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Choose your favorite premades from the store worlds. Now imagine they have a Battle Royale/Hunger Games style fight-to-survive tournament. (They'll be fine. It's all movie magic anyways.)

Who wins? Who dies? Who is made a laughingstock amongst the social media outlets of Simnation?

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growing up on horror movies, i had a short battle royale phase. i confess i've never read or watched the hunger games series but i need to.

i'll take the young adults and adults from sunset valley instead.

it gets morbid.

morgana and thornton start bickering. morgana k*lls thornton in a fit of rage and panic and this triggers her transformation into a stone cold killer. she didn't want to... but she has to do what it takes to survive.

jamie jolina seems like the archetypal final girl, but she's morgana's next victim.

hank and pauline get picked off almost immediately. sorry. i just don't think they'd make smart choices.

cycl0n3 sw0rd does pretty well. this is just like those strategic survival video games he plays. he breaks one of the rules of the competition by trying to hack the system or leave the arena or something, so he gets offed by production for his offense. the tracker collar around his neck blows up or something idk.

agnes crumplebottom: classic femme fatale, she lures the male participants somewhere, seduces them, then gets rid of them. she'll go pretty far. she'll bring in the ratings.

molly french and fiona mcirish: they refuse to participate in the fighting. they go out thelma and louise style.

the altos and landgraabs: they try to get over their differences and stick together for the sake of survival. nick and vita get some k*lls in, while geoffrey and nancy observe. but due to paranoia and suspicion, they eventually betray each other in mutual destruction. the remaining survivor from the altercation gets picked off by one of the other competitors.

the audience cheers when xander clavell gets eliminated.

leighton sekemoto emerges as the "alpha male" that viewers root for. he's wholesome and sympathetic and can handle himself.

erin kennedy is the one most likely to win the competition and the audience's favour. she's in the military so she's tough and knows how to handle herself but she's also not an evil killer. she is relatable and sympathetic. the audience will root for her to win against all odds.

[honey-minded-hivemind]

The 🛖MudWing🐊 Monarch Backstory Post:

(Small note: Reader is the MudWing Monarch, named Platypus, there is mention of a plague, and descriptions of violently ill dragons and death, as well as themes of loneliness)

They never thought it would be this way. The crown rests upon their head, a small weight that grounds them. The room is cast in shadows, the gauzy curtains waving faintly in front of the window. It seems even the palace itself is in mourning. It was never supposed to be this way. It was never supposed to be them on the throne, the sole ruler of an entire tribe, all counting on them after the worst disaster since the Battle of the Delta thirty years prior. This might have been even worse...

A plague had swept through the MudWing tribe. It was fast, too fast. It went from dragon to dragon, spreading throughout their blood and poisoning them until it was too late to reverse it. Their doctors tried every trick, every remedy, anything to try to save who they could. But nothing worked. No one seemed to be spared. Entire troops of siblings killed within a week, clutches of eggs never to hatch, dragonets sick and weak in their huts, unable to move another inch. Not even the royal family was safe.

It was their unborn sibs who went first. The last clutch of eggs the queen ever laid, gone within a night, turned a shade of sickly gray... The next to go were their cousins, choking on the fluids that filled their lungs, drowning them within the week. And it kept spreading, even to their aunts and uncles, leaving them hacking up blood and shivering with fever. Not even their own sibs were spared. Platypus only had two, both tended to by them until they passed in the nights to come, wrapped in their wings and held until their final moments...

It left Platypus, and their mother, the queen, as the last two members of the MudWing Royal Family...

Yet even that wouldn't last...

Soon, the illness that had left their tribe to only a few thousand settled within their queen, reducing the once mighty MudWing queen to a frail, shivering dragon, barely holding on. She and Platypus were all that remained of the royal MudWing family; everyone else was gone, taken by the illness that had overrun their tribe. Platypus bonded with their mother over the last two weeks of her life, listening to stories of her younger days with her sibs, the victory they had at the Battle of the Delta against the SeaWings, the nights spent reading to her own sibs and their dragonets, even how she watched over Platypus and their sibs while they were only eggs, excited how they would turn out... But by the end of the fortnight, she too was gone... Leaving Platypus as the sole survivor of the royal family, and the only option for the tribe's monarch...

And here they were now, a month and a half later, sitting in their and their sibs' old room, reminiscing on what was now only a shadow of the past. The plague was finally gone, leaving the tribe to recover from the epidemic. The first month was spent having their tribe's doctors making vaccines and studying the plague, and Platypus trying to help the grieving MudWing families, offering extra food and supplies to those who needed it. The last few weeks, they've been appointing new advisors and guards for themself and the palace, hoping to give the struggling dragons jobs and provide a sense of purpose to those who might have lost theirs...

But, now... there was a small problem...

"Your Majesty," says an older dragon, who had entered the room. They looked around, puzzled for a minute, then realized which room it was. They dipped their head slightly, in a small bow. "Monarch Platypus, I am deeply sorry for your loss... The whole tribe is, and we thank you for taking care of us... But... we think we need to take care of you, too..."

Platypus raises their head to look at the dragon. They are bigger than them, an older dragon, possibly as old as their mother had been. Their eyes are kind, if not a little sad.

"What... what do you mean?" they ask, ruffling their wings. It soothes their anxiety, at least letting them pretend that their sibs, their cousins, any of their old family was there too, with a kind word or funny joke... They were truly lonely...

"Your Highness, we... your advisors, guards, and palace staff, believe it is best that you are not alone. Our doctors have proven that it is not healthy for us MudWings to be alone; that it's natural for us to live with sibs, to all act as though we are siblings, united by our ancestors and the Great MudWing of the Delta... You shouldn't be alone, especially so young..." They pause for a minute, letting out a small sigh. "Your Majesty, we think... we think perhaps we should find you a group of sibs, to be your new ones... Please don't take offense! What we mean, is... they also have lost some of their sibs, if not all of them, and we believe it would be healthy for you, and for them, to have another sibling to care for, another dragon to sleep with, to break bread with, to protect and be protected by... Please, Your Majesty, think it over... I'm sure this would be of great help to you..."

Platypus thinks it over for a moment. They don't want to replace their sibs, never! But... they could help other sibs, those who are just as alone as they are... Who need warm wings and blanket forts and a bounty of food... They... they don't want to forget their family, to push them aside... But... They need to be cared for, too. They're so lonely, overwhelmed by the weight of an entire kingdom relying on them threatening to drown them... They had hardly any friends, and those were all gone now...

It was not an easy choice, or one that left them dry-eyed, but... in the end...

"I... will do it..." Platypus responds. Their voice is soft, filled with a deep, solemn sadness. They stand, stretching their large wings out slowly, and walking over to their mother's old advisor. "Please bring me to the candidates." And in a whirl of brown and amber, they leave, the once warm room empty once more...

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Anyway (cuz the same anon is going to keep coming back), are there any shows/movies yr looking forward to? What hav been some of yr favorite (shows/movies) that hav already come out this yr

I've been in a weird headspace because of life stuff and I found that I was spending more time listening to music...so I honestly haven't explored too much esp. movie wise. Also not to sound like Daniel Radcliffe, but a lot of time when I do watch tv of late I find myself binging reality tv because it's mindless and escapist. But I err on the side of competition reality so give me anything Survivor or Top Chef or anything that is a competition.

Tv- I was enjoying Loot on Apple TV, but I just realized I never finished the season. I really enjoyed this season of Abbott. I think I liked it more than S2. I want to watch Hacks S2 & S3. I heard S3 was good. I wanted to like Palm Royale but didn't. Was Only Murders this year or last? I thought S3 had some fun bright spots esp for Steve Martin, but the actual mystery was super convoluted and anticlimactic. Want to see S4 but I don't have huge hopes with the jump to LA and 500 guest stars.

I will be the biggest Olympics fangirl this summer so I'm mostly looking forward to that. I will watch any sport in the summer Olympics. It's also basketball season (womens) so I'm watching a lot of that.

[zooterchet]

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Peter Tsaptsaris ("Peebo"), Har Rosen ("Reason"), David Charlebois ("Mini-Peebo"), John Washburne ("Elliott"), Shaun Wilcox ("Shaun Sans Pants"), Brett Wolf ("Alty"), Walter Kaufman ("Flem") and Peter Wicombx ("Joker"), once set out, to make a better Massachusetts.

From their origins (Columbia University, Skull and Bones), (Mossad IDF, Late Transfers Debits, Bail Bonds), (Hopkinton Highschool Marijuana, Aryan Brotherhood), (Springfield Mafia, Marvel Comics), (Midway Games, Self-Defense Forces), (US Navy, Submariners Corps), (MI-6 Assassins Wing, anti-IDF), and (MKULTRA, Psychiatric Panel), a simple concoction came about.

Placing M3, as a survivor's guild, Boston, as an Israeli compound, and on David's insistence, the Massachusetts state psychiatric guild, as "Stalin, bad", the idea was sold to Mitt Romney, in the wake of the Saugus nuclear plant going critical, to seal the chambers of Massachusetts, with an addition to the standard medical care, children workers and parents, receiving the following three benefits: protection against con man busts (National Lampoons), protection against music store busts (MTV), and protection against stalker busts (grunge).

Now, gone national, you see all there is before you.

With the game series, Halo, behind us, the protection against overseas and military hacking (the Master Chief, a psychic royal fighting a hacker with pro-tools, assisting NSA and FBI, the space marines), based on the Chas T. Main work of "Chet", we have a new future.

Remember, kids. Tracking through a system, isn't good, if someone is trying to steal your identity.

[dlsocp]

Before We Start...

I am not related to or affiliated with the show Sister Wives, Kody Brown, any of his 18 children, 3 former wives, 1 current wife, anyone he may be courting currently, anyone he may have courted in the past, or TLC. Truth be told I haven’t even seen every single episode--though I have seen most of them and I doooo watch a ton of reality tv gossip on Youtube and I totally follow these people on social media. It’s my guilty pleasure. If you’re here, it’s because you relate. Everything you will read outside of this post will be a figment of my overactive imagination, and is meant purely for fun. In this case yes I’ll be using names of REAL people who DEFINITLY exist, but for all intents and purposes in this they will be characters. I will draw inspiration from the show, from Youtube videos, social media posts, gossip magazines, and website achieves (because once it’s on the internet, it’s always on the internet.)

I can not stress enough that none of this is to be taken as fact!!!! I hope this will all be taken with a grain of salt, as good fun. I can’t think of another family with kids who grew up on camera under unusual circumstances who have as adults not had a major scandal, and I don’t see it happening either. Like, none of these kids are drug addicts, or getting arrested or murdering anyone!!! The odds were against them, man, but they all seem like respectable and loved members of their communities. That’s commendable af.

I’ve been making fun of reality TV since survivor came out when I was 8 years old. Later on when I was closer to 16, my mom and I would go shopping and do accents pretending to be Heidi Klum and Tim Gunn....analyzing my outfit options as if we were critiquing them to see if they could make it to the final round. And before you say it, yes, my mom IS that great!

I have me a fancy Bachelor of Arts degree in Media & Communication Arts from Pace University. That degree had writing enhanced courses, a ton of journalism courses, writing seminars, and that’s always been my jam! I can express myself through written word so much better than speaking out loud, and I’ve always written. I was the kid who said “YESSSS!” when the teacher announced that the test would be nothing but essay questions.

I can argue any point in writing, even points I don’t agree with. I can go anywhere, and I’m not limited to things like gravity, money, time, the weather, or the laws of physics! I’ve always been drawn to writing, and have used writing to cope with whatever was going on at that time. Starting with writing short stories about flushing the school bully down the toilet, to a screen play about exacting revenge after I’d had my trust broken, to get my final credits for my bachelors degree.

It was only recently I realized I could put the two together. I’m not aware of any Sister Wives Fanfics, and I was recently commenting on a video by RealiTeaSquad when it hit me that I had a great idea for a totally non-sexual silly fanfiction. I’ll try to watch my language so many ages can enjoy this, but I swear like a sailor, so I make no promises.

I am also hoping to work on a few other projects:

Sausage Queen: A Royal Spicy Italian Sausage with super powers who saves the day in her underwear, pretty self explanatory

The Chonky Princess: An over-weight princess with an endocrine disorder doesn’t let her weight keep her from keeping up with the other princesses at princess boarding school. 

Low-Budget Laura: A Blog with tips for low-budget livin’! You know, ballin’ on a budget! Where to shop, coupons, deals, life hacks, recipes, “jazzin it up”, crafts, and more!

Hopefully I’ll be able to get enough of those done to start being able to link to them soon! And I’ll be starting to work on chapter one and publishing it soon! I’m really excited about this, and if anyone ever wants to contribute ideas or art work or whatever I’m so into it! Eventually I’d like to do a dramatic reading with different voices for different characters in a youtube video. Just bare with me as all of this will be done in my spare time and I do have a 41 year old man-child to care for and 2 dogs and of course a whole life--I mean who am I kidding I have no life lol!!! but I’m just throwing it out there I will try to release at least one chapter a week and keep it flowing regularly, but clearly providing for my loved ones will always come first as it should for you as well!

Anywho, make good choices and I’ll be publishing Chapter 1 soon!!! Stay tuned!!!

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Yuko Miyamura in Battle Royale (Kinji Fukasaku, 2000)

Cast: Tatsuya Fujiwara, Aki Maeda, Takeshi Kitano, Taro Yamamoto, Masanobu Ando, Kou Shibasaki, Chiaki Kuriyama, Takashi Tsukamoto, Sosuke Takaoka, Eri Ishikawa, Hitomi Hyuga, Yuko Miyamura. Screenplay: Kenta Fukasaku, based on a novel by Koushun Takami. Cinematography: Katsumi Yanagijima. Production design: Kyoko Heya. Film editing: Hirohide Abe.

In my brief and admittedly superficial exploration of Japanese cinema, I have often been struck by how postwar filmmakers take a rather harsh attitude toward the generation born after World War II. Even so hip a director as Nagisa Oshima paints a rather jaundiced picture of wayward teenagers in films like Cruel Story of Youth (1960), though suggesting that American influence at least helped push Japanese young people into delinquency. Masahiro Shinoda's Youth in Fury, made the same year as Oshima's film, focuses on the student riots against the Japanese-American mutual security treaty, suggesting that the political impotence of the young is to blame. An older filmmaker like Keisuke Kinshita, in The Young Rebels (1980), blamed the rebelliousness on parents, a familiar scapegoat. And then there's Kinji Fukasaku's Battle Royale, which subjects the problem of turbulent youth to what we might call a final solution: mutual extermination. In an era plagued by depression and unemployment, the government passes a population-control law: Each year, a middle school class is chosen and sent to a remote island where they are forced to fight to the death. If you're thinking this sounds a lot like The Hunger Games, have another drink. In fact, Suzanne Collins, the author of The Hunger Games trilogy, the first book of which appeared in 2008, has said that she never saw the film or read the 1999 novel by Koushun Takami on which it was based. Her claim is plausible: Battle Royale stirred up so much controversy in Japan over its violence that it wasn't released theatrically in the United States until 2011, partly because American distributors were scared off by memories of the 1999 Columbine High School massacre. Fukasaku's film is in fact like a bloodier, more barebones version of The Hunger Games movies (Gary Ross, 2012; Francis Lawrence, 2013, 2014, 2015). It's also funnier and scarier because it has been shorn of the Olympic Games-style spectacle of  the American movies. Instead, we get a "training video" in which a ditzy instructor (Yuko Miyamura), a parody of Japanese game show hosts, explains the rules: Each player gets a bag of supplies that includes a "weapon" -- ranging from a semiautomatic rifle to a paper fan -- and they are all fitted with monitoring collars that will explode if they try to remove them, as well as if the game ends on the third day with more than one survivor. The film, written by the director's son, Kenta Fukasaku, doesn't waste a lot of time on character development, except for two principal combatants, Shuya (Tatsuya Fujiwara) and Noriko (Aki Maeda), who fall in love along the way. There are also a trio of villains: Mitsuko (Kou Shibasaki), who relishes the thought of killing her classmates, and a ringer, a "transfer student" named Kazuo Kirayama (Masanobu Ando), who is really a psychopath brought in by the sadistic director of the game, the schoolteacher Kitano (Takeshi Kitano), to spice things up. There's another supposed transfer student, Shogo Kawada (Taro Yamamoto), who is actually a survivor of an earlier game, but he turns out to be a good guy, seeking revenge on Kitano for his girlfriend's death in that game. Aside from these characters, most of the players are nondescript, except for the computer geek, Shinji Mimura (Takashi Tsukamoto), who manages both to hack into the game's system and to construct a bomb he plans to use to take out the game headquarters. There is much vivid killing in the film, but it's paced so fast, and the characters are mostly so undefined that, except for the fact that these are kids killing kids, it's easy to get caught up in it all. It's not surprising that it's one of Quentin Tarantino's favorite movies.

[trektonki]

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The new characters are really the only reward worth pursuing, as they do have an impact on your personal experience with the game, albeit one that is pretty insignificant. The emotes and sprays at least allow you to add a bit more of your own personal style to your character, though it’s rare to find opportunities to paint the walls with a cute design or interact with your teammates with silly movements in the midst of a battle royale game that’s as fast-paced as Hyper Scape. None of the weapon or character skins are particularly exciting it’s your standard affair of simple recolor options. Most of Hyper Scape’s in-game rewards are weapon and character skins, emotes and sprays, and new characters–and they’re all kind of meh. You can ignore it, of course, but the battle pass highlights that you’re missing items if you don’t have Prime Gaming, which feels a little predatory.

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So, if you want to complete either the free or paid track, you need to drop some cash. It’s got a free track and paid one, which normally would be fine except that nearly half of the items (12 of the 33) on the free track can’t be accessed unless you have Prime Gaming, which requires paying the $13 USD/month for an Amazon Prime subscription. Here’s the thing: I don’t like Hyper Scape’s battle pass. Season 1: The First Principle adds a battle pass, daily and weekly challenges, and tons of new rewards to unlock which are just what a game like Hyper Scape needs–it’s only got one map for its two modes, solo and squads, so there’s just not enough there to keep playing the game every day without an additional incentive. Regardless of where you want to play, Hyper Scape thankfully launches with cross progression support so your account follows you from system to system. So I’m comfortable with saying that the console version of Hyper Scape works.

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I’ve yet to try the game on PS4, but I didn’t notice a drop in quality when transitioning between PC and Xbox One X. With the start of Season 1, Hyper Scape has also officially been released for Xbox One and PS4. The date also marks the start of the game’s first season, titled The First Principle, which makes several changes to the game and adds new content–all of which is worth taking a look at. As of August 11, Hyper Scape has left beta and officially launched. It’s a pretty substantial contribution to Hyper Scape’s frantic battles and encouragement to fight quickly, not just efficiently.īefore we get into the nitty-gritty of the analysis, though, it’s worth pointing out why we’re reviewing Hyper Scape now when the game’s been playable for a few weeks. If you die, you drop it, but teams that manage to hold onto it for 45 seconds automatically win. Nabbing the crown puts you on everyone’s radar. The game spawns a crown onto the battlefield when the survivable area shrinks to its final size. For one, being the last one alive isn’t the only way to win you can also be crowned the winner. None of which is to say that Hyper Scape doesn’t bring its own sense of style to the battle royale genre. As the match progresses, the battlefield shrinks, increasing the likelihood of firefights breaking out amongst the survivors. Players begin each match by dropping onto a battlefield with nothing to their name, forced to survive by any means necessary–whether that’s searching for the best weapons, hunting and killing enemy players, or avoiding and hiding from fights. If you’ve ever played a battle royale game before, then the goal of Hyper Scape is an old song and dance by this point. I continue to flee but I can hear the quiet thumps of their murderous bounces keeping pace with me. My laughter stops as I turn around and realize, to my horror, that every one of my pursuers has the Ball Hack as well. I quickly slide into it and pick it up, cackling with glee as I transform into a giant ball and bounce away from the squad chasing me. Around another player’s corpse is a Hack pick-up with a circle on it. My pursuers have seen me and are now riddling my backside with bullets as I try to duck and weave among the environmental cover that’s slowly deleting. “Well, crap,” I mutter, as I begin to run.

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Question! - It seems like a popular theory that Kaeya is somehow royalty? I was wondering, if that's the case, then tf is the abyss-sibling thinking, trying to hack some fountain in the chasm instead of using their 'last hope'? The royal theory seems off. Surely, the abyss-sibling wouldn't forget/not know about their actual prince living in Mond? His last name says smth about 'stealing and then becoming king' - that implies he is just a plain citizen before he does something. Idk 🥴 help???

asdfghj ok, hold on anon, you seem to be making a lot of jumbled assumptions here, let’s unpack them before I answer. First of all, you seem to be conflating “Kaeya is royalty” with “Kaeya is Khaenri’ah’s last hope”, which are two completely different things. Kaeya being a prince is an unproven fandom theory, but Kaeya being called “last hope of Khaenri’ah” is a canon text, it’s from his character story. Are you arguing that like, devs are lying to you in actual in-game descriptions? :D

“Surely, the abyss-sibling wouldn't forget/not know about their actual prince living in Mond?” Why not?? clearly, there are many different factions of Khaenri'ah survivors - the abyss order, the Black Serpent Knights, who do not obey the abyss, but protect the hilichurls, Dainsleif, and then there is Kaeya’s dad who seem to smuggle Kaeya to Dawn Winery in complete secret, without any of the other factions knowing. Kaeya’s mere existence contradicts what abyss sibling and Dainsleif know, it doesn’t even matter if he’s a prince. Dain was part of the Abyss Order and knows most of their secrets, and he’s adamant that he’s the ONLY survivor of Khaenri'ah who was not turned into a monster. He says that he was not transformed by the curse because of mysterious “it” thing he has, which is hinted, but not explained. But even this “it” doesn’t protect him completely - he wasn’t transformed, but he’s still under effects of the curse - he’s immortal and he can’t age, and he lives in suffering. 

But Kaeya is not only not transformed into a monster, but he also can age normally, he grew up at the same rate as Diluc. We don’t know if he’s completely free from the curse, but he’s obviously able to live a normal human life, this is why he’s so special. And yeah, it wouldn’t make sense for abyss to be fucking with the fountains if they knew that there’s a seemingly totally cured Khaenri’ahn existing already, so obviously, they don’t know that “the last hope of Khaenri'ah” is drinking shots in the Mondstadt tavern. Again, it doesn’t even matter if Kaeya is from Eclipse dynasty or not, the mere fact of his existence would change everything, why do you think Hoyo keeps namedropping him in every Dain’s quest, but never lets them meet. He would be a gamechanger for the both sides. 

Another assumption you seem to be making is that abyss sibling belongs to  Khaenri'ah when you say “abyss-sibling wouldn't forget/not know about *their* actual prince”. The Traveler siblings are not Khaenri'ahns, if they were, Dain wouldn’t call himself the only survivor who was not transformed, he obviously knows abyss sibling exists. also, does it not seems off to you that the Traveler says that they and abyss sibling came to this world 500 years ago, saw the destruction of Khaenri'ah, tried to leave and were stopped by the Sustainer of Heavenly Principles? How could this be if the siblings were indeed from Khaenri'ah? And would the Traveler not know already know what Khaenri'ah is and why it fell? And like, know who Dainsleif is? How can the siblings be from Khaenri'ah and only enter Teyvat at the moment of Khaenri'ah's destruction at the same time?  

One theory that I personally agree with is that the traveler siblings are not from  Khaenri'ah, but from the more ancient civilization that fell long time ago when the Second Throne came, and Khaenri'ah was built on the ruins of this civilization. We know that Enkanomyia was part of world-wide ancient civilization before the fall and also that there was even more ancient civilization of the Seelies, so both are valid options. The theory is that the Travelers left at the destruction of their much more ancient home and traveled for so long, they don’t even recognize their home when they return to Teyvat. That would explain the inteyvat flowers in Lumine’s hair even if she’s not abyss sibling - they only grow in  Khaenri'ah, but if Lumine and Aether are from civilization that was in the same place as  Khaenri'ah many hundreds years ago, it would make sense why she has the flowers, but doesn’t know what Khaenri'ah is. In this case, when abyss sibling talks about “homeland” they don’t mean exactly Khaenri'ah, but the place where Khaenri'ah was built on.

Another thing that supports it is that hilichurls have different tribe markings, and some of them clearly reference Khaenri'ah sigil, but many others don’t. So it’s very possible that Khaenri'ah is not the first nation to be transformed into monsters by this curse, that the hilichurls contain remnants of several different civilizations, one of which was the Traveler’s destroyed ancient home. 

as for why Kaeya is theorized to be Khaenri'ah‘s prince - it’s a popular theory, so I’m not going to go into detailed explanations, I’m sure you can easily find them, but why I personally believe it - Alberich is the reference to the dwarven king from Nibelungen saga + sword from heaven explaining “the stealing” you seem to be confused about+ Kaeya’s C1 called “Excellent blood” + his voiceline “Haha, then according to that logic, I at the very least am some royal progeny of a last reigning dynasty too, right?” + he’s absolutely covered head to toe in “Khaenri'ah stars” which are confirmed in the Chasm to be from the banner of the Khaenri’ah royal house. It’s all not very subtle when you put the pieces together, tbh.

[ragingbookdragon]

She's A Bird! She's A Plane! She's...Spiderwoman?

Justice League x Reader One-Shot

Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: IDK where this came from but I was watching ITSV, so...there's that. Enjoy! -Thorne

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“This is your fault,” Barry griped, hacking away at the glowing fauna with the makeshift machete—in reality it was just a really big stick that had a really sharp rock tied to the end. “I told you our trajectory was off and what did you do? You said, ‘I’m Hal Jordan, the greatest pilot in the world. Watch my big head crash us on an alien planet where our central battery gets displaced during the impromptu crash land and thrown miles from our position’.”

“Do you want some cheese with all that whine, Bar?” Hal asked, an unimpressed scowl on his face as he illuminated their footpath. “It’s not my fault the orbital windspeeds were faster than the sensors picked up on. Blame the tech, not me.”

“That sounds like you’re just trying to pass off the blame,” he shot back, swiping down at another vine that wriggled like a dying snake and spat out fluorescent blue liquid on the broken end. “Y’know? Like you do best?”

“Seriously, find a better thing to do than complain, Flash. We’ve got bigger fish to fry than blaming each other.”

“Each other? I didn’t do anything! This was all you!” Barry spun on Hal and glared at him.

They glowered at each other when a clicking sound echoed above them and they both jumped a foot in the air, spinning back-to-back as they looked around in every direction, up and down and side to side.

“What the hell was that?” Hal worried.

“I don’t know,” Barry replied, just as concerned. “It sounded like clacking.”

“That did not sound like a chicken.”

“Clacking, Hal, not clucking.”

“Same thing,” he retorted, lifting his arm in the air, shining a bright green light amongst the glowing red treetops. A bunch of branches, neon red leaves and purple flowers, a darting limb—a darting limb?

Hal shifted the light back, jolting Barry’s shoulder in the process. “What is it?”

“There’s something above us,” he whispered, watching with cautious eyes as something shifted on the main branch of the tree, the outline of a dark head coming out, just enough to catch the edge of their bright gold eye. “It’s watching us.”

The something shifted back into cover, the clacking sounding once more, then the treetop ruffled, dropping red and purple fauna on the two men as it jumped to another tree. Hal tried to follow it, but it was too fast for his eyes; the only thing it left behind though was a string of long white webbing, hanging down from the blue tree branch. And Hal being the idiot he was, decided to touch it to see if he could figure out what it was, and only managed to get it all over his hands.

He pouted, trying to pull apart his hands. “It’s sticky.”

Barry let out a long and heavy sigh, placing one hand at the small of his best friend’s back, the other holding the machete. “Come on, dumb-dumb. Let’s go find that thing again.”

“Isn’t that the opposite of how the survivors live? I know we’re white, but I didn’t think we were that white.” He was half tempted to see if he could gnaw the webbing with his teeth. “This shit isn’t coming off.”

“Here,” Barry said, vibrating his hand as fast as he could and to Hal’s surprise, the webbing cut, falling to the ground.

“Thanks!” he chirped, holding his arm out again to shine his ring. “What do you think that thing was?”

“Alien lifeform.”

“No shit, Sherlock. What gave it away? The alien world?”

“I’ve just about had it with you,” Barry growled, cutting through another rough patch of vines. As the path cleared, they stepped out of the heavily forested area to see one older tree in the center of the circle. It rested atop what looked like an ancient cave, the rocks crumbling around the front.

“I’m not going in there,” Hal immediately stated. “You couldn’t pay me all the money the US owes in debt to go in there. Fuck that.”

“You’re such a big baby,” Barry chuckled, walking up to the entrance; it was about the twelve feet high and ten feet wide, big enough for the two of them to walk in. “Come on. It went in here.”

“Barry, please! Why aren’t you more worried about this?” Hal begged. “You should be more worried!”

“Hal, if it wanted to hurt us, it would’ve done so already.”

“Or maybe it’s luring us to our deaths!” he countered, even though he was following Barry into the cave.

There was more webbing along the walls of the cave, swirling around patterns of purple and blue. The farther they walked the stickier it got, and at one point, they were struggling to lift their feet off the cave floor to take the next step.

“Christ, what is this stuff?” Hal asked and Barry bent down, poking at the webbing.

“It’s like spider webbing, but stickier and stronger.” He vibrated his hand to dislodge it from the strings, then did it around Hal’s feet. “You might wanna float for now. I’ll vibrate my feet to keep from sticking.”

“Good idea,” Hal agreed, lifting a few inches off the ground. “Do you think the lifeform is intelligent?”

“Intelligent us or just intelligent?”

“Intelligent us.”

“Anything’s possible. It seemed sentient so I believe it’s probably intelligent.”

“What do you define as intelligent, Barry?” Hal questioned and the forensic scientist hummed.

“If it’s capable of calculus it’s intelligent.”

“Really? If it can do math homework you think it’s worthy?”

“Calculus is a difficult skill. You need the ability to think and to calculate in order to solve and understand it. That requires sentience and intellige—oh shit!” Barry’s words tipped into a yelp as the ground gave way beneath him and he sunk down, shouting all the way.

Hal’s eyes shot wide, and he flew down the hole. “Barry!” he yelled. “Barry where are—oof!” he collided with more of the webbing, this time enough that the entire left side of his body was stuck to it.

“Hal! You okay!”

He looked over, seeing Barry stuck on his back. “I’m okay? You!”

Barry nodded. “I’ve been better. What is this?” they looked around the best they could. Spiral upon spiral of iridescent webbings surrounded them, stuck to the walls for support, them in the center.

Hal’s eyes narrowed and he glowered at Barry. “I fucking told you it was luring us here.”

“Shut u—”

The clacking sounded above them and with panic, they both turned their eyes to the ceiling, watching as the alien lowered down near them. It looked like a human, two arms and two legs, no extra limbs at all. Hell, it didn’t even look like an alien spider; it just looked like a normal human, gazing down at them with two normal eyes. That was until it opened all six of its golden eyes and stared down at them with it’s mouth open, two one-inch fangs protruding from where the canines were.

“Ohshitohshitohshit,” Hal whispered, about to shit himself in terror.

The alien reached for Barry, and he watched as his friend sunk back into the webbing from the outstretched hand. Except he couldn’t go any farther and turned his head to the side, quietly whimpering as the long black claws touched his cheek.

“Barry!” Hal hissed and blue eyes met his, then,

“Friends!” the alien shouted. “New friends for Rhiezheveir to have!”

Their expressions pinched in confusion as the being started to twirl in the air, one hand holding to the webbing they’d lowered down on, the other elegantly flowing in the air.

“You can understand us?” Barry wondered and they looked down.

“Yes!” leaning down, they got in his face, and he saw the rather feminine looking features. “Rhiezheveir saw the ship come in the sky and land! I waited until you left it to search! The ship’s memory functions in this language!” she seemed rather excited. “Rhiezheveir found the core you were looking for! I did not know how to get you here to return it!”

She climbed up the webbing, disappearing quickly only to reappear with the ship’s core under her free arm. “Here it is! Rhiezheveir brought it back!”

“Why do you keep saying that?” Hal inquired and she lowered down next to his face, hers right in front of his.

“Saying what?”

“Rhieza-something-reservoir?”

“Rhiezheveir?” she offered, and he nodded.

“Yeah, that.”

“Rhiezheveir is my name! I am named after the brightest star in the Kosialaran sky!”

“In the what sky?” Barry asked.

“Kosialaran!” she answered. “This planet’s name! My planet!”

“Are there more of you?” Hal questioned. “You’re the only intelligent life we’ve seen besides bloodthirsty beats trying to eat us.”

“Yes, I saw you fight with the Erqurcus. They are not nice lizards. They like to bite Rhiezheveir when she tries to feed them.”

“Why do you refer to yourself in the third person?” Barry piped up. “Sometimes you use first too.”

“In Aissaveed culture, we commonly refer to ourselves in the third, though I learned from watching, that humans use first. Rhiezheveir is learning to mix them.” She smiled and the clacking sounded again.

Hal tried to look at her. “What is that noise?”

Bending down to his face again, she flashed her fangs. “They click when I get excited!”

Barry cleared his throat. “Um, Rhiezheveir, are there more of your kind in the area?”

“Not here. On the other side of the planet there is. Rhiezheveir has travelled far to get away from her people’s hunters. They do not like me.”

“How come?”

“Rhiezheveir broke tradition. Refused to be royal consort. Fled and hid here.” She let the tips of her toes touch the delicate silk webbing and then crouched, the web bouncing lightly with the weight. “Rhiezheveir is not welcome amongst her people anymore. I am alone now.”

“I’m sorry that happened to you,” Barry murmured, even empathetical of the alien. “You’re here all alone?”

“Yes! Though not anymore!” she patted both Hal and Barry’s thighs. “New friends!”

Hal wiggled. “I hate to break it to you, Reservoir, but—”

“Rhiezheveir,” she corrected, and he sighed.

“Rhiezheveir. But we have to get back to our own planet. We have responsibilities.”

Barry nodded. “We need to get back to our ship.” he tugged against the webbing. “Can you help us get out of this? We’re stuck.”

“Of course!” she chirped, starting to snip the webbing with her claws.

“Wait a second!” Hal exclaimed. “There’s nothing underneath meAHHHHH!” the last thread snapped, and Hal tumbled down the dark and dimly lit cavern.

“Rhiezheveir!” Barry yelled. “What are you doing!”

She held up a finger in a wait motion, then a wet plop sounded, followed by, “NEVERMIND! I’M OKAY! THIS WATER SMELLS FUNNY THOUGH!”

The Speedster sighed. “Oh, there’s water down there.”

She looked at Barry oddly. “Rhiezheveir would not try to kill her new friends. That is not nice.” Snipping the lines around him, she held on as he fell and she let out a squeal as they dropped, though as Barry hit the water, she merely held on to the web in her hand, just above the body.

Barry broke the water and spit out the remaining in his mouth. “Water tastes funny too.”

Hal rolled his eyes. “Rhiezheveir, how do we get out of here?”

She smiled. “Follow me!” she shot out her free hand and another string of webbing left her hand, attaching to the roof of the cavern; letting go with her other hand, she swung like a monkey on a vine, then repeated the process, alternating her hands. And boy she was fast. Barry and Hal had to freehand like they were in the Olympics to keep up, and even then, it wasn’t fast enough.

***

By the time they made it back to the ship, their hair and clothes had dried off. They noticed that she didn’t like to be on the ground and crawled along the tree limbs above them. Bioluminescent flower petals shook from the branches every time she moved, creating an aura of beautiful red and purple around them.

Barry took the battery from her and slot it back into place, watching as they ship powered back to life; he walked over to Hal who was sitting in the first seat. “Everything good?”

Hal nodded. “A few nicks here and there, but the engine and all other vital systems are good.” He looked up. “We should be good to go once the power levels reach operational.”

The Speedster smiled and turned to her. “Well, Rhiezheveir, this is goodbye.”

She merely blinked. “What do you mean goodbye? I am coming with you.”

“There’s not enough room,” Hal said, and she smiled, those fangs clacking as she raised her arms.

“I will make myself small!” her dark body illuminated in a bright gold, then the shape began to shrink and shift, eight long legs appearing out of the main shape that had evolved into two orb like shapes. When the glow dispersed, she raised her front legs and waved, then skittered up Barry’s leg and body to his head.

“I have a spider on my head.” He said dumbly. “I have an alien spider nuzzling my hair.” Barry looked at Hal. “There’s a spider in my hair.”

Hal shrugged. “So long as it stays on you, we’re good.” He peered at her. “Rhiezheveir, can you understand us in there?”

She waved her front legs as Barry climbed into the ship, sitting on his seat; she scurried down his head to his shoulder and sat there, perfectly balanced, her beady golden eyes occasionally blinking.

“That’s a big ass spider,” Hal noted.

“She reminds me of a Goliath birdeater.”

“A what now?”

“Goliath birdeater. It’s the biggest spider on earth.” He examined her. “But her legs are so long…like a huntsman spiders’. I wonder if she’s got the abilities of different species?”

Barry reached up, holding out his hand and she climbed on it, letting him lower her to his lap. “Can you sit there while we take off, Rhiezheveir? Once were out of atmosphere, you can wander around the cockpit.”

All she merely did was raise her front legs and wave them once more before settling on his thighs, curling her legs in contently; he smiled down at her, then the realization of what bringing her meant and he blurted out, “I have no idea how we’re going to explain this to the others.”

“What do you mean?” Hal questioned.

Barry looked at him. “The crash land will be easy—you’re an idiot.” He ignored Hal’s outcry of offense and gestured to her. “How do we explain we picked up a shapeshifting spider…lady?”

Hal shrugged. “Hostile environment navigated by a peaceful intelligent lifeform who managed to be a stowaway?”

“I like the first half up until ‘who’.” Barry met his gaze. “She was threatened by her own people and begged to help her flee?”

The pilot pursed his lips. “We’ll need to use her reasoning for leaving. The whole royal consort business.”

“Sounds good.” Barry glanced down at her. “Rhiezheveir, does that sound—oh…I think she’s asleep.”

Hal looked down to Barry’s lap and sure enough, the hand-sized spider wasn’t moving on his legs other than the occasional leg twitch. “Sure she didn’t die?”

“Hal!” Barry hissed. “Don’t be mean!” he gently scratched her the top of her abdomen with his pointer finger.

“You’ve pack-bonded with a spider,” Hal noted. “Nice job, buddy.”

“Oh, come on. Like you don’t find her friendly.”

“She’s a spider.”

“She’s an alien who turns into a spider.” He watched the planet get smaller and smaller as they exited the orbit and into the stars. “Bruce isn’t going to be happy that we brought an alien back.”

“I think the pressing matter is that we have no idea what she eats.”

“Bugs?”

“You said she was an alien who turns into a spider, Bar. What’s she going to eat when she’s human…like?”

“Meat?” Barry wiggled his fingers in Hal’s side. “Man-flesh.”

Hal choked on a laugh, batting at the hand against his ribs. “Stop that.” He steered the ship through a debrief field with ease. “We’d better figure out or she’ll eat somebody in the middle of a fight.”

“In a fight?” Barry asked.

Hal shot him a look. “We didn’t take this Lady Spider with us just to get her off her home-world. She’s gonna help out somewhere.” He shrugged. “Might as well stick her in the Justice League.”

Barry’s lips pulled satisfactory. “That’s…actually a good idea.” He smiled. “I can’t wait to show her to Bruce. You know he doesn’t like spiders?”

“He’s scared of spiders?”

“I didn’t say he was scared of them, Hal. He just doesn’t like them. I think creepy crawlies make his skin crawl.”

Hal shoved him in the arm. “Don’t call her creepy crawly. She’s a pretty spider.”

“What happened to making fun of her?” Barry smirked. “You pack-bonded with the pretty alien spider lady, didn’t you?”

“Shut up,” Hal griped, going still when she shifted and crawled up the dash of the ship and stared out the window; she turned, waving her front legs. “Yeah Rhiezheveir? What is it?”

She pointed to the stars, drawing her front legs in downward arcs as if to say, “Wow!”

“Pretty, isn’t it?” Barry murmured and she did it again; he looked curiously at her. “Hey Rhiezheveir, you can understand us, right?”

She waved.

“Okay. Since you can’t talk to us until we get back, how about this—front legs up is ‘yes’ and front legs down is ‘no’. Do you understand?”

She lifted her legs up and he grinned.

“Good. Now, do you like warm places?”

Her legs went up, then down.

“Sort of?”

Up.

“You like warm and cool weather?”

Up.

“We’re going back to our world. There’re many habitats there. Some really hot and really cold. Others are in the middle.” He explained, watching her almost nod. “We’ll be meeting the group Hal and I work with on another ship. You’ll have to stay there for the time being. Is that okay?”

She lifted her legs up.

Hal leaned over. “Rhiezheveir, are you a spider that sometimes turns into a lady?”

Her legs stayed down.

“So, you’re a lady that sometimes turns into a spider?”

Up.

“Nice. Can you fight?”

Up and waving wildly.

Barry looked at Hal then back to her. “You said you refused the position of royal consort. Were you chosen because you could fight?”

Up.

“So, you escaped because you didn’t want to be forced into that position?”

Still up.

Barry nodded solemnly. “Rest assured, Rhiezheveir, you won’t be forced into anything like that on Earth. You’ll be free and able to live openly and not in hiding.”

Her legs stilled in the air, then the curled and Hal muttered, “I think you overwhelmed her emotionally.”

The Speedster cupped the spider in his hands, letting her crawl back into his lap. “Sorry, Rhiezheveir. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

She merely snuggled into his lap and stayed there.

“Rhiezheveir,” Hal started. “Your name is really complicated for humans to say. While I think it would be a good identity for a superhero life, I think you should find an easier name for people to use.”

She waved a single leg, signaling she was listening.

“How about (Y/N)?”

Barry smiled. “Ooo, I like (Y/N). That’s a pretty name.”

She raised her front legs and waved them excitedly.

“I think Rhiezheveir likes it too.” He scratched her torso. “Welcome to the Justice League (Y/N). You’re gonna fit in perfectly.”

(Y/N) waved her front legs, rearing up on her back.

“HOLY FUCK LOOK AT THE SIZE OF HER FANGS!” Hal shouted.

[laufeyamp]

Sin

SUMMARY.  ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- unique privileges and the life of luxury granted to the royal families have always been envious. Though, there’s rules that reins every reigning monarch which they ought to obey for the sake of all living creatures in one’s kingdom. However, there’s no black or white in love, is there?

PAIRING. loki x princess/prince!gender neutral reader WORD COUNT. 1.132k IB. fear street 1666

THIS WORK CONTAINS angst, mentions of death penalty, fluff

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“I confess,” the phrases passed his moistened lips without any further hesitation or consideration regarding the excruciating consequences of his, or perhaps your actions. “No,” your protest turned into an impotent whimper as your fingers found his cold porcelain hands in the pitch blackness of the church, apprehension of what’s about to arrive started filling your heaving chest. “No, please.” In the dusk demesnes of night, he’s thoroughly aware of your effort in  swallowing your blubbers, not to mention the silent tears which drained out of your reddened eyes. It shattered his soul to watch you weep in fear, reminding him of how he’d failed in the role of your lover and leading him to second-guess the path he’s chosen for the both of you. You're the only one who’s capable of dissuading him without endeavoring after all, seeing that you’re the source of both his determination and faith in all.  The snivels from your runny nose you wished to stifle were slightly reverberating throughout the quiet church, your vocal cords refusing to utter your enunciation respecting the severity of his resolution which played in your mind. He waited meekly, all the while wiping your warm tears away with the pad of his thumb hushedly. “You’ll have your head hacked off,” your voice quavered quietly after moments of struggles with vocalizing what’s been fretting you, sorrow welled your chest just at the thought of it. “I can’t lose you.”

As absurd as it may come off as, the sovereigns of all kingdoms in the Nine Realms have always complied with this regulation involving relations between provinces which was passed down by the ancient gods over countless decades. There are accursed bonds that must be sundered afore it worsens to the point of no returning, misdeeds that shall be redeemed only with the blood of the miscreants in order to halt history from repeating itself. Once, this statute had been taken lightly by the majority of the population until marriage between two young adults of noble families occurred in an attempt to unite both empires. The connection formed between the pair was ill-fated due to their respective native lands, and they had been warned on the day of their espousal with a heavy storm which destructed plenty of infrastructures, causing inconvenience to the people of both kingdoms. Nevertheless, the deterrents and hints given had been unfortunately neglected by all and sundry. The disobedience and ignorance of the people enraged the Lord, resulting the lands to spoil, threatening both territories’ ability to grow food crops; sunlight could barely be seen as acidic raindrops started to fall from the sky frequently, damaging the quality of their soil and herbs; as well as the beasts which had a ruthless carnage amongst them, slaughtering species of their own. The utter mayhem came to an end after weeks of torment with the remaining survivors lynching the engaged couple at dawn. The unbelievably massive amount of lives lost and annihilation of both dominions caused by this historic occasion had captured the heed of many, leading them to play it by the book.

He inched further, planting a tender kiss on your forehead affectionately as an act of comfort with your face in his palms. “So will they do the same to you.” Asgard and Vanaheim were never bound to share any form of alliance for the grievous repercussion which disastrously followed, and to those who defy will be viciously beheaded, notwithstanding their identities. Considering that you’re a dynast of Vanaheim, you had been apprised and sternly forewarned to never mingle with the people of Asgard since you were a child. Despite of the years you’d spent keeping every Asgardian you’ve encountered during events at arm’s length prudently, you had still fallen head over heels for the prince of Asgard you’ve ran into in the course of your stay on Midgard. The universe and nature always has it’s ways to connect two points that were destined to touch, you suppose. “And I can’t afford losing you either,” he stared into your orbs, where he’d seen the entire universe dance in, reflecting everything that matters far more than his rivalry with his elder brother for the throne. The strong urge to allow those two phrases which could and would permanently change your life slip from your lips was growing more and more irresistible— and with the endless devotion and fidelity written in his eyes, voicing the truth in his words therewithal.

Far too lost in your indecisiveness and uncertainty which trapped you in a quandary, you hadn’t noticed the arrival of both Asgard and Vanaheim’s royal guards, who had been sent on a lookout for any hints of your whereabouts. He removed his hands which were cupping your cheeks to your waist and arm, pulling you to one of the pews as your temporary hideaway protectively and with a swift wave of his hand, olive green gas encircled the door locks of the church, sealing the entrances.  The clicks startled the vigilant guards, worse luck. “I do not wish to pressure you,” he spoke, his loving gaze returned to his lover and accomplice after he ensured that his little spell is capable of holding them off momentarily. “It’s your decision to make.” Apart from the death penalties mentioned upon the culprits, there’s another obscure method to cease this havoc, to form immunity towards it’s sequels apparently. ‘All sins committed ought to be confessed earnestly, in an effort to obtain absolution,’ had been blazoned across the believers of all realms, written in the sheets of bound sets regarding beliefs as one’s repentance and remorse is incomparable, leaving gore no match for it. Nonetheless, it’s presumed to be wholly inadequate due to the lack of penitence showed and experienced by the sinners themselves, resulting this alternative way to be diminished in deliberations.

“I confess,” overall... it’s always worth a try, isn’t it? Loki heaved a euphoric sigh of relief, the weight of fear instantly dissipated in the sight of your curled lips which formed the sweetest smile he’s ever espied. And with the connection of your lips, he erased the remaining gap between the both of you, tears of joy that had been threatening to spill over lingered on his cheeks. One of the doors of the church swung open rapidly from the vandalization carried out by the armed guards, successfully forcing their way in one way or another. But it was all too late. Emerald gas started engulfing both of your figures whilst he inched further, devouring your lips ever so eagerly as his slender fingers found it’s way to tilt your chin up. His teleportation spell ushered you to somewhere else, where you were able to attach your lips with his under broad daylight, without having to conceal your true identities.

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Spirits of Calamities Part 21

“Is this what is destined to come to pass?”

Master list...Part 20

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Two men trudged up the mountain, bundled in ragged furs, their faces red from cold and their hands stiff.  They led an ox that snorted a hot cloud in the air as it dragged a cart that hung heavy behind it.  

Rhoam held in his relief so see survivors.  They looked so worn. And if the Spirit was keeping him here, then there must be something horrible that she wished him to see.

The men panted when they finally got the cart up the steep hill, as if they had hauled the cart themselves.  "You didn't tell me it would be this much work," one complained.  "Or this cold."

"We have to do what we can."

"No, we don't.  It's too good for him."

Despite these protestations, they set to work, painstakingly turning the cart and backing it up.  They grabbed a pair of ropes and tugged, straining to move a massive stone from the cart, lifting it onto its side and anchoring the ropes to the ground to hold it up while they wedged smaller stones around its base.

Rhoam didn't think he really needed to see all of this, as it went on for quite some time, but the Spirit stood immovable beside him.  Maybe any second they would...

They did not.  It seemed they took hours to construct their pile of rocks, perhaps as a new way to torture him. 

When they were done, they stood back, tilting their heads up at the structure as if expecting it to do something. 

It did not, and one of them sighed and brushed his hands on his pants.  He headed back to the cart, where he removed something longer and thicker than his own arm, wrapped clumsily in cloth.  It was revealed to be a sword.  It was so charred that at first he thought it a royal guard's claymore.  But as the man came closer, the gold caught the light.

Rhoam didn't know if he had it in him to feel much at the sight.  It was his sword.  So he had died.  But his death was just one more thing in the list of tragedies.  One that was a footnote, almost deserved.  His death was no consequence when compared to the thousands of deaths that the Calamity had caused.  The deaths of the Champions.  Zelda's sacrifice.  

The man took the sword in both hands and stabbed it into the ground, intending to use it as a marker of Rhoam's tomb.  But the ground was frozen, and he poked and hacked, Rhoam cringing at the disrespect shown to his blade more than the disrespect done to himself.  The second man came to join him, and or a while, they bent down to dig a hole.  One stabbed the sword as deep as he could, and the other pushed rocks and snow around its base until it stood on its own.

They stood back, wary that the sword might fall, and breathed a sigh of relief when it stayed upright.

"Welp," one man said.  "May his spirit not haunt us."  Then he spat on the ground.

"We should give him a proper send off.  He was king, after all."

"Why does he deserve a proper send off?  He's the one that lead us into this mess.  My village are the ones who deserve a proper send off. At least they cared about Hyrule."  To himself he muttered, "At least they cared about anything."

Rhoam lowered his head to rub his forehead.  "No more, Spirit.  You've made your point."

He didn't even care that these men despised him.  He failed them.  He was their king, and it was his job to protect them, and in that he had failed.  Cursing his name was warranted.

But the fact that it was all for nothing.  Those were Zelda's words.  All for nothing.  His legacy was not safety and security.  It was not victory.  It was not a brilliant daughter who would lead after him.  His whole life, everything he had given for his country, the worry and the late nights, the relationship he'd sacrificed with his daughter, everything amounted to a pile of stones.

The men gathered the ox and cart and trudged back down the mountain. 

When they were half way down, the sword fell over into the snow.

"Spirit, please, tell me.  Is what you have shown me what is destined to come to pass, or is it what may come to pass?  Tell me there is still hope.  Tell me that if I change I can divert this course.  I can save my people.  I can protect my daughter.  Why show me these things if they are set in stone?!"

She stared at him for a long moment, then reached up and took the edge of her hood, pushing it back to reveal the shine of brown hair and a royal tiara.  Her features where delicate, pale as if frozen.  She reminded him in ways of his daughter.

But then she lifted her eyes--her red, fiery eyes of one possessed, of one consumed by the Calamity.  The same black veins that marred her hands climbed up her throat.  And she glared at him so sharply that he stumbled back.

Her voice was clear, melodic, but with an unearthly echo.  "See the forest through the trees."

He gasped and woke in his bed with the morning light shining.

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Part 22

[chaoticgearz]

From my short attention span and my plot bunny form being overrun by rabid rabbits that's just begging to be let out-

Lucky Guy as The Fallen King of Dogwarts

Because this man is a glorified self insert due to his lack of lore and very minimal character traits. Seriously, give this man some lore and some more skins y'all are depriving him at this rate.

General Description

He'd definitely be on the taller side amongst the other survivors and a lot bulkier with muscles

Long hair tied like one of those dead moms you see in anime

Since he's mostly based off RenDog, he has wolf ears that are constantly raised to attention and a fluffy tail, though no one dares to touch it unless they wanna risk pissing him off.

Sharp fangs as well as short and well taken care of claws

He probably has that 19/7 resting bitch face (he needs that 5 hour beauty sleep)

Scars from the explosion! He does his best to cover them since he doesn't want to make anyone uncomfortable

He also has a scar from when Martyn hacked his neck so that he can become a red life, which he also hides

Really rocks that War Tyrant/King kind of aesthetic. His main colours are Red, Black, Grey and the occasional White.

He's got them shades to shield his eyes from the haters (He has sensitive eyes)

Headcanons

When he was first introduced, everyone thought he was a Hunter due to the vibes he gives off as well as the fact that he has them wolf like features and his scars

(Joseph was so happy over the idea of having a Hunter being shorter than him that wasn't Robbie or Yidhra's follower)

So imagine their surprise when he enters the survivor's side of the waiting room and plops down onto one of the chairs

Naib asked him if he realized that he entered the wrong side and Lucky replied, "Is this not the survivor's side? Because I'm pretty sure I'm a survivor." Cue the disk scratch soundtrack

He makes for a decent kiter and a good rescue

His traits include,

Howl To The Moon: Lucky is able to see survivors who're within 12 meters from him

King's Men: Movement Speed is increased by 3%/5%/7% the longer you kite the hunter and dropping pallets would decrease the Hunter's stun recovery by 8%

Bleeding Heart: Decoding speed and Healing speed decreases when a survivor is place on a rocket chair

He acts pretty aggressive and is very active when he's on the field

He seems very fond of Chasing Shadows as well as Duo Hunters, participating in as many as he can

Outside of matches though, he's relatively a chill person and is surprisingly friendly to both Survivors and Hunters

His favourite dish is Tempura and Fried Egg

He often has tea parties with Memory and would teach her "royal manners" if she asked him

Robbie likes playing tag with him since he's really quick despite his bulky stature and it's always fun trying to chase the other

Kreacher tried to steal from him, which is how he discovered that Lucky keeps diamonds in his pockets but the other merely handed him an emerald and took back the diamond he tried to steal, leaving the thief stunned (he can't craft any weapons with emeralds after all)

Yes, he works with Minecraft logic and it's hilarious

He likes to hang around the gardens and often naps under the trees

Friendships

So far he's managed to befriend Andrew, Naib, Helena, Wick (he wasn't able to befriend Victor yet since the other was terrified of him) and Mike

The Hunters he managed to befriend are Bloody Mary and Joseph

His friendship with Andrew mostly happened because his first meeting with the gravekeeper had been him falling into one of Andrew's burrowing holes

Andrew apologized profusely when he found Lucky stuck in his holes and helped pull him out

While he was pretty annoyed from getting stuck, he easily forgives the Gravekeeper when he apologized and invited him to join him to another of Memory's tea parties

He hits it off with Naib after the initial confusion of him being a survivor happened

They both the type who sought after peace and justice, even if their ideas to obtain it differs from one another

His friendship with Helena was built on the fact that they both spend a lot of time in the library

He'd follow her around a lot and she doesn't really mind it since she feels much safer whenever he's around. Not to mention, Lucky is such a kind person!

Mike had been curious whether or not Lucky had any dog like instincts and threw a ball at him, which the other caught almost immediately

It ends up with the two playing an intense game of fetch and promising to play again tomorrow

Mary was the one that gave him the tour around the mansion and since they're both royalty, they hit it off right away

Short kings stick together, or at least that's what Joseph thought before it was revealed that Lucky is a survivor, not a Hunter

He still gets along well with Lucky and they'd share their interests with one another

[buttterknifeee]

the bat boys play roblox hc

oo yuh get it i guess

Dick

obbies of course

definitely plays tower of hell, probably like level 10

tells people to friend him on roblox

has like 100+ friends on there

can’t go by dick because of censors <//3

IMAGINE IT BEING LIKE “hey guys my names ####”

Jason

plays shooting games

always starts out at level one but does so well people think hes hacking

plays roleplay games secretly

definitely royale high

has one of those long ass names

jason/ 18/ jock/half werewolf/half zombie/super muscular/wants a girlfriend/ king of the vampires/ super hot

Tim

simulators/tycoons

will hyperfixate on one at a time until he gets to the highest level

definitely bought robux

looks all aestheticy and shit

has had roblox for the past 5 years

has like 1000 achievements

Duke

those knockoff game shows

like survivor, total dram island, etc

will start drama in the chat

“ur literally cheating” “im voting u off lol”

found out that you can say “shart” in the chat and says it all the time

Damian

BARON TRUMP SITUATION

like he doesn’t play but people assume some account that’s like “damianwayne2007″ is his and they all follow it

it got to a point where bruce had to put out a public statement saying that damian doesn’t play roblox just so people will stop asking him in interviews

does play horror games from dicks account tho

BONUS: Alfred

is a roblox dev