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athina-blaine · 4 months

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Bloodweave Fic Recs (01/05/24)

Check out my other fic recs here and here!

Congrats to Bloodweave nation for 1k fics on AO3, ya'll are truly hopped up on whatever's going on with those hungry weirdos and that's just beautiful

When You Wish Upon a Star by Greenegem (G, 800+ w || Tooth-Rotting Fluff) Just a man in love wishing upon the brightest star of his universe.

Five Stars by Viela (T, 700+ w || Modern AU) “A more suspicious man might think you’re dating me for my Uber rating.”

cursed by aevallare (T, 1k+ w || Soulmates, Scars) When Gale Dekarios was born, there were whispers that he was cursed.

To Behold, To Be Held by illithiddies (T, 3k+ w || Established Relationship, Canon-Typical Violence) Astarion shuts his eyes as his vision suddenly becomes doubled by Gale’s, the image overlaid and blurred into his own until the two are almost indecipherable. But shutting his eyes only clarifies the vision he receives from Gale: Himself, shirtless and bloodied, standing before a kneeling and defeated Cazador.

Self-Preservation and Other Cheap Façades by bloodweaving (shipwreckblue) (T, 3k+ w || Sick Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Vomiting) During a bout of illness, Gale discovers that while Astarion may not have strong caretaking instincts, he does have experience.

To Hide it All Away by Greenegem (T, 5k+ w || Pre-Relationship, Hurt/Comfort, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm) Gale had been a series of puzzles Astarion couldn’t seem to solve from the start and he hated him for it. The first was a blight hidden behind a mouthwatering scent. The second, a hunger that sought to rival even his own. But it was the last one that most intrigued him. The perplexing choice of ornamentation on an otherwise clean slate.

In Due Time by illithiddies (M, 7k+ w WIP || Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Campaign Setting: Waterdeep: Dungeon of the Mad Mage, Angst With a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Slow Burn) Within the heart of Waterdeep, the legend of the Undermountain and its many dangers looms larger than life. Adventurers come for miles to partake in the garish ritual of lowering themselves into the dungeon below to see what riches they can find. What monsters they can best. It’s hardly an unfamiliar setting for Astarion. The overabundance of cocksure heroes makes it a prime location to find marks to lure back to Cazador. He watches the newest adventuring party disappear into the well. Out of the inn. Out of Waterdeep. A vampire spawn would hardly be missed among that crowd, no?

taste, and be consumed by TheEarlGreyAlpha (E, 2k+ w || Blood Drinking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Somnophilia) It was true that Gale had warned him, said his blood tasted awful. But caution had no meaning to Astarion, the immortal cat killed by its own curiosity again and again and again. What was one more life, in the name of discovery?

Home for the Holidays by troutsoup (E, 3k+ w || Established Relationship, Inappropriate Use of Mage Hand Spell and Hold Person Spell, Soft Dom Gale) After his first time accompanying Gale to a reunion of the enormous and overwhelming Dekarios family, Astarion is rewarded. Sort of.

Perfect Bound by positivejam (E, 4k+ w || Blood Drinking, Mildly Dubious Consent, Frottage, Wizard Hubris But Sexy) “Trapped? Oh, but that can’t be it," Astarion says, mouth dropping open as if he’s just noticed the binds. “I seem to recall you saying you had everything quite in hand.”

divine favor by Sinister_Queer (E, 5k+ w || Vampire Ascendant Astarion, God of Ambition Gale, Manipulation, Unhealthy Relationships) A century and a half after his Ascension, only one person left remembers Astarion as he was before. A century and a half after his Ascension, only one person left remembers Gale Dekarios. (or: The Vampire Ascendant summons the God of Ambition for a favor.)

You Into Me by ZiGraves (E, 7k+ w || Hurt/Comfort, Inappropriate Use of Tadpole Powers, Masturbation) Gale can shape pockets of safety amongst his spells of destruction, yes. But he needs to know where his allies are to be able to protect them, and Astarion makes it his business not to be seen. A solution must be found.

En Prise by positivejam (E, 32k+ w WIP || Blood Drinking, Oral Fixation, D/s) It’s not often Astarion sees his own hunger reflected in another’s eyes. And so yearning for a look in the mirror, he can't help but stare. With two discerning appetites, a deal to keep each other fed is the one thing that ties him to the vexing little mage. But then the proverbial collar slips all too easily around Gale's throat, the lead feels right in Astarion's unchained hands, and both men think they've bested the other in a game neither should be playing. In any case. As the greats say in lanceboard: there is no shame in losing to a stronger foe.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bloodweave #fic recs #i do my best to have a nice mix of all fic ratings but the E fics have just been on fire lately so [tosses up hands]#woe! pwp be upon you #is it really my fault when dnd offers so much in way of inappropriate spell usage 🤔#a true smorgasbord of debauchery

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gingkos-eldritch-secret · 7 months

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Fanfiction commentary and recommendations: Lex Luthor´s ascend from supervillainy to fatherhood Part V (chapters 21 to 25)

The Original story by @halfagone can be found here.

The previous parts of the commentaries can be found here:

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

We left off with the Joker free, Parental figures and vigilantes worrying and a legendary girl´s night. What could go wrong?

The answer is everything.

I´ll warn you now, because I´ll be discussing the things happening in the fic: be cautious about the gore and torture and visceral descriptions about violence here. I mean, it´s Danny Phantom and DC. So a little bit of this shouldn´t surprise any of us if we think about the subject matter. Especially because it´s the joker we´re talking about. But yeah. Even though I won´t be all to graphicgraphic, I´ll still be referencing these topics.

On another note: the social media part of this fanfiction is giving me life.

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Now we dive right into the first scene, where goodbyes are being made. Catwoman goes home after a night of card games and shenanigans and Danny sleeps on the couch squished between two hyenas and please could someone draw this scene? Because it sounds utterly adorable. Or has he slept earlier? I have no clue, my reading comprehension at 3 o´clock in the morning has never been the best.

Or well. Danny already has slept on the couch. Now he just wants to flee from a certain ex-villain who wants to put him into one of her old costumes.

Selina meets Bruce on the way home, who seemed to have had a long night of searching behind him. And still, as exhausted as he must look, she is still thristing after him. Power to you, i guess. I mean it´s the two furry adjacent people, so I´m not surprised xD

They also talk about the reason 'why' bruce is so tired and Selina finally grants him a small respite and just tells him where Danny was - and off the bat goes in the hope that he´ll find Danny before the Joker does. And that´s just the problem, isn´t it? Because when it is foreshadowed like this? It never happens as we hope it does. So, of course the Joker finds Danny first, but that comes later.

First Harley and Ivy´s place gets blown up, while Danny has been on his wa to Wayne manor. Does he go farther away from the explosion? Of course not. It´s Danny 'herocomplex' Luthor we´re talking about. So, of course, he runs towards his new friends´house.

And as hard as Tim tries to get there in time, Danny was faster and the Joker? He had already been waiting. They straight up drive into Danny with a van and pick him off the floor like a ragdoll before they zoom off. Not that it will do the Joker and his goons any good in the long run, but for now they´ve certainly succeeded in their quest for violence.

As the clown realizes that Danny is Luthor´s ward and not Batman's he gets the absolutely hilarious (not) idea of getting a camera. With the thought process 'what will Lexie do when the brat is being being broken and tortured on live camera'? God, he´s such an awful person.

Though I think that is quite degratory to the 'person' part of this sentence. I don´t know what I want to call the joker, but even monsters have more humanity than this. So then what is he? An abomination? A thing? A blight on humanity? Either way, he´ll get his comeuppance.

So the joker broadcasts a torturing session on live television. With Danny already roughed up from the … way he has been brought to unconciousness by the man and his goons.

Meanwhile good old Jim Gordon is feeling faint because. That´s Lex Luthor´s son. That´s a civillian. That´s a freaking CHILD being tortured. And he can´t even do anything to help.

The Joker gets some torture advice from the life stream viewers (and how much do you have to abhro a person to do something like this? How inhumane must you be? How much must you dehumanize the person being tortured to even get the bright idea to bring them even more pain?). And also just uses some of the nice comments for torture adivce. Someone compliments Danny´s eyes? Would be a shame if we took them now, wouldn´t it?

I think poor old Jim worries even more because Danny is so uncharacteristically silent. Not. That him being loud would be much better, what with the Joker being the Joker …

And Lex is just entering boss mode as he watches his son beng tortured on live television. I understand the man.

And the bats are just frantically searching for the warehouse used. One of these days they´re getting a heart attack from all of their regular adrenaline highs.

So while the Joker just gloats into the live stream and taunts the viewers he does not realize that Danny being Danny slipped through his bonds and took the knife stuck in his thigh out all the while slipping into the darkness to ambush the joker with a gun. He took out the camera instead and the chase? Was on.

It really is an action scene absolutely worth reading, but it ends with Danny getting a shot to the shoulder and Joker getting a shot to the chest. Of course that doesn´t stop our most hated abomination though. Oh No. He wants to take Danny with him.

And Danny? He has had enough. He just. Melts the Joker´s brain via eldritch form and that´s that for now. Until Jason bursts in and finds them and just gets Danny the hell out of dodge and into a hospital.

Though at first there´s Jason freaking out a bit at the situation because: how did that happen? I mean, I understand his priorities. Especially because Danny doesn´t look like he could pack a punch and the Joker seems to have died because of fright (though he also realizes that he died of blood loss) - with his hair turned white and his face a mask of horror. But the man who killed him is finally, finally gone. And while he ruminates Danny wakes up.

Jason realizes Danny knows it´s himself. He realizes that Danny somehow knows his idendity and while he wants to talk about THAT, he also sees just how horrible Danny´s condition is and wants to get Danny to agree to a hospital. Good idea, but the trauma is just. The trauma …. Poor Danny.

He´s still a snarky little shit though, because he instantly banters with Jason as he does first aid, horrified at the implications of Danny knowing how to get a bullet out of himself via FORK. Danny what the fuck???

So while Jason gets Danny to some transport vehicle, they talk. And Jason grapples with the inormation that a) Danny somehow seems to be able to see souls and b) has died before.

It´s kinda ruined by Danny telling him that 'I told you guys I had a heart failure. You realize that you technically die when your heart stops, right?` Never change Danny, never change. Now, we know that that´s not the whole truth, but ... yeah I can see why he´d use that as a shield. It is technically the truth after all.

So while the GCPD forces Danny into the hospital, Danny …. Wants Jason to come with him. Jason can´t really say no when Danny trembles with fear, now, can he? At least one of them doesn´t have to be alone with their fears for now.

Lex is on a more or less literal warpath as he storms into the hospital asking after his son. And he begins to immediately rip into Gordon beause that is his son. With a hospital trauma. In a hospital. And while he still doesn´t like this, at least Red Hood is with him. Better him than Brucie boy in any way. (And wow, that were many 'hospitals' in a short paragraph ...)

Danny and Jason talk and I think Danny was this close to fist fighting the doctors when they wanted to give him an anaesthetic for the bullet removal. I like the attitude and I know he did it, because those things don´t work on his weird biology, but still. The part of me is just so immensely worried it´s not even funny anymore.

Jason is doing an introspection about Danny and his pain tolerance, the reactions to hospitals and the scars and i think he just wants to put him into bubble wrap and keep him somewhere safe. i feel u bro, i really do. But as you´re part of a story, I seriously doubt you can fo that. We can´t from our past. Even if we desperately want to. Doubly so in fiction. Especially in fiction. I mean. it´s a literary device :')

Lex arrives on the scene and instantly begins to fuss over his son. It´s honestly sweet, even when he threatens the nurses and doctors present to sign NDAs or ELSE.

I also think Jason realizes how important Lex is to Danny when he just instantly melts into his arms and begins to cry, even though he´d held strong before. Nary a tear or reaction. But people do react differently with people they feel safe with.

And he feels jealous. Because he could´ve had this with bruce, couldn´t he? If not for the pit or his reactions. Or is it his own fucked up personality keeping them apart? I don´t think that Jason really knows anymore.

So while Lex thanks Red Hood for being there, Jason reveals that he hadn´t done much. Which leads to attention on Danny who´s basically like 'So I kinda maybe killed the Joker? *jazz hands*'

Which is of course the moment Batman enters. Now that can only go badly. Not that many things in this fic have gone well . I have the feeling that i say this in every part at least once and i DON´T wanna repeat myself so often, but. Well. Ain´t it the truth anyways?

So. Lex may or may not have dwindled in his opinion on both Bruce Wayne and Batman. And really, who can blame him?

One could not keep his son safe in the first place and the other couldn´t save him when the Joker got him.

Of course he´s hating the situation. And of course he´s frustrated with the people here now. Especially as Dick wants to talk to Lex alone as Gordon and Batman interrogate Danny. And it is an interrogation. Or it will be. I think that´s happening in the next part. And oh boy... It will not be pretty. At all.

Dick and Lex --- well the conversation certainly could have gone better. And they certainly could have behaved better in the first place, but …. Lex respects the honesty and the reasons. Honestly, Dick´s a straight up miracle worker in this regard. Props to him! He deserves a cake for that masterpiece. Seriously >.>

Lex not happy about any of them. Not in any defintion of the word. But he accepts it. The family is still on very thin ice for now though.

And Lex ....he now knows what other think of him as a parent. How they fear for Danny. Because a former supervllain as an adoptive father all of a sudden? People do not believe that. He realizes what could have gone wrong now. And that´s just painful to think about. Who would want to think about being a bad parent? What if Danny hadn´t wormed into his cold, dead heart? I think I´d have felt sick if I realized how close I came to being the same as the neglectful parents and the abusive godfather ...

He also thinks of how easily Danny could have been just another Wayne child instead of his own. And while he now certainly hates Bruce less, I doubt that he´ll like him either for a long time.

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amateur-ornithology · 1 year

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Well. That, at long last, was episode 7!

God, that was good. I don't think it's an accident that heavily featuring Amity seems to catapult an episode up my rankings – she's an absolutely fascinating character to see in action, and I'm intrigued to see where we go with her from here. She's already defrosting quite a bit, and we just got a big dose of interiority to her to boot.

Her developing relationship with Luz is also a joy to watch – Amity seems to be caught between genuinely liking her, being understandably pissed off at her, and a healthy serving of inability to form connections. Luz, for her part, is a joy to see, and more emotionally intelligent than I'd have expected. For someone who's been so bad at making friends in the past, she seems to be quickly learning how to balance her burning need for companionship with the needs and boundaries of others, and I'm proud of her for making the effort even if she doesn't always quite get it right. I'm looking forward to seeing where she and Amity go from here, and to what extent she'll manage to mess things up by crushing on her terrible sister.

Speaking of, Edric and Emira! God, they're awful. At times they honestly went straight past "fun to hate" and into "too close to home" territory for me, but for the most part they're pretty entertainingly loathsome. Big hints from them of the state of life in the Blight household, and Amity possibly being the odd one out of her family? It'll be interesting to see how that develops.

Alright! Thanks so much to you all for coming along with me again, technical difficulties notwithstanding. I'll be back for the next episode soon!

#the owl house #toh liveblog #tohs1e07

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hikari-ni-naritai · 2 months

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hm. oc L's

hikari - hikari's whole life is Ls. even when she wins shes taking an L. shes getting better but whew.

aoi - no Ls. boring basic ass bitch. stable. theres nothing wrong with her and she has no mental illnesses.

lia - modern lia took a huge L when her arrogance trapped her in a universe without magic and now she's spent 500 years in a paranoid state too afraid to move on until she knows she can get out of that kind of hellish world by her own power. original baby lia probably took Ls all the time bc shes the type to go up and stand in a dragon's breath attack to see if its arcane or divine or world magic, or some shit.

nest - nest also is constantly taking Ls. depending on the definition you could say her abusive shitty parents are an L. i put nest in my current dnd game and their entire role is basically getting the shit beat out of them by lamias . they actively chose to live in Fighting Lamias World like they ran away from home to live there knowing what it was like.

violet - violet took a huge L by completely failing her job and disappointing god and losing their favour. oops!

valyrie - does your parents dying in a fire count as an L? or getting kinda forced into being a church assassin? beyond that i dont really know what valyrie gets up to. shes taking an L when she dies of lung cancer. she takes an L any time she tries to flirt with . okay actually who am i kidding lesbians would be way into her unhealthy pallor and towering anorexic form.

dr marion - took a huge L losing her medical license by accidentally killing a guy with magic while trying to heal him. takes an L every time she flirts with rin who hates her.

cassidy - her wife died and now shes a depressed drunk deadbeat girldad going adventuring to """find herself""". plus she's the least accomplished out of her entire massive family. many Ls every time she meets any of them.

adela - literally made of Ls. killed by ancient heroes trying to save the world. resurrected by a god of peace and given a handler to keep her in line. will be smited by the light of god if she even comes close to doing Evil that's not expressly permitted by god. has big plans to escape that will never come to pass. dumbass awful woman who i hate and i love her so much

elyria - has elyria ever taken an L? no i dont think so. she is a fanatical follower of a god who hates her, but i dont think that bothers her. she flirts with nuns (and dresses like one for fun) but despite striking out every time its more the thrill of the chase that shes after. yes she inevitably gets killed because shes a blight on the universe but its fine! she would take it as a great honour to die in "service" to god.

#ocposting

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theomnicode · 2 years

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What it means to be a true monster? Cognitive dissonance and designs

Regarding this post of mine about how Saitama feels like he's a monster for doing his job, his hero work... couple panels to illustrate some parallels and a whole lot of more text than what I originally intended for it to be, but hey.

(Hello time to post long ass meta again just because my thoughts run away from me. Just the fun of writing meta mrite?)

So what do I mean when I say Saitama feels like he's a monster for doing his hero work properly?

The bloodied hand, hiding his left eye and turning away with a complete black silhouette while dressed up as a cop.

The metaphors could not be more obvious. Eyes represents the duality of human and monster characteristics, while painted in black and white is the representation of morality.

Tatsumaki puts it the best.

"I have to be a good example."

Of Justice Enforcement.

No matter how he truly feels like. To do otherwise would mean succumbing to the monster within. And letting the monsters win and take lives.

But in doing so, he's also piercing his own heart with a bullet. When he denies and hides these feelings and bottles them inside and only shows a facade, that he really doesn't want to kill anybody. Shouldering the burdens of the world because he cares and empathises too much. If he's to do his job well, he shouldn't be showing mercy to monsters. Showing mercy to evil means good people die.

Yet Saitama shows mercy to monsters like Manako and to Garou.

Bloodying his hands and wounding his heart, to do the right thing. Conforming to the role of a hero.

Nothing works in absolutes though.

Sometimes the monster simply takes the form of not showing kindness and support to other people when they need it the most.

And without that kindness and support, people succumb to their inner monsters. Or become victims of the allure of being a monster when it offers them a helping hand.

Garou following the voice of his heart, his humanity, depicted with his left eye being wide open, led him to reach out, become morally evil and have to sacrifice his life. He had already monsterized on the outside, but that part did not make him evil at heart.

Morality is how one chooses to act.

The disconnection between being evil and being a monster causes cognitive dissonance in Saitama. One has to separate from the notion that monsterizing is inherently evil and being human is inherently good. The dissonance causes him to both feel elation at the prospect of a good fight and shame and guilt for doing his job well. The end result leaving him feeling less human and apathetic. Bored yet unwilling to do much to change it. Generally being unsatisfied with his existence.

Defeating evil with his fists is what he wanted to do and protecting innocents, as far as we know about his true values.

But is he truly doing that if he's killing humans turned monsters from awful circumstances who simply weren't helped or if he is not motivated enough to go out and kill monsters that cause havoc?

Quite the conundrum and one he has yet to find an answer to.

The interesting part is how come he has managed to forget such an important, life-upending thing about himself.

It's not something people often forget, if at all. He's formed his entire identity around being a hero. I get the feeling it's not because of him that he forgot it.

Saitama came pretty close though, finding this answer he was seeking all along. By showing empathy for the blight of Garou, before it was ruthlessly ripped away by God (ONE) time traveling and changing the circumstances. Changing the entire reality with a redraw.

(Which is the best fucking meta I absolutely love it.)

ONE has always made it a point to empathize being kind. It is what he most values.

(It's not the stench Garou, it's the cognitive dissonance)

So what might be causing such cognitive dissonance in Saitama and Garou? And why?

Swap around two words from Gyoro and you get...

"Become the strongest Hero and together we will erase the Monsters from this world."

"I will realize your dream."

That...sounds like a very tempting offer for someone who has not yet realised the cognitive dissonance they are suffering from and disconnection between monsters and evil. Who's very identity was to become a hero to one punch villains and protect the innocents.

It is absolutely a parallel in their circumstances. And Garou became a victim of God. God wants Saitama to become his little pet Monster King and make him abandon his humanity.

Gyoro tells it exactly how it is. By brainwashing. Cognitive dissonance creates gaps in the heart to be exploited. For Saitama, that gap is the feeling of isolation and losing his social interconnectivity. He feels like he lives in a different world from other people because he chose to become a hero. The feelings of the heart that God already tried to exploit by killing everyone. By killing Genos.

Yet Saitama denied that notion in a spectacular fashion. At least, for now.

A chilling notion when we realise that there are metaphors for God having watched Saitama since he was 12 at least. Or two if you think that monsters started appearing when he was 2 years old.

(Drive knight has one eye design too, just btw...duplicious or idek merged nature)

(Come to think of it, Boros too...Boris = Boros? One can only hope lol)

Yet neither is easy to control and to be put on a leash, because they both have extreme amounts of willpower. They refuse to be held by the figurative noose around their necks in a chokehold.

The tie coming loose and tossing away his dark overcoat are metaphors for the point where Saitama became the Abominable Fist that turned against God. When the chokehold on him loosened, he awoke his passion for heroism and his morality changed. By turning against God's designs for him, which was to not care about this little kid with less than flattering appearance who just happened to be the HA's founder kid and being able to inspire other people to be heroic.

Saitama has greater intuition and empathy than most people, hidden behind layers, so using these tools, he would be able to become a true hero.

Saitama's very soul refused to be just unremarkable. So he became a true Hero. To fight against the true Villain.

(Also I love me some Undertale references, we love game refs)

#opm #one punch man #saitama #opm meta #opm manga panels #good and evil #monsters and humans #cognitive dissonance #opm god #garou #gyoro gyoro #heroes and villains #long #analysis

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doctordbd · 2 years

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I AM SO SORRY RHAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG TO COME BACK MWAH MWAH I MISSED YOU ALL PLZ FORGIVE ME BECAUSE LIFE HAS BEEN NOT IT RN. Love you lots

^I am doctordbd and I support this message

HEX: PLAYTHING

Warnings: rough sex, gn amab Reader, reader is referred to as ‘you’, size difference, sub Danny Johnson, Dom reader, manhandling, biting, overstimulation, size kink?, tall reader, big reader, reader has a Peter pecker, all is consensual, that’s it I think please tell me if I missed one.

Proof read?: yes but I may have missed some.

Tag list: no one yet

One-shot or series: one shot for now idk if you want a series I could.

Danny was known to have a lack of concern for many thing, his trials being one. He didn’t care about the signs like The Trappers “warnings.” Ha warnings my ass Evan would constantly fight with The Entity that’s how he got his scars. Now he’s talking about how The Entity “punishes”. Trapper would talk about it constantly.

On how The Entity would punish him for his failures and mistakes. How can Danny take Evan seriously? Pretty convenient for The Trapper to be the only one with hooks protruding from his skin although everyone else claims to have been punished by The entity. Tall tales.. yeah, thats all they were tall tales.. right?

Well you’ll be wrong. Danny didn’t see the signs because why would he? For what felt like hours of the entity’s constant warning had suddenly ceased you’d think Danny would find that somewhat suspicious? Well he didn’t because, why would he?

When even the most talkative and mouthy killers who were also failing recent trials became eerily quiet and docile you would think he would notice. Yet he never did, and that’s how he ended up here.

Here? Well, here was dark, cold, the air was somehow wet as well. His body ached, he didn’t know why so he tried standing up, only for chains attached around his wrists to stop his attempt. Chains? Dark atmosphere? This was sounding a bit to familiar.. Blight.

He remembered his first encounter with that humped back old man. Yet he clearly remembered of a dark room with the only source of lit was a candle. Here it was dark, no candle. No oozing plants or oversized syringes. There was nothing.

Now that Danny has fully adjusted to the lack of light, he can clearing feel a heavy mass on his neck. Trying to move his feet only to find out they were bound too. This was all a new experience. A new project most likely? Even then the room wouldn’t look so different from the previous one.

Although dark he could see the instead of a old dusty experimentation room the walls were made up of wet slabs of stone. The metal door itself looked like it was being eaten away by rust and decay. Yet it’s iron hinges stayed strongly hung on the doorframe.

Nonetheless wherever he was it wasn’t where he wanted to be. So he once again tried to free himself from his bindings, chains rattling at his weak attempts. Loud banging of chains assumably must’ve caught someone’s attention once Danny heard something on the other side of the door. He quickly realized that they were footsteps, and that they were getting closer. A shadow was seen creeping up to the door as it’s footsteps echos through the empty room.

Danny would rather die than actually come to terms that he was indeed scared.

The footsteps stopped infront of the door and remained idle for what felt like minutes, like it was contemplating whether or not to go inside.

Danny let his shoulders tense when he heard the metal door slowly open, it’s hinges creating a god awful sound. He turned his head from the overbearing lights that pooled inside once the door opened.

After getting used to the lights he turned his head back only to be faced with a large silhouette. The contrast of light made it hard to see who exactly was in front of him, but he could obviously tell that they were larger then him.

He didn’t dare move as it seemed the stranger had no intent of moving either, it was like a staring contest. First to move their eyes from the other loses, Danny could feel the eyes of the individual scan his body. It felt weird, for once in his sorry life had he felt like.. prey.

The individual shifted their feet causing Danny to break from his slight daze. They closed the door behind themselves and locked it with only could be a key. Once again getting used to the change of light Danny could finally see who he was actually in front off. He started from the bottom up. Their shoes looked dirty and the front of the shoe had blood splatter on it, presumably kicking a lot of bodies.

Next was their worn out tool belt that held multiple tools as well as medical equipment both of which were covered in old and new blood. A ring of keys loosely swing on the end of the tool belt after his captor let it go out of their gloved hands. Then they turned around, he was surprised to see that they had a gas mask on, filter hanging low as they fumbled with something on their belt.

Not once did Danny let his eyes wonder from them, afraid of what might happen if he did. The quiet individual finally moved and made their way over to him. Scaling him as now right next to each other Danny could finally see just how large they were. Not only were they tall but they were built like they could rip him apart.

Danny didn’t notice how harshly he was breathing as it seemed to have got worse the closer the perpetrator got but they did. You noticed everything about him from the moment he was transported here out cold to when you chained him up to this here wall. You noted how small his body was compared to yours. How easy it was to pick him up and take him to the dim room.

You squatted down to Danny, yet somehow still towered over him in a threatening way. Peering down at him. The mask covered all your features so it was unclear what your original thoughts were. In addition the mask you wore made your breath sound even more heavier as it was the only thing heard from in the room.

Without warning you snatched the mask right off of Danny’s face, the action too quick for him to respond to as his eyes widened. Gave you a good chance to scan his features while he isn’t passed out.

Danny turned his head to the side no words were said but it was clear he didn’t dare want to look you in the eye. Something came over you once he did, grabbing a hold of his face from under his chin you turned his head with ease. The pressure of your fingers making his face appear puckered, while his eyes remained bewildered. Strands of his dark hair fell in his face as he was unable to move it.

In your eyes he looked kind of cute. In a gross fascination you took your hand that was holding his face and ran your thumb over his bruised and cracked lips, Danny took the opportunity to once again snap his head away from you.

A gut feeling told him that you had took a fascination with him. So he had a chance of getting out of here in one piece. Which filled him with relief then quickly turned to worry. Yet he was too bashful to let you know exactly what he was feeling. He wasn’t going to just follow whatever you say just like that.

His puckered lips weakly turned into a snarl as he tried to match your threatening aura, throwing insults and slurs at you as you remained unresponsive. His attempts failed miserably but it did earn a low chuckle from you. It was deep and from the gut and it made Danny shiver, but he still kept his mean act. You brung your face closer to his and tilted your head in amusement.

Oh You we’re going to have fun breaking him.

You remained silent as you carry him down a dark corridor. A cold metal table was the first contact he had before he was freed from his bindings only to be slung over your shoulder like nothing.

The cold metal table was freezing when Danny touched it. Quickly realizing that he was more sensitive to the elements here then he was out in trials, soon becoming fearful of what else he could be sensitive to.

His back arched against the weight of your heavy hand that slammed him down onto the freezing slab of metal watching as his features contorted to pain and for a split second, pleasure.

Danny groaned as pain. The impact mixed with the freezing temperatures were too much at such a small time span, and yet all you did was keep your hand firm on his stomach area. Not moving but seemings to be watching his reactions. You didn’t mind waiting. The entity gives you as much time as you want, as long as you get the message across.

Danny tried to turn around to prop himself on his forearms only to now realize that your hand was keeping him in place. At this point he knew that his actions were finally catching up to him, he also knew he was running out of options.

So out of desperation he slide his gloved hands up your foreman sliding your sleeve up revealing old scars. You narrow your eyes and let out a disinterested grunt. Not really opposed to his little advance but as a warning to chose his next moves carefully.

He took your silence as an invitation as he continued to slide his hands up till he finally stopped and let them rest on the back of your hand, letting his head rest on the unignorable cold table, letting the words seductively roll off his tongue.

“How about a trade?”

His rough and raspy voice making it sound almost cocky, but it seemed to earn a different reaction from you. Clearly knowing exactly what he meant your hand squeezed at Danny’s stomach, a roundabout way of saying that you were interested and you wanted him to continue his proposal.

Danny groaned in pain has your fingers dug into his skin. On the plus side the fact that you still haven’t moved yet has to mean that you were interested. It was only you and him in this room so his pride was going to have to step to the side just this once if he valued his life.

With a shaky breath Danny lifted his knees so the bottom of his shoes hit the table top and opened his legs wide as if presenting hisself to you. Your arm was still in between his legs so you had a full view on what he was offering.

“How about it huh? Or are we just gonna sit here all day”

Danny would be lying if he said that he wasn’t somewhat surprised on how well you took the offer. You had moved your hand from his stomach and used it instead to turn him over on his belly, tearing off his pants in the process.

Taking off your heavy gloves you shoved past his mask and stuck two of your fingers inside his mouth. Danny was surprised but understand the assignment. Running his tongue along your large digits. Lubricating them to the best of his capability. Letting out little groans of discomfort as your fingers made his jaw stretch more than it’s used too.

After a while of watching the vulgar display you retracted your fingers from his mouth, a bridge of saliva connecting you two. Danny ducked his face onto the table as he was now finally able to breath clearly. Face flushed as his mask hung loosely on the side of his face only his eyes were covered now as his mouth hung open to catch his breath, drool sliding down the side of his mouth while doing so.

But his little break was short lived when Danny’s breath hitched as he felt you trace the cold saliva around his entrance. Teasing your fingers in every once in a while. The wet squelching noises becoming prominent as it was the only thing making noise in the quiet room.

You then shoved your fingers in quickly as to not let the drool go to waste as it proved an ok lubricant for your preparation. Danny’s back arched as he let out an sinful moan at the sudden penetration. Wasting no time you began moving your fingers inside the shivering individual.

“F-fuck.. Shit wait! slow down. I can’t.. Fucking take it!”

Danny tried to reach behind himself to grab your arm but was stopped by a jolt of pleasure that went up his spine. His eyes rolling back as you had found his g spot and began prodding at it with the pads of your fingers. Danny shot his hand away from your arm and instead grabbed at the table edges trying to find some stability as you began to thrust your fingers in and out of him at a rough and fast pace. Hitting his g spot dead on every time.

His legs twitched as his orgasm hit without warning. Danny moaning at a pitch that would make the devil blush has he came around your fingers.

As his limbs hanged loosely off the table you watched with entertained eyes as his back arched deliciously, he had stopped struggling. Your slick covered fingers exited Danny with a loud squelching noise.

Haven grown bored of foreplay you reach down to unbuckle your heavyweight pants. Finally releasing yourself your cock sprung free, throbbing as well as pre sliding down the underside of your shaft. You didn’t realize how “bothered” you were till you took it out.

You gave it a few pumps with your hand before letting fall and hit Danny’s backside. Placing both hands on his hips you slowly let the tip enter and exit him at a painfully slow rate. Tilting your head up as his walls squeezed around you so good it made your head spin. It has been awhile since someone was this desperate to offer themselves to you and you were going to enjoy every second of it.

Danny on the other hand was withering on the table, looking over his shoulder as he watched you take your time with him. You heard him tsk which knocked you out of your euphoria daze. Annoyed you lowered your head and leaned your body on top of his. removing your hands from his hips you let one of your arms snake around his waist in an almost embrace while the other seemed to be reaching for something.

Danny had no idea what you were doing till he jumped when you slammed your heavy mask on the table. You had taken your mask off. He once again turned his head to look up at you only for you to shove his head down in the table. Using the opportunity you latched onto his neck like a predator would do to their prey as well as shoving the rest of your length inside of him.

Danny let out a unholy mix between a moan and a scream of pain. It was too big. It felt like you were going to tear him apart, no amount of prepping could have prepared him for you. He didn’t even have time to even try and get used to your size before you thrusted out of him only to shove it back in. Hitting Danny’s bundle of nerves.

His eyes rolled to the back oh his head. He was seeing stars. You used your unoccupied arm to put Danny into a choke hold. Not enough to choke him but enough to keep him in place as his body was seeming to be prone to jerk around when you thrusted inside of him.

Danny couldn’t think straight. His senses were clouded with lust. With you. Ramming into him with no remorse yet it seemed like Danny didn’t mind as his vacant arms found themselves around yours. Holding on for dear life as you pounded relentlessly in his quivering hole.

The sound of wet skin slapping against each other was almost as intoxicating as it was alluring. Something about the way you manhandled his body into complete submission made Danny’s brains turn to mush.

His moans turned to higher frequency when you tightened your hold on his neck. You now becoming audible as you started to reach your orgasm.

“Haahhng ohhH Fuck! I’m- haa! I cAn’t”

Danny couldn’t muster a coherent sentence as the knot in his stomach tightened rapidly. Only broken moans and rushed please.

You knew he was close his hole tightened deliciously around you. It made you almost delirious. With haste you unlatched from his neck and sat up pulling his body with yours. His back now on your chest. You thrust upwards, hitting spots you weren’t hitting before.

Danny screwed his eyes shut as the knot in his stomach quickly came undone. He threw his head back onto your shoulder as his whole body spasmed in your hold. Legs shaking violently as he shot thick ropes of cum onto the table, even some landing on his chest.

He quickly realized that you didn’t stop your movements, actually gaining speed and power into your thrusts. Danny grabbed onto anything he could as he cried out from the overstimulation. Legs bobbing up and down as you kept him secure on your lap. Fingers digging into your skin as his second orgasm caused him to let out a strangled moan. His cock let out weak spurts of cum. Adding to the large sum on the table.

This seemed to have tipped you over the edge as your thrusts became sloppy. You once again latched onto Danny’s skin who could only let out a weak groan in protest as you rutted against him. Shooting your hot load into him. Clearly too much as some started to escape from his hole.

You give a few more small thrusts as you come down from your high. After a while you let go of Danny. Who of which fallen forward onto the metal table clearly unconscious from your previous actions. His ass in the air, his hole gapping and still leaking of your cum. Adding to the collection of cum, sweat, and spit that occupied the table.

It was going to be a nightmare to clean up but you’ve dealt with worse.

‘Not bad’ was your first thought as you took the unconscious individual to another, more comfortable room so he would be out of your way as you cleaned. Your workshop wasn’t meant for having guests over so you just took him into your room and let him rest there.

‘It’s sad to see him go but he’ll be back.’ You stared down at Danny’s body. Face covered in drool and tears. His neck filled with large red bite marks as well as large red handprints all around his torso and neck area. You traced your finger over one of the bite marks. It was previously bleeding but it had seemed to have stopped now.

His legs glistened with his and your juices. He was indeed a sight and you were positive you would see him again, granted this was the first time a killer offered themselves to you. Will he be the last? Your not sure.

You sigh as you make your way out of your room. Putting your mask back on your face. Tightening the straps on the back you made your way to clean up the mess you’ve made.

Danny woke up in a cold sweat. Looking around realizing that he was in one of Evan’s maps. He quickly sat up only to feel everything that was done to him. Everything came flooding back to him all at once. His cloths were back in tact but he could still feel everything. He tried to stand up but had found it impossible as his legs immediately gave out. Causing him to stumble forwards.

As he collides with the ground something falls out of his pocket. Wincing in pain he propped himself up against a tree and pick up the strange object it was a piece of paper but it had a key on it. It looked like Myer’s offering but instead of house keys they were a bunch of keys on a large metal ring.

‘Jeez at least take me out to dinner first.’ Danny thought as he sighed. Throwing his head back, letting it hit the tree.

Fumbling through his pocket he pulled out his camera, started going through them. Seemed like he is going to be here for a while so might as well get comfortable. And part of him wants to make sure you didn’t take pictures of him.

‘You’.. He never got your name. Danny slowly stopped hitting the next button on the camera. Closing his eyes he began to reminisce what happened with you and him.

Danny hopes that what happened won’t become a regular occurrence. But deep down, real far in the back of his mind he does.

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Authors note: finally done with this monstrosity, I can’t write a short story to save my life.

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gale-heart · 9 months

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It’s done. It worked. Kyranastrasz’s spirit was released, everyone walked away alive, and I think I’ve finally come down enough from my giddy, senseless relief and adrenaline to string a coherent thought together. In order, lest I lose something in the recounting.

I gave the reports of lingering Scourge forces far, far too little credit. I expected the same numbers we’ve faced from our skirmishes with the Blighted, maybe double at most, but easily compensated for by our having a larger team than before. I thought that time and freezing conditions would have taken the bulk of them out of action long before we got there.

Nope.

We got a flood. A sea of wailing bones and blue lichfire, and MANY towering abominations. One particular horror (the only one that I noticed, and gods help us if I’d been oblivious to more) loomed above it all, a horrid amalgamation of skulls and wing bones wielding an axe larger than my old apartment. If not for Roy, Neil and Salix pouring everything they had into our shield, I’m certain that one would have waded in and cut us down from the start. As it was, I had only a moment to question what the fuck was I thinking signing up for this before the crack of Remington’s rifle sounded—stragglers started breaching the barrier—then Taveth was ripped away from us on a meat hook and I didn’t have any more room for panic because everyone exploded into movement and I had to keep up. A second abomination and a swarm to keep us from Tav (I think Syl made it over there anyways?), another battering for me (no broken bones this time, thankfully), a storm of bones and bile and fire and frost and blades—only for the Scourgelord to CHEAT and funnel them full of darkness again right after we’d torn them down the first time. No choice but to keep going and bring them down again; Salix did a neat thing, bringing down embers from the barrier to revitalize us and keep us fighting, until finally they were broken beyond raising, the Scourgelord’s spell cut off and him reduced to ash by Syl (nice!)

A few seconds to catch our breath, then, while the Scourge outside paused on seeing the aftermath. I thought that we had it in hand now, that the worst was done (stupidly forgetting the giant flying fucker still hanging around outside the bubble.)

Then the dragons started to falter.

The Scourge rose in a collective howl, surging forward to hurl themselves emboldened against the barrier. We hauled back uphill to reform the line.

Vivistrasza fell first. The others followed.

Salix broke rank, rushing to his mother and leaving Roy and Neil to try and maintain the barrier.

I didn’t see what he did or when it happened, but I knew enough from Vivistrasza’s anguished roar and the flux of magic going still behind me. When I turned, for a second, it wasn’t them I saw. I saw echoes of a little fool, huddled over a dead friend in the rain, smelled smoke and citrus and copper.

I almost lost myself then—first in my grief for them, then in fury. I don’t understand it now, but I think, in retrospect, that at that moment I could have called power enough to rend the sky itself and bring it crashing down on the Scourge. I don’t think I would have the control to keep it away from my people, had I tried.

Somehow, it was Lucidre that kept me from trying. Underneath the shrieking undead, the calls and commands flying around our group as Roy fell and the barrier shattered, and the rush of blood in my ears muffling everything out—out of all of that, somehow one small whelp’s soft gasp of awe brushed past all the noise to catch my attention. A new pulse of magic kept it.

A joyful roar, echoing off the frozen cliffs. The spirit of Kyranastrasz rose amidst the swell of life radiating from his flower, and soared, finally free to join his brethren in the branches of G’hanir. The Scourge fell as one, unmade and sent to permanent rest by the waves of life magic. The reverent hush in the wake of Kyranastrasz’s departure broke, at last, when we heard Salix’s voice.

“Mother…?”

I kind of did lose my shit then. Not in the storm calling, death and destruction way I’d been so close to a minute ago, but in a weird, giddy mess of giggling and crying that—in all honesty—I’m still not completely certain has worn off. I think it had finally set in then that we did it, that our task was accomplished and we’d survived and Salix and Roy were going to be alright and (most striking of all, for me) how…happy I was, to be here alive, with all of these people, having helped to make something incredible happen. I think some people may have given me odd looks as I kept bursting back into little giggle fits all the way back to the ship, but honestly, I just felt too delighted about it all to really care. Motherfucker, we just helped to free a DRAGON from an eternity of corruption and unrest! I’m perfectly entitled to be a little loopy while processing that if I want to. Maybe I’ll even gloat a little later! Try and stop me!

Or don’t. I’m actually starting to feel quite tired and shaky after using so much magic today. Just let me gloat unchallenged, please.

I don’t think I shall ever tire of hearing someone say they’re proud of me. I know Rem said it to all of us collectively, but I am a part of that collective so I will count it all the same and let myself marinate in feeling special and accomplished and all that warm fuzzy crap.

I can’t believe it’s been, what, only a few weeks since this all began? A couple months, maybe? With how much has happened, it feels more like an entire year at least. I don’t think I’ll be going home the same person I was when I left, but I think, this time, it’s for the better. I feel…not braver or more powerful, necessarily, but. Lighter? Like an old, wounded, gnarled part of me has healed over with new growth. Like I can rest a little easier now. Whatever it is, I like it and I want more of it. I’d like to keep doing this—well, not THIS specifically, I’ve smelt enough abomination puke in one day to turn me off of fish for a month. I want to keep traveling, meeting and helping people. Repair some of the damage that’s left, if I can. Maybe once we get back, I can ask Fiona for some time off, pack my bottomless satchel and take off to wander the world for a bit.

But not yet. I still owe Myth’s headstone a recap on all the wild shit that’s gone down, and then I really want to stop at home and make sure Eoselle knows how much I appreciate her. Maybe I can bring groceries and treat her to a nice dinner.

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(( @fence-macabre ))

#character logs #ic #scales of eidolon #epsilon rp #fence macabre #guild things

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mirrordaltokki · 1 year

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Writer's Game

Writer's Game: First Sentences

Rules: post the first sentence of your last ten fics. If you haven't written ten fics, share as many first-sentences as you have.

Tagged by @theepicreboot

I don't have many people, but I'll tag the ones I do that haven't done this! Tagging @hawksongwrites, @dragons-bones, @punchelf, @wickedwildsurge, @gunbun, and anyone who stumbles upon this in the wild.

From top to bottom of my posting order on AO3, the last 10 fics I've got. Behold the sheer diversity of what comes out of my noggin. My it's a lot of isekai. Please mind the tags, as they may not be for everybody and I am very much a DD:DNE writer.

La Lapine et le Dragon - FFXIV. Rated E, WoL/Estinien. An AU erotic retelling of Beaumont's La Belle et la Bête with inspiration from the Epic of Gilgamesh. Featuring a Nidhogg-possessed Estinien as the Beast and the Warrior of Light as Belle. Multi-chapter, WiP.

The Dragonsong War began by man’s greed and ended by man’s ultimate sacrifice.

2. everything he can lay his hands on - FFXIV. Rated E, Erenville/Estinien. The saga of an irritated gleaner who just wants to go home and have a cup of coffee and the brat of a dragoon who decided ‘yes, this one seems good’ and just keeps on testing his limits. One shot, complete.

To be a gleaner was to be perpetually tired.

3. on a grave of yellow flowers - S and D Tier. Rated E, S Tier/D Tier, by nature of the fandom can be read entirely fandom blind. AU Hanahaki wherein D Tier has Hanahaki Disease because of S Tier. One shot, complete.

The masses dubbed him Nyarlathotep, the Crawling Chaos, God of a Thousand Forms, Stalker Among the Stars, the super villain that made other super villains look like jokes, mass murderer, a blight upon humanity.

4. let me treasure you - FFXIV. Rated E, Estinien/Tataru. One shot, complete.

He doesn’t understand how they can’t see it.

5. PF [Duty Completion] That One Meme - FFXIV. Rated M, eventual G'raha Tia/OC or Thancred/OC. The bulk of my life, the isekai fic featuring one FF14 player stuck in the body of her WoL, doing the most to try to change what she thinks are the bad parts of the plot and save the day. Results may vary. Multi-chapter, WiP.

“Left, left, go left motherfucker,” she hissed, knees crossed on her chair as her fingers all but flew across the keyboard, one hand still on her mouse to click and scroll as necessary.

6. Made of Star Stuff - League of Legends. Rated E, Viego/Reader Insert. Featuring a defined reader character who dies and is stuck with her soul in a pond made of stars and souls. Multi-chapter, complete.

It's cold.

7. Grading and You - My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia. Rated T, Reader Insert & Toshinori Yagi/All Might. Gift fic. One shot, complete.

You're pretty sure this isn't how your day was supposed to go.

8. Oops, Wrong Genre - League of Legends. Rated E, Sett/Reader Insert. Genre-savvy modern-day woman isekai'd into Runeterra, thinks she's got it but hasn't got a clue. Accidentally a fight club membership. Multi-chapter, complete.

This is, irrefutably, a spectacularly awful dream ripped straight out of an anime.

9. The Paperwork Has Paperwork - My Hero Academia/Boku no Hero Academia. Rated T, Aizawa/OC. Featuring a police secretary who is underpaid and overworked, hates the hero population for giving her more work, and idolizes Eraserhead as the pinnacle of heroic perfection for his swift and perfect paperwork skills. Doesn't hurt that it turns out he's attractive in person. Multi-chapter, WiP.

Heroes, as a whole, were the most irresponsible wastes of oxygen to walk the face of the planet.

10. I Want To Be Your Canary - Dragon Age: Inquisition. Rated E, eventual Cullen/OC. Modern Character in Thedas, where the main protagonist is a mage stuck in her own botched spellwork and turned into a bird-woman because of it. Multi-chapter, eternal hiatus.

They say that being a hero in your own story meant being the villain in someone else’s.

#writer games #ffxiv #s and d tier #league of legends #my hero academia #ffxiv fanfiction #fanfic #thanks for tagging me!

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truezero · 2 years

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OK TOH THOUGHTS let’s go (these are just in order of the episodes progression btw)

Spoilers for Clouds on the horizon below

-look at the collector being a silly little guy!! Love them fr fr

-“what if it’s all chaaaanged? What if YOU changed??” Dude

-“you can barely keep your human shape anymore!” DUDE

-ok so at the very least we know that they aren’t gonna make a new grimwalker while Hunter is still around

-but also Belos’ utter lack of care about him makes me :(

-Yeah Belos free the collector, I don’t think they’re one you want to break a promise of :)

-“you need to have more faith in pinky swears >:(“ the collector grows on me more and more every episode I swear

-I could go on a whole rant about why the shift from their initially just kinda silly behaviour (in my opinion) to truly childlike nature is what both warmed me up to them and made me very scared for him

-but that’s for another post

-KIKI GOT FUCKING DEMOTED LMAO

-I’m gonna punt her

-hidden Blight kids what they doing

-“Blights always uphold their end of the deal” FUCK you

-oh hang on so Odalia talks about “reconsidering her deal” with Alador and immediately moves into talking about how the kids should get more involved, does that mean that Alador has been convincing Odalia not to shove them into business work? I hope so

-HE LOOKS SO DISTRESSED OH NO

-I must say I am enjoying Alador’s gradual redemption. I like that he hasn’t been forgiven right away, reasonably so, but is working to be better I think that’s just a very good way to go about his character and I’m very happy about it

-ok scene change to sum up fuck Odalia I’m gonna crime her

-Dude I want to give King a hug so bad

-LUZ HAS A LITTLE PONYTAIL

-Eber is real funny lookin’ I love them

- AAA Eda seems like she’s trying to put up a brave face and I’m gonna sob

- EGG EGG WGG EGG EGG EGG THATS SO SWEET

-AWE EDA ENCOURAGING LUZ TO GO SAVE AMITY

- “bossy boots” 🥺🥺🥺

-Raine making a promise to Luz aaaaaa

-YES MAKE IT YOUR BATTLE CRY CAUSE PROBLEMS FOR DARIUS SPECIFICALLY

-DUDE Katya is so fun and also my sister is so gay for her

-THEY’RE BEST BUDDIES I LOVE THEM

-H U N T E R MY DARLING THERE HE IS HE HAS A NEW OUTFIT I AM GOING TO GIVE HIM A KISS

-HÉ HAS A HANDSHAKE WITH GUS AWE

-HUNTER BB NO YOU’RE MORE THAN THAT :(

-Gus using the thingy he nabbed from Adrian is so excellent

-“SORRY MAN” Hunter my beloved

-why’d they slide in like that gkdjdhd

-YESS Hunter jumping in to help Luz they are siblings your honour I love them

-THEY ARE ALL SO POWERFUL LOOK AT THEM GO

-LUZ GO BLUSHYYYY THEYRE SO CUTE

-ROMEO AND JULIET MOMENT WITH THE BALCONY MY GOD

-AYO flowers around the balcony??

-ODALIA FUCKING BROKE THE TAMAGOTCHI I’m gonna commit a crime actually

-they tried to burn down. The FUCKING factory. I sometimes fear the Blight twins just as much as I love them

-NOOO AMITY :( I’m giving her a hug too everyone is getting hugs

-Emira prompting Amity to talk about Luz,, I’ll cry methinks

-“I would say all that :)” they’re so cute I’m on the FLOOR

-THE FLOWER FRAMING RESEMBLES THE VINES AROUND THE WINDOW WITH EDA AND RAINE FROM TTBK

-LUZ SPINNING AMITY AROUND IS SO GOOD AND SWEET

-holy shit did the frame rate go up when amity said “I know”

-KISSKISSKISSSKISSKISSKISS AAAAAAAADJGIKSJDDH DISINTEGRATING

-c r i k e y

-They are such nerds I’m going to scream slash positive connotation

-AMITY MAKING THE SAME FACE AS BACK IN THE TUNNEL OF LOVE SHE LOVES HER GIRLFRIEND

-oh yeah everyone else is here too

-HUNTER LOOKS SO GRUMPY

-STEVE TIME

-ooh haven’t seen the elixirs in a while that’s slightly concerning

-HOOTY WEARING CLOTHES WHO DID THIS

-why is Amber the one piloting the ship she’s too TINY FOR THAT

-“it won’t change your voice, so try not to say much” that’s gonna come back

-EDA STILL HAS HER GOLD TOOTH I GUARANTEE THATS GONNA COME BACK

-oh god there goes her head I forgot she could just do that

-mmmm I don’t quite like that they just h a v e a sigil glove

-I trust Steve with my life but it is TERRIFYING that he can (is about to) brand Eda with a sigil just at any given notice

-why the FUCK does Odalia’s hair move like that

-Kiki looks so pathetic it’s incredible

-they are hiding :)

-AWE NO LET KING HELP

-THE COLLECTOR IS IN KING’S HEAD THATS PROBABLY NOT GOOD

-I do NOT like how even the collector HIMSELF is doubtful of Belos’ integrity I am so prepared for him to betray the collector (never planned on freeing them in the first place maybe?) and the collector to go NUTS

-maybe that’s how we get collector!Luz? They team up because the collector feels betrayed and they’re like “Y’know what we do not like each other but this puritan bitch has to go”

-is king getting kidnapped with a trail of hex mix I swear to god

-The music is always so peppy when we get a new Blight product that dichotomy of sound and what’s actually happening is AWESOME

-SNORSEPOWER

-Snorses :)

-dude Kikimora just getting fucking picked up is so funny

-“IM TALLER THAN E V E R Y O N E” she’s so unhinged oh my god

-she’s going to kill someone with that

-and I have no idea if it’s going to be on purpose or not

-WHY THE FUCK IS THERE A RAT THAT LOOKS LIKE ALADOR

-is that his palisman

-I’m gonna start a riot if that’s his palisman

-I don’t even mean it negatively just fucking RAT

-Hunter trying to trick Odalia has no right being as funny as it is

-Dude how did Odalia not notice the abomination-purple hair poking out of one of those masks

-stop calling his voice annoying :(

-“sOrrY mAn” coven scout noooo

-AYO every one of the wild witches in this scene look awesome why are these designs so jammin’

-ok good King didn’t get kingnapped

-King hanging out with Alador? Not what I expected but I’ll gladly take it

-how is Odalia still running a business dude you can’t just fire HALF A TEAM and expect the same work rates

-I hate her

-she’s literally a toxic store manager but a million times worse

-GIRL GIVE YOUR HUSBAND A WEEKEND OFF WHAT THE FUCK

-“sounds like I joined the wrong coven” does mans not get LUNCH BREAKS??

-THE WIND BLOWING AFTER KING MENTIONED NEVER MEETING HIS DAD

-IS THE TITAN TEYING TO GIVE HIM A LITTLE PUSH ON THE SWING

-SCREAMING

-dude did Alador make that swingset for the kids??? It’s very abomination-y so it doesn’t seem unlikely

-I hope so that’s so cute

-“I’m gonna spend more time with my kids. Get to know them.“ SOBS

-oh fuck he knows now

-“I’m tired of all this draaama” I’m going to kill you

-AWE AMITY DEFENDING LUZ LOOK AT HER STANDING UP TO HER MOM I’M SO PROUD OF HER

-“oh no, no, that won’t do” dude she’s literally acting like Luz is like,,, a fashion choice or an object she’s so yuckyyyy

-YESSS GO AMITY SHE’S SO POWERFUL

-STOP HUNTER LOOKS SO SCARED AT KIKI THREATENING TO BRING HIM TO BELOS

-all the more reason for me to punt her

-“The Emperor has eyes everywhere” THERE BETTER NOT BE A TRAITOR I SWEAR TO GOD

-I really hope it’s just the collector watching through King and not a traitor

-oh fuck they plotting

-GO AMITY HELL YEA SHE IS UNBELIEVABLY POWERFUL

-“IT WAS THE POWER OF SCIENCE” what a nerd

-WHAT THE FUCK SHE KNEW ALREADY

-ODALIA IS SO SO ICKY

-G O D

-bro Amity gets her red-faced trait from her dad that’s kinda cute

-THANK YOU ALADOR FOR REALIZING YOUR WIFE IS SHIT

-I forgot how oracles fight that’s pretty sick

-WAITWAIT LUZ DID THE HUNTER TELEPORT

-THAT’S NOT NORMAL

-ARE THEY ILLUSIONED AS EACH OTHER

-ok “Hunter” blowing a raspberry at Kiki they’re definitely illusioned as each other

-“Hunter” did Luz’s classic little lip curl

-I will now be pointing out every detail that is proving this until either they switch back or I am proven wrong

-“LUZ” HAS A TOOTH GAP

-I REPEAT

-TOOTH GAP

-also both of them aren’t talking much did Steve not say illusions can’t change voices 👀

-Ok so Luz’s plan was definitely to illusion them as each other for some reason yea

-unfortunately, the jet pack did indeed work

-NO ODALIA LETS NOT GET BACK TO BUSINESS I AM GOING TO BITE YOU

-YES GO AMITY CUT HER OFF

-mmm Odalia calling amity “princess” just really gave me the icks I Do Not Like

-AYO Alador can pack a fuckin punch his eyes went purple and everything

-“Also, I quit” DIVORCE ARC

-“I’ve been meaning to find a new competent business partner anyway” Odalia that’s your fucking HUSBAND. Who you are MARRIED TO

-this slightly implies that she married him purely for business and that’s just :(

-and off into the mist she goes

-bye bye bitch I hate youuuu

-damn even Alador is scared of Odalia

-Gus is still holding an illusion even though the fight is over 👀 👀

-DUDE I FUCKIN CALLED IT

-THERE HE IS

-HE LOOKS SO DISTRESSED HE IS NOT USED TO KINDNESS FROM ADULTS ALSO HE IS NOT IN FACT LUZ

-oh no

-OH NO

-OK SO LUZ GOT HERSELF CAUGHT AS HUNTER ON PURPOUSE

-WOW THATS NO GOOD

-FUCKING CLIFFHANGER GOD DAMN IT

FINAL THOUGHTS

Very good episode 8.5/10 Hootys from me

#the owl house #toh #toh season 2 #toh spoilers #toh hunter #toh luz #emperor belos #toh lumity #toh the collector #more characters to be tagged but I don’t feel like it lmao

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skyward-heir · 2 years

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some thoughts, because i need to purge myself:

i wish we could see a more morally complex world, them being pirates and all. not saying it isn't, but narratively it seems we're too limited to Stede's sanitized (dare i say, romantic) version of piracy: one where you can afford not to kill others—need not cast away parts of yourself—in order to survive, where your reputation isn't relevant because you don't need to board vessels for loot. protagonist-centered morality isn’t necessarily bad, but it'd be nice if s2 could change that a bit, what with Stede finally getting the "it's not about you" treatment. and please more female characters 🙏🏻

Oluwande, my beloved, i wish i was this cool. i just, i'm in awe at his common sense, his cuteness, his empathy! taking no shit from anyone! ahhhhh

congrats to Jim for having actually intelligible Spanish, for once, in an English-speaking production. i'm a native speaker (greeting from Argentina!), but my gods, why productions usually make it so hard to understand the designated Spanish-speaking character? (i know, expose yourself to other dialects outside your own, but like, sound mix teams do your job i beg you)

no thoughts, just... Frenchie 💖

didn't care at first for Lucius (might've been the sideburns i'll admit ajslkjk), but having the emotional braincell in this ship made me really like him

neither did i care for Stede, but like ✨ character development ✨ and gods he's great. love him. hopefully, the narrative will continue to push the whole 'be a little less self-centred my guy' thing. also i'd like for him to interact more with people who aren't Ed (and Ed with people who aren’t Stede). look i love their scenes together, but it'd be nice to see them outside the romance angle y'know?

Ed, honey, love you but please grow a beard again. it looks so good! anyway, been reading meta/headcanons on his Ambiguous Disorder™ and who he "really" is, but i think the outfit invites a comparison to... Road Warrior. in a world of nightmarish seas roads where "only those mobile enough to scavenge, brutal enough to pillage, would survive" and pirates gangs "took over the highways ready to wage war for a tank of juice", ordinary men like Max (a cop scared that he was beginning to enjoy the rat circus, only a badge saying he's a good guy) are "battered and smashed". despite taking his revenge, Max is the shell of a burn-out, desolate man, haunted by the demons of his past, who wandered out to a blighted place and learned to live again. (and that's like the intro only.) anyway, he lives in the wasteland, helping out only when it suits him, uninterested in companionship or a chance to rebuild his life. ("come with us." / "what are you looking for out there? [...] there is a better way!" → "i never get involved") yet there is kindness: even when he's lost everything, he can still reclaim his humanity. so where am i going with this? no idea. maybe it's about Ed being a legend, about struggling with trauma but surviving no matter what, about choosing solitude, about enjoying the violence, about atonement. that he needs to acknowledge forging himself in fire and blood, instead of handwaving it. (...also the outfit is mmgh 🤤)

how could i not sympathize with Izzy when he's out there living a Greek tragedy, victim of his own hubris, destined to fail and realize all too late he's only got himself to blame. that he's superfluous, unneeded in any way or form... least of all by Ed. ("i need you here"? where was that sentiment after the duel?) because they're not even friends, if Ed's to be believed. at "stages of fucking each other over" and all that. could there be more to their 'dysfunctional love' than the Intricate Rituals™? if so, the self-sabotage is all on him, isn't it? and no matter how 'deeply in love' Izzy is, he'll have to admit defeat to the man who's bested him in every single way that matters, who loathed him—and rightly so everyone would tell him—at first sight. (if he even lives until that point. alternatively, he'll have to fuck off for good so everyone can live happily ever after.) to admit that whatever he and Ed have matters so little that being maimed while he's completely vulnerable is acceptable. so, yeah, kinda tragic. i'd love a redemption arc for Izzy. like if the repressed white dude with far more privilege, who is consistently bad at not really seeing beyond his own needs unless someone calls him out, can change for the better, why can't Izzy? (something something palatable forms of trauma, something something Die For Our Ship at play, something something Steddyhands please askjlskj)

all three of them (Stede, Ed, and Izzy) i love precisely because they're flawed so i just can't understand the necessity of certain fans to reduce three-dimensional characters to 'never did anything wrong' while demonizing the other, instead of accepting it takes two to tango, as they say

#ofmd #meta #our flag meets death #ofmd meta #oluwande boodhari #jim jimenez #frenchie #lucius spriggs #stede bonnet #edward teach #izzy hands #(guess who watched the series for the first time two weeks ago)#skyward-tags #alternatively the guy he's loved for years decides to assault him #or guy puts 'jilted wife' in his place and no one bats an eye bc he 'enjoyed' it #wait that's not how it's supposed to be read as?

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chocolatemilksmoothie · 2 years

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Clouds on the Horizon

aka

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ahem, I mean, let's go

the Collector and Belos don't seem to like or trust each other at all, even though or maybe because lmao they've worked together for centuries

"what if it's all changed? what if you've changed?" both true, Belos is gonna hate 2022 even more than we do. also he'll catch every virus and illness known to man

I LOVE the way this little bastard is animated

he doesn't want to make another grimwalker until "dealing with the current one" ugh

I'm wondering if it's just because he doesn't want the trouble of two at the same time or because he needs... parts from the previous one. one of the ingredients were bones from the original but it could also be that he uh, "recycles" them. ya know?

kikimora is a whole disaster huh

Blight siblings my beloveds

Odalia my despised

the language of loooove aw

Lily and Hooty being chaotic we love to see it

"you may be a titan but you're still a little guy" aw he wants to be useful

"Belos made sure we all have... replacements" oh I do NOT like that

using the curse to corrupt the spell is clever and makes sense but also... this all feels so risky

we don't know by the end if Eda actually got the sigil for sure, so we'll have to wait. Raine seemed very hesitant

Lilith volunteering to do it seems important. I wonder if she'll try to switch with Eda, since she is there dressed as a scout

Hooty did wear clothes after all

Darius and Eber's plan: we may kill some people but hey, at least we stop this guy. flawless :)

Eda keeps talking like it's the end and I agree with King, she needs to stoppppp it hurts me

AN EGG I LOVE IT I'm sad we still don't know what her palisman will be, I assume it'll hatch next week, but that is so perfect. they get to choose, and whatever it is, it'll be the perfect match for her

or should I say, the perfect hatch!! heh? I'm hilarious

Eda supporting Luz and Amity's romantic adventures I love her

"tell Bossy Boots I said yooo" lmao

sobs I LOVE THIS FAMILY

I know Raine will do anything to keep their promise, but that's what scares me too

Raine annoying Darius with the CATs name is everything to me <3

"Titan help us" "I'll... do my best" god he is feeling so much

Hexside trio reunion !!!!! thank u for the serotonin

+ Hunterrrr my son made friends :') he's so awkward but making progress

and he got new clothes and a shower thank you

a little sad we didn't get to see Darius and Hunter interacting but it's good to know they've been in contact and we're all in the same page here

so yes, he hasn't told them about the grimwalker thing, that makes sense. I hope he gets to talk about it on his own terms rather than have it revealed by Belos or something, ugh

Gus using that little spyglass like a BADASS go my boy

"SORRY MAN" he is so funny

not the going up the balcony with the flowers romance is SO alive right now

Odalia broke the little tamagotchi I will end her

grounded for arson, I'm impressed

I like that Amity trusts her dad to listen and believe them, but not her mom. they are not quite the same

the twins being like oh look who's here :) hehe let her finish this is cute

oh to have the most mundane, slice of life date ever with your cool witch girlfriend

KISS I AM SOBBING

the animationnnn the love

listen when I saw them hug I was like will they will they will they? nah they probably won't let them and then BAM

Eda seems to be in far better spirits than before finding out about the rebellion which makes sense, but also she's most likely putting on a facade of confidence with all the jokes and such hmm

she has accepted the curse as a part of her forever, which I like since it fits the chronic illness angle the story has given it. and hey, she still has glyphs if all goes wrong. I hope

Steve was extra serious this whole episode it made me uneasy

that creepy connection King and the Collector have is terrifying

he seems so much like a lonely child. a powerful, chaotic, dangerous child

snorse power, HA

why does that rat look like Alador? a cosplayer rat??

"I'm an asset gal myself" I would die for Willow

those wild witches are all so pretty! am I crazy or are they based on the cast and crew? nice

Alador and King bonding was not what I was expecting but honestly I loved it ahaha

seems the Blights' relationship is more of a business partnership where she is the unreasonable boss. checks out

things are gonna change after the Day of Unity indeed, sir...

I've been waiting for a shot with all 5 of them LOOK AT THIS TEAM WITH ALL THEIR NEW OUTFITS AND HAIRSTYLES THEY'RE PERFECT

"we'll find you a new girlfriend" I love that she is horrible but still draws the line at homophobia, we don't need that here

so, Belos and everyone seem to know about the CATs. Does this mean... there's a traitor??? or were they just discovered?? oh god either way this is not good

"was it the power of believing in myself?" "NO" why did that take me out

unbothered

the way Alador blushes like Amity when they get angry. yes

she feels justified and like she's doing them all a favor, she wants to stay in control

very cool to finally see an oracle witch in action! even if I want her to lose

I noticed "Luz" did Hunter's quick warp thing to shield Willow and was confused, it felt too intentional. very nice

also add one to the counter of Hunter instinctively protecting people. he does that a lot

I am devastated this wasn't actually Hunter but this is so On Brand for Luz I love her very much

Gus an absolute icon for keeping up that illusion for so long while also kicking ass

"the jetpack actually works!!! :) oh, the jetpack actually works :("

very badass of Alador to destroy his own work and quitting his marriage job

Luz thought of a way to kill two birds with one stone: protecting Hunter by keeping him away from Belos, and helping Eda by being taken to her. But now she's alone heading directly to the emperor

she is so selfless but girllll be safe

she still has her palisman egg and her glyphs of course

and so we end with this ominous shot

what is it with second to last episodes and the blood moon lately? and the way both matched the recent blood moon eclipse is pretty wild ngl

so I assume Amity, Willow, Gus, Hunter, King and Alador will head to the uh, the head, but they'll get there later. hopefully not too late

though I am scared for King being anywhere near there given the whole thing with the Collector... oh, next week will be INSANE

It'll be sad to say goodbye to the Owl House for the time being, but I know it'll deliver a crazy season finale. oof, can't wait

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♫ for ellis!

allies or enemies - the crane wives

[ the words I speak are wildfires and weeds / they spread like some awful damn disease / I swear I didn’t mean what I said / I swear I didn’t mean it ] [ Remember when I could tell you not to smile when you were mad? / And you would always crack, and we’d both be laughing in the end / Now you’re not so quick to forget ] [ I’ll admit I’ve had my doubts / But I want to be let in not out ] [ All is fair in love and war / but I can’t fight with you anymore / this will be the death of me ]

this song specifically makes me think of ellis & astoria during the blight. ellis is holding a grudge because he feels betrayed & lied to. he finds out the girl he loves was witholding a huge secret from him, shaking up his perception of her entirely & so he lashes out. he's rearing up for some kind of war between them while fighting the draw he's always felt towards her, the love that isn't going to go away with a little bit of hurt. ellis can't decide if he wants to hate her or love her, but he knows it's not the same & that is scary to him. she's a constant that has always been in his life, his favorite person. he wants to share candy & coffee & dreams with her but fo the first time he wonders if she is going to be his future.

he's petty & often spiteful but there are still these moments where they indulge in being known, in knowing one another, they slide back into that old familiarity but ellis fights it every step of the way. there are moments where he conflicts himself beause it feels better to be comfortable until it's not anymore. until he remembers she is a mage, until he remembers she is someone she never showed him. so there is this sense of familiarity that he fights because he thinks they are starting from scratch when in reality they know one another better than anyone else in the party ( aside from his sister, of course ) He yearns for that time when she could look at him & he'd crack a smile while he cannot look her in the eyes without feeling conflicted.

distance - ajj

[ And I know this won't last forever / But god damn it, it feels like forever / Since we've been together / Till we'll be together again ][ And it's harder to be yourself / Than it is to be anybody else / I wish that I were someone closer to you ]

ellis imposes distance between them during the blight & then wallows in the feelings that come with that. his actions have consequences & the consequence is that he keeps astoria at arm's length, while yearning for a time that has already past. there is an overhanging sense of dread, uncertaintly, panic. all while juggling his blooming feelings for morrigan, who he percieves as walking rebellion which is so alluring to him. he opts to be with someone he doesn't really know when again, the person who knows him best is right in front of him. the person that loved him already when he is aching for that love. but he is actively denying himself that comfort because he wont let go of his grudge. he wont stop wallowing. that's what i feel this song really touches on for them in my mind i know.

also it's worth noting that he looks at her as though she's betrayed him when she was protecting herself the way she had to. he would have been a liability, he would have probably gotten her in trouble by not keeping his damn mouth shut about her secrets. he wallows, goes through the motions, does what he has to in order to survive but it doesn't quite feel right. there is the lurking sense that they might re-establish trust (subconsciously he knows he is not gonna live without her in his life ) but there is still this sense of dread, time passing slowly, loneliness even when he's not alone.

he projects the trust he wants to have in astoria into morrigan. he then proceeds to eat shit about it & complain about how it tastes.

us & them - pink floyd

[ Us and them / And after all / We're only ordinary men ][ Me and you / God only knows it's not what / We would choose to do ][ It was only a difference of right and wrong, innit? ]

this makes me think about the time directly after the blight where they are sort of floating around the obvious, recovering from the Horrors. there is still a dreaminess to the draw they have to one another, something quite literally undeniable. things haven't gone the way they expected to or wanted them to, but at the end of the day they still exist as a unit. even through all the complications, they still persist at one another's side. there is so much death around them, senseless violence & they find this familiar love in one another that helps them survive.

it's not what they expected, it's not what they chose, but it's them. this also leaves a disconnect between ellis & everyone else who didn't live through it all. to him, there is ellis & astoria & then there is everyone else, if that makes sense? there is so much conflict around them. there is the aftermath of the blight as well as the events of awakening & witchhunt. there's so much violence, horror & gore & it's relentless. they're only people, but they are people together if that makes sense? they have to navigate not only the horrors but the people who survived it all. they have won the battle, but they weren't the only ones fighting it? there are consequences everywhere & separation between them & everyone else. they help one another navigate the aftermath while still dealing with the implications of all that has passed.

touch me - the doors

[ Now touch me, babe / Can't you see that I am not afraid? / What was that promise that you made? ] [ Now, I'm going to love you / 'Til the heavens stop the rain / I'm going to love you / 'Til the stars fall from the sky / For you and I ]

ok ok ok so hear me out. when they finally break under this mutual attraction / love for one another it's explosive, exciting, cathartic. for every promise they made to one another in the past, there is now a place for them in reality. there is such excitement in the ability to finally just love one another, complications aside. i also thought that this song could allude to them really reveling in this passion that has been brewing for so long, there is no reason to beat around the bush anymore.

they survived, they've changed, they're not the same but they have seen the change happen in one another. thye now know not only the people they presented to one another growing up but also the people they saw each other become in the face of the Horrors. but they're alive, they're together, why not embrace it? ellis is ready to love astoria until the stars fall from the sky. also that line specifically made me think fo the because of the Stars. also it's worth noting that after resisting the instinct to love astoria for so long, it's like a dam breaking in ellis. all the love that has built up for astoria over the years now has a place to go & he probably gets over-excited but i think it's a mutual thing. they finally get to indulge. which i will get to in the next song also

sunshine of your love - cream

[ I'll be with you darling soon / I'll be with you when the stars start falling ][ I've been waiting so long / To be where I'm going / In the sunshine of your love ][ It's the morning and just we two / I'll stay with you darling now / I'll stay with you 'til my seas are dried up ][ I've been waiting so long / To be where I'm going / In the sunshine of your love ]

i mentioned this in the song prior but again, when ellis finally gets to be with astoria it's like a dam breaking. this is something he's waited his entire life for, something he's always known was going to happen. even when things were complicated & he didn't trust here there was still the looming sentiment of ' this is my forever person ' even if he fought the instinct. but now there's no reason to fight it.

now he can hole up in a room with her all day, breaking every piece of furniture there owns. now he can really bask in this connection they've developed together & he's all in. they're past the breaking point, now they get to lay in the sun & face the bullshit together. this is a love that has persisted. this is a love he is going to enjoy. plus the sex is sooo bussin. astoria is his favorite person & is madly in love with her. he wants to be will her 'till the sea's all dried up.

movement- hozier

[ You are a call to motion / There, all of you a verb in perfect view ][ When you move / I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be / When you move / I could never define all that you are to me ][ When you move / I can recall somethin' that's gone from me / When you move / Honey, I'm put in awe of somethin' so flawed and free ]

after a lifetime of knowing astoria, he still can't put to words what she means to him. but she knows him & he knows her. every ay, passing kiss, endless night - it's all still exciting to him because it is with her. astoria makes ellis want to be a good man, she makes him want to be good to her even if the rest of the world can eat shit. she is a piece of him that has always been there, changing on her own terms but consistently his.

when she is named inquisitor, when she is named the herald of andraste she herself acts as a call to action. action that he wouldn't have taken ithout her at the head of the inquisiton. he may have stepped up with more selfish reasons, surrounding the false calling ( which ellis thinks is real ) but because it is her, it is second nature to follow her into the fray. i will note, however, that he probably focuses on her instead of what he thinks is an incoming blight. she probably stays at the center of his attention & he moves at her command because she is the only leader he'll realy answer to. this is not only because of the love but also because she inspires him? If she is changing the world, he wants to do it with her... the rest can wait.

i do think he would have joined her at haven, after some thought. i don't think he would want his wife to face this impossible situation on her own, even if she is strong enough to he wouldn't want her to die because he wasn't there if that makes sense? but she is flawed & free & is a hero again. she's always been holy to him, so it's not that strange that the rest of the world is beginning to see her that way too.

honorable mentions: like real people do - hozier, take on me- a--ha (MTV unplugged), your heart is a muscle the size of your fist - ramshackle glory, i don't want to know - fleetwood mac, wedding song - hadestown, creature - penny & sparrow

#softersinned #comment cards ( answered. )#was this supposed to be only 5 songs?? yes!#am i a coward??#also yes but i love music #& i love Them

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wild-houseplant · 2 years

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Zev'n'Rho, 5, 7, 28

god this is so long I'm terribly sorry Anon but a bitch was on a ROLL.

Under the cut-- and thank you for stoppin' by!! I hope you're having a lush day!

5. How do they comfort each other when they're sad?

Ok so I divided this into regular upset (e.g. rough day, hurt feelings, tired-sad, hangry) and crisis mode (related to trauma in Zev’s case and autism in Rhodri’s), because I feel these two are vastly different.

For Zevran, when it comes to the regular sads: Most of his troubles are born of a lifetime of horrible unfairness that absolutely no-one cared about- I think the true sadness of that has only reached him now that life with Rhodri has given him something to compare it to. To this, Rhodri responds by being someone he can talk to at length about it and provides genuine sympathy and validation of his feelings. Interruptions by other people are (politely) dismissed, so he’s always very aware that she’s as good as her word when she tells him listening to him is her priority. Doesn’t always fix the underlying issue, but to have someone at your side who gives a damn, he finds, does help an awful lot.

In crisis mode: So not to give too much away but because of… Blight things… I hc Zevran comes out of it with trauma that makes him quite prone to panic and teariness when it gets triggered. I don't think he lacked it to begin with, but he has far, far less ability to hold back the waterworks now. Partly because of a certain straw breaking the camel's back and partly because he has gotten into the habit of being perfectly candid with Rhodri.

Moments like these, Rhodri’s quick to step in, removing him to somewhere quiet where he can crumble away from the eyes of others. Lots of calm, repetitive reassurances to stop his brain from eating itself alive, and long, gentle hugs are the order of the day, and she’s got them in endless supply. Which is good, because he ends up fairly prone to clinginess. It gets a lot better with time, but he finds huge solace in knowing she’s always there when things get bad.

Regular sads for Rhodri is a hard one. Unlike Zevran, who’s had to be more focused on survival than self-worth, Rhod’s proud enough for two people. In following her father’s hard, strict rules on honourable behaviour– pietas, stoicism, and self-sacrifice– she passes the constant test of proving herself a virtuous, benevolent provider for her dependent family, and also gives face to House Callistus. Her entire self-worth is tangled up in it.

Stoicism, in particular, means here that whomever she provides for shouldn’t know anything of her personal troubles. They’re not in a position to help, being relatively powerless, and have issues of their own that she should be prioritising. To burden them with her own troubles is shamefully selfish, and diminishes both her and her House. As her spouse, Zevran is theoretically exempt from this, but she’s spent a whole year during the Blight keeping him out of that part of her life, and big shame dies hard. Even years into the marriage, her humiliation is palpable if he tries to do anything directly.

Comforting Rhodri requires not even hinting at whatever sadness she might be giving off while engaging in a way that builds her up. And Zevran, bless him, has found a way around that.

The trick, as far as he’s concerned, is giving her a low-energy request that she do whatever she needs for him, in something that would require some mutuality to it. Take me out for peanuts (you buy some, too- I don’t want to eat alone!). Hold me (I want to hold you back). Let’s do a massage (and once you’re done with me, it’s my turn). She comes out of it doubly better because she’s been a Good Provider and has enjoyed the benefits of free peanuts/snuggles/massages. Feeling? Better. Face? Given. Absolutely top.

Crisis mode is Rhodri having a meltdown/shutdown. These are quite rare (outside of the Tower dungeons, anyway) and slightly different for her, because no matter the size of her outburst, her father never shamed her for it, or any other aspect of her autism. That’s one thing Aurelio got very right. Though she is still very embarrassed by them (she is, after all, a proud sort and is physically vulnerable during and afterwards), it’s nowhere near the crisis of character she gets when she breaks one of her father’s ‘moral rules.’

If it’s because of too many surprises, Zevran will sneak her off somewhere quiet, pull her into his lap, tug and rub the scruff of her neck, maybe hum some song she likes until she’s in a state to think about next steps. She rarely sits in the laps of others or lets herself be snuggled, but in those moments she’s all over him like a rash.

If it’s sustained physical overstimulation, he’ll get her away from the stressor and, if needed, let her scream and rage it out. She’s usually too tired and empty to do much of her own volition after that, but lying down somewhere soft and taking a nap with her usually sees her tangled around him like a climber vine within the hour.

7. Favourite date activity?

This makes me laugh a little. Rhodri’s shit at this because they hadn’t done dates during the Blight and she can’t make head nor tail of the concept. Eat dinner together? Go somewhere new? Novel activity together? They did those on the reg during the Blight year, so by that logic, the latter half of 9:30 Dragon was one long date.

Rhodri couldn’t give a fat rat’s what they’re up to, so long as it’s together. So, passive as it may be, she doesn’t really have one. Bonus points if the date ends and she’s a bag of peanuts richer, though.

Zevran’s pretty chill about it, too, but. Now that he’s actually had the chance to learn about himself, he’s found he likes to be spoiled, and he has the gall to ask Rhodri to do it.

I hc Zevvo as a fellow who has a very keen sense for the finer things in life, so falling arse-backwards into a fabulously wealthy family has been a boon. Stuff that floats his boat involves trips to the opera or theatre, getting whisked away for a long weekend to explore a little town close by, trying fancy food (in portions of a size worth the money tvym).

Perhaps a favourite, as the magpie man is particularly keen on precious stones and metals, is scoping out new jewellery stores and seeing what’s good there. Also helped along by the fact that Rhodri has a terrible weakness for him enjoying finery. In his experience, whatever piece of jewellery he likes the most has always coincided with her blush being at its reddest. They always leave with it, and possibly the pieces he liked second and third best as well, if Rhodri can wangle it. She usually can.

28. Are there any similarities your OC and LI’s relationship have to one you have had IRL?

Oh, yes. When it comes to Zevran and Rhodri, their friendship is what I love the most. They were good friends, best friends even, before they became romantically involved. They were already devoted to each other, already discussing a life together, already perfectly joyful and content in each other’s company. They put the time and effort into understanding each other, proving their loyalty and reliability, showing time and again that they have the other’s best interests at heart, appreciating each other, and– most importantly of all– being complete and utter tits together. I don’t think pairing up did much except slightly alter the context in which they expressed all of those things (and forced me to change the rating on the AO3 fic). Their friendship did the vast majority of the heavy lifting.

Where this concerns me is that I feel much the same way about my own platonic relationships. They’re people I will never feel anything romantic for, but I would happily spend my life with them. When I picture myself in old age, all I hope for is to be near them as we continue to grow and look back over our shared life together with great joy. They are, quite simply, my paradise. That’s Rhodri and Zevran. That’s me and my friends (one of whom I did end up falling for and marrying!).

#thank you again for the ask! :D #Rhodri Amell #Zevran #Dragon Age: Origins

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tangleweave · 5 months

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Most noble Bill: Have you ever witnessed something that fundamentally changed you? If so, does anyone else know?

[ Random Asks / Accepting ]

The question comes while Beth is carefully selecting flowers and seeds to cultivate for Skuttlebutt's airponics bay. The warship certainly had food storage to spare, but Beth's skills have become invaluable in creating a far more robust selection of floral life and sustenance, capable of cleansing the air, and also filling stomachs and bolstering immune systems.

The inquiry causes Bill to tilt his head to one side as he considers the span of his experience, and what events might qualify in her estimation. "There are very few events I have witnessed in which I did not also participate," he admits. "I was created to be a creature of action. Decisiveness has always been an element of my task."

He gingerly hefts Stormbreaker in one hand and strokes the mallet-head with his other, a gesture of solemn consideration. "That being said... you are not the first to call me noble, and to utter my name with reverence and hope."

He casts his face downward. "I once fought against alien aggressors seeking to destroy the Asgardians with elite units they called Godkillers. In that defense, I was captured... tortured... and Stormbreaker was taken from me, mutilated, and pressed into service for my enemy. Only by the strength of Mjolnir did I prevail in the end. But not every soldier of the offending race elected to nurse a grudge. Instead, several of their number splintered away, seeking to..."

His gaze shifts back to Beth, and the sag of his frame tells her what his expressionless face cannot... that he is embarrassed to complete the sentence.

"...worship me as their god." He releases a quick breath, a sigh of awe and discomfort. "So convinced were they of my strength of heart and of will, so moved were they by what they saw in me, that they wished to erect a temple dedicated to me. Scribed a holy tome that documented my exploits, my actions, my words, in excruciating detail."

His fingers curl a little more tightly about his weapon. "So desperate were they for faith, that they invested it in me... which is perhaps an even greater risk than placing their lives in my hands, as my own people did. These Skrulls, formerly enemy soldiers tasked with destroying Asgard, staked their very souls on the notion that I was worthy of deification."

He glances away from her now, as if admitting the encounter is something shameful. "I have seen the birth and destruction of worlds. I have celebrated and mourned races. I have faced wonders and blights of the universe. I have done battle with armies and aliens and gods and devils. But on that day, to be held in such esteem by those who had once seen me as only an enemy and an aberration... I was overwhelmed."

#From Inbox to Outbox | answered asks #brooklynislandgirl #beth verbena #muse: bill

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freefromfearforever · 1 year

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Loaves and Fishes...

I hardly know how to begin....being without words is akin to being without fuel in the vehicle...it sputters and spits, knocks and pings before coming to a complete and irrevocable halt. It is not often that I am left speechless, with no way to express on paper how I'm feeling. It's a chilly morning here this am...with snow yesterday and sleet style rain greeting my gaze as I stand with my hot coffee in hand, viewing my small part of this world out my window. I decided on a short drive to clear my head...spent nine dollars foolishly and headed back home.

This is where the fishes and loaves story become reality...a miracle sitting in my wallet. I sat in my vehicle observing the quiet stillness this town becomes on the weekend and thought to check the contents of my wallet...I had a budget amount within and have been pulling from it for the past two weeks, perhaps three....

I sat in shock for a moment as counting it twice netted the same result.

As tears begin to track down my face in thankfulness, in awe, in disbelief and overwhelming gratitude I see that the amount has not changed. Fuel, groceries over the past weeks.... the amount I took out of the bank and placed in my wallet is the same.

Miracles do happen....oh I know, the thoughts you may be thinking...that I miscounted, that I didn't realize how much was truly inside....oh no dear hearts, I have been on top of funds like white on rice...I know exactly how much I put in and how much I've spent...

And he asked them, How many loaves have ye? And they said, Seven.

'And he commanded the people to sit down on the ground: and he took the seven loaves, and gave thanks, and brake, and gave to his disciples to set before them; and they did set them before the people.

When I brake the five loaves among five thousand, how many baskets full of fragments took ye up? They say unto him, Twelve.' Matthew 8.

If that doesn't knock your socks off, I do not know what will.

As if the miracle of making it out alive isn't enough....of retaining sanity in the midst of crazy isn't enough...of strength given amidst pain beyond imagining.

The miracle that stops me in my tracks some days...is life. Death and rebirth...winter moving into spring, if ever so slowly...the gift of animals and the joy they bring, the gift of life in all its forms of sadness and joy, grief and gladness, anger and forgiveness.....the gift of love....freely given...

I do not have much to say today...I am still soaking in all that is good, this mornings miracle...all that has been given to me and the joy I feel in being free to love, to grieve even....to feel.

Dear friends...for so long we have lived in a state of catatonia...of moving through the motions, the turbulence...of living within a bubble of control and torment. To truly know the freedom to feel, to acknowledge and accept myself with all my faults and emotions is a gift beyond compare. Freedom means life....a full life...a lovely life.

There is a way...God made a way for me....He will make a way for you to find what this life holds for you. Your dreams, your hopes....are so important to Him, you are so very integral to this world, to the people within and without your circle. You brighten a day with your smile, you lighten a burden carried with your kindnesses....you matter dear friends.

Go with God today and every day and may you see how very loved you are, may you see the joy you bring. Thank you for hanging on, for not giving in to the despair that fills your heart...for beating back the darkness that creeps, crawls, infiltrates your mind...thank you....dear lost and broken, thank you for standing with us....with all those that know the depths, that know the blight and plight of the tortured, the abandoned and neglected.

There is a way.... speak softly, speak your truth...keep one foot moving in front of the other until one day you look up from your feet upon that path to see freedom stretching out in front of you as far as the eye can see, and beyond. Until one day you look up and see your dreams coming true...your peace and happiness enfolding around you, within you...your spirit mended and stitched together into something more beautiful than it ever was before.

For you see dear hearts....what you have suffered has made you into something bright, into something stronger than tungsten metals....with a heart made of all your hurting, aching parts into something durable, imperishable and capable of a love that staggers the mind.

Go with God today and every day forward...in His grace, in His peace that passes all understanding and in His Love everlasting. You are worthy of all that is good and lovely in this world. Now walk it out, carry a big stick along the way....

#peace #comfort #Gods Love

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