#the way of kings prime spoilers

[shouldprobablybereading]

Because I’m tired over parenting debates where the only true answer is Straff, who’s the worst sibling?

Motivations under the cut:

Reen - Was physically and psychologically abusive towards his sister.

Zane - Tried to have his brother assasinated and tried to make his sister in law fall in love with him because he was jealous and when she didn't reciprocrate tried to kill her as well. Also got multiple of his other siblings killed during the previously mentioned assassination attempt.

Gavilar - Used his brother as a weapon and then used his following ptsd and addiction as a way to manipulate him. He also persued the girl he knew his brother wanted to court.

Dalinar - Was about to kill his brother once, got drunk and didn’t listen during his meetings and eventually fucked his widow (which is good for her but I imagine Gavilar would take issue).

Telsin - Faked her death, killed her brother, then tried to nuke his home city.

Eventeo - Took the throne from his brother and banished him.

Kiin - Tried to take the throne back from his brother by force.

Balat - Let his sister deal with their family problems and feel responsible for him and their brothers despite being the youngest.

Helaran - Left his siblings alone with their abusive father.

Kelsier - Died? And fought over a girl.

Venli - Set off events that led to her sisters death, kinda. Idk it's not her I just wanted more women on the list.

Prime Elhokar - Had one of his sisters closest allies murdered in front of her. Basically locked her up so she couldn't tell anyone and then married her off to Sadeas/Amaram against her wishes.

[r0semultiverse]

Hey um I'm concerned...

"Is this true, fellow Petrikov?"

Something something about the cycle repeating. 👀

[paperrcrownss]

some season 1 prime defenders + some s2 design thoughts :]

[themoonstonechronicler]

I can't be the only one who desperately wants a sequel to the way of kings prime. like obviously it's never going to happen, and the book is very flawed, but i want to know what the hell was going on.

[favcharacterpoll]

ROUND 5 MATCH 13: SCAR VS. SOUNDWAVE

Goodtimeswithscar from Third Life faces Soundwave from Transformers. Who do you like more?

Scar Propaganda:

"Swindling everyone is always great"

"The best time ever. Scitties. Jellie the cat. Mr Rizz himself. Ect."

"PLEASE THIRD LIFE SCAR IS JUST A LITTLE GUY JUST A LITTLE GUY WHO WANTS TO KEEP HIS SHIRT OFF AND CAUSE DEATH AND DESTRUCTION WITH HIS UNHINGED BESTIE AND HE LOVES WITH ALL HIS HEART HIS LLAMA NAMED PIZZA"

“scar is the server con man. he’s absolutely delightful. he’s got max charisma so he WILL sell you anything and everything. it will be useless but you will buy it anyway, sometime later this week he will also murder you. he tries to run a monopoly on sand whilst living in a giant desert. he sells “reputation points” to people under the promise that he won’t murder them if their scores are high enough (he’s lying), he will burn your precious tree down. he will turn and look to you with the sweetest voice and the most precious smile and declare that he’s going to murder everyone. and he will, you will too. and then he will let you beat him to death at the end of this brutal game. you won but at what cost? then you will jump to your death, because you cannot handle being the lone survivor.”

"VOTE SCAR OR ILL KILL YOU NOW in a chill and fun way tho"

"AWOOGA SCITTES"

"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"

"THAT FUCKING CACTUS CIRCLE"

"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"

"YOU ARE NOT IMMUNE TO THE GOOD TIMES"

"you are not immune to the good times"

"you are not immune to the good times"

Soundwave Propaganda:

"In like every show ever once he's not there/kidnapped/dead the entire Decepticon fucking faction goes to shambles. Ex: in transformers: Prime, (SPOILER!)

once he was "banished to the shadow realm" Megatron literally died and they lost the war 💀💀"

"Soundwave never loses in a poll"

"SOUNDWAVE MY BELOVED his back is so so sore from single-handedly holding up the Decepticon cause every vote for him is 1 more ibuprofen tablet given to him"

"Soundwave is the funniest fucking character in transformers because he's literally the straight man in every situation he's in with the decepticons, because all of them are absolutely incompetent at their job due to them being too focused on infighting. When Megatron died in FOC Soundwave was the one who literally put him back together and by extension, fucked everything over for everyone else because in this specific continuity Megatron just happened to be addicted to space meth.

However it can be so easy to see Soundwave as emotionless because of his straight-man role and his monotone speaking patterns, but Soundwave has plenty of emotions that he displays throughout the years, most notably being when he's dealing with the cassettes (aka his children), and can range from being soft-spoken with them, to full-out enabling their violent tendencies and letting them go ham at beating the shit out of teammates (shout out to that one g1 clip where Soundwave tries to hold back his kids for like a single second before saying "fuck it" and letting them go for the eyes).

Even outside of the cassettes though, he's very expressive in his own way. In fact, he's the KING of pettiness and sass when he wants to be. He literally plays his own supervillain music when walking the halls, he's not above insulting the other deceptions when their arguments are bullshit to him, even when faced with the destruction of the world he was like "nah" until he saw his boyfriend getting injured and went "REAL SHIT" (there's literally memes about this it's so funny). Speaking of friends, he actually has a lot of interesting dynamics with the people around him, especially when it comes to the decepticon high command. He's described as Megatron's most trusted advisor, he's somewhat amicable with Starscream (who's his own brand of frustration), and he and Shockwave even seem to get along pretty well (to the point they have a biologically fucked up tube son together?? It's been years since I've watched Siege but I swear that was what lead to Soundblaster), and did I mention he's gay? I'm pretty sure he and Cosmos are in a relationship together in the IDW comics or at least have a mutual attraction, it's cute.

Also speaking of IDW Soundwave: he likes elephants. They're his favourite animal and he loves them to the point where after he died in the comics, his kids specifically started targeting elephant poachers because they knew Soundwave would want that.

Have I mentioned he has a cat dad in the IDW comics. Like his dad is a literal robot cat that found him when he was having a sensory overload in the middle of the streets. Have these panels from when his dad died and he wasn't even there to see it! He just knew 💖

And have I mentioned he's met Fluttershy? Because he canonically met Fluttershy and let his cassettes play with her (while DELAYING HIS MISSION. THAT'S HUGE IN SOUNDWAVE LANGUAGE.)

There's also him being the reigning champion of best robot husband, but that's a whole other situation which is also really funny."

[thecrownnetflixuk]

Fond Farewells Mark the End of an Era for The Crown.

Pt 2 of Season 6 Accedes to the Next Generation – But Reigns Most Triumphant Saluting Its Sovereign.

Review & gifs by L.L @The Crown TV

I wasn't sure what to expect from the final 6 preview episodes of The Crown. Part 1 gifted us with a season-defining performance from Elizabeth Debicki, but such intense focus on the tragedy of Diana and Dodi's deaths was heavy-going. How to move forward?

Not many TV shows stick the landing, but I believe The Crown does, mostly by putting Queen Elizabeth front and centre. In four different ways! But Part 2 takes a while to forge ahead and reign triumphant.

Ed McVey and Meg Bellamy make shy William and swotty Kate believable as a young couple who meet at university – or earlier, as per a flashback with (not Ghost!) Diana. I still found it hard to invest in their will-they-won't-they relationship (we already know they do.) 

Instead, it’s sisters Elizabeth and Margaret who have long been the emotional heart of this show; at every stage of their lives.

Former Oscar-nominee Lesley Manville (alongside Queen Imelda Staunton) is truly magnificent in Ep 8 as Princess Margaret, though it's painful watching this vibrant lady struggle as her health worsens.

Memories of the 1940's are a delight. However, I wish we'd seen more of wide-eyed teen Lilibet let loose (Viola Prettejohn) and carefree Marg (Beau Gadsdon) before older Margaret says her final goodbye.

Staunton saves her best for last, bringing dry humour, vulnerability as well as leadership to Ep 10. The 70+ min epic finale 'Sleep, Dearie Sleep' has its shaky moments, but beautifully completes Queen Elizabeth's story when it counts, bringing near-perfect closure. That alone elevates Season 6 beyond Season 5.

Warning - MAJOR SPOILERS AHEAD. This is my final *EVER* review (might be extra long!)

S6 is NOW ON NETFLIX - WATCH THE EPISODES before reading.

Images: courtesy of Netflix

Starting with less good news; the first couple of episodes of Part 2 were my least favourite. Ep 5, 'Willsmania', feels transitional, and a little stuck in the past. Following his mother's death, Prince William (Ed McVey; taking over from younger actor Rufus Kampa) turns inward as he struggles to cope with public attention and grief.

It's an understandable reaction to losing a parent, but Part 1 already spent nearly half a season on Dodi and Diana. It felt like we grieved in real time. As a result, whenever the subject of Diana crops up again in Part 2, it tends to weigh down both pace and narrative.

Ep 6 brings a welcome change of topic. This being The Crown, I'm sure there are critics poised to be offended by Queen Elizabeth's nightmare about Prime Minister Tony Blair being crowned king, but to me, his 'coronation' was hilarious, as was the choir boy singing Blair's cheesy Labour pop anthem.

It felt like deliberate tongue-in-cheek humour, an absurd reminder why monarchy might still be better than populist elected leaders.

I really wanted this episode to work, but it didn't go anywhere, and themes like tradition-vs-modernity were covered more effectively in episodes such as 'Marionettes.' Bertie Carvel has Tony Blair's voice down but suffers from comparisons with Michael Sheen, who was uncanny as the Prime Minister in 3 earlier Peter Morgan projects.

^ PM Tony Blair. The Women's Institute weren't fans of his grandstanding.

The Crown: The Next Generation fully arrives during Ep's 7, 9 & 10. Some will love it. Those who prefer more historical episodes with broader scope may be disappointed, as the show follows William and Kate through University life in the early 2000's.

The newcomers do bring fresh energy to the show. It helps that they cast Ed McVey and Meg Bellamy, who make a sweet couple as Will and Kate, even if William sometimes comes across as petulant.

Unlike Ed McVey as William, Luther Ford doesn't bear much physical resemblance to Prince Harry, other than red hair. Ford does however put in a good performance as Harry becomes increasingly reckless.

The Crown doesn't hide either Harry or William's bad behaviour. The brothers seem to get on well at the start, but it later seems like they're more at odds. Underneath a lot – a LOT – of boozing, both boys appear quietly screwed-up over their mother's death. Neither of them seem to enjoy playing happy families with Charles, either.

The show mostly concentrates on William and Kate, but there aren't many episodes left to develop a genuine romance. They have potential, but it feels fairly surface level. Suddenly, they rush to move into a house share together when we've barely seen them kiss. They (and we) needed more screen time to really get to know each other.

There's a bigger issue here with Kate's mother, Carole Middleton (Eve Best.) Pushy parent Carole is keen to play matchmaker between her 'commoner' daughter and the young eligible Prince, keeping tabs on William. Carole isn't as conniving, but ... didn't we just watch a similar storyline with Mohamed Al-Fayed/Dodi/Diana in Part 1?

^ Kate 'n' Will. Her Mum would frame this picture.

Ep 8 'Ritz' plays like a standalone film. Margaret's final story is touching, but upsetting, at times; I was a fan of Diana, yet sobbed as much for Margaret as the credits rolled, even though her eventual death isn't shown. In fact, her final goodbye is sensitively done and stands as a fitting tribute to the princess, as well as to the Queen.

Lesley Manville makes Margaret's predicament so real as her health slowly breaks down. She bounces back from one stroke, then another hits. How awful too for Elizabeth to watch a much-loved sister deteriorate, though it was wonderful to see Lilibet read Margaret a bedtime story. It brought out the warmer side of Staunton's Queen.

The scene where Margaret scalds her feet in the bath is genuinely horrifying. I've suffered from ill health and loss of control myself and this was so much worse. I could feel her pain. That poor woman.

Human moments are where The Crown excels; through this episode, this working-class lass from a council house could somehow relate to a Princess in a palace. Peter Morgan has surely done more to humanise the royal family than any P.R team ever could.

^ Fans of Margaret (and Lesley Manville) prepare yourselves for her sad final journey.

Onto the big reveal: when I mentioned at the start there are FOUR ways Queen Elizabeth appears – this is what I meant:-

^ Newcomer Viola Prettejohn plays teenage Princess Elizabeth.

^ & there's Olivia Colman & Claire Foy alongside older Queen Imelda Staunton.

Satisfyingly, all 3 of The Crown's leading ladies return to close the show. Olivia Colman and Claire Foy each have an additional scene, too (I won't spoil the entire finale, as it covers a lot of ground in over 70 mins, but Olivia and Claire aren't back as 'ghosts.')

As we get older, the ghosts who speak loudest are our own; the former versions of us we berate ourselves with. Not everyone may warm to the Queen (sort of) talking to herself, but personally, I was thrilled to see these talented actors on screen together.

Foy's scene with Staunton is particularly effective, as the younger Queen gives her older self an old-fashioned dutiful talking to. It's somehow also credible that they're aspects of the same person.

It reminded me of Peter Morgan’s 2013 (extraordinary) play, ‘The Audience', which inspired this series, and included scenes where Helen Mirren shared the stage with young Elizabeth. That play is also why this theatre-fan started watching The Crown to begin with, and later went on to create this website.

When Ep 10 finished playing, my Netflix returned itself to Season 1. 60 episodes over 7 years! I will miss the grand scale of The Crown, but appreciate the legacy which remains. Now feels like the right time for this story to end. A full-circle moment in more ways than one.

**Majestic thanks for reading, and to every person who has liked, reblogged, messaged, supported The Crown TV for all these years.

💎♕You each deserve a Crown of your own!♕💎**

N.B: These are my humble opinions at this point in time. No offence is intended. Agreement = lovely; not compulsory. Disagreement = happens; kindly coexist. Ta!

[thestormlightnetwork]

reading The Way of Kings Prime, and now that I don't have any tests coming up I have time to both read books and make memes about them

bonus (HEAVY OATHBRINGER SPOILERS)

teee heee :)

[okkotsuus]

we all still die (satoru g.) !

features: satouru g.

contents: general tw. jjk manga spoilers (shibuya). angst. blood. death. kidnapping. blindfolds. death threats. narcissism. imprisonment. major character death (it’s not gojo). curses. trial. fear. crying. fighting. yelling. animal death. graphic descriptions. heartbreak. grief. ego death. inspired by willow tree march by the paper kites. 3.6k words

tagging: @king-of-dreamers

the tags are a doozy but i promise it's really not that bad...

gojo satoru was the strongest and the strongest was satoru gojo.

he was the peak of jujutsu society, of this era, of this world even. but you? you were so incredibly average that it almost disgusted him. you, y/n l/n, his classmate in his first year of jujutsu tech.

with a technique like yours, you were destined for greatness, your life was served to you on a silver platter. yet, you were so plain, so unassuming, so underwhelming,

gravitational manipulation, it was a technique from your family line that hadn’t been born into this world for the last thousand years. it was created back in jujutsu’s golden age: when sukuna and greats still roamed this earth. it was the mark of myth and legend, it was a shining light in jujutsu. but it was you who possessed it.

boring, unimaginative you. gojo was angry, because he too was a child of miracle, he was just like you. yet, the two of you were so different. he doubted that he was more different than anyone else.

he first meets you at school he’s loud and boisterous as he introduces himself. he knows who he is, and he is proud. “heya! i’m satoru gojo, who’re you?” his eyes peek over the rims of his sunglasses that are far too dark to see out of, they’re a blue that you’d never seen in this life.

“y/n l/n.” your answer is gruff and meek at the same time, hands shoving into your pocket as your back hunches to remove his sparkling pools of eyes from your view. gojo takes all offense to this.

he is the prime of jujutsu society. yet you do not even look at him, like some form of insubordination he feels a bitter spitefulness curl in his chest. you, this meek thing, dares to be so uncourteous to the pillar of jujutsu. gojo has one hell of an ego on him by the age of fifteen.

at this point, he decides he doesn’t like you. later on, yaga makes everyone introduce themselves and their techniques.

“suguru geto and i use curse manipulation.”

“ieiri shoko, i use reversed curse technique.”

“satoru gojo, bearer of the six eyes and limitless!” his eyes shift over to you, wanting to see that shock and awe that he got from the other two. but it never came. your hands stayed deep in your uniform pockets as you stared down at the ground, his blood boiled in a way it never had before.

you didn’t go to speak, until yaga prompted you. “y/n l/n, gravitational manipulation.” your eyes finally looked up from through  the shadow of your downcasted face. e/c eyes like unpolished gems, matte but such potential to glow.

gojo’s mouth flopped open like a fish, you, this meek thing. was also a miracle? in a semblance of something that was almost ego death, gojo realized that not everyone with power was like him. that was the first day that you entered staoru gojo’s radar.

satoru gojo sees you first use your technique in combat only a week later. you were assigned a solo mission, which he forcibly tagged along on, insisting you needed his help. satoru gojo has been a special grade sorcerer since practically the day he was born. so why were you, a second grade who’s name is not known to the world, assigned solo missions that even he is not privy to?

satoru gojo experiences true fear for the first time that day. he stands beside you watching as you stare at a curse, hands still comfortably concealed. the curse is writhing on the ground, letting out strangled chitters as it is crushed under some sort of invisible force. or rather, by gravity. it’s as if it is compressing, being contorted into some sort of compacted form that is so miserably small he begins to wonder if this is actually you doing this, with how you were, this couldn’t be you. 

the curse dies and before blinking, your eyes slide over to him, for the briefest moment gojo feels this crushing weight on his form. he is sent tumbling to his knees, but then it’s immediately gone. blood comes rushing from between his lips as tears are squeezed from those crystalline eyes. his entire body shakes, as if he had just bore the heaviest weight of all time, as if he was atlas bearing the weight of the world.

from this position, the first time he’d ever knelt before another, his eyes truly meet yours for the first time. in those endless, hollow pools of e/c, he sees a guilt swim. in your pockets your fists ball, you stalk off without him. a muttered apology is lost in the wind and the swirling of thoughts in the white-haired boy’s head.

this is the day that you become more than just a blip on satoru gojo’s radar. you become more than just another body in the room with him. you become known in his mind, you become y/n l/n to him.

you don’t see him for a week, avoiding him in some sort of guilty haze. gravitational manipulation was activated ocularly, which is why you tried your best to not look at people. lest you end up with accidental activation and another mangled body on the floor.

your curse claims its first life at the age of six, the day it manifests. your bright e/c eyes slide across the room to meet the family dog, who had been avoiding you for the last couple of hours. excitement surges through you as you continue to look at your beloved pet. the dog lets out a loud yelp as it’s fur is suddenly matted with blood, mangled as if smashed like a bug under a shoe.

a scream parts your lips as tears well in your eyes, obscuring your vision. a servant comes rushing in and when your eyes meet hers, she bears the same fate. squashed like a ketchup packet. your walls are red, your vision is red, everything is red.

but then your vision goes black, you feel a sharp pain in the side of your neck as a rough cloth is wrapped around your eyes. everything is foggy in this memory. all you know is that you woke up in complete darkness, that rough sheet of fabric wound tightly around your head.

you’re roughly grabbed as you are dragged into some sort of room, a faint candlelight seeps into the gaps of your blindfold, but you are unable to see anything but those amber splotches in the corner of your vision.

“let the records state that this is the trial to determine whether l/n y/n is a threat to jujutsu society, and whether they will be allowed to live.” blood pounds in your ears as you sit there, trying to soothe yourself by rocking back and forth. you are just six, a small child, yet you have killed about five people by know. you don’t remember any killings but that of the dog and your servant, but apparently it happened when you were being transported here.

you don’t remember much of the trial, only blips of shouting. you didn’t speak once, just sat there and sniveled, you are only six. what did they expect, for you to bed for your life? you hadn’t even lived yet, there was nothing for you to beg for. you had nothing to live for.

all you remember was being picked up from under your arms and being taken away by a large body, they were warm. so warm. you fell asleep almost instantly after contact.

you wake up without the blindfold on your face, your eyes open to see for the first time in nearly a week. everything is blurry before it focuses. the room is dim, a boring concrete box with one metal door. candles burn on the walls like some sort of medieval passageway.

when you stir, a smaller metal door opens and a rabbit hops in. your eyes shift to it and immediately it’s crushed, tangled and matted just like your dog. it’s leg twitches one last time before it dies.

a shriek rips from your dry throat, echoing in this cement boc as it reverberates and pierces your own ears.

a voice rings out, with no visible source. “y/n l/n, you will not leave this room until you can look at a human without instantly crushing them.”

they stayed true to their word. it took three weeks until you could look at a rabbit without killing it. two weeks for a cat. three weeks for a dog. four weeks for a monkey. after those three months you were allowed to look at a human, they sent the person in and they fell to their knees, blood pooling out of their mouth. but they did not immediately die. they later died of injuries, but it was not instant. so you were allowed to see the sun for the first time in three months. now, you were seven years old, spending your birthday in that miserable room.

you remained in the facility for seven more years. everyday you trained, you learned just how much pressure was needed to kill various species, from a fly to a human. it was ingrained into your mind. you learned how to target, how to crush a specific organ or body part. you became some sort of auto-kill machine. they also taught you how to reduce your own gravity, to reduce gravity on weapons. you became a soldier. you figured out that if you manipulated your gravity close enough you could fly. that was your favorite, it was the only time in your life where you had felt free.

you were freed under order of jujutsu officials, forced to go to a jujutsu high school so that they could perfect you into a weapon for the higher-ups. all your life that’s what you have been, a weapon.

but now, a week after nearly killing him, gojo satoru stands in front of you. he proclaims that if you were to use the full force of your technique that you wouldn’t kill him. he proclaims that his technique surpasses yours. you want to believe him, you really do. but you have too many bodies under your heel to take the risk.

“y/n l/n, you cannot kill me as i am right now!”

you shake your head and go to leave, but he catches you around your elbow, like a hook for him with your habit of keeping your hands concealed. your head spins and you lock eyes with him, delivering a slight force to try to get him to let go, but he does not budge. unlike last time, he stands strong, he remains unflinching, he remains the satoru gojo you had heard so much about.

your eyes widen as your heartbeat thunders in your ears.the pressure keeps increasing as you ready yourself to instantly cancel if needed, but he does not relent, he does not fall. the ground around him is cracking and crumbling inwards but he stands tall and true. you release, feeling your entire body lose tension, for the first time in seven years you feel your gaze soften.

you lower your gravity as you begin to float up, he remains hooked onto you, coming upwards with you. when jujutsu tech looks like a dollhouse, you stop ascending, choosing to stare at the boy in front of you.

this is the day that you recognize satoru gojo. as the burden of always being the strongest slips off your shoulders and onto his, you are truly free for the first time in your fifteen years of life. your hands leave your pocket as you hold his cheeks in your palms, limitless was turned off long ago as you lowered his gravity too.

your eyes meet his own and you feel a warmth spread in your chest.

“thank you satoru gojo, for lifting the burden of strength off my shoulders.” his eyes widened, those empty eyes of yours glimmered in the unfiltered sunlight like gemstones, shining and pure. your palms are warm against his cheeks, he cannot help but lean into your touch, like a cat.

that was the day satoru swore he would be the strongest, for the both of you. not for the world, not for the non-sorcerers, but for you. to keep this free euphoria splayed across your cheeks, to keep this warmth in his heart.

satoru gojo swears that you will not have to carry the burden of being the strongest ever again.

gojo satoru was the strongest and the strongest was satoru gojo.

but we all still die.

gojo is now a teacher as he stands here, staring at you as you stand in front of him with that smile on your face. he can’t shake the sense of foreboding he feels as you look at him with all that love in your eyes.

he can’t help but hold you a little tighter and kiss you a little harder as he goes off to shibuya to address the command for his presence. he was to go off first, and you were to trail a pace behind him. after satoru gojo, you were the strongest. you two would be able to resolve this all on your own, and additional forces would be sent in to clear lower grade curses while you dealt with the master minds together.

that was how it was supposed to go.

gojo stands in front of suguru geto, not seeing him as he is behind the sorcerer, you stand a pace behind him, slowing as you take in the man who had died last year. he was a dead man walking, talking, and fighting. your heart stops as you watch the prison realm open. your blood runs cold as those shackles you thought had escaped you clamp tight again over your neck, choking the words that are about to part your lips.

“yo! satoru !!”

“huh?”

“it’s been a while.”

in that brief moment that it takes for gojo to turn and process his best friend, one minute passes in his mind, you know what is going to happen. but you refuse to accept it as you spring forwards to try to shove your beloved out of the way, but it’s too late.

prison realm wraps its tendrils around the man you love and in that moment you feel the manacle around your neck tug you back up like a noose. you are pulled back up to your title as the strongest as you feel satoru’s cursed energy cease. it chokes you as tears slide down your cheeks, escaping from eyes that the light has yet again died in.

“c’mon now satoru. are you letting your mind wander during a fight?” you watch as gojo desperately tries to push out the fainest shred of cursed energy, but fails. you take your hands out of your pockets and hold them together, focusing on generating the cursed energy into a single point. if you were going to be forced to be the strongest, you were going to die with the title while fighting for the man who took that burden off your shoulders for seven years of your life.

“domain expansion: black hole” your eyes are completely black as they lock onto the body of suguru geto, a singularity swimming in the palm of your hand as the domain curls around the two of you. you can hear the shouts of gojo but you ignore him, if you had to die for this world, maybe you would finally fulfill the path that was served to you on a silver platter at birth.

your domain is pitch black other than the singularity in your hand, it has a ring of light around it. there is one moment before it activates and you take this moment to whisper out a final goodbye. “thank you for freedom, satoru, let us meet in the next life.”

you are in your second year in high school when you tell gojo everything. everything: the facility, your past, and the secret of your technique. there was a reason why it had not been born for the past thousand years. there is no other body suitable.

the technique is used ocularly, but it reaches it’s climax when activated with the hands. the technique is cursed to kill when it is used with the hands, to follow in the fate of its creator. chiyoko l/n died when using the technique with their hands, forming a black hole when fighting amaterasu. it sucked up both themself and a portion of the god, which is what allowed the cursed technique to be able to pass on to the next generation despite its creator having no heir.

this technique was known as black hole, appropriately named. it was the strongest cursed technique in history, but it would always kill its barer. there was no way to survive the use of black hole, it is a desperate last-ditch attempt to save a life other than your own. chiyoko used it to try to save the earth from amaterasu’s wrath, and now you use it to try to save the world and the man you love from the thing pretending to be suguru geto.

memories of the former bearer flood your mind before activation. and you are able to recognize the man in front of you. noritoshi kamo, known under the alias of kenjaku. the scum of the jujutsu world. 

but you weren’t the only one who was allowed a moment of peace before activation. kenjaku knew the incarnation of chiyoko l/n walked this earth, and when he gained suguru geto he knew that they would come rushing in with satoru gojo. so he planned accordingly.

after chiyoko l/n rose to fame, a cursed object was created to combat them, but it was never able to be tested, as they died at their own hands against the sun god. pocket space, a single-use item that allows the user to briefly relocate to a pocket dimension for exactly 0.2 seconds.

suguru geto smashed into the orb and he’s gone, your eyes widened as you desperately try to shut off your technique. but it’s hunger is relentless. you feel true pain for the first time in your life as a scream is ripped from your throat, the sound is eaten by the black hole, along with the left half of your torso. it shuts off, but not quick enough to spare you.

the domain crumbles around you as your flop onto the ground, weakly sitting up to lock eyes with satoru gojo, who is crying for the first time in years. you feel your life seeping out of the gaping hole in your side where your heart once was.

“guess i really am the strongest, huh?” a cough thunders out of your mouth as blood spatters the floor in front of you. a single drop of the warm, thich substance slides down gojo’s cheek as he stares dead at you. you stare at him with that damned smile on your face as blood drips from the corners of your mouth.

suguru geto reappears as you turn to him, still smiling. “take care of his body, kenjaku, satoru will need something to bury when this is all over.” the curse laughs and idly nods, kicking you down against the ground and watching as the blood seeps out of you like a burst pipe.

gojo does not speak as he watches the light leave your eyes, all he does is shake like a leaf in the wind. kenjaku steps on your back as he hears you wheeze, gojo goes to try to defend you but he is unable to move even an inch as he is forced to remember the situation at hand.

the love of his life and the most important person to him is dying in front of his eyes, he is about to be sealed for possibly forever in an inescapable dimension. and there is nothing that he can do to stop it.

for the first time in his life, satoru gojo experiences a true ego death as his world dies on the ground in front of him. life pooling out of their side.

gojo satoru was the strongest and the strongest was satoru gojo.

but if that was true, why are you dead on the floor in front of him, why is he trapped, why is he powerless to this all? why can’t he do anything? why is this happening?

he isn’t allowed to steep in his thoughts as suguru geto approaches. smile on the face of what was once his best friend.

“good night, satoru gojo. let us meet again in the new world.”

everything goes black as the prison realm seals in on him and the final thought that satoru gojo has in this world is simply: “why?”

okkotsuus 23

[justfor2am]

grian "i don't do lore" my fucking ASS

spoilers for his newest hermitcraft episode btw

sooooooo what the FUCK king. grian. my dude. buddy. champ. whatever fucking sniffles he got made his brain go haywire and i'm living for it.

we got:

-grian still actively trying not to resist (and failing let's be real)

-because despite using a legal loophole to create "adventure" tasks instead of "quests" that's still very much defying the king's rule

-partied in the king's vault and accidentally (real) stole from the king

-he put words into grumbot prime's mouth, which is the main thing i wanna talk about

whatever timeline grumbot prime came from is SUPER fucked up. grian calls prime his son, but prime only refers to our grian as 'father' and not 'dad' the way our grumbot used to.

and the way prime reacts to having words (literally) put into his mouth tells us so much about his universe. we know that in his timeline mumbo won the mayoral-ship, and logically speaking would've received upgrades to continue helping with mumbo's mayor term (hence why he looks so much more advanced that our grumbot!)

given that mumbo is, well, mumbo, it's easy to assume that grian and prime would've been the ones really running the show over the shopping district. and prime, their prized advisor, fulfills his only purpose to give answers.

but what happens if he gives an answer that his grian didn't like? grian would not be above changing prime's words to suit his own needs, after all, prime's just a machine.

to prime, mumbo and grian are his Fathers with a capitol F. his creators. there isn't the same emotional bond that our grian has with his grumbot, and this is telling in his tone.

prime has been visually unemotional, cold and robotic up until grian messes with his messages. only now is he angry, and flat out threatens our grian.

something bad happened in prime's timeline, and he isn't above making that known.

grumbot's been taken advantaged of in his own timeline, has had his advice overlooked from uncaring creators.

"my grian was sorry too" to me indicates that one of the instances that his grian changed his words, led to a dangerous outcome.

whether that means that someone bad happened to the alternate shopping district, or to prime's grian specifically, i hope we find out soon.

[twh-news]

Tom Hiddleston Gave Us Clarity For His Comments About Concluding Loki's Journey, And Addressed Whether He'd Return To The MCU

Major spoilers for the Season 2 finale of Loki, “Glorious Purpose” lie ahead.

Viewers were graced with a truly wacky and emotional Loki Season 2 finale last week. The installment proved not only saw the titular character not only save his friends at the Time Variance Authority but also obtain that glorious purpose he’d long been searching for. Tom Hiddleston – the man who has brilliantly brought this character to life – recently made headlines when he said he viewed the episode as the conclusion of his journey as the character. However, he provided CinemaBlend with some clarity on those comments while addressing whether he’d be open to returning for upcoming Marvel movies or shows.

During the final moments of the finale, the former Asgardian mischief-maker managed to save all of reality by destroying the Time Loom at the TVA and revitalizing the dying timeline branches. With that, he took his place as the God of Stories at the End of Time, where he’ll now watch over all the various branches. Such a development feels like a fitting conclusion, so one can understand why Tom Hiddleston would refer to it as such. However, when I spoke to the actor, he wanted to set the record straight on that:

Well, yes, I suppose what I meant… Perhaps what I should clarify is that I feel very satisfied with the finale of Season 2, because it seems to contain echoes and resonances of the entire journey. It's almost like a piece of music, where in that last episode, you hear strains of, you know, whether it's in lines of dialogue, we are circling the same themes that I've always circled with Loki. But he's a character who is engaged with ideas of belonging, ideas of identity, ideas of purpose. That's who he was at the very foot at the beginning in the first Thor film, wondering where he belonged, which family he belonged to, wondering what his role was in all of this. Thor was destined to be king of Asgard. And who am I? Who is Loki? And I've been asking that question the whole way. Like, who does Loki think he is? Who's he think he is, and who is he really? And then through the series, in Season 1 and Season 2, I think the confrontation with Mobius and the mirror of Sylvie is another excavation, we go deeper into those ideas.

This is a very interesting take and one that is completely understandable. His sentiments on ending his journey were more based on the sheer feeling of satisfaction he feels over his character’s current position. I feel the same way, especially given the points the actor so eloquently mentioned during our conversation. The show (which is available for Disney+ subscribers) does indeed maintain the themes of identity and self-worth that have been synonymous with the antihero since his introduction in 2011’s Thor. So if this is his swan song, that’s surely one heck of a way to go out.

With that being said, there are still MCU productions on the docket that could serve as prime places for the character to return. (Avengers: The Kang Dynasty and Secret Wars come to mind, immediately.) Tom Hiddleston went on to tell me that he appreciates the “poetic” nature of the 2023 TV schedule entry's Season 2 finale, yet it sounds like he can’t say for sure that he won’t reprise his famous role again at some point:

So the end of this was just, it felt like a poetic redemption like the end of a piece of music, but I don't know if it's… I mean, I've made the mistake before of saying goodbye and saying goodbye to this great team at Marvel. And it's been emotional, and we swap notes and [they’re] saying, ‘Look, we'll love you. You’re always part of the family. Come see us anytime.’ And then the phone rings a year later. So I'm keeping an open heart and an open mind.

It’s definitely true that this isn’t the first time fans have been under the impression that the former Tesseract wielder has reached the end of the road. He was meant to be killed off in 2013’s Thor: The Dark World, and it seemed almost certain he was done after his death at Thanos’ hands in 2018’s Avengers: Infinity War. So in short, you really can’t keep a good Loki down, and I’m eager to see whether Tom Hiddleston dons those golden horns again one day.

[choices-binglebonkus]

My Current CoP2 Murderer Theory

WARNING: The following theory contains spoilers for the chapter 14 summary as well as content that may be disturbing. This theory includes mentions of emotional manipulation, murder, fratricide, and incest. Go no further if you don’t wish to be exposed to either spoilers or disturbing content.

So. This theory is a little out there, but like I said in my last post, I think it’s crazy enough to actually have some merit. I wouldn’t be surprised if I’m at least partially correct here.

Let’s not get too wild all at once, though. I’m going to start out with the easy stuff.

The chapter 14 summary makes the claim that one of Queen Viktoria’s daughters is an illegitimate child not fathered by King Maksim. Kaspar, Emika, and Patryk are not female, and Trystan is gender determinant. This leaves only Lydea and Astrid as the two contenders for Viktoria’s lovechild. And, as the summary states, *ONE* of her daughters is illegitimate, so it isn’t both.

Let’s take a look at Astrid first. She’s spoiled, petulant, bratty as hell, and seems to have no positive relationships with ANY of the other Thornes, while everyone else seems to have at least one sibling or parent they’re close with (except Patryk. Sorry man.) And if the order of heirs includes the illegitimate Thornes, she’s fourth in line for the throne only behind Lydea, Vasili, and Trystan. However, even though she’s one of the older Thornes, her parents don’t seem to favor her very much. Her mother in particular has Lydea sabotage Astrid’s relationship because her boyfriend was “socially unbearable” with “risky” political leanings.

Needless to say, Astrid isn’t anybody’s favorite in the family.

Lydea, however, seems to be Queen Viktoria’s favorite. Sergeant of the Royal Guard eventually promoted to Captain of the Royal Guard, and before Trystan was reinstated as heir, she was the heir to the throne of Drakovia. She is described as a key player in international politics, and has extensive experience in combat and covertness to match. She’s the one Queen Viktoria sends to America to personally arrest Trystan and bring them back to Drakovia. In other words, she’s the Queen’s favorite, yes, but also her right hand.

Why would Queen Viktoria favor Lydea out of all her other children unless she were the secret lovechild?

That is the first part of my theory: that Lydea Thorne, Captain of the Royal Guard, former heir to the throne, is Queen Viktoria’s illegitimate child.

Now, the next part of my theory covers the events of chapter 12 in which Sebastyan Thorne, previously our prime suspect in the investigation, is found murdered. Murdered by having his throat slit, which is exactly how Nadja Zoric died. Now, I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but would it be a huge leap to assume that Bas was also garroted to death?

A little about the garrote. The garrote is a handheld weapon used to strangle a person, primarily for silent or stealthy kills. It can be made of chain, rope, hell, even scarves, anything that allows for strangulation, or at the very least, the crushing of the larynx to hinder the victim’s communication capabilities.

Let’s also take notice of the way Sebastyan is poised: he’s sitting in a private box, propped up against a chair and slumped over. Given the choice of wording when we first discover the blood coming from the box, “Blood leaks over the edge in a slow, thick dribble”, it’s reasonable to assume that Sebastyan was not murdered while he was sitting: the majority of the blood would have been on or around his chair instead. Rather, Sebastyan seems to have been positioned there, and that is WILD considering there was about a ~2 minute timeframe between Colette losing track of him and us finding his freshly murdered, still bleeding corpse.

But what was he doing in the private box in the first place? The fashion show was over at that point. What reason did he have to be up there?

We see Sebastyan constantly looking at his phone throughout the chapter, noticeably tense. He’s outraged, obviously, that the main character and Trystan have stolen his ledger, but notice how his aggravation flares up when you call him out about being on his phone.

Almost like he was hiding something. Hiding something like him being watched.

But who was watching him?

When he answers a call just before the runway, he seethes into the phone that the person shouldn’t be calling him and that their negotiation was final. He then asks if they’re sure they want to pursue “this”, and that it didn’t end well for the last person who tried.

Later on in the evening, he says he knows why the main character and Trystan were in his office, and that he was aware they had his ledger, then requests that the main character talk to him in private. If the main character tries to take him up on his offer, he grows visibly nervous and says, “Not now. There are too many eyes.”

He was most certainly being watched, and eventually, lured to his death.

But this all begs the question…what was Sebastyan’s final negotiation? What happened to the last person who tried to pursue it? And who were they?

Well, dear readers, I believe Sebastyan was alluding to one Nadja Zoric.

“But Binglebonkus,” I hear you ask, “Sebastyan and Nadja were in alignment with the Heir Act. If that’s what Sebastyan was referring to on the phone, why would he suddenly be so discouraging of it to his caller?”

In chapter 11, we see Vasili—previously unmentioned until this very moment, I hasten to add—leaning in while Sebastyan was arguing for the Heir Act in front of the Drakovian Legislation and whispering something that only his brother could hear. Almost like he was coaching him, instructing him, something of that nature.

It’s also mentioned that Sebastyan and Vasili were very close growing up, as Vasili looked out for him. By extension, Lydea and Sebastyan also got along because of the closeness she and Vasili shared. In addition, Lydea took Sebastyan under her wing and protected him from torment at the hands of Astrid, the twins, and Patryk.

Something else to note is that, despite Vasili’s desire to remain uninvolved with the Heir Act, he does support it, and as previously mentioned, he instructs Sebastyan as he argued in favor of it before the Legislation.

Lydea, however, hasn’t made her stance clear on the Heir Act. And this, right here, is very telling on its own. If we’re going based on my theory that Lydea is Queen Viktoria’s illegitimate child, it’s entirely possible that Lydea is aware of her illegitimacy, and that by not expressing her views on the Heir Act one way or another, she’s keeping any suspicion at bay.

But given her closeness with Vasili, and by extension, Sebastyan, as well as her ostensible illegitimacy, it’s likely she feels some sort of way about the Heir Act. And by “some sort of way”, I mean that, however covertly she can, she supports it.

So here we have Sebastyan growing up, tormented by the legitimate heirs. He’s got his mother who favors him, and he eventually has a little sister when Marguerite is born years later. His dad always turned a blind eye to the treatment of his illegitimate children and truly only paid Trystan any mind.

How much of a blessing is it, then, when he has Vasili, his protective big brother, and Lydea, the only one of the king’s legitimate children to actively defend and help him? How relieved must he have felt? How reverent of them was he due to their actions which, in his position, may as well have been deserving of sainthood?

More importantly…what would Sebastyan do to thank them? To prove himself worthy of all their kindness?

It might have started with a seemingly innocent statement on Vasili’s part. Perhaps he expressed how he wished he could have had the chance to be king conveniently where Sebastyan could hear, only to not bring it up again for some time. Just enough time, anyway, to have planted the seed in Sebastyan’s mind, to let it grow. Maybe he dropped a few more subtle hints, but then the subtle hints became less subtle the longer they went on. Maybe Vasili eventually outright told Sebastyan that he would have been a great king. And Sebastyan, already so fiercely loyal to Vasili, would have agreed. He was a great big brother, so why not a great king?

Here's where the theory gets fucked up. And I do mean REALLY fucked up. Disclaimer: at this point, this theory is almost entirely conjecture and speculation, but bear with me.

Vasili was the oldest of the king’s illegitimate children. While he was Sebastyan’s big brother and protector, he didn’t have anyone to fill that role for himself. While it may have been bearable at first, when more legitimate Thorne heirs were born, he felt isolated. Alone. Positively desolate. No one else understood. No one else felt what he felt.

Then, perhaps, Lydea, when she was old enough, learned the truth about her birthright. Perhaps, in a moment of her own vulnerability, she sought Vasili’s insights. He was older than her, and he was the only other person who could have possibility understood what she was feeling.

Vasili, of course, was in awe. He was equally incredulous that he, too, now had someone else understand his plight. This, if you’ll allow me to continue speculating, may have been the start of their tight-knit dynamic.

But now, the two of them shared knowledge that sat heavy in their minds, especially as they grew up together. They were raised as half-siblings, yes, but Lydea’s revelation changed everything. They didn’t share a mother. They didn’t share a father. They didn’t share a drop of blood in their veins.

Yes. I’m going there. Lydea and Vasili Thorne fell in love with each other unbeknownst to their parents, their siblings, anyone, and started a romantic relationship as they continued to be raised together as siblings.

I warned you it was fucked up.

They shared love for one another, and they shared a common goal: legitimize royal children born outside of wedlock. Most importantly: they shared a strong relationship with Sebastyan, Vasili’s full-brother and Lydea’s alleged half-brother. Of course, neither one of them informed Sebastyan of Lydea’s birthright: they both knew they needed to keep things under wraps lest someone get ahold of Lydea’s secret and scandalize them both.

Years went by. Vasili and Lydea groomed Sebastyan to be a shrewd politician with a campaign to someday change the rules of legitimacy. Politics became Sebastyan’s entire life. He graduated summa cum laude from the University of Drakovia with a BA in Politics and Foreign Relations.

Sometime along the way, however, he met Juliana Georgescu and Nadja Zoric, who were both ideologically motivated to push for a change in legitimization. Between the three of them (with some instruction and supervision from Vasili and Lydea), they started the campaign for the Drakovian Act for Heir Equity.

Eventually, Sebastyan fell in love with Juliana. But despite all the heavy implications throughout the story about their relationship, they were just that: heavy implications. A romantic involvement between the two of them was entirely unconfirmed.

But do you want to hear something interesting? In chapter 12 if you present Juliana’s inscribed locket to Lydea, it surprises her. “Lydea raises her eyebrow the smallest amount, but it’s enough to tell you she recognizes it.” She thumbed open the locket and read the romantic inscription under her breath, visibly unsettled as she utters the words, “To my love…”

But just as quickly as her emotions appeared, they were gone. As if she were trying to course-correct herself.

While I do believe that Lydea and Vasili shared a covert romantic relationship, (yes, I know, it’s disgusting no matter how many times I say it) it’s entirely possible that, to subvert any suspicion, Lydea pursued Juliana. Entirely as a ruse, of course, but she could have chosen worse. After all, Juliana’s end goals did align with hers and Vasili’s.

But then her feelings changed. Lydea found herself actively seeking Juliana’s company. She found herself enjoying the time they spent together. She found herself truly admiring Juliana. She was conflicted, of course. She had Vasili, after all. But she couldn’t deny that she was starting to feel something genuine for the countess.

Their relationship continued long enough for Lydea to gift Juliana a locket, the inscribed locket we find hidden away in Sebastyan’s desk in chapter 11, and the Nightingale whistle we find in Juliana’s room in chapter 9, with a note that read “Should you ever have need of me, you know how to find me”.

Unfortunately, Lydea wasn’t the only Thorne who fell for Juliana. Sebastyan, in his time working with her, developed his own feelings. Perhaps the infighting the two developed that ultimately stifled progress on the Act stemmed from his feelings of betrayal that Juli would choose his half-sister over him.

That’s how Juliana “broke [his] heart”. And only when Lydea realized the distress it was causing Sebastyan (and by extension, the Act) did she think to truly end things with Juli, who was on track to be promised to Trystan, anyway. Despite still having her relationship with Vasili, those feelings for Juliana never truly faded.

But somewhere along the way, Lydea slipped up. She got a little too curious and a little too invested in learning about Juliana’s progress with the Act. Juliana was obviously a smart woman, so this aroused a little suspicion in her, leading her to speculate and write in her journal her suspicions that one of the Queen’s children was illegitimate, and though she suspected Lydea, she graciously left her name out of her diary, perhaps out of some small, unnoticed sign of respect.

But Vasili noticed something was amiss. He noticed the sudden quarrels between his brother and Juliana, the lack of progress being made on the Act, and Lydea’s sudden eagerness to sever her relationship with Juliana.

He realized Juliana must have uncovered something. Something was percolating in her mind, and with the lack of progress being made on the Act, something had to give.

Vasili pursued her for months, a shadow lurking around her every corner. But what could she do? She was only a countess. He was a prince of Drakovia. She only grew more and more paranoid, which trickled down into even more tension between her and Sebastyan. Things came to a head the night of Marguerite’s fashion show. Everyone of importance was in attendance, but Trystan approached Vasili asking him to cover for them, as they wanted to get away from it all with Juliana.

Dutiful brother that he was, Vasili covered for Trystan and Juliana. He gave them a head start, allowing them enough time to get their yacht out onto the water, to get into bed together. Trystan had been drinking quite a bit that night. Vasili knew they would be out like a light in no time.

And this, of course, was the perfect opportunity to get her alone once and for all.

Vasili crept aboard that night, luring Juliana to the main deck with a similar bird whistle to the one Lydea gifted her. She begged him to leave her alone, to which he replied…

“But I finally found a way we can get everything we’ve always wanted.”

And what’s the first thing Vasili did in his attack?

“The figure steps forward, a gloved hand reaching for [Juliana’s] throat!”

Did you catch that?

Juliana’s throat.

Nadja’s throat was slit using a garrote. Sebastyan’s throat was slit with what we assume was a garrote. And Juliana, though her cause of death was ruled to be a head injury, was grabbed by the throat.

Vasili killed Juliana. He needed to cover up his and Lydea’s tracks. He hadn’t meant for the countess’s death to shelve the Heir Act, but if he waited and played the long game? He could turn things around.

He could use Juliana’s death to garner more support for the Heir Act.

Trystan was quickly blamed for the countess’s death and exiled. Lydea, the second in line for the throne, assumed the role of heir. From this new position of power, she and Vasili would be able to have eyes and ears practically everywhere in Drakovia. Not to mention the influence it brought.

But then, of course, Trystan stirred up trouble among the rabble in America. They’d gotten tangled up in the investigation of a serial killer, and Queen Viktoria was not happy, claiming it “disgraced” Drakovia. She sent her lovechild and right-hand, Lydea, to personally arrest Trystan and bring them back to Drakovia for a trial.

A trial that Vasili facilitated by pulling some strings and planting evidence to convince Nadja Zoric of Trystan’s guilt.

Of course, Trystan was found not guilty, and Juliana’s death was ruled an accident. But Nadja expressed interest in resurrecting the campaign they had shelved all those years ago.

Vasili could use this. He urged Sebastyan to call Nadja to the palace courtyard to discuss the Act, conveniently leaving out his true motives: to lure her into Trystan’s chambers and murder her.

Two out of three of the proponents for the Heir Act unexpectedly dead had to garner some kind of sympathy for the Act. Didn’t it?

It did not. But Sebastyan, after Nadja’s death, only became more driven, more restless. He continued to push, continued to fight, continued to demand the passing of the Act. Two of his fellow committee members had died. He had to finish their work. And he had Vasili and Lydea to help him.

His mother always worried that his support for the Act would make him a target. Before, he couldn’t have cared less. He wanted this for Vasili. Vasili would be a remarkable king, an even better ruler than Trystan, who he still saw as responsible for Juliana’s demise.

But then, ambivalence set in. Just a dash of uncertainty here and there, but even as spirited as his arguments before the Drakovian Legislation were, Lydea and Vasili could tell he was faltering.

Something had to be done.

A few days later, Sebastyan found Juliana’s locket—the one she used to wear—planted on his desk in plain sight at his office. That’s when he realized someone was trying to frame him.

He was shocked. Horrified. Furious. How dare someone leave this here? How dare someone try to use this against him? He took the locket and hid it behind a secret panel in the back of the desk, not having the heart to get rid of it. Not yet, anyway.

Something tugged at his memory. He recalled Lydea—one of his most trusted confidants—and her relationship with Juli; a relationship that, out of seemingly nowhere, ended.

Lydea had given it to her. Lydea had given it to her, and somehow, it had found its way into his desk eight years after her death.

She had the means of planting it. She was the Captain of the Royal Guard, for god’s sake. But even if it weren’t her, someone had still planted this locket—this small remnant of Juli—on his desk in a public building.

But now? Juli was dead. Nadja was dead. And Trystan and their detective seemed to be especially leery of him.

Either he was their prime suspect, or he was about to join Juliana and Nadja.

He told Vasili he was going to shelve the Act again, that it wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon, that he wanted some time and space. The world, it seemed, was closing in on Sebastyan, but he knew his big brother would understand.

But he did not.

Vasili was furious. He demanded Sebastyan reconsider his position, a plea delivered too late. Sebastyan’s mind was made up. It was better to be safe than sorry, after all.

If Sebastyan wasn’t going to be of any use to him alive, then maybe he’d be more useful dead.

The night of Marguerite’s second Drakovian fashion show rolled around. Sebastyan was walking that night at the behest of their little sister. But for days, he had been receiving texts that ranged from slightly unsettling to outright menacing. Tonight, they were at their most frequent, and their most threatening, but he did his best to ignore them.

Right before walking, he received a text that he was being watched, complete with a photo of him exactly where he was.

A second later, Vasili called him, and he realized exactly what was happening. His older brother—his guardian and faithful friend and protector—was coercing him into pushing for the Act. Vasili never had a history of blackmail or extortion that he knew of, but he was seeing a whole new side to him tonight.

Sebastyan realized Trystan and the detective had been looking at him practically all evening. Seeing little other option, he demanded to speak to the detective alone, but ultimately lacked the courage to do so since he knew eyes and ears were everywhere. If the world felt like it was closing in before, it felt like it was CRUSHING him now.

Eventually, as the night started to wind down, Vasili approached him in person, but there was no cold fury on his face. No, instead, there was regret; a deep sorrow behind his eyes. On his face was kindness, was genuine love and concern.

Vasili hesitantly asked Sebastyan for a moment to talk, brother-to-brother. He seemed so nervous and unsure of himself. It was clear he had something on his mind, but lacked the courage to say it outright.

Seeing the warring emotions on Vasili’s face, Sebastyan’s misgivings about him subsided. How could he think Vasili, his protector and confidant, would harm him in any way?

So the two of them went together to a private box overlooking an empty theater.

And only one came out.

Sebastyan’s death would carry more weight than it did Juliana and Nadja’s. He was a Drakovian prince, after all. Perhaps now, the Drakovian people would have to listen. The three of them, in the eyes of Drakovia, would be seen as martyrs who died for their cause. And in Drakovia, what nobler could a cause be if three young, brilliant minds had died in their quest to bring it to fruition?

Sebastyan was little more than a tool for Vasili to use, and once he stopped being useful, he simply discarded him. He had served his purpose. Now, it would elevate Vasili in the family. What’s his little brother’s death when it would make him King of Drakovia?

All he had to do was find some way to be rid of Trystan and the crown was his.

tl;dr—Vasili and Lydea, two non blood-related illegitimate children, formed a semi-incestuous romance in which the two of them groomed Sebastyan into a politician to push for what would become the Drakovian Act for Heir Equity. Vasili systematically murdered Juliana, Nadja, and eventually Sebastyan to garner support for the Act by turning them into martyrs.

[mychlapci]

Maggy anon

The last post made me think about Magnus having to put a hand below his heavy belly, to ease the ache of it a bit - he's too stubborn to admit it's gotten too big by now. Kinda hot.

And Predaking "loafing about" ? Love that as well. Mf was dozing off while his breeder was being tortured with unending pleasure.. Magnus only forgives him because the sex that followed was amazing. But he better not do that again ! (Spoilers: it will happen again).

This time around Magnus is the only one sparked, so he doesn't want to be alone in bed all day, even when he starts getting too big. So he asks to be taken along with Predaking during the day. Which means that Predaking can flaunt his pretty, gravid breeder in front of everyone.

Still toys with the remote, because he does need to keep Magnus busy/entertained even if they're out. He loves showing off Magnus.. but if people stare too hard he gets jealous. So he pulls Magnus closer - his breeder is always on his lap these days - and tells him to keep quiet as he fills that greedy valve. Maybe he's nice and helps hold his big belly once in a while.

Now Magnus is stuck on his stud's large spike, too big to move enough to ride him on his own - forced to keep it warm, while Predaking goes on with his own work. Uselessly clenching around it, desperately needing more but not getting it.

Bonus points if his titties are way too big for his chestplates, so Predaking got him something made out of fiber instead - his titties covered and hidden by cloth, but easily accessed by his stud's large claws. Kneaded and pinched, milked by the pumps or Predaking's claws, depending on his stud's mood.

mhmmmm Magnus sneaking his hands under his belly, so heavy he would usually be in his bed at this point, but he protests, saying he has too much work to do- the truth is he feels a little lonely without an equally sparked Optimus in bed with him, but since the Prime is now taking a break, that's not very feasible... so he struggles through his days with a baby bump so big he can't close his legs anymore, barely fitting into his office chair...⬇️

When he's at the point where work is too taxing and he's having trouble focusing, Predaking takes him along as he fulfills his own duties (i wonder what kind of duties the king of predacons has...) Perhaps at first Magnus takes more direct interest in what Predaking does, but that quickly passes as the carrying cycle progresses and his focus switches to keeping his valve satisfied, his titties milked and his belly cradled.

But it's not enough, the overload is shallow and unsatisfying, he tries to rock against Predaking's lap, and eventually Predaking takes pity on him (how could he not when his poor breeder is moaning so much) and he holds Magnus' belly up to ease the weight, letting him ride his spike until his water breaks...

By the time he's ready to pop, Predaking has him sitting in his lap almost constantly, one clawed hand holding the underside of Magnus' full belly while the other teases the sensitive mesh of his tits, covered up so that no one who strays in gets to see them, per Magnus' wishes, but they're leaking so much through the fiber anyone would immediately get an idea of how good Predaking has it. Magnus sits on his spike, too tired and worn and heavy to start bouncing on it like he'd like to, valve dripping lubricant down Predaking's throne, while Predaking leans back and yet again dozes off... a big beast like him requires a lot of sleep, and Magnus hates it.

Sometimes it's too much and despite himself, Magnus starts whining, struggling and failing to reach around his full belly and touch his node... Predaking just shushes him, kisses his flushed face, the feeling of sharp teeth brushing against Magnus' finials making his valve convulse. Predaking's arm reaches around the underside of Magnus' belly, cold claws rubbing his clit until the commander is squirting himself silly all over the throne...

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Anyway, here's a preview of the next chapter of Book of Merthur. It's full of *checks notes* gay fetishes like grief and lute playing and politics. It also has some very large spoilers for something that happened several chapters back, as well as something that happened in the previous chapter, so if you're not caught up and don't want to be spoiled, I would avoid this.

But at that moment they were not sitting up late in one another’s chambers where they did not have to be alone till bedtime. Arthur, in the company of his usual court, minus, of course, two particular men, had set out with that riotous medley of courtiers, squires, provisions, and furniture which for weeks makes a nuisance of itself for any good citizen simply trying to take his produce to market. Now they had to scramble out of the way for a bevy of chaps on ridiculous horses, which were up to their tits in good silver, and did not even look as if they would be of any use for cart hauling. The king, at least, was in fine trim, and seemed a lesser cunt than his father; but still there were hustling merchants who had to move aside to pay homage to him, and though he did not lop off anyone’s head for bowing without the scraping, his train was still a goddamned nuisance. He was taking it all round the kingdom to reiterate his standing in the eyes of his lords; and that was what he was doing now, in the home of Lord Robert of Essex, with his musicians piping in accompaniment to the chatter.

Nobody wanted to be caught with their pants down in their larder when it was time to impress the king, so all that tour Arthur had had thrust upon him dishes he would not even have eaten at home, so enthusiastically, with such hope for cook, who was quivering in the kitchen for news of whether they were to be villain or saint of the feast, that he felt obligated to eat even those terrible concoctions which raised in him a fear no man had ever inspired. Men can be very large, or cannibalistic, or sadists; but they cannot be minced swan’s entrails, boiled down to the texture of bootlaces, and drowned in ginger and vinegar. And you are never obligated to say to an extra-large cannibalistic sadist (though it can’t hurt to butter him up a bit) that he is simply exquisite, whilst you are taking him into your mouth (and probably this couldn’t hurt either) because to do anything else would be disastrous for his feelings. This was what Arthur was doing now, with the swan, after some overly-garlicked cat, whilst the jongleur primed his vocals. He did this in various fascinating ways, first by making a little ‘hmm Hmm HMm HMM’ to himself, and then by calling for some ale, and taking out a little gold tube from his rucksack, and placing it in the ale, and blowing bubbles in it. Then he did something with his lips which Merlin had done once to Arthur’s chest as a joke, though there had been no spit, but only the absurd buzzing noise through the mouth as it flapped about like a horse’s. 

And finally he took his place before the table with his lute, and began, in a lovely tenor, to ply his trade, freeing Arthur to put aside the swan, which he had to chew so violently he would have drowned out the singing. It was like putting down the cross at the end of the pilgrimage, or the sword at the end of the battle. He was left exhausted but alive by the ordeal, and now leaned back on the bench, with his arms crossed, and his weary soul ready to be cosseted by some little fluff about a knight and his steed.

It was some rot about a queen wasting away for her love, which he did not want to hear, because he was in the midst of his own romantical tragedy; and because he was the queen, though his own love, unlike the noble conqueror of the verse, was a rude, boorish, inimitable fucking twat, who ought long ago to have been confined for insanity.

Of course, Arthur was not really angry that Merlin had left him high and dry without so much as a letter on his fate; he was afraid. The name calling, the aspersions on his character (which really were not even aspersions, but merely observations) were because Lancelot had died. If you had asked him, he would have said Lancelot was mortal, and bound like the rest of them to return to whatever Maker he believed in; but actually really in the privacy of himself, he had not believed in it. Lancelot was one of those sorts who seemed to him too large to die; too representative of that fighting class of men who are always at risk of death but have chanced it again and again and always got up from the killing. It was like Morgana dying; it would have been like Gwaine dying. There are some people you do not believe can die: but of course they do, and then you have got to decide what is good and worth saving about a world that will take anything from you. So Lancelot had died, and he had never heard in all that time so much as a peep from Merlin, or France, who ought to have had something to say on the former. Gaius had written the professor on whom Merlin had been inflicted, and heard only that he was not so unfortunate in his affairs this time. Merlin was not at the university; or at least not under his despairing tutelage. And that meant to him that perhaps Merlin too might have been one of those impossible losses which he had suffered when Morgana went over the cliff to the sea, or Lancelot on the ship to France. He had wondered for nights upon nights whether he wouldn’t have known it; whether he wouldn’t have felt there was something different about the world, something less, something missing amongst the million fleeting souls which go into and out of the world like the meteors that are so cursory in the heavens. But he had not felt Lancelot till the messenger came with news of the ship; and he had held out all hope for Morgana till they found her body in the surf. 

And too there was the other death, not of the body but of those feelings which he felt were always in danger. Merlin could have simply not wanted to write. He had gone away, Arthur felt, in a welter of genuine feeling: but in the interim he might have realised he was upset over Arthur, which was silly; might have realised that Uther, though rather a cock, was right to have made him perform for the love; might have realised that outside of that constant of Arthur’s presence he felt himself a freer, better being. He might feel as if he had got rid of a millstone round his neck. Arthur had always been there, loving him with that tragical dog-like persistence, so that Merlin might have felt it was like kicking a loyal hound in the face, not to take pity on that hopeless creature. Now away from Arthur, he could have realised what he thought was reciprocal feeling was merely some empathy for a fool.

So because the jongleur was singing about the queen, he was thinking all these terrible things. Neither voice nor lute were phenomenally good; but even mediocre music sometimes speaks to something in us, to when we were fiddling round with primitive drums in stone huts. The feelings were already there: but the jongleur brought them up into his throat. He gave Arthur the queen, who was sympathetic, who was relatable, and so made him feel in the hall surrounded by his courtiers and supplicants that he would have to be brave again, because it is a sign of humanity to tear up at human tragedy; but not of a king who wants to garner respect in men who are waiting for weakness. Because he was still young, because some of his lords still favoured his father, because he had been left, mere days before his wedding, by a bride who preferred one of his knights, he had to sit upright on the bench with his arms crossed and his face as impervious as stone. He had to be fixed in his body that was screaming for love as if he had never been moved by or wanted for it. Merlin was far away and dead, or dead to him; and Morgana and Lancelot were some odds and ends for scavengers. And the music was blowing up all these things which were already huge in him till they were nearly uncontainable. Because some string made of catgut had vibrated at just the optimal frequency, he felt that it was nearly unbearable to be one of those poor feeling creatures who have to watch their species war, and love, and leave, when he could have been a fish.

So that was what he was doing when the dog began to fart.

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What Makes Jotaro Kujo The Most Powerful Stand User

Sorta. Arguably he’s beaten out (with good reason) by GER Giorno and Johnny’s Act 4 Tusk in terms of power, but in-universe he’s considered to be the world’s most powerful Stand user both by characters within the text treating him as such and the overall narrative.

Case shut, post over it seems, but let’s dig a little deeper into the why… besides being the main character.

The above screenshot frames Jotaro as the most powerful Stand user, but he doesn’t even have the most powerful version of his Stand in Diamond is Unbreakable (it’s actually the weakest). The Stand stats page for Stone Ocean’s Star Platinum reveals that the most powerful version of Jotaro is “when Jotaro was in his prime (18 years old).”

Narratively, the most powerful Stand user is Jotaro at the very tail end of Stardust Crusaders, after he has gained Time Stop. This is his prime. Another way to pop the bubble on my own analysis here is point out that canon focuses on this moment because it’s right when he kills DIO. Very much usurping a king to take the crown.

But before the story ended, we saw Prime Jotaro do something else which I believe is (also) what makes him the most powerful Stand user in existence. It’s a small, almost forgotten moment. Tucked in between Jotaro learning about Kakyoin’s death and reviving his grandfather.

It’s the time when Jotaro tries the impossible.

SDC Time Stop Jotaro isn’t considered the most powerful Stand user because he’s in his physical prime with a powerful ability. He’s considered that because this was the very moment he decided to try. That’s what makes him the most powerful Stand user.

Which makes it all the more painful meaning that the times that Jotaro fails are the moments were he doesn’t try enough.

More analysis below the cut. Spoilers for part 6 btw.

There’s that common joke pointing out how ridiculous it is that Jotaro tells Josuke that “you can’t bring back a life once it’s lost” after Josuke’s grandfather dies because Jotaro was literally able to do just that. Sure, the circumstances were different especially with the vampire blood giving immortality, but Jotaro’s attempt was to see if flushing Joseph’s body back with his Joestar blood would revive him, with no intention to turn him vampiric (which it doesn’t. Or it does and Joseph gets the immortality but not the rest of the bad side effects. Joestar blood is too op pls fix in next patch dev team). Regardless, it’s pretty odd and perhaps unintentional parallel that two grandfathers tip the bucket and one survives and the other’s grandson is told that the dead will always remain dead.

Speaking from a in-universe perspective, Jotaro’s speech to Josuke should be taken at as the truth. Bruno dies against Diavolo during their first encounter, with him essentially living as a ghost(/soul) within his own withering corpse thanks to Giorno’s intervention. More obviously in Stone Ocean, when Pucci finds Perla’s body and gets a memory of DIO telling him that there’s no way to bring back the dead.

So the one exception of cheating death outright is in Joseph being revived by Jotaro. It could be explained by the aforementioned vampire/Joestar blood BS. It could be a simple retcon that got established in DiU so a situation like Joseph wouldn’t happen again. Both interpretations make sense and I would agree with both.

However, I would like to argue that Joseph’s miraculous survival is not a narrative oversight. His revival is proof of Jotaro’s power as a direct result of Jotaro’s willingness to try. Jotaro plans for DIO and Joseph’s body to be put into the same ambulance to return the Joestar blood back to his grandfather. It’s an idea he’s not even sure that works, he asks the doctors if it was possible to transfer blood between the corpses. Joseph is very much dead at this point. If Jotaro calling Joseph’s body a corpse and seeing his soul float off wasn’t enough proof, the doctors immediately call the revival plan impossible/useless.

I want to stress this is the worst night of Jotaro’s life.

Right before this scene happens he overhears the radio confirm that Kakyoin is dead. He went into the final fight with DIO knowing Avdol and Iggy were both dead, upping the pressure to keep the rest of his friends/family alive. He watched his grandfather die right in front of him and DIO promptly desecrate the corpse. If it weren’t for his own actions, Polnareff would be dead too. He doesn’t know if he killed DIO in time either, from his perspective his mom could’ve died before he could save her in time. (Ha. Time.)

I suppose, in a sea of despondent despair, there was no other options than to cling to the impossible. After all, against all odds, he was able to learn Time Stop and kill DIO. He had to make it worth it. He was there to save his family, his friends died to save his family, if Joseph or Holly died… well.

He wanted to beat the odds again. And he did. In a way, this is him beating fate or at the very least—fate was literally in his hands and he made the decision to bring his grandfather back no matter what.

In DiU and beyond, Jotaro becomes resigned to fate and thus the weakening of his power overall. If fate determined that his friends would die in Egypt, then that would lessen the weight of blame on him and put their deaths as more of an inevitability. Fate is final. You can’t change it.

Jotaro doesn’t feel pressured to act upon something until he has to, then he does what he needs to be done. In SDC he doesn’t really care about women until they need to be saved or protected. In DiU he says he “hates doing anything tiring” as he saved Koichi from Sheer Heart Attack. He doesn’t visit Jolyne until she’s in jail because of a plot against him (and he couldn’t let DIO’s resentment ruin his daughter��s life).

The actions he takes are what he believes to be the best option, but that option is probably a compromise, not an attempt at the best possible outcome. His treatment to Jolyne is the subject here. He focused his priorities on keeping his family safe by baiting his enemies to himself instead of them, instead of trying to find a compromise where he could be with his daughter and protect her. I can’t blame Jotaro for this decision, but I also can’t avoid the simple fact that he hurt himself and his family for being distant. When fate does catch up, as he expects it to, it bites him in the ass—the stubbornness of DIO’s followers outlived Jotaro’s and he ends up in a coma, unable to act and unable to protect his daughter.

I don’t mean to say that effort isn’t shown by him, he’s extremely observational and analytical and uses those skills to his advantage in practically every fight he’s in. I think the Anubis fight is good proof of that, being brought to his physical limits to the point he can’t move after it. He tries plenty, but it seems clear to me that he tends to only lose when he’s not trying hard enough.

He almost died to a rat because he didn’t plan ahead and figure that the bullets would ricochet. In Stone Ocean, his Time Stop isn’t long enough to save everyone from Made In Heaven. He didn’t maintain his prime Time Stop or sought to expand it, because that was DIO’s goal or, more simply, he didn’t bother to. He went ten years of not needing to use it until Josuke forces him to.

Even with his ability becoming duller in later parts, the story and characters still treat Jotaro like The Most Powerful Stand User. In DiU, after the culmination of the Gang’s efforts, it’s up to Jotaro to stop Kira from reactivating BtD. In Stone Ocean, it’s up to Jotaro to kill Pucci when no one else is literally able to. Stardust Crusaders’ final fight is when Jotaro is completely alone, when there’s no one left but him to stop DIO.

The narrative again and again reenforces the idea that Jotaro is the strongest Stand user in the story, that everything falls on his shoulders and he is the one to make sure the evil dies and who’s left, lives. Past part 3, the narrative continues to say that he’s the most powerful Stand user, but it’s also clear that it’s not true anymore. His Time Stop isn’t as strong as it was in his prime. He no longer lives up to the expectation he made for himself in the few minutes after he killed DIO.

That moment in the ambulance, that’s the moment Jotaro tries without the pressure of death—the dust has already settled—or his own sense of justice—the evil has been fought. Joseph is dead and DIO is dead. Out of the desire and the off chance that he could hear his grandfather share stupid trivia with him, Jotaro reaches for the impossible, the best possible outcome, and gets it.

After the end of Stardust Crusaders, Jotaro no longer is at his ‘prime’. For someone who hates useless things, he becomes what he deems as useless. He’ll live the rest of his life in the shadow of his own self, the self that proved that he could do the impossible.

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ROUND 6 MATCH 7: SOUNDWAVE VS. KERMIT

Soundwave, who's on thin fucking ice, faces Kermit the Frog, last remaining bonus contestant.

Soundwave Propaganda:

"In like every show ever once he's not there/kidnapped/dead the entire Decepticon fucking faction goes to shambles. Ex: in transformers: Prime, (SPOILER!)

once he was "banished to the shadow realm" Megatron literally died and they lost the war 💀💀"

"Soundwave never loses in a poll"

"SOUNDWAVE MY BELOVED his back is so so sore from single-handedly holding up the Decepticon cause every vote for him is 1 more ibuprofen tablet given to him"

"Soundwave is the funniest fucking character in transformers because he's literally the straight man in every situation he's in with the decepticons, because all of them are absolutely incompetent at their job due to them being too focused on infighting. When Megatron died in FOC Soundwave was the one who literally put him back together and by extension, fucked everything over for everyone else because in this specific continuity Megatron just happened to be addicted to space meth.

However it can be so easy to see Soundwave as emotionless because of his straight-man role and his monotone speaking patterns, but Soundwave has plenty of emotions that he displays throughout the years, most notably being when he's dealing with the cassettes (aka his children), and can range from being soft-spoken with them, to full-out enabling their violent tendencies and letting them go ham at beating the shit out of teammates (shout out to that one g1 clip where Soundwave tries to hold back his kids for like a single second before saying "fuck it" and letting them go for the eyes).

Even outside of the cassettes though, he's very expressive in his own way. In fact, he's the KING of pettiness and sass when he wants to be. He literally plays his own supervillain music when walking the halls, he's not above insulting the other deceptions when their arguments are bullshit to him, even when faced with the destruction of the world he was like "nah" until he saw his boyfriend getting injured and went "REAL SHIT" (there's literally memes about this it's so funny). Speaking of friends, he actually has a lot of interesting dynamics with the people around him, especially when it comes to the decepticon high command. He's described as Megatron's most trusted advisor, he's somewhat amicable with Starscream (who's his own brand of frustration), and he and Shockwave even seem to get along pretty well (to the point they have a biologically fucked up tube son together?? It's been years since I've watched Siege but I swear that was what lead to Soundblaster), and did I mention he's gay? I'm pretty sure he and Cosmos are in a relationship together in the IDW comics or at least have a mutual attraction, it's cute.

Also speaking of IDW Soundwave: he likes elephants. They're his favourite animal and he loves them to the point where after he died in the comics, his kids specifically started targeting elephant poachers because they knew Soundwave would want that.

Have I mentioned he has a cat dad in the IDW comics. Like his dad is a literal robot cat that found him when he was having a sensory overload in the middle of the streets. Have these panels from when his dad died and he wasn't even there to see it! He just knew 💖

And have I mentioned he's met Fluttershy? Because he canonically met Fluttershy and let his cassettes play with her (while DELAYING HIS MISSION. THAT'S HUGE IN SOUNDWAVE LANGUAGE.)

There's also him being the reigning champion of best robot husband, but that's a whole other situation which is also really funny."

Kermit Propaganda:

"Kermit is the best ever and I love him ❤️"

"Kermit is sag aftra"

"ofc i support kermit the frog he’s a small business owner he’s an artist he’s an actor he’s a union man he loves his wife he’s a babygirl literally he is the perfect man"

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Okay Note here. CHARACTER ASK. i7 Torao, Haruka, and Nagi. Ouran High School Haruhi. Batman Jason. Anyone in persona you must talk about (I don't know anyone there). Did I miss someone? (You don't have to do all. I am mereky curious)

THANK YOU NOTE!!! I'm gonna put all of these beneath a cut just so I don't clog up people's dashes <3

Torao Mido: (IDOLiSH7)

Torao is the kind of character where you're like "literally why is he in the main cast when everyone else is a banger" and then you realize that his arc is just 4-5/6ths of the way into the story and you go Oh. Oh. I get it now. That's him. That said, I want to blast him with a fire hose.

Haruka Isumi: (IDOLiSH7)

Haruka was my discord pfp for several months and I think that says a lot already. I love him so much, he's like. so bulliable and he should be bullied. Dramatic ass teenager baby that dresses like an e-boy. I love him so much and every time he bleps (:P) in official art I want to Die. Prime blorbo material.

Nagi Rokuya: (IDOLiSH7)

I'll admit outright that, as someone who had Ouran High School Host Club change my brain chemistry forever when I was a child, and with i7 having a main character named Tamaki, I CONSTANTLY called Nagi "Tamaki" during the first season just because he was the silly blond weeb guy!! I was like holy shit there's two of them. And then I got to parts 3 and 4 and I was like Oh Holy Shit they're even more similar than I thought :'). Nagi is a BELOVED character of mine but it took a moment for me to grow into loving his character. I wish I saw more fan content of him because he fucking rocks, but he's also just on a different plane from a lot of the more popular characters and I get it. I love how everyone respects him as they should though. My king forever and ever.

Haruhi Fujioka: (Ouran High School Host Club)

SPEAKING OF OURAN HIGH SCHOOL HOST CLUB. Haruhi's arc in the anime and manga is a little different, and obviously the anime wasn't supposed to end where it did, but with the changes the director and writers made, I truly believe that it would be impossible for the animeverse to end the same way the mangaverse did. Anyways Haruhi is a really funny character because she's supposed to be the straightman in a lot of the jokes, but she's just as dramatic and silly as everyone else. And it's great. 10/10 protagonist, every time I think of her I think of that tumblr post about her with the big brown eyes and I go Yeah. yeah.

Jason Todd: (DC Comics; Batman)

(If you can't read that square, it says "SCOTT LOBDELL")

Jason was NOT my favorite DC character or even Robin for a long, long time. I only really got into his character when I started working on my fic, Beyond Imagination, and had to start analyzing what a younger Jason was like and how he would interact with the world in a modern day and age. All of the Batman characters get flanderized and mischaracterized by fanon and canon a lot, so it's hard to figure out what was generally agreed upon as canon unless you read yourself, but Jason's got a strong story and personality that really shined with his resurrection. I'd say it's one of the best uses of reviving a character thought to be dead, and every time I think about his death and like. both the in-universe and real life events that lead up to it, I get emotional. Great character that makes me deeply ill to think of from a meta-perspective.

Maya Amano: (Persona 2 Innocent Sin & Persona 2 Eternal Punishment)

Okay so. You may have noticed I tagged two Persona games for her and that's because, spoilers for Persona 2, the first Persona 2 (Innocent Sin) is a timeline that fails. The game with you resetting the timeline because you fucked up that badly, and the second Persona 2 (Eternal Punishment) is your second shot and doing things over. HOWEVER. Maya changes with the timelines because she was doomed to die with how things were set up in Innocent Sin, and fixing that to give the timeline a shot in Eternal Punishment changes her as a character. This bingo is more about Innocent Sin Maya, who is a 23 year old girlfailure reporter that makes me Deeply Deeply Ill. If you're ever curious, you can send me an ask and I'll talk about her more in depth because Persona 2 isn't the easiest game to play

Thank you for the ask!!!