#and that healed me so i shall cause chaos

[dgrailwar]

Round 8, Day 1 - Team Avenger

Read of Pretender's True Name Dissolution HERE!

The ground had splintered and cracked, the digital landscape corroding and destroying itself as the wyrm drew closer. The Avenger's prison had been destroyed, as he looked upon the destruction being wrought... and laughed. Loud, deep, echoing laughter that came from the depths of his soul, as he stared at the corrupted mass lumbering towards him and drew his sword.

"Haha--hahaha--KUHAHAHAHAHA! So this is your true face, Pretender! Stripped of your facade, facing me in all your earnest! Very well! Then I shall reply in kind!"

Avenger will take a -2% demerit this round due to coming in 2nd!

If the Count lands the finishing blow on Pretender, he'll gain a new skill!

When fighting the Abyssal Wyrm:

Servants can choose to target the Abyssal Wyrm in an attempt to reduce the damage it is causing.

If multiple Servants attack the Abyssal Wyrm (as in, choose the 'Abyssal Wyrm' option), they will form into a 'coalition', and their bonuses against the Abyssal Wyrm will be combined. There is no limit to the size of the 'coalition'.

However, this may be a chance for other to sabotage their enemies as well (by picking the options relating to the other Servants, the same as you usually would). Meaning-- You're still able to attack your foes as usual, complicating combat situations and potentially using the chaos to get an upper hand and sneak in some damage.

No matter who you choose, the option to 'Play Defensively' has been removed.

Servant Skills:

Determination of Steel (EX Rank): If Avenger is about to take a fatal wound, if there's at least a 3% difference in their score and the victor above him, he may avoid damage. When facing a single-target (1-on-1), he will gain a +3% boost.

Monte Cristo Mythologie: The King of the Cavern (C Rank): When battling enemies, his flames are like a poison. He reduces demerits against him by 3%, and when he is victorious against another, he inflicts a -2% demerit for their next round. This demerit increases by 2% by every 10% difference in scores.

Wisdom of Predicament (A Rank): When engaged in a Free-for-All, gain a +3% boost. Additionally, if Avenger earns last place, both the victor and the 2nd place Servant gain a -2% demerit, rather than simply the 2nd place Servant.

NOBLE PHANTASM: Enfer Château d'If (A Rank)

A high-speed Noble Phantasm that inflicts 2 ‘wounds’ rather than 1. If this Noble Phantasm is triggered during a one-on-one battle, then he gains a +20% boost. If it is triggered in a Free-for-All, the boost increases to +30%. Demerits lose any and all effectiveness against him for the duration of the round.

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Class-Traits:

AVENGER-CLASS Servants are vengeful by nature. The first time they are defeated by a Servant, they gain an automatic +2% bonus against that specific Servant, without needing to study them (but can in order to increase the bonus). They gain a permanent +3% bonus per wound they attain that will remain if the wound remains, but will disappear if the wound is healed.

#team avenger #decision phase poll

[23victoria]

'𝙼𝚊 𝙰𝚝𝚊𝚗'

❥ 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚓𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛, 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚜𝚞'𝚝𝚎�� 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

⚖︎ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 𝟷,𝟿𝟾𝟸

✎ 𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚢: 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢. 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙸𝚂 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝟸 𝚃𝙾 '𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎'!

☠︎ 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: 𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕, 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚏𝚕𝚞𝚏𝚏, 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎, 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜, 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐

✍︎ 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛’𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎: 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝟸 𝚏𝚘𝚛 '𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎', 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚒 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢! 𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎, 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, & 𝚛𝚎𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐!!

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It’s been three weeks since you found Tsu’tey and Neytiri together, hearing the heartbreaking truth that he doesn’t love her anymore. The heartache weighs heavily upon you, manifesting in physical and emotional turmoil. The struggle to eat and sleep leaves you weakened and drained, your once vibrant eyes now overshadowed by dark bags. Your skin loses its color, a reflection of the fading light within you.

Mo'at observed you closely, her compassionate eyes filled with concern as she approached her. The weight of your heartache was evident in her haggard appearance, the hollowed eyes and pale complexion mirroring the turmoil within her soul.

"My child," Mo'at spoke softly, her voice a soothing balm. "I see the pain etched upon your face. You carry a heavy burden. Is it because of them?"

Your voice wavered as you nodded, tears brimming in your eyes. "Yes," you whispered, voice laced with sorrow. "I saw them together, Mo'at. Tsu'tey and Neytiri. It shattered me."

Mo'at placed a gentle hand on Y/N's shoulder, offering her strength and support. "To witness such a betrayal is a profound wound," she acknowledged, her voice filled with empathy. "Their actions have caused you immeasurable pain, and for that, they shall face their own consequences."

Your voice trembled as she spoke, her vulnerability laid bare. "I don't understand, Mo'at," you confessed. "How could they do this to me? To us? I thought what we had was real."

Mo'at's eyes softened, the wisdom of ages reflected within them. "My child, love is a complex and mysterious force," she explained gently. "Sometimes, those we trust and hold dear make choices that wound us deeply. It is a reflection of their own struggles and shortcomings, not a reflection of your worth or capacity to be loved."

Your brows furrowed, your pain still evident. "But how can I move on from this, Mo'at?" you asked, voice laden with desperation. "How can I heal when the wounds are so deep?"

Mo'at's gaze held steady, her voice resolute yet filled with compassion. "Healing takes time, my child," she reassured. "It may be a long and arduous journey, but you are not alone. You have the strength within you to rise above this pain, to rebuild and find happiness once again."

Your eyes met Mo'at's, a flicker of hope igniting within them. "But how, Mo'at? How can I find peace amidst this chaos?

Mo'at's voice carried the weight of her wisdom as she spoke. "You must allow yourself to grieve, my child. Feel the pain, acknowledge it, and let it flow through you. Surround yourself with those who love and support you, who uplift your spirit. Find solace in the beauty of Eywa's creation, for nature has a way of healing even the deepest wounds."

Y/N absorbed Mo'at's words, her heart slowly opening to the possibility of healing. "Is there a path forward for me, Mo'at?" she asked, her voice tinged with uncertainty.

Mo'at smiled gently, her voice filled with reassurance. "There is always a path, my child," she affirmed. "It may not be the one you expected, but there is a path that will lead you to happiness and peace. Trust in the guidance of Eywa and the resilience of your own spirit."

You nodded, a glimmer of determination shining in your eyes. "Thank you, Mo'at," you said, gratitude filling your voice. "Your words give me hope, and I will strive to find my own path forward, away from the pain that consumes me."

Mo'at embraced Y/N in a gentle hug, her love and support evident in her touch. "You are never alone, my child," she whispered. "The clan stands beside you, offering sanctuary and love. Lean on us when you need to, and know that the light will return to your heart."

As Y/N released a deep breath, she felt a flicker of strength awakening within her. The road ahead may be difficult, but with Mo'at's guidance she would embark on the journey of healing. As she walked through the forest thinking of Mo’at words she remembered a specific thing she said, “You are never alone..” Jake, she thought, stopping, understanding what she was saying. Jake was also suffering from Neytiri's betrayal and heartbreak.

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Y/N seeks out Jake, finding him sitting in a forest tree, admiring the beauty of Pandora. You join him, sitting beneath the lush canopy of Pandora's forest, the rustling leaves and gentle chirping of creatures providing a soothing backdrop to their conversation. As they shared their stories of heartbreak and betrayal, an unspoken connection sparked between them.

Jake's eyes held a mix of empathy and understanding as Y/N recounted her discovery of Tsu'tey and Neytiri's betrayal. His presence offered her a safe space to pour out her emotions, knowing he had experienced his own share of pain. She found comfort in the way he listened attentively, his genuine concern etched upon his face.

"I never expected this, Jake," Y/N admitted, her voice tinged with both sadness and frustration. "To see them together, to know they were deceiving us... It hurts, and it's hard to make sense of it all."

Jake reached out, his hand finding yours in a comforting gesture. Your fingers intertwined, the touch providing an unexpected warmth that stirred something within you. "I know, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with compassion. "Discovering such betrayal shakes us to our core. It's a painful realization that challenges everything we believed in."

Tears welled in your eyes as you met Jake's gaze, finding solace in the depths of his understanding. "I thought what we had was real," you confessed, voice barely above a whisper. "But now, I question everything. Was it all a lie? Was I not enough? Am I unlovable?"

Jake's thumb brushed softly against the back of your hand, a gentle gesture of reassurance. "No, Y/N," he said firmly, his voice filled with conviction. "You are more than enough. Their choices reflect their own shortcomings, not your worth. You are deserving of love, happiness, and someone who sees your true value."

As you absorbed Jake's words, a glimmer of hope flickered within you. You gazed into his eyes, seeing a reflection of your own pain and resilience. In that moment, an unspoken understanding passed between them, as if the universe had aligned their paths for a reason.

"You know," Jake said, a soft smile gracing his lips, "sometimes, when we experience heartbreak, it opens the door to unexpected possibilities. It helps us redefine what we truly want and deserve."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, the chemistry between them growing palpable. She felt a warmth spreading within her, a newfound hope taking root. "And what do you think we deserve?" she asked, her voice filled with curiosity.

Jake's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of mischief and affection. "I think," he replied, his voice laced with a hint of playfulness, "we deserve a love that uplifts us, a connection that ignites our souls, and someone who sees us for who we truly are."

Y/N's lips curved into a smile, a mixture of excitement and vulnerability intertwining within her. The unspoken chemistry between them felt electric, a magnetic pull that drew them closer. In that moment, they saw each other, their shared pain and the flicker of hope mirrored in their eyes.

As the sun bathed them in its golden glow, Y/N and Jake continued to talk, their voices filled with laughter, understanding, and the promise of something beautiful blossoming between them. They were on a journey of healing, supporting each other through the darkness, and embracing the possibilities that lay ahead.

And as they sat beneath the forest's embrace, the connection between them deepened, laying the foundation for a love that would help them mend their shattered hearts and find solace in each other's arms.

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Days turn into weeks, and Y/N and Jake find themselves drawn to one another. They spend more and more time together, finding solace in their connection. The spark growing larger between them, as they exchange loving glances and engage in light-hearted flirting.

One night, as they wander through the lush forest, surrounded by the ethereal beauty of Pandora, they pause to admire a breathtaking scene. Jake turns to you, his eyes filled with sincerity, and whispers, "I see you."

Your heart skips a beat as you look into his eyes, your own eyes filling with warmth and affection. "I see you, ma atan," you reply, a smile gracing your lips.

Under the gentle glow of the moon, they share a kiss, sealing their bond in a moment of pure connection. It is in each other's arms that they find solace and the promise of a future filled with love and happiness.

However, their newfound joy is soon interrupted by a commotion within the clan. They hear screams and see a gathering of Na'vi surrounding a conflict. Curiosity piqued, as they approach the group, only to witness Tsu'tey engaged in a fight with another Na'vi man. Neytiri's anguished screams and rageful hisses fill the air as she tries to intervene, wielding a knife to protect this Na’vi.

The shocking revelation unfolds before their eyes as Tsu'tey accuses him of sleeping with his woman, pointing at Neytiri. Gasps of shock ripple through the crowd, and everyone's attention turns to the disgraced couple.

Neytiri, her voice trembling, says, “I no longer love you, Tsu'tey.” she says “I love -“ before she could continue, the Na’vi man she was guarding laughs and says, "Neytiri, I need to stop you right there. I don't love you, I never have, I was merely bored and I needed something to entertain me...you were that entertainment, until you grew tiresome." Indifferently, he remarks, "I don't want anything serious, never have, plus you're too much trouble anyway." He stops turning to Tsu'tey and continues saying, "I don't know how you put up with her,” he says with a shake of his head. “She gives me a headache as soon as she opens her mouth." Looking at Tsu’tey, he then points to you and says, "You lost the best thing you had, and that was her."

At that moment, Tsu'tey stands exposed and humiliated. The weight of his actions crushes him, his eyes meeting Y/N's and Jake's, who stand together, their bond unbreakable. The truth hangs heavy in the air, revealing the consequences of their betrayal.

Neytiri hisses in anger, her pride wounded, before storming away. Tsu'tey stands alone, a fool among his people, abandoned and shamed. His gaze lingers on Y/N and Jake, their closeness evident, and his face contorts with a mixture of embarrassment and remorse.

After the commotion settles, Jake's laughter echoes through the clearing. Confusion etches Y/N's face before a smile breaks across her lips, mirroring Jake's amusement. "Karma's a real bitch," he states with a wry grin.

You look at him, a mix of confusion and curiosity in your eyes. "Karma?" you question.

Jake explains the concept of karma, the idea that actions have consequences, and a smile blooms on your face. "Well," you say, voice filled with a newfound sense of liberation. "Karma may be a bitch, but I love her." “And I also love you, ma atan” you say smiling up at him, leaning in for a kiss. When your lips come together, Jake smiles, placing his palm on your face, pulling back, he asks, "What does "ma atan" mean?" "My light," you explain, "means my light because you, ma atan, brought me out of my darkness." You say, gazing up at him with nothing but admiration in your eyes.”

Smiling, hand in hand, Y/N and Jake walk away from the chaos, leaving behind the pain and betrayal that once consumed them. In each other's arms, they find solace and the promise of a brighter future. Together, they embrace the happiness they deserve, forging a path filled with love and laughter, living their lives together forever.

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#tsu’tey x reader #avatar tsu'tey #avatar jake #jake sully x reader #jake sully #jake sully avatar #jake sully x you #jake sully x fem!reader #avatar jake sully #jake sully x omaticaya!reader #jake sully x na'vi reader

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 16/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 2, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19

It's time we get back to the angel duo.

To those re-reading the fic on ao3, you'll notice some dialogues or descriptions have either been added or changed so it's not an exact replica of the chapters here. It's like little easter eggs of what I didn't get to put back then.

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Gabriel: How dare you, Michael!

In an obscure corner of Heaven, sat the six remaining Archangels, engaged in a heated debate over what had just transpired between Michael and Lucifer and the Fates. The atmosphere was suffocatingly tense. It's as awkward as you think being Emily and Sir Pentious in the room who seemed to fade into the background amidst the chaos.

The moment the others arrived, any semblance of order was thrown out the metaphorical window as questions upon questions were asked all at once. Sir Pentious stood rigidly at attention, though his efforts went unnoticed by the bickering Archangels. He's stiffer than Emily and she...

Emily has never been in a situation as tense like this before; even counting the disastrous court hearing with Charlie.

Since her creation, she had always been told that these are the most fearsome angels in Heaven; that they are both merciful and merciless, especially when it comes to protecting Heaven.

Sera: We strive to be like them, Emily. Our actions must all lead to one goal: safeguarding Heaven.

Emily: But Lucifer was their brother!

Sera: Those in power are always faced with harsh choices. And they stay in power because they can make those choices.

Emily: I still don't understand.

Sera: As Head Seraphim, I am also faced with constant challenges. But I do it all to protect our home. But you, you are still learning. And for now.. this shall be my burden to carry.

Emily: But.... What if I mess up?

Sera: That is why I will teach you, Emily. You still have so-

Emily: No! I mean.. The stories said that Lucifer was their most precious brother but he was still cast down. So what I mess up, Sera?

Sera: What?

Emily: Will you cast me down too?

Sera never did give her answer.

Uriel: How could you keep this from us, Michael? Do we not deserve to know such vital information? Especially when it's about our dear Samael?

Michael: I understand you're all angry. But I only found out mere days ago. I kept coming back just to check if my eyes weren't playing tricks on me. I wanted to be sure-

A resounding bang echoed through the room as the Archangel of Healing forcefully slammed his palms onto the table, causing a collective flinch amongst everyone.

Rapahel: Bullshit! You were going to keep this all to yourself again; just like everything concerning Samael!

Jophiel, who is next to him, is rubbing circles in her brother's back in an attempt to calm Raphael down.

Jophiel: Given your track record concerning our little brother, we have every right to doubt you right now.

Camael: I think what they're trying to say is that you should've told us the second you found out. It doesn't matter if you're not sure, we can be there to help you figure it out. Something as concerning as Samael's death... that is not something you keep for as long as you should have.

Sir Pentious: Lucifer.

A sudden quiet fell over the assembled angels as their attention shifted towards the unexpected source of the interruption.

Emily stares at Sir Pentious is slight horror because her new friend just interrupted the Archangels' conversation.

Camael: I'm sorry?

Emily: Sir Pentious! You can't speak to them like-

But the snake only repeats himself.

Sir Pentious: Hisssssss Majesty's name isssss Lucifer.

For an agonizing minute, no one spoke. Whether it's because of Sir Pentious' correction or their presence, Emily isn't sure.

It was Michael who broke free from the collective stupor. With a weary sigh, he ran a hand through his disheveled hair, the weight of responsibility present upon his face. Emily braced herself, anticipating a reprimand for their intrusion, but to her surprise, the Sword of Heaven merely nodded in acknowledgment.

Michael: He's right. We can't keep disrespecting Sa- Lucifer's wishes even if he isn't here with us.

That broke whatever freezing spell the others had, confusion now paints their features.

Gabriel: I'm sorry who are these people?

While that question was directed at Michael, the Archangel of Wisdom directed theirs on the two of them.

Uriel: Who are you?

Emily: I'm uhm Emily, Your Heavenly Grace. I'm the Seraphim in training under Sera.. and this is Sir P-Pentious. Our uh newly redeemed soul from Hell.

She said the last part almost in a whisper but it seems like they all heard it nonetheless because they are now looking at them with pure disbelief.

Camael: Redeemed?!

Jophiel: From Hell?!

Raphael: Are you saying that this was once a sinner soul?!

Sir Pentious took a bit of an offense to that.

Sir Pentious: This has a name. I am the great Sir Pentiousssss, inventor and former resssssident of the hellish realm!

Uriel: H-How is that possible? Were you planning on keeping this from us too, Michael?

Michael and Emily both stood up so fast at that accusation.

Michael: No! I only knew of this today!

Emily: He didn't know!

The Messenger of God only raised an eyebrow at this and crossed his arms, a silent gesture to explain further.

Michael falls to his chair looking more tired than ever before.

Michael: Apparently, this soul arrived here months ago but the Head Seraphim chose not to mention anything to me or any of you.

Emily: Sera just wanted to know how it happened before telling anyone but with what happened that last... extermination, I think she was afraid.

Gabriel: She had the right to. What was she thinking?! First approving of this yearly genocide behind our backs and now this redeemed soul?! Tell me, young Seraph, are there any other secrets you're keeping from us?

Emily: I-

As multiple eyes manifested across the Archangel's form, a tangible sense of unease swept through the room. Michael then made a decisive move, positioning himself firmly between his brother and Emily, a silent but unmistakable gesture of protection.

Michael: There's no more, Gabe. Aside from this soul's-

Sir Pentious: ehem

Michael: -sorry, Sir Pentious' current redeemed status, Sera knows as much as us. Isn't that correct, young Emily?

Emily: Uh- Yes! We have no idea how, he just showed up in a beam of light suddenly. Please believe us.

As Uriel also positioned himself in front of Gabriel, his gaze a silent warning, Gabriel relented, reverting to his usual form and taking a seat, the tension visibly vanishing from his posture.

Michael gives him a silent thank you and controls himself.

Michael: Young Seraph, as much as we are delighted to know that redemption is possible, with the threat of a war hanging upon us, it is too dangerous right now to grant new souls in. We cannot do anything about the current human souls that is entering our gates but we can control those coming from Hell. So we can't let it be known for now- in Heaven or in Hell.

Emily understands but she still felt anger bubbling inside her. This is supposed to be good news! They finally told the top angels and they still need to keep it a secret? Charlie would be so hurt not knowing that her dream is becoming a reality.

Raphael: Damn the war, Michael! Our baby brother is going to die! I am not gonna make the same mistake twice by choosing Heaven over my own sibling. Never again.

Gabriel: What he said.

Emily can't count anymore how many times the Head Archangel had sighed throughout their encounter.

Michael: I know. I would like nothing more that to prevent that. But.. this is the Fates.

Uriel: ...He's right. We all know that even Father can't change what has already been woven.

Jophiel: So what? We just sit here and let Lucifer die?

Michael: Lucifer does not want our help. And we cannot stop Fate. This war will happen and Lucifer will perish in it.

Camael: Then what can we do?

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Michael: We delay it.

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Forgive me if it's a bit messy.

If you can't tell this is kind of in Emily's POV.

I love Sera okay but if I kept a secret as messed up as a genocide, I would probably refrain from telling my bosses that we there was probably no need for it anyway after finding out that redemption is real.

I'd also like to think that the Archangels are just as emotion-driven as Lucifer but only in front of their family. Anyone outside of them sees them as stoic and cold (that's why that is how Emily sees them).

#hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin alastor #hazbin charlie #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lilith #hazbin husk #hazbin vaggie #hazbin nifty #hazbin cherri bomb #hazbin emily #hazbin sir pentious #hazbin sera #hazbin michael #hazbin angel oc #hazbin adam #hazbin lute #hazbin hotel charlie #hazbin hotel husk #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel angel oc #hazbin hotel angel dust #hazbin hotel niffty #hazbin hotel cherri bomb #hazbin hotel emily #hazbin hotel sera #hazbin hotel michael #lucifer centric

[sonicasura]

You can blame the anime Ushio and Tora for this idea.

Trollhunters but every time Jim uses the amulet, he slowly becomes a troll.

Let me explain. In the show Ushio and Tora, there's an weapon called the Beast Spear. A magical item that grants the wielder the power to slay evil spirits. Though there is a cost as the wielder will eventually become a beast, specifically Tora's species: Azafuse for 2015 reboot or Bakaneko in the original series.

Amulet of Daylight had always been made for Trollkind but it never gotten a human holder before. Well, at least until it chosen a certain Jim Lake Jr. Knowing who made the amulet and Merlin's skewed viewpoint about how things should be handled... I won't be surprised if he added such a function.

Now it starts as a slow process that wouldn't be noticable at first. His skin begins to feel dry, grows a bit hairier, teeth looking a bit sharp. Subtle changes as the deeper the transformation, the harder it is to reverse it. Next an odd coloration to his skin akin to bruising in some spots alongside minor headaches and toothaches.

The signs something is wrong will become noticeable to Jim when he finds dry blood on his pillow from the small horn nubs and some teeth fall out to be replaced with troll tusks later. His skin drying out until it flakes off to reveal soft clay skin like a scorpion molting. Further changes are more painful though mainly cause it involves his insides.

Jim's skin hardening to stone, his ring finger merging with the middle, horn growth, and two toes on both feet merge together aren't gonna be as painful as this. If I were to describe the pain, I say it's like being molded, stretched then dried in fire similar to clay. Albeit the clay is human bones and organs.

Things only get worse as certain items such as the Gritshaka, Gravesand and the Triumbric Stones accelerates the process. Yup! Jim's Eclipse armor practically triples the transformation speed but also set his new troll species: Gumm-Gumm. Specifically one just like Gunmar albeit more like an opposite. If the Gumm Gumm King is Yin, then Jim shall be his Yang.

He purifies those converted by Gunmar, undo Creeper's Sun poison and potentially so much more. A living manifestation of what a Heartstone is meant to do than Jim's twisted opposite. To heal instead of rot.

Jim's transformation would fully be completed during his stay in the Darklands as Gunmar's Decimaar Blade will speed up the process as well. He got his wish in a way. Jim replaced his son species wise but he will never control the Trollhunter.

Reunions for Team Trollhunters and the Lake Family is gonna be very awkward. Everyone, especially Jim, needs a shit ton of hugs. Someone needs to let Barbara whale on Merlin with a broom.

I just realized an Ushio and Tora AU would definitely fit with Draal as Tora while Jim takes Ushio's role. Although Jimbo will need a curse item like a prototype or twisted amulet replica and accidentally turns Draal into a Demon Troll using it. It takes place at least a year before Trollhunters canon mainly for shenanigans. Kanijar completely unaware of his son getting into trouble and then finding out in the most insane way sounds hilarious to me.

Bular fits too as Tora was quite antagonistic at the beginning. He also ate humans until he was imprisoned. Bular had been kidnapped by humans before in canon so it would be plausible to have him sealed up in someone's basement by an object like a long sword.

That's my opinion anyway.

Edit: You guys can also have a shot at this! I crave chaos and I love to see what people can come up with.

#sonicasura #tales of arcadia trollhunters #toa trollhunters #trollhunters #toa #tales of arcadia #james lake junior #james lake jr #jim lake junior #jim lake jr #troll!jim #troll jim #mentioned fandoms #ushio and tora #ushio and tora reboot #ushio and tora anime #back on my angst flavord bullshit #free prompt

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Can you do a ror loki and child reader hel needing help taking care of her rotten skin, so they do like skincare? Thank you!!

A/N: Gladly Anon, I absolutely adore these ideas with reader Hel and Loki. Thought I didn't expect RoR! Loki, how interesting~

This is going to be to write about~ <3

A fathers healing touch! 💜💚

➩ In the halls of Asgard, Loki, the god of mischief, found himself facing an unexpected challenge. His youngest daughter, Y/N, had been suffering from a mysterious ailment that caused her skin to rot.

Desperate to help her, Loki was desperate to find a solution, despite his usual penchant for chaos and mischief.

➩ Reader type: Reader!Child Hel and RoR!Loki

⚠: Struggling with skin conditions, rotten skin, single father Loki trying his best! 😭

“Y/N, my dear daughter, fear not. We shall find a remedy for your skin.."

Loki tries his best to reassure Y/N who found herself sobbing uncontrollably. She was panicked, distraught over her condition.

The constant pain, the oils and creams that never seemed to heal her, helping her in the slightest. It was tiring and she had almost lost all hope!

"But father! We tried everything, and nothing seems to work. I fear this rot will consume me.."

Y/N sobbed, about to throw away what the two had been brought to possibly heal her rotten skin. She hated this and herself for being born this way!

But right when she was about to, Loki grabs her wrist gently, never harsh towards her but understanding of her struggles.

She lowers her hand carefully while the girl sobbed, calming down from her fit of blind rage. Loki takes the ointments out of her grasp and makes Y/N face him.

"Nonsense, my child! There is always a solution. I'll travel out to find something, you stay home alright?"

Loki smiles reassuringly at Y/N, wiping away her tears and snot from her round little face, like he had done ever since she was a baby.

His precious little baby.

“Alright.. Please be careful.”

Now filled with the same goal as the previous one. Loki, concerned for his daughter's well-being, decided find help.

He knew he couldn't rely on the traditional remedies the gods used for this issue.

Instead, he had no choice but to venture into Midgard, the realm of humans, in search of a solution.

He hated that it had come to this, that he needed to seek out the humans' remedies instead of the gods.

He almost felt a little ashamed since It was supposed to be the opposite! But he would do anything to help and insure his daughters happiness and health.

Arriving at a bustling marketplace, Loki in disguise stumbled upon a small stall adorned with an array of skincare products.

Intrigued, he approached the vendor, met with an elderly woman who gave him a gentle smile.

"Excuse me, my lady," Loki began, not even trying to sound nice but just to get this over with. He needed to save his daughter!

"My daughter is in dire need of assistance. Her skin has taken a turn for the worse, and I seek a remedy to heal her."

The vendor studied Loki for a moment, the god suddenly feeling anxiety wash over him, he was worried she would see through his disguise for a moment before she just nodded knowingly.

Much to Loki's relief who thought he had been caught!

"Ah, the skin is a delicate canvas, especially in harsh conditions. Fear not, for I have just the solution for your daughter."

She handed Loki an assortment of creams, oils, and serums, explaining their benefits and how to use them.

Loki, grateful for her guidance, paid for the products and hurried back to Y/N in their divine realm.

Upon his return, Y/N greeted her father with a mix of curiosity and scepticism.

"What is all this, Father?" she inquired, eyeing the skincare products in his hands.

"These, my dear child, are the tools to restore your skin to its former glory,"

Loki declared with a confident grin.

"We shall test these out on you, it will be like us doing some skincare together~"

Y/N hesitant at first, trusted her father's judgement and agreed to give it a try.

With Loki's guidance, they began their skincare routine, applying the creams and oils with care and precision on the parts of Y/N's body where her skin had rotted.

Loki always made sure to stop if it brought Y/N any discomfort or was starting to hurt.

After all, the rotten skin was almost like burn marks, they were sensitive and could easily hurt by the slightest touch.

As they worked together, Y/N couldn't help but notice a change. Her skin, once dull and lifeless, started to regain its vitality.

The cracks began to heal slightly, and a healthy glow returned to her complexion but the scars were still there.

"This is remarkable, Father!" Y/N exclaimed, marvelling at her reflection.

"I never imagined this was possible to heal, thank you so much father!"

Loki beamed with pride, his heart swelling with affection for his daughter.

"Nothing is beyond our reach when we work together, darling~"

Loki spoke softly, pulling Y/N into a gentle hug before kissing the top of her head with love and compassion.

#writing #record of ragnarok #shuumatsu no valkyrie #fluff #angst #ror loki #snv loki #child reader #single father loki #reader and cannon

[papacopia-crucified]

Heya. Since you all like my first bat!Copia fic and sent me some heart warming comments and messages, I fell that I cannot let you all down. ❤️❤️ thank you so much ❤️🦇

After Dark pt. 2

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It was a busy week, but not just for you but for Copia too. Me made some mayor changes. His wing finally healed to your joy and he seemed happy too. Always cuddling with your rat Penelope, and it was just so cute. It was finally Saturday morning, cause you finished another long night shift.

“Good morning guys.” You greeted your two favourite companion and that’s when you realised that Copia was gone. You immediately started to panic and checked the window in your room, it was slightly opened, to your uttermost horror.

“Oh… no. No. No. No. Please no!” You went to look after him everywhere in your flat, but he was nowhere, did he flew away from you?

“You’re such a fool (y/n), you cannot prison him here all for his life.” You just happy that he’s fully healed. After all that you went back to check on Penelope, who was peacefully drinking and when she looked at you, you saw something in her eyes, like she was sad.

“Ohh. My poor girl. You miss Copia too? Yeah me too. He was so adorable.” You get her out of the aquarium and placed her on your chest, hugging her close. She burred her little head into you, while you sat down on your bed and sighed.

“I guess it’s just the two of us again.” Your head hit the pillow, Penelope laid down by your side, just resting. As you closed your eyes you felt your eyelids close and your world faded away.

In your dream you opened your eyes. You were not home anymore but I’m the woods. You instantly sat up and you saw that you were indeed in the woods sitting on the ground which was surprisingly warm to the touch. In the distance you heard chanting, it may be Latin so you got up and followed the sound. As you approached the spot you saw that the clothes you wore changed into a crisp white dress, floor length, almost transparent, what made you blush, wore no shoes and a veil or something like that caged your head. You also noticed that a upside down cross necklace was in your neck, and you knew immediately what it was. It was a Ghost necklace, you wore once, but unfortunately lost it years ago. As you were close to the chanting, you stopped to hide behind a tree, only your face what was still visible. And that’s when you saw a group of…….nuns?

“I. Papa Emeritus the Fourth, Child of the night, shall receive the blood of the Unholy Gods Under.”

“And I. Vlad Tepes the Third, Father of all children of the night, Impaler of enemies, The immortal Dracul shall give you my blood, to be the creature who brings chaos and darkness into the World of mankind. You shall receive my blood, to spread my word.” You cannot believe what you seen at that moment. Dracula is real? As you witnessed the ceremony you felt a sudden pull to Papa Emeritus.

“Now to begin with the ceremony, I’d have to drain almost all of your blood, Papa Emeritus the Fourth, and after that you shall drink mine, to close the circle, and to make you my apprentice, my descendant. Do you accept that?” Papa kneeled down in front of his and bared Vlad his neck.

“I accept my Lord.”

“Your body needs to die, your consciousness will remain. Do not fret Papa. It’ll take only minutes, and after that you’ll wake up as one of my kind.” Vlad leaned into Papa’s neck and closed his eyes, after his fangs shoot out and bit down on Papa’s neck. An agonising moan left Papa’s mouth as he grabbed onto Tepes’ arms. His eyes rolled into his skull, as Vlad drink almost all of the blood out of his body. Your body shivered, and you almost felt the fangs enter your neck too. The nuns started to chant something again, it’s Latin, you felt sudden dizziness, headache and nausea. Vlad stopped drinking from Papa’s neck and he fell to the grass, almost lost all consciousness.

“And now Papa Emeritus the Fourth, receive my blood, become the creature of the night.” Tepes sliced his skin with his long and sharp nail and blood dropped onto the floor. He took it to Papa’s mouth and he latched onto it, drinking the warm liquid. Vlad tossed his head back in pain? You did not know, but sure it was weird to see. He looked into your way and you hid your body behind the tree. After a while you went to see what’s happening but Tepes was gone, only Papa was waking up from the ground, sitting.

“There you are Lady (y/n). We have been waiting for you.” He smiled blood dried oh his lips, his hand stretched out for you to take. And you did. He led you out of your hiding spot and approached the still intoxicated Papa. That’s when you realised that what he had become.

“Vampire?”

“We better like it the creature of the night Love. I knew I chose well. And now, we shall crown the new Prime Mover of Papa Emeritus IV. Lady (Y/N) Tepes. My child, daughter of a human, daughter of an immortal.” Your eyes widened at his words.” Do not fret my child. It’s your destiny.” Your dad was sure he’s doing the right thing. You looked over to Papa who was now standing in front of the two of you, his eyes fixated on you. Looking into your eyes and you felt your heart flutter.

“Papa.” It slipped out of your mouth like a prayer.

“Lady (Y/N).” He said in a raspy voice

“I see you’re awakened fully. Now to seal the marriage you Papa have to drink from her.”

“What?”

“My daughter. You chose Papa Emeritus to be yours so I shall give you that dream, but he must……..”

“Vampires!!!” You heard sudden shouting, and felt sudden pain from where your heart was. You only hear Papa as he shouts and catches you in his arms. He sats down with you, holding you close.

“This will hurt love.” He said and with his remaining energy grabbed the arrow which pierced through your lung and tossed it aside. Blood started to flee from the wound and you looked at your Papa.

“Please don’t waste it. Drink from me.” You showed him your neck and he was hesitant.

“I…. I don’t want to it to hurt… cara mia.” He stroke your cheek and you grabbed his hand.

“Please.”

“Alright amore mio.” You sat up and hugged him, also baring him your neck, which he bit down on shortly after.

“Ahh…” you moaned out, not because of pain but because of pleasure, heard every gulp while he drink your remaining blood. He sensed that you’ll pass soon and stopped.

“I…. Ti amo, mia dolcezza. Remember me.” He said and kissed your already cold lips.

You suddenly woke up in a cold sweat, checking your surroundings, you saw that Penelope was still next to you, still sleeping peacefully. It was late afternoon, almost dark outside. And you just processed what had happened in your dream.

“Oh my Satanas Penelope. You cannot believe what I dreamed of….”

And that night you told every little detail about your dream to Penelope,listened to all of your words.

Little did you know that your favourite Papa’s watching you from afar. Still in his bat form, waiting for the perfect moment to meet you again.

Oh boy. There it is part 2. I genuinely don’t know what I’m doing😂😂 but if hope you like it🤭❤️

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#the band ghost #cardinal copia #ghost bc #papa emeritus iv #ghost #tobias forge #cardinal copia x reader #papa emeritus iv x reader #Dracopia #dracopia x reader #bat!copia

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TCF Summary Arc by Arc (Part 4/8)

Every TCF story arc in a nutshell

Volume 4: chapters 300-399

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Whipper VS Mogoru Round 2 – Attack on Titan x Fullmetal Alchemist Crossover! Cale: (Alright, just pretending to be on the Empire's side to backstab them later. No prob-) Raon: Honte is a zombie Cale: Wait what The Ancient Powers: And that's black magic disguised as alchemy Cale: What The Ancient Powers: Also those golems are made out of people's souls Cale: WHAT Litana: *video-calling* And the Empire is attacking the Jungle at this very moment! Cale: *flips the table* Well f*** this s*** Adin: Wha-? Cale: *chokes Adin* HEY LOOK EVERYONE, THIS GUY IS POSSESSED BY BLACK MAGIC The Empire's Soldiers: *confused as hell* The Empire's VIPs: (…well s***) The Sun Twins: *enter* The Empire's VIPs: (Oh f***!) Cale: *burns the golems* Adin: So it WAS you! Cale: Yeah, obviously b****. And whoever's controlling Honte is the real Tower Master right Honte: Bhuaha, fools, you shall all die! *blows up* Cale: *saves the day with a holy-looking shield* Everyone: *stops fighting out of shock* The Ancient Powers: Cale why did you do that?? You have a freaking dragon Cale: Reasons…? The Ancient Powers: You lying tsundere. Just admit you care Cale: Never Clopeh: *recording everything in the background* ✨Legend…!✨ Cale: Now let's go to the Jungle- *faints* [Enemy Adin Fled the Battle!] [You won! You earned the trust of the Empire's Sun God believers!] *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 13 (Double Combo!)*

Saving the Jungle Round 2 – Naruto x Encanto Crossover! Tasha: Young master Cale, we dark elves sure love free dead mana and all, but this is just too much… Cale: Don't worry about it, I'll eat it Tasha: Wait wha- Cale: *Mokuton-no-jutsus the trees* Adin: *video-calling* So what is it that you want, Cale Henituse? Cale: A slacker life Adin: Ha! Good one Cale: No really, I am serious Adin: Yeah right Cale: (Why doesn't he believe me?!) Cale: I will look for you, I will find you, and I will kill you Adin: Good luck *sends a signal to blow up the airship* Eruhaben: How about no Cale: Nice! Free airship Eruhaben: (…this greedy bastard) Cale: *falls over from hunger* Everyone: *panics* Young master Cale-! Eruhaben: Don't worry, I got this. *picks up Cale like a bag of potatoes* *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 14*

Rebellion in the Empire Plot – Start! Cale: So let's make it look like I'm hurt so that Adin doesn't know I'm coming for him Alberu: Alright Also Alberu: *to everyone* Cale's dead Everyone: GASP! Cale: Wait what? Quit telling people I'm dead! Alberu: Sometimes, I can still hear his voice… Cale's group: *sneaks into the Bell Tower* Adin: *casually drinking dead mana and looking down at a mountain of corpses* I shall monologue about my evil plans because I'm alone and 100% safe here Cale's group: *records everything* Adin: Oh and I could really use that healing power from the Mercenary King Cale: *adds meeting the Mercenary King to his to-do list* Cale's group: *displays the footage of Adin being evil all over the Empire* Adin: *Surprised Pikachu Face*

Overthrowing the Empire – Adin and the Lich The Dark Elves: Hahaha, more free dead mana!! Cale: Ok Choi Han, this is it. Beat up that b**** Choi Han: *cracks knuckles* Yes Cale-nim Adin: Wait wha- Choi Han: *beats him up* Cale: *casually eating a breadroll in the background* (Ah, so refreshing...) [Choi Han is Evolving! Congratulations! Your Despair Aura had evolved into Aura of Despair and Happiness!] Cale: *thumbs up* Cale's group: *evacuating the civilians and causing chaos all over the place* Bernard: Enough! Let's resolve this calmly and peacefully Rex: Just let him hug you first Bernard: Wait wha- Jack: *exposes Sir Bernard as the true Tower Master* Bernard: Well it doesn't matter. I shall kill all of you anyway Hannah & Mary: *charge* [Hannah Used the Divine Item of the Sun God! It's Super Effective!]

Battle at the Empire – Final Boss Reveal! [A Wild White Star Appeared!] White Star: *telepathically projecting at Cale* (Who are you?) Cale: (…does he expect me to yell my name over the battlefield, or…?) White Star: I shall make you eat this baby dragon next to you and turn you into a Dragon Slayer like me Cale: *hugs Raon legit scared for the first time* Eruhaben: You DARE threaten my children, b****?? Eruhaben: *goes on a war path* White Star: *uses the Sky Attribute for the first time* The Ancient Powers: That is like, super deadly Cale: (Well f***) Cale: RUN!!! Cale's group: *shocked* (…but we never had to retreat before??) Cale: I shall use the Divine Item- Hannah: Do you even know how?! Cale: … Hannah: …You dumb sacraficial bastard Cale's group: *defends together with the ✨Power of Friendship✨* Everyone: We survived!!! Cale: Call Alberu- *faints* [Enemy White Star Fled the Battle!] *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 15*

Meeting the Mercenary King Cale: *wakes up* Oh hi Alberu what are you doing here Alberu: *has spent past 2 weeks cleaning up Cale's mess* What do you THINK, you dumb bastard?? Cale: Thank you your highness. I gotta go to the Eastern Continent now Alberu: (And this workaholic claims he wants to be a SLACKER??) *hands him intel* Ok here's what we got on the Mercenary King Cale: Thanks bye Alberu: (…I will definitely get revenge on that headache inducing bastard) Cale's group: *arrives at Cale's inn* Cale: So we're looking for the Mercenary Ki- Ron: Oh him, he's right here Cale: Are you kidding me Bud: *hugs Cale* FRIEND! Cale: ??? Bud: *puts on glasses* Wait you're not my friend. But you smell like an alcoholic, so you must be my friend! Cale: You mistook me for the White Star, didn't you Bud: Yup Cale: You want to kill him too? Bud: Absolutely! Since he's trying to kill me anyway Cale: Join us. We got alcohol Bud: Sure! Cale: (…another lunatic on board, huh)

The Wind Island Cale's group: We're all going Bud: Only the person with wind attribute can enter tho? Cale's group: *waits at the entrance like a bunch of puppies* Cale: *enters the Wind Island* The Ancient Powers: Let us tell you exposition about the Ancient Times Cale: …So basically, the White Star is a copycat of an ancient lunatic with the Sky Attribute who tried to take over the world The Ancient Powers: Yup. And there's another helpful item for you to take from here Cale: Oh that's nice. So I just grab it? The Ancient Powers: Uh, about that… Cale: (Well f***) Cale: *gets trapped in a traumatic illusion of living in a world where everybody else died for a week* Cale: Welp. Time to blow up an island, I guess Cale: *sets the sea on fire* *Cale coughs blood and/or faints counter: 16*

The Directory Bud: I'm your secretary now. Cale: But we didn't even have that drinking contest-? Ron: *looms menacingly in the background* Cale: Nevermind Bud: Yeah so this is the record of a 1,000 years, so there's no way to- Cale: *memorizes almost 10,000 books in a week* Got it Bud: Wait what Cale: I think the White Star was the first Mercenary King? Bud: (Well f***) Bud: Welp. Time to blow up the Directory, I guess Ron: Let's use this for the dramatic return of the Molan Household Ron & Beacrox: *make epic comeback Michael Bay-style*

The Castle of Light Eruhaben: Yeah so this castle has been off limits since the last Dragon Lord died, so there's not way to- [Dragon Crown (Key Item) Has been Activated!] Eruhaben: Wait what *The Castle of Light Opens* Sheritt: *to Raon* Welcome, my child. Now let me tell you exposition about your origins Cale: ...So basically, the White Star is a reincarnator because he was cursed for breaking the vow of protecting this castle? Sheritt: Yes. And my second child is probably dead Everyone: That motherf***ing bastard. Sheritt: Agreed. I'm going to rip him to pieces if I ever see him [Enemy White Star wants to fight!] Sheritt: Perfect. *goes on a war path* [Cale Used the Dragon Crown! It's Super Effective!] Cale: So we're safe under our defences and have a back exit, while the White Star believes we're trapped and exhausted… Let's go around and smack that bastard from behind. Also Raon Mother's-nim – we're taking you with us Sheritt: But I'm stuck in the castle? Cale: Let's take the castle then. Where do you want to put it? I'm like, super rich Sheritt: *Surprised Pikachu Face* [Dragon Lord Castle Acquired!] Cale's group: *enters the Dragon Slayer Village* Cale: *finds the book titled as the same novel he got transmigrated into with the same author* Choi Han: Uncle…? Cale: (WTF???) Cale: Nevermind, let's deal with this later. Everybody ready to fight? Bud: Hey, why am I not fighting?! I'm not baggage! I'm a freaking Sword Master! Cale: You're right. I'm the baggage. Bud: Ah, Cale, don't talk about yourself like tha- Cale: Shut up and carry me Bud: ??? The Cat Tribe: *looks at On & Hong* Oh look, it's those dirty trash! Cale: (So you have chosen… death) Cale's group: *smacks the White Star from behind* [Enemy White Star Fled the Battle!] [Congratulations! You did not bleed or faint this time either!!]

Back to the Empire Hannah: So the Empire is planning another rebellion, but a bad one Cale: You wanna bathe in the blood of your enemies again? Hannah: YES Cale: Great. We're getting rid of all the remaining alchemist towers. Everybody ready? Everyone: Yup Cale: Time to destroy the Empire again *priest mode on* Plavin: Oh it's you, what can I do for you? Cale: Gather a ton of magic stones for me and I'll arrange your meeting with the new Pope (On the execution block, lol) Plavin: I'll do it!! Cale: Perfect.

God of Death sends Cale a Fan Letter Cage: Um, young master Cale…? The God of Death sent you a note for some reason God of Death: Dear Kim Rok Soo. You were supposed to die instead of your best friends. That's why I think you're cool. BTW, in a few months you'll either die or return to your old world, so good luck Cale: … Cage: …Is it something bad? Cale: No? *just inwardly had a whole PTSD flashback about it* Alberu: *suspicious* Really. Then what did it say Cale: (Let's tell them the least concerning thing) Cale: He said I was supposed to die Everybody: *freaks out* …That motherf***ing God of Death!!! Cale: (…What’s with them?) Choi Han: I'll be visiting Syrem in prison to get his ancient powers Cale: Sure. Go for it Choi Han: *comes back* I got them. …Also, your highness, there's a hole in the prison wall now Alberu: *headache mode activate* (Those lunatics... Cale's people only eat and destroy things) Also Alberu: *does not consider himself one of those lunatics. He's wrong.*

Rebellion in the Empire, the Sequel Cale: *steals the magic stones from Plavin and replaces them with rocks* (Ah, so refreshing...) Eruhaben: *video-calling* Cale, Choi Han just fainted Cale: What?! Why? Eruhaben: The God of Death sent a note saying he's getting a vision? Something about Choi Jung Soo Cale: *realizes his transmigrator status is going to get exposed* …That motherf***ing God of Death!!!

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#tcf #trash of the count's family #lcf #lout of the count’s family #summary #story arc #tcf funny summary series #tcf humor #tcf hilarious moments #tcf volume 4

[i-am-beckyu]

:0 fake fic titles!?

Idk how many you want so I will send three

'A heart that warms coldly'

2. 'When the player strikes back'

3. 'Are... Are we still friends?'

If you want more, just tell me!

(also I responded to your ask incase you didn't see it)

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-✨anon✨

3! WOOOOOOOO

A heart that warms coldly

Techno liked living in the Snowy Tundras. Sure it was cold and far away from anyone and everyone but at least it was quiet. Just him his thoughts and the tiny screams of something in his walls.

Wait….

Ranboo is not having a good day. First he lost his hook when on a supply run, then he got chased by a rat which forced him outside into the snow, which of course led to a bird snatching him up to take him back to its nest which thankfully he had his trusty needle sword and got out of its claws, but proceeded to drop him several feet down into a random houses chimney.

He’s lucky he survived the fall, only now he’s trying not to be burned alive by the flames below him….

Hehehe Can you imagine the awkward saviour moment? I can :3

When the player strikes back

Things all mortals should know: how to survive, who’s really your friend and that you never accept a game with a God.

The gods do not care for lesser beings such as themselves, but the human mortals have always been a pique of entertainment. They show more smarts than most creatures and their competitive nature makes them grand candidates for their board games. For what fun is there in moving a game piece when the game pieces move themselves?

Tommy should have remembered the rules better. Because now he’s part of the God of Strategy’s Board game and said God seems to like to rewrite the rules to cause Tommy the most chaos possible….

I was half tempted to not share this one because I’ve had this idea for ages and still maybe wanna write it, but we shall see.

Are… Are we still friends?

Tommy is a sizeshifter and he and Tubbo have been friends for years. Except he never told Tubbo he could shift.

Now he had meant to tell Tubbo, really he had. But when your friend is 3 inches tall, and deathly afraid of humans would you tell them you live as a human in the apartment complex upstairs? Uh no I didn’t think so either.

Tommy kinda wishes he had though. Because maybe he wouldn’t have found his friend in his apartment late one night when he came home and discovered the truth. Maybe then he wouldn’t be outside Tubbos front door trying to mend their friendship…:

Yep this one will be fun. Much healing and lying and trust issues I think lol.

Thank you for the 3 lovely titles ✨anon✨

I think I’m a still tuck on sizeshifter brain rot lol

#✨anon✨ my beloved #mcyt gt #mcyt g/t #beckyu writes #fake fic title game

[steelcladbutterfly]

Yandere Ao Guang: Poison

Here is one more from my Halloween prompts. I’m wondering if I should post my second version of Archdemon here in parts cause I still have like 3 more arcs to finish and I’m already over 30,000 words. Guess I’ll figure it out when I get to it!

Prompts: Poison, Shadow, Hide 

Ao Guang is one of the four dragon kings in Chinese folklore, most notably of the East Sea, though he is also the head of the four dragon kings. In Fengshen Yanyi, Ao Guang was known to cause chaos, creating droughts and dangerous storms to the point people feared his wrath if they brought it up to the Jade Emperor. In Journey to the West, he takes on a more helpful role, lending aid to Sun Wukong on different occasions. He is known to be aloof and regal, but always being asked after for favors. 

Favors are given and taken solely for Ao Guang’s needs in his mind. There is very little use he has for them if they do not help him as well. After many other nearly one sided favors; the Monkey Kong and his staff as a prominent example, the Dragon King of the East had decided to only give favors to those who could help him in return. 

Such was the case of a poisoning brought to his attention. (Y/n) was young and healthy, so them falling ill out of the blue frightened their spouse; Hisoki. He was frantic in looking for a cure, terrified with every day that passed as he seemed to be no closer to finding a cure. 

The only thing he had tracked down so far was the fact that the poison had come from the seas. It was used most often by the more demonic denizens of the east sea, but any plea he made to those he could easily reach granted him only negatives. Many knew of the poison, but few if any had any idea of an antidote or how to pull the poison out entirely. The only ones who knew for certain were those who actually used it; thieves and bandits, demons and evil creatures. Otherwise, the only being who may have enough power to help him our was the ruler of the east seas; Ao Guang himself. 

Hisoki had heard many tales about the Dragon Kings, most no more than mere warnings to stay under their view, but he was desperate. (Y/n) was getting worse, limbs weakening and hardly able to keep down a meal without throwing it back up. He would not be here otherwise, prostrate before the Dragon King, room mercifully empty from the rest of his court after they had been ordered out. 

“So, you come to me for a favor? To heal your… lover.” 

He spoke with disgust, spitting out the word as if it had personally wronged him, as if Ao Guang could not see what (Y/n) meant to Hisoki. 

“Yes! Please, I’d be willing to do anything! Please, just save my (Y/n)!” 

Ao Guang’s eyes narrowed, humanoid body rippling as though he was about to burst forth in all the splendor of his gigantic true form. However, he swiftly calmed, pushing himself up from his throne before slowly treading down to where Hisoki trembled on the floor. 

“I shall lend you my aid, but I shall hold you to your promise of anything in return. Now, guide me to (Y/n) so that I may aid them.” 

Hisoki gasped, scrambling up with hope welling up within him once more now that he was reassured of (Y/n)’s health soon to return. 

“Yes! Right away!” 

~~~~~ 

Ao Guang could feel his lip begin to curl in disgust the closer they came to where the ever lovely (Y/n) rested. He cared not for the gnat his beloved had claimed to love enough to move permanently to the surface, but he knew this was his best chance to finally have them back where they belonged. 

A favor given is a favor earned and the favor he would take from this sorry excuse for a human would be all the sweeter after the horrible sight of the weakened (Y/n) he would soon have to brave once more.

If he took them, they would fight him the whole way, but by going out of his way to hide his influence in their poisoning, before swooping in from out of the shadows to cure them would give him more than enough reason to ask for their hand in return. And, there was ultimately nothing standing in his way any longer, after all, what could Hisoki possibly do in retaliation. He smirked, finally satisfied with the lengths he had had to go through from the shadows to have his darling (Y/n) back after so many agonizing years apart. 

~~~~~

The sound of footsteps just outside your room woke you from the feverish daze you had been lying in. Straining to get up, you were swiftly helped by Hisoki, who carefully and lovingly positioned you into a more comfortable sitting position. 

Your breathing was shaky even from that small amount of strain, the poison continuing to eat away at your health. Focusing on Hisoki, you listened to his suddenly hopeful words. 

“I’ve found someone who can help you! Don’t worry, you’ll be back to normal soon.” 

You smiled, happy to finally be able to relinquish the burden you had inadvertently placed upon your beloved Hisoki’s shoulders. Until an eerily familiar voice commanded him to leave so the healing could begin. You tried to shakily hold onto him, but your grip was not strong enough, as he cluelessly left you with the last being you had ever wanted to see again. 

Ao Guang had always treated you kindly, but you felt suffocated under his possessiveness and refusal to allow you to go your own way. You had almost resigned yourself to being trapped under his shadow for the rest of time until Hisoki had stumbled upon you during one of the few times you had to yourself. 

He charmed you and soon you found yourself falling for the human, finally deciding to leave behind your shackles and the possessive Dragon King for a more mundane existence, marrying the love of your life and believing your old one to be long left behind you.

You should have known he would come for you eventually even if you thought you had covered your tracks well. Your shoulders slumped in defeat as Ao Guang drew close to your bedside, laying a heavy hand upon your shoulder, brushing the cloth away to caress the bare skin beneath the fabric, before beginning to draw out the poison he had undoubtedly infected you with. 

“Despite the circumstances, I am happy to see you once more, my beloved. You will be much happier back home after this incident has been put behind us. I let you roam around for a number of years, sure you would finally come back, but it appears that I have had to take matters into my own hands. This life is not for you.” 

You trembled, silent tears slipping from your eyes and trickling down your face as his heavy hand pulled you in closer, the opposite arm now encircling you, nearly surrounding you with his larger frame as if trying to hide you from the world, as he continued to pull the poison out, leaving you agonized from the pain and slowness he took to, seeming to relish in your inability to escape.

“Please, this can’t be right. You can’t just take me away from him.” 

A low, deep laugh filled the air as his shoulders shook with malicious humor. 

“Oh, but I can. You see that disgusting gnat you call husband agreed to give me anything in return for the favor of helping you recover. And I’m sure you can work out what that will be, unless all your time amongst these humans has messed with your mind.” 

You sobbed, the pain from the extraction and from the knowledge you were soon to leave your idyllic life and loving husband behind too much for you to handle. But you knew there was no escape, having long ago learned the power he truly held, so you at least tried to spare Hisoki from as much of the wrath Ao Guang had almost certainly boiling below the surface. 

“Then just take me now. Let’s just leave and never return. You don’t have to worry about Hisoki again!” 

He laughed cruelly, taking in your pleading form, shaking hands clutching at his clothes as he contemplated the frankly alluring idea. But Ao Guang wanted him to suffer and he wanted to watch it. 

“No, I think I’ll go out there and ask. Force him to give you up without any hope of gaining you back. For all the years I missed you, I hope he suffers twice as much. You are a prize not easily obtained and I don’t plan on ever letting you get away again. Just wait for me here dearest. I’ll be back soon.” 

You collapsed on the bed as he pulled away, having finally finished pulling out the poison from your still sickly body. He stood up and left, sweeping out of the room to converse with your unsuspecting lover. 

~~~~~ 

Hisoki looked up, several agonizing hours having gone by as he waited outside. Ao Guang slipped out of the room, firmly shutting the door behind him as he strode towards the frantic human. 

“Are they okay? Will they recover now?” 

“Yes, they will. They will be safe and protected from now on-“ 

“Oh thank you, thank you! I have to be with them, please.” 

Hisoki barely noticed the deep frown on the Dragon King’s face at being cut off, but he certainly noticed the arm blocking him from surging past. 

“Before that, we will need to discuss what you owe me in return.” 

“Can’t this wait? I need to check with (Y/n).” 

“No, it cannot wait and I will not wait. I wish for (Y/n) to return to my arms. And I expect you to give them to me quietly.” 

Hisoki stopped dead, a chill running down his spine at what was requested, or more accurately demanded of him. To have them healed only to lose them to the powerful being currently looming over him was something Hisoki could not accept, even without knowledge of the now known prior relationship between his love and the Dragon King. But he hadn’t come this far in life only to lose it from a few misplaced words spoken in anger and desperation. 

“Alright. But please, can’t I at least say goodbye to them? Make sure they will actually recover as you say?” 

~~~~~

Ao Guang stared down at the human before him, narrowing his eyes in suspicion, tempted to deny him and sweep (Y/n) away from there immediately. But he still wanted the human to suffer and what better way than to let him find out what happened and discover he was played for a fool. So, chuckling, he relented, giving him ten minutes before he would return for the best thing to have ever entered his life, and that will never leave it again. 

However, upon returning ten minutes later, he found not a sign of either being anywhere in the house. What he did find was frantic stumbling footsteps leading down a nearly abandoned and hidden side trail. Ao Guang roared, form rippling into his immense full dragon form and rushed after the fleeing couple. They would not escape from him, not this time.

~~~~~

“Hisoki, you need to leave me behind. Please, just save yourself.” 

(Y/n) panted, moving only from the firm grip Hisoki held their hand with, forcing them onwards, away from the true form of Ao Guang rampaging ever closer. 

“No! How could I leave you behind?! I only just got you back. I refuse to give you up, he could have anything else just not you!” 

He tried to keep running, but was soon forced to a stop by a wave of water rushing forth to block their exit. Hisoki looked around frantically, trying to find anything to keep the love of his life from the dark shadow of the Dragon King now forming above them. But (Y/n) planned on giving up, knowing exactly what Ao Guang would do to their lover if he was caught with them. So, with the only power they could muster in their weakened form, they formed a bubble around him and sent him hurtling away and through the otherwise impassable wave of water blocking their front. 

They smiled, even as Hisoki screamed out for them, as they slowly collapsed back into their true form, swiftly being hidden by the much larger mass of Ao Guang. The favor had finally been returned.

~~~~~

Ao Guang clutched the still weak form of his lover, now back to their more human body, close to his chest. Poisoning them really was the best idea to finally have them in his grasp. Of course, he would have healed them and taken them back even if that stupid human hadn’t come to him for a favor, but it worked out so much better to have proof that he had taken them back fairly in a returned favor. However, the very idea that their foolish former spouse would attempt to run off with them after he stated plainly he wanted their hand in return for healing them was absurd. 

But it mattered no longer. All those years, longing from the shadows, having to hide himself and his love from them was now over. There was no escaping for them, especially not when he finally had them safely back in the palace, in his arms, never to leave his sights again. He had waited long enough to finally help himself to a favor such as this. And he would relish in his prize for eons to come. They were his long before they even had the idea to run away from the safety he had promised them before.

#yandere #yandere x reader #yandere god #yandere god x reader #yandere jttw #Technically? #yandere Ao Guang #yandere mythology

[albertfinch]

ENCOURAGING OURSELVES

As followers of Christ, we are not immune from the difficulties of life. Scripture clearly declares that "all that will live godly in this present world shall suffer difficulty" (2 Timothy 3:12). Nevertheless, in the midst of troubles, God always provides a way of escape. The escape, however, is neither the absence of adversity nor the final end of problems. The escape is not a path toward a problem-free life; the "escape" is the company and help of a Person in the midst of our troubles, our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ, who will be in  us "in the valley of the shadow of death" (Psalm 23:4).

When our heart is broken and our dreams are shattered – when we face devastation beyond our strength or understanding – we have the  blessed assurance of Christ's abiding Presence within us (Psalm 34:18). His Presence and precious promises alone offer peace and joy in the midst of chaos and disappointment.

If we're facing financial difficulties, for example, we can experience peace and joy! -- Christ is in us, offering His promise of provision (Philippians 4:19). If we're facing a serious doctor's report, we can experience peace and joy --  Christ is in us, offering His promise of healing (Exodus 15:26).

The promise of Hebrews 13:5-6 releases confidence and courage to face every trial:

"For God Himself has said, 'I will never, never let go your hand: I will never, never forsake you." So that we fearlessly say, "The Lord is my helper; I will not be afraid: what can man do to me?'"

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; And through the rivers, they shall not overflow you. When you walk through the fire, you shall not be burned, Nor shall the flame scorch you." - Isaiah 43:2

Here are some  steps to follow when you feel the storms of life swirling around you and your loved ones and your peace and joy are beginning to wane (Psalm 27:13). You can and will overcome in the midst of life's difficulties (Romans 8:37):

NOW FAITH IS THE SUBSTANCE OF THINGS HOPED FOR

The only right response is to choose to turn to God and believe His Word (affirming and meditating on the scriptures that will set you free and seeing the end result God is bringing to pass). Only then will you enjoy His Presence, experience true peace and overcome adversity (Isaiah 41:10).

Nothing in Heaven or on earth can prevent us from experiencing His love: "Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? [Shall] tribulation, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or sword?" The answer is no one and nothing can separate us from the love of Christ (Romans 8:35)!

Scripture also reminds us that, "In Your presence [is] fullness of joy; At Your right hand [are] pleasures forevermore" (Psalm 16:11). In God's Presence is everything we need to overcome in every situation (Psalm 46:1).

REJOICE AT MIDNIGHT

What, then, is our responsibility during times of difficulty? Our job is not to muster up the victory ourselves but to believe and declare God's goodness (through affirming and meditating on His word that applies to your problem) and then wait with expectancy to see how He intervenes. And surely our faith-filled rejoicing will get people's attention! Rejoicing in adversity is likely to cause a commotion in Heaven and on earth (Acts 16:23-40) and brings glory to God.

REBUKE FEAR

"For God has not given us a spirit of fear, but of power, love and a sound mind" (2 Timothy 1:7).

Be aggressive with fear: do not allow that evil foe to gain one inch of ground in your soul!  Instead, take up the promises of God and fight.  Never give up and never agree with your adversary. You are not destined to fear and fail but to trust and triumph, because "greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world" (1 John 4:4).

GUARD YOU MIND AND HEART

Remember: as we think in our heart, so will our life be. We must guard our mind and heart with great vigilance (Proverbs 23:7). We must learn to stay firmly focused upon the promises of God (Isaiah 26:3). This practice alone will assure abiding peace. Think God's thoughts. Do not entertain the enemy's thoughts. It's that simple! God promises to keep us in perfect peace if we will keep our heart firmly fixed upon Him (Isaiah 26:3).

Together with dwelling on God's thoughts, we must cast down the enemy's thoughts, "destroying speculations and every lofty thing that raised up against the knowledge of God...taking every thought captive to the obedience of Christ..." (2 Corinthians 10:5).

ENCOURAGE YOURSELF

 Scripture is filled with encouraging passages revealing God's plan of victory for us. Consider Jeremiah 29:11 -  "For I know the thoughts that I think toward you, thoughts of peace and not evil, to give you a future and a hope." And in Jeremiah 31:17, we discover that God's plans for us are filled with bright hope: "There is hope in your future says the Lord..."

"That He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with might by his Spirit in the inner man: that Christ may dwell in your hearts by faith; that you, being rooted and ground in love." - Ephesians 3:16,17

We can stay the course because of the enabling of the strength of the Lord in us!  We are strengthened deep within so that we stand firm for the promises of the Lord for our life. We lean into the Lord with deep courage to believe for the impossible to be possible.

"This one thing I do, forgetting those things which are behind, and reaching forth unto those things which are before, I press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus." - Philippians 3:13,14

Through Him, peace is established deep within us, causing us to know beyond a shadow of a doubt that He will lead us and guide us. He will lead us down the paths that He has DESTINED for our lives! This place of trust is beyond the natural ability of a person. It comes only through a relationship with the Lord, who will lead us and bring to pass all that He has ORDAINED for us through our Christ calling.

ALBERT FINCH MINISTRY

[fan-randomness-mess]

TROP Fanfic Prompt

Sauron repents and becomes an ~Istar~

After watching the entire series and reading all the theories, headcanons and AUs my Plot Bunny got overexcited and wouldn’t leave me alone untill I shared this with others.

With this in mind, this prompt is completely up for adoption and fanwork, just tag me, please.

Summary:

Au in which Mairon got on that raft, and he did so trying to get to Valinor and repent for his sins as Sauron and he made it.

(Expands from that moment to the end of the LOTR)

Once in Valinor, he gets judged and the Valar decide that his punishment shall be what he always wanted: The healing of ME. He’ll join the Istari in the aid of the peoples of Middle Earth, so they may recover from the horrors Morgoth and him caused.

Still, the Valar they aren't stupid, he can't be allowed to be the most powerful being in ME and go around showing off and Maiar-handling people into doing stuff like he did as Sauron. So his Istar Terms and Conditions are a bit more strict than most.

Instead of just being forbidden of expressing his powers like the other Istari in the order the Valar decide to separate his Maiar powers from his “fëa” (I know  Aïnur don’t really work like this, but if Tolkien said he could bind his power to the One Ring to the point of being formless without it, I say the Valar con do something similar).

His fëa gets bound to a mortal form (Halbrand’s) which will be prone to all weaknesses known to mortals, except aging. (None of the Valar want to be responsible for reincarnating the fucker every 50 years). He still can die from wounds, but it would only mean he would get thrown back to Valinor for the Valar to reincarnate. (And no fucking way is Mairon, as either Sauron or Halbrand, going to give them that satisfaction)

His Aïnur powers get casted into a ring.  Which is then given to Curumo/ Saruman for safe-keeping. (See where I am going with this?). 

At first it all goes well, the six Istari get thrown to ME and things go great, it’s grueling work, specially for Mairon, who still has a few bad habits he has to break from (bad habits = being a fascist industrialist cunt), but with some nudges and punches he starts getting the right idea about how thinks must work like in ME. One of his first tries to do good leads him to Eregion where he finds about the elves plight and he decides to help them taking a page from Aüle’s book about how rings can contain power and certainly they can also amplify it? (Yes, this can be when he meets Galadriel, who tries to bash his head in with an anvil, road runner style, but gets stopped by both Elrond and Gandalf)

But then, lo and behold someone goes dark AND IT’S NOT HIM.

Turns out giving a ring with extra power to Saruman just before sending him to get a look at the chaos that is ME was not a great idea, cause as an absurd amount of Aüle’s apprentices, he has a weaknesses for authoritarianism and an unhealthy fascination for Melkor’s “Mein Kampf”.  And he’s decided to use the ring as a means for amplifying his powers and take his spot in the Book of Dark Overlords.

From here on the story goes on much like we know it to go, but instead of Sauron being the Lord of the Ring, the title goes to Saruman, who can get some new uncool nickname that referes to his innability to make a single wise choice, and Sauron taking up a role as a proto-Dunedaïn, that gets voluntered to partake in all of Gandalf’s shite-schemes and then some, in his quest for peace and healing not just ME, but himself from Melkor’s wounds.

#TROP #Melkor #Sauron #Gandalf #AU #Alternate Universe #Fanfic #fanfic prompt #Valars #Aüle #Mithrandir #Mairon #Halbrand #Galadriel #LOTR #Tolkien #Saruman #Curumo #Elrond #Halbrand imagine #Sauron Imagine #Second Age AU #Third Age AU #LOTR AU #The Rings of Power AU #Feel free to add as many OCs and Shipping as you like #the rings of power #ringsofpower

[agardenandlibrary]

The Shadow Rising: chapters 1-4

back on my bullshit. Four chapters covers around 100 pages which marks about 1/10th of the way through this book!! this is fine!!

We begin with a lovely description of Tar Valon. Min has returned to deliver a warning to the Amyrlin Seat (she left at the beginning of The Dragon Reborn). She informs the Amyrlin that Rand was heading for Tear, attempting to kick off some of those Dragon prophecies. Prophecy works better if you're not constantly wondering what it means. You can run yourself ragged trying to prevent stuff only to turn around and realize you set it up on accident.

Speaking of prophecy, Min sees danger coming for the White Tower. Visions of dead and injured Aes Sedai and Warders, and also visions of the servants being wounded or dying. Something bad is coming to the Tower, and probably soon.

Siuan Fishing Metaphor Sanche, Amyrlin Seat, says "Look, thanks for the warning, but without knowing when or what causes it, I can't actually do anything about that." She also, seeing Min as someone Moiraine trusts (well, someone Moiraine trusts to deliver a sensitive message, at least), immediately yoinks her into schemes. Siuan is still trying to root out the Black Ajah. She set Egwene, Elayne, and Nynaeve on the task, and those girls immediately left to chase down the Black Ajah, bless them.

AND THAT'S JUST MIN'S PART OF CHAPTER ONE. CHAPTERS 1-4 CONTINUED UNDER THE CUT

This reminds me I need to re-read my posts for the first 3 books.

The Children of the Light are off working on an invasion force, I guess. Dain Bornhald is off being suspicious somewhere, who cares. (I should maybe... pay more attention to these sections? ehhh)

THERE'S ALSO: SEANCHAN SHENANIGANS. Surath(?), a Seanchan lady, has taken command of their remaining forces. They're retreated and regrouped on the Sea Folk isles, obviously they didn't just give up and go home. The Empress -- may she live forever -- shall hear about this.

me, knows one thing about the Seanchan: WHERE'S TUON

Meanwhile, the boys are attacked by METAPHORS.

Perrin is arguing with Faile, trying to convince her to leave and get out of this mess. Faile is trying to convince him to leave with her. Then Perrin's axe comes to life and tries to murder the shit out of him and her. He throws Faile out of the room to get her away from the axe and manages to get the axe stuck in the door. He can't do what he needs to if he's also trying to keep her safe.

He also has this line about how he feels like he needs to be with Rand so that Rand can do his Dragon stuff -- how could he leave, if his being there could be the difference between Rand's success or failure?

Mat, out gambling, gets stabbed by the cards in his hands coming to life.

Rand, in his Dragon jammies, being seduced by a hot lady, is attacked by reflections of himself.

Perrin and Faile go to ask Rand what the fuck was up with that, encountering Berelain, First of Mayene, recently rebuffed from her attempt to seduce the Dragon, arguing with one of the Tairen lords. Perrin, seeing Rand be real messed up, calls for Moiraine.

When Moiraine arrives and after she Heals Rand, they all argue about what Rand will or should do next, where the Forsaken are, what they're doing, what happened, etc. Perrin leaves and thinks "I gotta convince Faile to leave, it sucks here."

Meanwhile, Thom is scheming, sowing chaos amongst the high lords of Tear, creating false evidence of affairs, etc. Mat shows up after his showdown with the cards and says "It sucks here, let's bounce." Thom's like, "That's what you said yesterday, and the day before, and the day before, and yet here you are." Ta'veren BS comes for us all.

Mat delays leaving for another day.

#cara reads wot #cara reads tsr #wheel of time #the shadow rising

[mrsblackruby]

Once again shouting crazy into a void that will probably have little to no effect on establishing the change I want to see in the world but anyway I refuse to make a bogey man I refuse to treat any human as the cause of all my problems when I know it’s how everything is constructed and that a lot of things being the way they are is why things are hard for the poor unhoused, outcasted, and/or down trotted. I may disagree with you but I know you alone aren’t the problem at the end of the day. I know if it were solely up to me and I alone could be the solution men wouldn’t live on the street. Children wouldn’t go hungry. The unloved wouldn’t rot away in prison. The unheard wouldn’t be unheard. No man on earth would have to die while on duty for a Corporation profiting off slowing killing them. But it’s not up to me we all need to organize for a better world and that’s means we have to be stronger than any urge for revenge because it will not save us it will only hinder. We need to heal and I’m under no illusions that we will be able to heal every person. But we have to stop treating ourselves as cold because we are not. We are warm blooded animals. And life has so much to offer a lot of what life offers is cruel torturous and hard to explain but some of those things life can offer fill us with pleasure comfort and simple joy. To live life you must confront all of these things. And humanity choses it’s path at the end of the day but does humanity want to bring more pain and torture. Or does humanity want to heal and grow and form comfort in our chaos. We only know the past we do not know what the future will bring. But even though Chances are slim there’s still hope for pleasure in my heart and I’ll be fighting for that unlikely outcome everyday of my life because as long as someone keeps fighting for it there’s a chance more stability shall come to the universe.

Yes I was just reading up on prison & salve abolishment is it noticeable.

#i will die on this hill #abolish prisons #prison abolition #black lives matter #black liberation #leftist #leftism #anti capitalism #anarchism #anarchist #have no faith in a system that starves you #my politics #abolish the police #prison isn’t justice #prison is slavery #prison doesn’t solve any social problems but it creates an aid a lot of them #protest #organize #activism #why are you so pressed to defend capitalism it’s not defending u sheep 💀 #I love the outcasts #vent #ik I won’t start the revolution on Tumblr I’m venting 💀 #internet antics

[limelyrics]

Toriatsukaichui/取扱注意

Take my hand, shall we dance?

Don’t you know that you’re a looker?

When everything’s said and done, it’s anyone’s* guess how you’re breathing trouble

Just swallow the hollow feelings that betook her

What’s the fee to laugh with me?

Why not just get uncomfortable?

Maybe the trouble is doubled

because I wasn’t raised right?

Spitting rhymes in double time’s a skill that you catch on the fly

“A genius!” “You seen this?”

All those words are so trite

Word count mounts a taut discount, ‘cause no one wants to try

Ah, aren’t you sick of it?

Hey, missy,

Get rid of your cares

Why don’t we strip bare and plunge into the deepest sea of grown up melodies?

Come on, take my hand, put your head in the sand as we put ourselves at ease

Ah, I can not be alone

I am not alone

I am not alone, not at all

There’s a beast that lurks inside and it’s telling me I’m so

Alone, but I’ve still got to go

Stewing over our stew, look around and see the chaos

What’s the point without a joint to sneak as they fall into blows**

New issue, a tissue that’s blown inside a market

All the noise and all the smells will drive me mad

So

No, I’m not a genius, nor a pervert, nor a coward

But I’ll scrawl down this whole story ‘til I reach my final hour

A poweful punch to that fine sir would make me get censored

My next left hook will hit you like the end of a book

Ah, how love turns to hate

Big brother,

Am I not a sad case? I’ll no longer embrace the foundation that I built to stand on all my life

Come on, take a look, always an open book, we stand shaking in strife

No, I can not be alone

I am not alone

Like a thought like that could be true

Still I’ve got all of these things that I don’t deserve, you see

They always will be haunting me

Down the rabbit hole I go

Shots bring my pulse to a slow

I know no one can heal the wounds on my body that pummel me

Even so, no matter how much I break

If it’s all done for your sake, I know, I’ll devote my body blow by blow

I’ll keep on writing and fighting till nothing I say matters

I don’t care if wandering, rambling, words are consuming my life

Let’s fix it and ditch it, forget about the latter

In the end you can just run away and never come back

One more time,

Hey, missy,

Get rid of your cares

Why don’t we strip bare and plunge into the deepest sea of grown up melodies?

Come on, take my hand, put your head in the sand as we put ourselves at ease

Wasn’t it so cruel? Do you still feel a fool, well,

No more, ‘cause this bitter life’s turned into a sweet song

Don’t need anyone and I still can not run, it’s a choice to live long

Somehow, can I change the wrongs of the past that I’ve somehow evaded ‘till now?

Tell me, how do I move on when that past consumes me so?

I guess I’ll take a chance and know

Let’s start over, a clover can represent a new start

Don’t listen to all those know nothings who just want someone to deface

Expose them, dispose them, and show them this mess of art

Come, let’s watch it all go to waste

Notes:

* pronounced “s’anyone’s”

** this line did not make much sense to me and the only way I could think to get past it was by making a weed joke (translation here: https://genius.com/Genius-english-translations-syudou-toriatsukaichui-english-translation-lyrics)

#translyrics #lime's translyrics #VOCALOID #syudou

[nimbasa-hideaways]

Absolutely positive

[ooc: i got two outstandingly affirmative responses. just in case people don't want to know (bc they want to see it for themselves) i will put a dropdown.]

[Super Paper Mario is, in my opinion, one of the best Mario games to date. It tells the story of Count Bleck, formerly known as Blumiere, and his lost love Timpani.]

[The easiest place to start telling the tale is from the beginning, and so, I shall.]

[Timpani and Blumiere were born of rival tribes. Timpani was a member of the tribe of Ancients, or... magical humans, I guess. Blumiere was a member of the tribe of Darkness. Blumiere stumbled and fell off of a cliff one day, landing next to the bewildered Timpani. He was very seriously injured.]

[The two tribes were not allowed to talk to each other, yet Timpani insisted on healing Blumiere. At first, he tried to protest- very firm in his ways as a member of his tribe. But soon, he gave in and let the kind and pure woman tend to his wounds. It didn't take long for their romance to bloom.]

[The two toyed with the idea of marriage- a subject just as, if not more taboo than their relationship as a whole. Blumiere's father was the leader of the Tribe of Darkness, and he hated the Tribe of Ancients with a burning passion- he forbade their marriage, just as expected. But the two young lovers did not let that stop them.]

[They planned to run away, marry in secret- somewhere that those customs could never find them again. But Blumiere's father found out, and punished the two. He put a curse upon Timpani, dooming her to wander dimensions forever- and thus separating the lovers.]

[His mistake was his wording when he told Blumiere. The way he had spoken made it sound like Timpani had been executed instead, and Blumiere was furious. He took the Dark Prognosticus, a dangerous and evil book, and destroyed not just his father, but the entire Tribe of Darkness. And thus, Count Bleck took Blumiere's place in the world, swearing to destroy all worlds if he couldn't have his darling Timpani.]

[At some point in Timpani's wandering, she met Merlon after being sent by the curse into Flipside. Merlon saw how weak the woman was, and turned her into the Pixl known as Tippi.]

[After an undetermined amount of time, we get to the game's events.]

[Count Bleck kidnaps Princess Peach, Luigi and Bowser. By forcing Peach and Bowser to marry, he kicks off the end of worlds- he creates the Chaos Heart, and the void that slowly starts to consume all worlds. Mario is taken to Flipside with Tippi, and tasked with saving all worlds by collecting the only things that can counter the Chaos Heart- the eight Pure Hearts.]

[Plotwise, Tippi doesn't have much relevance until chapter 3- when an absolutely repulsing lizard steals her and the player must save her. It is then that she finally starts to be comfortable around Mario and co, even beginning to be more expressive.]

[Eventually, Tippi and the Count slowly realise who the other is. Tippi becomes sick at some point, and begins to talk about Blumiere after she heals without realising it- Dimentio hears this and tells the Count, leading to the conversation where they realise they're the ones the other needs.]

[During the final chapter, after the villain is defeated, Tippi becomes desperate. She doesn't want to lose her darling Blumiere again, but there seems to be no other way to stop the void but to sacrifice him. Blumiere gets an idea.]

[He takes the others to the chapel where he tricked Bowser and Peach. He asks Tippi a simple question.]

["Timpani, do you still..."]

[It's as though he pauses a moment, hesitates. Like he fears what she might say.]

["Do you still love me?"]

[To his happiness, she responds affirmatively. He expresses sadness that his solution may cause her game to end as well- their way of referring to death- but she doesn't care. The two take their places at the altar, and remind each other of just how much they love each other. Tippi speaks up, and turns his question back to him.]

["Blumiere... do you still love me, as well?"]

[And his response, I like to imagine, is soft and gentle. As if any other response were the incorrect one.]

["Of course... I have thought about you every moment since you disappeared..."]

[The Count expresses remorse at the pain he has caused Tippi to bear, but she doesn't mind it. With one last I Love You, the Pure Hearts surround the Chaos Heart.]

[To the tolling of the wedding bells, Timpani and Blumiere move on to a place they promised they'd be after so long.]

[To the tolling of the wedding bells, the Chaos Heart is destroyed, and the void ceases to be. The worlds are saved, and those already lost are restored.]

[Timpani and Blumiere are never seen again, forever happy together at last.]

#from the nimbasa subway control room #i'm so sorry i rambled omg #just. comfort game. I Am Timpani yknow?

[teamwitch2-blog]

Some poems I wrote and wanted to share with you all. Would love to hear what you all think.

Come to me, my perfect one,

the youthful night still isn’t done.

To the water’s edge I call you near.

My voice, my song will lead you here.

Upon the breeze I send this spell,

The love in your heart will never quell.

In darkness I will be your light,

Your reason to stand up and fight.

I will shield you, strong and true.

With my words and spells anew.

Hold me in your arms, my mate,

Bind our hearts together by fate.

I am the one you do desire,

The perfect mate that you require.

In this moment and from this day,

By your side I’ll forever stay.

The shadow twists in wisps and dance,

In my sight the ink entrance.

Gone the shadow and the shame,

Only light and dark reclaim.

In this moment see the song,

A simple tune deep and strong.

A heart thread bleeds but none shall see,

What you truly mean to me.

You are my world and the one I crave,

The one who I will gladly save.

Mortal bonds of life and death,

Will hold no sway as I draw breath.

In this moment song of life,

Heal wounds caused by the knife.

The pain of heart that you endure,

Will cauterize swift and sure.

Memories echo within the mind,

All the trauma that I find.

Speak no more and stay your heart,

Remove the damage they impart.

A song in rhyme that you do see,

Will lift you up and set you free.

I will fly to you on high,

And stay with you until you die.

From now until that moment, last,

My heart is yours, the spell be cast.

Chaos of the darkest kind,

Held within a shattered mind.

In the moment that I see,

Light will shine as I decree.

Gone all pain and gone the strife,

Death is vanquished in the name of Life.

To speak the words that I now crave,

Life restored and this spirit save.

In no time at all, the chaos is calm,

Soothed by words, a healing balm.

Fresh as the mint of the morning breeze,

Pain begone and ailments ease.

A single tree within the grass,

Strong and tall, time will pass.

Into darkness, the tree will descend,

Both a beginning and an end.

From the ashes of the old,

A new sapling grows, strong and bold.

Clearing the way for life anew,

Reaching for the sky of blue.

With light that shines upon it’s leaves,

To nature’s law, the sapling cleaves.

Till the moment that it dies,

The sapling, the tree, from the ashes arise.

Words of wisdom flow like gold,

Water and light now unfold.

In shadow, the glimmer of hope you see,

I stand beside you as a friend should be.

I hold in hand the tools of my craft,

Paper and pen, the world to draft.

A simple stroke will protect you well,

Sealed in this sacred spell.

A web of light and magic unbidden,

Reveals emotions that are hidden.

To stand beside you in peace and war,

Warms me up down to my core.

Into the fray we enter with rage,

Fighting the demons that hold keys to the cage.

We fight for our hearts and what we believe,

To each other we will now cleave.

Cling to me and I to you,

Speaking the words strong and true.

At the end of the day,

You are mine either way.

The orange glow of golden light,

Filled the room and entered my sight.

As I sat at the table and wrote,

The words I wove seemed to float.

In the darkness that was the page,

The solid reminder that I was a mage.

The words of white glowed and sang,

In my heart, their chorus rang.

So sweet and strong with resounding voice,

To follow them was not a choice.

I danced along the page of black,

As words of white flew forth and back.

Every line a single thread,

A simple tapestry to be read.

Holding firm the threads of speech,

Healing hearts and minds in reach.

Waves of cool entreated by spell,

Words of power, anxiety quell.

Eclipsing darkness where it hid,

Finding truth behind the lies that slid.

Into shadow the words did seep,

Tears of joy to my mind did leap.

Enclosed within the poem I made,

Healing found and pain to fade.

#magick #witchcraft #writing magick #poem