anger outside of Bones, and he’s in Sickbay.”

            “Let’s go,” said Kirk.

            They ran and rounded the corner to see Chekov with his sword raised over Mara, Kang’s wife and Science Officer.

            “Chekov!” shouted Kirk, grabbing him and pulling him away from Mara. He slapped Chekov, and the Russian fell back.

            “Captain, don’t forget he’s not entirely responsible for himself,” said Spock.

            “Are you alright?” asked (Y/N), looking at Mara.

            The Klingon narrowed her eyes at (Y/N).

            “Listen, I know you don’t trust us, but there’s an entity aboard this ship. That’s why all of this is happening. You’re a science officer, you must see that everything we’ve been seeing makes no sense,” said (Y/N). “Please, none of us want to fight. Take us to Kang. Give us a temporary truce.”

            Mara didn’t answer, but (Y/N) felt her anger subside in confusion when (Y/N) approached with no aggression.

            “Let’s get Chekov to Bones,” said Kirk, hauling Chekov’s unconscious body up. He sighed as he walked and Spock and (Y/N) watched Mara. “Is this what’s in store for us? From here on in—violence, hatred…”

            He trailed off as he walked into Sickbay and put Chekov down on a bed. Bones scanned him instantly and frowned.

            “Brainwaves show almost paranoid mania,” he said in surprise.

            ���That would explain the emotions he radiates,” said (Y/N), rubbing their temple because they finally got a break from Chekov’s anger burning at them.

            “What happened?” asked Bones.

            “He lost control…so did I,” said Kirk. He hadn’t meant to hit Chekov so hard, but his own feelings had gone crazy. “We’re becoming animal warriors.” He sighed. “Let’s go, Spock, (L/N).” He turned away.

            “Jim,” said Bones. “Johnson’s head wound has almost completely healed. The same with the other casualties. Sword wounds to the vital organs, massive trauma, shock…” he shook his head. “They’re all healing at a fantastic rate.”

            “It seems the entity wants us to live,” observed (Y/N), crossing their arms.

            “Why? So we can fight and fight and keep coming back for more?” murmured Kirk. “Like some bloody coliseum?” He scowled. “What’s next—the roar of crowds?”

            “Perhaps human and Klingon psychologies and combat capabilities are being tested by an alien with designs on both powers,” offered Spock.

            “That or it’s feeding off of our aggression in a similar way to Redjac feeding off our fear,” said (Y/N).

            Spock nodded and gazed at them, adoring how logical they were being currently. He loved them anyway, but they never failed to impress them.

            “If we’re pawns, then you’re looking at one who’s extremely sorry,” said Bones.

            “We understand, Doctor,” said Spock. “I, too, felt a brief surge of aggression. Most distasteful.”

            “Let’s find the alien,” said (Y/N) decidedly.

            Kirk nodded and looked at Mara. “You’ll come with us. Maybe we can prove to you that it exists.”

            They walked out through the halls of the Enterprise and turned into a corridor. Kirk froze as he saw it, and Spock’s tricorder trilled. (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. The entity was there, a floating ball of energy twirling through the hall in front of them.

            “Spock, any idea what it is?” asked Kirk.

            “Totally unfamiliar,” said Spock, raising his brows.

            The entity stopped in front of them and turned red. Spock carefully reached for (Y/N)’s arm to keep them from going too close. (Y/N) squinted as a pressure in their head started.

            “What is it you want?” questioned Kirk, staring at the hovering entity. “What are you doing here?”

            “Reporting for duty, sir.” Johnson stepped out of nowhere, anger pouring out of him.

            “Duty? Did McCoy release you from Sickbay?” asked Kirk in confusion, glancing between him and warily keeping an eye on the entity.

            “I released myself,” snapped Johnson.

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened. His anger was growing as the entity turned redder. It was manipulating his mind and trying to do that to them, that was the pressure in their mind.

            “The Klingons almost did me in once, and I’m out to even the score,” declared Johnson.

            “I order you—” began Kirk

            “I’ve got my orders!” shouted Johnson. The entity’s energy swirled around itself, and Johnson’s stormy emotions grew to new heights. “Kill the Klingons! It’s them or us, isn’t it?!”

            “Johnson!” shouted Kirk, but he was already turning towards Mara and holding his sword tighter.

            “Calm down.” (Y/N) spoke simply and put a hand on Johnson’s shoulder before he could react.

            Flames of anger burned at their senses, but (Y/N) welcomed in the emotion and let themself filter it down, pushing in calmness like a cool breeze. Johnson’s shoulder sagged as his anger was replaced, and exhaustion overtook him as his body had been running on fury. He collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

            Kirk, Mara, and Spock looked down at Johnson’s body and then at (Y/N). They saw the looks and shrugged.

            “I barely did anything,” said (Y/N).

            Kirk and Spock exchanged a look. Sometimes they forgot that (Y/N)’s abilities were so strong since they refrained from manipulating others’ emotions as much as possible.

            The entity’s glow turned back to a greenish-yellow color, the red gone.

            “Fascinating,” said Spock. “During Lieutenant Johnson’s emotional outburst—his expression of hatred and lust for vengeance—the alien’s life energy level increased. When (Y/N) calmed the Lieutenant, the alien lost energy. It seems (Y/N) is, once again, correct. Like Redjac, this entity feeds on emotions that it provokes, here anger and conflict instead of fear.”

            “It exists on the hate of others.” (Y/N) clicked their tongue. “So it created this situation in order to satisfy that need. It brought us and the Klingons to one another, gave us crude weapons, pushed hate into us, and sits back and grows stronger.” Their eyes narrowed. “It must have kept the numbers and healing abilities balanced in order to keep a constant state of violence.”

            Spock loved (Y/N)’s logic as much as he loved their heart. “Indeed.”

            “It’s got to have a vulnerable area,” said Kirk. “We’ve got to get rid of it.”

            “We have to eliminate the hate aboard,” said (Y/N). “Otherwise it will keep growing stronger. The fighting has to end, and soon.”

            “Can you not push some other emotion into the entity like you did with Redjac?” asked Kirk.

            (Y/N) shook their head. “Redjac had a physical body then, and if I opened my mind to the entity, I risk getting angry myself, and that would give it a lot of energy.”

            “Let’s not find out what that would allow it to do,” muttered Kirk, and Spock nodded in agreement. They didn’t need the entity that could already manipulate their mind and objects around them to suddenly gain the energy an empath’s emotions would give it.

            “No,” said (Y/N). “So we need Kang to listen to us so we can find a truce and stop fighting.”

            All eyes went to Mara. She didn’t dignify them with a response, but (Y/N) could sense that not all of her emotions were anger anymore. Seeing the truth had helped abate the entity’s manipulations of her mind. (Y/N) could only hope they could make everyone else see sense.

            Kirk pressed a communications button. “Kang. Kang, this is Captain Kirk. Kang, do you read me?” Nothing. Kirk frowned. “He’s not responding.”

            “The alien is affecting his mind, Captain,” said Spock. “I suspect it will soon become so powerful none of us will be able to resist it.” And if it gets (Y/N)’s emotions, it is truly over for us.

            The bosun whistled, and Kirk answered with the hope that it was Kang.

            “Scotty here, sir.” It was not Kang, but what was worse was Scotty’s somber voice. “The ship’s dilithium crystals are deteriorating. We can’t stop the process.”

            “Time factor?” asked Kirk.

            “In twelve minutes we’ll be totally without engine power,” said Scotty.

            “Well…Do whatever you can,” said Kirk. “Kirk out.” He stared at the entity and watched it float into a wall and disappear. “So we drift into space with only hatred and bloodshed aboard.” He looked at Mara. “Do you believe now?” She didn’t answer, still slightly hesitant. The manipulation of her mind was still wearing off.

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            “There’s no change, Captain,” said Scotty ruefully when they arrived back on the Bridge. “The dilithium crystals are still discharging. There’s nothing we can do about it.”

            “If I could talk to Kang,” muttered Kirk. “Somehow cut through Klingon lines, make peace before it’s too late.”

            “We have nine minutes, fifty-three seconds to power zero,” reported Spock.

            “Whatever we try, we need to do it soon,” said (Y/N).

            “There is, of course, a logical option. Kang’s wife is, after all, our prisoner,” said Spock. “Perhaps a threat.”

            (Y/N) put a hand on Spock’s arm and let their love filter into him. The slight bit of aggression slipping into Spock burned away at their touch. They didn’t hesitate to help him since they knew he understood they wouldn’t cross any boundaries. They were helping him keep his Vulcan stoicism.

            “Aye, now that’s something the Klingons would understand!” declared Scotty.

            “Both of you, stop. The entity is trying to get you to be aggressive again,” said (Y/N) firmly. All eyes went to her, and (Y/N) saw a bit of thankfulness and surprise within Mara.

            Kirk silently walked to his seat and pressed the communications button. “Kang. Kang, this is Kirk. I know you can hear me so don’t cut me off. We have Mara, your wife. We talk truce now or she dies.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes widened, and they stared aghast at Kirk. They couldn’t even sense any anger, so why was he saying that? He made eye contact with them and nodded slightly. (Y/N) relaxed. It was a trick. He wasn’t going to harm Mara.

            “Reply,” said Kirk. He grimaced. “She has five seconds to live! Reply!”

            “She is a victim of war, Captain,” said Kang, his somber voice finally responding. “She understands.”

            Kirk turned off the radio and sighed. “He called my bluff.”

            “You’re not going…” Mara trailed off in surprise.

            “We told you, we’re not going to hurt you. The Federation doesn’t kill or mistreat its prisoners,” said (Y/N).

            “How much time, Spock?” asked Kirk.

            “Eight minutes, forty-two seconds,” reported Spock.

            “So this was no trick,” said Mara. “It truly is an entity.” She had arrived at the truth.

            “We are in its power, our people and yours,” said (Y/N).

            “We only wanted to stop the fighting, to save us all,” said Kirk.

            “We have always fought. We must,” said Mara. “We are hunters, Captain, tracking and taking what we need. There are poor planets in the Klingon systems. We must push outward if we are to survive.”

            “There’s another way to survive—mutual trust and help,” said Kirk.

            Mara’s emotions turned to confusion, and she looked around at them, the idea strange and unusual. “I…I will help you now.”

            “How?” asked Kirk.

            “I will take you to Kang,” said Mara. “I will add my voice to yours.”

            “I wouldn’t trust her, Captain,” said Scotty.

            “We can’t get through the Klingon defenses in time,” said Kirk. “Unless…Spock. Intra-ship beaming from one section to another, it’s possible?”

            “It has rarely been done because of the danger involved,” remarked Spock. “Pinpoint accuracy is required. If the transportee should materialize inside a solid object—a deck or a wall—”

            “Even if it could work, why, she may be leading you into a trap!” cried Scotty worriedly.

            “Her emotions show no signs of defeat. And let’s no forget her husband and her own companions are as trapped as we are. I doubt any of them truly want to waste their lives forever feeding that alien by being angry, fighting and bleeding for no reason,” said (Y/N).

            “We’ll go with the Captain, then,” said Scotty. “Just in case.”

            “No. That would start the final battle. It will be just me and (Y/N). I could be affected by the entity, but so far they’ve been fine. If I were to lose my mind, they can take over,” said Kirk.

            (Y/N) straightened. It put a lot of pressure on them, but they knew it was needed. They had to do this to protect their friends (and their love).

            “Prepare the Transporter,” commanded Kirk.

            Spock looked at (Y/N), and they smiled at him. “Be careful, T’hyla,” he said, brushing his fingers against theirs.

            “Of course, my dear,” said (Y/N). “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.”

            Spock watched them go. And yet I always worry for you, T’hy’la.

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            “Your automatic setting is set in, Captain,” said Spock over the communications to the Transporter Room. “When the Transporter is energized, you will have eight seconds to get to the pads.”

            “I hope your computations are correct, Mr. Spock,” said Kirk.

            “You will know in 7.9 seconds, Captain,” said Spock.

            Leaving their swords behind, knowing it would provoke anger, Kirk, (Y/N), and Mara stepped up onto the pads. It energized, and they dematerialized.

            They appeared (thankfully) not in a wall or floor. Instead, they stood in the Engineering section. Unfortunately, the Klingons immediately turned on them with swords in hand. Kang’s eyes widened.

            “Mara, you’re alive!” he said, relief washing over him. Then he saw Kirk and (Y/N), and the anger returned. “And you bring us a prize!” He ran for them, but Mara stepped in between.

            “Kang, wait,” she said. “They come unarmed. They must talk to you.”

            “Brave Captain and a foolish negotiator,” said Kang. “What about?” He lunged as he spoke, and Mara pushed him back.

            “No!” she said. “Listen to them. We’re all in danger.”

            “Give us one minute to explain,” said (Y/N).

            Kang ignored them and swung down at (Y/N). They blocked, and Kirk pushed him back, but Kang was strong and pressed his sword down on (Y/N).

            “Kang, stop!” shouted Mara.

            “What have they done to you, Mara?” cried Kang. “Are you out of your mind? What have they done to you?” Kang pulled back and stared at Mara.

            “They didn’t harm me. Listen to them,” said Mara.

            Kang, influenced by the entity, threw Mara back to his fellow Klingons. (Y/N) stepped back as the fiery anger rolled over them. Mara grabbed a sword and tossed it to Kirk, who grabbed it and blocked Kang’s next attack. The Klingons stepped back, and one pushed (Y/N) to the side so Kang and Kirk could start dueling.

            Kang and Kirk began to go back and forth with their swords. Each parried and attacked with equal strength and skill. (Y/N)’s eyes widened as Kirk’s gaze hardened. He fought harder and harder, and it was clear that as the anger of him and the Klingons watching grew, the entity was growing stronger once more.

            Outside the room, the Klingons and Starfleet officers began to battle, and (Y/N) felt the fury and aggression rising to the surface. The pressure of anger pushed at (Y/N) from all sides, and the fire burned at them. The battle broke into Engineering, and (Y/N) started in horror as they saw Spock and Bones locked in combat. The anger was beginning to curl around them. That was it.

            “Enough!” they shouted.

            Their eyes glowed gold, and a powerful wave of calmness flew out from them. It expanded across the entire Enterprise, and every fighter faltered as their anger was blown out of them. Kang and Kirk stumbled back from one another, and everyone frowned and struggled to figure out what was going on. After the influence of the entity being in their mind for so long, it was hard to realize what was going on.

            They all turned and stared at the Celian standing in the middle of them, a picture of power and calmness. They were the peace the ship needed, the antithesis of the entity of war.

            (Y/N) stared at all of them and pointed up. The entity glowed a violent red as it hovered and watched them. “That’s what’s causing all of this! If you don’t stop and listen to me, then for the rest of eternity, we’re just going to be fighting and fighting and feeding that thing! We’ll be pawns, senselessly slaughtering each other for its power and amusement.” (Y/N) made eye-contact with each person staring at them. “Is that what you all want?” They ended on Kang and Kirk. Their Captain began to calm, realizing he was affected once again, but Kang glared at them.

            “Kang, I am your wife!” cried Mara, trying to make him see sense. “I’m a Klingon! Would I lie for them? Listen to the Celian. They are telling the truth.”

            “You don’t have to be a pawn, Kang,” said (Y/N). “You can leave and have your free will. Just stop fighting. Let go of the anger. That’s the only way to win.”

            Kang stared between them and the entity. He was silent for a moment.

            Clang.

            Kang threw his sword down on the ground. “Klingons kill for their own purposes.”

            Kirk grinned and followed suit. Everyone stared, glanced at each other, and threw down their weapons upon seeing their leaders do the same.

            (Y/N) looked at the entity. “Leave this ship. We’re not your pawns anymore. You’re powerless.” They smiled and began to laugh. “You’re nothing anymore.”

            Beside them, Kirk began to laugh. And then Bones. And then Mara. And then the Klingons were also laughing. Spock watched with interest as the entity turned yellow and seemed to flinch in the face of (Y/N)’s bright emotions. It ran for its life.

            Spock nodded. He had no interest in laughing himself, but he watched (Y/N) and smiled slightly. They had saved the ship with their heart. They had been logical to the last but known how to touch the hearts of others. Spock found it incredible how they balanced both. It was one of the many reasons he loved them. They were a bright light in all the darkness of space, a star, full of intelligence and love.

            How Spock loved his T’hy’la.

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            “How are you feeling, Spock?” asked (Y/N) as they walked back to his quarters beside him. “I know towards the end the entity was getting into your head.”

            “I am quite alright,” said Spock, nodding to them. “However, I am thankful you ended the ordeal when you did.”

            (Y/N) smiled. “Of course. I wish I could have done it sooner. I just wasn’t sure about using my abilities on everyone. I realized it was time when everyone was falling apart, and even then, I tried to use it for only a moment.”

            Spock smiled slightly, gazing at them fondly. “Quite logical. How odd that it should work so flawlessly with empathy.”

            (Y/N) chuckled at the Spock-joke. “Well, someone needed to have a proper head on their shoulders,” they teased. “And our resident Vulcan was having a bit of a struggle.”

            Spock paused at his door as it slid open. “I was not as disturbed by the change as I should have been. I admit I enjoyed seeing you so logical.” He raised a hand and gave (Y/N) a Vulcan kiss. “I enjoy seeing your brilliant mind at work.”

            “Are you flirting with me, Mr. Spock?” said (Y/N), grinning at him.

            “The evidence would suggest so,” replied Spock, pulling them after him into his room.

            “I’d like to see some more evidence,” said (Y/N).

            “I’d love to show you.”

            Spock kissed them deeply. (Y/N) pulled him close and returned the loving gesture. They could do this forever.

            (Y/N) and Spock wanted to love each other forever. They would love each other. Endlessly.

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