#EDIT: i was wrong about the tempest

[emmavakarian-theirin]

[bursts back onto tumblr with a tin foil hat]

guys what if we're getting a remake

#mass effect #my sleep schedule is all over the place right now but hear me out #ever since the initial liara teaser came out i thought how maybe it's not about connecting one thing to the other #maybe it's just showing you a bunch of iconic things that represent the series to get you excited and know there's more #and with the current 2/3 of todays teaser we have: eden prime music + 'someone' in n7 gear + the tempest + the name 'epsilon' #(epsilon was one of the original titles of mass effect) and it just seems like very specifically chosen assets to show #that to me don't really add up unless the series is being reprised as a whole #and these days games are getting rebooted and they typically come with a remaster too.... #EDIT: i was wrong about the tempest

[actual-changeling]

I have written many meta posts and s3-theories, and read even more, but I got hit by an idea I have not seen before. (If there is another post, please link it!)

After vibrating for an hour and losing my mind in my dms, I have no scraped together enough brain cells to present what is probably my first actual 'main-plot meta'.

Welcome to another edition of Alex's unhinged meta corner, today with a title to honour Crowley's James Bond obsession and the possibility of another heaven heist.

I give you:

From Jesus with Love - You Will Live Twice

Now, let's get right into it.

I think Neil might have told us more about the main s3 plotline in the announcement article than we previously thought. We all got stuck on 'they're not talking'—for good reason—but it is the part before that which has been bugging me ever since then.

The plans are going wrong—and this time that is a problem for earth and humanity. Turning that around, it means that whatever that plan consists of would be the way to go and beneficial for everyone, the opposite of the main plot of s1.

"They need to prevent the Second Coming (SC)" is pretty much the only and most popular idea I have seen, hundreds of fics and metas and whatnot have been written about it, but I think there's a good chance we're wrong. If we're not, well, I will honestly just be happy to be watching season 3.

Whatever the Metatron is planning will have negative consequences for everyone, or as Michael puts it: "And so… it ends. Everything ends. Time and the world is over, and we begin Eternity… forever and ever."

It sounds very much like Apocalypse #1 - Same Old Plan, same expected result, yet if we look at different interpretations of scripture we find that the SC is not entirely about complete destruction and death for all of humanity—it is about creating a new world/migrating to the kingdom of God.

This is taken from the Wikipedia article about the SC

Resurrection and life in a world to come are a direct contradiction to the result Michael is explaining—total annihilation of humanity.

Now, I am neither religious in any way nor have I ever received any sort of biblical education. Luckily, Christians seem to love talking about the bible because there are dozens of bible website to wade through. If I get anything wrong, please point it out, I have never touched a bible in my life.

So, after reading many, many quotes by a bunch of different guys, I tried to create a somewhat coherent picture of what the SC might look like based on the assumption that the end result is positive. I will talk about how they can be interpreted more in-depth later, otherwise this would turn into a string-net very fast.

Additionally, we can also see where these points overlap with the statement Jimbriel gave in the bookshop in episode three.

What is Jesus' job description?

only God knows when and how exactly it will begin/happen, no one else does, including Jesus and the Metatron

a lot of different catastrophes are mentioned or quoted as something Jesus said, like earthquakes and storms -> Jimbriel mentioned a tempest and great storms

there is also the line "All these are the beginning of birth pains." Birth pains dictate that there will be a birth—birth of the world to come perhaps?

dead people will be resurrected/leave their graves so that they too can be judged (I'd say participate in it but that sounds like the Second Coming is a summer camp activity)

there are also mentions of stars and the heavens in general falling from the sky and the sun going dark -> Jimbriel also mentions darkness as one of the signs

great lamentations, as Jimbriel says, are also a part of many different passages, with humans mourning the world as it was

the Lord will descent with the voice of an Archangel and the sound of a trumpet/the trumpet of God; the grammatical structure of that sentence seems to be interpreted differently depending on who you ask, but the voices of angels/an Archangel and some sort of trumpet are common terms

once everyone is in heaven/wherever the 'main even' will take place, a judgement call will be made for every single person in relation to the book of life, which decides whether they will be punished forever or not (one passage talks about a lake of fire and mentions it several times in a row)

And this is where it gets tricky. To figure out what the SC looks like, we first need to understand a) what the Metatron's capabilities are, b) what he has to lose, and c) what exactly would be a threat to him.

If you ask me, all of this comes down to the Metatron wanting to stay and be in power for eternity with full control over angels so he can do as he please, aka keeping the system running as it is.

We know the book of life (bol) is a thing in the Good Omens universe, whether it does what Michael said is an entirely different question. So far, we have also only got confirmation that hell collects and tortures souls—in such large amounts that they are understaffed—while heaven looks completely empty.

The Metatron runs heaven as an institution, he seems to be the highest power any of the angels have access to and the one they defer to. He refers to himself as the voice of God and combines judge, jury and executioner, making him one great celestial dictator.

From what we know of hell, they do things a lot more democratically, having different councils, dukes, and ranks that are responsible for different levels of command.

We also know that that the Metatron wants the world to end, his goals can probably be summarized as the statement Michael makes, which would leave him in charge without any opposing forces.

We also also know that he sees Crowley and Aziraphale as a threat—why exactly remains a mystery for now—and that the success of his plan hinges on having a Supreme Archangel (SA) he can control. Gabriel decided to become princess of hell and Beez' sugar baby, so he was out of the equation, and after the Armageddon disaster, I don't think he wants to risk failing because of an unfamiliarity with earth (plus, y'know, getting our two idiots away from the plan).

It's interesting to me that right at the end, he says to Aziraphale "We call it the Second Coming"—call, not it is or it will be, CALL. We know that nothing Neil writes is a coincidence, definitely not with such an important line.

Just because you CALL something a specific name doesn't mean it IS what you call it, e.g. Aziraphale calls Crowley a foul fiend when we know he very much isn't.

The Metatron is selling his plan as part of the "Great/Ineffable Plan", so any questions can be blocked by saying it's God's will, it's ineffable. Whatever his plan is, he hides it behind the concept of the Second Coming, which angels know just enough about to understand the basics without having in-depth knowledge of what exactly it entails.

It is a good fucking strategy, I'll give him that, and it WORKS because angels—even if they have doubts—do not question. They simply don't; fear of punishment and millennia of conditioning have left them in a horrible place. When they encounter something unknown, their response is "I already knew that" as to not ask questions.

Crowley questions, we know that, and Aziraphale, ohhhhh, Aziraphale ALSO questions, but he does it in a less dangerous and obvious way. The Metatron is vastly underprepared for that.

(Side note: That alone would be its own meta post, but the gist is that he questions heaven's plans and then adjusts his assumptions of what God might want to what he WANTS God to want, e.g. Job, the Arch)

To summarize everything I just said, the Metatron wants to do what Armageddon failed to do—destroy earth and the universe—so he can be supreme dictator of all remaining celestial beings and gorge himself on power.

But instead of calling it his Big Evil Plan, he calls it the Second Coming, making everyone play along without resistance.

We cycle aaaaall the way back to the sentence I quoted—the ACTUAL plans are going wrong since the Metatron's would mean total destruction.

But what is the SC supposed to be if not the Apocalypse 2.0?

When I look at all the different aspects of the SC and assume a positive outcome, then the end result to me would be a new world that is pretty much like the old world, or maybe even literally the old world but with any destruction reversed. Heaven and hell get dissolved since now that everyone has been "judged", they as institutions are no longer needed, they have fulfilled their purpose.

No more judgement means there is no reason to keep track anymore, so why do you need to run celestial corporations whose only job is doing exactly that? You don't—and THAT is what I believe is the biggest perceived threat to the Metatron, losing full control over everyone and everything, losing his position, his title, and whatever else he has.

On top of that, Good Omens has told us again and again that God doesn't seem to give a fuck about good and evil anymore, and that without heaven and hell being all wrapped up in it, humanity would have 100% free will without any consequences.

Maybe the BoL is empty, maybe it isn't real, maybe Jesus stole it to straighten a wobbly table, who knows. There is a chance it is what Michael says, but I would admittedly find that a bit. too obvious and boring since it would boil the plot down to "they save their own asses again" and not "they save humanity at all cost".

Regarding Crowley and Aziraphale's role in this—I have Thoughts TM but those definitely need their own post. In short, they have to get the SC back on track, the real one.

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If you have made it this far, thank you for working through what I hope are more or less coherent rambles. Any spelling or grammar mistakes are my own.

Questions? Thoughts? Corrections? Expansions and additions?

Feel free to add to this post however you like (and I can't believe I have to mentions this but if you clown on my post or behave like an asshole you will be blocked).

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[dimplesandfierceeyes]

Seven Sentence Sunday - Bad Buddy Edition

(Okay, I know it's always Bad Buddy edition when it's me.)

Guys, girls and non-binary pals, I am SO close to finishing the final chapter of When Tempests Toss, Embrace Chaos. And let me tell you, it has been a struggle. See, when my head wants to write, it wants to write. But when it doesn't? Yeah... Apparently the last few months have been a I dont wanna kinda time in the ol' nogging. Anyway, in celebration of being the in the final throes of chapter 5, I thought I'd revive this little tradition:

“Not that you'd be much competition anyway,” he continued, just to push, just to see if there was more.  He got an indignant squawk and a head appearing above him with scowling eyebrows. But there was no sudden declaration that he was going to prove Pran wrong by swooping Ink off her feet, instead Pat just exclaimed, “Excuse me! I'm great at flirting! The best!” “Oh, really, I've never seen any evidence of that,” Pran countered.  He didn't expect Pat's eyes to narrow and his head to move closer, close enough to make Pran's heart start pounding in his chest.  “Are you asking me to prove it? Do you want me to flirt with you, Mr Pran?” Pat simpered.  Yes. 

@incandescentflower @dancing-out-in-space @danmei-trash @galauvant @snickerdoodlles @jemmo @aroceu @hereforlou @sunshinedobi @airenyah @dudeyuri @grapejuicegay @lurkingshan @lurkingteapot @telomeke-bbs @lost-my-sanity1 @dimpledpran @hughungrybear @stitch-me-not @linkisanenby

I've tagged a few people that I came to mind but anyone else who is writing fic or meta, whether it's about Bad Buddy or anything, please feel free to join in if you would like! Tag me in any seven sentence posts you do please, I'd love to read them!

And if I have tagged you, then no pressure to do this, I'm just putting out there in case people would like to join in

#bad buddy #seven sentence sunday #when tempest toss #patpran #bad buddy the series #bad buddy series #bad buddy fanfic

[the-ghost-bird]

Unless...

Frank Castle x Reader drabble

Gif by @darlingshane

Summary: She's had enough of him.

Warnings: Canon typical violence, murder, gun play, knife play, injury, blood play (don't do this at home fellas), sadomasochism, honestly a bit of a toxic dynamic, assassin!reader, sub!Frank, Frank being the biggest masochist ever, mentions of masturbation and voyeurism.

A/N: I havent written or posted any work in a long while, but I had the idea for this and I needed to get it out of my system. I'm not gonna edit, just gonna throw this into the world or ill probably never post it. Tagging @saintmurd0ck @castlesnchurches @vandominia @softsapphicsap @chellestrash @chelseasdagger @itwasthereaminuteago

Frank fires before she can, and loses count of how many rounds he put into his target.

He's becoming reckless, that much he knows. With each kill, his anger grows, and he became a little too focused on shredding the man in front of him to keep count of how much ammo was spent.

He watches afterwards, takes in the sight of the blood staining the egyptian carpet in the pristine office. Well, not so pristine anymore.

Once it all feels real, he breathes. Inhales sharply, not realizing he'd been holding his breath. Frank isn't affected by death, at least not this one, but his kill list is getting shorter and he's been having an existential crisis every here and there, avoidant of the fact he'll have to figure out what to do with himself once this quest for revenge is over.

For now, he breathes.

For now, he focuses on dealing with her.

Frank walks towards the floor-to-ceiling windows of the office, looks out to see Y/N on the roof of another building, standing besides a sniper rifle, barrel pointed at him. They stare at each other from a distance until she grabs her gear and turns her back.

Frank has some explaining to do, so the dead body is left to rot.

He finds her on the roof of his safehouse. Y/N stands perfectly still in the shadows, still enough to fool him into thinking that maybe, just maybe, she won't be too mad.

"That was my contract." Her voice is cold and professional, the first winds of a tempest.

"I know." Frank's response is as professional as it is stupid. And it just feeds into Y/N's frustration.

"It was ten million dollars, Castle."

"Yeah. And?"

"IT WAS MY FUCKING MONEY, FRANK!"

He should be concerned, should care about how she fucking roared at him loud enough for Murdock to hear. But honestly? Frank can't bring himself to give a fuck.

"You'll survive." He brushes off. Y/N can feel her frustration turn into rage, but she still tries to keep calm and make a point.

"And my fucking reputation?! Don't you think word will get out that the Punisher stole my kill right in front of me like it was nothing?" She tries, but Frank just breathes out a chuckle and crosses his arm, deciding he wants to be funny.

"So? Listen, if you're thinking you can outmatch me and you want everyone in your business to think the same, that's a you problem, and you're damn straight delusional-"

Next thing Frank feels is a bullet in his thigh.

He falls to one knee with a pained cry, draws his firearm at light speed, and pulls the trigger. But no fire comes out.

"You should've counted your bullets, Castle. I did." Y/N shakes her head in mock disappointment and stalks towards him, gun pointed at his head. And now it's his turn to get fucking furious.

"The fuck is wrong with you!? You gonna kill me over a hit?"

"You know better than to get in between me and a contract." She spits harshly, gun under his chin before she orders. "Get that other knee of yours on the ground before I blow it out."

Frank obeys, tries his best to ignore the pain on his thigh, and how it gets worse with pressure and weight onto it.

"Thaaat's it, baby." Y/N praises before her tone turns condescending. "You look so pretty in that position, you know that?"

Frank heaves, vibrating with anger. For a second, he tries reaching for the blade on his side, but Y/N raises her gun to his forehead.

"Keep moving and I'll unload the entire mag in you, and I know exactly how many bullets I've got left."

Frank let's out a shaky breath, knowing he fucked up but too stubborn to fully admit it to himself. Y/N looks at him for a long couple of seconds, and she can see him making mental calculations, trying to figure out how he's supposed to get out of this.

"What? You don't trust me, sweetie?"

He doesn't bother with an answer, and they keep up the unbreakable eye contact before Y/N speaks up again.

"You know Castle, I was 15 when my mother got me private medical lessons." She starts and, despite the pulsing pain, Frank is curious as to where in the fuck this conversion is going. Y/N rarely ever mentions any detail of herself, so suddenly he's very interested in whatever she has to say. "I already knew how to patch myself up so I was confused as to why she would hire a whole team of doctors to give me in depth lessons of the human body. I just didn't know how it would be... useful... for the family business." Y/N reminisces, before asking "Have I told you doctors make the best torturers?"

Both of them know the answer to that question, and Frank knows that underneath this ramble, Y/N is trying to control her emotions, so he indulges her with an answer.

"No. You haven't told me that."

"I should've figured it out sooner, but I only really found out when she brought me on a mission to extract intel. She made it clear: greatest amount of pain while keeping the target alive for the longest time possible." Y/N finishes with a deep breath before shaking her head slightly as if trying to shake away memories. She then caresses the scar on his cheek with her thumb, taking the time to look at him before hushing softly. "I could never hurt you, Frankie. Not in a way that matters."

That's when Frank understands what she's trying to say. That while she has an inhumanly accurate aim, the bullet she shot didn't go low enough on his thigh to damage his knee or high enough to hit his artery.

She hurt him, but she didn't incapacitate him.

She wouldn't kill him.

"Unless..." Y/N sings as she clicks off the safety on the gun and wraps her hand around his throat. "Unless the big bad punisher lets his ego get out of control again and thinks he can steal another one of my contracts. Is that going to happen, Castle?"

He sneers at her, anger clouding his vision again and making Frank reluctant to answer. But she knows he'll talk, and he'll talk real nice.

"...no." He mumbles. Y/N's not satisfied though, so she presses the gun hard against his temple, raising her voice to that soldier-like tone Frank used to hear in the marines.

"No what ?!"

"I won't get in your way. I won't-" He rasps, finally yielding before crumbling at the fury in her eyes. "I- I'm... m'sorry."

And that simple word makes her open the widest of grins, expression turning euphoric and leaning on unhinged, like it's what she needed all along. Frank knows how much she loves his apologies, even if she doesn't accept them.

Y/N doesn't hesitate to press a harsh kiss onto his split lip. Frank knows she can hear the whine he tries to suppress, that she can taste the blood on his tongue. She leaves him breathless, only parting to bring her lips close by his ear.

"I saw it." She whispers. "That night after I opened up your pretty cheek. I saw you."

Frank's eyes widen, and with a shudder, every bit of residual anger leaves his body.

Frank remembers when they met up a couple of months ago, remembers how pent up he was after their fight, remembers being hard while he stitched the cut on his cheek, and how he came in the shower afterwards, pleading her name and thinking of all the other ways she could hurt him.

And she saw.

He doesn't know how but she saw him.

"How about I leave you with a warning and a gift, huh?" Y/N proposes sweetly, pulling out the knife from Frank's side.

Later on, he'll pretend like he didn't nod so eagerly.

Y/N uses the knife to slice open the unscarred cheek. She takes in Frank's reaction, from his gorgeous whimper to the way his eyes are blown, and then focuses on how beautiful he is when he's bleeding.

Before Frank can register, her tongue is on his face, licking from his jaw up to the cut on his cheek, lapping up the blood before she comments with a smile.

"Now they match."

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[prince-rowan-of-the-forest]

Where the Ashes Settle

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Roman was prepared for normal day, leave the hotel, get coffee, go to the station and head home.

He hadn't made room in his schedule for getting caught up in a villain fight, nor getting kidnapped by the villain and his arch-nemisis, though.

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| Ao3 |

Warnings: Injury, kidnapping

Pairings: Anxceit, possible future anarociet depending on how you wanna interprit.

Word count: 3437

Notes:

I wrote this whole thing today because I was bored and wanted to have some fun. I've been wanting to make a superhero au for a very long time but I'm too lazy so here's a oneshot instead. :) - i't's not really edited as of right now, I might come back and fix it later, but I can't say for sure.

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Roman was just a civilian.

He had no useful powers, as much as he’d always wanted to be a hero, being a super one is just not on the cards. Voice Projection. That was Roman’s power, he could make his voice be heard from anywhere, with a microphone it was amazingly useful during concerts. But he could only make his voice as loud as he could yell, so the most he’d be able to do as a hero would be… to cause confusion, potentially. 

So Roman wasn’t a superhero, he was a regular person, an indie singer who was nowhere near as well known as he wanted to be, doing gigs in pubs and at small events who didn’t have the money to hire the bigshots or specifically wanted acts that no-one had heard of. It was fine, Roman loved singing, holding the attention of a crowd was something he was good at, writing and performing music had been something he loved since before he could remember.

He was well aware of the more super goings on of the world, of course. He followed the heroes almost religiously, their instagram stories, the events they were doing, the latest battles they’d won against upstart supervillains. His favourite was a longstanding battle between one of the top heroes - Viper, who was surprisingly popular despite his dark and mysterious persona - and one of the most renowned villains in the country - Tempest, who looked and played the part of arch-nemesis very well.

Roman followed their battles over the internet, watching the videos and footage. Their fights were always immense and almost beautiful, they were evenly matched, skill wise, and they both had crazy power sets. Viper could shapeshift, between human and animal forms, including - to Roman’s delight when he saw the battle - a dragon. Tempest could create - as his name suggested - storms, he could walk on the clouds, draw lightning strikes from the heavens, create heavy rains and strong winds whenever he wanted. 

It was brilliant to watch, after the fight had taken place from the comfort of his mediocre apartment living room.

It wasn’t quite so great to be there in person. 

He’d been getting a coffee at a cute little cafe he’d found whilst staying for a week in a town a few hours out from his own for a few pretty good gigs he’d been able to snag and he was just about to head to the station to get his train back home. He’d decided to stop by the shop on the way. He’d known something was wrong when he’d stepped back onto the street, coffee cup in hand, guitar case slung across one shoulder and backpack on the other, to find it deserted. 

Thunder. He heard it first as he made his way down the street, turning the corner to see the dark, angry clouds gathering just up the street. He rushed forward - blinded from the danger by his eagerness to see the fight - maybe he’d be able to film it if he could get a good view! Witnessing a battle in person - especially one on this magnitude - was rare and absolutely granted bragging rights over all your family and friends, so Roman wasn’t about to pass up such an opportunity.

He must have approached from somewhere behind Tempest, as he creeped along the street and pulled out his phone to record - even as the wind whipped at his hair, thankfully it wasn’t raining. He knew that this was stupid, he’d be in a lot of danger coming this close, but he felt almost like he had to.

Further up the street Roman spotted Viper, shifted into some kind of big cat crouched atop an already damaged car, making up some kind of blockade at the other end of the street. Roman could hear yelling and crying from behind it - he must be protecting people that way. The pair of supers began to fight properly, thunder booming in the sky as they clashed. Viper turned mid-jump into what looked to be a griffin, and ran at Tempest. Roman watched in wonder as the two clashed in front of him. 

Lightning struck, too close to him to be safe. He let out an involuntary yelp for fear when the building began to catch fire. His eyes darted between the rapidly spreading fire to the fighting pair. Neither of them had noticed. He heard a scream from inside the building and - panicking - Roman decided he would have to do something. 

“Hey!” He called, but his voice was lost to the raging winds. He tried to use his power, placing his voice nearer to Viper - “Hey! The- the building’s on fire! To your left!”

Viper looked over, golden eyes widening for just a moment, before he was slammed into by Tempest. 

Shit -! Roman thought, glancing back at the building again, breath quickening, he’d just gotten Viper hurt - he was sure he could probably face legal action for interfering like that, and the people in the building were no closer to getting saved. His power really was useless after all.

Roman was just trying to figure out what to do when the fire began to spread too close to him - across the debris already on the floor. He took a few steps back only to scream as something came hurting at him in the wind. The bit of flying debris smacked into his shoulder hard, sending him flying to the ground and leaving him winded. His vision swam as he laid there on the ground, distantly aware of more yelling than before, was it closer? And the crackling of fire, the screaming of sirens somewhere far in the distance. Roman hoped they’d be fast enough to save the people in the buildings. 

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“Shit!” Virgil yelled when he heard someone scream from far too close to them to be from the crowd. Rearing back from where he’d been about to punch Janus and looking around just in time to see the civilian standing far too close to the fight get flung backwards to the ground - almost into the raging inferno that was the building behind him. 

Janus shifted back to himself as he stared at the same sight. Virgil growled, well aware people were still watching, and darting forward - grabbing the hero by the collar of his shirt and holding him close, making sure his expression was mean enough to appease any watching cameras even as he whispered his split second plan to the hero.

“I’m going to ‘kidnap’ him,” Virgil said, voice barely a hiss, “And run, make it look like you beat me and then get the people in that building out- I’ll make sure he’s okay back at the apartment. ”

“Be careful, Darling,” Janus told him, before transforming into a giant beast and grabbing Virgil, with a snarling growl, flinging him across the street towards the knocked out civilian. Virgil landed expertly, made a show of looking around as if disoriented and got up. Janus roared and Virgil took that as his cue to run, scooping up the civilian and grabbing his things on a second thought before grabbing one of his clouds and swiftly escaping the scene, starting a downpour as he did so. He hoped maybe it would help with the fire. 

He really didn’t want innocent people to get hurt. 

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When Virgil arrived at the apartment building, the civilian now fully unconscious in his arms, he was stopped by his security guy, Logan. Virgil groaned internally as Logan questioned why Virgil was carrying some knocked out guy and why the fuck he had a guitar. 

“Don’t question me ,” Virgil snapped, his voice slipping into his supervillain persona’s for a moment, startling Logan. He’d have to apologise later, but he had no time for Logan’s never ending questions right now, “When Viper gets here, let him in.”

Logan looked at him skeptically, but Virgil’s expression hardened, practically daring Logan to argue with him. Eventually he just sighed and nodded, allowing Virigl to make his way into the building. He saw Logan rub his forehead out the corner of his eye as he walked away. Maybe he should make him an apology cake.

Carrying the civilian up the stairs was easy when you were able to manipulate the wind to give you a boost. When Virgil finally arrived at his apartment he went straight to the spare room and laid Roman down carefully on the bed, placing the guitar and bag nearby before setting about checking him for injuries. 

He wasn’t burned, thank goodness, but Virgil was worried about his shoulder where the debris must’ve slammed into him. There were bits of it embedded in his skin and the joint looked dislocated. Virgil just prayed that was the worst of it as he - as gently as he could - popped his shoulder back into place and removed the biggest pieces of debris. Cleaning him up and bandaging his shoulder properly. He was used enough to doing this for himself by now. 

Until Virgil heard Janus arrive at his front door, Virgil stayed sitting by the bed, making sure the civilian was okay the entire time.

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Roman felt groggy when he woke up, like he’d drunk too much at a party or something, though he couldn’t remember any party. This wasn’t his house either - the bed he was lying on felt unfamiliar - and very soft. The covers were tucked up to his chin and he felt very warm and safe here as he stared up at the plain ceiling. No fluorescent lights - so probably not a hospital either. Where the hell was he?

From the next room, he could hear voices, though he couldn’t quite make out what they were saying. When he tried to move up, pain shot through his shoulder enough to make him gasp - and then his head started to feel like it was splitting apart. Right, he remembered now. 

Just because Roman remembered what had happened to him before he had clearly passed out, that didn’t help him to understand where the hell he was, or who was talking in the other room, or who these lovely purple bed covers belonged to. 

His head was killing him, so he closed his eyes again. 

“He’s been asleep for almost a full day now,” He heard someone say, the sound causing shooting pains in his skull, was that voice kinda familiar? It felt like it was, but Roman couldn’t place it, “I’m starting to worry it might be worse than a bump on the head.”

“Perhaps it would have been better to take him to a hospital, Darling.” The second voice said - this one was even more familiar than the first. He started to think he must be dreaming, though, because surely Viper wasn’t actually here. He’d heard that voice enough in interviews and publicity stunts, maybe he was dreaming?

“Yeah well - it wasn’t like we had much time to make that call,” The other voice huffed. 

“I know,” Viper sighed, “If he doesn’t wake up in the next half hour we should take him to the closest hospital.”

The other voice scoffed, “And what, tell them: ‘Oh hey doctor, here’s this guy I almost killed yesterday and then kidnapped because we didn’t know what to do!’ How would that go over, you think?”

“...You’ve got a point,” Said Viper. Roman stewed in his own thoughts as he pretended to sleep, yesterday, almost killed, kidnapped - that familiar voice… Was that Tempest ?? - what the hell was Tempest doing here with Viper, and had they really kidnapped him? What the fuck was happening?

Roman groaned softly as the pain in his head spiked and both of them went silent.

“Is he awake?” Tempest asked, Viper made a noncommittal noise in response, before seemingly walking over. 

“Hello, darling,” Viper said, voice much closer now, “Are you awake?”

That soft tone was so different from the sarcastic, sassy persona he always displayed for the public. It made Roman feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“Hey- I thought I was ‘darling’!” Tempest said, from further away. He sounded like he was pouting and Roman resisted the urge to laugh as he peeled open his eyes again, having to blink a few times as the light made his head spin.

“You’re ‘Darling’, with a capital ‘D’, Darling, everyone else is a lowercase ‘d’ darling,” Viper dismissed, before looking back at him and smiling. That was Viper alright, his signature scales were glittering gold in the dim light of the room and his mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - were looking at him with an expression so caring and soft Roman almost reeled back. Why on earth was the hero looking at him that way? His hair was loose, tumbling to his shoulders in blonde waves and topped with a fancy hat that seemed a little silly compared to the comfortable clothes he was wearing. 

His gaze wandered warily to where Tempest stood, a fair ways behind Viper - leaning on the wall beside the door. His identity wasn’t quite so obvious, considering his costume consisted of a mask and a hood. But Roman recognised his electric purple hair and violet eyes regardless. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of an oversized hoodie and seemed fairly relaxed in posture. 

“Will you sit up and drink something for me, darling?” Viper asked, gently placing a hand on Roman’s shoulder to help him up. The movement made him feel dizzy, but he did think water would be pretty nice right now. 

“...Where am I?” Roman asked after taking a sip of cold water from the glass Viper pressed into his hands. 

“My apartment,” Tempest answered, not moving from across the room. 

“...Why?” He asked, frowning.

“I needed to get you out of the way so that Jay here could save the people in that building,” Tempest shrugged, earning a look from the hero, he groaned, “He’s literally in my house - I don’t think him knowing the first letter of your name is a real issue, here.”

Roman frowned, “Wait- but-” He thought, trying to put the pieces together, hadn’t Tempest struck that building with lighting? “Didn’t you… mean to set it on fire?”

“What? No, of course not,” Tempest looked almost offended at the accusation, “I missed with the strike, that’s all.”

Confused, Roman looked between them, Viper chuckled, “There’s a lot more going on behind the scenes than you know, dear,” He said, gently patting Roman’s shoulder. He felt himself melt beneath the touch. 

“Like… what?” Roman asked.

“Things you don’t need to know about,” Tempest said, finally pushing himself off of the wall to walk closer. He sat back down on the edge of the bed and offered something to Roman, “Here, painkillers - if you need them - you took a nasty hit, they’re still in the packaging.”

Roman watched the both of them as he took the painkillers, examining the packet before taking one.

“I… owe you an apology for that, too, had I known you were standing there I would’ve made sure the debris didn’t hit you.”

It suddenly made a lot more sense why despite how destructive and violent Viper and Tempest’s fights were, no civilian ever actually got hurt. 

“Thank you for the warning, by the way, darling,” Janus told him, shifting to gently card fingers through Roman’s hair.

“Hm?” Tempest asked, looking up in confusion.

“He warned me about the fire… I’m assuming you used your power?” Roman nodded, “I’m sorry I couldn’t act on it sooner.”

“It’s… fine, I just wanted to do something - did everyone get out okay?” Roman asked.

“Yes,” Janus nodded, “I got everyone out unharmed.”

Roman breathed a sigh of relief, wincing at the pain in his shoulder as he did so. He looked around at the other two, before sighing and resting his head back against the headboard. 

“That’s good,” He mumbled. 

“You’re welcome to go back to sleep,” Tempest said, “As long as you eat something first - you’ve been out for at least twenty-four hours by now.”

Roman groaned, even though Tempest was right, he was hungry, and having attention drawn to that fact just made him hungrier. 

“Fine,” He mumbled. Tempest looked thoughtful for a moment, before nodding to himself.

“How about I order pizza for the three of us,” he suggested, “We haven't eaten dinner either - do you like pizza?”

“What kind of heathen doesn’t like pizza?” Roman asked, trying not to laugh. Laughing hurt. Tempest chuckled and pulled out his phone. 

For a long few minutes, they just sat there. Viper was playing with his hair and Roman didn’t mind in the slightest - aside from being a little confused - and Tempest was messing around on a phone, supposedly ordering them pizza.

Eventually, Viper broke the silence, “What is your name, darling?” He asked. 

“Oh- it’s Roman,” Roman said, “Roman Piper.”

Tempest looked up from his phone, eyes a little wider than before, “Roman Piper, as in - the singer Roman Piper?”

Roman was too flabbergasted to speak for a moment, “I- yes- yes, that’s me, you’ve uh- you’ve heard of me?”

Viper just hid his face with his hand and chuckled as Tempest lit up.

“ Heard of you? Dude! I love your music!” He said, “I… can’t believe I fucking kidnapped my favourite music artist.”

Roman couldn’t help it, he snorted, bursting out laughing, though his cheeks were red, “I was actually um- here to do a few gigs… but uh- I think I appreciate this, actually, saves me the hospital bills.”

“Downtown? In that old bar a few days ago? I was there -”

Viper tapped him on the shoulder, leaning in and whispering, “He’ll talk about you for hours if we don’t stop him, darling, though - for the record, your music is lovely.”

Roman blushed a deep red, hiding his face in his hands. Don’t get him wrong! He loves meeting people who liked his music, but when those people where the most notorious villain in the country and his arch-nemisis (Though Roman was starting to think something else was going on there too) who he’d been looking up to for yours it was a little bit different.

“I’m supposed to be resting, right?” Roman said, interrupting whatever tangent Tempest was about to go on. 

“Yes, you are,” Viper said, smiling. 

“Hm,” Tempest said, “I could put on a movie or something while we wait for pizza?”

Roman brightened, “That sounds wonderful - hm… would it be a step too far if I asked for your real names?”

“Hmm…” Viper said with a soft smile, “You can call me Jay, if you’d like, it’s halfway there - perhaps I’ll give you my real name in the future, darling.”

Unable to help himself, Roman grinned - the idea that they might not part ways once this whole ordeal was over was a lovely one. He was honestly starting to quite like these two - not to mention how curious he was about whatever ‘behind the scenes’ things were going on. 

“If that’s what we’re doing,” Tempest said, standing up and offering a hand to Jay, who took it, in turn offering his arm to help up Roman, “then you can call me V, for now.”

“Lovely, both of you,” Roman smiled, letting Jay put his arm around Roman’s back for stability after he stumbled a little to lead him out of the bedroom to a dim, cozy living room strung with fairy lights. It was cute and warm and safe - very homely and cozy looking - totally not what he would’ve expected from the villain had he been asked two days ago. Now it seemed… a little more fitting. 

Jay guided him to sit down on the sofa and V quickly joined them after grabbing a small stack of DVDs that he handed to Roman to choose from. He was delighted to find that they were all disney. 

After a long period of deliberation that had V chuckling and Jay sighing, in exasperation, Roman finally settled on Moana - which he handed to V to put on. Before long, the three of them were squashed together on the two-seater sofa, with Roman in the middle. Something in the back of his mind told him that he shouldn’t feel as safe as he did, considering he was in the home of a supervillain, cuddled between two extremely powerful people who he didn’t really know the intentions of. 

But despite that, he felt the warm haze of sleep drift over him as the movie continued and they ate their pizza in calm, comfortable silence. 

Roman was passed out on Janus’ shoulder before the film even neared its end.

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Tags: @full-of-roman-angst-trash @your-local-random-dino @cutebisexualmess @glacierruler @roseianxiety @bella-bugatti-frogetti-baguetti @scalesfeathersnfur (if anyone wants to be added, let me know!)

#sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #anxceit #anaroceit #roman sanders #virgil sanders #janus sanders #rowans writings #fanfic #fanfiction #ts roman #ts virgil #ts janus

[autumnslance]

[Language barriers and the Echo Anon] You ever keep yourself awake at night thinking how they hand waved currency differences in FFXIV. Sure I’m fully aware that tomestones, tribal currency and other such things exist but the majority of things are paid with Gil. It makes sense in Eorzea but less so elsewhere. Kugane can be justified with being the only open trading port of Hingashi, Thavnair receiving trade from Eorzea and the First’s currencies being so tossed about post Flood they accept Gil now but would it really make sense in places like Yanxia or Rak’tika(rural)? I don’t want to think about how places that you aren’t supposed to visit again lore wise(Elpis, UT and the illusory Amaurot in Tempest) can accept gil as payment and or even trade goods.

I really don't worry about it, especially if we go with the idea of Gil being a typical gold-based currency just with a funny name.

It was also an Allagan thing, recycled by Eorzeans. And with trade with Eorzea being common, it does mostly work in the Source. Yanxia is Doma, more open to trade and outsiders than even Hingashi, and has been part of Garlemald besides--and the Empire has no issue taking Eorzean coin and probably has a similar Allagan-inspired currency that's equivalent, given how much else they base upon the old empire.

Mostly it IS a gameplay convenience even more than the languages so players don't also have to worry about the Gil to Koban exchange rate, but there's also nothing saying the WoL and Scions aren't dealing in Koban when in the East and the game just doesn't deal with that.

As for the First, that's just a mess of handwaving a world actively in the midst of apocalypse and maybe we'll get more details in the 3rd lorebook, but they seem to be having a "collapse the languages and currency down since the remaining population is so small" situation there, and everyone has to trade with one another for survival purposes; even the Viis, who start working with the Qitari and the Night's Blessed.

And while a barter system for the Viis on introduction (or even the Xaela of the Steppe) might seem to make sense, it also unnecessarily complicates and bogs down story and gameplay, so like a LOT of other things in the game, shorthands it to "they just take your coin."

Which I find more and more, people kind of forget, especially when criticizing how "fast and easy" something resolves, that in the scope of the game, pretty much everything is shorthanded to keep gameplay and story moving along, from conversations to rest periods to equipment acquisition to scenes we don't see play out between NPCs and to the vast majority of gameplay mechanics where they intersect with character actions and interactions.

FFXIV tries real hard to make some gameplay part of the world and story, like teleportation. Or they make bland excuses on why we can wander around the 3 city-states post-Banquet, or why the WoL isn't given a shock collar too in Tertium, or can keep visiting unique locations for specific storypoints like Ultima Thule and Elpis. And if we were playing a traditional standalone, single-player FF game, those situations would be written and played out differently.

But sometimes a lore lampshade is just a lampshade, and not all game mechanics are actually lore, but ways for players to fill in the gaps when it comes to Roleplay and Fanfiction.

EDIT: And here's a post from some other folks, with some sources, that barter wasn't as widespread as people think, most places--even remote and sparsely populated--had regular commerce, and currency of some form was far more common and far-reaching than might be assumed.

Remember, folks: Hollywood and other media rarely have accurate portrayals of history, and our own modern assumptions of things being different "back then" are often wrong. Street vendors and athletic sponsorships were common in Rome and "Tiffany" is a medieval (nick)name.

#final fantasy xiv #Gil #Gameplay #Lore #Story #MSQ #Encyclopaedia Eorzea #Allag #Eorzea #Garlemald #Doma #Kugane #Viis #Azim Steppe

[ayesakara]

Here's your Shizuo Heiwajima post for this Thursday afternoon.

The first pic is a fanart made by Hiragi-the-tempest

The 3rd pic, I believe, is an official artwork from the character song for Shizuo - which is actually sung by his Japanese VA Diasuke Ono. But if I'm wrong about the artwork, please let me know who to credit.

Edited to add: Thanks to @mocknerd, I found that the original creator of the Shizuo fanart is Mi-k.

In case anyone hasn't listened to Shizuo’s character song, here it is:

Tsugaru Kaikyou Fuyu Geshiki - sung by Daisuke Ono

It is so beautiful and soulful and sentimental, and it gave me so much insight into his character while I was writing my fic. There's so many layers to Shizuo's character. I just love him to death. 😍❤️😊

#shizuo heiwajima #durarara #shizuo #drrr shizuo #shizuo drrr #he's a good boy #crunchy on the outside soft on the inside #shizuo deserves all the love #includes fanart #shizuo character song #daisuke ono #Youtube

[amanda-melly]

Good omens s3 - my thoughts on the second coming - will Jesus appear in season 3? Will he come back as a baby?

[EDIT: I checked some material about the Book of Revelation and I changed my mind on some important aspects of this post - notably that the Apocalipse and the Final Judgment are not something that happens out of the blue. I thought that from one moment to the next Christ would come to earth, everyone would immediately be dead, the dead would rise and everyone would be judged. I was wrong. There's a whole deal about 7 seals and 7 disasters and 7 whatnots and apparently the antichrist is thrown into fire and bottomless pit AND THERE'S A DRAGON then it gets even crazier because the people who are judged as good people get to live 1000 years then something happens AND THE DRAGON IS SENT TO THE PIT TOO then more stuff happens then finally earth is definitely over and the good guys are in heaven happily ever after and the bad guys are all in the bottomless pit and flames etc.

This interview in particular is really funny because they even mention how the whole thing looks like an action movie.

Also, the number 7 and the tempest with the lamentations have all been foreshadowed in season 2, so I think we'll have some pretty crazy armagedon action in season 3 after all. ]

(original post)

I just checked Wikipedia about the second coming because I didn't know what exactly is supposed to happen. My main question was: is Christ born again to a human mother, grows up and THEN judges everyone? Or he arrives at the final moment of earth, and proceeds immediately to the final judgment?

The answer is: the main belief is that there is no resurrection of Christ, that is, in the second coming he doesn't come as a baby. Nor is there an inciting incident to kill everyone (like a nuclear war or something like that). Everything on earth just gets killed out of nowhere in a split second and without any earthly cause. And the dead rise. And Christ returns. Apparently the antichrist does something in the second coming but Jesus defeats him and proceeds to the final judgment.

So I'm guessing there won't be a baby Christ nor a resurrected Christ on earth when it comes to the second coming.

Averting the second coming, in theory, could prevent Jesus from appearing at all in s3 - or, at least, appearing in present day earth.

To be honest, I think good omens could hardly feature Jesus in more then some very, very respectful and "conservative" flashbacks, like they did in s1. Jesus could perhaps be shown as an irreproachable ethereal being. I don't think good omens could pull off anything remotely controversial regarding Jesus.

I used to think it'd be fun to have a "Christ reborn baby situation" as a callback to the whole antichrist baby in season 1 but I don't think now that s3 will involve babies.

I think it's better to focus on what Gabriel says - there will be a storm, the dead will rise, there will be great lamentations.

Also, according to Neil Gaiman seasons 1 and 3 are action packed, fast, intense, with a slow and romantic season 2 between them (also, season 2 was filmed during covid, and there will hopefully no such restrictions for s3).

I think there will be a lot of things going on in s3, in more places and bigger sets. I think it will have more adrenaline and more chaos. What exactly I don't know. But now I'm fairly certain it won't involve a baby Christ - but perhaps the dead will rise.

🤔

#neil gaiman #ineffable husbands #good omens #good omens season 3 #second coming #good omens theories

[whatwouldvalerydo]

Things I don't talk about enough - character edition

Characters, well built ones, are like people, fickle things ar times

You need to listen to them sometimes or they will stop listening to you

Sometimes you love other characters more, some you lose, some come back to you, a cicle really

Sometimes we don't listen to what characters actually want and it's a shame really

At other times we don't sit enough with them, so please do people, stories take time

Character sheets are fun, but I have a hard time connecting with creators that have just characters and there's nothing written for them apart from a profile. I NEED to see them interact, exist, do SOMETHING

Let characters make mistakes and make bad decisions, it builds them up, makes them relatable

Leila Hellebore has been absent most throughout the last months and I understood late that she has moods of her own that clash with mine

Jin Watanabe doesn't want to be in the HPHL apart from a few times, he’s more in tune and understands himself better later on in different eras

I am forever grateful that Angela King came back to me and I didn’t lose her after the OC breakup. She still fuels my soul, it's just my time that's limited

Talia Crane is watching me from the shadows and that’s a scary thought on it's own

Victoria Summer isn't as sweet and innocent as I believed and I am not mad about it

I honestly didn't know what to do or where Jonathan King would fit on the long term plan and he proved me wrong so many times I am ashamed to admit how many

I am happy Scarlett Tempest opened up slightly and I managed to tell her background story. I believe people understand her better now

Gareth Farr will forever be my misfit, my darling sass boy. He deserves a love story with a happy ending but I don’t know if he knows what to do with that considering all he's been through

#val rants #val talks

[seldnei]

Taking stock of the writing: 2023

For any new followers: this is my annual post about my writing in the past year.  This is purely for my own mental health–the tag says “seldnei is tired of feeling like a slacker” for a reason.  Please feel free to skip.

So what did I accomplish in 2023?

Well, it was a helluva year, again.  We’ve acquired another teenager, with all that entails, which is a good thing overall but definitely added some chaos.  My boss retired earlier than expected, so day job went sideways for a while.  My cousin died, which was entirely unexpected.  My father died, which was both more and less unexpected.  Also the eldest BFF’s mom died, which was not traumatic for me, per se, but being able to spend a week with him was, like acquiring Q, a good thing surrounded by chaos.  Oh, and Z got his ADHD diagnosis, which has triggered some interesting realizations about the assumed neurotypicality of everyone in the household.  We are, in fact, that family who said, “But that can’t be a ‘disorder’; everyone is like that, right?”

I am exhausted, and my brain feels not only full but occasionally like it’s eating itself with self-analysis.

BUT.  I am here.  And I wrote things.

Stories/Poems/Etc.

Finished the second Exorcist story, and decided it did need to be mashed up with the first one.  I dunno, it’s still cuter than I like. 

Did the requested rewrite on the Teachout camel story, and got rejected again (I vaguely recall this as another rewrite request, but I could be wrong and can’t be arsed to dig through my email right now). I kind of think this editor and I have fundamentally different ideas as to what these stories are.  Keep this in mind as I get into future plans, btw, as it was a contributing factor.

Wrote some more TMA fanfic.

“And the Forest Sings of Secrets and the Dead” for FUCKIT, which prompted the best review of all time from Q: “What the fuck, Laura?”

“The Modern Eurydice: with Leto in the Mountains of Delos,” also for FUCKIT, which is probably my favorite thing I wrote this year.  I really hope there are more modern Eurydice stories somewhere in my head, because I loved writing this one and the first one.

Poetry:

“Elpis at the Farmer’s market” for FUCKIT

“4am, April 2023,” also for FUCKIT, the poem my husband wants to frame and put on the wall

Random bits and bobs in my notebook

I wrote three podcast scripts because I really want to make a podcast. 

Script one is a monologue type thing, continuing my explorations of ghosts and terrible mothers.

Scripts two and three are the first two episodes of a short series that adapts the not!Tempest/not!Mosquito Coast/not!Island of Dr Moreau thing I’ve been fucking around with for like four years now.  I think three more scripts and I’ll have the series completed, and then I can turn my attention to things like casting and recording and editing and hosting and posting and dear lord what the fuck.

 I started a bunch of other things:

The baseball/ghost romance novella, where I am trying out iterative outlining.

Some abortive attempts to find my way into my post-apocalypse cunning folk thing

A start and some notes for a gothic horror story that I probably will get back to in a while (watch this space in, like, three years)

Other Stuff

“An Oral History: The Dead Queen at 1223 Murchison Row” sold and came out in Artifice & Craft. 

I created my author website, which I’m still very pleased with.  Also did some blogging, but not as much as I would have liked.  Still, not sure when I had time?

Submitted things sporadically.

Kept up my morning writing routine, though it did have some disruptions here and there and the time got a little compressed.  But the biggest thing, I think, is that I kept going.  There was a lot of stuff going on in my life this year, and I wrote through it all.

Novel and Goals for 2024

Okay, this is where we get into the stuff that makes me nervous.

So the novel is on a second round of reading at a publisher.  This is taking forever, but the publisher has also posted periodically that they’re still working their way through subs, and frankly, I am entirely willing to let them do their thing because, as I said last year, I think this might be the absolute worst time to try and find an agent or publisher.  This is one of like two sparks of interest I have gotten for a book that a professional editor says is very good, so … yeah, we will let that lie.  Additionally, I’ve been reading some stuff from established trad authors who are also  having issues selling things, and I’m like … uuuggghhh.

Bearing that in mind … I’m going to start looking at and dipping my toe into self-publishing this year.  Guys, I am so tired of thinking about what an editor might or might not find appealing enough to publish; I want to write my weird little stories and have people read them.  I don’t even care if it’s just my friends and I only sell, like, three copies of anything.  I have long since resigned myself to never being a full-time writer, so while extra cash would be nice, it’s not something I desperately need.  (That said, I am going to be selling my work because it’s work, so.  But I have thoughts about discount codes and freebies, so we’ll see how it goes.)  I’d like to be able to hire an editor, commission covers, that kind of thing, though, so I’m also thinking about starting a Patreon to help fund those aspects of it, with rewards and all that good stuff.

So I can publish the novellas and short story collections, and if the publisher passes on my manuscript, I can publish the Teachout book and start writing the second one.

This is the scary part, though.  Am I too scattered to make something like this work?  What if no one has any interest? What about pirates (both cyber and sailor)?  Will I annoy people with self-promo?  Will people in my circle think less of me?  (Do I care about the people who would think less of me for doing this?) How will this affect my other writing?  OH GOD HOW DOES THIS AFFECT MY TAXES?!

I think I can do it.  I might ask y’all for cheerleading here and there.  I have a planner and Mr. Seldnei.

Every time I think about it and get scared, I think second Teachout book no matter what happens and I’m like … yeah. Yeah, I think I need to at least try.

So, goals for 2024:

FUCKIT subs

finish this baseball thing

Podcast

Patreon (?)

Self-publishing

AAAAAAAAAAA.

#seldnei writes things #seldnei is tired of feeling like a slacker #state of the writing #if i post it on social media i have to do it #encouragement welcome #cw: death

[miredinmiddleearth]

Rings of Power, Ep. 4 Review - *mega rant ahead*

*spoiler warning, though I don’t know the point of warning about spoilers in a show where nothing happens*

Thoughts on episode four:

1. Do I spy a sloppy mistake? Miriel’s outfits make no sense. Early in the episode, after waking from a dream, Miriel is seen wearing a heavily-ornamented green dress with giant pins on the shoulder. It’s stated that it’s first thing in the morning, and it is implied she fell asleep in her chair, not her bed. The next scene shows her back in that blue monstrosity of a dress that she wore the day before. Later, in the evening, she’s back in the green dress. This implies:

A. She sleeps in a nightgown that both features uncomfortable jewels and that she’s comfortable wearing in front of strangers. Unlikely.

B. Miriel re-wears an outfit two days in a row. A QUEEN? Just as unlikely.

C. Sloppy editing is sloppy. The scene back in the blue dress was supposed to take place the day before. 

2. Pharazon’s line about “cleverness is for men of small ambition.” Another attempt at depth that fall flat. 

3. Pharazon has a son now?! Just add it to the pile of discarded lore in the corner, I guess.

4. They did NOT! PLEASE tell me they did not just compare a visiting elf to illegal immigrants. Please tell me they are not making this fear of elves taking human jobs a real thing in Numenor. (Spoiler alert: they are). This is some of the sloppiest, most shoe-horned nonsense I’ve seen in an age. 

Let me explain: Men of Numenor eventually fall because they are jealous of elf immortality and prosperity. It drives them to be the best, but that only takes you so far. At the end, they’re still mortal. So they seek that which they can’t have, and it leads to destruction.

They are NOT afraid of elves moving to their island and taking their jobs. Real-world discussions can show up in fantasy, but they take subtlety and talent. These showrunners have about as much subtlety as the Witch King’s mace shoved up a human backside. This particular real-world debate has nothing to do with realistic motivations that would make sense in the world you’re stealing from Tolkien. Your pitiful little minds only look the more miniscule next to the genius whose work you’re appropriating for your own greedy desires, you slobbering little worm-brained sacks of meat. 

*deep breath to steady myself* Okay, back to reviewing

5. “Tempest in me line” literally gets Galadriel sent to jail, lol. More of Galadriel acting and therefore getting treated like an angsty teen/toddler. Literally sent to time-out. Also, more Halbrand teaching Gal how to have two brain cells. Make it stop!

6. That scene where Isildur is ousted from the ship. Let’s set the stage: Isildur lets go of a rope. Friends try to grab rope and fail. No one gets hurt. No problems with boat arise from this. Commander says he’s never seen Isildur mess up. Must have been on purpose. Immediately dismisses Isildur and his two friends. 

SO much wrong with this. 1. You don’t ask Isildur WHY he did that? 2. Absolutely nothing bad happened! He let go of a rope! There is zero reason for repercussions! 3. You purposely punish innocents, even though you know exactly who is to blame? Who writes this garbage?!

7. Intrigued by Adar. Would love him to be an elf mid-orcish transformation, but that would be far too interesting an idea for these writers.

8. One thousand percent positive that Theo has elf ears hidden up under that hair.

9. Rules of sound only apply when director needs them to apply (see scene where Theo hides in the well)

10. Is anyone else distracted by Disa’s struggles with the accent, or is it just me?

11. FINALLY we see an elf using elf-like abilities like incredible hearing. Place your bets on how quickly the writers forget elves can do this.

12. Yeah, I really don’t care about the romance between two made-up characters who have zero impact on the story. If you can’t tell if I’m talking about the two Numenoreans or the elf and the healer...yeah, me neither.

13. Conveniently cut away from Galadriel incapacitating a bunch of guards. Would take way too much work to make it look believable, and honestly, the one shot of her shoving a guard into the cell is already too ridiculous-looking.

14. Miriel states the other six palantiri are lost or hidden. Good grief. Okay, fine, ignore the lore that Elendil and his sons take the stones to safety. Ignore that this lore is upheld in the movies and now you look incompetent. But don’t have Galadriel reply that she has used a palantir before! How, if they are lost or hidden?

15. This show is incapable of SHOWING us anything. Cave collapses? We don’t see it. Dwarves trapped? We don’t see it. Durin risks his life? We don’t see it. Durin has a strained relationship with his dad? We don’t see it.

What do we get to see? Durin returning, everything’s fine, and he has a reconciling with his dad. I. Don’t. Care. Because. You. Have. Done. Nothing. To. Make. Me. Care.

16. Miriel is taking her people to help the Southlands. How the heck do they know the Southlands need help? Pretty elf guy and healer girl are only just now figuring it out. We’ve seen no communication with Galadriel about this. No pigeon letter. No vision. No beacons. We’re going to war without proof there’s a threat that exists? A vague Mordor drawing and a plan on a rag are apparently all you need.

Final thoughts: I’m back to being bored. Totally just remembered there were no Harfoots! Yay! And finally, whyyyyyyyyyyy.

#rings of power #rings of power review #review #rant review #lord of the rings #tolkien #jrr tolkien #the ring speaks #anti rings of power

[bluemoonperegrine]

Silliness

@vicarious-rebel and I had (yet another) silly exchange related to The Characters that some of you may enjoy.

Said characters are younger versions of the Moon Knight system and Jack Russell in an AU where life has been a little kinder to them so that Vi and I can then be kind to them or torture them for our amusement.

It started when I asked Vi the system's vehicle situation since moving to San Diego. Jake has a taxi, of course. Do they have another ride?

Yes, Vi said: a mostly restored Pontiac Tempest. I voted for the 1962 two-door coupe because IMO the models later in the decade are ugly. Vi said okay. 😂

Jake's the car guy. Marc's not, but his boyfriend Jack thinks that he restored the vintage car.

This leads to situations.

Here's an edited version of our chat. Vi's text is black. Mine is blue.

Jack did notice Jake's car [in chapter 8], but he was too busy wrangling the climbing mat, being smitten, and not jumping Marc to even mention it.

He should ask Marc about it at some point just so Marc can have another "oh shit" moment.

In his panic Marc will call it by the wrong model name. Jack: It's a Tempest. I remember seeing that on the car. Marc: Oh, yeah. Right. That's what I meant. Jake: 🤦‍♂️ Idiota.

Jake is passively mentioning some stuff to Marc so he can at least try not to make a total fool of himself.

If Marc, Jack, Robin, and [her spouse] Bri go out together, the latter three could make small talk about the car. Marc can answer like 20% of the questions. Jake might have to front for a bit. At the very least feed Marc answers 😂

Jack asks Marc to look at an problem with his Bronco. Marc: *panic*

Jake: (sighs) Fuck it, fine, I'll do it

Jake: Don't let him pay for an oil change. Dios, that's so easy. Just don't make out with him while I'm trying to work. Gross.

Jake: Yes, I can install new brake pads. Tell him to make [favorite dish] for dinner. Extra spicy

Jack (to an acquaintance): Meet my boyfriend Marc. He's great with cars. Restored-- Marc: *stomps on his foot*

#writing babble #moon knight fanfic #werewolf by night fanfiction #i'd love to make this a sitcom

[the12thnightproject]

WIP Wednesday

It's going to be a few months until I start uploading chapters (it's about... maybe 30% done?), but here's a snippet of the next longfic in the Tempest in Time series (first draft, final version will likely be edited a bit. A lot.)

“Dear me.” It takes talent to make the condescending words of a British butler sound like the sarcasm of an exhausted parent. “Am I to understand that you were selling yourself in the slave market on purpose? That does put a different face on it.” Mitsuhide nodded his head to indicate the red and black paneled corridor behind me. “My bedroom is the last door on the left. You may disrobe first, although I would prefer that you wait for me to undress you.”

Since my hands were still tied together from the slave ship, I figured he was being facetious. Although, who knows. Maybe he thought that I had some contortionist skills.

“I wasn’t exactly selling myself. I have a partner who was going to purchase me, thus giving me the opportunity to view the auctions from the inside, as well as create a back story for when he paraded me around the Nanban merchants.” Figuring that Mitsuhide had no immediate plans to untie me, I wiggled around until I managed to extract the dagger I kept strapped to my ankle. The auctioneer hadn’t even bothered to search “Kaya,” – apparently, they lacked the imagination to realize that even a kidnapped housemaid would have been armed. I tried to flip the dagger around to cut the rope around my wrists, but the angle was all wrong. After I poked myself three too many times, I stuck it between my knees and began sawing away at the bindings.

“For what purpose? You cannot tell me that Akihira would permit his daughter to masquerade as a courtesan.” With benign interest, Mitsuhide watched me reposition the knife after it slipped to a useless angle. “What happened to your partner?”

“I … don’t know.” Had Francisco joined the ranks of the disappeared? Would the Nanban imprison one of their own? As to the first question… was I safe telling him that Aki was missing? The two of them were, well, if not exactly friends, they were at least friendly. Or had been before I ruined that earlier this summer. Still…

Taking a chance, I added, “Aki is missing. Like your friends Toyotomi Hideyoshi and his fiancée. Frack.” The knife had slipped again. I bent to retrieve it, but not before noticing that his posture had stiffened when I mentioned his friends. Nothing major, and he recovered immediately. But, I saw.

“You might have better luck if you held it in your teeth,” Mitsuhide said. I guess his advice, such as it was, was all the help I could expect here. “Do you have a spy in Azuchi Castle?”

If I put the knife in my mouth, I wouldn’t be able to answer his question – which… I’m sure he had considered. I again repositioned it between my knees. “Actually, we don’t. You might have to repeat whatever lecture you normally give the castle servants and vassals about not gossiping when they wander around town.”

The dagger clunked to the floor and bounced out of reach. I refused to crawl to retrieve it – it would totally undermine the attitude of casual indifference I was attempting to project. Mitsuhide might intimidate me, but there was no way I was going to let him know that. “It’s possible they didn’t notice me. I’m very good at being invisible in plain sight.”

“An enviable skill.” He got up and poured himself a cup of sake. He didn’t offer to share but that was ok because I wouldn’t have taken it anyway. While he was moving about, I used my foot to pull the dagger back, and then, as he had suggested, held it in my teeth to try to saw through the rope.

It wasn’t any easier than holding it with my knees.

With an expression of near boredom, Mitsuhide pulled out his sword. “Hold out your hands.”

I did so, presenting the rope as the best target I could. He cleanly sliced through the bindings.

Ahhhh. So much better. I massaged my wrists and wiggled my fingers. I guess I did owe him some gratitude, even if he had ruined my investigation. “Thank you.”

He inclined his head but said nothing.

“I will pay you back, of course.” It might mean breaking into Francisco’s desk, but the money was mine anyway, so I wouldn’t technically be stealing it.

“Of course.” He rubbed his chin. “Do not attempt to sell yourself into slavery again. I might not be around to rescue you next time.”

His definition of rescue differed quite a bit from mine – but I wasn’t really in position to argue. “My back-up plan involves keeping an eye on a certain warehouse.” And perhaps scamming my way – as Katsu - into a job with this mysterious Shojumaru. “I doubt I will need rescue from that.”

I pretended not to notice the look of exaggerated disbelief on his face. When he wanted to, Mitsuhide could be as expressive as Aki. “You’ve been a source of chaos since we met.”

“You’re the one who just messed up my plan.” I was still on the fence as to whether I had needed rescue. “However, if I discover anything about Lord Hideyoshi or Lady Mai, I am willing to share information.”

If Mitsuhide had planned to make reciprocal offer, I will never know, for our ‘negotiations’ were interrupted by the sound of angry shouts coming from the ground floor of the building. Mitsuhide picked up his sword and turned toward the corridor.

“Lord Mitsuhide – stop. That’s my partner. Francisco.” I rushed into the corridor and called down to the lower level. “Francisco, up here. Don’t worry. I’m safe.” Then, because Francisco’s apt to forget his Japanese even in the calmest situation, I repeated myself in Portuguese.

Moments later, Francisco rushed into the room. His face was red and there were sweat stains visible on the shirt he wore under his jerkin. “Katsu. You are here. When I learned someone bought you, I thought, Akihira will murder me.” He paused and drew in a long panting breath. And then another. “I got lost and went to the wrong ship.”

Of course he did.

Note to self. Next time find a partner who can find their way from one end of the city to the other.

He was still speaking in Portuguese, so clearly his language skills (such as they were) had deserted him completely. I hurried to reassure him. “An acquaintance of Aki’s recognized me and purchased me. If you can repay him… and maybe give him a bit extra for his trouble, then we can be on our way.”

Francisco turned to Mitsuhide and executed a clumsy bow. In halting Japanese, he thanked Mitsuhide then held out his coin purse.

Mitsuhide ignored the money and looked back at me. “You are fluent in Portuguese?”

No, Francisco and I were just talking in Pig Latin. “Yes. Speaking anyway. Reading… I’m still working on that.” The Latinate alphabet script wasn’t that difficult, but it added another layer to translations.

“That being the case, our previous agreement is nullified.” He signaled for Francisco to put away the money. “I believe I will keep you after all.”

Keep me? How…? What? I didn’t bother to hide my confusion, so it was no surprise that he easily read my expression. “I purchased you and have no intention of selling you back.”

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen mitsuhide #fanfic #ten things I hate about mitsuhide #taming of the shrew #wip wednesday #ikesen motonari #ocapp #oc appreciation

[tealenko]

I Wouldn't Bet on it (Short fic)

I did this some time ago and posted it, but then I added 4 more pages and never stopped to edit it or post the new version lol

I ended up doing an Scott pov of my one and only fReyder fic, Do your Worst.

Anyways, here we are now.

Summary: Scott goes to Tartarus to look for his sister (Sofía), but the only thing he ends up finding is why she's so attached to the place in the first place.

Fandom: fRyder x Reyes Vidal (Mass Effect Andromeda) Words: 1205 Rating: Teens and up

Read in AO3 -> [link]

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Scott is the last one to leave the Tempest, setting foot on Kadara for the first time ever and, in just a few minutes, he makes it to Tartarus, where his sister is supposed to be right now.

She is always talking about the place but, now that he's seen it with his own eyes, he can't understand why. Everything is dark and dirty, and the main floor is so crowded that he cannot imagine how anyone is able to ask for a drink in the bar area. 

Although the amount of people may be the least of the problems there. He thinks, seeing that the whole place is surrounded by protective bars and cages.

He is looking for her sister, but he finds Liam instead, and decides to approach him to say hello and ask him about her location.

"Have you seen Sofía?"

"Yeah." Liam nods and points to the dance floor with his head. "Whenever you look for your sister, that's where you'll find her." He adds with a big smile on his face.

"It appears we are not the only ones looking, though." Scott says, pointing to one man situated across the room, who is staring at her from a distance. "Maybe… I should do something about it."

Liam looks in the direction that Scott's finger is pointing, and his smile falters a little after seeing who is on the other end of the room.

“Ah, yeah…” He says to the preoccupied brother, trying to add a comforting tone to his voice. "Nothing unusual. You shouldn't worry about it."

"He could have bad intentions in mind… He keeps staring at her.” Scott waits for the man to move or to look somewhere else, but he doesn’t, his eyes remain glued to his sister making him start to worry even more. “Maybe he’s planning something to hurt her."

"Well, I can assure you he has, indeed, bad intentions… But none of them involve injuring your sister. Without her consent, at least.” Liam smirks at his own joke, waiting for his friend to catch up with what he’s implying.

Scott holds a confused look for a few seconds before turning to look at the man in more detail, suddenly understanding the meaning of his friend’s words.

"Oh God…" Liam starts laughing as Scott takes his time to look at the unknown man in detail. "Well… Then he's going to be disappointed when she rejects him."

"Mmmm, yeah… I wouldn't bet on it."

"Why would you say th…" He cuts himself mid sentence, unable to hold his thoughts, completely distracted by the intense gaze on the stranger’s face. "Oh, man… He's really undressing her with his eyes.”

"Not only with his eyes, pal." Liam replies as he pats his back, surprised the two siblings haven’t discussed this topic in private.

"What!?" Liam smirks, unable to hold it after seeing Scott’s reaction. "No…" This one mutters, with his eyes still glued to the man, in shock with the information he just learned. "That's impossible. That’s… You have to be wrong."

Liam laughs now even louder than before, catching the attention of some of the people around them, including the one that’s been the center of the whole conversation who, after seeing them, starts to approach their position.

"I mean… I wish. But well, you're welcome to believe there’s nothing between them…” Liam adds, as they see him getting closer. “But I wouldn't bet on that either.” 

Scott doesn't have enough time to process that before the strange man joins their conversation.

“Not a betting person, Costa?” Reyes asks with a smug smirk on his face, already knowing the answer.

“Not when it comes to important things… Vidal.” Liam replies, looking at him very seriously, without any remains left of his precious smile.

“Important things are the best to bet on… The higher the stakes, the better the rewards… More things to win…”

“There’s also more things to lose.” Scott interrupts him, which quickly gains him his attention.

“Made a friend already, Costa?” Liam smiles but doesn’t say anything, wanting to see how the situation unfolds on its own. “Well, at least I hope he’s just a friend… Wouldn’t want you to be disappointed.”

“What?”

“Well… He’s been looking at me for minutes now, so… Unless your relationship is an open one, I don’t see a bright future for you two.”

“We are not dating. Just friends.” Liam replies as dry as it gets.

Reyes smiles at him, which makes him soften up his expression a little bit.

“Good.” Reyes nods and takes a moment before speaking again, doing his best to recover some seriousness in his tone of voice. “Besides what you may imagine… I do not enjoy seeing you suffer, Costa.”

Liam stares at him for a few seconds, not knowing very well how to react to that piece of information, finally deciding to nod at him and smile a little bit.

“And for your friend… I’m sorry. But I’m not interested.”

He gives Scott a pat on his arm before turning, getting ready to walk away.

“Wait a second…” This one tries to say, but Reyes is ready to finish the conversation and head to the ground floor. “What…”

“Sorry… In another lifetime, I wouldn’t even hesitate.” Reyes tells him, spending a long second to look at Scott from head to toes, giving him a radiant smile right after. “I mean… Wow.” To his dismay, Liam can’t avoid laughing at Reyes’ comment, finding it extremely amusing despite his animosity to its owner. Scott, on the other hand, remains frozen, staring at him, trying to understand everything that’s happening in front of his eyes. “But alas, in this one… I’m afraid I’m already taken.”

Reyes uses two of his fingers to do a quick salute and disappears as fast as he got there, full with anticipation as he heads to the lower level of Tartarus.

“Who the hell was that guy!?” Scott asks Liam once he’s recovered from the initial shock.

“Reyes Vidal.” Liams tells him, still shocked that, from everyone in Andromeda, he’s the one that has to have this conversation with him.

“And what does he have to do with my sis…” He isn’t able to finish his question. His sight focuses on what’s happening on the lower area, in the main floor, having direct vision of Sofía and Reyes at the bar area. “Oh, shit.”

“Yep.” Liam gives him a pat on the back, trying to cheer him up and distract him from the young couple talking way too close to each other to be just friends. “Come on, we should leave. There’s a better place on the port… I’m sure you’ll like that better.”

“Sure…” Scott agrees and Liam starts to walk, but he stays behind for a few seconds, looking at his sister's behavior.

Sofía… He tells her in his mind, like she is able to hear him. What on Earth are you doing?

He shakes his head a couple of times, ready to walk away, but something makes him keep staring for a couple more seconds, not truly believing what’s happening in front of his eyes.

And why haven’t I’ve seen you this happy ever before in our lives?   

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I'M IN LOOOOOOOVE WITH REYES VIDAL T-T I mean, I can't be the only one obsessed with the whole "you seem to be waiting for someone" back and forth they have during the whole game <3 Anyways, glad to finally post something MEA related… It was my intro into fanfic writing and I missed it quite a lot (hope to do more in the future)

#mass effect andromeda #reyes vidal #ryder x reyes #fanfic #short fic #post meridian

[morlock-holmes]

Asking as a German, where we have photo-ID requirements for voting, how do the US make sure the people who show up to vote are actually eligible to vote? I mean I'm certainly not well-informed on the matter but it seems to me that I could just show up, do my best American accent, and pretend to be some American acquaintance I know won't come to vote and then cast my ballot.

It's a good question, and the answer is that it varies by state.

In Oregon, where I live, we have universal vote by mail. When you register to vote you provide proof of citizenship, and from then on the state sends a ballot to your address, which you fill out, sign, and then return, either through the postal service, or by dropping it off at locked drop boxes throughout the state. There are also more traditional polling places open on election day, [EDIT: I lied, Oregon is entirely vote by mail. I just never bothered to check because the mail is so convenient] which in this country is a Tuesday for some reason.

Ballot return envelopes must be signed, and each has a unique number. The signature is compared with signatures on file with the voting office, and so is the envelope number, and then the ballot is removed to preserve the anonymity of the process before being counted.

You can read more about the process and requirements here.

To pick another state, you have Georgia: Georgia requires that people voting in person present one of several acceptable forms of photo ID from a somewhat eclectic list.

Given that some people might not be able to afford the fees associated with an ID, Georgia also allows citizens of the state to receive a free photo ID suitable for voting, if they can present proof of their voting registration and citizenship.

Georgia has early in person voting for several weeks before election day.

Georgia allows absentee voting by mail. Although you do not need to provide a reason for your request, Georgia is different from Oregon in that in my state all voters are sent mail-in ballots for every election they are eligible to vote in, while in Georgia only those voters who specifically request a mail-in ballot receive it.

In what I can only describe as a baffling turn of events, my reading is that the list of ID that must be provided to request an absentee ballot in Georgia is different from the list required of in person voters, and, if I am reading it correctly, photo ID is not required.

Here is the information on how to vote in Georgia and here is the list of IDs needed to vote.

Tell me if I'm reading that wrong but it genuinely seems to me that the absentee ballot is available to all Georgia citizens and does not require photo ID which I find very confusing. Hopefully somebody in Georgia can help me out. To be clear, these are not the only two systems at work; other states have yet other requirements and conditions. Particularly, some states suggest photo ID but in the event that a person cannot provide it they can sign a statement affirming that they are who they claim to be, explain what reasonable impediment prevented them from bringing a photo ID, and use that in combination with a non-photo ID to establish their identity. Wikipedia can provide a jumping off point for the basics if you're curious about the broad overview of which states require what, but basically they're all different.

This is basically never part of the political showboating around the issue, but a question that has come up as I've been researching the issue is, "What if you have a photo ID, but can't access it?"

In other words, suppose voting day is today, but on your way to vote you accidentally drop your wallet in the river along with your only photo ID?

How does Germany address cases where, due to unforeseen circumstances, eligible voters are unable to access their IDs?

PS - Honestly the more I research the more it seems like a tempest in a teapot. Given Georgia's universal absentee policies and Texas' ability to sign a reasonable impediment waiver rather than presenting ID I'm kind of not entirely sure what sorts of fraud are easier to perform in Oregon than they would be in Georgia or Texas. To me it sort of seems like they are making the process more complex to no real obvious benefit.

#voting #us voting law #photo id #politics

[black-emporium-exchange]

Pinch Hit #3 - kal_sharok - claimed

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Letter

http://docs.google.com/document/d/19HqUwZqaSYG-oUTnI-gcHwfUjPv2jTpVCMHyFCV2raw/edit

Request 1

Relationship(s): Jowan & Female Surana (Dragon Age); Leliana/Female Surana (Dragon Age); Morrigan & Female Surana (Dragon Age) Rating: up to Teen Type: Fanart Prompt:

miss surana hours!! i would be absolutely OVER THE MOON if you used my saulė (you can find her in the letter!) for either of these, but i welcome your own female elven mages as well. TREATS: open to both art and written drabbles! multi-recipient (sfw!!) is also fine DNW: sexual, gory and otherwise traumatic content (as indicated by the unticked E rating box); major character death, generic player characters, crossovers with other media, major canon divergence & au's not set in thedas leliana/female surana: i get very emotional thinking about them. there’s this very bittersweet sense of unity in being robbed of something together — leliana of a life she knew, at the hands of a woman she trusted, and surana of a life she would’ve known were she not an elf AND a mage — and recovering what was lost through one another. i also love the precognitive element to it (leliana’s vision of her at the warden’s side) and how devoted to e/o they both are. prompts: divine leliana (softened), forehead kisses, homecomings, rose gardens morrigan/female surana two formidable women, not quite human by thedosian standards. shamelessly inspired by morrigan’s “of all things i could have imagined, the very last would have been that i would find in you a friend, perhaps even a sister.” morrigan’s somewhat troubled affection-navigating skills meet surana’s saint-like patience. prompts: sisterhood, turning men into toads together, cheek kisses, lessons in shapeshifting, shiny trinkets jowan & female surana circle mischief! i see their friendship as something that began rather out of need than out of choice — since choices within kinloch hold are quite limited — a pretence of mutual care-freedom until it actually became it. i’d love to see something playfully-wholesome or outright silly. prompts: circle life, daydreaming, silver linings, shenanigans, spells gone wrong

Request 3

Relationship(s): Female Brosca/Sigrun (Dragon Age); Female Cadash/Dagna (Dragon Age) Rating: up to Teen Type: Fanart Prompt:

dwarf lovers hours!! would love if you included my own ocs (you can find them in the letter!) in either of these, but i welcome all fellow broscas/cadashes. TREATS: open to both art and written drabbles! multi-recipient (sfw!!) is also fine DNW: sexual, gory and otherwise traumatic content (as indicated by the unticked E rating box); major character death, generic player characters, crossovers with other media, major canon divergence & au's not set in thedas female brosca/sigrun there’s something about outcast narratives i find simply irresistible. i feel they both have this penchant for tiptoeing death, trying to see how far they’ll manage to get and finding reassurance (and further footing) in each other’s embrace. prompts: bandages, candlelight, consolation, danse macabre, sharpening weapons female cadash/dagna utter havoc — now fun-sized! tempest!cadash highly preferred since i feel very strongly about two alchemist-adjacents being better than a single one (dagna being more on the conceptual side and cadash always happy to oblige when it comes to testing hypotheses). looking for something humorous and wholesome, with a touch of mischief. prompts: concoctions, mad science, tooth-rotting fluff

Request 4

Relationship(s): Female Lavellan & Male Lavellan (Dragon Age); Female Lavellan & Original Dalish Character; Female Mahariel/Merrill (Dragon Age) Rating: up to Teen Type: Fanart Prompt:

dalish hours!! would love if you included my own ocs (you can find them in the letter!) in either of these, but i welcome your elves as well. im also open to seeing interactions between my ocs and your ocs for the platonic ones!! i don't mind multi-inq au for those TREATS: open to both art and written drabbles! multi-recipient (sfw!!) is also fine DNW: sexual, gory and otherwise traumatic content (as indicated by the unticked E rating box); major character death, generic player characters, crossovers with other media, major canon divergence & au's not set in thedas female mahariel/merrill i’ve been told this one doesn't have fanworks in the exchange yet! as much as i enjoy the tragic elements embedded in a tamlen romance, i’ve grown incredibly fond of romances that have this radically optimistic, even in another time / someone will remember us (forgive me for butchering sappho’s verses there) quality to them. and there’s no better suited for that than merrill <3 i’d love to see them reunited after the blight (kirkwall does hide many a surprise after all). as far as im concerned, you can’t go wrong with flowers! female lavellan & male lavellan siblings and every endearing quibble that goes with having one. ultimately, a slice-of-dalish-life prompt (i highly encourage silliness). alternatively, unexpected meetings anywhere post-skyhold — both older and younger siblings are welcomed as they’re both interesting dynamics. i won’t however refuse a possible clan-mate interaction between your lavellan and my lavellan either! female lavellan & original dalish character i tend to put a lot of folkloric elements in my elf-design and i’ve always wondered how other people do it! the original character can have any role within clan lavellan (hahren, weaponsmith, halla-tender, apprentice etc. etc) or a different one (possibly in an arlathven setting, logic-wise but not necessary) or none at all (a dalish ambassador within the inquisition perhaps?) i would love if the character were female as well (i half-forgot to type it in during nominations). again, feel free to mix and match between your ocs and mine if you’d like too!

Request 5

Relationship(s): Female Cousland/Anora Mac Tir; Josephine Montilyet/Female Trevelyan Rating: up to Teen Type: Fanart Prompt:

female knights and their miladies hours!! would love if you included my own ocs (you can find them in the letter!) in either of these, but i welcome (preferably) warrior!couslands/trevelyans of your own (i'd be absolutely delighted if they were butches too but it's another personal preference). TREATS: open to both art and written drabbles! multi-recipient (sfw!!) is also fine DNW: sexual, gory and otherwise traumatic content (as indicated by the unticked E rating box); major character death, generic player characters, crossovers with other media, major canon divergence & au's not set in thedas female cousland/anora court drama ensues! the idea of a cousland who’s been enamoured of anora since childhood and slowly worked towards winning her favour (since anora was promised to cailan very young iirc) honestly lives rent-free within my mind. im partial to a queen consort cousland for queen regnant anora (to much of fereldean nobles’ dismay), but im also open to the idea of cousland remaining a warden. prompts: ceremonial armour, coronation, tournaments extra DNW: mistress plots with anora married to alistair or anyone else female trevelyan/josephine ah, the fairytale couple <3 a seemingly unbeatable force of a trevelyan… stopped dead in her tracks over the matters of the heart. it would be nice to see josie taking some initiative too, she’s antivan after all. by all means, unleash the fluff! prompts: courting, chivalry, gentle giants

#be_2023 #be_pinch