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self-indulgent: queer Kazuya Minegishi manga icons Naokazu shippers DNI.

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Naoya Minegishi Icons

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girl who's only ever played devil survivor: "getting a lot of devil survivor vibes from this.."

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New Jersey Devils fans on Twitter be like:

#i can't believe it took me this long to remember this absolutely iconic Survivor moment #where this guy complained that his team lost a challenge because they consistently broke the rules lol #anyway hi do i tag the devils in this or continue to be a coward about things like that? #hockey #toronto maple leafs

[nalyra-dreaming]

Hi! Love your blog :)

Do you think Louis being pimp will be brought up? Because I felt like it was forgotten by both the show and fandom. We had iconic confession scene done incredibly by Jacob where he acknowledges his faults against women, then he gets turned and proceeds to be a pimp.

I always felt like this and Louis at the present being billionaire in Dubai and both of these aspects being swept under rug in Louis' narration is extremely important thing that will be addressed in further seasons. Do you think Claudia knows that Louis was pimp? I can't imagine Louis sharing it with her on his own.

With her being aged up and being object of desire of no one but teens and perverts and of course being survivor of SA, her being orphan, Louis exploiting women sexually paints even more stark contrast.

Thank you for answers!

Hey!

Glad you like :)

I don't think that it's been forgotten, tbh (though it is not often brought up in fandom, granted).

But the show will surely come back to this before all is said and done. Dubai, built on slave labor and gold, is definitely not a coincidence as being chosen for the modern part of the show. And what Louis may wish to hide from Claudia (because I agree, he probably wished to keep that part of his past from her) could soon become a moot point when there will be a whole coven of vampires who can just read his mind.(*)

I'm not sure though if that past will be actually used against him next season, but it will still come up, of that I'm very sure. Because Armand's past will call back to this... and Claudia's SA will call back to Lestat's. And Louis still pays "whores" in Dubai... blood whores, to put it plainly. Daniel did call himself his whore as well, which is also no coincidence, and, given some events of the Devil's Minion arc might yet call back there, too. And who knows what "The Farm" actually is... We'll see.

(*) I agree that Claudia's fate shines a very painful light on Louis' previous occupation, but I feel like she probably knew about it. Like... New Orleans might be a big city, but Louis was an institution. For a while. He already told her that she came after his part of Storyville burning, and Claudia, being this clever and inquisitive girl that she was then, most surely went and investigated. We see later how she educates herself, chooses to learn languages, read up on things. There is no reason to suspect she didn't dig into finding out the truth about her parents, her guardians, too.

And I mean, given the later diary entries (that will still come to be) she grew to hate them both.

Given the changes the show made and that you refer to here - that can very well be a big part of it, too. Some of it bleeds through, imho, when she leaves in ep5, she throws it into Louis' face then, but that was before the assault. I bet the bitterness after was quite a different thing then.

Abuse - including sexual abuse - will be a continuous thing throughout the show.

In the books Lestat has been raped into darkness, Armand was sold as a sex slave. Both of these events have been already hinted at in season 1.

Louis being a pimp fits into that very well in a really uncomfortable way. I said it in another post, he still owned people, profited of them, and as @cbrownjc reminded me of, the show even gave him the background of actually being descendant of the plantation owners.

I absolutely believe that the show will hook into this aspect and the inherent abuse aspect for all characters.

Louis' might have been... let's say put aside for now, but I would pay real money that it has not been forgotten, because ultimately vampires maim and rape their prey, right? To death.

I think they will address this, again and again, over all the season. And it will be very uncomfortable and harrowing at times.

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[goodnitedrdead]

winter falls

Colonel Carrillo x Reader

Summary: winter blows again, and time has flown by. Colonel Carrillo never thought he'd be fearing the solitude that came with the season. Just as he thought he was about to fall apart, you rush in to keep him together. To help scare away the tormenting thoughts that were haunting him, you decided to take him out for a walk surrounded by the bright Christmas lights that adorned the local plaza.

Word Count: 5.8k (not bad for a girl with no talent)

Warnings: Carrillo lives. Slight/mild PTSD from the night Escobar shot him. Talks about divorce. Intrusive thoughts. Lonely holiday time. Talks about religion. Emotional infidelity, I guess? Lots of feelings. Fluff. Angst with an... okay ending?

Author's Note: don't let the kpop icon scare you, ok? pls be kind to me this is the second fic I've ever written, I'd really appreciate the feedback. ALSO, I am absolutely in love with the colonel. Inspiration for this came from the song Winter Falls by Stray Kids. I recommend looking up the lyric translation because I tried to include them through the fic, but it's not required. THANK YOU FOR READING!!! IT MEANS A LOT TO ME. MWAH TO ALL THOSE WHO WILL READ THIS <3 also, i cross posted this on ao3 in case y'all would like to follow me there, I know sometimes Tumblr tends to be... mean.

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Colonel Carrillo didn’t fear many things. Hell, he didn’t even fear death itself. But recently, as the nights got longer and the temperatures started to drop, he started to know fear. The thing that embarrassed him the most was that it was an intangible fear. It wasn’t the bullets that flew left and right past him as he was in the streets of Colombia. It wasn’t the sicarios that etched the notorious Colonel’s name in their minds, hiding in the shadows waiting to pounce and take his life. It wasn’t the blood, nor the warzone he lived in day in and day out. No, it wasn’t any of that. Horacio Carrillo was afraid of desolation.

He thought he’d have more time to get used to it. As he awoke one day from being in a coma for who knows how long, he found his wife by his side. He felt a sense of relief, there was somebody there to greet him back to the realm of the living. There was someone who yearned for his existence. Someone that prayed for his return. Someone that needed him.

That feeling was short-lived as he woke one day and noticed she was gone. Divorce papers waiting on the table by his side, along with a long letter explaining her decision. 

Days, weeks, months passed as he went through numerous sessions of physical therapy. He felt a broken man. A once fearsome and lethal man… and now just a man trying to learn simple tasks like if he were a child.

When Escobar shot him, the news of Colonel Horacio Carrillo’s death spread like wildfire. However, thanks to Trujillo, one of the few survivors of the ambush that day, he was rushed to the hospital. Fortunately, the bullets had missed all the important parts of him. Of course there was damage, but little by little, thanks to the help of the doctors, nurses, therapists and everyone in between, the Colonel was able to make it. 

Oh how he wished he would’ve been left to die.

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He was raised a catholic man. His family never missed mass on Sundays, no matter how much anyone protested. He’ll admit, there were times when he hated it. He doubted the existence of God. He doubted the existence of la Virgen. He doubted the existence of any omnipotent presence because if anyone in this universe existed, men like Escobar would be brought to justice. 

As he laid on the cold concrete that day, he recited a prayer. A simple prayer, asking for forgiveness for his sins and whatnot. To be completely honest he didn’t even believe the words that he was saying. The overwhelming taste of blood in his mouth bothered him, and kept interrupting his prayer. Now, as the devil himself stood above him, he started to see his life flash before him. Once again, death itself didn’t scare him. He was ready to welcome it, in fact. Unfortunately he couldn’t even focus on that when someone else was occupying his mind. He felt a bit guilty, to be honest. He thought of his wife, Juliana. He thought of his children. He thought of the pain they’d have to endure because of his death. He thought of his mother. How his dear mother would grieve the death of his son. She would always voice her worries to him, but he always reassured her that nothing would ever happen to him. Until Escobar happened, then Horacio started to keep quiet. His reassurances to his whole family turned into nothing but silence. He kept thinking of his family, and he wished that was the extent of who he kept thinking.

That wasn’t the case.

You kept invading his mind like poison. In fact, that’s exactly how you slowly started to infiltrate his every thought. It was one of the biggest mistakes of his life, accepting you into the Search Bloc team. From the very first moment he laid eyes on you, he knew he had broken his sacred vows. He never did anything to you, he kept the relationship professional. Actually, he tried his best to avoid having any ties to you, but due to the nature of your job, it was almost impossible. No matter what he did, no matter where he turned, no matter where he went you always followed. It was as if a snake bit him, and little by little you started to take over every part of him. The poison coursed through his bloodstream, intoxicating him as it spread to every inch of his very being . 

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 The last few months leading up to his ‘death,’ he spent it at the office. It was during those months where Juliana started to doubt their marriage. Long hours away from home, the pressure and torment that rested upon Horacio’s shoulders, the way Escobar was draining him little by little started to affect Juliana. She didn’t know when this was going to come to an end. If there was even an end. What about when Escobar was caught? Who will follow? She will know no peace next to Horacio. Their children will know no peace next to their father. Not anymore. 

He’d once promised her it wouldn’t always be like this. But unfortunately, she knew that promise would not be fulfilled.

So when she received news that he was caught up in an ambush, she felt life escape her. She regretted ever thinking that. But, as the months passed and she was informed that her husband had made it after all, she felt a tightness in her chest. 

When she saw him there, almost lifeless, she begged God for forgiveness. She begged God for forgiveness for what she had in mind. It’s not that she didn’t love him, no that wasn’t the case at all. But she did not want to live in a constant state of fear. She did not want to get caught up in the war that followed him. So when he woke one day, she allowed herself a few days to feel out her emotions. But, seeing as how close he had come to dying, she came to a conclusion. She had to put herself first. She had to put her children first… and that’s what she did. She had no time to think as she placed the divorce papers on the table next to his bed. She reached into her purse, pulled out the letter that she hoped he’d read, and rested it on top of the papers that were about to end it all. Slowly, she leaned down and kissed his forehead. Disculpame, cariño. 

Now, as the nights got longer and the winds grew colder, he found himself in the position he feared the most. Horacio Carrillo was alone. 

The fact that it was nearing Christmas was worse. He always thought he’d have more time to get used to it. But it was one of those things that he shoved to the back of his mind as he tried to get himself back together. It caught up to him though, and now there was nothing he could do to make peace with solitude. 

The war had been won, to an extent. Escobar was dead. The Cali godfathers were a distant threat. Colombia was starting to get well acquainted with peace. The Americans were still infiltrating his life. That was starting to become the norm for him. 

He was definitely not sure why they had wanted him back. After he was discharged from the hospital and he was able to walk again and become a fraction of what he used to be, he was offered the same position. The same position, minus the physical aspect. Now, he had to hide behind his office and bark orders at men and wait for reports of how stakeouts and raids went. This isn’t how he wanted to live. 

It was starting to get late. The building was starting to empty out quickly as the weekend before Christmas arrived. Carrillo looked out his office to find you on your desk. Murphy sat atop the files you had laid out on the table, throwing a ball of paper into the air before catching it and repeating the same motions. You sat on your chair, a smile adorning your face as you talked about nonsense with Murphy, Peña, and Trujillo. Carrillo felt a ping of jealousy sting him. He wished he would have that same smile directed towards him. He wished that smile was reserved for him and him only. 

See, from the moment you joined the team you became a huge distraction for the Colonel. Your bright eyes, full of wonder and curiosity. Your smile, radiant as the sun and contagious to everyone around you. Your laugh, oh how your laugh was music to his ears. Your hair, the way it framed your beautiful face and left a haunting yet comforting trail of your scent as you walked past him. The way you were friendly with everyone around you and provided everyone that crossed your path with a sense of comfort. The unforgiving way you lit up any room you walked in to.

You were transferred to Colombia from Juarez. You had arrived at the same time, if not a bit after Agent Murphy. Unlike Steve and Javier, you were not a pain in his ass. Carrillo felt a tad bit of hostility towards the gringos, but never to you. Well, you weren’t really considered one to him. He’d come to learn that you were born and partly raised in Mexico, you became an American citizen when you were a teenager. He thought that must’ve been hard for you, leaving your home country and trading it for one that was so… hostile. Carrillo always thought America was like a wild bull, untamable and stubborn. That was one of the many things he’d come to admire about you: the way you’d easily adjust to the situation around you, no matter what it was.

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Outside the church, you leaned on your forearms against the side of the car, aimlessly tracing the letters on the hood of the beat up police car. Steve leaned with his back against the bumper of the car while Peña and Carrillo questioned where Javier’s informant was. Helena, you recalled Javier sharing her name with the Colonel. You listened to their conversation in Spanish, and you assumed it was because they were trying to hide something from Steve and yourself.

You didn’t really care if they were trying to hide something. You understood every word they were saying, though they did not have a clue you were fluent in the language. Steve, however… 

You felt so bad for the poor man. A white man in a foreign country, with no concept or knowledge of the language, much less the culture. You felt the need to approach him and inform him of the conversation he was excluded from, but you stopped yourself when you heard the men start to question your presence. 

“¿y la chica?”  

“No, ella se queda con Murphy. Será mucho para ella,” you heard Javier say. Carrillo asked Javier about you, and Peña, most likely thinking you were some sort of fragile porcelain doll, told him you were to stay with Steve. Asshole, you thought to yourself. You looked at both of the men, and heard Javier say, “you two stay here and see if she comes back, okay?”

With that you saw as they both got onto a truck and left, leaving you and Murphy to stare at each other in confusion. 

Time passed and you two decided to get acquainted with one another. You learned Steve was born in Tennessee but grew up in West Virginia. He told you all about his career, how he ended up in Colombia, and the love of his life who waited for him back at the house. You smiled at the way he talked about her. You didn’t really believe in true love, but the way Steve was expressing himself about Connie? You might start to actually believe it. 

The church bells started to toll, and Steve let out a yawn. He excused himself for a moment before he walked to the driver’s side of the car. With a soft knock on the windshield, he approached the officer that sat at the wheel. 

“Any news on the radio?” Steve asked.

“¿Le digo?” The soldier asked his partner. 

“No. Acuérdese lo que dijo Carrillo,” The soldier replied to his partner, eyeing Steve cautiously. 

“Perdón, pero yo no hablo inglés,” The soldier on the driver seat told Steve. An apologetic smile on his face.

Steve sighed. With a frustrated huff he walked back next to you and leaned against the car.

“Nothing yet. Can’t believe they left us behind just like that,” Steve told you while he pulled a cigarette out of the pocket of his jacket.

“There’s something they don't want us to know. Carrillo’s men clearly have instructions to not share any information with either of us. Might want to start questioning who we got as partners,” you told him.

As you lit the cigarette Steve offered you, you noticed how he looked at you confused. 

“What makes you say that?” He asked you.

You shrugged and exhaled the smoke from your cigarette slowly, “I understood what they were saying. One of Carrillo’s men said to remember what he’d told them. That sounds like they’re withholding their whereabouts.”

Steve let out a chuckle. “You know Spanish? How come you never said anything?”

You smirked and shrugged again, “Nobody ever asked. My superiors know, that’s what matters.”

“Remind me to keep you around me as a translator then,” Steve smiled at you.

“Oh honey, I am more than just a translator.”

And that’s how Steve learned about your past. Where you were born, where you came from, what got you to this place. From that moment on, you made an agreement with Murphy that you’d help him with the language. Maybe not with the teaching, but letting him know what those around him would say. 

So long as he didn’t tell Peña or Carrillo that you knew Spanish. You wanted to see how far this little game could go.

Carrillo’s men eventually called the both of you and took you to where Peña and the Colonel were. Steve got out of the car frustrated, immediately asking where Peña was. When you saw he stormed towards both men, you got out of the car. You gave a brief ‘thank you’ to the men that drove you there and tried to catch up with Steve. 

When you got there you heard Steve and Javier speaking about Helena. How she was and if she was gonna be okay. As you listened and looked between the both of them, you felt a strong pair of eyes on you. You shifted your gaze and found the Colonel looking at you. You weren’t gonna deny it, his stare was overwhelming. If he would’ve been any other man, or any other person you worked with, you wouldn’t have thought anything of it. However, the fact that they both left you behind on purpose stirred frustration within you. 

You stared back at him, no intention of backing down from this silent challenge. You thought it might’ve been a meaningless action, but you hoped it got the message across. You weren’t going to give in. Not to him. Not to anybody. There was a reason you were sent down here, and you were here to stay as long as they needed you. 

Eventually Carrillo lowered his gaze. He’d never admit it but he felt small in your presence. Your gaze was soft. Stern, but somehow tender. And that’s what made him uncomfortable. You weren’t just looking at him. You were looking at him. Through him. That made him uncomfortable. That was the moment when he knew you weren’t just going to be another member of the team. And he’d start to regret laying his eyes on you, for it was going to be impossible to get you out of his mind. 

“You left me behind on purpose,” Murphy exclaimed to Javier. 

“Look, man–” Javier started to explain. More than likely it was gonna be some bullshit excuse as to why he abandoned you both.

“If we’re gonna be partners, I don’t get left behind. We don’t get left behind. We didn’t come all the way down here, Peña, to sit on the fucking sidelines.”

Javier looked at Steve and then to you. You gave him a simple nod, signifying that you completely agreed with your companion. You didn’t come here to waste your time. 

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It was late. Nearing midnight. Yet, Colonel Carrillo sat still in his office. The soft ticking of the clock on the wall became louder each time. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t want to go home. He couldn’t even call it home anymore. The empty structure that held so many memories, so much warmth and love now turned into an unwelcoming and haunted place. The ghost of the memories he shared with his family. 

His mind started to betray him. He thought of the man he used to be. The collected, composed, and stoic Colonel Horacio Carrillo. Leader of the Search Bloc. Escobar’s nightmare.

Now? A broken man with broken dreams. 

He felt the walls he built around himself start to crack.

It’s not like he did it on purpose, as a military man it was more of a requirement. And he wasn’t always like this. 

He ran his hands through his hair and sighed. Keep it together, Horacio. He thought to himself. The rampage of his ongoing self-sabotaging thoughts were interrupted by a series of laughs that came from outside his office. He stood up and walked towards the door, he stopped in his tracks when he found you shoving Agent Peña away from you. The laughter that came out of you was angelical to him. 

Peña, Murphy, and Trujillo looked up at the Colonel, and immediately quieted down. At the sudden change in atmosphere, you turned and followed their gaze and found none other than the Colonel looking at all of you. 

“Carrillo, we were just going to go out for some drinks. Care to join us?” Asked Murphy. 

The Colonel politely declined the offer but wished them a good time. He saw as all three men walked away, waving their goodbyes to you. You turned to settle back into your chair and looked up at the Colonel. 

“You’re not going to join them?” He asked you curiously.

“No, I’m okay. Not really in the mood to join them. I spend enough time with them as it is,” you smiled at him.

He couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling that engulfed him at seeing you smile directly at him. 

He nodded. 

“Shouldn’t you be going home, then?” He asked you once again.

You shook your head. Sure, it could be the weekend and all but you knew if you went home it’d just be a long episode of absolute boredom. Maybe you’d consider joining your friends for a drink.

“Very well then,” he said to you. With a small turn he went back into his office and sat on his chair.

Fuck. He thought. Had you really just smiled at him? He felt like an idiot. He felt like a teenage boy all over again when their crush would spare a glance at their direction.  Keep it together, Horacio. For fuck’s sake. 

He didn’t know long he stayed that way. His face burrowed in his hands. His elbows deeply planted on the surface of his desk. His tormenting thoughts were back. 

Good for nothing. You couldn't even take down Escobar, yourself. The whole nation calls you a hero but that’s not who you actually are. Murderer. Colonel Martinez is ten times better a man than you are, pendejo. You should've died that day. Trujillo should've left you to die--

His body gently started to shake as he remembered Pablo looming above his body. Darkness started to surround him. The agonizing piercing pain of the first bullet Pablo shot at his body. He remembers he didn’t even make a sound when the bullet entered him. He couldn’t give Escobar the satisfaction. 

A knock at his door snapped him out of it.

He looked up to find you, eyes full of concern for him. 

“Everything okay, Colonel?” you asked him. Your tone barely above a whisper. 

He stayed silent as he averted his eyes to his lap. He tried to breathe, but he felt as if he were frozen, under the ice. No matter how hard he hit the layer of ice he was trapped under, it wouldn’t break and he was about to drown. He tried taking another breath, but the oxygen wouldn’t reach his lungs. He slowly started to get pulled deeper and deeper into the depths of the unforgiving arctic, not knowing if he’d ever make it back.

He suddenly felt tears stain his cheeks. The cracks of the walls started to get bigger and bigger, and he knew he was at his breaking point. 

At the sight of the poor man before you, you rushed to his side. You didn’t know what to do. You didn’t know what was acceptable to do. Surely your eyes were playing tricks with you. The rigid man you always knew was shattering before you. So you did what you’d never thought you’d ever do.

You wrapped your arms tightly around him. 

Every single moment after that kept coming as a surprise for you. 

You held him tightly as he sobbed in your arms. His body shook with every gasp he took. You’re not sure how you both ended up on the floor, but the fact of the matter was that he was still in your arms. You were awkwardly sitting with one leg tucked underneath you and the other extended to the side to accommodate the Colonel’s body into yours. You started to stroke his hair and run your fingers through it absentmindedly. Wondering what had brought him to this point. 

Whatever it was you wished you could take it all away. Truth be told you had developed feelings for the man that seemed to not have any. You loved the way he carried himself. Always so full of confidence. You particularly loved that he was such an ass. All because you knew he wasn’t really like that. It was all a show. You just knew there was a playful and gentle man behind the mask of what was Colonel Horacio Carrillo. You knew there was a man worth loving.

You also knew he was married before, so you kept your distance. Always tried keeping it professional. But you’d be a damn liar if you said you wouldn’t go out of your way to make sure the Colonel noticed you. Not in a cringe way, you were slightly younger than him, so you didn’t want to embarrass yourself. Plus, he was married. You weren’t about to become a home wrecker, but the feelings you developed for him weren’t harming anyone but yourself. You could live with that. 

You weren’t an idiot either. You’d sometimes notice the way his gaze would linger on you a little bit longer than other people. The way sometimes he’d use a softer tone with you. The way he’d, although very rarely, would give you the smallest of smiles. This would cause you to go home at the end of the night and smile to yourself like a teenage girl while you attempted to sleep. Maybe it was all in your head, but it made going to work worthwhile. 

As the Colonel slowly came back to his senses, he started to pull himself away from you. He gave you an apologetic look that shattered your heart. It’s okay, you wanted to tell him, I got you.

“I am sorry, agent. I do not know what came over me,” he said as he wiped his nose. Gosh, he felt so stupid. A broken man that was falling apart in the arms of the person who was not supposed to see this side of him.

“No se disculpe, coronel. No hay por qué pedir perdón,” you told him with the softest tone you could muster. You were saying the truth though, there was absolutely no reason for him to apologize. He had done nothing wrong.

Carrillo had once heard that people expressed their feelings better in a different language than their mother tongue. This was due to the fact another language served as a distraction from their actual feelings. So although you were both fluent in Spanish, he felt safer communicating with you in english. If he would’ve been within his five senses, he would’ve started questioning you about the language you replied to him in. 

Horacio took a deep breath and felt the oxygen reach his lungs this time. Your scent filled his system and he felt like he had broken through the ice that trapped him. His head was above the water now.

You both stayed sitting on the floor, at this point you decided to cross your legs and get into a more comfortable position across from him. He sat with his back against the drawers of his desk, his feet planted on the floor and his knees bent. He ran his hands up and down the expanse of his legs slowly, as if he were trying to comfort himself. 

“I am going to be honest with you, agent. I have not been well. I know there’s been… talk. About me, about what happened to me after Escobar, about my life,” he sighed and tried to think of the point he wanted to make, if there was even one. Truth be told, if you had already seen him cry, hell, what else could he lose by sharing a bit of what was on his mind. “My wife left me after I woke up from… the aftermath. I do not blame her, I hold no negative feelings towards her. But I have found myself in a position that I did not prepare for. The days get shorter and the nights get longer..”

You gave him a small nod to indicate that you were listening to him. Gosh, you could listen to him even if there were a million people around you talking all at once. Only him. 

“... Time has passed and everyone except me has changed. I–I am lonely to the point of pain,” he continued. His voice is slow and soft, but the unsteadiness in it was hard to miss.

You took in a deep breath and looked around you, trying to find the right words to say. Trying to find the perfect words for him, because you truly believed if this man asked you for the world right now, you’d find a way to get him the damn universe. 

“I can’t say I understand what you’re going through, Colonel–”

“Horacio,” he interrupted you, “please call me Horacio.”

You gave him a gentle smile before continuing, “Horacio. I can’t say I understand what you’re going through because I have never gone through that myself. However, I can understand your loneliness. But the thing is,” you threaded lightly, because you still didn’t know what was acceptable in this situation, “you don’t have to be. Look, I know it’s hard and all but you somewhat have a second family here. Agent Peña, Agent Murphy, your soldiers… me.”

Horacio Carrillo felt a jolt of electricity run through his body as you looked at him. Truly looked at him. Your own intense eyes focusing on his own. He felt you were a storm. A storm with the darkest of skies and the heaviest of rains that could somehow lullaby him into the most relaxing sleep of his life. 

“Did Martinez… was he a good leader?” he asked, tears once again threatening to fill his eyes.

You let out a soft laugh and looked at your legs. Was he questioning the leadership style of Colonel Martinez because he was… insecure? Was Colonel Horacio Carrillo, the daring leader everyone came to know, insecure? Was he really comparing himself to Martinez?

“Colonel Martinez was good. A very respectable man. But,” you looked back up to him and scooted a bit closer to him, “he wasn’t you. I don’t think there’s any man in the world that would be able to fill your shoes.” You weren’t referring to the previous Colonel’s leadership style. No, this was personal.

He scoffed softly and rolled his eyes. He didn’t mean to do this in a rude way, but he felt you were just saying this out of pity. 

“I am just a fraction of the man Hugo Martinez is,” he said coldly. 

“This isn’t about who’s a bigger or better man, Horacio. Sure, under Martinez’s leadership we were able to bring down Pablo. But at the end of the day, you were the one that haunted Escobar’s dreams. You led one of Colombia’s most important unit. Colonel Martinez continued what you started,” you grabbed his face in your hands and let your thumbs stroke his cheeks. The rough feeling of the stubble that was beginning to grow under your fingers. “Did you hear that? What you, Horacio Carrillo, started.”

“I did terrible things that he never even had to do,” he protested.

“We all did, my dear. But we all did what we had to do in order to survive.”

My dear. That alone blew away the brewing tempest that was forming his mind. He nodded in your hands and swallowed the tightness he felt in his throat.

You pulled your hands away from his face and stood up, extending one of your hands to him to pull him back to his feet. He wanted to chuckle at that. You, smaller than him in size, wanted to bring him back to his feet. He ended up taking your hand but didn’t put any of his weight on you as he rose to stand.

“Come with me. Let’s go think of something else,” you smiled brightly up at him. A full smile that reached your eyes and hinted at a bit of mischief that somehow put him at ease.

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You had convinced him to climb in your car without saying where you were taking him. He didn’t mind though, he trusted you with his life. You’d been by his side during some of the most dangerous moments of his life, what would make him think you’d want to hurt him.

Nearing your destination, you instructed him to close his eyes. He obeyed without having to ask him twice. He was starting to come to the realization that he quite enjoyed following your commands. His mind started to wonder to more pleasant situations as you drove. How would it feel for you to give him simple domestic commands? For you to tell him to do the dishes… to let you cook in peace… to give you one more kiss before he left for work. He snapped out of it before his mind decided to wander off too far. He felt the car come to a complete stop and heard you change gears to park. 

“Keep them closed, okay?” you instructed him once again and he gave you a nod, the smallest hint of a smile starting to form on his face.

You got out of the driver’s seat and rushed to his side to open the door. You told him he could come out and held the door open for him as he undid his seatbelt and got out slowly. Once he was completely out of the car, you closed the door and took a deep breath.

“Alright, should I cover your eyes or guide you with my hands?” 

He raised an eyebrow and started to grow suspicious. What could you possibly be hiding from him? He wasn’t going to give up the chance to have close contact with you though, even if it was just the feeling of his hand in yours.

He didn’t reply, instead he just extended his hand out to you. You smiled to yourself at the motion, immediately reaching out to hold his hand before you started to walk forward at a careful pace so he wouldn’t trip.

Horacio had lived most, if not all, of his life in Colombia. The cold weather didn’t faze him, hell, he was in the military and they had to endure rigid temperatures as part of their training. However, today in particular was cold. He wasn’t sure if it was because he had unconsciously lowered his defenses while he was with you, but the cold was starting to get to him. Even with his jacket on, he still felt the chill in the air as you guided him through wherever it was you took him to. His mind going haywire between the stark difference of the crisp weather and your warm hand holding his. 

He heard the distant sound of children laughing, families calling out for their kids, conversations here and there, cars passing by. His suspicion grew by the second as he followed you, his eyes still closed when you came to a stop. 

“Okay Horacio, you can open your eyes now.”

At your command, he opened his eyes and looked around, his sight trying to adjust to the environment around him. You’d taken him to a local plaza, a tourist-y area adorned and decorated with Christmas lights on every surface. There were lights wrapped around the trunks of the trees, lights hanging from the branches that swayed with the wind, lights resting on top of some small and well-kept bushes, lights that paved the way to the different directions of the plaza. Colorful lights everywhere. 

“Ta-da!” you exclaimed, a bright smile on your face as you looked at him, waiting for a reaction.

He tried to take it all in, kept looking around before focusing on you. He saw the way you smiled at him, a hopeful expression in your eyes almost as if asking, do you like it?

He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before taking a deep breath. He didn’t have time to think before he wrapped his arms around you this time, his lips resting against the soft skin of your forehead. 

“Thank you,” he whispered against your skin. A million words he wanted to say but couldn’t. Thank you for not letting me fall apart. Thank you for not letting me drown. 

You closed your eyes as you returned the embrace. Wishing that, somehow, you could make him feel the love (that you’d been trying to bury deep down) through this simple act. Wishing that, maybe one day, you’d be able to tell him that if he were drowning you’d drain the whole ocean for him. Only for him.

#colonel carrillo x reader #horacio carrillo x reader #colonel carrillo #horacio carrillo #horacio carrillo x you #horacio carrillo imagine #Horacio carrillo fic #colonel carrillo imagine #colonel carrillo fic #narcos fic #narcos #goodnitedrdead writes #self indulgence babey #maurice compte

[turboghast]

While playing Devil Survivor, the battery icon of the hero's COMP dropping over the course of day before and day 1 started bothering me before it became an explicit plot point that the protagonists need to find a charger to the point that I actually clicked the home button to check that my 3DS wasn't low on charge.

#3ds #shin megami tensei #devil survivor #smt

[webbyghost]

So, I've been listening to the Jigsquad Pod, in which they discuss how the first Saw film had a very urban legend tone to the story (which. I love. Love. LOVE.) that isn't present in the rest of the franchise. And as someone who has a particular fondness for both found footage and mockumentary style horror, (and having just finished Butterfly Kisses) I thought of something.

I would have absolutely LOVED a mockumentary style movie set before the events of Saw 2, with some film crew going out to try to verify the truth of the Jigsaw killer story. Maybe even set before Adam and Lawrence's game, you know? Before Jigsaw ever made it to the news, like after his first couple of games, when he's just a whisper, a rumor, a boogeyman you tell your friends about.

Some young punks with cameras going out to try to find him, or try to find anyone willing to talk about him. (Hilarious thought- they actually interview either John or Jill who either A. Dismiss the concept or B. Warn them about knocking on enough doors looking for the Devil) And of course eventually they wind up playing their own game. Maybe they're rude to John/Jill/whoever, maybe they just get a step too close to finding out the truth.

It would be a vastly different kind of movie, with them not ending up stuck in a trap like the majority of the victims, but rather like Zepp's game- they have to complete difficult challenges all on camera or they die. The challenges would have to be painful, personal, and they'd have to keep filming or they automatically fail. Maybe the cameraman's challenge is to keep filming, stay on his side of the camera, not allowed to help no matter how much his friends beg?

Cause of death could be poison again, but I rather like the idea of the ending being one of them left, has just barely failed the challenge, and they set the camera down or something, walking off screen, and the last thing we see is either someone in a pig mask following them incredibly closely (think that extremely good scene in the Exorcist 3 with the nurse) OR the camera is picked up and follows the survivor- cut to black or have them turn around and scream, either way could work if done right. Gotta have the iconic game over though, either way.

I don't know how to end this post except to say I want less cop-centric entries into the Sawniverse.

#saw franchise #saw movies #idk if this would even appeal to anyone else #i would have loved it if they'd leaned more into the boogeyman portrayal of john and his piglets tbh #'you better appreciate life or he'll get you' and 'don't go looking for him unless you're sure you want to find him' as twin core tenets #no more cop stories i'm tired of cop stories

[elevenwav]

Shin Megami Tensei IV has my favorite videogame soundtrack of all time

Heavy Spoilers for Shin Megami Tensei IV ahead, proceed only if you have beat the game.

"hi! this essay was in my draft for almost an year left unfinished so......I decided to post it without finishing it completely because I think it's pretty good and I want people to see it already lol. I may write a continuation for this analysis in the future bc I still want to conclude my thoughts but for now I hope u like it!" -elise realizing she left this in her drafts

It was long overdue that I wanted to talk about the music in this game.

Shin Megami Tensei IV’s soundtrack was a huge surprise to me – such as the game itself. It is initially presented as a more medieval-like world, set in the Eastern Kingdom of Mikado, which it didn’t bother me initially, just didn’t surprised me at first glance – but when its true colors started to show up – I realized it was something special. It borrows from my particular impressions, I didn’t pay attention to the music initially, such as the ‘Main Theme’, and ‘Premonition’, only noticing about the more fitting tracks for the medieval world, such as ‘Aquila Statue Plaza’ and ‘K’s Tavern’. Although ‘Self’ was able to make me immersed on the intro sequence, but not exactly foreshadowing the iconic and unique mixture of futuristic technology with the occult aesthetic that the series is known for – and what I would find out about just later. My experience with the MegaTen series until that point was Persona 3, Persona 4, and a little bit of Devil Survivor – and as much as these games has some of its dark moments – Shin Megami Tensei IV surprised me, because I honestly didn’t knew anything about that game and mainline SMT in general, I wasn’t that much aware about the setting and aesthetic – I only knew about the Order and Chaos philosophical conflict. I was initially playing the game as just one more regular medieval RPG – that unawareness really helped me to being immersed on what would come after.

The musical tension of facing a Boss

The end of the first chapter with Issachar and the Minotaur shown me the first impression of one of its unique aspects; the Boss Themes. Both Battle B1, the Mid-Boss Theme, and Battle B2, the Major-Boss Theme, just caught me completely off-guard, feeling dangerous, futuristic sounding-like, and at first glance; uncomfortable. Most things until that point presented the game with a specific aesthetic, and then had a tonal shift for me. As much as the game foreshadowed its more futuristic tech-based stuff, such as the AI Burroughs, I didn’t actually realized it, the game still didn’t caught my attention that much yet. When I listened to Battle B1 – I was, no joke – SUPER scared, as much as this sounds funny. The tone of the story at this point was already making me realize its true colors, I was completely set on the mood, so when the revelation of Issachar happened, I was feeling so, SO uncomfortable, and I loved it. At the time, I was playing the game on my Nintendo 3DS at a bus trip, at 3AM with everyone sleeping, everything but my 3DS’ screen was pitch black, and my headphones on a fairly good volume.

As much as I liked the regular battle themes, Battle B1 had a lot of elements that were able to perfectly fit the atmosphere of facing a demonic entity, and, in that specifically on that moment, someone that was once your best friend. The song is composed on a minor key, associated with melancholy, sorrow, but in that case, danger and urgency. The instrument that composes the melody on the intro is a Chime, in a fairly low octave, which is something not expected when using this instrument, making it sound eerie and uncanny. Right after followed by a saw-wave synthesizer on the main melody, the synth itself isn’t uncanny, but yet fierce, the melody itself ends up takes the role on making it sound imposing and eerie. Then a 303 sounding-like Synth steals the show on the main melody, people often call it ‘boing-boing’, which is quite fitting for how it sounds, that sound makes the song feel otherworldly, and again, really uncanny. The very last section takes everything back to the saw-wave synth, but now on a very slow, but imposing chord. Then the loop ends.

It has lots of things that I love about music, such as heavily Synth-based instruments, evoking both a retro style and a really amazing ambience to the streets of that post-apocalyptic Tokyo. With that said, what I loved the most about that soundtrack is that it had such a consistent identity of its own, with at the same time being so diverse, it manages to be both catchy, and musically complex in a way that I really admire, with simple compositions, but really creative and unique arrangements, made with a very wide range of different Synths and electronic instruments in general.

CONTINUES IN PART 2.......SOMEDAY........I GUESS...........SORRY

#shin megami tensei #smt iv #musical analysis #music analysis #essay #from my drafts #trans musician #trans artist #japanese music #videogame music #vgm #ost #music breakdown #shin megami tensei iv #elevenwav #ryota kozuka #music #gaming #smt

[drag0n-dreamer]

Oh boy here we go first post

A lot of the fandom tends to reduce Rhaenyra down to very base traits/very two dimensional characterization and it pisses me the FUCK off

She is not perfect/infallible, she’s also not the fucking devil. She’s a flawed, compelling protagonist, she’s not meant to be “good”, she’s NOT A HERO!!! That’s not the point of the story!!! This is not a story about heroes and villains! It’s about people! Living under a deeply fucking oppressive and misogynistic and classist and destructive system of power that destroys families and lives.

Putting Rhaenyra on a pedestal does not make you a “feminist icon”, and most criticism of her is not misogynistic! In the same breath, putting her down and venerating Alicent ALSO does not make you morally superior!!

(The only “criticism” I will say is misogynistic in nature is any form of slut shaming? That reeks of internalized misogyny and you should probably examine that)

You make Rhaenyra so much less compelling of a character when you reduce her to “entirely right” or “entirely wrong”, you loose the inherent tragedy and also strength of her character.

We are supposed to be viewing the story through our current, modern lense, to recognize how backwards and messed up the society the characters have to exist in IS! Not perpetuate the same kind of ideology??

Anyways I’m gonna try to break these ideas up into multiple posts and not just one giant rant.

Rhaenyra Targaryen is one of my favorite characters from any media ever but not for the reasons everyone else seems to have her as a fav? They genuinely seem to be closer to the reasons that the people who hate her, hate her. She’s a wonderful protagonist, a really complicated woman, and a fascinating person to watch. She’s not a hero, she’s an ambitious survivor who wants what she’s been raised to believe she’s owed, and she’s also a mother so humanly driven by grief. Stop stripping away what makes her character so interesting!!!!!!!

#Rhaenyra is such a fascinating character and examining her reasons for her decisions shows so much depth to her character #stop boiling it down to right and wrong you loose all the nuance in the narrative #these aren’t decisions these women should be having to make in the first place! #that’s the tragedy of it! #this entire show is about oppressive systems of power #and the people they destroy #it’s not about good and evil #some people make me wanna eat glass dude I stg #rhaenyra targaryen #hotd #house of the dragon #team black #Rhaenyra #Targaryen #house targaryen #hotd posting #my post #media analysis

[bodypositivemitsurizine]

[ID: Two primarily pink Guest Contributor Spotlight graphics. The first image has a profile picture framed by roses. It holds a cropping of one of the female survivalist portraits from Etrian Odyssey. she has long blonde hair, an eyepatch, a brown hat with a feather, and is holding a bow and arrow towards the viewer. There is text that reads "eden, she/they, and artist/merch artist." Next to the tumblr icon is "@/howtodigatrench." Next to the instagram icon is "@/howtodigatrench." There is a pink box that reads "a little obsessed with paper cranes and hanafuda (tangentially related to kny)" At the bottom, there is a thin pink ribbon with links to the twitter (BPMitsuriZine) and tumblr (bodypositivemitsurizine).

The second image has the creator's best work. In the corner, Mitsuri Kanroji is drawn in the Animal Crossing style, holding a peach-patterned umbrella. At the bottom, there is a thin pink ribbon with links to the twitter (BPMitsuriZine) and tumblr (bodypositivemitsurizine). The creator's best work is an illustration of Alcor from Devil Survivor 2. they have medium skin with vitiligo visible on their face, arms, and back. they have medium length white hair, and are wearing an open-back black vest and red collared shirt, black and red striped pants and gloves, and boots with glass heels. the background is a card design with a star chart in a large circle, and the japanese characters for Alcor in two smaller circles. End ID.]

♡ CONTRIBUTOR SPOTLIGHT - EDEN ♡

[Plain Text: Contributor Spotlight - Eden.]

Please welcome Eden to the zine team!

#kny #Kimetsu no Yaiba #demon slayer #mitsuri kanroji #kny zine #Fanzine #anime zine #digital only zine #free zine #contributor spotlight #howtodigatrench #inkkiiro

[paperanddice]

This creature is a counterpart to the knight of strife and joy, though none are completely sure which came first. A popular theory by those who think the Janus monsters are artificially manifested dreams is that the knight of pain and sorrow was dreamed up first, then the mysterious faction behind Janus developed their knight as a response. Others think that the knight of pain and sorrow is a natural dreamed counter to the knight of strife and joy. If other reflections of Janus dreams appear, then perhaps the second theory will gain additional support.

The armor and shield of the knight of pain and sorrow are as much part of the creature's body as the other knight, removing the armor being essentially impossible without skinning the creature. The difference is that its shield can split into two separate parts, and it has no mind of its own. This shield just mindlessly chews and bites, teeth clashing and grinding constantly even if the knight isn't in battle. Combat merely consists of the knight attempting to put an enemy in the way of this mouth, which latches on and tries to devour anything it catches. This knight is inspired to constantly bring pain and sorrow to others, a horrendous concept. It will aim to kill some foes, but leave others alive and merely injured, to better ensure the survivors are marked by the pain of their loss.

Outside of Dreamblade, this creature is very likely a fiend, probably a devil. The shields could be forged out of damned souls, shaped into weapons to help the fiend gather more souls to Hell. For 13th Age it could be a demon or a demon bound agent of a demonic Icon. Originally from the Dreamblade base set. This post came out a week ago on my Patreon. If you want to get access to all my monster conversions early, as well as access to my premade adventures and other material I’m working on, consider backing me there!

5th Edition

The knight's casting of hideous laughter is better suited to leave the target incapacitated with sobbing rather than laughter, a simple enough refluff. It also prefers the sickened effect of eyebite, even if it's technically a bit less optimal than the others.

Knight of Pain and Sorrow Medium aberration, unaligned Armor Class 20 (plate, shield) Hit Points 85 (10d8 + 40) Speed 30 ft. Str 17 (+3) Dex 12 (+1) Con 19 (+4) Int 10 (+0) Wis 13 (+1) Cha 15 (+2) Skills Intimidation +5 Senses passive Perception 11 Languages any two languages Challenge 5 (1800 XP) Nullify Valor. Creatures within 30 feet of the knight have disadvantage on saving throws against being frightened. Creatures immune to being frightened lose that immunity, but do not have disadvantage on saves. Occupied Shield. If the knight grapples two creatures, its AC decreases to 18. Actions Multiattack. The knight makes two Shield Bite attacks, or it makes one Shield Bite attack and casts one spell using its Spellcasting. Shield Bite. Melee Weapon Attack: +6 to hit, reach 5 ft., one target. Hit: 17 (4d6+3) piercing damage and the target is grappled (escape DC 14). Until the grapple ends, the knight has advantage on attack rolls against the target. The knight has two shields, each of which can grapple one target. If the knight uses a shield that's grappling a target to attack a different target, that grapple ends. Spellcasting. The knight casts one of the following spells, requiring no material components and using Charisma as the spellcasting ability (spell save DC 13): At will: bane, hideous laughter 1/day each: bestow curse, eyebite

13th Age

Knight of Pain and Sorrow  4th level wrecker [aberration]  Initiative: +7 Biting Shield +9 vs. AC - 10 damage. Natural 16+: The knight grabs the target. Until the grab ends, the target takes 8 damage at the start of each of the knight’s turns. The grab ends if the knight attacks another enemy. Inflict Pain and Sorrow +9 vs. MD - 8 ongoing psychic damage and the target is weakened (save ends). Limited Use: The knight can only use this attack when the escalation die is odd. Nullify Valor: While engaged with the knight, enemies that have 18 hp or fewer take a -5 penalty to saving throws. AC 21 PD 18 MD 15 HP 48

#D&D #dnd #dungeons and dragons #5th edition #13th age #homebrew #my homebrew #monster #aberration #dreamblade #dnd cr 5 #13th age level 4 #long post

[unkownknowledge]

Omw home, so gonna start typing out the doom au

GENSHIN AU: PAIMON ETERNAL

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Origins of the travelers

In this wu the travelers were gods of an interdimensional race of nomads traveling via a world ship called dragon spear, this ship was a spear tip shaped ship that traveled between dimension until they reached teyvat in which the unknown gods caused the ship to crash into teyvat and pierce the world. This lead to their fight and sealing by the god.

The reason for this action was to further her goal of manipulating the leading faction of celestia, known as the makyrs, to bring hell to their dimension.

Speaking of celestia:

When the world ship crashed it created dragonspine, while also introducing celestia to the idea of other worlds. After trading knowledge of teyvat to the inhabitants for information of other worlds celestia soon learned of hell, and subsequently decided to begin siphoning energy from it in order to make Visions easier to produce.

A seraphim, the second largest faction in celestia, named Dorian saw this and decided to both protect teyvat from hell's inevitable invasion and further their own power hungry goals. And so Dorian created 14 artifacts: 7 suits of doom, one for each element that would be shaped to their wearer, and the 7 gnosis. And thus he begun the archon war to get the 7 strongest gods on his side.

But the makyrs, who wanted to use hell energy to a greater extent, exploited this by making the archons destroy Khaen'ria. The archons had no choice but to comply, especially since the makyrs made it appear as though Dorian gave the order. The makyrs then made the entire nation of Khaen'ria into a super gore nest, a hub portal for hell to enter through and take over the region, certain that their protection would hold.

The makyrs got even better than just sowing distrust between Dorian and the archons, or even gaining more hell energy to siphon into making themselves stronger, but also two arcgons doing their bidding for them:

The anemo archon Barbatos, overwhelm with rage at having to commit such an atrocity, and for the division it caused him and his wife the Tsarista, and for being forced to kill his own son, killed Dorian in cold blood before stuffing his soul into his corpse, leaving it to rot impaled on the tip of dragonspine.

And the cryo archon, who watched her beloved Barbatos shoot their adoptive child, a Khaen'rian named Himmel after the anemo archon's dead friend no less, dead with ten arrows. She went to the devil and offered him half or schneznaya to bring her child back, while the deal was completed to the letter, the child was raised not as the kind and inquisitive person he was but instead as the icon of sin. A giant titan demon that the makyrs took as a massive generator to bring celestia into the heavens and reach further to true godhood.

A thousand years pass and the geo archon Morax creates the yaksha sentinels using the technology of the dragonspine nomads to make cyborg adepti capable of fighting off the demons that leak out of Khaen'ria and schneznaya. Unfortunately their systems are corrupted by the makyrs to allow hell to seep into them and corrupt their minds. The only survivor of this slow genocide is the adeptus Xiao due to missing a single component during his cyberization. He later founds the exorcist to combat the demons where he can't.

Many centuries later a woman named Alice finds the body of Dorian and creates three homonculi:

One with the soul, who names themselves Dorian and is sealed by Alice to prevent him from continuing his evil plan to make a power vacuum in celestia so they can take over.

One with the heart, named Albedo by Alice who goes on to become her progidy until she disappears and he loses memory of her.

And finally one made with the mind, who was lost in an avalanche at birth and found by a poor liyu family who named her Ninnguang. She is one day tricked by a dying Dorian to save him and begin extracting hell energy from the moon.

As for the travelers, they are the gods of doom, who use the concept of entropy to bring doom to those who would harm their people and friends.

And Paimon is the last remnant of God's consciousness, the last vestige of the creator of all in the universe of Teyvat in the form of a child unaware of her power but with almost all the knowledge.

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That's all I have for it now, what do y'all think? @pj-was-here @bardisipatos @gunterdon

#genshin impact #genshin au #doom #doom eternal

[gaogaigoatgrrl]

btw, here's an updated list of ttrpg projects i either have on the backburner or am working on in some way:

wheel breaker

this is kinda my main project rn, it's a game about martial arts and intrigue in a fantasy setting largely derived from various buddhist concepts. it is metaphysically buddhist but politically anarchist, as a direct result of my efforts to work through various apparent contradictions at the intersection of those belief systems. hopefully these internal tensions will give it spice!

it's built on a chassis loosely resembling pbta (most of these systems are), but it also has a dice bank system lifted from the japanese game kamigakari, and it's a bit gamier. it largely runs on the conceit that combat and dialogue are extensions of each other

it's kinda my effort to take things i like about systems like exalted and streamline them into something more playable, but it's also kind of a release valve so i don't infodump about buddhist stuff all the time. i do infodump to my friends and partners about the game itself, though, so ymmv on the effectiveness of that

cassette

cassette is supposed to be a horror game, influenced by films like videodrome and tetsuo: the iron man

it's supposed to be focusing on body horror, psychological horror, transformation, madness, and postmodern anxieties, but i'm a little uncertain of what direction exactly to take it in, so i'm putting it on the backburner for now

mechanically a lot of my ideas for it stem from my dissatisfaction with sanity mechanics in other games. i think modeling a character's mental state can be a really cool thing to do but if you want to do it well you kinda have to build the whole system around that purpose, and as someone with various mental health issues, the whole concept of mental hit points that make you roll on a table of dsm entries when you take damage really rubs me the wrong way

iron oracle

this is a mecha game. player characters are pilots with psychic powers, i haven't figured out much about the lore yet but the more i think about it the more i think i kinda wanna make it the anti-lancer. defend your planet from being re-colonized by the now-unrecognizable space empire that left it to its own devices centuries ago

mechanically i think a lot of what i want to do with this system is... i look at lancer and icon, and the way those systems have two separate modes of play for narrative and combat, and i do think that's a really cool design innovation with lots of benefits but also i see it and i want to immediately fuck with it by blurring those lines. part of my mindset here is "there are distinct benefits to having two separate modes of play, how can i smash that wall while keeping the benefits?" it's a personal design challenge

devil hunter: summoning software survivor

this is a reboot of an old project i was working on for years, called sword-swingin sworcery. originally it was my attempt at making a character action game in ttrpg form, so its setting and lore were very devil may cry-influenced, which i eventually tried spicing up by adding some shin megami tensei. it was a bloated mess, but the setting concept is still one that i want to work with

mechanically, i'm drastically simplifying from the system i had before, but this is another experiment in having a narrative/combat divide while bridging the gap. player characters fight using summoned demons, so they effectively have entirely separate stats and mechanics for combat. but there's interplay with their narrative mechanics, since there are several resources in narrative play that can also be used in combat. it's also an experiment in designing a gamier combat system that heavily focuses on things like damage types!

hell city hustle: a delinquent rpg

this is my newest project. a while back i was thinking "what if i took the general framework for social/combat mechanics in wheel breaker and put them in a totally mundane modern setting?" and then i realized that this would pretty much just be a beat-em-up rpg and i got excited. i extrapolated from that and now i'm making a game about being delinquents in a city full of wacky themed gangs like in the warriors

mechanically this is keeping the dice bank system from wheel breaker but now they're called heat dice. the dev soundtrack is just "double dragon neon ost - glad i am" on loop

[heavenboy09]

10 Years Ago Today, On March 5, 2013

1 Of The Greatest Survivors / The Greatest BadAss Female Archeologist Of All Times .

The Most Amazing Vidoegame Character / Female Heroine was

REBORN

But This is Not The Same Story You All Know

Her origins began in the United Kingdom 🇬🇧 Of London.  Her Home is in London and Her Legacy continues throughout London and The Entire World 🌎.

Her adventurous journeys of Finding Lost Relics and Overcoming Extremely Dangerous Obstacles and Perils of Wit and Cunning.

But Now Her Story Is Reborn

Stranded On A Mysterious & Dangerous Island Off The Coast Of Japan 🇯🇵

A Legendary Island Known As YAMATAI

HIDDEN IN THE CENTER OF THE MOST DANGEROUS WATERS KNOWN TO MAN On EARTH

THE DEVIL'S TRIANGLE 🔺️ 😈

HER CREW MATES & TEAM MEMBERS OF THE VOYAGER EXPEDITION. THE ENDURANCE ARE HELD CAPTIVE BY MILITANT FORCES & A DARK FORCE PLAGUES THE ISLAND & ALL OF THE WEATHER PHENOMENON THAT OCCURS ON IT.

This Young Bright & Now Brave Woman Must Find A Way Off This Cursed Island Of Mystery & Death That Has Plagued People for Nearly Half Of A Century

To Do That.

She Will Have To Overcome A Entire Band Of Way Trained Killers & Hardened Criminals who Worship A Long Lost Deity who controls everything on this Island 🏝

She Will Have To Muster Up The Courage To Do All That Is Of Need Of Her In These Hours Of SURVIVAL

STRENGTH 💪

INTELLIGENCE 👓

CUNNING 🏹

ATHLETIC 👟

FIERCE 😠

SEEKER OF KNOWLEDGE AND TRUTH ⚖

AND ABOVE ALL

A SURVIVOR WHO IS WILLING TO OVERCOME THE GREATEST OBSTACLES NO WOMAN WILL EVER ENDURE IN LIFE ITSELF

BUT HER

SHE IS ABOVE ALL ELSE. A FORCE TO BE RECKONED WITH.

THIS IS HER STORY AND HER LEGACY WAS REBORN ON THIS VERY DAY.

BASED ON THE ICONIC FEMALE VIDEOGAME CHARACTER OF ALL TIMES.

FROM CRYSTAL DYNAMICS, EIDOS INTERACTIVE

&

SQUARE ENIX

COMES THE NEXT CHAPTER OF A NEW LEGEND IN THE MAKING

A SURVIVOR IS REBORN

HAPPY 10TH ANNIVERSARY TO CRYSTAL DYNAMICS & EIDOS INTERACTIVE'S

TOMB RAIDER 🏹

A LEGEND IS BORN

#tombraider #laracroft #Spotify

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* 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐄𝐒 a canon divergent / headcanon based WANDA MAXIMOFF from the marvel cinematic universe. warped by moe.

𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚁𝙾𝙳𝚄𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. my name is moe (she/her) twenty-three. I am black and cherokee indian.

𝙲𝚁𝙴𝙳𝙸𝚃𝚂. the icon border can be found here and the psd can be found here.

𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃𝚂. wandavision | wanda | the scarlet witch

𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻. headcanon rewrite ||. visuals: one & two

𝚆𝚁𝙸𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚂𝚃𝚈𝙻𝙴. my style of writing will vary throughout my storytelling on this blog but what will remain is the icons and small text. My mutuals are not required to use icons with their replies or even match my choice of text size -- all I ask is to make the replies easy to read and understand.

𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚁𝙰𝚈𝙰𝙻. Wanda "Mishka" Maximov is the scarlet witch of Earth-19999. Polish is her native language and she is a white european. There will be a heavy dose of rewriting in my canon and that features a rewatch through all of MCU wanda's film / show media along with more in depth headcanon && meta posts. While I will be drawing some inspiration from the comics -- my interpretation of MCU Wanda doesn't represent 616!Wanda (Romani-Jewish) for several reasons (more specifically, because of their races and MCU Wanda's very flawed writing in AOU and Wandavision, I choose to keep them separate) and for the record, I'm in no shape or form a STAN of MCU Wanda or Elizabeth Olsen.

𝙼𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚃𝙴𝙽𝚃. this blog will feature dark and triggering content not suitable for anyone under the age of eighteen or anyone easily triggered. The following content goes as said: blood rituals, ritualistic cannibalism, cults and survivor trauma, body horror, gore, occultism, demonology, witchcraft, psychological horror, pregnancy (still births, miscarriages, postpartum depression, etc), child / animal death, murder, decomposition, insects (maggots, arachnophobia, etc). Trypophobia, Scopophobia,

𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶. I don't always follow everyone back, it's absolutely nothing personal. I just don't see how our muses could interact. If you want to plot with me please come with an idea of some kind -- otherwise I won't be interested.

𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙾𝙻𝙻𝙾𝚆𝙸𝙽𝙶. I usually soft block if I don't want to follow someone anymore or they make me uncomfortable. The same is applied for me, block me if I make you uncomfortable or you don't have an interest in following me anymore, there won't be any hard feelings.

COMMUNICATION. That being said however, I am a strong advocate for communicating with my partners. You need to tell me upfront if I've done something that made you uncomfortable. Otherwise, I won't know and therefore can't correct myself or maturely address the issue.

CONVERSION TO JUDAISM. I have reached out to actual Jewish people on discord via a secular jewish discord and had a couple of questions to ask. Their input was an incredible help ( they recommended it be more of an independent journey first before taking a big step into conversion with a Rabbi which that time varies from person to person ) in regards to things like Noachide and Musar that needed to be read and understood first. Here and Here are the website resources I'll be reading through. Book recommendations are also welcome whether it's fiction or non-fiction.

READING LIST: Rishonim, Acharonim. Shaarei Teshuvah (Gates of Repentance), The Devil's Arithmetic

#mcu roleplay #indie mcu roleplay #superhero rp #wandavision rp #dsmom roleplay #dsmom rp