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sprout-fics · 1 year

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i absolutely love your könig drabbles, i can’t help but keep rereading them over and over- hes just so mysterious 🤤

if you’re feeling in the mood to write for him some more- i’ve got a cute little trope. though i LOVE könig saving the reader every chance he gets, id like to get the chance to see her save his ass for once. maybe while he’s distracted with something/someone else, someone comes up from behind and the reader shoots their ass or sum. idrk how missions in cod work- never played it, but i wouldn’t want the person to be from either of their teams (don’t want to kill her own team + doesn’t make sense for his ally to hurt him)

If you don’t like that idea, any scenario of her saving him and he be like “SO U DO LIKE ME!!!” would make my year honestly

+ no pressure to write it ofc !

Wolverine

König x 'Maus' Reader

(Part 5 of "Little Mouse" Series)

Word Count: 1.5k Rating: Teen and up Tags: Enemies to lovers, Slow burn, Dark König, Reluctant allies, Lying to your team on behalf of your enemy boyfriend, Sniper! Reader, Female Reader Warnings: Mentions of human trafficking A/N: Just a small chapter/scene to tide everyone over before a longer next chapter!

You see the AQ fighter before he does.

Price has you on the backburner this mission- relegated to suppressive fire only as the rest of the team infiltrates the AQ warehouse where the cell is supposedly hiding human trafficking victims. It’s a clean house job. Get in, get out, lead the hostages to safety. Out of all the missions the 141 has done together, this is fairly tame.

So you perch from your spot atop a building 2 blocks away that overlooks the warehouse, exposed arms being baked by the Crimean sun, sweat beading along your neck. Here, high in the sky, you can see every move, every flutter, every step. Your finger taps along your weapon, and with every heartbeat you feel your blood thrum like a familiar staccato in your chest.

Yet the second you set up your sniper nest you had felt it, a prickle of awareness at the back of your senses. Like eyes watching you from the dark, it had bored along your back, creeping up your spine and setting goosebumps trilling across your flesh. Like a fox in a twilight grove, the wind ripples across your nape, and it carries the scent of something all too familiar, something forbidden, dangerous. You know the sensation well enough by now, know exactly what it means.

You aren’t alone.

You tell Price as much. You don’t have any evidence to go off of, but you trust your instincts. They’ve yet to fail you, and neither has he. You trust your captain wholeheartedly, his years of leadership and experience weighing down across his scarred shoulders and burdening him with the gravity that comes with duty.

So you listen when his voice echoes softly in the comms, concealed from the hostiles that lurk just beyond in the courtyard.

“Eyes open.” He tells you sternly, voice muted into his mic. “The second you see anything off you RV with us, clear?”

Clear.

You’re instructed to stay where you are, to not betray your position and be the perfectly little still mouse you are, not moving a single muscle. So you do, tracing the group as they make their way through the back gate of the warehouse single file, weapons ready.

Under his instruction you down the three fighters standing near the entryway, their bodies slumping limply to the ground but caught and dragged off before their comrades are any the wiser.

You watch as Price and the others rally behind a door leading inside, faces grim and eyes sparking with determination.

Then, movement.

About a hundred feet away where they can’t see. A flash of gray and green in the dying afternoon sun, his massive form carefully concealed behind a corner. Watching, observing, but not interfering.

It’s him.

König.

By the time you switch your comms back on though the group has breached the warehouse, and your radio is filled with barked orders and rapid gunfire that drowns out your voice when you attempt to speak.

“Price? Price, how copy?”

The captain doesn’t respond.

All the while König creeps closer, staying in the slanted shadows of the building. Form coiled, he seems for all the world like a wolverine, muscles rippling and claws outstretched. The metal of his bracers flicker like fangs in the sun, bared and dripping threats. The static of your radio feels for all the world like a grinding growl that echoes deep into your own chest, a warning that’s come far too late.

They don’t know he’s there.

Your voice shakes now as you try to contact the boys, but the radio crackles with echoing gunfire and the static aftershock of a frag grenade. You can hear the screams of the hostages now, rising and pitching high to the wind. Gaz barks rapidly in Arabic, and his voice overlaps your wavering tone that they don’t seem to hear.

So instead you level your scope at him, at this man who is your enemy despite the fact he’s saved your life more times than you care to remember. There, in the crosshairs, you see the details of him, of his hood streaked with bleach tears, the whites of his eyes behind the coal dark stain, the planes of his shoulders as he turns away from you. He’s armed, just with a knife that glints in the dying light.

You’ve seen it before, seen it drip red onto the cracked, dry earth as one of his comrades gurgled wetly at his feet, dead by his hand. He had tried to hurt you, but it had not been you that had killed him. Even now you can remember that hood, the fabric shifting as he had turned for you- reached out to where your hand hovered over your radio.

Don’t.

He hadn’t hurt you, and yet-

It would only take a single shot.

All this time you’ve been chasing each other. He’s tried to kill the others, nearly succeeded in killing Gaz. He’s pursued you, only to let you go. It’s a dangerous, imbalanced game of cat and mouse where he stalks your nighttime dreams, only to appear in daylight with stunning clarity. He’s taken you, has rescued you, has watched you from the shadows, has touched you, let his hand feel your racing heartbeat. He’s your enemy. He’s your fascination. He could kill you. He’s saved you.

He could be dead by your hand if you just…

You blink, and there’s movement behind him.

An AQ fighter who limps from a side door, escaping the chaos inside. Smoke trails after him, evidence of one of Soap’s thrown grenades. He turns as he coughs and splutters, clutching a wound on his thigh. Then he spots König, and in his hand you see the flash of a muzzle.

König stops, begins to turn.

The man takes aim with trembling hands.

You fire.

The round forces the air from your lungs, shot as you sucked in a gasp and hissing as it escapes. Like a crack of thunder it rings out against the sky, deafening the world and leaving an unsettled stillness in its wake. Almost instantly the head of the AQ fighter erupts in a grotesque spume of red, and his body tilts backwards, off balance, before he slumps at König’s feet.

He stills.

It takes König a moment to register what just happened. You can see his head tilt down to the fighter’s corpse, entire body drawn taut like a bow as he watches scarlet pool at his boots. Yet faster than you anticipated his eyes flash, turn to seek you like a homing missile, eyes wide and searching. They settle on you, perched one hundred meters away at the top of an empty building, stomach flat against the rooftop where rubble digs into your skin.

You look past your scope to where he stands, hands clenched at his sides, eyes bright, shoulder stiff and coiled. He doesn’t move from where he stands, doesn’t even flinch.

You could kill him.

He’s wide open.

Yet then König tilts his head at you, blinking slowly like a lazy cat in the sun. It’s as if he realizes exactly where he is, how a single pull of the trigger could end him where he stands. A sensible soldier would dive for cover, would raise his own weapon and fire back to buy time for an escape.

König does neither.

Instead he raises the hand not holding his blade to his face, lets his fingers graze his chin before lowering his open palm in front of him. It feels like a gesture, an entreaty, one offered to you with something akin to reverence. You recognize the hand signal instantly.

Thank you.

You blink, lips parting in wonder, and all at once the air in your chest feels too warm, too light, unfurling like a delicate, pale thing with soft downy wings.

“Rookie.” Price barks in your ear, and you flinch at his sudden voice. “How are we looking? ready for ex-fil?”

You pause, hand hovering over your comms. König sees the gesture from where he stands, all the way below. Even though he pauses for a moment, he eventually locks eyes with you, nods once-

And vanishes back into the shadows.

“Rookie, how copy?”

“Clear.” You tell your captain, even if you don’t believe your own voice, shaking as it is. “One straggler on the south side of the building, eliminated. Your route is clear.”

“Copy that.”

Yet then Price pauses, the comms crackling with wordless chatter beyond him as Gaz and the others sort the hostages, until at last his voice resumes.

“Did you see him?”

The warm air in your chest feels caught, stifled. Yet when you look all you see is shadows, and even the aftereffect seems to have evaporated, as if he was never there at all.

“No.” You reply softly, and the lie tastes sour on your lips.

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batfamtv · 1 year

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y’all ever get the nastiest thoughts in ur head like aged!upspider socorro (avatar) x navi!reader size difference? but he’s the smaller one? even if he’s already gigantic at 6 feet he’s still little compared to you because you’re na’vi??? holy shit amirite

when he’s finally between your legs, guiding his cock in your cunt, he slides in and groans, “you’re so tight,” he whispers, skin tingling in pleasure when he feels your hand on his back, big enough to run the entire span of it. when he lays his head, he only reaches up to your tits, so he pinches them, telling you how much he wants to be able to take off his exopack so that he could kiss every inch of your skin.

to give you maximum pleasure, he has to thrust all the way in, balls deep into your pussy so you can feel the entirety of his cock grazing your walls. your legs are almost as big as his entire torso, and seeing your face twist in pleasure, mumbling and begging that you’re so close to cumming, also has him pounding and grinding deep into your cunt. he may not have the body of a na’vi, not yet, and he couldn’t make tsaheylu with you, but knowing that even with the size difference he can still bring you to orgasm, twitching and squirting into his chest (and even splashing on his exopack” has him rutting and blowing his load deep into your cunt. “fuck, so good,” he breathes into your stomach, resting his masked forehead on it, “your pussy’s so good.” he feels your tail wrapped along his leg, and he look up at you, smiling softly. “i wish i could kiss you.”

#batfamtv #got possessed during the witching hour and thought about this #spider soccoro sully #spider socorro #avatar #atwow #avatar 2 #spider socorro x reader #spider socorro imagine #spider socorro smut #avatar imagine #atwow imagine #need everyone to start assuming im referring to aged up characters from now on lol #avatar smut #avatar 2 smut

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ja3honey · 3 months

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I know I'm on a hiatus, but i suddenly got an idea about a vampire x witch trope. But idk who would fit it? Like which member would be the perfect vampire to my witchy reader, hehe.

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rad-roche · 7 months

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i am wholly compelled by the artifice that goes into making youtube videos, and it's youtube videos specifically. tv and movies don't itch in quite that same way. i think it's fascinating. like, you know those solo camping videos? if i'm absolutely bedridden for whatever reason, i find myself watching a lot of those. they're sedate, you don't have to keep track of them in the way you would a tv show, the scenery is beautiful, you see amazing parts of the world. somebody lugs a tent up a mountain, and you think well, that seems hard, to lug that tent up that mountain. look at him crest that hill, walking towards us. but somebody had to put that camera there for this person to do that, we aren't seeing this psychically. there's either somebody else there, like a tv travel show, or this is genuinely is a solo camp and this guy has trekked to the peak, put the camera down, walked a reasonable distance back, walked to the top again and then reacted to the beautiful view. when they do that, i'm always obsessed with the few minutes i didn't see, setting up that camera. did they look at the view and appreciate it beyond the confines of a packaged video, for themselves? did they avoid looking for a more genuine reaction? are they overwhelmed twice? it's not like a beautiful view wears off, right? if i parked myself in a beautiful location and said heyguyswelcometothisvideooooo would i enjoy it more, for having shared it, or less for the obligation? how does editing that footage change how you think about what you do? does somebody else doing it make that better? my god, don't even get me started on what goes into making those silent cooking vids!

#text post #reading this back it can seem a little thomis edison was a witch but i just think it's so interesting #i mean this all positively. the format has all the artifice of tv and movies but the 'authenticity' of some guy with a camera #i imagine nine uncut hours of a guy wandering around in the snow going eh... nah... b roll... hm... maybe this...#isn't quite compelling

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mystverse · 1 year

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LAST DANCE | N.JM

Pairing : na jaemin × afab reader

Genre : romance (fluff + angst), dark royalty au, witch!reader, etc.

Warning : slight angst

Song : faded in my last song by nct u

❝Are you really going to do it?❞ Jaemin cages you to the wall near his father's painting. The hallway is eerily empty, devoid of the maids and guards. Jaemin must have told them to leave. Another set of rumors.

A single strand of his dark hair falls perfectly in front of his eyes, making him ridiculously hot. The pristine blue suit compliments his physique, striking with the handsome face. Girls are gonna be fawning over him tonight. You can see that happening evidently, but you couldn't mull over it when his sturdy arm encompasses your lithe waist, a little too tight and possessive.

Your lavender silk robe does as much as it can, but it's nearly impossible for a soft fabric to stay in its place, if someone is constantly tugging it away and Jaemin is doing the someone's job extremely well. His palms are sliding down the sleeves, and the fabric gracefully slips down under his touch, ❝I don't have another choice, Jaemin❞ your voice is barely a whisper, fingers clutching on the slipping sleeves of your apparel. You're trying to be serious and not lose yourself in Jaemin's arms, but he's making it difficult.

❝You do, Y/N❞ His pink lips are brushing over your red ones, a dainty contact with the hesitation of whether you'll push him away or not. His hot breath is mingling with yours as he speaks, ❝Why can't you trust me?❞ his lean fingers graze over the smooth skin of your cheek, and unconsciously, you lean into his touch.

❝A witch doesn't trust, Jaemin. Out of all, you should know it❞ you take a sharp breath before you answer, but you do trust him, to the level you'll submit yourself to him willingly without any resistance.

❝You really are gonna make me heartless, aren't you?❞ his cold chuckles echo on the empty hallway, but you know, he's hurt. He'd given you his heart a long time ago. He gave it to you the moment, he saw you playing with your younger sisters and the other children of your country, mindlessly roaming around the meadows with your fingers constantly adjusting the sash of your peach pink gown.

❝You already are, Prince Na. I have yours. It's mine. I'll take it with me and never return it❞ you place your hand on his chest, his heart. You place a gentle kiss over his chest, an apology for taking it away from him. You press your lips to his gently, a thank you for letting you take it away with you.

The chimes of the bells reverberate in the hallway. And you hastily remove your pendant, a pentagram wound in ivy. You mutter a spell under your breath before clipping it around his neck, ❝Wear it to the ball❞ and you hastily move away from his hold, running into the chamber he reserved it for you. The golden sash floating gracefully behind you as you scurry into your room, not before turning to look at him once.

The ball starts off peacefully. The nobles feast with the King and the Princes of Axton. The Princesses and Lady Royals are yet to descend from their carriages and lead to the ballroom.

Your crimson red ball gown sparkles vibrantly with the touch of your magic, you don't even try to hide your magic anymore. The sophisticated silvery curlicues shine prettily under the golden chandeliers, leaving almost everyone in awe and jealousy. You can only snicker internally. Many would have thought of sweeping the princes off their feet with their clothes and beauty. Bold of them to think they can seduce Jaemin with apparels when her gown is hand-picked by Jaemin himself.

❝We invite the charming crown princess and the most powerful witch of Orett, Min Y/N!❞ the announcer introduces you to the crowd. You almost want to snort at the introduction. Everyone here knows you. Jaemin is waiting for you at the end of the stairs as you descend.

You almost want to roll your eyes at him. He can't be anymore obvious. It's a tradition for the Na dynasty to wear blue for balls held in search of eligible brides for the princes and he's wearing a crimson red suit the exact same color as her, extraordinarily bewitching everyone.

His smile, for the love of God, is blinding as he extends his arm for you to take. It doesn't surprise anyone because you are the chosen one whether he likes you or not, as a matter of fact, he loves you and you, him but they don't have to know that. It's a marriage of power for them, a benefit, an advantage that'll protect their kingdom and destroy yours.

His smile never fades when you are around, and he pulls you close the second your fingers intertwine with his. The piano's soft melodic tune starts when his arm encloses your waist, ❝Is everyone here?❞ you ask, and he nods with his picture perfect smile, as he twirls you around the ball room, then pull you close to let his lips meet yours and you didn't want to push him away this time. His palm never leaves your waist and his lips, yours every now and then. It's too possessive and a borderline threat to the other princes and eligible bachelors of the kingdom. He's claiming you, and saying you like it, would be an understatement, ❝You won't be here after the song is over, right❞ you nod, ❝maybe a few minutes❞ your words come out as whispers.

The melody fades into nothing, the last key of piano barely audible. He goes down on his knee, and his butler brings a beautiful ruby ring, ❝I, the youngest prince of Axton, request you to accept my proposal of marriage❞ ah. The formal line you hate. If it wasn't for the ball room, Jaemin would have made it exceptionally romantic, and you would be a fool to hate it.

❝I, the crown princess of Orett, deny the proposal of marriage by the crown prince of Axton❞ you step back, rejecting him felt like piercing your heart with a blunt knife, torturous and painful but you had to. He rises to his feet, emotionless and cold.

❝My decision is to remind everyone that the princesses of Orett will never marry for power or for anything other than love❞ you bow with a smile. Jaemin still has that smile, empty and pained. Of course, he knew that you were going to reject him in front of everyone. It doesn't come off as a shock to him, but it still hurts him, knowing that you would never take him as your husband for the sake of power, even if you love each other.

The entire ballroom is still and static. You take a step towards him, taking his arm and placing it over the pendant you gave. He looks confused when you smile so sweetly.

The lights of the entire palace go out one by one. The crowd that had been unmoving erupts back to life with loud, incoherent words muttered. Silver dust floats around the room from her fingers, engulfing the people, and she snaps. Each speck of silver bursts into beautiful stars, creating a glamorous explosion, falling on everyone, and the mutters lower down to silence. One would say it's because of awe, but truly it's because of your power, erasing the memories of you, about your presence in the ball, about your power from everyone's brain, everyone except Jaemin. You want him to remember you and everything about you.

And you vanish, retracting the silver stars and circling them around you, to create an even more beautiful explosion of fireworks and take everyone out of their trance.

Jaemin stands frozen, the shield around him fading away slowly, and his fingers curl around the pendant tightly. He excuses himself, not in the mind to stay in the ball anymore.

The garden of his cold, freezing almost but couldn't bring himself to care. He's shed his coat in his chamber, now in his silk white shirt with few buttons undone and black pants and fingers still around the pendant. Tears are still fresh in his eyes, hand gripping the railing, ❝Why, Y/N? I would have done anything to protect you and your kingdom❞

❝Even if it's fighting against my own blood❞ he wipes off the unshed tears. Looking into the ceiling, he blinks back the tears. It's hurt even more when he cries.

❝Why won't you trust me?❞ the silver stars dance around his pendant, filling the up the garden, and spread to the entrance, conjuring up a figure. He doesn't notice it, too engrossed in his monologue. You stand at the entrance, still your gown and glowing in the silver streaks of moonlight, ❝Jaemin❞ it's a whisper, barely, but his head snaps to the entrance in a second.

You run, the silvers in your dress sparkling and hair flowing in the air as she lunge into his open arms, ❝Jaeminㅡ❞ your lips are softly attacked by his, the longing and love so apparent that you can feel it. You pull away, pressing a finger to his lips, ❝I promise you eternity, Jaemin❞ you smile with tears in your eyes.

❝Since I have your heart, you shall have mine for eternity❞

: MYST

#nct dream #nct u #nct #nct hard thoughts #spotify #jaemin #jaemin hard hours #na jaemin #jaemin soft hours #jaemin smut #jaemin hard thoughts #jaemin scenarios #jaemin blurbs #nct jaemin #jaemin na #jaemin nct #jaemin imagines #witches #witch aesthetic

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devzik · 1 year

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It's 3 am and I can't stop thinking about how real this is lmao

#yes i make these memes at an ungodly hour #i have my best ideas during the witching hour #hogwarts legacy #sebastian sallow #slytherin house #devzik keehl #hphl mc #hphl #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy meme #incorrect quote

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depoteka · 3 months

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do you ever miss something from your childhood that you got rid of as a teenager because "ew cringe"? bitch i want my w.i.t.c.h. books and barbie/baby born catalogue back 😭😭

#i also had tons of witch magazines...#the doll catalogue i looked through for hours imagining that i had all the dolls #maybe not baby born tho i was too old for that #but damn. i miss it all

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gnossienne · 2 years

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The Monk and the Hangman's Daughter, by Adolphe Danziger de Castro & Ambrose Bierce (1911)

#the witching hour #quotations #bierce #literature #the gothic imagination

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narcissusbrokenmirror · 7 months

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if Julie and the Phantoms ever got renewed for those seasons like kenny planned, i would've liked to see that show get so unserious. Like we already got singing ghosts and magician ghosts and soul trading. just go bold yk? Make Julie a witch, what's the matter. Make Nick a psychic who can see ghosts. Bring a time travel arc where they mess up and alternate the future. Magic girl transformation. A rival band that also has some supernatural member like a vampire or smth. Make Carrie and Julir sing a duet while trying to upstage the othet but it just gets incredibly gay. Body swap episode. Love spell episode. An episode where they get trapped inside animals. Episode where julie becomes temporarily a ghost.

and the best part is that they'd write songs abt it and only the people involved would get to know the story behind. And would eventually bring bonding experiences to different pairs and development of usual pair ups. And be hella fun too.

#julie and the phantoms #alex mercer #luke patterson #julie molina #reggie peters #no but imagine if julie actually became a witch. how fun itd be that they foreshadowed that on the first ep.#halloween episodes!! beach episodes!!#reggie finds out they can time travel and immediately wants to go back to cowboy times. julie doesnt let them #a body swap episode but alex swaps bodies with julie and goes “oh wow. there are way too much thoughts abt luke here” and #julie who has alex's body goes “not as many thoughts abt willie here. do u ever think of smth else” as a response #luke in reggies body would be like “damn why am i thinking abt pizza for like two hours straight”#just for reggie to go “what about all these songs in your head?? is this place ever silent??!”#i dont take anything seriously im (not) sorry!!

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stonerzelda · 8 months

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images that made me batshit in like 2007

#i wanted to marry the witch princess SOOOOOOO BADDDDDDDD #i wanted to have a baby daughter with her i always imagined her name would've been Sylvie </3333 #sorrym drunkposting hours

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lavendertea489 · 10 months

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The great witch Shelby!

#shubble #empires s2 #the great witch shelby #empires s2 fanart #i did this in 3 hours #i miss empires already #still not even over season one #imagine having a consistent art style #i dont #*cry*#but brainrot struck and now we have this #also i cant draw hands

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emmiri-bumble · 8 months

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Haha anyone else ever have to get up to pee in the middle of the night and when you get out you compulsively imagine the most upsetting paranormal thing possible to be just past the door in the dark looking at you?

Hahahaha- wait, no one does that?

#guess whose up and royally scared herself silly #its worse in the witching hour like it is tonight ooooOOOOooOOooo~#let me write horror characters. ive vividly imagined so many spooki bois this way.

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nyphren · 1 year

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i finished lightfall like two weeks ago and tbh i was expecting it to be waaaaay worse. bc its not bad.

like, speaking as a player who got into the game less than a month ago, who knows more or less what happened in d1 and in the vaulted content, it was... fine

know whats kinda bad?

shadowkeep.

shadowkeep is... rough. im dragging my brother through it rn and its a Time. the campaign quests are okay, i guess, but the whole ~forge an armor piece by piece~ is boring and the "do this bounty", "do events two dozen times", "kill things" between campaign missions are SO painful. especially because i have almost NO context re: who these nightmares are. i never met crota. i never met taniks. i only know who these people are bc i watched a 4 hour summary of destiny's story. none of this mattered or made much sense to me.

i love the atmosphere on the moon, tho. and eris is great.

but i distinctly remember finishing shadowkeep and going "thats it?" and "are all the campaigns going to be like this????" and feeling dread because ffxiv is my main game and i had a very different idea of what a campaign should be bc i had already bought beyond light. which im really glad i did bc i went on to play it out of spite and it was much better. witch queen was fantastic. and lightfall was good.

so for me, it's witch queen -> ligthfall -> beyond light -> shadowkeep.

lightfall does have "this couldve been an email" vibes and the final boss fight is a huge letdown if compared to witch queen's but i dont think the story/campaign is a bad as ppl make it out to be tbh

#also i love nimbus #i also loved fynch #and besides ghost these are the two characters i grew to like in game #savathun and crow (two characters i love too) grew on me bc of the lore and youtube videos i watched #since i have no access to content with them bc of the vaulted stuff #anyway id be more worried about shadowkeep letting down players who start playing destiny 2 and want to do everything in order #bc lightfall is actually fine #ok since im here im going to rant a bit about the vaulted stuff #i know you guys have heard (and said) that before but its so stupid #theres a scene in witch queen where savathun tries to tempt our ghost and hes like “nah!! i remember what you did to all my friends”#and proceeds to list said friends #and im like #i have met none of these people #NONE #imagine if i didnt have chronic boredom and hadnt watched this 4 hour video about the lore of a video game i was never planning to play #i would have no idea of who these people were #and like. it fell flat. bc i still dont know these ppl. but it wouldve been SO much worse #anyway lightfall is okay the soundtrack is great neomuna is super pretty #also nimbus #destiny 2 #ren.txt #last thing its bonkers to me that my first introduction to crow was the season of defiance cutscene where amanda kills him #i met this character who has such a rich story by a 'im so beefy' flirty line to a character i did not know at all (amanda)#like wtf are you doing bungie

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