#Tempest Watches The Ten Commandments
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The Ten Commandments Re-Watch Part 8
How did Bithia get away with this??
Only one exodus movie has ever addressed this and it was the terrible one with Christian Bale, so it gets no credit.
#Tempest Watches The Ten Commandments#The Ten Commandments#Passover#no it's not suspicious that I pulled this baby out of the water
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Gaz’s Blue Hat Masterlists and introduction! (Please Read Me!)
Hello! I’m Val, or “the hat”. I love the CoD universe and have watched play throughs of most of the games. At the moment, I’m only writing for 141 and possibly other main characters throughout the story.
If you do not have your age in your bio, you’re getting blocked. I’m sorry but this is an 18+ blog. I don’t feel comfortable with minors interacting with my things.
Another thing. I will write rough topics. I’ve struggled with Suicide, Self Harm, Sexual Abuse, Addiction and many other vices. I feel like there (rightfully) is a lot of hesitation to write these topics. However, I find comfort in stories. Of course I’ll put trigger warnings on every piece I do, but I want to let you know that you’re seen and you’re heard.
Final thing and I'll stop my rambling, I promise. I won't tolerate hate here. I do my best to stay educated on things and thus, this is a safe place for people to ask questions and learn about things they might not know about.
Be kind folks.
Key:
💖-Fluff
🪄 -Silly
🩸-Whump
☠️-Angst
❤️🔥-Smut
Series
-Fair Winds and Following Seas- Simon Riley x Reader (Tempest)
Read on Ao3: Here!
Chapter 1: Pilot
Chapter 2: The Winding Road of Introductions
Chapter 3: The Calm Before the Storm
Chapter 4: Speed of Sound (Wip)
Glacial Tides- King!Johnny MacTavish X Siren!Reader
Masterlist Found Here!
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Small Town UA- Hiatus
-Sunflowers and Shotguns (Small Town UA)- Soap x Reader (Lamb) 💖🩸
Welcome
Southern Hospitality
Around the Fences
Air Pressure
Tornado Sirens (Wip)
Toxemia (wip)
-Injections and Ivermectin (Small Town UA)- Ghost X Reader (Tens)💖
Moos Malady
Like Little Railroads
Riley and Riley (Wip)
Concussion (Wip)
CPR (Wip)
Fireplace (Wip)
-Books and Bombshells (Small Town UA)- Gaz x Reader (Keys)
Books Bring Us Together
WPM (Wip)
Dewy Decimal System (Wip)
Movie night (Wip)
Kickstarter (Wip)
Dog-earing (Wip)
-Waves and Warfare (Small Town UA)- Price X Reader (Skip)
Captain to Captain
Come a little closer (Wip)
Kate Kate Kate (Wip)
High Seas (Wip)
Depth Charge (Wip)
Songs of the Deep (Wip)
-TF141 and the WSM- (Small town UA blurbs)
Wear the hat, ride the cowboy 🪄
Beware the Wave Soaked Maidens (Wip)
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Dungeons and Dragons AU (All characters have three parts)
Seeing isn’t everything (Kyle “Gaz” Garrick X F!Reader) (Medusa)
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Songs across Seafoam (Johnny “Soap” MacTavish X F!Reader) (Siren) (Wip) 💖🩸❤️🔥
Pt. 1
Pt. 2
Pt. 3
Shapes in the Mists (Simon “Ghost” Riley X F!Reader) (Changeling) (Wip) 💖☠️❤️🔥
Pt.1
Pt.2
Pt.3
Curls of Smoke and Embers (Captain John Price X F!Reader) (Dragon) (Wip) 💖☠️🩸❤️🔥
Pt.1
Pt.2
Pt.3
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One Shots
Captain John Price
Left Behind ( Wip) 💖🩸
Yours to command ❤️🔥
Wedding ring (blurb)❤️🔥
Cherry stem (blurb) mild❤️🔥
Bad day (blurb) 💖
Simon “Ghost” Riley
Potent Poisons and Precious Passions (Fem!Reader) 💖❤️🔥
Loving Something So Broken (Gn!Reader)☠️💖
Forged in Blood, Bonded by Steel (wip) 💖❤️🔥
Hearts Do Mend ☠️💖 (Slight❤️🔥)
Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️🔥
Tags (Blurb) ❤️🔥
Bad day (Blurb) 💖
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish
Whispers in the Night (Wip) 💖❤️🔥
Domestic Bliss (wip) ❤️🔥💖
Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️🔥
Desperate (Blurb) ❤️🔥
Bad Day (Blurb) 💖
Talking you Through it (Blurb) (Capt. MacTavish) ❤️🔥
Headboard (Blurb) (Capt. MacTavish) ❤️🔥
Kyle “Gaz” Garrick
Passing Notes 💖
Cherry Stem (blurb) mild❤️🔥
Natural Remedy (Blurb) ❤️🔥
Bad Day (Blurb)
Paperwork Shmaperwork 💖
Alex Keller
K.I.A to C.I.A (Wip)💖❤️🔥
Konig
Love on the Battlefield (WIP)💖❤️🔥
Keegan P. Russ
Rupert’s Drop (WIP) 💀🩸
No Nut November (Blurb) ❤️🔥
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Blurbs
No Pairings, just brainrot
What really happened at the end of MWIII
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🩸Whumptober🩸
Intro (Please Read)
Character taking care of Reader Whumptober list
Reader taking care of Character Whumptober list
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Reblogged Masterlists
These will be complete lists of everything I have ever reblogged about these characters. I don't like the Tumblr Tagging system to look through my stuff so I made my own list like this. I'll be going backwards from present day to the very start of this blog (June)
(11/5/2023 update): I'm working hard on linking and sorting everything I have reblogged. I have organized up to October. Everything that has yet to be linked will have the tag 'To Be Linked' on it. Feel free to rummage through the bins while I get my books on a shelf. Thank you for your support!
Simon "Ghost" Riley
Johnny "Soap" MacTavish
Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
John Price
All Others /Multiple
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@waterdepths gets a lil' bit of fluff
She's been sketching him for a long while.
Some nights when he's out enjoying the evening, stardust in his eyes as he's mapping out constellations to his heart's content, she watches. In moments like those she believes there is a time to be alone with one's thoughts, and yet he captivates her in everything he does, so she watches, wonder in her eyes as he lets the night calm him. Other nights, she'll retreat to the edge of her tent after dinner, still watching everyone compliment Gale on his meal of the night, and she'll sketch, smiling to herself at how deeply their compliments to him seem to affect him. It's not ladylike to stare, and she knows that, but it's too much not to let it all out, especially when he does so much for all of them.
When he does so much for HER.
Eve has never felt she was one for poetry, so writing him something in her deep appreciation for him, could never stand alone--so instead, she's managed a sketch to accompany it. She's spent far too long on his eyes, wanting him to feel something when he looks at it, always wanting to be swallowed whole by those deep brown eyes of his. He's ENCHANTING, and while she never would have thought she'd say that of a wizard given the other couple she's ever met, he holds a special place in her heart, which was why she was putting forth the effort in the first place, trying to capture him on parchment in the middle of a storm, with eyes that could command anything.
Once all is quiet, she finds herself rolling it all up with a quite literal bow, slipping it just through the flap in Gale's tent so he'll see it later. There's no rush, and she certainly can't leave it outside to get stepped upon, but she wants him to have it. She knows enough from all these magic lessons together, that he needs someone to look at him as if he's the world all on his own, and he is. He deserves every bit of affection and appreciation that she can give him, she just hopes the poetry lives up to the standards she's sure he places on himself with his own, as her skills there leave much to be desired...but every word comes from her HEART:
His eyes are deep as caverns, hidden treasures guarded tight.
His hands strong and rough from all he's endured, yet gentle in their plight.
There's a great wisdom nestled deep within him, desperate to break free, for all he desires is affection, and fulfillment in just being allowed to be.
His power erupts like a volcano, dangerous and true, but he handles it quite expertly, and keeps each motion steady as a rock.
He can taste the sparks the lightning brings as it licks along his skin, and he's never felt more alive as when his nerves are feeling every shock.
There's an unadulterated passion that beats deep beneath his chest, and he's too devoted to ascertain just how beautiful he is.
He's every color of the sunset and every star up in the sky.
His smile lights up every room like the brightest firefly.
The sadness deep inside him helps him to mask his pain, of the rot that's there within him, hiding what he's come to trust as shame.
But to be in his presence is to truly feel alive, as every breath he takes will make your heart take flight.
If only he could truly understand the great tempest that he is, for every moment he's around, brings naught but utter bliss.
It rhymes, and it's SAPPY, but she knows that it's the thought that counts as she retreats back to her own tent to read a book she's borrowed from him. What's a little embarrassment when it comes to showering someone with compliments and affection? He'd do the same ten fold and perhaps with a little more decorum, and it'd sound far more like a sonnet, but she's CONTENT and that's what matters.
#waterdepths#╰•★ʏᴏᴜ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ★ [main verse]#THIS IS A NOVEL I AM SO SORRY#but I did say 'challenge accepted'#and gale deserves everything so...#this is what he gets#have a little fluff with a touch of yearning#also please don't worry about replying to it#i just needed to write it out#let's call it a drabble...
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For the vignette, you should write about orym leaving Zephra for the first time after wills death
This one's a bit tough, Anon, but let's see how this goes. And this one has music.
"Solace"
Orym and Keyleth stood side by side upon the cliffs of Zephrah, looking out at the surrounding Summit Peaks.
"Your heart can't heal like this, Orym," Keyleth said gently. "You need to get away for a little while, away from daily reminders of all that's happened."
"With all due respect, Tempest, you need me. We lost many Tempest Blades, and your safety-"
Keyleth held up one hand. "I know. Believe me, I know. But I see you every day, and every day your grief consumes you that much more." Sorrow darkened her eyes before she briefly closed them and let out a long, sad sigh, then she opened them once more and looked down at Orym.
"It's not forever. It doesn't even need to be all that long. But it's something you must do." She gently rested one hand atop Orym's head. "So I will set this task for you."
Keyleth lifted her staff and pointed at one of the nearby peaks. "Near the top of that mountain is a glade. It's said to be a place of healing and respite. A small lake, fields of wildflowers... and a very rare tree. I want you to travel there. Sleep beneath the tree... then return home."
"Yes, Tempest. As you command."
And so Orym had set out from Zephrah, after bidding a short farewell to Nel, Maeve, Lita, and Berenie. Like all inhabitants of Zephrah, he knew the easiest paths up and down from the village, but once he began his climb of the mountain Keyleth had indicated, his path became more difficult.
And every step of the way, he felt the aching absence of Will.
Up, up, up he climbed, and even as fit as he was, it was arduous going, until finally, he reached the glade.
And stopped in wonder.
Surrounded by soaring white cliffs, the glade seemed absolutely covered in wildflowers of all colours, and the breeze that gently stirred the blossoms was the sweetest he'd ever known. Sunlight sparkled on a small lake ringed with ferns and small boulders. And at the far end of the glade was a tree unlike Orym had ever seen before. No more than ten feet tall, its branches spread at least as wide, and brief flashes of colour appeared and disappeared like foxfire.
Very slowly, Orym approached the tree and gazed up at it in amazement. Then he turned and looked around at the glade.
"Well... a night here doesn't seem so bad."
He spent the rest of the sunlit hours exploring the glade. There were various berry bushes at the base of the white cliffs, and fresh water to be had from the small stream that fed into the lake.
What struck him most of all was the near total silence. No birds, no insects, no animals... only the faintest whisper of the wind through the flowers and the branches of the tree.
After the sun set, Orym lay on his back amidst the flowers beneath the tree, and gazed up at the stars that slowly twinkled into view, and eventually, the luminous moon of Catha arose from behind the cliffs.
Tears slowly slid down Orym's temples, and his heart ached as he whispered, "Hello, love. I still miss you."
He watched as Catha made its slow way across the night sky, and eventually, he drifted off to sleep.
At some point during the night, however, a faint sparkle just at the corner of his eye pulled him to wakefulness, and he sat up and turned to look.
And saw the tree glimmering in the moonlight, and peeping out from the emerald leaves were fruits that the halfling would have sworn were jewels.
Slowly, Orym rose, then he abruptly stepped back when the tree trunk seemed to move.
Welcome, small one...
A whisper, as clear as a bell tolling across a valley, seemed to come from all around him.
"Hello," Orym said softly, afraid that if he spoke too loudly, it would shatter whatever spell had fallen upon the glade.
Approach...
He moved closer, and as he took a better look, he would have sworn that where the tree stood, he saw the misty, ephemeral shape of a woman, but when he blinked, he once again saw the tree. A sudden breeze swirled gently around him, ruffling his hair.
Such love... such pain... your heart bleeds, and your soul weeps...
"Yes." Grief welled up in him anew as tears filled his eyes and a lump formed in his throat. And once again, he thought he saw the feminine figure standing there, beckoning to him.
Without thinking, he stumbled forward, sank to his knees at the foot of the tree, wrapped his arms as far as they could go around the tree, and began to sob. Tears flowed unchecked down his face, watering the grass before the tree. The only sound in the night were his racking sobs as he cried out for Will, and all sense of time faded away.
Eventually, he calmed, and then he felt the faintest touch against his hair.
It's all right, love... I'm here. I'm always here.
He looked up to see that where the tree had stood, there now stood Will, tall and shimmering silver in the light of Catha.
Orym was spellbound, staring up at his husband, and Will gently smiled down at him.
I love you, Orym...
It echoed all around Orym, all around the glade, and deep within Orym's soul.
I love you... I love you... I love you...
Fresh tears spilled down the halfling's cheeks as he smiled up at his husband.
"I love you, too."
Then he blinked away the tears, and Will was gone, and in his place was the woman he had glimpsed
I know your sorrow, Orym of the Air Ashari... alas, I cannot take it away. The only way to do that would be to forget your love entirely, and I do not think that is what you would wish. But I can ease it for a little while... time enough for your heart to begin to heal. Do not fear... I will guard your rest.
Almost immediately, his eyes closed and he sagged to the ground.
She gestured, and in her hand appeared a beautiful, shimmering, silvery-grey flower. With infinite tenderness, she tucked it behind his ear.
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Orym slowly came awake as the first rays of sunlight's warmth touched his face. For the first time since the attack on Zephrah, he felt at peace. The aching loss was still there, but its clutch around his heart had lessened.
Then he heard a soft thump, and he glanced down to see that one of the jeweled fruits now lay beside him on the grass. He slowly and carefully ate the fruit, its sweetness sending a gentle warmth throughout his body.
He looked up at the tree, its emerald leaves lazily stirring in the morning breeze. He got to his feet, then he gently hugged the tree.
"Thank you."
As he straightened, he reached up to brush his hair from his face, and found the flower that had been placed there. Orym brushed one finger lightly over the soft petals and smiled.
"Goodbye."
Farewell...
Her voice drifted to him on the breeze, and he gathered up his things, tucked the flower into his sash, and prepared to leave. But just as he reached the edge of the glade, he once again felt a familiar touch on his hair.
Love you....
Orym looked back over his shoulder, but there was no one there.
"Love you, too," he whispered, and set off for home.
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au world; when benimaru of jura tempest was stolen by humans of unknown affiliation, rimuru tempest was furious. but as time dragged on and his commander-in-chief continued to be missing, fury became desperation. the destruction of a human town, ravaged by familiar black flames, was the breaking point. rimuru tempest led a one-man rampage across the magic continent, and the rest of his subordinates could only watched helplessly.
until benimaru, scarred and mute, finally made his way back home.
Rimuru doesn’t know what to do. And that powerlessness haunted him.
Ever since he died and transmigrated into this world, everything felt like it was going his way. He had coasted through this new world without much difficulty, leveling up in power easily with the help of both Veldora and Raphael. He met comrades that became his new family, and they helped him build this wonderful monster country where everyone could thrive and prosper.
He had sworn to himself that he wouldn’t lose anyone else after Shion and countless citizens died during the invasion from Falmuth, that it was going to be the last time he felt that helpless and afraid.
When Ellen provided the solution to revive his family, he knew that he would have done anything to get them back. Yet again, the solution has seemed to fall so easily into his lap. The price to get everyone back seemed inconsequential at that point of time.
Mikami Satoru has never been a man that could easily stomach death and violence. He had wept when he read about tragedies in the news, but Rimuru Tempest was no longer that man. Rimuru Tempest sacrificed ten thousand humans to revive Shion and everyone else. He would sacrifice a million to heal Benimaru.
But violence would not save anyone now. Violence has costed his fiery-haired commander far too much. Even Rimuru’s most potent Full Potion couldn’t heal Benimaru’s broken horn, or the vicious scars that mutilated his feet, or the wounds that marked the rest of his body. His larynx was barely healing at a human rate, and his body was still wrecked with anti-magicules particles.
He refused to eat, barely slept and was far too silent. The silence went beyond not being able to speak, and Rimuru couldn’t look at him without wanting to cry.
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My Brother's Keeper
Things have been going well for the Family at Spider Miles. I continue to make plans to invade underground trades deeper within the Grand Line, the money is pouring in, and I have learned that Dressrosa has become ripe for the Donquixote lineage to return where we belong. I smile whenever I think of this land, as it is mine by right of my birth.
Those fools at Mariejois thought to take my royalty from me when they cast me from heaven, but my family ruled that land long before the Celestial Dragons became what they are now. Taking back this nation will be the first piece in shoving my bloodline down their fat, self-righteous throats! Finally, I shall be acknowledged as the king that I was born to be and can stop living in this trash heap. I can begin to provide more for my family and to give them all they deserve!
A part of me thinks that everything is lies, but I ignore these troubling thoughts. My family loves me and have been here for me since I was ten years old. My brother has come back to me and stands at my right hand. How can it be anything other than perfect?
It is what I have always dreamed of. And now with Law here, my little family somehow feels complete. Not that I would love the other children less. That is why I gave them devil fruits to make them stronger, just as Trebol did for me. It’s what you do for those you care for. You give them ways to protect themselves and those they love, as well as the power to take revenge on those who hurt them. To make them invincible to the world!
There’s a small feeling of uneasiness in the back of my mind as I think of Trebol. The voices like to mock me, saying that he is using me. However, I know he loves and worships me. Without him, I would have died years ago… Right? I shake my head to clear the unwelcome feeling and refocus my attention on Law.
I haven’t really seen him around since the other night at dinner. I can feel the frown deepen on my face as I remember the cruel way some of the others treated the boy. I have been gathering devil fruits and either using them, or selling them for a while now, but there is one that I have been unable to reach that would be of great use, I think.
The Ope Ope no Mi. The power of this fruit would undoubtedly save his life and would allow him to heal others. He was already training to be a doctor with his biological family. Maybe he will allow me to adopt him into my family and continue his education. Once I find that fruit, Law will be unstoppable. He will be my successor. My own son. The smile on my face practically hurts, but I do not remember having been this happy before. Not even before my family broke when we left heaven.
I call for Machvise and Giolla to go and find him for me before going into my room to read. I take off my glasses and drink some wine to try and relax after a long day. I do not even notice the world beginning to fade away when suddenly I am there again.
I can feel my body struggle against the villagers, but the flames are hot against my skin! The ropes are again digging into my flesh and the blood is pounding in my ears. The pain is so much! Please make it stop! I can sense the arrow loosed towards my brother when the power wrenches from my stomach.
The next thing I know, I am again in my room, covered in sweat, and I can’t breathe. I lean forward, gasping for air, but the tightness in my chest will not relax. I reach for my sunglasses, and though they bring me some relief, the bottle of wine next to them is a welcome sight. I grab the bottle and begin to drink without even bothering to use my glass. Anything to drown the memories and thoughts that come from these nightmares. I don’t even care how I must look right now. For a moment I wonder what it was that brought this on after so many months of being free from this problem.
However, as the world comes back into focus, my attention is taken from my musing and I notice what must have woken me. The transponder snail keeps his incessant ringing until I pick up the receiver. Ah. It seems they have found Law. I throw down the bottle and the sound of breaking glass barely even registers. I will have Baby 5 come clean it up later, as I have far more important things to attend to now.
Once I make my way into one of our common areas, I see that Rosinante is already there. He looks at me and appears to get up to leave. I shake my head at him and smile. “Please stay, brother. I would like you here for this.”
He nods and pulls out a cigarette. I reach over to light it for him to ensure he does not set himself on fire again. As I watch him take a drag, I smile softly. He is truly my light and the one to save me from myself. We are the same and I know that he will take my pain and save me from these demons that constantly scream in my head. I was so lost before he returned to me. I wonder if he felt lost too?
I am about to tell him my plans for Law, as I want him to understand how important it will be for me to have a son to carry on the Donquixote legacy. I know my brother doesn’t like children, but if he would just give Law a chance, I know he would see the same thing I do! He would see the same piece in him that is in us. The same pain, the same potential, the same power…
I go to say something to my brother when there is movement at the door and my family has returned with Law carried between them. He looks angry, but that is nothing new. I smile at the boy and watch as they tossed him to the ground. I glared at the two of them and let a piece of my haki catch their attention. Apparently, they did not understand my intentions the other night at dinner. Well, at least after this moment, Law’s place here will be undeniably clear.
“Law, I called you in for just one thing. I’ve decided to welcome you to the Donquixote family officially.” I sat back and genuinely enjoyed watching Law’s mouth drop open in shock. I’m not sure why he thought he had been summoned before me, but I know he did not expect this. I was expecting some push back from my family, but fortunately they seemed to be happy for the boy and are congratulating him.
I feel like I should explain myself to him. He is, after all, going to be my son in all but blood. “Because you went through such a horrible experience, you got that incomparable hateful look in your eyes.” I look into his eyes. “You have the quality.”
Giolla puts her hand on his head and begins fawning over the boy while going on about my “vision”, but he seems to reject her assessment, bringing up his illness. The voices are clamoring within my mind, but I don’t care because this is such a happy day for me! I’m going to have a son and I will raise and protect him. I will give him a place in ten years as my legacy to the world, so how would I ever let him die?
I begin to laugh and tell him it depends on his luck, though I know it has nothing to do at all with luck. He was destined to become the son of a god. I have the blood of celestial dragons in me, whether the fools at Mariejois were willing to let me and my brother back into heaven or not. The voices and that power are swelling inside my core and I am beginning to become overwhelmed in it all.
I told Law about the devil fruits and that there are types that could heal him, though I did not mention the exact one I have in mind for him. That will come for later. I also told him that in ten years I want him for my second in command. I know that the boy is still skittish and very prideful. I want him to build bonds with me and the other family members before I push him too fast. I’ve already given him a lot of information, so I will see if he will grasp the opportunity presented to him.
At that moment Rosinante begins to cough and my attention is taken away from Law. As I look towards my brother, I suddenly feel like all the air has been sucked from my lungs and the smile is wiped from my face. I force myself to stay calm as I see blood covering Rosi’s side.
For the slightest of moments, even the voices have gone completely silent and everything is numb inside at the sight of his shirt soaked in dark red liquid, though he appears to be trying to hide the spot beneath his hand. In the back of my mind, the only thought I can form is that the villagers got my brother with their arrows. My brother is going to die!
At that thought, a hurricane unleashes inside me and the demons begin to howl and rage! Who would dare to harm my precious baby brother? Do they not realize that he is descended from gods? I fight back the swarming madness and keep my face calm, but my fists clench from the efforts and my frown deepens. When I ask Rosi what happened, I am surprised to hear how controlled my voice sounds.
He writes a note to say that an enemy has done this to him, but it does nothing to quell the tempest that is beginning to storm within me. I can feel the violence within me increasing as I picture the vengeance I plan on taking on whoever did this to my brother. I will make an example of them that the whole world will know to not fuck with my family!
I ask if he took care of them, just to try and get more information from him. I don’t understand why he didn’t say anything to me in the first place. Perhaps when he sees how I rip this enemy to shreds with my strings, and pull the flesh from their bones slowly while they bleed out and scream for hours, he will then understand how much I love him? I would do anything to keep him safe and punish anyone that would dare harm him! He can trust me to save him, just as he’s saving me. We are family, and that's what you do!
He answers me by writing that he finished the enemy off. The pressure on my heart relaxes and I calm the thoughts that torment me, but the wound still bothers me. I can’t lose my brother. “That’s good. Get it treated, okay?” is all I trust myself to say at that moment.
I reach over to pat Rosi on the shoulder and look once more at Law. He looks like he’s in shock, perhaps at my offer to raise him to be my heir? This makes my heart swell with pride, but I can’t deal with my brother’s pain at this moment and don’t dwell on it long. I can feel myself begin to slip into the darkness again and need to go out for some air. I ask Giolla to get medical attention for my brother as I pass her on my way out, and she responds she will get someone right away. I thank her and move on quickly past the others.
As I move to one of my favorite spots to sit on the rails outside of the buildings, I watch the waves crash against the garbage on the shores and try to breathe. I know that my brother can take care of himself, but when I look at him, I see my moth… I see her and I just want to protect him with everything I have. I lost him once and will not lose him again!
The voices began to scream again that he was lying to me and wanted me dead, but I pushed them aside and continued to watch the waves. I know my brother loves me. He is my heart and my salvation. One day, I know we are going to rule the world together.
#donquixote doflamingo#donquixote rosinante#my demons#drabbles#one piece#doffy#love that flamingo#trafalgar law
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Fate and Phantasms #115: Sakata Kintoki (Rider)
This time on “Fate and Phantasms”: We’re always trying to make the best build possible. Little do we know that we’re about to face our greatest challenge yet: building a goddamn motorcycle. Join us as we build: Sakata Kintoki (Rider)!
(As usual, his build breakdown is below the cut, or you can check out his character sheet over here!)
Next up: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z8WvSGNEV24
Race and Background
Yes, we’re still doing that bit from the first time. This means Kintoki’s still a Golden Dragonborn, gaining +2 Strength and +1 Charisma. This also gives you a fiery Breath Weapon once per short rest and Fire Resistance. That’s not very in character, but you’re gold, and that’s good enough!
As a motorcycle delinquent/Kamen Rider expy, you’re a Folk Hero, giving you proficiency with Animal Handling and Survival. You can literally talk to animals. Handling them shouldn’t be an issue.
Ability Scores
You’re pretty strong, which is probably why your Strength should be as high as possible. Your preferred method of fighting is crashing into people with your motorcycle, so your Constitution should be pretty high as well. Third is Charisma- bad boys are in these days. Your wisdom isn’t that bad, we’ll need it for multiclassing and also you know animals well enough to speak to them. Your Dexterity isn’t great; despite wearing leather armor, your main defense is your bike being faster than the enemies. Finally, we’re dumping Intelligence. Changing classes didn’t turn you into a professor.
Class Levels
1. Fighter 1: Getting your ride is our top priority, but that’ll take a couple levels. In the meantime we should make sure you’re at least a bit competent off the bike. Your fighting style is Unarmed Fighting, giving your unarmed strikes more power and letting you deal damage by grappling. I’d think grappling someone and running your bike would already deal damage, but now it’s RAW. You can also use your bonus action to gain a Second Wind for a smoke break.
You also get proficiency with Strength and Constitution saves, as well as Intimidation and Athletics. Bikers are scary, man.
2. Bard 1: Okay, now we can get that bike. If you want justification for the class, you did mistake the Rider class for Kamen Rider, so there you go. You’re powered by Saturday morning kid’s shows.
Becoming a bard gives you one skill proficiency of your choice- I’m gonna say Insight. You look like you can read the room pretty well. You can also cast Spells using your Charisma, and you can give Bardic Inspiration to another creature as a bonus action a number of times per long rest equal to your charisma modifier. This is a d6 that the creature can add to an attack roll, skill check, or saving throw within the next ten minutes. You’re a nice guy like that.
This Kintoki’s a bit more thunder than lightning, so for your spells grab Thunderclap and Thunderwave to stay on brand, Friends and Animal Friendship to talk to squirrels, and Heroism and Longstrider to protect your wheels and give them a nitro boost.
3. Bard 2: Second level bards are Jacks of All Trades, giving you half your proficiency bonus on any skill check you’re not proficient in. This includes initiative, so even with your +0 dexterity modifier you can be a bit faster out the gate. You also gain a Song of Rest for extra healing over short rests if you like that sort of thing.
Also you can Speak with Animals now, so they can tell you how much faster you are than them.
4. Bard 3: Time to make some golden creations! As a Creation bard, you’ll find your inspiration dice are a bit more golden thanks to your Note of Potential, gaining extra effects. If used on an ability check they can roll twice and take the higher number, on an attack roll they force an constitution save (DC 8 plus your proficiency plus your charisma modifier) or creatures around them take thunder damage, and if used on a saving throw the creature gains a bit of temporary HP.
The bigger draw this level, however, is the Performance of Creation. As an action, you can create a medium or smaller item worth less than 20 times your bard level in GP. It lasts a number of hours equal to your proficiency bonus, and you can use this once per long rest, or by burning a second level spell slot to use it again. It’s not enough to make a motorcycle just yet, but you can at least make that cool belt buckle.
Finally, you get Expertise in two skills, doubling your proficiency bonus. I’d go with Athletics and Animal Handling. You’ll need some lower body strength to hang onto your bike while fighting.
You can also cast second level spells now, like Enhance Ability to give a creature advantage on a kind of skill check. Give yourself a constitution boost to help with those Thousand Mile Drives.
5. Bard 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to round out your Strength and bring your Wisdom up to multiclassing minimums.
You can also cast Mending for another way to fix up your bike, or Shatter to break everything else.
6. Bard 5: At fifth level your inspiration becomes d8s, and you become a Font of Inspiration. This means you regain inspiration dice on short rests as well as long ones.
To celebrate, you learn how to put on a proper tokukatsu Motivational Speech from Acquisitions Incorporated, giving up to five creatures temporary hit points, advantage on wisdom saves, and advantage on its next attacks after its hit. The spell ends on a creature once the hit points are removed, otherwise it lasts for an hour.
7. Bard 6: Now we’re cooking! Now you can finally use an Animating Performance to make your motorcycle, a large Dancing Item. The item stays dancing for an hour, and you can use your bonus action to command it. You can animate an object once per long rest, or by burning a 3rd level spell slot to do it again. Plus, your Performance of Creation can make large items now, so a motorcycle is totally on the table!
The movement speed on a dancing item’s only 30′ which isn’t ideal, but on the plus side your bike can fly, so... I’d say it balances out the cool factor.
Sadly bards don’t get Haste, but if we can’t speed up your bike, at least we can Slow down your enemies.
Oh yeah, you also get Countercharm, spend an action to give allies advantage against being charmed or frightened, not really great but you can always use it for an “I know you’re in there” fight.
8. Fighter 2: Now that that detour’s out of the way, we can get back to fighting. Second level fighters get an Action Surge, tacking an extra action onto your turn once per short rest. Cast two spells, multitask with healing and hitting, or just hit people over and over again. It’s pretty versatile.
9. Fighter 3: Cavaliers get an extra skill proficiency, and Performance will really help you sell your Kintoki action figures. You’re also Born to the Seat, giving you advantage against falling off your mount and mounting/dismounting your cycle only costs 5′ of movement.
As a hero of justice, you can also apply an Unwavering Mark to a creature when you hit them that lasts until the end of your next turn. If the marked creature is within 5′, it will have trouble hitting other creatures, and if it still does you can make a special attack against the creature next turn as a bonus action. The attack has advantage, and deals extra damage as well. You can make these attacks a number of times per long rest equal to your strength modifier.
10. Fighter 4: Speaking of advantage and being good at riding things, use this ASI to become a Mounted Combatant, giving you advantage on attacks against creatures smaller than your mount, the ability to redirect attacks to you instead of your mount, and giving your mount evasion, meaning it takes half damage on a failed dexterity save and no damage on a success.
11. Fighter 5: Fifth level fighters get an extra attack each attack action. It’s not very complicated, but it is very useful.
12. Cleric 1: Your dad’s a god, you get more thunder powers. As a cleric, you can cast and prepare spells using your Wisdom. As a Tempest Cleric, you can channel the Wrath of the Storm. When a creature within melee range hits you with an attack, you can react to blast lightning or thunder back at them with a dexterity save attached. You can use this a number of times per long rest equal to your Wisdom modifier. (So if you’re using the standard array, once.)
You can also cast Thaumaturgy for more dramatic entrances, Resistance so you’ll wipe out less often, and Light because every motorcycle needs a headlight. You can also kick up some dust with your domain spells, Fog Cloud and Thunderwave. You already have a better thunderwave from your bard levels, but hey why not be redundant.
13. Cleric 2: Second level clerics can Channel Divinity in two ways. You can either Turn Undead to make walking corpses into running... away from you... corpses... (not my best work), or you can channel it into Destructive Wrath, allowing you to deal maximum damage when you deal lightning or thunder damage. Your spells are pretty low level, so the extra efficiency is appreciated. You can use this once per short rest, or you can burn your channel divinity use to Harness Divine Power, refilling a spell slot that’s less than half your proficiency modifier as a bonus action.
14. Fighter 6: Use your next ASI to boost your Charisma for stronger spells and more inspiration.
15. Fighter 7: As a more seasoned cavalier, you could react to add a bonus to a nearby allie’s AC when they’re being attacked a number of times per long rest equal to your Constitution modifier. You could, but unfortunately Warding Maneuver requires a melee weapon or shield, and you do things barehanded.
16. Fighter 8: If your hands are going to cause you this much trouble, they’d better be good at their job. Use this ASI to max out your Strength so they’re great at their job.
17. Fighter 9: Ninth level fighters are Indomitable, letting you re-roll a failed save once per long rest. You probably shouldn’t use this on your intelligence saves, you’re not making those either way.
18. Fighter 10: Tenth level cavaliers actually get something we can use, the ability to Hold the Line. This means your opportunity attacks can activate on a creature moving within your reach, and they also reduce the target’s speed to 0 on hit. A good hero keeps the villains focused on them.
19. Fighter 11: We’re almost done, but first you get another Extra Attack for even more punching goodness.
20. Fighter 12: Use your capstone ASI for more Constitution to get more HP and better concentration. You only have so many spells, you’ve got to make the most of them.
Pros:
Thanks to Animating Performance, you can literally make your motorcycle out of anything, as long as its large enough to ride. It also means you’ve got a flying bike, though if you want to keep it closer to canon you could flavor it as having the ability to ride up walls.
You can deal very consistent damage thanks to your high number of attacks and free advantage from mounting your bike. You’re also able to make your limited spell slots count, maximizing their damage with channel divinity.
Your skills as a cavalier make you good at getting enemies’ attention and keeping it away from squishier party members. Mix in a bit of healing from your cleric levels, and you can be a surprisingly good tank in a pinch.
Cons:
You like to ride on things, and you also use a lot of spells with indiscriminate damage. That’s not a good combination, especially since your bike is a construct.
Having, at best, a leather jacket and a +0 to dexterity means your AC is pretty low. Your best defense is not being near the enemy when they get a chance to hit back.
Having to command your bike eats up all your bonus actions, meaning you’ll have to chose between using your unwavering mark or riding.
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I wrote a thing because I was bored. And yes, believe it or not I do write occasionally. Don’t forget, my persona, Lyric, is also an OC. For context she served as a messenger during the War of Sandwing Succession
Sand.
It stretched as far as the eye could see, dipping and rising. A sea of gold and white that went on seemingly forever, occasionally disturbed by the lone cactus or the scuttle of tiny paws, the desert creatures that dwelled beneath the earth.
It was a pleasant night, a soft breeze drifting through the desert, with two of the three moons full, breaking the dark abyss of the night. The stars were like a net of fireflies cast across the sky.
On a soundless night like this, one could almost forget about the blood that stained these sands.
Overhead the blue dragon soared, blue and green scales catching the moon light, as if it were made of sapphires and emeralds. It’s blue wings beat the air, the spray of emerald scales glittering beneath the moons. It looked dangerously out of place in the desert around it.
Lyric scanned the ground nervously. Why the queen had chosen her for this mission, she would never know. Perhaps it was because she was the fastest? Even so, her pale blue scales were hard to miss in a wasteland like this one.
Or maybe the queen thought she was the most disposable. The council was short on messengers, and this was a dangerous delivery, so best send the young, insignificant rookie. It wouldn’t matter if she died on the way back, as long as the message was delivered.
Lyric shook her head, as if shaking away those thoughts. There was no time to contemplate the queens somewhat questionable decisions. She had to focus on the task at hand.
Lyrics focused on the ground below, her eyes darting around frantically. Was she still on the outskirts of the Sand kingdom? Or had she gone the wrong way and stumbled into the mainland? She’d already passed the Scorpion Den, which she’d thought was on the outskirts of the kingdom. She’d stayed close to the beach, to avoid Burns stronghold, and she thought she should be close by now. Had it gotten unusually colder yet? Or was it so cold because it was night? Deserts were supposed to be cold at night, right?
Lyric beat her wings faster. She could feel time slipping through her claws like sand. The queen had stationed a wing of her army on the border between the Ice Kingdom and the Sand Kingdom. She had hoped to attack the outer Icewing villages. But one of her spies had reported that Burn, the strongest and cruelest of the Sandwing sisters, had caught wind of the queens plan. The vicious princess was planning on wiping out their troops tonight.
The queen had ordered the soldiers to retreat. It was Lyrics job to warn them.
The mountains yawned ahead in the distance, and for a panicked moment Lyric thought she’d gone the wrong way. Did the Ice Kingdom have mountains? Was this the Ice Kingdom? or had she stumbled into the Claws of the Clouds Mountains by accident? But she felt her heart leap when she spotted the gleam of green and blue scales. Yes! The army tents were cleverly disguised in the rocky slopes. Lyric lashed her tail, putting on a bolt of speed, beating her wings as hard as she could. Who knew how much time they had? She needed to get the troops away from here as fast as possible.
Lyric angled her wings down in a dive, lashing her tail behind her. Unfortunately, she misjudged her speed and ended up jerking upwards, flapping her wings wildly in an attempt not to crash headfirst into the rock at top speed. She ended up tumbling into the camp, rolling several times before landing on her back with her wings sprawled. At least she was still alive.
Several of the soldiers around her squeaked in alarm, scrambling out of the way. Lyric winced at the harsh comments they were throwing at her. Way to make a fool of herself.
“Ack! Are you delusional?!”
“Learn to fly idiot! Don’t go flapping around like a drowned seagull!”
“Three moons, shut the heck up! Your going to bring the whole mountain down on us!”
“Sorry, sorry, I’m so so sorry!” Lyric yelped. This was not exactly the grand entrance she had planned. Lyric scrambled upright and whipped her head around frantically. Who was it she needed to find? Who was the commander? Three moons, why couldn’t she do something as simple as remembering a name?
Suddenly, a large, bulky dragon burst out of one of the tents. She radiated menace and strength. It almost made Lyric jump back.
“What in Pyrrhia is going on here?!” The dragon roared. The name suddenly and conveniently popped back into Lyrics head.
Tempest. Commander Tempest. This had to be her, with her gruesome scares a bulky build. She’d certainly lived up to the rumors.
One of the soldiers flicked his tail at Lyric, snapping her out of her thoughts.
“This squid-brained dragonet just crashed into our camp. We’ll be lucky if she hasn’t alerted the whole Ice Kingdom by now.”
Commander Tempest glared at Lyric, her gaze cutting right through her.
“What does this idiot want?”
Lyrics throat closed over her words. Moons above, Tempest was every bit as intimidating as she thought she’d be.
“Well?” Tempest sat on her back talons and crossed her arms, glaring down her snout at Lyric. She poked Lyric with her tail.
“Are you deaf? Speak.”
Lyrics voice returned to her. “I-i-I, I’m s-sorry, Commander Tempest,”
Lyric crouched into a hasty bow. She wondered if this was right protocol for talking to the commander or if she was making an even bigger fool of herself.
“I-I have a message from Q-Queen Coral!”
Lyric fumbled with the bag slung around her neck, hastily tugging out a small scroll.
“The-the Sandwings- er, the prin- Burn has been alerted to your presence. They may be attacking tonight. The queen has ordered you to retreat.”
Tempest raised a scaley eyebrow. She took the scroll from Lyric and unfurled it, pausing for a second, then nodding.
“Slithering sand snorters,” Tempest snarled. “Why don’t we stay and fight them off? We could take out Burn and the lower Icewing villages at once.”
Lyric hadn’t considered that, but this wasn’t her decision. “Y-you can talk it over with the queen. But, t-this is a direct order, so, uh...”
Lyric, under Tempest’s glare, figured it a was probably a good idea to shut up. Tempest turned to several of the dragons around her.
“Go spread the word. Pack up as fast as you can. Anyone not ready in ten minutes will be left to the sand snorters.”
Tempest glanced at Lyric for a second. “Thank you. You better scurry on home, shrimp. This is no place for a dragonet.” Tempest turned back to her soldiers, barking orders.
Lyric was taken aback for a second. Did it really matter? But Tempest was right, Lyric wasn’t much of a fighter. Lyric nodded, gave a half bow, and sprang into the air. Her wing beats were shaky, but oddly confident. She’d done her job. Well, she’d made a fool of herself, but at least she’d done her job. Hopefully the queen would be pleased.
Lyric flew on, with a small grin on her face. She looked behind her occasionally to see the SeaWing troops soaring behind her. She’d done her job, she’d been useful. She’d helped save those soldiers, and-
Suddenly, a dune exploded right below her. Lyric squeaked in alarm. Her wing beats faltered, and she flapped wildly for a second to right herself. She flew higher to get a better view of what was going on.
She wished she hadn’t.
Below her, the ground was bursting with sand dragons, like ants swarming out of their piles to fight whoever had disturbed them. The Sandwings lunged towards the sea dragons, with talons outstretched and teeth bared. Lyric watched in horror as the blue dragons began to drop like rain, crumbling to the ground, staining the sand below them.
Lyric was snapped out of her horror by claws raking across her snout. A Sandwing, a large female with pale white scales, had snatched lyric out of the air, throwing her towards the ground. Her tail stabbed for Lyrics heart, the venomous barb gleaming menacingly.
Lyric lashed out, clawing frantically at the sand dragon. She batted the Sandwings tail away with her wings, and felt her claws grab hold of the Sandwings neck. Lyric sank her claws in, holding on desperately. Her attacker hissed furiously, beating her wings frantically, struggling to stay in the air against Lyrics weight. Her tail snaked towards Lyric again. Lyric snatched her tail in her jaws, like a bear catching a fish, and bit down as hard as she could. She felt her teeth sink into the weak spot that every dragon had in their tail.
The sand dragon roared and yanked her tail away, ripping Lyric off her neck and sending her spinning towards the ground. The sea dragon yelped and spread her wings, landing rather clumsily on the sand.
Lyric turned to the bloodbath above her, her heart sinking, with blood from her snout clouding her vision. Her mind couldn’t register what had happened. Had this been her fault? Had she been too late? Had she somehow caught the Sandwings attention?
Her mind desperately grabbed onto an explanation. Something, anything that could explain this outcome.
As Lyric watched the sky in horror, one of the sand dragons snaked her head around to glare at her, as if she had felt the sea dragons gaze. The Sandwing was large and bulky, her body disfigured with gruesome scars that told stories and fearsome battles and vicious foes. The chain mail armor on her chest gleamed with pride. Her obsidian black eyes had a sharp gleam to them. The eyes almost had a smug look to them. A look that said “nice try” and “I win” and “you failed.”
Burn, Lyric realized, must have planned this all along. Now that she thought about it, it was a rather clever plan. Prompt your enemies into retreating, then ambush them when they try to escape. Quite clever, indeed.
Lyric tore her eyes away. Sandwings were truly the worst tribe. It was their fault they were all in this war in the first place. They were horrible, vicious dragons. The messenger would never forget that. She spotted several blue and green figures, frantically trying to bolt away from the scene. Among them, she thought she saw the Commander. Retreat, yes, they were still trying to escape.
The small, blue messenger leapt into the air after them, blood pooling around her snout, dripping onto the sand. One could never forget the blood that stained these sands.
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Rain Plays SWTOR: Macrobinoculars Solo (most of it) - Imperial Pt. 1
Buoyed by Viri's success soloing the Seeker Droid questline, I decided to tackle the Macrobinoculars.
Please note: THE END OF THIS MISSION IS STILL NOT SOLOABLE. There is apparently one sequence in the final H4 where you need several people to click all the panels. However, the rest is soloable. If you want some challenging gameplay or something new to do in the game, there's still a lot to do here without tackling the final H4.
Also note that even if you do not finish the final H4, as long as you do NOT abandon the quest, you can keep using your macrobinoculars. In fact, you can do that as soon as you pick them up in the beginning of the quest line. There are other quests and achievements you can do with the macrobinoculars, such as scanning all the MCR-99 droids on each planet, scanning the temples you can see from the Yavin 4 stronghold and doing GSI dailies on several worlds.
If you enjoy puzzles, you will love this questline. If not, there are thankfully several guides that can walk you through each puzzle. If you remember one thing, it's that everything can be a trap, you need to check the walls, ceilings and anything around for clues/clickables to proceed, and the solution that appears straightforward probably is not.
Once again, I defer to Dulfy for walkthroughs and videos on how to beat the puzzles, and give you additional suggestions.
This is Part I of the guide, and it is specific for Imperial-side players.
Your first task with the macrobinoculars is to scan the Shroud's monitoring devices around the galaxy. It's far easier than the Dread Seeds search. If you've played the Ziost daily area, the Ossus daily area or some of the Onderon quests, you've already used macrobinoculars.
If this is your first time with the macrobinoculars- right click to activate the binoculars (they are in your mission items tab. You can also drag them to a quickbar, which is a good idea to get to them quickly). Once you activate the binoculars, you can scroll around to survey the area. Targets that are scannable will light up yellow. Left click to zoom in and scan. Click again to zoom out. ESC to put away your binoculars.
You’ll start by being asked to scan several locations marked on your map. Move your camera around until you see a yellow blinking item (it may or may not look like the example) and then zoom in to scan.
Dromund Kaas - scanning
- QT to Tempest. One objective is down at the Unfinished Colossus and the other is on one of the nearby lightning spires.
- QT to the Spaceport.
- QT to the Nexus Room cantina, and then walk over to the launchpad for the nearby taxi. You'll get a good view from there.
Shroud of Ruin temple
How to get there: Pick up the Shadow Spawn heroic and use the provided shuttle/QT. The temple you need is all the way in the back of that heroic area. There are a few jumps to get to the right level of the temple but they aren't too bad overall. There's no threat of death or even damage if you fall and have to try again.
There are only two obstacles in this temple but the first can be frustrating. After you click a rock on the ceiling (mouse around to find it), some of the grids will periodically blink off and on (this is very slow- they don’t blink rapidly, if that is a concern. They go off, stay off for a few beats and then go back on). Make your way through the grid to get to the other side without touching the lasers. Touching the lasers is insta-death. Fortunately the respawn point/ medical droid is just upstairs from the grid so you don't have far to go if you get zapped. Tips:
1. Send your companion away. Put them on a crafting mission for ten minutes or so. They will not be able to follow you through the grid at your pace, so they'll just hit one of the lasers and die.
2. No fancy jumps, no rocket boost, no flair. Do NOT get too close to the lasers, and watch where you are running and jumping.
3. In some places, only one or two lines of the grid will flicker off. Be really careful walking through.
4. Once you finish the maze, you can turn it off completely by smashing the console you will see, but it’s really not necessary because you are almost done. It’s still cathartic to smash it.
The droid you have to face at the end of the hallway should be a snap. It's a garden variety NPC that doesn't seem much more complicated than the average silver, and he's on his own.
You will then be sent off to scan targets on two more planets.
Ambush Warning:
After scanning targets on any of the planets from this point onward, you may be ambushed. It could be a droid and an enemy NPC that is found on that planet (rakghouls on Taris; a Wampa on Hoth). It could also be a gold-level droid, IR-77. I don't think it's a jump scare, but it's very sudden, so I'll mention it here.
Taris scanning:
- QT to 75th Legion Forward Camp.
- QT to Crater Command Base. You can get to both of the targets in Olaris from here.
- QT to Toxic Lake Garrison. This is the base you start at when you land on Taris so you shouldn't need to QT there, but it has a quick travel point in case you've done the others first.
Tatooine scanning: A few of the target points are challenging to get to for Imperial players.
- Mos Ila, relatively close to the taxi. There's a QT point there if you need it.
- QT to Outpost Varath or Outpost Rennar, it's about halfway between the two, near the area with the Tusken Raiders and Mandalorian corpses.
- QT to Mos Anek. Very close to the Lady of Pain area from the Bounty Hunter's class story.
- QT to Outpost Zaroche. Unfortunately, the next target is in the Outlaw's Den. There's no way to see it from outside this area. I've read more than once that if you are on the PvE server, nobody can hurt you in the Outlaw's Den. Your companion will go away, but there's apparently no PvP. Still, I have had no way to confirm this firsthand, so I'd get in and out.
- From there, continue through the Outlaw's Den to the north side and follow the road (filled with hostile NPCs unfortunately) to the mining company for the northernmost target.
- QT to Ridgeside Sentry Post. You have a ways to go from here, but it's the closest Imperial travel point. Take the righthand road north at the fork. The lefthand side is more straightforward but goes through an area with a lot of Twin Suns enemy NPCs. The target is under the rock bridge near the Twin Suns.
Quesh scanning: Quesh is small enough that you don't have to travel long to get just about anywhere, but here are the QT points in case you need them.
- QT to Imperial Garrison OR Imperial Outpost. The target is about halfway between them in an area where a lot of the Imperial Quesh quests happen.
- QT to Imperial Outpost.
- From the second target, you will see a very small dotted line path that goes through a power plant. The first section has Republic hostile NPCs but the second section is friendly. This will take you to the other side of the map to get the third target.
Scratch the Surface - Quesh
How to get there: As Dulfy notes, the map may be bugged. This is the map I got. As you see, the entrance is indicated all the way over on the far right. It's not there. QT back to the Imperial Garrison. The map should change. You need to climb the hill just outside the Garrison and follow the narrow, maze-like path through the stone walls to reach the instanced area.
Wrong map:
Here is the CORRECT map.
Once inside, remember everything is a trap and the solution usually is not straight combat or avoidance. There's always something clickable around that will help you get past each obstacle.
To throw the fruit at the Lurker, click on the gate panel.
The key to getting past this electrified floor is to hit the panels on the ceiling that light up as clickables. After that, the floor will still electrify, but in a very predictable order.
This is the only panel on the first section of grid that will not be electrified. It's easy to spot because of the debris on it. Follow the electricity's pattern so you know when it's clear to run. Once you're there, mouse around the ceiling again for the second clickable panel.
This is the panel on the second section of the grid that is not electrified. Again, it's easy to spot because there's stuff on it. After this, you will need to follow the pattern of the electricity and make a break for the hallway.
You need to shut down the grid to proceed. However, if you step on the platform, you'll get shocked. Walk around the room to the back, where you will see a way to get under the panel. DO NOT WALK ON IT YET. Mouse around and you will find there's a panel that is clickable. Clicking on it will cut the electricity on the floor, allow you to walk in and shut down the second panel. Now you can go on the platform and shut down the grid.
Pictured is STEP THREE. Do not go on this platform until you cut the power from underneath!
Then, it’s off for more scanning.
Corellia
- The first two are close to the spaceport and Incorporation Islands QT point.
- QT to Axial Park South.
- QT to Imperial Central Command (two are here)
Hoth
- Very close to Dorn Outpost, where you start out on Hoth. - QT to Thesh Outpost.
- QT to Imperial Garrison.
- QT to Jagged Hills Imperial Garrison, which is the northernmost Imperial travel point. From there, go left until you get to the Drift Hills Republic base and then north along the path. It's close to Republic Aurek Base.
- From the point above, go to the right on the marked path. You want to be heading toward Outpost Cresh. When the road has a fork on the righthand side, take that, going south. The point you're looking for is under one of the bridges.
- QT to Frostwake Outpost and then go to the Starship Graveyard.
- QT to Leth Outpost. It's very close to the base.
Belsavis
- QT to Imperial Frontline Camp.
- QT to one of the outposts close to the Rakatan Transport network (Frontline Camp and Imperial Deep Launchpoint both work). Take the Rakatan Transport to the Imperial Power Center Transport.
- From the point above, after you scan, go right back to the Rakatan Transporter. Take it to the Lower Prison Magma Transport stop. Follow the circular path to the Tomb and then find your path to the target from there.
You want to do the Lower Prison Magma Transport target scan last because it will place you in just the right area for the next part of the questline.
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The Ten Commandments Re-Watch Part 21
Moses is driven into the desert. I'm sure he'll be fine.
#Ramses stands in a fake desert#while sending Moses off into a real one#damn rameses#Tempest Watches The Ten Commandments#The Ten Commandments#Passover#ancient egypt#ancient kemet
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Songs in the Night (1/?)
Characters: Halsin/OMC, Astarion, Wyll, Gale
Rating: M (will change in later chapters)
Words: 1262
Warnings: Violence
Summary: Only the desperate would choose to descend to the Underdark. But Halsin, Langoth, and his companions are desperate--and out of alternatives. For Halsin, the Underdark contains memories more dangerous than any monster. Revenants of a dark past waiting to reclaim him from his lover's arms. The danger is no less for Langoth and his comrades, who will confront their own nightmares in the depths beneath.
Author’s Note: Well met! Here's the thing: as I write this, we're at the end of BG 3 Early Access and can only make an informed guess about what comes next - so this is a kinda hybrid post-canon, eventually canon-divergent series. That being said, some upcoming plot points will be informed by datamined information about Ketheric Thorm and the Nightsong. Proceed with caution if you want to remain unspoiled. I'll add another A/N to the chapters with spoiler-y content, likely not until the latter part of the series.
This will be a multichapter adventure (huzzah!) becoming darker/angsty around the middle (gulp!) and ending on a positive note (yay!).
While though the tempest loudly roars,
I hear the truth, it liveth.
And though the darkness ‘round me close,
Songs in the night it giveth.
Traditional
Halsin experienced a familiar dread as they descended from the ruined temple into the Underdark. Born of the stale air, the way the bare rock hollowed the echoes of their footsteps and hushed words. Memories rose like revenants, unbidden. He steadied himself with a glance at his beloved.
Astarion, ever sensitive to the undercurrents, said, “Has someone died? Are we going to be grim and silent the whole way down?”
Wyll snorted. “No, mate, we’ll be stopping in a bit to have another party. We invited the tieflings back for another round, didn’t you hear?”
The ranger was outwardly composed; only his eyes betrayed any disquiet.
“Well, we all know Langoth isn’t much one for parties,” Astarion said, baring his fangs in a sort of hybrid of smile and snarl. The vampire spawn was stubborn with his grudges, Halsin had noted. Eager to cling to past slights. He was certain there was reason for that beyond mere jealousy but the chances of getting close enough to him to learn those reasons were slim.
“Children, children,” Gale said, raising his hands in placation. “Don’t argue, you’ll wake the duergar.”
“What no one tells you about adventuring is that it’s ninety percent boredom and ten percent raining entrails,” Astarion grumbled with a woeful sigh that said you can’t even make a joke around here.
“Gale is right,” Halsin said. “Things long dormant reside in the Underdark. Best not to disturb them.”
Astarion’s eye roll was so dramatic it couldn’t be missed even in the gloom of the dank stair. But he said no more and each was left alone with his own thoughts. Halsin ran through his regrets like a long-remembered prayer, unable to escape their compelling call. It was enough to make him wish Astarion would start prattling again.
The stair spilled onto ruins thick with desiccated corpses at least a century old. Skulls riven by ax blades, chests bristling with black arrows. The silence beyond was somehow watchful.
“What is this place?” Langoth’s soft voice seemed to be absorbed into the unending darkness around them. Halsin suppressed a shudder.
“The dwarf said something of an ancient fort,” he said. “These are Selune’s faithful, if I had to guess.”
Wyll held his torch aloft to inspect one of the skeletons, illuminating a silver emblem that bore the goddess’s mark. “Think you might be onto something, Halsin.”
“So--sorry, are we talking now?” Astarion said with an ironic smile. “Let’s just look around for anything useful and move on. This place is… creepy, whatever it is. And not in a good way.”
“For once, I find myself in agreement with the vampire spawn,” Gale said. “There is some dark magic here. Let’s get whatever we need and go forth.”
Langoth squinted into the distance, where a shaft of light beamed down from some unseen source. “Very well. A quick sweep.”
There was little to be found; a few decaying log books that confirmed their suspicions about the fort’s defenders, some rusty weapons and moldering provisions. The center courtyard was warded by a magnificent statue of Selune holding aloft a magicked gem; they all stared at it, transfixed by its power. “Strange,” Langoth said, his voice tight with apprehension.
They turned as one at the sound of quiet snorting outside the black iron gate. Halsin’s blood chilled in his veins. He had never seen a minotaur so close--few who did ever lived to tell of it.
It stamped and brayed, enraged by their mere presence.
Langoth’s face went bloodless with terror. He drew his sword and held it aloft as he started spitting out commands. “Gale, above the gate. Wyll, stand back on the rear stair--”
But his next orders were cut off as the minotaur charged the gate, throwing it down as though it were made of willow branches rather than wrought iron. It howled again, knocking them back with the force of its assault.
What followed could only be described as carnage.
Gale went down in the first attack, his chest partly caved in by the minotaur’s horn, darkening the front of his robes with blood. Halsin ran to his side, whispering healing words to restore some life to the wizard’s broken body. He held his breath as the spells did their work and Gale staggered to his feet with a moan.
He turned back to the fight to see Astarion sinking his dagger deep into the minotaur’s side; its bellow resounded in the dark like a thunderclap in the night. Wyll blasted it with an infernal cantrip. Halsin felt a ripple of hope, a lightness in his heart--perhaps they would survive this encounter.
Then a second minotaur came screaming from the darkness beyond the fort and his hope curdled into dread.
The flagged floor was painted red with their blood within minutes. Time lost meaning as Halsin ran from one man to the next, healing gashes and broken bones and bleeding organs and landing a blow on the minotaurs where he could. But he might have been swinging his club at the stone pillars for all the good it did.
Astarion’s scream shook the timbers of the ancient fort as he was caught between the two minotaurs, unable to escape. They had succeeded in pinning him down. Overwhelmed by battle rage and fear, Halsin felt the bear claim him.
His fury was easier in this form: less complex, more satisfying to wield. He loped over to the minotaurs, parting them with a vicious attack that finally drew blood. The bear savored its taste, barely noticing that the vampire spawn took the opening to slip away. One minotaur followed and the bear cornered the other, standing on his hind legs to roar before launching another furious onslaught against the monster.
The bear did not hear the exclamations behind him, the companions shouting his name, begging the druid’s aid. It wasn’t the first time his rage had rendered him deaf and blind with tragic consequences. He finally turned away from the corpse of the first minotaur to see Langoth lying face down in a pool of blood, his body broken beneath the triumphant howl of the second beast.
The shock was enough to call him back, gasping, to his druid form. The monster leapt away to harry Gale again and Halsin staggered over to Langoth’s ruined body, senselessly shouting his name.
But his lover was far beyond hearing: he was dead.
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When Langoth opened his eyes, he thought he’d awoken in one of the strange illithid dreams that had tormented him, where a being with the druid’s face tried to tempt him with empty promises. It had the same peculiar light, the same airless quality.
But there was no dim facsimile of Halsin here. There was nothing at all, other than colorless earth beneath his feet and the grey smudge of a horizon.
Where am I? he asked aloud. But there was no noise when he spoke. Nor was there a smell to the soil, to the air. Desperation rising, he tried to scream. But once again, there was no sound.
As if in answer to Langoth’s silent cry, Halsin’s voice rang out, distant but clear. He was calling Langoth’s name, despair inscribed in each syllable.
That was when Langoth realized he was dead. He was in the Fugue Plane now, the waypoint between the mortal world and what lay beyond. He fell to his knees.
All was dust.
#halsin#bg3 Halsin#fanfiction#fanfic#langoth#halsin/omc#songs in the night#astarion#wyll#baldur's gate gale#baldur's gate 3#baldur's gate 3 fanfic#bg 3
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Open up your eyes | Dabi x reader
Pairing: Dabi x Reader
Warnings: Cursing, degrading, and maybe a bit of angst?
Spoilers: No, unless you count the Todoroki theory as a spoiler.
Word Count: 3k
🎵 Open Up Your Eyes - Tempest Shadow (Emily Blunt) 🎵
The faint echo of doors closing, opening, and footsteps roaming the halls could always be heard throughout the day. Each time the sounds came into reach you prayed, hoping that maybe just maybe it was the others coming to your rescue. But as the hope swells in your mind and body it’s always let down by the familiar smell of burnt flesh, and captivating ocean blue eyes.
Each time the lanky man who went by name Dabi entered the room he’d start off towards the far wall containing many different tools for torturing, but you knew by now he would never use any of them on you. Always opting for his own quirk’s power to torture you. Yet still he always did the routine, standing there going over each tool and torturous weapon. Lighting brushing his hands on them, maybe even picking one or two up before placing them back down and moving on. The act sometimes lasted two or maybe three minutes, the longest being ten before he would finally make his way over to you.
This time however he stayed over there, not moving or feeling the tools. Just staring straight ahead lost in what you could only assume were his thoughts.
By the way he had walked in you could already tell he was in a worse mood than usual. Whatever had angered him was still very much so on his mind. You watched closely, trying to find anything that might tell you what may have happened. Searching for a sign that might tell you how tonight's events will unfold.
After spending what felt like eternity staring at him, it was the faint shuffle of your feet that caused his ear to perk to bring him back to reality. Quickly becoming aware of where he was and what he was meant to be doing, his piercing gaze finally made way to your own.
Not giving into his intense gaze the two of you held eye contact all the while he sluggishly made his way over to you. Towering over your bruised and burnt body, before slowly coming down to eye level. The smell of burnt flesh now accompanied by strong whiskey. Too faint to have smelt before. His eyes slowly left yours, searching your face. His brows creased with more frustration than before, his eyes growing sharper.
The action leaves you more and more nervous as the seconds pass. The unsettling feeling in your lower abdomen only grows with his frustration. The only thing keeping you truly calm was the flicker of hope that your friends and colleagues would soon find you, rescue you from the torture you had been enduring. And surprisingly the coolness of his ocean blue eyes, reminding you greatly of one of your closest colleagues, Endeavor.
Had the circumstances been different for you, you might almost find yourself getting lost in the turquoise hues.
Though these thoughts were quickly wiped clean when he let out a frustrated grunt. The stench of whiskey forcefully making its way up your nose, as his eyes lock with yours once more. They held a much more tired look now, as if dreading what was to come next.
“You know doll, I just can’t seem to understand you.” He sighed as he stood up, stretching and cracking his arms and back before giving you another tired look. “It’s been five days and you still have yet to give us any information. I know you’re a pro and all, but even the others we’ve caught usually crack after a day or two.”
Slowly following him with your eyes as he made his way around you. Crouching down to your ear, his breath lightly fanning it, sending chills right down your spine. “I mean don’t get me wrong doll, I love our little sessions. Hearing the way you scream and whimper, it really gets my blood pumping.” He whispered, sucking and pulling your earlobe before pulling away and making his way to the front of you once more. “But the flakey brat is getting impatient, he doesn’t appreciate when people keep him waiting…”
Squeezing your eyes shut the moment he takes you cheek in hand, his thumb slowly drawing circles on it. “Be the good girl I know you are and just give up already, I really don’t want to deal with having to kill you.”
The pit in your stomach only grew deeper upon hearing those words, even though it wasn’t the first time he had said something close to it. The only difference between those times and now was that it sounded like Dabi actually meant it this time.
Forcing your eyes open you scanned his face, trying to pinpoint his lie, the only problem was being that you couldn’t find one.
“I’ve officially been given a deadline..” Dropping his hand from your cheek he made his way towards the wall in front of you. Leaning back against, tilting his head to get a better angle of you. “If by the end of our session tonight you don’t give up the slightest bit of information, I’ve been given the task to kill you. It doesn’t have to be everything you know, while that definitely would help us and please Mr. Hands fetish. Just the smallest bit of info will do, in return you’ll live to see another day.” Upon hearing no response he kicked himself off of the wall he caught your chin in his hand, his glare hardening. “ And if you couldn’t already tell I’m in a bad mood and don’t want to have to put up with your bullshit today, so just drop the act and spill what you know.”
The consequence of your next action didn’t even cross your mind, your actions taking control of your better judgment. The spit you had slowly building in your mouth now resided on the burnt skin of Dabi. The icy glare that had formed on your face now turned into one of panic and pain as a burning sensation filled you. The smell of skin burning only growing stronger. Thrashing your head around you tried to get your chin out of his grip only for it to grow stronger as well as heat he was emitting from his hand.
Letting out a frustrated growl Dabi then grabbed a fistful of your hair bringing your face level with his own. “I’ll let that one slide because i’m feeling a little generous tonight.” His grip only tightening on your hair, laughing at the soft whimper you released. Letting go of your hair, he pulled away lifting his left hand and igniting it. The blue flames danced around feeding off the air, almost as hypnotizing as his eyes. “One last time, doll face; spill.”
Shaking your head, tears streaming down your face. Your eyes finally fixating on him. Hope coursing through your body as you remember it only a matter of time before someone, anyone, would come for you.
They’ll find me. I know they will. I just have to hold out a little longer.
His flames only grew with more frustration and anger. Slowly becoming more and more out of control. “Don’t you get it, if they wanted to find you they already would have. It's been five days sweetheart. They could care less about you and if you die or not. They only care about themselves.” Dabi’s voice rising with every statement, the fire growing and spreading higher up his arm.
“No, you're wrong. They do care and they are trying to find me, it’s only gonna be a matter of time before they find me and you. Everything you’ve worked at will be destroyed. It’s only a matter of minutes now, I know it.” You fought back, reaching forward. Twisting in the restraints. Only stopping your movements when the fire spread throughout his whole body, sweeping the floors with flames. Circling around you, only stop a few inches away from where you sat.
You could feel the hatred coming from the heat, the heat getting so strong it almost felt cold.
“Open up your eyes darling, you can’t count on any of those shit bags. They hardly even opened up a search party for you before declaring you dead.” His flames only inching closer. “It’s time for you to grow up and get wise.” Ocean eyes only speaking his own truth.
“This fantasyland you live in, heroes saving the weak and lost. It’s nothing but a lie, a cover up. You’re only holding on to false hope, wasted hope.”
“No, no you’re wrong-”
“Wrong?” His flames are now climbing the wall, reaching the ceiling slowly creeping along them. “ You don’t get to tell me I’m ‘wrong’ let me remind you I'm the one with power here, you're nothing but a helpless rabbit caged at my command.” The flames parted as he stepped forward.
“Take a look from my point of view, pros like you have been against people like me from the very beginning. Focusing on fame and money, the power. Too busy to notice those truly in need of saving and help.”
Nodding in understanding, while it wasn’t ideal. You knew he wasn’t wrong. “T-that may be the case with few heroes, but there are others out there who care. Those who do everything they can to help, no matter what. Risking their lives, not caring for the money or fame that may come along with it. But that type of hero isn’t me, and it isn’t anyone I work with. It was never the money or the fame for me, for us. It's about doing what’s right.” It was only for a split second, but you could have sworn you had seen his eyes soften before quickly being taken over with the regular icy glare he usually wore. Scoffing before giving you a glance over.
“You know the pro hero Endeavor? The number one hero, you’ve worked with him, yeah.” The question confused you, of course he knew you had worked with Endeavor. That being one of the number one reasons as to why you were here in the first place. To give up everything you knew or had on him.
Hesitantly you nodded your head. “I think you already know the answer to that.”
His flames slowly dying down, he shakes his head. “Of course, but I must have been wrong. You only work with true heroes, you said it yourself.”
Your eyes quickly found his own, disbelief filling you and taking over your face. “Endeavor is one of the truest heroes i’ve ever met. He may come off as a big hard headed asshole, but he is the greatest hero I’ve ever had the pleasure of meeting.” Amusement stretched upon Dabi’s face. The fire that resided in his eyes only grew with his amusement as his own blue flames slowly crept and faded away.
“So naive.” He purred. A small hum sounded through his lips, all his flames gone except for one small flame dancing on his pointer finger. He started to pace, playing with the small flame. Contemplating something. Your eyes followed his every movement, hoping that it would give away whatever it may be he was thinking so intensely about.
It wasn’t until he stopped abruptly turning back towards you, pinching his fingers together and putting out the flame all while his gaze once again finding your own for the umpteenth time this night. Shrugging too himself he sluggishly walked over to you. Caressing your hair while bending down to be eye level with you. “It’s not like you’ll live past tonight anyway.” His eyes once again searching your face. “Might as well die knowing the truth.” It was the smile you received after that sentence that really sent chills throughout your entire body.
Frozen with fear, waiting to hear whatever it is that's so important to him. His face slowly leaning in towards your own, anticipation racing through you. Resting his forehead against your own he lets out a soft sigh. “I’m gonna let you in on a little secret of mine. So pay close attention, yeah.” His lips met your jaw giving it a little playful nip, before pulling back and sitting in front of you.
Leaning back on one hand while the other rests on his propped up knee, acting as if he hadn’t just told you tonight was indeed your last night alive. Bringing his head back, staring at the ceiling. Trying to figure out where to begin. Running a hand through his burnt black locks he finally looked back in your direction.
“You’ve been informed on quirk marriages before, correct? So I don’t need to go into explanation as to what one is?” Dabi questioned giving you a lazy look awaiting your answer. With a soft nod from you he looked away, starring absentmindedly before continuing on. “I was conceived with the sole purpose of creating a powerful quirk. One so powerful I myself would become the top hero.”
Your eyes widened as you finally understood what it was he was trying to get at, but before you could respond he began once more upon seeing your expression.
“My father was wealthy enough to pay my mother's family, forcing her into a marriage she didn’t want, with a man she hated. I was the first attempt, the first of two other ‘failures’ as my father liked to put it.” At every mention of his father his eyes only turned icy. “I was almost perfect too!” His eyes sparkled at the thought, much like a child's.
“But of course I wasn’t enough for him. You see I got most of my father’s features, his hair, eyes, and quirk-like ability. Though the most important feature I needed to become truly powerful I didn’t possess, his skin. I was born with my mother’s soft skinned features, much too weak to control or hold my fire.”
That explains all the burns…
If the room wasn’t already filled with an awkward tension it was now. What did he expect of you, a reply, sympathy, or did he want nothing from you but for you to listen?
It stayed silent for a while longer, you said nothing for he looked like he was always on the verge to add more, just trying to find the right words to perfect the story.
Trailing his hands along his burned flesh, dabi starts up again. “Sometimes I wonder if with a different situation, a more patient father, more understanding.. That maybe I would have learned and trained my skin to withstand my fire instead of burning, instead of looking like the freak I am today.” He slowly laid back, relaxing more. “Of course my skin wasn’t the only problem I portrayed. I was also incredibly small, being the twin who received the least amount of nutrition. I was smaller than my two younger siblings and stood at about the same height as my youngest third sibling. My father has always been on the more traditional side of things, so seeing such a small son, let alone the eldest son, he wasn't too proud.”
Closing his fixated eyes he let out a sigh. “Growing up it was just me and my two other siblings, after being deemed failures we were locked away from the world, from our youngest brother. Not allowed to associate with him for he wasn’t a failure, but perfect. Everything my father could have wished for and more. Things for my other two siblings were better though, you see they hardly got any of my father traits and took after my mother. She favored them over me because of it, she hated my father for what he did, it only made sense she’d hate me seeing as though I was a carbon copy of him.”
“Everywhere I went I wasn’t accepted or loved, I had my brother and sister but that was it. Nothing was left in this world for me.”
Tears were now streaming down your face, you weren’t sure if he had noticed yet. You couldn’t help but cry, to feel sorry. You had met and saved people all over, but not once had you heard something quite like this. Not once had you wanted to save and help someone more. “Dabi-” You started but you were soon cut off, not even given the chance to try to say something.
“Aw doll, are all those tears for me?” His face losing the once relaxed and calm features before slowly morphing into one of amusement. He rolled over and crawled towards you. Using the chairs handles to pull himself level with your face, pulling him close so he could inspect the tears you couldn’t stop from rolling down your face. Mmm he hummed. “I haven't even gotten to the best part yet, pet.” warm breath fanned against you before his tongue reached out, licking up a tear before pulling back and nuzzling into your neck. The actions leave you breathless.
“I was naive back then, wishing and praying just like you for someone to come and rescue me and my siblings. Hoping my father would become the hero everyone thought he was, that my mother would realize I’m not the man she hates, but her first born son. I depended on them, yet they gave me nothing.” His arms now wrapping around your torso, his head pushing further against the crook of your neck. You wanted to so badly wrap your arms around him, to give him the comfort he longed for. Yet the restraints that kept you bound to the chair made it impossible to do so.
“He tried working with my flames once more, pushing me, trying to get me to exceed all limitations. But it was hopeless, all it did was create more pain. I could hardly move, burns littered my body, worse than ever. I remember my mother walked by at one point, I looked at her for help. I don’t even remember her expression before my father interrupted. He was always an honest man, stating the truest words I’ve ever heard. ‘If you depend on others you’ll never know your place.’ It was then i finally understood everything, all the rage from my father, mother, siblings, heroes, and lastly my worthless quirk built up. I fire like no other erupted from me. It spread everywhere, covering everything. Everyone was distracted by the burning house and escaping left me behind. Behind to die. So I took the chance to run, to escape.
”Dabi pushed himself away from you turning and facing the wall. “I saw a story of my death on the news about a week later. ‘Pro hero's eldest son burns in his own flames after a quirk accident occurred in the residents' household.’ He didn’t even take time off to mourn, people were amazed. He played it off as wanting to help those in need cause he couldn’t even save his own son, but that was all a lie, he could hardly care I was ‘dead’. He got so much praise for it, used it to his advantage to try and climb higher in the ranks, though it didn’t work. Nothing could ever beat the number one hero All Might, until now of course.”
He ran a hand through his black hair. “The new number one hero, everyone's new favorite. Is really just a fraud and a villain in disguise.” Turning his eyes on you once more. Those eyes, an ocean blue you had seen all the time in your close long term friend Enji Todoroki.
Touya
Your eyes scanned Dabi’s or now Touya’s face searching for the lie, any lie in what he had said. You couldn’t find one, not a single one. The only lie you could find was the many lies your own friend and colleague Enji Todoroki, Touya Todoroki’s father, had told you. All of it was a lie, the friendship, his work, all of it.
You finally understood Touya, understood his pain, suffering. You could never truly be able to understand but you understood enough, enough to want to help, to save, to get lost in those beautiful turquoise eyes.
“Touya-”
“Dont.” he quickly cut you off. “That name died the day I saw I was dead in the news.”
You nod quickly. “D-dabi.” You trip over your words, trying to find the right way to express what you were feeling, how you long to know what he was feeling at this very moment. “There's still hope, we can fix this mess together with you and I. You can get help, I can help. None of this is your fault, not truly at least. People will understand, I understand. You don’t have to do this alone anymore.” You pulled at the restraint more than ever now, wanting to run to him. “ I want to help, I wish I had helped. That we could have met sooner, that someone would have seen sooner-”
He laughs. His smile stretching far, his staples pulling in ways they shouldn’t. If it weren’t for the fact he had burned his tear ducts away, he might have cried. “You still don’t get it! They didn’t see it, not because they didn’t notice but because they didn’t want to notice. No one helped, and no one can help. Not then, not now, not ever.”
He stalks over to you, crouching down and grabbing hold of your cheek. Softly rubbing it, eyes growing soft, hurt. Dabi looks into your eyes with longing.
“It’s a shame things had to turn out this way, that I can’t keep you all to myself. I found you quite beautiful and talking to you was on a whole new level therapeutic.” He moved in closer, resting his forehead against your own. Finally he made one last move, leaning up and placing a soft kiss on your forehead.
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A/N: Hey so this is my first time writing fan-fiction as well as posting it... Erm yeah. I got the idea while listening to my play list and the song Open Up Your Eyes from the MLP movie came on and after reading a super angsty song-fic.
#angst#songfic#bnha#bnha fiction#boku no hero imagines#boku no hero acadamia#dabi#dabi image#dabi x reader#x reader#reader insert#touya#touya x reader#dabi is a todoroki#my hero academia#my hero academia imagines#my hero academia x reader#my hero academia insert#boku no hero x reader#bnha x reader#mha x reader#y/n#dabi x y/n#touya x y/n
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captain allen appreciation week 2020 day 3: coffee
summary: three times allen, coffee hater, is offered coffee, one time he drinks coffee, and one time he offers coffee.
notes:
mass effect: andromeda au. connor is the human pathfinder. hank is his second. 60 is called clement here and is a member of the team. allen is an exile they recruited.
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‘Coffee, Lou?’
No one has called him that for so long that it takes Allen a few seconds to realize that Clement is talking to him. Looking up from the pistol he is cleaning - a nice Carnifex that Hank and Connor, for some reason, bought but never used - he sees that the younger Ryder is holding a steaming cup in his hands carefully.
‘There’s only one cup,’ Allen says, dumbfounded. The lack of resources allows the Pathfinder team a lot of liberties and neither the Pathfinder nor his second are picky about the people on their team, but someone who is supposedly working for the Nexus being friendly to him… he’s still getting used to it.
‘I realized that you have not had the pleasure to have my mother’s coffee,’ Clement explains, ‘so I made one for you. It’s made from real beans.’
‘You went all the way back to the Hyperion,’ Allen stares. Hard. Should it make sense? ‘To make me coffee. While there’s a coffee maker right next door.’ He gestures at the door.
A shrug. ‘Why not? Connor and Hank won’t be back for a few more hours at least. I have time and...’ he averts his gaze and...is that a blush? ‘I want to share this with you. It has always been a great source of comfort for me.’
‘Comfort, huh?’ Allen wonders, pondering how to reject the man politely. He never likes coffee that much, the drink too bitter for his taste and the caffeine making his heart race and making him feel like he’s going to have a heart attack for hours, but what - or who - he does like is Clement. Dreamy, easily-distracted Clement who probably just wants to share his deceased mother’s coffee with his new friend (are they even friends?) when his brother and not-quite brother-in-law are out there being the heroes of the cluster by dealing with bureaucrats. ‘Why don’t you make one for yourself?’
‘I… I don’t want to waste good coffee.’
Clement looks so unsure now that Allen wants to stand up to hug him. ‘You drink it,’ the former exile tells him. ‘I don’t like coffee anyways.’
Clement visibly relaxes. Taking a sip of Actual Milky Way Bean Juice, he asks, ‘Can I watch you?’
The question comes so suddenly that Allen’s brain fails to deliver anything. ‘Uh…’ he indicates the disassembled pistol and the assorted mods scattered around the triangular table. ‘If you want to see me piece all this back together, sure. Go ahead.’
The other man slides smoothly onto the couch and sits close to Allen, the smell of coffee assaulting him and nearly making him sneeze. At this proximity, he can feel the heat radiating off Clement, and when he reaches for the parts he placed far away, he discovers that he can’t do so without pressing against the younger Ryder twin.
Clement doesn’t move away. Neither does Allen ask him to.
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‘Coffee, Lou?’
‘They have coffee?’
Allen is exhausted from the fight against - what’s that called again? Ah - the Architect. Sure, he grew up in the middle of nowhere in Alaska, but fighting a robot as tall as a building in a -50ºC cold is not fun at all. My scientists went missing his ass. That damned thing was a nightmare and caught them unaware, and he hopes that he’ll never have to deal with one again. It took four of them - Connor, Hank, Clement, and Allen himself - half an hour to take down that thing.
And of course the Initiative wants a fucking report.
‘Yes,’ says Clement from his seat next to Allen. ‘Coffee is considered an essential substance for every Initiative outpost. Taerve Uni possesses an abundant supply.’
No matter how much Allan blinks, the blur of the words doesn’t fade away. ‘Don’t like coffee.’
‘But it looks like you need some.’
‘I don’t -’ His jaw cracks open in another yawn. OK. Maybe he isn’t as awake as he thinks he is. ‘Stil no fucking coffee for me, though.’
‘Understood.’
Allen puts the datapad aside and takes a good look at Clement, noting his drooping eyelids and the way his eyes are unfocused. Someone is as tired as him.
‘Where’s your brother?’ Allen asks when he notices the absence of the Pathfinder and his second-in-command.
‘On the Tempest.’
The former exile very nearly cracks his head open on the table. ‘Did you just watch me work my ass off and decided not to tell me that our bosses are fucking resting?’
Clement looks taken aback. ‘I thought - I don’t wish to interrupt you.’
Allen sighs. ‘Listen, I - I appreciate that,’ he says as he digs a knuckle into his eye, ‘but you don’t have to follow me around. You can go back first. I see you’re tired.’
‘But I want to spend more time with you!’
The silence ensured is thick enough to be cut through with an omni-blade. Clement, as if just realizing what he said, blushes a very lovely shade of pink before putting his face in his hands.
It is adorable.
Allen chuckles. ‘Look at me, Clement.’
The twin peers at him through the gaps between his fingers. Chuckling, the older man removes Clement’s hands from his face, and he laces their fingers together instead of letting go. Clement goes impossibly redder.
‘I want to spend more time with you too,’ Allen says. Stumbling for words, he adds, ‘I like you. A lot.’ Fuck. He’s so out of practice. ‘I think,’ he leans closer so that they’re breathing the same air, ‘getting together will be a great idea.’
A small, whispered ‘Yes!’ from Clement, and the next moment they are kissing; just a gentle press of their lips, Allen’s hands flying to the back of Clement’s head while Clement traces Allen’s cheekbone, and they’re grinning at each other like idiots when they part for air.
‘Should we go back?’ Allen suggests, his voice low. Clement shivers. ‘Crew’s quarters should be empty at this time. We can watch a vid. Hoard all the blankets and cuddle underneath them.’
Clement kisses him again.
‘I’ll take that as a yes.’
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‘Coffee, Lou?’
‘Don’t like coffee.’
‘I know. However, seeing that you’re not planning to go to sleep, you’ll need something to keep you up.’
‘As if this is not enough?’ Allen waves his datapad. ‘A space station as large as a metropolis? The angara - created? The Scourge - a weapon of mass destruction? How -’ realizing that his voice is raising, he takes a deep breath to calm down - ‘How can you be so calm about this?’
Clement blinks, his face devoid of any expression. ‘Calm, or numb?’
Allen feels like an idiot. ‘Clement, I’m so sorry.’
‘It’s alright,’ says the other man gently. Sliding into Allen’s lap, Clement wraps his arms around the older man’s waist and hooks his chin on his shoulder. ‘You’re not the only one who’s shocked.’
‘I keep telling myself that if I know more about the network, I’ll be less terrified of it.’ A sigh. ‘Evidently, it only makes things worse. Now I’m not even sure if I want to stay in Heleus.’
‘There’s no me outside of Heleus.’
Allen hums. ‘You’re right,’ he kisses Clement’s temple. ‘Stay with me?’
‘Go sleep with me. Connor will want you at peak condition.’
Ah yes. The classic ‘blame everything on my brother’ excuse. ‘Of course.’
He switches off the datapad and promptly picks Clement up with his arms supporting his thighs. Clement shrieks in surprise and wraps his legs around Allen’s waist, cheeks turning pink and giggling uncontrollably even after Allen carefully deposits him onto the lower bunk farther away from the bathroom, the one they have been sharing for the past couple of months as they sail around the cluster and fix everyone’s mess. It is small and low, made for one average-sized person, but they make do by having Clement sleep with half his body on top of Allen. Or having Allen crush Clement underneath him with his bulk, which has become their preferred position to sleep in. They get to stay close to each other, so although cramped, they won’t have it any other way.
Allen presses a kiss onto the nape of Clement’s neck. ‘Night.’
‘Night, Lou.’
----
Allen loses track of how long he’s been sitting there simply looking at Clement.
They have Meridian. They have the coordinates. They have a fleet of Remnant ships. They’re supposed to make for a final push towards the heart of the network. They’re supposed to, at fucking last, make Heleus their new home.
Not the Archon taking the Hyperion. Not SAM being disconnected from the Ryder twins. Not Connor scrambling his brains to try to summon even more Remnant to help fight the kett.
Not Clement nearly dying because he apparently needs SAM to survive.
The med bay door opens and Hank steps in, looking like he’s just aged ten years, his eyes cold and harsh like Alaskan winters.
But his tone is warm when he asks Allen, ‘How’s he?’
Allen holds Clement’s hand to ground himself. ‘Bad. If we don’t retake SAM soon… Heleus will have a lot less kett by the time I’m done. How’s Connor?’
‘He’s gotten used to SAM boosting his physiology, so the crash is a bitch. But he’ll live. He’s just sleeping it away. And, uh,’ a shrug, ‘don’t suppose you have contacts with some of the exiles?’
‘Not much,’ Allen says. ‘I didn’t exactly play with the folks from Kadara or Elaaden.’
‘“Not much”? So you do have contacts?’
‘Believe it or not, quite a number of people left for Eos and started their own governments there.’ At Hank’s skeptical eyebrow, he continues, ‘Most of them owe me their lives. I can try to contact them, but seeing that they live in caves, I doubt many of them are space-worthy.’
‘There’s no harm in trying,’ says the N7. ‘If they can’t go to Meridian, they can at least defend Prodromos while most of their personnel are gone.’
Allen nods in understanding, and Hank leaves to presumably return to Connor’s side. As the door to Pathfinder’s Quarters closes, he lets go very reluctantly and goes to the crew quarters to make himself a cup of coffee. Sure, stim packs might have worked better than caffeine, but he doesn’t know how long it will be until everyone’s ready to launch an assault against the Archon, and he cannot afford the crash after the effects of the stim pack is worn off; coffee, no matter how bad it tastes, is the best option he has.
If only Clement can see this.
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‘Coffee, Clement?’
Clement looks into the most beautiful green eyes he’s ever seen when he wakes up. The smell of coffee - not the shitty ones on the Tempest but the ones from his mother’s coffee maker - fills the air, and when he receives the sweetest of kisses from his boyfriend, he knows that they’ve won.
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My 15 Favorite Isekai Manga
1. That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime
Satoru Mikami is an ordinary 37 year old corporate worker living in Tokyo. He is almost content with his monotonous life, despite the fact that he doesn't have a girlfriend. During a casual encounter with his colleague, an assailant pops out of nowhere and stabs him. While succumbing to his injuries, a mysterious voice echoes in his mind and recites a series of commands which he could not make sense of.
After regaining consciousness, Satoru discovers that he has been reincarnated as a Slime in an unfamiliar world. At the same time, he also acquires new-found skills, particularly the ability called "Predator," which allows him to devour anything and mimic its appearance and skills. He stumbles upon Veldora, a Catastrophe-level 'Storm Dragon', who was sealed for 300 years for reducing a town to ashes. Feeling sorry for him, Satoru befriends the dragon, promising to help him in destroying the seal. In return, Veldora bestows upon him the name Rimuru Tempest, to grant him divine protection.
Now free from his stale past life, Rimuru embarks on a quest to prove his worth. As he starts to get used to his current physique, word of his weird accomplishments start to spread like wildfire across the world, changing his fate completely.
2. The Scholar’s Reincarnation
A martial artist, claiming himself to be a “murderer” is defeated by a suicide attack in battle and is reborn as a first born child to a local lord. Having a fresh start, a warm family and a little sister to protect – he decides to become a better person in his new life.
3. Tensei Kizoku no Isekai Boukenroku ~Jichou wo Shiranai Kamigami no Shito~
Shiina Kazuya, our protagonist who got killed by a stranger when he tried to protect his childhood friend and little sister, reincarnated into Cain Von Silford as the third son in the world of sword and magic.
Cain grew up being surrounded by Gods who doesn’t know self-esteem, the upper noble and the girls who are swayed around him.
Being given so many protection from the gods, He overcame any obstacle (aka Flags) while hiding his unbelievable status. The noble path fantasy story of a young boy who sometimes wicked and clumsy.
4. They Say I Was Born A King’s Daughter
After spending most of her youth fielding the attention of countless wealthy suitors, Suhee Kim finally finds true love with a steady boyfriend named Jinsu Han. But then tragedy strikes, and Suhee is murdered in cold blood.
To Suhee’s surprise, she is immediately reincarnated as a baby girl named Sanghee Kim, who just so happens to be a princess! Plus, she is fully conscious of her past life.
There’s just one problem: In this society, women are seen as totally inferior, even princesses. Appalled by the treatment of women, Sanghee is determined to change the kingdom’s patriarchal ways. Will Sanghee be able to succeed, or will she be stuck living her second life being treated as a lowly woman?
5. Parallel World Pharmacy
A young pharmacologist and researcher in Japan died from overworking, and was reincarnated in a Medieval Parallel Europe. He was reincarnated as a 10-year-old apprentice to a famous Royal Court pharmacist, had attained an inhuman skills of ability to see through disease, material creation, and material destruction. In a society in which dubious medical practice are rampant, price gouging thru the monopoly of the pharmacist guild, and good medicine aren't available to the commoners. He was recognized by the Emperor at that time and opened a Pharmacy at the corner of the town. He will wipe out the fraud that has swept the world, and deliver to the commoners a truly effective medicine that was developed using present day pharmacology. Thus the boy pharmacist will cheat by using his previous knowledge to create innovative medicines while helping the people of the parallel world, a story about living his new life to the fullest this time.
6. I Am A Child Of This House
“Pink Eyes” has always lived a relatively normal (?) life, with two exceptions: first, she has gained memories of her previous life as Seo Young, and second, she is someone’s illegitimate daughter in I Am a Child of This House Manga.
One day however, when she turns 11 years old, her prostitute mother takes her to the empire’s sole duke and claims her as his child. Although he seems to not believe her, he nevertheless buys “Pink Eyes” for 20,000 gold. With that, her new life as “Estelle” starts.
But what truly awaits her? And is she really a child of this house?
7. Daughter of the Emperor
Ariadna Lereg Ilestri Pre Agrigent. And so my life begins with this ridiculously long name, born to royalty and the center of attention — all because of one dangerous man; the veritably insane tyrant king, ruthless conqueror of ten empires, nightmare of all continents… and my father?! Will I be able to survive this maniac?
8. The Cute Little Granny Hinata-chan
Worldly knowledge and artistic refinement! Hinata-chan is on a completely different level to your average toddler. But she has a secret... that she's the reincarnation of an 88 year old grandma, with her memories intact! Enjoying green tea on the veranda, a taste for pickles, and an old-fashioned dialect! Why has she been reincarnated? A comedy full of old-wives wisdom.
9. Isekai de Mofumofu Nadenade Suru Tame ni Ganbattemasu
After various things happened, I got an ability from God and reincarnated to another world! While being watched over by my high-spec family, the super ordinary me fully enjoyed other world life. Using the ability I received from God, I had a daily life of just fluffing and petting fantasy animals. There are some shady movements too, but while being led by the nose by God, I’ll do my best at various things with my cheat-like comrades!
10. In Another World, I’m Called: The Black Healer
One day, 22-year-old Kanzaki Misuzu is suddenly transported to a strange world. Based on the pop-up screens she can access, it seems she's entered some kind of RPG as a magic user! Luckily, she can use the gaming skills she acquired as an otaku to make her way in this new world. But before she knows it, people start calling her "the Black Healer"!!
11. The Youngest Princess
The archmage who ruled over a magic kingdom.
One day, she was reborn as the youngest daughter of the empire!
“I’ll just play along and pretend to be a baby.
...But don’t you think you guys like me a little too much?”
They won’t leave her alone.
The youngest princess is tired today as well.
12. Freeter ga Jimini Isekai Teni suru
Meet Tanaka. He’s a 26-year-old freeter - a guy who makes his living on various part-time jobs. He works in warehouses, directs traffic, and generally does whatever work he can find in order to get paid.
However, recently Tanaka has had a problem. He occasionally is transported into another world, usually in front of people who need help. Knowing nothing, can Tanaka add another part-time job to his repertoire?
13. The Small Sage Will Try Her Best In The Different World From Lv.1!
Kujo Yuuri, who had been playing Elysia Online, finally changed her occupation to the sage of her desire. Then, she was asked whether to go to the true Elyasia or not and selected [Yes], and somehow went to another world. Furthermore, she became a small child.
The small sage Yuuri and her companions’ love and adventure fantasy.
14. Beauty and the Beasts
As soon as she fell into the world of beast men, a leopard forcibly took her back to his home. Indeed, Bai Jingjing is at a complete and utter loss. The males in this world are all handsome beyond compare, while the women are all so horrid that even the gods shudder at their sight. As a first-rate girl from the modern world (she's even a quarter Russian), Bai Jingjing finds herself sitting at the center of a harem filled with beautiful men -- at the very peak of existence.
15. The Beast and His Pet High School Girl
On the way home from school, Kashiwagi Aki is kidnapped and finds herself in a world populated entirely by beastmen. She ends up in a pet store where the overzealous and impulsive wolfman Zinovy becomes infatuated with her and buys her on sight. Thus begins their strange and chaotic, albeit incredibly cute life.
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All New Aftermath
This is half of chapter 1 of a WIP I started. I don’t know much cause I’m new to writing long form work and while I think I’m half decent I think I could learn lots from here. Anyways , here’s some 1600-ish words, tell me where I can Improve please.
Endless Day
“Hell is empty , all the devils are here.”
That line , one line , from hundreds of years ago , written by a man who imagined spectacles ahead of his time. That line , stuck since I had first heard it. How many months has it been? Seven? Eight? It's eight I think… yes eight. Eight months ago I joined them and on day one they put that line on the board and left the room. We were perplexed first. What did it mean? What did we have to do? Explain it? Were we supposed to use this line to answer a question? Find who said it? Who wrote it? The whole room was flying off the walls in just twenty minutes , every trainee was agitated and confused , well except for a few. There was this one over at the wall outlet , charging his phone , earbuds in , he was looking at something. An animated show or something , he was several rows over and I have bad vision past like five meters. He was oblivious, I assume , to the sound of thirty or so students arguing very loudly around him. He seemed unfazed , even more concentrated on his show the longer they argued. I found him strange , sort of , interesting. I watched him for about five minutes until I felt the burn of two focused eyes at the back of my neck. Some girl , yet again , several rows back , was being a hawk. Her predatory gaze , ever so vigilant , maybe a bit too vigilant , as she must have been lost in her thoughts as she kept staring at me. I couldn't tell what the guy looked like cause he was looking elsewhere , but I can profile this girl the best I can. Hair first , brown i think , dark brown … looked extremely natural and that drew me in. it ended just below her shoulders for the most i could have told from my angle. Her eyes were black , carbon wasn't dark enough to be compared to these eyes. Gliding downwards … her nose was small and her lips were the colour of- I don't know. I am terrible at describing people. Her lips were some other beauty i can say myself , a pale pinkish highlight on her fair face. Hmm . wait no I’m thinking of her again too much. FOCUS! Yes. I didn't know if we locked eyes yet so I made a face. An ugly one. I squinted my eyes and bared my teeth. When I stopped squinting about a second after , I noticed she stopped looking at me. I noticed something else. The class … was quiet. The fuss from before was calmed and I turned around to some painfully bad timing. The instructor , we’ll calm him Sir. Isaac , stood in front of me. This man was terrifying. He was Swedish or Swiss maybe. He was an albino regardless. His hair was white even though he was in his late twenties and his voice was commanding , much more so than the Commander. Ironic, I tell myself. He is looking at me with those dead black eyes that pierce your soul. I was frozen , I couldn't breathe , i couldn't move , i was locked in this gaze. Then he spoke.
“To the front … Alex was it? That doesn't matter , I need you to answer something for us”
My body moved before I thought of it and in no time I was in front of the board , staring back at thirty silent observers waiting to see what my doom might be. Isaac shifted his gaze from me to the line on the board. “About half an hour ago I left the class to find a reason as to why I gave this line , the only clue , the line” he declared , his voice reaching the most nether corners of the room. “This morning , Alex , will answer our first question , then the disrespectful child over there with the earbuds in and that one at the back , Miss Clay I believe.”
Heart racing too fast for me to handle , this man’s presence was choking the air around him and was choking me too. “Okay , where is this line from?” he asked me right away. I-i don't know this , this is such a simple line it doesn't ring any bells. It sounded like it had a meaning though. Maybe I could guess and be wrong and proud. My old essay teacher in sixth grade said if I did not know an answer , I should answer the best I could , even if I was wrong , even if I knew. Said that I should always give support to my reply and always sound certain. I have never found real use of this skill but I think of it all the time. By now , ten seconds had passed , the atmosphere was gaining tension , and I needed to speak.
“It’s from Shakespeare Sir , I knew.”
Isaac looked surprised? I was right perhaps? That’s ama- “Yes Mr. Alex but which play or poem?”
He winded me , I don't know this. Why would I? Shakespeare wrote so much stuff. I myself have only read two plays but maybe I could answer… “The Tempest , Sir”. Isaac yet again looked impressed. I think I’m saved for no- “Which Act?”
HUH? What , why is he not letting me go? “Act One Sir” … Isaac looked over to the class and back to me intensely. He looked like he was disappointed , for some reason I feel that his impression earlier was just his initial reaction to me. I feel like I have failed this man already. “Which scene?” Hmm. I don't know , man. Wait , this feels off…
“Sir wait , weren’t you supposed to ask us one question each?”
“I don't care child , when i ask you a question you answer , no back talk.”
“But , this is a mind game is it not? I am supposed to have only answered one question since you said so!”
“No. You are wrong , I had asked for a location for this line , you have not given a full answer yet. You keep guessing and you keep thinking that you don't know , you keep thinking about everything except the one thing I asked , maybe you can just go sit down and not speak to me for the rest of the term. You should not question my question when you yourself cannot answer one.”
I-I was… He… what? My heart sank deep inside. I felt helpless. “I …” paused. I don't know what to say. He shut me up for good. I walked back up the aisle without looking back , back to my desk when just as I arrived at my seat… “Heh , how is he here?”
The earbuds dude. Put his phone away , earbuds hanging off his ears , head tilted sideways , looking forward but talking to me behind him. “They picked us because we were promising candidates from our region , the Caribbean for us specifically. We all boast a skill that makes us eligible on the global stage , you don't seem too physically intact so I guessed you were a smart ass or something. Nah. You’re too not good for this. Anyways Sir White-as-Milk , the dunce is right , The Tempest Act One Scene Two , i think it was that Ariel said that Ferdinand said that.”
Isaac was silent , his face tilted down and eyes fixated to his shoes. “Sir white-as-what?” Isaac’s voice blew up and he started staring down the earbuds kid. I did not take a seat yet , I was stunned by what was inevitably about to happen but what got to me more is not that it happened but how it happened.
“Yes sir White-AS-Mi-!” a solid and loud thud came after followed by a flurry of “What?” , “Whoa!” , “Holy Shit!” and “How!?”.
The time it took the earbuds kid to say that line , Sir. Isaac had flown up the twenty or so foot distance , grabbed the kid by the neck and threw him to the wall. He kneeled down to the boy , clearly in lots of pain and said with a not so subtle rage in his voice “If I am Sir White-As-Milk then you shall be Mr.Full-Body-Cast!” Isaac stood up and dusted his coat off , his slowly rising glance silenced the gasps of the room. “Well I guess I can’t hide the reason you all are here anymore , you were set to find out in a week from now but this ass had to piss me off. Okay , so… you are all here to fight ghosts with high tech equipment in high danger zones of the world with most minimal training.” He looked around the room at the dropped jaws and panicking teens and sighed. “If you want to not do this job you can leave , I promise we won't shoot you on the way out and remove your family from all records of existence. I promise on your life.” Isaac was harsh but honest in his words. He did not seem to enjoy us. “Go to your dorms , training for today is off and wait. I want someone to tell me what this line means by this afternoon.”
And then Isaac left the room , students went crazy but all left slowly anyways. They got phone numbers et cetera , I didn't have a mobile device so I didn't care. On the way back to the dorms I walked alone , I didn't want to believe what just just happened , what was going to happen or what the whole reality of the situation was. I got to my room first , I was too tired to unpack my stuff so my suitcase was on my bed. Nowhere to rest I walked out to the hallway where I would meet someone Ii did not expect to speak to for a long time coming. She didn't say high , just started walking and signaled me to follow. This afternoon already started early in the morning and would stop even if I wanted it to.
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Star Trek: Lower Decks Episode 9 Easter Eggs & References
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This Star Trek: Lower Decks article contains spoilers for Episode 9. You can read our review here.
If you started watching new Star Trek in the past ten years, that means your introduction to the franchise might have been the J.J. Abrams reboot films. From 2005 to 2017, there wasn’t any new Trek on TV, making the movies the only representatives of new stories set in the Final Frontier. This was also true for a big chunk of the 80s, before The Next Generation debuted in 1987. Arguably, without the success of the Trek films — either in the ‘80s or in the ‘00s — subsequent renaissances of Trek on TV wouldn’t have been possible. The latest episode Star Trek: Lower Decks is fully aware of this fact, and in episode 9 of season 1 — “Crisis Point” — the show tips its hat to the larger-than-life cinematic voyages of Starfleet.
Along the way, there are references to all 13 Star Trek feature films, at least two versions of Star Trek that were never made, and one iconic shout-out to Aliens. Here’s all the Easter eggs and references we caught in Lower Decks episode 9, “Crisis Point.”
They’re eating those guys!
The lizard aliens Mariner is trying to liberate seem to be oppressed by an alien that looks suspiciously like an Antican. In the TNG episode “Lonely Among Us,” the Anticans were self-described carnivores who kind of looked like dogs. In that episode, the Anticans were rivals with a reptilian-like species called the Selay. These lizard people don’t look like the Selay, but the reference seems clear.
This is the ‘80s!
Mariner complains about how she doesn’t need therapy because “this is the eighties!” She’s right! Lower Decks takes place in 2380 and depending on how much time has passed in Season 1, we might be in 2381. This also seems like a reference to the fact that even though we think of TNG as a ‘90s show, it debuted in 1987.
Mariner’s therapist is Paul F. Tompkins
The bird-like therapist (maybe an Aurelian?) is played by Paul F. Tompkins. In our universe, Tompkins is the co-host of the current official Star Trek Podcast; The Pod Directive, along with Tawny Newsome, the voice of Becket Mariner.
Da Vinci on the Holodeck
When Mariner enters the holodeck, Tendi, Boimler, and Rutherford are all shooting skeet with Leonardo da Vinci. This references da Vinci’s appearances as a holodeck character on Star Trek: Voyager, as played by Jonathan Rhys-Davies. However, this is also, possibly a reference to an unused script idea for a TNG feature film that was never made. Because this entire episode is about movie-versions of Trek, it seems possible that this is a slight nod to a script called Star Trek: Renaissance, which was developed shortly before First Contact became the second TNG film. In that unfilmed script, Data would have traveled back in time and become da Vinci’s apprentice. Really!
Boimler’s simulated crew
Boimler creating an entire holographic version of the Cerritos crew has several precedents, but the most on-the-nose episode being reference is probably the Voyager episode “Worst Case Scenario.” In that one, Tuvok created a holonovel that simulated a situation in which the Maquis tried to retake the USS Voyager. The simulation even meant that Tom Paris encountered his holographic self at one point, which is exactly what happens with Mariner later in the episode.
Opening credits
The opening credits to Mariner’s “movie,” are mostly reminiscent of the opening credits to Star Trek II: The Wrath of Khan, although the warping streaks behind the letters recall a brief title style used by The Next Generation during the season 5. The way the letters are flying past the Lower Deckers might reference the opening credits to the original Christopher Reeve-starring Superman film from 1978.
“You were kind of a Xon, to be honest”
Mariner says that in her movie, Boimler would be “kind of a Xon,” and that he might not make the final cut. This references David Gautreaux’s Vulcan character Xon, from the unmade ‘70s series Star Trek Phase II. Xon was intended as a kind of replacement for Spock because, at that time, it was unclear if Leonard Nimoy would return for the role. David Gautreaux does appear in Star Trek: The Motion Picture as a human named Commander Branch.
Artistic license
When the Cerritos is sent to track down a mysterious imposter starship, Boimler says “If this was actually happening, they’d send the Enterprise, but you know, artistic license.” This references the Enterprise itself, obviously, but also the idea that in several Trek movies, the Enterprise is bizarrely the only ship available to respond to a distress call or strange situation. In The Wrath of Khan, the Enterprise is sent on a dangerous mission involving a top-secret project. In Generations, the Enterprise-B is the “only ship in range” to assist refugee ships caught in an energy ribbon. In both cases, it feels odd that the Enterprise is the only ship that can help out, but you know, artistic license.
The long approach via shuttlecraft
Think it took a long time for the shuttlecraft to land on the Cerritos? This is an extended joke that references the loooong wordless scene in The Motion Picture in which Kirk and Scotty lovingly stare at the newly refitted Enterprise until, eventually, docking and getting on the ship. In TMP, the reason why Kirk and Scotty make the long approach via shuttlecraft (rather than just beaming over) is that the transporters aren’t actually working. But, in subsequent Treks, from TNG’s “All Good Things…” to “Caretaker” in Voyager, people tend to take shuttles to get onto big starships, even if it makes zero sense. Perhaps the only scene like this that makes actual sense (other than TMP) was in the first episode of Enterprise. In 2151, the transporters weren’t reliable!
Lens flare
The bridge of the Cerritos is bathed in lens flare, referencing the extensive use of this camera technique in the J.J Abrams-directed, 2009 Star Trek reboot film.
Warp Me!
Captain Freeman saying “Warp Me!” references her workshopping a catchphrase in the earlier Lower Decks episode, “Envoys.” In that episode, she wondered if “It’s Warp Time!” was a good thing to say before ordering the ship into warp.
The “movie” warp speed effect
When the Cerritos jumps into warp, the effect is way more bombastic than on the show. This references the warping effect in Star Trek Into Darkness, but also the rainbow warp speed effect from Star Trek: The Motion Picture.
“Our revels now are ended”
As Vindicta, Mariner says “Hell is empty and the devils are here” and also, “Our revels now are ended.” Ransom asks, “Is she quoting The Tempest?” The answer is yes, which not only references The Tempest by William Shakespeare but also the fact that General Chang (Christopher Plummer) said “Our revels now are ended, Kirk!” as he was attacking the Enterprise in Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country. More recently, Picard quoted The Tempest during Data’s “death” in the season finale of Star Trek: Picard, “Et in Arcadia Ego, Part 2.”
Mariner’s energy weapon
The super-destructive phaser used by Vindicta/Mariner has a similar vaporizing effect as lasers used in the TNG “As Loud as a Whisper.”
The pah-wraiths and Jax’s giant phaser
In the Cerritos bar, Jax says “When you get to hell, tell the pah-wraiths that Jax sent you; special delivery from Bajor!” The pah-wraiths are the “evil” versions of the Bajorian prophets, which first appeared in the DS9 episode “The Assignment.” Jax’s giant phaser seems to be a reference to a huge weapon Guinan busted-out in the bar in the TNG episode “Night Terrors.” The design of this phaser rifle also seems a lot like one of the giant weapons used by Khan (Benedict Cumberbatch) in Star Trek Into Darkness.
The Pirates Orions
Tendi pushes back against the stereotype that all Orions are pirates and slavers. The Orions were first established in TOS episodes “The Cage,” and “Whom Gods Destroy,” and later in the TAS episode “The Pirates of Orion.” It wasn’t until the Enterprise episode “Bound” when it was revealed that certain Orion “slaves” were actually manipulating their “masters” to create an illusion of who has the real power. Tendi isn’t the first Orion we’ve seen serving in Starfleet — Uhura’s roommate Galia (Rachel Nichols) Star Trek 2009 was Orion — but it’s never been fully explained the relationship between the Orions and the Federation. In TOS, TAS and in the Short Treks episode “The Escape Artist,” we get the general idea that every aspect of Orion society is connected to crime and pirating. Tendi points out this isn’t true, and that some Orions haven’t been pirates for “over five years!” So, it sounds like some kind of Orion reform happened in 2375!
The destruction of the Cerritos
When the Cerritos burns up in the atmosphere of the planet, the effect is similar to the way the Enterprise burned up in the atmosphere of the Genesis planet in Star Trek III: The Search For Spock. But, when the saucer crashes on the planet’s surface, that references the saucer crash of the Enterprise-D in Star Trek: Generations. The Enterprise’s saucer also crashes on the surface of a planet in Star Trek Beyond.
Weird movie beaming
Rutherford says he uses a “a rapid repeating transport sequence” to beam the entire crew to safety. Billups is utterly confused as to how this is possible, and Rutherford says “No, it’s a movie you can beam whatever- you can do all sorts of beaming stuff in a movie!” This references several times that beaming tech in Trek film has been downright miraculous, as opposed to the slightly more reasonable beaming in TV series. In Star Trek: Generation, Scotty is able to beam 47 people off of one ship with a touch of a button. In Star Trek (2009) Spock helps Kirk and Scotty beam from a planet and onto a moving ship traveling at warp. In Star Trek Beyond, Scotty converts a cargo transporter so it can beam up dozens of people at the same time. In The Voyage Home the crew beam up some humpback whales. You get it.
Get off my mom, you bitch!
Holographic Mariner’s battlecry against Vindicta is not a Trek reference! This line is a reference to the climax of Alien in which Ripley said “Get away from her, you bitch!”
Toby Targ on Halloween
Mariner apparently dressed as “Toby the Targ” when she was a kid for Halloween. A targ is a type of Klingon pet that kind of looks like a dog crossed with a pig. The educational children’s character “Toby the Targ,” comes from Voyager. B’Elanna Torres owned a plush Toby the Targ, and the Doctor was familiar with the publisher of the “Toby the Targ ” stories, Broht & Forrester.
Rickety catwalk
Throughout the episode Mariner is obsessed with having a fight on a “rickety catwalk.” This probably references the ending of Star Trek: Generations, in which Kirk and Picard fight Dr. Soren on a series of rickety catwalks. But, Riker and his duplicate, Thomas Riker, also have a big confrontation on a rickety catwalk in the TNG episode “Second Chances.”
Do you like turtle necks or just standard uniforms?
Boimler absent-mindedly asks Captain Freeman if she likes “turtlenecks or just standard uniforms.” This seems to indicate that the DS9-style turtleneck uniforms might still be in service in some parts of Starfleet in 2380. Either that, or Boimler is wishing those uniforms could make a comeback.
Mariner is buried in rocks
Captain Freeman buries the body of the holographic Mariner in a strange grave made of rocks. This references the ending of Star Trek; Generations, where Picard buries Kirk in the exact same way. Why did Picard not wait to have Kirk’s body taken back to a starship? Why would Freeman have her daughter buried on a random planet? It’s a movie! Don’t ask questions!
Vindicta’s return
Before being shot by da Vinci, Vindicta rises out of a photon torpedo tube. This references the ending of The Wrath of Khan, which shows that Spock’s casket landed on the Genesis Planet. During the filming of the The Wrath, this scene was actually filmed at the last minute, and was overseen by Robert Sallin because director Nicholas Meyer was opposed to hinting that Spock was still alive. In other words, the photon torpedo casket was a small retcon inside of The Wrath of Khan, which is why it’s fitting to have it as the coda in this episode. Just when you think it’s over — somebody’s gonna rise from the dead.
Da Vinci shooting Vindicta with a shotgun could be reference to the very first episode of Enterprise — “Broken Bow” — when a farmer shoots a Klingon with a shotgun in the first scene.
Signatures at the end
At the very end, all four of the Lower Deckers sign their names in spacey blue ink across a starfield. This references the ending of Star Trek VI: The Undiscovered Country in which all seven cast members of the original series sign their names over the ending credits. This concept is interestingly used for the ending of Avengers: Endgame, probably because Marvel president Kevin Feige is a self-professed Star Trek fan. So, is this a reference to the TOS crew and the Avengers? It’s an episode of Lower Decks, so it seems like you can totally have it both ways.
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Star Trek: Lower Decks will air its Season 1 finale next Thursday on October 8.
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