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greycaelum · 6 months

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Hi, Grey! Could you write some cuddling with Satoru after a long day with the Kaleidoscope series Reader? Preferably the current timeline where the Reader is pregnant with the 2 babies if that's alright ❤️ Thank you in advance!

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters: { Blankets }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Genre: fluff, pregnancy, domestic life, parenthood

𑁍 WC/CW/TW: (2.5k)—/overprotective Satoru and his love for his wife, kids, implied suggestive hints, implied negative traditional perceptions on twins—/

𑁍 A/N: I've always done angst stuff over the past Oct 31st... For the third time I'm spending this Oct 31st with him... this time it's fluff.

"They're sleeping," Satoru mumbled in a hushed tone. You sat on the recliner while he sat on the floor, his ear pressed to your growing baby bump with your hand brushing through his soft, fresh-cut hair. Which, by the way, you're very proud of because you managed to cut his hair perfectly, showing off the undercut you're obsessed with.

"Papa... I want to hold Mama, too." Saika jumped up and down, begging her father. Her hair is still like a bird's nest after waking up from her afternoon nap.

"Wait a second, Cat, Papa is still... Oh! They kicked!!! Honey, they kicked!" Satoru eyes widened. Blown out of his mind, he shot up and looked at you with a face as if he had won the lottery.

"I want to feel too!" Saika whined and hugged your arm.

"Me too! Me too!" Kouki came rushing when he heard his Papa from the kitchen.

Satoru shushed his kids as he laid his head again on your belly, waiting for more. As much as he loves his kids, he rarely catches the Little Sunshines moving around your tummy. Meanwhile, whenever he comes home, he hears the two munchkins bragging about how their little siblings kick when they are around.

You shook your head as your three cats crammed around your belly, hoping to catch the little ones' movement in your belly. But after a few more minutes, no more kicks came, and eventually, Satoru looked at you with a pout, hoping he could've felt more kicks. The two munchkins returned to what they were doing, leaving you and Satoru in the engawa watching the small inner zen garden while Satoru stayed on his knees waiting and waiting.

"You can't do this to Papa, munchkins... Don't you like my voice? You know I will be the one changing your diapers when you come out, so you have to be kind to Papa." Satoru poked your belly and smothered his face to your bump, tracing the past stretch marks and kissing them more. "Maybe I should give you a lotion massage so they'll get used to me holding you more and more, Honey." Satoru looked up to you with pleading eyes. "You know, as a father-child bonding!"

"Love, even if they don't keep kicking when you're around. I'm sure they know who you are... You are their Papa." You chuckled and pinched his nose.

"Who knows... they don't kick around much when I'm near, unlike others..." Satoru pouted. "I'm always working, so I wanna feel them kick too when I'm home."

You chuckled at his sentiment, finding his little jealousy more endearing than annoying.

"Mother and babies are connected... so I'm sure they know how much I love their Papa... Right Little Ones?" You caressed your belly and kissed Satoru's head.

With your pregnancy hitting the middle of your second trimester, your work in your cafe and the Gojo Clan dwindled even before you could ask for rest. Your parents often visit, bringing lots of food, and sometimes they take the two munchkins out so you can have a break. Your parents-in-law have also kept sending you tonics, and much to your mother-in-law's delight, she can visit almost any time of the day and see her grandchildren; your father-in-law took it upon himself to lessen Satoru's workload as the clan head, so you two could have as much time as you can knowing how sensitive your pregnancy is right now.

"I think... we should stop accepting gifts... You think so, sweetheart?" You sighed and hugged Kouki, who opened the newly arrived gifts from friends and acquaintances in congratulations for your pregnancy.

"You don't like gifts anymore, Mama?" Your son, sitting between your legs, looked up to you. You really have to convince him to cut his hair soon. It's longer than yours and Saika...

"Well... It's too much, and I doubt we can use all these gifts. Besides, it's tiring to keep opening them every day. They don't end." You sighed.

Kouki shrugged and pulled out another maternity pillow, the sixth one you received over the months.

"I can't wait for my baby brother and baby sister to come out," Kouki mumbled and looked up to you with a smile. "I'm gonna give them lots of squishmallows." He excitedly declared.

You cannot help but chuckle and pepper Kouki with kisses. The only thing he got from you is his eyes. The rest... He's just like his Papa. Mischievous yet turns to a cottony fluff around you.

"Mama... I hope my little sister and brother come out with your hair." Saika inhaled the scent of your hair and hugged you from the back. She begged to comb your hair for you in your girl's day out.

"Why? I like your hair too, sweetie~ It reminds me of Papa." You kissed his chubby cheeks, making her giggle and pepper you with her kisses.

"Mama's hair is so pretty!" She exclaimed and hugged you as you both looked at the mirror with matching bright smiles.

"Cramps?" Satoru murmured in the middle of the night as he felt you moved away from his arms. "Let me..." He immediately helped you lean on the headboard and gently eased your tensed muscles, earning you a slight whine of pain. "How long? You should've woken me up, pretty girl."

"I thought it would go away quickly... Besides, you were tired, Satoru. It's not as bad as last week." You exhaled and sighed as you watched your husband slowly massage your legs until the cramps subsided. Satoru held your ankles and played with your little toes until he saw you yawn.

"Baby... Let's go on a date tomorrow?" Satoru hummed and went back beside you so you could lay your head on his chest, and his arms wrapped around your shoulders

"If I feel better..." You nodded and quickly slipped back to sleep while Satoru was left to caress your seven-month-old belly. Sometimes, he wonders where you get the strength to hold two babies after you made him try the watermelon challenge... It made his hips cry in pain, carrying that weight around in just three hours...

"Don't give your Mama a hard time, okay?" Satoru hopes his little ones listen to him. If he's asked one thing that he's so proud to pass on to his kids, it would probably be his unconditional love for you... Whenever he sees his children surround you with love, his heart swells with pride, knowing he's doing a great job reflecting how much he loves you. It means a lot to see his children love the love of his life... "I love her so much to let her be in pain... so be good babies and behave inside your Mama, okay?" He poked your tummy.

Surely enough, the next day, Satoru brought you out to buy several maternity dresses, not that you needed them because you've had so much from Kouki and Saika. Still, knowing Satoru and his splurging tendencies, you find yourself getting dragged along the boutiques, fitting anything that catches your or his eyes.

"Let me help." He kneeled on one knee with your feet on his other knee as he fit the flat sandal in your foot. "Is it soft? Walk for a bit. If it's hard, we'll find another one." Satoru looked up to you and waited for your opinion. He switched from his blindfold into the Raybans. This time, you could easily see his eyes than usual so you don't miss the soft glint in his eyes when he subtly massaged your swollen ankles as he fitted the sandal.

At this point, the saleslady is just standing beside you, watching you and Satoru dreamily. It was as if Satoru became a professional shoe critic as he rummaged for the best sandals for pregnant women.

"Is it your first child, Madame? Sir looks so meticulous about everything." The saleslady made small talk as Satoru told you to wait while he paid.

"No, it's actually our third." You laughed, making the saleslady look at you in disbelief.

Satoru held your hand with the other sprawled protectively over your hips as he led you to the food court, knowing it was time for your orange juice.

"You know... We always get asked if it's our first child. Probably because you never seem to calm down and chill like the dads who were already done with their first baby." You sipped on your orange juice, filling your daily need for the sweet fresh juice paired with a guilty extra-large cheeseburger and fries. "I want to each purple yam milk tea..."

"Honey... You haven't even finished your food yet." Satoru opened his mouth for the fries you offered. "And we look so young, that's why. Pretty husband means pretty wife." He winked at you, making you roll your eyes.

You pursed your lips and continued eating anyway. Satoru does look younger for his age. Ijichi looks older than your husband. It's worth noting that it's Satoru's fault that his kouhai always looked so stressed.

"Have you thought of the names, Baby?" Satoru sipped on your juice, thanking whatever deities were watching over him right now that you didn't have a cranky moment when he drank from your drink. Pregnant women and their pet peeves...

"Yeah! I did!" You smiled brightly. "But don't ask. I'll surprise you when they're born." You giggled.

Satoru names Kouki and Saika. This time, it's your turn to name your babies.

Babies...

"They're not twins, Mother..." You sighed for the nth time. "And even if they are, I don't see any problem with it."

Your Mother-in-Law came over to chat. You can't blame her; despite being luxurious and vast, the Gojo Estate can be very dull to stay in.

"Yes, I know they aren't." She sighed. "But you know I just cannot help but worry for them, for you. You know how the remaining elders still hold the traditions even with the new administration. It is easy for them to label your children twins and isolate one or perhaps both."

Of course... Japan could be one of the most superstitious societies for a technologically advanced country, leaning more toward the conservative traditions passed down from the old days. It's the undercurrent Satoru has been going against for most of his life.

"Our children will be fine, Mother..." Kouki and Saika have been adjusting reasonably well between their everyday lives and those in the jujutsu society. "They don't have to join the jujutsu world if they don't want just because we are their parents."

Even Kouki doesn't have much interest in jujutsu besides his training with his Papa, which he enjoys well. Saika... She's just four. Aside from her liking to stay with Shoko and learning in the infirmary, there's nothing much to worry about.

You smiled at your Mother-in-Law. "We can't be with our children forever, but Satoru and I will ensure they will be strong enough to face their problems."

Satoru came home early. He has been so over the long run. A world where he's not the only pillar, a generation that can par his strength. He would love to lose the title of "the strongest" if it means he can also rest like this. It gets lonely on the top. And he's at the age to start worrying more if his daughter has a suitor or which boy has enough guts to face him and block any of them from snatching his little princess away rather than growing premature white hairs from staying up late because of overtime and chasing some ugly curses... not that his hair isn't already white...

He prefers chasing his wife in the bedroom...

His head pressed against your eight-month-old baby bump as you cuddled on the bed. Years ago, this simple dream of coming home as early as 5 in the evening seemed so far-fetched, but now it's a staple of his day. To lie down with you, to eat dinner with you, to take a bath together with you, and sometimes with the kids... to actually talk before one of you falls asleep first.

"When the kids are a little older, let's go on a trip..." He looked up to you. "Y'know, just the two of us..."

He could already imagine spending days in Basel, Switzerland, with you—the simplicity of the countryside, with green meadows and fresh air. Or hopping through boutiques and boutiques in France or him teaching you to surf in the wild waves at Bali...

"You're not tired of jumping from one place to another?" You chuckled.

"That's different." Satoru shrugged. "I go because it's work, and you're usually not with me. It's not like it's that fun roaming in the countryside of London to exorcise a banshee."

You laughed loudly. It's pretty accurate. Since you've birthed Saika, the times you went with Satoru on his overseas trips have dwindled from every week to twice in three months or even a little less. Having two children to look after, cute ones at that and naughty too, has drawn you to prefer the comforts of the home than hopping from one place to another.

"I'm sure their grandparents will be most happy to babysit for them while we're on a trip." You closed your eyes and stroked his head as he kissed your belly bump.

Satoru smiled at the sweet tone of your laugh as you lay your head on his chest, his arms carefully tucked you by his side, and pulled the soft quilt he bought last week after you mentioned that the previous blanket was too heavy and thick.

"Honey...?"

"Mnnn?" You opened your eyes and looked up to him.

Satoru gazed into your eyes. People who have seen his eyes often say they were breathtaking sapphires. But he begs to differ. Your eyes have always been his favorite. They were unclouded... and filled with love that his heart could not help but melt every time you looked at him with your tender gaze. He couldn't help but wish the coming little munchkins would have your eye color.

"Thank you for giving me Kouki, Saika, and these coming little munchkins." He's not the person who gets sentimental, but he has moments like this when it's only the two of you in the security of your home, in the confines of this simple bedroom.

"You are their father, Satoru, just as much as I am their mother. We couldn't have had them if not for each other." Your noses met each other, and you playfully nuzzled against his, making him laugh as well.

A hand was placed at the back of your neck, and with a gentle tug, he kissed you softly, feeling the smile on your lips as he made sure you knew how much he adored you with every fiber. of his being.

—GreyCaelum

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falmerbrook · 1 month

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Snow Elf culture?

*pulls up a chair*

Perhaps...

A wee disclaimer that I'm not particularly good or creative with developing cultures or societies, but my brain has just latched on to the snow elves in a way where I can't stop myself. But anyway

I developed a lot of this because of a big ass draft for a fic I've been writing on and off about Gelebor and Vyrthur, so a lot of my headcanons are religion heavy. I'll start there:

Gelebor seems to place Auri-El and the Chantry of Auri-El as having significant importance to the Snow Elves over the other gods/temples. He's probably got a bit of bias in that regard since he's devoted his life to Auri-El, but in order to differentiate their religion from the other elven ones I like to think that their religion in general worshipped Auri-El as not even just as the figure head of their pantheon, but almost monotheistical, while the other gods (Trinimac, Syrabane, Jephre and Phynaster according to Gelebor) were like minor divine figures or just legendary heroes even more than in Altmer myth, depending on the interpretation. My idea is that if their culture had been allowed to continue on, it would've eventually become monotheistic, but by the arrival of the Nords they were in a bit of an awkward transition period with it.

I also like to lean into the sun motif with Auri-El that they established in Dawnguard and with Auriel's Bow, partially because it's another thing to make their depiction of him more unique, and in part because it makes some very juicy irony for Vyrthur. Some ideas include:

- The more religious folk tend to pray at noon when the sun is at it's highest. - The two biggest snow elf festivals happen on the summer and winter solstices. As far north as they are, the summer solstice is during a time of year where the sun barely sets and the winter one is during a time of year where it barely rises. The summer one is more jovial and celebratory, with a grand feast. With almost 24 hours of daylight, the festivities last up to three days straight, with folks commonly staying awake for over 24 hours. Most of it is spent outside, with the celebration being focused on making the most of the weather and daylight hours to spend as much time in the sun and the light of Auri-El as possible. The winter festival is as large scale but lasts longer and is lower-key. It also involves a feast but features more winter foods and meat and alcohol. It is more pensive. At this point in the year, there is no full daylight, and so this season is seen as a test of one’s faith and mental fortitude. This festival acts as a break from this trying time, taking time to relax, build community (a strong community will allow them to make it through the winter and strengthen their minds), and bond with family and friends. It is about a weeklong break, where leading up to the festival everyone works harder to prepare for it and allow themselves to have the break. There are activities and festivities, but they remain indoors for the most part and are smaller. - I've referenced this before, but with long winters with little sunlight (due to harsh weather and short days), they see that time of year as a reflective test of will and faith.

Due to their proximity to dragons, it was hard to miss the connection between Auri-El (/Akatosh) and dragons, and so their depiction of Auri-El is either much more influenced by the iconography of dragons, or is a dragon (although their depiction of dragon Auri-El is much more benevolent than the Nord/Atmoran one). I got the idea for this one from this Reddit post (i know I dog on Reddit a lot but this one has got some fun stuff in it, even if it's a bit out there)

^On that note, later in the timeline (post Dragon War (the timeline is very fuzzy on when this and the Night of Tear happens. They are both sometime vaguely in the late Merethic Era I believe, but it's unclear which happens first or how long each conflict is)) some Snow Elves see a sort of unreturned, unofficial comradery with dragons, seeing themselves as both on the receiving end of the Nord's/Atmoran's brutality (disregarding whether it was warranted or not in the context of the Dragon War).

Ok here's some more general cultural ones:

I mentioned my reasoning for this in this post, but I like to think their general settlements were not as permanent, with a larger focus on wood and building into the sides of hills (good for warmth), while their temples tended to be made of stone and much more permanent. This is why there are so few identifiable Snow Elf ruins across Skyrim. Their cities and towns were easy to wipe out, scavenged for resources, or were in good places for Nordic cities (perhaps Bromjunaar was originally the site of a Snow Elf city?), and their temples were either very hidden (e.g. the Chantry of Auri-El) or eventually converted to Nordic temples.

I love this journal in general for gleaning ideas for Snow Elf headcanons for, but one interesting this is the use of "Old Ones" and "Young One". They're treated like established titles. From that I like to think they place a lot of emphasis on the respect of those older than you. The social hierarchy and whose opinions are most valued is heavily influenced by age. Folks call anyone older or more revered “Old Ones” as a term of respect, and anyone younger than them “Young Ones”. Old One is almost never used in a demeaning way, but Young One can be (not always). Typically, “Old Ones” is used in the third person (e.g. you wouldn’t refer to someone directly as “old one”) whole “Young One(s)” can be used as an epithet for someone directly or in third person.

When thinking about death/"burial" customs (needed for some scenes in the fic I'm planning), you have to consider that there probably wasn't a lot of land in a place like Skyrim where someone can be buried. Nords intern their dead in crypts or burn them to get around this, and I like to think Snow Elves participated in something akin to sky burials (at least sometimes). After preparation, the departed's body is left outside on a ledge, cliff, or the temple balcony to be scavenged by birds. This is seen as a metaphorical return to Aetherius, while their soul literally returns to it. They do this even in poor weather or deep winter. If it doesn’t thaw and rot/be scavenged until months later, so be it. The length it takes to rot is considered indicative of how long it takes for the spirit to let go and move on (not in a bad way though. It’s interpreted more in the way of the soul or body grieving). It's seen as if they may wish to wait until spring to finally rot if they want to experience one more warm, sunny day.

Food (I mostly wrote this in my notes in the context of the Forgotten Vale and Chantry of Auri-El, but I think it could work elsewhere as well to an extent): Plant-based food is grown in gardens in the spring and summer, and that that is able to be stored is carefully preserved through the fall and winter. Winter foods include some nuts, dried vegetables, and dried and preserved/fermented grains (like wheat, barely). These foods must be eaten slowly throughout the winter to last, and winter diets are more meat based. Summer foods include apples, cabbage/lettuce, leeks, tomatoes etc. Snowberries can be found in the wild out of season of most other fruits, and provide fruit in very early spring. Occasionally, fungus from caves is harvested, but this is seen as a delicacy (foreshadowing).

Ok, that's it for now. I gotta go to bed. Thanks for the ask!!!! :D

#charlie its always sunny in philadelphia voice 'can we talk about falmer please ive been dying to talk about falmer all day'#mine #ask #tes #skyrim #the elder scrolls #snow elf #snow elves #reading my notes doc while making this and i was really cooking on some things. didnt include them all becasue some are very specific for #that fic i keep referencing #like i had to try to elaborate on the religious hierarchies and duties of each position because that was obviously gonna be relevant #but its sorta half baked rn #also i want to have some more headcanons for later in case someone asks again :)

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mortal-kombat-1 · 3 months

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what is your opinion on johnny cage's character?

Oh boy, this took me a good bit to think on and type out, lmao. Like, would have it all ready to post then think of something else to add. Thank you draft option 🙏

Overall, I think he's more complex than a lot of folks make him out to be. Yeah, its really easy to just think he's the comedic relief only when the game(s) kinda lead you to believe that. You can't really judge him based on one timeline since the plots/stories keep changing with each game (even if you add in the comics and movies). There's no connecting the dots when it comes to MK lore, lol. You gotta be fairly new to the franchise to think otherwise if I'm being very honest.

But given this blog is primarily MK1 Johnny, that's the timeline/version I'll jot my thoughts out for.

He's obviously not a parent in this timeline unlike 10 and 11, so we can scratch even mentioning that. But, he's once again married, not to Sonya but to Cris. Even so, his ego, money spending and his need to be the prime center of attention gets the better of him causing things to sour in his marriage. Of course ending in divorce. I won't stick up for him, he has his flaws, Cris was definitely in the right to divorce 'em. She deserved to be treated better. I'm not saying the man didn't care for her, it was pretty damn obvious that he did. He's very protective and regrets how he's done her -- he made that clear in a couple of intro's. I really felt like he got into the movie business not only because it was something he always wanted to do, but to make a better life for the both of them at some point, but I think he kinda let it all get to his head and let slip away the reason he was initially doing it all for. So in short: He's gotta take responsibility for his own actions. Nobody else is to blame but himself. But even with that being said, he struggled, obviously an alcoholic -- he's mentioned recovery to Ashrah in one of their intro's; though I'm really convinced he started drinking to forget about certain details of his past... and maybe stress because Hollywood. We don't really get enough information on his childhood other than whats mentioned in intro's with other characters. And even then, they never really seem good nor happy. So I like to think his need to be a people pleaser really stems from his parents. That is in no way me trying to make an excuse for his character, though. The man isn't a child/teen, and I've seen people on here and elsewhere, thinking he's in his 20's or early 30's. And after going through some of the files in the game, a lot of the things he's won or collected were from the 90's -- awards being more specific. So I tend to say he's in his early 40's at the youngest. Also, he's mentioned getting someone younger to take on his role so yeah.

I like how even though others might find his tactics and odd sense of humor (which happens 99% at the wrong time) annoying, they still want him there. And he knows that, the damn smirking gives it away. Does he mature in any way in this timeline -- eventually, but I wouldn't say he's changed completely or he wouldn't be Johnny Cage. I'd say he finally realized there's more to life than money and fame when you got the right people surrounding you, and he gets that by the time the game ends.

Also, that damn boopable nose... they ever change that I'm gonna riot.

I could keep going on about this idiot, but I gotta stop there or I will never shut up sdfghjkl;. It's one of those "I see so much of myself in this character and I'm gonna glue myself to them" type of thing.

#**#I'm sorry if I went in circles or if there's typos scattered about in this; I said to hell with proof reading lol

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the-sprog · 11 months

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Listen I love DCxDP crossovers as much as the next person, but every time I see people write John Constantine offer as a solution summoning something I cringe internally a little bit. John is all up for self-sacrificing and doing things you shouldn't but he does not fuck with other creatures he knows shit-all about.

On the other end, do you know who does fuck with creatures they know shit all about?? And keep summoning things and making deals with things they shouldn't be summoning or making deals with? And also doing this most of the times with the express intentions of dealing with the dead?

The Winchester Brothers.

Where are my season 15 fix-it fics where Dean does not give up, he does not say "oh well Castiel died after confessing his love for me I guess that's it" or where Sam does not say "well my brother died during a run of the mill vampire Hunt -not even because of the vampires but because of a rusty nail. Let me just abandon him forever after everything we've gone through and finally actually listen to him and get myself a family with my blurry wife and random son"

And instead they do again summon something that is completely separate from everything else they've dealt with before and they actually managed to contact Danny who somehow is the king of the Ghost Zone or whatever fucking shit you want. Maybe you can make the empty nocturne! That would be really fucking cool :O so Danny somehow gets convinced to bring back Castiel or Dean or both.

Ok now I'm actually thinking about it.

You can even make it adult Danny by simply following the Supernatural timeline. Danny gets his powers in 2004, when he's 14, the Winchesters start looking for their dad in 2005, and they're... 20 something. Castiel joins the brigade in 2009 (I thought he showed up in season 5 lmao it's been a while since I've watched it), Chuck starts writing the books- fuck I don't know. 2012? Was it season 7? **Looks it up** fuck nope he starts writing when they start, that's my mistake. I meant when does he show up. And that's together with Castiel. Wow. Give me Danny who is an in universe Supernatural fan. He's the prime target audience! Starts reading after he gets his powers because we'll they're ghost hunters but the ghosts are actually evil. So it's fine. And they're fictional anyway so no big deal.

But then Chuck stops writing (end of season 5) and Danny is extremely disappointed.

He doesn't learn the truth until 2018 (season 13) when Jack wakes up The Shadow and consequently shakes the Infinite Realms. Nocturne has to be somehow connected. Maybe they're not The Shadow themself, but a subordinate? Like Frostbite is the leader while the yetis are his citizens. And The Empty is the realm they live in.

Now Danny is slightly terrified because it means all the things that go bump in the night are real. Which is a scary as fuck thought. And also wonders why they've never had hunters in Amity, or why he and the other ghosts are different from the ones in the books.

But he can't really do anything. To help.

Hunters definitely have checked out the town. There's no way they'd fly under the radar. But either there are already hunters INSIDE Amity And they've staked their claim on the town, no outside hunters allowed. Or there's something wrong w the entire place that makes it so that people don't really realize anything is wrong with it. I til they're inside it. But when outside nothing :/ all normal.

I feel like it wouldn't be Dean who summons him though. As much as I love him, they are aware that pretty much only God could pull out Cas and Jack wasn't going to do it any time soon.

But Dean dying like that? No Sam is not going to let his story end like that. But they've pretty much exhausted all options. What's he gonna do? Make another deal w a demon that's going to ultimately make more of a mess? Who's gonna make a deal w a Winchester anyway?

I don't know how Sam would find a way to contact Danny. The Fentons were the first to make contact with the Zone, so the bunker's unlikely to have any resources. Bobby's gone, so that's a bust. He'd have to find something new. Something no other hunter has interacted with, ever.

Again.

Because let's be real. The Winchesters already did that plenty.

Maybe he stumbles upon Amity by accident and sees it as an opportunity, idk.

Sam's kinda more willing to give monsters the benefit of the doubt. They know angels are not all bad, they had werewolf friends, and so on and so forth.

So sure he might start off listening to the Fentons at first, but if he were to interact with Danny (as Phantom ofc) one on one he'd probably see that they're wrong.

Danny would freak out of course. On one hand, fuck man. He's a fan. That's so cool.

On the other, he knows nothing will stop the Winchesters. He's deader than dead if Sam was there to hunt him.

But alas, he'd do anything to help him get his brother (and Cas, as a treat) back. Who's gonna stop him? God? Jack? Idk man I feel like he'd let them have this one lmao. Or still Danny could definitely argue that he's the king of all afterlives, so what he does to his subjects is none of his business (since God (or at least Chuck couldn't) can't interfere w The Empty, only the afterlives he controls. So heaven and hell. Not even purgatory iirc)

#supernatural #danny Phantom #supernatural x danny phantom

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wyldblunt · 1 year

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[GRIPPING MY HEAD AND GROANING, OVERCOME WITH VISIONS OF TORMENT] thinkign about. glyndwr, champion of vlast,

my first thought was "vlast lives au" but it doesn't even have to be that. it can be that he WAS always meant to be vlast's champion but ... well. sucks. and actually he probably wouldn't even know bc he doesn't remember his dream/wyld hunt at all (and if he DID know it would drive him into a delirious hateful breakdown bc over the years he has developed a phobia of one day remembering his wyld hunt, or finding out that everything in his life HAS been in service of a forgotten hunt whether he meant it to be or not. he does not want to know.)

i have already been kicking around the idea of glyn having this. very very bad habit, after PoF, of prowling the mists kind of voyeuristically looking in on other timelines (alan heavily disapproves of this and worries about him a lot, merrit hates it and worries about him a lot, rytlock thinks it is a really bad idea but still got tricked into giving over some tips, canach hates it but won't bring it up bc they are both so fiercely independent that sometimes it means they mutually fail to do things like, uh, "Talking About My Needs, Opinions, and Feelings in Regards to Our Relationship, Lest I Infringe Upon Your Will"). he thinks about vlast a lot. he thinks about rytlock's fuckup a lot. he knows, obviously, that sulking around peering into smudgy windows between realities hoping you get a glimpse of a timeline where things went better is an astonishingly bad idea.

(i mean, like, what would you even do if you found one. kill that glyndwr and steal his life? ha ha ha! that's, that's wacky. you wouldn't do that.)

and maybe one day he looks through a rift and sees himself with vlast. shining as brightly as alan does with aurene. infinitely stronger, OBVIOUSLY stronger. not just accepted by the world but beloved, TRULY thought of as a hero (because he's never been that to tyria, no matter what he does — alan is the hero of tyria. glyndwr is a necessary evil, a weapon that makes everyone uncomfortable but is too valuable to set aside. he jokes about it all the time. because he thinks about it all the time.)

maybe he keeps coming back to that window. maybe he sees that he's still WITH alan in that timeline. maybe he sees so much less death, there. so many more victories. how can there not be, with another dragon on your side?

but maybe he doesn't see merrit. or canach, for that matter. maybe the lorelei he sees at alan's side isn't the same, in ways he feels discomfited by.

maybe one day he gets spotted. he knows better, but he can't help speaking. maybe he asks about canach.

and glyndwr, champion of vlast, barely remembers. it takes him a second; when he finally makes the connection, he seems a little amused. "oh, canach. that wayward secondborn — the one i put down in southsun."

(in glyn's timeline, after all, it was alan who handled all that — and he'd always rather put someone in handcuffs before he puts them in a box. not like glyn.)

(in glyn's timeline, after all, he was insulted that the thing even came across his desk — a karka infestation? for fuck's sake. as if he didn't have better things to do.)

(in glyn's timeline, after all, they've even joked about it, laying in bed — "it's a good thing it WASN'T you, dear. we would have just killed each other!" ha, ha —)

this is when he should have left. especially when he already wants to leap on his doppelganger and strangle him to death, because at every moment he's seeming like less a mockery of everything that's gone wrong in his world and more a mockery of every way he's managed to better himself.

but, as always, glyn can't help himself. he has to ask about merrit. he has to. her absense has been so conspicuous, every time he's stopped to spy on this world (and how many times has it been now? a dozen? more?).

now glyndwr, champion of vlast, does not look amused. now he's the one asking questions. he's asking what glyn means by that. he's asking about maguuma. he's asking, again and again, with increasing violence, what year it is, in glyn's tyria, how long is it after the mordrem campaign, how did you manage to get them all out—

maybe this is when glyndwr starts running. (we've said it already. glyndwr, champion of vlast, is infinitely stronger, obviously stronger.) maybe he's lucky he's spent this long slipping in and out of the mists — he can navigate just a little better. he still knows better than to lose time by looking back.

(i mean, what do you think he would do. kill you and steal your life? give up the one he has, the one that's so much better than yours?)

(the thing is, you would. the throne of a dragon champion, acceptance at last, unfathomable power — you would throw all of that in the mud and tread on it without looking down, for your son.)

(and he's you.)

maybe glyndwr, champion of vlast, is still catching up. maybe glyn can hear him gaining, can tell what he's planning, can calculate already that he'll be caught in moments at this rate, and there's probably no choice but to stop and face him—

(i mean, what are you going to do? kill him and doom his timeline, just to protect what's yours?)

(the thing is, he would.)

(and you're him.)

#PoF spoilers #THEIR COLOR SCHEMES EVEN MATCH.... JUST LIKE ALAN MATCHES AURENE.... AAUHHJGGVGHGHHHHHH #okay i wrote that tag before i wrote everything below the readmore and now that i have written the rest of the post.#uh. it became more than it was originally gonna be in there.#WHAT CAN I SAY I POPPED MY CONCERTA BEFORE BREAKFAST AND HIT MY FLOW #anyway this goes in his tag for real now i guess.#glyndwr #alanglyn #glyndwr + merrit #oc notebook

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aloneditee · 5 months

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Sephiran and Zelgius Timeline UPDATED

Instead of just having a jumbled idea of the timeline of sephiran and zelgius's relationship I decided I was going to spend my day off writing up my idea of how their timeline works based on cannon information with my own little headcannon flair because i can and you can't stop me.

*THANK YOU VERY MUCH TO @theia-eos FOR COMMENTING WITH THE RADIANT DAWN ARTBOOK TIMELINE I HAVE USED IT TO UPDATE THIS TIMELINE WITH MORE ACCURATE INFORMATION* I also had to remove some sentences because tumblr gave me a fuckin character limit while editing this for some reason

Key:

Bold = explicit canon

unbold = rough estimate canon/ guess

italics = headcanon

urple = sephzelg highlight reel (gay thoughts)

red = year

Complete timeline after the keep reading thing:

625: Misaha’s assassination and the serenes massacre → lehran villain arc. Lehran presents the medallion to ashnard and enters daeins service under the guise of a “wise man”

626: “daeins sudden change” → this is likely when the bloodpact began its effects and the deaths of the daein royal family. I THINK THIS IS WHEN SEPHIRAN AND ZELGIUS MET

Zelgius was serving in the Daein army under general Gawain for a few years. While sephiran is serving as a wise man under ashnard's father he meets zelgius and zelgius confides in him and they agree to be with each other when zelgius eventually leaves the daien army.

Later that year Gawain dips out of Daein with Elena. Zelgius despairs that his Master left him. Zelgius would then enter sephirans service.

627: Ashnard becomes the king of daein, (This was originally when I thought zelgius joins sephiran but I found out Gawain actually left BEFORE Ashnard became king according to the radiant dawn artbook).

I assume Sephiran leaves Ashnards service after Ashnard gets what he wants. Seph doesnt fuck with his bad vibes.

627~635: Sephiran and Zelgius do a bit of travelling and make plans for big evil or something. Sephiran still being a travelling sage and zelgius being a knight not connected to any army until he joins the Begnion military perhaps a decade later

During this time sephiran scaffolds information about himself and his past to zelgius. I do genuinely think that sephiran eventually opens up about everything to zelgius (and vice versa) including him being lehran and the origin of the branded.

634: assuming ike is around 7 when his mom died, this would be around the time point where Gawain touched the medallion and lehran and zelgius saw the aftermath.

The reason why I think ike is 7 years old here (*he's born in 628*) is because that is how old soren would have been too according to his own timeline (based on his support convos), and those two met the day before the gawain medallion shenanigan occurred

Idrk when seph and zel join begnion as dukes. Based off of the artbook zelgius was actually born into a begnion family before fleeing to daein so maybe he reclaimed the cador family name or something. Sephiran claimed to be from a long line of mages (Persis) and somehow become a noble through this so called mage lineage.

637: sephzelg 10 yr anniversary

635: Sanaki is born. Sephiran may or may not be a senator at this stage

Sephiran begins to rise up the senate ranks through rizz and zelgius rises up the army ranks

At some point between 635-640: sanakis parents are killed by the senate probably

640: sanaki (5 years old) becomes the empress of begnion and sephiran becomes the “senate leader” aka prime minister

the event lekain talks about when sanaki would stfu during formal proceedings and they discover sephiran has insane babysitting skills occurs right after sanaki becomes the empress i think

645: beginning of mad kings war. At this point in time sephiran and zelgius would have been together for around 18-19 years

Black knight shenanigans. Sephiran travels tellius and gathers intel

Sepiran gets captured in crimea by daein military, probably waited for zelgius to go save him hence why he wouldnt fucking move when ike rescued him lmao

Black knight scraps ranulf, sephiran steps in and tells black knight to stand down

Sephiran eventually returns to begnion, tells everyone to get their fucking shit together, sends zelgius to go help ike (black knight still be existing). Zelgius’ group stays in daein while ikes group goes to crimea. BK does multiple warcrimes in the meant

646: Nados castle falls on the black knight. Sephiran rescues him and uses is epic healing skills to get zelgius to recover before the battle between ikes team and ashnard in the final chapter

646: End mad kings war. Sephiran annoys the shit out of ike by laughing at him for no reason. The black knight is “defeated”. Sephzelg 20 year anniversary aww

646-648: new evil world ending plan just launched

648: war part 2 electric boogaloo

Summer 648: Black knight return arc, sephiran is set to go to daein and tell jarod to stop being a cunt or something but gets thrown in jail before he got the chance to????

Autumn 648: Sephiran captured by the senate while zelgius is at war doing war stuff

Zelgius saves sephiran from jail part 2 electric boogaloo and the two of them start a cheeky uprising in bengion.

Zelgius and sephiran made a pact to die together in the tower. I think they made this agreement way in advance and they knew that was the end goal no matter what happens.

Winter 648: zelgius vs ike gay on gay violence. Zelgius dies. Sephiran either also dies or lives. pain and suffering

~1848: Ashunera returns. Lehran may or may not be there to greet her. Hope he dies soon

#fire emblem #fe10 #sephiran #fire emblem radiant dawn #zelgius #tellius #fe9/10 #sephzelg #fire emblem path of radiance #fe9 #radiant dawn #path of radiance #tellius timeline #ditesrambles

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Turtle Doves | Joel Miller

Part Thirteen

Chapter Directory

Series Summary: In which two broken souls connect so deeply, that if one should perish, the other would surely die of a broken heart. (slow burn, timeline changes. After TLOU1, before TLOU2, assumed knowledge of infected, uses elements from both show and game)

Series Warnings: Graphic depictions of violence, death, and sexual content.

Also cross-posted on Wattpad and AO3. Link to my masterlist for everything else I’ve posted!

Through watery eyes I see Joel's jaw set tight and I quickly come to terms that I might die here too.

The truck grumbles down the road filled with abandoned cars and debris, and I'm honestly surprised it's lasted us this long. The engine's roar is enough to fill the truck's silence, so that I'm not suffocating from it. Joel and I haven't exchanged a single word after last night, and that's fine with me.

My eyes are glued to the green exit sign that I know we'll be taking and my stomach churns with nerves. Tate said the Fireflies are in shambles, which is nice to hear, but I hope that Trevor is still there and he's willing to answer. I know that I'll have to feign amicability with the Fireflies, but if it means I'm closer to unraveling this mystery then I'm about to be the nicest visitor they've ever met.

Joel stops the truck a few miles away from where the Fireflies should be and sighs heavily. Maybe while I'm gone he'll just drive away and leave me be. Sure, I'd be alone and more vulnerable but I also wouldn't have to put up with his secrecy that hangs over my mind like a dark cloud. Gathering my bag in my hands, I think through the questions I want to ask and what information I really need out of these people. The truck's door squeaks as I hop out, and Joel stays put.

Without checking to see what he's doing, I start heading towards the building the Fireflies claimed. They're easy to find, they practically guide me there with their graffiti spraypainted on the side of every building. Admittedly, the streets are suspiciously empty but that might be due to their declining numbers.

Behind me I hear the slam of the truck's door and heavy footsteps come up behind me. My pace doesn't falter as he catches up to me.

"The hell is your problem?" He asks and I stop in my tracks. My body turns fully towards him, eyes wide. He sure has some nerve.

"What's my problem? What's yours Joel? You're the one who's keeping some sort of secret and you're the one who didn't want to let that kid go last night." The words that fly out of my mouth are probably a bit too loud, but I can't seem to care in the moment. He can't seriously think that our issues are my fault. His cheeks flare with blood, his eyebrows crease harder than they usually are.

"He could've come back to kill us." Joel's voice is low and serious, and I fight back the strong urge to roll my eyes.

"You know he wouldn't have. He was running towards a city that's fallen with nothing but the clothes on his back. He was harmless, it was plain as day." My hands begin moving as I talk, my temper getting the best of me. He huffs in response and goes to keep walking, stepping a few feet in front of me towards the base. Angrily, I turn on my heel and stride towards him.

"Thought you hated the Fireflies, why are you even coming?" My voice is bitter and I think I would have rather had him stay in the truck or better yet, drive off without me.

His broad shoulders tense up as he keeps on the path to the Fireflies, opting to ignore my question. It feels like the blood in my veins is boiling but I push my anger away as I see the main doors of the base. This argument will have to be settled later.

I pick up my pace to reach the base before Joel, not wanting him to be their first impression. His irritability and rough demeanor is not how I want this to start off. The man outside the base points a gun at us and I raise my hands instinctually to show them I'm not a threat.

"Who are you and what business do you have here?" The guard barks out and I speak before Joel can get a word in.

"We need to speak to Trevor." I call back to him and he keeps his gun aimed at us as we continue approaching the doors.

"What business do you have with Trevor?" He questions again, and I plaster a fake smile on my face but I hope it comes off as genuine.

"We have information regarding an operation he's conducting." I keep my answer vague enough so that it's believable, but I leave out the part where I'm going to interrogate Trevor for his possible involvement in the slaughter of children. After a few minutes of silent debate, the guard puts his gun down and beckons us to follow him into the base.

The base is dilapidated and it's obvious that things around here have been rough. There's an overflow of trash piled up in some corners, discarded cans and bags lay all over the place. A ripped Firefly flag hangs from a doorway, acting as a makeshift curtain. The guard leads us through the first floor and up the stairs to the second level. The old wooden stairs creak with every step we take, and I'm half convinced I'm going to fall through them at any given second.

As we make our way through the second level, there are some Fireflies that watch us with curiosity, others look at us with skepticism. Everyone is quiet as we pass through, all of their conversations coming to an abrupt halt. Joel's presence can be felt behind me, he's practically right on my heels as we walk through the place.

Finally, the guard leads us to a closed door at the end of the hall. My heart pumps heavily as I wait for it to open. Footsteps sound on the other side of the door and it swings open, revealing an older man with a receding hairline. He doesn't look very friendly, his face is morphed into a scowl and he gripes at the guard, asking him why he's knocking at the door and not down keeping watch. The guard tells him about our exchange and the man's beady eyes land on me and then on Joel.

"Come in." He opens the door wider and I enter the room with a small thanks.

The room is chaotic. There are maps hung over the walls, all marked up with different circles, lines, and shapes. On the old desk there are dozens of papers scattered and torn. Shredded curtains cover the windows, or try to at least, but there's a steady ray of sunshine that beams into the room, making it hot and stuffy. As Joel steps in, the man closes the door behind him.

"Who are you?" The man wastes no time in getting to the bottom of things.

I smile once more and channel the hospitality in me. I extend my hand and introduce myself. He's kind enough to take my hand and shake it, and he ignores Joel who stands leaning against the far wall with his hands crossed across his chest. I'm thankful he's staying out of this.

"Nice to meet you-?" I prompt the man for his name, hoping and praying he's who I'm hoping.

"I'm Trevor." He walks behind the messy desk and leans forward on it, his weight being pressed down into his palms as he keeps his eyes trained on me.

"Trevor, it's a pleasure. Now I'm not going to waste your time here, I'm hoping there's a way we can help each other out." I push a stray piece of hair out of my face and maintain eye contact with him, noticing how his eyes travel all over my face and down my sweaty chest.

"How so?" His eyes snap back up to mine, narrowing every so slightly.

"I've been travelling for a while now and came across this group of raiders or something. They weren't like normal raiders though. No, these people all had the letter T carved into their skin." I fabricate my story in a way where it seems I'm oblivious to every shred of evidence in my bag. I want to see what he gives up about these people first before I start playing my cards.

"Okay?" He asks, not understanding what I'm getting at.

"Well, I found some Firefly tags in their camp. Seems like they were almost targeting you all." I lie to him again and notice his jaw twitch, but he recovers smoothly with a nod of his head.

"Interesting. Yeah, we've known there are some raiders about and some of our people have left. But, they haven't tried to attack us yet. Thanks for letting us know." He's not going to give anything up it seems. Either he doesn't know about the operation, or he's covering it up. In a desperate attempt for information, I ask one more question.

"Yeah of course. But there's nothing you know about them? Where they might be located? I'd really like to avoid crossing them again." I rub a hand up and down my arm like I'm scared of seeing them again. Trevor scratches the back of his neck,

"Well, no not really. Sorry." His answer is short and he glances down at the papers in front of him as he speaks. I notice a bead of sweat running down the side of his forehead and he makes no move to wipe it. Nodding my head, I quickly start forming a plan of my next line of questioning, pacing back and forth a few steps as my brain scrambles to come up with anything. I think I'm going to have to be bolder if I want the information I came here for.

"That's okay. Tell me Trevor, why would they have a note signed by the Fireflies in their possession?" My pacing ceases and Trevor's shoulders tense up. His gaze meets mine and I see a darkness in his eye. Now I might be onto something. He tries to recover his composure,

"What kind of note?" He asks me, slowly walking around to the other side of his desk. I take two small steps back and shrug,

"I don't know, most of it was burnt up. But I could read a little bit of it. The word immune was on it and QZs were mentioned. Didn't really get to make out a whole lot." I feign ignorance, trying to see what gets him talking. Trevor sits on the edge of the paper-covered desk, a hand on his chin.

As he thinks, my eyes glance up to look at one of the maps taped to the wall. I recognize it immediately as an exact copy of the one that's in my bag. My jaw sets tightly and I try to keep my look of indifference on my face. Trevor definitely knows, there's no way he doesn't. He shakes his head and his voice breaks the momentary silence,

"I really don't know about that one." He's shutting me down again, and I know I'm down to my last resort. The façade of kindness falls from my face and I know that sitting across from me is a man who knows all about the killing of innocent children. My fingers itch to grab the knife from my holster, but I refrain for now. I clear my throat and step towards Trevor this time, knowing I need to get under his skin. A photograph on his desk shows me how I might get him bothered.

"Well, maybe Marlene knows. I worked with her a little a few years ago but I heard she's out here now, she's pretty high up there in rank, she might have a clue." I lie again, knowing full well that she's dead. A photo of her lays amongst the documents on the desk, it looks like she's smiling in it. Trevor's eyes have turned almost black as he looks back up to me.

"Marlene is dead." My lips curve down into a frown,

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that. Do you know how she died?" I try to get into his head this way, make him mad about my questions and his dead associate. Trevor's knuckles turn white as he balls a hand into a fist and I see Joel shift out of the corner of my eye.

"She was murdered. She was out in Salt Lake City at the hospital and a maniac shot her." I fight to keep from looking to Joel. He's told me that he was with her when she died, but maybe he was withholding some other information about what happened.

"What was she doing out there at a hospital?" My voice almost cracks as I ask. I know my questions are getting off track, but there may be some sort of value knowing this information as well. Trevor shakes his head with a bitter laugh. We're locked in a staring match and I know he's onto me. He knows that I'm aware of more than I'm letting on and he's done playing the game. Which is fine, because I've grown tired of the game myself.

Within the blink of an eye, I grab the gun that's holstered on my thigh and point it towards him, flicking the safety off. Joel moves again out of the corner of my eye, but I keep my focus on the man in front of me. The only thing that's on my mind is getting as much as I can out of him. I repeat my question again, my tone becoming low and the man in front of me sighs.

"She was out there trying to make a cure. We were back in Boston together about a year ago and she found some girl that was bitten but never turned. Unfortunately for Marlene, she was injured and couldn't take the girl herself, so she hired someone else to get the girl from Boston to the Fireflies out west. I left as she was setting up the deal. My men who were there tell me that the man she hired gunned down everyone in that hospital to get that girl back from the surgeon. Then he shot Marlene and took off with the girl." My blood runs cold in my veins but I can't afford to lose my composure now, there's still stuff I need from him. My mind is working a hundred miles a minute, there's too much information to process at once. Too many things are coming to light and I can't focus on unpacking it all right now.

"So why do the Fireflies want the children in the QZs dead? And what do these other people have to do with it?" My finger twitches on the trigger, throwing all sense of secrecy out of the window. A twisted grin spreads across Trevor's face,

"Someone's gotta pay for Marlene, someone's gotta pay for jeopardizing our shot at a cure. I'm going to make sure they pay the same price she did. It's only fair, after all." I shake my head, not understanding what he means.

"Those children have nothing to do with what happened to Marlene." I say, my voice becoming louder and rougher. I step forward and press the gun to the man's head. He glares up at me and grits his teeth as he speaks,

"One of them does, and they'll kill all the children they can just to find her."

Before I can get another word in, there's a loud bang that resounds through the room and the man's blood is splattered all over my front. As if time were moving in slow motion, I look down to see the man collapsed on the floor, his blood draining out rapidly, pieces of his brains scattered on my shirt. I'm frozen to my spot and feel someone's arms wrap around me and push me back behind the desk.

Seconds later, the door swings open and gunfire sounds everywhere, echoing off the walls. I shake my head and come back to reality and realize that the Fireflies left in this building are all coming down on us. Something in my mind switches and it's like I'm back on patrol in the QZs, my movements are on autopilot.

I peek over the desk and quickly aim at a woman rushing in. My trigger finger twitches and I send a bullet through her neck. She gurgles and falls to the floor, but another Firefly is quick to take her place. They shoot at me, but I make my shots count. The way I'm positioned behind the desk gives me the upper hand, and I'm able to shoot the Fireflies as they enter the room before they can see me.

I lose count of how many bodies I shoot down without a second thought. The building is now eerily silent, there are no more footsteps coming up the stairs or down the hall. Carefully, I stand and peek outside the door with my gun drawn, confirming that there are no more.

Once I'm satisfied with the lack of Fireflies, I turn back and see the carnage. There are at least twenty people all piled on the floor, lifeless. My eyes drag from their bodies to the map on the wall, now splattered with blood.

With a reeling mind I leave the room and head back down the stairs. Trevor's words replay in my head over and over and over again and my palms get clammy, my stomach starts turning as more pieces of the puzzle begin hastily putting themselves together.

My hands push open the base's front doors and I breathe in the fresh air and stumble away from the building. There's a sturdy tree just off to the left and my feet drag over the pavement to reach it, chest heaving as I begin hyperventilating. I haven't killed a man in over three years and now I've just slaughtered a dozen. And if that's not bad enough, I think Joel might be a madman.

Quick and ragged breaths enter my body and I'm unable to get control of myself. What does this all mean? My thoughts are cut short as the base door opens again and Joel strolls out, rifle in hand. He meets my wide eyes and tilts his head to the side with an unreadable expression on his face.

Scrambling to move, I push myself off the tree and urge my feet to start running. I don't know where I'm going, but I need to get away from Joel. I sprint the fastest I can, but it's no match for his speed. His boots thud on the pavement as he comes after me, and he wraps a strong hand around my wrist to halt my running.

It feels like my shoulder is pulled out of the socket as I'm jolted to a stop. I turn around in his grasp and try to wrestle myself away, but I can't. He's too strong for me. Through watery eyes I see Joel's jaw set tight and I quickly come to terms that I might die here too.

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b1gtimerush · 10 months

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russian doll (season one) dialogue prompts from the first season of netflix's russian doll.

sweet birthday baby!

are you having fun?

do, uh… do ladies have midlife crises?

aren't you a little young for a midlife crisis?

it's my bad attitude that keeps me young.

you all right?

being a feline lover is not and has never been sad.

i thought you were a real sick fuck, but i see you're pretty deep, actually.

what's up with you?

have we met before?

the universe is trying to fuck with me, and i refuse to engage.

are you gonna tell me what's going on?

you know, your friends can't help you if you don't let them.

you're not helping me at all. you're sabotaging me.

will you help me out with something?

uh, i think i might be losing it, like i'm going crazy.

you will not be alone, okay?

thursday. what a concept!

buildings aren't haunted. people are.

did you kill someone?

i think we have something really, really good. and it's worth pursuing.

he goes, "you're using them as a distraction from the abyss," but he's wrong, because you are the abyss.

i want to cut your hair.

i'll never understand why you're being nice to me.

i think i finally figured out a little something about how this world works.

hey, man. didn't you get the news? we're about to die.

stop playing these mind games.

this is the problem. you're always trying to fix every little thing.

i… i can't do this anymore.

how could you do this to me?

i can… i… i can do it by myself. i can.

no one can do anything by themselves.

you showed up and everything has gone off.

from what i gather, we are in this together.

you're an asshole.

why do you think this is happening to us?

i love that you're a cunt. it makes me feel morally superior.

for my birthday, tell me if i'm a bad person.

nobody chooses me. i'm the hole where a choice should be.

you want me to feel guilty? well, i don't.

i don't want to be attached to anyone.

people thinking that i'm crazy is one of my biggest fears.

sometimes hail marys are the best marys we've got.

you ever been married, engaged?

i think i'm meant to be alone.

not many people could go through what we are going through.

how do you know that you're real?

we… we need each other. i need you. you need me.

look. i am sorry that i yelled at you for just trying to be a nice person, okay?

i just… i do not want to do this alone.

you are the most selfish person i have ever met.

thank you for changing my life.

i love you. i mean that in the truest sense.

no matter how much we think we're fooling people, our bodies… they can't keep lying the way that our minds can.

for years, i've just been… i've just been hollow.

i thought if i kept my head down, did everything right... this aching, gnawing feeling of being an absolute failure would just… would just go away.

i don't know why i'm alive.

life is like a box of timelines. you feel me?

i'm convinced our true purpose is to to connect with each other, if not help save each other's lives.

#rp prompt #rp prompts #inbox meme #inbox memes #ask meme #ask memes #rp meme #rp memes #bigtimeprompts.

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paperclipninja · 5 months

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Time and memory

This is more a pondering out loud than any theory or idea I necessarily subscribe to at this point, but there's something about time and memory and the wackiness of both through season 2 that has me thinking and full disclosure: This is not a complete thought.

I have had this post sitting in my drafts for about a month because there's some connection my brain is almost making, but can't quite. And during that time a whole lot of ppl have delved further into the time and set/prop inconsistencies, so this post is a little bit sharing a whole lot of the metas I've had the pleasure of reading, and also an attempt to share my own thoughts on it all.

There are amazing posts delving into the time inconsistencies already (like The ineffable discontinuity of time in ALL of Good Omens season 2? and the other work @embracing-the-ineffable has linked in their pinned post that explores this and @indigovigilance's look at Continuity errors is another one).

Then @cobragardens points out these extremely sus time-related situations in 5 Good Omens Timefucks that Haunt me

Then others have pointed out inconsistencies in prop placement, costuming etc, such as They are out of order by @maufungi and @purplewillowchicken's observations about Crowley's chair in the bookshop

But then, THEN, Neil answered an ask about Crowley's knowledge that hand washing would become all the rage during the Edinburgh flashback and his response here (incl. the excerpt "Either [Crowley] has an understanding of science and the world, or he has visions of the future. Or he read up on the ineffable planning a long time ago. Your call") could indeed be very Gaiman-esque teasing or it perhaps a little bit of a hint.

When you take in how many time discrepancies or inconsistencies (whether this is prop or costume inconsistency/changes or timeline ones) there are throughout season 2 and consider that this is a show that is deliberate and fastidious in it's inclusion/exclusion of any details, it has to make you wonder.

Also, in the book of Good Omens, Crowley's watch shows the time for Another place as, "it's always too late" and it's stuck on one time. But in the series, we've never had reference to his watch in this way and the line, "It's always too late" said by Crowley in season 2, is, to me at least, quite ominous, almost defeated, like it's something he contends with often.

There is something about the way he says that line that struck me on first viewing and continues to on every subsequent watch. It's not just that the meaning is a little ambiguous; too late because Aziraphale is already in danger? Too late because they've always been in danger and they're simply staying one step ahead? Too late because no matter what Crowley and Aziraphale do, they're part of a bigger plan that they have no control over or ability to slow down? All of the above?

The way Crowley says, "it's always too late" comes across as quite personal to me. Like he feels responsible. Or, if we're going to go with some timey-wimey bendy-wendy stuff, it's like he keeps falling short of preventing or achieving something he's being trying to achieve for a long time. He sounds deflated.

And yes, it could be the constant looking over his shoulder and never finding peace, absolutely. As I said right off the bat, I don't necessarily believe what I'm writing is true, but more of a fun little "what if?"

There have been theories about time loops and the idea that Crowley (or everyone) is stuck in a loop, and I could see how memory could come into that. I don't necessarily think Crowley's memory has been tampered with by Heaven or Hell, but the idea that being in a loop impacts memory, and that each time he goes around it shifts or alters memories depending on what has been changed etc, totally tracks.

Part of me thinks that playing around with time loops etc is a bit out of GO universe, but then I remember that Crowley stops time and that is pretty darn significant, so anything's possible?

So what I'm throwing into the mix is this - what if time and memory, specifically Crowley's, are somehow connected? More specifically, his involvement in the creation of nebulae aka space, sort of attached him to different timelines? Or allowed him to travel through time in different ways?

Yes, this is whackadoo, but he can stop time, possibly manipulate it, what if he can jump around in it too? What if, just like Adam resetting the Earth, essentially setting it on a new trajectory and timeline, Crowley finds himself in different timelines at different times, trying to get to the one where Earth is safe, he and Aziraphale are safe, where it's not too late?

And what if he's either not aware of it or doesn't know which timeline he's ever in until it is too late? And that's why he doesn't recognise Saraqael and Furfur. Or, what if he has indeed seen the future and is desperately trying to alter the past to avert whatever he's seen? But in doing so, any changes mean that present Crowley doesn't remember these angels and demons he doesn't recognise, because they are a result of trying to alter the outcomes of the future?

I think this is all far too sci-fi and quite unlikely but, if I was going to humour myself a little more, the comment Crowley makes to Maggie and Nina, that he and Aziraphale have been talking for "millions of years" - I always took it at him just exaggerating the time they've known one another to make a point (which, honestly, I still think is the case). But if I wanted to support my own out there idea, arguably, if Crowley was travelling back and forth through time, trying to do whatever he's trying to do, then perhaps he really does have millions of years of conversations with Aziraphale under his belt?

And that's why sometimes props are different or in different places - something's been altered in the timeline and it flows into the present. Then of course there's the idea that the Metatron or God or some entity is manipulating time and messing with everything, again, maybe *insert shrug emoji here*?

Though I do keep coming back to Neil's comment about Crowley having visions of the future. Perhaps it's not so much travelling through time, as being able to see through time? I mean, there's the whole scene that never happened with the dream of the bookshop standing alone amidst destruction and while it's never been said whose dream it was, if I was a betting person, my money would be on Crowley. Ya know, the one who has visions of the future. Because Earth destroyed while the bookshop still stands would certainly explain the "it's always too late" comment too.

So that's the end of my half formed not-really thought. It seems ridiculous to write such a long post about something I'm not particularly convinced about, but I certainly agree there's something funky going on with time and the memory thing bugs me because it's not consistent enough to be a memory wipe situation (I don't think), but it's been made obvious enough we're meant to notice. Either that, or Crowley is just being a smartass which, honestly, is far more likely.

#good omens meta #good omens #crowley #this is a rambly ramble that sort of says nothing in the end tbh #because I cannot for the life of me quite land this thought #al I know is that something is up with time #and my brain wants to know what it means

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deramin2 · 10 months

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I love how fucked up last night was (Critical Role C3 E63). There's another timeline where they reconciled their differences through their brief friendship. But maybe not for those specific people in their places of trauma after those last few days and seeing each other's actions.

On the one hand, it's justifiable because he was trying to do the same to them and likely would not have stopped. They started the battle saying they were just going to knock him out. But on the other, it was not necessary in that there could have been other paths.

That's what's so good about it as a story: the characters know this, openly started it, & they'll have to carry it questioning it. It's going to eat at them. It scares them to know they're capable of it. It feels like losing an idealistic part of themselves.

Because ultimately it doesn't matter if it was the totally optimized gamed out best solution. The characterization is how in that moment it felt like the only answer. The only way to not be hurt further physically and emotionally. A need for control.

They're going to have to figure out what they tell their friends when they meet again. How much they share (they'll likely omit the good times). Will they keep to themselves out of shame or the desire to not burden anyone else? Push it away into silence?

Last night changed them. It changed how they felt about themselves and their bond. It changed how they view the current conflict. What they're committed to and why. Who they think they're up against at all levels. What the other side motivation is.

Orym kept the locket because he wanted to believe those followers were misled and could be saved. But now? Fuck that. He's seen that connection isn't possible. It will be used to stab them in the back. To be another ambush like Zephra and try again.

There's no coming back from this for any of them. Stopping Ludinus means stopping his true believers. All of them. They can't be trusted and they don't want to be saved. They already believe they're saving themselves and the world by unleashing Predathos.

And who's to say if that's right or just? Real people are varied and I'm sure many could be persuaded to stop. Orym's been operating by trying to see the good in people. But right now he's thinking, "When people show you who they are, believe them."

Laudna has resisted being the monster she's been treated as. The monster Delilah is & encourages her to become. She's resists what her powers are bound to. She's not that. But last night she was. She was everything Delilah promised she could be & it felt good.

Ashton is processing how his village and his family were wiped out by true believers like this. A destructive cult where many got themselves killed. And he just helped one of them who's slipping back in that thinking. He can't escape this conflict.

And Prism can't turn her back either knowing this is what they're up against. And this is her chance to change the circumstances she's been being smothered under. Finally have her skill be appreciated. (Beau would be proud.)

There were no easy answers last night. No simple right or wrong. People caught in a conflict they are so small against & just trying to survive the night. It's a war, & war is not a noble and righteous thing. But it's sold to different groups as necessary.

#Critical Role #Critical Role Spoilers #Critical Role Campaign 3 #CR C3 E63 #Ashton Greymoore #Laudna #Orym of the Air Ashari #Bor'Dor Dog'Son #Prism Grimpoppy #Orym #Orym Critical Role #Laudna Critical Role

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melishade · 2 months

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I’ve been eyeing on this for a while and after thinking it over how not to make weird, #17 dark timeline with Eren and Mikasa either during Mikasa confession or after.

This ask game

Am I really about to spoil my own ending for the Dark Timeline?...Yeah, sure why not. Previous ask leading up to this!

Also for more fun: play Hans Zimmer's One Day from the POTC Soundtrack. I personally think it fits!

TW death. TW decapitation.

Mikasa eyes snapped open when the fury of the battle suddenly disappeared. She found herself in a sandy field under a starry night sky. A glowing blue tree was right behind her, reaching as high as the sky itself. But the tree looked...wrong. Why did some of it look like it was glowing purple?

"What...what is this?" Mikasa mumbled to herself.

"Mikasa," the Ackerman snapped her head to see Eren limping towards her. His hair was longer, and his body look weaker. But he still made his way towards her.

"Eren!" Mikasa cried out as she ran towards him and tackled him into a hug. She could feel his bones in his ribcage. What had Shockwave done to him since the attack on Paradis? Since he surrendered himself?

"You're alive," Eren sighed with relief as he embraced her, "Thank god you're alive."

Mikasa let Eren go before looking around. "Where are we?"

"The Paths," Eren explained, "It's where the power of the titans reside, and where all Eldians are connected. Time doesn't exist here. It's all eternal."

"But why does the tree look wrong?" Mikasa asked him.

"Shockwave," Eren hissed in anger, "Shockwave keeps destroying our lives. He managed to remove the source of all living matter from my back. He's using it to turn everyone into titans. We can't let him win."

"How do we stop it?" Mikasa demanded, causing Eren to look away in defeat, "Eren, how do we stop it?! How do we prevent more people from dying?!"

"Mikasa...I brought you here because you're the closest to me in reality," Eren slowly explained, "You have to....I need you to..."

Mikasa's stomach dropped when she realized what Eren was implying. She shook her head furiously. "No-!"

"Mikasa, it won't survive without me!" Eren pleaded.

"No!"

"Mikasa, we don't have time to debate!" Eren yelled at her.

"You just said time doesn't exist here!" Mikasa shouted in anger, "How could you do such a thing?! How the hell can you ask me to kill you, knowing how I feel?!"

"Because I don't want Shockwave to win!" Eren roared, "I don't want Shockwave to continue taking everything we love! We already lost so much! I can't lose any of my family anymore! I can't lose you too! We already lost so much! You're the closest to me in real life! You're right next to me! You have to! I would ask anyone else, but I can't because we don't have time! Please! I'm begging you! I need you to outlive me! Please!"

Eren clung to her uniform and crumpled to his knees. "Please. I'm begging you."

Mikasa felt her body trembling. What Eren was asking her, it was impossible! She wanted her to end his life?! She couldn't! She loved him! She...she remembered the chaos. Of everything they've been through. Of the people they've lost, either through death or through titan transformation or something else. If this continued, no one would be left. Everyone would be gone and Shockwave would win. If Shockwave was going to be stopped, then....Eren had to die.

Mikasa raised her head to the starry night sky, tears streaming down her face. Why?! Why was this world so damn cruel?! Why couldn't they just be happy for once and enjoy the beauty of it all?! Mikasa's gaze focused on the tree, remembering the words that Eren had told her. Time doesn't exist here. They could be here for all eternity if they wanted to, and everything in reality would still be the same. At least, that's what she understood.

"Give me one year with you," Mikasa requested.

Eren raised his head towards her. "What?"

"You said time doesn't exist here, so I want time with you," Mikasa commanded, "I want just one year with you, however long that's considered to be. I just want one year with you where the two of us can live in peace, away from the rest the cruel world."

Mikasa fell to her knees and cradled Eren's face. "Grant me that wish, please."

Eren was surprised at her request, but...knowing that this would no doubt be the last time he would ever see her, he could not deny it. "Okay, I'll give you a year."

Eren had used the dimensions of the Paths to create them a cabin in the woods, the life that Mikasa used the have, and the one that she had always desired. He made it as real as possible, he added seasons, storms, but no real danger. No vicious animals, no people, it was just them. They hunted for food, cleaned the house, walked along the river.

And this moment of peace and quiet had made Eren realize something: how fucking stupid he was. He was so desperate to find freedom and end the power of the titans, that when he finally had stability, even if it was fake, how stupid he was to ignore Mikasa's feelings and his own. She was kind, and beautiful, and only wanted to enjoy the simple things in life. And he was so abrasive and hard-headed. He didn't understand. What did she see in someone like him? The longer they had stayed there in this false world, the easier Mikasa was able to make peace with herself. However, Eren only found himself going through more internal turmoil. Eren had tried those moments of intimacy. Holding her hand, doing acts of service for her, they even slept in the same bed. Mikasa treasured those simple moments. It made her so happy, but it only made Eren feel all the more guilty. For what he had neglected her for, and for what he was asking her to do. He was asking her to do this impossible. And he...he loved her too much to put her through that.

But they were running out of time. He thought about giving an extra year. Spending more time. He didn't want to let this go. He wanted more time to make up for his failings towards Mikasa. But Mikasa was too content. Please, please Mikasa! Voice your concern! Ask for more time! Please!

But she didn't. The final day came. The two of them were sitting and watching the sunset together on the grass. Purple flowers bloomed next to them. Mikasa had rested her head on Eren's shoulder, but Eren just felt so tense. He was going to die soon. And his biggest regret was not treasuring his friends and family! For not treasuring Mikasa in the same manner she treasured him!

"It's almost time," Mikasa told him.

"...I know," Eren forced himself to say.

"...We have to go back soon," Mikasa added.

"We can stay," Eren insisted, "We can stay here just a little bit longer."

Mikasa sadly shook her head. "No. We have to go. We can't abandon our comrades any longer."

"Time doesn't work, remember?" Eren reminded, "We can just stay an extra year. Just the two of us."

Mikasa was stunned at Eren's urgency as she raised her head from his shoulder. "Eren-!"

"Just a little more time!" Eren started begging as he grabbed her shoulders, "I wasn't good to you! I was terrible to you! I want to make it up to you! Please?! I didn't want to hurt you, and I keep hurting you!"

Eren had slumped against her. "If only I had recognized your feelings, and mine, then maybe, I wouldn't have placed this burden on you....I'm so sorry for everything I ever put you through. For constantly running for something beyond my reach when I didn't recognize what was in front of me. For crying like a baby even now because I can't be mature and-!"

"That's not true," Mikasa cut him off. Eren raised his head to her, and Mikasa gave him a sad smile, tears streaming down her face. She grabbed his hands and helped both of them stand on their feet.

"Eren, you've done so much for me already," Mikasa proclaimed.

"Mikasa, I constantly put you in danger because of my own selfishness," Eren said.

"You also saved me from danger, over and over again," Mikasa reminded, "From Shockwave, from those traffickers, in the courtroom. You've saved me so many times. You've taught me how to live. And you..."

Mikasa looked down and touched the hem of her scarf. She looked back up at him as the tears finally fell. But the sunset that reflected on her face made her so much more beautiful. "You wrapped this scarf around me. Thank you so much. Thank you so much for being in my life!"

Mikasa wrapped her arms around Eren's neck and kissed him on the lips as the sun finally set and the world of the Paths finally returned. Eren felt tears streaming down his face her cradled her face in his hands and reciprocated her affection. As they continued to kiss, the Paths crumbled around them, and they returned to the battle that was raging on. Titans on the ground, the source of all living matter writhing and squirming and charging towards Eren. Optimus and the titan shifters were trying to stop it. Megatron was fighting Shockwave while Wheeljack and Arcee were wrestling the Predacon in the sky.

Mikasa had released Eren, the warmth of his lips still lingering on hers. Eren had fallen to his knees before her, leaving his body and soul in her hands. Mikasa was still crying as she pulled out her swords and raised them high in the air. She smiled sadly as Eren raised his head to see her face one last time.

"Goodbye, Mikasa," Eren said, smiling with trembling lips.

"See you later, Eren." Mikasa swung her swords, and sliced through Eren's neck, separating his head from his body with one clean swoop.

Shockwave noticed that something was wrong when he heard Terran cry out in agony. He looked up and watched in horror as the Predacon fell to the ground with Arcee and Wheeljack in tow. The Predacon crashed, and the two Autobots were flung off his back. Shockwave watched in horror as the hallucigenia let out an unholy scream before crumbling away and turning into steam. The pure titans that he had created had disappeared, and the humans that were turned into pure titans had regained their humanity. The titan shifters had lost their powers as well, their titan bodies turning to steam and their human bodies returning. No! NO!

"WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!" Shockwave roared at Megatron. Megatron was distracted at the sight before him that he didn't notice Shockwave aiming his cannon and firing at Megatron abdomen. Dark energon leaked out and the former warlord collapsed on his back. Megatron cried out in pain as he held his side while Shockwave stormed over to him. The scientist aimed his cannon at him in frustration.

"How?! HOW DID YOU DO IT?!" Shockwave shouted at him, "You had nothing! No plan! No proper tools! I had everything! I had all the proper tools and schematics! Yet you ended the power of the titans! How?!"

Megatron winced as he did his best to scan the battlefield. Shockwave was right. What did happen? How did the power of the titans even disappear? And that was when he spotted it. Mikasa was on her knees, cradling Eren's head to her chest with sadness and remorse. She was still crying, her swords and 3D gear now discarded. Megatron could see Eren's body crumble away into dust, but his head still remained. Megatron realized what had happened, what Eren and Mikasa have done, and couldn't help but started laughing bitterly.

"What's so amusing?!" Shockwave demanded.

"Love," Megatron answered him with the biggest bitter grin he could muster, "It was love. The most illogical, unreasonable, emotion out there, that helped us defeat you."

Shockwave clearly didn't like that answer. It made no logical sense! Shockwave charged his cannon, prepared to fire, but Optimus rushed him from behind and decapitated Shockwave as quickly as possible. Shockwave's helm rolled on the ground and his optic lost color as Optimus ignored his death and ran straight for Megatron.

(I'm proud of this. Also, I guess the Dark Timeline is technically done. I'll answer questions to fill in the gaps but here it is.)

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toasts-httyd-hyperfixation · 4 months

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Alright i can't decide so y'all are fixin to do it for me

I have several things i wanna work on but i cant pick one to do so ive been doin none of em

Options are

Redoing the Httyd Timeline and Ages post i made a while ago. Its all mostly accurate and the things not explicitly stated in canon i still stand by, but i found a couple other things to add in, and overall its a lil messy cause its from when first started making longer posts, so it could just do with an overhaul to clear it up a bit

Im trying to go through and make a Full AU list, with Name and a summary of what its about, so i can actually talk about em here, as well as sorting all other AUs out properly. These were all talked mostly via the Discord Server, so its literally sorting through whats gotta be hundreds of thousands of messages from over the course of >1 year. Which its great because ive deeply enjoyed talking to everyone ( Shout out to the Discord Buddies, Love yall, you're the Best🫶🫶) but my god, i should have kept on top of it lol.

This one i don't know if anyone else even really is interested in, but y'all are getting it eventually regardless, because ya know you can't stop me from making posts here, no matter how much yall may want to sometimes (Toothfull my beloved <3). Anyway the gist of this one is, idk if its just me, but a lotta times when i hear ages in a book, i understand it, but it doesn't really connect. So i like to go and find other characters and people that are the same age, especially in like movie or shows, where i can look at people that are the same age and go "Holy Shit, they're just babies" or such as the like as that if they're older (Mostly in Alvins case, that man is not as old as a lot of yall probably think he is, or maybe you don't, who am i to say what you do or do not think)

Number 4 is essentially the same thing as number 3 but height related instead. I just like making visual comparisons for a lot of these things, cause it helps put things into perspective, as well as its nice for like drawing and stuff.

This ones just Goofy. I have several sillier ships that ive had over the years, some that just fall into crack ship territory. Some of them i do actually think would be cute/sweet, others are just for the sake of going "Could you fuckin imagine". So im making a poll, much like this one, with a brief explanation, and then yall get to vote on em. I dont know if itll be for the Worst, The best, Which One is y'all's favorite, i dunno, but its gonna be something.

And then the last one i can think of is, i really don't know how to explain it, but it's talking about how, in my opinion, the Vikings view of hiccup is being accurately portrayed? Like, that's a really bad summary, but i can't think of how to explain it better so, this is kind of a vague, mystery option

Anyways, those are the options i got for now

Im probably forgetting something but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Everything'll eventually got done

So with that said

#httyd books #httyd #how to train your dragon #how to train your dragon books #not putting as many tags on this since its not really a Post post #Also this should say what i *try* to work on next #cause lets be real there is no guarantee im gonna be finishing it before switching to something else lol #i do not control the Adhd‚ i am simply bound to its will #anyways

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autumnoficarus · 5 months

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i can't stop listening to the 'purpose is glorious' track from this season's ost and thinking about how lovely the title and its meaning are. it's just such an amazing underlying theme in this show, and - while i do have criticisms about some of the choices made for the series finale - i really do feel the writers wholeheartedly delivered in sending that message home. for me personally, loki's ending is so gratifying and a large part of that is solely from viewing their arc's conclusion with the perspective of this theme in mind. to have spent years watching this character i hold very dear to my heart struggle to find belonging, to feel as though they matter and there is reason in their existence, finally get a chance to show - and recognize - their worth was so, so rewarding. and honestly, i think the message behind the phrasing of 'purpose is glorious' is all the more meaningful because of how loki's arc finished. yes, the outcome was bittersweet; yes, we're left knowing loki didn't get the happiness they undeniably earned after everything they'd gone through. it smarts something fierce to know their journey up until they deviated from their timeline and became a variant, as well as seen their eventual intended fate. the ache is only worsened after witnessing everything that happens within the TVA and the entirety of loki's character growth leading up to a redefining moment where they willingly choose to undergo a nightmarish amount of time in the endeavor to do the right thing. of course we want them to emerge victorious when they've struggled for so long, but that's not the point. loki's final moments are them forfeiting their right to a happy ending to preserve the stories of others because all stories matter and should inherently reserve the free will to be written; as sylvie says, loki makes their choice so their loved ones and life across the multiverse still have a chance to belong somewhere and embrace their place in the world. the take away is that even burden can be glorious. even with all the hardships of life - all the inevitable heartache, disappointment, and grief we encounter just by being alive - we have meaning in our existence. there is meaning in the trials we face, and the suffering we endure in order to overcome them. our pain gives us purpose; it gives us the ability to love, to grow from and for each other, and choose to sacrifice our happiness for the benefit of another. loki's purpose was forged in the bonds of those they met in their time at the TVA and the sense of value they gained from their companionship. their sacrifice perfectly conveys how the human capacity to love is one of cosmic greatness, which can ultimately surpass our instinctual desire to preserve one's self. we can move immovable mountains and challenge insurmountable adversity in behalf of the ones we love and their welfare. if that isn't an act deserving of glory, I don't know what is.

tldr; loki's purpose is the friends they made along the way = as the saying goes, 'tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. or: our own lives have purpose because of the connections we share with others, even when we are met with great loss.

#also this just shows the depth of love loki derived from knowing mobius and how they were changed for the better because of it #how mobius' initial - and repeated - acknowledgement of their potential is what gave them the necessary tools to rewrite their destiny #when loki first watches their fate on the sacred timeline their devastation is palpable; they now know they are meant to die -#at the hands of thanos after failing to save their brother -#after losing one last time #they see their final fate and know they were never meant to win; never to reach the respect and admiration theyve been chasing all this tim #but they're given a second chance at an ending - one they can be proud of and has meaning #and they SUCCEED; they ascend and take the throne not for power or control or even glory but because of the people they care for!!!!!!#loki accepts their burden with grace for the benefit of others; they escape the harrowing demise once preordained for them -#and while they mourn what they must leave behind they are fulfilled by the triumph of saving EVERYONE this time #the parallels between their sacred timeline ending and the finale's makes me way too emotional i am not okay #i have so many thoughts about the ost guahahauffh ignore me #i am obsessed with this track specifically like i want to write even more meta abt the significance of being used during mobius' last scene #okay these tags are way too long i'm shutting up now i'll see myself out #txt: icarus foaming @ the mouth analysis #char tags:#god of stories and faking death #peepaw from outerspace #loki meta #lokius #loki s2 #loki season 2 #loki spoilers #loki series #marvel #mcu #loki #Spotify

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Because I keep reading comments on how Sylvie is a bitch, too harsh, too cold, too selfish, too mean to everyone, how she doesn't care about Loki or anyone else... I decided to write this.

It's around 3k words of character study, with a bit of speculation here and there, and it's basically:

The Loki series, from Sylvie's point of view.

She is born in Asgard, she's a princess, heir to the throne. At some point in her early childhood her parents tell her she is adopted, she is not actually Asgardian, she is a Jotun. We don't know if in her timeline Frost Giants are seen as monsters like in Loki's one: maybe that experience was traumatic for her, or maybe not.

One day she is playing with her toys, all alone, and a door opens and some guards come out to grab her and kidnap her. She doesn't know where she is, what is this place: it's a scary place where soldiers take prisoners, hurt them, dehumanise them. Prisoners have to go through a procedure where they get scanned, dressed in a uniform complete with a collar, they have to sign some documents and then have to face a trial, where they are all judged as guilty no matter what, and then pruned. Sylvie is a child, she is scared, she doesn't even know why this is happening, where is her family, her home. She doesn't want to die, so she bits the guard that is stil holding her arm and steals a tempad to run away.

Where does she go? We don't know. Maybe she tries to go back home, her timeline, but has to run away again as soon as the minutemen come for her. Maybe she tries other timelines, causing multiple nexus events during the process. She has to constantly be on the run, hide, eat roadkills to survive.

Probably at this point she changes her name. Maybe being Loki is what causes the nexus events. Maybe if she was called something else, like Sylvie, the minutemen will stop chasing after her. But they don't. They keep coming. And she has to flee again.

One day she stumbles on a timeline that is about to get destroyed by an apocalypse of some sort, and no door opens, no minutemen come. She figures it out: hiding in apocalypses is the trick to survive. So she starts looking for disasters and dying worlds, places that are about to disappear, places where she can eat something, sleep a few hours, maybe have a shower and find some clothes, places where people are about to die, where no one makes it out alive but her, walking out a golden door just in time.

Sylvie can't make real connections there, she can't make friends, find love, have a family. Sure she can spend a few hours talking to people, learning her magic, maybe test it on them. She can live through their memories, listen to their cries and weeping stories while the world around them crumbles. That is all she will ever have: watching scared people crying and being in pain, a world after another being destroyed, annihilated. She was a princess and now she's a fugitive, jumping from apocalypse to apocalypse. And she still doesn't know why, they never even cared to explain to her what caused her nexus event, what she did wrong, maybe being born was a mistake? Maybe she was never supposed to exist.

So she makes a plan: destroy the organisation that took her life, that put her there. She starts to create nexus events on purpose, to take their equipment, steal as many reset charges as possible to bomb the timeline and cause so many nexus events all at once they won't be able to find her, so she can go to whoever is in charge and ask them why and kill them, took their life like they did to her.

Sylvie finally kidnaps a minutemen and enchants her to see her memories, to interrogate her and find where to actually go. And that's when this idiot comes, this Loki from another reality, and he thinks it's about him, as if she had the time. And he fights her, steals her tempad and brings her to the worst apocalypse ever. And now they are stuck there until they find a way to recharge the tempad before the end of the world. The idiot, this Loki, is annoying, but charming. They have so much in common, he is the closest thing she has to her home, to her past life, to her family that she can now barely remember. Anyway, he's a clown, he gets drunk, he destroys her mission once again, and also the tempad in the process. But he tries to offer a solution to escape the planet, although that doesn't work out.

After all these years living in dying worlds, watching people die before her eyes without an escape, her turn has come. Sylvie understands their fears, their sadness, their desperation, how those apparently meaningless last connections are actually really deep. She has no way to escape this time, she watches as the meteors crash down, but she is not alone, she has someone besides her, she has found her connection, and it cuts her deep like a dagger.

And then two doors open, minutemen walk out, grab them, bring them to the TVA, that scary place. She's alone again, waiting to be interrogated, probably some torture too, she needs to escape again, and then a minuteman walks in and asks her to enchants her, and she does. And this person believes her, wants to help her.

Renslayer, the woman who kidnapped her when she was a child, comes to collect her, to bring her in front of the Time Keepers to kill her. And when Sylvie asks her about her nexus event, she says she doesn't remember, as if it was never important, as if Sylvie is just a casualty, just another day in the office. Even the Time Keepers don't answer, they don't care. She wants to destroy them, and she does, with the help of Loki and the soldier, but they are just robots, dummies, smoke and mirror.

Sylvie is defeated at this point, tired, sad. Everything she did in her life, every part of the mission that led her to this, means nothing, just like the severed head at her feet. And then Loki is about to tell her something, and he gets killed right in front of her eyes. It's Renslayer who killed him, and Sylvie now is mad, oh real mad, and she demands answers, wants to know who is in charge and why all of this is happening. The woman in front of her keeps stalling with the help of a talking clock, but she does say something useful: Loki is still alive, he was sent at the End of Time. Maybe she can find Loki and finish the mission with his help. She prunes herself to find out, the minutemen won't have this satisfaction.

In the Void she finds a monster made of smoke that is guarding something important. She also finds the man who was working on her case, he says he wants to help her. She then finds Loki, and another bunch of Lokis, and they make a plan: enchant the monster, find whoever is in charge on the other side.

There is one problem though: Sylvie knows that Lokis, by nature, are not trustworthy, she is one after all. But this Loki assures her he will not betray her, he will be by her side. And she trusts him.

The plan goes through, they have finally found who is in charge. And he's slimy, deceiving, cunning, a devil. He tells them that this was his plan all along, that he paved the way for both of them, so they could take his place in running this machine that destroyed her life. Or they could kill him and wait for whoever variants of himself comes next, some of them are very dangerous. Sylvie doesn't need to think about it: she wants him gone, dead, she has been wanting to pierce through his heart since she was a child, she is dead set on this. Nobody, nobody, should never ever decide on someone's fate, someone's destiny, someone's life ever again. She's never got free will, she's going to give free will to everyone.

But Loki stops her, tells her to wait. He wants a seat, he wants control, he wants power, he says he wants her to be okay. How did she fall for it? Why did she trust him in the first place? She won't let him stop her, she has to push him away before she does something stupid. She kisses him goodbye and kicks him through a timedoor, even if it breaks her heart.

And then she is alone with He Who Remains, with the man in charge, with the man behind the curtains. And he doesn't resist, doesn't beg for his life, doesn't plead. He takes the knife in the heart and tells her they will see each other soon.

Sylvie is alone, her lifelong mission is over, done, complete, there’s nothing more to do. The man who put her there, who changed the course of her life forever, is now gone, dead, he's just a corpse sitting in front of her. She has waited for this moment her entire life, dreamed about it, and now she just feels tired, empty, alone, defeated. She falls on the floor and cries. He was right, others will come. Loki was right, and now he's gone. She can't admit that, she's too proud. She makes a new plan, a new mission: she survived all these years on the run, she can keep doing it, even if something worse than him comes, and she will kill every variant that will set foot on the timeline.

She grabs the advanced tempad and sets some coordinates for a branched timeline: Broxton, 1982. She finds a place to eat, she turns around to check the place, the vibe, the imminent destruction that has always been there... And she doesn't find it. People here are laughing, eating, chatting away, everyone is relaxed, the tornado sirens aren't blasting off, there isn't smoke from a fire, the sky is clear with no clouds or meteors, there is no imminent death, she is safe. For the first time since that day in Asgard, she can take her guard down, relax, stay.

And she does stay. She lets her hair grow, she finds a place to sleep and call home, a car to drive around, she even finds a job and she's good at it. She makes friends, she can have hobbies now, she can finally live. And if anything comes, if a variant pops up on the timeline she will take care of it. But as of now, nothing has happened: no threat, no death, nothing. The branches are not dying, she is living.

It's almost been a year, she's at her job, serving customers like every day, she's fine, her past feels like a dream now, a memory. And then Loki walks in, and he's with Mobius and a prisoner, and her past crashes through her. They talk, but Loki can only talk about the TVA, about the impending doom, about destruction, and she's done, she's tired, she doesn't care anymore, she has been through this all of her life and for once she wants to step away, be safe, be happy. In fact, she will kill anyone who might come for her, anyone who might take away her new life.

And then the prisoner says the entire timeline will die. Of course it's the TVA itself, bombing every branched timeline like they always do, and she cannot allow it, she has to stop it before it happens. So she helps Loki and his friend, she goes there with them, and then follows them to the TVA where she can see on the screen all the branches dying. The TVA is the problem, it's rotten, broken, there is no way to repair it, it must be burned into the ground before something worse happens.

She goes back home, but it doesn't feel the same. It's not safe anymore, the branch might disappear anytime, a variant might pop up anytime, her friends might die anytime. It's bittersweet, it looks safe but her survival instinct has kicked in once again.

And then a variant does pop up, a variant of He Who Remains is on the timeline, and she has to stop him before he does something dangerous. And of course Loki is there, between her and the variant, trying to stop her once again, and he seems able to talk only about the TVA, like it's the only thing on his mind. They fight, she has the upper hand this time, and she's dead set on killing the variant. But he begs, he pleads for his life, he just wants to make his own choices. And this is not like the one she killed before, this one looks different, less dangerous, more human. She spares him. She trusts Loki will do the right thing.

Renslayer is also there, and she doesn't beg for her life, she just tells her to kill her there and now, like He Who Remains did back at the End of Time. Sylvie has dreamed about killing Renslayer so many times it became an unhealthy obsession. She did something similar for the man in charge of her destiny and life, and what good did it do killing him? Nothing, really, it just left her drained. She opens a timedoor to the End of Time and kicks her in.

However, a variant of He Who Remains is still out there, she has to keep an eye on him, so she goes to the TVA. Loki was right, the timeline is imploding, the Temporal Loom is not working anymore, and this variant might be actually helpful. They have to do something now, quick, work on it.

That's when Mobius suggests to take it slow, to relax, to sit down and eat some pie. Branches are dying, time is imploding, and he just wants to eat a cake. Of course, to him this is nothing, he doesn't have friends on the timeline, a family, a home. Or maybe he has but doesn't want to know. How selfish of him to just be ignorant about it, to just look the other away. It really is just another day in the office for him, isn't it?

Of all the places she could storm off, of course she ends up in fucking pie land. Loki follows her, talks to her. He tells her that he asked for her help and she ran away, but she's here now, trying to do something, isn't she? It's not just because she couldn't kill the variant, he begged for his life, maybe she's turning soft, that would be a problem because soft gets you killed. She learned that all those years on the run, jumping between apocalypses. Loki tells her that being soft is not a weakness, it can actually make you stronger in the long run. He knows from his brother, and he knows from his new friends at the TVA.

She's still not really sure about it, about any of this, she wants to know how this will work, what are they going to do with the variant and all this place. And what does he suggest? To replace He Who Remains, to take people from the timeline when it's convenient and then put them back, monitor them, just like another TVA. It's like playing God.

Eventually, she follows him. She has no other choice than to help him and his friends to repair the Temporal Loom, so she can get back to her life on the timeline, to her friends. But even after saving the variant from Renslayer, the variant becomes spaghetti and the Temporal Loom explodes right in front of her, a burning bright light. She's fast enough to get away with the advanced tempad on her wrist, or maybe she thinks she did but she just appeared back on what has become her branch.

Everything looks the same for a while, at least that's what she tells herself, even though she sees stuff disappear from time to time, turn into spaghetti in the corner of her eye. And then Loki is there, again, and he asks for her help, again. He calls her selfish, because apparently it's selfish to want a life, to want to live on the timeline, to not want to die. She's been running all of her life and she can finally rest, she might be selfish for this but what's wrong with wanting something? What's selfish about wanting to live? And what's his motive anyway? Why is he desperately trying to bring back the TVA? Is it only to restore time? He wants his friends back, he doesn't want to be alone.

Yeah, Sylvie understands that. She had a life before all of this, she had a family, friends, a home. And then she didn't anymore. For a long time of her life, she was alone, nowhere to stay for more than a few hours, no friends or even an acquaintance. Loki was the first one she could call a friend, but then he betrayed her and came back only to ask her for help or talk about the TVA. And now he is doing it again, and now he's also kidnapping his friends from their timelines, from their life, because he doesn't want to be alone. That's selfish. He should just let go, write his own story, his own destiny.

She leaves him there, she needs to unwind all these thoughts swimming in her head, all this sadness. She goes to the record store, some music might help her calm down. She's listening to a song while she ears her friend cry out her name, she turns around and he's becoming spaghetti, everything is becoming spaghetti, the lp she was listening to is disappearing in front of her, the branch is just a giant pile of spaghetti now. Sylvie does what she knows best: open a timedoor and walk away from the apocalypse, just as she did before, all her entire life.

She is not safe anymore, Loki was right, the branches are all dying, everything is falling apart, turning into spaghetti. She runs to him, she doesn't know what to do, she warns him, she asks for help, but it's too late: this branch is also dying, people are turning into spaghetti in front of her, one after the other, just strings floating in the air. She can't use the tempad, there's nowhere left to go. She looks at Loki and feels her body become strings, floats away.

And then she's back. Loki is in front of her, the strings are floating in the air next to her, she looks at Loki, there's nowhere left to go.

And then she walks out the timedoor, tell them that everything is falling apart, the branches are dying, they have to do something. And Loki tells them he did it, he learned how to control the time slipping, he can do it, he can rewrite the story.

And then they are back in the TVA.

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