#he gets a weapon from God and a tool to help him survive by the Devil. when you think about it. (his arm vs his eye)

[icharchivist]

so Allen is himself, his adopted father, his adopted uncle, his own twin, and also his own soulmate/boyfriend, and also a weapon of God, and a curse by the Devil, and he's named after a dog who was named after him

most character of all time

[makoredeyes]

Hey, have you ever found yourself wondering how characters like the Iron lords would react to most modern day tower guardians, if they just suddenly found themselves in the present? Because from what I can tell in the lore, light bearers in the dark age were very different to most average guardians.

In fact it's even stated in the Electronia shell that Guardians canonically dance a lot more than a civilian would expect. It's even stated in things like the War Mantis Greaves and Cloak that guardians mapped the entire cabal war net by having a dance off which is also a reference to the Japanese launch trailer for vanilla D2.

So while I imagine that older light bearers are use to strange things occurring from time to time I also can't help but think they would be utterly astounded by the sheer absurdity that tends to happen around most present day guardians. As well as the fact that they tend to walk around with the weaponized corpses of space gods like they're collectables.

The whole thing just makes me laugh thinking about.

Well yeah I think about it a lot I've been spending the last year and a half writing an entire series aimed at, among other things, bringing a handful of these guys up to the present timeline after all. Which finally Just Happened by the way.

But what I think you're getting at here is kind of the "medieval peasant is shown tiktok and mind is blown" kind of joke and tbh... people's minds are more flexible than that. Humans have been dancing, making weird fashion, experimenting with science, culture, sex, weapons, humor, art, storytelling, etc., since the dawn of time and they will continue to do so until the Vex have their way and they are the last of anything standing. Saladin has adjusted just fine after all. And we have further evidence of his social and cultural flexibility by how he's shown evidence of integrating in with Caiatl's legion. He merrily references Cabal culture now in his dialogues as often as he does the ways of the Iron Lords. He mingles with the remaining old guard, Coalition aliens, and New Lights just entering the Crucible with equal ease. If his brethren were to be fast-forwarded from the Dark Age to the modern City Age, I don't think they would struggle at all. Oh, there'd be an adjustment period: the City has grown. The outlook on the use of Light and Darkness has shifted. Our enemies and allies have changed somewhat. This would be the same for anyone who went back to a place they'd been away from for a long time. I don't think cultural things like dancing and fashion would bother anyone. Either they'll adopt these changes or they won't. There are people living in the tower that are tens of centuries old: Figures who have lived through literal epochs over and over who have not changed and have no need nor intention to, and are not bothered by what brings fleeting joy to others in increasingly darkening times. Actually, the only person I can think of at all that expresses any discomfort at all is Lightless: Hawthorn, who subtly implies in some ways she is uncomfortable being in the City versus the wilds...but that is different as well. As for the age-old Guardian tradition of repurposing our enemies into tools of war... that kind of malarkey was born from the Dark Age as a means to an end in a time where survival was harder than ever and you did what you had to do to get by. Sometimes that included ugly things. I'm going to point at how ostensibly heinous the act of entrapping a half-dead Ghost in your own armor is but aside from a feeble protest by a few of the Iron Lords prior to bringing him into their number, nobody bothered Felwinter about this ever. They'd be fine. They're smart, powerful, and the people who survived the Dark Age are some of the most adaptable out there by definition. If anything I would think they'd be buoyed to see the newer generations finding scraps of levity and joy amidst a war for survival. That's the reason Jolder was so treasured, after all, was her joyful outlook. Everyone who's survived all that will say times now are better. It's good.

[thornybubbles]

Playing Minecraft with the Stardust Crusaders

**Note: Originally I was going to have this be a story with just Kakyoin, but I decided to add the rest of the Stardust Crusaders. Also I decided to just do headcanons instead of writing a full story. I’ve been writing a lot of dark yandere stuff and I just wanted a break. So here’s something wholesome. PS. Polnareff’s part was my favorite to write. XD **

Joseph

He may be an old man, but he’s not completely out of touch when it comes to the concept of video games. It takes him a little bit to learn how to play, but once he gets the hang of it, there’s no stopping him. Joseph’s building skills are pretty basic. He’s more interested in the survival and exploration elements of Minecraft. Once he gets his house built, he does a little mining to get a full set of iron armor, weapons, and tools and then he’s off to explore. He’s almost never seen around the main base and spends most of his time many, many blocks away, discovering cool things. He will often ask questions about things he’s unfamiliar with and you explain it to him. Sometimes he hardly speaks at all because he’s too enamored with all the stuff he’s discovering. 

Then there was the “Creeper Incident”. Joseph made the mistake of doing some exploring at night instead of going to sleep like a good little Minecrafter. 

“Hey, what’s this freaky green thing?” he asked you. 

“Freaky green thing? What kind of freaky green thing?” you said, wanting some specifics. 

“It looks like a depressed cactus,” he explained. 

Uh oh.

“Oh! That’s a cr---!” 

There was a distant explosion followed by Joseph screaming, “Oh my God! Son of a bitch!!!” 

After that, something changed in Joseph’s play style. He went from explorer to monster hunter. Angry at having been blown up and losing all his stuff, he goes on a vendetta to destroy all creepers. And why stop there? Zombies, spiders,skeletons or any other creature of the night that crosses his path were quickly dealt with. He goes deep into learning brewing, armor and weapon enchanting, and anything else he can think of to give him an edge against the hostile mobs. With Avdol’s help he builds a battle tower and protective wall around the base. He has very big dreams about taking out the Ender Dragon. 

Joseph is a bit of a jack of all trades when it comes to Minecraft. He may not be the best builder but he has a lot of creative ideas that help all of you with whatever projects you might be working on, especially when it comes to base defense and monster fighting.

Jotaro

He only ever plays when either you or one of the other Crusaders asks him to. When he first spawned in he wasn’t too impressed. He had a hard time figuring out what he wanted to do. At first, he doesn’t bother building a house or anything and just bums around his grandpa’s house. He makes a snide comment about how Joseph’s house is just a big, wooden block with one window and a door. Joseph grumbles something about how his house didn’t need to be pretty, just practical. Joseph ends up being the one to teach Jotaro how to play, while you occasionally interject to mention something Joseph may have forgotten about. Jotaro just responds with non-committal grunts and wanders around the base, checking things out. 

Eventually, he goes off on his own to explore and find somewhere nearby to build a house. He hasn’t collected any resources, has no tools, or crafted a weapon of any kind when he starts exploring. You try to warn him that he should at least get a wooden sword to defend himself with, but he ignores you. It isn’t until night comes and he is nearly killed by zombies that he finally decides to get some wood and stone and make some basic tools. He still hasn’t found a decent place to build yet, though.  

After he’s wandered around for about 4 in-game days, he comes across a village. Jotaro watches the villagers run around, doing their thing, and is bemused at their silly appearance and sounds. But when nighttime comes and zombies start attacking them, Jotaro feels he’s found his purpose in the game. Somebody has to protect these dumb looking guys and it may as well be him. He teams up with Avdol and Joseph (who is a little miffed that someone found a village before he did) to form a “Village Security Team”. While Avdol fixes the village up by patching holes in walkways, correcting poorly spawned buildings, and starting work on building a monster proof wall around the village, Jotaro and Joseph stay up at night to fight off the monsters. 

Eventually, Jotaro builds a massive fortress near the village and Avdol attaches the wall to it. This fortress serves as Jotaro’s home and the village becomes the secondary base for you guys. Joseph jokingly calls him “King JoJo” and “Your Highness” which usually has Jotaro grumbling under his breath. He spends most of his days decorating or improving either the fortress or the village itself. When he’s not doing that, he’s usually tagging along on one of his Grandfather’s adventures. 

Kakyoin

The redstone wizard of the group. Noriaki’s beaten the game a few times already, but only recently started messing around with redstone contraptions. He set up an automated farm that both harvests and replants crops as well as a huge mineshaft with minecarts set up so that they returned to the surface to be unloaded whenever players filled them up with resources.

As innovative as he is, though, he often uses his redstone skills to be an absolute troll. And usually, his victim is you. That’s not to say that he hasn’t pranked any of the others yet, it’s just that you’re his favorite target. It’s kinda your fault though. It started back when you first started playing Minecraft together and you might have, possibly, sorta, kinda, completely un-accidentally pilfered a diamond or two from one of his chests. He knew you were the culprit because there wasn’t anyone else in the game at the time but the two of you. He didn’t call you out on it, though, assuming that you would replace the diamonds as soon as you got a chance. You never did. While you actually did have every intention of returning the diamonds to him, you just forgot about it. It didn’t help that you later developed a habit of helping yourself to whatever you found in his chests instead of going out and getting the resources for yourself. Hey, it was easier and it saved time!

Nori never said a word about it, instead opting to quietly plan his revenge. One day you went down into his storage basement to grab some cobblestone from one of his chests. You were only going to grab a stack or two and make a mental note (for the hundredth time) to replace whatever you took, but knowing that you’d probably forget. When you opened the chest, though, you didn’t find any cobblestone. Instead you found yourself staring into the sullen face of a creeper, its warning hiss in your ears. You let out a shriek of terror and braced yourself for the inevitable explosion, but it never came. You examined the “creeper” again only to see that it was nothing more than an armor stand wearing a creeper head and green dyed leather armor. It was inside of a minecart that was cleverly hidden behind the chest. You just stared at it as your brain slowly came to the conclusion that you’d just been pranked. 

“Ah, I see you found my theft deterrent.” Noriaki said, amusement clear in his voice. “It’s a nifty little project I found online called the ‘creeper in a box’ prank.” 

You can’t even say anything. He got you good and you know it. You made it a point to stay out of his storage basement from then on. 

It doesn’t stop there though. That one little incident unleashed Noriaki’s inner troll and you’re the one who gets to suffer for it. From filling your house with dirt blocks to slowly rearranging your decorations over time to see how long it would take for you to notice, Noriaki just seems to love messing with you. You have to admit that while his pranks are annoying, they are pretty funny and too clever for you to really get mad at. Your “favorite” was when he hid a bunch of note blocks under your house and arranged them to play a certain song when you opened the front door. 

“Nori, why is my house Rick Rolling me?” you demand of him, annoyed but admittedly amused. 

“Why are you asking me?” he says, playing dumb. 

He knows what he did. 

You eventually do give him his diamonds back in hopes that will appease him. It does… for a little while at least. 

Avdol

The master builder. Before being invited to play Minecraft with you guys, he’d never really played a video game before. But there was something about the building mechanics of the game that awakened something within him, possibly nostalgia for those calm times with building blocks when he was a little kid. Whatever the case, Avdol takes to building like a pro and all without any YouTube tutorials, too. You want a medieval style bakery? You got one. Want a modern bungalow? He’ll do it. Giant fire breathing demon chicken to put in the middle of the base? You can envision the weird looks he wants to give you, but he’ll make one of those, no problem. His best projects are the ones he does on his own, though, with no guidance and with minimal suggestions. 

Due to his building skills, he finds himself constantly busy within the game as someone always has some kind of building project they want help with. He even offered to improve Joseph’s plain block house. The old man told him to do whatever he pleased and then went off to go treasure hunting with Jotaro and Kakyoin. When Joseph came back he found his simple home had been converted into a deceptively cute cabin. While Joseph was impressed enough with how cozy it looked, Avdol revealed that the cabin had a secret, a well hidden secret chamber that appealed to Joseph's inner superhero fanboy. He had his very own secret lair now (yeah, it’s not really a secret if everybody on the server knows about it, but let the old man dream)!

Over time, Avdol has added things here and there to the base to keep things from looking so plain. He’s added a decorated pond for fishing and just a place to hang out. There’s also a meeting area for when the whole gang gets together right before going on an adventure (brings back bittersweet memories. At least this time there’s no danger of anyone actually dying.). 

And yes, he even added that giant fire breathing demon chicken statue you wanted so badly. Your odd tastes aside, Avdol managed to make the abomination of a statue look rather cool and stylized. Kakyoin wants it to be the mascot for your group. It ends up being put on any and all banners for the base, much to Avdol’s chagrin. 

Every time he gets online with you guys he is either working on a project or starting another one. He never seems to run out of things to do. Surprisingly, his own home is rather quaint. Just a regular old farm house, but it’s very pretty. And yes, he has a chicken farm. 

Polnareff

Chaos incarnate. This man got into the game and immediately started doing everything WRONG! Digging straight down, forgetting to sleep at least once to ward off phantoms, forgetting to crouch when standing at the edge of great heights, you name it he’s messed it up. So basically just Polnareff being Polnareff. He always manages to find danger or danger finds him. Every monster in the area seems to target him specifically. On one mining trip you actually watched around five zombies shamble right past you and head straight for a very startled Polnareff. They completely ignored you! He’s died so many times that you actually put in the “keep inventory” cheat so that at the very least he stops losing all of his hard earned resources. 

Speaking of resources, when it comes to mining it’s the one thing that Jean Pierre is really, really lucky at. To the point that it makes everyone else jealous. He was the first to find diamonds and emeralds and the first to manage to get full stacks of both. You never even thought it possible to find 64 emeralds naturally, but Polnareff managed to pull it off. Joseph is quick to accuse him of cheating which results in a very childish argument between the two until you step in and explain that you were with Polnareff the whole time and he just finds diamonds and emeralds by chance. Joseph apologizes but grumbles when Polnareff laughs. Ever since then, whenever he comes across diamonds, or anything even remotely interesting, he is very obnoxious about it. 

“HEY GUYS!!! GUESS WHO FOUND EVEN MORE DIAMONDS?!!” he’ll shout in an annoying sing-song voice.

This usually results in annoyed huffs from Avdol and Kakyoin, disgruntled “Good griefs” from Jotaro, not-so-humble requests for him to stop bragging like an asshole from Joseph, and a threat or two from you that if he didn’t stop rubbing your faces in it, you would shove him into the nearest lava pit. This always earns a mischievous giggle or two from him. He’s so full of himself about it. He does make up for it though, when he crafts full sets of diamond armor for you all. For all his arrogant bragging, he’s really rather generous with his finds. If any of you need diamonds or emeralds he’s the first to offer up his stash. After all, he has so many, why shouldn’t he share? ~ ❤

Whenever he goes mining, you usually tag along. You say that it’s so you can help him carry his loot, but actually it’s because you’re his self appointed babysitter. Just like in real life, it just isn’t a good idea for him to run off by himself. You never say that out loud though because you know how sensitive he is about being danger-prone. Besides he likes having you along and the two of you end up as mining buddies almost every time you play. Sometimes Kakyoin joins you as he’s always in need of redstone and other materials for his contraptions (it’s important to note that Polnareff is Kakyoin’s second favorite trolling victim and it always makes you nervous whenever he tags along because you never know if he’s up to something or just genuinely wants to collect resources.). 

Whenever you and Polnareff go off on your own to do anything, the rest of the Crusaders server prepares their poor ears for the inevitable screaming and swearing that will follow. Something happens to you whenever you pair up with Polnareff. Your brain power seems to get cut in half and the two of you end up becoming an unintentional comedy duo that has everyone else either laughing or, in Jotaro’s case, muting you for being “too damn loud”. 

There was one time that Polnereff was digging a strip mine that ended up leading right into the Deep Dark and the Warden’s territory. You can probably guess what happened. Before you could warn him, Polnareff’s antics end up summoning the Warden and the monster kills you both before either of you have a chance to panic. This results in Polnareff seeking revenge (or trying to) and going all the way back to the Deep Dark to fight the Warden again (and dragging you along each time), and (both of you) dying again. This happens about three more times before he actually manages to defeat the Warden only to find out that he doesn’t get any kind of reward for it (other than bragging rights, which believe me, he takes advantage of). 

On a minor note, Polnareff’s inventory is always extremely unorganized. Whether referring to his personal inventory or his storage chests his inventory is in shambles. There’s no rhyme or reason for where he places things in his hotbar and sometimes he’ll end up hitting monsters with a stick or block of glass rather than his sword. He also has a bad habit of using the wrong tool for certain jobs, such as using his pickaxe on dirt instead of his shovel and it drives more organized players like Kakyoin and Avdol insane. 

BONUS:

Iggy

(We’re assuming that the little gremlin lives with you) While he can’t exactly play video games for obvious reasons, he does kinda like watching you play, but that’s only if he’s not trying to take a nap (you’re kinda noisy). Most of the time he just plops down in his comfy spot and watches you struggle to survive in what he mentally calls the “stupid human block game”. He is really amused whenever you and Polnareff team up because watching you two together is comedy gold. Sometimes, when you’re playing alone, he’ll wait for you to be exploring a dark, creepy cave and suddenly bark very loudly for no reason, causing you to very nearly jump out of your skin. 

Iggy: “BARK!”

You scream, swear, and jump back so hard that your headset falls off. Your mouse has been practically thrown across the room. You turn around and glare at the little brat. 

“IGGY!” you shout accusingly. 

The cheeky little doggo runs out of the room making sounds that can be interpreted as the canine equivalent of snickering.

[kisskiss-slashslash]

Do u do sister!reader and then brother!slasher? Or parent!slasher and daughter/child!reader? If yes then May I request this? 🧍‍♀️

Alr so the reader’s a teen (15-16) and is helping her family w/ the killing. While the slashers are chasing someone the victim somehow manages to steal the weapon from them and manages to stab/shoot the reader with it, somehow reader survives (it’s a god damn miracle) but is in crucial condition and needs stitches but they can’t go under anaesthesia bc then they’ll die. Can we get the slasher reaction to their weapon being used to hurt reader and also them helping reader when it comes to the stitches? 🧍‍♀️

(I’m very awkward sorry)

Also can it be Bubba Sawyer, Thomas Hewitt, The Sinclair brothers, Micheal Myers (if u write him) and Jason Voorhees?

Here you go, hope you like it!

The slashers helping their little sibling stitch themself up after they got wounded with the slasher's weapon

Jason Voorhees

He has been a bit hesitant to let you get in on the whole killing campers thing, and this is exactly why. When he finds you on the ground, stabbed with his own machete, he is terrified for you. You are the only family he has left, he can't let you die… His mother would be so disappointed in him for letting his little sibling get hurt. Luckily, Jason has at least a bit of first aid knowledge; he gained most of it through trial and error on himself, but it is knowledge nonetheless. And every time people try to reopen the camp, they luckily also restock all of the first aid kits. So he finds the nearest kit, sits you down in the little cabin you two share, and gets to stitching. Luckily, the blade missed any major organs, but you are still bleeding quite a bit and getting weaker by the minute. Jason gives you an apologetic look as you let out a pained yelp every time the needle pierces your skin. He really doesn't like hurting you, but it's necessary. Just bear with him, it'll be done soon. Once the wound is sutured and desinfected, Jason tucks you into bed and goes off to find some food for you. After that blood loss, you need to eat properly. Jason feels responsible for you getting hurt, so he will do everything to make up for it by being the best big brother/nurse he can be.

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba panics when he sees his meat cleaver buried in your shoulder. He has tried to tell Drayton that you are too young to get in on the family business, be he wouldn't listen, and now look what happened. Bubba knows how to sew masks, but normal sewing and surgical stitches are two different beasts alltogether. Plus, you are bleeding so much… Luckily, in this case, Chop Top comes to the rescue. While he wasn't a field medic himself, he did learn a thing or two about stitching people back together during his time in the army. Not as much as a proper surgeon would, mind, but he can do at least enough stitches to keep you alive until they can convince Drayton to drive you to an actual hospital. Bubba tries to keep you as calm as he can while Chop works, but it's very clear that you're in a ton of pain. Once it's done, they help carry you into Drayton's truck. And while you're en route to the hospital, you get quite an earful from your eldest brother about wasting the family's money and being reckless. And Bubba is gonna get a similar lecture later on for letting his tools lay around where anyone can grab them.

Thomas Hewitt

Terror. Thomas sees his own weapon turned against you and only feels fear. He has been too sure of himself, and now you're hurt. Even worse, hurt by his own damn weapon! Though he feels like the guilt will eat him alive, he knows that there is no time for self pity right now. He dispatches the victim that hurt you as quickly as he can and then carries you inside the house. He does not hesitate before trying to patch you up, though he knows next to nothing about first aid and certainly not about stitching wounds either. You groan and cry in pain, and every sound escaping you makes him wince. Hoyt has to hold you down while Thomas works, and half tries to soothe you and half lectures you on getting yourself hurt. By the time Thomas has managed to stop the bleeding, you are passed out from the pain. Once it's 100% sure that you're not bleeding anymore, Thomas carries you into your room and tucks you into bed so you can recover.

The Sinclair brothers

Vincent, Bo and Lester have told you time and time again to hide in your room whenever there are strangers in town. But you want to help, to be part of what your older brothers are doing. You're not a baby anymore, dammit! So when there are once again future wax figures in town, you sneak out of your room… and promptly get hurt. One of them has stolen Vincent's carving knifes and had blindly slashes at you when you tried to grab them, leaving you with a nasty gash across your stomach. Vincent and Bo have been in direct pursuit of that person, who now finds themself with a nasty case of "bullet through the skull". When Bo sees the state you're in, he mutters every expletive he can think of under his breath. Vincent runs to your house to get his supplies for suturing, and Bo kneels down next to you, rips the dead victim's shirt of their corpe and presses it onto the bleeding wound. He tries to keep you calm and comfortable, though with every passing second, he gets more frazzled. Finally, Vincent comes back with everything he needs; a surgical needle, thread, desinfectant and, in case you thrash around too much, a syringe of a less potent dose of the paralytic agent he usually uses to keep still-alive victims compliant. He immediately gets to work, and while he sews you back up, his head is spinning. If only he hadn't let his guard down, this wouldn't have happened… Once the bleeding stopped, he breathes an audible sigh of relief and helps Bo carry you home.

[zkylearnstherope]

My Fan Theories for Alan Becker's AvA 6 - Episode 2

It gets revealed that The Dark Lord is not actually evil.

Like Red before, Dark got possessed/corrupted and it somehow revived/enhanced Alan's code inside him. Chosen must've sensed this, because I think he held back a lot in the Showdown Episode.

He was named The Chosen One, damnit! He's supposed to level up along with his enemies. He can't possibly lose a fight.

He sensed something was wrong, but is not smart enough to save Dark.

victim actually works for the government/police.

When they summoned Alan's cursor during Showdown, it created public unease in the city. Like, A CREATOR IS ACTUALLY HERE!

The cursor was big enough to be spotted in the city. And when someone came to investigate, all they saw were laser marks on the ground and a missing mountain.

Naturally, the #1 suspect would be The Chosen One. In the Wanted Episode, when he saved the office worker from the falling debris with his lasers, the office worker either (a) covered his eyes to look at the bright sky, or (b) actually saluted back to Chosen.

I think it's B. So, people in the city are actually familiar with the rocket man in the sky. He would've reacted differently if it's the first time they saw Chosen. And don't get me started with the nonchalant reaction of the Corn Dog Guy.

So with this in mind, how would anyone capture a what is essentially, a virtual god? They will go for the smartest man they know, produces the most advanced technology, and who obviously has connections with Chosen since they look exactly the same.

I don't think victim is out for revenge. Like, why would he wait all this time to get back at Alan? He has all the resources now, his own company (that sells TVs), like, what else could he ask for?

I choose to believe in victim. He's the type to defend himself rather than hurt someone else. He even stopped the 3 members of the rocket group from killing The Second Coming, and asked Agent to bring him alive.

They even unpaused Second at the end. Which makes me believe that victim would want to talk/negotiate with him. What victim needs is INFORMATION, and he's not getting that from The Chosen One.

victim is actually looking for The Dark Lord

I believe Second's powers has something to do with antivirus and codes. And firing that mega-laser actually disabled Alan's Code, and in fact, DID NOT KILL Dark.

Dark surviving off-screen is not really a far stretch. Because, it already happened before in the Flashback Episode.

Now, if you take into consideration all the stuff I mentioned above...

The rocket group approaches The Chosen One, asking for The Dark Lord.

Chosen, remembering all the crimes they did during the Internet Conquest, fearing for his friend, he gets apprehensive and starts to escape. Instead of letting him get away, they had to use all the tools at their disposal. And then enter the epic chase scene from Wanted.

Other sub plot theories

Purple will show up and help them, since he actually lived in the city before, judging by the location of his Mom's grave. Purple would know about the rocket group, and can guide/help the others to stop them.

We'll see Red cry for the first time.

The fight will go like this:

Green vs. Agent Smith - both great with staffs, spears, or any long-ranged weapons, I also think that Green would be fast enough to match Agent

Red vs. Hunter/Primal - pure strength and heavy muscle

Yellow and Blue vs. Ballista/Pixel - G U N S

Purple vs. Hazard/Sign - being trained by his father Navy, Purple is actually really good at hand-to-hand combat

Alan's Giant Cursor form is not going to show up this time.

victim is going to teach Second about his powers.

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God, I can't wait for the next episode.

[maridiayachtclub]

finally had a good, fun invasion experience in dark souls 2. and then a bonus, kinda okay one!

i kinda fell off the game a few weeks ago (around when Satisfactory 1.0 hit, strangely enough) and haven't been playing it much. Satisfactory is starting to make me want to pull my hair out, though, so i thought, all the hard shit at the end of DS2 will be a welcome, relaxing reprieve! ho ho ho!

so i'm creeping through the Crown of the Sunken King DLC. Shulva, Sanctum City. it's the bit with all the towers you have to raise and lower. I'm Human, so I've been expecting an invasion sooner or later, and i prepare in advance by bringing my #1 surefure PVP secret weapon: Chameleon. The spell that disguises you as a prop of some kind. (My other spells include Great Heavy Soul Arrow, Soul Spear, and Crystal Homing Soulmass (remember that last one! It's a surprise tool that will help us later))

so anyway, i get the alert that an invasion is happening. (it's from a mod that provides anti-hacker protection, and it's set up so that when someone connects suddenly, i get an alert. in this case, a .wav of a cow mooing.) and i think... fuck it, let's have fun. i'm feeling emboldened and i still have a decent amount of resources. so i pop chameleon and wait! form of... big crumbly clay jar. hmm, okay.

it seems painfully obvious to me that this jar does not blend in, so i just park myself right in the middle of an open area. like. just squarely in the road. and i wait for the invader (his name is "Stinky Pete") to just happen by. soon, he does! running up the stairs into view, just over yonder! and now he's running this way! is he going to emote at me? wave? just start attacking? hee hee hee, I'm so excited to find out~!

and he runs right past me. doesn't slow down for a moment. literally clips his leg through my magic jug disguise and keeps going until he disappears into a nearby tower. oh my god. that worked? i don't think he knows this area very well.

do i pursue? do i follow? eh, playing hide and seek doesn't seem like as much fun as playing this straight. so I look around until i see him observing from above, on a perch above my position. makes sense, he went to highground to scout the road below. the one i'm in. so i spin the jug around and around and just run in circles. "look at me! down here! what fun we've had, but you overlooked your quarry here~!" and shit. He waves. I break disguise and wait for him as he runs down.

so he's back and he approaches, and I do the "welcome!" gesture as he draws close. he "welcome!"s back.

okay! duel time. i'm gonna try to kill this dude but i don't think it'll happen!

we play footsies for a bit, during which he grazes me with a twinblade that deals some kind of poison damage... and that's it. barely a bit of my health bar is damaged and, since i'm in Poison Suck Toxic Town, i'm wearing a poison soaking ring anyway, so even his weapon poison doesn't really bother me much. so, okay. that's not too threatening. maybe he has some other trick up his sleeve?

more footsies ensue. i try to blast him with a Soul Spear and he dodges it without issue. okay, let's mix it up, make some space, and get Homing Crystal Soulmass ready, see how that works. alright, those are up, all five shots ready to go, powered up by my 50-int boss-murdering magic build, aaaaand... let's try fencing for a bit, and... oh boy! there go the Soulmasses!

they hit, and knocked that dude down to like 35% of his health. Just absolutely blew his shit wide open. i was pogging.

and then blood was in the water and i got hungry. he dodged a second burst but i kept up the aggression and didn't give him a chance to turn that shit around for a moment. the third HCS blew him up real good. dude went spiralling off into the distance like Team Rocket. i bowed politely, my clothes immaculate.

i have never survived an invasion in these games, i haven't seen a whole lot of them, admittedly, so this was a good feeling. even if the guy seemed incredibly outgunned! i mean, his weapon wasn't doing much for me, he didn't really outmaneuver me (and thereby get any backstabbing opportunities), he took a lot of damage from my spell-and it's very possible he just got unlucky and invaded well above his level. so i'm not under the impression that i outplayed some absolute predator and, therefore, i am now an even bigger, meaner predator. this felt more like a couple of squirrels having a slapfight in a tree or something.

but not only did i get to win, i got to fool someone with the best spell in the game AND have a nice friendly duel afterwards. what a dude! Stinky Pete's the best, I tell you. the man's an absolute ledge.

i went back to my adventuring through the area. two minutes later i botched a fairly easy jump and fell to my death.

the end, that's the story. the following is bonus content:

so now i'm Hollow and probably won't be invaded. probably. i should have protection from that for a little while anyway. i guess it expired, though, since some 20 minutes of bumbling around later (have i mentioned how i really don't like the moving towers in Sanctuary City Shulva?), i get another alert. Moo! here comes an invader! i'm literally in the same area that i was when Stinky Pete invaded, so i think, let's just try it all again.

this time, Chameleon makes me look like an open treasure chest. okay, that doesn't look like it fits AT ALL. so let's just get silly with it. i'll creep up on the invader like this.

and here he comes now! his name is "Ray" and he has a Greatsword of some kind. oh ho ho, here I come, Ray~! the big scary treasure chest is gonna getcha! whatcha gonna do-

well, he attacks, is what he does. so i scoot away for a bit and give him a second chance to either play along or at least stop and wave. he doesn't, he just attacks again.

alright, fuck this. drop the disguise and try to kill him. i beat him around for a bit and heal whenever i want (no bow? no fair duel rules). he eventually runs off and heals up himself, then comes back, and i kill him.

and that was also very satisfying, but not in the way the first one was. it was a sloppy fight that i didn't play very well. the win didn't feel especially earned. but this was like fending off a mangy coyote instead of playfully tussling with a squirrel so i'm at least a little proud.

[lucas-deziderio]

Dezi reads Pact: Null 9.6

I truly hate being negative, but it's time for me to complain about Pact's power scaling. You see, most fantasy stories where people use powers to fight one another usually scale upwards. Our protagonist gets more powerful in order to face more dangerous foes and so give the story higher stakes. We all know that. Wildbow even follow that formula in Worm, where Taylor learns new tricks she can pull with her power, gets access to more varied insects and pairs up with more powerful capes to take down increasingly dangerous threats.

Now going back to Pact: a story about wizards and magical beings battling against one another, with a very wide range of possible powers and abilities. And even then, we're halfway through our story and our protagonist has absolutely nothing on him! All of the abilities he painstakingly conquered were taken away from him. If anything, Blake is weaker now than he was in the very first act. Still, the author is throwing him on a fight against a very powerful demon.

My man here just went through the magical equivalent of a 16 hour shift at your local Arby's! His hands are mangled, one of his eyes stopped working, he just relived a very traumatic event in the last couple hours. His only weapon is a broken sword that hurts him while being wielded. There is absolutely no way he's in condition to fight against Ur. Just a couple arcs back he went into that same fight but with actual preparation, a plan and allies and still got his ass kicked. There is nothing in the narrative that can justify him being defeated then but surviving now when the odds are even more against him.

It's not even like Wildbow wrote himself into a corner. In previous chapters we were made aware that Blake has had allies that were eaten by Ur. He could have met them again in the Drains and gotten their help. Or he could have made an actual deal for power with the dead god he found. But nope!

I came to this book waiting for battles were magic and preparation mattered. I love hard magic systems specifically because you can have tactical confrontations where the practitioners can use the rules themselves against one another. But this? This is a mangled man with zero tools in his arsenal going up against a Lovecraftian beast and surviving out of luck.

No. No, no, no! This might be a pyrrhic victory at best, but Ur has absolutely zero reasons to not swallow you up again right now. And I must emphasize:

WINNING 👏 DOESN'T 👏 MATTER 👏 IF 👏 YOU'RE 👏 IN 👏 THE 👏 DRAINS 👏 AGAIN!! 👏

That's it. I'm pissed. This is the second time that a big arc ending battle in this story has left me pissed with its plot armor. Blake should be dead right now.

Anyways, moving on, there is another detail that also pissed me off in this chapter:

Blake, you should definitely be taking a very long bath right now. First because that whole dimension was nasty and I don't want to imagine you looking like a sewage golem for the rest of the story. Second because, as someone who has experienced homelessness, you should be well aware of how people treat you differently when you're dirty or clean. And third because you desperately need power right now and we have been shown in this story that spending time on your home, relaxing and taking care of yourself can help one replenish theirs. NOW GET IN THE FUCKING BATHTUB!

OK, I think my negativity spree is over. Let's see what's next...

OK, this isn't the end of the world. Part of me was hoping he would get to reactivate his connections once he was back to our world, but it looks like that's a no-go. At least it's just a material thing. He can buy another bike or get the same back later. Don't worry, guys.

The important part is that now he's gonna meet the rest of the cast and get reintroduced into the main plot...

OH MY GOD, EVAN WAS THE ONLY ONE WHO RECOGNIZED HIM! EVAN WASN'T AFRAID!! I'M NOT WELL!!! SOMEBODY HELP ME!!!!

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[aesadraws]

Springing for the Latin with the ask game! Arma Deorum Sunt let's gooooooo

WIP File Game

*cracks knuckles* You better strap in because I have been wanting to talk about this fucking behemoth of a WIP for literal god damn months but have been too worried to annoy people about it.

Arma Deorum Sunt is very very loosely translatable to either "the gods are weapons" or "they are the weapons of the gods" according to whatever translator site I used when I was brainstorming a fic title. And it's incredibly on the nose given what this story is about.

The basic pitch is thus: modern day crossover of FFXV and FFXVI (although it's really just taking Valisthea and shoving it east of Lucis lmao) where magic is still prevalent in the world via crystals and Bearers but Dominants haven't been seen in at least a thousand years, fading into myth. That is until within a very short amount of time 4 different children - Lunafreya, Noctis, Dion, and Joshua - are chosen by their respective gods (Eikons, Astrals, however they would be called within their culture) to become Dominants. Which ultimately uncorks the bottle and over time more and more awaken. As the initial quartet are basically children, and either royal or noble children at that, they get to enjoy a few years just being kids who happen to have special powers, but if you know anything about either game's story those happy times aren't going to last long.

The major inciting incident that'll kick everything off is honestly the most serendipitous blend of the tragedies of Fenestala Manor from XV and Phoenix Gate from XVI, as the Niflheim Empire at that time has no Dominant of its own and tries to capture them while the four are all together. How exactly that infamous night goes down I'll leave for whenever I actually have the time to dedicate to writing the fic.

I will however give a few highlights from the outline that I love most.

Luna and Jill grow up together, which I loved the idea of as a mirror to Luna being watched over by Gentiana/Shiva in XV. Jill awakens as a Dominant much later than Luna did so when she finally does come into her icy powers she has a keen understanding of what's going to happen to her from having watched what Luna has to go through as Niflheim's pawn. She knows immediately that she's just become another tool for Niflheim to use.

Joshua survives the tragedy and when the Undying swoop in to rescue him they're granted safe passage to Lucis to help him recover. And there Joshua remains for a long time in secret, growing close to Noctis and the other chocobros while keeping an eye on Valisthea from afar. I admit this is mostly because I wanted to let Joshua and Prompto becomes buds.

Speaking of Prompto, he's among the folks who get to become a Dominant in the fic but I'm being mean to him. Given the circumstances surrounding his unique background he would not have been rescued from Niflheim as a baby like in XV canon, and he gets to spend the most one on one time with Ardyn. Sorry Prom :(

Clive, I feel, gets the shortest straw physically possible. Taken prisoner in Sanbreque and forced into their military, no longer just branded as a dispensable soldier but known rather infamously for what went down that night at Fenestala and made use of as the Dominant of Ifrit. Thankfully Dion and Terence will take a much more active role in staying by Clive's side and doing what they can to help him.

I'm also quite eager to write Ardyn in this fic. I had to reconstruct his backstory to better fit the vibe I'm going for but he's still the same slimy bastard we all know and love (to hate). He and Barnabas both have antagonistic roles to play in the fic but I do feel Ardyn shines just a bit more lol.

[etdraconis]

//For Orion? Anyone else? Book 1 kinda! The whole finding Shahar bit!!//

Orion turned to Pollux and Kertayan, forcing himself to keep his Umbra Mortis persona. His eyes skipped to Micah who leaned back in his chair, eyes glazed with light speed.

"They'll help you with your kills."

Orion rose an eyebrow, words biting.

"Have I not killed them to your liking Micah?"

Have I not done enough for you?

Have I not sacrificed my soul enough for you?

Pollux sighed, staring at his nails.

"Kertayan has been bought by Micah, we need to know his skills."

Kertayan winked at Orion, wiggling his fingers.

Kertayan was full Valg, his magic was not dampened by mixed blood like Pollux. He'd been called the Anima Vex, the Tormentor of Souls. Rumors whispered at how he killed his opponents without even touching them.

It was said to view his matches were a premium price.

Why did the Viper Queen give him up?

How much money was he worth for Micah to buy him?

Micah hummed, snorting another line. He pointed his gun at Orion, eyes nearly red.

"You'll get a gift for this tonight Orion. I sincerely hope you enjoy it."

Pollux looked fo Kertayan snickering at him as they stood outside of Micah's residence.

"How much did you push him to snort Kerta?"

Kertayan grinned, a cruel and wicked smile.

"Not enough to kill him, didn't you taste his euphoria Lux? I say it was worth it."

------

Orion didn't much think why Pollux had come along, he focused on the mission. Not on echos of his past.

The male quietly begged, Kertayan stepped forward, the male's attention snapping to him.

Pollux leaned against the wall, inspecting his nails.

"Alright, slowly Kerta. Follow my lead."

Kertayan snapped his eyes to Pollux, glaring at him.

"Why should I go slow? What's the fun in -"

"You are a weapon, you have the talent for it. But the Malakhim will not hesitate to collar you and send you to the Academies if you can't be surgical and patient. They want spectacles, go slow. Begin."

The Valg were collared here as much anyone else. Their mastery of the mind something the Malakhim greedily coveted.

It was said the Archangel Academies and the Upper levels of the Malakhim kingdoms employed them. The academies to help mold the next generation, and the upper levels for their ability to provide pleasure and heighten emotions.

If anyone had asked a Valg, they'd have sooner slit their throat than be collared in such a way.

The world was rich with sensations, a music they could here. To be collared, to be made into a pet tore them from the music of the world.

They couldn't here it, some it said went mad forced to focus on only one emotion, one specific note for ages. It was said they'd turn on their masters.

Kertayan looked to Orion, an imagine a slamming into his mind.

------

Creon staring Kertayan in the eye, the plains behind them bone white - bleached of magic and life.

"Protect my brother."

"And what do I gain for it Creon?"

Creon eyes narrowed, he slashed at his hand and held it up to him.

"I will make sure Thysandra gets on that throne. I'll make sure she survives what's to come. So keep my brother alive...or I slit her throat and take her heart from you. You'll never hear her Song again."

------

Kertayan snapped his focus from Orion to the male who began to stare at his hand feeling the pain of a knife, but seeing no blade. He whimpered, whispering pleas to the old gods.

Pollux eyes skipped away from Kertayan to Orion.

"You know what Micah is giving you? Finally ready to let that bitch's memory die?"

He was not Orion in this moment, or even Hunt as he had become in recent years. He was the Umbra Mortis, a weapon. A tool. An emotionless killing machine.

Or at least, that was what he did his best to portray.

Beneath his mask, however, nothing but annoyance marked his face. Perhaps a bit of anger, as well. He hated the fact that Pollux was with them for this. He didn't want Pollux anywhere near him and absolutely did not want to have to work with him. His presence made Hunt's skin crawl as memories of Shahar flooded his mind. They always returned when he had to deal with Sandriel or any of her Triarii.

And Pollux's harsh question only made it worse. Her memory would never die, not while Hunt still drew breath. She would always remain in his mind, in his heart. He would never let her go.

He was thankful for the mask now as he glared at Pollux, hatred and the desire for murder filling his eyes. However, he kept his tone emotionless as he spoke. Giving none of himself away.

"Her memory means nothing to me," he replied, ignoring the pain that tore through his heart at the lie. "And I don't really care what our dear governor has planned for me. Though you seem rather eager to tell me about it. Care to share with the class, Pollux?"

[wineninconsistentices]

𝚆𝙸𝙽𝚂𝚃𝙾𝙽 "𝙼𝙾𝙾𝚂𝙴" 𝙶𝚁𝙴𝙴𝚁

── 🫀:: 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌 ☠︵ . .

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄╮

▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

"You can't be serious? Wait, you're serious? Oh, my god! You're a maniac, nope. Stay away from me- What, no! Why would I be afraid of something so foolish and miniscule? Stop it! Get that damn thing away from me before you no longer have a hand to traumatize me with."

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 ▸

「 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 」

Winston "Moose" Greer

「 𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

27, August 20th, 1996.

「 𝐆𝐄𝐍��𝐄𝐑」

Male

「 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 」

He/Him

「 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐍𝐒 」

Hanging from his shoulder, an M4 Semi-automatic Rifle. As for melee, a hammer and 8in hunting knife.

「 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐒 」

In the midst of the apocalypse, Moose's years of hunting experience have proven invaluable. His knack for tracking game allows him to locate scarce food sources in the desolate landscape, reading the subtle signs left behind by animals. His mastery of stealth helps him move undetected through dangerous territories, minimizing the risk of encounters with hostile survivors or predatory creatures.

Moose's expertise in weapon handling ensures he can defend himself and secure vital resources when necessary, adapting to the harsh realities of the post-apocalyptic world. His knowledge of field dressing and butchering allows him to make the most of any successful hunts, efficiently processing meat for sustenance. With a keen eye for setting traps and snares, he maximizes his chances of catching elusive prey even when supplies are scarce.

Moose's survival skills, encompassing shelter-building, fire-starting, water sourcing, and identifying edible plants, enable him to navigate the unforgiving environment and sustain himself amidst the ruins. Above all, his patience and determination drive him forward, keeping his spirits high in the face of adversity.

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄╮

▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

「 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 」

His wardrobe exhibits a range of styles, although his preference leans towards sweaters, flannel shirts, black tank tops, and attire featuring camouflage patterns. He gravitates towards darker hues when it comes to his clothing choices. As for his typical outfit, it includes a dark green camouflage raincoat, complemented by a pair of dark olive green pants. Completing the ensemble are black combat boots that provide both durability and style. Notably, he always wears a black gas mask, concealing his face, which he never removes.

「 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 」

6'0

「 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 」

One on his wrist, and another on his throat.

「 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐒 」

A couple that trail down his torso and arms, he has a pretty thick and rigged one near his throat.

「 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐎𝐎𝐒 」

None

┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄╮

▸ 关于我 . . . ❀︵︵ ↴

𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐑𝐀 「 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 」 ▸

Bear's template and short base info!

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐊 」

Two duffel bags, as two are better than one. Still a pain in the ass to carry though. -M

▸ In one duffle bag Moose keeps clothing, rags, and a towel. For food he has two cans of almonds and dried fruit, beef jerky, a few granola bars (Four), and lastly two cans of beans. Next a few packs of batteries, a canteen which he stole from some guy he was with a week after the outbreak. Then a journal, marker, and compass. Matches, Ferro rod, and three books. Lastly, a multi-tool and walkie talkie.

▸ Two boxes of ammunition (Google did not help me identify what so I'll just say ammunition, correct me if I'm horribly wrong.), dressing kit, practically empty med kit, maglite, duck tape, Bear's leash, some basic tools.

「 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 」

Moose originally hails from Virginia, where he was born and raised. Prior to his relocation to New York for law school and his pursuit of a career as an attorney, he spent his formative years working alongside his father on various household tasks. His father, hoping that Moose would follow in his footsteps, introduced him to hunting at the age of twelve, and they continued hunting together until he turned nineteen. This provided Moose with eight years of hunting experience, although if you were to discount the first two years, it would be more accurate to say he had six years of specific experience.

Upon his arrival in the bustling city, Moose was thrust into a rigorous routine of studying and working towards his goal of becoming a lawyer. Ultimately, his efforts paid off, as he successfully graduated and even secured a position at a prestigious law firm. Although the demands of his profession were exhausting, Moose found fulfillment in his work.

Two years later, the outbreak occurred, thrusting him into the struggle for survival. Despite the expected challenges, Moose embraces the difficulty and has managed to find some enjoyment in his solitary existence thus far. Well, not entirely alone — he has Bear. The loyal German Shepherd whom Moose discovered early in the apocalypse. The dog had a sprained leg, and Moose did his best to care for him. Over time, a strong bond formed between them, and Bear has been his faithful companion ever since.

「 𝐆𝐎𝐀𝐋𝐒 」

"Mmh, who knows. I've been planning to make my way back home, not to be gloomy but it isn't unexpected for most of the people I care about to be dead by now or well undead. Though you never know, I'll probably clear up the place, say goodbye for old time sakes and then head up North. But truthfully I can't decide that, I guess we'll just have to see where everything takes me."

「 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐒 」

You'll find out once you meet him, he does really like tea though.

「 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 」

Pansexual/Demiromantic

「 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 」

"I guess I am quite lonely even with Bear, but I'm not a big romantic or well not really looking for something romantic at the moment. I do enjoy intimacy though, platonic or not. Any of it just brings comfort."

──────── *ೃ  ‍୨ the end. ୧ 🕯️

[deludedfantasy]

Trimax Vol 9 Ch 4-6

Honest to god, I don't think I'm going to survive next week considering what the last half of this volume did to me, especially the last chapter. I'm an emotional pile of goo right now. But here are some thoughts, and more reasons Nicholas D. Wolfwood makes me wanna cry.

Ch 4

The chapter with death in the title is number 4 again…stop with the symbolism Nightow, I can’t take it.

The fact that Livio doesn’t even need the vials to regenerate fucks me up for one very specific reason: what did they do to him to make him that way? I mean, what barbaric fucked up shit did they do to a little kid to put him into that body and turn him into a literally unkillable man? What they did to Wolfwood is horrific, but what they must have done to Livio is worse. 

There’s something about the way Nightow draws Wolfwood when he’s spitting blood and covered in it that makes it at once horrifying but so hard to look away from. It’s just so dynamic.

Wolfwood just keeps getting hit! He’s barely keeping up with Livio. He had the advantage of surprise earlier when he first shot Livio, but not anymore. Also, Livio is fighting to kill, unlike Wolfwood. He doesn’t have to be careful or pull his punches. 

But Wolfwood isn’t stopping, despite the frankly ridiculous amount of bullets he’s been hit with. This is the first time we’ve seen him be so determined to do something. He’s not giving up, not for anything, and there’s no doubt in his mind about what he’s doing.

I suddenly can’t help comparing this to the first time we saw Wolfwood in a fight, back when he was battling Ninelives. He was absolutely feral and unhinged during that fight and dealing with so much internal doubt about what he was doing. But now…when he has a clear mission, Wolfwood is just as cold and focused with purpose as Vash. 

I mean, it’s certainly still pretty reckless with the way he fired that rocket when they were so close together but there’s a lot more intentionality to it is what I’m getting at. 

Oh my god, the way he embraces Livio when he shoots him. This is his only way of showing love and mercy right now. He’s pinning him in place for the shot, but also begging for him to live through it. So much love in such an act of violence. 

Ch 5

YEAH GET FUCKED CHAPEL. WOLFWOOD IS A SMART FIGHTER!!! He doesn’t just rely on brute strength. He’s calculating and quick on his feet and he didn’t get any of that from you!!!!

Chapel gave that little boy a weapon that is bigger than him, a literal cross to bear. I also might be mushing different canons but it fucks me up that it’s specifically the gun that is called Punisher. So when Wolfwood is called Punisher or Nicholas the Punisher, he is literally being called a weapon and a tool, having his agency taken away from him. When he is Punisher, he is a weapon of the Eye of Michael, theirs to wield as they see fit. At times, he forgets he was ever a boy named Nicholas. 

Chapel truly made his own enemy by taking on Wolfwood as his disciple. One way or another, there would’ve come a day where Wolfwood’s better nature would win out over Chapel’s indoctrination. It’s just that with the way this world works, it happened this way.

Oh, those creepy dudes with the crosses on their backs who’ve been watching this whole thing are back and now they’re coming for Wolfwood. But not on Chapel’s orders?

Livio is somehow up again except the body language is so different. It’s much more open and bombastic, as opposed to the reserved, resigned way Livio carries himself. Big props to Nightow for how he portrays the differences between Livio and Razlo because it makes this whole section so chilling. 

I love how immediately Wolfwood sees that it’s not his brother. It might be the same body, but it doesn’t move the way he knows him too. Despite how long they’ve been apart, Wolfwood still knows him so well. 

Absolutely insane how he has a third arm hidden under that jacket so that he can use three massive Punishers. It’s cool but also scary as fuck. Peak character design right here. 

Ch 6

Ok, I don’t know a whole lot about DID, but the way the Eye’s doctors describe it seems pretty accurate from what I’ve read about it. Which like, big props to Nightow because when this was being written, I’m not sure there were a lot of positive or correct portrayals of it out there so the man did his research. 

Also, it really puts that earlier scene where Livio is crying about how he misses his parents into a new perspective. He was severely, severely abused by them and he still misses them. Is it because he doesn’t remember because Razlo always took over in those moments? Or is it more complicated than that? It also seems like Razlo killed his parents and Livio probably doesn’t remember that. 

But now it also makes sense why Razlo is the way he is. All he’s ever experienced is the abuse. He’s never been around for the good moments, the times when people showed Livio kindness, so it makes sense his philosophy would revolve around brutality and nihilism. If people are gonna hurt you anyway, why not hit back as hard as you can? Who does being good even matter if everyone you encounter is evil?

I’m gonna keep harping on this, but I love the way Nightow shows the separation between Livio and Razlo. When it’s Livio, the right side of his face is exposed, but the left is covered by a skull mask. It’s like a representation of his other half, the killer and the death omen. When Razlo is in charge, the mask is gone and the left eye is wild and wide open, while the right is obscured by his hair, like Livio is hiding behind it, refusing to acknowledge what’s happening. It’s the scared little kid hiding behind his dark shadow again. 

Wolfwood is having a very bad time right now and things aren’t looking good, at all. Livio was a good fighter, but Wolfwood could outsmart him. Razlo is literally so strong, so fast, and so powerful, that Wolfwood can’t keep up. He’s just being thrown around like a rag doll. 

“Even in a fight to the death, you still gave thought to your opponent.” Me, sobbing on the ground: WOLFWOOD STILL CARES. HE CARES SO MUCH. HE LEARNED FROM VASH AND HE DOESN’T WANNA KILL HIS BROTHER, EVEN THOUGH RAZLO IS ALSO A PART OF HIM. 

Somehow, someway, Wolfwood sees a path to redemption for Livio. He isn’t going to give up on him again. He failed him once as a child. Now, he’s older and he won’t let that happen again. That’s why he won’t kill him.

Cue incomprehensible sobbing noises. Wolfwood himself once believed he couldn’t hold the ideals of an immortal, that human life was just misery and killing, because that’s the way it had to be. And despite how much Vash scared him at times, Wolfwood couldn’t help seeing something beautiful in his ideals. Some small kernel of hope, to be more than a demon or a devil. 

Wolfwood gives himself this moment to be overcome by the beauty of Vash and everything he believes in, and everything he now believes in himself. It’s such a pure expression of love and devotion. Like, look at him, he’s on his knees. 

What Vash believes in isn’t easy, but that’s the point. Doing the good thing is hard. Sacrificing to do the good thing is hard. But also, Wolfwood realizes that sometimes, to do the good thing, to do the hard thing, without killing in the process, you have to put yourself on the line.

Wolfwood has always feared death. Above all, he wanted to live. Vash taught him that he has a choice about who he wants to be, yes. But the reckless way Vash has conducted himself has also taught him giving up his life is worth it for what he believes in.

It’s heart-wrenching, because this is the moment that Wolfwood truly and fully embraces Vash’s ideals and becomes the person he wants to be. But it’s also the moment he decides that he’s going to die for this. He’s going to die to save his home, and the last lines of this chapter, white against a white background really seal in his decision. 

Any other time he’d been on the verge of death, he’d probably heard that iron bell tolling. I imagine it was a funeral bell, telling him that his end is near. He knows he should hear it now, but he doesn’t. Because the threat of his impending death doesn’t matter anymore. It doesn’t scare him. He will die, and he’s okay with that. 

Okay, I’m gonna go curl up in a ball and cry now. I’m not gonna survive reading volume 10 next week. 

[ladyjthegamergal]

NOTE!: Click the link under this photo to check out my story!

More smg4 Ocs that are appearing in my story, but it’s the villains this time! I decided to add on to The Overseer cause they’re all in the same story anyways. Like The Overseer they're not exact. Sakura is supposed to look more like a Snifit. Chloro'shair is supposed to mimic a Toad because he is one. Blanc....actually looks like how he's supposed to. And Nyx's cloak covers their whole body most of the time. But hey at least like this you can see their armor.

Sakura-She/Her; Lesbain; Snifit: A former troop of Bowser who quit due to him more or less becoming a joke. Originally a shy guy (or rather girl) but was promoted due to her proficiency in weapons. Very good with guns, canons, and pretty much anything that shoots. Especially explosive ones. Likes causing chaos and blowing stuff up. Talks about violence in a sweet way, making it sound creepy. Chaotic in general. Joined Nyx because taking over the world sounded right up her alley.

Chloro-He/Him; Achillean; Toad: An orphan turned mercenary for hire to survive, he does work for the highest bidder. Although he is very proficient with his sword, usually kills his victims with poison. Generally acts indifferent to everything, but seems to have a sweet spot for Sakura (In a fatherly way). Says his scar was from a job gone wrong, but won't go into detail. Joined Nyx who originally tried to get him on board by promising him endless riches for helping him but only actually started helping him after Nyx paid him.

Blanc-He/Him, Transmasc; Pansexual; Angel: An angel who came from heaven for unknown reasons. A tech expert who's great with all technology and an excellent hacker. Generally very nervous and skittish. It's currently unknown why he exactly is helping Nyx as they don't treat him very well and he doesn't seem to enjoy doing certain things Nyx tells him to do. Whatever the reason, he continues to support the others in the quest for world domination.

Nyx-They/Them, Agender; Aromantic Asexual; Unknown but probably not human: An enigma through and through. They want to take over the world for whatever reason and knows the tools to do so. They're kind of a dick and can be very rude at times. Has intimate knowledge of what the God Box is was and how to truly harness its power. However, they can't do everything alone and thus recruited others to help them. Now nothing can stand in their way, and neither the meme guardians nor The Overseer can stop them.

Feel free to send me any questions you have about them. I probably won't answer all questions but I love when people are interested in my character/stories :D

My SMG4 oc! I can't draw can’t draw for shit so I made them in a character maker! It’s fairly accurate, he’s just missing the stars on his cloak, which fully covers him and his mask has a similar pattern and isn’t see-through. His face is similar to Bob's: black (covered in shadow) but his eyes glow.

The Overseer-He/They; Queer, specific sexuality unknown; Human??? Maybe??? It’s hard to tell: A fortune teller/seer who can predict the future with perfect accuracy. A normally calm and caring individual, they can turn sarcastic and sassy if he dislikes the person or their motives. His own motives and even origin are unknown. Despite that, they had intimate knowledge of things he shouldn't. The God Box being one example. And it is that which catches the attention of the meme guardians.

[skelebellie]

FIRST MEETINGS

million knives [stampede] x plant?reader drabble

synopsis: you meet knives for the first time. he thinks your someone else.

content warning: mentions of sharp weapons, blood, and physical altercations

this an equal household. i pine after all siblings equally. [aka i think knives is a goofy dude and his characterization in stampede is kiss kiss].

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it was a particularly normal day as you spent your time around town, discovering odd patterned geological formations that helped adhere the homes to the sand below it.

was it the smartest idea to go into a dark alley alone. no. did you think anything would happen to you in the middle day. also no.

you were lost in the sauce. failing to notice the screams of town folk as you observed the calcified rock. one moment you were holding it and then boom, it was dark.

when you woke up, you were shocked to be in a white room. it sent shivers up your spine, as the environment caused old memories to rise to the surface. questions could wait until later, for now you’d try to get out of here. hopefully the town was still there when you got back.

the door was unlocked, odd considering you were kidnapped.

you also didn’t have shoes on, thankfully that old socks separated the floor and your feet. you could sense your bag somewhere within the building, your body able to feel the shawl of plant material that you had been born with, always tucked into your bag.

it was like you were an assassin, peering around every corner and ears on high alert.

the closer you got to your objective, the quieter it seemed to get. an odd sense of loneliness filling the room.

you had found your bag and shawl, even your shoes (thank god, you didn’t have the money for new ones). the only downside being that some blondie covered in a robe was holding it, allowing light to shine through the transparent shawl.

you became defensive knowing he was touching something as important as your shawl, so you started making fast paces towards him. “Hey! You shouldn’t touch things that don’t belong-“. The sense of danger came first, luckily stopping you from making too much contact with the tail of sharp objects that wrapped around you. it certainly didn’t save your overalls, as a large rip formed across the front panel. damnit, now you’d have to sew it back again.

“anything plant belongs to me. im its rightful owner, a god” blondie chided at you, only causing more anger to bubble up to your throat. “J.J Doe, right? Elusive scientist who has published series of plant based experiments. No committee or board to shift through your work, your research seems to pop up in small town libraries. Never the same one.” The man stepped down from his pedestal, inching closer to you. You backed up, only for a reactive spindle of metal(?) to wrap around your neck. it swiped, leaving a sliver of blood and for the stop part of your turtleneck to fall to the ground. the more he keeps going the more work you’ll have to do to fix whatever clothes you have.

“i detest humans, a species of parasitic worms who use plants as tools for their selfish survival. however, I hate those who knowingly use their will to torture my brotheren even more.” he was too close for comfort now. a string of knives swiping close to your forehead, which you barely dodged by shifting backwards. the shift in weight caused you to fall backwards, rows of spindles wrapping around your legs, keeping you from getting up from the floor.

“should i take a finger for each sin you have committed. maybe slowly sever you limb from limb, so you may know the suffering of the plants who you experimented on. maybe-“ You were too focused on the rows of knives wrapped around your legs to notice that he now stood atop of you. crouching to straddle you as his eyes sent daggers into your mind, like a searing hot flash of static. “i should do it with my own hands. as disgusting as you vile creatures are.” his hand slowly began to approach your neck. his weapons should have instilled enough fear into you, but now you seemed petrified, tears threatening to pour at the very thought of him touching you.

“disgusting.” he muttered, looking down as you. his hand wrapped around your neck, and immediately began to squirm, your leg receiving shallow cuts as it brushed against the sharp cage around it. the contact sent an immediate blossom of heat from your neck. you wish it was another gang of badland raiders, anything but an independent plant. you covered yourself up to avoid making contact with anyone, trying to prevent the surge of information that you would receive and give which writhed out of your control.

behind closed eyes, you could see the blossom of blue, geometric shapes spreading from your chest to your neck, reaching out to the man who’s hand was around your neck. the closer it got the more erratic you reacted. It seemed like the man above you no longer intended to kill you, for now. Instead he fixated his eyes to the spread of patterns slowly approaching his hand, his own body reacting in a similair manner. the contact left your mind heavy with shocks of malice, anger, and pain? The scorching sensation caused a moan of pain to spill from your lips as fat tears fell from your eyes.

The man above you felt the fear over the connection, a dark pit of misunderstanding and embarrassment overflowing with an ebb and flow of confusion. flashes of images of syringes and scalpels as you held the blade towards yourself, harvesting your flash to run under analysis. you hadn’t been experimenting on other plants, you had been experimenting on parts of yourself.

the cage around your legs unwinded, as did the hand around your neck. you quickly moved your arms to cover your eyes, still unable to cope with the wave of information that was forced into your head. however, your action failed as another hand wrapped around your wrists to move your arms from your face, revealing puffy eyes and still falling tears. another hand came up to caress underneath your lashes, gathering the salty tears before they could run onto the floor.

“interesting. not entirely human, not entirely plant.” the contact caused a shocking sensation underneath your skin, flinching as his thumb made lazy circles on your cheek. you relaxed, feeling as if the threat of danger was finally over with. until the blunt end of a knife slammed into the already bruised skin at the base of your neck. knocking you out once more.

[visionsofmagic]

impossible to reach • heimdall, chapter one.

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― pairing: heimdall x greek goddess!reader

― summary: being both daughter of zeus and sister of kratos bring unbelievable events with them, but even them wasn't as astonishing as falling for heimdall, the son of odin who saw you as his second wife. ragnarok is at the door, odin is ready to manipulate you, kratos is there to fight for you and atreus is being a normal teenager who gets trouble. and you – you just see only him, god of foresight. what could be worse? – for the chapter: heimdall is annoying but you enjoy it.

― wc: 2.7k

― warnings & tags [for the chapter]: fluff, no mind reading, classic heimdall actions and manners, y/n being self-confident, flashbacks (little), monologue, touching, & more in the chap! enjoy. [also, so sorry for the wait but I really had to create a way about how I will use events in the story in right way and time, so, I hope this chap will make you forgive me about the days I didn’t publish this. ^^ *kisses every one of you*]

traveling around the asgard made you realize one thing at highest point than others; aesir people were living the most comfortable life they could get thanks to all-father who they have worshipped with all their living beings. contrary to them, all people outside this realm were having difficult times that too hard to survive fully. it made you sad and angrier than before because coming from a world under the judgment of zeus, your father, who looked a lot like odin in terms of being the worst dad of all times; they could make a disaster duo if they would come across to each other. both zeus and odin only were fighting for their own advantages by doing all dirty things such as using their own sons to conquer like they hadn’t their own choices.

looking at heimdall who was currently having an annoying time thanks to your dumb questions selected by you in pure purpose – it was fun to tease him since you two nearly were similar at age and mind, you realized how he was control of his father but you didn’t know whether it was a choice of his own or odin’s manipulation – maybe both because you knew how someone who needed love could give all of their royalty to the person who gave them a little affection only to use them. the path heimdall was walking on once belonged to you.

zeus, cruel and egoistic god who was your and kratos’ father, did same to you; giving you a fake love in order to make you believe he was – home, he was all you got as a family. he even tried to make you see kratos as your biggest enemy. the power you hold referred to a great weapon for zeus and seeing heimdall from this close, you could say how tables turned same for him. even if he was cocky and annoying, you pitied him, in a good way, having sympathy towards him which you could not show not to him, not to anyone. you only had one job; bring chaos to the asgard before the ragnarok begin to help your brother and nephew who were new targets of odin after kratos killed baldur; his best tracker.

however, whether you would kill all of the gods who cross your path was unanswered in your mind since you have seen them closely. some of them looked like they didn’t want war either but still, they had connections with odin and respect his choices of ruling realms. they needed to see the truth; odin only was a god who wanted power, peace and wisdom for him, not anyone else. others meant only weapons and tools which he could sacrifice without thinking twice.

turning to a statue of odin, you asked to heimdall who put a certain distance between you and him but not turning any other side than your posture. “do you love him that much?” sudden question took heimdall surprised and confused at the same time.

“what do you mean?” he asked, crossing arms together, “he is all-father. of course I love him that much.”

“so, the love you have for him is making your foresight go blind, hm.” it was rather a statement than a question. you knew it was all early to make him see his father’s doings but somehow, maybe feeling such emotions about his life that was similar to yours, you wanted to at least try. in the end, he could understand everything like mimir did.

when confused and angry expressions stayed on his face, like he was so concentrated about something, you shrugged, walking to the an area in which some aesir people were training along with valkyries who were watching them. when some of eyes turned to you and heimdall, the lord of the asgard and the enemy of it walking side by side, you felt awkwardness, so, you turned to heimdall who was looking at his surroundings now.

“you can’t read my mind, right?” you asked once again and now, he was angrier than before, especially when you left a chuckle.

“what’s funny?” he asked in pure annoyed tone, studying your body language from head to toe and making you a little nervous because it was long ago since a man was this close to you. you couldn’t count odin since it was all a play.

“you.” you said, honest. you weren’t trying to be rude or savage, no, you just liked to his company even if you had to keep this as a secret. he was the first god from asgard that gave you some joy. “because you shouldn’t be angry, heimdall.” when his name came out of your mouth so gently, he stopped for a second with confused face, making you stop in your trail too. now, you were standing in the middle of an open area, probably for fighting and training. people of aesir and valkyries stayed on your behind, not so visible from this distance but you knew how some of them kept looking at you, wondering what business you had with odin and his precious son, heimdall.

mimir said they didn’t like heimdall that much in the asgard because of his arrogant and egoistic behavior and you should give credit to them because knowing someone there to read your mind, see your intentions maybe more than you do is a hard to endure. from the perspective of heimdall, it was worse than ever. you couldn’t imagine how it was terrifying to hear all of that voices from others just for odin. knowing that odin never helped his son in this situation rather than using it for his own benefit, you smiled friendly and that made heimdall furrow his eyebrows.

“you shouldn’t be angry because now, you have a distraction.”

“a distraction? what made you think that you have such influence on me? no one can distract me, sunshine.”

you rolled your eyes. little time you spent with him but you already acknowledged his defensive mechanism; trying to see himself at the top of everything, greater than others, to actually feel powerful and known among others. he needed to know that the first person who should see him as an individual with emotions and thoughts rather than odin’s loyal son was all him, not anyone else. he should see himself, understand himself and love himself.

“I didn’t tell it was me, did I? but oh,” you intentionally bowed a little to his chest and pat his shoulder with yours like you were the best friend for a long time, “I forgot you could not read my mind. sorry.”

he looked so annoyed but for some reason, he didn’t move from your touch which was close regarding you two met just 3 hours ago. “oh, how funny.” then, he faked a laugh and you chuckled, feeling so natural around him even though you only knew him so little.

“if you found it funny I can make one of my famous jokes!”

he looked irritated by your high pitched sound, rolling his eyes, he said, “I am glad I do not see that brain of yours. I guess it is all the same in there like outside; all dummy and empty.”

you pat his shoulder, making him flinch for a moment before acting like it didn’t mean anything for him, “what you wanna believe pretty boy.”

you started to walk but when he didn’t move one bit, you turned to him, seeing an unreadable expression on his face as he kept looking at you with shinier moving eyes of his. indeed, it was a curse to be able to read minds all the time but now, you realized how you wanted to have this gift of his only to have a slight knowledge about what he was thinking in the moment because for the first time, he looked – unreadable. that was surprising and yet, impressive because in the end, he really had an individual unlike he choose to show to outside like a mask he put on his face to hide his identity – the real one, not the one odin put in him with his manipulation.

“what?” you asked, sounding curios and concern.

“don’t call me that.” he said, venom coming within his voice tone – sharp and mad. “never again.”

“what? pretty b –“

he was fast. he was really good at speed and you realized it when he suddenly appeared in front of you, close – so close, and holding your arms with a strong grip, making you look up to see his face. he was taller and from this closeness, there was only a centimeter between your nose and his lips. it was dangerously close and you could feel raising venom inside you from head to toe because the way he didn’t fear you like any other did and took a very close stance towards your body after such a long time were enough to make your stomach crumble with both anger and excitement. 

“are you really that brave to not obey something I ordered?” he said, sounding calmer than before but still holding heavy breaths which were hitting your face and giving your core chill without your control.

he was – he was looking good. with that eyes of his, golden hair that braided beautifully, and –

he furrowed his eyes, and you realized that you should give him an answer right away before he tries too hard to enter your head which he could at any moment but he shouldn’t know that there was a spell on you to keep his mind away from yours – not ‘till you accomplish your main focus on here.

“and are you really dumb to hold me like this?” you shook your arms and by the force of it, his hands loosened his power on the grip, leaving you free. you took a step forward, dangerously and determined. he took a step backward, confused and lost. “don’t think that I am a goddess who will take orders from anyone. do that again and you will face consequences.” you smirked, holding him from his chin, gently.

his purple eyes turned to your fingers on his body and then, to your face again. “and I call you whatever I like, pretty boy.”

with a mischievous wink which was a way to show him that you were the one who held superiority, you turned to other side, leaving him standing there for a while before he rejoined you, a dead silence between you.

“don’t worry.” you said, “we will not see each other that much from now on.”

both you and him knew it was impossible since you were with odin now but neither you nor him questioned him because there was a fact that you wanted to see him again – and he did too even though you didn’t know.

•

“oh, looks who are here!” odin said, happiness all over his voice. he was in his own personal room in which he was working on some papers that were placed on the table he was standing behind along side a god who had a massive body – even bigger than kratos, red hair and beard, blue eyes reflections of the sky, and a hammer on his belt. his body was covered with tattoos. from the way he looked and the weapon he was carrying on, you guessed he was thor – the god of thunder who liked to kill people – a lot. “y/n,” odin took your attention back to him when you stood still, watching heimdall took the furthest place in the room from you. “good to see you once again. I hope my boy didn’t create any trouble out there. right, heimdall?”

you nodded, “the trip was fun. asgard is more beatiful than they said.” you were being honest. Not wanting to make him mad at heimdall for anything, you added, “heimdall was a good company.” it wasn’t a lie either but heimdall looked like he couldn’t tell if it was the truth or not.

smiling more, odin nodded, pointing thor whose eyes were on you, looking uninterested about your presence but endure it for the sake of odin who probably had him in here ‘till you two arrived.

“my other son, thor.” odin introduced him to you and you nodded, giving thor a hand for him to greet you.

“y/n,” you said, “the sister of kratos.” in your previous life in the greek world, you always had introduced yourself as the daughter of zeus, like heimdall was doing now. you felt such power and proud manner while saying it because you were not the clever self you were now; blind to crimes zeus were committing while using his sons and daughters including you – mostly you even. however, it all changed when kratos came into your life and from that day, you began to introduce yourself as his sister and while saying that, it came out of your mouth so naturally and as it's supposed to be.

but when you saw the way thor’s expression changed from uninterested to angry one in a second, you remembered one thing you had not to forget in the first place; magni and modi. you cursed yourself – how could you forget about them!

thor’s hand found yours in instant but with the most hostile way ever. his grip were stronger than heimdall’s and he sure wanted to kill you in the moment.

not showing any fearless – just an empathy about his boys, you added, “glad to meet you.”

“yeah?” he asked, in a deep voice, sounding alarming. his hold on your smaller hand ended when odin faked a cough, making him obey his dad. thor nodded, saying, “yeah, yeah, all the same.” lowly.

odin left his table, coming to your side and holding you from where heimdall held you; hands on the arms. the gesture gave you realization that how heimdall’s touch didn’t bothered you or gave you any annoyed manner but when odin touched you, you only felt – disgusted. was it because the difference of the meaning of their holds or was it the owners of touches? it was odd and you had no answer.

“they can get a little weird when they meet strangers. but, oh,” odin smiled, “you are no stranger anymore, are you?”

you tried to look nice, so, you gave him a smile, “they even don’t know me in here, odin. the aesir people, valkyries and even your sons –“

“honey, don’t worry about it.” odin said, caressing your arms before leaving you alone. the nickname he started to give you were making your stomach ache on its own. you wondered how you would continue to endure this whole thing when it turned out to something you don’t want. odin pointed to outside, “there is a preparation now for your arrival – a feast. sif is already at work to complete it and after some hours, it will begin. everyone in here will get to know you.”

a feast? well, that was unexpected and since you didn’t like being the main focus of lots of people, you began to feel anxious about it. how could you face a bunch of people who would give you looks that would make your blood boil, wanting to finish all of them in there. but you remembered how you promised to kratos – your own brother. so, you kept calm, looking at odin who was pointing to heimdall now.

“heimdall.” he said, turning to you, “he will be your companion in the feast since I have a certain job to do after the introducing part. would you mind that, dear?”

heimdall crossed his arms and was ready to say ‘but’ to his father but you smiled happily, “of course not. heimdall would be happy to join me, right?”

odin turned to heimdall with a look in his face that alerting him to say the right words; the words you wanted to hear.

heimdall took the defeat, nodding to his father and giving you a look like he was trying to say he was going the night worse than you could imagine. however, it wasn’t bad because rather than thinking how odin would introduce you to the asgardian people, you began to dream how you would have fun with heimdall’s company, giving him all annoyance he deserved.

also, for some reasons which you couldn’t tell yet, you liked the idea being beside him in a room which both you and he would hate.

odin smiled proudly, “then, go and get changed, dear. this is your day after all, right?”

oh, it exactly going to be your day.

to be continued.

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[dixonlvr-online]

Dear diary

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

Warnings: Swear words

Genre: Fluff

Challenge: Note to self: don't get kidnapped / Dear Diary @flufftober / "I know what this looks like."

Dear Diary,

Beth told me it’s important to keep track of our lives now because it’ll be history for the future. Now that things have settled here (and I’ve gotten a little bored, to be honest), I think I’ll follow her example and write things down.

Presently, I’m guessing it’s been about a year and a half since the world ended. The world as we knew it, that is. It’s hard to remember my life before. It’s like I woke up when everything shut down. I feel stronger now, more capable.

Life is simpler. No technology to distract us, unreasonable bosses at work, or tedious, meaningless tasks that were expected of us. It’s all about survival now, building from scratch. I help Rick in the garden some days. Farmer life suits him. I’m happy to see him content after everything he’s gone through.

Other days, I’m on the fenceline killing walkers. Or in the guard tower killing time. Or helping Carol prepare meals for everyone. The best days, my favorite days, are when I get to leave the prison. Going on runs to pick up supplies (Note for history: medicine, non-perishable food, and mechanical tools have become priority. Clothes, hygiene products, and weapons are also great finds.), scouting the area for signs of other groups or threats, and hunting with Daryl.

Hunting mornings are the best mornings. We leave early, because Daryl says that’s the best time to start. It’s quieter, easier to hear things. I love early mornings at the prison. Sneaking past everyone sleeping in their cells, quietly pouring myself a cup of coffee in the kitchen, feeling the cold air hit me when I step outside.

And yeah, it’s nice to have Daryl to myself. We had a rough start, the two of us. Back at the quarry, I assumed he’d run off when he couldn’t find Merle. He was always so rough with us, argumentative over little things. I’ll admit, after our first conversation ended badly, I didn’t really try to reach out again.

At the farm, though, I was captured. Seeing him search for Sophia day after day, be Rick’s right-hand when things with Shane got weird, and just be there for us, well…I couldn’t help but talk to him more.

Thank God he came to his senses and didn’t leave with Merle forever. Nights in the guard tower would’ve been so lonely without him. And I feel so at ease with him, so free. I guess that’s why I love early mornings so much. 

We’re going on a hunt tomorrow! Daryl told me “not to wear my high heels” because I was scaring the animals. For the record: I’m wearing boots, like everyone else. Apparently my footsteps are loud, though. Not sure why he lets me come with him, honestly. He definitely doesn’t need my help. I think my jokes are pretty solid, though (I’ve made him laugh multiple times and every time it felt like I’d won first prize at the spelling bee).

Okay, this got longer than I expected. I guess I didn’t give you much information for the history books, but it’s a start. This is my diary, after all. I’ll write about whatever I damn please! I’ll try not to talk about Daryl so much next time, ha. 

Until next time,

Y/N

–

Dear Diary,

So…it’s been a while. Things got crazy there for a minute, so you’ll understand why I haven’t been writing. This is a new notebook, too. The old one got left behind at the prison. I can barely remember what I wrote in it, to be honest. Probably my pining rants about Daryl.

Speaking of, we’re together now! Exciting, right? I don’t know. It feels like I’ve known him forever, and like we were together a long time before we were “together.” Now that we’re settled in Alexandria, things are different. It’s almost like we’re allowed to put labels on things, to tell people how we feel about them. It’s expected in a way.

He asked me to live with him, in the basement of the house we share with some others. I was definitely surprised when he asked me, not because we hadn’t shared a living space before, but because…well…he asked me. He was all shy about it, too. It was adorable.

Obviously I said yes. Living together, it’s easy. We already move as one, like extensions of each other, so the dynamic is good. The close proximity is what opened up the rest of it.

Our second week here, he kissed me. God, it was probably the best moment of my life. I couldn’t stop smiling for days after. Carol and Rosita teased me about it, which was embarrassing, but whatever. Then we kissed again, and again, and again, and every day since.

I’d give anything for it to be like this forever. Everyone looks so happy. Maybe it’s too good to be true, it probably is, but I want to believe we can hold onto this. Rick’s been scheming, Daryl told me, but hopefully it doesn’t mess things up too badly. We’ll make the changes we need to make and I’ll stand beside them through it all. We’re family. 

Okay, I’m sure this update was much better than anything I wrote at the prison. My chest hurts with how light I feel. Here’s to more days like this! History, I hope this is noted as the beginning.

Love,

Y/N

–

Dear Diary,

It feels strange writing those words at this age. Like I’m a teenage girl again, stuck in my room and hating the world. I’m not that girl. I don’t even remember being that girl. Life feels so right today. The pieces fell into place.

Today, I’m a mother. I’m a wife. I’m a leader in my community. I’m a friend. I’m a survivor.

Alexandria is as beautiful as ever, moreso now with all its scars and memories. Man, we’ve gone through some shit. There’s no sugar coating it. The building I’m in right now was half burned down at one point. But we rebuilt it with our bare hands, everyone helping their neighbors without hesitation.

Daryl is stronger than ever. I’m in awe of him every day. We’ve had our rough patches, for sure, but we always pulled through. I couldn’t imagine walking away from him for good, so of course we always came back together.

Watching him as a father has only made me fall in love harder. His little girl is his entire world. The way he softens around her, laughs with her, comforts her. I could be a fly on the wall of their relationship for the rest of my life. 

Also, Daryl brought a dog home. How could I not be in love?

I guess my point is, I’m happy. Despite it all. Because of it all. I know I’m luckier than most. Michonne losing Rick was one of the hardest things to watch, not just because I lost a friend, but because I lost two friends for a while. I hope, with time, she’s able to regain the joy she had before. Judith and RJ are helping with that. I’m trying to.

Gabriel and Rosita are an interesting development. Not an unwelcome one, God knows they both deserve happiness, but yeah, definitely a little surprising. Even Daryl was asking me about it the other day and he hates gossip.

When we first got here, I wished for things to always be as good as they were then. Looking back, things weren’t as good as I thought they were. We lost a lot of things that year. Lots of people. One day, I’ll write it all down here, “for history” as Beth would say.

For now, I’m going to enjoy the peace while it lasts. Whatever comes next, I know we’ll get through it. We always do.

Yours truly,

Y/N

[bobamilkk]

TF2 Character Analysis: Scout

I should probably mention this in advance-some of this teeters on the verge of headcannon territory, sprinkling in some theories and probably going overboard when it comes to jumping to conclusions. I should also mention that I don’t know everything about the tf2 lore, some of my knowledge comes from fan content that my brain has stored as canon, and there’s only so many details from miscellaneous sources that my brain can accurately store-Plus I haven’t read all of the comics because my adhd brain gets bored easily.

“Grass Grows, birds fly, sun shines, and brother, I hurt people!”

Ok! So! Scout! Scout is the fastest of the 9 mercs and the first of the offensive trio on the class selection screen. He’s the only (?) class capable of double jumping-or triple jumping with the right weapon equipped-but has one of the lowest healthpoints.

Scout is the youngest of 8 brothers and is the weakest-the runt-of them all. A lot of the fandom has suggested the idea that all-or at least most of-the boys come from different fathers-Scout being the only one with Spy as a dad-and being several years apart-to the point where some were moving out when Scout was born. I’m not entirely sure if this is canon or not but it’s what I like to consider.

When you have 7 older and stronger brothers, fights aren’t exactly going to be easy. Scout had to learn how to be fast and unpredictable-since when you can get to fights BEFORE others, there’s no chance for someone stronger to actually get a hit in-meaning he could get his weaker but quicker hits in right away and at the very least weaken them for a proper fair fight. This is even assuming a fair fight would happen in these situations-even before Scout became-well-Scout-It’s pretty easy to imagine that these fights could be between anybody at anytime, anywhere, with any rules.

As much as we can say most of his meet the team videos is his ego talking-I actually genuinely believe he’s telling the truth when he says you’d be dead if you were from where he’s from. As a dumbass teenage boy who has stepped foot in a high school before I can tell you first hand that fights over stupid petty shit can get fucking brutal, especially when it comes to more rowdy annoying boys like Scout. If scout was someone who picked fights or ended up in fights frequently he’s going to know how to survive in chaotic, unpredictable situations like that. He may be physically weaker than others but he’s not weak if you get what I mean?

And Scout isn’t the

Sharpest tool on the shed

Obviously

He does actually try his best and will genuinely try to use his brain when he needs to-even if his reading level is low to nonexistent. This is delving more into head canon territory but it’s not a far stretch to believe he at least subconsciously picked up how to trick people-taking after his dad in a way. He’s an idiot, yes, but he knows how to play his cards. For example, when to strike or when to at least try to hold back a bit-When to rush in or when to actually play his role as Scout and scout out what’s ahead. Another definitely less canon example from a role play with my friend and I-Scout taking his time and playing his cards right for elaborate pranks to piss off the other mercenaries. Hell he knew exactly what to say to get Spy on board with his request to get a date-even if it was at the expense of his own ego.

Another thing I’ve seen people overlook is the fact that he has some actual basic life skills-he can drive, although it’s a motorbike and we can assume it’s at least decent enough with Heavy’s lack of actual reaction to the drive itself-he’s just calmly sitting there. There’s also his fancy dating trivia he earned in Expiration Date. That shit literally helped save him and Miss Pauling from a bomb-

And if we want to go and dive into the shit show of chaos that is the Mann Co No More comic series-Scout literally meet God. I still don’t know if that was his ideal god or just-straight up God talking to him. I mean-it’s not far off considering Medic literally dealed with Devil-whiiiichhhh I will get to at another time-Slow Down Oliver this post is about Scout not the bloodthirsty man without a medical license/j

Scout never knew his dad-or hid the truth from himself for-all of his life really-It wasn’t until he genuinely died that he got a sliver of closure-which in reality was a lie from Spy.

It’s-very visible throughout the comic that this does effect Scout mentally in less than positive ways. Going a bit far out on a limb here but it wouldn’t surprise me if Scout’s ego was a coping mechanism-alongside his general stupidity and unreasonable genuine belief that he truly is just-that amazing. He gets defensive and aggressive anytime his dad is even briefly mentioned as anything other than dead and only seems positive about it when under the impression that his dad is indeed his hero-not to mention the fact that he was technically recovering from literally dying-which yeah no he’s not gunna be one hundred percent okay after-No ones going to take literally dying and walk it off without at least a little mental stability-

Unless your Medic and Sniper apparently. They’re a different breed ig. The support trio scares me /j

But my mention of his ego and narcissism being a coping mechanism isn’t me saying you can’t joke about it. I do all the time and honestly I doubt all of its a coping mechanism. He definitely is at least partially just an idiot who thinks he’s the best person on the planet. Only so much of *gestures to Scout’s everything HTTYD style* that can be a coping response. This is the dumbass teenage boy vibe 27 year old who drinks radioactive soda all day and runs around hitting people with a bat while calling them virgins. Use him as comic relief. Write him to be the biggest dumbass to ever dumbass. Make him an awkward romantic mess. Hell exaggerate everything to an over the top extreme manor for all I care-Tf2 is Tf2 and all of the idiots are batshit insane. What makes Tf2 fun is it’s lack of logic so go pop off and write Scout eating a car battery /ref

This took me. An hour and a half to write. And you’d think with that fact that this would be longer than it is but no I just get easily distracted by memes and find random dumb shit to obsess over for ages at a time-

This was a lot of fun to write tho and I hope I got my points across decently well-I have a rough order outline that I wrote my points in and intend on using it to do an analysis of each class. Some will definitely be longer than others as my opinions can get-a lil much for some of them *pushes the Support trio behind me* /j but overall it’s just me having fun and goofing off. Take all of this with a grain of sand if you want idc-I just hope this was at least a semi enjoyable read as I did put a decent amount of effort into making it

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