#my rage has once again been awakened

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Zuko and Katara Won't Enable Each Other

Disclaimer: If you've read my stance on healthy couples in fiction, you know I'm not gonna care if they would, in fact, enable each other. Flaws & struggles are realistic and have a place in fiction. However, I do disagree with this sentiment and generally love to talk about Zuko and Katara's dynamic. So, here I am.

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One of the most common protests to Zuko and Katara as a pairing is the following:

Zuko and Katara are both prone to anger and making emotion-driven decisions. They must never be together, or they'll enable each other's worst tendencies.

One things needs to be clear. When making an argument it is with utmost importance to cite the text. Textual evidence is the proof one doesn't make things up to push their view. Without it, the argument becomes worthless words with no grounds in reality. So, what textual evidence do those who make the argument above cite?

In The Southern Raiders, Katara was going to murder her mother's killer. Such act would weight heavy on someone like her. It's an impulsive and dangerous decision. But Zuko didn't try to stop it, he was enabling that fury.

I've already discussed The Southern Raiders in-depth in its own post, so I won't repeat myself much here. On the post I explain that The Southern Raiders dealt with anger that Katara has been harboring since she was eight, it dealt with her deepest trauma. And by the end of the episode, Katara is changed by the experience, and Zuko admits to have been wrong and grows.

Therefore, The Southern Raiders is an outlier and would not repeat itself under normal circumstances. It is not textual evidence for Zuko and Katara enabling each other in a future romantic relationship. Thus, the argument has no textual evidence and can be disragarded.

If their dynamic is healthy, not enabling, shouldn't there be textual evidence to suggest this?

Not necessarily, since we didn't have much time with Zuko and Katara as friends. Additionally, the burden of proof is placed on those who make the claim. However, I did manage to gather some textual evidence that their dynamic already isn't what people describe it to be in canon.

Exhibit A: Sozin's Comet, Part 1: The Phoenix King

Here, Katara was already rightfully pissed off at A\ang for avoiding what, at the time, seemed to be his duty as the Avatar. She was going to angrily chase him, but Zuko rationally explained to her why he doesn't think it's a good idea. And she understood and calmed down.

Zuko doesn't enable Katara's rage and Katara doesn't keep pushing once she's offered a logical solution. They made a rational decision when it was the easiest to get even rightfully angry.

Exhibit B: Sozin's Comet, Part 2: The Old Masters

A\ang left them in the worst possible time. Katara already has abandonment issues (see: The Awakening), and the force he was supposed to fight is Zuko's abusive father. But they know they have to keep calm and track him down.

If they were controlled by their emotions together, we would see them get worked up. But we don't. Katara and Zuko once again made a rational decision.

Exhibit C: Sozin's Comet, Part 3: Into the Inferno

Zuko accepting Azula's offer to an Agni Kai could easily be seen as irrational. He would want to prove he can beat her. But when Katara thinks Zuko is making an emotion-based decision, she calls him out.

And even insists on it.

And then Zuko reveals that he did think clearly all along, and had a logical reasoning:

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In conclusion, the argument that Zuko and Katara would enable each other has no textual evidence. Time and time again they are proven able to make rational decisions without enabling each other's emotions. Thank you for reading.

[ghcstao3]

marine biologist au :)

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Soap almost misses the call from Price one unsuspecting three AM, but he wakes up in the nick of time.

He barely has his eyes open to press answer, squinting into darkness as he mumbles out some greeting before waiting to learn why in the world Price is calling him at this time.

“They’ve finally hatched,” Price tells him. And before the cogs in Soap’s head can start turning, Price clarifies, “The turtles, Soap. They’re finally out. Get your arse out here.”

It’s such an announcement that kicks Soap’s brain into a hard reboot, and suddenly he’s flying out of bed and running for his car keys, barely caring that he’s still in his pyjamas as he speeds down the road at this godawful hour. He doesn’t remember when Price or he had hung up, just knows he needs to get to the beach, and now.

The team had had their eyes on a particular bale of sea turtles since they’d laid their eggs, and had waited for so long for the hatching with continuous efforts to make sure all would go perfectly undisturbed. He couldn’t afford to miss this.

And it seems, arriving to the spot, that other scientists had a similar idea. That, or Price had called them, too.

Soap finds the man with just a bit of difficulty between the silhouettes of the small group standing a ways from little black specks crawling through the sand. He claps Price on the shoulder, whispering his excitement as his eyes adjust to the bright moonlight.

“Incredible,” Soap murmurs. He hasn’t felt wonder like this in ages, even if this isn’t the first time he’s witnessed such an event.

There’s just something so special about it.

“I’ll say,” Price whispers back, that same wistfulness.

Except… it’s not Price. Still tall and wide shoulders and rough voice, but… decidedly not Price.

Soap nearly jumps back, recoiling when he realizes he’s been hanging off a stranger’s shoulder in lieu of an old colleague’s. The stranger seems to realize the mistake without ever taking his eyes off the baby turtles, laughing quietly under his breath.

“I’m so sorry,” Soap says. “I thought—“

“Thought I was someone else?” The stranger replies, not unkindly. He angles his head just enough for Soap to catch the outline of his face in the silver glow of moonlight. “I think I can forgive you. We’re all half-asleep, anyway.”

Soap can feel a blush raging across his face, thankful for the cover of night to hide its tint. Even so, he ducks his head as the stranger goes back to watching the hatchlings. Soap takes the opportunity to do the same, though putting some distance between himself and the man, this time.

Eventually, though, their shared silence feels like too much with the hushed chattering of others surrounding them. Soap taps the man lightly on the shoulder and says, “My name’s John.”

“Simon,” Soap is told.

The quiet feels more comfortable, after that. And as time goes on and more and turtles make it out to sea, the other voices seem to die down as well.

It’s not until everyone is certain all of the hatchlings have made it that the group of scientists begin talking again, still quiet, but now above a whisper. Simon finally fully turns to face Soap, who thinks he may be experiencing his second bought of wonder that night, seeing Simon’s face in the dim light.

“It was nice meeting you.” Soap smiles softly up at Simon. “Do you think we’ll see each other again?”

Simon nods, shoving his hands in his pockets. Once glance tells Soap that he’d been rudely awakened as well, and somehow he finds comfort in it.

“I’m sure we will,” Simon says. “Especially since Price is in both our circles. You should probably go find him, by the way. Since—“

Soap groans, burying his face in his hands. “Please don’t remind me. I’m sorry again.”

Soap peeks through his fingers just as Simon grins at him, something almost bashful. “Don’t be. I liked your company. Have a good night, Johnny.”

Johnny.

Soap’s ears burn as Simon walks away. He sort of wishes a crater would open up in the sand and swallow him whole.

He should go find Price.

But… in a moment. Soap can reminisce on his brief encounter with Simon for just a few seconds longer.

[thescribeoflostmemories]

Day of devotion: Pride and Arrogance 

(late valentines day special)

Yan! Capitano x Wife! Reader

Tags: Pudding(smut), attempted arson, attempted murder, unhealthy relationships, Yandere, majority kinda fluff of sorts don't take it too seriously...

Minors DO NOT interact

"yeaaaah she's fucked."- Falaila

 

He's PISSED.

Here he is, at the dinner table, alone. Normally you'd be here for a few minutes late, but now with that thing occupying your waking moments. It has been more than two months since the day of charity that you've gotten the vexatious object!

"Has she gotten dressed yet?" Without looking at the maid next to him, she replied.

"No, Lord Harbinger Capitano. My Lady still requests to extend her time in bed." Exasperated, he stood up and began his day with another cold meal.

As of now, he needs to burn that thing and bury it in the backyard or better yet, just toss the ashes in the raging waters of Inazuma. But how to get your attention away from it for a good while?

At a sharp turn from his hallway, he couldn’t help but listen in to the conversation of two maids.

"Did he finally ask you out on the Day of devotion????" 

"more like I ask him out. But yeah, I got it in the bag!" 

"What is it this time? Skating? Picnicking-?"

"Uh, yeah totally not fishing, hahaha..." 

Capitano thought of an ingenious plan, but that will continue once he gets home after giving a notice he’ll be off for a certain day.

Presumably you're still in bed. So he kicked the door open and proudly announced.

"Dove, get dressed, we're going out." He tossed some clothes at your face once you sat up.

Looking a bit miffed, that your cuddling session was disturbed by him. Your hair is still in a mess, your eyes are a little unfocused while hugging the damnable life-size rodent that's native to Natlan. "But, I don't want to. Go find someone else." You said before looking at the clothes presented to you and noticed something odd about it.

"Where's the rest of it?" This sweater does little to no protection against the cold with the missing cloth at the back, and you need to wear a bra to go out.

"Just wear it." It's amazing how much guts he has to tell you this.

Your eye glanced from the sweater to him. “How much did you pay for it?”

“Business expense, don’t worry about it.” He huffed.

Dropping the scandalous sweater to the ground. "No thanks, no thank you, good night!" You pulled the sheets over your head and went back to sleep. Unfortunately for you, he got it all off in one forceful tug of his arm. Making you shiver from the sudden cold.

Getting off the bed and standing up, still wearing your cute pajamas, though he knows whenever you sleep back at warm deserts of-. 

"Hey! Its freezing cold here, especially if you live in the bum fuck of nowhere." his thoughts were snapped back when he heard you protest again.

Capitano sighed from his helmet, "Dove, you are my wife, at least go out with me once in a while.”

Crossing your arms, with a evidence of a frown present, "I'll go, as long as you let me sleep in a separate bedroom-"  

"Request denied." He immediately rejected you, he won’t let you out of his sight so long you’re bound with him.

"What, why?!" Now your hands curl into a fist and rest on your waist.

He started to give a reason, "What if someone were to attack you in your sleep and I wasn’t there?" That is a possibility given you are now connected to someone as powerful as Capitano himself.

"I'm a light-sleeper, I can take care of myself." You proclaimed.

He doubts that, since often or not, after the third month you've been having difficulty waking up as early as six. And besides, sleeping next to you has been the best time to get to know you better ironically…

"You wouldn't last too long alone in a room." Capitano knows because you've been cuddling and or laying on top of him like a house cat and scurry away once you awaken and complain he was the one occupying the space.

"I don’t know what you mean, you forget yourself." That phrase he said gave you terrible vibes and you don’t know why.

Now his options are getting exhausted,"Just get dressed please, I heard there is a new store that opened up that might interest you." 

"Yea- no." You shook your head once you heard him, knowing what might happen.

"what do you mean no?"

With a straight face you reminded him, "Remember the last time you dragged me out?"

"He deserved it." He defends himself. Another puff of air leaving your nose before cloaking yourself in the blanket.

"Capitano, he was just staring at nothing!” Another thing you were wondering, with how much you two buttheads he didn’t want to divorce.

"Guess that new bakery would have to wait…” That stopped your tracks.

“Alright, get out.” Not wanting to explain yourself as your hands now started to push him out of the room so you could get changed.

Bewildered, Capitiano gave you a confused stare as you struggled to even budge him from the spot.

Another dead stare aimed at him, "Do you want me to go with you or not?”

Wordlessly, he instantly complied. Knowing you're a person of your word.

Out of the Manor, it was hard to adjust even with a year worth of living in this ruthless snow.

Sister Franny from last time has invited Capitano and you to attend the day of devotion. The long table meant for sharing with others, musicians preparing the songs to be played.

And just like on the day of Charity, you are allowed to injure some of the participants to fight over chocolates and such.

Though you didn't join in for too long due to you being 'too in character' or whatever that means.

"Is it just me, or have Snezhnaya and Natlan swapped roles?" You address your thoughts out loud as your spouse's armor clinked against the pavement. Not wanting to make eye contact with him, though the red scarf that linked you to him proved to be quite troublesome to you as it nearly made you choke from the restriction and wide distance from each other.

"The head Priest Oliver had made arrangements for this particular festivity. He had hoped it would lean to more athletic couples to be included." He said, though he had pulled some strings to get the schedule as it is. It wasn't easy.

Your face scrunched up in dis-amusement, "You and I are not a thing." 

And yet that mental image from the last festival burned into Capitano’s mind. Though, you couldn't remember the scandalous deeds and words that you had given to him. He wouldn't mind if you would dress up a bit to his liking and act more proper around others.  He supposed this would have to be somewhat satisfactory, for now. Especially when you were so compliant if he mentioned any of your favorites.

The battle-hardened couple were frustrated at least in your perspective, to love someone who has taken you forcibly is one of the difficult things when it comes to the clash-oriented rules that were made.

You still remembered the ever bubbling volcanoes of your homeland, ironically. Capitano is the only thing that could ever remind you of who you once were, a proud child of Natlan.

Glancing up at the figure that towers over you, the eye felt noticeably irritating.

In turn you scratch it through the eyepatch, yet Capitano’s gloved hand grabs yours. “You’ll make it worse,”  He warns, leans a bit, pulling back the scarf that connects you both, making you gag.

“Eech-! Mind your own fucking business.” Visibly irked, you took back your arm from him and faced away to rub your eye. “This is your fault,” Technically it is, but at the sametime it isn’t? But hey you two were fighting, it was bound to happen. “Let’s just leave.” Grumbling while your hand seemed to respond to him when he tried to touch your shoulder, by rejecting his gesture.

“Can’t do that, Dove.” He replied with the same monotonous as if you were just another soldier in his eyes. 

“The dance is starting.” As if on cue he pulled you over to him and now noticing the thrills of the stringed instruments.

Giving him a glare before you both were pulled into the rather floral winter-like festival dance floor… And it was like a dumpster fire. You were bumping into nearly everyone there, accidentally or not stepping on your husband’s feet while you’re at it.

“Pah…” Vexed by the event, you tried to storm off though didn’t go too far due to the scarf that’s tied neatly to your neck.

You could tell his patience is wearing thin, yet something is stopping him from doing so…

“Let’s just stop this foolishness.” Voicing your jaded frustrations to him.

Oh, how he envies the figurative rose that was placed between your lips. Thorns that pressed against the gums of your teeth, yearning to swoop in to steal a kiss from you, he just couldn’t get enough of it!

All he gave is a resounding, “No.” 

No? No? No? no?  nonononononononononono-!

The first time you admitted defeat on your own terms, this was getting too much even for you. Everything felt so useless, you tried everything!  From poisoning his meals, sabotaging his weaponry, including earlier this morning when he asked you to pass the salt you threw a fork next to his head. To his surprise you still have near excellent accuracy. And that shit annoys you to no end with how he seems calm about the chaos around him when he’s with you.

“And who's going to stop me, tin-can?” You huffed, the warmth of your breath can be seen in the form of a puff.

All you got from him is a hum, before he tore away your frock from your body. The chills took an imminent effect on your unadjusted body, so you tried to take it back.

You two had strayed too far away from the event that the red scarf had loosen on your neck letting you have freedom to move around.

One step back, two steps onward. Feet pranced around, as the frock kept being stolen by each other yet this is no ordinary activity to sauntered. Some took notice of the heated tango that garnered.

Entranced, from their fist throws to the natural twirls of the lady that was caught in a sudden trust fall to gain her coat back and groom to catch and fight for the object.

“See, you can dance.” Capitano chuckles, he swears he could feel himself perspire under his garb. His heart set aflame, not an ember but a swirling magma that bubbles with desire.

One, and two, and three, turn around. The pace started to pick up, as you tried to charge at him but he gave you a boost to jump over him. His wound still aches from that first duel you and him had, just look at you two. Two clashing yet make the most harmonious shows!

He is already well aware that he's underneath your spell, so if you're smelling something. It is most likely his burning need for you.

It soon ended with him taking a swift tug at your arm to pull you in a sweet embrace. You could smell that hint of cologne he patted on his skin along with ink and sun.

You were on your tippy toes even though he leaned down to reach your height. His throat rumbled as he started to whisper soft incoherent words into your ear. In contrast to what he usually portrays himself, he is showing it to you. Your arms locked behind him, words began to have their conflict within you to how to respond to him.

Though what he didn’t expect or rather he should expect is you trying to set him on fire using his scarf and your electro vision. Of course, that wouldn’t end there…

So here you are sitting in a love seat in a hybrid hotel-cafe.. Thing, the malibu pink coated walls greeted them with red heart like designs. Looking around to see one person having a date with one of the teddy bears which is as big as Capitano while being surrounded by couples having their time… Happy day of devotion..? 

Once again, your (only) good eye rolled to see the man in armor who merely huffs. In his arm is a bag full of assorted chocolates that was given to him as compensation- well out of pity and the ruined scarf. And in another, holding your wrist like you’re a child trying to get away from him.

Capitano had left you at a table to get your order, it was boring just sitting on a love chair with a big bear next to you…

Hugging the stuffie gave you a bit of comfort. Though was disturbed again by the jealous bastard's cough.

Facing him, who has the order in his hands. "Enjoying that stuffie's company?" he sounded annoyed when he saw you in the arms of that toy.

"Pipe it, it's so boring in here." you whine before he handed you the cookies you wanted. To be honest you deserve cookies and sweet treats but, how did he know? You're sure as hell didn't do anything to him. Nor did you tell your personal maid about this fact.

Capitano, sat down next to you. With the bear right between you two.

It was awkward but you noticed that the filling in the sandwiched cookie was more or less quadruple in size compared to the normal ones you've seen and eaten.

taking a bite of it causes you to chew slower, the taste bewildered you. Looking at the menu that was over there at the sign that said ' Free Mega cookies for couples that ordered a room.', "The cream just overfilled my mouth… Do they really not have the regular or the double stuffed cookies?" You looked up at him.

"Sorry, they only have the Mega stuffed cookies." Capitano apologized before picking up the cup of coffee he bought for himself. Adding to your confusion, why is he drinking coffee so late in the afternoon.

Your thoughts dismissed it once you assumed he was just going to work at night once you two got home.

" I think I'm going to be sick if I finish the second one.." You said honestly as you ate the whole piece. This is definitely not good for you, it's making your stomach bubble out of fear? For what? Is it laced with poison?!

"Don't you dare spit it, I paid money for that cookie." He says, sure he paid for it.

Grumpily you still chewed on the next cookie, you could feel your taste buds hating you for it.

Soon a server came over with a different tray of cookies, a bottle and two already poured wine glasses.

"I didn't order any of these." Capitano says looking at the short waitress with long hair.

"Another customer has paid for you for this set." She replied

"By who?"

"your friend over there with that red hair." She stepped aside to show and pointed at the two people at a table waving at him to come over.

"I'll be back." Capitano says before leaving to go check on those two.

The waitress had already left to attend to other matters, so you took a peek at the wine glasses and noticed something, "That jerk, getting more than me…” and so you swapped drinks.

Your husband came back after your third mega cookie and took a sip of his beverage. He made a surprised hiccup "-e… excuse me..!" Adding an apology. You really think it's adorable- SHUT, You aren't falling for him!

"So this is the Tsundere cookie I've been hearing all about…" He says making the plate spin a bit.

"I want to play a game with you, dove. They say there's at least two spicy cookies hidden in fifteen others. If one of us gets the spicy cookie they lose." So a less dangerous version of a typical roulette.

Subconsciously, your mouth started to move on its own, "I'm not too good with spicy du- food- I said food!" You could feel him raising an eyebrow at you. Your cheeks became warm for a bit.

Taking a deep breath you faced him, "if you got the spicy cookie, and had a ring of fire in the bathroom. You have to let me have my own room." You naive little 'trophy wife' tried to joke and brush this off.

You couldn't believe he was going to be serious with this one time humor, " if you got one of the two cookies, you and I will have a little 'chat'." He prompts his arm at the table and leans his helmet on his palm.

"A chat?" You seem skeptical about this, especially the bad feeling you felt earlier.

"Has the chills of Snezhnaya gotten to your brain, woman?" His deep voice, and how he rolled his r's might be enough to make your brain go haywire.

Capitano had taken your silence and a nod as a yes before taking a cookie off the tray and ate it in one go. It was a safe cookie

It was your turn, taking one from the edge and taking a bite of it. The tiny cookie tasted sweet yet sour. It actually tasted pretty good that you picked one more for yourself and gave another to Capitano before eating yours.

Capitano did not hesitate to take the one you were giving to him, eating it. He made consecutive hums in curiosity.. 

"hmm?" You hummed at him as you took a bite of yours. "you say sum thin?"

He started to cough before he downed a whole wine glass in his hand.

You laughed in victory before popping in another cookie, "Ha! I won!" you said just as you took a bite and felt something off. That proud smile on your face had been wiped away and formed into pursed lips so you could try and deny Capitano of the new outcome.

"Swallow it, dove." He placed his hand on your shoulder, you're scared. Shaking your head 'no' afraid of what might happen.

Though in the end you did swallow the once sweet cookie that coated your taste buds in odd spice. Washing the taste away with the wine that was offered earlier. "Good." Feeling his patronizing smile through his words.

“You said you could handle a little bit of heat…” He let out a chortle as you glared at him.

After dinner, you couldn't help but be anxious now that Capitano had downed at least three glasses of wine while you only had one. 

So you tried to sneak away but he saw you. "Where are you going?"

"uh… the bathroom….?"  You stuttered, the married huntress. Not making eye contact with him as your vision seemed to spin a bit.

"Then let me accompany you." He offered, standing up.

"No thanks!" Immediately you tried to get away from him.

The armor wearing man pulled you closer to him that you were sitting on his lap. Arms hold you gently in an embrace as you squirm letting the bear fall on the ground, forgotten.

"Why are you so afraid like I'm going to eat you whole?" He doesn't sound sad, but this hug made you think otherwise.

Without thinking, you shrug off his hug and make a run for it upstairs.

"You can't hide from my love, dove." You could hear his calm steps closing in. Out of panic, you went into a room with the door that was open.

The room is as lavish as Capitano's master bedroom. You heard a click from behind and saw your husband locking the door closed.

"I told you, you couldn't get away from me." He repeated as he went over to you, towering your figure

"Meap …!” is all you could say as you surrendered to tonight's fate.

Meanwhile outside a little waitress had arrived at their door, giggling to herself as she added a do not disturb sign on the knob before walking away.

In the morning, you both had woken up late. Eating at the first floor with your husband who didn't seem to remember what happened.

"I thought you hate tea?” he asked curiously. Noticing that scent of tea leaf juice.

“... A waitress recommended it. And said I should drink it a few more times.” You lied, you just asked for a certain herb and sure enough it's just there.

Sighing to yourself, “I don’t have enough energy to deal with you right now and just stop staring, please?” knowing he has a lot of questions and you don't want to explain.

Thankfully he agreed, but you have to tell him one of these days and you dread it.

 R18 TIME MINORS DO NOT PROCEED!!!!

Back curving away from the mattress as Capitano kept your hips up against his face, feeling his wet muscle lapping up your labia. Occasionally, he enters either his finger or tongue which sends you in a spazzing sensation, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tries to push him off you.

You could feel your cheeks warming up as tears started to be produced from his act. Legs started to tremble and wanted to lean down on the bed. But earned a sharp sting on your buttcheek from doing so.

"Asshole…" You groaned from the impact from his hand.

He merely gave a hearty chuckle before pulling your thighs toward him, tugging you closer, making your hand grasp onto the pillow like your life depends on it.

" Where's…(hic). Where's all that tough talk from earlier, hmm? Getting all worked up for me." Even when he's drunk, he still manages to tease you.

Rough scarred hands made its way to your chest, kneading and groping you through the salacious suggestion of the dress he provided.

" You two-face son of a- ah!" Another lewd noise escapes your lips. Your hand that was on his head tried to push him away from you, though rendered useless as he drew out another orgasm from you making a mess that's pooling underneath.

"Rather cheeky coming from a slut like you." he had hovered over you. his vice-like grip still on your ankles.

"what are you-? Ow!" He pinned your legs next to your head.

Letting out a whine as he manhandles you to his liking. Your wet puffy cunt on display for him to view.

Twitching and writhing under his touch as he began to tease that little nub above your slit.

"Who knew I have such a whorish wife." he commented when he noticed your pussy flexing.

"You jerk, I hate you!" You could feel your cheeks getting warmer and your core aching for him. Even when you took a glance down at his lower half, you could see his member. Standing up and leaking with precum.

Eyes couldn't stop staring at a certain spot, heart thumping in excitement. " Getting a little presumptuous?" Feeling that shit-eating grin, you started to cuss at his face.

" You mother fuck-" Suddenly only using one hand to keep your legs still, his free hand coated with your juices shoved his two digits in your mouth.

"I only have so much patience for you, darling." His fingers started to toy around your tongue, making you have a taste of his handiwork.

'IS HE REALLY DRUNK?!' "mmmn…!?" Parting your lips open, he pressed the wet muscle.

"There you go… Let master help do the work for you." Eye narrowing at him as you shivered in pleasure. Glancing down at the lower regions, is him grinding on your entrance.

"You've been a real… naughty one, trying to set me on fire…" He's still pissed at that, yet only a twinkle of amusement remains present in his tone.

"You have to make it up to me, you know." He purred before teasing you with the tip of his member against your hole. 

Your eyes give a pleading stare, out of lust? Fear? You aren't so sure anymore.

"You're mine, dove… My sweet _____." He sighed lovingly as he gave a few more teasing thrusts before entering. Leaning so close that you clung to him for support. Tears fell down as you felt him brushing against your g-spot.

His hand let go of your mouth before his hands focus on holding your legs, occasionally groping your chest or nuzzling against your neck.

For this one night, you could just forget about being who you were, and just enjoy. At least that's what your mind seems to suggest.

Orgasm after another, he doesn't seem to get tired… you were truly at his mercy. And who knows, maybe this might happen again…

Soon enough, you were sure you might get knocked up after the first time he came inside. Might as well play into his game…

[starry-blue-echoes]

I had thoughts help.

So. Magical Girl AU. 2 ideas. First one is one I've touched upon very briefly before, but I love the idea of Weather's initial rage not simply being darkness but instead an overwhelming light, that relentlessly burns and destroys/ensnails anything near him. The darkness that overtook him actually calmed him, sealing that destructive light away. (Also maybe the dark was tied to Perla somehow idk.)

Then Pucci showed up and misread the situation completely. So now not only is Weather devoid of dark, he also is lacking in light as well, since that's still sealed away.

And when some light enters him again, and weakens that seal... well. Nobody liked what happened after that.

2nd idea: Perhaps those possessed by darkness look a little... off. Unless their modus operandi depends on going unnoticed, like Kira, they have some feature that twists their appearance, different for each person, and growing more pronounced the longer their body remains darkened. I imagine this would make the part 5 and 6 designs very interesting. :)

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

tbh, this AU is rotating really hard in my head and this is P E R F E C T

for the first part, I had an idea to both make it better and worse :>

so as I mentioned before, humans and most Earth Creatures in this are naturally born as beings of Light. However, what if while they can be corrupted by outside sources of Darkness, it's also somewhat..... natural, so to speak. Pain, fear, anger, even apathy, those feelings all make it a bit easier for Darkness to be inside them, but in healthy small amounts. Light meanwhile has more to do with emotions like happiness, determination, justice and can drive it back.........

so what if before his memories were taken, Weather completely gave into his newly unlocked Light. His Light that was once righteous and warm because burning and scalding, driving away the Darkness that would've been the balm to soothe his grief

Pucci (albeit accidentally and unintentionally) giving him this all powerful Light in the middle of his grief took away his ability to process his feelings and what had happened with Perla. These feelings toward tragedy are natural, healthy even, and necessary for the healing process. Instead, Weather got a bright, powerful but uncontrollable Light forced upon him that he didn't know how to use. He was a Magical Girl yes, and he wasn't necessarily a corrupted one, but that's simply because the Light burned too strong and bright to let it

The Light wanted justice, and in this case it was very close to vengeance. Perla was innocent and kind, and these people were hardly good. Perhaps they themselves were corrupted with Darkness, and Weather's own Light reacted to fight back, to protect, to try so desperately to keep him and what little he had left safe. The Light made him tunnel vision so much he didn't notice those getting caught in the crossfire nor the way his own body was slowly burning inside out. Didn't notice how his grief and anger and sadness where suddenly nonexistent beyond the desire to Do Good And Help By Getting Rid Of The Threat

Pucci awakening his power nearly spelt the end for Weather's life, had it gone for a few more hours

maybe that's also why Pucci brought him to Green Dolphin, hoping that the oppressive and constant Darkness will keep the seals firmly shut

this also raises the fun possibility of Jolyne And Co healing him not with Light like they usually have but with Darkness. Maybe Emporio could help here since he's been exposed to so much that it's basically a permanent part of him now, and in the process it helps balance himself out. They almost swap the excess power they have and finally get to be at peace

(also, I think for this bit I had a fun idea for the rain imagery. This whole time Weather is practically glowing, radiating Light constantly and the longer it goes one the more he begins to burn. His skin begins to crack in places, his eyes lighten to white, his hair begins to grow black at the tips and curl like it's been set on fire

((Actually hey what if Weather's hair is white because the overwhelming light from that one time basically bleached his hair))

but then....... when it's finally over. When they manage to douse the flames the overwhelming Light has brought, to give him Darkness to let him finally feel........ it gets cloudy and rains and finally Weather gets the chance to cry)

And shifting gears for the second idea, OF COURSE

Limbs and nails and teeth that are a bit too long or numerous, eyes that are a bit too vivid or have colored sclera, patches of skin that don't look quite right like instead they're scaled or leathery or just the completely wrong color, hair that seems to defy physics or sway in a nonexistent wind or not be completely made of hair at all, voices that have strange qualities and echoes to them, etc etc :)

Giorno and Emporio both grow up surrounded by those traits 24/7 and kinda got desensitized to it all. If anything, this is how people look and are supposed to be. To them, if someone looks normal they're an even bigger threat because that means either a) they're a trap and trying to get you to lower your guard and/or b) they're powerful enough to hide

[switchbladedreamz]

Silence

Requested?: no, just a quick blurb that's been in my drafts for awhile

Summary: Sy catches reader watching them work out

Warnings!: dub!con, smut.

'Luke Syverson. Some in my unit called him rage incarnate, sex on legs, death in cut off cargo pants. Everyone was terrified of him. And they admired him. We've all heard the stories of how he once took out 3 enemies in one shot. Like something out of a movie. But if you ask him he'll tell you to shut the fuck up. He's gruff. He's big. He's hotter than hell, it's a fact.'

He's doing pull ups, the sweat making his shirt stick to his hot skin and ride up just a few inches. Tease. His shirt outlines his abs and his muscles look like they were gonna rip his shirt at the seams. If only. A fire awakens. It spread through my entire body and awakened lust deep inside me.

"You starin' at somethin Private (L/n)?" I was jolted out of my thoughts by the commanding voice of the Captain. I rise into attention quickly, "Sir! No, sir!". I replied, hoping I wasn't blushing. The others in the workout area snickered. "At ease." I sit back down and go back to doing curls. Embarrassed and sweating from the heat and the workout I decide to go back to the barracks for a "shower". Sergeant Harper stops me outside the door before I can go in. "We've been invited to the Admiral's tent to discuss the new supplies drop and our work on the water line. Shower now, wheels up in 20". I nod and give him a quick okay and enter the bathroom. I grab the baby wipes and start scrubbing myself down the best I could. A knock echoes off the wooden door and I jump. The door opens before I can my shirt down. Captain Syverson, his large frame swallowing the door as he steps in and closes it behind him. I pull my shirt down as quick as I can and try to leave. He blocks off my path each time and has stopped staring at me since he walked in. "U-uhm." I mumble, trying to start a conversation. The Captain leans down, his face inches from mine. "You were starin' more than usual today darlin'." Red washes over my face as I open my mouth to deny it he swoops lower and kisses me. Tongue and all. His strong arms wrap around me and set me on the sink. He pushes his way between my legs and his hands on my ass. I buck my hips into his lap, he grunts and squeezes to an almost painful extent. He breaks from my mouth, his hot tongue dragging up my neck and nipping at my jawline. I let out a soft whimper. His hands run up my hips and to my waist, unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. His hands soft dig against the warm flesh of my hips as his fingers grab onto my underwear and my pants and swiftly pulled them to my ankles. I followed the same ministrations with his pants and pulled them down mid thigh. His fingers met with my slick heat and slowly pushed in two fingers. I bit down on his shoulder at the stretch. I pumped his cock up down, twisting my wrist and squeezing harder as I got to his base. He grunted and pulled my hand away and pulled his fingers back to line himself up with me. I stops and looks in my eyes, I nod back and sheaths himself fully inside me. He covers my mouth as I cry out. He pauses and i can feel his twitching cock. Every ridge and vein push and pull against me as he starts to thrust. The room fills with the sounds of sin, a knock sounds on the door again. "Finish up quickly or I'll leave without you" Harper's voice sounds through from the other side of the door. Sy doesnt stop and starts fucking me harder. His cock fills me so full I feel like I'm about to burst. Then I due burst. My eyes screw shut tight as the fire in me bursts and my legs tighten around my Captain. He grunts and I can feel his seed pour into me. He pulls out and pulls my pants mostly back up. I pant and stare at him wide eyed. He hushes me with an index finger over his lips then tucks himself back into his pants. He chuckles at the "what the fuck just happened" look on my face and walks out the door.

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

OH MY GOD I have a delicious angst idea concerning Immortal! FL and Soulmate AU (technically hurt comfort so even better)

Long after Legacy's soulmate has passed away, he still stares at the faded name written across his arm, longing for someone that cannot come back to him.

So when another name randomly pops up, centuries after his soulmate's death, he is livid at celestia. Are they trying to console an unholy creature plagued with immortality by giving him another soulmate? Really? It seems like a cruel joke. It seems like celestia is taunting him, giving him a stranger to replace the love of his life, like giving a kid a toy to distract them from throwing a tantrum. He doesn't like that. Oh, he doesn't like that, deep within grief even after so long.

So he isolates himself, deep within a place no mortal can reach. He never seeks them out. Not that name, nor the second, nor the following that pop up whenever the most recent one has turned gray and faded. He stares at his body, littered with names long gone unreadable under his armor, and he curses celestia.

It takes him a long time to realise that each name marked on his body is a reincarnation of his soulmate, endlessly searching for the same name written in abyssal script, seeking the figure that appears every time they close their eyes. It isn't until the nth reincarnation that they manage to venture into the abyss themselves without perishing.

And he finds the same face before him, vividly awakening memories he has stewed in by himself for nearly a millennium.

(Does he try to attack them, blinded by grief and rage at celestia still, thinking its another way to mock him? Does he stagger backwards, horrified with himself when you call out his name again in that same frightened tone usually reserved for fear? Does he cry out, cradling your injured body, trying to undo what he has done? Do they perish once again by his hand or do they survive?)

:)

ohhhghghhh you are EVIL for doing this to me. EVIL!!!!! but i loooooove it >:)

there's been a hole in your heart ever since you were born. that's not to say that you couldn't love- you can and will, with great effect; you adore all your friends and take great joy in making them happy. but there's this constant feeling of emptiness in your chest, like you lost something precious ages ago; it never goes away no matter what you do, and that's not even mentioning the name of your supposed soulmate on your arm, written in a language no one has seen and faded gray as dust. you've taken to covering it up when you're out and about, sick of the strangers who tut and give you pitying looks or suddenly begin spouting love advice when you've never even spoken to them. it's a nuisance- a painful, hollow nuisance of impossibility

your soulmate's name has done one good thing for you, though- driven your interest in lost languages and ruins, of the civilizations that came before. some folks tell you to stay away from such topics, that the knowledge was lost for a reason, and that it's really none of your business... but you've never been the type to leave a mystery unsolved. using the name scrawled across your arm as a reference, you find yourself venturing down, down, down, until you finally take the leap and descend beneath Teyvat. it becomes more and more difficult to breathe the deeper you go, the cold stars that appear on the cliffs and rock doing nothing to light your way in the slightest

you can barely even inhale, letting out a few dry coughs as you press your back against the wall, vision blurry. your senses flicker and break like glass- a rumbling growl, a flash of silver, and a sudden, high-pitched shriek- before everything goes black

it's the bright, shining sun that wakes you up, only to quickly squeeze your eyes shut again when you're blinded by its light. you're in a cave- a cave on the surface of Teyvat, and you can breathe again. your chest still aches and your limbs are still heavy, but at least your lungs are clear of whatever miasma that settled there. you hear a soft trill and tilt your head, letting out an alarmed squeak when you come face-to-face with a monster. it's from the Abyss, no doubt, an intimidating figure of armor and claws and twin horns, crimson and pointed... yet you don't feel afraid. after the momentary surprise leaves you, the creature feels almost familiar, hunching in on itself with quiet whines and chirps. slowly you reach out a hand, then stop as something flashes on your skin. your soulmate's name, one gray and faded, now shines a brilliant silver like the stars themselves

the beast beside you lets out a chitter when it sees the name, scooting closer and holding out its own arm, and there- there! written in elegant script, in the same silver shade, is your own name, glowing on top of countless other old scribbles that you can't even read

you look up at the monster, meeting its crystalline gaze, and your heart finally feels whole

[miguels-talons]

"return my son, or you may meet the god i was once"

i don't care that was the sickest, coldest line in the whole game. especially considering how hard kratos has been trying to put that all behind him. he doesn't WANT to devolve back into his younger self. he doesn't WANT to be the ghost of sparta again. gods know how much he hates that version of himself- we see how hard he fights to put it behind himself and how devestated he becomes after everytime some of it slips past the cracks of his carefully built wall.

HOWEVER

as soon as atreus is ever threatened, ever in danger... damn kratos will become a monster for his son. as he said to the ghost of athena in gow4:

"you are, and always will be, a monster."

"but i am your monster no longer."

already in that scene, he was getting the blades of chaos. something he never wanted to see or touch again. they symbolize everything about his past... but atreus was in danger, and he NEEDED those blades. to awaken the monster he once was... to be ATREUS'S monster

that's what the blades represent in these newer games. the fact that he carries and uses them for the rest of the story symbolizes that he is prepared to use them, use his anger if ATREUS needs him to

like when heimdall threatened to kill atreus, and kratos LOST IT. he didn't want to kill heimdall. he wanted to spare him, because he doesn't kill someone who is down anymore, and heimdall had been down. he wanted to spare heimdall, no matter how foolish or arrogant he was. but as soon as atreus's life was threatened all of that went out w the window and kratos reverted to that monster again. and this isn't even getting into everything he did and sacrificed for atreus in gow4. take the interactions with baldur or anytime atreus was in danger; those were the only parts in the STORY where kratos used his spartan rage. no other time- only when he was terrified for his son's life.

because he's willing to kill and destroy anything and everything for his son. he will REVERT to that time of his life if it means saving atreus.

[millenniumdueled]

Regrouping

(( rp from Discord with @redeyesandchilifries and @blueeyesking, formatted for easy reading! hopefully? ))

Yugi.

As the golden light disappears onto his chest, the Other Yugi feels that warm bloom through him, filling him with a pleasant feeling he'd almost forgotten. Though he's still in the crumbling remains of Dartz's temple, he feels home. Whole. Complete.

For just a moment, he disappears into his own soul, closing his eyes to meet his Partner inside their shared heart. And there he sees him. Yugi Mutou, his other half. With his sweet smile and soft eyes, and all the warmth of a summer morning. He reaches out to take the hands of his Other Self as his smile somehow grows even brighter. "i'm so happy to see you again," he says with both a chuckle and a sob. "I missed you so, so much. Partner, I-- I'm sorry…" Despite the tears that fall from his eyes, the Pharaoh smiles as he holds onto Yugi's hands. "shhhh, other me, what are you talking about? i'm so proud of you," Yugi says, with breathless adoration. Oh, how he wants to stay like this forever. To just hold his Partner and never let him go again. But as the raging waves shake the crumbling temple, the two are pulled out of their emotional reunion, and back to the reality, and urgency, of their situation. For the first time in weeks, Yugi opens his own eyes. It's a little disorienting, to occupy a physical body again after so long as nothing more than a trapped soul. But he wastes no time, blinking away the discomfort before rushing to the side of Kaiba and his friends on the temple floor.

Seto Kaiba

Seto groans as he raises his bruised body, touching the back of his head where it hit the stone floor, checking for blood. No… he's fine, just battered. He then notices Mokuba holding his arm, immediately taking all of his attention with more than a little alarm; Seto gently shakes his little brother's shoulder, yelling over the din of the temple's rumbling, "Mokuba. Mokuba! Are you alright?" The older Kaiba hardly notices or cares when Yugi runs over to everyone.

mokuba

Mokuba groans as his consciousness returns, but he doesn't immediately open his eyes. His head hurts. His body feels heavy. He feels his brother shift beside him and snuggles closer, almost forgetting where they are or the danger they'd been in, as his mind isn't quite awake yet. But the urgency in Seto's voice as he calls his name has Mokuba quickly sitting up in alarm. Instantly, he remembers the Duel, remembers watching the awful way Seto had twitched and writhed against the seal as Dartz had cast him out from it. "Nii-sama!!" he gasps, eyes wide as he looks up at his brother in shock and excitement. "you-- you're okay!!" He pulls his attention away from Seto, looking around at the others as Yugi goes to Téa and Tristan to check on those two. "does that mean-- did Yugi win? is it over???"

But Yugi glances over at the brothers' touching reunion, bites his lip, and shakes his head.

Seto Kaiba

Seto finally fixes his gaze on Yugi, after it had briefly, almost imperceptibly softened at Mokuba's awakening, again intense and disdainful. "What do you mean, Yugi."

yugi!

Once he helps his friends up and ensures they're okay, Yugi walks over to the Kaibas. "my other self beat dartz, but that didn't stop the leviathan. it… consumed dartz, instead. i guess it didn't matter which powerful soul it took…"

Seto Kaiba

He doesn't accept a hand up, but does help Mokuba up, himself. He dusts them both off with a few pats, fussing over his little brother a little. "…I see. Ironic, and fitting. But it's still been awakened, then. We gotta get out of here."

yugi!

Yugi smiles a little as he watches the brothers, especially Seto's rare display of caring. But he nods solemnly in agreement with his suggestion. "yup… but… we can't give up hope yet. we can still save everyone. we just need to regroup and-- see if joey's okay too." Téa's already motioning to the door to the chamber they're in. "So let's go!!" she urges

Joey

He. Is. RUNNING. From the moment he awoke in the helicopter, Joey knew what that meant. He just knew that Yugi was right there. And there was no man alive that was going to keep him apart one second longer. Toward the temple, up the steps, down the halls, right into the chamber. "OUTTA MY WAY!! YUGI!!!" He barrels straight for him, not even stopping once he reaches him. He roughly yanks Yugi up, spinning on the ball of his foot as he hugs him tight. "He did it!! You're here!! Ahaha, we're really back!!"

yugi!

As Yugi starts to lead the group out of the chamber, the sound of a familiar voice echoes down the stone halls and stops him dead in his tracks. The realization hits him after a second, and immediately his spirits seem to lift, a big smile growing on his face as his violet eyes go wide. And then, before he can react, he's swept off his feet. He can't help but to break into gleeful laughter, throwing his arms around the other man he's missed so, so much. "joey!!!" he cries, returning the gesture with the tightest squeeze he can. "i'm here-- you're here!!! i'm so glad you're okay, you have no idea--!!!"

Joey

"I should be sayin' that to you!" Joey laughs, spinning around once more for good measure. "Hey, don't leave us out!" Tristan teases, jogging over for a hug of his own and waving an arm for Téa to join in as well. The two got theirs, now it's group hug time!

yugi!

Yugi's all smiles as he's spun around by his excitable best friend again, feeling his Other Self chuckle at them from inside his heart as well. He's just about to remind them they still have work to do, but then Tristan comes running over with Téa at his side and well-- the world can wait for one more hug. "get over here guys!" yugi giggles, one arm around Joey and one outstretched invitingly. But as Tea wraps her arms around Yugi and Joey, Yugi keeps his arm open, violet eyes and friendly smile fixed on the loner brothers.

Seto Kaiba

Seto crosses his arms, but has a playful smirk on his face as he shakes his head. He intones to Mokuba, "We were so over, but now we're so back." He isn't actually sure if he's getting that song reference right; he doesn't care about pop music like Mokuba.

mokuba

Mokuba gives his brother a perplexed look, but just snickers and shouts a "yeah!!" in agreement. As he catches Yugi's fixated stare and gesture, he rolls his eyes. But he still smiles as he lumbers over with exaggerated objection, pulling Seto by the hand toward the group. "ohhhh my godddd you and your dumb friendship, the world is ENDING you NERDS," he complains loudly, though he slings an arm around Yugi in a side hug. Looks down and smirks a little and leans a bit too much weight on him, just really rubbing it in how much bigger he is than Yugi now. Get bullied, shortstuff.

Seto Kaiba

Seto refuses to join the hug. But he does put a hand on Yugi's shoulder, and an arm around his little brother. "We can celebrate after we get out of the crumbling temple, idiots.*

Joey

This is one of those small, brief moments that's going to stick in his mind forever, he thinks. Out loud, Joey cracks a joke. "Man, I just ran up all them steps!" Tristan gives him a playful jab as they disentangle. "A'right, a'right, let's vamoose!"

yugi!

Oh, Yugi will never forget this moment, and neither will his Other Half. Even Mokuba's antagonizing warms their heart. They both promise to hold onto his memory forever as they all separate….. "oh! one second!" Yugi pipes up one more time. He takes his deck from his DuelDisk to search for something, then holds out two cards. "now that you're both back…. i think you're gonna need these."

Seto Kaiba

Seto takes his Fang of Critias without much gratitude, but with care, after they all step back from Yugi. "We surely will. I hope you used my card well," he adds, with a sharp but somehow also lighthearted Look at the other Duelist.

Joey

Joey accepts his card back with a grin. It's more familiar this time, this weird feeling of being reunited with an old friend, but still stands out enough for him to Notice. "Thanks for takin' care of it for me, hope he helped! Okay, now let's not get crushed!!"

yugi!

Yugi's learned enough to pick up on the subtleties of Kaiba's expressions, and returns his Look with a sweet but knowing smile. "other me couldn't have done it without you," he affirms to Kaiba, then adds, "both of you. now--" "let's go already!!" Mokuba cuts him off, starting to race ahead the way they'd come before.

[tenshiharmonia]

The Fourth Piece

"Courage that is untempered by kindness risks eating itself forever. Wisdom that is untempered by kindness is no wisdom at all."

I recently played Tunic, and the above quote reminded me of something I wanted to write about for quite some time now, in regards to The Legend of Zelda. You see, I'm a big enjoyer of the "Tetraforce" theory. I guess the name is pretty self-explanatory, but for those who don't know, it's the belief that the Triforce as it is is incomplete, and that there is a fourth, missing piece, taking the shape of an inverted triangle meant to fill the hole in the middle of the sacred relic*.

Now, I'm fully aware that it will likely never be a thing in canon (I even heard that the theory has officially been addressed and refuted, but I never really checked the veracity of that statement, so make of it what you will), but hey, as far as my headcanons are concerned, it's quite a fun and interesting idea to toy with. :3 Of course, if you're a fan of the Zelda franchise, you probably know that a core aspect of its mythology is that each of the existing pieces of the Triforce corresponds to a certain quality. We have Power, Wisdom, and Courage, so the question is : what ideal would this hypothetical fourth fragment stand for ?

I think you see where this is going, but personally, my favourite take on the matter is that the lost piece would represent Kindness. This is definitely not an original idea, of course. As you may know, it initially comes from Majora's Mask, where four of the great fairies who inhabit the world are referred to as the Great Fairies of Power, Wisdom, Courage and - you guessed it - Kindness. So it already has some basis in the series' lore (even if the great fairies have technically nothing to do with the Triforce XD ), but most of all, I really like how well it complements the other three pieces. Kindness fosters harmony. It helps bring balance. For Courage and Wisdom don’t amount to anything without Kindness, as explained by the line I quoted earlier from Tunic. And Power will just set the world on fire without it. They need Kindness to temper them, but Kindness also needs them to help guide its efforts. Really, I love the dynamic it creates, if that makes any sense.

Alas, Kindness and its champion are missing from the world. But what would happen if they were to awaken ? Who knows, they might hold the key to putting an end to Demise’s curse, the curse that was born from wrath and hatred… On the other hand, the events and context that led the fourth fragment to be "missing" in the first place also make for an interesting topic. First of all, the existence of a fourth Triforce piece naturally implies the existence of a fourth deity, a deity who would be on a par with the Golden Goddesses and who would have also partaken in the creation of the world. But once again, what could have led to their contribution being erased from the legend ? I mean, considering the level of almightiness we are dealing with, it can reasonably be assumed that it could only have been the doing of the other three creators - or at least one of them -, but even then, it doesn’t tell us much. XD

Really, there are so many directions this story could take. I’m almost afraid of picking one ! So here is a bunch of mostly inconsequential details I was musing about instead. :p

First thing first, I should probably mention that I like to imagine this fourth deity as a god rather than a goddess. Don’t take it as a statement of any kind, I just like the immediate contrast it creates. XD (Also, I love the idea of Kindness being represented by a buff and burly - yet gentle and caring - man. :p )

I was also toying with the idea that he could be related somehow to the "Fierce Deity" whose power imbues the eponymous mask. Maybe it could be an incarnation of the rage he felt after getting erased from the world’s history. I don’t know, but it could be interesting…

Since Din, Nayru and Farore are respectively associated with Fire, Water and Wind, it’d be fitting for their "brother" to have an elemental attribute as well. And it just so happens that we are missing one of the four classical elements to have the complete set : Earth.

Which, based on the iconography of Minish Cap and the Four Swords games, means that his dedicated colour would likely be purple. (I was going to say yellow**, to match the aforementioned Great Fairy of Kindness (and because I kind of feel like it complements the other three better), but the colour is already associated with the Triforce as a whole, so it’d probably be redundant…)

As for his name, I’d like to base myself on Twilight Princess. Since three of the game’s four provinces are named after the golden goddesses, it’d make sence for the last one (which is apparently not considered a part of Hyrule) to reference the fourth deity, one of the few hints of his existence left in the world. That’s where it becomes a bit difficult, considering how vastly different the English name (Ordona) is from all the other versions (that are mostly variations of the Japanese name, Latoan). Naturally, the version I’m personally used to is the French one, Latouane, so you can guess which one I’d base myself on. :p (I was thinking, maybe something along the lines of "Latoun", but there is obviously nothing definitive about it.)

Another thing to consider is what his contribution to the world’s creation could have been. We know that Din modelled the earth and everything material, Nayru defined the laws of nature, and Farore was the one who created life, so what does that leave us with ? My first idea was that it was him who gave living beings a heart (metaphorically speaking, of course), bestowing them with free will and a sense of self, as well as the power to defy destiny. Which, naturally, could have contributed to his ultimate erasure. But once again, I’m just brainstorming out loud…

By the way, is it just me, or does it start to sound like I’m basically recreating the Diamonds from Steven Universe ? I mean, four impossibly powerful beings, each tied to a particular colour and elements, with the fourth one being strongly associated with Earth and freedom and having disappeared under mysterious circumstances ? I swear it wasn’t intentional, but the similarities are definitely here. XD (Even the Diamonds’ sigil seems to hark back to the Triforce in a way, especially the triangular version used after the shattering…)

Anyway, this is pretty much everything I had to say on the matter. As you can see, it’s quite a mess of ideas. I would have said it’s a work in progress, but let’s be honest, it barely counts as a work to begin with. XD Still, I needed to get it all out of my system. Of course, if you have anything to say about the content of this post, I’ll be more than happy to hear you. As I said earlier, there are so many directions you can take with this concept. But then again, it’s also what makes it so fascinating in the first place. ^_^ (Also, go play Tunic if you haven't already ; this game is an absolute gem. :p )

* Note that while "Tetraforce" is an useful term, the object itself would probably still be called "Triforce", as the fact it was already named as such when there were only two pieces seems to indicate that it likely got its name from its shape, and not from the number of components… ** Which is actually purple’s complementary colour, funnily enough.

[iturbide]

Kay, but if Gangrel hates Chrom's dad so much, why he in such a hurry to be just like him? Chrom's dad be like 'hmm i believe i shall kill all those people for being plegian and i shall call it a crusade.' And then years later after everyone who could rightly be held accountable is dead and all that's left are victims, Gangrel's like 'hmm i believe i shall kill all those people for being ylissian and call it justice.'

Frankly, I don't think Gangrel has the level of self-awareness to recognize that he's become what he hated.

Because that's the thing, isn't it? There's a joke of sorts in a lot of media, where a character will be doing something and suddenly stop, saying "I've become my parent" or something along those lines, because they realized that their behavior replicated something from another person. And that same character may have sworn they would never become their parent, only to have it dawn on them that they've done that anyway. They needed a revelation of sorts to become self-aware of the behavior they were replicating.

Gangrel doesn't have that self-awareness. Gangrel is fueled by hatred for the country that nearly destroyed his own, and since it's been fifteen years and Ylisse seems content to just hide that stain on their history under the rug, somebody's got to bring justice to the situation. And with the power that comes with kingship in his hands, coupled with the backing of Validar's cult, Gangrel decides he's going to be that somebody. He doesn't stop to think that "hey, maybe I'm replicating the same crimes perpetrated by someone I despise," he barrels right ahead and takes out his pent-up rage on them once he has the means to do so, because it feels good to give Ylisse what he feels it deserves after they tried to wipe out Plegia.

And I do understand how he'd come to that. Because it's heavily implied that nobody from the Ylissean side ever came forward to say "hey, what happened under the last Exalt was really fucked up." I'm not even talking about reparations -- Ylisse didn't accept any accountability for that attempted genocide: Emmeryn ended the war...and then that was it. She focused on internal politics, trying to restore the Halidom after the toll that the crusade took on her own lands, and left that open wound to fester across the border. The victims from Plegia never got any justice. They were left with a war-torn country, struggling to rebuild in conditions already hostile to habitation, with no assurance that this wouldn't happen again. I think that their conversation in Chapter 5 of Awakening is pretty telling in that regard (emphasis mine):

Gangrel: Surely you have not forgotten what the last exalt did to my people? Your father named us heathens! His "crusade" across Plegia butchered countless of my subjects and my kin! Emmeryn: ...I have never denied Ylisse's past wrongdoings. But I have sworn to never repeat those mistakes. Ours is now a realm of peace.

She admits she hasn't denied Ylisse's past. But she says nothing about Ylisse accepting responsibility for those wrongdoings. Gangrel has spent the better part of two decades letting his hatred of Ylisse keep him warm: he's clung to that above all other things. And that focus has made it impossible for him to see that he's become exactly like the man that ruined his life all those years ago.

[admrlthundrbolt]

Popular Monster (Demon Michael Myers x Chubby Reader)

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Being the main Demon of Wrath has always controlled Michael in an undeniable way. However, when you move next door, something new awakens in him.

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Hi guys, I'm back at it again. When I tell you I couldn't get the literal idea of Demon Michael Myers out of my head, I am not kidding. It bored into my brain and refused to let me write anything else. Anywho, I hope you enjoy.

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Being a Demon of Sathanas always filled him with an unending rage. It seemed that slaughtering was the only thing that could quell the wrath that filled his soul. That was, until you moved next door.

Most of his free time had been filled with you. Watching you, stalking you, thoughts of you.

Your time spent in the garden of your backyard was a favorite of his. Seeing you care for the plants and the tenderness you held for them. It was something that made him clench his hands. Why was this a peaceful thing for him.

When you noticed garbage in his yard, you would collect it. Humming as you took care of the trash. Set the mailbox back in place when you passed and saw it knocked over once again. It was infuriatingly respectful.

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There had been a linger sense of foreboding since you moved next to The Century House. Though it was better known as the Meyer’s house in the neighborhood. Also that the entire town thought it was haunted. So the feeling of a presence there didn't really shock you.

Be it the spirits of the victims or the town giving the house so much power. There was just something about it. Though that didn't stop you from enjoying your low mortgage.

The biggest perk had to be the backyard. It got plenty of sun and had a beautiful old Oak that shaded one corner nicely. To say that getting your hands in the dirt was your number one priority wasn’t a lie. But you made it your goal to unpack before getting to that luxury.

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You were in that damned backyard again. Happily working with your plants, not a negative thought in your mind. It was driving him insane. All of his thoughts had become of you. He couldn't keep his mind on anything else. So since you plagued him with your presence, you would have to be taken care of. One way or another.

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He had waited until late into the night. Well after all of your lights had gone off. This wasn’t a kill to savor, it was one of necessity.

Silently making his way through the house, he couldn't help but gaze at your belongings. Seeing them through a sliver of curtain barely gave him a peek into your life. You had many oddities that stood out from the everyday items.

But as the old home creaked, he snapped out of his snooping. Continuing his journey to your bedroom, he stepped in through the doorway.

You looked ever more angelic up close. The steady fall of your full chest was entracing. Round cheeks flush and hair spread in a halo around your head. It made him forget about his surroundings, causing him to bump into your nightstand.

Your eyes began to flutter open. In a moment of panicked haste, he wrapped his hands about your supple neck. Eyes shooting open, you start to claw at the thing gripping you. Feet kicking wildly, you caught him on the thigh.

Grunting he pressed down harder, hoping this would end soon. But as your movements got weaker, he jolted back. Not able to finish the task, he darted away.

Leaving you dazed and with little else to do than pass out.

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The next morning you woke up with a strange dream and mysterious bruising on your neck. Though that seemed to be the least of your worries.

Things started going missing after that night. The last sweet bun, that you could have swore was on the kitchen counter. A random picture of yourself and a beloved pet. An oversized lazy day t-shirt.

They were such a odd assortment of things, that you wouldn’t have thought twice about. If that bizarre dream hadn’t prefaced the whole situation.

Then something unexpected went missing, your mailman.

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The things he had collected had done enough to calm him. After the night time visit went so poorly, he decided to take things in another direction. If he couldn't take care of you, he would just have to have you.

First he would gather things from you, learn more about you. Then he would pull you into his world. Make you realize there was no other way to live.

The start to that, would be getting rid of the overly friendly mailman. They always stayed well past the appropriate amount of time. Not to mention how many times he had seen the man put his hands on you. Leaning in to whisper something in your ear. The memory made his hands clench so hard that he could hear the joints popping.

Taking a deep breath he calmed a bit. Soon he would take care of him and gift you with the peace you deserved.

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You looked down at the disheveled package. It was haphazardly wrapped and had a copious amount of smudges covering it. Still you brought it in with a shrug. It’s not like it was the first mysterious package you had received.

Opening the paper, there was an even messier box. It was more stained than not and only closed by the flaps being folded in. Prying it free, you did a double take at the contents. It was a heart. Of what, you weren't a hundred percent, but it was suspiciously human size.

Glaring down at the burden, you came to the decision that this was becoming a personal situation. And that just wouldn't do.

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He watch with baited breath as you took the package in. As time past and there was no scream of terror or thud from you passing out, he became concerned. This wasn’t what he expected. He became baffled as you went out the door, seeming as calm as always.

Until he considered the chance of you running away. His blood boiled at the mere thought of you leaving his grasp. Though when you passed your car and walked in the direction of the supermarket. He was soothed at the realization.

When you returned a bit later with a paper bag brimming with items. He was curious as to what you could have gotten. But it seemed that would have to wait until later.

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The time had finally come. It was late into the night and all of your lights had been off for a while. His interest in what you had brought home was eating away at him.

Making his way over, he noticed the bag in the kitchen, through the window. As he made his entrace, he headed straight for the bag. Only for the room to suddenly illuminate.

“I believe it’s time for us to make proper introductions.”

Turning towards the voice, he was entraced by what he found. You stood there bathed in candle light, leaning languidly in the doorway.

He moved to step towards you, but was held in place. Looking down, he saw something he would have never been prepared for. A sigil trap encircled him and trapping him in place.

A sly smile slipped onto your face. “Now that I have your attention.” You said, stepping forward and holding the heart out in his direction. “I think it's time that we define our relationship.”

The power that blazed in your eyes made him all the more sure that he had picked the right person to pursue.

[onthesandsofdreams]

Decision

Fandom: Castlevania TV Pairing: Alucard x Fem!Reader Summary: And now, he was faced with a choice. He can grasp the happiness he may now, or let you go entirely. Words: 1032 Notes: Post Canon Prompt(s): #5 No, anything but that from @fictober-event

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You were crying in front of Alucard's eyes. "Adrian... please... help me!" You sobbed.

Alucard was snarling, every bit of his strength raging at the bonds that held him in place. "In a moment, beloved," he tried to reassure you. "Be brave, I'll be there in a moment."

A cruel laugh came from behind you, and before Alucard or you could do anything about it, the vampire who held you both prisoners made a motion to bite you.

"No, anything but that!" Alucard screamed. He loved you for what you were, a kind and loving human with a warm and gentle touch. The last thing he wanted was for you to turn into the monsters he killed. "Let her go, it is me who you have quarrel with, she's innocent!"

The vampire still, fangs gracing your neck. He looked at Alucard and rose a hand to your neck, holding you in such a tight grip, that you feared he would choke you. "And why should I not, Alucard? After all, what better way to make you pay than turning her into my play thing."

"She is not a thing," Alucard snarled. "Nor she is yours."

"Exactly." The vampire said and the smile he gave to Alucard made him freeze in place. "She is yours, which is why..." The hand on your neck moved too fast, sharp nails cutting your flesh open. "She has to go."

"No!" Alucard's scream echoed into the night, without being able to do anything, he simply watched as blood pour from your wounds and slowly, but surely, you began to close your eyes and loose color. A choked sob rose through his chest. "My love, listen to me. I love you, always have and always will. We will see each other again, I promise you."

"I... love... you..." those were your last words. Words that you had struggled to get out before your eyes closed for the last time.

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Alucard bolted awake, breathing hard and covered in a sheen of sweat.

It took him a while to calm down. It had only been a dream. But one that had been his nightmare since he realized that he had fallen in love with you. He had never spoken about it, weary of the problems that would arose should he do so. You were always so kind, a healer, much like his mother and he knew the disaster that could loom in the future should you both pursue a relationship.

But now, faced with this dream? He wasn't as sure of his convictions as he was before. His parents had been happy, deliriously so if only for a short time. And he had seen the devastation that his mother's death had caused to his father. But his father had been away, unable to protect his mother and he, well, he wasn't as willing to part with you. In fact, it had been his idea that you stayed with him in the Belmont household. The excuse had been that the three of them could always use a healer, the reality is that Alucard had fallen for you and wasn't as willing to part with you.

Sypha had given him a knowing look, to his surprise, Trevor had kept his comments to those moments when they were alone and you were out of earshot. A good thing too, because friend or not, Alucard would pummel Trevor to the ground if he hurt or offend you.

And now, he was faced with a choice.

He can grasp the happiness he may now, or let you go entirely.

Alucard tosses the sheets aside and all but runs to the chamber that you occupy. He knocks at the door and waits. It is during that wait that doubt creeps up his spine, what if you say no? But he's not able to turn back, for a moment later, your sleepy face show through the open door. "Adrian?"

He coughs. "Forgive for awakening you, but there is something that I must speak with you. Something that cannot wait until the morning." Else I would loose my courage, Alucard doesn't say.

You move back to let him in, pulling your robe tighter to your body. Once inside, you ask, "Well, is there an emergency? Am I needed somewhere?"

Alucard shakes his head. "No," he hesitates. "This is something of a more personal nature." He takes a deep breath and takes your hands in his. "I love you. I have fallen madly in love with you and I find myself unwilling to let you go.

"I had a nightmare, of you dying in front of my eyes and I knew right then, that I could not simply pretend that what I feel for you was nothing more than friendship. I love you. I love how kind and gentle you are. I love how you are selfless with your work, but draw the line to protect yourself. I love that sharp tongue of yours that lets people know that you do not suffer fools. I love how you worry, about me, Sypha and Trevor. I love your eyes, the way they shine when you laugh and how I see myself reflected in them. I love that you treat your patients with all the respect that you can give them, it has broken my heart seeing you cry when being unable to help someone, or when someone is beyond your help."

Alucard took a deep breath. "And I would rather know now if you feel the same. But please know, that whatever decision that you make, I will respect that. And that I will not treat you with anything less than the respect and friendship that you deserve. You will not loose me and I will not be bitter should you reject me, you have my word."

Alucard watched as your eyes filled with tears and, when he less expected it, you jumped into his arms and kissed him. He returned the kiss fiercely, with all the passion that he bore inside for you. "I love you," you said when air became necessary. "Stay."

Alucard arched a brow, "The night, or forever?"

The smile you gave him was dazzling. "Both."

[duhragonball]

Dragon Ball Super manga Ch. 64-67

“Hey, everybody!  It’s me, Moro!  The cool new villain from Dragon Ball Super!  And I’m firin’ my lasers!  Shoop doo woop!  Ha ha!  Remember that?  There was this epic internet meme about shooting lasers out of your mouth in Dragon Ball, just like what I just did!  It’s pretty cool how I’m a big time Dragon Ball villain, just like Frieza and Cell, you know?  I mean, I get to be a pop culture icon, just like those guys, and people will make epic memes about the cool stuff I did in my saga.  Right?  Right?  You’re shaking your head no, are you saying the memes aren’t going to be epic?”

So let me break this down.  This whole arc has been about Goku finally learning to use Ultra Instinct at will.  Merus tried to teach him how, but the best Goku could do was use the incomplete version of UI that he used against Kefla in the anime.  So after training Goku in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber, Merus decided to fight Moro himself and get killed, which would then infuriate Goku until he experienced a surge of emotion that would awaken his full potential.  It’s a totally original idea, you guys!

Anyway, it works, and Goku is so overcome with rage that he taps into something deep within himself and becomes the Legendary Super Saiyan achieves Ultra Instinct again.  Moro panics, and Goku starts whoopin’ his ass, which would be satisfying if any of this felt halfway fresh.

I don’t like this arc.  Moro, Merus, and Seven Three are the only genuinely novel concepts to it, and they don’t get fleshed out nearly enough to justify the effort.  Moro’s sole purpose seems to be to prey upon all life in the universe.  What will he do once he consumes everyone?  That seems like an important question, but it never comes up.  Cell and Buu had similar career paths, where they would have gone on to destroy everything, but Cell and Buu were both monsters.  Moro’s a sorcerer or something, and he’s had ten million years to think about this, but we never hear any of his thoughts on the topic. 

Merus was an “angel-in-training” who became too sympathetic towards mortal justice.  How did this happen?  All we ever find out was that he joined the Galactic Patrol some time ago, and the nobility of fighting space-crime was too much for him to resist.  But why did he join the GP in the first place?  Whis and the Grand Minister seem to object to Merus’ life choices, but they also don’t seem terribly fussed about them either.  I can’t make sense of the guy, mostly because I can’t relate to his dilemma.  The angels in Dragon Ball are so vaguely defined in the first place that it’s impossible for me to judge whether Merus is doing the right thing or not. 

Seven Three is more of a plot device than a character.  He’s an android with the ability to copy someone’s powers and store them for thirty minutes’ worth of use.  Moro used this to serve as a handy backup of his own powers, and he ate Seven Three in order to reverse the gains Vegeta made against him earlier.  I feel like “fugitive convict alien android” could be a fertile field for storytelling, but Seven Three just stands around looking bored most of the time, like Hit with less personality.  The whole “copy ability” is symbolic of this entire arc, which feels like Toyotaro dared himself to borrow as many plot points from Dragon Ball Z as possible.

Anyway, Goku clobbers Moro for a bit, then asks him to promise to return to the Galactic Prison.  Moro agrees, and Goku gives him a senzu bean.  This scene got a lot of heat when the chapter was published, and fans were furious at Goku for giving another bad guy a senzu bean.  I feel like this misses the entire point. 

Let’s be clear, Moro tries to betray Goku immediately, and Goku just wrecks his shit all over again to prove a point.  “You can’t beat me, even if I restore your power and let you try again, so why not just surrender.”  But Moro won’t do it. 

Moro even recovers the hand he lost earlier, which contained a copy of Merus’ angel powers.  He thinks this will allow him to close the gap between him and Goku, but it doesn’t.  Goku still dominates him.

So getting mad at Goku is dumb.  He was trying to convince Moro to give up, which probably isn’t a terrible idea, seeing as no one was able to kill Moro before, and it’s not obvious that Goku has the power to destroy him.  So maybe the best thing you can do is to talk him out of being evil. 

The people you should be mad at are Toyotaro and Toriyama, who came up with this whole business of Goku giving Moro a senzu bean, for seemingly no better reason than the fact that he’s done it before with Piccolo and Cell. But it had dramatic weight with Piccolo and Cell.  The first time, Goku had to give Piccolo a senzu bean, because Piccolo needed to survive so that Kami could go on living.  With Cell, Goku gave him a senzu bean because he was so confident that Gohan would pound the crap out of Cell, even at his maximum strength. 

Why is he giving a bean to Moro?  He can surrender to the GP whether he’s got all his power or not.  Indeed, Goku tries a more original approach after the first thing with the bean doesn’t work.  I like the part where he just talks to the guy, because we haven’t seen that before.  So the part with the bean just feels even more redundant. 

Anyway, Moro’s body can’t contain the angel power of Merus, so it starts to expand and distort, which only makes things harder for Moro.  He desperately seeks out a new body...

... And he winds up merging with the Earth itself.  This puts Goku at a disadvantage, because while it doesn’t stabilize Moro very much, it does mean that Goku can’t kill Moro without destroying the Earth in the process.  Whis explains that Goku needs to destroy the power copying crystal in Moro’s head to defeat him, but Goku can’t get at it, so Vegeta uses Spirit Fission to try to make the job easier.

But Goku still can’t get the job done, so everyone starts gathering energy to share with Goku so he can regain Ultra Instinct.  For fuck’s sake, this is exactly the kind of crap they would do in GT whenever Super Saiyan 4 Goku got beat. 

The power collected isn’t enough, until Jaco runs off to find Majin Buu, and then Goku suddenly receives a big boost that puts him over the top, and he makes a ki construct that rassles Moro down and finishes him off for good. 

And that extra energy came from Uub, which is kind of awkward, since Uub hasn’t met the Dragon Ball cast at this point in the storyline.  Basically, Jaco remembered Merus’ theory about Buu absorbing divine energy when he gobbled up the Grand Supreme Kai, and that divine energy was split between Fat Buu and Kid Buu.  Kid Buu became Uub, so Jaco got Buu to find Uub and get him to send energy to Goku. 

Fuck all of this. 

Seriously, this is the most contrived nonsense I’ve ever read, and what purpose does it serve?  This arc isn’t a story, it’s a checklist of story beats and callbacks that Toyotaro wanted to use.

So then they wish all of Moro’s victims back to life, and then they go to a medal ceremony at GP headquarters, because Toyotaro decided to do a callback to Star Wars on top of everything else.  And Merus is supposed to get a medal for his role in stopping Moro, but he no longer exists, right?

Wrong!  He disappeared that day, but he only ceased being an angel.  Now he’s a mortal, which seems to suit him just fine, since he can be a space cop like he always wanted.  See, this is what I’m talking about.  Was this always how it was going to do, or did the Grand Minister arrange this somehow as a way to strip Merus of his divinity without ending his life? 

Because the Grand Minister could have prevented all of this by telling Merus to quit the GP from the start.  And so he kind of acts like he came up with this whole thing as a special rule-bending thing.  And yet, he punishes Beerus and the Supreme Kai for their role in this, ordering them to play with Grand Zeno for a while.  How was this Beerus’ fault? How was this the Supreme Kai’s fault?  Merus made his own choices, and Whis was the one who said he’d take care of Merus during this story, and that clearly didn’t happen. 

So that wraps things up, right?  Wrong, because the recaptured criminals suggest to Jaco that Seven Three might have survived the final battle on Earth.  Jaco is confident that he found no trace of Seven Three, but they go back for another look and they still don’t find anything, but that’s because some other characters have already recovered his remains.

They seem to have big plans for Seven Three, but before they can do anything with him, another set of space crooks show up and capture Seven Three for themselves.  And their leader is a guy by the name of Granolah, which leads us into the next arc. 

And that’s it for Moro.  It really kind of sucked.  I should write more about it in the future, but right now, I just want to move on.  I hope the Granolah arc is better, because I really need a win from the DBS Manga. 

[laufire]

often part of my hate for a character is fueled by the reaction they awaken in the audience, and/or the perception that the writers REALLY want me to love them and think they're the best, most heroic guys ever.

other times the way a character is written is clearly meant to embody literally everything I hate, with purpose, and boy. I won't think about them while I'm not watching/reading the source material, or remember them when I make my "top most hated" lists... but once they enter my view again or get name-dropped, the homicidal rage is back on in full force!

this post has been brought to you by a conversation about veronica mars with a friend that reminded me of just how much I wanted sheriff (don) lamb to die (and he did! because sometimes, tv-land is generous like that). but I also appreciated that he was written specifically in this way, with no pulled punches. because if they'd softened him even a little? it wouldn't be the wonderfully cynic little show that it excels at being.

like, in particular, I'm remembering the moment weevil BEGGED him to let him walk up the stage at his graduation, so that his ailing grandmother could finally see him do it, before he arrested him. it would have taken less than half a minute. and lamb refused because he's a vindictive, callous little man. and because veronica mars is not about giving its audience warm fuzzy feelings by trying to convince us that people are good and understanding and really really caring, deep down! they're selfish and mean and petty; real goodness and kindness is rarer than gold and will take you (and veronica herself) aback every time you encounter it. but most of the time? it wants you to see just how shitty and unfair the world is and react to it, with nothing cushy to soften the fall. and it's a better story for it, imo.

[bitchyglitterfox]

RISE ONCE MORE - Moon Boys x F!Reader

A/n: this was inspired by a post made by @duminki-dominikano

Warnings: angst, love confession, Layla, death, ass kicking, avatars, idiots in love if you squint

Words: 674

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Your hands are covering your mouth as you watch with terrified eyes, tears begin to streak down your cheeks as you watch Marc/Steven get shot in the chest and fall back into the water of Alexander the Great’s final resting place. You shook with fear from your hiding spot next to Layla.

You and Layla wait in bated breath till Harrow and his men have left before you both leave your hiding places.

You glare at her, “you just couldn’t have waited until we were all out of here safe, away from Harrow with Ammit’s (statue)?” You practically scream out but you stop yourself on account of them still being close by.

“I-I I’m sorry, but I have to go, I’ll stop this on my own”

“Then go. You’ve done enough here”

You watch with hardened eyes as she leaves the tomb. You waste no time falling into the water as you drag them out, gently place their head in your lap as you check for a pulse. Why weren't they healing? They should be healing!

"Please wake up, please," you cry leaning your forehead against theirs, "there is so much I haven't told you yet, you both have to fight please wake up! Please I love you"

What felt like days was only a few hours when you felt rage in you.

Rage against Khonshu, Rage against Layla and Rage against Harrow. You gently laid their head on the ground as you rose up.

"Anubis! Let me be your temporary avatar so that I may protect those who can't protect themselves"

"Yes my child, go on as my avatar and avenge your loved one"

You felt it, power flowing through you. You straight ahead and your close change into those made of beautiful black and gold silks and armor, a staff appears in your hand.

You look back at the boys, a small smile creeps its way onto your lips, you kneel down and kiss their forehead, "I love you both, so please come back to me"

"Come on child, they need us in Cairo, Ammit has been awakened"

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By the time Marc had awoken and both men had come back, you and Layla were both gone. Khonshu had informed them you were in Cairo fighting Harrow's followers and so he takes off flying towards Cairo to defeat Harrow and Ammit once and for all

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Harrow is about to strike Marc when Layla swoops in to save him. While she's distracted by Marc you jump down in front of them both and knock Harrow down with your staff.

"I don't think so you crazy bastard" even though you don't particularly like her at this moment you aren't going to let her die.

Marc and Layla take notice of you but his eyes immediately go back to Layla as he hugs her tightly.

Steven pops out and compliments her outfit. He looks back at you, and his smile softens and he goes and hugs you tightly.

“I missed you so much” you cry into his shoulder, holding onto his suit jacket, fistfulls of fabrics in your hand.

“I promise to never leave you again, love, your voice kept playing for us, we love you too! So much, we promise to never leave you alone like that again,” he says, pulling you face into his hands as he looks into your eyes.

“Steven, don’t make promises you can’t keep, Marc is still in love with Layla, please don’t make a promise you can’t keep,” you say quietly closing your eyes.

“My feelings for Layla are gone, you are the one that I want now, and forever,” Marc says as he gently kisses you, all the feelings of dread and sadness leave your body as his lips are on yours. You pull away when Layla coughs. You look over at her.

“If you are done, we still have our Harrow and Ammit problem,” she says motioning towards said man standing up, all three of us get into position as we fight to save the world.

[centralcitylibrary]

Arceus vs Solaris: a Battle of the Deities of Light

There’s been a question burning in my mind. A question I am unable to shake away from my thoughts. Eat, sleep, research, it all comes back to one thing, one all consuming question…

Can Solaris, Soleanna’s Sun God, triumph over Arceus, Sinnoh’s Original One?

I decided that I couldn’t take it anymore, so that’s why I’m here in the library, checking out anything I can find in the mythology section. I’ve got the information I need for Sonic the Hedgehog’s Solaris, so we’ll see what I’m able to do for Pokemon’s Arceus.

These won’t be entirely comprehensive overviews (mainly because Pokemon, by the sheer nature of being an RPG with a lot of moves, inherently has a lot to go over), but I will be sure to provide enough information to make sure you all can understand the conclusion.

Oh, and just so we’re clear, when applicable the standard rules for this lore blog will also apply to the Pokemon side of things where appropriate (the key differences being “no word of god”, and by extension using the main Pokemon continuity, a distinction that only matters when not using WoG statements).

Solaris, the Sun God, the Flames of Disaster…

Ah, Soleanna, one of many popular tourist destinations, and it’s hard not to see why. Between the old castle town of Soleanna, the city of water, and the various celebrations such as the water festival, it is truly a one of a kind experience.

Even their mythology is fascinating, with the yearly Festival of the Sun to give thanks to Solaris for watching over them with its eternal light. And it’s no wonder that Solaris would watch over them, as legends speak of the sacred flame being entrusted to the royal family.

But it’s not all good things, as Solaris is also said to have a wrath which, if awakened, would destroy the world - taking the form of Iblis, the Flames of Disaster. As Iblis, it could burn the world to ash if it wanted to, blocking out the sun to keep new life from growing, and even create an unending army composed of incarnations of itself from its rage. And even if someone were strong enough to defeat it, it would merely continue to reincarnate again and again for eternity. Once it’s released, the only way to stop it would be to seal it within a royal soul via a Chaos Emerald (although in theory, if a soul were already alit with flames they might serve as a substitute). Given the mythology is centred within Soleanna, the assumption is that a royal soul refers to the royal family.

Hidden deep within the library, I could also find a few tales of Mephiles the Dark, a schemer and manipulator who can take physical form by absorbing one’s shadow, and then mimics the power from whom he absorbed the shadow of. And on top of that, displays some level of control over time, even banishing others through time. If he’s absorbed your shadow, he can hide within it, unable to be expelled by anything besides the holy light of the Chaos Emeralds (given the lack of information, it’s hard to judge whether this is due to the light in and of itself, or if enough Chaos Energy is required).

Of course, as with every culture, the Chaos Emeralds manage to find a way to sneak themselves in somewhere. It’s said that if Solaris were to channel the miracle gems, it would become a transcendent being with a body of light, and be able to reduce all of time down into nothing, until the very concept of time ceases to exist. That’s even more impressive than it sounds, since to bring time itself down to nothing, it would have to bring Cyber Space, a universe composed entirely of information, down to nothing, alongside Maginaryworld, the 4th dimensional universe that holds the dreams of the entire multiverse.

But that’s not all, this empowered form of Solaris can exist throughout all of time at once, it can summon blue eyes of solaris to pull things in (even ignoring the protective properties of rings), or orange ones to spit out debris. It can fire laser-like beams, and it would even be able to harm the invincible super forms. And given this true form is achieved with the Chaos Emeralds, it might even be invincible itself (and can create a momentary shield that protects it from harm even from beings that can bypass said invincibility).

If this Solaris is a real being, then the people of Solaris have very, very good reason to keep it happy, as enraging it could very well reduce all of existence down to nothing…

Arceus, the Original One, Almighty Sinnoh…

Over in the world of Pokemon, the Sinnoh region has its own legends about the world and the universe. Their own theories on how the world came to be. In the beginning, before space, before time even, there just existed the primordial chaos.

Then within that primordial space an egg came into being. When this egg hatched, the Pokemon Arceus came to being. Arceus then created three beings from within this primordial nothingness: Dialga - whose existence caused time to start flowing, Palkia - whose existence caused space to start expanding, and Giratina - whose existence brought both matter and antimatter (most sources omit Giratina’s presence entirely, as its violent disposition caused Arceus to banish it).

And so Arceus created three more beings: Uxie - which granted knowledge to the world, Mesprit - which granted emotion to the world, and Azelf - which granted willpower to the world.

Palkia and Dialga created matter, and then Uxie, Mesprit, and Azelf created spirit. And then Arceus went into a deep, everlasting slumber.

Despite the everlasting slumber, there have been a small handful of claims towards spotting Arceus - one of a trainer from the Sinnoh champion battling and catching it, one of a trainer from Johto with it in their possession being taken to the Sinjoh Ruins and witnessing the creation of an egg, one of a team of Pokemon Rangers situated in the Oblivia region calming it down and convincing it not to destroy the universe it created.

Most interesting one, however, is this old record from the Sinnoh region (back when it was known as the Hisui region), about when the very first Pokedex was created. It speaks of a trainer who was sent from the present to the ancient past and tasked with catching every single Pokemon by Arceus itself; and upon completion faced off against and defeated Arceus. Then to claim that Arceus as we know it is only a fragment of the real thing. Given that the Hisui Pokedex includes entries on what appear to be Porygon, a Pokemon we know the date of invention, there appears to be at least some validity to this time travel.

This supreme creator deity should be capable of everything its creations have been able to achieve, but on a much grander scale. Given that includes the universe, and plausibly many universes, that’s quite a lot of things it’s capable of. Too much to get into, truthfully.

Just know that there’s a lot of Pokemon who are capable of a lot of crazy things, such as Hoopa going through hyperspace, Porygon travelling through data, Eternamax Eternatus shutting down all (or I should say most) Pokemon’s ability to fight, the list goes on.

If all of these legends are true, and Arceus really was responsible for the creation of an entire multiverse, then it’s a good thing that it’s in an eternal slumber. And it’s a good thing that Pokemon Rangers are able to convince it to leave individual universes alone. Because otherwise, there’s not a single being that could stop it…

So, who wins?

I think overall the winner is-

… What?

Oh, you want some kind of fight, don’t you?

Well I technically could write one, but I don’t really want to put outright fanfiction on the lore blog, even if it’s for the sake of hyping up a lore fight.

Hm… You know what, I’ll put it on my personal writing blog, and just link it from here, that way if you want a fight you can read it, but if you don’t you can just skip to the conclusion.

Go read it here!

…

And welcome back, those of you who went to read the narrated battle, and for those who just want to hear the result, let’s break it down.

Speed wise, Solaris exists throughout all of time, and is able to fight against beings fast enough to dodge its attacks, which should grant it immeasurable combat speeds (movement speed is not relevant due to its temporal omnipresence). Arceus predates time itself and created the deity of time, and so should be immeasurable in kind - and should also allow it to land hits on Solaris throughout all of time to boot, even if it has to actively manipulate time to do so.

However, Arceus can easily gain the speed advantage by boosting its own speed up, up to a 4 times speed advantage.

So what about power?

Both can destroy an entire 4th dimensional universe (the size of these universes don’t matter, since breaking the universe itself is more impressive than destroying anything within said universe), but both benefit from intra-verse scaling differently.

The Palkia/Dialga that threatened to destroy the entire universe in Diamond/Pearl (and the Giratina that interfered in Platinum) were all at level 47 - less than half of their maximum strength. We know this event happened in a vague sense even in continuities that are confirmed 4th dimensional thanks to each event still following an overarching vague timeline - after DP is BW, and then XY (which introduces hyperspace thanks to Hoopa, who can traverse hyperspace via its Hyperspace Hole move).

At level 100, Palkia/Dialga/Giratina should reasonably be capable of threatening the universes contained within a singular copy, which includes that of Ultra Sun and Ultra Moon, where there are so many universes that it’s said to be uncountable (possibly even an infinite amount).

Then consider that stats in Pokemon can be given a +6 modifier, for a x4 increase, which puts that uncountable number even further apart from what Solaris would be able to achieve. And the Legend Plate (which Arceus can use even without the aid of a trainer) ensures its Judgement will always be the most efficient attack option possible, ensuring that Arceus will be attacking Solaris’s consciousness.

Even if we are deliberately overly generous for Solaris, its best scaling for durability (and invincibility) only goes to x40 (thanks to scaling from Super Sonic Powered Up and theoretically using the full power of the Chaos Emeralds rather than just an approximate quarter), and that’s well below an uncountable amount. Heck, some people have passed by more universes in their individual Ultra Space trips than that (such as this video, where someone passed by 89 of them, for a total of 90 alternate universes in this one trip).

And Arceus the Original One might possibly have created the entire multiverse rather than just the multi-universal structures that each game copy finds itself in, which would balloon the already clear power gap by millions, maybe even billions of times over.

So even if Solaris could defeat Arceus the Pokemon, Arceus the Original Spirit can merely create an endless stream of Pokemon at equivalent power for Solaris to fight through endlessly, ensuring that it loses the endurance battle. And as the creator of all Pokemon, it should have access to a greater array of specialised abilities than Solaris has ever had to deal with even as its base components.

Solaris vs. Arceus estimated win rate: 0%/0%/100% in favour of Arceus.

And… there you have it. An unfathomable battle between two deities, but in the end it can only ever end one way.