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When Your Powers Are Taken | All Ninja x Female Reader
REQ: I HAVE A REQUEST!! How abt all ninja x female reader; when your elemental power is taken by aspheera (like kai’s was taken)
can i be frank with yall, i kinda like this lmaoo. kinda want to make a p2 to this, how y/n will react to losing her power. thx for the request, i really enjoyed writing this!! hope yall enjoy! <33
if you want me to make this a seprate reaction i'll write that as well, just holla <3 by that i mean each of thme having their own reaction to y/n losing her power
E/P: Elemental Power
"No! Don't!"
It was too late.
With one push of the block, aligning the puzzle in it's proper pattern. It glowed bright color's and the pyramid started to rumble. Dust and pebbles fell from the top of the room. Everyone stood in a line in front of the large chamber, waiting to see what will happen.
Suddenly, the door exploded, causing everyone to duck down as dust filled the room. Laughter soon emerged from the chamber, and you opened your eyes to see a large, blue, female snake slither out with a staff in her hand.
You squinted your eyes, coughing from the debry that fell upon you. You tried to get abetter iew of the snake lady in front of you.
"Free at last," She said as she looked around. She looked forward to see 8 figures on the ground, "Where is he?" Was the first thing she asked. Looking oward Lloyd.
"Who?" Lloyd grunts as he tried to stand, "The treacherous deceiver. The one who imprisoned me." She spoke, "Tell me where he is, and I, Aspheera, will show you mercy." The snake demanded.
"I believe she is looking for the boy mentioned in the hieroglyphics." Zane guessed as everyone sat up from the ground.
"What do I tell her?" Lloyd whispered, looking over to Nya who got in his face with a worried tone, "Tell her the truth! We don't know."
They all stood, Lloyd starting to speak, "Uh, that was a while ago..."
The blade on the snakes staffed began to glow purple as her rage increased. Raising her weapon, she shot a bright, purple beam to Lloyd, knocking him into the nearest wall.
Clutch Powers dodged Lloyd's body as it made contact with the stone. The ninja's pulled up their hoods while you got your weapon in hand, all of you ready to fight.
"Let her have it!" Jay shouted, shooting a spark of electricity toward the Serpentine.
"Uh," Clutch spoke as he hid near the wall of the exit, "I'll get help!"
"Help from who? The camals??" You shouted at the explorer who ran away. "Y/N, focus!" Nya shouted at you, both of you dodged the blast of purple energy shot at from the snake.
The Serpentine chuckles as all the Ninja's and your's powers blew right off her, leaving not even a scratch on her.
"You."
Her hand pointed toward you as you were the only one in front of her. Her eyes and yours locked, "You are a E/P elemental?"
"The one and only! Name's Y/N! Not so nice, to meet you!" You shot a blast of E/P at the Serpentone when you shouted to meet,watching her once again take the hit without ant damage.
You watched as her head slowly raised, her hissing loud and clear in your ears.
"Your E/P, enlightens, me." Aspsheera spoke softly, slowly slithering her way toward you as she continued, "For too long I have been trapped in this cold, dark place."
You stepped back from the snake as she got closer, and closer.
"I will take your E/P!"
"I'd like to see you try, snake!" You tempted, ready your power in your hand. Before you can land a hit, you saw her wave her staff to the side and toward you raising up, however your body followed with her staff.
You felt your body freeze, you couldn't move. Your feet were lifted from the ground as you felt the power inside you fade away. It hurtI. You let out screams of pain, trying to break free from the Serpentines hold.
However, the purple hold had you in a tight knot. You weren't able to escape and endeered the pain.
"Y/N!" Kai cried your name, attempting to get up and stop the snake.
"What's happening?" Cole cried "She's stealing her elemental power!" Zane shouts, answering Cole's question. "We must stop her!"
They tried.
They really tried.
When they attempted their spinjitzu on her, she gave them a taste of theirown medicane, somehow still being able to steal your power.
You felt your eyelids get heavy, and your body grew more and more tired by the second. Next thing you knew everything went blank.
"She knows Spinjitzu." Lloyd mumbled in a worried tone.
"How?!" Jay cried, twice as confused as Lloyd.
Suddenly, your body fell straight to the floor, but you didn't move. Not even an 'ow' left your lips. Bad sign.
You were knocked out cold.
"Y/N!" Lloyd called out your name, everyone running to your body.
"I..thank you, elemental. In return for your gift, I shall spare your lives."
Next thing, well, no one knew, was there hands chained up to each other and pinned to the wall high above the ground. However, you were still knocked out in between Zane and Nya.
"May you enjoy your time in this place, as much as I did. Farewell," Aspheera, who was now the color of your E/P, bid her goodbyes, slithering toward the exit.
"You won't get away with this!" Lloyd yelled over to the snake.
They all watched the Serpentine leave, Lloyd looked back at your unconscious body. Your head was hung down low as your right arm was raised in the air by the chain that pinned you all to the wall.
"Y/N? Y/N, can you hear me?" He cried, pulling himsef forward to try and see you better. Nya was able to reach over, holding herself forward with her feet, as she pulled down your mask that coverd the body half of your face and look at you with a sadden look.
"Zane, how is she?" Cole asked, looking ove rto his Nindroid friend who was already steps ahead of him.
Zane took a moment to scan your body, before responding.
"Her vitals ar stable. She's alive. She should recover shortly." Zane spoke with a soft smile.
"Good." Lloyd sighed, looking at the chain above him,
"Now we just have to figure out a way out of here."
#lego ninjago#ninjago#lego ninjago x reader#ninjago x reader#x reader#x y/n#x you#female y/n#ninjago kai#ninjago cole#ninjago lloyd#ninjago nya#ninjago jay#ninjago zane#ninjago secrets of the forbidden spinjitzu#nijago imagines#colesluvr writes ★
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14th September 2022: 200th Anniversary of Decipherment of Hieroglyphs:
“According to Hermine Hartleben, who wrote the most extensive biography of Champollion in 1906, the breakthrough came on 14 September 1822, a few days before the Lettre was written, when Champollion was examining copies made by Huyot. One cartouche from Abu Simbel contained four hieroglyphic signs. Champollion guessed, or drew on the same guess found in Young's Britannica article, that the circular first sign represented the sun. The Coptic word for "sun" was re. The sign that appeared twice at the end of the cartouche stood for "s" in the cartouche of Ptolemy. If the name in the cartouche began with Re and ended with ss, it might thus match "Ramesses", suggesting the sign in the middle stood for m.
Further confirmation came from the Rosetta Stone, where the m and s signs appeared together at a point corresponding to the word for "birth" in the Greek text, and from Coptic, in which the word for "birth" was mise. Another cartouche contained three signs, two of them the same as in the Ramesses cartouche. The first sign, an ibis, was a known symbol of the god Thoth. If the latter two signs had the same values as in the Ramesses cartouche, the name in the second cartouche would be Thothmes, corresponding to the royal name "Tuthmosis" mentioned by Manetho. These were native Egyptian kings, long predating Greek rule in Egypt, yet the writing of their names was partially phonetic.
Now Champollion turned to the title of Ptolemy found in the longer cartouches in the Rosetta Stone. Champollion knew the Coptic words that would translate the Greek text and could tell that phonetic hieroglyphs such as p and t would fit these words. From there he could guess the phonetic meanings of several more signs. Upon making these discoveries Champollion raced to his brother's office at the Académie des Inscriptions, flung down a collection of copied inscriptions, cried "Je tiens mon affaire!" ("I've done it!") and collapsed in a days-long faint.” [X]
#egypt#ancient egypt#egyptology#archaeology#historyedit#mine#my edit#documentary#doc: the nile 5000 years of history#champollion#rosetta stone#hieroglyphs
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Nothing and Everything - Part 2
Summary: Certain times of the year are harder than others. This is the first year where they have all been present to face the memories of all the trauma. How can they come together when they each have their own traumas to face?
Pairings: Gen fic (they love Layla and she loves them)
Warnings: Heavy dissociation, Mentions of child abuse, some mentions of violence, Depression, mentions of self harm, PTSD.
Word Count: 4182
Part two: Sometimes bad days escalate. Steven is having a bad day. How do you cope with the loss of your dreams?
Part one HERE.
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“I’m better off.” Steven muttered to himself as he walked past the building.
He ignored the banners on the light poles along the street. Banners that boasted incorrect information.
He moved past the familiar steps he had stumbled up and down so often in a state of near sleep.
He didn’t turn left at the fountain and he didn’t push past security to be misnamed at the door by a bloke he worked with for a solid year at least.
He glanced up once to take in the familiar columns and looming windows. He could remember the slick tile floors, the staff room with the lockers where he would put his bag, the smell of the coffee brewing at the cafe, and the sound of the beep of his inventory gun.
He hated the gift shop. He hated pushing candy and badly designed toys on the children. He hated that they learned incorrect things at a place that they trusted. He hated the stolen artifacts and the guilt of knowing they were there for his viewing pleasure when a culture cried out to curate their own history. A fact that Layla had instantly taken the time to imbue on him right away.
Yet… There had been something sacred about knowing he could see it all. Of knowing he could turn left at the hall of ancient history and find himself looking at the Rosetta Stone.
How long had he wanted to be involved in it all? Those first Natural Geographic magazines they had handed out in school had delighted him. Steve Martin’s ridiculous song about King Tut had enchanted him when they had shown it in art class in some misguided attempt to get the kids excited about hieroglyphics.
Steven’s hand tightened on the strap at his shoulder, pulling down on the bag as if it might hold him in place.
He recalled taking a career placement test in school and being told he should be a museum curator. He remembered how baffled he had been, not understanding what that was at the time.
Life had taken him on a different path. Or so he had thought. College? Well, it just hadn’t really been his cup of tea, so he told himself. He was more of a home school self taught sort, wasn’t he?
It explained why he couldn’t remember graduating high school or applying for colleges. Perhaps money had been a factor? College wasn’t cheap, after all, and his family had… He wasn’t sure?
You had to have degrees to curate a museum. You had to have work experience to be on a dig site. A man of his age… How old was he again?
A tour guide position had appealed to him. Walking through the museum on a path he picked and teaching his passion to them. Correcting the wall cards and dropping knowledge bombs on everyone…
Steven applied despite his lack of schooling. He remembered the interview. The look on their face as he babbled and smiled and fidgeted. He didn’t understand a few of the questions. How could he? They hadn’t been fair.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t feel it would be a good match for you at this time. It’s quite a demanding position. But… We do have openings elsewhere…” Pity laced the suggestion and then he was in the gift shop.
With Donna.
Steven looked up at the sky. It was very blue. A hot summer with an unforgiving sun that beat down on them much like it had in Egypt.
A sun that tanned his skin that had gotten pale in the English light. Coming home, he was almost as dark as he used to be as a kid running around outside in the streets of…Chicago, he supposed was the right answer.
Another memory that didn’t line up with the story he had told himself. Who was he really? Where had he come from?
Questions in interviews that he couldn’t answer. What school did he have? What background? What was the source of his knowledge?
All hopes and dreams of the museum were gone.
He had re-applied. Of course he had. The second he was back from Egypt, adventure and first hand knowledge fresh in his mind.
Not to the gift shop. He would never set foot in that place again if he had anything to do with it.
He didn’t even get a call back. He gave it a month.
Applying again, this time he called and spoke to HR directly.
“No, but I’m better now. It’s all sorted. It was all just a terrible misunderstanding.” He promised and smiled, pleading silently to get back in. Maybe not as a tour guide… But he could work up to it. If they’d just give him a chance.
“With your history, we just can’t allow it. You are, of course, welcome to visit and use the friends and family discount.” They had offered. They might as well have spit in his face and called it a blessing.
And now? Well… Now here he stood. Looking up at the peak museum that he couldn’t bring himself to set foot in again. Not now and maybe not ever. Seeing them look at him with pity. Like he was crazy. Like he was an idiot.
“Better off…” He turned and continued down the street.
It was hot. Muggy, really. It wasn’t the dry heat of Egypt. This one got into his pores and made him sweat and feel the heaviness of his eyelids.
There was no AC in his flat and it was hard to sleep in this heat.
Harder to sleep when someone kept waking them up in a panic.
Marc perhaps? Maybe Jake? Maybe himself. He really wasn’t sure. Dreams of being buried alive left them waking in heavy sweat and gasping for air. The real kicker was that all three of them could sympathize thanks to their various experiences of death.
One man should not have that many deaths to point to.
Steven approached a familiar group of fountains and joined a small group of people to watch a man painted head to toe in gold strike statuesque poses.
Once the people grew bored of him and moved on, Steven stepped up and placed a well wrapped sandwich in the offering bowl.
“Slim pickings today, eh?” He smiled and took his old seat. “Tourist season is pretty much over. They hate this heat, you know. Utterly dreadful. I don’t know how you put up with it in all that.”
The man didn’t move, but he listened. It was all Steven could ask for. All he ever asked for.
“I had an interview today. I don’t think it went well. I think I’m aiming too high. I’m probably on some sort of watch list.” He chuckled to himself till he realized that Marc probably WAS on some sort of watch list. Probably more than one.
“Marc says I don’t have to work. He’s got enough money to handle things.” He talked about the others openly now. Though sometimes he left out little details, like the fact that the others shared a body with him. “Jake works. Why shouldn’t I also help out? I’m the only one not making my own way…”
The man in gold adjusted his pose slowly till he was sitting in a new pose. He really did look like the sort of statue you might find in Venice.
“I miss the museum.” Steven sighed softly. “Don’t miss Donna. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely do not miss her.”
Her look of disgust when he walked into her gift shop the first time came back to him now. Her judging glare as he stumbled into a display that had no business being in the middle of a walking path. Her eye-roll when he reorganized the keychains from small to large because it made more sense that way. Her pursed lips when he corrected the pronunciation of the names of different gods and goddesses.
Steven was quiet as he looked up at the sun, wishing it would go down faster. The night only helped a little. Once the sun was down, the heat that had baked the city now was free to rise back up, like opening an oven door. It was somehow almost worse. Stale and stagnant as it lingered in his home that quickly became hotter inside than it was outside.
“You’re doing alright, aren’t you?” He looked up at his golden friend. “Tough crowds out these days.”
The statue looked hopeful, even a little contemplative. Steven took it as a good sign.
He nodded then glanced at his watch. “I gotta run. I’m meeting Layla for dinner. Let her know how dismal the interview went. Next time I’m up in this area I’ll be sure to stop by for a real chat, though.”
Steven smiled as his golden friend gave the smallest of nods before adjusting his gaze further towards the plaza, hands reaching for some imagined something or someone that the statues always seemed to need.
Hurrying back past the museum, Steven didn’t bother to look this time. It hurt too much.
He was only part way to the restaurant when his phone chimed. Glancing down, he stopped in his place to read the message from the last place he had interviewed.
“Thank you for your interest and application, but unfortunately we are looking for someone a bit more qualified.” Steven deleted the text then slipped his phone back into his pocket.
He didn’t need to reply. Couldn’t even bring himself to check his phone when it chimed again. He stood at the edge of the sidewalk, watching the people walk by and cars zip around.
There went the bus he used to take every day going home from work. This was about the time he’d catch it. It was usually less busy late at night if he got stuck doing inventory. He could easily sit in his favorite seat, partway in the back over the wheel. He liked that he could curl his legs up a bit and that the seat was a little higher than the others. It made looking out the window easier.
He had perfected the fine art of dozing on the bus just enough to not miss his stop. Shutting his eyes, he’d listen to the cars and feel the sway as the bus curved and turned down the streets.
Left turn at the light, three stops, right at the corner store, four more stops and a light that they always seemed to get stuck at for ages. Another left then a meandering street that went on for ages. On the final right, he would sit up and watch for the old building that used to be a pharmacy and was now under construction.
If he felt up for it, he might get off a few stops early and pop into the shop with all the novelty items. He’d used to call his Mum in that shop and laugh about all the bobbleheads and weird tea jokes on the post cards.
Steven was dimly aware of his phone chiming again and then finally it started to sing a jaunty tune.
His hand moved and fished it out on its own accord. “Hm?” Was all he could get out as he answered it.
“Steven? I’m at the restaurant. Are you nearby? I can snag a table for us.” Layla’s voice called to him and Steven closed his eyes for a moment.
“Yeah. Uh huh.” He fished for the ability to speak. “Okay.”
There was a pause and Steven ran a hand through his hair, tossling it as he realized his fingers were trembling.
He had no business being this disappointed. He knew it went poorly. He knew he wasn’t going to get it. He had no business applying for anything other than bag boy.
“Are you alright?” She felt across the divide, sensing the deep silence that was lingering over her normally chatty boyfriend.
“Mmm Hmm.” He at last found a few words. “I’ll be there in a bit. I’m just down the street.”
He fumbled with the phone then hung up, wincing as he did so. He never cut the conversation so short normally. He didn’t even remember to tell her that he loved her or thought the world of her or was so happy… So happy to…to have her…
He rubbed his eyes and started to walk towards the restaurant. His toe caught the side of a bit of uneven sidewalk and he stumbled forward, trying to catch himself.
His shoe landed wrong and he ended up rolling his ankle, but at least he hadn’t ended up on his ass.
By the time he made it to the restaurant, Layla sat waiting for him at a table near the back. It would be a bit quieter there with less traffic and chances of people bumping into him. A table she knew he would appreciate.
Steven hobbled over and sat down, forcing a smile that felt more painful than it should have been as smiling was the last thing he wanted to do.
He couldn’t focus. Layla was talking but her voice was faded into the background and so was he.
He blinked and felt a familiar shift and spin. He was aware of the sensation of time passing and suddenly he was no longer at the restaurant, but in his own apartment standing before the fish tank in his pajamas with fish food in hand.
He looked into the tank for signs of having fed the fish already before he sprinkled some flakes into the tank, watching as the fish happily gulped them up.
He assumed he was doing his bedtime routine and glanced around to try to figure out how far along they had come. The door was locked, the kitchen looked clean, his mouth tasted minty fresh, and the lights were off in the living room.
He set the food down and switched off the fish tank lights. “Good night, Gus and Gus.” He yawned and took a step towards his room. The ache in his ankle made him limp and the day slowly came back to him.
Glancing to the bedroom, he found Layla already in bed and on her side, facing away. Was she mad at him? He was supposed to have dinner with her and tell her about his interview and plans for a job. Plans that now felt meaningless.
Who had been left at the table? Had Jake been forced to sit there and socialize or had Marc taken the time to enjoy a meal with his wife? Marc hadn’t been out in a day or two.
In fact, Marc hadn’t even so much as spoken to him in the past three days. Jake was even being quiet and Steven had never felt so alone.
The lost time was upsetting too. It had been ages since he’d felt a solid amnesic barrier and simply been deposited back in his flat as if it had all been a bad dream. Just like in the start. Ignore it all and feed the fish. Let the adults handle things.
He felt angry. He wanted to yell about the unfairness of it all. He wanted to throw things and demand that he be given a chance. Just one chance.
Standing silently in the dark, looking at the shape of Layla sleeping soundly, Steven started to cry.
The tears fell, large and slowly at first.
He was a child again, standing in his dark room and looking out the window. Why didn’t he have any friends? Why did no one want to play with him? Why did they call him names and run away?
Of all his missing memories and secrets that had been kept from him, why was this the one that he had been allowed to keep?
His father that didn’t want to hear him speak. You talk too much sometimes. If you would just speak normally then maybe the others would want to play with you.
Was this what it was like? Was this why Marc never let him do anything? Marc had spent so much time trying to protect Steven from his own traumas that he had failed to see that Steven had his own form of suffering.
“I’m alone.” Steven’s voice wavered. He remembered eating steak alone at the restaurant. He remembered the routine of sand and tape and shackles. He remembered the ridicule and outright bullying from Donna. He remembered being left out of work get togethers and parties. Of not being invited to birthday parties at school. Of sitting alone at his own birthday before a cake and wondering why no one else was there.
“I don’t want to be alone!” Steven sobbed, unable to contain it anymore.
There was a shuffle and he heard Layla sit up then jump out of bed and scramble to him.
“Steven!” She gripped his shoulders, looking him over as if looking for the source of injury or pain. “Steven, what’s wrong? What is it?”
Steven could only sob louder as he pulled away and sank down to the ground, pulling his knees to his chest and hugging them tightly as he rocked.
Layla took a moment before she slowly sat down next to him. She watched him for a moment, trying to work out what to do. She had seen Steven break down like this only once before and that had been shortly after she first met him when he had been overwhelmed.
She started with a hand on his arm, gentle and light to see if he would tolerate being touched. When Marc had his moments, he would push her away and block himself off. Steven had always been the opposite of Marc, open and honest.
When Steven didn’t pull away, she wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close. He resisted for a moment, mumbling something.
It took her a moment to make out what it was he was saying.
“Sorry… I didn’t mean it… I’m sorry. Please don’t be mad at me. Please…” He sniffled and buried his face into his arms, clinging to his knees tightly.
“I’m not mad. Why would I be mad?”
“I didn’t go to dinner. I didn’t… Didn’t get the job. They hated me.” He wiped his eyes angrily and looked away. “Not good enough. No one wants me!”
“No, sweetie! That’s not true! Of course people want you! Those people are just idiots to pass you over. They don’t know you and what a wonderful and amazingly smart person you are!” She stroked his back and tried to get him to look at her. To see what he was indeed loved and wanted.
“No one wants me.” Steven stubbornly refused to look at her. He was lost in memories that he used to just brush aside. Memories that he had forgotten.
“I wish you would stop playing that game.” His father looked at him with frustration and concern. “There is no Steven. People are starting to talk and the school says it’s becoming a problem. You aren’t this Steven Grant person, okay? You’re Marc. You can’t keep doing this.”
“I am.” Steven muttered angrily. “You’re wrong.” He argued with the voices of the past. “You’re wrong.”
“Hey… Steven…” Layla brushed his hair back and looked at him sternly. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You’re here with me in your flat.”
It was something she had learned with Marc when he had his flashbacks. Give him something to cling to. Make him safe. Make him present.
She didn’t know what Steven was seeing, but he was lost. She got up and turned on the lights, trying to guide him back.
Steven gave a slow blink then wiped the tear from his cheeks. He glanced around then sat back, sniffling. She had never seen him look so lost before. Normally one of the others would have stepped in by now.
That was how it worked, right? If one felt bad then another would come in and set things right? Steven kept them happy and peaceful and Jake kept them safe and Marc kept them going.
She watched as Steven looked down at his hand then moved to rub his sore ankle. He looked puzzled for a moment as if trying to figure something out.
Jake had said very little about their day to her over dinner. He had mentioned about Steven tripping and about the poor interview. He had said that Steven wasn’t taking it well, but that they would handle it.
Had Jake lied to her? Did Jake really not know how badly Steven was taking it?
Doubt crossed her mind and for the first time, she wondered if maybe things weren’t the way she thought they were. She had let them tell her how their system worked. How they had their own jobs and aspects to keep it going smoothly. How things would be fine.
Maybe they didn’t know.
Steven took a deep breath and looked up at her. “Sorry. M’alright. Right mess I am, huh? I should ice this. I don’t think it got iced yet. Last thing we need is for us to be hobbling around tomorrow. Do you know if we’ve had any aspirin or anything?”
“Jake took something when we got home.” Layla crossed her arms over her chest tightly as she realized Steven didn’t know who had taken them home and there had been zero communication.
Steven nodded and slowly got to his feet. “I didn’t think I’d get the job. I’m such a nut… Crying over something I didn’t even want.”
Layla moved to help him and sat him down on the bed. “It is perfectly reasonable to be upset over things like this. Just remember that you aren’t a failure or unwanted. You are amazing and I love you so much.” She kissed his forehead lightly. “Wait here. I’ll get you some ice.”
She moved to the kitchen to sort some ice into a bag and to give Steven a moment. When she returned, Steven was right where she’d left him, looking sad and dejected.
“Marc and Jake aren’t talking to me.” He sighed.
“It is late. Maybe they uh.. Are asleep?” She had no idea how that worked. Did they fall asleep on their own? Where did they go when they weren’t up front watching or talking?
Steven shrugged noncommittally and accepted the ice, putting it on his ankle gingerly.
“I suppose. It just feels like… Like I’m alone.” He shook his head and she got the feeling he was leaving something out.
“No one’s mad at you. Especially not me.” She sat next to him and wrapped her arms around him, holding him close.
He leaned in but still seemed so far away.
“Yeah.” He at last said. “Has Marc been out at all?”
“Not today as far as I’m aware. I did see him a bit yesterday morning. We had some coffee and he watched part of a baseball game.” She thought back to yesterday.
Marc had gone through the motions. Kissing her good morning, making the coffee and toast. He had watched the game, clapping and heckling the players accordingly, but it had seemed like more of a script than a real reaction.
Marc had gotten quiet halfway into the game and Jake had come out for a bit before letting Steven slide in. Did Steven now know that Marc had been out?
Jake had assured her that Marc was just feeling down and needed some time. Jake had looked tired.
Come to think of it, that had been the first time she had seen Marc in over a day.
Layla frowned and gave Steven another squeeze. “Feeling better? Do you need any tea or some water?”
Steven shook his head. “I’m fine. I think I just want to sleep it off. Tomorrow I can put it all behind me. Just needed a little cry, huh? Let the feelings out so they don’t get bottled up like certain someones.” He gave a little jab and smile but it faded instantly.
Steven set the ice aside then crawled to his spot on the bed and settled between the covers. He bundled himself up tightly in the blanket and lay still.
Layla got up and switched off the lights before sliding into the bed. She gave it a moment then slowly reached out and slid a hand over him. Steven made a small sound and slowly scooted over to let her curl up around him protectively.
“Shhh…” She stroked his hair as he breathed deeply, his breath hitching slightly now and then as he struggled through an emotion that she didn’t understand.
Eventually his breathing evened out as he fell asleep. She peeled back the blankets just enough to get a look at his face, calm and relaxed, but still carrying the lines of stress.
She kissed his hair, breathing in deeply before allowing herself to relax at last.
Layla was going to have words with Jake the next time she saw him.
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#Moon Knight#Moon Knight Fic#Marc Spector#Steven Grant#Jake Lockley#layla el faouly#Jake's gonna get it is what's gonna happen#It's hard to go back to old jobs sometimes#Ever had one of those days where you just argue with the past?
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The Dancing Men pt 1
His head was sunk upon his breast, and he looked from my point of view like a strange, lank bird, with dull grey plumage and a black top-knot.
This is probably not the image ACD (nor Watson) intended to conjure up, but this was what I immediately thought of.
Ooh, we're starting with a Holmes deducing Watson section again. That hasn't happened for a while. I thought Watson had got over his amazement at having it turned on him. Apparently not.
I looked with amazement at the absurd hieroglyphics upon the paper.
“Why, Holmes, it is a child's drawing,” I cried.
Watson knows some very intelligent egyptologist children.
“Well, Mr. Holmes, what do you make of these?” he cried. “They told me that you were fond of queer mysteries, and I don't think you can find a queerer one than that."
Yes, but aside from Holmes' taste in literature, what about the paper?
OH, I have read this one before. I didn't remember the title, but I do remember the little stick figures. Not that that reminds me of anything else.
"You'll think it very mad, Mr. Holmes, that a man of a good old family should marry a wife in this fashion, knowing nothing of her past or of her people; but if you saw her and knew her it would help you to understand."
Oh no, Mr Cubitt, have you been honey trapped?
"If you take me, Hilton, you will take a woman who has nothing that she need be personally ashamed of; but you will have to be content with my word for it, and to allow me to be silent as to all that passed up to the time when I became yours."
Oh dear... this is not a good sign. If you're not willing to share your past with the guy, you really shouldn't share your future with him. Where's the trust? Where's the communication? You don't have to explain everything in detail, but he should have at least a little idea of what it's about.
Red flags once again.
"It was only the day before our wedding that she said those very words to me."
She might be a perfectly nice person, but she doesn't trust you
"None did come for a week, and then yesterday morning I found this paper lying on the sun-dial in the garden."
I might be remembering wrong, but last time a mysterious coded message was left on a sundial in these stories, three people were murdered by the KKK.
That story also started with a person being deiberately secretive with information that could have savde people's lives.
“Don't you think, Mr. Cubitt,” said he, at last, “that your best plan would be to make a direct appeal to your wife, and to ask her to share her secret with you?”
Hilton Cubitt shook his massive head.
“A promise is a promise, Mr. Holmes. If Elsie wished to tell me she would. If not, it is not for me to force her confidence. But I am justified in taking my own line—and I will.”
Because hiring a detective to snoop into your wife's secret past is so much better than asking her directly. I get that you made a promise, my man, but while this may be sticking to the letter of that promise, it absolutely isn't sticking to the spirit. Asking your wife is definitely the lesser of two evils here.
"After that I determined to lie in wait; so I got out my revolver and I sat up in my study, which overlooks the lawn and garden."
Given that this is Sherlock Holmes story, the person leaving these notes probably is very dastardly and liable to murder, but I'm not sure leaving weird encoded messages really calls for guns.
“‘What, be driven out of our own house by a practical joker?’ said I. ‘Why, we should have the whole county laughing at us.’"
"Seizing my pistol I was rushing out, when my wife threw her arms round me and held me with convulsive strength."
Was it a pistol or a revolver? Because earlier you said you got your revolver, and now you're saying pistol...
The dancing stickmen are very cute. I like the upside-down ones the best.
So, is this going to be one of the ones where someone dies before Holmes gets there? It feels like it might be. But ACD does prefer happier endings for his couples when neither of them is the bad guy. Guess I'll have to wait and see.
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"I can sense your anger and it excites me~"
:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.: Set [Seth or Seb/Sebastian Sayed]
⋆｡°✩ Egyptian God of Chaos, War and Storms
⋆｡°✩ Younger Brother of Anubis
⋆｡°✩ He works at a club in the human world and a bar in the underworld/hell
⋆｡°✩ He has no animals both Anubis and Jay have enough animals for the three of them
⋆｡°✩ He has bad mood swings, can go through 3 different emotions in one go
⋆｡°✩ He can also get overwhelmed along with easily stressed, needs cuddles to calm down
⋆｡°✩ He is very apathetic, insane and sadistic TAKE THIS INTO CONSIDERATION WHEN INTERACTING!
⋆｡°✩ Will soften up when you get close, still will be a little shit though
⋆｡°✩ In "Human" form he is Egypt, in Astria he is from Sceile [Cairo, Egypt]
⋆｡°✩ Another who doesn't care for pronouns but tends to go with He/They / Pansexual, Poly / 24 [Human Years], is as old as chaos and storms / 1/10 [Capricorn] / 5'8"
⋆｡°✩ He is:
insane
apathetic
amused
easily annoyed
easily bored
needs his interest to be kept
can be really soft when he wants to
God Information / Form Stuff
⋆｡°✩ he feeds off of chaos, storms and anger/annoyance
⋆｡°✩ chaos is the most affective for him but storms also help
⋆｡°✩ he likes sitting and listening to storms to calm down or go out on walks in them
⋆｡°✩ in old times could be seen in moments of conflict, wars, storms, floods, etc.; now you see him in modern day conflict, car crashes, crime scenes, disputes, etc.
⋆｡°✩he can be found literally anywhere, he is a roamer, so when not at ari's place, with anubis, at his house or in the underworld he is roaming some place
⋆｡°✩ when he feeds his eyes turn inky black with a white glow
⋆｡°✩ as a god he can smell and sense emotions well but the smell/sensation of anger/annoyance is the strongest he can depict
⋆｡°✩ he can also sense changes in insanity, if someone has commited a sin and read minds when he wants to; he uses this to his advantage to cause more problems and chaos
⋆｡°✩ he was not always a bad god and holds big resentment towards the ones who hurt and betrayed him
⋆｡°✩ he has more strength then a normal human and greater amount of strength compared to other gods
⋆｡°✩ he can change his "human" apperance [height, eye color, hair color, etc.]
⋆｡°✩ each god has a human name they go by, his is Seth or Sebastian/Seb
⋆｡°✩ in his god form he is 6'8"
⋆｡°✩ in his god form, his eyes are completely inky black, his skin is a lot tanner, has black and gold curls, has jackal ears and a tail as well as sharp canines, he carries a staff and bag to carry items to create more chaos with, his nails are permanently painted black and gold, his torso, arms and legs are covered in hieroglyphic tattoos
⋆｡°✩ he cries inky black and gold tears for recompense of all the bad deeds he has done
⋆｡°✩ gold/white signifies the last shreds of sanity and good he has left
⋆｡°✩ when not in astria or the human realm he resides in the underworld realm [hell, typically district 1]
⋆｡°✩ in his half and half form he is his normal 5'8", has snake bite piercings, a septum, a bar on this right ear along with other hoop ear piercings, smiley piercing only visible when he smiles && a surface piercing on top of his left hand, his eyes are either their bright blue or normal sparkly grey, curly dual dyed black && blonde/white hair and sometimes has his jackal ears, tail and canines out
⋆｡°✩ him and anubis both can turn into full jackals to blend into certain places; they also can have a jackal head and human body but they detest this form
Extras
⋆｡°✩ natural eye color: sparkly stormy grey
⋆｡°✩ eyes might glow black when amused
⋆｡°✩ he has snake bites, a septum, a bar, hoop earrings at the tops of his ears, a smiley piercing && a surface piercing on top of his left hand
⋆｡°✩ he has multiple random tattoos on both his arms
⋆｡°✩ likes: choas, pushing people's buttons, cuddles, pain, roaming around, being around ari, ace, anubis, hel and hecate, coffee && energy drinks
⋆｡°✩ dislikes: staying in one spot, being bored, being tired, sleeping, eating, goodie two shoes [selective]
⋆｡°✩languages: arabic && english, a little bit of french
NSFW
��｡°✩ pure switch, needs someone who is also a switch, can be a hard dom or a bratty sub, might be soft dom if he's in a soft mood; some of his kinks are pain kink, blood play, primal, bdsm, bondage, gagging, choking, oral, size kink, sadism, masochism, humiliation, degradation, hair pulling, public, diry talk
⋆｡°✩ all kinks go both ways, both recieving and giving
⋆｡°✩ as much as he likes hard kinks set would never force his partner to do anything they don't want to do
⋆｡°✩ he is open to a variety of kinks as well just ask him about it and he most possibly will be down to try, if he doesn't like it he will let you know
⋆｡°✩ he might subdrop/domdrop depending on headspace
⋆｡°✩ his eyes glow white/gold when arroused
⋆｡°✩ safe word: storm [set needs their partner to have a safe word or use the traffic light system && be told which before sex]
⋆｡°✩ he uses 🌪️ on dash
Relationship Statuses
He is in a relationship with Ari/Jay!!!
⋆｡°✩ at some forest in his jackal form and amused
⋆｡°✩ dating [2/4-5] @monsterhigh-cb Taehyung [pretty alpha🐺💜] [3.27.23], @kardpackcb BM [big bad alpha 💪🏽❤️🔥] [4.8.23]; uninterested [open to having fwb if his partners are okay with it]
⋆｡°✩ happily dating ari/jay [his sweetheart🍬] [him && ari will be taking ONE more partner together]
⋆｡°✩ friends:
⋆｡°✩ family:
Tags
⋆｡°✩ relationship tag(s): #💀🌪️seay [sadistic couple main tag], #💜🩶taeset [alpha ship tag], #🐺🐾pretty alpha [alpha ship tag], #❤️🔥🩶bmet [soft dummy ship tag], #🐺❌bad alpha [soft dummy ship tag]
⋆｡°✩ friend tag(s):
⋆｡°✩ family tag(s):
⋆｡°✩ music tag(s): #🎶set music [set music inspo], #🎵seay [set && jay music inspo], #🎼character music [all character music inspo]
⋆｡°✩ inspo tag(s):
⋆｡°✩ other tag(s): #🌪️set.txt [set text/interactions]
faceclaim: @/heir.of.atticus on instagram [the love of my life!]
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There is a weird noise coming from somewhere. Only your OC can hear it and it is driving them crazy!
-does your OC presume its supernatural and if so, what kind of ritual are they gonna perform?
INT. CHURCH OF THE BLACK KLOK
CAMERA pans from east to west end of a long hallway adorned with STAINED GLASS IMPRESSIONS OF DETHKLOK. CAMERA pans in on BAEN-SHEE and CHARLES, standing outside a door that is easily 20 feet tall. A HUM can be heard throughout.
SUPERIMPOSE: "Church of the Black Klok: 36 Hours Remain"
NITA: "I can't get that sound out of my head. Is it getting louder?"
CHERRY: "Please don't remind me of the horrible droning sound. My brain is trying to concentrate on the horrible droning sound."
CHARLES: "Ladies, I ah, want to convey a sense of gravity, here. What we are about to do will change your lives forever."
CHERRY: "Thank you for that, Charles. I wasn't getting a real feeling of impending doom out of, you know, all the hieroglyphics, giant statues, stained glass, and the fact that this place even exists in the first place."
SPARKLES lets out a sympathetic grumble.
CHARLES: "Beyond these doors, you will come face to face with your ultimate destinies as Heralds of the Chosen Ones. What you see and what you experience may be hard to believe, but I assure you it is all very real. It's important that you listen to everything I instruct you to do from this point forward. The world is counting on you. Dethklok is counting on you."
The CAMERA is positioned just behind BAEN-SHEE and CHARLES. We see CHARLES nod, and two ROBED CHURCH MEMBERS move to open the large doors. The CAMERA is flooded with white light.
CAMERA fades in to the INT of the RITUAL ROOM. It bears resemblance to the inside of an active volcano and is washed in a foreboding red light. A narrow walkway leads to a huge circular pillar of rock that takes up the majority of the room. On its floor is an inverted PENTAGRAM. At each point, a smaller pillar of rock rises from the surface - five in all. Each one bears a different symbol at its base:
The omnipresent HUM is noticeably louder.
NITA: "What is this place?"
CHARLES: "The Ritual Room. Here you will be connected to your full powers by channeling the Dethly Lights. The five of you will enter as your mortal selves. You will leave as the Five Heralds of the Metalocalypse."
EDEN shirks backwards and begins sobbing. CAJ steadies her by holding onto her shoulders.
EDEN: "I don't want to do it, I don't want to do it, I don't --"
CAJ: "Shh, it will be okay, lille. You can trust Charles."
CHERRY: "Can we, though?"
NITA: "Cherry!"
SPARKLES grunts, neutrally.
CHERRY: "I'm just saying, this is all becoming a bit much for me."
CAJ: "Big talk from someone who was brought back from t'dead."
NITA: "Caj!"
EDEN cries louder.
CAJ: "Now look what you've done."
CHERRY: "Fuck you, bitch, I wanna cry too! And if you and the business-Pope here think I'm going into that room, you've got --"
NITA: "Enough!"
EDEN stops crying. A quiet whimper from SPARKLES can be heard.
NITA: "Don't you all see? The fighting? Losing our powers? It's all connected. And it's because the good guys might not win. We have to stop this. They need our help."
NITA turns her attention to CHARLES.
NITA: "I'll do it. For Dethklok."
CHARLES nods.
CAJ: "I'll do it, too."
SPARKLES grunts in affirmation. EDEN quiets a sniffle and wipes her eyes.
EDEN: "For Toki... For Dethklok."
CHERRY remains defiant but upon blinking it's clear she has tears in her eyes. She looks scared, but in a beat, her countenance changes and she too turns towards CHARLES.
CHERRY: "Yeah, heh. Just when I was getting used to being alive again, too. I'm in. Lead us to our doom, commander."
CHARLES: "Very good. Now I ask if any of you have any religious, sacred, or otherwise spiritual items on your person, you leave them here. And ah --"
CHARLES scratches the side of his temple and turns around, facing away from the five women.
CHARLES: "And also any clothes you might be wearing. Heh."
#this one was hella fun#is this a look at things to come?#or am i just screwing around?#mtl#mtl oc#baen-shee#dethkomic lore#metalocalypse#dethklok#charles foster offdensen#storyteller saturday
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Farewell
Many dances have passed
Changes have appeared in the cast
Yet here I stand
Singing my chant
Warm yet cold
This is my song
My call to the old
For it is this that I long
Oh, mighty Chronos
Ruler of time and the Cosmos
I call upon thee
Bestow your power on me
Or if that isn’t not good
Then if you could
Then use your sickle and wren
And take me there again
Make the dances reverse
And sink in ancient hieroglyph
Let myself in those treasures immerse
And my past once more relive
O, mighty titan
Who you so many frighten
Again, I bow and beg you
Make my wish come true
From above your voice I hear
For your song is so sweet and sincere
I couldn’t help but come here
To listen and to it be near
For millennia I have lived
And I’ve seen the world turn and shift
Yet such a sound soft yet strong like a gong
It is unlike any I’ve heard before, your song
Strong yet Soft. Sad yet oh so fair
Desire, happiness and many a tear
Woven with such tenderness and care
It glows so warm and gentle, like a solar flair
Such a beauty is your aching
That my being you managed to enchant
Listening so closely, even my soul is breaking
So much, I can’t help but along to chant
All the while I am sad
For I feel your pain
Tying you down like a chain
As you’re walking down the path
And while your song you play
As the night will soon give way to day
Yet beneath its eyes so starry
All I can say is I’m sorry
I’m sorry for as I here stand
Hearing your desire so grand
It hurts me so much, for I can’t
Your sweet, gentle wish grant
Your soul so pure and sincere
Many mortals I have known for I am old
Yet you are special, my dear
Among the rocks, a gem. Amidst metals, pure gold
So, you have heard?
What pain and longing I harbour?
Through my many a soulful word
Carrying my deepest hurt
Yes dear, I have
And I simply cannot believe
What beauty you’ve made from grief
Superior to any noble’s treasured staff
If you like my song so much
Then is it much to ask of thee
For if you know so much
Would you please guide me?
Help me through my plight
For you much have seen and are wise
Aid me to regain my light
And soothe my soul’s desperate cries
Come here, dear
Let me see you face
Please, come near
Let me your soul embrace
Inside it is heavy rain
Filled with memories of days younger
Sweetness turned to pain
What is now black was once color
There is something you do
You can regain your light
And you can shine anew
And rise in joyful flight
There is something you can do
To heal your broken soul and heart
Your journey will be long and hard
Yet soon, you’ll shine anew
I know how to heal my hurt
Yet it is so hard
To fix my heart
And fly again like a bird
That, well I know
There is no need to despair though
For I will always be here
And on from above I’ll cheer
Is it truth that you are now spilling?
Or am I just dreaming?
That you are so kind and willing
Your help so readily to be offering
No, dreaming you are not
I really do want
To help you untie your chain’s knot
And form with you a bond
Oh, then you I must thank
For down here coming
I must be frank
Your listening has been comforting
Moments like these are rare
When people are willing to just be there
Without a need for something to uttter
Not a talker, but a kind, compassionate viewer
Now, my dear
The time is near
Soon the night will give way
To a new, shinny day
But before I go
There is something I want you to know
In order to be free from the chain
And cease your pain
Let yourself flow
Be one with the sea
Don’t worry, take it slow
And soon you’ll be free
Then I guess it is time
That I stopped wallowing in regret
Let the bells outside chime
And take a deep breath
People come and go
Yet you are here
To watch and help me grow
To soothe my soul and my mind clear
If you say it’s the only way
Then my tears and loneliness I must quell
For here I cannot stay
Even if around me it seems to be hell
Reality is scary, my dear
For it is filled with much pain and change
Yet, though to you it may seem strange
Lights are not just far, they are also near
Cherising your past is great
Still, to life there is so much more
So my dear never lose faith
And open that old, busted door
There is no point to regret
I’ve done it for too long
Thinking of things undone and unsaid
And turn them into a song
Those people, things are long gone
For they, as I much have changed
Now I stand underneath the dawn
As the colors above have rearranged
Thank you, Chronos
For listening and your kind words
With you by my side, I can defeat Phobos
And rise again, as would birds
Now it is time
To finally break free from my cell
Then, I shall listen to this divine sign
And end this painful spell
Now my wounds I must mend
Close this door of this hotel
For this chapter has come to an end
You have been loved and cherished
In my heart I’ll keep you untarnished
Yet now, to you all I must tell
Farewell, guys. Farewell…
#thenightraven’ssonnets#tumblr poets#memories#pain#poetryforthesoul#old memories#farewell#greek mythology#kronos#missing#longing#nostalgia#childhood memories#change#healinginnerwounds#Spotify
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Dark Inheritance - Chapter 1 - Loss
After his grandfather's death, Mutou Yugi inherits Sugoroku's long-abandoned childhood home in the remote northern prefecture of Aomori.
Kame Game Shop, Domino City, Japan
Week 1 - March, 2014, Monday…
Darkness blanketed the city, the half moon only occasionally peeking through thick gray clouds. Most lights in homes had been extinguished for the night, the only remaining being the street lights. The small yellow game shop with the green turtle on its sign was an exception to this rule.
Inside, two men sat hunched over a table, upon which reposed a game of shogi. Seeing his chance, the younger of the two made his move, taking the elder’s queen off the board and cornering his king.
“Checkmate, Grandpa!” the young man declared, large lilac irises shining with exultation.
Mutou Sugoroku smiled tenderly at his grandson.
"You've done it, Yugi. You've surpassed me," the old man said, aged lilacs glowing with pride.
"Thanks, Grandpa!" returned Yugi warmly as he gathered the pieces.
"And as a celebration of your achievement, I want you to have… this!" announced Sugoroku, reaching behind him and pulling out a beautiful golden box covered in hieroglyphs, the chief of which was a large eye that seemed to stare at one from the front of it. This, he proffered to Yugi.
"Grandpa!" breathed Yugi as he opened the lid, revealing solid gold what appeared to be puzzle pieces inside it.
"I found it in my home as a boy," Sugoroku explained as Yugi pulled out a piece and gazed at it. "I worked on it for years, but could never solve it. I think you’ll succeed where I failed."
"I’ll solve it, Grandpa, and show it to you as soon as I’m done," Yugi promised as he raised his eyes to his grandfather.
"I'm so..." Sugoroku's eyes went unfocused as a gasp was ripped from his mouth and he clutched his chest. "Ha-ah!"
"Grandpa!" cried Yugi, puzzle piece slipping from his grip as he lunged toward his grandfather.
Catching Sugoroku in his arms, Yugi gently lowered him to the floor and pulled him onto his lap.
"Grandpa?! Grandpa?! Talk to me!! What's wrong?!!!" Yugi cried as tears of panic flooded his eyes.
"Don't cry... Yugi. I’ve been living on… borrowed time…" said Sugoroku, even as the light slowly faded from his eyes. "Live with honor and pride, my grandson."
"Grandpa, please..." sobbed Yugi.
But Grandpa’s eyes were glazed over as he looked at things seen only to him.
"I kept my promise, At..."
Sugoroku exhaled a final, rattly breath as his head lolled to the side.
"Grandpa? Grandpa?!! Uuaaaaahhhh!!!" Yugi cried, lowering his head and sobbing into the green denim of Sugoroku's overalls.
Taking a deep hitching breath, Yugi forced himself to regain his senses. He had to call someone, get help. With shaking hands, he fumbled to pull his phone from his pocket and dial his best friend since high school.
'Please be there...'
"Yuug?"
"Jou... my grandpa just died," Yugi announced, choking back a sob.
"Wha?! Wadda hell? Wha’ happen'd?!" asked Jounouchi Katsuya.
"I dunno. We were playing shogi and he just collapsed and died!" Yugi answered, voice rising and breaking as grief overwhelmed him again.
"'K, man. Hang on. I'll be right ovah. Ya gotta call 119 in ‘a meantime," advised Jou.
"OK..." sighed Yugi as they hung up.
Soon…
Yugi felt as though he were watching through someone else’s eyes as his grandfather’s body was stuffed into a bag, put on a stretcher, and loaded into the ambulance. By his side, Jou laid a supportive hand on Yugi’s shoulder by way of grounding him.
Grateful for Jou’s stabilizing presence, Yugi followed the blond mutely out of the shop and sat in the passenger seat of his buddy’s red convertible for the long ride to the hospital.
Domino General
Early Tuesday…
Yugi and Jou listened mutely as the doctor explained that Sugoroku had died of a heart attack. Jou thanked the doctor as Yugi turned and walked mutely away, staring at the linoleum floor.
The ride home was silent, neither friend able to think of anything to say or do.
"Tex’ me if ya need anythin’," Jou said as he pulled up to the curb.
"I will," Yugi sighed as he opened the door and stepped out.
"See ya," said Jou with a sad smile as he watched his friend shuffle slowly toward the door to let himself into the shop.
After Yugi gave a final, spiritless, wave through the window, Jou threw his car into gear and peeled out.
After closing the curtain, Yugi began his slow journey through the silent solitude of the shop, stopping at the doorway of each room and remembering Grandpa doing different things: selling games and toys in the shop, cooking meals in the kitchen, watching TV in the living room, working in his office, perhaps reading a novel in his bedroom. And of course their games together: chess, checkers, shogi, Monopoly, all manner of card games.
‘Just memories now,’ Yugi thought sorrowfully.
When Yugi entered Grandpa’s office, he saw the hastily discarded puzzle box still reposing on the game table and the center piece he had dropped to the floor when Grandpa had collapsed. He stooped down and picked it up, staring at the Eye of Wadjet, which gazed steadily back at him. Abruptly, Yugi threw it back into the box and banged the lid down.
With the urgency of the situation now past, Yugi could feel the sleeplessness of the night before catching up with him as his eyelids began to feel like lead. He blundered to his bedroom and collapsed on his bed, asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
But even in sleep, there was to be no succor for him, as his grandfather’s smiling face filled his dreams, causing his heart to soar before eventually crashing down as he headed for wakefulness and the reality that his grandfather was no longer with him.
Wednesday…
Yugi stood in a daze as the charred fragments of what had once been his jolly grandfather were passed directly between sets of chopsticks and deposited in the urn he held in a special pair of long chopsticks at the head of the pyre slab.
He was beyond thankful when the Adam's apple was set into the urn and the ofuda sealed everything up. After the soshikigumi took the urn to inter, he was finally able to leave that morbid place.
Yugi climbed into the passenger seat. The key was turned and the engine roared to life.
"How ya holdin' up, Yuug?" asked Jou as they pulled out.
"I'll live. Thanks for coming, Jou. I couldn't get through this without you," replied Yugi, throwing a quick, but sincere, gaze in the blond's direction.
"'No sweat. Dat's wut buddies do fer each othah," returned Jou.
"Right," sighed Yugi.
"Want me t' spend da night?" Jou asked.
"If it wouldn't be too much trouble," Yugi answered.
"No trouble 't all," said Jou with a reassuring smile Yugiward.
That night…
Yugi sobbed heartbrokenly into his pillow while Jou tossed and turned in his bed in the guestroom, the sound of Yugi’s sobs muffled not one iota by the hallway separating them.
'Mah poor lil buddy,' the blond thought sorrowfully, blinking at the suspicious moisture in his own eyes.
#ygo#yugioh#yugi mutou#yami yugi#jounouchi katsuya#mutou sugoroku#professor yoshimori#bakura ryou#honda hiroto#malik ishtar#rebecca hawkins#arthur hawkins#mazaki anzu#haunted house#thriller#supernatural
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Mk question OK 🥺 How does mk and layla celebrate diya's first birthday??
Tumblr user usaigi you have made me think ab something I’ve never thought of. I commend you.
I think they keep it lowkey. One, because what’s the point of having a birthday party for a one year old?? I say lowkey but Jake is such a girldad he’d refuse to settle for anything less than the fair and hiring mariachi to sing for her. Every year. Layla and Steven would think it’s adorable and readily agree. Marc’s just along for the ride. They take her to the fair, all the baby rides and Marc takes care of Diya while Layla hops on the bigger rides because he’s scared someone needs to take care of the baby. Marc is surprisingly good at carnival games and wins them so many stuffed animals they have to give some away to giddy kids that watch him absolutely demolish dart throwing. Steven finds a park nearby and they go for a walk there before the sun sets. Jake drives them back and sings Diya lullabies in Spanish while she and Layla fall asleep in the backseat. Idk maybe they invite frenchie over and he buys them a too big cake and waaaaay too many outfits for her. They sing her happy birthday in like four different languages, then Steven unveils the birthday banner written in hieroglyphics and they hang it above her cradle. Layla FaceTimes her mom for what’s supposed to be a few minutes just so she can see the baby but it turns into almost an hour of every member of the El-Faouly family saying hi to the baby.
Frenchie leaves after giving the baby every blessing possible and they all go to sleep. Until Layla wakes up on the middle of the night, the way she’s been programmed to at the same tome Diya cries every night like clockwork, but it’s quiet. No wailing baby or irritable husbands or restless Jake. So she tiptoes to the cradle and sees Marc with Diya in his arms, slowly rocking her back and forth. Neither look anywhere near sleep but they stare at each other, completely loving. Layla goes back to sleep and isn’t awoken at all that night.
We will now shift our attention to werewolves moon knight
#ask. receive🤲#moon knight#this started hard then I got thinking and it all started flowing#Like got damn I love diya#Lizzy I love ur head canons for her she’s so slay#Makes me wanna gigle
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The Statue of Liberty
The statue of liberty is a famous and well known structure. Liberty is personified as a Lady, a gift given by France to the US. By donating this statue, an oneiric sign has displaced France as the cultural, intellectual and fashion center and has made the United States as the hotbed of culture, fashion and the intellect. The seven horns on the statue of liberty symbolize the seven continents and the seas and they can be connoted as a nation eager to exercise its power. The lady itself is a symbol of libidinal consciousness. The statue of liberty is a sign of ruthless power, domination and subversion.
Talisman
I have the habit of keeping talismans in my wallet. In it I have kept the Lord’s Prayer written in Hieroglyphics, a Singapore coin with the Merlion (a lion and a fish tail), and an Indonesian 1000 Rupee note with the emblem of the mythical Garuda and I thought all of this will make my wallet brim with money. But fate proved to be otherwise. These occultic talismans were in no way working and then I decided to trash all of these fetishes into the dustbin.
Starbucks LOGO
We all know that Starbucks is an international coffee brand with roaring profits and satisfied customers. Recently I became curious of the Starbucks LOGO and I did some research. The star bucks logo has a mermaid with two tails and the face of a woman. First I thought that there is nothing sinister about the Logo. But after reading more, I came to have second thoughts about it. The logo of Starbucks is derived from Greek Mythology and Sirens a mythical creature who use to lure sailors with its cries and then guide them on to shipwrecks. Yes the sirens have provided wealth, status and power to Starbucks but the sinister thing about the logo is the hypnotic, mesmeric charm working very sinisterly and attracting customers like a magnet. The mermaid of the Starbucks is instead of crying to sailors to shipwreck them is innocently wooing customers and alluring them to be sumptuous devotees of the brand.
1$Bill
The 1$ Bill has always fascinated me and from reading I know that it has the inspiration that came from the Illuminati and the Free Masons who are secret societies. Two most notable symbols of the 1$ bill are the unfinished pyramid and the all Seeing Eye. Both these symbols are taken from Egypt. The all Seeing Eye is the symbol of Egyptian God Horus and symbolizes a corporate, cultural, intellectual, and trade mesmerism. It can be broken down into rule, power and hegemony. The unfinished pyramid can be seen as never satiating desire. These symbols though myths work diabolically in the world.
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Yorata/Jorat, the Bat-Dragon kaiju (2022 redesign):
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It is meant to say "long sticky tongue". You know, like a frog. Kinda.
I know I misspelled "Kaiju". It was 3:00 am when I finished this, cut me some slack.
I forgot to mention that she can mimic other monster cries. Not perfectly, but still good enough to fool them.
She will volunteer to take care of Godzilla's son and nurture him.
Will immediately chase monsters off her territory, except Godzilla. She will give chase if she sees Mothra.
She naturally goes after large sharks and blue whales, but will accept fruit, meat, and rice offerings from her people. She also likes chilé.
Very soft fur and sheds every month on the seventh day.
Almost always a group of researchers are following her and recording her every move. She has zero privacy when courting Godzilla.
Once a month, she'll visit Skull Island to steal a creature to eat later, mostly the large octopi and skullcrawlers.
She lives in underground caves deep beneath the earth. She will often tolerate miners working in the smaller tunnel systems, often watching them with curious (calm) eyes.
Black and white fur.
She does a spin funnel in the air to dry herself off after hunting at sea.
Often visits Godzilla's underwater home.
Absolutely despises Rodan and Ghidorah.
She surprisingly is on good terms with the Queen MUTO, based on observations, but has eaten deceased MUTOs and their eggs in the past.
No one knows where she came from, but it is said in legends that she is an ancient goddess worshiped by the Aztecs and was believed to be part of a group of spiritual animal entities who fought each other for territory, shaping the Earth with their many battles. But there is evidence that she might be a creation of the Aztec bat god Camazotz; all of the cave tunnels she digs leads back to an extremely large chamber underneath central Mexico, with the walls filled with aztec hieroglyphics and images engraved into them describing how she came to existence: when the Spanish conquistadors came and destroyed the Aztec Empire, as one final attempt to save their culture and history, the people did sacrificial rituals and prayed to the Gods to save them. Camazotz and Quetzalcoatl, hearing their cries of desperation, created Yorata to guard the treasures and remains of the fallen empire.
At a closer inspection, the quills on her tail are similar to that of a porcupine, but are laced with sedatives. It is theorized that the quills are used as tranquilizer darts used against both prey and attacking predators.
It is unknown if Yorata sleeps like a bat (upsidedown) or laying down (stomach or side).
She is partially mammalian with no visible scales, so she would most likely give birth to live young, but there is a chance she could lay eggs.
She is resistant to paralysis toxins and venom of all kinds.
Her stomach acid is highly corrosive, three times more than human stomach acid. When she accidentally vomited on a car, it melted in ten seconds. It is theorized that the usefulness of her stomach acid is to dissolve the tough armor plating of other monsters to reach the soft tissue.
She often locates forgotten warheads for the military.
Explosives and mines don't damage her, as they are too weak to cause any harm to her skin. Her gills might be her weak spot.
Rarely eats humans, as we are too small to satisfy her hunger.
Dogs never bark at her.
Her quills are collected to make painkillers.
She is observed to bring food offerings and gifts to Godzilla, and doesn't seem interested in anything in returned. She can be also seen laying on his back when he surfaces, chin resting on top of Godzilla's head.
Her purring can be heard from a mile away, as well as her mating calls to Godzilla.
She can actually smile, and form other facial expressions.
Yorata is observed to tease, play with, and annoy Godzilla, constantly rubbing against him as if she was a cat.
She constantly "cleans" Godzilla with her tongue and teeth, but she could be feeding off of the radiation on his skin.
Mentioning radiation, Yorata also emits "good" radiation that helps environmental growth, as shown with the studies of plants growing in the cave systems she inhabits and digs.
Bats from the Hollow Earth react to recordings of her vocalizing, often tilting their heads in confusion or calming down after being provoked.
It is theorized that, since she is rising up on the food chain and defeated Mothra several times, she is technically the Queen of Monsters.
Her worshipers annually gather every year around the Gulf of Mexico to celebrate a festival dedicated to her. To prevent accidental tsunamis, high barriers are placed on the beaches curving towards the sea. Massive amounts of food is prepared and cooked for both the attendants and the Kaiju—she often brings Godzilla along to enjoy a quick meal. The fattest of cattle, swine, and herds are sacrificed to Yorata. Absolutely NO fireworks are allowed!
Her screams and shrieking sounds like an amplified Aztec Death Whistle. It is an effective psychological sonic weapon against other monsters.
In the main chamber, an Aztec artifact that has been discovered appears to be a giant version of the previously mentioned death whistle. It is theorize that the Aztecs used it to summon Yorata.
Theme song.
#oc#Kajiuverse#monsterverse#Bat#dragon#godzilla#mothra#rodan#king ghidorah#MUTO#Mexican#aztecs#hc: Rodan is Mexican and no one can tell me otherwise#legendary godzilla#godzilla king of the monsters#godzilla vs kong
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hiya, i saw the prompt list and I don't know if you wanted only romantic pairs (feel free to disregard this ask if it's only romantic), but I thought the last one, about making excuses to bail each other out would be interesting for young klavier and kristoph. the prompt felt really sibling-y to me :Dd think its fun to think about what it mustve been like for them growing up haha
Hmm, I mean, I had been thinking specifically romantic stuff when I reblogged it, but I’m certainly not against writing a platonic pairing! So, uh, sure!
For a few moments, all Kristoph could do was blink down at the phone in his hands. It was a simple text, all things considered.
Klavier
👋 🤏 🎉 🤚 🍺 😭 👏 🖖 👌 ✌️ 👍
“...What is this…?” he muttered to himself, all too aware of exactly what he was looking at. He pushed up his glasses for a moment, rubbing at his face with a disconcerted groan. Didn’t Klavier know he was busy? He had more important things to be doing. It certainly wasn’t his job to babysit the boy twenty-four hours a day.
It was a quiet evening. Late. Too late to be studying for the bar, perhaps, but Kristoph was nothing if not a perfectionist. Best to get started early to absorb the information. Not everyone could regurgitate every fact they’d ever learned on their first try like some snotty little brats Kristoph knew.
Speaking of…
The phone buzzed in his hands. Another string of hieroglyphics for him to interpret. Kristoph’s eyes drifted over the lot of them, debating simply turning the phone off or shattering it against the wall. Finally, he sighed, and placed the call, fingers tapping on the table irritably.
It took a few rings for anything to happen. And then—
“H-Hey bro! How’s it going?”
Klavier’s high-pitched pubescent voice crackled through the phone over the distant, muffled sounds of base-y music. He sounded nervous. Or relieved, Or both?
“I regret to inform you that our family cat has died in a terrible boating accident,” Kristoph deadpanned. “You are needed at home immediately.”
They did not own a cat. They never would own a cat. Kristoph would die before they ever owned a cat.
“Whaaaaat? Nooooooooo. Not Herr Katze!” Klavier cried, far too exaggerated to pass as any sort of genuine distress. He could almost picture the back of Klavier's hand pressed to his forehead in a pseudo-faint. “Oh no, I should…leave this study session of mine right now.”
Kristoph couldn’t help but roll his eyes. “Ah, yes, your 'study session,'” he repeated, being sure to pour all his vitriol into his air quotes.
“Ja, that’s right. My…study session,” he said.
Kristoph tsked under his breath. “You understand that you are a big fish in a small pond, right, Klavier?” he asked, foot tapping on the floor. “Just because you skipped several grades doesn’t mean you have to try to impress the riff raff around you—”
“Ach, you’re breaking up!” Klavier interrupted quickly, making a few static noises with his mouth. “Well I better rush home to check on poor Mutti, she must be so heartbroken over poor Herr Katze.”
“Hmm,” Kristoph agreed. “Yes, I’m sure she will be very grateful, and owe her wonderful son quite the favor in the future, wouldn’t you say—?”
“Ja, ja, whatever you say, Kris.” He could almost picture the cheeky smile, braces and all, grinning back at him. “I’ll talk to you later. Danke!”
“Bitte,” Kristoph muttered back, hanging up before Klavier could say another word.
He scowled at the phone, pinching the bridge of his nose. Well, there went all of Kristoph’s concentration for the evening. Nothing left but to try to get a decent night’s sleep before class tomorrow.
As he pushed away from his desk to stand up, his phone vibrated once more. He paused, glancing down at the phone still on his desk.
Klavier
👏 ❤️
Kristoph raised an eyebrow, before sighing, shaking his head with a bemused smirk, and finally shutting off his phone.
(Anyway I'm still willing to do a few more prompts if anyone is interested, hmu)
#i hope this is anything#in my mind kristoph is like 20 here#and klavier is 12 and in high school with the Cool Older Kids#kristoph gavin#klavier gavin#ace attorney#fanfic#j
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Finding Treasure
Synopsis: A young researcher picks up remnants of the father's research to find a mysterious treasure, piecing everything together with the help of a museum curator and his assistant. The journey will be perilous, but will they be able to find the treasure?
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Part 5
“We’re in!”
Jubilant cries fill the cave, relief and exhilaration curling lips to wide smiles. One smile doesn’t reach one’s eyes, masking behind a love lost. The young man’s cerulean eyes, now reddened from tears, darken with irrevocable pain. A slight touch on the shoulder from [Reader], a smile replaces his pained expression.
“I’m fine,” he says with a cracked voice.
His superior places a hand on his shoulder.
“Take your time,” He hums softly, his gaze lowered in solemnity. Silence weighs heavily between the three, a moment to reset and breathe before entering the threshold.
“Thank you, Mr. Leech,” utters Blake.
“When you’re ready, Blake, feel free to join us. We shall wait for you in there,”
[Reader] sneaks a kind smile as they pass him by.
“Thank you, [Reader].” That was the first genuine smile you’ve ever seen from him since your encounter.
━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦━━━━
[Reader] and Jade enter into a room of gold; a myriad of artifacts scatters about, from embossed coffins embossed with intricate designs and plates of gold to eloquent jewelry adorning molten cushions, bits and bits of gems and metal glowing from the dim embers of nearby torches.
Something catches Jade’s eye, intrigue shadowing his features as he basks in the room. With this treasure in this room, he is certain this will increase the clientele of the museum by tenfold, but what should he excavate first?
“Jade,” A hand on his shoulder anchors him back to reality. Right, this is merely for the sake of research. How silly of me, The curator murmurs to himself. Had [Reader] not caught him in the midst of his temptations, he would’ve plundered this place whole.
“We’ll have to tread carefully, Jade. The artifacts you see here are fragile - it would be best if we don’t touch them,” They warn him with a steady gaze. There was no time to waste, for everything about this room must be investigated from corner to corner, and to prove the existence of the Sacred Gem as real.
Somewhere in the dimly lit room, [Reader]’s foot catches on a wire. Dread surges in their veins as they dared to look around for a trap-Did Father mention something about booby traps?
“Watch out!” The world seemed to spin sideways as [Reader] was taken to the side, promptly dodging a slab of granite that would’ve crushed them had Jade not come to their rescue. Adrenaline coursing their body, they release a sigh of relief, eliciting an amused chuckle from their rescuer.
“You were saying something about treading carefully, my dear?” A mocking smile graces Jade’s lips, eliciting fiery, hot embarrassment from [Reader]. Dammit, they bite down their tongue, heat rushing up their neck. That witty curator sure knows how to get back.
“Never mind that,” [Reader] seethes between clenched teeth. “Do you mind letting go? I figured we could waltz in a much better venue than this drab old place,”
“Why, of course, my dear. I prefer to do it at a later time as well, when we’ve concluded our investigation here,” Jade replies with a slight smirk, revealing a smooth yet toothy grin by his lips. He releases [Reader] without hesitation, leaving them to resume the investigation. At that moment, they swore not to repeat the same mistake again, the back of their neck still flushed from that incident a moment ago.
Years and years of research have come to this very moment; every nook and crevice of the tomb a haven for lore and information. Carved hieroglyphs in gold glimmer faintly as if to convey a sage welcome, vases and coffins worthy for a thorough examination - if only there was some way to write down the little details about the artifacts.
The Sacred Gem… [Reader]’s mind clicks back to focus on the artifact. The Sacred Gem was the sole purpose of their presence here - to be distracted by something else or be sniped by a curse would be irremediable to their efforts.
“Perhaps I should let Blake stand guard,” Jade’s voice startles them from your train of thought, his shadow looming over them. Curious eyes linger on a puzzle, a contraption with slots of strange hieroglyphs swinging on rusting hinges, creaking eerily.
“Of course.”
Did Father take note of this during his time here? Such a thought clicks into mind as [Reader] summon the tome of notes once more. They page past records of observations and diagrams from long ago, eyeing what could be clues for the investigation. A page depicting a semblance of the puzzle appears to have an answer.
There it is!
Of course, Father had written notes about this puzzle, but they pause. The notes before [Reader] read as:
“These glyphs appear to be pieces of a puzzle in order to unlock this door. These symbols look unfamiliar - I can’t decipher their meaning. I mustn’t dwell on this any longer. Eleanor couldn’t stay here any longer.. It may be the time. I’m troubled by what they mean - perhaps a message about the Sacred Gem. I’ll reflect on this at a later time.”
[Reader] glimpse a side note of hypotheses, attempted calligraphy, and a series of translation notes blotching the parchment with ink. According to these attempts, he only managed to translate a handful of the strange glyphs in the puzzle. Perfect.. This was more than enough for them to pick up from where their father left off.
━━━━ ◦ ❖ ◦━━━━
A series of turntables click into place echo in the chamber, followed by a thunderous rumble. [Reader] waits with bated breath as the door reveals an astonishing sight: the Sacred Gem.
“Jade! Blake!”
“What is it, Mx. [Reader]?”
Both men rush into the chamber and catch sight of them crouching by the door, their eyes widening in incredulity when they see the glowing majesty of the Sacred Gem. There it was, the legendary scepter, the very spectacle [Reader] and their father had spent years studying about, emanates a brilliant emerald in the darkness - finally.
“We did it, [Reader],” Both men place a hand on their shoulder, Jade’s satin glove on your left and Blake’s leather one on your right. It was Jade who had said those touching words, provoking tears by the corners of your eyes.
The Sacred Gem, a pristine jewel from royalties long ago, was finally within your grasp. You thank your father for the bountiful resources - as his child, it felt right to pick up where he left off.
“Jade?” There was no way you could handle such an artifact. It was best to leave it to the hands of a curator, Jade. He merely gives you a tender smile.
“Please, do the honors of inspecting this, [Reader]. Your father would be proud of you for making it this far and discovering this for him,”
“Thank you, Jade,”
[Reader] reach out for the Sacred Gem, your fingertips enclosing on the scepter. The gem, a once luxurious and now dulled jade, hums from its threshold, remnants of magic lingering in its delicate embellishments. [Reader] swallows down a nervous bout.
“A pen if you can, Jade,”
“Of course,” He is quick to hand them a foundation pen. Opening up a new page on their father’s notes, [Reader] writes down their observations about the scepter. Everything about the scepter must be written down, the young researcher inspecting the tool closely for further research.
“A lantern, please,”
“Of course, Mx. [Reader],” A now dried-eyed Blake complies to their orders. He places the still burning kerosene lantern in front of them, illuminating the book with its radiance. [Reader] heaves a breath and begin to write.
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Oh my god.
I just learned about Kazuki Takahashi.
I’m in shock. I’ve genuinely cried. More so when I found out the vague details available about his passing.
What a tremendous loss. The man will never know how much his work means to me on a personal level, how his writing, artwork, characters and plots have been my escapism and best friends for the best part of 20 years.
I remember being a kid, maybe 11 or 12 and getting up at 6am to watch YuGiOh! before school because Ireland was limited in its showing of anime in the late 90s/early 00s. And I saw this character with white hair and blue eyes and I fell in love with Kisara’s character. It ignited my love of Egyptology - YuGiOh! is the reason I’ve spent more money on Egyptology books than I care to count, learned how to read and translate rudimentary simple hieroglyphics and even designed my own tattoo based around Kisara’s name.
And that’s down to Takahashi and the amazing stories, characters and plots he wrote. The characters that jump off the pages, the card game that I adore.
I’m lost for words and my heart is broken.
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The Commander
FEB 21, 2024 - 11:27PM
Espin Vance had only been summoned by The Orbitum once before and it was a disaster. Now, he knelt with his fist supporting his weight, head bowed, waiting for The Orbitum to acknowledge him. Steam curled off his black and gold flight skin and—for the first time—the golden ‘A’ emblazoned on across his broad, chiseled chest had gone dark.
“Rise, Commander.” Ludex instructed.
Commander Espin Vance rose gracefully to his feet. He was certain to keep his eyes on the sea of stars twinkling over head as Ludex and the rest of The Orbitum whispered at each other.
“The Temporal Fade has been compromised. An ancient and diabolical witch runs, free of his chains, amuck in search of a powerful magical instrument that may change The Temporal Fade forever.” Incxin’s voice whispered in his head.
Commander Vance winced as the cold, scraping voice slithered through his ear and wrapped itself around his brain.
“How may I be of service to The Cosmic Council?” Commander Vance shouted at The Divining Pillars of Kelce.
The ancient rock-like formations swirled with hieroglyphs as The Orbitum fell silent.
“You have great power, Commander. You are almost a match for the master level skill of Adar Endymion.” Ludex whined.
“Almost?” Commander Vance questioned quietly.
“Almost.” Incxin’s whispers shot through his skull.
“We need your radiant Darclight power to find, not only the trident mortals have come to call ‘Oreskene,’ but to assemble a team to weaken Endymion, so we may banish him to Angel’s Bone once more.” Ludex said.
“I ask with a great deal of respect: Why do you need me, my council?” Vance’s voice trembled.
“We may not interfere.” The Orbitum said collectively.
The Orbitum sat high above Espin Vance on stone bleachers. There were easily over fifty magical beings in attendance, and they were as old as the universe itself.
“We may only pass judgement. Which is why we need you to find heroes of great heart to best Endymion. He is slippery and uses his immense power to shield himself from us. We ask you for your help.” Ludex finished.
“I am honored to be of service to the great Cosmic Council; The Orbitum of Eternity. How do I find these Heroes of Great Heart?” Commander Vance asked.
“There is a young man at your school with great heart. Axel A’zin. He is essential to your quest. He also possesses an immense skill set early in his training. We will show you the way to the others.”
“Thank you all.” Commander Vance’s voice rang off the stone pillars.
“Be warned, Espin Vance.” Incxin whispered. “Endymion is clever. He will have his own players well placed. Should he reach the trident before you, all that we know will crumble.”
Commander Vance’s heart sank.
“I understand.” He said.
“We grant you passage through our gates and send you away with a blessing of protection in hopes that you may accomplish all that we have set forth!”
The Diving Pillars of Kelce activated, and they emitted a blinding white light. The ground beneath his feet shuddered as the pillars began to vibrate. Commander Vance closed his eyes as the twelve Divining Pillars of Kelce unleashed beams of light which struck him with crippling force. He cried out as the energy flowed through his body and teleported him away.
“May the gods be with you, Commander Vance.” Ludex murmured.
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