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saturdaysky · 28 days

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So… the God of Curiosity! How does he relate to the Lords of the Golden Hill? Is he invited in, is he seen as an interloper or usurper? Absolutely adore these two!

What a great question! I spent the morning refreshing myself on the Lords of the Golden Hills, which is the 5e gnomish pantheon, if anyone's unfamiliar. They are more active in the lives of their followers than other gods.

Also, sorry, this is where I reveal my superpower of being unable to write short answers to anything.

what's a god to a mayhew

Mayhew's parents are historians who take the name "the Forgotten Folk" as a personal insult, so he was weaned on myths and histories of the Lords of the Golden Hills. The Lords set Mayhew's expectations for what gods should be: invested and actively working to make things better.

(couldn't resist drawing mayhew and mamahew)

In game, Mayhew ran into many awful situations that he thinks good gods could have fixed, but didn't. Refugees slaughtered for sport, children locked in Cazador's dungeons for eternity, families enslaved and used as hostages, children murdered by Gortash's Steel Watch, you name it. These people surely prayed, but gods did not save them. Do gods who do nothing deserve worship?

Not to Mayhew. He was FULLY on board with Gale's astral boat scene logic of "we will be gods but BETTER because we CARE and DO STUFF." Mayhew is not a long-term thinker, especially if people are hurting right now, right in front of him. He sees only trees, never forests.

He views himself and Gale as being on their own side. All of his post-ascension decisions are based on them being an inseparable pair shaking up the system. He's not interested in being part of Lords of the Golden Hills.

what's a mayhew to a god

The Lords probably have mixed feelings about him. They would not invite him into their brotherhood. However, his goals often align with theirs, and as long as Mayhew didn't rock their boat too much, they'd be tenuous allies. More about Godhew and other gods under the cut!

Mayhew himself has many Glittergoldian qualities about him -- he's an elusive tale-teller and a sneak, and if you pried his coping mechanism sense of humor from him, he'd probably die on the spot -- so I think he'd get on with Garl Glittergold and Baervan Wildwanderer. Mayhew's not easily flustered, and he'd find it a hoot to be pranked by Garl, so I expect he'd pass any test of character Garl might run an upstart godling through.

Baravar Cloakshadow, god of illusions and deceptions, would be interesting. Mayhew is a born liar (deception is his second-highest skill after history) who cares deeply about protecting others, so on paper they're aligned. However, Baravar counts Mystra among his allies, so this alliance would be a strained one.

But the biggest reason Mayhew isn't interested in becoming a Lord of the Golden Hills? They're concerned primarily with the welfare of gnomes. As a god, Mayhew has broader designs than that.

a god for whom?

Mayhew cares about everyone, especially people who are unimportant. He was a latchkey kid who wandered all over the city from a very young age, poking his nose everywhere it shouldn't be and talking to people just to hear their stories. He probably even made friends with the sewer kobolds, despite historical bad blood between gnomes and kobolds. Most of the alliances Galehew make after ascension are Mayhew's doing. Gale is always grander and more powerful, but Mayhew is better-liked and better-loved by gods and mortals.

In particular, bleeding heart Mayhew is an ally and protector of children. Troublemakers, especially. The most common name he ends up being known by is the Children's God. In 5e, there doesn't actually seem to be a god FOR children, simply gods with "family" as part of their portfolio. To me, that reads as a god for parents. But Mayhew adores kids! In game, he looked out for all of them and spoiled them shamelessly via the barter menu. All the urchins got cash, clothing, trinkets, snacks, protective magical items, etc. He bought soup from Yenna every day. He gave Mattis 2000 gold (😭) for a key he never even used (😭)...and gave the amulet of greater health (😭)...and some grenades because all children should have a chance to make bad decisions...

To kids, he's like an imaginary friend who'll help you out of a tight spot, aid your capers, and shield you from terrors. When a child ages out of needing an imaginary friend, he's there as the God of Curiosity -- and what is curiosity without drive? Perhaps they'll follow their dreams in the footsteps of his partner, the God of Ambition. Completely unintentionally, Mayhew probably ensures the longevity of the Galerian religion this way.

Not all of Mayhew's ideals survive ascension, though he goes in with good intentions. He loses some of himself, but his love for people is the core of him. It doesn't change.

#asks #mightymizora #i am so sorry you asked one question and i answered like ten #i just have SO many thoughts!!!#mayhew #galehew #my art #bg3 #'mayhew sounds like a CHA character but he's a wizard?' yes. also criminal & warlock. he failed repeatedly at wizardry til he got tadpoled #he resented gale 'jsyk i am a wizarding prodigy' dekarios for a while. while falling for him. stupid wonderful gale. hate that guy #galehew was secret rivals to lovers from mayhew's POV. gale had no idea. he was on the colleagues to friends to lovers train #why is mayhew forever ride or die for god gale? mayhew sacrificed himself to be illithid but could not live that way #god gale turned him back and turned him divine. he gave mayhew back to himself. gave him back his heart. a happy ending despite it all #nothing will ever turn mayhew from gale now. not even if gale turned evil

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aita-blorbos · 6 months

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Am I the asshole for ditching my best buddy and my brother on a road trip?

Forgive me for not including anyone's ages in this, as I see is customary to this board, but no way to measure age had been yet invented for my people at the time of this story; indeed neither sun or nor moon had risen over our land, and we were lived in twilight eternal.

I will have you know, then, that I was at the time of this tale already mature of age, and a King among my people. It was our great fortune to be invited out of the darkness to the Undying Lands -- to your people, I am told, these are the lands of the Gods, though we call them no such names. Where our lands were of shadow theirs were of light, and we were told of great beauty and lesser danger than our own starlit home. I travelled with two other peoples; I was close in friendship with the King of one of them. For anonymity here I will refer to him as "Fin." My host was the largest of the three peoples. My brother, whom I shall call "Ol" to preserve his privacy, took up one half of it; I led the other. One night, returning from boys' night with "Fin," and wishing for solitude -- for ever he left my mind busy!-- I journeyed alone through a forest. You have seen me describe our lands as dark; be assured this forest was darker, with no stars to guide me. For a moment I thought myself lost, and upon taking a strange turn I found myself in the company of the most enchanting creature I had ever encountered.

Her beauty was beyond compare; her magic such that even now, married to her for centuries, I can find no words for it. I abandoned my journey in heart that instant. Together we gazed into each other's eyes and wove an enchantment.

There is no way to tell exactly how long we stood so, but many say it was at least one hundred years. We returned to my people -- or what was left of them!-- wed. It seems that after many search parties had been sent out for me, most had given up the search and left. None remained who could take me across to the other lands. That suited me just fine. I had come to realize I loved the twilight, and built my kingdom in it with those who had loved their lord well enough to stay.

However, it seems my best friend and brother are probably bummed about this. Was I, as you say, the asshole to abandon my journey?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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glapplebloom · 1 month

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The 100th Issue of Friendship is Magic...

Team Rainbow Dash has made it to Ornithia, Captain Celaeno's hometown and Bird Kingdom. Ignoring the class system, Celaeno's family worked for the Royal Family, so she lived up high. And they came at a perfect time: there's a wedding happening and Rainbow Dash is excited. The last wedding she attended had a Changeling invasion and the other groups found hidden temples, so that's basically a formula for excitement.

Too bad for Dash apparently the Tree of Harmony was already discovered and mastered. Most of it. So far it is more friendly since Celaeno knows these guys so well they're practically family. Even the King and Queen are friendly to her. Especially Ocypete who according to Prince Aello they were like Sisters. It's a shame she's marrying Prince Huginn of the Western Ravens. He doesn't seem as friendly as the other bird royalty. And our two Spy Couples think something is up with him.

So Ocypete explains to the group about their Tree of Harmony called the Tree of Love. According to her, while the Elements of Harmony is a General term, the Trees represent a specific type of deep connection. Theirs is love, which is why each bearer is married. Also explains the sister thing with the dogs. Not Zecora's or Capper's though since that focused on friendship like the ponies. She explains it as Love, Family, History, Purpose, and Patriotism. Those sound so dumb. Love and Family makes sense, but History?

How does having the same history make your bond strong? There are stories about overcoming your history and being better than the past. How does having the same purpose make your bond strong? People can have the same purpose but different ways of doing it to the point that you may question that purpose. How does having patriotism make your bond strong? In fact, that leads to more conflict than anything. Let's not forget like Purpose, people can take things to extremes you question said patriotism.

And here's where the Knights of Harmony finally get introduced. Ocypete explains they were the ones who built the temples and taught each realm how to use the elements. Their home was Cunabula, a place of eternal peace and love. The outside world was in chaos and they wanted to help others find their own Elements of Harmony. They "never sought to rule other lands". They were looking for a 6th bond by the time the story focused on the Birds.

They had lights to show each connection, but as each one got shut off the Queen at the time worried about an attack. So they hid their city waiting for an attack that never came. There was only one light that kept shining and that was the Knights of Harmony. So when the lights were coming back, the Birds wanted to activate their own Elements. Thus the fast forward to have three couples being the element bearers. We got the King and Queen, the Prince and his wife, all that remains is the Princess. She needs to be in love, so she is getting married.

I'm a single person, so I wouldn't know, but getting married should be something you do AFTER you fall in love. And Celaeno seems to agree. As the two birds talk in private, Dash and Spitfire go investigating the carvings. We go back to Lyra and Bon Bon who are spying on the fiance. Bon bon being the better of the two. The bird talking didn't work out and our Spies got found out.

And here is where things start going faster. We basically get confirmation that Celaeno and Ocypete are in love (which I do support, it's like a Pirate Aladdin/Jasmine thing going) even with the reveal her father gave our bird a ship as long as she didn't take his bird. And as Ocypete leaves, Celaeno gets hit and captured. Which leaves Dash and Spitfire who also get captured.

When we see them, they're on Celaeno's ship and are about to crash. Celaeno saved them just in time but her ship is gone. With everyone safe and regrouped, they figured out the plan: the wedding is to ensure the Elements NEVER get activated since Ocypete is marrying someone she hates. So they got a wedding to crash and thanks to Rainbow Dash Celaeno arrives just in time to object to this union. And during a fight with the Raven, it is revealed Celaeno is the 6th bearer, thus confirming the two birds are in love.

With the Raven defeated, he reveals the reason he did this: to save the Kingdom from being Destroyed. Cue big splash page of Ceridwen explaining who she is, what their plan is and her attempt to destroy the kingdom. We don't see the resolution since Dash has to Rush to Equestria/Canterlot to warn Twilight of the Knights of Harmony. Back with Twilight, alongside Starswirl and other smart ponies try to figure out where these temples came from but find nothing.

That's when Rainbow Dash comes crashing in with a warning the Knights of Harmony are coming. And this is their 100th issue, a lot crammed into one comic to rush to the finale. For the good, honestly I do like Celaeno and Ocypete’s story. They were the two focus of this story so they get to do a lot of talking about their relationship. While I would have liked a flashback or two, it still shows more character to the one who does need it.

If this was split into two or three issues, I think it would benefit more. But now the thing I am not a fan of: the world building. Between this and their story, this is all the information we get about the Knights of Harmony and it's only their side of the story. With how they act and how they categorize the Elements they aren’t as beneficial as they’re selling themselves to be. They want control and anyone not following their way is a threat.

It's why during the rewrites I made sure to include the Knights so they can be introduced sooner. To build up to their confrontation. And this issue does show how well that could have worked. Again, if it wasn’t crammed into one issue it would have been a good build up. As for the rewrite, honestly I think most of this story could be kept. Just change the Elements of Love to some other Love Based McGuffin and boom.

#green lantern apple bloom #mlp review #MLP Revisit #idw comics #comic series #season 10

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darthstitch · 2 years

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Keepsakes and Memories: Love Only Knows

take me away from this old game

See, Hob knows this dance. He knows every step, every movement, every little trap laid out in the open, waiting to be sprung by angry words and furious recriminations.

He could see it all laid in front of him, as Dream tells him the story. And Dream comes by his title honestly, gods help them all. The Prince of Stories tells his tale as the ancient legend that it is, passed down through the generations, kept alive only in memory. How a beautiful queen fell in love with an immortal being and how she sought him relentlessly, not knowing of his true nature. How the animals of that land gave her aid and how her path eventually led her to a great Castle, where the King of All Night's Dreaming ruled. How he'd been charmed by her persistence and offered to make her his Queen. How frightened she had been when she realized she had confessed her love to one of the Endless, and that it would only lead to disaster for her and her people.

And how, indeed, it did not end happily ever after for either of them. Nada suffering unjustly in hell for the last 10,000 years, her kingdom destroyed and her surviving people only the briefest shadow of the glory that had been theirs, passing on her tale to their daughters and sons. How Dream had not forgiven her for choosing Death over queenship of the Dreaming, an eternal place by his side.

An ancient legend. Every word of it true. Dream does not spare himself in this, selfish, capricious, passionate and unbearably cruel.

Hob watches Dream shrink into himself, shoulders hunched, his eyes a fathomless darkness, giving nothing away. Waiting. Waiting for the next step of this wretched dance, the next move of this ridiculous game.

Hob gently cradles Dream's face in his hands. "Now you listen to me. Go off and do what you need to do. Get Nada out of Hell. Make things right. And you come home to me, do you understand?"

"What?" There it was now, the darkness in his eyes giving way to that more familiar blue, almost comical in his surprise.

"You heard me, Dream of the Endless. You don't get to do this shite, you understand? You don't get to be the tragic figure, standing in the rain, for stupid selfish things you've done in the past. There's nothing to be done about that, except to make it right when you can and live with everything else."

"Hob, I -- " Dream tries to twist away, red flooding his cheeks, his skin suddenly almost feverish hot to the touch. He tries to take refuge in his familiar pride. "You dare to ---"

Hob Gadling is unrelenting. "Swear to me you won't do anything stupid - you save her and you come home. Promise me!"

He's not surprised when Dream folds into his embrace, hiding his face in the crook of Hob's neck, shaking. He's not surprised when he feels tears, because Hob's not exactly dry-eyed himself. He finds himself murmuring endearments in his old tongue, pressing kisses into the soft feathery mess of Dream's hair.

"I promise you all this. With everything that I am. I swear it."

2. love only knows if we'll give in to fear

Dream has been warned about this before.

That his stiff, unyielding pride would eventually lead to his own downfall. That Nada wasn't the only dreadful tale in a life filled with a great many sins and other monstrous deeds. That a thousand dreamers now paid the price for that one moment where he had faltered in his duty, which led to a star going mad and a universe dying.

So many sins. So many sorrows. So much grief.

For such a long time, Dream had thought that there was really only one way to make things right. Only one way to atone for everything. He'd considered it carefully, in the hundred years that he'd spent trapped in Burgess' hedge-magic prison. He'd seen the path unfolding in front of him and the many torturous twists and turns he would need to take to get there.

But then, there was Hob Gadling. And he'd made a promise, a binding oath to this man, cherished and best beloved.

Fortunately, it was a Wednesday and Dream did have a standing appointment.

"I find myself in need of your assistance, Captain of the Host."

"What an amazing coincidence. I thought I ought to pay my sibling a visit, Dream. It has been a long time since I've seen them."

3. you were the secret i loved to keep

The Hellfire Club was Eddie Munson's idea.

Of course, Eddie claimed that he'd really been inspired by Professor Gadling talking about the Hellfire Clubs of 18th century Britain and Ireland, to say nothing about the infamous Everlasting Club of Jesus College. What? Eddie had read about it in this well-loved and battered book of classic ghost stories.

That story had been retold by Murphy during one suitably dark and stormy night and it was, in fact, the moment that everyone had decided he would make for an amazing DM. So they'd welcomed Murphy into the club and even presented him with the official t-shirt.

(Professor G now treasures a picture of a very bemused Murphy wearing said Hellfire Club shirt, framed and set prominently on his desk. "Inspiration!" He would say cheerfully, even as Murphy would shake his head and murmur, "Oh my gods…")

Today, they were inducting a new member into the club, brought in by Lucas' little sister Erica. The Hellfire Club wasn't just for the older students, really. Steve had started it by bringing along the younger kids he'd been babysitting - the better, he said, to keep them out of trouble and out of the way of whoever had the title of "Bullying Git" for that particular level. Eddie had become friends with Max precisely because she'd been hiding from her wanker of a stepbrother and it was one of those happy coincidences that she'd already become friends with Mike and the others before she became an official club member.

So Erica bringing along her new classmate to the Club? No big deal. He would be welcomed.

And actually, they were in luck because Murphy was hanging out with them, waiting for Professor G to finish up his other classes. Murphy was currently having a Serious Conversation with Mike's little sister, 4 year old Holly, and the adorableness was already being recorded for posterity (read: Professor G), by a snickering Iggy.

So Erica lets herself into the old rehearsal room that they regularly met up in when the Drama Club wasn't in session, followed by her new friend.

"So hey, guys, here's my friend I was telling you about -- "

"Uncle Dream?!!"

Murphy blinked. And then smiled. "Hello, Jed Walker."

How he managed not to get knocked over by an excited 12 year old boy while holding on to a giggling little girl, was something short of a miracle.

Everyone gaped. "Uncle…. Dream?"

"Yeah! He's my Uncle Dream! And he's really cool, 'cause he's the real Sandman!"

"Dude, what?"

"It is one of my names," Murphy said mildly, putting an arm around Jed and letting him lean against him. "And he is my nephew, which makes him joining the club a very pleasant surprise."

"Talk about stellar references, dude," Iggy chortled.

Well, there was nothing for it. "Welcome to the club, Master Jed Walker," Eddie said, adding a formal bow as a flourish.

Erica shook her head. "You are so telling me everything about this later, Jed."

Jed shrugged. "That's pretty much everything. He's Uncle Dream and I didn't know he was part of your club."

"Dude. He's our DM. And he's like, the best DM everrrrr," Iggy drawled.

"Co-signed!" The rest of the club chorused their agreements, which made Dream incline his head regally to acknowledge the compliment.

Dustin was thinking something over. "Murphy…. Murphy… Murphy…. wait a minute. Murphy as in Morpheus?"

"Another of my names, yes."

"So, like do you like do the whole magic with the dreams and the sleep thing -- " Dustin's impending barage of questions was suddenly interrupted by:

"Mister Sandman," Holly sung out loud, perfectly pitched. "Bwing me a dweaam?"

Murphy… uh… Dream? smiled again and very gently touched his finger to her nose (wait, an actual boop?), making her giggle. "Perhaps later, when you're ready for your nap."

Yeah, that Cryptid File they had was definitely going to get an update.

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Footnote the First: Look, every babbu in the general vicinity of Dream of the Endless has decided that they are going to attach themselves to him like nobody's business. Including Daniel Hall, eventually, but in a very good way that involves nothing of the Kind Ladies or other sad-inducing, potentially apocalyptic events.

Footnote the Second: Iggy had the sense to take a video of Holly happily singing the "Mister Sandman" song to a very amused Dream. Professor G was absolutely delighted with this, which resulted in the class getting to host another D&D session at the New Inn with "proper provisions" enough to fuel a hundred quests against demigorgons.

Footnote the Third: Something always came up whenever Dustin tried to corner Dream so that he could solidify his "Cryptid File." Dustin is starting to suspect some sort of magic meddling in this. Actually, Dream just ended up getting distracted by the adjacent little siblings of the Hellfire Club members.

Footnote the Fourth: A new student eventually joined Professor Gadling's "favorite" class. She was Jed's older sister, Rose.

#the sandman #dream of the endless #hob gadling #dreamling #dream/hob #i crack what i want #michael the archangel #stranger things fusion #put tongue firmly in cheek and leave canon at the door #shhh nobody tell neil #dream finally makes a few sensible life decisions #omg

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mintibunny · 9 months

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Green 💚 True Love's Kiss/Magic Kiss Minti/zero

(I didn't know what a magic kiss was, so I had to look it up. I'm also sorry this didn't turn out the way you probably expected. I don't know what came over me, tbh.)

True Love's Kiss/Magic Kiss Minti/Zero

Not Sprout friendly, sorry! CW: Talk about consent, adult language, adult situation.

Once upon a time, there was light that shined upon the world.

It was light eternal. Perfect, and brilliant, but static. Never moving. There was no reason for it to do anything but shine, after all, shine forevermore upon the sinners of the world.

Then came the Warrior of Darkness, and her friends and allies. Together, they broke the light's hold over the world, and flooded the world with blessed night.

The world was saved. All lived freely in the light and the darkness in equal parts.

The End.

But that wasn't the whole story, was it? Of course not.

The darkness would not be denied, like the light. It would surge forth through the gateways given it, Ascians be damned.

The Warrior of Darkness would need to become the Warrior of Light , and venture into the very home of the voidsent that plagued her home.

Allies to gain, dread lords of the elements to vanquish. There was so much work to be done before anything on this world could be saved.

In the midst of all this, appeared the Memoriate, Zero, lord of their own domain. Theirs was a reluctant home to the voidsent who had nowhere else to go, who saw Zero's strength as refuge.

We were wary of them, at first.

Yes, I was. And rightly so, don't you think?

We had no contract to bind them to our service; our soul was given to another.

There was a symbiotic relationship, found in an encounter in Ul'dah. A soul crystal entrusted to us by a woman of Garlemald. A voidsent of my very own - Altoprima - to help me wield the scythes used by Garleans of old. Where to put them, with everything a Warrior of Light must know: the white mage's creation; the black mage's destruction; rage of warriors past, and...and regret. And honor, and duty, and song, and rage, and Twelve above we can't keep ourselves whole -

For as long as all those held your fancy. You hold a samurai's blade much more closely these days.

Every tool has a time and purpose. What Zero would call "contracts."

Does that belief apply to people, as well?

Later, in Radz-at-Han, when we got into a long talk about how people show emotions - how they show love and appreciation for each other - that was when the kiss happened. When they proposed a contract, just the two of us. When I taught Zero about consent.

They got close to me, just like how they'd seen that Au Ra couple kissing at the Meyhad. One hand pushing me against the wall I was leaning against, the other placed on my breast. Their eyes staring into me, their mouth curled up in a smile, just like the lover had done to theirs. A perfect mimicry. "If I were to forge a contract with you, with the intention of 'making you scream like a whore in my bed,' how would I go about doing this?"

Did it unnerve you, seeing them like this?

Yes. I wished they had some emotion in their voice. Something to reassure me.

They did not make you feel safe.

No.

There it is, come bubbling up to the surface again. 'Safe.' How are we to feel 'safe.'

Can I continue?

Go on. We're listening.

I explained, to the best of my ability, and with trembling voice, that they were scaring me. That they needed to stop. I didn't see Y'shtola nearby - there was Nidhana, I think.

And? Did they?

They stopped, yes. I don't think they realized, I don't know if my fear registered for them. But they stopped. I had to push their arms back, but they stopped. "If the terms of the contract make you uncomfortable, then shall we negotiate something else?" they said in that flat voice of theirs. "Yes," I replied. "At the Meyhane, please."

We spent the rest of the night together talking about consent and safety, at the Meyhane, talking by lantern-light. They were...surprisingly understanding, for a voidsent. I was wary about letting them touch me again, but I did allow a good night kiss. A "contract" to seal our friendship, made better. I wonder if that was wrong.

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I have come to respect and trust Zero more, these past months we've spent together. We are colleagues first, growing friends second. I see glimpses of the soul they once were, before the Darkness engulfed the Thirteenth. It is my hope that we can work together and learn from each other, while respecting each others' boundaries.

#final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #final fantasy oc #ffxiv #minti wol #final fantasy viera #minti chocolate #endwalker #answered asks

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real-life-senshi · 1 year

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Thank you @hikamaus for the tag! I'm answering this as a way to get myself back onto making blog content for this blog!

The Rules: Tag (9) people you want to know better and/or catch up with, then answer the following:

Four Ships:

Reinako (Hino Rei x Aino Minako from Sailor Moon franchise, but specifically in live action PGSM): Please feel free to visit my blog to fully understand the scope of my love for this ship. Words alone within a post is not enough! lol I think Reinako as a ship isn't necessarily considered officially canon, though the original manga's Stars arc suggest them favourited by Takeuchi Naoko to be together. Frankly it kinda came out of nowhere until the Rei and Minako's Girl School Battle side story, and then they are like glued together in the last arc of the manga, so it's a suggested slow burn? The live action is a whole different beast, these two were thrown into each other's lives like a tornado. Their story beautifully complex and messily dramatic for a supposed kids-oriented sentai-like serie. These two had me at a choke hold and my heart and soul was theirs ever since.

Swan Queen (Emma Swan x Regina Mills, Once Upon A Time): The ship I suffered heart aches from the most. The Savior and redeemed Evil Queen co-parenting a son, their character history and dynamic was filled with so much artful subtext and plot parallels, it was such a waste they didn't end up together. They had so much potential, but screw heteronormativity in consumed media. Literally they would have become the canon main pairing of the series had one of them been a man. *deep breath and heavy sigh*

Royai (Roy Mustang x Riza Hawkeye from Fullmetal Alchemist): " I want you to protect my back. Do you understand? To entrust my back to you means that you can shoot me from behind anytime. If I step off of the path, shoot and kill me with those hands. You are qualified to do that. Will you follow me?" from Roy to Riza pre-main story "Don't go where I can't follow." from Riza to Roy at the end of their series. They have so many other iconic moments together, but these two quotes will stay with me forever as the most romantic thing I've ever read. They are basically canon in a way where these two are confirmed to be at each other's side for eternity but their shared goals meant they'll likely never act on their feelings overtly. It's all about the subtext and knowing the shared layered history, and more importantly, the sins they wish to atone for, striving to make the word better.

Bumbleby (Blake Belladonna x Yang Xiao Long from RWBY): After 8 volumes and 6 chapters with the most amazing slow burn story done well in mainstream media, these two officially became canon very recently. But at what cost? (jfc the developments of V9C7 and V9C8 was soul-shattering) But seriously though, Blake and Yang's chemistry was made clear from the very start. There's even significance to their character design - eye colours that mirrors each other's aura colour - the colour of one's soul! Like the signs were there even before the series STARTED. Then the darker, heavier elements of the story revealed itself starting the end of Volume 3, and we see both Yang and Blake making personal sacrifices for the sake of each other, without understanding the devastating impact of their different act of self-sacrifice had on each other. Both had personal challenges and barrier to overcome before they could commit themselves to each other. And boy, oh boy, how they bounced back stronger and more beautiful than ever! "She's not protecting me, and I'm not protecting her. We're protecting each other!"

(Y'all all my ships are blonde x dark haired lol)

Last Song: Worthy sang by Casey Lee Williams, even if it's only the preview. I can't wait for the full song to be out. Yeah I'm still in the honeymoon phase of V9C6, trying to ignore C7 and C8.

Currently Reading: I've not really been reading anything, just trying to lose myself in video games. I'm slowly chipping away edits on Echoes of Time, so I guess I'm reading when I'm also writing?

Last Movie: I've not watched a movie in so long, I honestly have no clue. lol

Craving: I'm eagerly waiting Legend of Zela Tears of the Kingdom's release! I'm also wanting to get back to making gifs, illustration and liveblogging for the blog, but it's been tough. :(

Tagging: absolutely no pressure doing this. I'm just tagging coz it's the rule, though I certainly don't mind getting to know people better! I would love to get to know the folks who I consistently see supporting my work across the years but I don't think I've really chatted much with. Even though I don't always reply or react, I love seeing your names pop up in my activity! :) @myucornerorg @sailorscooby @sirazaroff @izazizan @koroktorok @luna-whiskerskers @papillon82fluttersby @zaruba-needslove @primasylph @fiftyen3 I wanted to tag you but I think you have tagging disabled? :(

#tagged #khmyh replies #me #tag game

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i-did-not-mean-to · 2 years

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Sorry, @lycheesodas, I completely forgot to post this one...

So, here's the almost angst-free (ok, not really) reunion of Beleg and Mablung after they---you know lol

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Warnings: reference to death

The secluded, wooded area was strongly reminiscent of a realm passed beyond memory itself and Mablung was unsurprised to find his old friend standing motionlessly between the tall, dark trees as if he had grown roots himself.

“Hail Captain Beleg,” he called, “great archer and friend to those deserving…and even to those who might not be.”

The way that fair hair moved when the so warmly greeted Elf turned around reminded Mablung of falling stars; he had never been quite superstitious – or hopeful – enough to make a wish upon them before, but, in this second, it felt to him as if his most fervent and intimate pleas had been heard and granted, nonetheless.

“Is that how you’d address me now?” Beleg asked with a queer smile, “Have time and dishonour overgrown the roots of your affection as the more voracious of fauna does? Has my failure thrived thus and choked out the life from the love you once bore me?”

Mablung stayed his steps; he had barely noticed that he had started moving towards the midnight gleam of the one he had held so dear through the ages.

“After…” he started and fell silent again; so many things had happened that their bones were saturated with the liquid lead of loss, and he had not dared presume that those old bonds – no matter how cherished – were still intact when all the rest of the beliefs he had taken to his grave had fallen to ash in his bloodied hands.

Beleg lifted his own hand – pristinely clean – to stem the tide of the other’s self-recriminatory words. “Let’s not yet talk about cursed stones and fated realms,” he pleaded softly, “not yet.”

Their eyes met in silent suffering; in the hollow sound of that much-beloved voice, the echo of another tragedy roared furiously: the story of the child they had raised, the child they had tried to protect, the child they had lost, Túrin who was severed from them forevermore, leaving behind a phantom pain that ailed them relentlessly.

That woefully human friend of theirs had been swaddled in a shroud – they both knew that even their best efforts could not possibly have counteracted the maledictions cast upon his name – and yet, their failure to save the man despite their earnest endeavours to shield and defend him had left marks even re-embodiment could not erase.

“Will you hold me?” Beleg asked quietly, his luminous eyes radiant with a vulnerability that was such a stark contrast to his unyielding strength and courage, “Will you embrace me as you did in the past, before…misfortune struck us down?”

The ground was dispiritingly even and smooth beneath the soft leather of his soles, Mablung thought distractedly as he flew into the outstretched arms of Beleg, sucking in the clean smell of fresh air and dark greenery greedily.

In life, Mablung had been described as tight-lipped and cold-hearted more than once, an unfair assessment if one was to ask anyone who had seen behind his mask of cool efficiency and dignified service, but, in this moment, his mouth was gaping wide-open as he drew in ravenous, ragged breaths so haphazardly that he nearly choked on mere air.

“Peace, my love,” Beleg laughed, rubbing his hand soothingly in wide circles over the broad back of his fellow captain, “eternity is ours. There are no threats or foes to anticipate here, not anymore, never again.”

Mablung heard his words and knew them to be truthful – when had Beleg been anything but beautifully veracious? – and despite this knowledge, he couldn’t help the surge of desperate possessiveness swelling within him as he clasped his own hands around a face he had missed for long years of deprivation and strife.

There were so many questions yet unasked pertaining to the fates of souls that had been the colourful threads in the discreet brown and green tapestry of their lives, but the very notion of urgency seemed futile in this hallowed realm of peace and comfort. They would talk, much later, and exchange their tales of woe, weeping into each other’s hands with purifying abandon.

In this moment though, their mouths were spoken for. Sketching words of love and apology that would never be fully enunciated, they pressed their open lips upon every expanse of skin they could reach in their eagerness to bask in the familiar smell, texture, and taste of the one they had longed for so desperately.

“You didn’t come back,” Mablung sighed, thinking back on the long days of waiting and the echo in his chest where before, there had ever been a thrumming fullness. He had known then that Beleg – beloved, faithful, stubbornly honourable Beleg – had overreached and perished.

Another man, less dutiful and more prone to fits of passion, might have cursed the Valar and fate itself for rewarding steadfast loyalty with an untimely demise but Mablung – driven by the very echo that carved into his heart layer by layer – only redoubled his own unyielding determination to do what he saw as being right and just.

“I am sorry,” Beleg exclaimed, tightening his arms around the solid body of his companion who had been but a ghostly apparition conjured up by his desperate longing for far too long, “blame him not for it was I – foolhardy and reckless in my love – who have brought this upon myself. I only regret the pain my disappearance must have caused you, my dearest.”

“We have both been enmeshed in the doom of Túrin,” Mablung smiled for, even after what had transpired, he still believed in the righteousness of their actions and the inevitability of destiny. They had acted according to their own moral standards despite the circumstances, and nobody could have asked any better of them.

Haltingly, Mablung sketched the outline of the things Beleg had not been witness to into the still air between them; when he saw what a devastating effect his words had on the stolid captain though, he was tempted to consider Beleg’s early death a mercy.

“My king,” Beleg sighed, “my…”

Again, they looked at each other for a long time, exchanging memories and tender regrets without speaking a single word; Túrin had been, in many ways, the desperately yearned-for son of Doriath and its inhabitants and forthwith, he would forever be mourned bitterly by those whose eternal hearts could not forget how it had felt to be his cradle.

“Maybe…” Beleg whispered on, a spark of hope flashing in his eyes, but he dared not speak those words of reckless longing for another life intertwined with theirs. The idea of raising, teaching, and loving another young one was a pulsating wound within his heart, oozing feelings he dared not study too closely.

“Not yet, my love,” Mablung replied softly, pushing those new hands – too white, too clean, too smooth – into the silken hair of the other to pull him close once more, “let me hold you tight until the fear of waking up without you subsides.”

Beleg merely settled his cheek against the strong, reliable shoulder of his fellow captain and truest love; if both of them were here and so were the trees, a new life of duty and service could be hewn out of the darkness still clinging to the edges of their soul.

“In time,” Mablung went on after a long moment of melting into their surroundings and the intimately familiar and yet ever-surprising flesh of a soulmate, “we can start anew.”

Many were the souls that – finding themselves safely ensconced in a body once more – sought out unknown pleasures and indulgences here, beyond the confines of the known world, but such was neither the nature nor the desire of Beleg and Mablung.

True to their essence and to each other, they would roam the dense borders of the dark treeline in watchful anticipation.

“Let us walk the perimeter.”

Their hands intertwined and their shoulders touching, they set out in much the same fashion and at the steady pace of habit to take up their vocation of guarding and defending cheerfully.

At long last, they were no longer alone, and the burden of fear lightened into the scintillating joy of self-actualisation and pride.

“Mablung has returned as well,” Elwë sighed, sitting comfortably in a high, white tower and extending an empty goblet to his brother expectantly as he heard the faint echo of intermingling laughter that filled his heart with a tinkling of happiness he had not thought he’d ever experience again.

So, this is the slightly more positive Beleg and Mablung story.

Lots of love from me <3 I hope you liked this <3

#fanfiction #writing #the silm #the silmarillion fic #Beleg #Mablung #Beleg x Mablung #reunion #after death #trauma and hope

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frank what’s your favorite horror movie?

Frank, I need you to understand that I do not mean in the, like, 'oh, I watched a lot of horror movies' way. I mean that when I was a kid, horror was basically the only genre of fiction I read with any regularity because I didn't have any other genre that interested me. I am talking about a period of time from roughly the ages of 11-14 when I literally couldn't sleep unless I was doing something to make me scared. When I talk about horror being my favorite horror movie, I mean that to this day it's still my favorite genre and my favorite movie. To the point where it's weird. Like, do I want to see more horror movies? Yes. I'm constantly thinking about that. But if you'd asked me five years ago what my "favorite horror movie" was, I never would have guessed the Shining, which is, to my eternal shame, my second favorite film. But the Shining is, to my eternal shame, also my favorite horror movie – my favorite horror movie period.

In some ways it's surprising how influential horror was, because I never really went to horror movies until the mid 90s. It was this weird anomaly. I would go to a local theater on a Friday or Saturday night in early adolescence and see a late night showing of one of the more obscure or not-so-popular (there weren't a lot of them in my area) horror movies and go, 'Wow, I don't see movies like that nearly enough. This is my favorite thing in the world.' Not only was it my favorite thing in the world, it was my favorite thing in a weird way that made it hard for me to just watch the movie like any other person. I had to make myself pay attention and care in a way that isn't often necessary to watch something. And I have a feeling that's probably why I find the psychological and horror genres to be so appealing. Not only is the stuff I read frightening and interesting, but it's also the sort of thing I can spend hours reading and analyzing.

When I talk about horror as being my "favorite horror movie," I'm not saying that all horror is the same. I'm saying that horror has been a primary source of joy in my life for as long as I can remember and I don't know what that would look like if it were any other genre. It's not a question of liking the movie or reading the book; I'd probably like almost every movie that gets enough recognition. If you'd asked me to name the movie I liked most a decade ago, I might have said a really obscure French film I saw on a plane.

I think if horror was a genre that's easier to like – a genre that gives a lot more to think about – it might get a lot of attention. Horror often gives you a lot to say about art and life and meaning and how people work. Horror often feels like it offers something unique and different that people might want to talk about and think about. It's often a genre that's interesting, but not so interesting that it doesn't provide a wide variety of opportunities to talk about it with people.

If someone told me I liked "the kind of stuff other people like," my response would probably not be super enthusiastic. I'd say something about how my taste was probably very different from theirs. And if I started to talk about why that was, I would probably end up in a huge argument or something.

I love horror because it lets me use the imagination. It lets me think about how a person might think. It allows me to consider the possibilities that are usually cut out of so many stories. There's a huge world out there and I'm really curious about the stuff that's hidden in it. And horror makes it easy for me to imagine a vast world of things that are hidden and frightening and mysterious. Horror stories are a way for me to live in the unknown, which is one of my favorite things about the world and one of my favorite ways for me to live in the world.

So, what's my favorite horror movie?

#deathbyfemme

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late-to-the-fandom · 1 year

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Character Relationships Tag

THANK YOU @spuddlespud for tagging me in this! I have always wanted an excuse to do this for Renathal’s various relationships. And fair warning I took this so serious so it is long (I hid it under the break, you’re welcome 😂)

Tagging: @shipping-through-eternity @mousterian-writes @diaryofomellas @scourge-lover I would love to see your character’s relationships in a nice bullet point list where I can keep track 😂

Denathrius - Renathal’s relationship with Denathrius is a mix of father/son and God/creation. Without meaning any offense, I drew a lot from my experience watching Protestant Christians describe their relationship with God - where it’s supposed to be both reverent and familial/personal all at once. Denathrius is his guidepost in everything, his confidante/confessor, his father he’s sure loves him, and his god he’s certain can do no wrong. When he initially discovers what Denathrius is doing, he’s almost certain it’s some sort of test, a way to see what Renathal would be willing to do in the event of deep seated corruption in the realm. Obviously, Denathrius’ actual betrayal and careless disposal of Renathal is catastrophically traumatic to him. (Also, important note for me: I don’t give this relationship any sexual aspect whatsoever)

The Maw Walker - Renathal’s relationship with the Maw Walker originally starts as a replacement for the hole left by Denathrius. In the midst of this trauma, the Maw Walker shows up and rescues him, his friends, his entire realm, and, what’s more, supports his rebellion. Obviously, he latches on to this person for comfort. But over time, this relationship evolves into something I consider more mature, and less one sided than his ret with Denathrius; based on mutual trust and respect, an understanding of the other’s flaws and limitations, and a realisation they both have something to offer the other for their greater health and happiness. It’s a relationship that makes them both the best version of themselves.

The Curator - I think of all Renathal’s relationships with other Venthyr, theirs is the closest. Not best friend close, but siblings close in age close. It’s based on my own relationship with my brother, a year younger than me. We can not talk for months, but when we do we pick right back up as if we never stopped. We have a million inside jokes and shared history that our other younger siblings don’t have, and fights come and go pretty meaninglessly because we’re just such a permanent fixture in each other’s lives. That’s how I see this relationship.

The Accuser - I headcanon the Accuser as relatively young in Venthyr terms and somewhat recently ascended to her position (talking hundreds of years rather than thousands). Renathal is used to commanding a certain amount of basic respect from other harvesters, and she’s the first one in his memory to just say fuck that noise 100%. She can’t stand Renathal and only puts up with him out of respect for chains of command. What’s worse is Renathal actually respects her more than any Harvester in a long time, and so it bothers him that she doesn’t respect him. The only time they’ve ever seen eye to eye is when Renathal started his rebellion (which was more shocking to the Accuser who thought Renathal would put loyalty to Denathrius over paltry things like right and wrong). I think by the end of my story they’ve come to a tentative respect for each other but they’re never destined to be friends (it’s going to take a few more eons as a Venthyr before the Accuser can see the merit in the decadence and frivolities she thinks Renathal values too highly).

The Countess - what’s the word when you fuck each other occasionally in spite of or specifically because you hate each other so you know you’re safe from catching any feels and also you can use it against other sometimes, but you feel gross afterwards and you hate seeing each other pretty much any other time? Bang enemies? Fuck foes? That’s Renathal and the Countess.

The Stonewright - You know the sibling that’s technically younger than you but is taller, tougher, and could clearly beat you to a pulp so you make a point not to mess with them in order to maintain the illusion that you’re superior? That’s Renathal and the Stonewright.

Other harvesters - I don’t have many set headcanons for Renathal’s relationships with other harvesters, because in my world they come and go fairly regularly. Only the Curator and the Stonewright are close to Renathal’s age and the ones he considers his true siblings. The rest he’s polite enough to (as long as they stay on his good side) but he never lets them forget he’s their superior and he never fully trusts them or is close to any of them (since most of them are actively try to usurp his position, hence why none of them ever last long).

Theotar - Ok. Here is my personal headcanon for the relationship that is the darling of so much of the Renathal fandom (and which I fully admit is coloured by my dislike for this character). They were relatively close friends before the rebellion, with Renathal attracted to Theotar’s hidden sincerity, a trait rare in Venthyr. But, in an effort to spare Theotar from Denathrius who likes to sabotage Renathal’s relationships in painful ways, he keeps this relationship from going anywhere too intimate and in the end they’re two friends that know they might have enjoyed a romantic relationship in a different timeline but the circumstances just never worked out and they’re perfectly content with how things landed.

Draven, Chelra, and Vorpalia - I think Renathal’s greater friendships would come from these three, each of whom is somewhat out of Denathrius reach (more so than the Venthyr). He doesn’t confide in any of them as totally as he does with Denathrius and then the Maw Walker, mostly because he still feels he has to maintain a semblance of Princely decorum. But he does trust them in ways he doesn’t trust other Venthyr because they’re outside Venthyr politics, and the likelihood they can be turned against him, even by Denathrius, is small.

I think that’s all the major ones! Although if I missed a major one, let me know!

#tag games #Writing games #my writing #renathal x maw walker #headcanons

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sufandomgirl · 2 years

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Amphibia Fanfiction 3 Omegaverse AU Part 1

Andrias x Leif

!Swearing and Mature Themes Warning!

{He'd hurt Leif. Now, she feared him. So much so that she'd accepted reassignment to a remote scientific division away from the castle, away from Newtopia.}

Andrias: I...I didn't mean to hurt her!

Barrel: I know, man.

Andrias: She doesn't! She thinks--I can't imagine what she's thinking right now! The betrayal, the pain, the shame...

[A/N: Yes, most of my AU's involve Leif getting betrayed by one or both of these two. She ends up fleeing as a result, as there's a lack of accountability for the Crown Prince of Amphibia for any wrongdoing and Barrel--she'd just rather not risk it. Plus, there's still a semblance of her wanting to avoid them getting in trouble if she could prevent it. Also, the Leviathans living for thousands of years is natural. The Core never existed in this fic, the geniuses of the past actually recorded all of their findings, so there was no need to make them suffer by keeping them around for all eternity.]

{Andrias' conscience would not leave him alone. He would be king soon, as he knew his father's health was declining after so many milennia. It was hard to remember that they weren't immortal when they lived for so long. Granted, it took them about as long as anybody else to develop to adulthood, but after they hit the age of 20, their aging starts to take longer. Aldrich, having a new understanding of his son, shared with him his story. He had had close friends once, just like him, but they chose to age and die with their families rather than stay alive with him, as there was a way to do so. He shouldn't have blamed them, but it took him this long until he was dying himself for him to understand. In his mind, he had tried to protect Andrias from this heartbreak by encouraging him to break up their friendship. Andrias, while he could rationally make sense of this and forgive him, was still determined to remain open and friendly, no matter what happened. He'd asked his father how this was possible, to extend others' lives to match theirs.}

Aldrich: (weakly) It started as a way to keep true mates together throughout our lifespans, son. Unfortunately, your mother was not well and passed away a few years after you hatched. When you find your true mate, extend their life so that you can be together.

Andrias: It may already be too late...I...did find her, but the Dominance Sickness...I hurt her and she fears me so much that she...

Aldrich: (holds the side of his face) If there's anything that I know and admire about you, son, it's that you're determined, just like your mother. The secret is in the Old Chambers. I know (coughs) that you can figure it out.

Andrias: Rest now, Father.

Aldrich: Somehow (coughs) I assumed that the little frog girl would be your true mate. I had at once hoped that it wasn't true, fearing that she'd take advantage of you. However, seeing the true love that you two had for each other...(exhales)

{He knew that Andrias could understand what he was saying. He was glad for it because he was getting weaker by the day. Andrias would be a different king than him and that was okay. He'd made peace with and apologized for a lot in the last few weeks. Now, he was going to see his true mate again and more than likely, get to apologize to her and his old friends soon.}

Several Weeks Later...

{Everyone in the kingdom of Amphibia had gathered together for this somber occasion. King Aldrich had passed in his sleep the previous night. Even Leif was there, looking like she hadn't slept since she was reassigned. Barrel approached her, cautiously after spotting her in the crowd exiting after the ceremony, by chance. She turned and got in a defensive stance. Barrel observed her, sadly. One peculiar thing he noticed was that she kept one hand held in front of her and her other hand was rested on her stomach. Barrel didn't know the reason for this, but he stayed where he was and spoke from there.}

Barrel: Leif...are you alright?

Leif: (purses lips; avoids his gaze)

Barrel: (sighs) Of course you aren't. I--we've been worried about you.

Leif: (entire body goes tight) I...(instinctively backtracks)

Barrel: The Dominance Sickness changed 'Drias. You know that he would never dream of doing that to you of his own accord, right?

Leif: (clutches her arms, near to tears)

Barrel: I'll...tell him that you're okay. At least...stay for the coronation?

{Leif sighed. No matter what Andrias had done, she couldn't bring herself to miss a day that was so special to him. She stayed near the back of the crowd where he couldn't see her. She knew that he smelled her, however. They were true mates and knew each other's scent. She left, having Barrel see her to the city gates.}

Barrel: (sighs) Stay alive out there, Leif.

Leif: I...I'll miss you, Barrel.

Barrel: Me too.

{They hug and Leif gets on the cart with her unit and they drive out. They wave to each other, not sure when they'd see each other again. The Dominance Sickness was an attack from the rival army. They were in war and Leif's unit was one of scientific advancements to give them an edge that they desperately needed. Especially now. There was one of two ways that they could see Leif again. One, that she and/or her unit came back to the castle to continue their work or two, the war ended and she survived. What the enemy didn't know, however, was that in proceeding with their targeted attack, that they'd also taken a pretty big risk if say, the Crown Prince of Amphibia had met his true mate and been with them during the mass infection. Artificial inseminations had been forced as a show of dominance. Maybe the percentage didn't make them think that it was a risk, but...Leif wrapped her arms around herself, especially her stomach. She had taken out and looked at the multiple tests so many times before her unit had received the news and attended the funeral. They all showed the same result. What was she going to do?}

#amphibia #amphibia andrias #amphibia barrel #amphibia leif

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el-cadejos · 2 years

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Hero [fic]

Fandom: Saint Seiya

Characters: Wyvern Radamanthys, Gawain Fallendrake (oc)

AO3

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“So we meet again, you bastard.”

The sky was clear, even though rain would surely pour down during the afternoon. The wind caressed his face with a gentle cold hand.

“I finally made it. I’m a Mechanical Engineer, just like I told you I would,” he announced with an angry tone. “But you weren’t there to see it happen. Every single time, you’re never there!”

Gawain covered his face for a moment, trying to calm down. He remembered all those talks with his father about fixing the old World War II airplane models and opening a small museum. People never get tired of the classics. And it would be theirs. Father and son, cockpit buddies, eternal partners.

That was long ago.

“You were my childhood hero. The strongest fighter. The mightiest warrior. The..-” he choked a bit. “The greatest father”.

He was never a strong child. Sickly to say the least, doomed to define the worst. “Robodork” and other hurtful names rung in Gawain’s ears as he progressed in school. Stairs were an impossible task, and the chair. Sure, it was good to get around, but you can’t chase the dog in a fucking chair.

Yet every night, Father would lie next to him in bed and tell him stories from the Arthurian Legend. The brave Sir Galahad, the mysterious Lady of the Lake and of course, his namesake Sir Gawain. Friend to young knights, a defender of the poor, afflicted with strength that waxed and waned with the sun; his might tripled by noon, but faded as the sun set. That was certainly true for both. Daily life was so tiring that by nightfall, the only thing he wanted to do was dissolve in his bed and not move ever again.

“But you couldn’t stand that, could you?”, he whispered. “You just fucking couldn’t.”

Gawain was not stupid. He was heading straight to his death. And oh, there is irony in death when your uncle rules the Underworld. There wasn’t really anything to be done. His curse was ancient, even though modern science had already found a name for it. He was not going to last past his eighth birthday.

Still, Father kept him company every night until he fell asleep, and Gawain would wake up to faithful Goebbels, the family dog, where his father was before. Just that one morning, it wasn’t so. Father was still there. Very still. So still, that it looked like he was dead.

And he was.

Gawain did not notice at the time, but he was holding himself up without help, trying to wake his Father up. A nudge at first, but full-force punches the moment he noticed no reaction. His screams woke everyone up. Even young Radella drag herself from her bed to see what had happened. Mother was flabbergasted. How could this happen? A healthy man, a Judge of the Underworld, dead outside of battle?

Though no one ever figured out exactly what happened, the effects were obvious at plain sight. Gawain miraculously recovered all his motor functions, and had not felt weakness ever since. Mother threatened every living and dead soul in the Underworld for answers, yet none came. The Heavenly Fierce Star retreated inside the Wyvern Surplice and would remain silent for centuries. Gawain always suspected his godly uncle knew something, but if that was true, he had chosen to keep it to himself.

So here he was, in front of Father’s tombstone.

“I know it pained you to see I would never grow up, and that is why somehow Fate traded me for you. But I will never forgive you choosing me over yourself.”

A few tears rolled down his cheeks. He didn’t bother wiping them out.

“You don’t know how Mother’s heart aged in a span of a few weeks. Or how Rae took it upon herself to try and fill the missing piece in our lives, or how I failed my flying exam thrice because I just couldn’t see the RAF badge without...- Anyway... You will never know, because you let us walk this world alone, without your protection and love. That is why I have to come back home so frequently, to update you on what you can no longer see, but when we meet again, I will punch you up the bracket, you asshole. Don’t fucking think I won’t”.

Gawain left three yellow zinnias next to the tombstone, zipping his father’s old bomber jacket up with one hand and wiping his face with the other. He turned around with one hand in the air.

“Until the next time, you cunt.”

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Yellow zinnias: Daily Remembrance

#inframundo segun el cadejos #gawain fallendrake #wyvern radamanthys #fic #el cadejos

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xaracosmia · 3 months

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ꕥ — WELCOME TO CATA COSMIA, REMIEL LOWRY. 🌕

ꕥ — OOC INFORMATION;

name / alias: bear age: 20 pronouns: they/he/cub ooc contact: bearemiah on tumblr other characters in xc: elijah meyer, aspen rani

ꕥ — IC INFORMATION;

name: remiel lowry age: 26 pronouns: he/they series: aetherverse (oc) canon point: n/a app triggers: possession, religious guilt, religion in general, spirituality.

personality:

most of remiel’s friends have described him as ‘intense’ at some point or another. he’s the kind of person that puts his entire being into focusing on what’s in front of him; experiencing that single-minded attention can be jarring. unnerving. there’s something to be said about the kind of person who is built around devotion; who cannot exist in the half-measure. he’s an excellent listener, for example. and if it’s all too easy for a simple story to become a confessional… well, he just has that affect on people.

he’s grounded—half-grounded, maybe. more tree than root, quick to annoyance but slow to anger, forgiveness easy as long as it’s earned and grudges eternal, as long as they’re earned, too. he’s the voice of reason, the person shouldering his way in between puffing chests, the one holding open the door, the one smiling, crinkled-corner eyes, at the cashier.

something your muse struggles with: understanding that the world is different now—that the people in it, the people he loves, are not living in the same world that he is. understanding that this is because he is what is different, now. understanding that his body is only half his own.

your muse’s greatest strength: his dedication to living a life that makes him happy. if he isn’t living it now, he’ll find it. he has time.

history / background:

remiel was raised right, by his mother’s estimation; a life evenly split between the home she had made for him and the home He had made for him, their Heavenly Father. he could have probably walked from the church door to their pew—theirs and the smith’s and the dabrowski’s, really—blindfolded and concussed. when he left the church, his mother—his good, catholic mother—cried like he’d gone and died. she could stomach the way he’d gone and cut off all his hair, and the tattoo sitting at the hollow of his throat, and the fact that at this point she barely reached his shoulder. she could not stomach him turning his back on God. but he had. he’d been a near-perfect catholic for almost twenty years of his life; now, those twenty years barely felt like they were his life at all. he named himself remiel, and he didn’t know if it was an homage of the faith that had shaped him or a mockery of it. he kept it, all the same. but there was a hole inside of him. the space where faith had sat. he still wore his rosary, if not for the love of God then for the love of his mother, and it sat heavy around his neck each morning when he settled it there each morning. so he turned to crystals; angel numbers; tarot cards; star charts. a different kind of divinity to dream about watching over him. and it felt like it was his. he had a good four years of that; of feeling right. but he always wanted more. remiel had never been the type to wait for change; rather, he invited it, pursued it. this was his life; he wanted to live it. the night that he looked out into the universe and invited it to show him his next step—well. he was really thinking about that job interview he had next week, or the graduate schools he was waiting to hear back from. instead, he got possessed by an angel. so. bad luck.

powers / abilities:

creation of magical barriers: magical shields that protect against physical or even magical harm. these shields vary in size, with larger ones being a greater expense of energy and taking more time to create.

blessings: as an angel, remiel can give blessings, making the recipient resistant to physical harm.

healing: he has an average healing ability, for angels, and one that he hasn’t quite wrangled yet—he’s able to improve someone’s condition, but he’s no miracle worker, and depending on the severity of the ailment it’s unlikely that he’d be able to completely cure it.

shapeshifting; remiel has a human form, his ‘true’, angel form, and his default form—the midpoint.

inherent abilities:

angel physiology: as an angel, remiel has enhanced physical qualities in his strength and endurance. he also benefits from a natural resistance to sickness and poison. he can see in the dark, and shift his arms into wings that enable him to glide through the air or jump higher.

astrological intuition: yeah, i don’t know what to tell you. he can intuit people’s astrological signs from interactions with them. he gets it right every time, though he mostly brings it up to discredit someone when they start annoying him. this started before he was an angel… much the same energy as “easy for you geminis…” “how did he know i was a gemini? i did not put my birthday in.”

items / weapons:

a well-loved deck of tarot cards

a battle-axe formed out of vibrant, pale yellow energy

a collection of crystals

a rosary

a picture of him and his mother, taken on his first birthday.

starting ability: blessings

starting item: rosary

extra:

he’s from aether’s verse… the one that blake is from… yaey…

discord id: suitofstaves

#xc application #mun: bear #cata cosmia

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keeganhogan · 3 months

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Ozu Yasujiro’s I Was Born But… is the first silent film I have watched. It’s easy to look at the silent film era and assume that they are not as valuable as “talkies” as that technology and possibility in filmmaking was not available to them. However, I found that watching a silent film really forces the emphasis on the characters’ mannerisms, movements, and facial expressions to determine the context of a scene. This emphasis on the visual over the auditory aspects of the film did more for the immersion I experienced than I was anticipating. Of course the music in this film reflects the happenings on screen and auditory aid is not absent, but watching these children go about their everyday lives and how they deal with the world of children their age was so much more engaging than I expected a silent film to be able to be. It also gave me a different perspective on the quality of an actor’s performance in a movie, only being able to see and not hear them. The performances in this movie were very impressive, especially from the child actors.

In terms of the plot of the movie, it starts off as a very comedic look into the lives of Japanese children in this time period of the late 1920’s and early 1930’s. Our two main characters, Keiji and Ryoichi are new in town and immediately face the local bullies before even going to school. Thus the first central issue of the film is presented: how do they deal with the bullies? This seemingly trivial and typical plot trope actually serves to reflect the main point of the film that is introduced later on. They try to simply skip school, but that doesn’t last for very long. Since they cannot avoid the bullies, the only other option is to conquer them. They can’t beat them up themselves, but they make a deal with the older delivery boy to beat up the main, large bully that leads the group. Succeeding in this means that they can now be the leaders of the pack. Given the overarching topic of the importance and impact of social standing and how people of different social standings interact with each other, this fun, comedic story of kids dealing with their bullies is put into a different light of how those in varying positions of power interact with each other on a day-to-day basis in this society (and really in our present society still). Just like their father, the boys seek to move up in the social hierarchy, so that they won’t be bullied anymore. However, in a position of no power, they must seek leverage from someone who does hold power. A mutual deal gives them the upper hand that they need, but they have essentially cozied up to the delivery boy to get what they need, much like their father. Finally being rid of their bully, they now enjoy the friendship of all the boys who scorned them before, as those at the top of society enjoy as well, as well as the wealth that comes with it.

This all comes together when they eventually are ashamed upon the realization of their father’s social standing among the father of their friend Taro. Now out of the position they were in before and arguing with their friends about whose father is the most important, they are angry that their father cannot simply ascend the social hierarchy as they just have. This fun film about childhood now becomes a film about the eternal struggle of everyday people to make do for themselves and their best efforts to ascend that ladder. At the end of the day, a father like theirs simply wants to be able to provide for his family to be able to set them up to do better than he has. That realization that life is not as simple as it seemed as a child and that all we can do is wish for a better life for our children is a bittersweet one. On the one hand their father accepts the fact that he sucks up to his boss despite hating it and that this is where he stands in society, but also that even though that’s the case, his family that he loves is better off because of it and that what really matters to him is that his sons can have a better future than himself. Those powerful themes of social and economic struggle tied in with immense love for your family and the future of your kids is a poignant combination that serves for a very relatable film not only back then when it was released but still today, as we today face very similar struggles in our everyday lives.

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teddy-rants · 5 months

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*kicks out anxious thoughts*

So i fucking love it when gods are literally just over-powered dorks.

so for the story i'm writing got the gods of creation and destruction (or life and death as they're more commonly known by) liking history and they especially love to document it in their free time (even if it will all turn to nothing in the end) because they want to preserve the memories of everything they made and writing stuff down feels very cathartic for them and helps them remember things. reason why is because there's no afterlife in this world. there never has been and there never will be. (in-story reason why is because it kinda makes the whole "death" thing moot. if there's an afterlife where you live forever basically, what's the use of death in the first place other than to transfer you to one place to another?)

(real reason is because i find the concept of an afterlife just immortality but you still died. i was raised believing in heaven and hell and i came to the conclusion they're just both boring eventually: eternal paradise is only paradise for so long and eternal torture is only painful until you turn numb to it)

please leave all discourse at the door /j /j

the god of the sun in absolutely fascinated with human ingenuity and inventions, he's one of the gods that were originally human so they're a little new to this whole god thing (made worse because the change was very sudden) They went power-mad a little while ago, now he mostly just wander around and interacting with people (he doesn't want to forget what it's like to be human) most commonly seen doing wacky shit (such as being a pirate that one time)

the god of the moon is ironically an insomniac (they're a workaholic), they love anything and everything soft and comfy, intricately woven designs on blankets and shit like that are a favourite of theirs. (the other god that was originally human, but the process was way less dramatic as their sibling's). also being the mind half of the gods of madness and the mind, they also love seeing what humans can think of (like a new invention, a story, etc). often the one most prone to getting angry when sleep-deprived.

the god of the earth usually just hangs out in his forests, humans burnt a particularly sacred one once and that soured his view on them. though he usually likes to engage in mischief with any non-threatening people in his woods (usually by making the whole place seem haunted for shits and giggles) he's usually not one to go to far (he knows how fragile humans are from last time). the one type of human he likes are the ones who share his love for mischief and nature (botanists especially). he loves animals and if a cat decided to nap on him, he would stay still for days.

the god of the wind usually just fucks off to wander around the world, she doesn't often stay in one place for long and loves to visit different cities (she especially loves to revisit them after a century or two to see how they changed). she also loves to spar with anyone on her level (which is very few), but she's also very competitive in anything. she loves to make things, she normally makes trinkets travel sized, friendship bracelets and jewelry in general is her favourite to create. also prone to getting into weird shit (sometimes with the god of the sun)

humanising gods kinda defeats the god part, but i love how less infallible it makes them seem.

#teddy rants #long post #my ocs

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dustdynasty · 6 months

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on THE TRAVELER.

amongst the children of the eclipse dynasty, a commonly loved story is one about a pair of fallen stars who descended to the kingdom long ago. a brother and sister pair who took human form upon waking in a world not theirs. the contents of each story vary, the most common method of sharing the tale being orally and thus not told word for word, but the outline remains. after the twins wake it is typically followed with the telling of how enthralled they were with the new home they had found themselves in, wandering for a time before encountering the first ruler of the eclipse dynasty, saving the then ruler from a dire position and becoming fast friends with the noble-hearted royal as they walked back to the palace to be rewarded for their assistance. rewarded greatly were they not with just jewels but the offer of living within the kingdom as well. becoming trusted confidants of the future ruler and powerful comrades the people of the kingdom itself could depend on. admired for their gentle beauty and willingness to offer compassion. the stars that watched over the eclipse kingdom quite literally. forever standing above the stone walls, guarding all who fell within the starlit glow.

eldrid grew up with the typical story often told by parent to child, though with a slight update added to it. though the stars of khaenri'ah had once been a tale accepted as undeniable truth it began to gather dust by the last few generations of the kingdom's line. no longer did the twins from another world stand so boldly beside the king, no longer did they walk amongst the people so casually. where once the stars befriended noble and commoner alike, they now dwelled amongst only themselves. so much so that they had faded into obscurity on such a level people began to forget they were once real. only the odd grandparent able to provide first hand accounts of how they had once met the fabled knights of the stars. even those would go silently accepted as fiction, however.

for most of eldrid's childhood, they had only ever lingered within the palace walls, worn and dreary despite their eternal youth. quaint and friendly still, but not quite as stunning as they were in story. gentle souls that had begun to gather dust, you could say. at one point one twin even entered a slumber the other described as a long one, a sleep eldrid had been told he'd likely never see that twin wake from. perhaps it was age catching up with the foreign pair, or maybe they could sense the end approaching, either way, by his fourteenth year eldrid would no longer be able to find the stars that once graced the palace in their gentle light. one lay asleep in a tomb and the other had fled in the night. with such fact in mind, imagine the shock the former prince must have felt when he caught sight of a fallen star idly walking the streets of fontaine, not an inch different from how they had appeared when left in that sleep of theirs so long ago.

#lore.

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