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finandnia · 3 years
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i really love the idea of bilbo just taking in nature and seeing all the sights while being completely oblivious to thorin’s suffering
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attollogame · 3 years
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15/afterlife for Sysba?
Gee anon I'm so sorry I kinda went off
The garden of Adaalpe is an oddity located in the realm of the Old One’s. In a world of harshly cut black stone, ice-cold rooms, and ceilings that are made out of galaxies, a land of bountiful fruits and perennials is enough to produce a sense of curiosity among the residents.
Perhaps this is why they find themselves frequently taking residence in the garden. It isn’t owned by any one entity, as many want nothing to do with it, so when they feel the urge to withdraw themselves from their fathers vice-like grip and venture into the world, they know they can find clarity there.
After all, there are so many things they have yet to wrap their head around .
For example, why do the voices of the Iatendar draw forth images of a world they’ve only seen in their dreams? A world of leaves dappled with a molten gold sun, of a warm breeze upon their skin, of a sense of peace in their heart that’s both terrifying and exhilarating?
What is in the stars that Mother feeds them in the waning hours of the day, when she runs her fingers through their hair and murmurs words of reassurance that wash through their mind like water on stone?
What happens to the people they are sent to retrieve from the other worlds? The ones with the voices that sing and laugh, with the smiles that look like their own, who stare up at them with eyes of blue and brown and black and green, all full of adoration and wonder? The ones they dance with, they hold, who treat them like one of their own instead of an expendable item?
They wonder the most about the last part.
“‘Ymnar.” A voice cuts through the silence of the garden like a blade. It sounds of both man and woman, as a cacophony of individuals all speaking the same word at once. The young entity's head snaps around, galaxies flaring across their skin in fright as they strain to catch sight of the very individual they were thinking of moments before.
Father emerges from the hanging vines of an aged willow tree, a dark shadowy mass rippling in contrast to the brilliant light around it. It has no eyes and no mouth. It is nothing but black slime and smoke that mars the grass and leaves beneath its feet. Flowers wither and die as it passes them, and from the trees above not a single bird utters a song. ‘Ymnar feels a flare of affection rise in their chest as they hurry from their seated position into a respectable bow.
“Father,” they hum, their pleasure at its appearance obvious in their tone. The figure in question draws to a stop a few feet away and beckons for them to approach, which they do with great haste. When they are by its side it turns and begins to move through the garden, leaving them to trail along beside it with a parade of dead shrubbery in their wake.
“I am unsurprised to find you in this garden once again. You appear to gravitate to this area with an,” Father pauses, a low hum echoing out from somewhere within its chest, “alarming frequency.”
“Am I not permitted to be here?” The feathered wings that shield their eyes from the world flutter briefly in agitation as they wring their hands together. Father moves in silence for a while, an act that only increases ‘Ymnar’s concern. Have they broken an unspoken rule? Their mind may have forgotten what their last punishment was, but their body certainly hasn’t, and their muscle memory responds by creating a burning sensation across their back.
“What do you like about this garden?” Father’s question catches them off guard, mainly because it has never asked them a question before. Exchanges have always been curt orders or waves of acknowledgment. Mother treated them so differently. Mother made them feel seen.
“I like the sun on my skin. It’s warm.” Their lips pull into a smile against their better judgment as they continue to move through the garden. “The sky is so very blue like it is on the planets. I like hearing the birds, and feeling the grass beneath my hands when I lie down. It makes me feel...safe.”
Father lets out an amused sound, although it carries no warmth in its tones. “Your responses are quite telling about how simple you still are. Tell me, what do you think about while resting in this garden?”
‘Ymnar wavers in their steps for a brief moment at Father’s question. They have never received an opportunity to voice their own questions to it before, as it was hardly ever around for them to speak with, and Mother held none of the answers that they sought.
Perhaps, then…? Perhaps they may ask one…?
“I think about where the humans go when I take them away.” ‘Ymnar turns their head enough to see Father from the corner of their eye. Their wings flutter once more, and the stars on their skin twist as they roll their question on their tongue. “Where do you take them?”
Father draws to a pause at the edge of the garden. Beyond the edge is the vast expanse of space. ‘Ymnar looks up at the stars above them, at the way they seem to entangle with each other through the sea of galactic dust and comets, caught in a dance that will last a lifetime. It is so beautiful, and a sense of longing pulls in their heart. They wish they, too, could be lost among those stars.
“The afterlife.” Father hums. For a moment its form solidifies and ‘Ymnar can see the burning orange of its eyes, like twin suns reflecting in the night. “I take them into my afterlife, where they will be free from the burden of their suffering for the rest of eternity. Where they may eat, and drink, and be as merry as they wish, so long as they continue to acknowledge that it was I who brought them there. In return for their servitude, I grant them paradise.”
A spark of hope ignites itself in ‘Ymnar’s chest, as though they swallowed one of the stars above and it is now struggling to shine through. They will down their excitement and nod slowly. “And I?”
“And you?” Father’s form fades away back to the monstrosity of smoke and slime that ‘Ymnar is so accustomed to.
“Will I go to this afterlife once I have fulfilled my role?” They tilt their head, already imagining what that world will look like. Will it be like the gardens of Adaalpe? Or, perhaps, Father’s paradise is the world that they see in their dreams when slumber wraps them in its warm embrace. A world of golden sunlight, of warm breezes and peace. A world where Father will finally see them for them.
“No.” With one swift word, Father closes the gates of this belief, and ‘Ymnar feels their body stiffen in return.
“Then where will I go?” Is there a better world for them, better than paradise? Will they still have Mother and Father? The wings that cover their eyes furl back to reveal silver lights—twin moons to Father’s suns—which watch it with bated curiosity.
“You will go nowhere because there is not a place that will take you in. You do not have a soul or a mind of your own—you are a monstrosity, even among us. You were formed from my rib, of which I removed and breathed life into. When your purpose is served and you have no further use, you will dissolve back into my body from whence you came, and not a single memory of you will remain.” Now a laugh does leave it. It’s a bitter, cold sound, and one that ‘Ymnar is all too familiar with. “Not even Mother will dare speak your name.”
Father spares them no glance as it moves forward, raising its hands to the sky and dissolving entirely. ‘Ymnar watches in silence as its body expands into a gaseous cloud before disappearing back into the void. It is hungry, and there are more than enough stars for it to feast upon.
‘Ymnar, however, does not move. They stand at the edge of the gardens, staring out into the night in a state of broken shock. There’s a burning in the back of their throat that they don’t recognize, and their hands clasp at the robe that covers their body. Slowly, their wings furl inwards to wrap themselves around their body, to shield their owner as they lose themself in the despair of their reality.
Above them, in the sea of galactic dust and comets, the stars continue to dance.
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thatothercosplayer · 7 years
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“Yo! Ikura-hakase here.” She waves. “I know things have been quiet lately, but there’s good reason for that. We’re hard at work on our first ever Summer movie! Exciting, right?” Ikura grins. “Unfortunately, until we finish, posts will be rather sparse. So, for now, I’m going to present a Top 5 to fill in the void of our absence!” 
A whiteboard rolls up out of nowhere, which has five long magnets covering up spots on it. 
“So, if you know anything about me as a person, you’d probably know I’m a huge Metal Hero fangirl. I mean...hello, I made Kyusha. But have you ever wandered what my personal favorites are? Well, wonder no more! I’m here to count down my personal favorite Metal Hero series! I’m going to set a few ground rules here. Given that there are two trilogies and a duology in the franchise, I’m going to limit myself to one entry each. So I can only choose one Space Sheriff, one Special Rescue team, and one B-Fighter team.” She blinks. “....that is, if I do put them in. And one more thing- this is probably gonna change. I mean, seriously, my favorites kind of change depending on what I’m in the mood for, but I love them all.  
#5 - Space Sheriff Sharivan
“I’m going to go ahead and get it out of the way- I love Gavan because he’s the original, and Shaider is....” Ikura pauses. “....well, Shaider, but when it comes to the Space Sherriffs I have to go with my boy in red, Sharivan. After all, I took a lot of my inspiration for Kyusha from him. Laser pistol? Finishers that end in ‘Crash’? Check, check, double check.” 
She clears her throat. “Anyways, Den Iga was a forest ranger from Inner Iga island. He was attacked and mortally wounded by the Buffalo Doubler, and sent off to Planet Bird by Retsu Ichijouji for some medical assistance. Impressed by his courage, Commander Qom of the Galactic Union Police (who Retsu works for) trains Den and eventually he becomes Sharivan, showing up in the last battle against Makuu to bail Gavan out of a tight spot. Afterwards, he remains stationed on Earth to fight against the Madou Space Crime Syndicate. They’re a totally different organization that definitely isn’t a pale imitation of the Makuu Space Mafia. Nope.” 
Ikura taps her chin. “Honestly, what isn’t there to like about Sharivan? His striking crimson electro-plate armor is sure to make an impression, and his spaceship turns into a giant robot thing that...admittedly, looks like a vacuum cleaner with legs, but still manages to look cool. Somehow. Not to mention, his theme is easily the catchiest out of the three Sheriffs. Heeeey booooy~” She starts humming to herself.
#4 - Tokusou Robo Janperson
“If Jiban is the Metal Hero franchise’s answer to Robocop, then Janperson is it’s answer to Robot Detective. Y’know, one of the more forgotten Shoutarou Ishinomori shows from the 70s?” Ikura clears her throat. “Anyways, what does Janperson do? Well....he fights for justice. Seriously! Over the course of his adventures he tears through four different criminal organizations. Damn! Janperson doesn’t fuck around!” 
“One of my favorite things is the way he announces his presence. The bad guys could be in the middle of a meeting or plot, then all of a sudden, a golden card with a star on it is embedded in the ground at their feet! It’s a JP-Card, which means Janperson has arrived to kick ass and take names! One thing that’s interesting for Janperson is that he follows in the footsteps of the Special Rescue trilogy and mainly fights criminals. Occasionally he fights runaway robots or killer cyborgs, but Janperson mostly goes up against assassins, mobsters, etc. That said, though, he’s still got a crazy big arsenal to boot! Cannons, wire punches, missiles, and lots and lots of guns. No wonder he defeats four criminal organizations- he mowed them all down with his weapons!”
“Now, as for his appearance, he’s purple, which makes him stand out pretty well. He doesn’t transform so much as he throws off his civilian clothes and put a combat visor on his face. That’s it. Because....well, he’s a robot. So, he’s kind of always on duty as a result. I really love his car- the main section can split into a helicopter, while the car becomes remote-controlled and has a giant frickin’ cannon in it! Subtlety, thy name is definitely not Janperson.” 
#3 -  Choujinki Metalder
“So remember the Kikaider duology? The tale of two cyborgs fighting against evil while struggling with what it means to be artificial life? Well, Metalder is their cousin, and he’s pissed. Created by  Dr. Ryūichirō Koga as a secret weapon in WWII, and modeled after the Dr.’s dead son, Tatsuo Koga. The Doctor ends up shelving Metalder due to his pacifism, and fucks off to the United States to go work for NASA. Then, Koga’s old partner, Kunio Muraki turns super evil and becomes the wicked God Neros, who creates an empire of machines. Dr. Koga discovers this, and Neros begins working to kill him. It’s been 42 years since he hid away Metalder, and he reawakens him. Giving him the name Ryusei Tsurugi, the Doctor dies to Neros’ forces, causing Ryusei to get pissed and become Metalder for the first time.” 
“Phew! That’s a lot to talk about. Metalder is a story about revenge. During his quest to defeat the Neros Empire, Ryusei befriends many people and learns a lot about emotions, life, and the world he fights to protect. In the end, he sacrifices his humanity in order to save the world, losing his ability to fight in the process.”
“If there’s one thing I can give Metalder credit for, it’s how freakin’ brutal the fights can be. Since Metalder is a cyborg, and he fights other robots and cyborgs, there are a lot of times where gets torn open, loses a limb, etc. Likewise, his enemies get pretty beaten up, too- they don’t always die in explosions. Sometimes they just get beaten until they’re dead. While there’s plenty of your typical toku tropes- y’know, explosions, calling out your attacks, and finishers- Metalder does just enough to make itself stand out a bit more from the rest of the Metal Heroes. While a bit on the short end, it’s a good watch.”
#2 - Jikuu Senshi Spielvan
“The planet Clin is destroyed by the Waller Empire, which is searching for its deity. Two children survive and escape to Earth aboard a ship named the Grand Nasca. The two grow up during the long journey and arrive on Earth to begin fighting against Clin to make sure that the same tragedy isn’t repeated. Along the way, Spielvan searches for his missing father and sister.”
“You wanna talk about space epics? Spielvan is probably the greatest example in the franchise. Seriously, I love the opening of Spielvan just because of the epic scope of it. Spielvan did a few things for the franchise that hadn’t been done up to that point; while previous heroes had female sidekicks, they never joined them in battle. Well, that all changed with Diana Lady, who fought alongside Spielvan pretty regularly.”
“The two claims to fame that Spielvan makes after that is his signature double bladed Laser Blade, which I also took inspiration from for Kyusha! Alongside that is the arc of Spielvan coming to learn that Hellvira, one of the Waller Empire’s strongest agents, was actually his brainwashed sister! Eventually he saves her and she joins up alongside them, becoming Helen Lady. Though....her suit is just a slightly different version of Diana Lady’s. Pretty lame, right? Well, regardless, Spielvan is freakin’ awesome. But.....it doesn’t beat my absolute favorite...”
#1 - Tokkei Winspector 
“I tried. I really tried to pick something other than Winspector for my number one spot. I love Solbrain, I love Exceedraft, but I have a soft spot for the original Special Rescue Police team. They fight criminals who are a bit too much for the regular police to handle- those that use superweapons, cyborgs, or other threats to commit crimes. Atop that, they also perform rescue in situations that are a bit too delicate for firefighters or other rescue services. The team consists of one human and two robots; Ryoma Kagawa, Fire, who acts as the leader and main investigator. His two partners are Walter, a green flying robot, and Bikel, a yellow motorcycle robot who speaks with a Nagoya dialect.” 
“Honestly, everything I love about Metal Hero can be seen on display in this series. The futuristic setting, the hard sci-fi influences, the cool gadgets, the intrigue, it’s all there. And what’s even better, despite not having any monsters of the week for the first time in the franchise’s history, Winspector has a lot more room to tell compelling stories as a result. You get stuff like fighting to get a cure for a super rare snake’s venom, defending a boy from a killer cyborg condor, chasing runaway robots, or taking out mad inventors. Don’t forget that the ever great Takayuki Miyauchi sings the theme for the series, which he also does for the two sequels, Solbrain and Exceedraft. Honestly, I could talk all day about this series. What’s great is that, even today there are spiritual successors in the form of Rescue Fire and GoGoV. Definitely worth checking out if you want a bit of a change of pace.” 
Ikura claps her hands together. “Well, that’s my top 5! Maybe one day I’ll have Keiko, Yuna, or Hikaru do one of these. Wouldn’t that be fun?? Anyways, that’s enough for now. I’ve got to get back to work.” 
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