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hannibals-favourite-meal · 9 months

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Hello. Can you write Dark!Thranduil and a plus size female reader ? Please.

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Dark!Thranduil x human!plus size reader

She was unique, she was beautiful, she was soft and by the gods, she would be his

Warnings: DARK FIC, kidnapping, forced marriage, obsession, mentions of death, magic, manipulation, no use of y/n, drugging

WC: 1.1k

A/N: Title means kept woman

Minors DNI

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It was certainly curious, a woman among the group of dwarves his guards had brought him- and a human woman at that. She stood out from the group like a sore thumb, yet she fit in with them all the same. They crowded around her legs as if to shield her from his gaze, to protect her from whatever he had in store for the trespassers.

“How fascinating, a woman in your midst. Tell me, king under the mountain, is she your bed warmer or just a lost creature you took pity on?” He sat forward on his throne of knotted wood, his crystal blue eyes focused on her, taking in every inch of her face. She showed no fear, nor any offence to his crudeness. The king smirked, she would do well.

The dwarves around her exploded, each attempting to insult him in not only the common tongue but in their native language as well. He paid them no mind, letting his gaze drift down to her body. She was at least modest, a large white shirt and dark trousers hid her away, disguising her curves quite well but he could still see the bulge of her hips and the softness of her stomach.

She was unlike any woman he had encountered before. Her eyes held the fire of a warrior, her hands were as stable as a healer’s, and the protective stance of a mother. “Take them away, but leave the girl. I believe she will tell us what we wish to know.” He spoke over their shoats, ignoring the way that they all reached for her as if their pathetic efforts could somehow save her.

Her fingers curled into her palm but otherwise gave him no reaction to suddenly being isolated. Gracefully, he stood to his full height, easily towering over the woman, casting a dark shadow over her as he approached. “Why do you travel with such… filth?” He crooned.

“I was hired to do so.” She answered simply, her voice strong. It carried through the throne room like a lone instrument in a concert hall and settled into his bones, marking them with the melodic tones of her words. A fire began to grow in his loins.

He took a step closer, she did not flinch. “I could offer you a place here, in my court. Certainly your skills and your beauty would be of more value here than on some fruitless journey that will only end in death.” As he drew closer, more of her perfect imperfections became clearer- her moles and birthmarks, scars and blemishes, but to him, they were simply an extra detail in the statuesque flawlessness of her figure.

“If it ends in death, then that will be how I die.” She retorted, lifting her head to meet his gaze once more as he was now only arm’s distance away. “I am human, death is not unknown to us.”

The side of Thranduil’s face burned with rage, reminding him of what he had lost to death all those many years ago. But that defiance, that drive so similar to that of his late wife, soothed the burn. “There are ways to cheat death, even for a human. But for now, it is my wish that you remain here until I decide how your quest shall continue.” With a flick of his slender wrist, he summoned two more guards.

They stood either side of her and began to lead her away. “You cannot stop fate, your highness.” She called, making him pause. The doors slammed closed behind her, leaving the great elven king to his thoughts.

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“I’m glad you joined me for dinner tonight.” He remarks while knowing that she had no choice. The Battle of The Five Armies had concluded months ago, Erebore was free and peace had finally settled over the land, yet Thranduil was still in the midst of his own war.

She refused his love. Isolating herself in the rooms he had so graciously given her, throwing away the luxurious food prepared fresh each day, even attempting to enact various escape attempts, but that had slowed significantly when she was moved to his own chambers and could be restrained each night in his arms.

Her silence irked him but he allowed it. “I wish that you would gain back some weight before the wedding.” She glared in response, merely sipping at her wine with her one free hand, the other bound to the ornate seat she was forced into.

He sighed through his nose, hiding a smirk behind his own goblet. Her eyes fluttered shut as she drank the expensive liquor, savouring the sweet taste, unknowing that it was not the wine itself that gave the dark liquid its flavour.

“Meletril.” (lover) He tuts, rising from his own chair to round the table. “Your hair is a mess. Let me fix it for you.” She was stiff as his slender fingers began to pick at her hair, delicately moving large strands into several braids. He worked quickly, the patterns and movements now an unconscious practice even if he had not practised in almost 1000 years.

“There, now I can properly see your pretty face.” His right hand cupped her full cheek, guiding her face upwards to him. Her eyes were now glassy, the potion he had snuck into her drink beginning to affect her, but her fire was still there, just existing as an ember now.

“This will not last, I will perish sooner or later and you will be left alone again.” She hissed, the bite in her tone significantly dulled. Yet Thranduil smiled and brushed her soft skin with his thumb before retreating back to his seat.

“Thorin sends his well-wishes, he is very excited about the wedding. And your little friend, what was his name, oh right! Bilbo, he will be journeying from the Shire with his nephew to attend.” Her nostrils flared with rage.

“Just kill me already! I am of no use to you other than a pet!” She cried, though her voice was beginning to slur as the magic took hold of her.

The elven king slammed his hand on the table, immediately silencing her. “Enough! I have had enough of your silly rebellions and cruel words. You will be my wife simply because I love you. So no more silly speak of you being a pet, you are my equal, my queen but you obviously need to be reminded of your place. You are to never leave my side, death will not take you, I have made sure of that. Now eat.” Her eyes were now wide with panic, the truth finally settling in.

“What have you done?” Her skin began to glow as the transformation began. The king watched as all the indicators of her age were wiped away, the smile lines, the bags beneath her eyes, even scarring from the blemishes of puberty. She was ethereal, eternal now, just like him.

“I have changed your fate.”

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sleepstxtic · 1 month

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Fluff Fest: Dead Pigeon Edition - Masterlist

@maesterchill and I bring to you the masterlist of works from the Fluff Fest: Dead Pigeon Edition! All 22 works are 2k or under (with the exception of our multi-chaptered fics). You can find them below! Thank you so much for following along <3

Hungry Face by @themiddleofwonderland | Explicit Draco's been at the cottage for a week.

Asphalt and Asphodel by @jtimu | Mature Harry and Draco take a road trip.

Spellbound by @wolfpants | Explicit Draco Malfoy's crime ring have captured the one asset they know will get Harry Potter's attention: his son, Albus. With their location in France no longer untraceable, Draco must move Albus to the next safehouse. They're alone, in a shitty Muggle car in the middle of the European countryside, and the tension is about to hit its crest.

Camp Crystal Wood by @leahrocky | Explicit Harry is hired to be a camp counselor at the newly reopened Camp Crystal Wood alongside his very best friends. When he finds out Draco Malfoy will be there as well, he knows he's in for a boatload of trouble.

Carnivorous Plants and What to Feed Them by DrPansyParkinson | Mature Neville Longbottom's too busy at work to find a girl to date, but when the perfect witch walks through his grandmother's flower shop doors, he'll stop at nothing to dance with her.

bad omen, right? by @maesterchill | Explicit George Weasley is a busy man.Busy managing a very successful joke shop, and a moderately successful social life, and a less-than-successful sobriety issue. Certainly far too busy to spare a single thought for something as everyday as his talking mirror. So, it's only when his girlfriend Angelina is helping him decide what to wear for his fortieth birthday party that evening that he finally sees it. A glimpse of his long-dead brother, silent and unspeaking. Which, as all wizards know, can't be a good omen.

Soft Love by @just-a-whorecrux | Explicit Albus has the best birthday ever. 😌🧸

Waters of the Womb by @annanother-thing | Explicit Two decades is too long, and Ginny is finally free from the girl in the mirror.

Garden Scene by CreepingMyrtle | Mature Narcissa welcomes Lucius home from Azkaban. It’s a warm night, not yet dark, and, as he speaks, her heart collapses inward on itself until it is as hard and dense as a hagstone, calcified around its gaping hole. She thinks she will perhaps never cry again. “Yes, darling,” she says, and “Here, there’s something I’ve been wanting to show you.” She summons his favorite robe. She leads him to the garden.

A Drowned Man by @apricitydays-lazynights | Mature Is there anything in this world more restorative than a bubble bath?

Mushroom Hunting by @apricitydays-lazynights | Mature Ollivanders wands are crafted with only the finest materials, proudly sourced locally using sustainable practices.

A Soft, Low Strain by @dodgerkedavra | Explicit Harry can’t help that it feels so good.

poison every little thing by veradubhghoill | Explicit “Yuck,” Draco says in a tone of such vehemence that Harry feels a sudden, violent pang of longing for the Draco Malfoy he’d known in Hogwarts.

Aged unto perfection by @maesterchill | Mature Draco and Harry enjoy a tipple together on their honeymoon.

Hold me like water by @uncannycerulean | Mature After the war, Draco starts frequenting bookshops all over London, not knowing what he is looking for. Until he finds Harry, who is looking for something, too.

This Messiah Needs Watching by @themiddleofwonderland | Explicit The baby comes the day after Draco's birthday.

The Dancing Hours by @dodgerkedavra | Explicit Harry begged. Draco couldn't say no.

His Ghost by @sleepstxtic | Mature “I saw his ghost," Hermione says.

Bridal Rose by @dodgerkedavra | Explicit Harry would do anything.

Gutless by @sillywives | Explicit Malfoy is sick. Harry is getting better.

I would love you if you had a worm by @elskanellis | Explicit Living in the Room of Requirement during Snape's tenure, Ginny has had to do a lot of things to help her community survive. Saving Seamus Finnegan might be the most difficult thing yet.

Now I Wake Up In The Night and Watch You Breathe by @hoko-onchi-writes | Explicit Harry has been pining for years. It's time he finally makes his dreams come true.

#fluff fest: dead pigeon edition #masterlist #drarry #harry potter #draco malfoy #lucius malfoy #narcissa malfoy #lucissa #panville #pansy parkinson #neville longbottom

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sweaterkittensahoy · 2 months

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I found your post about inbox empty and no camp requests literally five minutes after opening the tumblr post episode 8. Were you summoned? Was I? Who cares.

I haven’t had the time to properly comment on your 2buck sexy prompt fill but please do know I will BECAUSE IT HAS BEEN LIVING RENT FREE IN MY HEAD. So fucking well written (pace, words, characterizations, aaaaah). I ramble, sorry.

Back to the point at hand, PROMPT(s) for my two favorite idiots (Buck/Bucky):

- post war bliss, let’s heal the boys a bit and give them their happiness

- set whenever, possessive Gale (boy is 100% unhinged, called it day 1 when Greenland tower control told him to circle back and he just floored it like a goddamn pro)

- magpie behavior John, he just collects stuff for Gale and brings it to him, it’s a character trait (bikes, shit needed to make a crystal radio, boy just does)

- observer Gale, he just loves the physicality John moves in when he’s in Major mode and when he gets the rare chance to look without being seen or having to worry what is seen on his face he just looks and lets himself feel it

- talismans, I love the idea of both of them having something that means ‘I am of my beloved and my beloved is of mine’

- literally whatever other sexy scenario you can concoct, your whiskey one has rewired a couple of circuits in my brain

- soulmarks, on the basis that I’m a sucker for them

Bonus for good ole Benny De Marco as Gale’s keeper when John isn’t around while at the same time John’s handler when Gale’s not there (ngl this is because of the way Buck yells De Marco’s name in the pilot, my boys are MATES™️).

I am afraid I single-handedly murdered your inbox, please forgive me.

Thank you in advance and cheers ✨❤️

(These are all amazing, and I would like to encourage anyone who is reading this and gets an idea from one of these to write you one of the ones I don't [or write the one I did but as your own thing!])

In the barracks, each bed comes with a side table. It has a drawer and a lamp. Most of the boys keep a photo of a loved one on the top, a skin mag in the drawer, and whatever they carry in their pockets each day next to the photo.

Buck's is different because he keeps whatever he carries in his pockets in the drawer, and on the table itself is a collection of random objects that look like he's collecting odds and ends with no real sense. Amongst the clutter are the following things:

A skeleton key with a filigree 'G' carved into the head.

A rock that shines when the sunlight hits it during the day.

A broken bracelet made of blue stones.

A tiny piece of foil shaped into an oak leaf cluster.

The first time a replacement asks about it--because Major Cleven doesn't seem the type to collect odds and ends--Demarco barks a laugh and buys the replacement a drink.

"It's not Cleven's collection. Well, it is. But it's not."

The replacement stares at Demarco. "Uh-huh. Clear as mud."

Demarco sighs. "They're all his, but he didn't pick them, okay?"

"That's no clearer."

Demarco shrugs. "You'll figure it out."

A week later, the replacement is reading in his bunk when Major Egan walks in, giggly and flushed from drinking. He drops hard onto Major Cleven's bed. Major Cleven is--or was--sleeping, but he wakes up and huffs a laugh and says as calm and even as he seems to do everything. "What are you up to?"

Major Egan holds out a hand. "Look what I found!"

Major Cleven squints at Major Egan's hand. "It's a penny."

"No, look closer," Major Egan says. He picks up the penny with his other hand and holds it very close to Major Cleven's eyes. "Look."

Major Cleven grabs Major Egan's wrist and pulls it back a few inches. He squints at the penny, then reaches over and flicks on his lamp. He squints at the penny again. "It's still a penny, John."

"No, it's your birth year," Major Egan says. "See?" He points. "And I found it heads up! It's double good luck for you."

The replacement suddenly realizes neither of them have clocked that he's there. He coughs politely, and suddenly, both Majors are looking at him.

"Is this your first time experiencing Major Egan in his magpie form?" Major Cleven asks.

"Uh," the replacement says.

"He acts like it's silly, but he keeps all of them," Major Egan says, gesturing to Major Cleven.

The replacement expects Major Cleven to scoff or shove Major Egan off his bed. Instead, he smiles and holds out his hand.

"I don't act like it's silly," Major Cleven says and looks at his table for a long moment before setting down very precisely. "I just can't follow your booze-soaked reasoning when you wake me up in the middle of the night."

Major Egan flops sideways so he's taking over half of Major Cleven's bed. "It's only ten, you old man."

Major Cleven stares at Major Egan. "We have an audience, John."

"Eh," Major Egan says and rolls over, stealing Major Cleven's pillow.

"Hey, give that back!" Major Cleven says, yanking the pillow, but Major Egan isn't giving it up.

The replacement doesn't know what to do, so he goes back to his book. The next night at the officer's club, he buys Demarco a drink.

"What was it this time?" Demarco asks.

"A penny from his birth year that he found face up."

Demarco bursts into laughter. "Oh, that's a whole new level of lovesick."

"Are they together?"

"Joined at the hip and a few other parts," Demarco says, then downs his drink. He slaps the replacement on the back. "Come on. I'll let you tell Brady what the latest one is. He'll love it."

#masters of the air #outsider pov #not sure how that happened #buck/buck #goose #bucksquared #fic prompt #magpie egan

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tanoraqui · 2 months

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queenship under siege and there's a WHAT in this mountain?! (LotR)

[re: badly described WIPs fics I almost certainly will never actually write - in the lead with 17.5% of the vote as of midnight 3/3/24]

I know I’ve said this before, because I do love it so, but:

The only reason, the ONLY reason, I would ever want the Arkenstone to be a Silmaril is this: the day after Aragorn leaves Rivendell with the Fellowship, Elrond summons Arwen to his study and bids her to go to Erebor.

"What?" she demands. "Surely I am needed here, or out in the wilds, marshaling the Rangers - "

"Your brothers will manage that, after they escort you," her father insists. "You must go to Erebor, and ask Dain to let you open Thorin's tomb, that you may look upon the Arkenstone. Gloin will help you - I spoke with him ere he left. Don't let anyone else know your purpose - as far as the world is concerned, I am sending my only daughter to a safe stronghold until Mordor is defeated."

"Are you not?" she cries. But he will explain no more than, "I think the jewel may be important to our oncoming war, but I wish you to assess it unbiased" - and he gives her two letters to read only once she's made her own judgement of the jewel.

So Arwen goes. The Misty Mountains are crawling with orcs, but in cloaks woven by their grandmother, she and her brothers slip through with only a few close calls. Elrohir and Elladan don't know why she's going even a little, save that their father bade it and (he said) their grandmother supported it. The problem with having Elrond for a father and Galadriel for a grandmother is that, while technically they may each be wrong at times (allegedly), in agreement they never are.

It's nice to have what may be one last journey with her brothers, at least. All three of them know that Elladan and Elrohir will soon be in battle alongside their cousins the Dúnedain, and for all Erebor's strength, it will soon be under attack. Rivendell might soon be under attack. Lothlórien might soon be under attack.

The twins leave almost as soon as the three of them arrive; they have other work to do. Dain barely protests letting Arwen mildly exhume his cousin in order to assess the famous jewel - he doesn't quite like letting an elf(ish person) near the Heart of the Mountain, but he is very worried about the black-armored army lurking across the River Carnen, and respects the wisdom of Elrond and his immediate kin.

Arwen sees the Arkenstone sitting calmly in the hands of of the fallen king, and she sees it clutched in the burning hand of a no-longer-king, fallen free from a twisted iron crown, stolen over a king's bloody body, hallowed by a Queen, forged in a fire like the world never saw again... It glows softly; its light matches that of the small crystal that hangs around her neck now, one of a set of three.

[Here me out: Galadriel made three: one for Celebrian and Elrond as a wedding gift, jointly from herself and Eärendil; one for thw twins upon their birth, and one for Arwen upon hers. Celebrian left hers behind when she Sailed; Galadriel gives it to Frodo.]

The letters are from Elrond and Galadriel, respectively. They say much the same thing:

I'm so sorry to spring this on you, and to make you a guardian of this secret

If the Ringbearer's quest fails and the Enemy regains his full power, please take the jewel (as freely giving by the dwarves if at all possible) and use it however you can to save everyone and everything that you can. (Elrond's says, "My parents will help as much as they can. Do not hesitate to ask for their or any other aid." Galadriel's says, "If you seek Undying Shores with mortals in tow, for succor or for more active aid, hold the Jewel high and beseech first Ulmo and his spirits, and then every single kin-relation you have, no matter the connection. Once you rouse the general populace, then approach the Valar - though don't appear to delay.)

Galadriel's says, "Círdan knows to potentially expect you." Elrond wrote, "If you see your mother before I do", stopped there and blotted it out.

Neither of them needs to say, We will hold the line, to buy you as much time as we can. Both say "I love you", "I'm sorry", and variations on, "I know you can do this."

Arwen made the Choice of Elros several decades ago: to live among Men as a Man, to take up queenship of a people at the start of a new Age of the World and rule until most of those she loved most had passed and it was time to follow as a Man. Now she faces the Choice of Elwing: to leave most of those she loved the most for dead and flee with Silmaril in hand and only the hope of the impossible to save a doomed continent.

(Or, if she was optimistic, the Choice of Lúthien: to face down the Lord of Death and demand back one single most beloved [for Aragorn could not live while Sauron triumphed], and steal him away for many peaceful decades ere doom fell entirely, their own best efforts done. But Lúthien had been, in her glorious way, very selfish, and Arwen was not.)

The reason I haven't started writing this fic and probably never will is that I have a perfect sense of what I believe kids call the vibes - the mood, the tone, themes, the visual and emotional aesthetic - and none of actual, like, events of the story.

It's about Arwen's final trial of leadership and diplomacy, before she (hopefully) takes up a throne of Gondor, being living with Dwarves for three months under threat and then fact of war. Helping in the infirmary. Participating in strategy discussions, because war isn't her area of expertise but she has participated a few times, in her nearly 3,000 years of life. Mediating as a neutral party on inevitable conflicts between Dwarves the Men, especially in the last week and a half when they're under high stress while besieged together with two kings dead in the field.

Carrying a torch in the deep corridors of the Mountain because she's Mannish enough not to see naturally in the dark. Standing extra watches because she's Elvish enough to see well in starlight, especially if the Star in question is her grandfather; and getting scouting reports from the local thrushes, because they're talkative and Melian's heirs have always had a knack for the speech of birds.

Busying herself with sewing a banner for Aragorn, with jewel-stars and a crown of mithril and gold - for her elders have appointed her as their last hope, and she shall hold it for them and for all the people she can save if in the end she must; but her Estel fights in the field. The night the armies of Mordor cross the river to strike at Dale, she stands on the summit of the Lonely Mountain and calls a friend among the Eagles, who takes the finished banner in her talons and bears it south to where Arwen's brothers and cousins ride to Aragorn's side.

(She shares dreams with him sometimes - but she must keep secret a thought that beats in her like a heartbeat, and he must devote all his thought to the quest and the war. So they don't speak much.)

It's about the crushing weight of history and legacy and the very practical matters of running a kingdom in duress. It's about multicultural exchange. It's about love and hope and a hundred different OCs, most of whom will never be recorded in history books even if they die heroically or steal siege-stores to sell on the black market, or simply live and thus deserve to do so. It's about hard work and mortality.

It's about how 77 years after the Battle of Five Armies, Dain II Ironfoot swings his axe until he falls defending the body of Brand King of Dale, son of Baird son of Bard the Dragonslayer, and their people all take refuge in the Mountain together; and Arwen tends the wounded with the Songs she learned from her father and the neat stitches her mother taught her for first cloth, then skin; and she walks among the frightened people - none of them remotely her people; Dwarves and entirely common Men, mostly descended from easterners migrating slowly west - and knows that if these are all she can save, she will gladly die or live as she must in order to do so; and the people hearken a little to see her pass by with starlight in her eyes and on her breast.

And then - after an eternity of painful anticipation, after what feels like no time at all - the Shadow passes, and the wait and tension abruptly lift.

They very much do still have to go defeat that army before the gates, though.

#my fic #lotr #lord of the rings #arwen #arwen undomiel

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astoundingbeyondbelief · 3 months

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Kaiju Week in Review (January 28-February 3, 2024)

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Minecraft: Bedrock Edition's Godzilla DLC is now available. I joined Wikizilla's stream of it yesterday as a spectator and found it quite entertaining (especially when @squid-in-a-party-hat switched to Creative Mode and started summoning mini-kaiju). I'll post the highlight reel from that stream when it's finished. The main hub of this DLC is a combination movie theater/gallery; each of the four screens lets you access a different minigame. The first is based on the original film and has you rescuing civilians and just trying to survive as Godzilla trashes Tokyo. The second transforms you into Godzilla and pits you and your allies against various kaiju from the first three series. The third tasks you with defending Tokyo against Shin Godzilla, with each defensive phase featuring a different form. The fourth just has you taking photos of the battles in Godzilla vs. Kong (with the Tasmian Sea fight replaced by Godzilla barging into Kong's dome). I found the second and third to be the most interesting, but it's dismaying that only the third really takes advantage of these games being in Minecraft. You scrounge items, build barricades, lay down TNT, trade with NPCs, summon agents, fire blood coagulation potion into Godzilla's mouth from a crossbow... it's a lot more involved than the others.

In further Godzilla video game news, the Heisei MOGUERA and a crystal-hurling SpaceGodzilla variation have joined Godzilla Battle Line, the upcoming Godzilla x Kong: Titan Chasers mobile game is teasing its original monsters, and Dave the Diver of all things announced a free PlayStation-exclusive Godzilla DLC for May.

Here's a rare sequel to an IDW Godzilla miniseries. Godzilla: Here There Be Dragons II - Sons of Giants will boast the same writer (Frank Tieri) and artist (Inaki Miranda) as its predecessor. The logline:

The sequel to last summer’s smash miniseries! Frank Tieri and Inaki Miranda reunite to explore the conspiracy that led to Sir Francis Drake hiding his treasure on Monster Island! Who are the Sons of Giants, and what is their mission? More importantly, what is their connection to Godzilla and the other monsters? This series shows us how it all came to be, how Godzilla was discovered by the leaders of the world, and how it changed history forever!

Despite the Roman numerals, sounds like a prequel. I still think there's something off about any Godzilla story set before the Atomic Age, but the Sons of Giants were the most interesting part of the original Here There Be Dragons, and historical figures encountering the King of the Monsters is always amusing.

Naturally, Funko is making a line of Pops for Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire. The standout is the Amazon-exclusive figure of a sleeping Godzilla; I also love how Shimo looks like she's yakking. Monogram also revealed the lineup for its sixth wave of Toho Godzilla bag clips, as well as a GxK set. Highlights of the former are a curled-up Final Wars Anguirus, a Simeon, and Zilla; the latter is notable for including a previously-unrevealed monster called a Parrot Frog.

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Tokyo's Hibiya neighborhood has long played host to Godzilla statues: first the Kawakita Godzilla, then Shin. Now they're getting a new three-meter statue of the original '54 Godzilla. It emits smoke at night, the mouth glows, and there seems to be some kind of AR app through which he fires atomic breath at you. Despite it being a 70th anniversary installation, however, it'll only be in Hibiya until March 10. I'm guessing that won't be the last we see of it.

#kaiju week in review #godzilla #toys #minecraft #godzilla here there be dragons ii sons of giants #godzilla x kong the new empire #kaiju

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classicanalyzer · 11 days

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Final Fantasy 16 - Echoes of the Fallen Thoughts and Reflection

"The same enlightened souls forged great and terrible weapons called the Eikonoklastes-from which Eikons derive their name-and turned them against each other in the Magitek war." Harpocrates II Hyperboreios

This DLC finally gives a more in-depth look into the Fallen's "accomplishments" and their attempts to become God themselves. The Fallen had created their own artificial Mothercrystal (The shards being called Dusk Crystals) and artificial Eikon cementing their God-like ambitions. I wonder if the Fallen created artificial Eikons based on the summons Alexander and Ark. Thankfully, Clive and his allies were able to shut down the last Echoes of the Fallen by destroying both Omega-1, their artificial Eikon, and their artificial Mothercrystal silencing the Sagespire for good.

The Fallen's music theme fits these wannabe Gods incredibly well also serving as Omega-1's theme. The first couple of levels (The Worm Mounts) have a variant that uses the organs and operatic music to sell the ancient nature of this Magitek tower and its ambitions. The upper levels have a more ominous and urgent tone as you begin to see more of the horrific experiments conducted to overthrow Ultima.

Eikonoklasm, Omega-1's battle theme, is an epic battle electronic variant of the Fallen theme. It captures the epiphany of the Fallen's attempt to challenge Ultima by creating their own Eikon. It nearly defeated three Dominants, so imagine if the Fallen made more...a bit of a terrifying thought. A bit of a fun easter egg courtesy of Soken is how Eikonklasm also included eScape motif from FF14.

I love how the Sagespire serves as the final massive dungeon for Clive. Mysidia will serve more as our final explorable area but the Sagespire undoubtedly serve as our final dungeon.

Famiel, the leader of a trio of tribe miners and merchants, plays a thematic role in how the people of this world are tied to the Mothercrystals to survive. In particular, he shows how people who lost their lands to the Deadlands were forced to turn to any means to survive. In this case, they relied on the ambitions of the Fallen (their artificial Mothercrystal). In the end, he saw that a better future for his people would not come if this artificial Mothercrystal were to remain.

"I hope we did the right thing..." Famiel

A theme I noticed was how we see the difference between becoming free: Cid's and Clive's noble quest to free the world from Ultima by riding off the crystals (and later magic itself) versus the Fallen "freeing" themselves from Ultima by becoming "Gods" themselves.

"We don't want to be gods. We just want to be free." Clive Rosfield

Another theme that shares similarities with the Rising Tide DLC is how the wars for the Mothercrystals driven tribes searching for their own. In doing so, this serves to further Ultima's true goal with the exploitation of other Mothercrystals. However, he considers Leviathan to be a "profaned fragment." Ultima sees Leviathan as a heretic of some kind. To what end and why? There's also the fact that the land in Mysidia isn't affected by the Blight at all despite the lost tribe possessing their own Mothercrystal. Maybe Leviathan had a hand in this Mothercrystal's creation as hinted by the trailer?

With that, we shall travel onward to Mysidia and Leviathan in the Rising Tide DLC!

"If one does not learn from the mistakes of the past, one is doomed to repeat them." Harpocrates II Hyperboreios

#final fantasy xvi #final fantasy 16 #ff16 #echoes of the fallen #final fantasy #ff16 spoilers #clive rosfield #joshua rosfield #jill warrick #torgal #fallen #the fallen #omega-1 #famiel #music analysis #my original post

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FFXIV Write 2023 Day 30: Amity

“You know, I’ve been thinking,” Aeryn said slowly in the Thavnairian tongue as they watched the Garleans discuss the trade agreement and the upcoming use of the Tower.

“About what?” Varshahn asked, slipping as easily into the familiar language.

“The previous agreements, between Thavnair and Garlemald.”

“What about them?” the Satrap asked, turning his crimson gaze to her now. She leaned on a supply crate in her fur-lined Alliance coat, that familiar thinking-line creasing the space between her brows.

“Just…When last we spoke to Emet-Selch—or rather, his spirit—he spoke of many wonders, secrets of the world yet to be discovered, adventures yet to be had. Some of them have already come true, such as finding your treasure vault under the Bounty.”

Varshahn frowned. “As an Ascian, it makes sense he would know of many ancient secrets.”

“Yes,” Aeryn agreed. “But I keep thinking back to how Azdaja was lost, to a voidgate at the Crystal Tower all those centuries ago—a tower created by another empire he had built.”

Varshahn peered at her, wondering where this line of thought led.

“Allag, an empire created for certain purposes by Ascians, was also responsible for the tragedies that befell your eldest siblings,” she continued. “Bahamut was slain. Tiamat was then convinced to summon him as a primal—before she and their children were imprisoned and tormented for millennia.

“And then there’s the Dragonsong War, and I have to wonder how distant the Ascians were. It seems my Ishgardian ancestors held the blame there, but in more recent years…I can’t shake the feeling Nidhogg decided to end his cruel game and attempt to destroy Ishgard in earnest, because he perhaps detected the Ascians’ involvement in the Archbishop’s schemes through his Eyes.”

Varshahn felt a chill climbing his spine that had nothing to do with Garlemald’s weather, given his golem’s immunity.

“Bahamut and Nidhogg were meant to be protectors of this star, with your father claimed by Hydaelyn and slumbering—until he was awoken. By Garlean incursion over his resting place.”

“What is your point, Aeryn?”

She looked over at the nearly jovial Garleans—they were not a people who often showed exuberance—and she smiled at their rekindled hope and confidence. “I think Emet-Selch always knew you were at the heart of Radz-at-Han,” she said. “I think he encouraged the original trade agreements, and encouraged Thavnair’s neutrality, to keep you at bay.”

Varshahn considered that, his greater self in Radz-at-Han rumbling a growl the longer he did.

“If Garlemald had ever attempted to conquer Thavnair, you would have flown to defend it,” she continued. “Your home, your people, mean everything to you. Garlemald had the means to try, and the island has precious few other defenses against such might. But so long as Thavnair remained neutral, a free port of trade, an ally instead of a province…”

“I had no reason to fight,” he finished quietly.

“You were content to remain in hiding and see only to your own,” she said. “That was all he had to do as Solus, to neutralize a potential First Brood threat—extend a hand of friendship, and promise to leave your children alone.”

“And you disapprove.”

She frowned now, thinking about it. “Somewhat,” she said honestly. “But I’ve learned a few things about dragons over the years, so I understand, I think. Besides,” she looked again at the pleased Garleans, and smiled. “It’s made this possible. He meant for this empire to be a tool of chaos, its people pawns in the schemes of ancient beings who cared naught for them. But now, thanks to that prior agreement, Thavnair’s perfectly positioned to help raise them from the ashes of those manipulations.” She turned back to him and smiled. “And you, Vrtra, have had your part in helping us protect this star, as Midgardsormr promised Her.”

The hide of his true self itched as he recalled his newly-grown scales. Any others that he shed were still carefully collected and taken to the alchemists.

He huffed out a laugh. “And full glad am I, that not all the dragons of Thavnair were content to remain upon our island—and will not be content, I think, until this entire star knows peace, and all its people are friends in truth.” He grinned at her, satisfied to see her blush and duck her head as she grasped his meaning.

“I’m no dragon,” she muttered.

“For better or worse, the blood of my sister and her daughter yet runs in your veins, child of Thavnair and Coerthas,” he said fondly. His tone became more teasing. “And your father may have let slip his nickname for you, when a temperamental child.” He chuckled as she groaned, but then he sobered.

“You are perhaps right, about the former Emperor and his schemes,” Varshahn said. “And certainly about mine own indolence, so long as our people were safe.” He shook his head at her attempted apologetic interjection. “But you are also right, that it led to this moment now. And this time, I pray, the amity between our nations is true, and shall bear fruit not only for this personal endeavor, but for generations to come.”

“So do I,” Aeryn said, pushing off the crate as Urianger called to her, though she looked to her Satrap before leaving.

Varshahn nodded for her to go, watching her stride forward to speak to her friend. “Little Storm Dragon” her stepfather had said, on account of her Coerthan side—having no idea back then how close to the truth her heritage fell—and her tempestuous nature as a child.

An apt nickname yet, Varshahn thought, though she had somewhat better control of herself as an adult. Yet storms of change came with her, and even an ancient wyrm such as he could be swept up in those currents.

Smiling in response to the hopeful grins of the Garleans turning his way as he rejoined them, he was thankful for those storms, and the peace following in their wake.

#final fantasy xiv #ffxivwrite2023 #Lyn Writing #Endwalker #Varshahn #Garlemald #Thavnair #Emet-Selch #Speculation #Aeryn Striker #and that's a wrap

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Verses Alternate universe

This is going to be a growing list of things, but I’m just giving the rundown so people will know wtf is going on 😅

Eikons exist. Created a little after etros death, they are different from the summons in thirteen. They, like Etro, had their own followers and zealots.

The Lucis Caelum family worshipped Etro and other summons related to death. Regis is semi in the middle of the man he was in XV and the man he was going to be? He loves his son, but if its etros will to use him…who is he to refuse? When their crystal is literally her heart.

There was still a big ass war of Eikons. Bahamut is still a dick.

The Phoenix was created to one day rebirth the world with its healing flames, taking away the scourge and freeing people. It cared about humans once. It had loved Bahamut too…

Bahamut scorned the phoenix, because it didn’t agree with Bahamut’s vision of humanity. Or the methods the dragon used to punish them.

The broken heart of the Phoenix, and people beginning to forget its existence caused the firebird to become cold and in its grief he became a crystal monolith.

The Rosfield family worshipped the phoenix and they draw power from the crystallized fire bird.

Garuda became known as the Eikon of wanderers, and those who live nomadic lives. Benedikta is related to nomads who worshipped Garuda, and speaks to the Eikon through the wind and allows herself to be used.

Titan is known by the people as the Patron of Foundation , because Titan provided the rock of the meteor, but finally, put the rock down and merged with it, giving the continent near all of its source of minerals. So much so, they no longer needed to use crystals. They could develop technologies using those minerals. The Amacitia family and Hugo Kupka were ones blessed by Titan.

Ramuh was known as an Eikon of storms, knowledge, magic etc. He was against Bahamut’s plans because why kill off half humanity?? Why piss off Ifrit? He was sealed away for not picking a side, and also not agreeing with the war god. Cidolfus Telamon, is descended from the people of blessed blood, and his adopted daughter Mid comes from a line of worshippers. Hence her extreme intellect.

Shiva, along with Leviathan, refuse to assist in the purging of darkness, since Ifrit was hurt by Bahamut via scourage and Leviathan via Odin's demise, replaced as the darkness holder. Jill and Luna unfortunately are pawns of Gentiana/Shiva. Leviathan created a few Warden’s, one for itself and another a monster born from its bitterness Kraken.

Odin was once just one of Etros wardens of death, seen as a Warden of knowledge and death but in the grand battle was overcome by darkness. His fate was being scattered, only thing left of his soul and form was his sword. Of those who followed him so strongly they kept the sword, and would choose a knew young one if their line to be ‘Odin’’s vessel. Barnabas Thalmer is the most recent. A shady businessman who has connections to the death worshipping Caelum’s…

Ifrit … The founder of Soulheim, infected by the scourge (Etros chaos) and the frozen Eikon. He and the Phoenix were considered two sides of the same coin, and in an act of sanity Ifrit chose Clive Rosfield to be his champion/pet guard dog. Hence why Ifrit is simultaneously a sexy man, but Clive is Ifrit’s rage…or a lizard puppy.

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We Go Together - Ch. 4

Series Main List

A Jedi!Charles x TIE Fighter Pilot!Max Star Wars AU

Ch. 4 Warnings: Explicit language; hurt/comfort; discussion of war and death; forced drug addiction (by the Imperial Navy) and associated withdrawal; family separation; Charles tries his hand at teaching and probably needs help

A dark-haired woman floats in front of him. She radiates beautiful life and pure love, warming Max's skin even though he isn't touching her. Despite her comforting presence, her tearful sobs ring in his ears and a shrill cry echoes from behind her.

"No, mama!" A small blonde specter wails. "Noooo!”

He reaches out for them, but a heavy, immobilizing weight clamps onto his shoulder. A solid, black-gloved hand restrains him, and he is powerless. He twists to try and break free, but the weight grows heavier and spreads down his chest.

"No, schatje," the dark-haired woman coos through soft sobs. "This day always had to come… for the Empire."

He struggles to lessen the crushing weight, horrified to watch the black-gloved handprint grow into a shadow that swallows up his torso.

"Mama." His own voice calls out, weak compared to the little girl's deafening cries. "Mama!"

Again he tries to reach out for her, finding only air as the heavy shadow crawls up his neck. He opens his mouth to scream and the darkness invades with acrid bitterness. His chest heaves as the woman and young girl sob, and he chokes against the fullness in his throat.

"Rest now, mate." An elegantly soothing, otherworldly voice drifts over the cacophony as the shadow consumes him. "It's alright."

Charles has long forgotten his book. The growing waves of distress from Max ricochet off the dwelling walls, and he senses the awakening jolt of the pilot’s mind before movement catches his gaze.

Max thrashes against the bed covers as he bolts upright on instinct. Sweat beads on his brow as he gulps for breath, frantically running his hands across his face and chest as if to confirm he’s still in one piece. He looks utterly lost, and his heart thunders through the panic, echoing in Charles’ ears.

Wide crystal blue eyes lock to his in the dim firelight, and Charles summons a kind smile. "You're alright, Max. You're safe." He says quietly, setting the book aside on the tabletop. "Whatever nightmare you had, it's over now."

"What was that?" Max demands sharply. "It felt so-” He breaks off with a long, almost sad sigh. “That wasn't… that wasn't just a nightmare."

Charles purses his lips thoughtfully. "What do you remember before you fell asleep?"

Max's brow furrows, hands tensing in visible frustration. He shakes his head as his lips curl with a snarl. "I don't remember… I -" He cuts himself off with a groan as his fists clench helplessly. "What is happening to me?"

Charles slowly stands from the table, not wanting to startle the distraught man. "Your mind - your memory, even - has been suppressed for so long. And now…" he shrugs, saying the only thing he can think of. "Now, you're finally free. You’re starting to remember."

“I don’t want to remember.” The line of Max’s jaw tightens with visible frustration. “I didn’t ask for any of this.”

“The universe seldom asks us what we want.” Charles’ tone is darker than he would like, but the memories of his own past cut deep. “We’re dealt the cards we’re given and our only choice is how to play them.”

Max shoots him an angry, helpless glare.“I knew how I wanted to play them. I didn’t need you to interfere. And I certainly didn’t need you to… to…” A blush tinges his cheeks as his voice trails off. “I didn’t need you to… make my body react the way it did… before…”

Charles' breath catches as hopeful anticipation lights his face. “You remember what happened now?”

Max nods sharply. “It’s coming back to me… slowly. In the grass. When we… fuck, I don’t even know how to say it.”

Charles hides his sad amusement at the irony of Max’s words. How is it possible that he knows the crude name for the physical act without knowing about the act itself? "If the drugs they gave you prevented you from feeling the joy of physical pleasure all these years, then I have even less love for the Empire.”

Angry, embarrassed conflict rages on Max’s firelit face. He shakes his head, opening his mouth - but no words come. His shoulders shake as he struggles for words.

But Charles doesn’t draw the moment out. “No one should take the physical ability to love from you. Especially not without your consent.”

“Is that what we did?” Max scoffs. “Love?”

“It’s one way to say it - that we… made love.” His own cheeks heat to say the words so frankly. Even if they technically didn’t really make love, Chales will still count it for the purposes of this conversation. “It’s a special moment and feeling to share with someone, and I… well, thank you for the privilege of your first.”

Max glowers at Charles with a defensive snarl. “You have done nothing but thank me for everything that you’ve taken from me.” A new light sparks in his clear eyes. “Is that how you make yourself feel better about it?”

Charles arches a brow against the wave of distrust that ripples through the room. “You had me pinned to the ground, and you say that I took that moment from you?” He gives a weak shake of his head. “You could have rolled away at any moment, mate.”

Max shakes his head in defiance, biting his lower lip as he squeezes his eyes shut. “You lie, you… manipulate-”

“I am not one of your masters. Nor am I an Imperial deserter.” Charles firmly interjects. “As difficult as this is for you to accept on top of everything else: the moment that we shared together was something that you wanted. It was something that your body craved like… breathing, like eating.” He softens his tone, taking another careful step towards the bed. “It’s not caused by any drug or manipulation. It’s just… our bodies responding to each other - as our bodies should do. Without shame, without judgment. Without suppression.”

“You’re wrong.” Max insists, even as the fight drains from his voice. “You… you can’t possibly know what you’re talking about.”

Charles pads over on silent footsteps, gently crouching down alongside the bed. He looks up into Max’s icy eyes that glitter with firelight as he speaks softly. “There are so many paths that we can walk in this life, and the cards we are dealt don’t dictate which one we choose. And now… you are finally free to choose.”

Rage flashes in Max’s eyes. “You’re a naive fool if you believe that.”

Charles huffs a breathy laugh, face warming with a smile. “Perhaps… but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong.”

“A belief like that will get you killed.” Max shakes his head, turning away in obvious disgust. “You’re… you’re no better than a Jedi.”

Surprise flashes in Charles’ eyes as the hair on the back of his neck rises. Has he overplayed his hand? Does Max truly suspect? Charles wets his top lip in a moment of consideration. He can feel the restless energy buzzing along Max’s skin, begging for release - but how much can Charles risk pushing his luck? At length, he takes a deep breath. “How… how would you know?” He asks, carefully searching Max’s face. “Have you ever met one?”

Max shakes his head. “No, never. But their naïve dogma resulted in their extinction.”

Charles allows himself a gentle nod. “The path of a Jedi may not be allowed under the current galactic rule, but Force-sensitive people are still born every day.” He softens his tone, taking careful measure of Max’s reaction. “Many people have that gift - not all of them were identified before the Jedi Temple fell, and most don't know how to recognize it even if they do have it.”

Max scoffs. “It’s better for them that way, since it’s illegal.”

“It’s hard to outlaw something inherent to one’s nature.” Charles smiles kindly. “It’s… it’s not something that you can see or touch. But… it’s a feeling when you meet a person. Or enter a room.” Charles takes a breath, trusting the Force that guides him, and stretches out with his feelings. “A connection - a sense that… you’re not alone.” He sends a wave of reassuring comfort, letting it wrap around Max in a gentle embrace.

The pilot draws a trembling breath, shoulders shaking with the movement as conflicted panic erupts on the other end of the tenuous connection. He snaps his gaze to Charles’ as realization blazes in his blue depths. “You,” Max gasps. “… You are one of them.”

Charles says nothing, letting the connection that spans between them speak for itself. He’s never been so bold to expose himself like this, but even though his heart pounds in the vulnerable moment, the Force warms him with reassurance.

“I knew it,” Max insists as aggression spikes in the air. “You’re one of them - you’re a naïve fool and a traitor. I knew it!” He channels all of his rage towards Charles as he lunges forward.

Charles springs to his full height and out of reach just as Max leaps to his feet. Every instinct goes on high alert as his senses snap into sharp focus. Max stands before him now - an admittedly intimidating figure in the small confines of Charles’ dwelling, but Charles hardly fears him.

With a slow movement, Charles extends his left arm, aiming two fingers and his thumb at Max as a visual warning. The last thing he wants to do is escalate, but Max needs to understand the power at Charles’ command. “I can take you down from here if I have to,” Charles’ voice holds a firm edge. “Please don’t give me a reason to.”

Max’s right hand balls to a tight fist. “You lied to me - just as I always knew you were!” He seethes as rage suffocates the air. “You say that they lie, that they manipulate, yet you’re no fucking better!”

“Then, act on it,” Charles breathes in the tenuous moment as his instincts guide him forward. “I can see it in your eyes - how much you want it.” Distantly, he registers the slippery slope that he treads, but maybe… if this is the way for Max to finally understand, then so be it. “You can feel it, right? The energy burning beneath your skin? The power yearning to be unleashed?” Charles continues, watching the tense line of Max’s shoulders for any hint of movement. “You want to make me regret pulling you from the sea? You want to make me regret everything I’ve taken from you? Then, do it… reach out. Don’t hold back, and let it flow through you.” He locks his eyes to Max’s as he drops his voice. “Make me pay. Make me pay for all of it.”

An inhuman roar punches from Max’s chest as his right hand flies forward. A wall of energy slams Charles in the chest and his feet lift from the floor. He crashes against the table as wood splinters and pottery shatters.

The aftershock of the blow permeates the air as Charles’ head spins, trying to collect his breath through the blooming ache in his back. He stares up at Max in equal parts shock and awe - just as Max stares back at him, stunned and horrified.

Charles can’t hold back his proud smile. “It’s alright, Max,” he calls out as he groans and rolls to his knees. “That’s… that’s exactly what I wanted. Well,” he glances around at the destruction that litters his home, “maybe not quite so much damage, but you did just what I asked.” He hits Max with the full force of his approval and wide smile. “I knew that you had it in you. I could feel it.”

Max stares down at his hand as if he’s never seen it before. “I don’t… I don’t want it. It’s wrong… it’s illegal.”

“Being Force-sensitive is not illegal.”

“Being a Jedi is illegal.”

“Just because you’re strong in the Force doesn’t make you a Jedi. Only training can do that.”

“Just stop, Charles.” Max’s voice tightens as if he’s on the verge of tears. “You… nothing you can say will fix this. They’ll…” He trails off, face falling as his shoulders sink. “I can never go back, can I?”

“Honestly?” Charles shrugs, ignoring the twinge of sore muscles as he pushes to his feet. “Maybe they have a drug that could make you forget, that could numb those parts of your mind and your being. But after tasting freedom, why would you willingly surrender back to your cage?”

Max continues to blink down at his hand, working a visible swallow down his throat. He looks utterly lost as he continues to process the situation, and Charles resists the urge to wrap him in a physical hug and soothe the worry on his brow. It's striking how impossibly young and vulnerable Max looks, such a contrast to the intimidating image he presented a few minutes ago.

Charles’ heart clenches as a question stirs in his mind. He takes a cautious step forward before wetting his top lip. “How long has it been? Since you’ve been in the Imperial Starfighter Corps?”

Max gives a weak shake of his head. “I don’t know… since I was very young, I think.” He squeezes his eyes shut, pinching the bridge of his nose as his voice tightens. “I think that was my nightmare… my memory.”

Charles’ face softens with kind concern. “Are you willing to tell me?”

Max’s tongue darts out to wet his top lip before he draws a shaky breath. “I think it was my mother… and a sister. I was being taken and they were crying… and I was powerless to get away. Just too small…”

Charles nods gently, musing to himself. “When all that you’ve known of life is a cage, how do you possibly recognize it as a cage?” He nibbles his bottom lip, determination rising in his chest. “Max… I understand that change is scary and uncertain - your whole word has turned upside down again for the second time in nearly as many days. But please know: there’s such a wider world out there for you and it only takes small steps to get started.” The uncertain moment hangs by a thread as Max’s eyes find Charles’ in the dim firelight, desperate for a lifeline. Affection stirs in Charles’ chest as he offers what he hopes is a reassuring smile. “After all,” he says softly. “Every journey - no matter how big or small - starts with a first step.”

Max shakes his head, dejection heavy on his voice. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

Charles’ breath catches in his chest. “Let me show you.”

Max sits in the grass, letting the sea breeze ruffle his hair. He closes his eyes and hones his focus. The meditation routine that Charles taught him should be simple - sometimes it is, and other times… well, he just needs to be still and let the Force flow through him.

No matter how much a derisive voice sniggers in the back of his mind.

He focuses on the grass swaying in rhythm with the wind. On the solid, weighty presence of the small rock pile at his side, letting it ground him as his presence expands. The rolling waves of the distant sea run along his skin, crashing into the shore to match the steady beat of his heart.

He reaches out through the connection, letting himself move through the environment. The rocks become weightless and the grass stands ready at his command. The sea waves part and down - deep down - cold metal stings his skin. It’s familiar like a long lost ghost - a shadow of his past shrouded in the sea’s crushing depths. The contours of his hard metal bench now only hold passing currents and the ion engines rot in the salt water.

It’s the worst grave for his fighter.

Metal vibrates as he strains to touch it. The icy cold sears his skin with such visceral feeling - and if he can feel it, he can will it. The metal shakes and groans in relief - or perhaps, in protest. He can’t tell but he doesn’t care.

“You’re powerful.” Charles’ voice breaks his concentration. “But maybe not powerful enough for that yet.”

Max’s eyes fly open as the connection is severed. He comes back to himself, dry and warm under the sun. His chest heaves with deep breaths, sweat beading on his brow as he stares out over the rolling waves. Scrubbing a hand over his face, he glances up at Charles. “You could feel that? What I was doing?”

Charles offers a shy smile. “If anyone else on this planet is Force-sensitive, I’m sure that they felt it, too. Even if they couldn’t explain it.”

Max purses his lips, staring back out over the sea. “I don’t understand… it-” He breaks off with a sigh, shaking his head. “It felt so real. So close. As if I were just… touching it.”

“You were.” Charles says, folding himself to sit in the grass next to Max. The sunlight plays in his green eyes, somehow more vibrant than the grassy knoll that surrounds them. “The first time that I found you sitting here - glaring out at the water - I wondered if you knew that there was a power that could lift your ship from the water. Even that day, I thought… that such power could reside in you.”

“How could you possibly know that?”

“As you’re learning - the Force is a connection to the world around us.” Charles says as a smile teases his lips. “And I felt… a connection to you before you even crashed. The Force led me to you in the water - helped me find you in the depths.”

“But you’re...” Max trails off, his eyes skimming down Charles’ body as if it’s the answer. “I suppose that does explain how you pulled me from the water.”

Charles’ eyes flash with teasing mischief. “Just because you’re broader than me doesn't mean that you’re stronger than me.”

Despite himself, Max smiles. It feels awkward and his muscles protest the unusual movement, yet… something about it feels right. A new, warm sensation rises in his chest - one that increases the longer he lingers with Charles and stays in the man’s home.

Flattery, he thinks. Or is it… attraction?

So much about Charles is… well, attractive.

The fluttering feeling builds in his chest as heat rises in his cheeks. He quickly turns away, hoping that Charles won’t have noticed or felt anything unusual coming from him. Wetting his lip, he scans out over the water. “Is there a way to know?” He asks. “To learn just how powerful I am? Or is it a relative scale - maybe I can control my fighter but I can’t control a planet?”

“It’s not about control.” Charles corrects gently. “It's a feeling - it’s a connection. It’s... harnessing the energy field around you and channeling it.”

“Influence, then.” Max amends with a careful shrug. “Is there a limit to how much I can influence? Just my ship? Other people?”

Charles shakes his head gently. “You’re walking a fine line with that kind of talk.” He runs a hand through his curls that glow a lovely auburn in the light. “If the Temple were still… well, just still - there are blood scans that can be done to measure just how Force-sensitive you are. That’s a basis, but by no means a limitation. Our ability to keep the Force as our ally, to learn from it - to trust the instincts that it gives us - that’s the real power.”

The corners of Max’s mouth pinch. “But I felt my ship - it felt so real - and I… I willed it to…” His words fail him in a moment of uncertainty. He doesn’t know exactly what he willed it to do - the ship isn’t exactly space-worthy anymore. But the memories of the metal on his skin and the controls as if he was seated in the cramped cockpit… those have to mean something.

Charles’ sun-warmed hand finds his. The shock of skin-on-skin contact makes his breath catch as the Force sparks between them. A thrill of anticipation runs down his spine to curl low in his belly, and he never wants Charles to let go. He widens the spread of his fingers, heart glowing as Charles twines their fingers. With a gentle squeeze, Max feels another smile overtake his face.

“It will come.” Charles’ gentle words float on the breeze. “It will come.”

#f1 fanfic #f1 rpf #charles leclerc #charles leclerc fanfic #max verstappen #max verstappen fanfic #charles leclerc x max verstappen #lestappen #star wars au #jedi #tie fighter #f1 fandom

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I arrive on the Moon.

Emet-Selch's voice informs me that this is where Zodiark is imprisoned (and reminds me that both of our star's moons were prisons for gods. WTF, did the Allagans know He was here?) and where the souls of those sacrificed to give Him life still slumber.

Uh... speaking of??? That's an Ancient.

There's a disembodied voice calling to me. Is it that person?

They spawn anguish monsters when I interact with them, and disappear when I go to touch them. The disembodied voice tells me not to do that, a little bit late...

Somehow I failed to notice this palace(?) immediately.

Hey look, that aetheryte is in the style of the ones from Amaurot! I wonder...

Oh. Oh my. Hello.

Are you like the shades from Emet-Selch's Amaurot? A memory? Or are you a completely different kind of arcane construct that just happens to resemble them?

Wait, I missed that first part.

Hydaelyn created the moon?!

Holy shit.

So our star has no natural satellites. This moon was created to imprison Zodiark.

On the topic of Zodiark, I am having difficulty parsing what I'm looking at exactly. I'm seeing... Man, I don't know. Wings, horns, big beefy arms? He's got a superficial resemblance to the trial boss Sephirot from the Warring Triad.

That's only a projection of the real thing, ensconced in the core of the moon.

There are six brands that bind Zodiark in his prison; five were broken in Fandaniel's attempted jailbreak. The Watcher has managed to repair one of them, and is working on the other four. But his attempts are being stymied...

By the souls of those sacrificed to summon Zodiark.

These... These are the people Emet-Selch wanted to save. To free. These are the people I condemned to a purgatory eternal by slaying him. These are the people who willingly gave their lives in the hope that their brethren could save their future.

The Watcher wants me to "expel" them. What does expelling them mean?

I... No. Please don't ask me to do that. I've already taken their hope. I cannot take any more from them.

Okay. That. That I can do.

The spirits are so fragile, so little left of them, that simply taking to them causes them to dissipate.

I am crying again.

Oh! Oh it's a dog! A sparkly dog! Hello puppy.

The dog leads me across the surface of Mare Lamentorum, from one brand to another, and on to more spirits. They all dissipate after saying their piece. Giving voice to their laments.

Until, quite suddenly, they don't. And there are more and more of them.

But someone...?

Saves me?

Hythlodaus?! Hythlodaeus!!

The real Hythlodaeus!

If you weren't a ghost I would hug you!

Ah! It's like meeting an old friend! It is meeting an old friend. Just like that, you confirm I am Azem's reincarnation. A question I'd had since your shade first handed me the constellation crystal.

But how?! The others, they're not... they're not "themselves"! How are you you?!

You. You... N. No. Why are you here...

You were sacrificed to Zodiark.

...And just like that, I understand Emet-Selch's pain, his drive, anew. To know that Hythlodaeus is... was? One of the souls trapped with Zodiark. Suddenly I can understand it, on a personal level. And he, Emet, he knew all of them. He knew them well enough to build an entire city populated with their souls. Knew Hythlodaeus well enough that meeting the real man is nearly indistinguishable from the shade.

On that topic...

Hythlodaus is adorable. He seems... happy. To find that the Emet-Selch he once knew had not changed, fundamentally, in all this time.

I must contrast that with the shade Emet-Selch had created, who seemed to think that while they were once close, they were no longer? I wonder if that was a projection of Emet's own subconscious dread that Hythlodaeus would dislike the person he had become?

That's fanfic fodder is what that is. God dammit why are you both dead?? I'm sad now.

Hythlodaeus tells me about what his time was like as a shade. How they know and remember all that had happened between their sacrifice and Zodiark's ultimate imprisonment. They know of the sundering and-

OMG.

You're not sundered, are you, Hythlodaus? No, you can't be. You wouldn't be you if you had been. Did being sacrificed to Zodiark ultimately save you from the sundering?! That's incredible.

Oh. Oh, Hythlodaeus, you don't know what that means to me.

Our lovely little chat is interrupted by the shattering of one of the two remaining brands. Hythlodaus identifies the two souls as Fandaniel and one he does not know, but who is "an unfamiliar but fearsome being." He promises to ensure that the shades will no longer hinder me by way of apology for keeping me from my duty, and urges me to protect the final brand.

The lustrous dog returns, and I ride it to the last brand...

But I am too late.

Fandaniel waxes poetic about Zodiark's power and potential; pointing out that without Elidibus, Zodiark has neither heart or will to guide Him. Which I hadn't considered. Elidibus was Zodiark. What's left down there... is a mindless being of pure power.

(Whoa, hey, wait. Does this mean... Because, Elidibus was already out of Zodiark when the sundering happened... Hydaelyn didn't actually have to fight a thinking being, She took advantage of Elidibus' absence! She didn't win a fair fight... That makes so much sense. I wondered how the most powerful primal, fueled by half-a-city's worth of lives, could lose to a primal fueled by a dozen or so. But the lights were on with no one home...)

Zenos is more to the point and challenges me to battle. We're about to beat the stuffing out of each other when Fandaniel third-wheel's his way in with an interruption: he's got something to say.

And then he lets himself fall backwards, into the gaping hole in the ground that leads to Zodiark.

Oh. Fuck.

Haha... he just sniped Zodiark out from under Zenos... And now we're in big trouble.

I am alone in the darkness with the collective will of the ancients. They are speaking their purpose to me.

And Fandaniel is suppressing and overruling them.

He is subverting their purpose.

He is hurting them!

I know what I must do.

Who? An ancient, I would guess, but I don't recognize that voice...

I don't think I know him? But...

He's talking to Hades! He's talking to Emet-Selch!

...Hythlodaeus?

Maybe?

Whoever he is, he dissolves into sparkly blue particles and floats away. A mystery for another time.

Oh wow. Hi Zodiark.

#ffxiv liveblog #rhesh'a tag #the watcher #zodiark #hythlodaeus #emet-selch #fandaniel #zenos yae galvus #zenos my friend my enemy #baseless speculation #thoughts on lore #holy shit I can't believe the first trial of the expansion is freaking Zodiark #madness I tell you

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queer-codedhero · 6 months

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little space TV shows >w<

these are all on netflix btw!!

🌸🍰🫶🏻

Sailor Moon Crystal :\\ middle schooler, Usagi Tsukino and her friends learned they have powers of transform in the sailor guardians I must protect the world from darkness!

age recommendation: 7+

language: japanese, english,

tw: fantasy violence

my little pony: friendship is magic \\: I don’t think I need to explain this one we all love my little pony!!

age recommendation: 0-7

languages: English Hindi, Korean, Mandarin and thai subtitles are offered!

Glitter Force Doki Doki :\\ four girls, summon their inner superheroes to defend the Earth and the magical kingdom of Splendorius from King Mercenare and his minions!

age recommendation: 7+

languages: English French, German, Italian, Spanish

tw: fantasy violence

She-ra and The Princess of Power :\\ “ for the honor of Grayskull!” on a war, torn planet of Etheria, a hero rises to fight against the evil horde in this reboot of a popular 80s series

age recommendation: 7+

languages: cantonese, English French Mandarin, Spanish

tw: fantasy, violence, fear, and bad language

Ever After High :\\ the kids, a fairytale characters, attend school with two clichés, those who accept fairytale Destinys, and those who want to write their own.

age recommendation: 4-7

languages: English, French, German, Mandarin Spanish,

Little Witch Academia:\\ Akko enrolls in Luna nova witchcraft academy she’s not the best student, but her bright attitude is a key to her and her friends success

Age recommendation: 5+

languages: English, Japanese, French, German, Spanish

tw: fear

Bee and Puppycat :// this slightly psychedelic series about an intergalactic temp worker and her furry little pal is that in a charming, pastel colored magical land

langauges: English French Japanese, Mandarin Spanish

age recommendation: 3+

tw: violence and fear

Molang:// in this cute, animated series, resourceful, rabbit, Molang and shy chick Piu-Pius adventures take them all over the world

age recommendation: 0-5

languages: no speaking

The Powerpuff Girls:\\ we all know the Powerpuff Girls the delightful sisters, blossom, bubbles and buttercup help save the world from crime and evil!!

age recommendation: 2-6

languages: English

tw: fantasy violence

Lalaloopsy:// the Lalaloopsy gang and they’re adorable pets know every day is perfect to celebrate magic of friendship, creativity, and collaboration

age recommendation: 0-5

languages: English French German, Mandarin Spanish

Catch! Teenieping:\\ set free on earth fairies with magical powers begin to influence peoples emotions now it’s up to princess from a really far away kingdom to stop them!

age recommendation: 4+

languages: English Korean

Puffin Rock:// life is sweet and beautiful Puffin Rock will puffing Oona and her baby brother Baba and her pals learn about nature, friendship and family

age recommendation: 0-5

languages: English French German, Mandarin Spanish

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ROUND 1 / SIDE B / POLL 4

Norlaise Sellecerre (@luciacbg) v. Huge Beef (@isayoldbean)

Norlaise Sellecerre:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Norlaise Sellecerre (She/Her)

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Duskwight Elezen

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. Summoner/Dark Knight/Red Mage

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. N/A

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Norlaise's journey as a hero began the day her family disappeared. Her family home had been ransacked, her parent's arcane texts stolen or destroyed, and there was no sign of where her parents or siblings had gone. So Norlaise headed to the one place that might be able to aid her desperate search: The Arcanist's Guild in Limsa Lominsa. Since then, Norlaise has become something of a reluctant, but determined hero. She accepts the weight of her task willingly and does not hesitate to act, but finds the expectations and pressure put on her to be immensely daunting. Norlaise puts on a brave face regardless, always ultimately strengthened by the faith- and inspiring example of her friends. In her spare time, Norlaise enjoys reading and studying the more esoteric and unusual aspects of the magical arts. Recently, in an attempt to indulge her love of fine food, Norlaise has begun cooking. Her efforts so far have been admirable, but not exactly as delicious as she might have hoped.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "What? Oh my goodness! Well if I do win, then that would prove just how how far our revival of Summoning has come along! I would certainly love to see more people joining us Summoners in uncovering the mysteries of ancient Allag! I suppose it would also be nice to have a duskwight in the spotlight for once, wouldn't you agree?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. Norlaise is very oblivious to people flirting with her and will become extremely flustered if someone points out the fliriting. She's also bisexual

Huge Beef:

q. What is your WoL name and pronouns? a. Huge Beef, she/her

q. What is your WoL's species? a. Sea Wolf Roegadyn

q. What is your WoL's class? Or classes? a. WAR, MCH, NIN, RDM, AST, FSH

q. What data centre/server are you on, if you want people to find you? a. Crystal Malboro

q. Tell us a bit about your WoL! a. Beef was a fearsome pirate captain who was mortally wounded in an ambush and presumed dead. Hydaelyn intervened to ensure her survival, but the tremendous burst of aether she expended in doing so accidentally wiped Beef's brain completely clean and left her with total amnesia. With nothing but her axe and a talent for busting heads, she decided to set forth and become an adventurer. It turns out that it's a great way to get into fights without getting in trouble with the law, earn fame and money, and get the ladies swooning, so she couldn't be happier with her chosen line of work. In her free time she works on fishing boats, seeks out gourmet recipes, and works her charms on as many beautiful maidens as she can.

q. Why should YOU win? (Answer IC!) a. "What kind of question is that? Why WOULDN'T I win? Have you seen me?"

q. Anything else you wanna add? a. hi this is my wol she's a terrible person but she's incredibly sexy so it's fine i guess. also her name is huge beef. because she's huge and beefy. ok thank you for perceiving her

#💎 shout #💎 round one

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FINAL FANTASY VERSE DUMP

final fantasy ix verse: ordained thy crystal doomed

gaia seemed like the perfect planet to become the new terra. or at least, that is what garland thought. when he tried to fuse the crystal’s together, a dark force rejected the terran crystal and foiled garland’s plans. this dark force was none other than sephiroth who had already claimed gaia as his own. sephiroth and garland become locked in a cold war over gaia’s crystal for thousands of years.

sephiroth, with his mastery over hallucinations steered kuja into discovering garland deemed him a failure. with the creation of zidane, sephiroth’s main goal is to foil his programming and make sure he doesn’t not bring about gaia’s end. to anyone outside of garland and kuja, sephiroth veils himself as a benevolent being whose only intention is to save gaia.

final fantasy x verse: come to me o’ boundless souls

this is going under the assumption that final fantasy x and vii take place in the same universe. this verse also takes place after the events of the remake from sephiroth’s perspective.

with the planet’s defenses finally destroyed, sephiroth holds free reign over time. as now a constant of the universe, sephiroth is able to send one self to the recent past to try and change his fate with cloud and company while he sends another self to the distance past. it is in this distance past that he discovers spira and the farplane. seeing a source of energy like the lifestream, sephiroth now plans to use the farplane as a fail safe should he fail again to absorb the power of the lifestream. he becomes interested in yuna as a summoner and seeks to understand more through following her as a shadow.

final fantasy xiii verse: when chaos comes knocking

when bhunivelze fell into a crystallized sleep, pulse created the first fal’cie without divine influence. this fal’cie was sephiroth. originally tasked with helping pulse find the unseen realm, he is the one who discovered the link between the chaos within human souls and the realm they seek to find. when humans began to populate pulse and cocoon, it was he who instigated the war of transgressions through his use of hallucinations and deceptions in order to kill enough humans to rip the gates open.

it was when etro intervened that sephiroth first discovered that she, created without power, found the ability to manipulate the world through the power of chaos. wanting this power for himself, he soon began to seek the unseen realm for the sole purpose of becoming the new god of death. to do so, he seeks to find and kill etro by changing the timeline. his meddling creating enough of an effect to kill many iterations of the seeress yeul and setting caius ballad off on his quest to destroy time.

by the time bhunivelze awakens and decides to create a new world without chaos, sephiroth attempts to guide the savior towards defying bhunivelze in the hopes of keeping a world where he can be the god of death.

final fantasy xiv: the shadow is mine and so is the valley.

on the thirteenth shard of the star, the nightmares of amaurot remained etched upon the earth. having discovered the fossilized remains of an ancient creation, humanity sought to achieve that power for themselves. thus, the jenova project was created and with it, the super soldier and hero sephiroth. originally bred to be a warrior of light, the ascian igeyorhm took it upon herself to use sephiroth as a pawn to bring about a rejoining.

after discovering the experiments that created him, sephiroth went mad. however, his delusions of grandeur became too much for the sundered ascian to take care of on her own and sephiroth’s overwhelming defeating of the true warrior of light brought about the flood of darkness that irrevocably changed the thirteenth shard forever.

however, sephiroth did not perish in the flood. instead, becoming an incredibly powerful voidsent with his will still intact thanks to the ancient power within him. believing himself to be an ancient and the true denizen of the star, sephiroth now seeks to become a new god unburdened with the need for prayer like the primals.

final fantasy xv verse: heaven’s dark harbinger

when adagium was found imprisoned in angelgard, the niflheim empire was also able to covet some of the starscourge trapped within the destroyer’s body. before turning to a magitek army, verstael first tried to make an army of super soldiers using daemonic miasma. the result was sephiroth. though he was the perfect soldier verstael intended, creating an army like him was not time or cost effective and so he turned towards the idea of magitek. however, sephiroth remained in service and rose through the ranks of niflheim. though he is unaware of his creation, ardyn does.

final fantasy xiv: the shadow is mine and so is the valley.

final fantasy xiv: imposter in his image

when ultima forsook them, the circle of malius attempted to create a divine child to commune with their lost god. sephiroth was created by infusing aether directly from the dzemekys mothercrystal with a mother already with child. this was part of the sin that swept the mothercrystal from the world. while the fallen were punished for attempting to use the divine for their own personal gain, the mother still gave birth to a son drenched in aether.

sephiroth is not the perfect creation he was meant to be. though he has the same amount of aether within him as an eikon, he does not share in their powers. he is a bearer in the sense that he can cast magic without a crystal but on a scale far exceeding those of the common man. however, he did have a connection to ultima as the surviving remnant of the mothercrystal's aether which allowed ultima to twist sephiroth's mind.

after learning that he was created through sin, sephiroth grew made and seeks to destroy all humans to make the world ready for ultima's people. like barnabas, his link to ultima means he does not age and as continued to serve through the decades. he is now a general in waloed, though his true loyalties lie with ultima.

#ooc.#i took all the ones from my old blog and put it into one place #plus added a xiv one #which i hope makes sense cause 16 lore is so so dense

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hrodvitnon · 26 days

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Had a thought for the Abraxasverse GxK timeline setup:

Why Goji is so determined to evolve/his experience in the Titan War.

Basically taking the Raymond Martin idea of him trying to fight titans and adding to it with him deliberately provoking Titans into doing shit like Scylla did. And Godzilla constantly having to confront these rampaging titans, not knowing why they’re going nuts, but doing his best to deal with them nonlethally. It’s tough, but he manages it. Even amongst those who would rather just kill him, like Amhuluk.

Until he hears it. The pulse. The cry from deep below. And he remembers how eons ago he had just barely managed to corner the mad king within the Hollow Earth. How he’d fought down to the last man, watching his many allies, even his dear friend Anguirus, fall to the madness of the Skarred One. He was desperate. He was tired. Defeat seemed inevitable. Until he saw it. A crystal, hung from the tip of the mad monarch’s whip. A crystal from his brothers mate who had disappeared all those years ago. The bastard had taken her. And done heaven knows what to her. And now he adorned a piece of her as a trophy. With fury like that of the death of a thousand suns, he charged forward. Mindless, mad, angry. Summoning all his will and power, he unleashed a blast which obliterated the surrounding ground, forcing the apes to retreat. As they grew closer and closer to their home, he finally managed to block the one pathway that could lead them back to the rest of the Hollow Earth. But it was, ironically enough, a hollow victory. His friends were slaughtered and he had only stalled the mad Titan and his army, not eliminated them. Ozymandias would’ve been able to finish it, he told himself.

Feeling that pulse for the first time since that fateful battle sent him into a frenzy. When he first felt it, he thought he was going senile. Even still, it sent him in a rage, maiming poor Scylla in Rome. She had just managed to survive, but it was not for lack of trying on his part. He’d lost control. A rest was what he needed, he thought. After all, he’d been dealing with rampaging titans for months. Monster X and Mothra had helped, but it was still something he felt was his duty. But as he tried to sleep, to block out all the memories that were flooding back, he felt it again. And for perhaps the first time since the Many had ravaged the world seven years prior, he felt true fear. Like he was well and truly alone, even amongst every other voice in the infinite sea. He had barely been strong enough last time, hell, he hadn’t been strong enough last time. He’d gotten lucky. He was weak, a shadow of the king he should be. He couldn’t do it again. He had more allies now, sure, he’d only manage to rally together a few loyal friends the first time, young and inexperienced king that he was. Now he had his queen, the young hybrid, and most of the awakened titans under his command. He probably could even get help from the young rival who had helped him defeat his mechanical mirror some years back. It would take some maneuvering, but he probably could convince him.

But it wasn’t worth it. It couldn’t be. He wouldn’t lose all those he loved all over again. Even if his queen could come back, the others couldn’t, and despite what it may seem he had grown fond of them all. No, he needed to do something different this time. It was time to feast. If the Skarred One wanted war, then he would be an army.

Just some thoughts cause I’m rereading Shamhat and getting ideas. Plus the current GxK brainrot lives rent free so I might as well put it to use. Might have some more “how could X work in the Abraxasverse” ideas later, though I promise they won’t be as fuxked as Godzooky’s was 😅

Definitely an interesting take and something to consider when it comes time for more timeline stuff! And honestly, stuff getting fucked up is on brand for AbraxasVerse, heh.

#darthpan #abraxasverse

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It's Fictional Throwdown Friday!

This Week's Fighters...

James Heller vs Steven Universe!

Conditions:

Speed Equalized. Both start in base.

Scenario:

After the events of Prototype 2, James Heller moves to Beach City with his daughter in an attempt to quietly return to human life. When Steven cheerfully greets him, Heller is distrustful of his friendly attitude and decides to use his shapeshifting powers to get some more intel. Discovering that the local gems used to be galaxy conquering alien invaders, Heller concludes Steven must be working with them. Steven tries to explain (again), but Heller won't listen to his "fucking weird, fucking rambling shit".

Analysis: Steven

Countless years ago, long before the advent of human history, the small, insignificant planet of Earth was discovered by an alien race known as the Gems. The Homeworld Empire would have mercilessly sucked the planet dry, if it were not for the second thoughts of their leader Pink Diamond. Unable to convince her fellow matriarchs of the error of their ways, Pink instead waged a war against herself using the pseudonym Rose Quartz.

This…. is not her story.

This is the story of the son she left behind. This is the story of Steven Quartz Universe.

Growing up mostly unaware of his now dead mother’s dark past, Steven was raised by his homeless father Greg Universe and trained by the three remaining Crystal Gems Amethyst, Garnet, and Pearl. In his youth he’d mostly lazily hang around Beach City and go on missions to subdue Corrupted Gems, or Gems who were forcibly turned into monsters by the Diamonds corruption blast as the fled Earth. However, after Steven would inadvertently lead Homeworld back to Earth, the young boy would be forced to confront the lies his mother left behind and stand against the Homeworld Empire.

Thankfully, Steven develops a wide plethora of powers abd abilities to protect his friends and family. Inheriting all the powers of his mother, Steven can create a pink shield that can manifest in a variety of different ways. It can appear as a small frisbe and a body encompassing bubble, even growing spikes to ward off aggressive adversaries. He can also bubble his fists to increase their punching power. These shields are made if hard light, much like a Gem’s physical body is, which would likely explain how customizable they are.

Similarly, he can summon bubbles to contain objects, sending them home for later use. It should be noted that, while this has a sealing affect on poofed gems (that’s what it’s called when a gem’s physical form is temporarily destroyed), organic beings seem unaffected by it and can break free of these bubbles with ease.

In regards to his movement options, Steven can levitate, controlling the speed at which he falls to the ground in a manner basically synonymous with flight, even being capable of halting his own momentum.

His half gem physiology also grants him a rather bizarre biology. For example, he cam voluntarily shapeshift his own body, even influencing his own age, though this appears to be the one ability he has yet to truly master, as it is often subconsciously influenced by his own image of himself and can easily spiral wildly out of control. His, uh, body fluids also seem to be similarly affected. Don’t worry, it’s not as gross as it sounds.

For example, his spit csn heal the injuries of others, healing Connie’s eye sight and fixing Lapis’s broken gemstone. His tears, meanwhile, can resurrect dead animals and people as unaging pink “zombies” with special powers, such as hair that contains a pocket dimension and a voice that can create portals. The most bizarre trait of his, erm, fluids, is his ability to make plants sentient by licking their seeds, creating an army of Watermelon Stevens fiercely loyal to and protective of him. In great enough numbers, these creations can overpower the Crystal Gems and even threaten the dangerous fusion Malachite with just stone age era technology.

Plus, when knocked out, he can telepathically communicate with and even possess other beings from astronomical distances away. He can even communicate with the Diamonds, despite their diamond auras initially warding him off. Being half diamond himself, Steven should have a similar aura and, thus, similar resistance. Hell, given his aura outright overpowered theirs, his resistance should be stronger.

He can fuse with other Gems to become stronger and, uniquely, can fuse with humans. In fact, Steven can do a lot of things that Gems can’t. His half human biology grants him an immunity to weapons designed specifically to counter gems, causing them to merely harm him at worst or harmlessly tickle him at best. But, this resistance has limits as certain weapons like the Rejuvenator can nullify his powers. Still, he doesn't need to resist an attack to deal with it, as his regeneration is so good that he can heal from broken bones and cracked skulls so fast that he never even notices them.

Similarly, Steven is supremely tough and fast, capable of moving fast enough to appear as a blur in eyes of normal humans long before he mastered his powers. As a teenager, he can fight some of the toughest of the Crystal Gems foes, such as Spinel and Jssper, single handedly and fight them blow for blow. This is impressive on both a skill and a strength front, as both Jasper and Spinel have proven themselves able to defeat the toughest members of the Crystal Gems on occasion, though not without their best weapons available. Keep in mind, the Crystal Gems have been alive for centuries and were known to take down entire battalions during the war on their own. On the strength front, it’s impressive because of what it would mean Steven scales to.

Both Jasper and Spinel have fought Garnet, someone capable of turning sand into glass with the force of her blows and cleaving mountains in half. Most impressively, Garnet could tear apart Peridot’s escape pod, which survived getting blasted down to Earth from orbit at massive speeds. This would put her strength at around 142 kilotons of force.

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Steven is, by the end of the series, definitively one of Garnet’s equals, seeing how he can fight opponents on a similar scale to her. Even at the age of 13, he was able to contend with Bismuth, evenly while actively trying to avoid hurting her.

But all this shies away from the true power Steven wields.

With Steven’s Pink Mode transformations, Steven can channel his full Diamond potential, going from competing with Jasper to actively stomping her. What’s more, if Steven is seperated from his gem, any buffer between him and his full power is completely removed.

The now emotionless and remorseless Gem Steven is all of Steven’s power without an ounce of his humanity or restraint. He's capable of nearly blowing Yellow, Blue, and White Diamond away just by screaming and can effortlessly deflect attacks from all three. This is especially impressive when you consider the Diamonds are the strongest gems in existence. Together, three of the Diamonds could light up the entire night sky from Homeworld to Earth all the way in another galaxy. To create that much illumination, each of the Diamonds would individually be exerting an energy equivalent to 803.33333333 kilofoe. And Steven's Gem form and fully transformed Pink Mode can overpower all three of the Diamonds.

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However, Gem Steven runs the serious risk of killing Steven’s human half, due to his gemstone not being connected to his body, so it’s unlikely he’ll use it willingly. In fact, Steven is highly unlikely to use his most dangerous powers in combat.

Steven’s greatest strength, as well as his greatest weakness, is his empathy. He’ll always sacrifice his physical and mental health to protect others, which has caused him series problems. This tendency, plus his constant exposure to life threatening trauma, as caused him to develop a severe case of PTSD, which can make his powers go haywire of not properly checked in. At it’s worst, it can even forcibly transform him into a giant unstoppable monster.

But, despite all his weaknesses, Steven managed to save Earth and Homeworld. He succeeded where his mother failed and nade tge Diamonds change their minds. Because he’s not his mother. He’s more. He’s Steven Quartz Universe.

Analysis: Heller

It had only been fourteen months after the first Blacklight Virus outbreak had ravaged Manhattan. Fourteen months since New York City begain putting itself back together and its people began to truly live again when the second outbreak struck. Alex Mercer, once the begrudging savior of New York, had completely abandoned his humanity. He'd seen the selfishness of humans and grown disgusted with it, prompting him to unleash a second strain of Blacklight on New York. Deadlier, faster, stronger. This new strain would burn humanity down so that Alex could rebuild something from the ashes.

This attack would leave Sgt. James Heller without a family. He would come home from his tour overseas to find his wife and daughter dead. Stricken with grief, Heller would request reassignment to the front lines of the Manhattan quarantine, hoping to go down swinging to join his family in the afterlife. What he'd get instead was a once in a lifetime shot at revenge against the man responsible. Heller would go at Mercer with nothing but a knife, successfully slitting Mercer's throat.

Unfortunately, this is Alex Mercer we're talking about, so he just regenerated. Impressed with Heller's unrelenting determination, Mercer would transform Heller into one of his "Evolved", allowing James full access to all the powers granted by the Blacklight Virus, while still allowing him to keep his higher brain functions and humanity.

Mercer would attempt to manipulate Heller into helping to bring about his new world order, but Heller would eventually see through his tricks. This would backfire in the worst possible way for Mercer, as James Heller had nothing to lose and wanted nothing more than cold blooded revenge.

James Heller has all the powers you could expect from the Blacklight Virus. He can regenerate and shapeshift down the cellular level, allowing him to regrow from nothing but a puddle and shapeshift himself into any weapon he could possibly need. He can turn his arms into blades and claws to slice apart tanks, create spiked shields that can reflect rockets, grow armour to become completely bullet proof, and turn his arms into whips to pull helicopters right out of the sky. He can even alter his body's density to allow him to glide through the air.

And, like any good bioweapon, Heller can assimilate anyone he touches, copying their genetics and memories perfectly, allowing him to shapeshift into them and even copy their powers perfectly. Using this trick, Heller would devour his way through the ranks of Mercer's Evolved lieutenants, copying all of their powers. He can summon Hunters, giant bio-organic monsters that can crush tanks with their punches, to assist him battle, unleash the Blacklight Virus as a gas, and unleash massive Devastator attacks when he has enough biomass stored within him. Such as the tendril barrage Devastator, which shoots tendrils out of his body everywhere, absorbing everything within a mile radius of him.

Despite having a loud, bombastic temper that would put Kratos to shame and not being good with technology, Heller is a very intelligent and strategic fighter. He has all the combined experiences of every marine and Blackwatch soldier he's absorbed on top of everyone Mercer has and he's smart enough to see through Mercer's bullshit when he tries to string him along. He's frequently able to play the military, Blackwatch, and Mercer's Evolved against each other when he needs to and is skilled enough to take on groups of Evolved at once, many of whom have his same powers.

But despite his monsterous powers and quick temper, Heller would not lose his humanity. He would spare his former commanding officer after learning he too has a daughter and would go out of his way to protect the pastor at a local church. Heller would not succumb to the inhumanity that Mercer had. Not when he had a daughter counting on him. When he learned his little girl was still alive, he found the drive he needed to overcome Mercer once and for all.

After devouring Alex Mercer, James would unleash a tendril barrage so large it covered nearly all of Manhattan, absorbing all of the infected in the city before retracting at Mach 7.87 and generating a kinetic energy equivalent to 106.24 kilotons of TNT.

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The nightmare was over. The infection was gone. And Alex Mercer was dead. Only one question remains for James Heller and his daughter. What now?

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Throwdown Breakdown:

Alright, starting out, the strength gap here in base is basically nonexistent. 106 kilotons vs 142, with a slight advantage to Steven.

Both of these characters have ways of winning the fight instantaneously that they would likely never open with in character. Sure, Steven could just go Pink Mode and vaporize Heller with literal star destroying strength... but he'd never willingly or intentionally do that to someone. Meanwhile, Heller could catch Steven off guard by spraying him with the Blacklight Virus, as Steven is ironically one of the only Crystal Gems that would actually get affected by it due to being organic. But Heller's whole goal was to stop the spread of Blacklight, so he'd never do that either. That and Heller would have to unleash the gas right on top of Steven to actually infect him, as Steven's bubble shields are air tight and would likely block it.

Both combatants are a bit outside of each other's wheelhouse, with one being a sentient humanoid virus and the other a half human, half alien Gem hero. They're not quite like any enemy that the other has fought before. Sure, Steven has fought shaoeshifters, but none of them have quite the variety or creativity that Heller has, as his entire moveset basically is shapeshifting. While Heller has fought shield users and has far more combat experience than any human being realistically ever could, due to his stolen memories, but Steven's shields are much stronger than any that Heller has had to break, being capable of withstanding the entire ocean being dropped on him all at once. And that's on top of Steven having spent most his childhood either training with for fighting against Gem warriors with thousands of years of war experience themselves.

Heller would be able to assimilate Steven if he gets his hands on him. In fact, given the scenario, he'd likely want to so he can learn more about the Gems supposed plans. But he'd have to get through Steven's shields first and that's a bigger issue. They're far too durable for him to break reliably and, even if he could, Steven could just create more. Given that Steven's shields are made of hard light and not a traditional form of matter, Heller likely wouldn't be able to absorb them either. I'd even argue it's entirely possible for Steven to win by just incapacitating Heller by trapping him in his shields like a bubble, as he wouldn't really be able to get out of that.

But in the other hand, Heller only needs to really touch Steven once to win, as he has no resistances to assimilation. And there are ways he could land that, such as by catching Steven off guard with a tendril through the ground or by distracting him with hunters and getting him while he's distracted. Hell, he could even just shapeshift into a random person while Steven's distracted to sell the illusion and catch him off guard. I don't see it as likely that he'd go after someone Steven knows in Beach City or anything to that end, he's not Mercer, but he does still have disguises from people he's absorbed in the past.

But even with those strategies, Steven is still more mobile in the air. Mobile enough to at least limit their effectiveness. Steven's hovering constantly shown to be just as, if not even more maneuverable than Heller's gliding in the air. But then again, Heller's tendrils can spread far enough to coat Manhattan, so even then Heller can still fight from that distance.

I think this fight hinges on both's tendencies in a fight. Steven is very defensive, which makes it very likely that he'd primarily use his shields to avoid Heller's onslaught, and he's very pacifistic. I feel like that makes it pretty likely that Steven would go for trapping Heller in a bubble until he cools off fairly early on. Meanwhile, Heller's first response in a fight is to try and meet his opponent pound for pound. He's going to try and power through and overwhelm Steven first and foremost. Heller is not stupid at all and once he recognizes he can't get past those shields the conventional way, he'd certainly go for those other strategies. But it is not what he'd start with and it'd take him a bit to switch gears. Especially as he's never fought someone like Steven Universe, both in power set and in mindset.

Plenty of people have tried to match James Heller's onslaughts with their own. No one has tried to play it defensively against him and wait him out. Meanwhile, Steven has fought plenty of more aggressive opponents he's had to fight down and wait out. Heller isn't equipped for this fight for the same reason he wasn't genre savvy enough to avoid this fight in the first place. No one in the [PROTOTYPE] universe with powers who is as unflinching good as Steven Universe.

This Throwdown's Winner is...

Steven Quartz Universe!

#fictional throwdown fridays #steven universe #steven quartz universe #prototype 2009 #james heller

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When I visit my family I sometimes get to sit and watch Avatar the last air bender with my little brother and of course as I have consumed media that's my ocs problem now, so gonna make a list under the readmore of what kind of benders my two ocs would probably be lmao, feel free to rb with your bending headcanons for your twos

Axel: probably fire bender, could've been an air bender once when he was a mew but the manipulation of air combined with his pain and anger turned to heat became fire and he lost his airbending entirely for flames though he still uses air bending movements and techniques as that's what he learnt making his fire bending unique. Honestly could've been a candidate for the next avatar before his state was altered allowing him to pass on the genetics for different bending cause lmao his offspring probably shouldn't have different bending abilities but this is for me

Proto: non bender I think incredibly skilled with bladed weapons tho to make up for lack of elemental ability and pretty good at making up for his lack of bending, get bucket of water thrown at u idiot firebender ect. Probably pretty good at sensing seeing and contacting spirits

Scribe: Earth bender I can see him specialising in crystal formations and growth much like how the Unown cause all those funky crystal structures in their respective movie, kind of stunted power wise due to trauma has to only use one type of mineral at a time can't be messy can't mix dirt types can't hybridise crystals. He'll get over this in time, he's just been traumatised by his upbringing

Dusty: Plant bender, I know that's not canon probably spirit world gift specialises in the care and structural manipulation of plant matter and fibre maybe a weird earth bending subspecies he make vines grow cause brrrr, helps probably restore life to areas that have been devastated by natural fire or war

Darkness: Fire bending specialises in lightning bending using it with great satisfaction and joy to it's power and destruction, I'm pretty sure lightning is by mixing water bending moves so likely accidentally taught how to do it by May

May: Water bender however likely very traumatised so can't/won't use her bending it's locked in a sense. Can blood bend in a other worldly state under the full moon if necessary, possibly related to her trauma not sure. Will sit in water and gently holding water in her palms it brings comfort

Matt: Air bender, adapted to using the rest of his body to control summon and move air as no arms using his legs and such to move and channel air into attacks and just generally, could probably create air flows from his limbs once in more control like that water bender in LOK, more flowy movements again taught by May

Imp: Water bending gentle and flowing especially good at water healing and probably spends so much time in the water you wouldn't believe surrounding herself in it for travelling ect a constant secure pressure security blanket, can probably pull some Lapis Lazuli shit summoning water to completely surround and enlarge her form into a giant watery mecha looming over enemy ships like a horrific water deity "you should have left when I showed mercy." before rushing them capsizing them the water wrapping around and cradling dragging them down to a watery grave

MIA: Ice bending, freezes all water she works with due to her steely way and tense manner of bending it tenses and solidifies the water molecules into a frozen state sending deadly icicles and walls of ice to harm enemies. As she deals with her traumas of being forced to rely purely on herself she's able to start making snow rather than cold bitter ice, creating snow flakes that float down melting, flowing the water back up to refreeze it and repeat in therapeutic repeation

AI: Mud/Earth bending, learns the water bending techniques first but could never command water but finding wet mud would move mastering a flowy version of Earth bending first much like how Korra manipulates metal like water, would find the proper earth bending techniques later to achieve more advanced bending but her water bending training will always have an impact on her bending

#Avatar the last airbender au rambles #Can mewtwo just use all elements? Yea but where's the fun in that #Mewtwo the last avatar au #? Maybe? Cause with Axel getting fucked up the avatar state spirit was probably just like ah fuck my loops #Idk silly funny #Tw blood bending #Figured it deserved a warning #Silly mewtwo au go brrrr #My ocs #Mewtwo ocs #Love to hear your thoughts either if you agree or what your mewtwo would specialise in bending #No Rigger cause not canon Proto however squeezes his way into canon

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