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m0chaminx · 4 months

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Mk1 characters with witch!reader | Dialogues

*•.¸♡Request: no

*•.¸♡Prompts: none

*•.¸♡Warnings: A couple of uses of y/n (I tried to keep them minimal), flirty, threatening, sweet fluff, the whole shebang, I've never written for mk before so go easy on me

*•.¸♡Paring: Various mk1 characters x gn!witch!reader

*•.¸♡Summary: just some fun dialoge of the mk1 charchters and a witch reader

*•.¸♡Words: 1k

*•.¸♡A/N: Merry Christmas y'all!!

Tomas : I faced far worse than an outworld witch.

y/n: You may jest now, but beware, for my spells can turn jesters into ghosts.

Tomas : Forgive me, but I do not understand the threat you pose.

y/n: Dear, sweet Tomas. Underestimate me at your peril. My hexes have a way of adding a bit of spice to the ordinary. Care for a taste?

y/n: Feel flattered Tomas, you have been the only Lin Kuei to pose a challenge.

Tomas : I cannot except your compliment's y/n, I truly can’t see a way I win this fight.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒂𝒊 𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kuai Liang : I wish you no harm, but be prepared to lose.

y/n: I brew potions stronger than your fire, darling. Try not to get scorched by the truth.

y/n: Is it just me, or did the room light up the moment you walked in?

Kuai Liang : That’s my Kunai, I’ll try not to cut you… too bad.

y/n: Cross my path again, and you'll find out how swiftly my curses take effect.

Kuai Liang : Your threat has been noted, little witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒃𝒊-𝒉𝒂𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Bi-Han : It is foolish to face me, witch.

y/n: Ha! I mastered the art of Ice Manipulation when I was a child. You are the foolish one.

y/n: If ignorance is bliss, you must be the happiest person in the room.

Bi-Han : Mind your tongue.

Bi-Han : I can't believe I need to waste my time killing you.

y/n: Oh please, Bi-Han. I don't need a crystal ball to predict your imminent exit from my life.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒚𝒛𝒐𝒕𝒉 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Syzoth : So, you cast spells?

y/n: Why cast spells when I can cast smiles? Yours is my favourite enchantment.

y/n: I'd advise you against challenging me. My curses have a way of sticking around longer than you'd like.

Syzoth : Do you stick around as well?

Syzoth : I heard you're a witch. Do you do shows?

y/n: Mock my craft, and you'll wish you had never left that travelling carnival.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Raiden : They say magic is in the little things, sweet y/n.

y/n: Then consider me your personal witch for these enchanting moments, sweet Raiden.

Raiden : I sense sparks between us.

y/n: I thought you had been practising with your amulet.

y/n: Cross my path, and the shadows you'll meet will be darker than any you've ever known.

Raiden : You must wield very dark magic then, witch.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒐 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kung Lao : I can’t wait to tell everyone I beat you.

y/n: Oh, please, darling. I could turn you into a toad with a flick of my perfectly manicured finger.

y/n: Why fly on a broomstick when I can use that thing you call a hat to soar above your nonsense?

Kung Lao : Hey! I thought it was creative.

y/n: I could make your dreams come true, but first, you'll need some better dreams.

Kung Lao : Lucky for me, I dream of you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒍𝒊𝒖 𝒌𝒂𝒏𝒈 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: Tell me Lord Liu Kang, what was I like in this other timeline?

Liu Kang : All I can say is you're far more responsible in this one.

Liu Kang : I must commend your skills, witch. You have far exceeded any expectations.

y/n: Did you just compliment me? By the elder gods, what was I like before?

Liu Kang : Are you sure you wish to battle me, young witch?

y/n: I’m sure I want you to remember when I best you.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 ❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱

Johnny Cage : I gotta ask-

y/n: No! I cannot saw you in half. At least with you surviving.

Johnny Cage : Have you ever been on the big screen? People go crazy for witches.

y/n: While I thank you for the opportunity, Cage, my magic is not made for the big screen.

Johnny Cage : Whoa! Witches in outworld are way better looking.

y/n: Did you expect me to have a long green nose and melt in the rain?

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

y/n: I'm not a mind reader, but I'd love to know what's brewing in that mysterious mind of yours.

Kenshi Takahashi : I can assure you, you’re the only one surrounding my mind.

y/n: Think twice before meddling with my spells. The repercussions can be... unexpected.

Kenshi Takahashi : Sorry if I hurt your feelings, but I’m more intrigued than threatened.

Kenshi Takahashi : WIth Sento at my side, I can not lose.

y/n: Challenge me, and you'll learn that in the realm of magic, the victor is seldom the one who laughs last.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Mileena : Consider this your only warning. My wrath is not to be underestimated.

y/n: The feeling is more than mutual, Emperors.

y/n: If I were a witch, I'd cast a spell to make you mine.

Mileena : Luckily, you don't need magic for that.

Mileena : You over saw my mother for some time. Any words of advice for me?

y/n: A kind word to you Empress: underestimate powers you know nothing of, and you may not live long enough to regret it.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒌𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒂 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Kitana : Must you always be so vigilant, my protector?

y/n: Only when it involves safeguarding the most precious gem in the kingdom.

y/n: I put the 'hex' in 'hexcellent.'

Kitana : That’s not as amusing as you think it is.

Kitana : I never expected a witch to be so charming.

y/n: Well, I say chivalry isn't dead, especially when there's a princess to impress.

❊╌──┈⊰᯽⊱ 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒍 ⊰᯽⊱┈──╌❊

Sindel : You must have heard the news of Mileena’s condition by now?

y/n: I shall try everything in power to help. It’s the least I can do for you.

Sindel : I’m sorry for what must happen, but do know I will always value you in my life.

y/n: I have served you for some time Empress, one battle will not sway my loyalty.

y/n: Your daughters have become great fighters, your majesty.

Sindel : They have found a great teacher with you, y/n.

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howtofightwrite · 11 months

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Just a casual question: What lightsaber style do you prefer out of one-handed, two-handed, double-bladed or dual wielding?

We’ll leave out the Lightsaber Forms from the EU, because they are inconsistently defined between sources.

No, no, no. You ask me what my favorite lightsaber is, you get the answer whether you want it or not. The answer may surprise you. It’s (probably) considered the second dumbest lightsaber weapon ever invented in the extended universe with the exception of the lightsaber nunchaku.

Are you ready? Do you have your guesses?

The Lightwhip.

The chosen weapon of Dark Ladies of the Sith and the Nightsisters of Dathomir back when the Sisters weren’t all dark side practitioners and rode rancors.

(This is my favorite. For reference, Starke’s favorite is single blade Form IV: Ataru. He’s boring.)

Now, I agree with the general fandom that the lightwhip is a dumb, impractical weapon that’s more likely to dismember its wielder than it is their opponent. Only someone with a high level of skill, prescience, and telekinesis could make effective use of a lightwhip’s dismemberment murder frenzy without killing themselves. Fortunately, that’s exactly the base level of skills most Force sensitives possess. Probably most important, the lightwhip is the exact sort of dumb we see with real weapons in the real world. This includes the more wild examples like the urumi, the chain whip, and the three-section staff. And, it should be said, I have watched living black belts concuss themselves with the three-section staff while trying to figure out how to use it. All for the Rule of Cool. So, while I accept its impracticality, I refuse the argument that the lightwhip being any more unrealistic in use or invention than the rest of the lightsaber weapon family. Does it have a high skill floor? Absolutely. Is it a safe weapon compared to the rest of its very dangerous family? Absolutely not. Would a student potentially dismember or murder themselves learning to use it? Yes, and that’s why it’s fun. (I’ll add a small caveat that the average student could also dismember themselves with a normal lightsaber, so this isn’t just a danger posed by the lightwhip.)

The lightwhip is a weapon of the Dark Side. Its battle style would be (and should be) wild, chaotic, and nigh uncontrollable. There’s no way to use it safely and it belongs in the hands of a wielder who is straight up thrilled to cut down both their allies and enemies in equal measure. This is the weapon of a murderous lunatic in black leather, and gets even more wild when it switches to a Cat o’ Nine to bring on nine weaving laser tendrils instead of just one. The lightwhip is the sexy Catwoman reference that transcends its genre when we really start to think about how intimidating it’d be to see that thing on the battlefield in the hands of a novice and, especially, an expert.

The standard use for a whip in the real world is as a support tool for your primary weapon, such as a rapier. The whip doesn’t do much damage on its own, leaving only small, painful cuts and lacerations so it transitions into a means of harassment. The advantage of the whip is that it attacks at odd, circular angles which are difficult (if not impossible) to block and will curve into a strike around the opposing weapon. The rippling movement makes it difficult to see and even more difficult to predict. If kept in constant motion, this difficulty triples because the disparate movements blend together.

Now, take this setup and add the lightshow. Instead of a weapon that does light lacerations, we have a weapon that deals massive burns if it doesn’t straight up dismember. It will cut through everything and everyone. Conventional fighting styles fall apart against it. More importantly, because it is a burning plasma ribbon, it doesn’t need to follow the standard rules of physics. The lightwhip is beautiful in its raw, chaotic brutality, it’s high risk, high reward nature, and I love the way it hard counters the standard philosophy of lightsaber combat with a literal curveball. Any opponent who faces it is forced into new, creative approaches for their very survival.

Lastly, I love what the lightwhip says about its wielder as an expression of their vicious, ferocious, highly aggressive personality. This weapon requires commitment and dedication. It’s absolutely fair to say the person who wields a lightwhip has a fanatical, if not suicidal, bent. After all, they’d willingly risk death to master it. They love destruction. They don’t care about outside consequences or property destruction. They go it alone.

I’ll admit the lightwhip’s true potential is too violent for most of Star Wars and, like most Star Wars weapons, it very much lives on the Rule of Cool. One of the sadder aspects with the lightwhip is that, while I love the weapon and its potential, any discussion of it gets mired in sexism. Every appearance of the lightwhip comes with the sexy NSFW Dark Side Dominatrix bent and leads to the lightwhip not being given the consideration it’s potential deserves.

My favorite saber is Darth Maul’s saber staff from The Phantom Menace, because versatility allows for use of both one and two. My favorite lightsaber form (which should now surprise no one) is Form VII: Vaapad.

All that said, I do enjoy a good Dark Side Dominatrix as much as I enjoy a moody and hooded Dark Side Goth. And I genuinely love dumb and, seemingly, impractical weapons when the reward justifies their risk. If there’s a general writing advice takeaway here, always consider the practicality of an impractical but cool weapon, address i’s rewards as well as its risks, and pair it with a suitable personality. The lightwhip is not a weapon that belongs in the hands of a Jedi or, really, any individual who possesses any degree of restraint. It’s for a character who merrily expresses raw, raging power at every opportunity and willing to risk destroying themselves along with everyone else for victory.

There’s a weird angle with the Star Wars EU where they tried to establish the lightwhip as weaker than the lightsaber (*cough* woman’s weapon *cough*) with less cutting power even when it doesn’t use a physical cord, which makes absolutely no sense. The lightsaber is the more versatile weapon, while the lightwhip is more specialized and circumstantial. Which fits with the patterns of real world weapons technology.

This a long circle round to saying that the weapons we choose for our characters act as personality tells. Which is why it’s important to give a lot of thought and consideration to any weapon’s historic use and purpose before attaching it. Weapons communicate more than we might expect, both via their situational viability and associated cultural myths. It’s important to choose whether you’ll address this, especially if you’re not planning to intentionally communicate that message or make those personality traits part of the character’s identity. Weapons are tools and, like with all tools, different tools attract different personalities. In fiction, we the authors often decide this from an external perspective. Once a choice has been made, always give yourself a chance to think about it from a character’s internal perspective. Why did Character X choose this weapon? Why do they want to use it? What does this weapon do for them that another weapon doesn’t? Or, what makes that other weapon less attractive?

You might find yourself with an answer or story beat you hadn’t previously considered.

Food for thought.

-Michi

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therainscene · 1 year

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Will Byers: Be gay do crime, amirite?

Growing up means putting away childish things, choosing between marrying a woman or remaining celibate, becoming a wage slave with no free time, and accepting that this is how life works.

Fuck that!

Will would rather spend his time doing things he actually enjoys with the people he loves, and if he has to break some of society’s rules to do so... well, clearly the rules were bullshit to begin with and deserve to be broken.

But the spark of defiance we see in the van is a smoldering ember compared to the fire of S3.

Will jokes about Vegas and D&D, but that’s all it is -- a joke. Getting to spend the rest of his life with Mike has begun to feel like a silly fantasy, akin to using superpowers to commit fraud as a minor.

It doesn’t occur to him that Mike’s cries for help could be because he wants to escape comphet, not be pushed further into it. He weeps quietly over his self-inflicted heartache, back turned and mouth smothered, like there’s something unreasonable about his feelings.

What happened to the brazenly authentic boy who openly admitted that he expected to spend his life with Mike? Where’s the offended boy who called Mike out on his performative heterosexuality? The furious boy who screamed and sobbed and swore as he felt society’s homophobic standards closing in on him with all the inevitability of growing older?

Will is authentic and headstrong, but even he is getting slowly crushed under the boot of forced conformity.

Some of the GA think this is an acceptable outcome; just an inevitable part of growing up gay in the 80s. It’s realistic and relatable. Great queer rep!

Others decide that Will should become a villain -- after all, hasn’t he earned the right? The narrative has done nothing but torture him, so doesn’t he deserve to go a little apeshit? As a treat?

Henry Creel: Be gay do crime, amirite?

Henry is scathingly critical of society’s rules. He refuses to compromise his true nature by playing along, and no amount of punishment can force him to change.

His backstory is presented in a way that makes it difficult to sympathize with him -- I mean, ok, maybe he didn’t deserve to be jailed and tortured when he was just a child, but surely the Soteria was necessary, right? He’s dangerous.

But the real threat that Henry poses isn’t his willingness to kill -- it’s the power he has to rewrite the rules. And both he and his oppressors know it.

By locking him up (forcing him into the closet), torturing him (subjecting him to homophobia), and implanting him with Soteria (castrating him), they stripped him of agency and reduced his options to a rock and a hard place:

Continue suffering in obedient silence.

Go apeshit and commit whatever atrocities are necessary to escape. Embrace his role as the villain in a story where people like him aren’t allowed to be the heroes anyway.

(Hmm, those are same options that Will is expected to choose from. What an interesting yet surely meaningless coincidence.)

The tragedy of Henry’s story is that he did end up conforming to the rules in the end.

He didn’t choose the option his oppressors would have preferred, but he did choose an acceptable one -- he became the monster they’d already branded him as. Once upon a time his fellow outcasts might have gladly allied with him, but now they’re forced to stop him.

I love the symbolism of this shot. El’s rainbow is larger and pushes Henry back, while his is upside down, foreshadowing how the battle is going to end -- but more than that, it symbolizes their approaches in battle.

The motivation that Henry is using comes from the same place as El’s -- a desire for self-preservation, to defy authority, to fight for the rights of fellow outcasts -- but his has been twisted. He advises her to use a memory of injustice that makes her feel angry and sad...

...and while it’s very effective, it’s not enough. It isn’t until she thinks of a memory that makes her feel loved that she’s able to gain the upper hand.

Interestingly, the lights surge around her as she does this, bathing her in an ethereal white glow:

It fits the symbolism of the rainbow room perfectly -- after all, what is white light if not a focused rainbow?

But more importantly: where have we seen this before?

Will Byers carries the light with him wherever he goes, because he has the benefit of something Henry was cruelly robbed of: the unconditional love and acceptance of his family and friends, which helped hinder society’s efforts to crush the authenticity out of him.

So why should Will suffer the same fate as Henry? What’s stopping him from being the hero and earning the happy ending he wants, instead of the tragic ending homophobes expect him to settle for?

Like Henry, Will has the power to rewrite the rules -- and this time, they’re actually going to be rewritten.

#stranger things #will has powers #byler #will byers #henry creel #el hopper #my analysis

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simmerianne93 · 6 months

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[Simmerianne93]Simblreen2023_03

Hello!! How are you today?

This is the 3rd simblreen gift and, if you are into manga and anime as I do, I have to tell you that i had a little bit of inspiration from Jujutsu Kaisen's Gojo and Toji's fight from season 2, episode 3 to make this specific posepack.

Of course I did not do a copy and paste pose. I made some adjustments to make them fit well on a sim, avoiding some typical anime exaggerations, and I also made some other poses that has nothing to do with that Gojo vs Toji fight but just "normal" spellcaster poses.

When I saw the fight, animated in the anime, I was amazed and, although I know that in no way do I do justice to the wonderful animation that the Mappa studio does in each of the chapters of the serie, I needed to do at least something similar for the sims as action and fantasy poses for some spellcaster sims.

Personally, I'm someone who plays a lot with spellcaster sims and I like poses where the sims do magic but don't do exaggerated movements, so I tried to include some poses where with just the movement of one hand they can exert great force with a lot of power.

I think I will do more poses of this style because I feel like I need them and there aren't enough, but that will be in the future.

I have to say that even when my cover model sim looks a little like Gojo, I did not made him with Gojo in mind XD I made him waaay before I knew Gojo existed, but what can I say? I have a special attraction for unreal albino boys haha xD. Tho I did choose him for the poses because of his similarity with Gojo... So, I'm a half guilty haha.

Anyway, I hope you like the poses and I'll leave you with the posepack description:

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16 solo poses for a sim + 1 all in one.

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Andrew's poses player

Teleport any sim by Scumbumbo or Mccc by deaderpool.

OPTIONAL: Igor's magic effect

OPTIONAL: Natalia Auditore's ball of light

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mdhwrites · 7 months

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My Biggest Problem With TOH Fight Scenes

So first I just want to say that for as much as people laud TOH's animations... Its fights aren't good. I'm not saying they're poorly animated but as fights, they're not interesting. There's rarely much in the way of back and forth, the choreography is just okay, it usually is really floaty and slow, in part due to how TOH does its bigger budget animation. Some of the ones counted as fight scenes really shouldn't as Grom would be the best fight scene of the series... But it's not. It's really just a small dance routine without the opponent involved and then a super move and that's not a fight. It's much closer to a curbstomp if anything, especially with how powerless the leads are before then.

But all of those explain why TOH's fights are kind of lackluster and how that fuels a general feeling that TOH just isn't a very good adventure series which is kind of rough for an adventure/comedy series. No, my biggest issue, and part of why Covention is easily the best fight in the series to me (Eclipse Lake is second and the rest are... There at best) is a lack of personality to these fights. A lack of a personal touch that should make them more memorable. Feel like who is fighting matters beyond skill set, especially in a show with magic.

But what do I mean by personality? After all, in a fight your goal is to beat the opponent. Where is the room for personality? If you're asking that then WOW where have you been to have missed the Superhero boom of the last decade? Then again, plenty of those movies fuck this up too. It's effectively how you make sure Spider-Man punching someone feels different from Captain America punching someone. Through body language, how they treat the fight, the creative ways they get the opening to land their blow, etc. like that. More straightforward thinking people will use more brute force while smarter characters will use their environment to their advantage and silly characters may use jokes and the like both for amusement and distraction. How brutal are they in taking down their opponent, do they hold back, etc. etc.

In TOH though... Everyone just brute forces everything with maximum power all the time. My go to example of this is how smart, studious Amity's go to weapon in S2, all of S2, was an abomination fist. Despite having the second most versatile and expressive type of magic in the show, Amity decides to always go for just punching a bitch or literally throwing a fist (or she's not actually really a part of the fight). Why? What part of her character, besides the asinine element of her once being a Grudgby Captain, would make you expect her to be some sort of brawler? To want to get up close and personal with her very own fists? She should be summoning minions, setting traps, ensnaring and debilitating her opponents... And instead she keeps punching people or using the gauntlet as a projectile which isn't even used as a joke for "I cast Fist" which would at least lightly play into her being a nerd even if that's much more a line that should come from Luz.

But even worse is Gus actually. He's not a part of a lot of fights but when he is, how does he use illusions? Literally the most expressive magic there is in almost any setting? The coven that does magic with pizzazz as he puts it? With basic ass clones that aren't even in silly poses or costumes, darkness and mind jacking. The one time he actually makes an illusion to use as an illusion in a fight is very tenuously Looking Glass Ruins. Even then, it's not as a distraction or the like or even coded to who Gus is as a character for the most part. It's more of a trap/set piece than any sort of fight and the level of horror it goes to feels honestly out of character for the most light hearted comedy character in the show. Otherwise though... Where's the pizzazz?

It makes most of the fights in TOH just blend together. It makes the magic feel like everyone is just using energy blasts and vines. I mean even Willow always goes for the most aggressive, brutal approach she can to put down a threat with as many vines as possible. Why? Why does she behave, even when calm, much closer to how you might expect Hunter to since he's actually trained to kill and fight?

None of this is helped either by the fact that I think the first monster Belos fight is really the only one that actually has talking during the fight. Every other fight, the characters entirely shut up until there's a pause in the action. That may be more realistic but it still implies that none of these characters are afraid or panicking or coordinating or anything like that. Even during the ones I can genuinely recall, it's always the villain who speaks. The heroes are too busy just trying to destroy the threat to say anything. It makes how short the fights are a weird sort of blessing because hey! Now the actual story and characterization can continue instead of having a pointless, fluff piece of a fight going on.

So now they don't just feel floaty, they don't have narrative weight either. None of them are a clash of ideas because that only happens once there's a victor. That's less interesting than letting what's being said also follow the eb and flow of the combat itself. It's probably part of why TOH's longest fight is like a minute long.

Then again, if I want good fights then I could just go watch Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles because they have throwaway fights that are better animated, better choreographed and have better personality than either TOH's or Amphibia's best fights. Like seriously: If you've seen clips of that show's big ticket fights, I promise you that it's not a once a season occurrence that they have a great fight. That show is incredible with how silly and fun and GORGEOUS its animation is and I still want to know how the fuck they did that on a tv show budget.

But TOH's fights? I can absolutely see how they were done with a tv show's budget and they don't lean into character or creativity enough to make up for that.

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#the owl house criticism #toh critical

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progenycursed · 1 year

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Unpopular Take on Radiance

Spoiler warning for Hollow knight game.

I don’t think she’s the god of dreams. She’s the god of the old light and the moths. Nowhere in the game that I can find(and I have a lot of hours) is she called the god of dreams. Even in Godhome she is only called the “forgotten god of light.” If she anything, she is the god of the sun. When you start the fight with her, she is literally the sun in the sky.

I think the dream realm works kind of like the physical realm. Each god has a territory they lay claim to. The size depends on how many followers they have, which also effects their power level. For a physical god though, the dream realm wouldn’t be as important to them compared to a god whose entire being is within the dream realm.

In the game it is said that Radiance is ‘a higher being of light similar to essence,’ but she isn’t the only higher being of light, and all gods in the game have essence. The Pale King and White Lady both have white essence. His can be seen in the White Palace dream, his dream. Her’s can be seen in god home. Much like Unn’s whose green essence is floating all around her area in the pantheon. The nightmare heart has red essence. Even what’s left of the lifeblood god in the abyss has blue essence. I think essence is a trait of all higher beings of light, life, and memories.

Mini theory: I also believe that Pure Vessel has a form of essence. In their arena in Godhome, the particles floating in the air, some of its soul, some void, then there are the circles. The empty circles, almost like the dreamcatchers of essence, but with the inside gone. As if it was hollowed out… mini theory over.

But every dream you enter is hers! Yes, because she’s invading the dreams of all bugs. The reason the Hollow Knight plan was created in the first place. The plan that failed, allowing her to continue invading dreams. In fact, it’s stated in the slobbering husks journal entry, that ‘the harder you struggles against it, the more it consumed you.’ The bugs tried to repress her dream, so the dream manifested as the infection. She was set on invading every dream she could, one that she succeeded at by the time the game starts. Thus every dream you enter, is hers. She’s not the god of dreams, she just won the invasion and claimed all the territory. Plus, the tool you use to get into all dreams, is a tool created by the moths while they were still following her. It makes sense that the dream nail was made with her power, so everything it touches, has a little of her influence, her essence.

What of the moths influence over the dream realm? For whatever reason, Radiance lacks a physical from, so if she wanted to interact with her moths they would have to be able to enter her dream. Maybe that’s even why the dream nail was created. The moth tribe seems to have a lot of control over the dream realm, maybe because their possessive god preferred to keep them close. In fact, I believe that she may have tried her best to keep them in her dream almost completely. The moth tribes architecture suggests minimal interactions with the real world. And how they all seemingly abandoned her at once, suggests to me that they all realized at once that she wasn’t that great. Maybe she forcibly held them in the dream realm. If they were there most of the time, they would have a lot of influence and knowledge of the realm.

Like how the dream realm split long ago into nightmares. But it doesn’t say the split happened from Radiance’s dream, but the dream realm in general. Suggesting that higher beings come in two forms, benevolent dreams and malevolent nightmares. A culture that mostly resides in the dream realm, would be aware of the nightmare realm, a realm that might pose a serious threat to them. I don’t think the nightmare heart is Radiance sibling. I’m not even convinced that it has anything to do with her at all. It feeds off of the dying flames of a fallen civilization, that’s why its there. I’m not even convinced that the nightmare heart is THE god of nightmares, but A god of nightmares. But that’s a theory for another post.

If she was the god of dreams, then how could she have been forgotten? If she was the god of dreams, every bug in Hallownest would have entered her realm every time they sleep. It would have been impossible to forget her for this reason alone. But it is never mentioned that the bugs of Hallownest knew of her until after she started invading their dreams. She was only known to the moths until they abandoned her. If she was the god of dreams, that would throw SO many wrenches into the mosskin lore. The mosskin were created by Unn’s dream. But if Radiance is the god of dreams, how would that work? Do they classify as her people too? Did Unn take out a loan on the dream realm to make her people? If she was the god of dreams, why would she allow the Pale King to create a dream? A dream that he would have made while her infection was running rampant.

But what of the void being her ancient enemy? I think it’s her ancient enemy because she’s been in the area the longest. Or maybe because it consumed her real sibling and she thinks it’s trying to get her too? Which is a fair belief, but I think it’s because the void doesn’t like any higher being of light, or light in general. It somehow convinced the lighthouse keeper to turn off the light. Then took that chance to wrap its tendrils into the kingsmold armor in the palace grounds. Invaded the Pale Kings dreams, yet left all the people within and even the dream itself alone. Instead went straight for the throne room, melted all his void guards, and killed him. Filling the room that should be the brightest, and left void particles floating after it was done with him. The void even strikes out at vessels, because even though they are mostly void, they are still the offspring of two beings of light.

Mini hypothesis: What if all the giant bug bodies were other gods that came to the area? What if they all fell to the void? Hypothesis over.

TLDR: no where in the game is Radiance called the god of dreams. She just took over all the dreams because the Hollow Knight plan that was to stop her from doing this, failed. Her being the god of dreams doesn’t fit with other parts of the game lore including Unn’s mosskin, the Pale King’s white palace dream, and the essence of the other gods. She is just the spite filled old light and the creator of moths. Or in another mini theory, possible the godly embodiment of the sun itself, which might explain why the world of Hallownest lacks a sun.

#hollow knight #hollow knight radiance #hollow knight theory #radiance #radiance not the god of dreams #dream realm #higher beings #grimm is not her sibling #Unn #Pale King #hollow knight pale king #hollow knight white lady #hollow knight unn #hollow knight nightmare heart #nightmare heart #white lady

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in which badboy! jeon jungkook desperately needs everyone to think he has a girlfriend and out of all the girls on campus that he could’ve chosen to fake date- he chose you, the girl who hates him the most.

fake dating, badboy! jungkook, swearing, mentions of blood/fighting, hate(mainly oc) to love, eventual light smut, little pining

taglist/ @familiarlikemymirror3 @thisartemisnevermisses @ellesalazar

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“are you going to let me in? or just stare at me all night?” Your jaw tightens at his sarcasm. He just turns up at your dorm unannounced and expects you to be the head of the welcoming committee?

“what are you doing here?” He raises an eyebrow at you before shrugging his shoulders and you watch his eyes trail down from your eyes. Your eyes follow and you look at what you’re wearing, tight black bed shorts hidden underneath a large top. Lifting your head back up, you have no idea why he’s staring so intensely. He clears his throat before looking back to your eyes.

“you’re meant to be my girlfriend right? so i should be spending my time with you, not at a party” He rushes out his explanation before looking down at you in silence. You didn’t know if he meant what he was saying, but it was Jungkook- no one ever knew the nonsense he was up to. Sighing, you step aside and open your door wider. You notice a small smile on his lips as he steps in and looks around.

“my room is this way come on” Honestly, you have no idea why you let him in. But the way your heart skipped a beat when you saw him standing there outside your door? It was getting harder to ignore the effect he was starting to have over you, it pissed you off. You’ve hated him ever since he almost got you kicked out of university but slowly you’ve began to lose that feeling of hatred and now you just feel nervous. God, this is ridiculous. You enter your room first and he follows closely behind you, a smile wants to make its way to your face at the thought of him behind you like a puppy- you squish down the smile. Lifting your hand, you indicate for him to sit on your bed and he does it immediately as he looks around. - he really seems like a lost puppy. Shaking you’re head, you close the door and turn back to him. It feels awkward, you just standing there in silence as his eyes looks around before stopping at you. “so, i thought you had a party tonight?” It was the only thing you could think of to ask to break the silence, you realise you’re still stood so you move you’re feet and sit on the bed too. You make sure to leave some space.

“i did” He shrugged and you leant back on your hands on the bed, trying to get relaxed “it was boring” You chuckle at this before pushing yourself further into the centre of the bed, crossing you legs

“not surprised, they always are” Jungkook leans forward to untie his shoes and you find yourself watching his every move. The back of his leather jacket tightens over his back as he’s bent forward and your eyes stay on the sight before the sound of his boots hitting the floor jumps you from your thoughts and you quickly look away as he leans back up and copies your pose opposite you on the bed. It silent again as the two of you stare at each other, your heart feels heavier and it feels a little hard to breathe under his gaze “wanna watch a film?” The words came out before you thought about, wanting to do anything to escape his stare. He nods as a yes and you lean forward to grab the remote at the end of the bed but half you feel his breath on your neck as he looks down at you, of course the remote had to be behind him. You grab the remote and lean back immediately before moving to the right side of the bed and lean against the pillows. Jungkook eyes your for a second before moving to the left side, removing his jacket leaving him in a plain black tee, before he leans on the pillows. “what do you wanna watch?” You look over but immediately turn back to the screen when you notice how close he was.

“hm, am not fussy pick one of your favourites” That really shouldn’t have made your heart flutter but nonetheless, it did. After dating men that didn’t even give your likes a second thought, that one sentence seemed like the greenest flag you’ve ever seen. Ignoring it, you open netflix and type in a movie that you’ve seen too many times. “child’s play three?” He reads out the title with a questioning tone.

“yeah, problem with that?” You may have been a bit defensive as you hit play and lay down properly on the bed fo watch comfortably, but you hear him chuckle next you

“no, just never expected it to be you’re favourite. i’ve never seen this one” As the movie begins to play you look up at him in shock, in your eyes this was the best of the franchise and if you’ve seen another one you had to have watched this one too.

“which one did you watch?” Jungkook looks down at you as he remains sat up

“don’t know, the most recent one i think” You scoff at this and he gives you a look to explain your disgust

“that’s one of the worst ones you could’ve watched, should’ve watched from the first one” With that you look back to the screen as the first scene begins, you’re too engrossed in the film to notice the man beside you still looking down at you, smile on his lips. “see after the last film you assume there’s no way for him to come back, this film executes his return so well” You’re eyes are still on the screen, the image of the chucky doll missing from his box plays as you speak. Jungkook quickly glances at the screen to the little doll feet running across the screen, before his eyes return to you. He smiles again before laying down properly next you then forces himself to focus on the movie, if this was your favourite he had to watch it. Anything you’d like, he’d happily engaged in.

“what makes a movie about a killer doll so good?” you look over to him, his eyes still on the screen as chucky makes his first kill of the film.

“i mean, the concept is cool. a psychotic mans soul is stuck in a doll and he’s desperate to find an actual body? great stuff” His eyes move to yours and he smiles and nods his head to agree with you. The smile is so bright your breathing halts and you turn your attention back to the screen, not really paying attention because all you can think about is that damn smile.

“so, is horror your favourite genre?” You want to turn and answer but, you don’t want to look in his eyes. It made you too nervous. So, you keep your eyes on the screen and speak

“yeah i like psychological thrillers and paranormal ones the most.” You pause “and romance”

“what?” His questions catches you by surprise and you turn to look at him, his eyes already on you

“what?” You repeat back and he smiles again, that fucking smile.

“just didn’t expect your two top genres to be horror and romance” He lets out a little laugh “those two don’t typical go together”

“yeah well, opposites attract right?” He remained silent, eyes staring into your own and you swallow nothing. A loud bang from the film makes you turn your attention back to the screen and you decide to keep your eyes there for the rest of the movie.

A constant ringing echoed throughout your room making you groan and your eyes flutter open. It was dark as you blindly reach out your hand towards the noise. Your search for the noise came up empty as the ringing stopped but it soon started back up again, huffing you go to sit up but a weight over your waist halts your movement. Looking down, your eyes widen when you see a tattooed arm stretched over it. Your head whips to look over your shoulder and you saw Jungkook sleeping soundly against your back. Blinking a couple times your breathe gets caught in your throat as he pulls you against him in his sleep. Once again, your phone rings and this time you feel Jungkook jolt awake at the sound. You watch as he looks around a little confused before his eyes meets yours over your shoulder before going down to look at his arm over you. He drags his arm off you, his hand grazing your upper thigh. You quickly lean away and grab your phone and answer it.

“y/n! f-finally! come get me!” He shouts the last line making you pull the phone away from your ear. Sighing, you sit up as Jungkook remains led down.

“tae, what-” You’re cut off by a bunch of shouting and you pull the phone away from your ear and down to your lap in frustration. You hear a chuckle from behind you and look over to see Jungkook sat up now, rubbing his eyes.

“y/n are you there?!” Taehyung’s shouting makes you raise the phone to your ear again “come get me please!”

“yeah i will when you tell me where-” You’re cut off again but this time it’s Jungkook who takes the phone from your ear and places it to his own making you gasp and turn in his direction.

“it’s Jungkook, you at the oakley dormitory?” You can hear a muffled voice down the line and you try to take the phone back but Jungkook leans away from you, swatting your hand away. “yeah i know where that is” He stops to push you away when you lean on your knees to get the phone back, you flop back on to bed and let out a huff. “just stay there man” In annoyance you kick his arm lightly with your foot and he pushes it away but you nudge him again. In an instance he has your ankle in his grasp as he yanks you towards him making you gasp. He leans onto his knees, hovers above you and grabs hold of your wrists to pin them above your head. You look up at him with shock but he has a smile on his face as he holds you down with one arm as the others holds the phone to his ear “yes we’re coming, dont move” With that, he hangs up and throws your phone over his shoulder, you hear it land on top of your covers. “let’s go get your drink friend sweetheart” Is all he says as he lets go of you and gets off the bed, you lay still for a moment before sitting up.

“who says you’re coming with me?” He looks at your from the opposite side of the bed as he picks up his jacket

“i do, now hurry up and put something warm on” Rolling your eyes you move to your cupboard and grab a hoodie and put it on before moving to grab your phone. Once you have it you look over to see Jungkook eyeing you and you give him a look with his boots now on “that’s all you’re putting on? it’s cold out and you’ve got shorts on” You shrug at this and grab your shoes, sitting on the edge of the bed you put them on. “don’t ignore me, put something else on”

“i’ll be in the car it’s fine” You stand once your shoes are on and face him, his arms crossed over his chest and eyes glaring at you

“iam gonna go wait in the hallway, put some leggings on or something. then we can go” With that, he leaves your room and you hear him walking out of the dorm. Chuckling to yourself, you go back to your cupboard and grab some black leggings.

The ride to pick up Taehyung was quiet except Jungkook giving you directions every now and again. Surprisingly, it wasn’t as awkward as you thought it might have been. Neither of you mentioned the cuddling from when you woke up, which you were glad about. You just wanted to move on from it and not even think about how comfortable or warm it was, waking up in his arms

“up here on the right” You follow the instructions and as you turn you see a bunch of people gathered outside, many still with red cups in their hands as they stumble around. When the crowd splits a little you see your friend, sat on the curb. You pull over next to him and go to get out. “no stay, i’ll get him” Jungkook gave you no other option as he undoes his belt and gets out of the car. You lean back in your seat and watch him approach your drunk friend. Jungkook bends down on his knees in front of him and you laugh a little when you see Tae wrap his arms around Jungkook’s neck. You could see the struggle as Jungkook tries to pull him up, he manages it but Tae leans his full body weight onto him making the pair stumble a little. After a while, Jungkook manages to drag Tae to your car. He opens one of the back doors and leads your friend to lie down on the seats.

“your bowl is back there, use it if you need it.” You say as Jungkook climbs back into the front seat, he does his belt as you pull away.

“well isn’t it my favourite fake couple” Taehyung has managed to sit himself up between the two front seats.

“you know other fake couples?” You ask, glancing at him through the mirror before turning your attention back on the road.

“no, you win by default” He slurs out and you hear Jungkook chuckle beside you making your lips lift into a small smile. “what w-were you too doing together at four in the morning?” Even while on the edge of blackout drunk he was a nosy little shit.

“having sex” You immediately reach out your hand and hit Jungkook in the arm for his comment but he simply laughs as your friend gasps behind your head

“i knew it!”

“you know nothing!” You shout out before reaching between the seats and pushing on his chest, he falls backwards then onto the floor of the car. The noise of him hitting the floor is loud and Jungkook barks out a laugh as he leans his head between the seats to check on your friend. He reaches an arm between the seat to help him back up to sit down properly, Taehyung huffs once he’s back up.

“y-you see how horrible she is to me?!” He points a finger to you and you raise a middle finger in his direction before putting it back on the wheel

“i do, i see it” Jungkook agrees and you side eye him before looking back to the road, it mostly empty due to how late it was

“i don’t see anyone else coming to pick your drunk ass up” You let out before stopping at a red light, you glance behind you to see him swaying with his eyes close.

“she has a point man” Jungkook agrees with you and Taehyung drunkenly scoffs, leaning his head back on the head rests.

“you’re only agreeing because you’re banging her” You move your belt of your shoulder and lean between to seats to hit him, his eyes spring open and his hands raise in the air to cover his face. “control your woman!” Jungkook laughs and grips your waist to pull you back to your seat

“green light” He gets out making you return to your seat and you start to drive again. Luckily, there’s no one waiting behind you.

#bts fanfic #jungkook #taehyung #jungkook x reader #jungkook x y/n #jungkook enemies to lovers #jungkook fake dating #jeon jungkook

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Park Junmo and his unstable self–image:

In The Worst Of Evil, we’re not told much about Junmo’s past (not really shown much of any character’s history really) as the story mainly focuses on the noir and crime aspect of the show. But we’re shown enough to be able to connect some clues and understand some of the reasonings and psychology behind our main character’s actions.

Junmo’s father was a drug addict, and his mom left when he was young. Obviously, this would have a detrimental impact on his mental health—which we see slowly spiraling out of control throughout the show. (Never mind the fact that the series mostly focuses on the ethics of it, Junmo is a cop who goes on an undercover mission and he has to fight hard to not lose his morals to all that he sees, all that he experiences, all that he does. And as compelling as that was, for this short rambling of mine I want to focus more on something else.)

And yes Junmo’s faltering morality is also a symptom of this disconnect he has with his own person. Junmo is confused and has no idea as to who he really is. His mother left early on and his father evidently was not a good one, we can imagine he had no interest in properly raising his son alone. I suppose the resulting trauma posed a significant hindrance to Junmo’s upbringing and development. Without an adult’s guidance, he was unable to properly develop a personality of his own. You need (healthy) interactions with others to shape your sense of self.

While I don’t mean to diagnose, or misuse psychology, or project on his character (forgive me if I’m doing any of those but also can you blame me, this deeply flawed character is so beautiful to dissect and read and attempt to read between the lines, behind the footage) there were some parts that made the light above my head switch on.

We learn that Junmo became a cop mainly thanks to his mentor: Seo Do Hyung.

He’s the reason Junmo didn’t stray off the path and became a cop. He gave him a purpose, a reason to keep going, an identity to chase after, and a sense of belonging. Do Hyung presents all of this to him, and Junmo holds on to it for deal life.

He gets married to a cop —born into a family of cops— and that’s kind of where it starts going bad again (including the wedding scene). Junmo starts feeling like… an impostor. Unlike his wife, his family is broken, he‘s unable to get a promotion, this all is an open wound that Euijung’s family keeps gnawing and scratching at until it scabs over and falls off. It’s sad, it’s tragic, but I don’t think that marriage had any hope of lasting.

Comes Jung Gichul—Junmo finds a new… place to belong, a brotherhood, maybe…maybe…maybe… a home?

It’s not that way at first, but the bridge effect is very real and Junmo has more than one close–death experience with Gichul next to him. And the more time he spends with him, the more humanity and vulnerability he sees from his boss, the more he hesitates.

And now, Park Junmo has a new name, a new identity. Which I don’t know if it was intentional or not: giving Junmo a new name and an impostor role—to convey his unstable sense of self.

Once again, Junmo is stuck, and he can’t —no matter how much he tries— figure out what he actually wants to do, where his heart lies. Who is he? What does Park Junmo want? How does Park Junmo feel? Who should Park Junmo betray? Should he act as Kwon Seungho or as Park Junmo?

But this doubt, this doubt hurts too. Because why should he be faltering? He’d spent so much time and effort to get here, sacrificed so much, and his wife is part of this too, he didn’t go through so much suffering just to fail his mission in the end. (He went through all that for Gichul.)

Do Hyung’s sacrifice settles it, Junmo is forced to make the final choice and bring the gang to justice.

But Gichul… Kwon Seungho couldn’t do that to him. Not until Gichul had really forced Park Junmo’s hand.

(Forgive me if there’s any mistakes or if this seems incoherent, this is my own interpretation and it’s been on my mind for a while and of course I had the urge to finally write it before a deadline. So these are my jumbled thoughts that I had to let go into the world)

#the worst of evil #park junmo #kwon seungho #kdrama

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whomst-is-hex · 1 month

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me favorite pages and their thumbnails n storyboards

first off we got my darling claras intro

fun fact its very faint but i put a small aura of light on every instance of her face to make her reeeeally feel saintly. brings a halo everywhere she goes

couple of obvious changes because my dumbass was making thumbnail pages by hand and forgot that if the shape of the thumbnail's off it can really impact proportions of the frames. so i really had to make some artemy frames bigger and change their shapes. turned out ok tho

next we got Ascending The Evil Stairs

i wanted to make that stairwell as weird as i could. bc on my very very first playthrough, i was on call with my sister. and i went down the stairs and INSTANTLY felt claustrophobic. the blank, narrow walls..... the steep steps..... love it.

i had a lot of trouble trying to make the entrance as dramatic and cautious as possible. in the second panel particularly, i wanted to show danko's hand and artemy approaching behind him. but that felt like it was revealing too much too early, and i figured keeping artemy himself obscured and instead focusing on his little steps and motions would be a better effect

and now for the goddamned fight scene

this bitch was so hard to put together coherently.

so from the beginning, i wanted this page to be frantic. i barely even knew what i was doing in the thumbnail lmfao. but overall, i wanted the frames to just suddenly split apart. because of betrayal, sudden action, whichever you want to see it as. but i made a point to give page 18 those same misaligned frames, when artemy turns his back to daniil. when i moved to storyboard for this page, i was suddenly and violently aware of how inconsistent their positions are if i show their bodies as much as i wanted too in the beginning. they're still confusing, but by focusing on specific parts of the body that translates into the disorientation you feel from an actual fight. i hope

now for these homos and their normal conversations

there were a Lot of changes to this page's dialogue. and in the end i gotta thank @indigo-constellation for knowing an unreasonable amount of latin quotes for me to choose from because God Damn It, he just wasn't speaking enough latin for me to be satisfied.

so the poses for this one are Quite Different if you look closely. this is because my ass originally wanted this conversation to happen on the floor. The whole plan was that Daniil kicks out Artemy's bad leg, but temy manages to redirect the fall so hes still in control. But i realized that i probably dont have the skills to portray that in a way that flows well enough, so i settled with punching him in the face and shoving him on the desk. Same effect really. The punch was a veeeerry late change of plans but I'm glad how it turned out.

i'll probably do more of these once chappy 2 is out because i love talking about my process so yea stay tuned ig

#doodles #pathologic #:3 heehee

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Dreamtime - One Shot fic

This picture had such a profound effect on me that I actually had a deam about it. My dream actually ended before I could reach out to him, so I finished the dream on paper, as it were. This also is one answer the question posed by #captjameshookthoughts in a post earlier today.

Dreamtime

I’m standing in a dark room in my bedclothes, but somehow, I know it’s not my bedroom. It’s too dark; there’s no faint ambient light from my alarm clock or the nightlight in the bathroom. In fact, it’s almost pitch black. The door isn’t even where it’s supposed to be, it’s right in front of me. I reach out and run my palms across the smooth, well-oiled door and find an iron bolt in the locked position. The door is warm to the touch, but the floor is cold on my bare feet. And I can smell the ocean, cigar smoke, and alcohol, and something like linseed oil but not quite the same.

I keep blinking my eyes trying to get them to adjust to the blackness and turn to look around the dark room. That’s when I see him, only because of the thin shaft of moonlight that’s shining in through a window. One thin sliver of light in a sea of blackness that envelops me and the man straddling a chair with his arms folded across the back. I instantly fight to control my breathing and the volume of my breaths to keep them inaudible. I know this man – even from the back, in this poor light, I know him.

He's been drinking heavily; the smell of rum permeates the air. And I can see a partially consumed glass of alcohol in his hand, but he’s not drinking it. His head is down on his arms and he’s crying silently; I can’t hear a sound, but I can see his shoulders heaving.

I take a few tentative steps towards him, the lavish, lush rugs on the floor feel much better to my bare feet than the bare plank flooring. Now I can see the vicious steel claw that he wears on his right arm, the moonlight makes it gleam. My heart breaks for him. He’s so sad, so lost, so alone. I know this feeling, though not as cruelly as he does, but I am familiar with these feelings. I have my demons that crawl out when I’m alone with my thoughts, and in the wee hours when I’m trying to sleep or worse, into my dreams giving me the kind of nightmares that make you wake up screaming and crying.

I want so badly to reach out and tell him he’s going to be alright. I want to tell him that I’ve loved him since I was a wee boy of five years old. That I’ve never found him scary, threatening, repulsive, evil, disgusting, and a dozen other euphemisms for ‘bad’. I would dearly love to put my arms around his shoulders and hug him, a good long, affirming hug but I don’t think he knows I’m here. At least, he’s given no indication, and he might strike out in anger or shock with the hook.

I know he’s a proud man and the last thing he wants is for anyone to see him so dejected and defeated, so vulnerable. But I also know I can’t just stand here and watch him suffer in silence; my heart won’t let me. I take a few more tentative steps closer, and a board creaks under my weight – I freeze, thinking I’ve announced my presence prematurely, but evidently creaky boards are part of his everyday life because the noise doesn’t faze him.

I steel myself to try and deflect or maybe halt the deadly right arm that is sure to attack any intruder, but I also realize I’m not the strong young man I was in my 20’s or 30’s. I’ve gotten old and somewhat crippled. I can’t even run anymore if my life depended on it, damn that doctor. I have been told though, that I am the most determined man many people have met, and my heart has not weakened under the catastrophes of life, nor has it lost its capacity for love. I reach out ever so slowly to gently lay my left hand on his right shoulder as I softly speak his name.

“Captain Hook, sir?”

He almost jumps out of his skin, leaping to his feet and dropping his drink. He staggers a little bit, probably from the alcohol and being startled. An angry snarl is on his lips and the claw is held high ready to strike, little red spots dot the center of his entrancing blue eyes. Everything inside me tells me to run, but I hold my ground trying to keep a calm expression, my hands up at shoulder height.

“How did you get in here?!” the captain demands. “Who are you?!” glaring at the strange, bearded man in his quarters.

“Please sir,” I start, “Don’t kill me. I’m not here to do any mischief….” He swings the claw at me, and I jump backwards. He misses my throat by fractions of an inch. Good Lord, he is so much taller than me. He must be six foot four at least.

“Don’t presume to give me orders! And how the Hell did you get in my cabin?!” I can tell he’s fighting the urge to eviscerate me on the spot and I’ve no idea why I’m still alive. It is at this point I begin to wonder if I’m having a really strange dream… except I never know that I’m having a dream when I do. But I definitely felt the leather harness that holds the barbarous hook and base to his right arm when I touched him. Never dreamed anything like that before.

“I thought I was having a dream,” I say as he attacks again, only this time I manage to grab his right forearm and hang on to it. Odd, I think, my voice doesn’t sound quite right to my ears. It sounds younger than the 59 years I’ve walked the Earth.

“And why would you dream about me?” he growls, fighting to free himself from a grip I haven’t possessed in almost 30 years. “Having a nightmare, were we?” He reaches for my throat and begins to try and choke me with his left hand, inadvertently tugging the beard hairs on my neck.

“No sir,” I grunt. “I was actually hoping nothing would wake me from dreaming.” I’m trying to lean back and away from his hand while still maintaining my grip on his right arm.

“Rubbish!” he snorts derisively. “Why did Pan send you?! What are you here to do to me?!”

“Pan?!” I snap back, surprised at the vitriol in my voice. “That little bastard?! I’d kill him on sight if I ever saw him!” I snarl between gritted teeth.

“Balderdash!” He manages to snatch his right arm free but does not make another attempt to kill me – not yet at least. “No one hates Pan except me.”

“You’re wrong, sir.” I reply, adopting a more relaxed stance, my hands back up as more of a sign that I’m not armed and have no intentions of fighting. “I’ve hated that mosterous, evil little prick ever since my mother read me the story when I was five. You have no idea how many times I played at killing him and that damned crocodile.” He releases my throat, eyebrows raised.

He snorted again, convinced I’m lying. “No little children love me,” he paused, a fleeting look of heartbreak gracing his handsome features. “No one loves me.” Though he had quickly wiped his face on his left shirt sleeve, his face is flushed more from his weeping than from anger. He knows I can see it and it gnaws at his pride. “Get out, now!” He thundered. His right arm drops to about his rib cage as the all too familiar feeling of impending defeat washes over him.

“I don’t know how!” I reply, frustrated. “I don’t know how I even got here in the first place. And your door is locked from the inside!”

Hook looked over his shoulder suspiciously; indeed, the door was still bolted and as he looked around his state room, no windows were open either. Confusion enters his mind. “Who...?” he began. “How...?” He has finally noticed my left forearm and the tattoo on the inside of it. His eyes go wide with shock and disbelief. “Where did you get that?!” he stares at my arm. There, in full color, is a hook. No, not just any hook but his hook and base, permanently etched onto my skin.

“I had that done about 10 years ago,” I reply, feeling a little less frightened. I hold my arm out for him to have a better look. I feel his fingers close tightly around my left wrist as he jerks my forearm towards him. He looks at the claw at the end of his right arm, then at the tattoo several times.

“It’s… mine,” he finally stammers in complete disbelief. “Who did this? One of Pan’s….”

“No!” I interrupt. “I had it done in Charleston while I was vacationing at the beach. That little asshole has nothing to do with my tattoo!”

He slowly releases my wrist, still staring at the tattoo. “But why would you want this…” he gestures with his hook, “as a tattoo? It’s repulsive. It disgusts me.”

I begin, feeling a knot trying to form in my throat, my stomach suddenly feels like a bottomless pit. “Sir, I have loved you for fifty-four years. Captain Hook, I love you so much I have, at times, feared it was sinful to love another person that much. Sir, I have carried you in my heart all these years, and I wanted something to let the whole world know where my allegiance lies.” He likes it when I call him “sir”; I can see it in his ever so blue eyes, eyes I want to drown in.

He just stares at me, unblinking, his eyes evidently used to the darkness of his unlit cabin. I tell myself he’s probably wondering about my flannel lounge pants and V-neck t-shirt. I’m sure he’s never seen any attire like mine. He’s also still wondering whether or not to just gut me on the spot. I’m sure of it. Why should he trust this old man in his room, who somehow got in through a locked door.

“You’re lying,” he says finally, his words laced with scorn fueled by all his previous experiences. “I am loathsome. I have done unspeakable things. I am horrid to look at. I am so detestable, so vile, so hideous that I can barely stand to look at my own reflection so how can anyone look at me without revulsion?”

I feel myself smile gently, my posture relaxes further, and, lowering my hands slowly I take a small step towards my childhood…my lifelong hero. I am inundated by love and empathy.

“You’re none of those things in my eyes. I’ve never felt anything but love towards you, sir. Well, and sorrow for what that hateful beast Pan did to you.”

“I will not tolerate your pity!” He says acerbically.

“It’s not pity.” I insist. “Sorrow is different from pity. Sorrow and grief are born from love. Pity is reserved for the stray dog that’s been so mistreated it doesn’t trust humans enough to even let you get close to it so it can’t be helped or fed or anything.” I heave a sigh. “And I do love you, so very much.” I realize that I’ve inadvertently just compared him to a stray dog and pray he doesn’t pick up on it. “I – love - you!”

“You what?” he stammered, shocked. “But how?”

“I don’t know. I guess I was an enlightened child.” I grin for a moment but it’s a fleeting moment of satisfaction because Hook starts shaking his head.

“No,” he says flatly. “No, this cannot be. You must be lying to save yourself. NO ONE loves me. Do not try deceit with me… whoever you are. I am alone and unloved, and always will be.”

“I’m not lying, and you are not unloved!” I almost yell at him, a little angry for being called a liar. “I can’t help it if Pan has lied to you and…” I pause. Had Wendy and her brothers already visited Neverland? “And any of the stupid children Pan has brought here. It’s not my fault they’re all blind as bats and gullible to Pan’s lies. I loved you from the first time my Mom read the story to me.”

“Story?” Hook queried, puzzled. “What story?”

“Um,” I begin, thinking how to put it delicately. He’s been hurt enough as it is, no need to heap more humiliation upon his heart. “Well, one of the children Pan brings here, she decides to leave and go back to her parents…”

“The storyteller!” he exclaimed. “I remember her. The Wendy.”

“Well, after she grows up, she and her husband write a book about her trip and adventures here.”

“I thought she was different,” Hook says wistfully. “I thought… but no. No children…” he stopped short and looked back into the eyes of the strange man in his cabin. They were not critical of him. They did not hold him in contempt. There was no hate in them. If eyes were truly the window to one’s soul, then this man had laid his bare for Hook to see.

“Before tonight I have never met anyone who claimed to love me, or even cared for me. Maybe Smee but….” His expression fell back to one of utter dejection and grief and he staggered back to the chair to sit before his knees buckled.

This time I follow him, again laying a hand on his right shoulder as I squat to look him square in the eyes. “I love you. I have always loved you. I will always love you, so long as I draw breath into my lungs. And I’m not the only one. Peter has lied to you, because there are plenty of children who love Hook, and even more like me who never stopped or forgot you.”

He tried to look away but could not, even though he desperately wanted to. He could feel his eyes burning as they had earlier this evening before he started drinking. A single tear crept down his cheek, and he was consumed by shame and humiliation and closed his eyes. “Please go away,” he said hoarsely. Wasn’t it enough to be constantly harassed and humiliated by that flying demon child? Now he was confused and bewildered by the appearance of this strange man in his cabin and even more so by his words and tattoo.

Was he the one that was dreaming? Surely, he’d had enough to drink to be in an alcohol induced haze. Would he awaken in the morning to realize this was all a callous dream? He looked back up at the man. “What is your name?” he sighed glumly.

“It’s Edward, but Ed works too.”

“Edward?” Hook echoed. “Edward…” he said again, thoughtfully. The face that beheld him was still smiling, eyes twinkling with utter joy at being in his presence. “I know that name,” he says, “though I don’t remember… but Neverland makes one forget.”

“I have something I’d like to give you if I may, sir,” I ask, proudly raising my broken body to all of my five-foot, six inches height. “I’ve been keeping it safe for you for 54 years.”

“That’s an awfully long time, in some places. What is it?” Hook asked suspiciously, but curiously.

“If you don’t mind, sir...” I quickly straddle Hook’s legs and plop down onto his lap, simultaneously wrapping both arms tightly around the man. I lay my head on Hook’s left shoulder, waiting to be torn asunder by the claw but I will not pull away. I will not hurt this poor, shattered soul further. If I die, I die happy.

Hook raised his eyebrows and stiffened briefly, then slowly relaxed. He found himself the recipient of the first affection, the first real hug he could remember receiving since his own childhood with Aunt Emily, ever so long ago. His first instinct was to shove the man away; centuries of rejection were hard to surmount. The fellow began to speak softly but with so much conviction: “I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.” Over and over until Hook could hear nothing else in his mind but those sincere pledges.

Then he felt it; a warm, peaceful sensation emanating from Edward and seeping into his own body, into his very soul. His arms slowly found their way around Edward, careful to keep the point of his claw turned away from the man and returned the hug.

I try to swallow the knot in my throat away; I don’t want to bawl in front of him, but I can feel my eyes leaking tears anyway.

Hook gazed down upon the head and took note of the silver that far outnumbered the darker hairs. For a fleeting moment he thought he saw a small boy asleep on his lap, but after blinking several times in disbelief he plainly saw the older gentleman who had called him ‘sir’ out of respect. Who left no doubt in Hook’s mind that he was, indeed, loved, by at least one soul. It eased some of his pain. It made his existence in this living Hell a little more bearable.

Hook stayed in the intoxicating embrace even after Edward became hoarse and ran out of ‘I love yous’ or just succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep with his head on Hook’s breast. Without purposely meaning to, he let his chin rest atop Edward’s head, heaving his own purging sigh. His eyelids fluttered and Hook gave in to the emotionally draining exhaustion – and in all probability the effect of the large amount of rum he had consumed earlier, and fell into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.

He was alone again in his cabin when he awoke as grey dawn began to light up the sky, once again confused and perplexed. His guest was gone with no evidence he’d ever been there, and Hook’s cabin door was still bolted from the inside. As much as he hated to admit it, he missed his odd, bearded visitor. He slid the bolt open for when Mr. Smee would come with his tea and breakfast. He looked forward to it; for once he actually had a good appetite this morning and no hangover.

While he waited, he sat again in the chair with his arms folded across the back and pondered what had happened the previous night. He again felt very alone and lost, but he also felt the corners of his mouth flick upwards briefly as he heard a voice in his mind like a metronome: “I love you. I love you. I love you…”

He found wispy, silvery hair, not very long, on the sleeve of his shirt. No, it indeed had not been a dream. Strange by all accounts, but as real as he was himself. Hook would spend many hours pondering exactly how his visitor had reached Neverland and if he would ever return. But he was left with one comforting thought; that no matter what else Pan took from him the imp could not change the fact that at least one soul loved him unconditionally.

I awaken with a start to the rumble of thunder and rain pounding on the roof of my house. Lightning flashes again and my heart breaks: I am no longer with him. I want to go back! I sit up on the side of my bed and weep bitterly until I have to go the bathroom to blow my nose, clear my sinuses, and wash my face. The very idea of an almost 60-year-old man crying like a child over a stupid dream…

I turn the bathroom light on to get my washcloth and dampen it with cold water. I look at myself in the mirror, eyes bloodshot and swollen from weeping and choking on my own snot… and then I see it. A single strand of long black hair, curly, on the right shoulder of my white undershirt. No one in this house has hair that long. It must be his. It has to be his! It wasn’t a mere dream after all. I take the hair and carefully deposit it in an envelope, then tuck it away in my bedside stand. And though I already miss him dreadfully and wonder if I will ever cross into his world again, at least I have made sure that Captain Hook knows he is neither alone nor unloved.

#captain hook #peter pan 2003 #jason isaacs #captjameshookthoughts #not-wholly-unheroic #katherinenotgreat #fairynook #jasonisaacs

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gear-project · 8 months

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Do you know why Axl seems to have such a strong rapport with Sol, of all people, throughout Guilty Gear?

It's interesting that you ask this question in light of everything that has transpired.

Early on, Axl started out as a drifter, having wandered in to the 2100s from his time-travelling mishap, and really, there was no precise reason for him to get involved with anyone.

Axl first met Sol during the Sacred Order Tournament in 2180, and while they didn't exactly fight one another directly because of Sol's other objectives (i.e. destroying Justice), Sol did witness Axl's fighting capability and effectiveness in Flame Magic.

It wasn't until the Golden Disc incident that Axl really got caught up with trouble involving Sol... in that instance the Postwar Administration Bureau were posing as "fake police" and kidnapping anyone involved with Blacktech or had knowledge of it for their own personal gains.

Besides almost burning down a bar, they also almost picked a fight with Jam Kuradoberi and Sol even ended up fighting Ky over the disc.

Since that point, Axl had only just begun to get a handle on his powers, and accidentally Time Slipped back to 2172 and ran in to Sol during the Crusades, even cracking jokes about his outfit (which probably contributed to Sol's desire to desert the Sacred Order).

He also ran in to Kliff Undersn who gave him a massive lecture, AND he fought Justice by accident and just barely got away before she could try and kill him!

He had to use a "proxy" of himself to Time Slip back to a regular-ish era but still had to deal with a Time Loop that somehow triggered from his interactions with Sol.

Sometime after this, he managed to time slip sometime BEFORE the year 1998 back when Sol was still a child and was interested in visiting the Houston Space Center... it wasn't Axl's intention to get that deeply involved with Sol's past (and he apologized profusely later on)... but part of the reason is I-No's involvement with that past.

(Keep in mind this is old lore information back during the GGXX days, so it may not entirely be canon anymore...) Axl claimed he found an old photo of I-No wearing a "lab coat" and she was standing among other Scientists at one point!

Ky Kiske even claimed that I-No might have once been a former soldier or military project at one point... (of course that was Ky's limited speculation at the time... as he didn't have much evidence to her true origin, which was the Crusades itself...)

Now, whether or not I-No got involved with any of Asuka's Gear Projects remains to be seen, but... she has witnessed the Fall of Rome several times (as has Axl) in their offhand conversations. And she did serve under Asuka for a while...

Of course, I-No makes it a habit not to influence the timeline as much as she used to, so it's hard to trace what she's been involved with in the past.

Anyway, back to Axl's involvements with Sol... sometime after becoming close drinking friends with Slayer, Axl learned a bit more about Sol's situation from Slayer and decided to be as helpful a friend as he could given his growing powers.

And because of I-No's attempts to kill Sol using a Time Paradox, it wasn't something Axl could necessarily let I-No get away with.

Eventually Raven and Asuka punished I-No for messing with Sol, and she was frozen for a while... Axl still wanted to get in contact with Asuka to understand the "real history" behind the Crusades, but Sol had his misgivings about Axl doing that and even Anji Mito got in Axl's way for a time.

It wasn't until Bedman attacked Axl and I-No rescued him that things began to turn in his favor. Initially, Axl had no idea how to use his powers, so at first he consulted with Dr. Faust, later Slayer, and finally the Original Sage (or at least, a future phantom of the Sage).

After meeting with the Sage, Axl was given the task of "passing a message" on to Asuka R. Kreutz that was encoded by the Sage so that only Asuka could receive the message (even I-No wasn't allowed to hear the message).

This was, of course, before Axl learned about the existence of Happy Chaos, though he was semi-aware of Ariels because of Bedman.

Given the depths of his growing powers, Axl felt he was unsure of what to do... so he consulted Sol and Bedman on the subject.

Sol simply said "don't cause more trouble"... which Axl could immediately comprehend. But after speaking with I-No and Bedman, he felt that simply "doing nothing" wasn't what his girlfriend Megumi would want him to do.

After pulling Sol and Jack-O' out of their "pinch", Sol promised Axl that drinks were on him and they celebrated their victory over Ariels sometime after.

Sometime after that, Axl began to study his powers in earnest and realized that Megumi was the "other axis" of his own existence... or in other words: the other balance of the Scales (possibly connected with the Scales of Juno).

And while he had his suspicions that I-No was a "paradox" of his other half... Axl just couldn't convince her to stop her actions... as she became too far desperate to listen to him.

Despite her defeat however, I-No passed a message to Axl stating she would show him just how "unfair" her world was by passing Megumi's existence in to Axl's reality so they could finally meet.

While it hasn't been openly stated, Axl likely holds no grudge against Sol for beating I-No... as he ended up going under cover. And he's still friends with Sin, Ky, Dizzy, and Slayer of course, even Jack-O' (whom he affectionately calls 'Jacky' for short).

It hasn't been revealed what will happen with Axl and Megumi moving forward, but they are likely taking their time getting used to the modern era and probably won't use Axl's powers (if he has any left, that is...) unless it's a major emergency.

I wouldn't be surprised if Axl Low was on Ramlethal Valentine's "List of Consultants" in terms of Magic knowledge and the Backyard.

Given how powerful an incident involving Delilah was... it wouldn't be that difficult to expect Axl to help in any way possible in comprehending that level of power... and given he respected Bedman in their last encounter, meeting with his sister one day might just be in the cards as well...

Finally... with regard to the "theory" that Axl and Raven are paradoxes of one another... that's more true of I-No now than it was of Raven, but since Raven's just as immortal as Axl Low potentially is... (and Sol, given his Gear body), that's not to say that they won't be caught up in future incidents... but Raven himself once stated that Axl is a "light of hope" for Mankind's future... that is, if Axl himself can help it!

Given Raven's role as "history's observer"... you'd think he'd of course be keeping an eye on the likes of Axl, Megumi, Slayer, Sharon, Sol... and other immortals like himself... maybe even Nagoriyuki!

Of course, someone as powerful as Axl Low probably has his own intentions... but he likely won't cause Humankind too much trouble if he can help it... he promised Chief Sol he wouldn't after all!

#Axl Low #Sol Badguy #Character Analysis

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Wonderful Top 7's!!! Top 7 Dragon Ball FighterZ Ultimate Attacks (a.k.a. I try to describe a bunch of super cool anime fighting game moves using terminology that you may or may not understand even in this sentence alone because I think it is absolutely worth it!)

#7: Cooler's Atomic Supernova: I wanted to include at least one Ultimate that was cool more for mechanical reasons rather than aesthetic and Frieza's super shredded brother gives me just what I want. Not to say that the act of gut punching an opponent, slamming them to the ground and then dropping a sun on them isn’t rad. However, what makes Atomic Supernova unique is how it is activated i.e. it is used to reverse an opponent’s strike. You use it, they punch you, and they are punished for their folly...and it feels goooood when it lands. Not so much when they don’t take the bait.

#6: Android 17's Super Electric Strike: Compared to the other supers on this list, A17's is a basic big projectile. Nothing special especially as Dragon Ball is concerned but make said projectile a giant, swirling green lighting buzzsaw of death and it would tick off most of my boxes. The posing and motion before the strike is launched is just the icing on the cake. That and I have Android 17 bias.

#5: Yamcha's Ultimate Wolf Fang Fist: I am going to throw my chips to the lowest ranked of Dragonball's three eternal jobbers because he definitely deserves it. The initial rush is just Yamcha's normal Wolf Fang Fist given some varied camera angles but that last hit with the confident pose, the wolf howl, the dual palm strike, it's just...mmmm. Love it! It might be the best the desert bandit has ever looked (along with the rest of his appearance in this game.)

#4: Ultra Instinct Goku's Silver Dragon Flash: From one end of the power scale to the other. UI Goku's animations really sell how untouchable DB's main hero is in this form and that also applies to his most damaging combination. Blazing forward bathed in silver fire, moving so fast the only thing visible are lashing whips of light and then unleashing the biggest beam in the game point blank. I may prefer the Top 3 but this ultimate certainly makes a compelling case otherwise.

#3: Hit's I Keep Improving: What's faster than light? Skipping the travel time altogether. For his ultimate attack, this master hitman rushes forward before rapidly pelting his target with punches that erupt into purple pillars of plasma. He then lands the final blow before looking away as time returns to normal and his target feels every last painful strike at once. All that including the stained glass effect of Hit's powers and a spectacular shot where the camera rotates around the carnage as he attacks most certainly makes this super move a...hit. I'd see myself out but I have two more entries. Also, I live here.

#2: Kefla's Gigantic Burst: A little creativity can go a long way in a series where most big attacks consist of generic laser blasts. Case in point: Kefla. Her most powerful technique completely covers the field in red energy beams, turning those same red energy beams into giant red energy whips before forming them together into the coolest laser beam in the series: a double swirling cherry red, lime green plasma blast of pure unadulterated hype. Plus, its activation means it can punish any errant attack an enemy throws out. Yep, this one’s a winner! #1: Gogeta Blue's Meteor Explosion & Ultimate Kamehameha: On one hand, Gogeta Blue's Ultimate attack is ripped straight from Dragon Ball's most recent movie which might be seen as lazy or an obvious marketing ploy. On the other hand, the fact they were able to get the visuals so close to a high budget anime movie is extremely impressive. On a third hand, kicking your opponent into the air, unleashing a massive blue satellite laser from the heavens and capping it off with a move that more than deserves the name "Ultimate Kamehameha" is just plain awe-inspiring. By virtue of having one more hand than the average Level 3 super, Gogeta takes the gold.

#wonderful #dragon ball fighterz #dragon ball #fighting games #arc system works #ultimate attacks #top 7 #cooler #android 17 #yamcha #ultra instinct #goku #hit #kefla #gogeta #super sayian blue #anime #manga

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askroahmmythril · 7 months

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Made-Up Gym Leaders

So I was looking through some old files of mine and stumbled across these. I forgot I'd even come up with these, but I kind of like these ideas. One of those things, if I had more time and was better at imitating the Pokemon design style, I'd want to try drawing these characters to have a visual on them. But anyway, some Gym Leader ideas I had :

Flying - Audi (name basis, Audubon Society)

An elderly lady with grey hair in a bun, a decorative feather holding it in position. Horn-rimmed glasses, a kindly but spry look to her. White blouse with peacock teal shorts and hiking boots, a pair of binoculars hanging around her neck. Essentially a birdwatcher look.

Strictly uses bird type Pokemon, like, nothing that just happens to have Flying type, they're all definitely birds of various types.

A bit flighty (ha) and can get carried away talking about all the birds she's seen in her time, but not as "spaced out" as someone like Drasna, is pretty sharp and spry.

Gym Gimmick : Her gym is actually outdoors, set up as a nature hike trail. It's also a quiz gym, asking questions about bird Pokemon such as if you can identify certain footprints or other dex details. Trainers will still be eager to show off their bird Pokemon, but if you fail the quiz, you might get a harder fight as they think "Looks like you need to study more, but I can help with that!"

Rock - Cris (name basis, crystal)

Hippie type guy, unkempt hair and goatee with stubble. Very laid back look, wears various crystal necklaces, a brown leather vest with fringe around the bottom, a tie dye shirt with earth tones, worn jeans, and sandals.

His Pokemon tend to have a crystalline aspect to them, such as the Gigalith line, Carbink, etc.

Talks about the healing power of the earth, the voices of nature, very laid back in personality. Even in defeat is likely pretty lax about it and would say something like "Far out!" in admiration of your Pokemons' power. Likely would say something that might allude to being a relative of Mina from the Alola region, like a cousin or such.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Fairy - Mabel (name basis, sounds like fable / make believe kinda)

Kids' show host, probably in her early 20s. Light pink hair in a pixie bob style, cheerful expressions. Sort of fantasy princess look to her style of clothing, but notably has a cute dragon hand puppet that she provides a voice for. Her default "pose" for battle has her kicked back in an overstuffed cozy armchair, dragon puppet up eagerly, and a storybook open in her lap.

Narrates a "hero's journey" type story about the trainer as they traverse the gym.

Gym Gimmick : Her gym is actually the studio where she does her storytime show, her subordinate trainers being actors in different fantasy themed sets, like a witch in a forest, a knight in a castle, etc. If you pay attention to the story she tells, it may hint you on what your next opponent will use against you so you can prepare accordingly.

Dragon - Dyson (name basis, dice)

D&D style Dungeon Master. Dressed in a mostly modern style outfit, open jacket and jeans, but with a few accents here and there like a helmet, necklace with a D20, etc. He has fairly sharp eyes, focused looking, cocky grin. Perhaps kind of a faux fur collar on his jacket for style.

Has a flair for the dramatic, liking to build up battles in his gym as great fantasy setting encounters.

Gym Gimmick : Gym is set up like a Fire Emblem style tactical game. Battles have special gimmick rules, such as if an area is marked as a certain "terrain" type, different effects can happen in battle like weather or one of the terrain style effects. If you approach a trainer from behind, you start the battle with a free turn for "catching them off guard," but the same can apply if a trainer catches you this way.

Psychic - Tara (name basis, tarot)

A fortune teller wearing a black hooded cloak with golden runes along the trim. Her hood keeps a bit of her face in shadow, though she has sharp lavender eyes and a long violet hair braid that spills from her hood and down her side. Has a cozy looking velvet sort of outfit under the cloak, a burgundy top with black leggings and thick tan boots.

Has an aloof way of speaking, as though fate is decided and she's just there to play her part. She is however rather philosophical about her tarot readings, introducing herself by saying "My personal reading today… it spoke well of my fate here… Let us see…" Upon losing however, she amends this with "A reading, however, is not assurance. It is merely a guide and it is ours to find the way…"

Gym Gimmick : ?

Normal - Reggie (name basis, regular)

A store clerk. Clean cut light brown hair and a friendly face. White work shirt and khakis with a blue store apron. Tends to have a friendly smile, though it does become a bit more of a strained "customer service" smile for his losing animation.

Very service oriented, upon encounter he even asks if you were able to find everything you wanted today.

Gym Gimmick : His gym is in whatever city in the region happens to have the huge size department store, his gym actually being IN the store. Your bag is sealed while in the gym, and instead you're given a shopping cart. Certain areas in the gym have "Free Sample" kiosks where you can get items for use in the gym. Defeating trainers in the gym gets you coupons you can use at kiosks to obtain extra items.

……Kinda jokingly want to have a Beauty trainer in the gym that's very rude and demanding when you talk to her, and turns out her name's Karen, haha.

Bug - Nadia (name basis, needle)

A tattoo artist with a punk aesthetic. She has a yellow and black mohawk themed on Beedrill, and a green vest worn over a black half top. Has spider web sleeve tattoos.

Rough personality, confident style. Respects you as a kindred spirit upon defeat, can respect your power.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Steel - Victoria (name basis, Victorian style)

Wears a steampunk aesthetic outfit, complete with top hat and a tailed jacket. Overall a brown with bronze trim theme, gear and cog accents here and there. She has blonde hair with a silver streak, worn in a ponytail.

A refined yet excitable personality, eager to test your abilities, delighted even in defeat as it was an impressive showing.

Gym Gimmick : The gym is a tower, each floor requiring you to reassemble pipes to carry a flow of steam to power an elevator to the next floor.

Grass - Dr. Basil (name basis, holy basil, a medicinal herb)

A medical doctor, studies the medicinal properties of herbs. A bit of a gaunt, serious face, glasses. Stubble from his hard work life, though his hair is nicely kept. Wears a doctor's coat, tends to keep his hands folded behind his back and poses slightly hunched over.

Fairly serious and methodical. His comments during battle tend to be on the analytical side. Possibly a descendant of Tao Hua from Legends Arceus, similar thus in appearance.

Gym Gimmick : ?

Water - Porter (name basis, port)

Captain of a luxury cruise liner. Wears a crisp white captain's uniform with blue trim. Smarmy sort of grin, well trimmed mustache. Possibly tends to carry a fancy glass of (ahem) vacation juice.

Fairly posh attitude, proud of his vessel and the services his cruise provides. Overall fairly jolly, sees even his battles as providing entertainment for passengers on his ship.

Might make reference to the captain of the St. Anne and his struggle with seasickness.

Gym Gimmick : The gym is on his ship and may sort of feel like a combination of the St. Anne and the abandoned ship from the Hoenn games. As you traverse the ship, dipping into the different rooms to challenge trainers, you'll find keys to other cabins and areas. Upon finding the Captain's Key, you'll be able to enter Porter's room to challenge him.

Ground - Cheval (name basis, shovel)

Super into geocaching. His outfit is perhaps similar in style to BotW Link's climbing outfit, but more decidedly modern, patterned bandana, sleeveless top, cargo shorts. Has a shovel he usually poses with held across his shoulders. Shoulder length dirty blond hair worn in braids, tanned with freckles from being out in the sun so much.

Has an encouraging personality, though can be a bit antsy, always after hunting the next cache.

Gym Gimmick : Gym has a rocky and natural look. Each room has a hidden button you need to step on to open the way forward. Defeating trainers will give you hints toward the button's location, but alternatively if you're good with it, you can use the Itemfinder to track the buttons down.

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risk

sending

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(those are all for the ask game btw :3)

"Four Sight"

He tries, oh how he tries to do something to that effect as he forces himself to keep his vision trained on the gentle expression painting Twilight's face. But when he attempts to breathe in, all he does is choke. Gasping hopelessly for the smallest breath and finding nothing.

"Is it- I can’t..I messed up!" Fours voice comes clear again, dripping with fear as every inch of his body trembles. "Am I gonna die? What did I-…am I gonna kill us- I I fucked up-"

"First Meetings"

The sight he finds upon catching up makes his heart sink. Twilight had managed to only get far enough he wouldn't risk waking the others before his legs gave out. Partly propped up against a tree and shaking as everything he'd managed to eat makes a reappearance. Grasping and nearly clawing at his own stomach as he heaves.

"Big Brother Twilight"

Twilight tackles Warriors out of the way of the stony death waiting for him. Sending the two of them rolling over top each other. The rancher hanging onto him to make sure they're both completely out of harms way as the rolling finally stops. Only when it does stop, the farmer finds his blood running cold.

"Monster Fight Chats"

Fairyboy: …exactly how has Wars not met him?

CaptainMyCaptain: Wait, have you met him!?

Fairyboy: No but I don't live with two out of the three people who have.

CaptainMyCaptain: Touche..

RockRoast: to put it simple, it's like two ships passing in the night

RockRoast: or like a rancher and his goat and Wars is horrible with a lasso.

RockRoast: HAHA! THAT got him!

RockRoast: I just got a message from Colin that Twi fell off the couch trying not to laugh >:D

Fairyboy: that was horrible

"Aren't You Angry?"

"He's a danger!"

"Get out of our village!!"

"Enough!!"

A crack of deafening thunder splits through the sky. Stopping the riot before it can go further.

"You are speaking to a hero of the realm! And if you say one more word you'll be answering to me!"

The crowd parts to where Hyrule stands on the opposite end. Lighting crackling at his fingertips and the edges of his eyes.

"Twilight Come Down"

He flinched and covered his face when a handful of dirt and small rocks was chucked at him. The woman scrambling to her feet and bolting away. At least to the relief of his spirit it's the trail she's headed for, but that does nothing to ease the pain in his chest.

"Tender Betrayal"

Link had wanted to try and get the kids sent back first. They'd already dealt with so much more than they should have. But Mask, Wind and Tetra all stood their ground. The latter two pairing up and heading off with one of the other champions. While Mask stayed steadfast by his side. That determined expression, and unwavering resolve leaving no room for argument.

"Disguises and Balls"

"...I'm not very good at dazzling either."

Four gives a small little snort. "Says Mister show off who will do a little sword show for anyone who asks?"

"And who frequently strikes a pose after fighting big things." Legend pokes with a grin.

"I do not do that." He defends with a small frown.

Game was the only one I did not have a single instance of!!

In the lu wips >:D

But I had two options in a Witcher wip.

"Depth of a Witcher"

The next day Jaksier, in fact, was absolutely miserable. Hardly able to move at all and only waking to choke down water. Leaving the brown wolf very worried, but Zoltan convinced him downstairs to socialize rather than fuss. The dwarf instead running up to check on the bard between conversations and card games.

#hermit responds!#a lovely dragon <3 #hermit writes #fic snippets #hermit realizes they have a casual past time of beating the shit out of four for no reason #linked universe #witcher 3 #lu twilight #lu four #lu wild #lu warriors #lu time #lu hyrule #lu legend

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