#isn't there a hidden tomb in this world

[mspoodle1]

[apollosgiftofprophecy]

UPDATED 1/29/24

this was inspired by @lubble-underscore's post and I decided to expand on the iceberg and see how much I could throw on it

thanks to the Discord server for filling in on things that didn't cross my mind! :D

feel free to save and highlight what you know :3 Links to many of these things are below - some are not tho!

Tier 1 - do we even need to SAY anything?

pathetic little meow meow

bisexual

unreliable narrator

Tier 2 - surface level/easy to see

superiority/inferiority complex

bitchsexual (i mean... points to commodus)

raised chiron (see CHB Confidential)

Tier 3 - complete read-through/reread; taking first steps into fandom

breaks cycle of abuse

polldona

great with kids, actually (see Harley, Georgie, ect.)

ordered pizza to chb (see The Hidden Oracle)

domains contradict

best godly parent

still heavily affected by past lovers (see The Whole Series)

Tier 4 - digging a little deeper

love life isn't actually terrible

definitely tried to bang frey at least once (see that One throwaway line in The Hidden Oracle)

malewife malewhore manslaughter

broke up the beatles because paul jilted him (Discord)

sees the faces of primordial gods (see The Hidden Oracle)

copollo could have worked

catboy but cats are competition (See The Tyrant's Tomb; submitted by @trials-of-apollo-my-beloved)

freakishly high pain tolerance (See THE ENTIRE SERIES)

Tier 5 - holy shit we're on to something

that apollo & jesus fic (Discord)

knew hades had kids in TTC

pressured to be the perfect son

fatal flaw is love

not as close to hermes as he used to be

seahorsed kayla

patron of CHB

roman apollo au (Discord: Creator chronictheorizing)

Tier 6 - wait what. OH!

was forced to punish halcyon green

deathsong (Discord: Creator @txny-dragon) (addition)

kids are greek & roman

michael yew is most like him

brings change by being his true self and not the fake one (Submitted by @/txny-dragon)

laomedon is why he hates slavery (Discord: Creator @ukelele-boy)

intentionally made the orientation video to communicate info on the gods

Tier 7 - what the fuck did we get ourselves into

directed travis & conner to tartarus tongs

Apollo x Orion is peek hateship (Discord: Origin in Tsari's server during Eclipse)

unlocked heavenly prophecy powers during trials

dated oscar wilde and inspired the picture of dorian gray (Discord)

half-titan theory

tartarus regenerated him

imperial kids were meant to usurp the olympians

Tier 8 - we're in too deep but will never come out

knows estelle is omen of end of the world

[lovebugism]

hi babe hope this isn’t too personal but not having the greatest time right now. therapist did not answer any of my calls today so im kinda a mess 🥲🥲 if you’re willing to write any kind of comfort fic with any character that would be the best 💗💗💗

hi anon! i hope things are going better now! take this eddie munson comfort fic as my attempts to make you feel a wee bit better ily mwah <3

You were pretty good at taking care of yourself most of the time. Eddie always thought your innate sense of responsibility was extremely hot — mostly because it meant that you were even better at taking care of him.

He said it was a perk of being your boyfriend — “one of many,” he’d say, just before smacking a kiss to your cheek.

You were the yin to his yang in that way. Peace in all his chaos.

Eddie, himself, was a being who thrived on mayhem. There wasn’t a single thing he loved more than unpredictability — well, you, of course. Then maybe DnD. But spontaneity was a close third.

He isn’t quite sure how to live his life without the company of total disarray. He isn’t sure he would want to if he had the chance either. The unexpected makes things fun. At least, that’s what he always tells you. You’re not so sure.

When he makes you late to things because of his horrible time management skills, or he can’t find his keys because they’re hidden somewhere underneath a pile of clothes in the corner of his room, it feels a little like the end of the world.

And not just in the oh no, this thing is really stressing me out; good thing I know it’s illogical sort of way. But in the oh fuck, we’re gonna be ten minutes late to this get-together where there are zero consequences whether we show up or not, but it’s inducing so much panic that I’m not sure how long I’ll be able to function properly.

You’ve gotten pretty good at hiding your fear over the years. It’s just that Eddie’s so damn attuned to everything going on in your head that it makes it insanely difficult to wallow in your dread alone.

He knows when you start pacing and talking a million miles a minute that something’s working you up. He knows when you start getting snappy and don’t think his jokes are funny anymore that you’re close to your breaking point. He knows when you stop talking altogether that your entire world is caving in around you.

So Eddie takes great care in getting to things on time and tidying up his room when you're around. He doesn’t even care that he finds it all a bit irrational, he just wants to make things easier for you. Even if it means getting to Steve’s house an hour before everyone else or actually folding his clothes before putting them in drawers.

Eddie knows you use structure like a weapon rather than a shield. Organization isn't a way to keep your life together, it’s to keep it from falling apart. When something is out of order, when there’s one piece out of place, it’s not an easy fix — not for you. It’s more like a ticking tomb. 

You’re the ticking time bomb. And the faintest scent of disorder is bound to make you explode.

But maybe calling it a bomb isn’t the most accurate way to describe it. The way Eddie sees it, it’s a lot more like an avalanche.

It starts off small, a little rumble of uncertainty that jostles the comfort of your routine. You blink and suddenly the snowball weighs two tons and you’ve spiraled into a full-blown crisis that threatens to swallow you whole.

You don’t let anyone see any of it. Not even Eddie a lot of the time. You just bury yourself in the landslide until the heavy snow melts and you can function normally again — it may last a couple hours, maybe weeks.

So it’s a good thing Eddie can see all the warning signs before they start.

It’s all the little shit he notices first — the not showering as often, the not keeping things as tidy as usual, the closing yourself off. Eddie Munson knows a depression room when he sees one. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to know you’re slipping.

But rather than acknowledge that boogeyman, he pretends like it isn’t there at all. He thinks if he acts like it doesn’t scare him, then it doesn’t have the power to hurt him. That’s exactly how he treats the funks you get into. He knows they’re there but doesn’t let them take over completely.

Eddie comes around whenever he gets the chance and helps you do your self-care routine — even though all you do is complain that you don’t need his help the entire time.

He coaxes you into the bath and tidies up your bedroom while you’re gone. He does all the steps of your skincare for you after because he knows you can’t do it yourself. You’re too tired to, but you feel like shit when you don’t. That’s the same bitter cycle that started this whole mess.

He doesn’t do anything crazy. He just takes care of the little things to make you feel less consumed by it all.

You’re a pouting mess in the middle of your bed after, freshly cleaned and drowning in a too big shirt that smells like the musk of Eddie’s cologne with a towel twisted up in your hair. It’s almost cartoonish, the way you cross your arms over your chest and scrunch your face in displeasure.

“I don’t want you to do all this stuff for me, Eds,” you gripe. “I’m a big girl, okay? I can do it myself.”

The boy shrugs from where he stands at the foot of your bed. “I know I don’t have to. I want to, though. I like doing this stuff for you.”

“You hate cleaning, Eddie.”

“Yeah. I do,” he affirms with a nod, all but flopping onto the mattress beside you. He rests his head on his fist and blinks up at you with wide, twinkling button eyes. A grin pulls at his pink lips as he asks you, “But you know what I don’t hate?”

You huff but entertain him anyway. “…What?”

“You,” he beams and taps the tip of your nose with his pointer finger.

You meet his smile with a grimace.

“Actually, I sort of love you, as it turns out,” he corrects himself in a lilt. “And when you love someone, you do the shit you hate to make them happy, right? Isn’t that what it’s all about?”

You don’t answer him, just shrug.

“Well, either way, I’m happy to do all the boring shit if it means there’s a chance I get to make you feel even a little bit better,” Eddie tells you, pinching his thumb and forefinger together and leaving just an inch or more of space to squint his eye through.

That hand flops down and lands on your thigh. His thumb absentmindedly rubs over the skin there. His smile turns sheepish.

“I will happily fold laundry and do taxes and wash dishes and… all that stupid, boring shit for you for the rest of my life, as long as I can look over and see you next to me…”

Your heart swells with a distant happiness you haven’t felt in weeks.

Eddie helps you until you feel better enough to do it yourself.

Needless to say, when he stops by your place and finds it completely spotless, he doesn’t bother to hide his excitement. He rushes to your room and finds you in bed, flipping through a book. The small radio on your bedside table plays something synth-y.

He realizes you’ve traded in The Smiths for The Psychedelic Furs and that your lavender candle is burning on your desk and that you’ve spritzed yourself in your vanilla perfume.

Those are all staples in your little routine that you borderline can’t live without. You always missed out on them when you got into your funks, but here they are again…

Eddie tries not to smile too wide.

“How’s it hangin’?” he sing-songs when he waltzes into your room.

“Fine...” you murmur, half-distracted by your novel. After a few long seconds, your eyes finally flit up to his. He’s doing a terrible job of hiding a grin. “…Why are you looking at me like that?”

Eddie shrugs as he takes off his leather jacket. He neatly lays the thing over the back of your desk chair and smooths out the wrinkles.

“‘Cause I love the shit out of you,” he answers like it’s nothing, like the words don’t mean everything to you. “And I’m really fucking proud of you.”

“Proud of me?” you echo in a scoff.

Because, to you, crawling out of a three week long funk is hardly something to be proud of. You don’t feel like you should be rewarded for being human, but Eddie knows that getting through the hard shit is a part of being human. And he’s so goddamn proud of you for it.

“Yep,” he nods with pink cheeks and a hopeful grin. “I’ve never been prouder of you, babe. And, like, I’m always proud of you, so that’s saying something.”

“Shut up,” you mutter under your breath. Your attention flits back to your book rather than focusing on the intense gaze Eddie looks at you with. You don’t get through a single sentence before he rips the thing from your hands. “Eddie!—”

You look at him again and find that he’s sterner now, but still so tender — chocolate eyes hardened but soft around the edges. There’s a kind grin on his and an air about him that tells you he’s serious. 

Eddie rounds your bed and plants himself at the edge of it. He keeps your book hostage in one hand and holds onto your calf with the other, running his thumb over the soft skin of your knee.

“I’m serious,” he tells you. “Like, I know shit gets hard for you sometimes, but... I don't know, watching you get through it is… really fucking cool, babe.”

He laughs when it makes you laugh.

“Seriously. It’s like you get stronger every day, and… not to be a total sap or whatever, but I feel really lucky that I get to see it.”

You’re not sure whether to duck away from his gaze or revel in its warmth. You manage somehow to do both with a distant pout on your face. 

Eddie’s grin widens until the dimple in his right cheek reveals itself.  “What?” he laughs. “What’s that look for?”

“‘Cause you’re nice to me,” you mumble like the cutest little storm cloud. “And it’s gross… And also I love you.”

“Well, get ready, babe. You got a whole lifetime of me being nice to you coming your way, so… Be prepared to be sick of me by the time we’re all old and wrinkly, alright? ‘Cause I’m still gonna love the shit outta you then.”

You grumble when he smacks a kiss to your knee.

You hope he keeps his promise.

[llondonfog]

tired are your splendid soldiers— tired are they, here they go.

His father hums as he strokes his hand through Silver's hair, low and dark and deep like the forbidden valleys hidden within the ancient briar woods.

It's not a melody that Silver is familiar with, and he finds that a strange thing to fixate on in a dream.

For that is what this must be, right?

Only a dream could make his senses so syrupy slow, melting away like smoke the harder he tries to grasp at them. His efforts aren't improved any by Lilia's fingers soothing near-hypnotically against his aching temples, and the more he tries to blink his eyes open, the longer he realizes that they've closed again.

The humming hasn't stopped.

Gradually, Silver realizes that his head is cradled gently in his father's lap, with a familiar oversized coat thrown over his unresponsive body as he lays on the cold stone floor. It should have been the most uncomfortable position in the world for a nap and yet he feels more at peace and more exhausted than ever before, as if he could slumber away the next one thousand years and still find it not enough.

The next one thousand years? What an odd thought.

His brow must have furrowed at that, for his father's hand has shifted to indulgently rub at the frown lines, smoothing them out into placid comfort once more. It's sweet, comfort in a way that Lilia hasn't needed to show him since he was a child. Silver certainly feels like one now, lost and adrift in this dream that's as silent and still as a tomb— well, silent save for the constant humming.

Now that he thinks about it, has it really only been his father that he's heard all along?

Silver knows better than to try to speak in a dream, but something compels him all the same, an uneasy itch prodding at the back of his skull. " . . . Father?" He mumbles around a tongue dry and thick, swallowing a groan and scrunching his nose in an effort to force his lashes to open against the invisible, heavy anchors weighing him down. "What are you . . . "

His groggy voice trails off as if someone had simply squeezed his vocal chords with an iron fist.

Malleus-sama stands behind his kneeling and still-humming father with a terrifying smile, sinister in its poisoned benevolence. Gone is his imposing Diasomnia uniform and in its place is an eerie ensemble of vivid purples and bleak thorny overlay, but all Silver can stare at with a sick horror is the way that his father's eyes seem to be glazed over with the same kind of gossamer green weaving around Malleus-sama's fingertips.

"I was wondering when you'd join us, Silver— Lilia was so determined to wait for you this time, isn't that much more like him? Now . . . are you ready to receive your gift?"

He's not dreaming.

But that does not mean that this isn't a nightmare.

[emilykaldwen]

Fic Rec List 2

I cannot find the link for my first fic rec list. I'M SORRY! Anyway here's another one. These are on AO3 because that's where I read 99% of my fic but if I can find a tumblr handle for people, I will add it! This isn't just HotD/GoT fic, I also included a few other fandoms should anything strike your fancy!

World on Fire - @theothermaidoftarth - In which Nettles is sent North after the Battle of the Gullet. It's Cregan x Nettles! SIGN ME THE FUCK UP! If you love rare pairs, please follow this author. She writes fantastic stories and I just really love their work.

Inertia - @lesbian-kyoru - With the Cat’s confinement approaching, Kyo and Tohru attempt to avoid their feelings as ineffectively as possible. Hi yes do you love Fruits Basket? Do you love a good friends with benefits AU with two emotionally fucky individuals in Tohru and Kyo? Then please run, do not walk, to read this lovely series. I was introduced to this via someone bookbinding this series on the renegade guild and devoured it (I reblogged this series ages ago screaming in my tags)

Something Old - Ducks - Miserable after Oz's departure, Willow casts a spell to have her will done. Predictably, it goes awry, having some interesting affects on Buffy and Angel. A re-imagining of the Buffy episode "Something Blue". One of the first really fandomy fics I got obsessed over (back when Ducks ran their own site, which might still be up?) anyway yeah, it's Buffy x Angel, which teen me was utterly obsessed with and one of the first fics that really ever entered into my mind that you could write long ass series AU fics. There's also an eventual Blade crossover in the final part.

A Game of High Stakes - In_Dreams - In theory, the task is simple: kill Draco Malfoy. In practice, putting a curse through the Dark Lord's favoured lieutenant will take everything Hermione has―especially since he's trying to kill her, too. Even more so when the lines between them start to blur. Sometimes, the only way out is through. Hello yes it's another dramoine fake marriage/real marriage AU but it's so good, really goes into the fuckiness of the war, I just devoured it in a weekend.

Taken - Wheater - An AU set after 2x15: Elijah succeeds in kidnapping Elena, Katherine is out of the tomb and the Salvatore brothers have one hell of a mess to fix. Sometimes you have no choice but to make a deal with the devil. If you can get the devil to make a deal with you… Another oldie but goodie for if you liked your obscure TVD ships. And I was such an Elena x Elijah fan (also Tyler and Elena too pls)

Kingdoms At War - deathwalker - What if Ned Stark wasn't executed at the Great Sept of Baelor? Instead, what if, he had been removed from Kingslanding before Joffrey could give the order for his head? What impact would this have had on the Game of Thrones? It's a Robb x Marg, Ned Lives AU y'all and one day, one day it's gonna be completed and it's going to be amazing. So far it's sitting at just under 700k words, and Marg and Robb are about to take on King's Landing and my body is ready.

Parlour Trick - @stannisfactions - What if Aemond was born with dragon features and hidden away, and Helaena is his bride. Hi yes I scream about this story a lot, Kinderhook is one of my all time favorites, and not only is this fic amazing, but they have a ton of TG fics. A lot of the content is of the angstier variety, as well as a lot of dub con so please mind your triggers.

Aesthetic Chills - sloelimbs - An Eddie/Chrissy fix it picking up where Vecna started, and the Party's adventure taking a different turn. - It's an Edissy fix it fic and just very thoughtful, very moody, very everything. Pretty sure this was the only ST fic I read and it sits in the bookmarks for a reason.

[vickyvicarious]

Lucy was looking sweetly pretty in her white lawn frock; she has got a beautiful colour since she has been here. I noticed that the old men did not lose any time in coming up and sitting near her when we sat down. She is so sweet with old people; I think they all fell in love with her on the spot. Even my old man succumbed and did not contradict her, but gave me double share instead.

Everyone loves Lucy! ...as they should, she is such a sweetheart. I was struck again by her voice today, it's such great casting. I also love to see Mina's concern for her, when talking about her color. She's obviously glad that she's not so pale anymore.

But I seemingly never get to just enjoy a Lucy entry without feeling sad for her in some way, and here's today's:

"Sacred to the memory of George Canon, who died, in the hope of a glorious resurrection, on July, 29, 1873, falling from the rocks at Kettleness. This tomb was erected by his sorrowing mother to her dearly beloved son. 'He was the only son of his mother, and she was a widow.' Really, Mr. Swales, I don't see anything very funny in that!" She spoke her comment very gravely and somewhat severely.

Reading this line knowing what comes later, it feels like some really horrible foreshadowing. There's certainly no perfect direct parallel, but there's plenty of resonant elements here: the only child of a widowed mother, the lies about cause of death. Mr. Swales' response about one of the son ensuring the mother didn't get to inherit her money is a kind of reversal of what happens with Mrs. Westenra's will. Even the 'hope of a glorious resurrection' makes me think of the language used around killing vampire!Lucy. Of course, there's no open hatred in the Westenras' relationship (maybe hidden resentment, but definitely still love), but this whole bit feels awful.

Lucy obviously is upset by it too ("very gravely and somewhat severely" is definitely an atypical way for her to speak), though I think the part that resonates with her most is just the mother left alone in the world. It makes me wonder if she's feeling worried about her mother in the future. I can easily imagine Lucy being eager to get out from under her mother's wing/thumb and live her own life once she gets married... but feeling worried about her mother left alone afterwards, and guilty for not wanting to take her too. Depending on how aware she is of Mrs. Westenra's poor health those worries may be even worse, and even without that element her mother's nervous disposition may well lead her to fear she won't do well alone.

"Oh, why did you tell us of this? It is my favourite seat, and I cannot leave it; and now I find I must go on sitting over the grave of a suicide."

That bolded part also feels like awful foreshadowing. Lucy doesn't mean anything more here than that she loves this spot and isn't willing to move somewhere else even if the idea of it being over a suicide's grave freaks her out. But the wording just makes me think about how little ability to escape her fate she has. How she truly cannot leave her spot over the grave of a suicide (a doomed soul). Her death and the unrest that follows seems inevitable.

The way she talks to Mina of Arthur while holding hands is really sweet. But coming after this conversation (after she ended the conversation because it was upsetting her), I can't help but feel like a little part of it is Lucy trying very deliberately to focus on what she is looking forward to, to try her best not to dwell on anything upsetting. And maybe a bit of seeking/giving comfort at the same time with the hand-holding, all unspoken.

Unfortunately, it backfires. Mina's final entry today is so sad, and all the talk about Lucy's future with Arthur made it even worse to come back to no letter. I love the way she starts out talking about her fear for Jonathan, then tries to divert herself into more factual descriptions of the scenery. But it doesn't work, because the two bands who are separated and can't see or hear one another just inevitably makes her think of her own separation from Jonathan again, and she's just miserable.

[mugiwara-communications]

Luffy X S/O: Admiral Partner.

Thanks for the magic prompt, Anon! They requested "a reaction on the monster trio and ace (+ the reaction of their crew, if possible..) with an admiral s/o, and they have a secret relationship".

Read the rest here! Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace.

Warning: Marineford, but no donuts because this isn't that kind of bakery. WC: 1.5K

Childhood best friends to lovers, absolutely. There is no way just anyone can stand Luffy, and everything about him, and not have known him since birth… ignore all his friends, admirers, and allies. Y’all besties from the womb to the tomb!

Being childhood friends with this boy means two things. One, you know his brothers and everything that's happened to them. And two, you know their grandfather and his opinion of pirates. The way the three wanted to be free despite everything made you fall for him the first time, but Garp didn’t like the plan. To get him off the boys’ back, you joined the Marines in their place under the old man.

You knew it might have been a mistake. There was the possibility you would have had to face Luffy and Ace at one point or another, and fight them. And Luffy would stop at nothing, nothing, to be the Pirate King. You took that risk. Willing to give them the chance to be free and see the world, that was enough for you.

A year before Luffy was to head to sea, you left for the Marines. Leaving Luffy was hard, but he promised you he would be a pirate to be proud of. That was when you had your first kiss as well. With your rucksack on your back, you pulled his hat over his eyes and gave him the most chaste and teary kiss possible. Ace wasn’t there to mock the color of your cheeks, but Makino was kind enough to help you clean up afterward.

The first day spent training under Garp was just constantly reminding yourself you were doing it for your boys, FOR YOUR BOYS!!! Did the seawater look good enough to dive and die into, yes, but Garp personally fished you out the first four times and told you if you fell again, he wasn’t saving you.

Every day, from then on, you trained under Garp, you would wait for Luffy’s letters. Every letter felt like it was almost enough, being close to him again, it was a piece of him you could keep like a secret. Garp knew you two were talking, but he respected you enough not to embarrass you to your face. But his Den Den calls with Sengoku were absolutely about how he was getting great grandkids first.

From the day you left, onwards, there was a letter, or three, from him every day. Every letter was different; how Luffy missed you, how he loved you, how he beat up a tiger alone, how he couldn’t wait to see you again. You loved them and kept them hidden in a box in your personal quarter.

A few months afterward, Garp was fed up with the Delivery Coos fees, and let you use his Den Den Mushi to call Makino and talk to Luffy again. Only then it finally felt like it was enough. You two would talk about training, work, and how Ace was making one hell of a reputation. When he was ready to dispart on his own adventure, he promised you he would survive.

There was a date marked on your calendar that everyone questioned you for, May 5. You told them it was your lover’s birthday, and it might be the only day your got to see him again, maybe for forever. You just missed him in Shells Town, just after Captain Morgan was arrested. But not long after, you gained your most trusted allies; Koby and Helmeppo.

It was an accident when Koby found the letters; at first, he was just delivering you your mail, but you were too excited to wait to read it. Ripping the envelope open, you could have screamed hearing his first real adventure as a pirate, he had already gained five crewmates and into the Grand Line. Koby asked what it was about and you forced him into secrecy, holding his manhood over him if he dared to say anything. And that is how the three of you young Marines became the secret ‘Luffy Fanclub’.

(X Drake is also in the club, but his begrudging admiration mostly stems from Koby instead of your love for the Strawhat.)

After seeing Luffy’s first bounty, you sent him your last letter. You promised him you would get stronger, be stronger for him. Every time he got a bounty, you forced yourself to get stronger and earn two ranks at a time.

You made Garp promise you not to meet Luffy in Water 7, you didn’t feel ready and the old man respected it, letting you stay on the marine ship instead. 

In the two months from when Luffy left the village and got to the Sabaody Archipelago, and the two years you had been in the Marines, you finally made it to become an Admiral; Admiral Daisaru… How fitting is it that you became the ‘Orange Monkey’ after loving a Monkey for years? You promised him you’d be strong enough, and you finally felt like you were. Since missing him at Water 7, you decided to meet him in Sabaody…

Until Kizaru and the PX scattered him and his crewmates around the Blues.

Then Marineford happen. You are an Admiral, you are expected to act like it and fight against Whitebeard. Like Garp, you had to make a choice, then and there. There was no waiting, you had to choose between family and love or the job you built your life around. You made your decision, and said decision changed everything.

Standing next to Garp on the platform, you turned to look at him and thanked him for giving you the chance to get stronger, however, this is where you as a Marine has to stop. Grabbing your boyfriend’s older brother from the back of his pants, you tossed Ace over your shoulder and ran to the Moby Dick.

It wasn’t the cleanest escape. It almost wasn’t one. The run nearly took all three of your lives- yours, Ace’s, and Luffy’s. But you were prepared for it. You had to skip by people you called comrades and enemies the same way, without care.

After Ace woke up on the Moby Dick, he reached for Luffy. But his little brother wasn’t there. He stopped panicking when he heard Luffy arguing with Whitebeard and Marco for locking you in the brig. “They are a Marine- an Admiral! It could be a trap!” Well, traps don’t save lives. Ace made his family listen by calling you his sibling-slash-little brother’s lover, or rather ‘the orange monkey of the family who joined the marines to protect our asses from Gramps when they still couldn’t tie their shoes properly’.

The news spread around the world instantly. The youngest Admiral choose the life of piracy and defected… You couldn’t go back. But that was fine. You didn’t want you! You didn’t care! You had Luffy in your arms for the first time in over two years, you had everything you needed. You ignored the looks from the pirates, you ignored the way they treated you, you ignored the way they talked about you when they thought you weren’t listening… Just ignore it. You do, you did.

After the two-year timeskip, you would join the Strawhat Pirates. And it wasn’t a cold welcome, but it was as warm as Drum Island in the winter. The veteran pirates- his Nakama- looked at you with such disdain, you debated whether it was something you could handle again. You had an opening to join X Drake’s crew, despite him being undercover, or joining the Revolutionary.

While Robin and Brooke treated you rather kind, if at arm's length, it was Zoro and Usopp who didn’t let you at arm's length to the Captain. Whenever you were alone with Luffy, someone would always run in and ruin it. Learning to sneak kisses between the mikan trees felt like learning how to ride a bike all over again; someone would block your path and the taste of wood was becoming familiar.

Zoro outright told you he didn’t trust you, and there was no changing the swordsman's mind. Every childhood story you told made them laugh, sure, but whenever you did something he would watch and judge you for how you acted. Sure, your bounty was impressive and you were strong, but were you trustable?

After Luffy tells his crew he’s disappointed in them for not giving you a chance, do things change. It gets better when they learn you make their Captain happy. When the crew learns you were the one Luffy was talking about for TWO MONTHS nonstop, do they actually start trusting you.

“Did you really eat a worm because Ace said you couldn't fight with them?”

“I ate three worms to prove my worth, thank you.”

“Eat ten right now and you can stay."

[west-tokyo-incidents]

It's quiet here.

How many times will he come back to stare at the Black Lake? Rathma isn't here any more. His body lay where it has for however long it's been since Inarius came back and spread the prophecy as gospel.

No amount of speed or lack of distraction would have let him meet Rathma personally.

The wanderer huffed under his breath and leaned on his hand. He's perched above, just inside Kasama, looking down at the barely-submerged platform where Vhenard died twice over.

"The first necromancer... Wow, I bet this is a big deal for you, huh?"

"Hm? ...I suppose so."

Neyrelle's question to him, when they'd first come across evidence of where they were.

"Well, isn't it? Aren't necromancers priests of Rathma?"

He remembers his thoughts from back then. Should he pretend to be in awe? Excited? Something other than skin-crawling anxiety about meeting the nephalem his people worshipped?

"I guess I'm just... Nervous."

The wanderer considers going back down there. Hell, he even walks through the City of the Ancients to the entrance of the Cradle... Only to stop and stare at the mural on the floor in front of it.

He must've not seen it before. Rathma's face, scrolls falling from his hands, a skeletal mage at his side.

Nope.

The wanderer turns back around and goes back to his spot overlooking the lake. Back to the little food he'd packed himself. Even if he went, he couldn't cross the lake. And even if he could, Rathma would still be dead and his spirit gone from this place.

And even if he wasn't...

Best not think about that. He stuck a piece of bread in his mouth.

"Well, Neyrelle told me I'd probably find you here."

Only to nearly choke on it in shock.

"Donan...!"

The wanderer, coughing, turned to look at the man.

The man is grinning at him, "Hey, now, don't die on me, you're the only necromancer we've got!" The man walks over as the wanderer manages to get a drink and clear his throat, "Mind if I join you?"

"No, of course not. Why were you looking for me?"

With a heave, Donan sits beside him, "You'd been gone for a while got concerned. I guess you couldn't resist coming back here while we're in the area, hm? Neyrelle told me all about how you two met."

A soft grunt of acknowledgement.

"...I can't imagine it." Donan sighs, his voice becoming soft, "I guess, in a way, it's like if Inarius had just. Suddenly died one day. No glory, no songs... I can't imagine how the church would react."

"Hah, yeah, except it's as if that arse died locked away in the Alabaster Monastery and the world forgot about him. Hidden away with a key you can never get again. And why would you even want it?" A dry laugh, "Just to see a dead body?" The wanderer stares down at his food. He can feel the heat of anger beginning to boil in his stomach.

Donan goes quiet, "I'm sorry... For what it's worth, he isn't forgotten--"

"His prophecy isn't forgotten, you mean." He spits, "There are no crusaders for him. No knights to guard his tomb. His temple is sunken beneath the rancid sea and his tomb is rotting. I've heard so many people talk about him ...But no one but me and Lilith seem to grieve."

"...I thought you said you weren't religious. Yet you sound as devout as Prava. Don't go falling into Lilith's arms just because she--"

"It's nothing like Prava. And I'm not falling into that bitch's arms." He snarls suddenly. Wolven teeth snap behind his own. He can feel Hatred in his words, and Donan does, too. "She grieves him... But what she does... It's too much like... Like where I came from. Except Rathma never actually demanded the things my people did to me." His hair bristles on the back of his neck. Donan clenches his hands into fists in his lap.

"...Wanderer... What happened to you?" Donan reaches and gently places his hand on the necromancer's shoulder. He flinches, but doesn't pull away. He glares at Donan, but the man meets his eyes evenly back.

Donan seems to be considering his next move. Almost like a young boy eagerly expecting to find a small hind on his hunt and running into a great hart who has no intention of being shot.

But this hart trusts that will not be shot, and he will not run, either. The wanderer rolled his shoulder, shrugging off the hand.

"We were terrible people. Isolated from the world on an island south of Hawezar. I thought I loved what We were. We took trips to the mainland to get corpses for Our craft. They weren't dead when We got there." His hands ball into fists in his lap.

"...you were an instrument in the Death Song..." Donan's voice is barely a whisper.

The wanderer tilted his head, "Is that what your name is for who We were?"

Donan scowls softly, "Well, it's what we heard from travellers who came from the south. What do you mean, were?"

"How long ago was the last time you heard a story about Us? I imagine We'll become nothing but a fairy tale to children before too long."

Donan frowns, "So... They're gone?"

"Yes. We're gone. For the most part."

Silence. The wanderer just stares at Donan, waiting for the next word.

"...What did you do?" A look of concern and caution crosses the man's face.

"I think you've already guessed the answer. Why do you think I travelled so far north? Why do you think Mephisto haunts me?"

"Answer the question, wanderer."

"I killed them." Tension hangs like a heavy stone in the air, "Say what you want about it. Yell, storm out, threaten me." The wanderer looks back at the lake.

A slow sigh, "No, I don't think I will." Donan's hand reaches to take one of his hands, and the necromancer realizes he's bleeding from his own nails, "I know you, wanderer. Whatever they did to you to push you to such a point. You still consider yourself one of them, even after killing them."

His shoulders fall. He pulls his eyes away from Donan carefully wiping the wound off with a cloth. And he decides to speak again, "I'd been a bad omen since birth. White hair. Pale eyes. And they treated me like it, only barely a part of the Whole, no matter how hard I worked, how many I killed. They only gave me a name when I was bathed in the blood of someone I loved." There is more to it. But he can barely conjure the words to speak it, "My mentor cursed me and stripped me of my name with her dying breaths. Probably the best thing she ever did for me."

Quiet, again. He glances to Donan and sees the man deep in thought as he wraps his palm. It stretches out for a while. The wanderer simmering slowly in his own head as the water below gently splashes onto the shore and stones.

"So why do you feel so strongly about Rathma? Why are you still a necromancer?"

"My craft is Mine, not Ours." He snaps, yanking his hand back and his lips peeling back from a snarl, "Made for One, not the Whole. I am a necromancer because that is who I am. My people may have shown me the path, but that's the only part they play."

A hum. He suspects Donan is confused, by what he doesn't know. It's clear to him, but Donan doesn't press on whatever it is.

"And what about Rathma?" He motions to the lake. The Necropolis beyond, "Your people told you everything was his command, didn't they?"

"Yes. And for a while, I hated him as much as I hated the Whole." The wanderer leaned against rubble nearby, looking down at his hand and finishing the wrapping himself. "And then I sought to learn more of my craft, beginning to struggle on my own. I read his teachings in the wider world, and I began to question what I had been taught."

The binding tight, he let his hands fall back down.

"First to learn he was a flesh and blood being? And not a serpent at all, but that he looks as human as you or I. And then to read his teachings and find that the Balance I had been taught was twisted." He shakes his head. He reaches into his pouch and pulls out a beaten up book; his journal. It's scarred and stained with who knows what all.

"I don't see him as a god, I don't worship him. He was a person. A teacher."

His fingers flip open the pages and his eyes flick between each one. And then he stops. The page he'd written after returning from the city of dead. There, delicately sketched, is Rathma's face.

"Almost every word I was told about him as a child was wrong. Coming here, suddenly being thrust with the realization that I could possibly even meet him. Only to find him dead. Killed by Inarius with his own weapon." A shaky breath.

"In a way, I guess I am devoted to him. But as one is devoted to a loved one, not an angel nor a demon."

Donan has been quiet for a while now. The wanderer snaps his journal shut.

"I hope you're satisfied now."

Donan still doesn't answer. After a second, the wanderer looks over his shoulder, almost wondering if the man had snuck out at some point. But no, he's still there.

"You've been through a lot, haven't you, wanderer?" Donan hums softly, "I can see why you aren't eager to let Neyrelle try and think of a new name for you."

"I am happy being a simple wanderer."

"Perhaps I'll have a word with her in private, ask her to stop."

"You don't have to--"

"No, I think it's only right." He stands up, then pauses. He wants to say something... But it escapes him, "We have to make for Hawezar soon, though. I don't want to rush your meal, but we're ready to leave when you are."

The wanderer stares at the Black Lake, but nods and begins to pack up, "I was nearly done anyway. Go on ahead, I'll meet you there."

[allthelittlecreepycrawlies]

Nie-Centric Ideas, Part One

Nie Huaisang becomes immortal by unknown means to see his brother's soul safely back into reincarnation. Though he hasn't forgiven Jin Guangyao he figures karma can take over from here and releases him too.

The world is changing. The number of ghosts and monsters to be fought is declining, and the sects are becoming less needed. Everyone he knows has either passed back into the cycle or gone to explore.

He has other plans. He knows that if he doesn't stop himself, he will search endlessly for his brother's reincarnations, and Da-ge deserves better than to be saddled with him ever again in any fashion. Moreover, with fewer ghosts and criminals to feed on, the sabers in the tombs are getting restless.

Since his ascension has only amplified the resentment within him, it's easy to kill two birds with one stone. Sealed away in the tomb by his own doing, he sleeps, and the sabers sleep with him, their spirits quietly fading away one by one from the effects of the arrays he painstakingly painted on stone and cloth and flesh.

After hundreds of years, he and Baxia are the only ones left, still sleeping hidden away from a world that has entirely forgotten they ever existed.

Until someone breaks the seal.

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One of the basics of comic books is that time travel usually doesn't work because it doesn't fix the timeline you came from, it just splits off a new one. Imagine Nie Huaisang having this realization after several failed attempts and having a massive breakdown at the knowledge that he inadvertently created and condemned multiple versions of the brother he wanted to save. 

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Imagine that after the bonfire incident, Nie Mingjue knows he went too far, but he can't just say it. He can't let himself be that vulnerable when it already feels like everything's crashing in on him. The thought of replacing what was destroyed comes to him, but then he remembers Jin Guangyao making the same offer and he's angry all over again. 

But he can't just let this go, he hurt the most important person in the whole world to him.

And then three days after the funeral, a package arrives addressed to Nie Huaisang. It’s a full set of expensive pigments and the most beautifully made brushes he's ever seen.

Swamped in grief and his own guilt, he can't bring himself to use them. 

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Imagining post-canon in which Nie Huaisang is trapped in a Black Mercy-style spell that gives someone a dream of the life they'd always wanted in exchange for feeding off them. Just as the others (nebulous handwave as to who's there) are getting ready to try and break it, the spell shatters, overcome from the inside.

Someone, maybe Zizhen because none of the grownups want to talk about it, gently prodding a recovering Nie Huaisang as to how he got out on his own so easily.

He shrugs. "The spell was too outlandish. I figured out everything was fake almost immediately."

"Because... Chifeng-zun was alive?"

"Hm... no. No... that was at least plausible, if things had gone differently. No, it went too far by having me be married."

"To whom?"

"Doesn't matter. Even in an ideal world, it would have never been an option," he mutters dismissively, then has a servant escort Zizhen out.

Of course, Zizhen isn't just gonna let that go. Now he has a mystery to solve!

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Imagine that when Nie Mingjue is having really shitty near-deviation days, he has to seek out, not damaging, but just weird stimuli just to be sure his senses are still working. Like putting honey on a pork bun then dipping the whole thing in vinegar, just to see if he can still taste it.

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So many sad Nie Huaisang ideas involve him giving away or selling his birds...

...what about a horror variant where he's found eating them?

And he has no idea. Completely checked out from reality.

Trauma? Possession? No longer entirely human? So many options. 

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Nie Mingjue stress eats, Nie Huaisang stress cooks, but their idea of stress food is diametrically opposed so Nie Huaisang ends up having to give away all his hard effort (not that their friends mind at ALL) because Da-ge won't eat anything but raw veggies! The nerve!

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Happy ending Orpheus and Eurydice-style story where after several reincarnations, Nie Mingjue starts getting his memories back and realizes that, since the more impact a person has on your life, the more likely you are to meet them again, and yet he has never seen his brother since that first life, Nie Huaisang must not be reincarnating. So he decides that either through magical means or just straight taking his own life, he's going to find his brother and pull him back into the reincarnation cycle.

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In a timeline where Jin Guangyao kills Nie Huaisang either because he caught on to the revenge plan or for some other political reason, it proves to be a huge mistake.

Because their mutual hatred of him caused the Nies' souls to be tethered in death and vengeful ghost!Nie Huaisang was able to find his da-ge's pieces much quicker than he ever would have been able to while living.

Now Jin Guangyao has two monsters out for his blood.

[kiatheinsomniac]

Hiiiiiii, can I request some Yandere Ezio Headcanons please?

You absolutely can!!

Alright so Ezio has lost a lot in his life, we know this

If the way he treated Claudia and Maria following his family's execution is anything to go off, he's very protective of you and won't let you put yourself in harm's way.

So: if you meet him before becoming an Assassin, he won't let you join the Brotherhood and if you meet him once you're an Assassin, he'll do everything in his power to convince you to leave and settle down somewhere safe and peaceful.

He'd rather be away from you and know that you're safe than keep you around but know you're in danger near him.

And perhaps he's able to convince you to settle somewhere safe outside of Firenze or Roma, that makes things easier for the both of you.

But if you insist on being an Assassin...

He's not against using force to keep you away from what he deems dangerous. If that means locking you up in one of the hidden tombs with him being your only provider and link to the outside world then so be it.

It's easy to hate him at first but it becomes harder and harder the lonelier you get.

It hurts him to know that you've come to hate him for cooping you up like this but he'd rather you live to hate him then die loving him as Cristina did.

He never once acts violently or cruelly towards you but he certainly isn't opposed to taking your freedom away.

"Amore mio, I am doing this to keep you safe, to protect you. Can you not see how much I love you?"

He brings you little gifts and you've come to decorate the tomb that you're living in and you can't help but feel a little too similar to your resting roommate: trapped in this 'safety net' Ezio has made for you, away from the living and cooped up with the dead where you don't belong.

Should you successfully escape, he won't stop until he finds you. He'll use to apple to figure out where you are if he must and that's when things really become dangerous.

If you are able to fall victim to the apple's effects, he'll abuse that power and use it to make you never want to leave him, hate him nor want to do anything that might put you in danger.

If not, he'll still use it to find you, no matter where you run.

He's like a predator stalking his prey and you're unable to evade him for long.

By the time he does catch you, he settles for keeping you in an Precursor Site instead: you'll never be able to escape with how secure they are and not a soul would know where to find you.

He makes it as homely as he can for you and it takes years to convince him to let you go out while being escorted by him and never one letting go of his hand.

You've given up on trying to escape him by then: you know no one else in the world after such a long time and you know that should you run again, he will always find you.

[gunkreads]

10 Characters, 10 Fandoms, 10 Tags

Tagged by @highladyluck (sorry I'm late! had a hand injury!)

Rules: choose 10 favorite characters from 10 different fandoms -- no double dipping! Then tag 10 5 friends or mutuals to complete the game as well.

I'm not sure about this one! Kind of hard, honestly. I'm deliberately trying to mix it up a little bit from the previous "top 10 characters" thing I did, but a lot of these are repeats.

Kvothe/Denna synthesis, Kingkiller Chronicle. Not cheating! Hear me out. These two characters are fairly standard and, though I hate to admit it, not particularly remarkable on their own--but they synthesize into something completely different. Together, they have a dynamic that neither of them can possibly have with any other character, effectively both modifying themselves into half of a completely different character to become part of a unique and separate whole. Give them potara earrings and see what happens. So my answer isn't Kvothe or Denna, or even Kvothe and Denna, but the space between them. Sorry for being a fucking sap; it's in my blood.

Kurosaki Ichigo, Bleach. Not sorry for this one. He's my Goku, my Naruto, my Inigo Montoya. My special teenage obsession. Sometimes, you're 15 and everything means more than the world to you and the only thing that'll keep you going is watching your favorite cartoon guy stand back up after getting killed.

Murtagh, Inheritance Cycle. Sorry for this one. Inheritance shaped my understanding of fantasy from the age of 4 and, in some ways, I'm glad it did--learning a genre from such a derivative story is kind of nice because it prepares you to see those tropes executed better in other, better-told stories. Murtagh was the first character I ever read who was a legitimate rival to the protagonist, actively fighting against the good guys while holding a strong bond to the protagonist, and that's still one of my favorite character tropes.

Bayle Domon, Wheel of Time. Look... it's hard to pick a favorite WoT character, especially because there are so many characters I love that are widely hated (Gawyn, Thom, Faile, Perrin, etc), but Bayle is my BOY. He's my fucking GUY. He'd be the protagonist of a smaller story. He's just always fucking there, by a combination of ta'veren bullshit and his own baked-in need to trade/smuggle wherever the action is. A physically large, narratively small man who sets his elbows firm and keeps his space in the story. One of my all-time favorite "everyman" characters.

Cassius au Bellona, Red Rising. He's just Gawyn Trakand 2.0. Come on. You could've seen this coming. God's specialist little boy who doesn't know how to stop fucking up. Yeah, yeah, I'll watch Green Knight someday.

Jackie Welles, Cyberpunk 2077. Best friend a guy could ask for. Don't even talk to me about this. I've played through this game 3 times and it hit me just as hard in both replays.

Kaioh Retsu, Grappler Baki. Baddest motherfucker on the planet. Class out the ass. My favorite over-the-top "martial arts is the best thing ever" character, managing to beat out the rest of the cast of THE premier "martial arts is the best thing ever" manga.

Amos Burton, The Expanse. What's going on with this guy? Well, nothing. He already told you everything there is to know. It's your fault for trying to look for hidden meaning where there isn't any.

Tain Shir, The Masquerade. Come on, dude. Come on.

Camilla Hect, The Locked Tomb. Come on, dude. Come on.

I'll tag @pillowfriendly @briannysey @coffeefirst-thenspacepirates @iliiuan @ofdarklands

[bean-in-dice]

Journey to Love Thoughts

Ep 1

1. That's some pretty nice camera work. Knows exactly where to put emphasis on and stylistically so but not overdo it and rely overly on slo mo (ahem like in MJTY. This is NOT a hate on MJTY btw, don't come after me lol). The lighting and coloring isn't exactly complimentary to the level of camera work (I liked the cinematography in League of Nobleman) in my opinion but it's quite good comparer to most costumes dramas.

2. Ooh Dou Cheng from The Lost Tomb! Hii

3. Music is already very beautiful. Just first 10 mins and there's a track inspired by actual historical Chinese tunes?? Wow I hope they release the full version soon.

4. 1. Wow I really like the Spy girl group. This is exactly what I wanted MJTY Spies to be. It's such a pity to have a badass female assassin to go all "Oh no I don't really mean to be bad, I have this tragic backstory and I'm trapped here, romance will save me!" Like girl sure, you can be a good person but you still need to have a convincing performance if you want to function in your ranks and also your character needs to show the results of your cutthroat upbringing. The only thing worse than that is when fans excuse this as "but that's because censorship and there cannot be any openly ruthless main leads" and I'm like ????? No? That's just wimpy writing?

4. 2. The setup and characters are convincing. They aren't pretentiously mysterious but with 50% amount SLAY and 50% rational. The costumes, world building... all sound legit even if this is not a real historical drama. Way too many period dramas use "but it's imaginary!" excuse to write absolutely over the top and ridiculous universes (This was the problem I felt about Kunning Palace from as early on as first 15 mins, and from what I hear it got worse?)

5. Chen Duling hi again girl you are going to occupy a place in "Most Watched Actresses of The Year" category in my Mydramalist 2023 wrapped for sure😂

Also your neck looks hella weighed down by that updo, you are holding it so stiff.

And hiii cat boy from Reset!

6. The info dumping is not done in an in-your-face way, nor are information deliberately hidden. The story gives you hints and maximizes visual storytelling and spell things out *just* enough. That's very respectful to the audience's intelligence.

Liudao Hall- Detective Organization

-Three Virtue Paths (Calvaries)-

Heaven path: In charge of Royal security

Human path: Monitors the officials

Asura path: Works on prostitution (uhh I think what they mean is like not observing from the "outside" like the prev two but the detectives in disguise placed among the entertainers?) Very cool that they are not prudes and this path is among the Virtue paths😌

-Three Evil Paths (Scouts)-

Hungry Ghost Path: Trap masters

Animal Path: Spies (Uh what, Isn't that more or less the same as Virtue path?)

Hell Path: Assassins Intellect gathering from Prisons aka good stuff like torture

(I still have SO many questions but thanks for the exposition fairy)

7. The pacing is very good and even. There was never a boring moment, I haven't seen something NOT in 2x for so long.

[deadletterpoets]

What are your favourite 5 video games?

First off thank you so much for the question, as far as I can tell I don't think I've ever actually shared my fav video games on here.

This is in no particular order and will only include games I have beaten (so no Baldur's Gate 3 lol and I'll admit to cheating a bit by doing franchise for most instead of just choosing one lol):

The Last of Us Franchise - I absolutely love these games. I am someone that actually thinks Part 2 is better than part 1, not completely Part 1 story was tighter and more concise, but in terms of gameplay I thought Part 2 was so much better. I haven't played the Part 1 remake so idk how much of the gameplay was improved. But I consider Joel and especially Ellie some of the best characters in video games. And Abby gets too much hate. Joel can go around and kill a ton of people, but when one of those ppl comes after Joel suddenly it's a problem? Consequences.

Kingdom Hearts franchise - The first Kingdom Hearts is the video game that turned me into a true gamer I like to say. I played all the games when they came out and I always love them even as the story continually gets so complicated I gotta use youtube vids to tell me exactly what is going on haha

Mass Effect Original trilogy - If I had to choose an all time fav game it would probably be the original trilogy. This was my first Bioware game and the first game that I truly felt I was making real choices in the narrative and it blew my mind. And IMO Mass Effect 2 is truly one of the greatest games of all time. Won't go too much into my opinion on ME3, but in terms of the journey throughout 3 it was a SciFi war game and that was fun to play. This franchise reinvented itself with each game and that was cool. I really hope Bioware is able to make another one.

Horizon Franchise - Zero Dawn and Forbidden West are not underrated or undiscovered gems cause they are definitely well known games that have sold well and been received well. But the way they are talked about in gaming circles is so weird that they often feel like underappreciated games for sure. Aloy is one of the best protags in video games and the open world does what so many ppl want from open world games. Especially Forbidden West with a world that feels alive, side quest that are more than just fetch quest (though of course those still exist too) and awesome DLC story set after the main story. But the game gets getting released near bigger more popular games so it doesn't get the attention it deserves, and then too much of the attention these days is still just on "Aloy isn't a model with a perfect face." Idiots.

Assassin's Creed Odyssey - Okay now this one is probably controversial in AC fandom, but while I don't think this is the best AC game (that's still ACII imo) this is the game that I had the most fun playing and Kassandra is best girl. This is the game that got me back into the AC franchise after I stopped buying after I beat ACII. The world was so huge but I found so much to do and had to much fun and other than Cyberpunk 2077 I think this is the game I've put the most time playing cause I just love the world and characters so much. Also the combat in this to me was incredible. I absolutely loved the skills and despite what ppl say you absolutely can be a full assassin in this, it's just not with a hidden blade. At least I was able to take out full forts without being detected plenty of times once I had the right skills to do so.

Honorable mentions (Won't go into detail with these, but they deserve to be known as well):

Cyberpunk 2077

Hellblade: Senua's Sacrifice

Dead Island 2

Far Cry 6

The Outer Worlds

The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt

God of War franchise (PS4/PS5 games)

Kena: Bridge of Spirits

A Plague Tale: Innocence

FF7 Remake

Tomb Raider Franchise (Reboot)

And that's about it. Thank you!

[evediaphoenix1123]

I love Trollhunters and it's saga (not movie tho don't like it) but I'll admit I honestly saw Wizards being different?

Like I knew it would probably have time travel, but part of me hoped it wasn't gonna include that. Like part of me thought it was gonna be a telling of a Future Camelot that's been frozen in time ever since the Kilahead Bridge war-

So after talking to @casualdreamworksenjoyer the both of us put our minds together to create the Time Capsule au. This is the first au I've posted on Tumblr and I plan to release others (I am just a bit scared of posting sometimes).

The au is still under development, I've got a good saying on past timeline but I'm working on current timeline events ! I've got ideas on how I really want it but it's still a process.

( The pictures are made by the picrew Gentleman of Hera and Lady of Hera)

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What started out as a normal working night for Douxie is suddenly shattered when he is suddenly attacked by a man in Green Knight armor. Suddenly he finds himself saved by Merlin and brought to new Trollmarket. Once he gets there Merlin informs him of the recent attack of the Arcane Order to New Trollmarket. With these violent attacks, Merlin realizes the Order is trying to capture them to find Camelot again.

Douxie, Merlin, and the Trollhunter gang travel to the hidden land of Canelot and discover the kingdom has been frozen in time and still ruled by King Arthur. Camelot will test everyone, from hidden history to betrayal of allies. The risks will test everyone and lives will be in danger.

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╗Camelot history╔

The kingdom of Camelot was at its prime, full of promise. It was advanced for its century, full of magic and the newest invention. It was ruled by King Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table. But one day everything started to fall apart one by one. So many events happened at the same time, it was hard to really figure out which one was the fall of Camelot. Still, even most of the true stories that caused Camelot to be known today were burned by the King and Knights themselves to hide the sins. What the public knows is that Morgana betrayal, Sir Modred attempted assassination, the war of Kilahead, and the Order led to the dark years that almost wiped out the lives of Camelot. Even so, King Arthur held his head up high, siding with powers of magical beings they made a shield to Camelot that held them in time and held them hidden from the world. Even so the Order is still trying to get inside for something that was buried in the walls.

Douxie had been outside the gates when Camelot was locked away, he had been taking Merlin to his tomb. When he returned he was greeted with nothing so he assumed Camelot was destroyed. So he moved on trying to live his life through grief, so to say he is angry about Camelot actually being around still and no one telling him is an understatement. Still he will find out hidden truth about his true legacy, truths that where buried.

King Arthur is mostly silent, tired from everything he has went through. He has lost his sister and a few friends but he is determined to keep his kingdom healthy and to find the traitor along his ranks. He is still hiding secrets among secrets about his past, only Gwendolyn knows them.

╔The Knights of the Round Table╗

Sir Lancelot - Arthur right-hand man. The leader of the gang. He is Arthur most trusted ally. He is boastful and strongest, even though he keeps himself held high there easy to tell he is hiding something. Maybe it's secretly feeling of hate.

Sir Galahad - Another close knight to Arthur but is Merlin friend. Knows Merlin secrets. He doesn't differ much from the cannon Galahad in the show.

Sir Dodinel - A knight with the mysterious ability to tame any birds. His violent behavior scares anyone nearby and he loves to scare people. Even though he loves to scare, he does his job. He isn't scared to spill blood for the castle of Camelot, even if it is the blood of his own friends.

Sir Bedivere - A mysterious man, not much is known about him. He is as quick and strong like a snake. Even though he is considered scary by outside people, he is honestly a very sweet guy who tends to be awkward in social situations.

Fallen Sir Mordred - The Traitor tried to kill Arthur. He has been executed for his crimes. Even after death he still haunts Arthur. Even though he isn't talked about much, he was a good friend to the people. Even though he could sometimes be standoffs and cruel he was still someone dear.

Fallen Lady Morgause - Mordred sister. She was sealed away secretly, Arthur couldn't kill her. She still has many secrets hidden. She was like her twin, standoffs and cruel, but she held loyalty to her brother even when he threatened Arthur.

Sir Lucan - the Butler who can kick anyone butt, he is serious about Order and clean stuff. He stays mostly quiet and cares for King Arthur and guests.

Sir Galeschin - Arthur long lost relative who stuck up. Always known to bully Douxie to no end, due to his royal connections he takes everything way too seriously and will try to use his title against you.

Lady Flonesse - One of the strongest woman to ever exist, she was said to have faced an army of trolls by herself. She was married to Morgana, to say she still hurt by everything is an understatement. Even though she doesn't talk much about it anymore she still got some hidden truths

Sir Erec - Housewife knight. Loves his wife more then the job. He is still one of the greatest Knights around and is like the caretaker of everyone here. He is kinda like the Maes Hughes of Trollhunters.

More to come soon

[talesofsonicasura]

Until Death AU

A little Legend of Zelda AU revolving around Breath of the Wild's Link. This sorta stems from a little update in a fandom I'm in and I can't get it out of my head. There will be some elements to a famous tale called Hachikō.

Before Hyrule would fall alongside it's heroes, one particular Hylian knight had a very loyal companion. A brave dog who fought tooth and nail for their master's sake. One who stood by their Champion until the fateful bitter end.

Yet, it wasn't the last time they would see each other. As Wild healed within the Shrine of Resurrection his loyal dog never left. Though their form greatly changed since then. So when Link finally woke up, he found a peculiar purple candle beside his tomb and a ghostly yet very familiar dog with that very candle attached to its head.

Yeah, Greavard got me and the game the pooch debuts in isn't even out yet! (Plus they remind of a dog I used to have as a child.) This is going to be the only Pokemon reference as Wild's dog didn't start out a Pokemon. It just became something similar after death. Plus Wild deserves a constant companion that nearly all of the Links' have on their journey.

Now his Greavard, Shaggy, shares the same characteristics as the actual Pokemon but he can't drain Link's life force. Instead both of them have a symbiotic bond. Any energy Shaggy absorbs can be shared with his owner. In return, Wild helps manage Greavard's life force absorption. Meaning the Pokemon won't accidentally suck the life out of someone nearby anymore.

As they journey across Hyrule, Shaggy and Wild will uncover new abilities but also hidden changes that happened to them. Their unbreakable bond only become stronger as they face the terror but also beauty of the new world before them. Plus our feral child finally has a cuddle buddy.

Fun fact, Greavard's special ability is Pickup which can summed to as said Pokemon picks up an item overtime. Perfect for antics. Like imagine Wild is walking around only for Shaggy to happily come back with a Great Frostblade or a (stolen) Savage Lynel Sword.

Also it would be hilarious that Wild ends up meeting the Chain cause his ghost pupper stole something from them. That or Shaggy snagged Four since the hero is so colorful. Like they go searching for the Champion only for a ghost doggo to inexplicably help via 'kidnapping'.

That's all I have for now! Here's the page to Greavard if you guys are interested! Until next time folks, I'll see you back at Hyrule.

[unecoccinellenoire]

Beloved

Nathalie had loved adventure books when she was young. She'd lost herself in daydreams of pirates buried treasure, or the secrets of locked tombs. And though gold had lost its enchantment for her as she grew, there'd always been that draw to hidden secrets, buried remnants of civilisations.

Once she'd thought to take her escapist fantasies and make a career of it. To travel around the world excavating the past. It hadn't all been castles on clouds. She'd been good at research. Everyone had said so at university.

But life didn't work out that way and Nathalie had languished in jobs where she made just-enough-to-get-by until it happened that apparently diligence, organisation, and a knack for languages made for a good executive assistant.

And then the Agrestes had given her the chance to travel searching the world for lost artefacts after all.

Now she lives in a house with its own secret buried far below. Its heart kept hidden from the world. Its most treasured member held secret and safe.

Nathalie doesn't go down to see Emilie without Gabriel. It seems...wrong. Emilie isn't the other half of her heart.

Besides she has no idea what she'd go down to say to Emilie. Any apologies she could offer for not having saved her yet would be pointless. Meaningless words falling on perfect unhearing ears.

Any accusations she could fling for leaving them like this, for abandoning her husband and son, for entangling Gabriel so tightly in her stings that he doesn't know how to live without her direction, would be equally so.

But sometimes when Nathalie is alone in the Atelier. When Gabriel is below talking to his lost wife. When Adrien is at school forging friendships to fill the sudden void left by his absent mother's love. She does look at that golden representation of a person so adored, so precious, that the portrait doesn't even feel like an extravagance the way it would for anyone else. Emilie was always made to be worshipped.

The words hover on the edge of her lips;

"What's it like to be so beloved?"

Nathalie is treasured too it's true. More since Emilie's loss though they all pretend that's not the case. But she's treasured for her use, for what she can do. It's more than she's ever had. But it's not love either.

But she never disturbs the still air with her wonderings.

It's not like the painting could respond anyway.