#volcanic lightning baby

[glowcrow]

The Forbidden Reach needs you!

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#world of warcraft #warcraft #warcraft art #warcraft oc #commission #dracthyr #forbidden reach #volcanic lightning baby #angais #glowcrow

[meirimerens]

Do you have any thoughts on the Kains' family dynamics (especially Maria & Khan + Nina & Maria but anything will do)... Do you ever think about them...

god do i. do i ever. the maria and khan dynamic to me hinges so beautifully on that post i cannot stop thinking about it. in pathologic siblings either cannot part/love each other saur saur much (clara & changeling for the "cannot part" one, both for the stamatwins) or have this growing distance between them (georgiy and simon, in their defense One is Dead [allegedly], maria and khan, vlad jr and capella...). i think maria never really wanted a sibling but Tough Luck baby girl. she liked having all of her parents' attention; she knew she was destined to greatness by blood, and having that blood be shared didn't sit well with her. khan is bound to be an heir in his own way, a "beloved son", "the family's hope" - maria wishes she could have all of this. but they navigate very different waters, the two of them. khan respects her - respects her because she can make herself be respected so easily, with such grace, whereas he still has to claw for it, even within his family (mostly by virtue of. being 15). she finds him a little cringe and like a little insect in many ways, but one ought to respect insects.

khan, within his own family is beloved in the way maria is feared - meaning he is also feared, and she is also beloved. they're both bound to heritage - whereas maria welcomes hers, and fully intends on filling the dark sky with her hair like her mother did before, khan is not particularly excited to become like his father.

living with nina was like living with a biblical angel, or a maddened night mare. she was feared, even by her own family members, and yet adored. they were never afraid she would like hit them or anything, it was closer to living with lightning, but a lightning that loves you, in its own way. i think she was tempestuous and groundswell-like with Maria, i think as a way to... incite her power to come through. earthquake-like to release the magma underneath... that didn't happen before her death (that happens closer to like day 9 bachelor route p1) but maria will be forever thankful her mom did that. it was like fencing... like Mensur maybe even. she was not like this with her son, because. well his ass is not becoming a mistress. she loved him dearly too, but might have been a little distant, engulfed in her Mistress ways, but always tried to stir up his fires for desire of power and greatness... and that manifested itself as he became a teenager.

victor's relationship with both his kids is... strained in the fact that he has neither the power, the fury, the fire or the hold that Nina had. his daughter is slipping away from him because she is molding a volcanic fire of her own, that he knew once in her mother but that he never truly understood, and his son he couldn't hold onto because he longs for freedom so much (possibly inherited from his mother). maria doesn't want his tenderness because she wants respect and knows herself to burn so much brighter than him, and khan doesn't want it either because he wants quite the same, but doesn't have the mistress inheritance, the mystery, the power that maria has inherited... so he has to forge his own.

tldr

women when they're about to become their mother: 🖤🗡️🔥🫀🫁🌩️♥️

men when they're about to become their father: 😬😟🙁☹️😰🫨😱

and whatnot

#ring ring (answers) #anonymous #maria lore #nina lore #khan lore #one thing these siblings will do. is bicker at each other.

[bugcatcherwill]

Rezek by the end of this series will be embodying the volcanic lightning phenomena.

Yes. This is a real thing. It happens when lightning arks through the smoke expelled by a volcano.

But the chapter OH BABY! Literally shaking in my chair from it!

YOOOOOOOOO wait hang on hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm

Hmmmmmmmmmmm

Volcano lightning huh,,,,,,,

#ratc ask

[rolandsgaard-castle]

Liste de mes cartes et de mes recherches MàJ le : 21/10/2023

Gold : / (Recherche Jewel, Magic, Stella, Hunter et Joker)

Silver : / (Starlight, Bella, Jewel, Twins)

Copper : / (Fiona, Friends forever, Jewel, Safire, Silas et Zargo)

Wise Warrior : Sorel, Raimondo (Cantaro, Djengis, Rubin, Medusa, Calato, Prince, Sun, Yasmin)

First Series : Shadow (Starfighter, Sunny, Bella, Fiona, Jewel)

Second Series : Toute les cartes basiques, toute les promos (Apuni, Sunny)

Northern Light : Balto, Conall, Star, Embarr, Lakehorse, Colour, Bella (Donn, Yasmin, Jewel, Fiona, Froya)

Mythologie/Ancient Light : Toutes (sauf Yasmin, Apollo, Balto, Bello, Fiona 68, An.Light Promo Serenity, Mirth, Generosity, Dreamer)

Lueurs Boréales : Toutes (sauf Bella, Chumash, Lakota, Chitimacha, Isleta, Miccosukee, Muscogee, Pauma, P1 à P11 et PS1)

Amis Magiques : Toutes (sauf Ceratos, Chitra, Cindra, Cioccola, Cordelia, Fiona, Giasa, Lillova, Madeja, Merowyn, Ondine, Petri, Savros, Thunder, Zephan P1, P2, P3, P4)

Baby Bella : Aegis, Amor/Venus, Apollo/Athena, Delight, Farfalla, Helia, Iceking/Nyx, Iceprince, Khrysor, Leonardo/Sarah, Mira, Moonbeam, Moonphantom, Moonsprite, Bellerophon, Pythia, Sunbeam, Addis, Bella, Bello/Bella, Beran/Rosebriar, Chromasia, Chryso/Sasha, Cirra, Embarr/Freja, Flame/Nike, Jewel, Mistral, Pavonne, Pegasus/Roxy, Summit, Wodan, Rimfaxe/Aurora (recherche toute les autres)

Trésors Fabuleux : Toutes (Sauf Sophie, Thunder, Starstone, P2 Lily)

Familles Royales : Toutes (Sauf Alina, Gracie, Spottie, Zephyros, P2 River)

Bal de Bella : Toutes les basiques, toutes les promos.

Sunflowers : Toutes les basiques et toutes les promos (Bella/Sara McDonald)

Moonfairies : Toutes les basiques et P1 Twilight (Sauf Anthea, P2 Woodlock)

Starlights : Toutes les basiques, P1 Daybreak (sauf P2 Odyssey)

Carnaval de Printemps : Toutes (sauf La Fanfare, P1 Honora, P2 Kona)

Summer Camp : Monument Bello & Bella, Monument Jewel, Monument Fiona, Esprit Volcan endormis, Esprit Volcan éveillé, Lightning, Ruskin, Ivenna/Myrfor, Esprits de l'été, Bella et Sara, Emma, Addis, Histoire feu de camps, Shamal, Ponderosa, Wildflower, Farah (recherche tout le reste + les promos)

Winter Festival : Elemyn, Frostfire, Gracie, Noel, Sleetmane, Starunna, Tinsel, Mistletoe et Holly, Silver, Esprit du Fjord, Jewel, Fiona, Chocolat des fées, Tannenbaum, Snowhorse (recherche tout + les promos)

Best of Bella Sara : Toutes (sauf P1 Cordelia et P2 Faxon)

Chibis Magiques : Toutes (recherche Ivenna, Myrfor, Pantheon, Mireldis, Snowdreamer et Starlight FR)

Herds of North of North : Ivenna et Myrfor, Styginmoor Castle, Colour, Feywind Castle, Parthamane Castle, Petalhome Castle, Valeryk Castle, Wildscape Castle, Mustang, Shanti, Fiona, Saturna, Starlight, Pantheon (recherche tout + promos P1, P2)

Promos des jeux, puzzle, peluches : / (recherche les 12)

Peluches, jouets, chibis bracelets : Fiona et Coral chibis (recherche peluche Fiona et Jewel, jouets divers Nyx et Iceprince, Fiona, Osage, Jewel, Mireldis et Moonphantom, Uranus, Valkrist, les poulains Moonbeam et Sunbeam chibis Pantheon et Jewel)

Mini figurines : Inupiat, Phoenix, Athena, Anemone, Misla, Fiona, Potawatomi, Kallista (recherche Seraphia, Walter, Amor, Colour, Apollo, Wasco, Rosebriar, Obrylin, Jewel, Osage, Pink Lady, Blossom, Venus, Chromasia)

#bellasara #bella sara #horse #equine #styginmoor #rolandsgaard

[ilikethissong]

The Aces - Volcanic Love

Out of the darkness I sparked a match that set the fire Hear the wind talking It's stirring up my bad desires My love is leaving Before the lightning hits the ground While I'm looking forward My mind is moving backwards now Love, my love, volcanic love Love, my love, volcanic love You're burning me up Tell me you feel it now You're burning me up I know you need it now Love, volcanic love Love, volcanic love I get the feeling You worry 'bout me way too much Caught in the moment We love what can't be good for us And I've been sinking Into my sheets alone at night Under the ashes The heat you left just won't subside You're burning me up Tell me you feel it now You're burning me up I know you need it now Love, volcanic love Love, volcanic love Under the ashes, under the ashes, under the ashes I'm on fire, baby Under the ashes, under the ashes, under the ashes I'm on fire, baby, I'm on fire

#the aces #volcanic love #music video #i like this song #while i'm looking forward my mind is moving backwards now... #i like this music video #heathers references!!

[esonetwork]

Timestamp #300: The Haunting of Villa Diodati

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Timestamp #300: The Haunting of Villa Diodati

Doctor Who: The Haunting of Villa Diodati (1 episode, s12e08, 2020)

Enter Frankenstein’s monster.

The place and time are Lake Geneva, June 1816. As a thunderstorm crashes down upon the Swiss countryside, Mary Wollstonecraft Godwin (the future Mary Shelley, the mother of science fiction), Lord George Gordon Byron, Doctor John Polidori, and Claire Clairmont bemoan the abnormal summer weather and enjoy a horror story. As Lord Byron reaches the climax of his tale, the crowd jumps at a knocking on the door.

When the tense crowd opens the door, they find the Doctor, Graham, Yaz, and Ryan. Everyone screams!

The Doctor flounders with the soaked psychic paper and Graham stumbles with modern vernacular, so Ryan simply asks to come in. They are excited to see the creative minds at work, but instead, dance with them and are treated to gossip about Mary not being married despite taking the Shelley surname and Byron separating from his wife to elope with Mary’s stepsister Claire.

Graham ventures off to find a bathroom, the Doctor tries to convince Mary to write a horror story, and the maid Elise is haunted by flying vases and disembodied hands. Graham ends up walking in circles through the house as mysterious figures appear and disappear around him.

Yaz finds Claire trying to break into Byron’s room to find letters about his feelings for her. Yaz consoles her before spotting one of the mysterious figures. Meanwhile, Byron chats up “Mrs. Doctor” while deflecting questions about Shelley. They also talk about Byron’s daughter Ada and the “unrelentingly evil” vibe surrounding the house. While chatting with Ryan, Mary laments her poor writing talent.

Graham returns to the drawing room as Polidori challenges Ryan to a duel for a perceived offense. The conflict is interrupted by the disembodied hand. It chokes Ryan and is shot into dust by the butler Fletcher. The Doctor tastes the dust and places it around the fifteenth century. Byron shows the collected party his odd collection, including the remains of a fifteenth-century soldier.

The soldier is missing two hands.

Mary explains that when the weather got worse, Shelley started having visions of a figure floating over a lake. Yaz plans to visit Shelley in his chalet while Graham sees the mysterious woman and girl but dismisses them as Polidori snoozes.

Everyone finds themselves circling throughout the house. Mary attempts to find her son, but the house won’t let her. Elise finds baby William and spots lightning on the lake. Meanwhile, Polidori awakens and sleepwalks through a wall. The Doctor discounts a haunting because ghosts don’t exist, and she eventually deduces that a perception filter is at work. As everyone in the house slowly gathers together again, Mary finds a skull and a skeletal hand in William’s cot.

The group traps the animated skull and hand and then shares their findings. The Doctor finally realizes that 1816 was “the year without a summer” due to volcanic activity. She spots the glowing figure on the lake and determines it is a time traveler. The figure materializes in the hallway, and the Doctor immediately recognizes it as a lone cyberman. The Doctor warns everyone to stay put lest they be assimilated as Cybermen, then goes alone to confront it. She doesn’t want to lose anyone else to the mechanical menace.

The Cyberman kills Fletcher and tracks Elise due to William’s cries. The Cyberman seeks a “Guardian” and does not kill the baby. The Doctor finds it and questions the incomplete form, but the Cyberman cannot attack her due to depleted power cells. The Cyberman allows itself to be struck by lightning to recharge. It speaks of a Cyberium that has selected another host.

The rest of the group finds a supposedly vacant room, but it is covered in Shelley’s writing. In the cellar, Claire finds a man who mutters about keeping a Cyberman out. This man, Percy Bysshe Shelley, is the Guardian. The Doctor meets up with this group, finds baby William, and visits with Shelley. The Cyberman teleports to Shelly in search of the Cyberium, but Shelley somehow sends it away.

Through a psychic connection, the Doctor realizes that Shelley found a shimmering silver by the lake. It hid inside his body, cloaking his movements and altering everyone else’s perceptions. His mind is full of images, symbols, and numbers, and no amount of writing will remove them. The Doctor realizes that the Cyberium contains all future knowledge of the Cybermen and was sent back in time to change the future. It will burn Shelley’s mind if he keeps it.

Despite Jack’s warning, the Doctor convinces Shelley to stop fighting the Cyberman’s influence. Unfortunately, if she saves Shelley, the Cyberman will be able to raise an unstoppable army and kill billions. There is no right answer, and the Doctor is furious with the choice forced upon her.

The Cyberman arrives and demands that the Cyberium release Shelley. Mary confronts it and learns that it was a father once, a man named Ashad who was transformed in death (and killed his own children for joining the resistance against him). Using that story as inspiration, the Doctor shows Shelly a vision of his own death and forces the Cyberium from him.

Everyone is teleported back to the drawing room as the Cyberium chooses the Doctor. Ashad calls upon his ship and threatens to destroy the world, so the Doctor releases the Cyberium to Ashad’s control. The lone Cyberman vanishes and the thunderstorm disappears. The Doctor decides to travel into the future with Shelley’s scribblings to fight Ashad before he can destroy everything.

The next day, Claire berates Byron over his poor treatment of her and breaks up with him. Team TARDIS convinces Mary to keep writing and apologizes for giving Shelley a sneak peek of his death. Graham is confused by the ghosts (who weren’t ghosts) and the Doctor offers to send her companions home as she faces the Cybermen.

The companions refuse, and over a reading of Byron’s Darkness, the team sets course for destiny.

In a good suspense story featuring a possible inspiration for Frankenstein, or the Modern Prometheus, we get a prelude for the most divisive story in modern Doctor Who history. The premise was sound with our traveling heroes on a quest to see the origins of Mary Shelley’s masterpiece, and it evolved into a fantastic mystery thriller that brought us back to basics with historical and problem-solving elements.

The centerpiece – the lone Cyberman from Jack’s warning – is itself an amalgam of modern Doctor Who history. The body is mostly from Nightmare in Silver with lower legs from Rise of the Cybermen and arms from World Enough and Time. The helmet is a new arrangement but is inspired by a design by assistant Matthew Savage. (A 2016 three-dimensional update was showcased on his Instagram profile last year.)

The drama of this episode, with a chance to permanently defeat a menacing enemy at the cost of the greater good, was tense. This is when Doctor Who‘s social messaging is on target, with subtle pokes that make the audience feel the choice rather than experiencing a bludgeon to the head.

And, as mentioned before, this is the last prologue before the Doctor Who universe changes once again. To call what’s coming divisive is an understatement.

Rating: 4/5 – “Would you care for a jelly baby?”

UP NEXT – Doctor Who: Ascension of the Cybermen and Doctor Who: The Timeless Children

The Timestamps Project is an adventure through the televised universe of Doctor Who, story by story, from the beginning of the franchise. For more reviews like this one, please visit the project’s page at Creative Criticality.

#Doctor Who #Thirteenth Doctor #Timestamps Project

[n1ko-whoisdefinatelynotacat]

more out of canon, back to the [Redacted Lore]

Bout to give you all official bios for each of these characters, including [Redacted]. Here we goooo

True Name: Shalara

Chosen name: Riptide

Age: 15 at Death

Gender: Afab Demi-girl (she/they)

Orientation: Omni-romantic asexual

Romantic partner: none

Species: Water Drake

Magic: Entirely water based

Role within group: Water savior, the healer of the group, due to their magic being best for healing.

Relation with [Redacted]: a childhood friend

Death: She died first, when she fell off a cliff into the deep ocean, which effectively crystallized her body, unlocking a part of the puzzle for [Redacted].

True name: Magrieus

Chosen name: Zircon

Age: 13 at death

Gender: Non-binary (they/them)

Orientation: AroAce

Romantic Partner: none

Species: Ram/Fire Imp hybrid

Magic: Fire/Magma based

Role within group: They were the one typically fighting up close, given their magic. They also often would help those in the group who’s magic was better suited for other things stay safe during battle

Relation with [Redacted]: A childhood friend of [Redacted], who often was around because they were younger and [Redacted] baby-sat them with some of the others

Death: They died second. Magrieus sacrificed themself during a major fight, by using their magic to force a volcanic eruption. This resulted in another piece of the puzzle being unlocked for [Redacted].

True name: Fulteins

Chosen Name: Shockwave

Age: 17 at death

Gender: Female (she/her)

Orientation: Pansexual

Romantic partner: Un-named significant other (passed around the start of the calamity)

Species: Energy drake

Magic: Energy/Electricity based

Role within group: She was the leader of the group, taking that position as she was the oldest and most mature. She was also pretty good at strategy, and used that to her advantage. Her magic was also well suited for attack, so along with Magrieus, she usually was right up close with any enemy, protecting the other three who weren’t best suited for attack magic wise.

Relation with [Redacted]: much like [Redacted] Watched Magrieus when they were young, Fultein watched [Redacted]. When the calamity first began, Fultein ended up taking a sort of mother role towards [Redacted], because [Redacted]’s family was lost. It’s because of this that Fultein’s death may have effected [Redacted] the most.

Death: Fultein died third. When they were making a mad dash to get away from the enemy, Feltein understood the symbol that represented her, and turned around. She effectively struck herself with lightning, using that to wipe out all of the attackers. This sort of petrified her body, turning her into a statue. This statue also is cracked into somewhat even halves, because of the lightning strike. It was not a pleasant sight.

True name: Astris

Chosen name: Gemstone

Age: 16 at death

Gender: Intersex

Orientation: Panromantic asexual

Romantic Partner: [Redacted]

Species: Star Striker (a species thought to originally have come from the Stars. They all possess a star shaped gem somewhere on their body, but the colors are random. Yellow is the rarest one. Yes this is a Steven universe reference)

Magic: space and star based

Role within the group: Astris was the one who handled defense, due to their magic being well suited for defensive type spells like shield spells. They were often helping Shalara stay safe while doing healing spells, or keeping eyes off of [Redacted] while they were being sneaky.

Relation to [Redacted]: Astris was a childhood friend to [Redacted], but as the two got older it ended up evolving into something more. They got together only a year before the calamity occurred. Their death may also have effected [Redacted] the most.

Death: Astris died last. They realized that in order for [Redacted] to finish the prophecy, they had to do the thing many of the members of their society said could only be done by anyone with a yellow gem. They had to become a star. So, the two went to the highest mountain in the region, where the sacred grounds of their people were, and after saying goodbye to [Redacted], finally became a star.

True name: Unknown

Chosen name: [Redacted]

Age: 16 at the time of the calamity, mid 20’s now (I’m gonna have you people do math. When the simulation first started, [Redacted] was 17. When they got Niko out, they were 18. Niko was 8. They meet Niko again when they are 14. 1 year has passed since then.)

Gender: Trans Masc (He/they/it)

Orientation: Biromantic asexual

Romantic partner: currently none, but at one time Astris was.

Species: Avian

Magic: Entirely light based

Role within group: [Redacted] took on any and all stealth missions, due to their magic allowing them to refract light and render himself invisible. It also often tried to help in fights, but their magic wasn’t great for that, so they usually tried to be sneaky during fights.

Fulfillment of prophecy: [Redacted] was the last one standing in the group. When the others had died, they headed to the center of the region, and found a brilliant light. Using their wings, they headed as far up into the sky as they could, and held it as high above their head as they could. This destroyed the attacking group, and stopped the calamity. [Redacted] is now regarded as a hero because of this, but now is not usually in their home world.

#[redacted] #lore dump #out of canon

[ifjgh]

I”ve missed these fellas so much!

So after going through an sketch book of mine, I refound some of my favorite OCs. I”ll get into each character more under the cut, but the basics of their story is: These guys were a group of pet crows, each one having a disability/needing special care. One day, due to some magic mishaps, they were transformed into ‘humans’, and decided that they are all brothers/family now and also the bird mafia who smuggle bread.

Due to nostalgic reasons, I kept this piece in a sketch form. They are in order from oldest to youngest,yes Baxter is the youngest and I”ll get into that later. Plus, I think I only gave them colors once a long time ago, and i never really cared for it. Oh, and there’s a little bonus after my character descriptions...

I have yet to decide if they can switch back to their bird forms at will, but here’s some basic info on my special boys.

Sgt. Pepper: The oldest of the bunch, and unlike the others whose owner was there when they hatched, Peps just showed up one day and never left. He’s a crabby, but wise, old man. He’s usually justified when he has to lecture the others. He lost his right eye some point before he showed up, he gives a different story each time someone asks, so no one really knows how. He wears war badges, but like his eye, no one knows which war. Tony’s guess is he just bought them at a costume shop. He also likes to save his breath as much as he can so instead of telling one of the others when they did something wrong, they might get a good whack from his cane instead.

Al Capone: The owner’s first crow who needed special care. He has some metabolism problems that make it hard for him to lose weight. With that, he doesn’t get around much, and mostly stays at their base. It works out for him though, since he’s kinda become the leader of this rag tag group. Which is probably why he’s always pretty tired, having to make sure these doofuses don’t end up getting hurt when they’re bread smuggling is a task.

Peckers: The second crow that needed special care, but not since hatching. He got in an accident and lost a good portion of his beak, he was able to get a custom made prosthetic so he could still eat, but has developed a tick, if he doesn’t have something in his mouth to chew/nibble/peck on he gets a bit agitated, so he usually has a stick or toothpick on him at all times. Pecks is kinda the straight man of this group, and tries his best to keep every one and everything together. Al’s unofficially made him the second in command. He does have a slight temper though, but he’s gotten pretty good at keeping his cool with his ‘brothers’. Tony tests him though and is probably the only one who has a master’s in getting under Pecks’ skin.

Tony “Two Toes” Tabotsky: Technically the third crow, but him and Peckers where pretty close when they hatched. However, he had a birth defect and not all of his toes grew in correctly. He doesn’t let that get him down though. Mr.Casanova here flirts himself into trouble almost daily. Whether it be due to flirting with the canary across the street, who just so happened to belong to a mean old baker with grudge against these guys, or due to him just walking into the wrong mafia meeting. This guy’s middle name is trouble. He’s got an ego, that’s for sure, but he tries his best to put his ‘brothers’ first, even if he doesn’t realize putting them first might not be the best idea sometimes. He also doesn’t shut up, but that’s Pecks problem to deal with.

Hops: Lucky number 4. Poor baby, his wings never fully grew in, but boy oh boy, that wasn’t gunna stop him. This little guy is fueled by spite, and knows how to get his way. His favorite pass time is to throw on a puppy dog face and see just how much he can get away with. He managed to con a lady out of $350 once just by giving her a fake sob story. Hops gets along best with Peps, and likes to hear all of his old war stories, no matter how made up they might be. He respects Al and Pecks, but only puts up with Tony cause he’ll get in trouble if he bites him again. He looks out for and protects Baxter as much as he can, even if Baxter can handle it on his own.

Baxter: The big baby of the group. I kinda made up his, I’ll be honest, but I made these guys when I was like 15, so, ya know. His body grew faster then his mind, mentally he’s still a toddler, but his body is stronger than any of his ‘brothers’. He is a little bit of a slow learner, but it’s not from a lack of trying. He does whatever he can to better the group, even if he doesn’t have the best foresight. He doesn’t talk much, if at all, and is extremely shy around other people, but is a bit better if Hops is there with him. You’ll get there buddy, I believe in you and so does your family.

Bonus, not the best quality, but this is a pic of the first time I’ve ever drew these guys back in either 2015 or 2016....I can’t remember and this was before I dated my old sketches...

All in all, these guys mean the world to me, and I wish I used them more, I do have various mini comic ideas for them, but it’ll be task if I do decide to attempt them...

#my art #my ocs #15 year old me really out here naming a character after a real life mafia boss huh? #there is more to these guys that I didnt' touch like the special brow markings they each have and such #it's just really refreshing to see these guys drawn out a bit better and it's been so long #that being said i did indeed mess up some crucial details on Pecks but only i will ever be able to tell #tbh these guys are some of my most fleshed out OCs Volcanic Lightning and the Feather Boys are close seconds though #these guys are really my babies though and I would die for them #oh and i have drawn their bird forms ages ago i just never posted them not much to see though just a bunch of birds

[purrincesskittens]

my theory for dragons in the Atla universe as dragon!zuko is a popular theme that I'm in love with. Can't remember who its by but there was a incomplete fic out there on ao3 with a dragon!Bato that I remember seeing when I explored the dragon!Zuko tag on ao3. I also mention a character from @muffinlance 's Slavage, Panuk, in this theory because I have seen them in a few dragon!Zuko stories before and I thought him being a dragon himself would be interesting especially with his background.

Dragons are rare outside the fire nation. In the fire nation they are more uncommon then anything as having dragon blood is usually found in nobles or old blood lines actual original pure dragons were hunted to what was thought as extinction and no more pure dragon bloods were born as some dragons could take on human shapes gifted by Agni which resulted in the first dragon bloods . Zuko is a dragon same with Azula and their mother was of dragon blood and showed characteristics of a dragon from being descended from Roku. Uncle Iroh also has dragon characteristics while Ozai has very faint dragon characteristics. Sozin and Roku were known as some of the last known pure blooded dragon bloods. Most of those who are dragons now are not pure bloods not even Sozins line despite attempts to keep the blood line as pure as possible hence why Azulon arranged the marriage between someone of Roku's line and Sozin's line to try and bring more dragon blood back into their line which was a success and generated two actual dragons. Zuko has less control over his instincts then Azula and takes longer to shift then Azula and shifted later then her. His fire was always considered weaker then hers in either form. Azula was just better at hiding her dragon instincts as she got older then Zuko and has taught herself how to behave in a certain expected manner when she is in her dragon form. Azula is more of a lightning dragon then a fire dragon like Zuko and is the best flyer and can withstand hotter temperatures but Zuko is is more flexible and the better climber and swimmer and can hold his breath longer overall he has the most stamina as a dragon built up over time thanks to training with Uncle. Dragon blood lines try to marry strictly within other dragon blood lines in attempts to keep their blood pure and breed stronger dragon blood in the next generation.

Outside the fire nation in the earth kingdom dragon bloods are rare and growing rarer as those found to have dragon blood are recruited/forced/coerced into the army and used on the front lines for their increased fire resistance compared to normal earth kingdom soldiers which usually results in their early deaths as they still are not fully fire proof no dragon blooded has been since before Sozin and Roku even and even then there were limits no dragon known could survive an volcanic eruption or if enough fire was held directly against them.

The air nomads had dragons among them but they were wiped out along side their brethren. Aang is not a dragon nor of dragon blood but he knew several air nomads who were of dragon blood such as his mentor Monk Gyatso who was of dragon blood and had faint dragon characteristics.

In the Water Tribes only the south has dragons. The northern tribe eliminates all dragons to purify their people of the believed filth that is dragon blood. The southern tribe had more dragons before the raids began but now after the raids there are two known dragons left. Part of it is baby dragons or dragon bloods don't survive the winters with no sun. They end up falling into a coma like sleep and never waking up before eventually passing before spring can come. Those with faint dragon blood try to ensure any pregnancies are timed so that the children are born during the early spring so they are older and stronger by the time winter comes having the midnight sun of summer to grow strong during. Bato is from a surpisingly rather strong line of dragon blood despite no attempts having been made to keep it that way and was the only dragon blooded child of his generation to survive despite being born during the winter. He is more of a water dragon though and can't fly his wings are more fin like but is a strong swimmer and can breath boiling hot water. He will swallow water and heat it within his body before spraying it now boiling hot back out at his enemies. He is weaker against fire due to this compared to say Zuko but can withstand more drastic water temperatures and the cold compared to Zuko who can't handle the cold as well since he is a fire dragon. Panuk is the second dragon belonging to the Southern Water Tribes. He is more like a wyvern though with his front limbs being his wings with claws on them and he has long back legs that can run much faster over larger distances compared to Zuko or Bato. He can't fly either really his wings aren't big enough. He has glided low over the ground after getting a strong running start before but can't fly like Zuko can. He also can't breath fire or water but he does have the loudest roar and strongest bite force. Zuko is a decent enough flyer and fighter in his dragon shape and can climb much better then most dragons as well as swim better considering he is a fire dragon Azula can swim just not nearly as well as Zuko.

When Zuko meets Bato and Panuk he tries to teach them both to fly. This goes as well as one would think it does. Bato would prefer to stick to the water he's to old to learn to fly thank you very much. Panuk can't get enough leverage to get high enough to do more then glide he really isn't built for flying or swimming. Each has their specialty. Bato as the oldest is of course the biggest dragon at over 40 feet in length around the size of a giant squid while Panuk is next around 20 to 25 feet followed by Zuko who is only around 6 to 8 feet long and seems to be constantly molting as he is in a growth spurt period. Dragons can continue grow almost all their lives the older they get the larger they are. Bato prefers soaking in water to remove his molts or has Hakoda help while Panuk just likes to roll around and rub against stuff to remove his unless he can get someone to help. Zuko usually needs human help to get his molts off as his shed skin still sticks to much to the new scales underneath but otherwise he likes nearly boiling hot water or rolling in hot coals it softens his new scales and helps separatethe skin from them. Dragons also shed scales on occasion if some are damaged they shed them as new ones grow in and some shed them like animals with fur coats do during the spring and fall to get summer and winter scales in.

Dragons do hoard things even just those with dragon blood do. It's not that unusual for dragons and dragon bloods to hoard the people they are closest with. Zuko likes to hoard people. What few people he likes he is over protective of. His crew on the Wani are part of his hoard and now the Akhult crew. Azula is a part of his hoard along with his mother. He still loves them both even if Azula and him have a complicated relationship and his mother hasn't been around for years. Object wise he likes swords and theater scrolls and occasionally tea sets usually those he gives to his uncle who hoards them. He also has a hoard of turtleducks back at the fire nation palace that he started by accident and grew over time and refused to let anyone remove them. They are still there and the flock has grown too big to remove. Almost all courtyards with ponds now have smaller groups of turtleducks that originated from the flock Zuko started as a child. Zuko only has a few hoard items he cherishes enough to keep with him when he has to travel most of which he can keep on his immediate person. Bato hoards bones. He carves them for ceremonial use and for weapons. His tent back in the tribe was filled with his carvings some he shared with Hakoda because Hakoda and his family are part of his hoard. Sokka and Katara loved climbing on him in his dragon form as young kids and Katara loved trying to copy his water breath attack with her bending. Panuk hoards jewelry and beads as well as metal objects. He has few hoard items most he wears on him or are his weapons. Zuko and Panuk are similar in that aspect with keeping their hoards on them and keeping them small but Zuko hoards more people then Panuk does.

Hakoda is used to his best friends dragon form and they have their own way of communicating while Bato is a dragon. This method does not work with Zuko who had his own method of communication with Uncle Iroh who understood him enough and enough dragon behavior to form a method of communication with him. Panuk has a more simpler method that matchs his human body language more. Dragons don't always understand each other in dragon forms if they haven't been raised together or have a set method for communication between them already. Zuko is very nippy as a dragon compared to Panuk who is more vocal while Bato is calmer and steadier when Bato was younger him and Hakoda got into so many wrestling matches even when he was in his dragon form but those became less and less the bigger he got especially after he accidentally hurt Hakoda during one. They still happen on occasion to this day between them but Bato has learned to be more careful especially if Sokka and Katara are around. It's just easier and safer to wrestle as humans then human and dragon.

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[crackinglamb]

You Have Chosen Nydha To Be Your Companion!

Hopping off @little-lightning-lavellan's idea to take a DA:I OC and turn them into a companion, may I present Banal'ras Nydha (from Hope Is a Fragile Thing) and her wiki page.

General

Banal'ras Nydha looks human, although there is something that doesn't seem quite right about her. She has dark hair and skin and startlingly green eyes, and speaks with a low, raspy voice. It is often difficult to find her in a room. Nydha first appears, and is available to recruit, in the Temple of Sacred Ashes before attempting to close the Breach. She offers knowledge and combat tactics against demons. If dismissed, or never spoken to, she will then be spotted in Haven behind Solas's cabin. She will not be available to recruit at that time, although once the Inquisition is relocated to Skyhold, she will make an offer to travel with the Inquisitor. If dismissed again, she will become a non-interactive NPC in the Rotunda, usually found near the mural or atop the scaffolding. If she is never recruited, she will disappear from Skyhold after the final battle with Corypheus.

Nydha is not romanceable by any Inquisitor, but can engage in a relationship with Solas if a female Dalish Inquisitor has not done so. She is friendly and bonds well with most of the other party members, especially Cole, Dorian and, of course, Solas. She prefers diplomacy and tends towards mediation rather than confrontation. If a Dalish Inquisitor has romanced Solas, and has high approval, Nydha will offer comfort and sympathy upon termination of the relationship. If low approval, Nydha has nothing to say.

She has strong opinions on the plight of elves, slaves and mages. She is supportive of any measures that would improve the lives of them. Her early banter with Dorian revolves around debating Tevinter's practices and trying to get him to see a better way. She will also speak with Iron Bull about the shortcomings of the Qun, although never with the same level of disdain as Solas. While she never openly mocks the Chantry or Andrastianism, she isn't a strong supporter or believer and has no opinion on who becomes Divine.

Location

In Haven, Nydha can be found behind Solas's cabin, usually in the darkest corner. Once the Inquisition relocates to Skyhold, she can be found in either the Arcane Library or the Rotunda.

Approval

Nydha's approval level is based upon empathy. An Inquisitor who is helpful, respectful and curious will gain approval. Nydha has no opinion on quests such as Wicked Eyes, Wicked Hearts or the outcome of Here Lies the Abyss, but approves diplomatic resolutions to judgments. She will greatly approve allying with the Free Mages, and only slightly approve conscripting the Templars. Conscription of the Free Mages or allying with the Templars will result in full disapproval. She will greatly approve Iron Bull becoming Tal-Vashoth and keeping Cole as a spirit. Actions that are ruthless or cruel will lose approval.

A high approval Inquisitor will learn that Nydha was born in another world and 'crossed over' through the Veil when the Breach opened. She will tell the Inquisitor that her name was given to her as a gift from someone she met in the Fade. She does not, however, say that it is Solas (see below for unique Trespasser dialogue). She will say that her name means 'Shadow of Night', according to her translation. A Dalish Inquisitor can have special dialogue to recognize the name as being Elvish and can question how a human came to have it. Nydha will answer that it is because the native language of the Fade is Elvish, a remnant from when elves held all of Thedas before human arrival.

A low approval Inquisitor will not learn this part of her history and she will remain an enigma. If approval falls to zero, she will refuse to speak to the Inquisitor, although she does not leave and is still available as a companion.

Quests

Survivor In the Shadows – the quest for meeting Nydha initially at the Temple of Sacred Ashes. It begins upon speaking with her, and ends with either recruitment or dismissal.

From the Ashes – only available after either In Hushed Whispers or Champions of the Just, but before completion of In Your Heart Shall Burn, Nydha will ask the Herald to accompany her back to the Temple of Sacred Ashes to search for her few belongings. The Herald will find a journal, a bundle of unusual clothes and a single unmarked vial. Nydha will approve completing this quest.

A Better Form – Nydha will ask for help in stabilizing her corporeal body if Dagna is brought into the Inquisition. Resolution of this quest will involve having Dagna create a unique amulet that will act as a permanent grounding source, rather like a lightning rod. Components for this amulet are: 1 blank rune stone, 1 wisp essence, and either 5 dawnstone or 5 volcanic aurum (both imbue constitution bonuses). It will act as an Amulet of Power, granting Nydha an extra skill point. This is the only time such an ability will be available to her. This will also allow her to wear other amulets throughout the remainder of the game. She, and Solas, will greatly approve completing this quest.

Twice-Born – available during the Jaws of Hakkon DLC. Nydha, if in the party, will ask to speak with the Augur of Stone-Bear Hold once relations with the hold have been established. If she is not among the Inquisitor's party, she will be found in the main scout camp near Professor Kenric. What the two speak about will be unknown, but at the end of the quest, Nydha will inform the Inquisitor that she has been given the legend-mark Twice-Born from the hold's 'gods'. Cole will greatly approve completing this quest, regardless of whether or not he is in the party.

Note: This quest is not dependent upon approval, but is the only time she will speak with a zeroed out Inquisitor, should that level of low approval be reached.

Ability Tree/Specialization

Nydha is technically a rogue, and can utilize either a bow or double daggers. She has an autolevel preference for the Subterfuge tree, and has an additional, unique starting skill in Fade Cloak. This does not require further leveling to be active. It is the only skill that cannot be deactivated from her skillset.

She can specialize in either Tempest or Rift Mage, due to her nature as a being from the Fade. She is not otherwise a mage. Her decision on specialization can be influenced, as she will ask the Inquisitor's opinion. If no opinion is given, she will default to taking Tempest.

Combat comments

“Come get some!”

“Catch me if you can!”

(If specialized in Tempest) “Burn, baby, burn.”

(If specialized in Rift Mage) “Ooh, the stuff of nightmares.”

Kills an enemy

“Another one bites the dust.”

“Cool story, bro.”

“Then perish.”

Low Health

“This was not on my agenda today.”

“A little help?”

Low Health (Companions)

For all general companions: “I have your back.”

If in a romance with Solas: “Take a breather, fenorain.”

Fallen Companions

For all general companions: “I'll make them pay!”

If in a romance with Solas: “NO!”

Location Comments

Ferelden:

Hinterlands: “Why is it so big? Why is everything so big?”

Fallow Mire: “I have mud in unmentionable places. Can we go now?”

Storm Coast: “I must go down to the sea again, to the lonely sea and sky.”

If companions question her: “It's just from a poem I once read.”

Orlais:

Exalted Plains: “So much death. Can't you feel it?”

Emerald Graves: “This forest is old. Very old.” [laughs] “I always wanted to say that in proper context.”

Emprise du Lion: “Stay away from the bloody lyrium. And wear a hat.”

At Suledin Keep after Imshael, if Solas is in the party: “Ir abelas, lethallin.” (If romanced) Ir abelas, fenorain.”

Solas's reply (only translated if the Inquisitor is Dalish): “Ma serannas. Ea lam'an.” (It is in the past)

At the Pools of the Sun, regarding the trio of dragons: “Can't we just leave them alone? They really won't hurt anyone if we keep our distance.”

Hissing Waste: “You know, if you ignore the endless vista of sand, it's really quite beautiful. In a bleak kind of way.”

Western Approach: “Hot. Hot and blighted. I need a drink.”

Forbidden Oasis, upon reaching the second camp: “That's it, I'm never leaving.”

Arbor Wilds: “Mind your footing. This place is full of secrets.”

In Val Royeaux: “Pretty place.”

Frostback Basin: “I could stay here forever. Even with the varmints.”

The Descent: “Nice and dark, just the way I like it.”

At the Wellspring: “Wow...that's amazing.”

Trespasser: “Now it all ends, my friend.”

If the Inquisitor questions the statement: “You'll see soon enough.”

Companion/Advisor comments

Varric – Gotta watch out for Spooky, there's something about her I can't put my finger on.

Cassandra – She is an able fighter, but I would not trust her out of my sight, which is far too often.

Solas – She is secretive by nature, but I would assure you that she means no harm.

Iron Bull – She's a tricky one. Good fighter, lotta secrets. Good at keeping them too. I don't think I've cracked a single one that she didn't tell me herself.

Dorian – She's fascinating. I am not at liberty to say why, of course, if you don't already know.

Cole – Bright as the sun and scattered as the stars. She wants to help, just like I do.

Vivienne – She seems capable enough, my dear. But I would not dare to trust her. She is an accomplished player of the Game, for all her smiles and good cheer.

Sera – She's as bad as Creepy, although she's better at jokes. She's better at hiding than I am!

Blackwall – She knows something. She knows too many somethings.

Josephine – She keeps to herself and has caused no diplomatic incidents. I wish I could say the same for some of the others gathered here.

Leliana – I find it curious that I cannot find any solid evidence of her existence before the Conclave, but that does not automatically mark her a spy. However, her nature makes me no more inclined to trust her. I would be wary of her.

Cullen – Who? Oh, the...shadowy...person. I hear she can handle herself. I can't say I've spoken with her, so I don't have an opinion.

Trespasser

There is a unique dialogue tree available to the Inquisitor while speaking with Solas if Nydha was recruited as a companion.

“Did you know about Nydha?”

“Yes, I am the one who gave her her name. I found her while I yet slept, and she became corporeal after the Breach.”

(First branch) “Is she one of your agents?”

“No. She has only ever been my friend.”

(Special, if not romanced) “Your friend? It seemed to be more than that.”

“In another world, perhaps.”

(Second branch) “Is she joining you?”

“No, I would not wish her on this path.”

(Third branch) “She knew this whole time. Why didn't she tell me?”

“She had her reasons for not telling you. (If high approval) I hope you will not hold them against her.”

Regardless of approval, Nydha disappears after the Exalted Council. She settles in the Frostback Basin among the Avvar. A high approval Inquisitor will receive correspondence from her from time to time, but she will refuse to come back to the 'civilized' nations of Thedas, preferring privacy and isolation.

Trivia

If in the party during Here Lies the Abyss, the Nightmare demon will speak to her in Elvish. Her reply is a scoff and nothing else.

Nydha can be a third option at the Vir'Abelasan if she is in the party. If she is chosen to drink from the Well, Abelas does not object, although he will still point out that she will be bound as they are. If Nydha drinks, she will summon Flemeth and work with the Inquisitor to tame the dragon for the final confrontation with Corypheus. If she is in the party during Trespasser, she will be able to provide the password to the spirit guards, preventing a fight.

If Morrigan is allowed to attack Abelas, she will attempt to defend him and will argue that the witch is not worthy of the knowledge she seeks if brutality is her only way to get it. If there is a peaceful alliance with the Sentinels and Morrigan is chosen to drink, Nydha will slightly disapprove but hold her tongue on the matter.

If the Inquisitor drank from the Well, and succeeds in finding enough clues to determine that Solas is Fen'Harel, Nydha will appear saddened when the Inquisitor rebuts to the Viddasala that they already know. She will state that this was what she'd been waiting for. The Inquisitor will have the option to accuse her of knowing the whole time. She will answer yes, but she won't explain.

If Nydha is never recruited, and remains an NPC in the Rotunda, one will hear her occasionally speak with Solas. These conversations range in topic from books they are reading to the mural. Never about Inquisition business. There is a slight chance to hear them speaking in Elvish, and their words are not translated, regardless of Inquisitor's race. Solas's replies appear to be noncommittal.

Nydha will remark upon the Inquisitor's romantic choices, usually with something supportive and a hope that they are happy together. She will also comment something generally pleasant about each companion if asked. The exception to this is if Iron Bull remains Ben-Hassrath. Nydha will caution the Inquisitor to be careful of telling him too much since his loyalty is now unknown.

It can be implied from various interactions and from high approval conversation that Nydha was in fact aware of everything that would happen during the course of the game. She never gives a reason for keeping her silence on matters pertaining to what foreknowledge she had, although any input given during the game events is sound and often given in such a way so as not to risk suspicion.

It can also be implied that regardless of what Solas says during Trespasser, Nydha has actually left the Inquisition to join his ranks, or at least does not stand opposed to him. This is not confirmed, however, and according to her epilogue card, she is enjoying a quiet life in the Frostback Basin with no intention of ever interfering with Thedosian politics or events again.

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[theinkmage]

Hope

Tw : self-harm mentions, attempted suicide, bleeding

I lie. Still. Not telling the truth.

The blood pours, but I deny pain. It trickles down, below my navel, runs the width and length of my right arm. The crimson red pools on the ground, the white hot tarmac, like spilled ketchup.

The plan failed.

Part of me is swamped with guilt, the feeling long gone from the sketches of my very existence. I haven't felt it for eons, the stab of a knife in my gut, twisting until it hits its mark. Bullseye.

The other part swims and drowns in regret. Regret and guilt are closely intertwined, but different. You can regret, but not feel guilt. You can also be guilty, but spared from regret.

I didn't mean to take lives. I didn't want to. But as one of the Darker Beings, they expected you to. Why resist something expected of you? Something so many of your kind are already doing with no qualms?

My guilt stems from my betrayal of my friends. But life isn't fair, we don't get to choose what or who we want to be. We can only accept what we are given and move on.

The expression on his countenance is still etched firmly in the dredges of my mind. Her shock too. So many of them. Not the friends. So the right word should be 'much'. Much shock, much hostility, much aggression. Of course, I didn't expect them to understand. They were born Lighter Beings. It was always Good versus Evil, and the latter would always be defeated no matter what. Who ever watched a movie where Evil triumphed? That would take the fun out of it and probably insert terror and unsatisfaction in its place.

This world has been stigmatised too much to be changed. And too few of us want it. Who would want change, in a world where ninety-nine percent of the odds are against you and you've already gotten used to it? Not to mention hope for it. That would be foolish.

Extremely foolish.

The Chief had wanted blood on our hands tonight, as a test. I know, I do admit, blowing up a building full of innocent children was too cruel. I wasn't given a choice. We all weren't. Maybe the Chief had a choice, maybe he didn't. Maybe he thought he was supposed to always do this. I can hear the clamouring at the back of my mind, screaming and yelling, "Ridiculous!"

Who are you to speak, if you are not one of us?

Whether blood did get on our hands tonight was a totally separate matter. What actually mattered was the defeat, which could be counted as a relief. The ones who had come with me had done their job well. Thrown the bombs well. Aimed, deft, precise accuracy. Almost deadly. Sharp like a sword. A flash of lightning and a peal of thunder.

Their encouragements still rang in my ears. I threw. I had thrown. Launched the black object like a curled up bat into the air, through the glass windows into the facility. It took only thirty seconds to detonate once released.

I heard the babies crying and shots from below. Honestly, I couldn't find it in my heart to blame them. I only watched, unwilling to betray my own kind, as those posted on the mission together with me attacked. I stayed up in the air, hovering, like a dark guardian angel.

He was below, battling fiercely while the others rushed in to get the babies. A slight twinge had tugged at my heartstrings, something so foreign to me I had almost forgotten it. It was a memory, something stronger, a fragment of the past always slipping past my fingertips like sand in an hourglass. Back when we were kids, back before the segregation, back before everything else that divided and conquered.

He had been my first true love, and still is. I had willed my resolve not to crumble there and then. The aches remained and flared, the smoke from their flames rising and intertwining into a monster in front of me. Porous, unreal. A living epitome of me.

My soul had risen into the air, cut itself out of my real physique, and watched silently as I dove down, slicing a spiral out of thin vapour. It took only seconds before my body collided with his, knocking his hands off my allies. The word tasted bitter in my mouth now, apart from the metallic sting of blood and the salty wash of tears and rainwater. I had watched the astonished, stung look on his dirt-streaked face, then fought against the longing in my heart. This was a good chance to win, to cut it all off once and for all. Human emotion was a tricky thing, not to be toyed with.

I haven't toyed with it for a while.

Even so, the years spent in numbness and coldness were for naught. I had felt the sprigs of flowers blooming inside my bosoms, threatening to unfurl their petals and burst in a radiant splash of colours. But before they could, I bit down hard on my tongue, tightened the iron fist, and rammed into him with all my might and force of my wings, sending him crashing into the glass behind.

The hurt and agony was something I would never forget, even as I lie, almost dying, on the pavement.

They had gotten the children out, fortunately. My allies had gotten away before the bombs had exploded in a fury of volcanic ash and red-hot lava. My wings had gotten burned, their black edges charred even further until the feathers singed and littered the ground. They had once been white, soft vanilla cream, until the segregation. And now they remained inky, jet-black.

The grit tasted hard between my molars and I spat it out, along with a mouthful of fresh red blood. Now I could feel it, the raw pain and anguish. A remembrance of human emotion. I clung to it in my last breaths, reluctant to let go of something I once had that made me human, something that defined me as virtuous and morally upright. Had defined me.  

Now, no more.

I might have killed him. Murder. Assassination.

A lump formed in my throat and bobbed quietly. Why wasn't I dead yet? When would the descent to Hell begin? Angels, or Demons, come and take me away. I want to leave without any struggle. I have played my part in this horrific world, branded myself as Evil, now ruined by my own doing.

This was what I deserved.

The world around me blurred, coalesced into water and sharpness. The mist came, and left, and everything was crystal-clear again. Too clear. Each breath was harder now, the intake much more difficult. It was coming, I could feel it. Death arriving on my doorstep, ready to take me away to where I belonged. I would make its job quicker and more efficient.

The knife blade felt cool in my hands. I remember feeling it thousands of times before, the edge cutting into my soft skin, the blade ripping through, drawing just a tinge of blood, not enough to kill me. And then whenever I began to feel human emotions again, I would rip it through again, patch it up, and continue. Until I became a living breathing block of ice, unfeeling. With no feeling came no pain. That was what I had come to realise over time.

But this time, I wouldn't just be drawing a tinge of blood. My eyes took in the world above me – the shattered glass, the wails of babies, the shouts and yells ricocheting all above. Large wings flapping, white against the night sky. I hoped he was fine, I hoped they were all fine. But what could hope do if he wasn't, if they weren't?

My cold fingers shifted up to the handle. It would just take one plunge into the already bloody area. No pain, and I would just go like that. How ironic, that I had always longed for human emotion, but when I am given the chance to take it back, I don't want to. I want the feelings to spare me before I die.

I shut my eyes, expecting to feel fear encasing me in its shell. Instead, I don't. I feel an otherworldly peace shrouding me in its silent holy veil, draping me in its cloak, caressing the tears and blood from my face. Even Peace took pity on me, this ruined, broken thing longing to leave the surfaces of Earth. I positioned the knife, its shiny blade facing downwards, raised it high above my abdomen.

Then with a determinedness, I brought it rushing down. The air swept above bare skin, bringing with it a tint of frost and chilliness. Flashes, memories, pictures raced before the blackness in front of my closed eyes. Brightness soared in my mind, spreading wings and taking flight as I braced myself for the ensuing farewell.

It never came.

I blinked. The eyelids lifted. A blurred image knelt in front of me. Was this Hell yet? The Demon, Satan, coming to kill me himself? The rain fell harder, disorienting. The edges of wings lay below me, fluttering helplessly as I struggled to discern between living and dying.

That was when I could feel them. Warm fingers, holding mine around the handle. The blade was poking my skin, drawing just a tinge of blood. Even without seeing, I knew who it was and I struggled to remove my fingers from his grasp, desperately wanting to sink the blade into me even more. Anything to get away from cold, hard reality. No one would miss me.

The fingers refused to let go, retained their hold around mine and tightened. The drops of water above hardened their fall. I shut my eyes again, and felt the hands shuddering. Both of ours. Not because of the cold. We were both crying, me and him, while around us, the world lay torn, shredded into pieces.

A white flash of something, like a piece of cloud ripped from a clear blue summer sky of the past. Through the drenching cold rain, I thought it was his wings, burning with a light and righteous glory of their own. But no, they were a normal shaking white, encased with streaks of blood amongst the dripping feathers. Warm energy flowed from his hands to mine, and I turned slightly to look at my outspread wings. I forced my unseeing eyes to take in their shining surfaces, white slowly pooling in from the edges.

The tears came, now free-flowing like the rain, down my wet bloodied cheeks. He was hoping in me. It had been hope all along, that fuelled him to stop him from killing myself; hope that allowed me to hesitate in the last few seconds of throwing the bomb, praying for a chance to redeem myself; hope that gave me those last few moments of hesitation before plunging the knife in, wanting someone to come and untangle me from this ruined world as an alternative ending.

It was hope that almost killed us, but also brought us back to life, even stronger than before. It was hope that nurtured love, and love that nurtured hope. The two caught in an endless cycle.

"Hope, now!"

The thunder was loud, deafening, a splitting crackle of electricity above and the rain its tears, pitter-pattering down. Yet I could hear him over the crash, his voice ragged and hoarse and desperate. And hope I did. Our fingers intertwined tighter, palms pressed together, the handle of the knife between us.

An amalgamation of emotions came crashing onto my shores, flooding the gates of my memory.

First was Happiness, like a bite into the sweetest chocolate cake, fresh out of the oven, baked by my mother.

Second came Pride, like clinching a trophy in a competition.

Third was Anger, its red-hot flames washing over me, devouring all my senses in its explosions.

Then came Disappointment, with the disappeared notion of believing something good was about to happen only to have it snatched away from you, right under your nose.

Guilt, with its sting in the gut, sharp and raw, tearing into your conscience like a monster burrowing underground.

Sadness, with its poignancy and something broken deep inside, breaking the dam of tears.

Then Disgust, mud on clean carpets and all over pretty white shirts and dresses.

Regret, replaying the same scene ten different times in your head, each playing out differently, but having apologies as one thing in common.

Hope, its wings spreading to embrace you, cushioning your fall, believing that you can fly.

The hands clenched tighter and sparks flew. The glow around me lightened considerably, a halo around two figures crouching under a lightning-split sky.

Last came Love, a burst of cherry blossoms and rose petals fluttering all around you, the sweet fragrance of honey and clean washed clothes.

His lips came down on mine, gently, almost as if unable to believe that it was happening. Hope could make anything happen. The brushing of a feather, light as breath, the rainwater and blood and tears mingling into one dark bitter taste, overcome by the sweet pleasantness of touch and intimacy. Using up the last of my energy, I returned the kiss, lips pressed against each other, hard and firm and safe, yet soft and dream-like and humane at the same time.

To love and to be loved were things I had yearned for for as long as I could remember.

Now, I could feel my body burning, my wings heating up and flaring out with a brilliance never felt before. The white swirling faster and faster behind my eyes was now dotted with numerous black spots, tightening into a circle of white and black.

I hoped for Change, and the change it would in turn bring into the world, like a rippling effect of pebbles on still water.

The circle spun faster, dancing on the edge of my vision, white-washed waves painted with black. Would Good and Evil truly coexist together?

A flash, darkness, then light. Freshness of petrichor in the air, and then once more, the airy feel of new spring raindrops against skin. I opened my eyes, noticing the wings first. Black and white. Both his and mine. Together, two colours on the same pair of wings, a mixture of colours filled in in startlingly intricate tones and patterns.

Hope had brought us together. But more than that, it meant that this destroyed world had a chance of being healed after all.

#hero x villain #betrayal #hurt #comfort #romance #light vs dark #hope you like this!

[a-midwinter-night-dream-86]

Loki Episode 2: "The Variant"

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Spoilers under the cut

Every time I hear Miss Minutes, I hear Twilight Sparkle impersonating Apple Jack, and that's the most terrifying thing about this show.

Where are we? Ren faire? REN FAIRE!!!

I understand you, pretty lady. They don't, but I do.

Wait, if Casey didn't know what a fish was, what are the chances of the Minutemen knowing what a Ren faire is?

"Holding out for a hero" — hey, I got that reference—

YES PLAY THAT BOP

I love that song I love that sequence. Play it at my funeral.

NO HE'S TALKING TO THE TWILIGHT JACK CLOCK

SWAT THAT FLY BABY

Lesser kind. Oh dear, you have no idea.

Catch me throwing hands with B-15.

Ooo Lokis

Listen to him lecture them about Magic is Science!

Ooo Mobius knows what's up

Loki is the companion, Moby is the Doctor, and we're doomed

He really is Professor Loki

Oh my gosh Loki, stop

No seriously, you're transparent

See Mobius called you out on it. Chill Loki

What happens if we do go past critical in a Nexus Event? 🤔

Mobius and Renslayer sound like the parents who are trying to pin their child's bad traits on the other but it's both their fault

Zoo Loki vs Wild Loki

OH YEAH NOT UNLESS THE TIME KEEPERS DECREE IT CAN LOKI CHANGE

Bull. CRAP

If they want that variant caught, they should freefall out of their high tower and go catch him themselves!

"Eyes on the road" says Lightning McQueen

"I was almost gone" says me every time my mom calls me back

😨😨

😱😱

Have you, dear? Your hand is showing.

ICE RUNT

I knew it was gonna be paperwork.

This isn't a library, rando background character. Let him dramatically not read

Loki, go sit back down and stop trying to get classified information. You're not Tony. You can't hack the system.

Oooo what is it

NO

HE'S CRYING

NO

Don't make me go through this AGAIN

He IS a good actor. Loki. We already knew Tom was.

CASEY

"You."

I feel sorry for that salad monstrosity

We're not going back to Ragnarok.

Ever

Trailer dialogue!

We don't trust Loki but we can 1.) trust his rage, and 2.) trust his love of being right

Oh gosh, this really is like Doctor Who. We're going to Volcano Day. Hope the TVA don't notice the Doctor and Donna saving that one family

Actually. They wouldn't notice. Because we're in an apocalyptic event.

Cool.

Loki is so excited about volcanic destruction and that recalls him RELIGHTING SURTR TO BURN DOWN ASGARD

You beautiful pyromaniac, you

I love the goats I want them as pets

Oh my Lord in Heaven

LOKI MOVE

Awe, sleepy Loki sleeps

Jet skis. Gotta love 'em.

I don't know, Loki. I read about you. What's that say about me?

"Three magic lizards" — aka Argonians high on WAY TOO MUCH HIST SAP

Existence is chaos. Chaos magic. Spontaneous creation. It's real because I believe it's real.

↑ Wanda?!

Time Lords are writers with their own edit as you go underlings

We know he's clever but WHY is he clever?

We need to pump Loki up with high fructose corn syrup

THE SWALLOW GOES EXTINCT IN 2050?!

Our Monty Python references will mean NOTHING without the swallow!

Saying that, was it the European Swallow, African Swallow, or all swallows?

I love uncovering holes in people's security!

We're going grocery shopping in Sweet Home Alabama. Lit

Please make a distinction of which Loki gets pruned next time. Thanks

Look at these adorable people walking through a hurricane. Only Florida Men do that

MAGIC

I sure hope we can trust you, Loki. This time. At least.

Oh I always love being watched by ominous silhouettes with bombs!

Loki is me. B-15 is my brother.

"Hurricane Sale." Accurate

Body swap and possession. Sus.

This hurricane is so much worse than Pompeii

"Sheeve your smarm"

"Randy"

Well snap. Recharge. Recycle.

This doesn't look good for Loki

I miss Randy, too

Loki, God of Mischief, gets beat up by an Alabama redneck.

ROBO DOG THING TOY

Oh shiiii

SOSIDNDOFIFJ WE'RE DEAD WE'RE DEAD WE'RE ALIVE BUT WE'RE DEAD

I really dig this music

LOKI NOOO

And credits

Well isn't this lovely?

#loki #loki laufeyson #loki odinson #mobius m mobius #hunter b15 #ravonna renslayer #tva #time variance authority #loki series #loki spoilers #spoilers #marvel #mcu #midwinter dreams

[drabbles-of-writing]

Kid, I have no idea what the fuck a Ninjago is. All I got from that post is that Lego apparently made a series of sets that has a more in-depth and convoluted plot line than Bionicle did, so go off I guess.

If you can keep track of all that, go for it. Use this post as an excuse to ramble more about it.

And thus a line was drawn among the followers. those who are pumped for childhood legos and those who are confused as to what the hell im talking about

and yeah lmao Ninjago has been THE most popular series they’ve pumped out of original works (others being like Chima and Nexo Knights) after Bionicle and its. a whole ass mess ksjethkjrthrkjth I can barely keep track of it and I’m just Staring at the new seasons they are still pumping out. sir please let them rest

okay SO here are a few ideas sort of formed but not really

Em & Ed are like. villains? in a sense?? I don’t know if Amity went to like a Darkley’s or somethin but basically she left to join the gang n didn’t say Jack Shit to her family bc Fuck Them so the twins are set out on a mission to go find n retrieve her bc they think shes been kidnapped by someone. they end up being minor trickster villains to the Owl Bounty Ship people and it takes. a WHILE before they realize who each other are and then it turns to the twins sometimes showing up to try and b little shits to convince Amity to come back and Amity plugging her ears and yelling at them to Go Away

junkyard aesthetic has Ideas so when Luz got Yote into the main realm from Never-Realm she vibed in the junkyard w a few other people for a little bit before Eda scooped up this trash baby and adopted her. Luz often has oil or something smeared on her cheek bc she likes creating New Things (like in canon eheheh) and she & Gus vibe over being mildly able to fix the ship at times

the only one who knows how Society works is Willow. thats it. Amity lived w her rich family her whole life, Luz is from a different dimension, Gus was a lonely nindroid for a few years, and Eda’s a criminal elemental master. Willow has to keep all of them on leashes when they go out in public

I was talkin’ abt scars relating to their elements w mutuals,,,,,thought they were cool. original idea was that they got a scar when they first found their Potential n got their element but I will likely change that. 

also consider them creating dragons made of their element that flies around them when they want to Kick Ass. immaculate. and you know volcanic lightning? if you don’t, look it up. its really cool n scary and I WILL be using it for Luz & Amity at some point

[gumnut-logic]

Flannel (Bit 26 and THE END)

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Okay, this is an ending! Woohoo! Soooo many thanks to all you wonderful Thunderfam peeps who have written almost as much encouragement as I have fic ::hugs you all like crazy:: thank you for reading, commenting and putting up with my crazy during this fic (like this extremely strange posting schedule). Would you believe all these little bits add up to 22,000 words?! I never expected it to be this long (I’m blaming Alan - he was the one who wanted to go visit the mountain - it was supposed to finish just before that!) It went places I never expected. I had no idea when I started where the incident had actually occurred. I also now know a lot more about Washington State than I did before.

Extra thanks to @scribbles97 for reading this bit through and telling me it was okay when I thought it was too soppy. Yes, Nutty got soppy. Must be all the tears this fic has induced - even I got teary when Scotty cracked ::wails::

Anyways, I’ll stop babbling. Thank you being wonderful and I hope you enjoy this last bit.

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It was John who was the practical one. Aware of his brothers’ state of mind, the suspected injuries hidden by Scott and Virgil, and the sun slowly being overtaken by cloud, urged him to gently suggest that perhaps it was time to go.

He had recorded the monument in fine detail. Enough to project a hologram from his phone. He had thoughts on that. Something that might help. But for the moment, his priority was getting his brothers safely home.

A quiet word with Eos and it wasn’t long before a roar echoed across the mountains and Thunderbird Two made her presence known. The great green cargo ship reassuringly familiar in the sea of emotion this place had invoked.

She came in to hover close, her forward hatch lowered. Of course, Virgil was the first to move towards her, an arched eyebrow in John’s direction. The half-smile John sent him in return was enough. Limping or not, his brother climbed the railing around the lookout and stepped onto his ‘bird. Gordon grabbed Alan, saying something that could not be heard over Two’s VTOL, and together they made their way on to the hatchway.

John stepped up beside Scott, who since releasing Alan, hadn’t looked up and stood staring at the monument.

“Time to go, big brother.”

Blue eyes looked over at him before darting in the direction of the hovering Two and then back to the grey flame.

“I miss her.” Barely heard.

“I know.” John reached out and put his hand on Scott’s shoulder. “C’mon, let’s go home.”

A blue inquiry was shot at him before the muscles under his hand relaxed just a little and Scott let his head drop in a single nod. Almost reluctantly, Scott made his way to Two where Alan offered him a hand to climb on board.

John took a last look at the plaque, his mother’s name and the flame forever frozen, reaching for the sky.

Two’s VTOL flickered in echo.

Green was his mother’s favourite colour.

He looked up and knew Virgil would be in his pilot seat by now, demanding control be returned to him. It wasn’t a guess, more a law of physics.

He let his fingers brush over stone.

A quiet, indrawn breath quickly let out again.

“Bye, Mom.”

The breeze overcame the heat of Two’s VTOL and curled its cold fingers in his hair.

He strode over to the hatchway and climbed on board. As the hatch drew him up into the warmth of Two’s belly, he caught sight of Mount Rainier, still massive, still silent, still there, until it was gone and all he could see was Two’s cockpit and all he could hear was her engines and his brothers.

Two minutes later they were out over the Pacific and heading home.

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Virgil Tracy wore flannel. No matter the climate. No matter the temperature. He wore flannel. At least when he wasn’t wearing his uniform.

Well, almost any temperature. Apparently, John had spoken to Eos at length after their trip to Washington State. His purpose had been to explain the process of human grief. Her response was to heat the villa to thirty-five degrees centigrade to see if she could get Virgil to shed his flannel shirt.

What she hadn’t expected, nor Kayo and Grandma returning from the mainland unexpectedly, was how many other items of clothing might be shed.

Five Tracy boys in only their underwear as they desperately tried to cool down a hot house on an already hot and humid day, was not a spectacle either of them had expected to see.

John and Eos had a rather longer discussion after that little incident. Eos also made a point of hiding from Scott for the next month or so.

So yes, Virgil wore flannel unless his AI niece’s good intentions tried to cook him.

But what did change after Washington was the words.

Alan made a point of it. Not a big one, but a subtle one. No longer was the topic of their mother banned from conversation and Alan finally had a chance to get to know the woman behind the photos and the videos through his brothers’ memories.

First up he discovered that there was a reason why Virgil wore red plaid. Apparently, he’d had a blanket as a child, now long lost, but he associated it with their Mom and it gave him comfort.

That story appeared one day when Alan came across Virgil sitting out on the balcony. He had the shirt off, but it was laid across his lap. His grey t-shirt pale in the sunlight.

Alan sat down beside him and a rare moment of storytelling just happened. Alan did prod a little with questions, but Virgil appeared quite happy to tell him of the time six-year-old John went swimming in a lake and lost his shorts. Gordon had been just a baby, and Dad wasn’t there at the time, so it had been up to Scott and Virgil to fish their little brother out of the water and protect his modesty.

The fact Gordon’s third word after momomom and dadadadada was jajajajajah made the story all the more amusing.

Scott, too, offered some stories. He mentioned the awards their mother had won. Alan had known his mother was smart, after all her five sons had a decent set of brain cells themselves. But it was more than the awards. It was the stories about the ceremonies and how Virgil had cheered wildly into a dead silent auditorium. How every eye had turned to them, including those of their mother standing on the podium. Her smile had been brilliant.

Unfortunately, that had only encouraged Virgil, and their father had to quiet him down. But Scott remembered her proud smile.

Virgil had been right. There were many stories and his brothers offered them to him when they could and slowly the woman who was his mother grew in his mind into a person rather than just a figure head.

There were still bad days. Days where Virgil would be found shivering on the lounge or silent on the balcony. But the difference was that now the blanket appeared and was wrapped around him with words, reassurance and understanding. All the brothers would gather and they would talk.

About Mom.

About Dad.

About each other.

Eventually Virgil would end up snoring on the couch, usually half on top of one brother or another. And they would all crash there, all silent support...well, all except for Alan, apparently. They all claimed he talked in his sleep. He still wasn’t convinced Gordon hadn’t fabricated the recording he claimed to belong to Alan and his slumber years.

So, it got better. Not perfect, because life never is, but easier.

Some days the flannel comes off, some days it doesn’t. But ultimately, it didn’t matter.

And if Scott froze solid the first time John led them all out onto the cliff that overlooked the caldera to show them the permanent hologram he had installed there, it was to be expected.

If Virgil’s hands flew to his mouth to muffle his reaction, John chose to ignore it.

But the grey flame that now flickered above the volcanic rock said everything.

Their brother had installed a plaque, just like the one on the mountain in Washington, but the words were different.

Jefferson and Lucille Tracy

The source of the flame

Forever burning in our hearts

You were the lightning

To our thunder.

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FIN.

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds #thunderbirds fanfiction #Virgil Tracy #John Tracy #Scott Tracy #Alan Tracy #Gordon Tracy

[zerm1v0hg]

King Ghidorah’s REAL plan (KOTM Headcanon)

So, a new KOTM/Monsterverse headcanon theory from me this time, and again about my favourite three-headed CGI psycho dragon. :) This time, it’s a new headcanon I came up with after I read the ‘Godzilla: King of the Monsters’ novelisation a while back.

When I was reading the novelisation’s expansion on Ghidorah and its whole strip-the-planet-bare-with-storms evil plan, a few things that really got me and I was curious about: why does Ghidorah just try to dominate the other Titans instead of killing them outright if Ghidorah is powerful enough to kill the whole world all on its own and if it’s really so sadistically evil? Is Ghidorah just using the Titans to speed up the process, does Ghidorah have a sense of humour in manipulating the Titans into destroying their own planet for Ghidorah, or is it something else? After all, another thing I’m thinking is, Ghidorah lives for killing, and the quicker the destruction of Earth’s inhabitants is the faster Ghidorah runs out of entertainment on this planet, so why use the other Titans to cut Ghidorah’s fun short?

There was a couple passages in the novelisation that really caught my attention.

First there’s Mark thinking about Ghidorah’s apocalypse: “It really did seem like Ghidorah was trying to tear the Earth’s ecosystem back down to the bones and start over.”

And then (and this did a lot for me to found this idea) there’s Mark wondering this about the Titans’ origins when he sees Rodan: “Maybe the Monarch scientists had it wrong. They kept telling him the Titans were part of the natural order, but he didn’t see it. How could that be natural? Maybe the Titans didn’t arise when the rest of life on Earth did. What if they weren’t part of life as we know it at all? What if they came from before, when there was no water or free oxygen, when everything was a volcanic hellscape, the atmosphere a perpetual lightning storm, when radiation sleeted from the sky and pulsed from the ground at levels that would strike a human dead in the time it took to draw a breath of the poisonous atmosphere. The Earth was like that for billions of years, before it started to rain, the sky to cool, seas to form. Before bacteria. Before the first photosynthetic organism started pumping oxygen into the air. Plenty of time for another kind of life to evolve based on some other chemistry that didn’t need water or oxygen. It was easy to believe, watching the terrible flaming bird gain on them, that life as they knew it was just a pale attempt to imitate what came before, those earlier creatures that mostly perished when the rains arrived.”

Based on these, I’m wondering, what if Mark is seriously onto something with his thoughts about the Titans’ origins? (I know ‘Godzilla vs. Kong’ makes it look like the Titans really do come from the Hollow Earth, but it’s not the first time in the Monsterverse they’ve gotten a backstory-retcon revision, and I can’t be the only one who thinks the Hollow Earth still seems a bit too small an environment to host entire species of Godzilla-size and Behemoth-size Titans.)

What if the reason Ghidorah dominates the Titans and makes them help it is because Ghidorah doesn’t just expect them to die off once Ghidorah’s done reshaping the planet? What if Ghidorah still has plans for the Titans after destroying the Earth? My theory is that Ghidorah’s plan for the Earth goes like this: it’ll reshape the planet in a way that’ll strip the entire biosphere back to the bones like Mark said, making Earth more like it was during the Precambrian again, when the atmosphere was toxic and volcanoes were constantly belching gases and radiation. And the new conditions on Ghidorah’s new planetary kingdom will encourage more Titans and Titan-like lifeforms to evolve from the lightning and radiation and chaos just as the Titans did before. But with Ghidorah ruling the radioactive planet unopposed, any newly-evolved baby Titans that are born in Ghidorah’s kingdom, if Ghidorah thinks they could grow into rival Alphas, will be killed by Ghidorah in their crib (we can all safely assume Ghidorah wouldn’t think twice about killing Titan-babies); and the rest of the Titans and newborn Titan-creatures will be Ghidorah’s lifelong slaves, so that Ghidorah has subjects in its planetary kingdom for it to rule over (or torment for kicks when it gets bored) forever. A true, evil King of the Monsters lording over an eternal, hellish world of monsters.

#Godzilla #Godzilla King of the Monsters #godzilla kotm #godzilla king of the monsters novelization #King Ghidorah #theonewhoismany #legendary ghidorah #ghidorah kotm

[thegamercollective]

7 Best Star Wars Video Game Ideas

Star Wars! You know it, I know it. It’s pretty great, right? Whether it’s the attacking clones or the returning Jedi there’s something for everyone in the vast Star Wars universe. But when it comes to video games the property seems largely underserved; as we pass the halfway point of EA’s ten year deal with Disney the opportunity for big, exciting AAA Star Wars experiences feels squandered, with only a few mobile titles and two tepidly received Battlefront’s to show for it.

True, before the deal there were a number of excellent games from various developers like Knights Of The Old Republic and The Force Unleashed. But it would be great to see new titles with the same level of creativity with the technology and principles of the industry today. Twitch streaming equipment for beginners.

So without further ado, I present to you7 Best Star Wars Video Game Ideas!

7. Star Wars: Bounty Hunter Extraordinaire BEST STAR WARS GAME IDEAS

This is a bit of a safe one, but for good reason. Borrow the open-space jet-setting elements of No Man’s Sky, Star Citizen and Beyond Good and Evil 2 with an emphasis on tracking down and eliminating bounties like in The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt or Assassin’s Creed and you’re in for one hell of a time! The original concept for Prey 2 was similar to this, with the player running around a Blade Runner-esque future city hunting down criminal aliens.

Of course, the concept of a specifically Star Wars Bounty Hunter game has been in development for a long, LONG time, what with the cancelled Star Wars 1313 back in the LucasArts days and what is currently in development at Visceral Games. Even if it isn’t the most original idea it’s still an exciting one with a bantha tank-load of potential. Pink gaming chair under 100.

6. Rome Total Star War BEST STAR WARS GAME IDEAS

The age of Real-Time Strategy games may have past its prime, but a handful of titles carry the torch for this corner of the galaxy. The Starcraft and Halo Wars franchises have elevated the genre from the days of Age Of Empires and – what do you know – past Star Wars RTS titles. Now would be the perfect time to return to that galaxy far, far away with a platoon of clones and a squadron of starfighters at your command.

This game could easily take cues from The Lord Of The Rings: Battle For Middle Earth RTS series, with the huge roster of hero characters swimming around the Star Wars canon. If this game lets me deploy Max Rebo to stun my enemies with the dolcet sounds of his red ball jett organ, it’s got my preorder. Corner gaming desk with lights.

5. Something something womp rats BEST STAR WARS GAME IDEAS

Imagine, if you will, a free roam survival game set on an iconic Star Wars planet, in which you must battle the elements and fierce creatures to provide for your community. That’s right, I’m talking about Meerkat Manor: Tatooine Edition.

Few games throw you in the body of a wild creature to do what wild creatures do. Star Wars is full of weird animals, so what better universe to pick from? I can already picture myself sneaking around profogg burrows as a lone womp rat hunting for unsuspecting prey, or migrating through a sandstorm with a family of babies clinging to my belly.

Not that it couldn’t be any other species; imagine hunting with a pack of ewoks or flying with a flock of porgs. You can’t tell me this isn’t something you’d play.

4. Knights Of The Old Republic, Again BEST STAR WARS GAME IDEAS

Okay, maybe not specifically The Old Republic era but I’d love to see another Force-focused RPG in the Star Wars galaxy. The KOTOR games are some of the best RPGs around offering you the chance to explore your inner Force user, be you a benevolent Jedi Master or a ruthless Sith Lord. This classic formula with updated visuals and mechanics would be a sight to behold, and, if done by OG KOTOR developers and RPG specialists Bioware, it could be a major upswing for the downtrodden studio.

Jedi abilities could also be expanded in a more modern way; instead of jogging down hallways traversal could easily take cues from the likes of Prototype or Infamous. Combat could also take some inspiration from the Batman: Arkham series and The Witcher 3: Wild Hunt, with combo-based saberplay mixed in with Force abilities and weapon items.

3. Galactic Podracing Championship BEST STAR WARS GAME IDEAS

Now THIS is podracing!

It might sound like a dumb idea, but imagine a deadly, high speed action racing game set on race tracks from all across the galaxy!

White knuckle chicanes through the ice caves of Hoth, glorious drifts along the beaches of Scarif, high octane dragging through the volcanic death traps of Mustafar or death-defying traffic dodging through the busy underworld of Coruscant. Throw in dynamic vehicle combat, environmental hazards and opportunities, forked paths and split-screen multiplayer and Disney would have themselves a grand prix winner.

Think of the possibilities! Be it Mario Kart arcade racing or Forza Horizon realism, this concept is nothing but supercharged, Force-injected, illegally energized podracer fuel ready to be shot straight through your visual sensors and into your brain!

Actually this game was made back in the Nintendo 64 days, but that doesn’t mean it can’t be reconceptualized for the modern gaming scene!

2. Mandalorian Warfighter BEST STAR WARS GAME IDEAS

For those of you who don’t regularly scour Wookieepedia, The Mandalorian Wars took place around 4000 years before A New Hope between the Galactic Republic and the warriors of Mandalor. The conflict had a significant impact upon the galaxy and has been directly referenced in both Star Wars Legends and official canon, so for it to feature in a new piece of Star Wars media isn’t completely out of the question.

Okay, history lesson over.

I would love to see this period tackled in the style of Ryse: Son of Rome, Brothers In Arms or Star Wars: Republic Commando, with a small squad of soldiers (either Mandalorian, Republic or Jedi) at your command. The added need to look after your men, making sure they’re fully stocked on weapons, ammunition and survival supplies, while helping them cope with the mental trauma of war (ala Darkest Dungeon) would add a much needed layer of emotional attachment. With brutal violence and decisions to make similar to those of Spec Ops: The Line I think this could be an extremely exciting title that would shed some canonical light on an era of Star Wars currently left to speculation.

1. For Honor, but Star Wars BEST STAR WARS GAME IDEAS

I think this one speaks for itself, but allow me to elaborate anyway.

The one big problem that I have with lightsaber combat in Star Wars games is that it never feels like you’re in as much control of your blade as a real Jedi. You’re either smashing an attack button to trigger pre-designed strikes and combos or prescribing a series of attacks from a list of abilities, just to watch them execute automatically. There’s so much room to elaborate on the various forms and styles of lightsaber combat with intuitive, malleable controls like those in Ubisoft’s For Honor.

Of course, I don’t just mean battle scenarios. A deep and interesting story about the Jedi and Sith with the significance of the lightsaber itself a thematic focus and some light RPG elements (character customization, a morality system and ability/lightsaber upgrades) would help tie the whole package together.

Imagine charging down a hillside battlefield as a powerful Sith Lord, lightsaber at the ready, when a Jedi Knight appears before you. As the battle rages on around you you analyse and deconstruct the enemy’s stance and form and change yours for to optimize your strategy. You hold your blade out, moving it to block the oncoming attacks waiting for the perfect time to strike. With bursts of lightning and other force abilities you bring your opponent to their knees and execute a brutal, glorious victory. In the words of Anakin Skywalker, “this is where the fun begins.”

#star wars #gaming #games #video games