#top gun 2: electric boogaloo

[kindlythevoid]

Okay, so, full disclosure I have only seen Top Gun 2 (I know it’s not called Top Gun 2; I apologize) BUT I wanted to say that I absolutely LOVE the different ways Tom Cruise’s characters approach Things That Can Fly.

Like, in Top Gun, Maverick (?) is, obviously, a Maverick, and very skilled at what he does, the hallmark of a genius is when they can teach it, etc. etc. Like the man sees the thing go up and just vi br a t es with the thought of Go Up!!!! I love that for him, but he also knows exactly what every button is and why he can do certain things that he does. Pretty sure you have to have some sort of masters or PhD in Air Flying Vehicles or something equally smart.

Now, with this knowledge, watching Ethan Hunt in Mission Impossible is so funny. This man has a PhD in hanging off airplanes. He stepped foot (metaphorically) into a helicopter and was only able to figure anything out because it was labeled. The entire time!! he was flying!! it was screaming at him!! and he decided to keep going through pure willpower!! It was ON FIRE!!!

Like, circumstances aside, Maverick is a Certified Pilot (tm) while Ethan Hunt is a Certified Mess (tm).

[andmakeithome]

🌹 <3

"Don't fucking touch her," he snaps.

Maverick steps back, hands raised. "I didn't," he says, "I would never Touch without permission. Never."

Avis shakes, frozen as she stares at them.

[deovious]

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[lupuslikethewolf]

Top Gun 1986 as my whatsapp chat history part 2: electric boogaloo

once again, unfortunately, featuring my ex as slider in image 3

part 1

[meiliarotten]

Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 16: Patience (Cockwarming)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: You find an interesting way to occupy yourself while Sniper is busy cleaning his rifle

Tags: Cockwarming, dirty talk, gun cleaning but make it erotic

Word Count: 2k

The Masterlist

Sniper disassembled his rifle with the utmost care, gathering a selection of brushes and tools and arranging them neatly as he prepared to clean his weapon of choice. He was always meticulous about this process, organizing his ammo and keeping his equipment in top condition. It was clearly something he took pride in. Sniper never struggled to gather his supplies in the morning before work. They were always arranged neatly, right where he could quickly find them. Usually, you enjoyed watching this process, every detail so perfectly observed, but you had other things in mind today.

“Mundy,” you sighed, walking in front of him, giving him a seductive look. It might have been more effective if he had bothered to look up at you. He only responded with an acknowledging grunt as he continued his current task. Your expression soured slightly. “Mundy!” you repeated, this time getting his attention in the form of a brief glance up and some actual words.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, noticing that you were a bit flustered.

“You know the work day is over, right? You can stop worrying about your guns and focus on other things,” you said, a hint of lust in your tone to drive home your point. You smirked at him, placing a hand on his cheek. “Things you might enjoy a bit more.”

Sniper seemed intrigued for a moment, but quickly regained his composure with a shake of his head. He looked up at you apologetically. “You can wait a while, can’t you, love? I should really get this done first.” He motioned towards the setup arranged before him. “I know it’s tedious, but as far as I’m concerned, my work isn’t done until everything’s in its proper place-”

“I know, I know,” you sighed. “You’re a professional, and professionals have standards.” You leaned against the counter of the little kitchenette with a huff, arms crossed although you made an effort not to pout. You didn’t want to seem that desperate, at least not yet. Turning away from him, you began to snoop around his cupboards. With how often you stayed in the van with him, they were essentially your cupboards too, so you didn’t see any issue with looking for something to snack on in order to distract yourself.

Sniper watched you in silence. You could feel his eyes on you, but ignored the feeling until he finally spoke up. “Come here.”

You glanced back towards him, head tilted in confusion. He simply beckoned you forward with a nod, patting his leg and motioning for you to sit. The moment you were close enough Sniper pulled you into his lap, setting his rifle to the side momentarily. His lips were on yours within moments, his teeth grazing against your bottom lip and effectively teasing your mouth open for him. You tilted your head back slightly, letting him dominate the kiss, letting his tongue explore as you let out soft little moans against his mouth. His arms wrapped around your waist in a vain attempt to keep you from moving, but you couldn’t help but squirm as you were lavished with attention. A bit of hope that you would in fact get what you had come here for was beginning to rekindle.

When Sniper pulled away you couldn’t even whine. You were too breathless to make a sound. “How about this, darling,” he began, bringing his hands down to the front of his pants, unzipping the fly and shifting the fabric low enough to free his cock. He was already hard from how you were squirming in his lap. “You can sit on my cock, and if you can stay still and not distract me until I’m finished cleaning, I’ll fuck you into next week.”

“Promise?” you asked, even though you were already standing, beginning to pull your pants and underwear down. It was clear you were ready and willing. Still, Sniper humored you with a response.

“I promise, doll.”

You smirked, straddling him and slowly sinking down onto his cock with a breathy moan. You gave yourself a moment to adjust. Soon you found that it felt quite nice to simply stay still, to enjoy the feeling of being full. Sniper barely made a sound, only letting out a sharp exhale as you took him. He pressed a hand to your back before returning to his previous task. You leaned against his chest, listening to the rhythm of his breathing and trying your best to stay still. It wasn’t long before you began to struggle. You couldn't help but rock your hips every so often, teasing yourself, making sure you stayed aroused while also allowing for the slightest bit of stimulation.

You never dared to go further though, stilling your hips whenever you heard Sniper’s breath begin to hitch, holding out for the reward you knew you would receive once this was over. Every so often you glanced over to watch Sniper tend to his rifle. You didn’t know the first thing about gun care though, so you quickly grew bored, and with boredom came impatience. Without even thinking, you started to grind against him, only realizing what you were doing when he let out a low moan that quickly turned into a growl. A sudden and very firm grip on your hair drew a sharp gasp from you.

“Stop squirming, love,” Sniper warned. “Or I’ll leave you here to finish yourself off once I’m done.”

That had you going still almost immediately, planting yourself firmly on Sniper’s lap even as your body protested the lack of movement. “I’m sorry,” you whimpered, knowing that you sounded pathetic. It made your face burn red, however it also seemed to invoke some sympathy from your lover. He paused his work, running his hands up and down your back as if to soothe you.

“Just a few more minutes, doll,” he said. You nodded and went back to resting your head on his chest as he worked. It seemed easy enough, but in such a state of arousal minutes began to feel like hours, especially when you were being stretched and filled so nicely.

Your nerves burned with need, screaming to move, to bounce or grind on his cock, but you resisted. While you did manage to stay still, you couldn’t contain your whimpers. Luckily, Sniper didn’t seem to mind that, letting you whine as much as you desired so long as you didn’t move.

You could tell he was growing impatient as well. With a passing glance it wouldn’t have been noticeable, but when you were pressed so close to him you could easily see the small details that gave him away. You watched the way his jaw clenched, the subtle shake of his hands when they were usually so steady, trained for perfect aim. Most of all, you could feel the slight twitch of his cock inside you whenever you clenched around him- which was only sometimes intentional.

After what felt like an eternity, Sniper left his gun to lean against a nearby wall. At some point you had wrapped your legs around his waist, clutching onto him with an iron grip. That happened to come in handy, as he proceeded to stand up while still inside you- his lanky frame didn’t show off how strong he really was- seating you on the small counter of the kitchenette. The cold surface made you shiver. Apparently he intended to fuck you right there, and you certainly weren’t about to complain.

No words were exchanged before Sniper set a brutal pace, the closest thing to communication between the two of you being a heated glance that said everything that needed to be said. You were shaking, harsh moans echoing in the small space of the camper.

“Fuck, you make such pretty sounds when you’re taking my cock,” Sniper gasped, his head practically buried against your neck as he sucked and bit at the easily marked skin. You gripped the edge of the counter with one hand while your other arm looped around Sniper’s shoulder, your fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt almost hard enough to tear.

“Harder!” you gasped, your desperate request being met with a low chuckle.

“Whatever you say, love,” Sniper said. You didn’t miss the mischievous tone as he gripped onto your hips, pulling you forward suddenly to meet his merciless thrusts. You arched back, head thumping lightly against the cabinets behind you as you shouted dizzy, half coherent repetitions of ‘yes, please, more.’ Even when it seemed that Sniper couldn’t possibly go any faster you kept repeating those words like a mantra, clinging to them like a lifeline. You were barely keeping yourself from going over the edge, wanting this to last just a bit longer before you fell into bliss.

Sniper didn’t seem to be faring much better, his usually restrained growls dissolving into low moans as he began to feel a familiar heat beginning to build. He began to thrust slower and at a different angle, hoping that he would be able to stave off his own climax while also bringing you closer to your own.

You whined at the more gradual pace he set, thinking that he was simply teasing you. “Mundy, please-” You were about to beg him to go faster, to not stop when everything was feeling so good, and that was when he hit the spot he was looking for. Anything else you would have said was cut off with a loud moan. “Oh fuck!” you gasped, arching forward and wrapping your arms over Sniper’s shoulders.

He chuckled, pressing his lips against yours. You could feel him grinning against your mouth before he pulled away. “There’s the spot,” he whispered, immediately picking up his pace, now aiming for that bundle of nerves that made you see stars. Within moments the pleasure was beginning to build once again, and Sniper could tell by the way you started to tremble around him. “You’re going to come very soon, aren’t you?” He asked. You whined, digging your nails into his skin as his teasing only brought you closer to the edge. “Use your words, love. Tell me how close you are to coming for me.”

You took a deep, shaky breath, collecting yourself just enough to say something coherent. “I’m so fucking close. Please, I want you!”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked, trying to sound dominant and commanding, but desperation seeped into his tone. He needed this as much as you did.

“I want you to make me come on your cock,” you growled, teeth clenched as you held out just long enough to see Sniper’s expression as he came undone. With a shaky moan, his thrusts quickly became uneven, and in an instant his hand was caressing down your body, fingers quickly reaching your clit. Even as he spilled into you he focused on that delightfully sensitive area, rubbing gentle circles until you finally snapped, scratching raised red lines into his back as your orgasm overtook you.

When you eventually came down from your high you were shaking, and you muttered a weak apology when you realized your fingernails had drawn some blood. Sniper didn’t seem to mind, after all he had felt much worse. “I must admit, mundane tasks are much more interesting with you seated so nicely on my cock.” He leaned forward, trailing soft kisses up your neck until he reached your ear. “Maybe we should do this more often.”

“Maybe,” you chuckled, leaning back against the counter with a sigh. Suddenly the thought of Sniper cleaning his guns seemed far more erotic than it had before. You smiled fondly, glancing towards him with tired eyes as the afterglow began to settle over you. “I love you.”

Sniper smiled back at you before pulling you forward, treating you much like the doll he often referred to you as. He wrapped your limbs around him so that he could lift you off the hard counter and carry you to the bed, a far more comfortable surface for you to relax on. “I love you too, darling.”

[river-silvestri]

So it’s been a hot second since I’ve actually shared art on here, but here’s a screen cap inspired Top Gun: Maverick piece!

I wanted to try mixing a bit of stylised with semi realism, hence the funky dust pattern. And I’m super proud of the clouds! They actually turned out decent for once!

Anyways, yes I’ve become fully obsessed with Cool Plane Movie 2: Electric Boogaloo so expect more art for that!

Please don’t repost or share to another website.

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[lightfromthelostland]

Maverick gets an awful lot of crap for only being a captain in Top Gun 2: Electric Boogaloo, but does anyone give Viper a hard time for being a commander? He must needs have been a lieutenant at least when he was flying with Mav's dad, roughly twenty years prior to Mav's arrival at Top Gun, and he's only been promoted twice since then? Where are Viper's old man jokes, huh? Why isn't anyone picking on him for not being admiral?

[howsitduud]

Hi there. Hello.

So, I love Death Battle. A lot. It's by far one of my favorite webshows, and like a lot of fans, there are plenty of matchups that I would give my left nut to see them tackle. So, I am officially using this blog that I'm sure nobody cares about to make my official

TOP 16 MOST WANTED MATCHUPS

as of 2023 at least. These are going to be ordered from least wanted (but still great) to most wanted, and I'll give my overall thoughts on what I'd want and why I'd think it'll be cool to see, as well as the connections and a potential track name. All thumbnails were made by me, let's go.

#16: Locus vs Din Djarin (Red v Blue vs Star Wars)

Connections: Two ruthless bounty hunters who rarely show their faces who were originally not interested in forming relationships with anyone, just acting as killers. That was, until they met someone who needed help protecting and had a change of heart, turning over a new leaf.

Potential Track Name: Beskars of the Past

I know what you're thinking: "Isn't this just Boba Fett vs Predator 2: Electric Boogaloo?" While yes, these two are similar to Boba and John Yautja, there's plenty in this matchup to give this a different feeling than that episode had. You can have actual banter between these two that doesn't rely on forced movie quotes, higher stakes if the animation is set up like Locus is hunting Grogu, and there's more interesting weapons that can be used, like Locus' shield and Din's rifle. For this matchup, I'd say give Din the Darksaber, only because a final battle between that and the Great Key would be really cool, having Din use a stronger weapon than the key, but one he's not at all skilled with. There's more than enough here to make this a solid spiritual successor to Boba's three episodes without bringing him back.

#15: Old Man Logan vs The Last Ronin (Marvel vs TMNT)

Connections: Older, more jaded versions of classic comic book heroes, jaded by experiencing the loss of most people in their lives and being forced to keep on living due to specific mutations in their bodies.

Potential Track Name: You've Changed, Man

This is among the most highly requested TMNT matchups, and for good reason. There's just enough different with this matchup that makes it a really solid and debatable version of Wolverine vs Raphael. You can do so much with the storytelling here, too. I'd personally like if the two knew of each other as the Wolverine and Michelangelo, so that both of them can have that moment where they're shell-shocked (haha) by who it is they're really fighting. There can be a moment where Logan's claws don't come out fully and he needs to force them up with his hands, to Mikey's confusion, or there can be a moment where Mikey acts way more brutal than his cartoon counterpart, to Logan's confusion. It'll be a nice way to differentiate between the two and add some storytelling and emotional elements to this script.

#14: Ghost Rider vs Spawn (Marvel vs ...)

Connections: Edgy comic book anti-heroes who were orginally ordinary men who made a deal with the Devil (or devil-adjacent) to become hellspawns at the cost of their servitude, using chains and guns to deliver their version of justice. Eventually they unseated the Devil and became the ruler of Hell. Also, it's an angel vs demon fight.

Potential Track Name: Chained to Hell

I don't even know what to say about this. It's the most basic bitch answer to anyone's favorite Marvel matchup. Both Rider and Spawn deserve a runback due to how much content that wasn't used in their episodes and how long ago they were, and both have plenty of weapons and abilities they can use to make this fight interesting. Out of all the matchups on this list, this actually has a chance of happening this season, given how people said that they pentagram in the cipher was teasing this. I hope they're correct, but I wouldn't be mad either way.

#13: Jimmy Hopkins vs Karma Akabane (Bully vs Assassination Classroom)

Connections: Two delinquent children with a long history of violence who came into a new classroom ready to cause trouble, only for them to learn the error of their ways and be on the paths for forging something else out of their lives, changing up their school's entire social hierarchy.

Potential Track Name: Juvenile Justice

I fucking love both Bully and Assassination Classroom. While other matchups like Jimmy vs Yandere-Chan or Koro-Sensei vs Monokuma work, I don't know, there's just something about this matchup that hits for me. I really like the idea of these two talking trash to each other the entire animation, both of them pulling out their non-lethal weapons like stink bombs and BB guns, and running around the Bullworth campus avoiding getting caught by prefects and teachers. I also really like the dynamic of Jimmy being more physical and using his guns while Karma is way more strategic, using his advanced training to get ahead. I don't know why, but I really like this matchup. It would be so fun to see play out.

#12: Elliot Dunkel vs Guy Hamdom (El Goonish Shive vs She-Zow)

Connections: Two teenage boys who can transform into female superheroes, originally dreading this until learning that they had a mission to protect their small towns.

Potential Track Name: She's a Superhero!

Despite the gimmicky nature of this matchup at first glance, there's a lot more to it. You can have the fight start out with both of them in their base form, where Elliot has the advantage due to his Anime-Style Martial Arts training, until Guy turns into She-Zow and forces Elliot to transform as well. I'd love if we get a brief fight with Elliot as his cat form before he turns into Cheerleadra, but I'd understand if that's too much. Speaking of too much, She-Zow has a lot of weapons and abilities at their disposal. To name a few, there's a Boomerang Brush, Lipstick Laser, Shrink Ray, Vanishing Cream, she can wink so hard she creates gusts of wind, she can make her fist grow bigger, and she can even do a Sailor Moon-esque sonic shriek. I'd love to see She-Zow bust out all of these weapons, only for Cheerleadra to just brute-force her way through all of them. Despite Elliot's obscurity and She-Zow's problematic writing, I still think this matchup is worth doing. Just don't watch the show She-Zow's based on, it's not very good. I just wanted a good matchup for my boy Elliot.

#11: Ridley vs Vile (Metroid vs Mega Man)

Connections: Villains from classic NES/SNES series with purple motifs and cybernetic enhancements that have a personal vendetta against the protagonist of their series, who they fought and almost killed on multiple occasions if not for an outside force messing with them.

Potential Track Name: Ride for Revenge

I know there's a lot of debate over who Ridley should fight, with some people saying Rayquaza and others saying Vilgax, but I personally think Vile is the best option for him. Both have great potential for banter and some cool exchanges, like a beam struggle or Vile busting out all the Ride armors to compete with Ridley physically. The big question is if Ridley would have his cybernetics or not. I'd vote yes, but only so that you can have Ridley start the fight with his full enhancements to lose them as the fight progresses, mimicking how he progresses in canon and to simulate battle damage on him. Plus, I'd love for the fight to start out like Vile is investigating a planet when Ridley starts picking off his crew one by one, similar to how he does in his Smash Bros. trailer. Metroid and Mega Man are franchises I've gained more and more appreciation for, and this matchup would be so cool to see.

#10: Yor Forger vs Beatrix Kiddo (SpyxFamily vs Kill Bill)

Connections: Two fake brides who are secretly assassins that specialize in blades.

Potential Track Name: Newlydead

I again don't have much to say about this other than "it's fucking cool." Yes, it's a complete stomp in Yor's favor, yes Beatrix only has 2 movies to work with, and yes, this is a street-tier fight between who people with not a lot of weapons to work with, but I don't care. This is the female version of Bond vs Wick, what's not to like? Yor is one of my favorite anime characters, and Kill Bill is a movie I love to death, so seeing them both be covered would be awesome. Plus, there's plenty of potential for cool moments, like both of them pushing through lethal wounds to keep fighting. In particular, I would like Beatrix to land the heart-exploding technique on Yor, but have her keep going to show how resilient she can be. Really, this can just be a cool ass sword fight and nothing else and I'd be happy.

#9: William Afton vs Junko Enoshima (Five Nights at Freddy's vs Danganronpa)

Connections: Main antagonists of their series who were behind most of the events that happened, using robot bears to kill children.

Potential Track Name: Remnants of Despair

I know, I know, lot of negative feelings towards this matchup. While I get the criticisms, I think there's plenty here to make for a great episode. Junko can take control of the Monokumas and have those protect her, as well as having plenty of weapons on her own and Alter Ego Junko. William, meanwhile, has the springlock crank, a fucking gun, a time-travelling ball pit, hallucinatory disks, and an ai alter ego of his own (I know it's technically an ai reconstruction of him, but shush). Plus, you can have major moments in this animation where they both use their intellect to get one-ups over each other. I would love there to be a scene where William has Junko dead to rights, there is no escape for her, only for her to start laughing uncontrollably and say that she loves the despair she's feeling. The only problem I forsee is how they'll tackle the FNAF story, but that's easy to work around. I kinda get why this matchup is taken with such vitriol, but I still love it and would love to see it happen someday.

#8: Kimiko Miyashiro vs Nezuko Kamado (The Boys vs Demon Slayer)

Connections: Ordinary girls who live in worlds where dangerous super-powered individuals run free that eventually became one of those individuals after their families where murdered. Due to their powers, they became extremely protective of their brothers and joined a team of people who stop the super-powered individuals, eventually falling in love with one of the members.

Potential Track Name: Josei no Seizon-Sha

This would honestly be just a better version of Mileena vs X-23. This would have to be a high-paced fight between two girls who brutally tear each other apart, only to quickly heal from these wounds and get right back into the fight 2 seconds later. There's so much potential for cool moments that you can focus on because these two don't say much. One scene I'd love to see is if Kimiko ripped a tree off its roots and pinned Nezuko's arm with it, only for Nezuko to rip her arm off to take a swing at her, regrowing the arm like it's nothing. This fight sounds way too cool to pass up and I wouldn't miss it for the world.

#7: Aragorn vs Jon Snow (Middle Earth vs Game of Thrones)

Connections: Literary rivalry between two human warrior kings in fantasy worlds.

Potential Track Name: A Song of Snow and Flames

I mean, duh, right? This has been a debate ever since both these series hit the mainstream, and not just in vs debating circles. You'd be shocked to know that I haven't watched Game of Thrones or read the original books, but I am a huge fan of the Middle Earth books and the LOTR movies, and Jon Snow is a character who interests me a lot. With the release of Sauron vs Lich King and Undead vs Dragonborn now making fantasy matchups actually cool and hip with the kids, I forsee that this will at least be in consideration for future season of the show. It's not particularly close, but it's still rad as hell.

#6: Raven vs Sailor Saturn (DC vs Sailor Moon)

Connections: Magical girls on teams of peacekeepers who are seen as misfits due to their past trauma with their abusive parents, but with the power of their friends, learned to overcome it and make their own destinies.

Potential Track Name: Titans of Silence

Raven was a character who meant a lot to me growing up, with me seeing a lot of myself in her, and the same can be said about Tomoe when I first watched Sailor Moon later on in life. Both perfectly straddle the line between cool as fuck and being genuine sympathetic characters; easily some of my favorites in their respective shows. So, imagine my joy when I realized that this matchup had plenty of great animation potential. Both have so many neat abilities they can use, it'll be cool to see them bounce off each other. Raven is a returning character, but her episode against Twilight mainly focused on emotion-manipulating magic. Here, you can focus on the more destructive side of Raven, perfectly in line with Tomoe being the guardian of silence and destruction. One scene that could perfectly exemplify this is a moment where Tomoe strikes her glaive on the ground, destroying the planet the fight is taking place on, forcing them both to fight on the bits of the exploding planet. This has a lot of potential, and I'm not alone in seeing it.

#5: Pennywise vs Freddy Kreuger (It vs Nightmare on Elm Street)

Connections: Two demonic horror icons who create nightmares and feast on people's fears.

Potential Track Name: New Nightmares

I feel like out of every single matchup on this list, this has probably the most animation potential, since both of them can do pretty much anything they put their minds to. Despite the nature of their powers, they're not bound by a single person or by being specifically in dream realms, this animation can just be a fun, chaotic, terrifying fight between two reality warping demons. What I love about this matchup is that they both have so many ways to banter with each other and insult one another. Obviously verbal insults are on the table, but both can shapeshift into characters and people from each other's past. Pennywise can taunt Freddy as anybody from Elm Street, the people who killed him, or even Jason Vorhees as a cool reference, and Freddy can turn into any of the Loser's Club. I'd love if they turned into Wes Craven and Stephen King and pretended to be their creators renouncing their creations. This matchup is only bound by the crew's imaginations (and budgetary restraints), and I would love to see what they could come up with. Just don't turn this into Jason vs Michael 2 and have it be about Jane Shlane.

#4: Henry vs The Second Coming vs Red vs Fancy Pants Man (Henry Stickmin vs Animator v Animation vs Dick Figures vs Fancy Pants Adventures)

Connections: Four stick figure characters who were pioneers of their specific genre in the world of internet animation and Flash games.

Potential Track Name: Stick it to 'Em

Yes, I'm using the name that Brandon Yates used is his track for this matchup, bite me. As for the reason I want this matchup to happen it's simple: I think it'd be really cool. I loved stick figure animations and games growing up. I spent probably all of middle school thinking about the cool animator vs animation episode that I watched or the funny things that happened in Dick Figures and Henry Stickmin, and I only just now got around to playing the Fancy Pants Adventure games, but they're still really good! I love all of these characters, so why not have them kill each other? And yes, The Second Coming is the AvA rep because he has more to work with than anyone else. Speaking of, the animation potential for this matchup is through the roof. Henry and Red have so many weapons to pull from, and TSC and Fancy Pants Man can interact with the environment in so many cool and creative ways that they're bound to be tons of cool shit that happens. In terms of who wins; Fancy Pants is obviously the Volnutt here, Red isn't doing particularly much, but I've heard plenty of good arguments for either Henry or TSC. I'm personally leaning towards TSC, only because I want a death that involves a choice screen popping up like in the Henry Stickmin games, only for TSC to completely ignore that and stopping Henry from making the choice in the first place. This matchup has only gotten better with time, and I would love nothing more than this to be Death Battle's tribute to Flash animation.

#3: Shuma-Gorath vs Starro the Conqueror (Marvel vs DC)

Connections: One-eyed alien conquerors based on starfish that can control people’s minds.

Potential Track Name: Seeing Stars

Look, I know Marvel vs DC matchups have gotten really stale ever since a certain season dropped during the pandemic, but a lot of those matchups can still be really creative. We got a glimpse of that with Ant-Man vs Atom and Wanda vs Zatanna, but Scarecrow vs Mysterio lends itself well to horror and trippy visuals, and matchups like Swamp-Thing vs Man-Thing and Dormammu vs Trigon can have the hosts explore the Marvel and DC cosmologies without seeming like huge undertakings. But for me, my personal favorite Marvel vs DC matchup is Starro vs Shuma. Both these 2 are some of my favorite villains in all of comic books, and I would love to see how high-scale Death Battle can make this matchup be. The tricky part here is getting their personalities down, since they both can oscillate between "goofy ridiculous golden age weirdos" and "lovecraftian horrors beyond comprehension." The way I'd handle it would be to have the fight start out as a campy kaiju fight between giant starfish that gradually escalates beyond the plane of reality, taking the fight to the Nightmare Realm and beyond, with both of them becoming more etherial and horrifying as the fight progresses. I don't have much to say besides that. This is by far my favorite Marvel vs DC fight and one that I wouldn't complain about being the sort of farewell to that trope on Death Battle.

#2: Nimona vs Grace Scuiridae (... vs El Goonish Shive)

Connections: Two shapeshifters who were demonized for their unnatural abilities. Both would be the target of capture for a major antagonist, meeting up with a mad scientist that they would soon grow attached to. Both can mold their bodies into whatever form they wish and both desired to go down opposite paths; Nimona wanted to become a villain and Grace wanted to become a hero. Eventually, both Nimona and Grace would end up confronting the people who tortured them all that time ago and face off against them, showing off a powerful rage-induced form that they would get lost in until one of their friends helped them calm down.

Potential Track Name: Shady Shapeshifters

I think I'm the only person on the planet to ever conceive of this matchup, but fuck it. Nimona and El Goonish Shive are two of my favorite webcomics of all time, with the movie adaptation of Nimona being my second most anticipated film of this year (second to Spider-Verse, but still). So, once I saw the similarities between these two, I fell in love with this matchup. As much as I would love to see how Death Battle tackles the stories of Nimona and EGS, it's the animation and writing that excites me the most. The start honestly writes itself; Nimona starts some shit in Moperville, Grace goes to stop her. Easy peasy. But it's the rest of the fight choreography and writing that I think could make this something special. Nimona and Grace have such different ways of shapeshifting, so it'll be cool to see Nimona's rapid beastial shapeshifting contrast with Grace adapting her own body to counter what Nimona's doing. You can have Nimona breath fire at Grace and be confused as to why she seems completely fine (since Grace's fur is fireproof), you can have a moment where they both transform into squirrels and awkwardly scratch at each other in the trees, you can even have an exchange where they're talking about their geneology and Nimona says "I'm a shark!" and Grace replies "Well, did I mention I'm part space alien?" Speaking of the writing, you can have a sort of narrative follow the fight, where Grace tries her best to pacify Nimona, who keeps getting frustrated that Grace isn't really taking the fight seriously. Then when Grace accidentally triggers Nimona's trauma from their past and/or calls them a monster, Nimona goes berserk and starts destroying Moperville (either the comic dragon or the film beast works for me, but I prefer the dragon). Then Grace looks at all the destruction they're causing to her home and starts getting mad too, transforming into her berserker form like she did against Damien. I imagine that the kill would be an accidental one where the winner starts getting emotional while the loser comforts them as they're dying. Even though there's one matchup I love more than this, given how obscure these two are in the realm of versus, this would get a much bigger reaction out of me. Speaking of a matchup I love more...

#1: Percy Jackson vs Zagreus (... vs Hades)

Connections: Two sons of one of the "Big Three" gods , who have massive daddy issues due in part to them being lied to about their parents. They eventually embark on a quest where they need to go in and out of Tartarus to see their biological mothers. Both have been trained by famous Ancient Greek heroes, both have had weapons and abilities passed onto them from the Olympian Gods, and both have connections to Achilles.

Potential Track Name: Thicker Than Water

I know what you're thinking: "What about Percy vs Harry Potter? Or Pit vs Zag?" While I think Pit is a fine opponent for Zagreus, I am not a big fan of Harry vs Percy for a lot of reasons. I won't get into them now, but I'm kind of over Harry Potter as a franchise at the moment. Hades, on the other hand is my favorite game of all time and Percy is my favorite fictional character of all time, so imagine how shocked I was that nobody else was really suggesting this matchup even though it would be really fucking cool to see. Now, there's not really much in terms of connections (more than Korra and Storm had tho :P) but where this matchup shines is the animation potential. Both Percy and Zag have so many weapons and abilities to bounce off each other, it might shock people to learn that Percy isn't just water bender man. He can shake the earth, create storms, and he has a javelin that can fire nets. I would love to see Zagreus use Hestia's boons to create wind vortexes and have Percy create a small storm to counter it, or have Percy use the water created in Poseidon's calling to whip Zagreus around. Obviously the fight would take place in Tartarus or Zagreus can't stand a chance, but I would love if the end took place near the surface world like the final boss does in the game. Hell, I think an appropriate way to start the fight would be to have Percy beon a mission from Hades himself to stop Zag from reaching the surface world. Oh, and the banter here would be awesome to hear; they're basically the same in terms of personality and how they talk. I can go on about this matchup for days, but just know that this is my favorite matchup of all time and I would love love love if Death Battle (or any vs show really) tackled this.

Not gonna happen tho :/

[the-invisible-queer]

When the bitches said Top Gun summer part 2 electric boogaloo they meant that shit with their whole chest

[gameguides]

FAITH Flashlight & Lantern Mode Achievements

Welcome to our FAITH Flashlight & Lantern Mode Achievements guide. Some advice for getting the "Livin' Only For the Night" and "I Don't See Under My Feet" achievements! #FAITH

FAITH Flashlight & Lantern Mode Achievements

Some advice for getting the "Livin' Only For the Night" and "I Don't See Under My Feet" achievements! Preface Flashlight mode and and Lantern mode are two optional modes added to Chapter 1. They do exactly what you would expect, making the entire screen dark except for area covered by the flashlight or lantern. The flashlight gives John a long range but narrow cone of light, and the lantern lights up a small circle around him. I personally found Lantern mode easier than Flashlight mode, but the completion percentages imply otherwise, so you can tackle these in whatever order you prefer. Getting in the House For this section, it will be helpful to "FAITH Chapter 1 Walkthrough & Collectible Notes" guide open. It contains a map that will let you get to where you need to go as soon as possible. Because of your limited vision, avoiding Michael (the white spider demon) becomes a lot harder. I found the best way to deal with him is to stay on the edge of the screen, and go to the next screen and back again as soon as you hear one of his voice lines.

First, go to the shack and get the key. It is located four screens up and two screens right of the starting screen. Watch out for Michael when exiting the shack! After you have the key, go two tiles left and then two tiles up to get to the house. Because you already have the key, you can go straight in. Amy Part 1 Summon Amy by going down into the basement, and standing in the center of the inverted cross in the bottom left room. You are then brought upstairs, where a short cutscene plays. To unlock the attic, you will need to exorcise Amy a few times. Just go into any room other than the bedroom, and she will come for you. Because you can't see the blood trails that signify what direction she is coming from, I suggest moving to the center of the room and rapidly tapping the exorcise button, while rotating around. Once she is stopped, just exorcise the Amy that blinks slightly differently. After doing this for a while the door to the attic should open in the top right room of the second floor. Amy 2: Electric Boogaloo Enter the attic and go up one room to start the boss fight. The game gives you a checkpoint after every phase, so don't worry too much about dying. Phase 1Keep your cross on Amy while avoiding the gray demons. They can't be dispelled, so just move when they come too near. Phase 2Phase 2 plays out similarly to the section before this fight. Spam your cross in all directions until Amy appears, and then exorcise the odd one out. When you hear a whooshing sound, dodge in a direction perpendicular to the one you were exorcising in, then return to your position and exorcise in the opposite of your original direction. Phase 3Phase 3 is very difficult, but can be made trivial with a simple trick.

Move John to a position similar to the one in the above image, and wait for Amy to come to one of the upper corners of the pentagram. Once she is not moving, step back from her slightly to avoid her projectile, and then exorcise her. When she starts moving again, return to your original position. She will occasionally send a gray demon after you, but this can also be avoided by stepping back. This phase will take a bit longer than the others, because we are playing much more passively. Ending After defeating Amy, head downstairs and grab the gun. At this point you can go for whatever ending you want, but I just went straight to the car and shot Michael when he charges at you from the left. Read the full article

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Tumblr stop recc'ing me Tom Cruise thirst posts, he was only ever hot as Lestat in IWTV and even that isn't enough for me to drool over his scientologist limpdick

[yikes-00]

Round 2: electric boogaloo.

Disclaimer- top gun Pete Mitchell would be in the fight, TGM Pete Mitchell would break it up. I went with TG Pete Mitchell bc that’s the pic I have

[i-can-even-burn-salad]

Undeserved: Masterlist

A decade of regrettable decisions led to Damien being too deeply involved with a bunch of rebels, fighting for a cause that isn’t even his. When he’s tasked with a murderous job, his plan is simple: get close, kill the ambassador, vanish unseen.

Unfortunately even the simplest plan can fail, and he finds himself gravely injured and in the hands of his enemies. The punishment for treason is death, if he’ll live long enough to be brought to trial. Some of his captors hate him even more than he hates himself, and they know what horrible things he has used his magic for…

This list has no comfort.

His rescue/recovery can be found in Glass Shards. Pls don’t stab me.

Approximate total word count: 48k

More or less complete warnings: Abuse / Alcohol / Amputation / Animal death (a mouse) / Asphyxiation / Beating / Blood / Broken bones / Bruises / Burns / Caning / Captivity / Child abuse* / Chronic pain / Degradation / Dehydration / Dislocation / Fever / Forced to hurt / Forced to watch / Gagged / Gore / Guns / Head trauma / Humiliation / Infection / Knives / Magical exhaustion / Manhandling / Manipulation / Minor character death / Mutilation / Nightmares / Panic attack / Phantom pain / Public torture / Restraints / Self-hate / Starvation / Strangulation / Stress position / Strong language / Torture / Trauma / Violence / Vomiting (non-graphic) / Wishing for death (to escape torture)

*Day 7, Day 24 and Bonus: Trust are flashbacks to when he’s age 16, 12 and 9, respectively. Those can be skipped.

Individual warnings will be tagged on each chapter. Let me know if I’m missing anything, or if you need any clarification. In case that’s important for your reading pleasure: Neither hand injuries nor amputation are in the context of torture — it got blown up on accident. Though no one is particularly nice about it…

Story

Ebook Version!

Part 1: Raqhar

Explosion

Shaking

Fear

Breakdown

Nightmare

Attack

PTSD

Lost

Silence

“I told you to be quiet”

“Up! Get up!”

Trust

Humiliation

Make Me

Fake

Can’t go Home

Catharsis

Doubts

Part 2: Caldeia

Bargain

Bloodied

Caught

Touch

Strings

Edges

Footsteps

Starvation

I Deserve This

What have I done?

Broken

Kneel

Praise

Poison

Lights

“Why would you care?”

Burning

Falling

Shattered

Alone

Goodbye

Part 3: Nimrisé

Two Years Later

I finally decided to connect Undeserved with the Fancy Boots arc (post Glass Shards). Chronologically speaking, those chapters are a continuation of Glass Shards, but they are thematically closer to Undeserved.

Basically: Nuisance (Merry’s Story) > Undeserved (Damien’s Story) > Glass Shards (Their Story) > Fancy Boots

These 3 pieces are from his time with the rebels, but appear in the story as flashbacks during his post recovery arc:

Refusal

Consequences

Voluntary

Characters

Damien: 

Bio

Portrait

Moodboard

Fanart by befuddled-calico-whump

Valadan: 

Bio (Age from Heal my Wounds)

Portrait

Fancy Boots: 

Bio

Portrait

Gaston: 

I’m so sorry (spoiler)

My boy(s) got a tag! They’re here:

Damien is his own nightmare

Valadan doesn't like glass

Riordan has fancy boots

Imagine if it was a real book.

Imagine if it was a real book 2, electric boogaloo.

[ID: The top image is a banner showing blurry, green glass shards on a dark surface. Across it is written the title of the story, Undeserved, in a bright to dark blue gradient with a white outline. All other images in this post are purely ornamental lines. The same is true for all Undeserved story posts. End ID.]

[pizza-hats-of-the-world-1882]

Part 2 electric Boogaloo

My boyyy raoul de bragelonne <3

(L to r, top to bottom)

1: stanning raoul on the internet isn't enough I need a gun

2. If I were your fiancee I would simply not cheat on you with the king of France, rip to Louise de la valliere but I'm different

3. The amount of paintings i make of him really speaks to how much he rotates in my mind like a cube

4. My boy has anxiety please help him(also when are we going to talk about the fact he was told he was adopted for like at least 15 years before athos told him "by the way I'm yur dad" like WHT does that do to a person and also how did that convo go?? Answer me alex)[not to mention his obvious perfectionism and abandonment issues like he is such a square and such a goody two shoes and it is sooo clear how much he is compensating for his 'low birth' and competing w a really high family legacy I just aaaaa also he is autism.]

5. See 4^ and I started wearing this stupid necklace cus the style is called lavalliere (named after real historical figure Louise de la valliere) and it reminds me of him <3

6. Mostly this is directed at man in the Iron mask (1998) how very dare they kill him off so quickly and with so little pathos grrrrr. And, far be it from to say anything against cinematic masterpiece barbie and the three musketeers but raoul should have been in it as the "dorky older brother" type character with a b plot ab asking his crush out" that I could swear is a thing in barbie movies and yet I can't think of a single instance

7. alexxxx,,, blease,, if your going to title the book "le vicomte de bragelonne", then can you please stop cutting away from him to write HISTORICAL RPF?????!!

8. Free space!: raoul peels a lime and eats it like an orange. Peace and love ❤️

9. I think I've said enough. Tho reading his mental breakdown in high school legitimately helped me realize that I was also having a mental breakdown so technically he makes me less mentally ill

10. Raoul should do more things wrong, I think that regicide would emotionally heal him

Anyway here's a doodle of him I did at work because I'm doing this at work

[vinnival]

Enjoy bb!

Too Powerful 2:

Electric Boogaloo

AUDITOR

Hes a little scared of you

You could easily kill him but luckily you're on his side

You're definitely his right-hand and bodyguard

You sway a lot of his opinions ngl

He met you when you stopped by his building and asked for a simple job

He was a little skeptical but interviewed you and then watched you demonstrate your power

You instantly became his favorite and immediately hired you with how much you wrecked house in the training area

Hes scared of your power but he openly flaunts it

You've fought and killed Hank at least 5 times consecutively

Hank won't accept that you're stronger lol

TRICKY

WHAT

he is baffled by your power

"YOU STRONGER THAN HANK?!?!"

He tried to attack you when you met, you immediately took him down with a counter

He respected you ever since

He 110% wants you to teach him your ways

To fight Hank ofc

Hes actually watched you fight him and when you immediately cornered Wimbleton, Tricky told you to stop so they can kill Hank themselves

He tries surprise fighting you every once in a while, but you of course end up beating him

They're always just :O

JEBUS

"Damn you're powerful"

You were a higher-up agent, and was tasked with supervising trainee grunts with Jeb

Turns out the trainees were traitors, and tried to overwhelm you both

Before he could give it a second thought, you've swept through all 15 of them with your uzi and throwing daggers

Ofc besties

He loves spending time with you and asking you to show off your skills

You guys probably do real life fruit ninja but with guns

You obviously shoot all the fruits thrown

He trusts you a lot

Like a lot a lot

Even lets you touch his halo n stuff

Wholesome reddit chungus moment 100

SHERIFF

Mf uses all the goddamn cowboy pick up lines on you

WOOOO powerful WOOOOOOOOO

Loves trying to impress you

"And heres this new horsie I bought for 100k just the other day!" -sheriff while leaning on a different "i paid 100k for it" horse

He did a mega spit take when he first saw your power

Idolizes you definitely

You're his top bodyguard

A tad bit jealous that you're a better sharpshooter than him

You constantly use the line "fastest shot in the west" to tease him

Don't be mean :(

He is amazed at how naturally good you are with every gun in his collections of guns

Like even if its a gun you NEVER heard of/seen before you just. Flow with it so well

He wants to know your secrets

Secretly thinks you're a god tbh but you slap him (not too hard) when he says that and he's like "😁👍 understandable pardner have a rootin'-tootin' day ya hear"

channeling my inner southern writer to write for sheriff was something I'd never expect to do but here we are. Hope you enjoyed !!! <333

[uldren-sov]

pyrrhic

ooph this is a long one but i hope you enjoy it! SWTOR Assault on Tython 2 electric boogaloo from the POV of my Sith Warrior Elora (aka Darth Aescir)

Just kind of going ham and thinking about what that day might have actually been like for our little up and coming sphere of offense Darth.

Only, you guys know how short lived her victory really is :)

If Tython could be described as anything, it would be impossible to not describe it as “peaceful.” Appropriate, of course, for the Order it hid, who championed and were bound by peace. Yet, like so much else, the truth could not be complete in just utterance of a singular word. The pronunciation of such a truth belied the reality of the screaming AA guns that pierced the overcast sky, the screech of tie-fighters flying overhead, and the dying yells of the Jedi. The horror of which instead articulated every word that may profane the utterance of “peace” as describing Tython any longer. Now it was impossible to enunciate the word “peace” as any other sound other than “war.” 

As impossible as it was for the young Darth to bring war to Tython.

Gone were the days when the Sith could stroll arrogantly up to the front door of the Jedi. Malgus used their one element of surprise to devastating effect some 16 years ago now. The temerity of which simply could not be replicated, no matter how many glory hunters in her ears – her Lord and Master included – told Darth Aescir otherwise. No, instead teams of special operation soldiers, paired off some of her most capable Sith, secured what they could of the area around the Temple itself. Some of the best Ciphers Intelligence could spare sabotaged defense grids in order to begin the verifiable siege of the Temple itself from the sky and orbit above. All in an effort to bring the real strength of their forces to bear on the Jedi. 

Cresting over the top of the once verdant cliffside path, she can truly witness the consequences of her success. The serene majesty of what she knew to be rolling, flowering green hills, surrounding the simple, beautiful, training grounds before the Temple itself were razed utterly, leaving nothing left but seared and ashen skeletal trees, ground ripped apart and littered, not with flowers but with the bodies and weapons of Republic and Imperial alike. In the ruins of what was once testing grounds, Padawans, Knights, and their Masters find the ultimate test of nascent and experienced skill as sabers of blue and green clash against the only unity to the Sith; red. 

Smoke and embers burned at her already flame-colored eyes and soot stung her throat as the Darth stalked through the path of ruin her army made before her keeping her power and presence masked. The path was rough hewn and shattered by blasts of ship fire, and in a startling if horrific mimic of that assault 16 years ago, a Republic transport ship made a burning trench across the front path leading to the Temple proper. The smoldering metal husk remains off the side of the Temple yet not before it left wings, panels, and other debris it it’s fiery wake. Explosions detonated as one by one what seems to be the last mechanical defense of the Order erupted into gouts of fire and shrapnel, sending black and brown robed forms leaping for cover only to be met with more aggression, more destruction wherever they landed. A cheer rings forth with the victory as a result she sweeps onto the field. Darth Aescir, Elora Makiir, would no longer languish in the safety of the sidelines.

There would be no respite, no relief, no peace found on this day for the Republic and their Jedi. Only their last line of defense remained: massive sealed doors of the Temple itself where a small group formed a dutiful yet doomed line that repelled Sith and Lord alike with admirable efficacy. Orders rang out over the comms as she defiled the first soot-stained tile leading towards the Temple with her step onto it. 

Although she still concentrates to mask her presence, heads turn, as a small group of Sith begin to march at her flank, and still others – recovered from their own smaller victories – rush to join her fray. The wind whips off her thin black and red patterned hood as she picks up speed, running towards the front of the Temple as others move to intercept the few Jedi close enough to see this development happening and try to stop it. They cover the long path leading up to the Temple in a matter of moments with the Darth at their point, a plane wing remains the only obstacle between her and the last sacrificial holdout before the doors of the Temple. Her boots find purchase on the wrought metal, and leaping forth, it takes two steps before she crests the wing.

She disappears as she launches herself off the top edge of it. For a moment everything is still; the tide of black and red remain at the bottom of the stairs around the defiant wing of the Republic transport. Trees remain uprooted and sheared by wind and fire, statues lay toppled and scattered across the ground as unseeing stone eyes bear witness to this impossibility made real. These last brave, foolish, resolute Jedi were as much fixtures of the Order as the statues that rest in pieces at their feet, are as much witnesses to such dread incomprehensibility as those stones, and all that remains is grim determination of knowing this was the moment their faith is tested – rewarded before they crumbled like those statues as well.

When she appears, she is mere feet above them, a comet of fury and rage, as she slams down between them. Lightning erupts around her as the very ground shatters and rips up underneath her feet, throwing the Jedi away from her like so many dolls tossed aside as they’re lanced through with the red emanation of her righteous wrath. She feels her own presence now cast a deep wave through the Force like a heavy rock being thrown into the center of a pond and rippling its surface. The remaining Sith ascend to her position – and descend upon this last line of defense, bolstered by her own choleric frenzy. 

In the end, and with her power finally added to the fray, the Jedi soon fall amidst the remains of the statues they personified. A select group of Sith stand before the blast door itself – and she can’t help but think how less enforced the stone around the Temple is compared to the massive metal door – one Sith in particular punches through the thing as it tears clean off whatever mechanism kept it held in place. The blowback of dust, rubble, and fire told the tale of the destruction it wrought and while the dust and wind settle, the flames still rage on.

An exaggerated bow is offered to her as she steps through the flames. 

The fire is buffeted away at her feet as she strides to the final act of her triumph. Step by step through the flames and the rubble, straight into one of the most sacred centers of the Force. A place where no Sith has set foot in of their own volition. As she follows the path of destruction through a slow methodical march she can’t help but feel a – resistance, a pressure, pressing against her, making every step forward more labored than the next until every step she took was a test of her conviction, of her resolve. The heat of the flames around her turn hotter as this presence fights against her and her concentration wavers.  What ruin has she caused, what destruction has she wrought, and how much death will saturate the land and the Force, as a result of her actions? What is the cost of this victory? The thoughts seared through her defenses, her tenacity, and as the doubts began to fester and burn away at her courage, so too do the flames grow hotter around her. She reaches out to push against it, the reticence, the fire itself. Such doubt had no place in her mind, not when she was this close, not when the Code empowered her against such idle vexations. She would not be here if she did not have the power to obtain this victory. 

Her fingertips find the end to the flames even as she remains engulfed. She reaches out of it, pulling herself through the last of the fire as she clenches her armored hand around her courage and reticence in equal measure, bringing them both to bear. On the other side she finds wide-eyed faces reflecting the bright horror of the flames, the glow and ozone smell of lightsabers being drawn, and the utter wreckage of some massive geometric statue behind this final bastion of defiance. 

A clench of her hand snuffs out the fire, and her doubt, completely. Leaving them all awash in faceless darkness beyond the low humming light of the Jedi’s sabers and glow of the Sith’s eyes. Until one by one the angry hiss of igniting sabers replaces the defiant glow of the fire with the burning red light of dozens of red lightsabers behind her. While she may not have led the initial march into Tython, as she draws both of her blades to cross over her body, the Darth is the first to strike.

The skirmish was as brutal as it was decisive. The battle in the main hall of the Temple quieted from the death knells of Jedi and Sith alike to the constant destructive rhythm of heavy blaster fire raining down around them. Intermittent screams echoed through deeper halls as the errant Sith and Imperials carry out her orders to capture any stragglers. Aescir herself stalks the halls she had only memorized in holographic recreations towards her true goal now that it was confirmed that the Council was somehow all offworld.

She tries to find satisfaction in the calculus of what that meant, in the lives of Imperials and Sith it saved as she drags her hand along the rough natural stone of the walls -- to lend some sort of realism to this whole scenario -- but cannot fight past her sudden disappointment. The shift of balance here from Light to Dark, the insidious humming that calls to her need to sharpen herself against ever harder adversaries like a blade, both cut into her ability to reason this clearly. Knowing she’s been robbed of her opportunity to better herself bleeds into and colors her reason red like the psychopaths she “commands.” Yet, the one balm to the terrible ache of her disappointment, is sensing a sizable power yet remains before her, in the very room she would expect the truly last holdout of strength would be. 

While a team Sith worthlessly break into the Jedi Council’s chambers, she has found her path to where the true value of this Temple is: the Archives. Thousands upon thousands of years of knowledge kept right at their fingertips, histories, philosophies, records of historical and current data of the Republic they purport to serve. She may not value some of the knowledge in the Archives but she knows the value of knowledge itself, and knows others will know what to do with it. Once she can secure it.

Applying a bit of Force the door to the Archives rips open, leaving an Imperial in smart dark leathers – from Intelligence, no doubt – in a tight attention off to the side where a datapad lays forgotten, attached to the security pad beside the door. Within, are the sprawling rows of data modules, walls covered with the blinking arrays, extending to rows and rows of the same, all of it glittering with the same promise that stars do in the sky. They line the edges of pushed aside tables and chairs, a clearing turn fighting ring ringed with light from a window above. It is where a man sits in repose as the still, center, of the raging hurricane that has destroyed everything around him. 

Settled into his meditation, the Jedi has tattooed blue lekku tipped in green which are wrapped casually around his armor and shoulders. He sits as yet another statuesque fixture amidst the Temple, more so than even those Jedi who held the line outside. Yet, the stone of statues at least had such decency not to be so arrogant as to maintain a calm amidst the tragedy, they had the decency to break their facade. She takes a long, slow, breath to steady herself and not allow her own arrogance to preempt her next move. A raise of her chin, a slow stroll toward him, and the man opens his dark, nearly black, eyes to regard her at last. A silence hangs between them as the building itself quakes dangerously around them, as somewhere something heavy crashes to the ground. 

“All of this death and destruction and yet you just sit here, rather than fight with your brothers and sisters Master…” she breaks the silence first, a bow of her head prompts his introduction.  

“Sunic,” he supplies with nothing more than pulling himself onto his armored feet, “Battlemaster and the closest one you’ll find to a Council member here, Darth.” He ends with purposeful punctuation. 

“Aescir,” she states regardless, as she can hardly blame him for his shortness given the circumstances.

“While I would say I was surprised, I had imagined that you would be among those I find here – after all, should anyone remain to turn the tide, it would be the Order’s most proficient warrior.” She continues as she folds both hands over a hilt on her hip. 

“I am exactly where I am needed to be, though this conversation is a surprise,” he states, and even now she can feel the hum of something under the surface, a disruption as though there was heat coming off his words. She couldn’t rightfully expect anyone to be calm during such an attack but… 

“I hear that a lot, but then you must have been expecting this, in some way. Otherwise I’m sure a warrior of your caliber would have been in the front lines,” she offers as she slowly enters into the circle of light. “But whoever ordered you to stay here must have known it would be futile, that you’d be sacrificing yourself for – what, all this?” She makes a small helpless gesture to the things around them as she shakes her head. “I’ll grant you this, Master Sunic, your loyalty is to be commended. I could never follow such an order.” 

“If I’m being honest, with the kind of deception and backstabbing that happens within the Sith hierarchy, I’m not exactly surprised,” he quips with that same heat that speaks of hate and she smothers her irritation with a smile. She’s never been one for patience, it’s a new skill she’s working on tirelessly now that she has an example to follow for it, and this is – just such a time to work at it. She starts to slowly circle around the perimeter of the light.

“I’ll give you that,” because she certainly can afford to, given the soon-to-be ruins they stand in. “However, it is not quite what I meant. Forgive the misunderstanding. It is more that I could not bear to follow an order to protect information when my fellows are outside dying around me and I know that my martial prowess could have at least saved one of them.” She levels him with and his eyes flare with outrage. 

“Any one of us is prepared to die if it means it serves the greater good as a result. I mourn for them, but the destruction of the Archives, our very history, outweighs any one of us” he grinds out. “Do you even believe in such a goal, one that is beyond yourself and your own ambition?” He begins to find his footing as well and slowly starts to circle opposite her as well.

“How does ‘ending the war’ sound to you?” She says simply enough. It stopped the Master dead in his tracks and she paused her pacing to match. “It may not be such a favorable outcome for your side, of course. But was the Treaty of Coruscant not founded upon such a similar event 16 years ago?” There’s a slow shake to his head as she watches the very thoughts play out on his face, from incomprehension to denial, stopping well before trusting her answer as true.

“And my death assures your victory then, the last remaining Jedi here to defy you,” he states as he now pushes his robe aside to show the long hilt of a saberstaff that rests at his waist. 

“Not so. Your death would be a tragedy,” and as he clasps his hand around his hilt, she removes her hand from her own hilt to extend it toward him. “Join me instead. I refuse to believe there are no such commonalities between the two of us that cannot in some way be found. I recognize in you the same fire that burns in me. So I offer you no more and no less than your life.” 

“You can’t be serious,” he openly stares, she’d be insulted at how stormy his expression was if the offer itself was not ludicrous.“I have dedicated my life to putting an end to evil where I see it and the people most dealing it out are the Empire and the Sith. You’re asking me to become one of them?” 

“I am asking you to be honest with yourself, truly honest with yourself, for perhaps the first time in years, Master Sunic, as you said you were before. Because I know that one does not achieve the rank of Battlemaster without loving what you do. And what you do is fight,” she accuses. Her words straighten his spine, touching on something even if she can’t see what. “Indeed, loving some part of the fight, whether it be the rush of the conflict, the chance to prove yourself,” she lets her hand drop away to stalk closer to him, to speak ever softer but with ever more conviction, “to feel so perfectly aligned in body, mind, and Force that you can simply allow yourself to be one with it.

The exultation of just such a moment cannot be overlooked,” she ventures, ever closer and ever more carefully. Patience. Even now she can see the thin veneer of the difficult truth come to the surface. “But so too the less acceptable moments, the pride in a vanquished enemy, the knowledge that you live due to your own superior skill over an enemy that would do you and others harm–”

“That isn’t what happens-” he raises his voice to cut through her words. 

“-I asked you to be honest! There is no one here to judge you or deny you of those feelings any longer,” she says, knowing that if she were to even touch on this common ground too forcefully it would shatter beneath their feet. “I understand it and I would have you accept all of that which you are, even those parts you wished, and meditated, and hoped would abate Battlemaster. The Code is very clear as to this. Imagine, for but a moment, yourself without any of the guilt or shame that may plague you at your --” can’t say darkest, now can she “-- most vulnerable moments?” The air weighs heavy between them, around them, as time itself seems to slow down with it.

“So this is your plan, then? To offer me mercy as the Temple falls around us?” He snarls and where he was once the center of the storm,  it seems as though the winds have finally come to churn, to whip, and to bear upon them – just as she hoped. 

“I would not insult you with my mercy, Battlemaster. I offer you freedom,” and she presents her hand once more. 

For but a moment the blaster fire stops, the chaos abates, and their gazes truly meet. She can nearly see the way the anger has seeped into the cracks of his resolve, as formidable as it may be she knows that if there were ever a time that even such an accomplished Jedi can waver, it would be at a moment like this. She bade her patience to wait just a bit longer, just crucial seconds more as he stayed his blade, as he stared her down with an intensity that spoke of his consideration. Unflinching, unblinking, unyielding she doesn’t even dare allow her hand to shake as it remains extended to him. Does he really dare? 

He blinks first.

Her hand drops away. 

“You and your Code talk of freedom. But I would never,” he seethes in his own right, “join you, while knowing that the same freedom fails to extend to the rest of those in the Empire.” She lets her eyes slide closed as her jaw snaps tight, teeth to teeth; truly the most obvious way in which the Empire runs contrary to the Sith, or even the Sith run contrary to their own Code. “I’m not so naive to think your philosophy is the Empire’s. So if it’s alright with you, I’d rather die doing what’s right, than live perpetuating such wrongs.” He spins the hilt into his hand, igniting his lightsaber one blade at a time. Yellow-gold light erupts from the hilt, coalescing into the familiar shape of the dual blades of a saberstaff. 

The sharp humming cut through the remaining silence, conducting the next volley of blasterfire to rock the Temple to its foundation, and in that deadly resonance anger roils and burns away at the ties that patience so desperately weaved. At her silent command and violent intent power surges to her fingertips, fills her and smolders just under her skin, rising to a jet of emotion that curls a grin full of teeth on her face and rips a sinister, ringing laugh through her.

“Since we are being honest …” she lets her laughter taper off and settle into a growl. “I was hoping you’d say no.” 

With a flash her sabers both ignite and catch his overhead slice in the cross of her sabers. The shock of the contact sparks lightning across her skin as once more their eyes meet between their clashing sabers. The pressure between the three blades crash in a cacophony of sibilant sparks as she holds his strike at bay, pushing against him now as she straightens against the force of the clash. Drawing closer into him, she grins as she sees the reflection and her own glowing eyes in his own. 

More than one way to have a conversation. 

He strikes quickly with the back end of his blade and she sweeps it to the side, spins and slices high, catching the front end once again as he spins it out of the way. A flurry of movement has them striking, riposting, guarding, in the staccato tempo of half and quarter seconds as seconds stretch into minutes of this improvised composition. The circular movement of the saberstaff counteracts the fluid motion of her style. Bringing both of her sabers down onto one side of his has her ducking out of the way as he follows through to bring the back of the blade around, nearly taking off her head. She thrusts toward his body, and follows the momentum of his deflection to spin, bringing her other blade down across his body – if the other side of his staff didn’t catch it before his shoulder, she kicks back square in the hilt and he stumbles back, finally putting some room between them. 

His huff of effort is answered by her growl as she now plays aggressor, closing the gap with a dash, a tight spinning flip which already parries a light flick as she lands with a  large stab down which he just barely deflects, and with a spin of his staff he blocks the followup thrust as he blasts her back with a quick gesture. Skidding back onto the balls of her feet, she sees the tight spin of his blades on one side of him, then the other, before chambering it back with a spin of his wrist and grabs it with both hands to bring it down across her. She parries it aside and catches the other blade with her offhand, trying to stab forward before it’s caught and drawn to the side, opening her body to an attack from the front. She bats the other side of his saber away and, following the momentum, she spins into a strike and flourish in equal measure before going fully on the offensive. She pushes him back with quick steps and as she spins into another acrobatic flurry of attacks. He dodges them all as he slides underneath her on his knees, catching the flurry against his blades. She lands and stabs backward towards him blind with a single blade as he’s on his feet and stabs toward her. 

Their blades pass mere inches from each other, hers finding the barest touch to one of his and his finding the air where her body used to be. 

The duel rages in a storm of sparks and clashes, in an acrobatic choreography of the fatalist kind as it all becomes instinct, and the age-old fight of Light versus Dark. He extinguishes one of his blades as she gains an upper hand in an instant, able to overwhelm him with the whirlwind of her strikes, before – she feels it, rather than sees it. The second blade is about to be ignited directly into her chest. She deflects his one blade to the side, extinguishes her own to meet nearly wrist to wrist as she wedges her own hilt aside his own. She levers it free and with her other blade to his spins his staff out of his grasp, but not before a swift strike to her arm jerks her own hilt out of her grasp. A snatch and a flourish by both of them as they spun away from each other. 

Two fingers of his offhand point towards her he flares the red saber to life in a high guard as she spins and ignites both gold blades and her own red one into a low stance.

The staff nearly vibrates in her hand as she draws herself up slowly and spins it over her hand, concentrating if only to try now and adjust to the weight and pull she has to exert, to bring it to heel. He steps forward and switches his approach, stepping to the side, then the other as he shifts his grip; both of them allowing for the adjustment. 

She offers him one appraising nod of her head, silently offering one last chance to take her offer. He answers with a narrow of his eyes and a rush forward to break her guard. A clear enough no, especially going from a defensive stance to an offensive one but appreciation of his skill can at least cut through her instincts, even in this moment.

She leaps at him stabbing toward with his own staff now. The staff flows well within the tight turns and fluidity of her use of Ataru and before long he’s caught on the defensive. The Force fuels her; makes her faster, stronger, as it amplifies the fire within her into a furious blaze that lights her from within, she spins the saberstaff down in an angle, battering her missing blade away from his face, and with a twisting, sweep of her leg she brings her heel into his face. Her back is to him she senses the sudden thrust about to happen and blindly catches red saber with red saber. Parrying  it upwards, she spins through and catches him with a shallow slash through his center with the spin of his own saber. 

The moment comes to a screeching, starting, halt as he manages a choked groan before he holds his center. He bends, but before he breaks, he releases her saber from their high guard, letting it clatter to the floor before and extinguish as he crumples onto his back. She straightens slowly as she stares down at him, not a lot of blood in a lightsaber wound, yet she knows she cut deep enough to be fatal. She extinguishes the staff and her own saber as she pulls her stolen saber from where it lay on the ground back into her hand. The headrush of her triumph is almost dizzying as she lingers the ghost of a smile on her features, but it falters as he sputters at her feet, still alive yet the pain evident in the shuddering, sharp, gasps – until it sounds more like laughter. 

“My death means nothing here,” he manages with a scratchy, ruined voice. “I return to the Force -- knowing your victory, if at all, will be brief.” Another couple of laughs that sound more like air being released from a wet bag anymore, as he just lets his hands fall away from his wound. “I am at peace with my end, Sith. I doubt you’ll say the same when yours comes.” A toothy grin coated in blood meets her as a scowl folds and creases her mouth down. 

Looking back on it, she’ll realize she got carried away but in the moment every cruelty seemed necessary. Even as she drags the man now by the collar of his armor out through the wreckage of the entrance and through the sea of black armored Sith that part and close around her like a shark through minnows. She tosses the man onto the front landing where the scattered bodies and rubble, presenting the fallen master to the destruction just beyond the safety and sequestration of the Archives. As his dark eyes come to focus she can feel the subtle ripple of his dread, the splintering cracks over the surface of his resolve. The dark sky was gray with smoke, the only bit of sun that remained merely offered an ashen haze to the once verdant landscape, massive shadows hung as harbingers of defeat in the sky, and trees served as kindling to spreading fires as she wrenches the man up to sit back on his knees. 

“Your death indeed means nothing, for all you have done has amounted to nothing,” she hisses in his ear as she holds him up with a tight grip on his armor. “Let the last thing you see be the only thing you’ll be known for: your failure to put a stop to the Empire when the Order needed you most!” She ignites his blade once more, flaring the gleaming golden blade to life and stabs down. 

The ebb of his passing sends a small ripple from underneath her hand as she releases his limp form. The momentary satisfaction and rage from crushing the comfort he might have taken in his death burns away into nothing, into emptiness that she cannot seem to fill. She extinguishes the blade as she stares at the hilt, wanting to feel – something, anything from this moment; glory at championing such a worthy foe, vindication of squashing that which tried to take her absolute victory from her. Yet all she could feel was the grim recognition of death and the shame at such a display of petty malice.

The sky darkened as shadows inked across the ground, drawing her fiery gaze toward the sky, toward those looming forms coalesced into the shape the galaxy knew as Destruction. Massive capital ships coasted in orbit, eclipsing the sun as the very tip of the shadow began to engulf the valley proper, racing up the front path as Darth Aescir lets the saberstaff fall from her hand uselessly. It clatters to the streaked stone tile as she turns from the macabre scene. 

She strides back toward the mouth of the Temple, as the shadow crests over the staircase. The ravenous void claws its way up the staircase after her, after swallowing up the rest of the valley in darkness as she draws her hood back up casting a shadow over her face as she leads the shadow towards the Temple. She crosses the threshold as all light is taken from the Temple.