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multi-fandom-imagine · 6 months

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•EVEN MORE THE BLUE EYE SAMURAI INCORRECT QUOTES•

Reader: Do you ever do anything except whine like a little bitch.

Taigen: Some times I whine like a big Bitch!

Ringo: Do you think when Butterflies are in love that they feel human's in their stomach?

Reader: Ringo! What the fuck!

Reader: • • •_-• - / ... - •_• •_• -.-

Mizu: What is that

Reader: Remorse Code.

Mizu: I am even angery now.

Reader: Hey Mizu, what are you eating?

Mizu: A family sized bag of sweets.

Reader...that's not family sized....that's regular sized....

Mizu:Everything is family sized when you dont have a family.

Reader: *whispering* Mizu...nOo

Reader: *Laying in bed* Do you think birds get sad for not having arms?

Mizu: Well do you get sad for not having wings?

Reader: *Choke up* Every single day.

Taigen: If I say I love you will you say it back?

Reader: Yes

Taigen: I love you

Reader: It back

*Five Minutes later*

Mizu: Why is Taigen sobbing face down on the floor?

Reader: I wish I could block people in real life.

Akemi: Restraining order

Mizu: Murder

Reader: What are you five?

Taigen: Yea! Five head's taller than you.

Reader:

Taigen:

Reader:

Taigen:....Please don't kill me.

Mizu: Are you high?

Reader: Am I what?

Mizu: High?

Reader: Hello.

Taigen: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think.

Reader: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

Mizu: WHOEVER CAUSED THIS MESS IS GOING TO-

Reader: It was me...

Mizu: ...Is going to be forgiven because everyone deserves a second chance.

Reader: Why are you on the floor?

Mizu: I’m depressed.

Mizu: Also I was stabbed, can you get Ringo, please

Taigen: I guess I’m just a bad person.

Reader: Nah, you’re not a bad person. You’re a terrific person. You’re my favourite person. But sometimes you can be a real cunt

Reader: Hey Mizu?

Mizu, internally: There they are. My favorite person in the world, the love of my life. Fuck I just want to stare at them and hold them and kiss them for the rest of my life—

Mizu: What the FUCK do you want?

Akemi staring at Reader: “You look like an angel.”

Reader who wasn’t paying attention: “What?”

Akemi: “I said you look ugly at every angle.”

Mizu *screeching*: YOU MEAN A LOT TO ME!

Reader: wh-

Mizu: YOU’RE ESSENTIAL TO MY EXISTENCE!

Reader:why are you screaming??

Mizu: BECAUSE I HAVE TROUBLE EXPRESSING MYSELF! IT HELPS TO YELL SENTIMENTAL THINGS IN AN AGRESSIVE TONE!

Reader: I-

Mizu: I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

Ringo: Wow, it’s a barren featureless wasteland out there isn’t it?

Reader: … Ringo, try turning the map around.

Reader: You’re mad at me.

Mizu: I’m not mad, I’m just disappointed.

Reader: Oh, come on. Everyone knows that’s worse

Mizu: Don’t worry, you’ve got everything you need to defeat them.

Reader: The power to believe in myself?

Mizu: No, a Sword.

Mizu: Stab them.

Reader: Don’t kill me, I have a wife

Assassin: I don’t care about that

Reader: That wasn’t a plea for mercy, that was a warning

Mizu kicking the door down: You called, love?

Reader: Here you are, Mizu. Nice hot cup of tea.

Mizu: …It’s cold.

Reader: Nice cup of tea.

Mizu: It’s horrible.

Reader: Cup of tea.

Mizu: I’m not even sure it is tea.

Reader: Cup.

Reader: You need to react when people cry.

Mizu: I did, I rolled my eyes.

Reader: Gotta love knitting needles, I can make a scarf, I can make a hat, I can stab someones eyes out, I can make mittens.

Akemi: What was that middle part?

Reader: I can make a hat?

Mizu: How much sleep did you get?

Reader: Eight.

Mizu: Hours?

Reader: Minutes. God! Taigen, would you shut the fuck up?

Taigen*Fixing his hair*: What the fuck? I didn’t even say anything!

Taigen: how come you’ve been abnormally nice to me lately?

Reader what do you mean?

Taigen: you just seem nicer than usual

Mizu: They can punch you in the face if you want.

Fowler: I could kill you if I wanted.

Reader: Yeah? So could any other human being. So could a dog. So could a dedicated duck. You aren't special.

Akemi: Did you really have to stab him?

Reader: You weren't there, you didn't hear what he said to me.

Akemi: And what did he say?

Reader: "What are you gonna do? Stab me?"

Mizu, nodding: That's fair.

Akemi: NO!

Reader: *Screams*

Taigen: *Screams louder to establish dominance*

Ringo: Should we do something?

Mizu: No, I want to see who wins.

Ringo:Let's speak about our talents.

Ringo:...I'll start, I like to cook.

Akemi: I'm good at languages.

Reader: I'm good instruments.

Mizu: I'm good at killing people.

Reader: *Does something stupid*

Mizu: What an absolute fucking idiot.

Mizu: I can't believe I would die for them.

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scorpioriesling · 1 month

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Random Tropes HC (pt. 1)

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Pairing(s): Rhysand / Azriel / Cassian x reader

Warnings: slight sexual suggestions

Summary: Random tropes, and how each would play out, depending on the character... and you, of course.

SR’s Note: I saw a filter on Tik Tok talking about book tropes, and ranking your favorite to least favorite... so this idea came to mind. I am using my top 6 (not in order) for the purpose of this post -- enjoy! Part 2

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Rhysand - "Slow Burn" / "Forbidden Love"

Only he would get involved in something very dangerous, for both you and him

But, he wouldn't care. He had to have you

In this version, you'd be Tamlin's sister, and he knew how dangerous it would be to be with you

At first, you hated him (as your brother taught you) but... over time you realized how shitty your brother was and you started falling for the High Lord of the Night Court

But, like Tamlin, your stubbornness would get in the way

"Keep playing pretend all you want, princess," Gods you hated when he would see right through the walls you tried to put up. "I know it's me you think of when you're alone at night."

When you finally drop the act, Rhysand is... oh boy

"You really like making me wait, don't you?" He would say, breath hot on you ear while he ran his fingers down your arms from behind.

You couldn't even begin to explain how hard it's been to hold out, to pretend you still hate hijm even though you haven't for quite a while.

"Shhh..." He would brush a strand of hair from your face, lips grazing your jawline. "No need to explain anything. I quite enjoy looking at what's going on in that pretty little head of yours myself."

Every time, you feel like you'll fully give in...

Rhysand doesn't mind the chase.

"You know what I want..." he would say. He would always wait until you were alone together, not wanting to cause anything with his enemy.

"... when the time is right." You finish. He would start staying overnight with you, his fingers tracing up and down your thigh but never going much further.

That alone and his eyes gazing into yours as he laid with you... that could turn you to mush.

The soft kisses he'd leave on your cheekbones, toying with the tendrils of your hair...

All for it to end in the morning, him pressing a kiss to your forehead before winnowing back to the Night Court without a trace.

Cassian - "Fake Dating"

Rhysand had not only given his brother the title of War General, but had also supplied him with a second in command.

You'd been taking training lessons from Cassian in a group setting. He tried really hard to keep his attention to other participants fair, but... something about you really stuck out to him.

Maybe it was the way your braid swung when you executed a move he'd only just taught the class; maybe it was the way your leggings hugged the curve of your ass, accentuated when he would have you practice punches and kicks with the punching bag...

It wasn't just your beauty. You were smart, witty, cunning... but also a very skilled fighter.

Cassian wasn't the only one to notice either.

"As the newly appointed second in command," Rhysand said, hands folded on his desk before him. You stood next to Cassian in Rhys' office. "You will be joining Cassian on his excursions from now on." Your eyed widened, and you elbowed the gorgeous male to your right.

"He can't defend himself all alone?" You say, a smirk pulling your lips. Cassian rolls his eyes, but Rhys just stares between the two of you, grinning smugly.

"Something like that."

You got along suprisingly well with the Lord of Bloodshed; he asked for your thoughts, took your advice, and leaned on you for support when you ventured to the Continent together. You'd become... dare you say it... friends.

"Oh come on, everyone's going!" Cassian threw his hands up, still standing in your doorway. You shrugged at him.

"Yeah, but... I don't really know anyone. Besides Rhys, I mean. Even then, he is kind of my boss, so..." You say, folding clothes and putting them in drawers. Cassian plops down on your bed, and when you return for the next stack, he's looking up at you with pleading hazel eyes.

"You don't have anything else tonight, right?" He asks, grabbing a hand in yours. Cassian was very touchy, and though usually you weren't, it was something you decided to let slide.

"I mean... no..."

"Its settled. You're coming with me! I'll even fly us there, so you can wear whatever shoes you want. Don't worry about the walk." He winked and walked out, so... nonchalantly. Like he didn't just reduce you to a pile of putty with his sweet notion.

It wouldn't have mattered if you wore a potato sack, Cassian would have still stared -- but you chose a tiny black dress, and glittering silver heels instead.

His eyes roamed over you when he came to pick you up, and a small chuckle fell from his lips.

"W-wow, Y/N, you look...." He doesn't finish his sentence. You roll your eyes and blush.

"Different than usual?" You supply. He gulps and nods his head, offerring you a hand. You take it, and walk to the front patio of the House of Wind.

"Hold onto me, okay?" He says. You look into his eyes, and he grins at you. "If you get scared, tell me and I'll return us to the ground.

You snort. "Oh please, Cass, do I look like I'm afraid of anyTHING-"

In seconds, his arm has wrapped under your thighs, the other holding you close around your waist. You squeeze your eyes shut, burying your face into his chest. His teakwood scent invades your nose, and you relax a little knowing this is right where you've wanted to be for months.

When you get to Rita's -- you find that you are easily the main attraction. Not only of the Inner Circle, but the place itself. Morrigan is talking your ear off, you politely spoke to Azriel, and even Rhysand has forgone his usual formal appearance.

But, like I said... others in the bar have noticed you too.

"Heyyy baby," a man's hand braces your lower back as you stand at the bar, waiting on the two drinks you offerred to get for your new friend Mor and yourself. You turn, a look of disgust on your face.

"Eew, don't touch me." You say. He only snickers, sliding onto the seat next to you.

"Let me buy you a drink." He says. His eyes are glazed over, and you continue to stare in pure distaste.

"No thanks." You clip. He huffs a laugh and leans closer to you.

"Why not, pretty girl? I don't see anyone else up here takin' care of you." Your face heats. He isn't going to leave you alone. You look over your shoulder, hoping to spot Cassian, Morrigan, Hell, even Rhysand. But you can't see anyone.

You angrily turn back to the loser next to you. "I'll have you know, I could totally kick your ass right now if I wanted to." You sneer. He laughs out loud, scooting closer and putting a hand on your leg. You gasp. "And-"

"And what, doll?" He drawls. You fumble for words, any excuse to get this creep to leave you alone.

"And... uh... and-"

"She has a boyfriend."

You turn, feeling Cassian's large hands bracing your shoulders. You let out a sigh of relief, and shoot him a Thank the Cauldron look.

"Oh... oh Gods uh I am so sorry-" The idiot fumbles, scrambling back and out of his chair.

"Save it. Don't touch her again." Cassian glares, and the guy shoos away. When he is finally out of earshot, you turn and take Cassian's hands in yours.

"Cass, oh Gods thank you..." you say. He gives you a strained smile, eyes flicking between yours and to where your hands now held his.

"It's no problem." He said. You turned, facing the bar as two drinks were slid across it to you. Cassian grabbed them both, and followed you to the booth where his friends sat. He sat one in front of Mor, and took a sip from your straw before handing yours to you.

"Heyyy," you said. He only grinned at you, allowing you to slide into the seat before him. Rhys looked at you with a smirk, and you didn't think to hard what he was getting at because the conversations started up again. Within minutes, Cassian rested his cheek on the side of your head, arm wrapped around your waist, tracing tiny circles on your bare thigh. You sucked in a breath when you caught onto what he was doing.

"Cassie, what are you..." His hand stopped to rest on your hip, and he peered down at you.

"Dance with me?" He asked. You simply nodded, following his to the dance floor where upbeat music played. You faced him, and he once again took your hands in his, swaying with you to the beat. When a more sensual song came on, he moved your hands to his chest, and replaced his on your hips, pulling you impossibly close. With each movement, you felt your heart explode a little more; you knew you cared for him more than usual friends do. But pretending to date would only hurt in the end; you enjoyed this way too much.

"Cass, I.." You started. His left hand moved to rest atop your butt, and your breath caught in your throat. He leaned down to talk over the loud music.

"You... what, Y/N?" Ughhh. Your name sounded so good on his lips.

"I, uh... that guy. He isn't here anymore, so. We can stop pretending." You gazed up at him, his hazel eyes dark and focused on your lips.

"And what if I'm not pretending?"

Azriel - "Enemies to Lovers"

Ohhh he would want you from the get go.

In this version, you'd be Eris's full sister, and Lucien's half sibling.

"What's she doing here?" He would ask when Eris brought you with him to the meeting he was to attend with the Inner Circle.

"Trust me, I didn't want to. Beron made for her to come with me." Eris would say, not missing the glare Azriel pointed at you. You only returned the sentiment.

"What's it to you?" You asked. Azriel folded his arms across his chest, his biceps bulging from the tight black tee he wore. You couldn't help but let your eyes linger for a moment, before returning to his face when he spoke again.

"Whatever. I just don't want any other liabilities." You scoffed, beelining for the door to the meeting hall where the rest of the Inner Circle waited. Your shoulder clocked Azriel as you passed, and Eris chuckled.

"Maybe I brought her for some entertainment," he whispered lowly, following you into the meeting room. Azriel said nothing else as he trailed in last, pulling the door closed behind him.

"So whatever did you need to talk about?" Eris says, taking the seat across from Rhysand. Of course he would, leaving the last two empty chairs across from one another for you and Azriel.

"You know why I've called you here." Rhysand purrs. They begin their conversation, and you feel a tiny tickle around your wrist. You look down and see a slim, black tendril of a shadow. When you peer down at it, it seems to seize its movements. You give a small smile, and it continues its dance around your fingers.

"What has your sister said about this arrangement?" Rhys asks, making you look up. Your cheeks heat as all eyes are now on you. What was the question?

"I uh, I think whatever needs to be done is up to the better judgement of my father," you say. Rhysand's eyebrows rise, and Eris glances sidelong at you, giving you a silent confirmation. You're glad you answered somewhat correctly.

Glancing across the table, Azriel is still staring daggers into you. You shoot him a small snarl, and remember the smoky tendril winding around your knuckles. A devilish smirk takes over your lips.

You flutter your fingers, and the shadow follows your command, returning to Azriel. It drifts up his exposed forearm, and slips under his shirt. He shifts uncomfortably, glancing around and swallowing.

"It's settled then. Y/N will reside here for the time being-"

"Wait, what?" You say, realizing you've spoken in unison. Azriel is squirming in his chair, shadow still tickling him as he looks at Rhys with pleading eyes.

"Why would she need to be here?" He asks lowly. You snarl at him, crossing your arms.

"Its obviously not my first choice either, bat." You say. This time he glares back at you. "Don't worry; I won't have anything to do with you while I'm here." You finish, nose upturned as you fix your gaze on your brother beside you again. He leans over and gives your knee a squeeze, pride showing in his face.

"It's settled then." He stands, and you do the same. Eris and Rhys shake hands, and he makes to walk out the door. You trail behind him, as you hear Azriel pleading and begging Rhysand to make you go home.

"She is staying, Azriel. I've already made up my mind. This is the next best move we could make." He explains and Azriel shoves his chair in, the legs scraping on the floor. Pathetic.

"Listen, if anything happens to you here, you just give me a shout, okay? I'll come get you-" You wrap your arms around your big brother. He sighs and returns the hug. You peer over his shoulder and catch Azriel staring at you from the doorway. You snicker.

"I will be just fine, I promise." He nods, placing a hand on your arm one last time before making to leave. The rest of the members have already cleared out, leaving just you and Azriel.

He doesn't wait to pounce on you once your brother is out of earshot, but you know better. You've known better for years; Azriel is always so tempermental. So... ugh, annoying. So, hot.

"Save it Az - you cant't get rid..." You're cut off by his hand gripping your elbow, falling into darkness as he winnows you both. When you open your eyes, you realize you're in a bedroom. A big one, with cream colored drapes and sheets on the bed. You barely take in the scene around you before your hands are pinned above your head against the back of the closed bedroom door.

"Azriel." You say, tone low and menacing. He glares down at you, leaning in towards your face.

"What the hell was that?" He seethes. Your brow raises in question.

"What are you-" You breath is coming in short pants. The scent of sage and sea salt rolls off him, gently caressing your senses as you try to focus on what he asked you. You're a bit distracted, you'll admit. This golden flecked eyes, staring intensely at you. The light dusting of freckles across his sun-kissed nose. His lips that are so close to yours...

"Manipulating my own shadows. Trying to distract me duirng the meeting? What the hell was that?" He breathes. You let a small smile grace your lips. His pull back as he bares his teeth at you, and you chuckle.

"Aww, Az, it's nice to see you still brush every morning -- maybe if you smiled more-" He surges forward, crashing his lips onto yours. Your eyes blow wide in shock, his free hand grasping your hip bone and pulling you close to him. His lips feast on you hungrily, biting your lower lip as his tongue dances with yours, battling for dominance. You can't help but let out a low groan, and his grip on your wrists loosens. When he finally pulls back, gasping for air, you grin mischeviously at him.

Gotcha. Right where I wanted you.

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beauty-and-passion · 4 months

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Lore Olympus: a golden mine of bad writing

As I said, one post wasn’t enough.

There is still a lot to say about this webcomic and in this post I would like to talk about how Zeus, Apollo and Kronos have been treated. Here I will focus on the first two acts only, because the third act is not over, as well as the story. And yes, that means I will write another post when this whole thing is over.

I wanted to focus on these three gods in particular because are treated in a way that baffles me and makes me question what did they ever do to Mrs. Smythe. Tell me, Rachel: was it something personal? Did they do something to your family? What happened?

But maybe you don’t understand my point, especially if you haven’t read the Greek myths at all and you think that these three are just “Unfaithful Guy”, “Rapist” and “Evil Villain Har Har Who Also Wants To Rape”. Seriously, what’s with this weird obsession with raping everyone and with sex? Did Mrs. Smythe ever see anything else in myths, besides sex?

So please, allow me to explain why their characterizations are wrong and boring - and no, not just from a mythological point of view.

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Zeus: the walking clichè

Making Zeus an asshole is understandable, even if utterly boring and clichè. Oh wow, he's an unfaithful husband and he's vain. Very original. Groundbreaking, I'd say. I’ve never read about him being unfaithful to his wife, not even once in all the 200 million retellings made during the history of mankind.

It's a shame because Zeus is much more than that. He's a mighty ruler with a strong sense of justice: in several myths, he punished the assholes for their wrongdoings. He's very clever and strong. He's also associated with xenia, the custom of offering protection to strangers, which means Zeus is also a protector of foreigners.

I mean, this information alone offers so many new perspectives about him! Just imagine if, instead of hanging around and doing nothing useful aside from being everyone’s favorite punching bag, Zeus fought against every corrupt system of the mortal realm, in order to protect the foreigners and the innocents. It would’ve been so cool to see a different side of him, instead of the same thing over and over again!

But nope, Zeus = unfaithful husband only. Let’s ignore all the other aspects of him, to focus on the one everyone focuses on. Let’s make him the umpteenth version of the same guy, instead of offering a new vision. This will surely make the story worth everyone’s time!

Rachel, this could’ve worked if I was 12 and had never read a retelling in my entire life. But since I’m more than twice that age, seeing Zeus as an unfaithful husband again doesn’t get my interest. And I’m sure this doesn’t only apply to me, but to everyone who already saw at least two retellings of him. Isn’t this story supposed to be new and original? Then why are we still picking from the same old clichè visions of these gods? Where is the writer’s personality and ability?

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Apollo: king of wasted potentials

I am absolutely, completely, 100% baffled at how Apollo has been treated in this story.

It's insulting to see the most beloved Greek god treated as a bidimensional piece of shit. Not only because he doesn't make any sense in the story (why is he here in the first place? Did Persephone and Apollo even interact in any myth?), but also because there are so many different possibilities for him, that seeing him being this is the biggest waste of potential I’ve ever seen.

A brief recap of who Apollo really is: Apollo is the embodiment of the sun. He is the god of arts and crafts. He's the most beautiful god, he embodies the concept of perfect Greek beauty. And he is associated with a lot of cool stuff, like medicine, truth and oracles. Also, like most of the other Greek gods, Apollo had many male and female lovers.

Now, look me in the eye and tell me that, with all of this, your first idea about him is "yeah, let's make him a stupid rapist, so stupid to not realize that hey, maybe forcing a girl to sleep with you will not make her fall in love with you". Oh and let's not forget he randomly decided he wanted Zeus' throne just after the fertility plot point had been introduced Because Yes. And he’s running for president of Whatever-Land Because Yes. Also, he’s currently involved again in another evil plot Because… yeah, you got it.

It’s just so frustrating to see him being the biggest loser of all time, considering how much cooler he could’ve been. Just think about it: we could've had a bisexual musician, who does concerts with his band (the Muses) and has a shit ton of lovers. We could’ve had a heartbroken doctor, who does his best to save everyone because he has not been able to save his own son from death (Asclepius). We could've had a mysterious advisor who can see the future because of his foresight powers.

What did we get instead? A fucking rapist.

Apollo is nothing but wasted potential. He’s an insult to himself, the story, common sense, and the Greek culture. Of all the incredible things he could've been, he became the most insulting of them all. I really cannot bear to see this fucking idiot and his punching-bag face, pretending to be Apollo. He’s not Apollo.

But if there is a guy I can see less than him, then let me introduce you to…

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Kronos: Supreme Master of Wasted Potential

First of all: why is Kronos here? Why does this love story need Persephone to defeat a big bad guy? Just to show how cool and badass she is? Considering that their fight was a joke, it didn't work very well.

But okay, let's say we need a villain Because Yes. Kronos is still a huge waste of potential, probably the biggest waste of potential of the whole series until now. He could’ve been an interesting, multifaceted character, but he became a cartoonish supervillain har-har I want power.

Sigh.

But let’s take a step back and talk about the real, mythological Kronos. His story starts with his parents, Uranus and Gaia. The two had a lot of sons, including Titans (like Kronos) and Hecatonchires (monsters with fifty heads and one hundred arms). Disgusted by their monstrous nature or maybe just out of fear of being overthrown, Uranus chained his sons away into Gaia's womb (aka the Tartarus) so that they could never come out again.

Gaia suffered from this decision, so she devised a plan: she made a stone sickle, gathered her sons and tried to persuade them to castrate Uranus.

All of her sons were afraid of Uranus, Kronos was the only one brave enough to do it. And he was successful: he overthrew his father and became the new ruler of the universe, along with his wife/sister Rhea.

However, after becoming king, he didn't free all of his brothers as his mother wanted, but locked Hecatonchires and Cyclopes away once again. And so, Gaia told him that, one day, he would meet his father’s same fate and be overthrown by one of his own children.

Scared by these words, Kronos devised a plan: every time he had a new child, he took the baby from Rhea and swallowed them. Rhea was desperate and, in order to save her last son Zeus, she sought Gaia's help.

So Rhea gave birth to Zeus in a secret place, then handed Kronos a stone wrapped in clothes: he swallowed it, thinking that it was his son. This way, Zeus managed to escape the same fate as his siblings and was raised in secret, away from his father, until he was old enough to come back and fulfill his destiny.

And now, you may think Zeus overthrew his father with a sword and killed him and nah nah nah, myths are not that stupid and predictable. Zeus didn’t use violence to overthrow his father, but intelligence. He disguised himself to reach Kronos' court and, at the right time, he gave him a drink. That drink was an emetic (given by Gaia), that forced Kronos to throw up everything he swallowed, in reverse order: first the stone he thought was his last son, then Zeus' brothers and sisters.

After freeing his siblings, Zeus did what his father would've never done: he released the Hecatoncheires and the Cyclops to help him in the following battle against Kronos and the other Titans, a battle known as Titanomachy.

The war ended with the victory of the Olympians (i.e. Zeus and his siblings). Many Titans were confined in Tartarus, under the Hecatonchires' control, others were not imprisoned and kept appearing in other myths.

And Kronos? His fate differs depending on the myths. In some versions, he was imprisoned in Tartarus. But according to other, more interesting versions, Zeus forgave him after years, freed him and Kronos became king of the Elysian Fields: the famous earthly paradise reserved for the greatest Greek heroes.

Now. Just look at all of this beautiful, beautiful potential.

We have Gaia, a powerful goddess who overthrew two rulers of the universe, without moving a finger. A goddess strong and clever, but also a mother who wanted all of her children to be free - even the most hideous ones. She could’ve been a tragic figure, a master manipulator, or an evil schemer. Or all these things!

We have the Hecatonchires: fighters so powerful, to turn the tide of any battle. They could’ve been scary and intimidating, but also tragic monsters who just wanted to be accepted. They could’ve taught a beautiful lesson about the importance of accepting the ugly and giving everyone a chance to prove themselves.

Then we have Kronos. And Kronos had everything to be the greatest character.

Think about this concept: Kronos has always been afraid of Uranus, just like his brothers. He was just better at hiding his feelings. And that visceral fear is still inside him, it still haunts him after centuries, just like the memory of how he overthrew his father. And that fear takes the shape of paranoid thoughts about his father coming back to take the throne.

Kronos could’ve seen his father haunting him, but he could’ve also dissociated and seen himself as his father. In his altered state of mind, he could’ve been both the king and the one who overthrows him.

That could’ve made him a truly dangerous, unhinged character. A god who can’t see what’s real anymore, obsessed with the ghosts of his past. A god with nothing to lose and everything to gain. After all, if he kills his children again, the throne would be his once more. And, since he sees himself as himself and as his father at the same time, he would think that he is the "true king" coming back to take his throne.

That could’ve been awesome. Kronos could've been complex, desperate and multifaceted, a villain to pity and to be afraid of. A truly new, interesting version to know and love.

And do you have any idea how incredible Zeus could’ve been in this version? We could see him facing Kronos again, still as strong and determined as when he was young. And while everyone would expect him to kill Kronos, he would use his intelligence once again. He would prove to Kronos (and to everyone else) how intelligence is always superior to violence and how he's a good leader, despite his thousands of flaws.

Also, we could've seen Zeus talking to the defeated Kronos and making him the ruler of the Elysian Fields. We could've had a meaningful ending, in which Zeus understands Kronos' fears and shares his own.

I would’ve adored this, because according to the myth, Zeus was also supposed to be overthrown by a son! Hence why he swallowed Metis (his first wife) while she was pregnant.

The myth never truly clarifies who this supposed "son" is, but according to the different versions, Metis was pregnant not with a son, but with a daughter. A daughter who, one day, would be born, full grown, from Zeus' head. A daughter who would become Zeus' favorite child: Athena.

Honestly? I ADORE the idea that there was never a son to overthrow Zeus, but a daughter. And she would not overthrow his father by violence like her grandfather or by intelligence like her father, but by love. Athena doesn't need to take the throne from her father physically, she doesn't even need to sit on that throne: not when her father loves her more than anything else.

And I love the idea that Zeus is aware of that. He knows his daughter is his weakness. He knows that, if she asks, he will willingly give her that throne, because he loves her too much. And I would've loved to see him sharing these thoughts with the defeated Kronos. It could've been a beautiful moment, to see Zeus talking with the fatherly figure he always missed from his life. It could've led to a beautiful, meaningful ending for a dramatic story.

But can you see the problem here? This concept works for a story about Zeus, not about Hades and Persephone! These two have nothing to do with Kronos! Heck, even Rachel Smythe knows it, considering she had to pull a stupid plot point out of thin air, to explain why Kronos would give a damn about Persephone!

In case you were wondering: yes, the fertility-magical-power-battery-thing is bullshit. Gods don’t need a magical battery to be powerful. And no, fertility goddesses are not rare either: Aphrodite, Demeter, Hera, even Artemis are just a few of the fertility goddesses in Greek mythology. Kronos could’ve picked his favorite from a large pool, instead of becoming an absolute creep with Persephone in the stupidest fight of all time.

And speaking of that, two words on the supposed “fight”. First of all, apologies to all fights for being associated with this thing, because this was anything but a fight: it was a cartoonish conversation accompanied by the umpteenth sexualization of Persephone, who first appeared fully naked, then with a dress so stupid to defy the laws of physics and perspective.

And if you don’t believe me, please see it by yourself: this is how the dress was supposed to be, according to episode 75

This is how it ended up. Apparently, the Fates didn’t predict how huge Persephone’s boobs would be and the neckline didn’t grow accordingly: I feared to see one of them slipping out from it anytime during the “fight”

Also, please appreciate how Persephone is turned to the side, but the dress’ stupidly huge neckline is shown from the front, otherwise we would’ve seen her full naked boobs.

And that stupid neckline kept bothering me throughout the whole “fight”, because it kept changing size. Check the episodes and see it by yourself: sometimes it’s smaller, other times it’s wider and it keeps moving in impossible ways. It drove me insane.

But since we’re talking about drawings, please allow me a very brief parenthesis about them too.

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The drawings are a joke

I am not an artist. I can barely draw a straight line by hand. But I studied art history, perspective, proportions and colors, so I’m not completely clueless.

But you don’t need to be clueless, to notice how bad the drawings became. If you have two eyes and saw another human being in your life before, then you can notice by yourself how bad they are.

It’s not a secret that Lore Olympus’ art style changed over time. In the beginning, this comic was characterized by a lot of straight lines and geometric shapes, alternating and mixing with gentle curves. There were blur effects, colored outlines, a lot of details that gave an overall dreamy, ethereal vibe to every chapter (like the soft glow that accompanied the gods).

But as the story progressed, these elements disappeared. The geometric shapes gave way to an overall “softness” and roundness. The dreamy vibes and blur effects were replaced by sharper, clearer drawings. A distinct black outline now marks every character.

And speaking of characters, they were the ones who changed more. Lore Olympus always had funny, silly faces but the characters were also able to be serious and look natural. Now all we have are grotesque faces: the characters are a collection of caricatures and no one has a normal expression anymore. Check by yourself, by confronting a random episode of the third act with the first one: they’re two different worlds.

The disproportions were common too, since episode one. But at least they were somehow plausible, while now they’re completely absurd. It’s as if Mrs Smythe completely forgot what a human being looks like.

And this is pretty evident in how all characters became a rough draft of the two protagonists: all women got Persephone’s face, all men become buff and huge, with wide-ass shoulders and teeny tiny heads. This is particularly obvious at the end of season 2 / start of season 3, when we see some of the funniest images ever, like Hades with a tiny head and shoulders as wide as the entire USA

Or this hilariously bad image of Zeus with clown shoes and a head as big as his deformed hand.

No excuse can justify these drawings: no one is running after Mrs Smythe, nor forcing her to draw, and people are paying her real money to work on this webcomic. The least she can do is draw something that doesn’t look like a bad distortion of a human being.

Unless this isn’t her drawing, but her staff’s work. In that case, they are still paid to do their job, right? Or do they think this story is a joke and decide to show how much of a joke it is, by turning everyone into a grotesque caricature?

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In conclusion

Lore Olympus is hilarious because of how bad the writing is. It’s a manual example of how not to write a climax for your story. It’s a perfect demonstration of how you can still fail, even with great characters with endless possibilities. It’s a list of all the mistakes you can make as an artist.

If you’re a writer or an artist in general, please check Lore Olympus and study it. Here you will find everything you should never do and all the mistakes you should never make.

As a writer myself, I appreciate Lore Olympus, because I need works that teach me what I shouldn’t do. Good teachers are useful, but bad ones are even more useful, because it’s thanks to them that I can learn and grow and make better stories. Lore Olympus might be a failure from an artistic and writing point of view, but it might also serve as a foundation, from which other people can develop better ideas.

Actually, it already did it! Do you want to read a better story, rose from the disappointing ashes of Lore Olympus? Then check Lore Rekindled and @genericpuff: you will find their work here on Tumblr. They planned everything ahead and it’s pretty clear by reading it. The characters make more sense, the events have a more logical explanation. And the art style is much, much better than the last Lore Olympus.

We will meet again for the third and (for now) final post about this series, a much-needed post about the protagonists of this story: Hades, Persephone and Demeter.

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THOUGHTS ON THE S4 TRAILERRRR

None of this filler post bs anymore my favorite characters are back and here's what I have to say about it.

First of all, I kind of went on hiatus from this show back in January so it feels really weird seeing them on screen again especially since the last time I was so excited for it was literally January 2023 (a year and a half ago) when I binged the whole show.

"Hargreeves Home for Wayward Boys?" What????

FIVE LILA HUG YESSSSS BRO PLATONIC FRENEMIES ASF. BUT DID SOMETHING HAPPEN TO DIEGO???

Klaus breathing into a bag/hanging upside down/doing an actual seance. what is this man. bro seems kinda depressed

DIEGO AND LILA PARENTSSSS??????? YAYYYYYYY

DIEGOLILA KID BDAY PARTY???? ***also I noticed the piñata AND all the women wearing saris, so that's really cool because the kid is growing up with both cultures

"Smile!!!!" "oh god"

ALLISON AND CLAIRE REUNITED YESSSS

wait does that mean ray is also back????

Viktor working at a bar????? And sounding more confident than he's ever been in his life?????

VIKTOR PUNCHING ALLISON IN THE SAME ROOM WHERE THEY HAD THE ACTUAL S3 CONFRONTATION????

Luther????? and the spacesuit?????

Viktor talking to reginald?

What the fuck is that weird rainbow drone thing????

Reginald hold machine gun?

THE BALL PIT IS THE MAIN CHARACTERRR

"This is a rescue mission >:("

BEN IN JAIL

why reginald put headphones on everyone :O

"We drive each other crazy. But when things go to hell, they're there for me." IM CRYINGGGG

Overall I'm so excited for this season. It seems like they're finally together as a family and actually want to be family again (not because of forced proximity or running out of time). Also lots of fun set locations, no covid restrictions, new characters. Holy shit I can't wait I am so excited.

Finally if you're a s4 hater I will be blocking you :)

#tua s4 #tua #lemme reiterate that last point ok #if you're hating on something you haven't even seen yet #get that negative energy away from me I already have enough of that #and touch some grass #please #the umbrella academy

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I saw the strawhats chronic pain asks and had a moment of CROSS GUILD CHRONIC PAIN-

Crocodile is an amputee. Like. Canonically. Phantom pains.

Mihawk has HELLA light sensitivity vibes ((I Gift him,,,,, my migraines))

And Buggy? Oh my favorite little punching bag, I bet the spatial awareness necessary for his DF must he OFF THE CHARTS, not to mention bomb making, harmful chemicals, etc, I feel it in my bones that he has an autoimmune disorder of some kind and also migraines bc the highest flattery I can give is projection.

Ignore this if you wanna, t'was just a Thought, love your blog, Bean!!!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡♡

YAY CROSS GUILD ASK I AM IN SUCH A CROSS GUILD MOOD LATELY YESYESYESYES!!!!!!!! And I'm making this romantic because if I don't make cross guild gay I might die. Thank you.

Okay, so what I'm hearing here is that they keep their lights real low on their shared tent, and whenever they have meetings: At the start of their business relationship, they're still learning how to get used to being together. Buggy is used to stage lights but only for a while and he doesn't want these two to know another weak spot of him (also the pain around his whole body is killing him sometimes), so he tries to deal with the migraines and being uncomfortable because he knows that complaining will only lead to these two using him as a punching bag. But lucky for him, Mihawk does mention one day that he hates brightness (because edgy vampire can't say 'my head fucking hurts' like a functional human) and so he says something about candles. Buggy is afraid they might set the tent on fire but he prefers this over the headaches. Crocodile doesn't give a fuck about this, honestly. Then, they start growing closer and y'know, I'll just skip to them dating- They're dating. They share a tent there at Karai Bari. And now it's something to do instinctively? Like they just keep the lights low or light up some candles and they just live like that. Whenever they're on a ship they do this too.

Following what I just said, they're affectionate but like, in a weird way. Because, y'know, look at them. Buggy ends up crying and complaining about his headaches and also when his body won't stop hurting. He's a drama queen, of course, a diva. He lives flashily. Cries flashily, too. He always curls up beside Crocodile so the big big comfy man can provide him some comfort and warmth and pats on the head or something. Crocodile just runs his hook through his hair softly and lets him be annoying for a while until he falls asleep on top of him. If he has to do something he just??? Won't do it??? He's a pirate but he isn't a fucking monster. One day Mihawk catches them and they share that look of understanding that only cat owners understand, because God (Nika is the only one I believe in, something something amen) is watching and if you dare to move when a cat's in your lap, you go instantly to hell. On the other hand, when Buggy cries and Mihawk is the one around, he gives him some painkillers and turns off the lights completely to then read Buggy one of his books. He does this without saying a word and the first time this weird, silent sign of affection happens, Buggy is speechless. And also, yes, Mihawk can read in the dark perfectly well because he's a cat. He sees in the dark. I even think Buggy can see his gold eyes staring at him. They're like the headlights of a car. Oh, and Mihawk deals with his migraines in perfect silence but when it's a bad day he gets into a very irritable and irascible mood. Most people would be complaining about it but at least this way he's more talkative? Somehow? He's a bitch to Buggy for a while and then they just talk shit about other people together while Crocodile makes a comment like "If you're well enough to complain, you're well enough to continue worki-" and it's, like, the and only time Buggy instinctively throws a pillow at him to shut him up. Never again, though. Scary mafioso-looking boyfriend.

Now that we're talking about Crocodile, the phantom pains: They stress the fuck out of him. They're painful and uncomfortable and he wants to strangle somebody. On a good day, that somebody isn't Buggy. And on a bad day, Buggy really tries to be the sweetest fucking thing on earth by making everything comfortable for him and disappearing right away. Maybe he starts an argument with Mihawk for something stupid but they make up later, it's fine. But, you know what? Sometimes he needs comfort and somebody to distract him too, so one day (when Buggy is about to disappear for hours so he doesn't end up suffering the consequences of staying too long with him) he tells Buggy to stay. The clown is frightened, but he does what he's told and- And it's surprisingly sweet? Crocodile just tells him to talk to him. Explain something. Anything. Complain about the fucking weather or tell a joke. Anything. And Buggy is genuinely surprised but ends up either talking shit about people or telling him anecdotes or just reading him the paper. And Crocodile seems to like it??? A surprise for both, really, but the man actually likes having the clown around because it is working really well as a distraction and when Buggy is not being annoying Crocodile realizes why he loves him. He loves him when he's annoying too, though, he bullies him out of love. Sometimes he just tells Buggy to come sit on his lap and stay there and Crocodile is still in pain but somehow being with the clown makes him feel better. Mihawk tries to be comforting on these days too but it's more of a "you ought to rest, otherwise you'll be irritable all afternoon and you cannot keep frightening the subordinates" type of silent care than anything.

Also, I want to add Crocodile almost murdering a man one day because they were doing business with him on his ship and he had a lot of lights on (when he was asked not to) and both Mihawk and Buggy were visibly uncomfortable the second they entered the room. I love protective Crocodile. He looks like he'd just murder men without any remorse for talking shit about the other two. I like it.

#i would apologize and say i focused more on the romance than on the headcanon but #have you considered that i had a lot of fun writing this and that they're in love #i am a very intense cross guild shipper i know it doesn't seem like it bc i barely post about them but i am #also really great headcanons about their chronic pain that i will never forget #one piece #dracule mihawk #buggy the clown #sir crocodile #cross guild

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Surprise!

Y/N: 28 years old Scar: 35 years old Rose: 5 years old Story: The Marvel cast decides to surprise Scarlett with a birthday party… ——————————————————

Y/N'S POV My girlfriend and I had been trying for a baby for months. We had many fertility appointments and attempts and it finally happened! I'm pregnant! I found out a week after Scarlett left to film a movie which was 3 months ago. It sucks, cause I want to tell her personally, so she still has no idea. However, she's coming back today and it's also her birthday, so it's a perfect gift. I can't wait to see her reaction! Right now I'm watching a movie in our bed, wearing my favorite Scarlett's hoodie and her sweatpants. I miss her so much, so I tend to steal her clothes when she's away. To be honest I steal her clothes even when she's home…

Rose's spending some time with her grandmother this week, so I'm home all alone, but Lizzie offered to pick her up today, so we'll be together soon. It's nice to have some time for myself, but I miss that little demon so much. She's not biologically mine, but we have such a great relationship. She even calls me 'mama' which melts my heart every time I hear it.

My sister Lizzie spent here the entire week. She's so excited to be an auntie to another little human. I'm surprised she hasn't told Scarlett yet, the two of them are best friends.

I stop my movie as I ran out of chips, ready to go and grab a new bag from the kitchen when I hear some noise from downstairs. It can't be Scarlett, cause she's on the plane right now. She called me a few hours ago from the AirPort… Who in the world would rob a house at 2 in the afternoon?! I quickly open my closet, taking out a bat that I'd hidden here when Scarlett left. I quietly and slowly walk downstairs, ready to punch anyone who's here right now.

My heart is about to skip a beat with every step I make and my hands are shaking like crazy. I step off the last step, putting the bat on my shoulder properly and walking to the kitchen where the noise is coming from.

I see a man standing with his back facing me. I tighten my grip over the bat, ready to hit him in the head.

"What the hell are you doing here?" A man's voice says behind me, making me jump.

I slowly turn around to be met with Robert Downey Junior. The man I was about to hit turns around, looking at me. It's Chris Evans.

Seconds later there is literally the entire Marvel cast, except my sister as she's the one picking Scarlett up from the AirPort. Great…

"What are you doing here?" Chris Evans asks me. "And why the hell are you holding that bat?"

"I-I-" I sutter, getting cut off by Robert.

"She wanted to hit you with it" Robert says. The truth is that even though Scar and I are together for a few years, she hasn't come out yet. Her friends have no idea about me, so that's why they're reacting like this. My sister knows of course, she's the only one from Scarlett's friends.

"I-I'm sorry. I… I-I thought you wanted to rob the house" I finally let out some words. I've never been more scared in my life.

"Us? Who even are you? Oh my god, is that Scarlett's hoodie?" Jeremy looks at me with wide eyes. What the hell am I supposed to do now?

"Y-Yeah. I-I'm Y/N" I say.

"Well, Y/N… What are you doing in Scarlett's house?" Robert asks. "I-I'm living here" I answer. Where's my sister when I need her…

"Yeah, there's no way Scarlett wouldn't tell us if someone was living in her house" Evans says. "Call the police" He orders, looking at Robert. "What? No. That's not necessary. I'm living here" I repeat, I really don't want to get into trouble. I haven't even done anything.

"Yeah. I'm calling" Robert says, already putting his phone to his ear. I sigh, pressing a palm to my forehead. Scarlett's gonna be so mad. I bet the last thing she wants is to deal with her girlfriend being taken to the police station…

"Please don't call the police. Lizzie is my sister" I sigh, looking at Robert with hope, but he only rolls his eyes.

It doesn't take long until the police arrives. I show them my documents like they asked me to and they lead me out of the house. They're really gonna lock me up for getting into my own house?? Great, really great, Y/N…

Just before I can get into the car, a little body crashes into my legs. I smile when I see my daughter looking up at me, her arms wrapped around my thighs.

"Hi" I give her a smile which she returns, mumbling a 'hi, mama' back to me.

"Rose, what are you doing? Come here" Evans says, practically peeling Rosie off of me. The little girl starts crying, immediately calling me to help her, but my hands are in handcuffs and I can talk what I want, but nobody listens to me.

I sigh in relief when I see Lizzie walking out of her car, Scarlett following her.

"Mama!" Rosie cries out, reaching her hands for me. Tears from in my eyes when I see my little one crying and I can't hold her.

"Don't you see she's crying for me?! She's my daughter for god's sake! Take off that stupid handcuffs! I didn't do anything!" I raise my voice, tears running down my cheeks. I'm so tired of this bullshit. I just want my Scarly and Rosie to cuddle and my bag of chips.

"What's going on here? Why are you in handcuffs? Where are you taking her?" Scarlett is finally here, my sister right behind her.

"I'm sorry" I say before breaking into tears. I just can't hold it anymore. Stupid pregnancy mood swings… Scarlett comes to me, telling off the police when they tell her to stay back.

"About what, honey?" She asks, cupping my cheeks with her hands and wiping my tears out with her thumbs.

"You must be so tired and you come home to see this" I cry out. "Hey, it's okay, Y/N/N" She smiles. "Tell me what happened"

"Your friends thought I was a theif and a stalker and god knows what and they called the police on me" I explain, tears still running down my cheeks even though Scarlett's wiping them out.

"Y/N/N, I'm so sorry" She sighs. "She's not a theif or a stalker. Y/N is my girlfriend, she lives here" Scar says to the police. They finally take off the painful handcuffs and I wrap my arms around Scarlett's neck.

"Mama" Rosie cries out again. I smile, taking her from Evan's arms.

"It's okay now, baby. I'm not going anywhere" I kiss her cheek a few times, walking back to Scarlett who wraps her arms both of us.

"I missed you" Scar says into my ear while we're hugging.

"I missed you too, so much" I tell her back honestly before we pull away and in a second I get pulled into another hug by my sister. "Are you okay?" She asks with a smile.

"Yeah. All good now" I smile and hug her again.

"Can someone explain to us what's happening?" Downey asks confused.

"You called the police on my little sister, that's happening" Lizzie says annoyed. She's very overprotective over me. I usually hate it, but today it feels nice.

"That's your sister?" Evans asks surprised, pointing at me.

"Don't be so surprised, I told you I was Lizzie's sister when you were calling the police" I give him a glare. I won't forget this that quickly.

"I literally told you about her last week" Lizzie sighs.

"Why is she living in Scarlett's house though?" Jeremy asks.

"Because Y/N is my girlfriend. You could have just called me and I'd tell you it's fine" Scar sighs. "Let's just go inside"

We all move inside, everybody apologizing to me and Downey immediately handing us a glass of champagne since it's Scar's birthday.

"I won't, thanks" I tell him on which my girlfriend furrows her brows, wrapping her arms around me from behind and resting her head on my shoulder.

"You're not my Y/N. My Y/N never says no to alcohol" Scar jokes, making me chuckle.

"Well… I wouldn't say no if I didn't have to but… I can't drink for a while" I smile, turning around in her arms and getting met with a confused look from my girlfriend. I take her hand, putting it on my stomach on which she seems to realize.

"No… You're… you're pregnant?" She asks, her eyes filling with tears. I smile, nodding my head.

"I found out a week after you left. We're having a baby" I almost whisper as tears are in my eyes too by now. "Happy birthday, my love" I smile and she pulls me into a kiss.

Scarlett drags me on the couch, pushing me gently to sit down. She kneels in front of me, pulling my (her) hoodie up. I laugh when she starts spreading kisses all over my stomach.

"Hey there, little one. It's your mommy. I love you so much" She mumbles between kisses. "So we're 3 months far?" She asks, smiling at me.

"3 months" I smile back, twirling my finger around Scar's hair. She rolls my hoodie back down, sitting next to me and wrapping her arm around me on which I cuddle up to her and she rubs my stomach with her free hand. "I love you so much"

"I love you too" She smiles, pressing a kiss to my forehead. --------------------

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Decisions (Fear pt.2)

”I’m not late, am I?” Your voice rang out in the temple.

Ra, whose eyes had been trained on you since the moment you walked in, smirked.

"No, Amheh, you are not late. We await for the last member to come. Come, take a seat."

Ra gestured at one of the empty seats and looked at the other members.

"Anyone know when Seth is coming? It is quite strange that he didn't show up yet."

You walked over to the seat, your body tense. She had tried to kill you, multiple times, if I might add. And yet here you were, at her side, again.

Suddenly, a loud rumble started outside. Everyone looked worried.. Suddenly, the wall broke down and Seth stormed in. “You better have a hell of an explanation as to why I’m here!” His voice boomed in the room, only to be cut short by Maat.

"Hmph. The late ones have arrived." Maat mumbled.

Seth looked at Osiris. "Ahh. Great. My favorite punching bag." He said with a devilish smile.

"Shut up, Seth." Isis said with a cold gaze. "We have an important meeting to discuss. So sit your ass down and start acting like you are a part of this pantheon."

“Children! Children! Please!” Ra mocked them in a sarcastic tone. “Less arguing and more judging, yes? That is why we’re here after all, aren’t we?”

“Ra’s right.” Your voice boomed over the quarreling gods.

There was silence for a moment. Everyone looked at you.

Seth had an expression of disbelief on his face. He looked shocked, really. He thought you were dead by now, astray from the pantheon, or stuck in some crevice of the underworld and yet…. There you stand.

Osiris covered his face with his hands and sighed.

Horus gave a thumbs up at you, waiting for you to continue.

“Now, onto the trial, yes? You asked for me, here I am. Get a move on, alright? I have other pantheons to be in.” You spat, your eyes red like two heated coals

Horus smiled.

"I like this one. Very bold." Horus said with a smirk.

Ra looked at you. “Amheh, you are back to us for good, are you not?"

“Never was, never will be. Moving on.” You said, looking at the other gods in a cold fury

Ra laughed, her rich voice echoing in the temple.

"Am-heh, if I remember correctly, we had a previous deal with you." The devilish god said while chewing a piece of meat. "According to the deal, if you came back, we will grant you an boon. Was it not a good deal?"

“I returned here to be judged, and to be granted the boon. That is all. As soon as this is all over, I’m leaving again.” You replied.

“We’ll see.” Ra said, earning a glare from you.

And so, the judging began. You, we’re blamed for the eclipse, draughts, storms, everything bad, of course. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence by now. Oh, sure, blame the big bad evil god that escaped the underworld. Why not? Of course, you pleaded as ‘Not Guilty’ multiple times. But then, of course, no one listened to you, it seemed.

“I propose a notion.” Nut said, looking towards you, and then towards Ra.

“Go on.” Maat said.

“If what they plead as isn’t true, and they are responsible for the following, how do we make sure that they’re guilty? What if Am-heh’s innocent?” Nut said.

“I propose a trial.” Geb said, raising his hand.

“What sort of trial?” Sekhmet seemed eerily interested.

“One of us should keep an eye on them!” Said Osiris. “I offer myself to-“

“No offense, Osiris, but this, following your previous history with letting prisoners escape…” Ra cut him off as she noticed the disgusted look upon your face.

For once, ever since you got back, you felt like your ex was finally back on your side. Until…

“I suggest we send Am-heh to Seth.” Ra said, smirking.

“WHAT?!” You almost choked on your own spit, along with the rest of the Godly Council.

Seth seemed as shocked as you were, given the predicament. He didn’t trust you. Not one bit. I mean, sure, you talked, and even bonded a bit before, but not enough for him to be responsible for your life on the line here-!

#egyptian gods #ennead manhwa #ennead mojito #ennead seth #fanfic #fanfiction #x reader #seth ennead

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puffpastrycrimewatch · 4 months

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I can't find it but this is my reply @kananri !↓

1.) Am I named after anyone? Nuh uh made my username myself

2.) I cried an hour ago <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠>

3.) No kids, it would be messed up if I did-

4.) I use sarcasm moderately..I think

5.) I don't and have never played sports..I'm boring _(:3」∠)_

6.) I notice people's hair first, hair is cool

7.) Dark brown eye balls

8.) I like happy movies but I like horror movies from time to time

9.) Special talents ermmmm drawing I guess _(:τ」∠)_

10.) I was born at the gates of hell, my siblings friends call me demon child

11.) My hobbies are playing video games, art stuff, exploring, and punching punch bag

12.) I have 4 four pets, one dog and three cats...my cats all tolerate each other there is no friendship...my dog acts like a cat (⁠・⁠–⁠・⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ

13.) I'm 5'3 which is average height!! I swear to god I searched it up one time and it said it w-

14.) Favorite subject would be science because it was the only thing I could understand, ha you'd thought I'd say art class, absolutely not

15.) My dream job would be to make a TV show, like an animated series but I don't know how to write so that's staying in purgatory.

I'm adding two more questions but artist addition

16.) Who was your first ever OC? Mine was panda girl, she was a super hero lol kinda looked like word girl but panda ears and a mask on the eyes

17.) Why did you start drawing? I started drawing because of cartoon shows and this card that has a super hero on it, lmao it inspired me

MUTUALS ASSEMBLE

...or don't it's okay to not do this (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)👍

I know I tagged too many but I'm just curious man

@thatotherman001 @rogdona @doyoureallyneedme @artsandstoriesandstuff @catfan1000 @sharkyy599 @hiimerick @shaibonbon @0m3n-0f-d3ath @mistysparks @vnmof @nightdustfallen @i-can-not-art @kobylkaaa @kasperplaneteclipse @dackychansworldofhoshinos @kindercelery

#mutals assemble #lmao now i want to draw us as the avengers #OMG WE SHOULD ALL DO A ART COLLAB AND DRAW OURSELVES AS AVENGERS #lemme know if yall are down _(:3」∠)_#i'll probably make a post later about it-

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bibiwrld · 9 months

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Hobie x animalloving!reader

Reader is with Hobie on his boat and she’s feeding the ducks and birds around the water and Hobie sees and they both start doing it together :,)

Ooouuu, I like this🤭

“Be careful now, love.” Hobie eyed Leomie from the crow’s nest. “Don’t want you falling in.”

Leomie was too fascinated by the ducks that swarmed the boat to even hear what Hobie was saying. She threw peas at them, making them gather in one area, dipping their heads into the water to eat the peas.

“Are ya even listening’ to me?” He swung to her, without her even realizing.

He went by her side, looking at the ducks, then to her. She looked so happy, he couldn’t help but smile.

“These likkle creatures are more important than me?” He startled her.

She flinched, almost dropping the bag of peas. “H-Hobie!” She pouted and playfully punched him. “Don’t scare me like that.”

He chuckled. “M’sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya.”

She scoffed, throwing more peas. “Yeah right.”

Hobie sighed, getting closer to her. “I really didn’t mean to, I just wanted to be closer to you is all. You’ve been giving these birds more attention since you’ve been here.”

She looked to him. “They’re my favorite things to look at when I come here and they’re so adorable.” She couldn’t hide her love for animals.

Hobie knew how much she loved animals, you couldn’t catch her without an animal by her side. At a party, let there be a dog or cat, she’s petting it the entirety of the party.

“Am I not adorable too?” His head tilted.

God, he really was adorable.

“You are.” She replied shyly.

He got closer, much closer. “When you’re done feeding them, meet me in my cabin, yeah?”

A quick reaction passed over Leomie’s face. From flustered to relaxed, she replied. “Yeah.”

She knew exactly what that meant.

She laid flat on Hobie’s circular bed, with her legs spread wide open for him. His wicks tickled her inner thighs, as he feasted on her pussy.

“You just keep flowing.” He muffled from between her legs, with her wetness running down his chin.

She gripped on his sheets, inaudible moans and cries erupted from her throat. Her eyes were barely opened whilst she tried looking at Hobie devouring every inch of her pussy.

He slipped a slender finger inside of her, pumping it quickly as she approached her orgasm. He emerged from her pussy, licking his plump pierced lips.

“I-I can’t..Hobie!” Her back arched, going on her tippy toes and bucking her hips.

“Yes you can, love.” He encouraged her. “Yes you fuckin’ can!” His finger never slowing down.

Leomie thrashed around, cumming on his fingers. Her hips stuttered with each cry. “Hobie! H-Hobie!” Her eyes stayed squeezed shut.

“Fuck yes, babe.” He marveled at the sight before. Her cum coated his fingers. “So fuckin’ hot, Leo, look how dirty you got my finger.”

He slowly removed his finger from messy pussy, lickin’ it clean, his eyes stared deeply into her teary ones.

She looked away, chest heaving, a complete mess in front of him. “You’re crazy.”

He removed his shirt, throwing int into a corner of the room and chuckled. “I can show you crazier.” He then unzipped his pants.

Her eyes widened. “What are you doing?”

He stood tall on the bed and pulled his pants down. “Did you think that we were done, Leo?” He threw his boxers somewhere, revealing his erection. “That was just a warm up.” He smirked.

🕸️

#hobie brown fanfiction #hobie brown #my works💌🌷#spider punk #hobie brown smut #spiderman across the spiderverse #Hobie’s boat

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lilgoblinbitch · 10 days

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i just need someone to talk to about carol peletier 🥺

that woman is one of the most versatile and quick-witted characters in twd. she is also one of my favorite characters, because how could she not be?

when i first started watching twd, in season 1 & 2 i just remember being like “holy fuck give this poor woman a break,” i mean her husband was a sack of shit and then her daughter goes missing and turns... and then she has this immaculate character arc. i mean here's this pure, fragile woman who went from being a punching bag for her husband to a literal ass-kicking anti-hero boss ass bitch.

when i got through seasons 3 - 4, i was totally rooting for her! she was presumed dead in the beginning of season 3 but saved by daryl — which btw i have to say they are beautiful together (idk if i completely ship them but i am not against it and do love seeing them together; i’d say i’m a sideline caryl supporter rn) their friendship blossomed very quickly and i loved seeing that happen. season 4 was where carol really started to show her quick-wittedness; she killed karen and david to stop the illness from spreading in the prison. rick said himself later on (i think in like season 6) that he would’ve done the same. also during season 4, carol had to do something extremely difficult—and that was killing lizzie. she knew she had to do it, and she made sure not to let it eat her up for the rest of her life. i think that’s what i love most about carol, her strength. geez, that woman holds so much weight on her shoulders, but never fully lets it bring her down. she’s resilient.

my all time favorite carol moment was during season 5 when she blew up terminus. GODDAMN BADASS BITCH ALERT!!!! and ooohhh my god the look on rick’s face when he found out she saved them — priceless!

there are so many more epic carol moments, but if i talked about them all i would have to make a novel lol. needless to say, i can’t wait to see her on screen again with daryl. 🥹

#the book of carol #carol peletier #twd carol #the walking dead #twd #daryl and carol #twd daryl dixon #goblin speaks #asks

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slowlydifferentbluebird · 2 years

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Blackpink headcanons: them taking care of their S/O in hangover

Requests are open

Blackpink member X GN!Reader

Jisoo

Let's be quite clear on one point: you don't remember anything about yesterday night

Like you were out with you friends and then... blackout

So when you woke up not in your bed, you were very confused

But after a few minutes of confusion, you recognized the bedroom of your girlfriend

In fact shortly after Jisoo entered the room with a glass of water in her hands

"Goodmorning Sunshine, how are you feeling today? Do you need some water or did you drink enough last night?", she asked, teasing you

In reply you just groaned and hidden your head under the blanket

Jisoo then entered in the bed with you and started to kiss and cuddle you to make you feel better

During that she told you that last night at 4 a.m. her doorbell ringed and when she checked who was, she found asleep in the hallway

Probably your friends dropped you in front of her door and then ran away

Your head feel to you like a punching bag

But with Jisoo with you, the hangover was not that bad

Jennie

It was 7 am and Jennie didn't receive news from you from 10 pm of yesterday

She was sick worried, she was not feeling good about you going to disco with your old high school friends

And now you seem missing

So not being able to sleep, she went to your house

She knocked and shout your name, but she didn't receive an answer

So she entered with the spare key that you give her

She found you asleep on the sofa

She wanted only to wake you up and yell at you

But your face seems so exhausted

So instead she went in kitchen and started to made a soup for the hangover

When you woke up after some hours, you still got your reprimand

But she also got you covered in kisses because she missed your face so much

Rosé

You were at a gala event with your girlfriend

But it seemed to you to be alone there

In fact everyone wanted to talk with Rosé, so she was bounced around

You instead didn't want to talk with that people who were clearly too snob for you

So you started drinking to kill the time

When Rosé returned to rescue you at the end of the event, she found wasted

But she couldn't be mad with you, after all it was her fault too

She toke you to her house and helped you preparing for bed

She even gave you some medicines to prevent the hangover

The morning after you were feeling better than you expected

Moreover you discovered that Rosie cooked for you your favorite food

You silently thanked the sky who has sent this angel to take care of you

Lisa

When you woke up, your head hurt like hell

It was so bad that you can't even open your eyes

Yet you sensed this hot sensation on your face

So with difficulty you opened your eyes and saw that face of Lisa, watching you so closely

In fact the head of your girlfriend being at few centimeters from your

"Oh, thank God, you're alive", she gasped

She told you that last night you drunk-dial her, telling her that you were missing her and that you needed her help

So she ran to your apartment only to find you sleeping safely in your bed

She has joined you, of course

At the end of the narration, a smirk appeared on her face

"You know, Y/N, maybe I know a method to cure the headache. Let me handle this ;)"

Honestly after you were feeling so much better, but you can't walk properly till the following day

#kpop #kpop girls #kpop headcanons #kpop reactions #blackpink #blackpink headcanons #blackpink jennie #blackpink jisoo #blackpink lisa #blackpink reactions #blackpink x reader #blackpink imagines #blackpink scenarios #blackpink rose #blackpink fluff #kpop fluff #kpop imagines #kpop scenarios

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heyhilana · 1 year

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Day of Love (Joel Miller)

Summary: While journaling, you count the days and realize that it's Valentine's day, your favorite holiday, and when the outbreak happened. While Ellie is interested and Joel shows detest, a restaurant that happens to be Valentine's day themed brings out the best in you both.

A/N: Hi lovelies! This is the first story I've published since last year and it was sorta random idea that was stuck in my head. Also, I apologize if Joel doesn't sound as southern since I didn't want him to sound like Whiskey, nor did I want to overdo it. I tried to find a decent balance. But, I hope you enjoy it since it's a shorter story and it'll help me get back into the groove of things. As always, drink water and love yourself <3 Happy Valentine's Day!

Pair: Joel Miller x F! reader (Use of Y/N!) (honestly, this can be gender neutral but since I added sweetheart I didn't want to add a !gn reader when it wouldn't be fair)

Warnings: None surprisingly :)

Word Count: 2.4k

February 14, 2034

21 years. 21 years of when life as I knew it turned upside down. How I managed to survive all of this chaos is beyond me. Maybe my guardian angel is working overtime due to my carelessness and I owe them a drink. Well, more than once after I’ve caught myself in more near-death experiences than not. Damn, maybe I have a penchant for death since it’s all around me.

Alright, I promised to not be so morbid since I have to have a little hope now that I’m around Ellie. She doesn’t know what a normal life is, but I don’t want more of my cynicism to rub off on her. She’s gone through more than the average child or should I say, the previous average child should’ve gone through. And Joel is enough already. So grumpy, always short with words, so tall, handsome, strong-wait! I can’t waste any more paper on that. It was hard enough to find this book in the bookstore a while back. But he rubbed me the wrong and right way the moment I met him. Hard to read, yet I want to read him in any way I can. God, hitchhiking with them was not a good idea since this should’ve gone away already. What is this? High school? Spending my days writing in this tiny notebook so I don’t lose my mind with thinking while we walk to god knows where? Please, I’m losing my mind and I know it’s only going to get worse.

“Y/n! We don’t have all day now. You done writing?” Joel turned to face you and while the twinge of annoyance grew, you felt a softness grow in your heart.

“I am now.” You snapped, closing your small book and getting up, dusting off your back legs.

“What do you write in there?” Ellie asked.

“Depending on the day I write down how long it’s been or what may have happened when the infected attack me. Helps so I can fight them off later on.” You answer, noticing that Joel was starting to walk ahead. You put your notebook in your bag.

“How many books do you have?” You both tried to catch up with him while he was watching the surroundings.

“I’ve lost some pages due to fights but I recovered most of the days. With this new book, I have 5. Keeping the entries short helps to save space.” Ellie was shocked by how many you had.

“What’s today’s date then?”

“February 14, 2034. Valentine’s day.” That earned a groan from Joel which you ignored.

“Valentine’s day?” She scrunched up her face a little.

“You never heard of it?” She shook her head no.

“I heard about Christmas, but never that. What’s it about?”

Before you could speak, Joel interjected. “It’s a day where two people act in love for one day and that’s it.” You rolled your eyes at his poor explanation.

“Sounds like you hated it.” Ellie noted.

“Seeing two people lie to each other for the day was something I hated.” He clarified, slowing up a bit to let you both walk by his sides.

“They didn’t all lie. A lot of them actually loved each other.” You could see the detest on Joel’s face, and it made you want to wipe it off his face by either punching him in the arm or kissing him.

“Most did. Didn’t you see that when you were in high school?” He looked at you and you sighed over his usual mentions of your age when everything started.

“You act like I’m a million years younger than you.” You stopped in your tracks and so did he, him folding his arms as he stared you down.

“You couldn’t file taxes when it all happened.” Another blow, this one earning a scoff.

“And you were headed towards retiring by the morning.” You shot back, making Joel’s jaw tighten.

“Sweetheart, you don’t know about life like I do.” He walked up to you, closing some distance.

“Don’t you tell me what I know.” You closed more of the gap, the glares creating more tension that could only end in one of two ways. Heart racing, you didn’t want your irritation to cloud your judgment but faintly you could see that his jaw was tight but his eyes were softer, perhaps contradicting himself more than he intended.

“Enough! You guys fucking argue all the time.” Ellie quite literally got in between you both, pushing you both back. Not much was said as Joel continued walking and you kept your distance from him, staying near Ellie.

“It’s a regular day, nothing more.” He affirmed, but he was quieter.

“It was a special day. People would celebrate in many ways, buying flowers and chocolate, gifts, and going out on dates.” You remembered the commercials on TV and how everyone was on the day of, spreading love in all the ways that were possible. Glorified in some ways, but it was a time when humanity was at least in a better mood for the most part.

“Sounds like something I would’ve hated.” You rolled your eyes.

“That’s one thing she’s said that I can agree with.”

“It was one of my favorite days. Wish I could go back to when things were simpler.” While neither of them said anything, you could see the quiver in Joel’s lip but you didn’t push it.

“Up ahead. What does that look like to you?” You looked up atop the hill, seeing a boarded-up building but you couldn’t make out the sign as it was decayed. The rest of the exterior looked to be fine, which gave you hope that the interior would be the same.

“Looks like it’s intact. Worth going into?”

“Only place we’ve seen that might have resources.”

“Let’s go then.” The three of you walked up the hill, with Ellie in front of you both and you and Joel still keeping some distance for civil sake.

“Why do you tell her about the past all the time?”

“Because she deserves to know that before this life existed there was a beautiful way to live. It’s the least I can do is since everything turned into a hellfire.” You looked around as the trees cascaded over you, the sky finally clear after days of clouds. Hope was all you had, and why would you dash it in someone who was now the beacon of hope everyone needed.

“A hellfire is an understatement.” You drily laughed, knowing that there was not a word in what was left of a dictionary that could explain the hell on earth you lived through day by day.

“It is, but she deserves to know. Just because our worldviews are fucked up doesn’t mean hers has to be the same.” He hummed in response and you took it, focusing on getting up this hill without losing your breath.

You reached the top of the hill and saw the building. It was still relatively unidentifiable but intact, with no spores or dead infected on the outside. You looked around and you didn’t see or hear anything, the familiar clicking or groan long gone as you walked to the building. You still kept your gun on you as you walked to the side door, but when you went to open it, it was locked.

“You have a pin?” Joel asked. You gave him the pin in your pocket and he got down to unlock it, jiggling it around before he heard the click. He turned the handle and opened it, and thankfully no spores were in there. Breathable, you walked in and you saw the familiar hues of red, pink, and even some white lining the room. Tables scattered, red tablecloth hanging on by a thread, a stage to your right, and you knew where you were at.

“A restaurant.” You saw that the front door was open and there were scattered items left behind.

“This was a restaurant?”

“Yeah. They were in full swing for Valentine’s Day before the outbreak.” You walked down and the broken glass cracked underneath your boots. You walked to one of the tables that were still standing, two glasses lined with dust and the unopened bottle of champagne that sat in the middle.

“Unopened surprisingly.” You held it up and dusted it off.

“Open it.” Ellie asked as Joel walked over to the kitchen. You picked up the knife that was on the table and used it to pop open the bottle, letting the cork fall to the ground as you brought it to your nose and smelled it, aged perfectly in the midst of chaos.

“Nothing here or in the back. We should go.” Joel popped out from the kitchen, hand near his side. You put the bottle down and turned to him.

“Why can’t we stay here for a few more minutes?” Ellie walked up to the stage and grabbed the mic stand.

“It’s a waste of time.” He was out of breath and you took out his meds from your bag.

“It’s not. We’ve been walking all day and I can see by your side that you need a break.” You walked up to him to hand him the bottle but he pushed you away.

“I can push through.”

“Joel, we’re staying here for a few minutes until you can get some relief. Take your meds.” You handed it to him again and he glared at you, taking them and swallowing them with the water you also gave to him. You both walked over to the chairs as Ellie began to play around on stage as a performer.

You both sat in silence as you watched her up there, the perfect distraction as you would normally feel goosebumps with how close Joel was to you.

“It’s nice to see her being a kid.” He commented, his voice not as strained.

“It is. She’s gone through so much and to see her happy is worth it. Even this place is nice to be in.”

“This place is an insane asylum.”

“Why do you hate this holiday so much?” You turned your head to look at him, seeing that he was not holding his side anymore, his hand laying close to yours.

“I told you earlier, y/n. It’s the people that made it stupid. When you love someone, you love them not just for one day, but every day. You don’t need a special day to show off your love.” Despite the earlier debate, you were inclined to listen to him, or maybe take longer glances at him.

“But the day also had wonderful moments as well. To have a day designated to be with your lover, all the PDA, and creating memories on a special day. The day doesn’t have meaning, but the people can make it special when it’s genuine.” You reasoned.

“You have to make every day a special day when you’re in love.” He locked eyes with you as he uttered the last few words. Your words were caught in your throat and your lips parted and closed again.

He was at my throat not too long ago and now he’s looking at me dead in my eyes. Another notebook entry for tonight.

“You must have experience with that.” You finally spoke, the evenness in your tone wavering slightly.

“I do. When you give up on that, you give up on the relationship.” His tone wavered slightly, but not in a twinge of pain but a hint of uncertainty.

“Fair point.”

“You guys are going to just sit there?” Ellie was smiling widely, clearly enjoying her imaginary concert.

“That stage is all for you, Ellie. We’re fine down here.” You told her, seeing her go back to what she was doing.

“I would ask why you love it so much but you gave me your answer.”

“It’s not so much the day but that it reminds me that love still exists. Love can be found through anyone and everything no matter what stands in the way. I’ve seen some couples still standing after all these years, or some that have found each other along the way. We all need connections, and it’s important to find them because it keeps people alive. Don’t you believe in that?” You were surprised that you could say all that when you felt his eyes on you, listening to you attentively. His face was softer, and the lines on his face were not as prominent. He looked at peace when all you thought was your presence gave him irritation.

“21 years ago, I did and it made sense to me to live that way for as long as I could. Since then, I’ve spent all these years surviving. Learning to get out of one shitty situation from the next, meeting other people, losing them, or leaving them behind. I’ve done that for a long time, and only now it’s changed.” He looked away from you for a moment, looking at the hearts that lined the stage wall. He looked as though he was contemplating something, as were you about the words that were lodged in your throat, threatening to come out with each passing second.

“Changed how?” He didn’t say anything, instead taking your hand in his and squeezing it. You hesitated to do the same, but you followed your heart and did so anyways, matching your heartbeat.

He turned his body to face you this time, his other hand moving up to your jaw, tilting it up to match him. Your heart was beating just like you were a teenage girl in high school, the memories of what life was all encompassed with Joel at this moment. “Sometimes the people you come across can change everything you thought you once knew.”

Your lips parted instinctively as he let his impulses rule over his body. He kissed you softly, testing the waters as you squeezed his hand again gently. As hardened as Joel appeared to be with good reason, his softness was always there and you were experiencing it firsthand, finding a rhythm until you both pulled back, still staring at the other in adoration rather than irritation.

“Finally! I didn’t know how long I had to wait up here until you guys got it over with!” Ellie walked down from the stage and smiled, earning a grin from you and a hum from Joel.

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eighthdoctor · 2 months

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So, as a fan of Forsaken Sylvanas I've always wondered how you view her more immoral or hypocritical actions. I don't mean the later stuff from when she was Warchief or even necessarily Vanilla WOW.

For me, I always struggled to like Frozen Throne Sylvanas compared to her Reign of Chaos incarnation because Forsaken Sylvanas employed mind control, IE the same slavery forced on her, onto others.

Specifically she had a bunch of different people possessed and used as kamikaze soldiers on Varimathras and then kept the survivors to be used later, IE Mug'thol the Ogre who only broke free thanks to the Crown of Wills which he was later assassinated for.

The act itself just always struck me as incredibly hypocritical given everything. It wasn't killing and then being magically enslaved but it wasn't much better and sort of set the tone for me not being surprised by Sylvanas and the Forsaken being kind of bastards.

That isn't to say I necessarily thought it was a good decision.

Nor is it to say that it couldn't be made into something thematically resonant. The victim perpetuates a similar crime done unto them if perhaps less extreme out of desperate survivalism but has complicated feelings about it, or the like.

But given that didn't happen, well its a lot like how I don't take Bartman's "no guns" stance seriously when his best friend is a cop. The narrative and thematic dysfunction breaks my vibe. But I am curious about your take on all this.

SORRY FOR THE MULTIPLE WEEK DELAY ON THIS I HAD LIFE HAPPEN REPEATEDLY and also wanted to put some thought into this

okay so required reading which will underpin a lot of this:

what is a war crimes on azeroth

how does Sylvanas see her job as the Banshee Queen

what's up with the Maw [ETA: I don't remember why I put this one in...presumably past!me had a reason?]

as per the war crimes post, I am not using any real world examples for my own sanity, and trying to draw real world parallels will get you blocked, because I'm not interested in getting into that cesspit.

anyway so! the question!

context for everyone else: the events in question happened very shortly (months to a year or so, the timeline is SUPER fake) after Sylvanas fought free of Arthas's control, with.......some number of supporters.

the number of Forsaken/free undead here is important. if Sylvanas is commanding a significant army, then she has many viable routes toward keeping her people safe. if she's commanding fifteen soldiers and an undead goat, then almost any action becomes justifiable.

an unexplored angle in the war crimes post because god knows it was long enough already: the goal being fought over.

we find war crimes/atrocities more palatable when they are being used in defense against invasion than when they are used in perpetuation of it. we find them more acceptable if done by the smaller, weaker force fighting for survival.

this isn't a "get out of jail free" card to do whatever the fuck you want. but if there's a limitless army of demons invading my city, a few atrocities to keep them from ending life on the planet sounds like a fair trade.

and then, of course, a huge POINT in the war crimes post is "we don't do these things because we get really upset when they happen to US", so the moment the OTHER side does a war crime it's now fair game for everyone.

which is to say: as of frozen throne, Sylvanas is fighting entirely for survival. there is not an organized force on Azeroth (or even most of the unorganized ones) who wants her & the Forsaken 'alive'. they are everyone's favorite punching bag. everything she does is for sheer survival.

so how many Forsaken are there? good question.

when poking around the wiki it looks like there are two different ways to estimate the size of the Forsaken at this point in time:

from WC3 gameplay

from WoW gameplay & lore (ex, the History of Warcraft fragment Civil War in the Plaguelands)

unfortunately these uh. contradict. the fragment explicitly says she got half the Scourge (well done Sylvanas holy shit), and god knows there's enough Forsaken PCs running around to validate this.

but WC3 gameplay leans very much toward "scrappy band of rebels" imho. the wiki has "With only a handful of ghouls and a few banshee sisters" (here) which is hardly half the Scourge. it looks much more like it's her, the Dark Rangers, a smattering of weirdass things she took with her in the divorce liberated in her escape and...Varimathras. everyone's fave.

let's put those two together.

let's say that Sylvanas did liberate half the Scourge. in particular, given various propensities among Forsaken PCs, she got a disproportionate amount of the recently dead and relatively few of the older abominations.

and when her tens-or-hundreds-of-thousands of undead came to awareness again, realizing who they were, what they had been made to do, the world they were now resident in--

they collapsed.

what if in frozen throne Sylvanas has a city's worth of undead who are collectively unable to defend themselves, unable to do anything, and she's got maybe a thousand who are actually viable fighters, and everyone wants them wiped out.

(the single arguable exception to this, the quel'dorei, are in the middle of whatever the FUCK kael'thas is up to. idk. i've read the relevant pages 10 times and it still makes no sense. he got afflicted with Gotta Carry The Plot disease and everything went to shit from there. point is, they're busy.)

so with that context.

it is, of course, horrible to possess people and use them as sacrificial soldiers. this is a Bad Thing to do etc.

it's also very strategically sound. it allows Sylvanas to hurt the enemy without risking anything. there's no possible drawback here except some squishy ethics, and "doing horrible things in defense of civilians" is, at least, a huge step up from what Arthas made her do.

if Sylvanas had had other options, if there were more functional Forsaken at that point in time, then different story, but WC3 gameplay strongly strongly suggests that no, a very small percentage of those who were going to make classic era Forsaken were actually fighting in frozen throne. how else was she going to protect her people?

but in general, much, much more sympathetic to people doing war crimes if they are horrifically outnumbered and otherwise going to be wiped out. that tends to provoke anyone into atrocities.

I've talked before--I actually talk in the latest chapter--about how Sylvanas is always defending Silvermoon. this is another iteration of that.

it's also VERY early in her....'character arc' might be a bit strong. trajectory. Sylvanas-on-Gor can set the moral limit of "no rape no slavery", because nothing that happens on Gor is going to change the fates of the Forsaken (well...it is, but indirectly). even Sylvanas-as-Warchief can draw that line, because she is Warchief and the Forsaken are considered part of the Horde, not the Horde's cannon fodder.

but the actions in question were done when Sylvanas wasn't in the Horde. before she'd even named the Forsaken.

to sum up:

I don't think it's hugely hypocritical, or rather, it kind of is, but desperate times etc, she was pushed into a corner and tore her way back out again.

Blizzard's failure to follow up on their own themes remains, as always, a problem. but it's not my problem and I'm perfectly happy to grab some themes and run.

I do think torturing/mind controlling Derek was hypocritical, which is why I completely wrote that part out of the fic. boring, Blizzard. and what was the point? far more effective to leave him just as he is and watch Jaina try to find the trap.

#asks for ts #tumblingxelian #the power to manipulate belief #long post for ts #blorbos from my games

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