#i mean you kind of see it in warriors of god too but. its kind of this awkward part where it feels inconsistent with the character

[hanzajesthanza]

some terrible part of me wants to comparatively analyze the reynevan/jutta sex scenes VS the birkart/douce sex scenes as good VS evil…

it’s about the worship of VS subjugation of…

[jimingyue]

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🖋️ meowful-musings Follow

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what's wrong with dry food??? my humans feed me it all the time and i think it's fine

💀 elusivehider-deactivated948204

op wheres the natural feeding option

🌲 outdoorsy Follow

you guys are getting fed?

#im a barn cat so maybe im missing something here #meowtthew don't look

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☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

ITS OKAY TO BE A MOGGIE

YOU ARE NOT LESS VALID IF YOU ARE NOT A SPECIFIC PEDIGREE!!!!!

☀️ pawsitive-affurmations Follow

extra special shout out to cats who have "common" coat colors. grey tabbies and black cats i am rubbing against your head affectionately <3

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as a grey tabby i really needed to hear this :"3

#i feel like i never see positivity posts for moggies even tho we're the most common type of cat....

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🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

i cant believe there are cats ACTUALLY advocating for kittens to be separated from their mothers before 12 weeks??? kittens still need to learn how to interact with other cats before being placed into their furever home omg you guys know you're advocating for undersocialized and aggressive cats right

❤️ loving-paws284 Follow

um op some of us??? matured early??????? i was separated from my mother at 7 weeks and i turned out fine... interesting how you assume that kittens being separated from their mothers at a younger age will lead to the degeneracy of the next generation...hmm i wonder where i've heard that before...

🐈 fluffy-the-cat Follow

OP got bit too hard during a play-fight as a kitten and it shows XD

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also op have you ever considered that just because somecat is kind of scared and unable to deal with strange cats or humans, it doesn't mean they don't deserve to be adopted?? you sound like a vet psyop honestly

🎵 rage-against-the-meowchine Follow

oh meow god saying that kittens should be fully weaned before leaving their mother is NOT veterinarian rhetoric and i never said that they deserve to be euthanized!!! my mother literally died when i was 3 weeks old and it seriously messed up my development so stop putting words in my mouth, thanks

anyway friendly reminder that underweaned kittens are prone to illness and often struggle with basic cat behaviors like litterbox usage, and in some nyavinces it's even considered kitten abuse

#discourse #cant believe "kitten abuse is bad" is controversial now

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BORN TO DIE

WORLD IS A FUCK

猫神 Kill Em All 1989

I am trash cat

410,757,864,530 DEAD BIRDS

#outdoorliving #outdoorcats please interact #outdoorcat friendly

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🎣 salmonpurina Follow

can't believe cats are uncritically reblogging that born to die world is a fuck post. i know it's funny but op is literally an outdoor cat truther

#like cmon now you just have to go to their blog #lulu speaks

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gentle reminder that pushing cups off the table is not cute and can cause a lot of distress in your human!!!! gentle reminder that our teeth and claws can easily hurt them more than they can hurt us!!!!

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evil reminder that the cup should always be pushed off the table. evil reminder that you should always bite and claw at your human no matter what. you can do whatever you want forever

💀 tabbystripes-deactivated098712

make your own pawst

💀 laser-point-deactivated8574721

umm i know a tomcat who did that and his human ended up putting him down so...

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Nyaverage shelter cat behavior

#not nyaruto #re-nyab #pickles shut up

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saw two male cats sleeping together on the porch today. homeow behavior imo

💡 discourse-meows Follow

hey um what the fuck??? it's really not okay of you to go assuming other cat's sexualities, especially cats you don't even know???? as a queer cat i'm VERYY uncomfortable. real-ass cats didn't consent to your nyaoi fetish, thanks

🌈 nyaoi-warrior Follow

1. i was making. a joak

2. i'm literally gay???

#literally what's your pawblem

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🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

reblog if you've ever caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

i know you fuckers are lying

🍭 gaykittens Follow

this tom hasn't caught the laser pointer

🎩 amazingcatshow12 Follow

shut the heull up

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🐾 b-e-a-n-t-o-e-s Follow

grey toebeans >>>>>>>>> pink toebeans and don't let the haters make you believe otherwise

🐁 ladymouser Follow

op shut the fuck up ALL toebeans are beautiful!!! just bc you're miserable and insecure doesn't mean you can bring others down based on things they can't control

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oh so the cat-human separationist wants to preach to us

[whorbidmore]

okay, so, I've fallen victim to the leon kennedy brainrot steadily overtaking me, following me from Tumblr to Pinterest, to Instagram and even the absolutely fucking dreaded application of TikTok. I don't even use it that often??? and the algorithm is just like 'wow, yeah, this little fuckers gay as hell send in the 40 year old meow meow!!' and having watched Death Island fairly recently, I'm gonna have my opinions on what this dude would be like. Cus my brain loves to rationalize shit and think ab 'what if this mf was someone real?' so... fuck it.

Leon Soft Kennedy Headcanons

SFW

accidentally bigoted. - im sorry but let's be so fucking real here. he's a 40 something year old man who spent the majority of his life in either the military, a police training academy in the 90's, or otherwise working under the U.S Federal System with minimal/no time between missions to unpack absolutely everything he's got going on... the guys gonna have some problematic tendencies. Obviously that doesn't mean he means any of that or is incapable of change, etc. etc., but I know for damn certain this dude would laugh a little at Bill Burr's borderline to blatantly misogynistic material and has probably chuckled unironically at the attack helicopter jokes. But, he's not a complete dick, and would definitely become more critical of those kinds of jokes if it's pointed out to him.

honest to God, Dad Without Kids™ - it's not simply enough for me to leave it at 'but it's the vibes!!' so, I'm gonna break this shit down. Leon is absolutely Gen X incarnate. I can fucking guarantee you that on his off days he accidentally ends up dressing as an undercover cop; I'm talking cargo shorts, light blue button up, those fucking standard issue boots cus "they're perfectly good shoes" and those stupid ass sunglasses... you know the ones I'm talking about. Let's say you're living with him, right? And you're... you, and you wanna watch something on TV. This dude would strain himself getting up like a turtle fallen backwards on its shell, stand up, walk right in front of the TV screen and stand there with his hands on his hips. It doesn't matter that he had to piss, he needs to get a better look of what's happening! Does those really loud, obnoxious coughs and sneezes, absolutely blows his back out doing one at least five times a year.

Only watches British Reality TV - Considering he's canonically a film buff, I'll say that this is purely for whatever he gravitates towards on general streaming services. I honestly don't see him being the type to regularly tune in to standard American cable TV, or only does so under specific circumstances like American Ninja Warrior or maybe Forged in Fire if there's absolutely nothing else. It's not something that's exclusive to Americans, — I'm from New Zealand and I do this too, — but Leon absolutely falls into the category of watching British Reality and Game shows purely because of the accents. I'm talking Jeremy Kyle, The Big Fat Quiz of Everything, Taskmaster, The Great British Bake Off and so on and so forth. It doesn't matter that baking isn't his forté or a passion of his, if Josephine curdles her buttercream by over mixing, his hands are in his hair in utter disappointment. 100% tries to mimic their accents too. We all do it, don't lie.

Has... very dated music tastes - I don't know if you could guess, but the last paragraph included me calling myself out and name dropping some shows I watch anyway or grew up watching, and I'm just saying that this is gonna be no different. If anything? This'll be worse! Since I'm very passionate about the music I listen to and have the inability to keep my interests separated from the other, of course my love of particular bands will bleed over into my interpretation of Leon's character! Anyway, all that for me to say that Leon fucking LOVES 90's grunge musicians, specifically Pearl Jam and Soundgarden, as well as early nu metal bands like Korn (their dubstep phase did not happen.), TOOL, and Rage Against the Machine — and no, he unfortunately doesn't see the irony of him being a fed and listening to Rage, — but would also have a soft spot for psych rock, post-punk and shoegaze. My man's definitely laid awake at night, sobbing without expression as he struggles to accept that Ada never really wanted him like he wanted her while listening to fucking Slowdive. My hottest take here is that he doesn't really listen to Deftones. Like he'll occasionally blast My Own Summer, Change, Bored or Rosemary, but anything outside of those? He just didn't listen to 'em. My second hottest take is that he does NOT like Slipknot, which kind of pains me 'cus I do, but I fucking bet you this dude would actually adopt one piece of "Gen Z lingo" or whatever just call them cringe. Though admittedly he would've been jamming the fuck out to Psychosocial and The Devil in I when they came out. Went off the deep end in Vendetta, obviously, and drunk-cried himself to sleep on the couch listening to Linkin Park.

Very confusing spending habits - On one hand, we all understand that Leon came from money, — he was implied to have been born into a mob family from my understanding? And I doubt he'd ever really had to worry about being fully, irrevocably broke, — but I'm sure that growing up in the U.S Foster Care System made him at least a little more cautious of where his money comes from, where it's going, what he's spending it on, etc. So, on the one hand, he's apprehensive to spend recklessly, particularly on perishables. But also, if he can drop over $100,000USD on a motorcycle that got absolutely fucking cheese grated into the road, and spend a perceived, metric fuck ton of money on designer leather jackets and massive watches, it's gonna be hard for me to call him 'financially conscious'. On one hand, he gets apprehensive on spending more money than he needs to on food since he's "just gonna shit it out later", but if he sees a cool watch or a nice suit in a shop window? Money's suddenly not an issue! Not because he's materialistic, but because the one thing he really maintains a sense of control over in his life are his possessions and the way he dresses. The D.S.O can call him in for another months long mission whenever they please, and all he can realistically do is allow the government to tug on his leash and put him where he's needed. He may as well spend their money on things he wants!

Gets out... enough? But also, not really? - So, personally I've pegged Leon as more of an introverted person, — amateurly typed his MBTI as possibly ISFJ? — so he doesn't really feel the need to go out and meet new people or really hang out with anyone. If somebody invites him out? Sure, he'll go. Otherwise, it rarely occurs to him to meet up with friends or colleagues at a cafe or anywhere. I think he'd prefer to just go there alone, mostly for the sake of having somebody else cook for him as opposed to actively seeking out the atmosphere. It's pure convience in his mind. And remember when I said in the beginning about him accidentally being at least a little misogynistic? Yeah, that was me trying to say that he regularly tries to hit on younger waitresses. Not because he actually wants anything to do with them, but simply because it's an ego boost. He likes that he can make girls half his age blush or offer him their numbers, because it tells him that he's still desirable, and ultimately, that gives him the power to reject them politely and go about the rest of his day. If they don't reject him first, of course. Admittedly, Leon's audacity towards women peaked during Infinite Darkness.

Since I'm planning on posting more NSFW headcanons for this guy, — and more NSFW kinds of posts, — here is the obligatory Minors DNI attachment. For your own safety, I don't care if what I have to say is tame so far, you can hold it off I promise.

[davi-doo]

Zevlor's Helmite Oath

Zevlor was a Hellrider from Elturel and a paladin of Helm - the god of guardians - as you may already knew from the description of his "Hellrider's Pride" gaunlets. As someone who is not familiar with DnD lore, I did some digging to gain insight about the nature of Zevlor's oath and the circumstance around his oathbreaking. Might as well share what I found :)

Helm is a lawful neutral deity, whose principle can be seen as cold and rigid as he favors one's sense of duty and commitment as a protector, guardian and defender above all else. The dogma of Helm's faithfuls can be sum up as follows:

Guard perfectly, attentively, and with forethought; be ever vigilant. Guard what you are ordered to guard, including that on which your charge depends.

CREED OF THE HELMITE FAITH.

I was not surprised to learn Elturel was home to the strongest Helmite Church in the North. With the famous Hellrider as the citywatch and its strict rulings, Elturel is known to be the most efficient, secured and well-policed city in the region. It's natural for Hellrider to be among Helm's faithful, and I can imagine their paladin's oath is to safe-guard the city and its citizen to their last breath.

I'm not sure in BG3 timeline if the tieflings were forcefully evicted from Elturel, or if they left on their own accord to avoid violence and bigotry against their kind. But either case, Zevlor most likely broke his oath for simply leaving Elturel to lead and protect the tiefling refugees.

In principal, the church of Helm is to welcome whomever come seek their protection, even criminals. However, it's also their duty to turn them in to law enforcement if required, and see their trial to proceed fairly. That means, when the tieflings were deemed as a dangerous minority in the eyes of Elturian, Zevlor and fellow Hellrider must abide to the laws determined for them, or resist and face the repercussion:

All true warriors of Elturel were most likely Hellriders. Those who resigned were stripped of their gear, exiled from the city, and named a heretic in the eyes of Helm for abandoning their post.

Taken that Zevlor still had his gaunlets and his sword, I'm convinced he helped the refugee leave the city in secret. He sentimentally kept the gauntlet out of all the parts from his Hellrider plated armour, because you guess what? A silver gauntlet with eye is Helm's holy symbol. This proved he still held onto the Helmite failth, despite being stripped of the God's divine grace for his moral decision. He owned his choice by leaving the rest behind along with his title, but still took it upon himself to be the guardian of his people. That's why when you came along and protected them from the goblin, which allowed them to travel to Baldur's Gate, the Hellrider's Pride became yours. As for Zevlor, it seems to me he was ready to truly rest, which shows in his conversation with Tilly, too.

In Act 2, we see Zevlor seeking to restore his oath and fell victim to the Absolute; this is not the sign of him wanting to taste the glory again, but simply because the journey through Shadowcurse land has proven to be overwhelmingly dangerous. Zevlor might have viewed himself as a liability, not only due of his old age, but also his lack of dark vision despite being a tiefling. I believe whatever the watchful Helm bestowed on paladin Zevlor back in the day must have compensated nicely for his lacks. And ironically, with the innate darkvision that allows for better guard, the tiefling Hellrider were supposed to be valuable members in their unit. Until Elturian decided those with infernal heritage are somehow a threat to their hypervigilant society.

[ultra-raging-ghost]

oughhhhh rant under the cut about bads babies

Sorry im so ill about bad's kids tonight

I can imagine dapper obviously looks like him, but pomme looks like him, especially in her face.

I think the difference in dapper and pomme is Dapper follows in bad's current footsteps, self sacrificial and experimental but in a much different way than pomme. Dapper follows after bad in the way that he pays attention, and has been around long enough to listen to bad's stories and learn from them rather than having to experience them, but pomme's so little....

Being not only Bad's kid but etoiles and antoines..... A warrior with a strong moral compass, a seemingly passive immortal eldritch being, and another immortal being but not passive, with his own moral compass that differs from other people because of how long hes been around...

Etoiles is in his early years for lack of a better term, living what we can presume for now is a human lifespan, his morals as far as we can tell is based on those he loves, and maybe bad has that type of moral compass too, but theres such a strong difference when you've lived for as long as bad has.

As far as i know, Antoine doesnt talk as often about his lifespan, but Bad has actively and openly told his kids about people he's loved and lost, maybe not with the intentions of instilling any lessons in there but what else are we supposed to get from them??

Vesuvius, the unnamed lover from 500 years ago, hell even skeppy isnt around right now, although hes still alive.

I think theres a difference between them because Dapper, being bad's kid, was always under the expectation that he would outlive those he loved aside from bad and maybe foolish. We can see the extension of how bad treats foolish in how Dapper treats foolish, how they bond and how bad's wordlessly inflicted his "gift vs present" mindset that he had to explain to someone like Bagi, who made the mistake of telling bad she wanted to give someone a "gift" several times before realizing theres a difference and she had to specify she meant "present".

I gotta wonder if Antoine didnt really instill the idea of immortality into his daughter, i mean like who would right?? But two immortal parents?? She has to come to terms with the idea eventually, but right now shes so small...

Bad's talked about how his presence has consistently brought bad luck - eruptions, mass plagues, falling of kingdoms and death of gods, etc. But most of the events he's talked about happened so long ago. Hundreds or thousands of years ago bad learned and relearned the message that people dont stick around, you gotta pick and choose who you really invest yourself in. And why wouldnt it be the eggs? Your kids are immortal, its probably safe to invest yourself in them!

Pomme is self sacrificial, and really caring. We can really see how Etoiles' hero heart definitely instilled itself on her, but theres gotta be a difference between that kind of moral compass when you live for that long and experience that much loss.

Dapper is a little older, and was initially raised a lot differently, and while we see him experiment on herself with the soul vultures, she doesnt talk about self sacrifice nearly as much as Pomme, previously one of the youngest eggs, and the self proclaimed sole target of the codes.

I rambled so fucking much there but just. Bad sees himself in both his kids, but the difference between them is so heavy and i feel so hard for Pomme... shes so tiny, she doesnt need that burden to shoulder, but how can bad help snap her out of it or learn to not do that when shes still so young, and hes fallen back into those habits himself??? I dont wanna say theres a maturity difference in how dapper and pomme go about throwing themselves to the lions but honestly there kinda is... i just dont know how to word it concisely

most of this is probably wrong im probably missing a lot of lore or some shit but its 4:30 am and i have a headache, just let me be ill kjbhyvjhbk

[soupdots]

Hey, I haven’t posted on here in a while, but! I read Azula in the Spirit Temple (finally) and I wanted to give my thoughts on it.

Overall rating, 7.5/10

Things I liked:

• These two panels:

I love how her humanity is shown in both of them. I don’t know if we’ve EVER seen Azula given the humanity shown in the second panel— fear, specifically trauma-motivated fear (and a traumatic experience not frequently discussed, her institutionalization). It’s significant because she’s showing fear without anger, which is rare for her. And I was blown away by the first panel. I didn’t expect them to be so explicit about it. It’s almost too explicit, but honestly, it’s needed (because people clearly don’t pick up on subtext). It made me very happy to see what we’ve all been saying stated outright and in canon. These two panels pushed the comic up from more of a 6/10.

• I liked the idea of spirits and avatars (no pun intended) of Azula’s past friends and family talking to her (This is something that’s planned for my fic, if I ever get that off the ground again). It allows Azula to directly confront what has been done to her and what she has done, which is important for a redemption arc. It also allows for some healing, because she’s able to talk to those who hurt her.

• Azula is not given a quick redemption arc in 80 pages. Thank god. While of course she deserves a redemption arc, a rushed Kuvira-style redemption arc would be awful.

• I like that, true to her classic hair symbolism, Azula has her hair down throughout her time in the temple but puts it back up when she goes back to meet her Fire Warriors.

• She looks like a child in most of the frames. It’s good.

• This may have been unintentional, but I like that it’s Zuko who yells at her about how she’s hurt everybody, she’s a monster etc; then he turns into something of a monster himself. This shows that Zuko has hurt her, that he’s not perfect.

• I think the writing in general was better than past comics (definitely better than Yang’s writing) and it bodes well for the future. I think, all things considered, Faith Hicks did a remarkable job with the barely salvageable remnants of Azula’s character.

Things I didn’t like:

• Azula is still hung up on her “rightful place on the throne!” She never showed any real desire for the throne in the show, and yet for some reason that has become a key piece of her identity. It really doesn’t make sense. Also, didn’t she drop that in S&S? She is still seeking to destabilize Zuko in AITST, but appears to also have regained the desire for the throne. It’s confusing and weird.

• I think Azula could’ve been shown being a little nicer to her ‘Fire Warriors,’ given that she doesn’t have the same pressure to keep them by her side as she did with Mai & Ty Lee, but it’s fair that she’s not. In S&S she’s a pretty terrible person and takes several steps back in her redemption arc (several extremely OOC steps), and while I want to forget the Yang comics ever existed, Hicks still has to adhere to them and that means not suddenly making Azula a lot more chill.

• It felt rushed, but of course it did, it’s 80 pages long. Still this did affect the satisfaction I got from it.

• Azula ought to have been more distressed when she found out that her friends left her given that that’s literally her biggest wound. However I also kind of like that she wasn’t, especially at the end, because it hints that she’s getting tired of the whole friendship through manipulation thing.

• I wish Azula had gotten to talk to the spirit in its monk form a little bit; we could’ve had an Iroh moment for her which would’ve been cool to see.

• In general Azula’s character has really been through the ringer so it’s hard to get anything good out of it, but again I’m impressed at what Hicks has been able to pull off. Still, it felt kind of unsatisfying that at the end of the comic Azula said that she would “find new followers, a new place to rule,” which is like, oh okay, so you kinda haven’t really learned anything? It would be nice to at least get a bit of an idea that she’s on a path towards redemption and healing.

Again, overall, 7.5/10, I really enjoyed this, honestly. There were some parts that made me roll my eyes but ultimately I was surprised at the amount of kindness given to Azula (not a lot, but more than usual). I’m thankful to Faith Erin Hicks & the rest of her team for doing the best they can with our girl. I hope this means she’ll get more good content in the future.

[slexenskee]

can i ask for any details about the hotd/jjk fic?

you mean aside from this lil WIP snippet?

I think I'm gonna call it "Write myself out of the history books" a line from All Time Low to match the rest of my 'Dropping Gojo into fandoms he didn't ask to be in' works 😂

His name is Soren and let's just pretend its Valyrian when in actuality it's just one of my favorite Fire Emblem characters (I feel like Gojo would appreciate that though, prolly a Soren stan himself lol)

His dragon hatches in his crib and idk I headcanon that Rhaenyra would wait to let him name it himself because she probably did the same with Syrax? But then 2 yr-old Gojo is like 'her name is Blue Eyes White Dragon' and Rheanyra is like 'wtf no' and also, this is why you shouldn't let kids name their own damn dragons. Rhaenyra refuses to let him name his dragon after what she doesn't realize is a Yu-gi-oh card, and in they settle for Sylvion, which she thinks is just some obscure Valyrian word/reference his 'Uncle' Daemon taught him, but is in fact a Pokemon that bears striking resemblance to his dragon. It's one of Dreamfyre's eggs, mostly bright white, with blue accents and some slight pink in the membranes, hence, Sylvion. Which is also Gojo's favorite pokemon, so he's two for two with references in this life.

He knows damn well that Daemon is not his Uncle, and they (Rhaenyra, Daemon, Laenor) all know he knows even if they collectively don't acknowledge it. He's Daemon and Rhaenyra's 'accidental brothel baby' that she had to get shotgun wedding'd to Laenor for, which is why he's much older than canon-Jace.

The age gaps are: Satoru/Soren (0), Aegon (+2), Helaena (-1), Aemond (-2), Jace (-3), Luke (-4) idk if Joff or Daeron will be in this.

Aegon is in love with him literally at first sight. He's going to PINE FOREVER. Like so much angst when he realizes he doesn't just adore his nephew in a purely platonic sense - which his mother/grandfather already dislike - but is in fact homosexually and audaciously in love with him lol. He definitely tries to fuck himself out of his own gayness, which absolutely does not work, esp when he starts ending up gravitating to regular female whores to male whores who all bear a striking resemblance to his nephew.

Does Gojo know? Hmm yes but not really. It doesn't even cross his mind even though he is also very gay, and also knows incest is casually a normal thing in the Valyrian family. But to him, Aegon is his uncle, and also a man in a 'don't say gay' world, so he kind of intentionally doesn't look too deeply into it. He does notice Egg is very attached to him, but he's not sure how much of that is familial and platonic and just Egg's very handsy personality versus romantic. They played a lot together as kids, slept in the same bed etc back when they were young enough it didn't mean anything, and obviously Gojo never felt that way about what he thought was a 'cute sticky dumpling of a kid who thinks he hung the moon' so it'll be a longgg and difficult shift for him to see Egg in any other way.

Aemond worships him in a strictly platonic sense that totally feeds his god complex. Gojo is literally the warrior reborn to him. He's a one man army and everyone knows it and he's so out of any mortal's league instead of being jealous about it Aemond just straight up adores him like a god. Daemon and Laena don't get together in this fic (RIP Baela and Rhaena) so Laena is still alive and has Vhagar, so idk maybe Aemond has Vermithor.

On a related note, everyone worships him as a god (or a Valyrian devil, *ahem* Hightowers *ahem*) bc to them he may as well be one. He has all his OG powers, he's invincible and untouchable and literally unstoppable. He achieves infamy the world over during Stepstones Round 2 where he absolutely obliterates an entire army and a few islands besides. He straight up asks his 'grandfather' Corlys if he should just eradicate the whole island chain and permanently solve the problem. Of course, the story gets convoluted with the whole medieval 'he said she said' chain of communication so there are plenty of non-believers still. LOL jokes on them.

He adores Rhaenyra. Like he likes Laenor a lot, and is partial to his little brothers (yes Jace and Luke exist, idk if they're Laenor's or Daemon's yet tho. They would't be Harwins bc Rhaenyra took one look at Gojo and was like 'shit he's 100% Valyrian its gonna look weird as hell if his siblings dont look like him at all') and has a soft spot for his 'Uncle' Daemon, but the reason he even bothers to stick around and not just fuck off to Essos to raise his own empire is because of her. I headcanon Gojo to have zero relationship with his parents in JJK - which unfortunately is expected from 'the patriarch' aka his father, but deeply hurt him in regards to his mother, who also cared nothing for him. Yes total double standard, but that's patriarchy for you. Anyway Rhaenyra is the opposite - she cherishes him from day 1, and whether that's because she truly loved him at first sight or just loved the idea of a child of hers and Daemon's who knows. But she doted on him and took care of him in a way anomalous for mother's in Westeros, and Gojo always took note of that. He'd burn the world for her - or in this instance, cower it into submission so she can have her throne in peace.

He doesn't mind playing the 'radiant prince' for her, being the faultless and impossibly perfect heir to the throne, because he knows it strengthens her claim immeasurably when his achievements so obviously outshine her direct competitor (Egg, who in fact does not give a shite about the throne and just wants to run away on his dragon with Soren). He even quietly submits himself to the idea of taking a wife because he knows that's also expected of him, although he plans on copying Laenor and having some threesome magic going on. Will that have to come to pass though? Hmm idk yet

THERE WILL BE ZOMBIES. No Night King, but I absolutely believe that Gojo accidentally would become the Prince who was Promised. His birth once again upsets the balance of yet another world, and shifts events into motion that would have laid dormant otherwise. Does he bring magic back into world with his birth? That would be interesting. Idk yet tho.

I also believe in the Maester conspiracy, so that might be in this fic too

[pinazee]

Psy vs. Psy

I genuinely think that if they were going to bring back any psych villian, Lindsay Leikin would pose the biggest threat. She knows Shawn isn’t psychic, she has adequate motivation to target him personally, and has the skills to prove he’s a fraud and do it slyly as she is also highly skilled in deductive reasoning (she did manage to get them to the counterfeiter to begin with so she has legitimate talent). She could even orchestrate it from prison. Maybe her parole was denied again so, like, what else is she going to do? Plus, she’s kind of nuts. Faking being a psychic with the FBI is a whole other level of bold compared to a local precinct, then she met a counterfeiter and was like yes please, more crime, then killed him when he tried to run, slept with Shawn that same night, then tried to take him hostage when she got caught. Its just a shame she wasn’t a bit more charismatic or eccentric. They had her play it as a very normal girl swept into a life of crime because of a guy (probably because she was a “love interest” for Shawn) when the receipts show she was an absolute lunatic (look at her face after they found the guy she killed. This bitch is smiling).

Also, she just kinda gave up when she was caught. I wish she’d have been screaming “he’s a fraud!” as she was taken to the car or even had a heart to heart moment with Lou Diamond Phillips because she did betray him after all. Idk, i just wanted more. (But i think maybe the writers recognized this and thats how we get Declan later??)

Gus is basically siri at this point. Between the archeology, safes, online poker, the law, tennis players, space, comic books, of course pharmaceuticals, and now studies tender from all over the world- its a smaller list of what Gus doesn’t know. Gus clearly likes learning. I’m surprised he never thought of becoming a teacher or college professor, to try to pass that love of learning to the next generation. Though i guess we see he’s not that great with people surprisingly, considering he’s a successful salesman. (OH MY GOD WHAT IF THIS WHOLE TIME GUS ACTUALLY HAD LIVED UP TO HIS POTENTIAL AND BECAME AN INTERNATIONAL SPY. He knows all these things because of his job, psychs only been able to stay open because Gus can fund it from his spy job, joining psych was a good front but he was also lonely from never getting to be himself. I kid, i kid, but its a fun idea for me haha)

No fucking way shawn doesn’t know what a drill is. Henry definitely would have beat that kind of man stuff into him. The military time too. I just felt the need to point this out. its like the show itself is dissing my boy and i have to defend him lol

I love when Gus is proud and smarmy over shawns talent. Look at his face here. My boy about to prove you wrong.

And do you think Shawn is actually afraid of competition or do you think he learned at an early age from his father that he didn’t have value unless he was the best? Huh Henry, huh???(Weekend warriors “you don’t want to be a loser” comes to mind)

Henry trying some reverse psychology here. I can’t tell if its because Henry is actually concerned for Shawns safety like he said he wasn’t in the previous episode, or if he’s still taking it personally that Shawns using the gifts he “gave” him to be psychic. Probably both. We know he was really bothered by his motorcycle accident, so i wonder if he’s been kind of spiraling, and adding up all the crazy situations he’s been in. (Which, i don’t think Shawn tells him about. i think Gus calls him like a weekly report haha) I think the fact that shawns cases are becoming more dangerous he suddenly doesn’t like the idea of him being a detective, well a detective this way at least, because i think in his mind he’d be safer if he was an actual cop where he had a partner with a gun, and back up, and rules, and training. I mean we know he wouldn’t be, (look at what happens to Lassie and Juliet)

I just wanted to gif this because it’s one of my fave jokes in the episode!

Mildred to the rescue! Im not entirely sure how this worked but it did and thats what matters haha

*Appropriate reaction is appropriate*

[foxyanon]

To Love A Dragon: Part 1

Notes: I am incapable of writing one part fics anymore, so here’s part one of a miniseries about Sihtric and Rhaenerys that takes place during season 2. It’s short but I have more planned for it.

Pairing: Sihtric Kjartansson x Rhaenerys Targaryen

Word Count: 1722

Rating: 18+, MDNI

TW: N/A

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from The Last Kingdom or A Song Of Ice And Fire nor do I own any of the images used.

Dividers by @arcielee and @zaldritzosrose

Sihtric had heard tales of the lands beyond the ocean, where old magic and dragons rule the land. When he was younger, he thought of them just as stories, tall tales to keep young children in line. But now he sees that they weren’t just tales. They were real. Very real.

Dunholm was a flurry of activity, his father even more on edge than usual. Kjartan wasn’t one to let many things get under his skin, but his tense stance and shifting eyes betrayed his fear. Scouts had returned claiming there was a dragon in the area, the men so damned terrified they could hardly speak. Sihtric had been keeping out of the way, before rushing to the ramparts when everyone else started to crowd the high walls.

He heard it before he saw it, the thunderous beating of wings before a massive dragon swooped down out of the sky, a deafening roar rolling across the land. He stood there, frozen in place as he watched the black and purple beast fly towards his home, his fear giving way to a sense of awe. It was only then he saw a saddle strapped to the dragon, the scaled beast flying close enough to the ramparts that Sihtric could just barely make out a woman in the saddle, her white hair blowing wildly behind her. He couldn’t see her face, but he could hear her laughter and by the gods did he want to hear it again.

He couldn’t believe his eyes, an actual Targaryen in Northumbria, but he couldn’t linger in his thoughts for too long, the sound of Tekil calling him pulling him from his reverie. Before he even made it to the old warriors side, he was told to pack his things and be at the stables to leave before nightfall to find where the dragon and its rider were camped at. He kept his head down and did his tasks quickly, knowing that Kjartan and Tekil were in rare form after the sight of a dragon flying over the fortress. The wooden walls could hold back a decent army, but they wouldn’t stand a chance against a dragon if it decided to attack.

The small scouting party left shortly afterward, the dust being stirred up as they made their way along the road with haste in the direction the scouts claimed the dragon flew from. Everyone was on edge, the arrival of the Westerosi royal could mean anything. Traveling merchants had spun tales of the conquest of Westeros, enrapturing Sihtric ever since he was a small boy and now, he may have to live those terrifying tales. He wasn’t sure what he would prefer, a fate to remain at the hands of his father or hope the dragon rider would show him more mercy than he’d known if conquest was their mission. He should’ve known better to put the choice to the Norns, because they always spin your fate in ways you wouldn’t expect.

They rode for a day, finding the camp with ease due to the size of it. After stashing the horses where they would camp for the night and finding a place to hide out and observe, Sihtric noticed the camp was a flurry of activity. There were people everywhere, men in metal suits wandering around while servants of all kinds hurried about to do their tasks. While the young Dane wouldn’t say it out loud, the sight of the three headed dragon banners fluttering around the camp and the idea they were spying on one of the more powerful and well known royal families deeply unsettled him, and he couldn’t foresee an outcome where they walked away with their lives.

The party made camp far from the royal retinue, Tekil and the older warriors coming up with a strategy to infiltrate the camp and learn what they could before heading back to Dunholm. Sihtric sat quietly, sharpening his axe as he listened to the words they spoke. Something in his gut told him they would have a much harder time blending into the crowd here, that this would not be a simple scouting mission. In the short time since he laid eyes on the encampment, the amount of armored and armed men patrolling the area was more than expected. This was no Saxon guard they were spying on, this was the Targaryen retinue, and there were easily more guards in this one’s household guard than all of Northumbria combined. He fell into an uneasy sleep, praying to the gods they would survive this endeavor.

Dawn came sooner than he would’ve liked, the small campsite packed quickly while Tekil pulled Sihtric off to the side and informed him what the plan was. He was to sneak into the camp while Tekil and the others caused a distraction, locate the command tent, find out who and why they were here, then meet the rest of the crew at the village a half day’s ride from there before they would all return home. If Sihtric was caught, he was to say nothing about why he was there and if he didn’t make it to the town before noon, they would leave him. A simple enough task, but one that had Sihtric nervous beyond belief.

Once Tekil’s distraction was in motion, a large smoke signal that sent just enough guards off to investigate, Sihtric was able to sneak in with relative ease. He slipped between the tents, steady avoiding those awake and working as the sun began to crest the horizon. He started to panic the longer he snuck around, walking deeper and deeper into the heart of the camp until he found the largest and fanciest tent. Assuming that was where he needed to look, he deftly slipped through the entrance, narrowly avoiding being seen by a large older man in the brightest armor Sihtric had ever laid eyes on.

The tent was separated into sections, a desk covered in correspondence and a plush sitting area in the front with wooden screen dividers hiding the big bed and a copper tub in the back. Sihtric stopped breathing for a moment, noticing that there looked to be a person asleep on the mattress and deciding to make it quick before he got caught. He carefully stepped towards the desk, suddenly very grateful that Tekil had made sure he could at least read or he would’ve been done for.

He quickly searched the mess of papers, locating a letter from the newly crowned King Guthred to a one King Maegor, talking about a potential marriage alliance with Maegor’s daughter, Princess Rhaenerys. While there was no mention as to what all the alliance would entail, there was a location for them to meet in person to discuss the details. Satisfied with the intel he collected, Sihtric stuffed the letter into his leathers just as the sleeping person started to stir. With the noises at the front of the tent getting louder, indicating the arrival of more people, he knew time was up and he needed to leave now.

Keeping himself pressed against the wall of the tent, Sihtric tiptoed past the divider and around the tub, keeping his eyes on the shifting form of the waking person. When they sat up, rubbing the sleep from their eyes, Sihtric nearly tripped over his own feet at the sight of the beautiful woman. Her long silver white hair was unbound, tumbling over her eyes as the silk sheet exposed her fair skin, covered by some fancy nightgown that he knew was not made in these lands. He knew he needed to keep moving, that Tekil was waiting for him and lingering here any longer was a death wish. As he reached for the opening at the back of the tent, his eyes locked with two deep purple ones, a confused look spreading across the young woman’s face. They stared at each other for what felt like an eternity, Sihtric’s heart beating rapidly within his chest as some strange feeling took hold of his heart in that moment.

He nodded once, before rushing out and not looking back, sneaking back through the camp before breaking into a run where his horse was. The journey to the rendezvous point went briskly, Sihtric’s mind a whirlwind as the adrenaline of being seen and seeing that stunning woman took over. He couldn’t explain it, but it was like something clicked into place for him. He had no words for his emotions, but they were stronger than ones he’d felt before. As he rode hard along the dusty road, he knew his fate had changed drastically.

Rhaenerys sat in her bed for a few moments, trying to determine if the strange, albeit handsome, man was another figment of her erratic dreams or if he had been real. Her ladies maids entered the tent, pulling her from her thoughts as their familiar voices filled the air. She could hear them talking about some false alarm the guards investigated around dawn, a fire having been set by some locals probably but it had the knights on edge now. Rhaenerys rolled her eyes and got ready for the day, the mismatched eyes she had seen never leaving her thoughts for long.

They looked familiar, reminding her of a wolf she used to dream about when she was younger. Once, her grandmother said that her dream was an omen, one that meant she would meet someone who embodied a duo eyed wolf and that she would know when the time was right. As cryptic and vague as that answer was when she was a child, she couldn’t help but think how correct it was in this moment. It meant he had been real and she wondered if their paths would cross again.

Her ladies finished dressing her in her riding leathers, tying the last knot when Rhaenerys noticed a letter missing from her desk. A wry smile formed on her lips, the knowledge that she would likely see that man again when she arrived in Cumberland to determine whether or not King Guthred was worthy of her hand, filling her with a new sense of determination. As she greeted the bustling camp and new day with a smile, ready to finish this long journey and discover that strangers place in her future.

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[aonungyou-shit]

Ma Rotxo *Part 1*

DNI/BYF

Ma Rotxo Masterlist

synopsis: You and Rotxo had a chat. There's a spark within Rotxo, and your afraid you scared him off.

“So? Girlfriend huh?” You asked teasingly. As you sat near Rotxo, Now finally free from five pairs of little prying eyes. 

“Oh please forgive them!” Rotxo said, looking at you. 

“It’s alright. I get it Kids don't typically understand” you said through a smile. There was no use in lying. You Found Rotxo..endearing? You didn't know if there was a word. There was and it was Adoration. 

But you didn’t know him well. Was he as he presented? Or was he like the many guys that would often seek for your attention 

“Heh yeah” He said awkwardly gathering all his sisters together, Telling the oldest who you knew now as Rit’Ki to go home. 

Saddened the entire group of girls bid you goodbye before leaving. 

“They’re nice” 

“They are! trust me. When they aren’t being a little reckless” Rotxo said itching at the back of his head. 

“Its nice to see that” You said without much thought making Rotxo raise a brow and look at you. 

“Whatever do you mean?” 

“Its a nice change of pace to see a Man be so…uh.” 

“Docile?” He asked, lowering his ears. 

There it was. That sinking feeling of his insecurities,not  seeking out women from Metkayina. But Those he did seek interest in pushed his advances down. There was nothing of him that was that promising. He wasn’t a skilled hunter. He wasn’t the Bravest there was nothing there for those girls to like. Least that’s what they told him. 

Would you do that too? 

“Kind” You said with a small smile looking at him head on. 

You weren’t that much shorter than him. So to see you face to face made him want to hide. 

Kind? Yes he was kind For Tsahik and his mother said it often. But as it was said. He was not strong. He wasn’t the bravest. He was no provider as the great stories of his father were told. He was short, Often a little shy and never seeking an altercation for the sake of peace. 

And yet here you were. The Very being of his waking thoughts in front of him, Staring at him. Beaming that smile that made his heart sore in a way he never truly known. You had seen him. For him. Not for what he wasn’t Not for being Short and Not for being Docile. 

“Kind?” 

“I’ll be blunt and honest with you Rotxo. I like you this way. I like you for you.” 

“I-” It was sudden, it was quick shot to his heart. 

You were a Mighty warrior. But this, what you were doing was much scarier than hunting down any animal. IT made you jitter a little. Scared a little to be so open about how you felt. Not that you … love the guy. But you weren’t a coward. You were headstrong and you would voice it openly. 

“Its nice to see a guy be so open with his emotions like with your sisters. And kind and not stuck up in an ego. It's a nice change of pace. And i like that about you” 

Rotxo was at a loss for words. Kind. 

He was kind. 

And oh god He’s fallen so hard already for you. 

“I think my sister’s like you a lot. Maybe if you’re okay with it? You could spend time with us?” Rotxo said with a gentle smile. 

How nice. Is all you thought. Oftentimes men of your clan and even the boys would never spend time with their sisters. Rarely ever did you spend any quality time with your own brothers.

You smiled at him. Nodding a bit “I dont mind. Maybe on days like this where we don’t train or anything of that sort?” 

“I dont mind it of course” 

“Would it be okay if i bring tuk?” 

“Yeah! Hey maybe one day they can all meet your family?” 

You nodded. What a wonderful bunch of girls you would think. It be nice for tuk to have a bunch of little friends to play with. 

“I think i’d like that” 

Looking at the sky you finally saw how close Eclipse was coming so finally you sat up from where the two of you had sat and looked at Rotxo. 

“I’ll see you around?” 

He nodded standing up too before giving you a quick hug. “Yeah see you in training again!” 

Rotxo finally came into his pod. Now meeting seven pairs of eyes. Staring in glee no doubt as his mother looked at him with a wide smile. 

“So when do we get to meet her?” 

Rotxo let out an exhausted sigh. “I don't know yet mom” He said with a gentle smile. Heading to set his sister’s to bed. 

With a single person on his mind.  

The Next time you two met was two days after. Rotxo had taken a day to help his family out. During that time you had taken the lesson on how to ride an Ilu. 

Now this was way out of your own comfort zone. You weren’t built for the water. And the Slippery thing was a new texture you had to get used to. Not to mention having to hold your breath. You're lucky you didnt get a big gulp of water. 

The entire time you had watched your brother’s, mainly your twin, get owned by an Ilu you couldn’t help but think for a second. 

Where was Rotxo? 

Had you scared him off? Sure You had never sought anyone out even for friendship. Were you too bold? 

So looking at Tsireya who tried her best not to laugh you asked her. 

“Where’s Rotxo? Isn’t he usually here helping?” 

“Oh He’s probably getting stuff for his family. He does that sometimes. So we sometimes don’t see him” 

She watched as your face fell a little. Hand on cheek as you stared at your brother. A knowing look settled in her. 

She had watched this happen once before. To friends and to those around her. She knew herself first hand the look of longing and adoration. The look of want and love. And She knew how disappointment looked like too. The way your ears subconsciously fell. It may not be love or anything like that. And she may be completely wrong. 

But there was something there. She knew it in her heart. 

And She had watched Her Brother’s friend. Her Other Brother get rejected, Get left for others. Left because he ‘lacked’ something. Often reassuring him that there was nothing wrong with him. 

So She see where this could go. She would be your wingman, and until she knew for sure this would blossom beautifully. She would do it alone. And then maybe she could tell her brother. 

“Dont worry tho. He’ll be here tomorrow. I promise you”

She didn’t bat an eye at the little wag of your tail. Your eyes lit up as you smiled. Before looking back at Lo’ak who got left in the dust. You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped as you went ahead and helped him out. 

“Shit, This is hard” 

“Oh hush now. Don’t worry Tsireya didn't see the absolute fool you made of yourself”

“Thanks” Lo’ak said wiping away water from his eyes as he began to go ahead and try again. 

You watched him go. A little bit of this life wouldn’t be so bad. Perhaps someone could make it worth your while too.

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[d1ssenter-be-damned]

*opens trenchcoat to reveal several pamphlets with fic tropes on them* What kind of nicities might you be interested in Tumblr user error-is-bae? `<•##>3

well hello there anonymous tumblr user that im fairly certain is one of two people.

listen man i know everyone and their dog has written a fic where gabriel atones for the errors of his ways by throwing himself into rebuilding lust w minos. but i cannot get the concept out of my head

every interp ive seen thus far has minos be angry, yes, but i dont think hes been angry enough. i want him to break. i want him to tear into gabriel like a rabid fucking beast. i want him to grab him by the throat and throw him to the floor hard enough shards of concrete get lodged in his lungs. i want gabriel to scramble back instinctively because he knows hes no match for a prime soul, especially not without his Light but he's not fast enough and then Minos grabs him again and he can't breathe--

and i want him to just go limp. to accept his fate. and minos just gets angrier because he wants him to fight, he wants to revel in the feeling of his bones crunching and listening to him scream but it's not satisfying if he doesnt fight back and he did not waste away in that god forsaken prison watching everything he'd worked so hard to achieve (peacefully! he never wanted a fight, he wanted to thrive, he tried to reason--) be torn down by his own withered hands only for gabriel to rob him of what little gratification he could receive as if he hadn't already taken everything from him. i want him to roar "why won't you fight me?!" as he lifts gabriel by his collar. he wants to see the spirit that gabriel had before (when they were colleagues, friends even, when they would spend their time debating philosophy and literature and enjoying being together), wants to watch it break under his fists--

(and he thinks of the way gabriel looked down at him so long ago, the divine light of the spear held to his throat shining across his armor, the way he had pleaded for some of that previous kindness to return only to feel as the head pierced his skin and dug its way through his flesh, blood curling down his neck in rivulets and pooling in his mouth as he gasped for any semblance of breath he could take--)

and for just a second he thinks of how things could have been so much different if gabriel had a heart. if he was allowed to rule his kingdom in peace, allowed to let his people prosper and grow and have a second chance. and he looks at gabriel, sad and limp and broken in his grip, but hes not broken like a warrior after a valiant fight or a killer after a spree, hes broken like a fledgling bird with clipped feathers pecking at fingers for its own survival, like a child tucked away in a damp street corner waiting for it to be safe to move again, like the people he had helped build a new life in death.

and on one hand it infuriates him because gabriel is the reason he never got to see his people thrive, never got to see his kingdom grow and live and by all means he should despise him for everything hes done

but at the same time he remembers the gabriel from before the Council, remembers their late nights together, remembers the intelligence and the wit and the charm and the kindness they had Beaten out of him, sees how hopeless and faithless he has become

and sees that he has the chance to be better.

but he has to think about it. so he drops gabriel to the ground and watches as he scuttles back and coughs for breath and looks up at him and can practically feel the confusion and disbelief radiating off of him and if he's honest hes not sure hes making the right decision either. so he turns around and stalks away before he has the chance to change his mind.

anygays. i spent way too long writing this out cus im just obsessed with the concept of them growing closer Slowly because obviously minos can never truly forgive him and gabriel cant ever be rid of that Guilt but i do think there's something there to work from. they just have to put in some effort.

[bright-side20]

The blood rite

I think that after Hofas we have a kind of explanation for the blood rite :

ACOSF:

Emerie’s eyes shone. “Long ago—so long ago they don’t even have a precise date for it—a great war was fought between the Fae and the ancient beings who oppressed them . One of its key battles was here, in these mountains. Our forces were battered and outnumbered, and for some reason, the enemy was desperate to reach the stone at the top of Ramiel. We were never taught the reason why; I think it’s been forgotten. But a young Illyrian warrior named Enalius held the line against the enemy soldiers for days. He found a natural archway of stone amongst the tangle of boulders and made that his bottleneck. He died in the end, but he held off the enemy long enough for our allies to reach us. This Rite is all to honor him. So much of the history has been lost, but the memory of his bravery remains.”

“You know, our god—the first of the Illyrians —held the ground against enemy hordes right where you’re standing.”... Bellius smirked. “He drew a line in the dirt as well.”.... “It didn’t end well for Enalius,” Bellius went on. “He died after defending this spot for three days. Climbed with his guts hanging out to the sacred stone at the top and died there. It’s why we do this stupid thing. To honor him.”

HOFAS:

Snow drifted across the image, and then Theia was standing atop a mountain, a black monolith rising behind her. "Ramiel." Azriel whispered from behind them, from beyond the wards.

But my mother and father knew they needed the most valuable of all the Daglan's weapons.

The snows around Ramiel parted, revealing a massive bowl of iron at the foot of the monolith. Even through the vision, its pres- ence leaked into the world, a heavy, ominous thing. "The Cauldron," Nesta said

Conclusion :

Enalius was Fionn's best friend, and he planned the uprising alongside him and Theia. During the war, Enalius and the Illyrians fought in Ramiel against Daglan. The reason they aimed to reach the top of Ramiel was that their most valuable weapon, the Cauldron, was there. I remember the bone carver saying that the cauldron was stolen back at great cost, so it all makes sense. Illyrians with Enalius's lead prevented Daglan from reaching the Cauldron until Fionn, Theia and the Fae joined them. He died next to the monolith and the Cauldron.

If what the Illyrians know about history is true and the blood rite was indeed created to honor Enalius after his death, it means that it was established after overthrowing Daglan. Who else could have created it other than his best friend, Fionn? Plus, he possessed the Cauldron, so he definitely had the ability to create such a thing. If so, I wonder if Rhys would have the ability to at least change laws concerning the rite.

Also, I wonder if it could be tied to some prophecy since :

Cassian forged ahead, “Even so, the other males knew that we were different. And not because we were two bastards and a half-breed. We were stronger, faster—like the Cauldron knew we’d been set apart and wanted us to find each other. Rhys’s mother saw it, too.

As one, the three of them had touched the stone—the first to reach its peak at the end of that brutal week. The uncontested winners.

Rhys, Cassian, and Azriel are all related to Fionn and Enalius; they are reunited by fate and completed the rite simultaneously.

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do not forget that Nesta herself—and Elain, with whatever powers she has—is here. Feyre is here. All three sisters blessed by fate and gifted with powers to match your own.

I'm really curious to see how this all will wrap up, I'm curious to know what secret is beneath Ramiel and why that mountain and the three stars were chosen to be the enigma of the Night Court.

[edgy-ella]

I’m not sure if anyone’s noticed this before, but the etymology in Fnaf is actually kind of amazing? For the human characters, anyways.

Me and a friend of mine are considering doing a Fnaf project, and for it, I need to give names to some of the still unnamed characters. Phone Guy, the original owner of Fredbear’s, so on and so forth. So, I looked into how the series names its characters for inspiration—a name like “William Afton” seems too specific to be made randomly.

“William” is an English name (fitting for a bri’ish character) that means either “strong-willed warrior” or “resolute protector.” Meanwhile, Afton is a Scottish name meaning evening or afternoon.

A resolute protector of the evening.

A NIGHT GUARD.

Remember in Fnaf 2, when the only thing we knew about Purple Guy was that he was almost certainly the former night guard of Freddy’s?

Honestly, it wouldn’t surprise me if Scott came up with this name around the time of Fnaf 2 or 3 and just sat on it until he needed it for The Silver Eyes. That, or it was intended to be a bit of foreshadowing of “Dave Miller’s” true identity. 

After having that revelation, I decided to look into the names of some of the other characters to see if I could find any other interesting naming quirks. This is what I found.

Henry Emily: “Henry” means “home” and “powerful ruler” while Emily can mean either “rival” or “persuasive.” His status a persuasive rival should need no explanation to anyone who has played Pizzeria Simulator, and him being a “powerful ruler of home” can allude to his status as one of the original owners of Freddy’s.

Charlotte Emily: “Charlotte” means either “free man” or “petite.” I don’t see that much of a connection to the “free man” definition of the name (in fact, her being the last of William’s victims to be set free and the Puppet’s constant restraint by the music box would imply the opposite), but the “petite” part may allude to her dying as a child. The “rival” aspect of her surname can apply to Charlie as well, as she has stood against William as the Puppet since the beginning.

Michael Afton/Mike Schmidt: Pretty sure these two are the same character, so I’m looping them together. Afton is obviously a carryover from his father’s name, and I don’t think it applies as much to Mike as it does William. “Michael” is a Biblical name with a lot of different meanings, but the most common one is “Who is like God?” Meanwhile, “Schmidt” is a German name derived from the word for blacksmith. Who is like God? The blacksmith. This could allude to Michael’s relationship to William, the creator of the animatronics, as the two are father and son. However, I honestly doubt Scott had planned that as early as Fnaf 1. The “blacksmith” aspect of the name may be in reference to him “tampering with the animatronics,” though.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: “Jeremy” means “God will uplift” and “Fitzgerald” means “son of Gerald.” Who is Gerald, then? “Gerald” means “bright spear.” God will uplift the son of the bright spear. I could be reading too much into this, but this may be in reference to how you need to use your flashlight to ward off the animatronics in Fnaf 2.

Vanessa/Vanny: “Vanessa” means “butterfly.” Could tie into the “butterfly effect” of how Glitchtrap taking control of her in Fnaf VR influenced the series going forward, but that’s honestly a stretch.

Gregory: “Gregory” means either “watchful” or “alert.” And yeah, I assume you would need to be in order to dodge all of the animatronics in the Pizzaplex.

I know that overanalyzing simple names like this feels like a “the curtains are blue” moment, but as a writer who is very picky about my character names, I think it’s important to respect how a character’s name can tie into their personality and role in the story. Creating a memorable and fitting name isn’t as easy as you may think it is, so when they have meaning like this (even if it’s unintentional), we should give credit where credits is due.

[lawliet-ryuzaki-ryuga]

Chapter 5

Captain  (Levi Ackerman X reader)

WC: 2563

tw: small sexual tension, mention of blood, some sad moments.

Two comrades; humanity’s Strongest and humanity’s Bravest. A bond between Two warriors who have nothing to lose.

MASTERLIST

Chapter 4 -- Chapter 6

A/N: I swear I love these two.. Y/n is just too kind for this world and that's what our Levi needs! and God bless Levi's mom's heart <3 The Lyrics are from the song " Like the dawn" By : The Oh Hellos. I like to think that this is how Levi's mom viewed him, he was the brightest shade of sun. ALSO IMAGINE LEVI LOOKING DOWN AT YOU LIKE THIS!

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You had woken up from your sleep absolutely refreshed, never feeling so alive! You look over to see if Levi had passed out but saw him wide awake, granted he had dark circles but he was up, like he promised. 

“ you’re up.” you whisper as you get up from your laying position to match his sitting one.

“ And you look better to look at.” 

You couldn’t help but blush at his words, knowing he didn't mean it in the way you took it. It must have gotten warmer.. yeah that’s what it is, you’re not blushing…

You get up and walk to go wash your mouth before and face before you speak to him any longer with the way you were. Once done you heat up a small kettle over the fire and dump the tea leafs into the cup and pour the water and bring it to Levi. 

“ Your tea.”

“ Let her rest once and now she’s a princess and not a killing machine.” He grabs the cup and takes a sip of his tea, and a small hum of satisfaction can be heard. Did you want to throw out the tea in front of him after that comment, yes, but he did keep his promise. 

Everyone was packing their things and ready to go, the titan was still tied down and the same damage was being inflicted on the titan to keep it harmless to us. 

“Disgusting things.” Levi scoffs besides you on his horse as we pass by the titan. You look at the titan and lock eyes with it. But for some reason once it saw you it began straining against the ropes and wires that tied it down. Quickly you pull out your blade and throw it, aiming it at its eye. Looks like it has an eye problem.  

“ Y/N don’t hurt it!” Hanji rushes over to where you were and checks to see the titan like it didn’t just try to escape and attempt to try to attack you.

The rest of the trip you and Levi rode next to one another without much being exchanged. You could see the sleep that begged to take over Levi but he never let his stance falter. Eventually the group reaches back to the main base and the rest of your comrades who knew nothing about this expedition were in awe.  Everyone was already pulling out their weapons but there was no way that Hanji would let anything happen to her baby. 

“ EVERYONE PUT YOUR WEAPONS DOWN, ANYONE WHO HURTS HIM THERE WILL BE CONSEQUENCES!”

Both you and Levi take your horses back to the stables and make sure the horses were taken care of before heading back inside the building. Levi walks off in his own direction and you go to put your ODM gear away and refuel as needed, making sure it was ready for the future. As you did so you didn’t even hear Commander Erwin come in. 

“ Welcome back y/n, always great to see you in one piece. I heard you took initiative on the expedition.”

You hang your ODM gear and turn to face Erwin, “ I suppose.” you respond in a rushed manner.

“A move like that could have winded you up dead y/n, making such choices without thought isn’t smart. You can’t do everything on your own.” 

“ I thought about it, I saw an opening and took it. A moment of hesitation means there was an opening for a mistake. If I end up dead it’s not because of anyone else, but because of my own doubt in my ability." You speak in a more confident tone this time around. Who would have said something.. Levi? No.. Hanji? No, she would have praised me.. Who..

“ Trust not in your own abilities alone, but trust in the abilities that those around you can help you.” Ewrin tries to reason with you, but his words only put salt on a wound you've tried to heal. 

"I will trust in my own abilities alone because the moment I trust and wait for someone to help me, will be the day I’m let down. With all due respect sir, If i had to trust someone with my life, I wouldn’t trust you because I know you’d stop at nothing to save humanity, even if it meant sacrificing my life. I agreed to join the Survey corpse because I was willing to give my life up for humanity.. Just because I was willing doesn’t mean I will allow myself to die.”

“ So y/n, you trust that you will make it to the end to see humanity being restored?”

“If i didn’t see it for myself, then what was the point of giving everything i had?” 

With that Erwin walks towards me with a smile and rests his hand over my shoulder and nods. “And I trust that you will see the end of it all.” With that he removes his hand from my shoulder and walks towards the door he came from, but before leaving he asks me one last question. 

“ Y/n, do you trust Levi?”

You look at him and give a firm nod, “ Yes I’d foolish not to trust him.” With that Erwin walks away and leaves you alone. You walk out a few minutes after him and head back towards your sleeping quarters to change into your training outfit and go have a small training session with yourself. You head to the bathroom and change and tie your hair up into a ponytail and walk towards the training room, not expecting to see a shirtless Levi in there.. As you walk in, Levi is already aware of your presence and turns to face you. 

“ If you wanted to be around me so bad, you could have asked.” Levi comments before he goes to do some pushups. 

You let out a small “tsk” before going down to do some stretches yourself, “ sure.” just telling him what he wanted to hear. You proceed on with your stretches until your satisfied and begin doing your own work out with your makeshift weights. Carrying them from one side of the room to the other for a couple of rounds, practicing your high kicks and anything to help you stay in shape and keep your stamina up. You were in your own little bubble until Levi interrupted your concentration, “ Would you like a rematch, hand to hand combat?”

You turn to face him, your face dripping from sweat and you can only imagine how your hair looked. “ I– I didn't take you as someone who likes to get your ass beat twice.”

“ Strong words for someone who was all weak in the knees for me yesterday.” He lets out a small huff while giving you a side glare. Did he just mock you? With that you nod and go for it and agree to a hand to hand combat fight. You throw the first hit, which he dodges with ease and goes for a side punch to your gut. Your muscle memory comes in to bring your knee up to knock the jab away from you. But he was quick to change his position and switch sides and did the exact same move and kneeing you right in the gut, causing you to go down a bit, but you took that opportunity for an uppercut.

You both go on for a couple more hits and to say Levi was not holding back one bit, until he had you on your back flat against the ground. Your chest heaves as he holds your hands above your head as he straddles you without putting any of his weight on you. “ So much for beating my ass.” His face right in front of yours, as you felt his breath skim over your cheeks down your neck. It was then that you looked over his face that glistened with sweat, small droplets about to fall from his hair. The grip around your wrist radiated heat that spread through your body. ‘Damnit, why am I blushing again’ you think to yourself.

Being brought back to your current reality, you think of how you hated not having the last words. You didn’t speak much already, so you'd be damned if someone had the last word. With that alone being your motivation, you headbutt him and use that small distraction to kick whatever strength to your leg to wrap around his hip and kick him down. Quickly you straddle him instead and hold both his wrists down besides his head, caging him between your arms. You watch his eyes widen in shock and you couldn't help but let out a breathful laugh. You look all over his face and see that his nose is bleeding, probably from when you headbutted him.  You lean forward, not realizing this causes your backside to press down on him just so you could reach his ear to whisper to him; “ Never celebrate too early.”

Levi at that very moment wasn’t sure what he was thinking. His head was too fogged up from the fight, being almost knocked out and having his heart pounding for other reasons. He watched you get off of him as he followed your movement from his same position on the floor, you were fixing your hair and wiping the sweat from your face. The picture painted in front of him left him in a complete daze. Your cheeks are covered in red, spreading down to your neck, your hair in a beautiful mess.. He could still feel the weight of your body on him, the pressure of you pushing down on him when you leaned in, causing A pulsating ache. From your hot breath and soft lips that lightly touched against his neck, and sweet voice in his ears. He watches you move around to grab your things and head for the door to leave, but you stop to turn around and look at him. You bring your hands together and fiddle with your fingers, as if you were debating to say the words on the tip of your tongue.  

“ Umm.. your nose is bleeding.. Uh, I .. you can.. I can...” You stutter over your words for some reason, and you wanted to beat yourself up for it, Y/n get a grip!

“ A baby can form a better sentence.” Levi gets up from his laying position to sit up right and look at you from a distance. There she was, the girl he’s come to know.

“ Come to me after your shower.” You blurt out quickly before running out, not wanting to stay under his gaze any longer. What was wrong with you.. Sure you stuttered from time to time, but never this bad. Was it because he was shirtless, did he intimidate you? No.. none of those.. Then what was it?

You just rush to shower and get out quickly, deeply regretting telling him to see you after his shower. What if he makes fun of you? Pft you can put him in his place, wait maybe i shouldn’t do that.. You sigh waiting for him to come in, which he eventually does with his gray long sleeved shirt and wet hair. His nose is still lightly bleeding but nothing too crazy, you get up and grab your supplies and walk to his bed. He already knows what to do and sits on his bed letting you clean up the blood and bandage the small cut on the bridge of his nose and cover the bleeding nostril. 

“ Why do you always do this, bandage me up I mean ?” He asks as you continue to clean his face to prevent any infections. You have one hand under his chin to move his face for you to examine and the other to clean his wounds, but once he asked you that question you froze. You look at him in his icy,  dark and  strong eyes; “ Because you take care of those who take care of you.” His eyes move over your face, examining your facial expressions, trying to read your face for any hint of you lying, but he found none. 

“ Take care of you, when have I ever done that.” He states rather than questions.

“ You always do because you always have my back.. And you kept your promise.” You continue to clean his wounds trying to act busy so that he stops asking all these questions. He doesn’t question you anymore and you go your own ways. 

The whole day/night goes on without the both of you speaking and each goes to bed, waiting for morning. But in the middle of the night you hear shuffling coming from someone’s bed. You sit up eyes trying to adjust to the darkness to see who it is, that is when you see Levi in his bed turning and tossing. You slowly peel the covers from yourself and walk quietly closer to him and that's when you hear small mumbles falling from his delicate lips. Small cries of “ Don’t leave me..” escape quietly from his mouth. You rush over back to your bed and pull out the small lavender plant from under your pillow that you use as a scent to calm you down and walk back to Levi. You slowly try to sneak the small flower under his pillow case. Once you were successful you sit slowly on the edge of his bed, and lay your hand slowly over his head and brush his hair. 

You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen-

Your skin was gilded with the Gold of the richest king.

And like the dawn you woke the world inside of me.

You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you. 

You hummed quietly the small melody that Kuchel would sing to you before bed at times, she had the most beautiful voice and it always calmed you down before bed. When you started to sing you could see that his body eased up, it was like he melted into your touch. You continued your small hums and soft brushes until he had calmed down. Just when you were about to get up and leave you felt a small tug or should you say something holding onto your gown. You look down to see that Levi had grabbed your gown instead of his sheet and pulled it to his face. You couldn't help but smile at the sight, he no longer looked conflicted or in pain.. But at peace. You try to peel his hand from your gown and you succeed without waking him up. Just as you’re about to walk away, you hear a small mumble of “ I love you mother.” That alone tugging at your heart strings, there was the 24 year old man, humanity's strongest crying for his mother. You lean down slowly to press a delicate kiss to his head and a whisper of “ I love you.” Knowing he was too in his dream. 

You look around to see if anyone was up and you knew that no one was, hell you wished you could be in a deep sleep like them. But too bad you couldn’t break the habit you had built. The whole night you think of when you were a child. How you couldn’t wait till night to be tucked in, to hear Kuchel tell you that she loved you. How she would brush your arm up and down, or play with your hair as she sang a small song until you slept.. When she too left you, you tucked yourself to bed, you caressed your arm yourself to calm yourself down, singing the songs you’ve come to know… Hoping that one day she would come back, but she didn’t.. No one to protect you.. To love you.. To care for you.

[silviakundera]

Me : Hasn't watched a single drama from 2024 because I was too busy

Me: Goes to mydramalist to find something romantic to watch and starts reading comments on all the stuff that seems interesting sees that for almost every one of these fall into one of two camps the first one which houses the majority of shows the comments are exclusively about the guy and how much of a simp or green flag he is (their words not mine) the second category is people are criticizing the show for portraying an uneven dynamic where the fl treats the ml like shit

Me: backs away slowly and goes back to my binge watch of star trek deep space nine

Idk what it is if it's the writing or the different type of fans or a combination of both all I know I'm very confused 🤔 have we fallen into a different timeline ? Parallel universe? Have screens cooked our brains completely?

my friend, your first mistake was raw dogging the comments section on MDL 🙈😂😭 gotta proceed with caution these days 🚧🚧🚧🚧

but I got you. If you want to dip your toes back into 2024 cdramas romances,

* Legend of Shen Li is almost universally liked. I don't know that I encountered a real hater. Don't turn that into sky high expectations that can't be met, though. It's simply a solid xanxia romance with a very strong landing - 1 full length episode dedicated to the happy ending, instead of the xanxia standard 1 minute. The most high god in the universe x demon general who is engaged to heaven's notorious playboy that's terrified of her. and who is temporarily a chicken. (just go with it) The main couple have chemistry & are very capable actors. Rarely do I make it thru a xanxia without ever being consumed with rage at some awful thing the plot has one of the main couple perpetrate on the other... but this one passed! The main actress is convincing as an immortal warrior.

* Blossoms in Adversity is NOT universally liked, tbh it got almost no traction on tumblr. But despite all its flaws I found myself watching it eagerly. I am a sucker for historical costume dramas with feminist themes - if you enjoyed Dream of Splendor, this one might appeal. After all the men in the family are exiled and they are stripped of their noble status, the main wives, concubines, children, and servants of a large official's household have to figure out a way to survive on their own. Without the guidance (and yoke) of men. The strength of the drama is that it isn't easy - these women are not all kind & smart & selfless. They're complicated people and a product of their environment. But watching them slowly come together was so satisfying, and how all the women begin to explore an identity beyond the strict roles they held in that manor. It's so direct about how much power men had over their wives in that era and what that means for these women. The main otp will appeal if you like ships of 2 mature adults who have their own goals and respect each other as equals, who are supportive but don't step on each other's independence. The FL's practicality was so pleasing to me. It just dropped it's final episodes via Express.

* The Spirealm available legally now on Viki, if your tastes run to censored gay romance. And if you like mystery/ horror and like fiction that asks, what is reality (and does the definition of 'real' matter). Like in korean bl Love for Love's Sake, the protagonist enters a game world and ends up caring about that world. (unlike LFLS, a distinct lack of kissing with tongue)

* In Blossom - Chinese het web novel vibes just exploding onto the screen. Childhood sweathearts torn apart years ago, now he's a rich noble while she's poor but he still wants to marry her as promised. (She is less sure about this.... then she gets her body swapped by this crazy chick who really REALLY wants to marry the ML. who, ooops gets murdered on their wedding night.) So now FL is in crazy chick's body and the #1 suspect for her gruesome murder is ML, that childhood sweetheart who showed up out of the blue to propose. and happens to be the top candidate in running to marry the crown princess 🤔🤔🤔 . She thinks he (tried to) kill her. He thinks she's dead and hates the lady she's stuck impersonating. Spoiler: they fall in love.

* Amidst a Snowstorm of Love - Slice of life soft cdrama, if you like that kind of thing. Developing relationship for like 30 episodes about 2 professional snooker players. Relaxing vibes, sweet romance. They're both kind, talented, and capable. They're good for each other and really humanly awkward about starting a relationship. You don't watch this kinda drama for dramatic tension, you just chill with it and wind down after a hard day. It's baked-in that they'll get married at the end.

[bitchapalooza]

Can I like. Gush about Rome and my Rome headcanons please? Okay thanks :)

I love him so much and I love that he’s a loving grandfather— but I also love to think of him being an entitled dick because honestly of course he’d be an entitled dick. He was is the Roman Empire. A dominating power of his time. He is going to have an ego bigger than England at his height of power and modern America combined. But god I’d be lying if I said I loved him any less— and no, it’s not because of my Roman History hyperfixation bias! Totally not! 👀

But fr, Rome is an interesting character if you really apply his real history and culture in tandem with his canon character and I love it so much(take a shot every time I say love)—

You’ve got this loving grandfather, who does show favoritism for the younger of his grandsons. He’s a strong guy. A feared man. An absolute brute on the battlefield— but that’s really all that was going for him, besides his genuine kindness that came in waves really, because in truth, like any other empire or even modern nations, he was motivated not by achievement for the greater good but by greed, by selfish conquests. A big dick competition with the rest of the world. He was, in his heart, just an old xenophobic fart looking to expand his empire until it all came apart and fell.

Ancient Romans valued clean shaven faces over bushy beards. Shaving was a sign of cleanliness, which further cemented their belief of the early Germanics and many other outsiders as barbarians. They had facial hair. They were messy. They didn’t take care of themselves like they, the Romans, did. Although this, at its very core, fashion trend did fluctuate throughout its time, it is fairly evident shaving is a core Roman trait. And so, Rome being depicted in canon to have a beard or simple stubble is really interesting to me.

Being the Roman Empire he’d need to look his best at all times. Not only to look better than his enemies so they or others don’t look down on him but because he was essentially a nobleman, too. So I think he took meticulous care in his physical appearance. But later on in his reign, when things were falling apart within the empire marching towards his eventual death, he began to let himself go. Although he didn’t really pay much attention to this, others did, his citizens I mean. And they interpreted it as him going through a crisis, a direct reflection of what was going on at the time. By the time he died, his hair was messier, obviously zero attempts made at grooming it. His beard short and shaggy. And he didn’t care. Or possibly notice. Whether this was intentional character design or not, it’s still really great visual storytelling no matter which conclusion you draw.

Now for his human alias…

Romulus is a very common name I see used for him, meaning Citizen Of Rome. But it feels too obvious of a choice? It is a nice choice, naming him after the first king of Rome, Romulus, but it doesn’t tell us much about the character himself. So I picked—

Gaius Marcellus Priscus

I chose his praenomen and nomen as if he had picked them out - Gaius, a fairly common praenomen, meaning To Rejoice. I think he'd choose this name because of its positive meaning. It’s just coincidence that it happened to become a commonly used name.

His nomen, Marcellus, means Young Warrior, which he picked out for obvious reasons— to brag to others that yes he is a warrior. And later on, he’d probably try to hold that Young part of the name up high; something just tells me he’s the type of guy to lie about his age as well as hide it.

As for his cognomen, Priscus, he of course did not choose this name. Cognomen are basically nicknames(sometimes passed down from father to son). Something used to describe the person, usually physical attributes or place of origin. Priscus means Very Ancient, so l imagine his soldiers had given him this name in a light hearted joke of some kind, but still very respectful too.

So together, Gaius Marcellus Priscus could tell a person what this man is like without much conversation— well his surface personality that is.

Okay I’m done, I have to go back to work 😔(and think about Rome some more haha 😈)