#and. She was straight up suicidal in dungeon number one

[lamemaster]

Lord of Tomes

Request: For the spinning wheel event i present you Maedhros. 🩷🙂

Pairing: Maedhros x Reader

Genre: Library au

AN: Thanks for requesting and I hope you enjoy this annon.

(What in the Hell is Happening Event)

"Dude, is that seriously the librarian?" your friend hissed, voice barely a whisper that somehow managed to carry across the entire library. "He looks like he stepped out of a painting! Way too hot for this dusty book dungeon."

You stifled a laugh, desperately trying to appear inconspicuous as your friend continued their passionate - and surprisingly loud - commentary.

A low chuckle resonated from behind the towering oak desk. The librarian, all grace and pointed ears, emerged from the shadows.

"Actually," he said, a hint of amusement dancing in his emerald eyes, "I prefer the term 'temple of knowledge.' And yes, I am indeed the librarian." He arched an eyebrow, taking in your wide-eyed expressions.

"Then you must be the god of this temple," your friend, Kiana, deadpanned without skipping a beat. Much to your second-hand embarrassment, she followed it up with a low whistle. "Certainly built like one."

You swatted Kiana's shoulder with a light smack, more for show than anything. Internally, you were ready to denounce every bad decision that led you to this library, this very moment. How could you have known a trip with Kiana, the queen of corny one-liners, would turn into a scene straight out of a romance novel?

But oh boy, was this a scene. The librarian, a living embodiment of "tall, dark, and handsome," stood there with a hint of amusement dancing in his emerald eyes. He could reach the very top shelf with a casual stretch, and his fiery red hair, braided down his back, was practically begging to be featured in a bard's ballad. Clutching a copy of "Bell Jar" like a holy text, he looked like he'd stepped out of your wildest library fantasies.

You stole a glance at Kiana, who was still grinning like a Cheshire cat. This. This was why you still hung out with her, despite the occasional social suicide. "Ooh, is that a holy relic of Plath in your clutches, Library God?"” And then your disaster of a friend turned to you, “He’s the one. I give you both my blessing.” The words that haunt your nightmares.

Stomping your feet away to hide the blush you dare not look at the librarian as you left with a whispered, “I am so sorry,” while dragging a chuckling Kiana with you as the last of her sacrilegiously loud words rung out loud in the library, “She’s just shy. Shoot your shot you fucking icon.”

You left the library in a flurry, leaving behind a bewildered (and maybe a little intrigued) librarian amidst the towering shelves.

The return receipt that glared back at you rendered you unmoving. So, stationed on your bed you stare at the small piece of paper, and Scrawled across it, in neat handwriting were the words of Plath and a phone number. 

“If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.” (Plath, Ariel)

With a deep breath, you threw caution (and maybe a shred of dignity) to the wind. Your finger hovered over the screen for a beat too long before tapping in the number. A ridiculous grin spread across your face as you saved the contact: "God of Tomes."

A quick text fired off, the fate of your potential future romance hanging in the digital ether. What exactly did you say to a literal library god who quoted Plath and possessed a phone number hidden within a dusty copy of "Bell Jar?" Only time, and maybe a little divine library intervention, would tell.

#the silmarillion #silmarillion x reader #maedhros x reader #library au #fluff #what in the hell is happening event

[septimus-heap]

Wait fuck,, marcia and silas at zeldas after marcias escape

#I just. Silas not getting on with her but knowing she's not doing good #and just trying not to make things worse even if he can't make it better #septimus heap #marcia overstrand #silas heap #marcia not rlly understanding what he's trying to do but appreciating it anyway #and. She was straight up suicidal in dungeon number one #and that doesn't just go away #she was definitely not okay after that abdhddjrjr #and idk bro I just. I'm just saying. Alther told silas abt how marcia was doing. Its not like he didn't know #and he definitely doesn't hate her so much that he'd go right back to being a dick #I just. Marcia n zelda n silas were sleeping in the same room when they first arrived and that house in tiny so it definitely didn't change #so if she had nightmares. Which she did and does #she'd wake someone up #and maybe she'd go downstairs and make a hot drink and sit outside for a bit to remind herself she's not trapped anymore #and maybe silas would've heard her get up. And waited a bit just in case she came back #and went to find her when she didn't #and. Maybe they wouldn't hate each other so much. Bc itd be late at night and it's hard to hate ppl late at night #and maybe theyd talk about things. And miss people. And look at the stars #and just be friends for a few hours #and maybe. Marcia would get to see the sun rise #for the first time after dungeon number one #maybe. #anyway uh. Cool #two idiots in a trench coat ❤️

[wehatejulietsimms]

TW: ab*se, t*rture, su!cide, mental il!ness, ab!eism

So, before I forget, we really need to discuss Scientology (quick note: if you're easily grossed out and/or are already terrified for Andy, I suggest not reading this).

Scientology. Not only is their whole 'religion' a scam to avoid paying taxes and the police coming after them for all the controversies surrounding them because of the religious freedom America grants in the Constitution, but their religion has been dumped on quite a few times because the founder of it, L. Ron Hubbard, is a science-fiction author. Their beliefs are that Xenu, the leader of the 'Galactic Confederacy', brought billions of people to Earth in a spacecraft, stacked them with volcanoes, and then blew them all up with hydrogen bombs. They also believe that humans are 'Thetans', immortal aliens who reincarnate into child's bodies (which is why they treat children like adults, they believe children are just adults in children's bodies) and live in one eternal lifetime. Sounds a little like something straight out of a science-fiction book, right?

But to stray away from the religious part of it, let's focus on the parts that make me sick:

1. Scientologists punish people if they question or talk back to them.

2. They cut people off from their social life, work, family, friends, etc. and engulf them in Scientology only and try to cut off any ties to the outside world.

3. They force women to have abortions while at sea because they believe that no child should be born at sea.

4. There have been many allegations of abuse against staff and members.

5. They enforce child labor and have many allegations of child abuse.

6. The Sea Org, a Scientology organization, makes people sign a billion year contract.

7. They're ableist and don't believe in psychology, doctors, medicine, mental health, etc. and force people to take vitamins in replacement of their prescribed medicines, which caused multiple suicides and murders.

8. They're extremely greedy. In fact, what they claim to be the 'Bridge to Freedom' that puts people 'in the Clear' is given through million-dollar books and classes, and when a person almost reaches the last level before they reveal the 'big secret', they claim that more works have been 'found' and that they must start the process all over again to pay thousands of dollars again.

9. They're homophobic. While they believe that mental illnesses like anxiety, depression, BPD, schizophrenia, etc. and even physical disorders like arthritis and the common cold are caused by a 'reactive mind' that causes 'ailments' and can be healed through saunas and sci-fi lessons, they also believe that homosexuality is also an 'ailment'.

10. The whole religion thing only started because the IRS came for them with billion-dollar debt and they retaliated with 'We're a religion' so the IRS let them off the hook (and they filed lawsuits against every single person working in the IRS and were the very first people to 'beat' the IRS and get away with tax evasion).

11. They have absolutely no scientific evidence to prove any of their theories towards 'healing' their members or their alien beliefs.

12. Every single story of someone who has entered the Church of Scientology ends with them getting hundreds of text messages, emails, phone calls, letters, etc. from the cult asking if they want to join or be 'audited'.

13. Practice indentured servitude.

14. One girl was 'allegedly' held prisoner on a boat that belonged to Scientology for eleven years.

15. They claim that they have over ten million members worldwide, but that's only because they count everyone who enters a building or buys one of the books, not every actual member. The real number is about 25,000 today (down from 50,000 in the 1990's).

16. Read the story Hollis Jane Andrews, a woman who was interviewed to be a nanny for Scientologists' children, and the list of requirements were absolutely bat-shit crazy. It read things like 'If the kids hurt themselves, keep them quiet and apply Dianetics'. 'If the kids start crying take them outside'. 'Take them for a run and throw rocks and run with them', 'Don't stop them running ever', 'Whilst they are asleep you magically transform into a cleaning nazi', 'No phones of your own at all during work hours', 'Tidy up the bathroom, empty out the stinking poo poo bin', 'Clean the bathrooms', 'Do the laundry', 'Clean their bedrooms', 'Look for more to clean when you're finished', etc.

17. Shelly Miscavige, the wife of Scientology leader David Miscavige, hasn't been seen in the public eye since 2007, and whenever anyone asked about her, David would throw a fit of rage (some people suspect she's being held prisoner in 'The Hole', which I'll talk about later).

18. Their 'rehabilitation centers' are literally just prisons.

19. In Bible classes in some Christian schools, they have students do a project where they go to a different church they weren't a part of and do a study on it. One girl went to the Church of Scientology and the teacher explained why the students shouldn't do that and now 'Church of Scientology' is on some lists of churches the students are not allowed to go to for that project.

20. For most- if not all- of the members, they have them read a few books/courses then take them to an underground sauna everyday for weeks straight without a single day off, make them run for thirty minutes, put them in a sauna for four hours, and give them high doses of Niacin (or concentrated Vitamin B) that made them sweat profusely to release all the toxins their body, and then they take you on to the 'Bridge of Freedom' to work on your mind.

21. David Miscavige's father, Ron, left Scientology and wrote a book about him where he stated that David hit and beat people multiple times (Leah Remini confirmed this).

Now let's talk about the Gold Base. The Gold Base is the international headquarters in San Jacinto, California in the San Jacinto mountains. In the Gold Base (which is huge and holds the giant mansion Hubbard used to live in), there is an 'alleged' (hint hint) dungeon prison called 'The Hole'. Scientology members get sent there if they violate the code of ethics (from doubting Scientology to merely pissing off the leader). It can house up to 100 people and there is no furniture. People sleep cramped on the packed floor or on desks, it's infested with bugs, people get tortured there, people are humiliated and abused, a lot of racist, sexist, and homophobic actions take place, some are forced to walk on all fours for hours while confessing to the 'crimes' they've committed (sometimes, crimes they haven't), and there's literally no way out. The Hole is surrounded by razor-wire fences (with razors that point in both directions), motion detectors, cameras, and even snipers. So the question is, why hasn't this been shut down or investigated? 'Religious rights' under the First Amendment.

And that's all I have to say about Scientology for now. If anyone wants to know about exactly what Scientology believes they're doing to people's minds with auditing and Dianetics, just let me know and thanks for coming to my TED Talk ✌🏽

this is why Andy can't "just leave". i know everyone wants him to and i wish it were that easy but some people just are unaware of the power that these people have. i hope he'll get out in time and it's looking good for him but it'll take awhile.

(also i'm not claiming Andy has ever been subjected to anything listed i'm just saying these people have a tight grip on people involved in the church so Andy can't just leave.)

[holylulusworld]

Beta is not a 4-letter word

Request: Inspired by unbeta’d, how about reader is one of the fellow Hunter, she’s beta so no one in hunting community wants to work with her. She’s forced to work with Sam & Dean, who also treat her different, like really insulting, taunting her, making fun of her, teasing. One day a witch curses Dean making him a beta permanently. He blames reader for that but eventually realizes his mistake. They make up then. Super angsty tho 

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Beta!Reader, Alpha!Sam, Beta!Dean x Beta!Reader

Warnings: angst, Sam and Dean being douches, sad reader, mentions of sex, ABO

Always the same game. You find a case that needs more than one hunter, but no one offers his or her help.

Your last resort was Garth, the kind Alpha was the only one who ever helped you with cases, well till he got bitten by a werewolf. Now he has got a family and he suggested two of his friends shall help you.

You hate it. Hate the way the smaller Alpha looks at you as if you are a fly on his steak or a weak little kid telling him you want take out a nest of vamps. You can see it in his eyes, he doesn’t like you and your presentation a bit.

Good thing you insisted on meeting up with them on neutral ground or they would have started to taunt you shamelessly. In public, they need to get their shit together.

At least you hope so…

“A beta, Sammy. Why did we agree to help a weak little girl?” Dean, the elder brother groans, not caring you sit right next to him. He acts as if you are not around, shakes his head at the information you handed them as if your research bores him.

Used to rough treatment, harsh words, and insults you swallow your pride. It is not as if you could take both Winchesters, the legends among the hunter, down but so far – you did not get yourself killed.

“Garth asked us, Dean. According to our werewolf ‘slash’ hunter friend she is good at hunting witches. Now let us talk about the case.” Chortling Dean glances at you, not giving you a chance to say anything he gets up to circle you like prey.

You feel like an insect under a microscope as the Alpha seems to drink your appearance in. 

“Coming from our werewolf hunter?” Dean huffs as you try to push the tears away. You are used to hunters being rough around you, but Dean wants to push your boundaries. 

“Weak and meek, Sammy. A Beta should not hunt.”

“So far I did it without an Alpha’s help, but this witch is dangerous, and I assume she does not work alone. Many people died or disappeared.”

Your body goes stiff when Dean nudges your side and you can’t do anything else than shove his hand away.

“Weak and soft. I don’t think she could even punch my nose, Sammy.” Dean snickers as Sam give him a dirty grin. “We shouldn’t let kids hunt.”

“I asked Garth for help as I am not suicidal and want to the killings as fast as possible.” Wiping your nose with the sleeve of your blouse you try to prepare yourself for the next blow.

“Dean is right, Y/N. You seem to be a nice girl but let’s face the truth. You will not withstand a blow coming from a witch or werewolf.” 

Sam’s words hurt you even more. Garth said the younger brother is more sensitive but here he is, giving you the feeling, you are worthless.

“I never said I am as strong as an Alpha, but I can stand my ground. I took out a whole nest of vamps. I know you believe I am not a good hunter, but I found the witch and want to take her down. I asked for help, not for another beta-bashing.” Getting up you try to look taller but all you get is a chuckle from Sam and a stupid comment from Dean.

“Even if you climb on a ladder you will always be a tiny and pitiful girl. Let’s face it, you’ll get me, and Sammy killed.” While you try not to cry you look around the crowded restaurant.

You don’t want to lose your composure in the middle of a restaurant, where families try to have a good time. 

The hope that the Winchesters would treat you equal, or at least would not make fun of you got ripped into pieces within not even half an hour.

“I think it’s for the best if you let us take over the case. Go to your motel room, take a few days off and maybe you should turn toward research.” There is a smirk on Sam’s lips as he shoves your notes toward you.

“Whoa…the infamous Winchesters are nothing but self-centered and instinct-driven Alphas. Shame I believed you are better than all the other knot-heads. That was the last time I asked for help.” Tossing money onto the table you look straight into Dean’s face.

“What little girl? Do you want me to soothe you? Do you need a tissue?” Dean mocks you, tries to push you even further but you will not give him any kind of satisfaction.

“You know, Beta is not a 4-letter word. I am not as strong as you but unlike you and your brother, I can control my needs. I am not an instinct-driven animal during ruts, heats, or crap. I always let my brain decide, not my reproductive organ.” Sneering you grab your notes before you look at Dean one last time.

“Only as you do not have heats does not mean your brain works better than mine or Sammy’s. Beta stands for weakness.” Nodding you take a deep breath.

“Right. I love your and the other Alphas prejudices. But you know what? I can fall in love without my instinct telling me I have to bite someone’s neck.” Before you look at Dean, hoping he would let your words sink in.

“What?” Dean jumps up to tower over you, but you act as if his size would not intimidate you. “Anything to add to your stupid speech?”

“Be careful. That witch likes to fuck with your mind and even more important…” Stepping closer you give him a cold smile. “She seems to like to kill assholes. In your case, you run around with a target pinned to your back.”

When you walk out of the restaurant you swallow hard. You may have lost your case, but at least you kept your dignity and did not beg them to let you participate on the hunt.

While you wipe a few tears away you get your phone out to dial Garth’s number. 

“I wanted to say thank you for sending me the biggest assholes on earth for help. That was the reason I asked you for help. All other Alphas…”

Garth can hear the tiny sobs leave your lips and his stomach drops. He believed Sam and Dean would treat you with respect, not act like the other Alphas hurting you.

“I am sorry, Garth. It’s just…” Sniffling you wipe the tears away. 

“I thought the Winchesters would be different. I will never annoy you again. From now on, I’ll handle my cases alone. It doesn’t matter in the end if I die…”

While you sulk in self-pity, hating you ever called Garth, the Winchesters play the great heroes once again – at least you assume they do so, as you are not invited to your party.

Same game – every time. How could you believe they would be any different? They are Alphas and men, none of them would ever consider you can handle a hunt, let alone work with them.

With shaking fingers, you check on the collected information once again. You should send Sam a message, tell him you believe that something is fishy about the absence of the witch, but you decide against it.

You offered all your information, your knowledge, and strength. “They got this, Y/N. Don’t give them the chance to make fun of you even more…”

“You are an interesting little insect, hunter. I knew the moment she called you, I found my new favorite victim.” Snickering the witch claps her hand before she throws something at Dean. 

“Bitch! You knew she called us?” Dean groans, glancing at his unconscious brother. “Does she work with you? Did the Beta kid ask you to take us down?”

“Are you that blind, hunter? That girl was so close to taking me down and unlike you, she could have made it. Her heart is pure, she never made fun of anyone. I could never weaken her as I weakened you, hunter.” The witch snickers and Dean wonders what she means.

“Pure heart?”

“Yeah. She told you – right? Yesterday, at the restaurant she told you I go after what did she say…” Smirking the witch moves her fingers through Sam’s hair. “Ah…she said I go after assholes. The kid was right.”

“It was a trap…great. That stupid Beta hunter gets us killed…” Grunting Dean tries to get his gun out.

“You still don’t get it, hunter. If you would not have treated her like all the other Alphas did, I wouldn’t have any influence on you. Good people like her, the ones never hurting someone on purpose do not fall victim to my powers…now…”

“I’ll kill you, bitch and then I’ll kill her…” 

“Hush now, hunter. I think you deserve a special gift, not just death. You caused pain; I’ll show you what she felt…” Blinding light fills the room and Dean falls to his knees, feeling lightheaded before he loses consciousness.

Checking your gun again, you sigh deeply. Over the last three days, two more people disappeared. You’ve got no clue why – but the Winchesters didn’t take the witch down.

Now you are on your way out of town to drive to her house, or rather Mansion to end the job you started. 

This time there will be no Alpha providing back-up, but also you will not hear any insults. 

The house is dark, almost like a Gothic dream and you’d like to have a look around, but you’ve got a job to do so you silently walk further into the house.

Oddly, the door with a strange sigil on it opens and you can see the witch sits onto a chair, legs crossed she grins at you.

“Here we go.” She says, something sinister in her voice. “Did you miss your friends or rather enemies? You can have him back or both. Just say the words.”

“What do you mean? I have no friends.” Your voice is controlled as you aim a gun toward her head. “Witch killing bullets. Don’t try to trick me, I did my homework.”

“I know, sweet little Beta. Unlike those Winchesters, you did not storm into my house without a charm or a pure soul.” Now she claps her hands and the room changes and you are suddenly in a dungeon.

“What did you do to them?” While Dean kneels in a corner, shaking, Sam tries to calm his brother. “I asked you a question.” Firing a bullet into the witch’s leg you clench your jaw. “Release them, now!”

“Fine…” Clapping her hands again the witch let the chains holding the Winchester disappear. “I made him a gift, but he does not like it.” Snickering the witch presses one hand onto her bleeding wound.

“Take it back! NOW!” Gun aimed at her head you narrow your eyes as Sam calls your name. “NOW!”

“Impossible.” Sam sighs. “She used something unique, it got destroyed and now Dean is…” Choking the word out Sam tries to find the right word.

“He is what?” Panicked you hear Sam whisper the word ‘beta’ and you want to laugh loudly but Dean’s low whines let you remain silent.

“You sure she can’t take it back, Sam?”

“One-hundred percent…” Dean grunts. “That’s your fault! She did it because of you!” Flinching you try to ignore Dean’s outburst.

“No, hunter. It’s your fault.” The witch coos. “I did it as you acted like an asshole. Now let negotiate…” She cannot lull you into kind words as you pull the trigger and a bullet ends her life.

“We’ve got to bring him out of here and check if we find anything to help your brother.” Ignoring your words Sam helps his brother up, not even giving you a second glance.

“Stay away from us, Beta. You did enough.” Dean snarls as you must watch them leave you alone with the dead witch.

“Leave me be! I am useless now. How can I be a hunter when I am Beta now! I can’t even scent you, Sam.” Dean barks.

The Winchesters do not know your room is next to theirs, you didn’t know either before you heard Dean smash things against the walls. “I hate being weak!”

“Dean calm down. You are still strong enough to push me to the floor! You lifted the goddamn table as if it weighs nothing. Apparently, your strength had nothing to do with your presentation.”

Dean drops the lamp he was about to throw against the wall, realizing he does not feel weaker. The only difference is his brothers’ scent does not make him want to dominate Sam.

“I…I am not weak?” Falling onto the bed Dean looks at his hands.

“Your instinct is gone, your ruts and the need to claim and knot an Omega, everything else is still normal.” Sam tries to calm his brother.

“I was an asshole and she punished me. Made me Beta.” Sam runs one hand through his hair, nodding silently.

“That witch had a sense of humor like Gabriel. She liked to fuck with people treating others badly. Y/N, she saved us, and I was an ass all over again.”

“She’s in the room right next to ours. Watched her sneak in and she did not leave so far. Maybe you should talk to her.”

“Hmm…”

“What do you want, Dean? Telling me it’s my fault you are a pitiful Beta now?”

Sighs leave your lips as Dean stands in front of your motel room. “I called a few people, Betas who are familiar with magic and witchcraft. I hope they can turn you back into an Alpha.”

“Listen…” Dean nervously chews on his lower lip before he decides to enter your room. “I could use advice in being Beta. I…I was an Alpha asshole so far and don’t know how to act like a Beta.”

“Not being an asshole is all it needs. Now if you would leave my room, I’d gladly go back to being a weak and meek Beta.” A chuckle leaves Dean’s lips as he plops down onto your bed. “I mean it…”

“You know…” Eying you warily Dean gives you a cocky grin. “Now that I am Beta we could let out all this pent-up tension. I thought about having sex as a Beta with you.”

“Did I have a stroke or did this shit just leave your lips?” Pushing against Dean’s shoulders you snicker as he feels your strength.

“You’re strong for such a tiny girl. How about I’ll give you advice on how to kick an Alpha’s ass and you help me with all this new crap I have to get used to.”

Dean’s eyes search your face and for the first time, you see he doesn’t want to make fun of you.

“What do you want to know, Dean?”

“Uh—food! Do you eat differently? Will I gain weight? How about sex? How does it work? I mean you do not scent an Alpha…how does…” Pressing your index finger to his lips you chuckle lightly.

“Everything is like it used to be when you were Alpha, okay. Except for the scenting and knotting part. Your uh…you know… will not expand but it should work like it used to do.” Nodding Dean scratches his chin.

“What if he’s smaller now? I mean Beta’s have smaller dicks…right?” Now you cackle as you glance at the bulge in his pants.

“I think this shouldn’t be a problem. Just go out and try it…him…I mean. Gosh, go find a girl and have sex. I can’t believe I said that…” 

“Can I try something? I want to know how it feels to touch a girl now. Please?” Groaning you fall onto your bed, covering your eyes with your hands. “Just your thigh…can I?”

“If you stop asking questions, you can touch my skin.” Humming Dean slides his fingers over your skin. There is a small smile on his lips as he can feel goosebumps erupt all over your skin.

“I think I owe you an apology for being a dick. I am sorry that I said all those stupid things. You are smart, strong and cute.”

The last word catches your attention and you remove your hands from your eyes to look at Dean. “I’d like to test it with you…not now…I mean…fuck…one day…”

“Can you not talk for a moment. I am getting a terrible headache.” While Dean lies next to you, just looking at you none of you says a word.

“We have a safe home, you know. I could ask Sammy, as he’s the Alpha now but I’d like you to come with us. I need my Yoda after all…” Laughing you punch Dean’s arm and he joins your laughter.

“I am no Yoda…”

“Fine. You can be my Lea. Now tell me everything about being Beta…”

>> Part 2

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[summoner-kentauris]

What does your interpretation of Zacharias think about Líf and Thrasir? (You can either just answer or write a lil story if you feel like it)

OOOO now i have thought in my free time a fair amount about what líf thinks of zasha but, and i cannot believe this, i have not thought about what zacharias thinks about líf and thrasir. full disclosure, book III happened to be going on when i formally stopped playing feh. i kept up with the story after that but, theres my obligatory knowledge base disclaimer.

also minor cws through this whole thing because i talk here and there about zacharias and his... mm, canonical relationship to death/selfharm

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so, i spent a lot of time thinking about this one, and i keep coming back to my gut reaction, which is that i don't think zacharias would like them very much. i dont know why i think that, though.

PART ONE

i think a lot of it would depend on how they approach him, which is maybe why i've spent more time thinking about the reverse of this ask, come to think of it. see, i think zacharias could go any which way in terms of what he thinks of them. i think he could hate them, as two people who killed versions of everyone he ever loved, including metaphorically killing off the two people closest to him.

i think he could love him, having seen the hell (ha ha literally) that they went through. understanding what that feels like. given the way he talks about his suicide attempts, and honestly that he spent most of book I trying to get people to kill him, really his whole relationship to death. i mean the man talks a lot about death and killing. he might not be the feh OC who best understands how manipulative and... whats a good word. alluring? what im trying to say is that besides eir, he might be the one most likely to understand why Hel and hel's offer appealed to líf and thrasir. i feel like this bit has a place here: "With his dying breath...he begged for his life. He called out your names! "I'll do anything you ask! Just let me live!" excepting of course that i still am not sure if i think he said/thought that or not. ive never been sure who really is in control of speaking right then and there. Anyway. Probably he could come to understand Líf and Thrasir's stance, enough that he could care about them the same ways he cares about his versions of Alfonse ann Veronica

on the other hand, i can see him being fully horrified by the choices those two made in response. this bit: Not anyone... This dark god...seeks death. And it cries for the destruction of Askr. Like. Líf and Thrasir are intentionally enacting the same thing as the dark god's desires, in order to correct a mistake they made that, uh, also enacted the same thing as dark god's desires. talk about awkward. and i think Zasha, who has lived with this nightmare in his head for so long, might recoil from people who are so directly aligned with it. who wants to be around someone who has become, who has chosen to become, everything you ever feared you'd be? especially when you're nearly drowning from the effort of fighting to stop yourself.

i could also see him meeting them and it being incredibly, incredibly bad for him. i feel like, he puts a whole lot of... mm. what am i trying to say.here:

Yet it is you that says this, dear friend, and so I must consider it. I see the faith reflected in your eyes. Perhaps it is possible...

SPEAKING OF BUNNY ZACHARIAS I ALSO THINK YOU COULD TAKE THE FOLLOWING:

You never change. All you see is a lofty goal, even if you lack the means to achieve it... The idea that gods would fall by the hand of man is a fantasy... and a preposterous one. This is a goal that even our ancestors Líf and Thrasir could not achieve.

setting aside the obligatory wtf zash i know you know your lore (fuck, maybe there is no killing the gods, maybe all Fire Emblem victories are temporary at best and Zenith is the only one who knows it. but i think, probably not), i think you could spin a very believable scenario where zacharias takes one look at these two ambitious, arrogant posers and absolutely refuses to speak to them any further.

so, part one, i think that zacharias could think any number of things about líf and thrasir. which i suppose means that i think he's fairly neutral on the subject of líf and thrasir. makes sense to me, i suppose. i feel like zacharias | bruno has practice (regardless of whether he's any good at it or not, or whether its any good for him) at holding and maintaining separate personas, so I don't think the fact that líf and thrasir were alfonse and veronica would necessarily be all that important to him.

which brings me to part ii

what happened to dead zenith zacharias

if zacharias is neutral on the subject, I think a lot of their relationship is going to pushed in one direction or another by líf and thrasir themselves.

and, complicating matters (when do I make things simple?), i think their approach to zacharias would of course depend on what happened to their zacharias. correct me if im wrong, but i dont think we have even a hint what happened to him.

there are three ish options I'm seeing. one: as dead world zenith is further along in its timeline and as zacharias claims he's almost out of time with his curse, other zacharias died due to that before the war with hel. i feel like scenario one is the most likely to lead to a good relationship between main zacharias and líf and thrasir.

two: mr. professional "knows plot relevant things out of knowhere" was the one who found out about angrboða's heart in the first place. especially given "As destruction took hold, we joined with Embla to seek the forbidden heart...", which to me sounds a lot like, "hel was kicking our ass then zacharias showed up and said we should go get this mystical plot object from embla". thrasir even says she and líf weren't allies before the world went to shit. anyway. hear me out here:

Yes. The heart is sealed within an Emblian blood temple. If that seal is broken, someone will die each time the heart beats... Those who perform the rite are the first to die.

Now. Líf claims he was the one who broke it open, but he also was present for the war that followed and only after was he killed and inducted into hel's army. so. both of those things can't be true. i propose that the magic mcguffin located in a sealed emblian blood temple was unlocked by our dear zacharias and thats what killed him in other zenith. i think its possible that other veronica was the one who did it, but you know. its all imagination at this point. also, and i forgot this, but thrasir does go off about how she can't lose until she saves her brother, so. something especially tragic happened at least. and oh boy is scenario two a nice fresh tasty tragedy. so that's scenario two. other zacharias directly died as a result of attempts to fight hel

number three thing that could have happened to zach is boring. he's always off doing things, he could have just died off screen. i mean. everyone did, eventually.

frankly he could still be alive for all i know. the heart appears to take the lives of people in the world, not of the world, or else the summoner would have been fine. so, if zacharias was on one of his off world jaunts, he could conceivably be a-okay. well. as okay as someone who's whole world died. i don't think that's what happened, because thrasir is pretty clear about feeling that she failed him, but yknow.

líf and thrasir's reactions to the above

thrasir is i think the most straightforward. i can't really see her approaching main zacharias with anything but positive intent. even if she's only a little bit open, i think thrasir and zacharias will probably have a decently tolerable relationship. if zacharias can come back to a country that exiled him as a kid and let his mother die in a dungeon and then go on to not just befriend but protect and care for a half sister he didnt know before then, then i think he'll find a way to care about thrasir. you know, intsys could have had fun making another perpetual older brother character. as i understand it, xander gets brother'd a lot, he and zach could have talked. could have been fun. a whole, zacharias, a historically traumatized child: *arrives in a world* every currently traumatized kid in a five mile radius: oh shit this one's ours now. you know what im saying? found family except zacharias would very much like it to stop finding him. he's got important brooding to do. but anway, they didn't go that route and its a tragedy.

líf is... more complicated. i think scenario one creates the most positive outlook. i can see him still having guilt over zacharias' loss, but i think any of it would be overshadowed by everything else that happened. in this scenario, líf finally gets back a piece of the world he'd lost. yeah, it's not his zacharias, but still. it is a zacharias, who is living and breathing and frowning and asking why you are staring at me, knight. i think the two of them could get along rather well, although i see them having significant issues with pessimism. inch-restingly enough... the dark curse bades its hosts to kill askrans. and líf is, well. dead. so... perhaps... perhaps líf wouldn't trigger the curse like alfonse does. in that case, not only does líf get someone back he thought he'd never see again, but so does zacharias.

scenario two is just a nightmare. frankly, i initially thought this scenario would lead to líf just ignoring zacharias (out of guilt, pain, etc), but i was rereading the scripts looking for the spelling of angrboða and this came up:

Tell Hel. She'll erase those memories. She'll erase them all...

so, honestly? i think that in scenario two líf just straight up gets hel to remove his memories of zacharias (as an aside maybe this is also why he never ever ever talks about other anna >:{ )

in that case, líf wouldn't really have any reason to talk to this man, who causes this empty deeply sad feeling to well up in him for now discernible reason. and zacharias has no reason (or time) to talk to this standoffish general of the dead. so. that's a real ships in the night moment.

number three i think líf would still hold the same guilt as in number two, but i don't think it would be as horrifically tragic, so i think it's more likely he'd be willing to approach zacharias. he does appear to have even worse of a thing than alfonse about not opening oneself up to people, but i think that even if he's líf, he once was an alfonse, and being that this is me answering this, i don't think any alfonse can really keep away from a zacharias for very long. its a version of the person who once knew him as well as any other person in the world. like líf can't really seem to stop himself from associating with main sharena, i don't think he could stop himself from reaching out in his own way to main zacharias. and god does that man need some more friends. i think zacharias would probably be a little frightened of líf, and of what an alfonse could become. but i think probably... i feel like a lot of book i issues stem from the fact that, justified or not, zacharias thinks alfonse would risk anything, any harm to save him. i don't know that confronting an alfonse who literally risked everything and did all harm to save his world would be a comfort, but i do think zacharias would get a lot out of having someone who's already done the worst they can do. been there, done that, got the tshirt. i think zacharias would be a little afraid of what an alfonse could become, but i think he would no longer have to be afraid of... no, anxious about it. i think there's a kind of calm in having something confirmed that zacharias could appreciate. healthy? unhealthy? fuck if i know. i also think that in líf, zacharias has a friend who he can't physically hurt anymore. lífs already dead. been there done there got the.... glowing gel torso. i think, curse nonewithstanding, zacharias will always have some degree of tension and fear about hurting people he's in a relationship with, be that because of his issues with abandonment, of abandoning, of harm, etc. but you know. líf's kind of a rock. and he's already hit his rock bottom, now that i'm thinking about rocks. i think that kind of steady, placid deathness could really help zacharias. and i think he would find it soothing, whether or not he knew why.

plus he will be able to know that if the curse gets him, if he dies... he'll still have a friend in the realm of the dead. he doesnt have to be so afraid of leaving and getting left

so there we go! lots of musings. i have been thinkin about why my headcanons are less that and more elaborate branching theories, and i think it is because i would change my opinion depending on which story i wanted to tell or hear or see.so yeah. dunno which one of these answers belongs to the question, what does your interpretation of Zacharias think about Líf and Thrasir?, but hopefully at least one of them is interesting to read about!

OH also. i think he would be petty-ly annoyed about them cribing líf and thrasir's name. like full on scholar petty. probably showed up to the order in a nerdy huff excited to meet the actual factual líf and thrasir and turns out its just those two, sitting around glowing and reciting death metal lyrics like they're spoken word ballads. dont think he'd get over that ever.

#as an aside during the course of writing this #i have become convinced that ''I was powerless to stop it... There was nothing I could do...'' eir #could probably have interesting things to talk aboutwith ''he was all alone... there was nothing he could do to save himself...'' zacharias #anonymous #whew thats a lot of words #ill spell check in the morning #yeah right no ill spell check tomorrow evening #thats more likely #that was fun to think about #i hope this makes sense because i am NOT going to reread it #im going to go get dinner #sat here and DID NOT MOVE for ages #my neck is killing me #thanks zacharias

[invaderhogtwopointohno]

I Love Princess Buttercup:

So I found out that Princess Bride is on Disney+ so I started watching it again and I forgot how much shit is dished out on Buttercup’s total lack of interest in what’s going on in the story so I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS ABOUT MY ONE TRUE LOVE BUTTERCUP!

-She’s the only practical person in the entire movie

-Buttercup is constantly belittled for her lack of faith in True Love, but really, she doesn’t think that True Love doesn’t exist, she really loves Westley and wants to be with him, but she’s not stupid- True Love isn’t going to save her from starving to death, or him getting killed for any number of reasons when he goes off to make money. Westley promises to return and she has faith that he will keep his promise but she knows that there are things in this world we can’t control. When she finds out that he died (of course she would never know that he was actually alive for five years), she goes into a emotional void.

-Buttercup suffers from depression and Broken Heart Syndrome- she refuses to eat or sleep and she becomes a shadow of her once happy self. She used to bounce around and be happy and it even says that she used to mess around with Farm Boy before she fell in love with him but at no point after his death is she seen joking or laughing with anyone. She has been mourning Westley’s death for five years and still hasn’t recovered.

-Buttercup doesn’t see the point in resisting being captured because she’s not stupid. She’s practical- these guys caught her off guard and took her somewhere she doesn’t really know. If she escaped, where was she going to go? They clearly planned her kidnapping ahead of time- so that meant that there weren’t a lot of places for her to escape to. She was better off waiting for the Prince to come than bother trying to escape. The only reason why she took off during the boat trip was she figured that they weren’t that far from land, she could just swim back or at least slow down their kidnapping progress by making them turn the boat around.

-Another big problem that she faced was she knows exactly where these guys are headed and that’s not any better. She is going to Florin’s sworn enemy. She knows that she is not going to be able to get any help there since she’s the well-known fiancee of the crown prince of Florin, so she would probably get taken hostage there if she tried to escape and look for help. While the kidnappers aren’t ideal, they are straight forward with their plan that they are going to get her to Guilder first before attacking her, which gives her time to think of a new exit strategy.

-Then a wrench gets thrown into her plans- the Man in Black shows up. She guesses correctly that it’s the Dread Pirate Roberts and assumes like the others that he’s there to get her for a ransom. But she also knows that Roberts never leaves anyone alive, so she isn’t going to make it out alive if she doesn’t go along with whatever he’s planning. She only gets emotional and excited when he starts bad mouthing Westley and takes the opportunity to shove him down the cliff when he let’s his guard down because he’s distracted by the Prince.

-From then on, Buttercup is a participant in the action. She follows Westley into the swamp but keeps her practicality about the fact that this is stupid and dangerous and despite Westley’s constant reassurances that they are going to be fine and his faith in their True Love, they almost get killed three times! She’s like “yeah man, love is great, but we’re also human and we can die.”

-When they escape the swamp and run into the Prince, she’s again not stupid, they are surrounded and there’s too many of them. Westley could have fought them off, sure, but she couldn’t risk losing him again. And she was unaware of the fact that the war was being started by the Prince so she had no practical reason to assume he wouldn’t keep his word and leave Westley alive. By this time, she tells Westley that she had complete faith in the fact that they will be together again and buys Westley time by letting him go. She doesn’t know that he is captured and kept in a dungeon.

-She also doesn’t just sit on her hands at the Palace either- she confronts the Prince and tells him that she wants to leave and call off their engagement. She dreams about her own anxiety that when it comes down to it, she’ll be weak and marry Humperdink and never see Westley again. She is hard on herself because she thinks that she is losing faith in him again and confronts Humperdink a second time. This causes him to get emotional and go to try and kill Westley, setting everything into motion for the third act of the film.

-Buttercup even knows that Westley is coming for her, even when the Prince tells her that he’s dead at the wedding. The real reason that Buttercup is so distraught and contemplates suicide is that by the laws and the morals of the time, she was officially married to Humperdink and even if Westely did come and take her, technically she was his property now. Westley was too late to stop her wedding so she thinks that it doesn’t actually matter and dying is better than losing her honor to Humperdink.

-When she and Westely are reunited she is certain that she is going to have to stay at the Palace just for that reason and he uses a loophole to remind her that she never actually agreed to the marriage and the fact that she did not consent meant that technically they weren’t married, which got her off of the hook. That’s the reason why she doesn’t hesitate to go off with Westley the final time and find their happily ever after.

#the princess bride #princess buttercup #buttercup #I HAVE SOME THOUGHTS #I love her okay? #I never understood why she was so mistreated by people

[thepilgrimofwar]

Breaking the Line - Edited Roll20 Log

[Back dated from after Minutes to Midnight and before Warplanning 2]

[Event Start]

The counter-attack had caught the forces of House Illithia off-guard, and a conscripted army that had expected an easy advance against the scattered resistance from the Emberglades instead found themselves on the run. Retreating behind hastily dug and fortified earthworks, they manage to halt what meager soldiers that the Heartlands had to spare. Gathering their strength for the next push, they awaited Judereth’s militiamen. Numbering in the thousands from every household of the Glades, they had spent the last day mobilizing and marching to the front and were now prepared to join a new offensive.

Judereth marched at the head of the coalition. True to her words over the war table, they were to be the tip of the spear. A spear that would be driven straight into the heart of Westheath. “Spread the word, we’re approaching the front,” said the Baneret, and the men under her command did so without question.

Relriah rode beside her, sidesaddle. She looked the part of a noble lady save for the sheathed sword on her saddle and the look of fire in her eyes. “I am in your hands,” she said with a nod, looking at the men that she led into battle. The comment seemed to encourage them, activating some sort of primal instinct that did not wish to see a mother come to harm.

Mara Blazingdawn rallies the banner men of the Dawnspire to her side. Looking along the ramparts, she could see the muzzle flash of rilfemen opening up onto the approaching forces. Bodies littered the field of good men poorly spent. "Shields!" Mara shouted, as she channeled a personal protection spell. Swords and shields versus well fortified fusiliers. "It's a suicide charge! We need to clear them out!"

Thanidiel:"I am not fond of that entrenchment."

"Highdawn will hold but will not advance until there is breach."

Kebha was silent as always, her presence unknown even to those men she had been given to command. She had all but abandoned them, leaving them with the simple notion of kill or be killed- or be eaten, if they failed. Kebha cared little for the fates of 'her' troops- she was here at Lirelle's request, honoring perhaps the closest thing to a friendship she had formed outside of the cabal. She left them to their devices, cloaking herself in thick void and vanished from sight along with Xio'lhr and her trusted Ashtongue.

Ethalarian nudges his Charger forward to the crest of the small hill behind the artillery. He surveys the field with a grim expression painted over his scarred features and turns to the square-jawed man behind him. "Send word to Highdawn and the militia cavalry under my command- we wait for a breach in the lines."

Thanidiel:"Lady, if you would pull towards the farmland."

"It is unwise to be so close to the 'firing line.'"

Thanidiel 's iconic banner flicks after Ethalarian's runner reaches them. Some sign of her understanding without return or shout.

Relriah acquiesces to Thanidiel's demands. "Very well, I'll be observing"

Elara Blazingdawn surveys the troops under her command and fists her hands on her hips. "Alright lads and lasses. Now's the time to find that inner sense of strength that I hope to the Light you all have. Otherwise, uh, we're done." She pauses, realizing this is a bad motivational speech. "BUT!" She exclaims, "We represent the Dawnspire tonight! The Serdar has sent us strong and bolstered to the field. Tonight we fight for,er, Quel'thalas!"

Avenaiel is a construct of an elf, and her soldiers seem the same; the remains of Blood Knight armor mantles her but it is mostly replaced with leathers. She waves with her fingers to the artillery, and is greeted with nods.

[Combat Start]

[The Assault]

With a great war cry, the forces of Emberheart charge across the gap of no-man’s land, crossing over the corpses of the ones who had charged before them. But this time, the soldiers of the coalition were there to protect them with their flesh and steel. Esheyn covered their flanks, her soldiers protecting the ladder and siege bridge bearers with their shields as cavalry belonging to Thanidiel, Ethalarian, and Relriah ride at their backs, ready to cross the moment the staked trenches were bridged.

Beathyn orders the bombards that he had purchased off Obaniwix to shell the enemy rifle lines, trying his best to minimize the casualties from enemy fire.

Mara & Elara Blazingdawn, with their knights sent by Telchis and Ellasha from the Dawnspire, covered their rightmost advance, ensuring that the militia there were well protected from their assault.

Kheba, an Illidari of blood and shadow, infiltrated the enemy lines, drifting over with others of her kind until they were far behind the enemy defences and trenches. She moved towards the artillery that was raining death down upon friendly troops on the assault.

Oosaarn advanced with arbalests on either side and a handful of no longer bored Warsong at his back. While the orcs held their ground, crossbows soon fired away at the enemy's rifles.

[The Staked Trench Bridged]

Thanidiel rides straight through the enemy lines to the forefront of their cavalry reserves. The standard of Tyr’s Hand held high in the horizon by her troops as the ex-Knight cracks a whip of holy fire like a blazing lightning strike, meant to startle the horses.

Ethalarian lifts his lance high and bellows his orders over the din of cannon fire and the screaming wounded. "Punch through! Clear a path for the infantry!"

Thanidiel:"Soon would be the time to gain a real notch on your belt, Lady Illithia."

Relriah gives her a nod, unable to hide the mix of excitement and horror in her eyes.

Elara Blazingdawn signals her troops to advance, reinforcing Mara's troops near the ladder. Boots thunder on the ladder as the elven troops raid the fort, turning on the Westheath Militia where they can.

Oosaarn led that ragtag group of Warsong towards the siege ladders. Leaving the arbalests behind to continue their volleys upon the enemy forces.

Kebha continues to advance forward, an incidious shadow across the battlefield like choking smoke. She rushes forward, making her way towards the battery, biding her time until she can do real damage. Across the field, the militia struggled on, heeding the words of Thanidiel. They drew steel, diving forward into the riflemen before them.

[Battle for the Battery]

Esheyn rallies her troops to press on, to bring their weapons down upon the militia that surround them.

Mara Blazingdawn"Rally! Do not get stopped! All forces advance!"

Ethalarian wheels his cavalry about as the first formation of heavy infantry are broken apart. He signals to the militia cavalry with his lance and turns his own cavalry on the infantry striking at his flank.

Elara Blazingdawn hikes up the ladder with her troops in tow, eager to close the distance between her sister and herself. "Keep moving, keep moving! Get that militia!"

Oosaarn’s Arbalests again fired on the forces at the other side of the defenses. All while the group of orcs barreled into the enemy's frontlines in thunderous war cries.

Shrapnel catches Thanidiel as the battery fires indiscriminately into the advancing Emberheart forces. She is seen passing the Standard of Tyr's Hand to the Emberglades heavy cavalry and pulling off of the field with a scant retinue, letting them continue the battle in her stead.

[Morale Breaks Militiamen begin to flee]

Mara Blazingdawn:"Let these peasants run back to their homes. All forces reform and move onto the trebuchet!"

Ethalarian goes racing northward now, shouting orders for his flagging unit of militia to retreat. The Blood Knight lancers crest the hill, preceded by thundering hoofbeats and the deafening blast of a war horn. Lances at the ready, enveloped by the twisted sheen of stolen Light, they crash into the crews manning the artillery battery.

[The Trebuchet is destroyed. Combat Ends. Knowing they were defeated a significant number of Westheath forces have thrown down their arms.]

Ethalarian would like to keep War Crimes to a minimum.

Mara Blazingdawn:"The battle has finished. What will we do with all of these captured and wounded?"

Iriina:"Dungeon."

Relriah doesn't speak, but should the decision to slay the captured and wounded be decided upon she would see to it herself.

Oosaarn:"Give them a choice. Rot in a cell or a quick death."

Kebha sheathes her glaives, turning her attention back towards her allies. She says nothing, but does eye the frightened looking infantry like a snack.

Isilos:"The question is, will they become hostile combatants if released?"

Judereth clears her throat. "Prisoners will be a drain on resources we scarcely have at the moment. But I am usre Lord Emberheart would like them alive. The boy wants to be merciful."

Mara Blazingdawn:"I am liken to agree. Hold them in a cell until the war is over. Rebels are less likely to take up arms if their brothers and sisters have a chance of surviving. Killing them will only give them reason for revenge."

Elara Blazingdawn:"Offer them the choice."

Oosaarn:"Then do whatever it is your 'lord' wants. I do not care."

Iiloridan shrugs his shoulders; not his land, but if they were asking... "I agree with the orc. Cell or death."

Ethalarian tugs on the reins of his charger and, somewhat bloody and now covered in artillery shrapnel- thanks Isilos- exhales a long sigh. "I've seen enough of my kin slain in recent times." Lord does he sound thoroughly -tired-. "Treat their wounds and hold them until this business is finished."

Judereth:Sighs, shakes her head, but orders her militia coming up from the rear to collect the wounded and to clasp the others in chains.

[The Coalition votes to Imprison them.]

Kebha laments. But Dinner.

Ethalarian: There are enough freshly dead people to eat, you monster

#Epilogue #Battle

[gameboyheroes]

Ignore me, just doing some more basic headcanons for the twins.

Under a cut bc it has mentions of suicide and a bunch of underlying dark themes.

@thedetectiveofinaba @afortiicri

Persona 3:

Canon happened, but Minako pulled her bed down from the third floor and sleeps beside Minato. They're so used to having to share a bed or room that they just rest a hand on the night table to make sure that the other can feel their presence by holding hands to sleep.

They respect each other when it comes to maxed S.Link and their dateable people. They dated the entire dorm's eligible and age-appropriate people, just not at the same time.

No. They did NOT date Ken. But Ken did propose to Minako, but she told him to wait until he was actually old enough to back up his words.

Minako dated Shinjiro and absolutely shut down. She visited him daily in the hospital until the day she died.

Because he was released from the hospital, Shinji ran up those stairs and held her as she died.

Minato had Aigis watch him die.

The Answer happened and everyone was there. Even Shinji was there.

The Answer is like January 1st for like week straight and the rest of them are wondering why they died. They find out at the end that they died to save the world.

Persona 4:

They're about 14-16, running away from their foster homes.

They found a foreclosed home in the outskirts of Inaba and decided to live there.

There's no water or anything, so they get really creative. Buying (pretty much) the entire blanket section at Junes does the trick for cold weather, but lots of bottled water on hot days. Going to school early to shower in the sports team’s shower rooms, charging their phones at work which is usually Junes but they run around the shopping district and help out there too.

They're enamored by P4-kun. Like, wow. How is he so cool?! If not for Kuma/Teddie, then they would be the most hype about P4-kun.

Also, Naoto's super hot. Minako tried dating her first.

On the topic of Naoto, EVERYONE is convinced that Minato is actually Naoto's brother until he showed his natural hair roots to disprove it. He has his sister's red hair but dyes it black/blue; while Minako puts red highlights in hers.

In my ship with @thedetectiveofinaba -- Strangers seem weirded out by PDA between Minato and Naoto, their friends (Investigation Team) called them MiNaoto as a joke but it actually stuck.

Minako has the biggest freaking crush on our resident dork prince, Yosuke. Will not act on said crush if P4-kun is after said dork.

They have a double dungeon. It's like a really fucking long hallway divided by thin glass, with many, many doors and many, many voices telling them that they're useless and only there for the money.

The glass has childish drawings since they can’t read backwards characters all over it.

Blue and pink dolls (with a number) representing their age start a new section of their nightmare dungeon.

There are mannequins sitting on chairs after the preteen dolls. Once the Investigation Team finds the twins, the mannequins are hanging from the ceiling, chairs kicked aside or inky red lines along the mannequins' wrists.

The Investigation Team has to use ice against fire attacks and vise-versa. Their boss forms are like twisted, headless versions of what they end up afterwards bc Personas.

Persona 5:

They were brought back like, shortly after Nijima Makoto’s Persona awakening. 

It’s been almost a decade since they walked on solid ground.

They’re weak AF. Physical muscles need to be rebuilt. Even walking is a struggle at first.

They decide to change their names and try to go back into society again. Minato is Yuuki Makoto, Minako is Yuuki Mika.

Futaba can’t find an internet trace because these people aren’t supposed to exist anymore.

Their Palace is similar but every floor is a new foster home.

At first, only P5-kun (will be referred to as Aki-chan from here on) knows about their situation. It takes Aki-chan to unlock their level five Fool Confidant link to even know this.

It takes until their shared Palace is cleared until the Thieves learn about who they were.

Their old Gekkoukan IDs and uniforms were their Treasure because of the tight bonds they wove with their friends during their stay in Iwatodai.

Stupid nicknames. For everyone. It makes it a little more unique when a 17YO P5-kun answers to “Aki-chan” casually.

Dead serious about the stupid nicknames. All of the Phantom Thieves have one. Their most unusual one is for Nijima Makoto to differentiate which one they’re talking about. They call her “Mako-tan”.

It’s Igor’s fault that they came back to Earth again. It was a mistake but it also cuts Igor’s S.Link in half, since they’re part of the Fool confidant.

They stay at Le Blanc until they get in touch with Kirijou Mitsuru to find their old friends to crash in their houses until they can get their own place.

Shinjiro’s maxed S.Link helps Minako out since she ends up sleeping at Shinji’s place every other day. Minato stays with Yukari after his sister starts staying with Shinji.

If MiNaoto is a thing, they both stay with Naoto but she has one bed and someone always ends up on the floor. Minako stays with Aki-chan on “not suitable for minors” nights. Yes, they have a system to let the other know how the night will end up.

#hc: minato #hc: minako #tw: suicide mention

[gagx]

The Suicide Squad: Montana Madness Part 1

Introduction

Greetings! This is my first time posting fan fiction. I had fun writing this and I hope you will enjoy this. I am a big superhero comics fan, and since they’ve been on my mind recently, I had an idea for a Suicide Squad story. For some insight, I originally thought of this as an interlude issue between some ongoing threads in a series, but it was pointed out to me that DC probably wouldn’t allow this. Thus my interest in trying to write this story out in prose format.

I have divided this up into three parts to ensure proper copy/pasting, and because my story divides neatly into three parts.

Location: Area 43--Belle Reve Meta-Prison

Time: 21.9.8 14:37 PM CDT

The sky was partially cloudy over the yard, and it was a crowded place, as this prison was never expected to grow as big as it has. In the four hours a day the prisoners, all repeat offending supervillains, were allowed in daylight, they broke into their groups- some gangs formed and some friendships were being fostered. Workouts, fights, and petty gambles born of tedium all took place to pass the time before they were forced back into their cells. All of it happened under the supervision of guards in anti-tank personnel armor and those in the towers watching their vitals through the command collars all prisoners wore, lest their special abilities and powers be unleashed in deadly, retributive action against those who hold the keys to their cells.

There was a noise near one of the entryways. Guards with laser rifles poured out leading a new prisoner into the yard. Large, inhuman yet humanoid forms were not unusual among the population of Belle Reve, but even this new prisoner stood out. A cube-like head was atop a cube-like body. Shorter prisoners pushed their way forward as people gathered to get a look at their new neighbor, but as soon they came to the front, they regretted the choice. The figure seemed to be a fox mascot wearing boxing gloves for some sports team--where the name of the team once was on its gold colored jersey had been replaced, in a stylized font that linked the letters together, “Kill Kill Kill Kill.” But this was not what made those who looked upon this new prisoner regret their choice. It was the eyes. It’s googly eyes pierced into the soul and followed those who tried to look away. Everyone who gazed upon it felt this unnerving stare.

Amanda Waller came out in a crisp new navy pantsuit and rode upon a hover-platform that raised her to a height where she could see the entirety of the gathered prisoners. She pressed a button on her wrist control, and the audio function of every prisoner-retention device was active.

Amanda: Afternoon. This is your newest cellmate and yard friend straight from Maine Magical Dungeon Prison, Boxy Foxy the Killer with Moxie. It will also be joining some of you on a new mission.

Amanda looked upon the crowd to decide who she wanted for this mission. She noticed that a number of the prisoners looked unnerved. She enjoyed watching these murderers and masochists squirm. She also needed them to focus, so she looked for those who did not break their gaze.

Amanda: Chase, report to mission control.

The self-styled hero Vigilante gave Amanda a dagger filled glance, but did not press back against the order. It had been many months since he had seen the outside world, and this would likely be the only chance he had to escape this place--even briefly.

Amanda: Strange, report to mission control.

Strange: Can I wear my suit?

Amanda:….Yes, you can wear your off-color Batman suit.

Strange: Those are his true colors!

Amanda: *sighs* I’m not having this argument again, Strange. I have seen Batman.

Strange: I have seen his soul, and that allowed me to mock him by showing his true colors. It also allowed me to honor nature and present myself as the master predator that I am. You have weak eyes, Waller.

Amanada: You have lost to every Robin. You should be honored you’re even considered dangerous enough to be here.

The distinct laughter of the Australian supervillain, Captain Boomerang, erupted and interrupted.

Boomerang: You lost to the Robins? Ahahahahahaahhhaa. You suck!

Strange: There is no shame. Batman trains his welts well, and the Nightwing is no Robin. He’s bested Deathstroke, and as I recall, you pissed yourself when Deathstroke became involved during one of your missions.

Boomerang: Lying bastard. I did no such thing. I’ll have you know, I fought the Flash. I am not some loser who got beat by some sidekicks.

Strange: Your defeat is no greater than mine. You can tell yourself the glory of your battle all day, but we all remember how you smelled when you came back.

Boomerang mumbled something as he quickly reached down towards a small rock he had intended for the shining, gigantic dome that was Strange’s head, but Amanda raised her hand. The guards in watchtower three understood and acted nearly instantly to disable Boomerang through minor electrocution via his collar. Boomerang landed face first into the dry, warm dirt as laughter emerged around him. Catman offered a hand, but Boomerang angrily slapped it away as he slowly made his way up.

Amanda scanned the crowd one last time, and she saw him. The mad man who walked and talked like a pirate out of a children’s tale, dressed like poor man’s Pirates of the Caribbean knockoff when not in standard prison orange, and claimed to be from another Earth--Captain Kilgore. His tales of another world were not backed by any evidence, but his claims were logged in the event of an hostile extra-universal encounter. His only advantage over Chase or Strange was his ability to transform his body into water, which made him hard to kill. If he could change his shape or control more water, then Kilgore might have been one Belle Reve’s more dangerous inmates, but his apparent inability or lack of skill simply made him a useful moron to Amanda Waller.

Amanda: Captain Kilgore, report to mission control.

Kilgore: To the high seas, we be going, eh? I’ll be needing my parrot if I’m to lead your men across my treacherous love.

Amanda: Your parrot was eaten by Killer Croc, and you wouldn’t need that damn bird where you’re going.

Kilgore: Arrrrrgggggghhhhh!

Amanda: The rest of you can go back to your miserable lives. Yard time is being cut short an hour today. Deal with it.

She hovered her way back inside as groans, shouts, and threats filled the yard. The guards raised their weapons as they backed off. One of the men who fought over the name Blockbuster ran forward seeking revenge for the lost time, but was severely shocked and left twitching in front of the gathered prisoners. They soon disbanded and went their separate ways, as guards dragged Blockbuster back to his cell.

#fanfic #the suicide squad #dcmultiverse #dc comcis #batman #amanda waller #taskforce x

[ermojas]

Goddammit i said i wasn't going to do another drunk rewatch

But in fairness i am just lightly tipsy and in even more fairness was already watching TEH and i couldnt handle it silently.

- i love John's Sherlock cosplay coat. He looks like such a little nerd.

- Wait mycrofts office was always this terrible EMP dungeon

- Mad ppassive aggressive mrs. Hudson is my spirit animal

- I love how when Sherlick says "and what about john watson?" Anthea looks at mycroft like "please i cant with this high school shit right now"

- Mrs. H's first thought to "moving on" was that John would leave the country before finding someone new. Just saying.

- Also john agreed to "So soon, after sherlock?" So like he wasnt defining it platonically either there were ya mate.

- Oooookkay, i know its a real street, but the fact that their date was on "Mary le bone" Road is a bit too hashtag straight sex wink wink nudge nudge for comfort.

- Sherrlick calling mycroft blood like "blahd" is my spirit animal.

- This whole restaurant scene is so silver screen 1955 and i am Here. For. It.

- "Sorry that took so long," is a thing that secret agents say when they are using the bathroom as an excuse after they hacked into something.

- Call me a liar but him worrying that john will be "indiscreet" is like the gayest Victorianest thing sherlock could say.

- Forgett the letter, we still dont know what mary's "Secret Tattoo" is.

- Reblog if you want a Dad Hug from Lestrade and a Daddy Headslam from John.

- I hereby declare Lestrade's new name is Goldfish.

- The main question of this episode is Why did john only suspect the patient after he tried to sell him pornos? Seriously he gets this look on his face that's like "oh no, sherlock, you ain't pulling that porno trick on me again,"?

- I love Molly in this episode. She is so cheeky.

- The suicide chips shop with the sex shelves was off of Mary Le Bone rd too. Gawd. Wait he also offered molly chips? Oh nooooooo, molly...

- This is where molly and sherlock had their closure. That whole shit in s4 was beyond unnecessary

- "Saint James the Less" is just another way of saying "Jim's number 2" isn't it, mary. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

- My subtitles say that Mary shouted "Get up, John" when they ran at the fire. Lady, hes ina fire. He thought of that.

- Fuck you in particular, elephant pattern on Moran's throw pillows

- John's Down to Business danger walk is my spirit animal

- "What are you doing?"

"Coming"

- Its kinda weird that this episode and v for vendetta and the rdj sherlock movie all have this same parliament explosion plot. Except maybe it was ACD and im being ignorant. Damn i really need to read acd.

- Im not a drunk but i did just notice i have a cut on my finger

- Moran types 051113. Do3ss that mean something. Playse moftiss, may oy 'ave some'ore.

- Sherlock faking his mind palace so he can make an o face is my spirit animal.

- John interrupts sherlocks fake speech with "yeah i know" as soon as he mentions mary. Hes trying to keep him from saying something "indiscreet." You're dying, you pathetic

- Sherlock's face when john forgives him. It isn't fake. He didn't think he would. I can't

- Codename Lazarus was about the fake death. If i remember my stifled fundamentalist christian upbringing correctly wasn't the whole point of the lazarus story the fact that they had to convince lazarus' sisters Mary and Martha that he was truly risen from the dead? Oh my god did 5hey name Mrs. HudsoN MARTHA so they could make that one vague bible joke? I hate everything?

- Nobody who wrote three different fake resurrection scenes could write The Final Problem and be serious about it. Stay Anderson, my friends. Stay Anderson.

- Someday i want to feel as free as Anderson, gigglig and getting tangled up in yarn and newsprint.

- Sherrlock and John relievedly pretending they are laughint tears because sherlock tricked john and not becsuse they had A Moment is my spiriblahaha animablalala

- John giggling over mollys version of porn parody sherlock is...everything.

- Im sorry how could anyone not read the end of the episode where Cam realizes Sherlock's weak spot as John as not complete and utter evidence of...like this whole epusode is so sexually tense i cannot...likr every ingle confrontational scene isnot like haha they are friends but in an almist gay way but no homo haha, like the entire plot HINGES on the tension of him coming back and then Ends by Foreshadowing a Wedding as if it is the literal apocalypse.

#sherlock #johnlock #tjlc #teh #drunk teh #drunk rewatch #john watson #have i done this one yet #idk #maybe #hi #how are yoy #are u sick of.me.yet #alcohol tw

[cjoatprehn]

The Truth

It’s  Time to Stop the Negativity in My Life

   Introduction

“Here is the truth about that…weird girl you know just around the block. That girl you bullied in elementary and middle school…that college student who always seemed to take care of others and not herself. That girl who seemed to want to say one thing…but just doesn’t say it at all. The bookworm who seemed to love homework. That teenager who is awfully mean on her periods. The daughter that seems to want others to understand and have excuses for every mistake she does. The granddaughter that says random things and draws on anything…even your light-colored couch with a marker. That cousin who always seems to want to leave parties and has a crush but will never confess. That one student that hates fighting others, and self-destructs herself. The girl that is writing this post….to release the truth that she has been hiding…and is willing to accept the consequences as they come.”

               I want to say, thank you…to all of you who have been with me for this long in my life. I appreciate all your efforts to make sure that I am happy, safe, and above all, healthy. That I know whether to cross the street or not, to speak out and say what I think. To speak the truth in the inward parts. God hates a liar. And the Holy Spirit is watching me now, as I write this. This is my confession to all of you and my confirmation of my signature that I will accept all consequences as they come through. Most of you may want to unfollow me and not support me and that is perfectly okay with me. I just…want you guys to know the truth. The real me. I warn you, this may…sound messed up to a very certain extent. Depending on who reads it. But…

I am no longer going to hide behind fantastical stories anymore. I will…take what comes and may God protect the rest of me and my mind. I want to go ahead and apologize to Him now, for all the exaggerated stories. All of it.

In Real Life Shoutouts:

Now…Shout outs are in order. First off, the Father My God, for creating and revealing things to me. The one listener who doesn’t get annoyed at my constant babbling. Um, My Grandma Neal and my Grandma Clara. For helping me through everything, life in general. And Grandma Virgie Monroe, for having the Artist mind to understand someone as complex as me. The Prayer Ministry, for their prayers for my family and life. Alberta and Daqwon McKnight, for their hospitality, generosity, guidance and preaching. Corinthian Baptist Church, for becoming the one place where I can be safest and happiest. No matter if it is Sunday or not. Miss Erline and her family for showing just…so much hardworking talent in the Mission Ministry. Kelli Michelle Wise for raising me and my sister. Mckenzie Joyner for being the best girlfriend I could ever have in Maryland, being able to relate to a girl that balances me out is wonderful. Edwin Johnson IV for the longest friendship I have ever been able to maintain without unintentionally breaking it. Raymond Fisher III and his family, for the constant support especially when I became homeless. Renoir Dawson-Finan (I have some thanks for you too), for coming so quickly whenever I needed you. Your comfort during the hard times made it bearable (when you weren’t….you know…NSFW). Yoni for being the gentleman of advice, silliness, and absolute absurdity. My siblings as well. I love you all. No matter your actions. Also. Mary Baldwin University: Gloria Cooper, Shay’De Tyler, Destinee and Heather Zollars, Hannah Fishbourne, Andrea Cornett-Scott and her husband, Gamer’s Guild, Kate, and so many more. I appreciate all your positive messages and love on my whiteboard. I still have the pictures in my over 12,000 photo library, hehe. There are many more people in my life I may have forgotten but I want to move on to the Online friends now.

 Online Shoutouts:

         First Shoutout goes to the first ever server I have joined on Discord. Yes, while flawed, the entire group of friends that I met for Dungeons and Dragons, while it…was an experience with many highs and lows, I am glad to have experienced the joy of slaying monsters with a silly band of diverse people. I still have the recordings, and the photos from when Coley visited and drew the Aquarius constellation on my hand. I hope you guys are well. Even if you guys no longer like my existence anymore. The others are those I have made in Art Servers, Roleplay Servers, and Youtubers like Tehrogue, Melle-D, Mona-Chan, Jacksepticeye, Markiplier, Your Daily Dose of Internet, AyChristineGames, All of the Viners out there, you are all amazing and I love your content. On Tumblr, you guys have all been kind, and there are so many I could list. But while I am late, I want to shoutout to you guys too. You know who you are.

 Lord Give Me Strength…

        I…have a lot to confess to you all. A lot of the things you have heard about/from me and my character…are probably exaggerated to make myself seem…a lot more interesting and awesome than I actually am. The reason I overexaggerated the stories I tell about what happen to me, no matter how short or long, is because…I am afraid of being judged for my true self. And making my life seem…insane, seemed like the best way to make friends. But! Not every story was…untrue. The Homeless Shelter story, did actually happen. But…nobody hit on me, or did anything wrong. They were all very grateful for the goods we brought for their survival. The Angela is insane on Sugar,…is both true and untrue in a sense. Because I do get a certain boost from it and the caffeine in my medication, and crashing ends up screwing the day for me. But…me doing flips and jumping down flights of stairs and landing on my feet is not true. Also it’s very dangerous don’t do that unless you are trained (or something like that). There are actually a lot of stories that were exaggerated….Me walking straight out the front door and going 84-86 miles was true. Geepus sometimes my legs sheer pain from when I walked those long distances. It really was terrifying to walk in the pitch black of night with nothing but trees and no lights around you in a manic state. The sister story…well…(That was true.) The Attempting Suicide twice (true) the first boyfriend (True) Many of the stories I tell are actually true I am discovering but the added details and overexaggeration for effect makes it…laughable and crazy to say the least.

             But…long story short…there are so many stories I have told, to make you laugh, to make me seem like a kickbutt person, or to inspire you. But I’m here to say, most of them were overexaggerated for the sake of…my inner security about myself, and you guys laughing makes me laugh so I add stuff to make it even funnier. Because everyone needs a good belly-aching laugh. Or someone needs an awe-inspiring story.

 I will admit, those of you who sense I am hiding something…I usually am. On an everyday basis. Even people like Edwin still are finding out more about me and my experiences with life. I know a lot more than I let on….I’m not violent, or an absolute hothead all the time, I tend to blurt out what’s on my mind. I…I’m imperfect. But I’m okay with that. God Made me to be imperfect and enjoy the pleasures he gave for me to enjoy. I know you have a lot of questions. For those of you who have my number and social media, message me. I’ll answer any questions you may have. If you have lost faith in me, or hate me for the lies, or just…other bad things…I am okay with that.  Thank you all for listening to my confession. I look forward to the future and what lies ahead. But no matter what, I still believe in, and love all of you, and will do anything no matter what for you. That has never changed.