#(rip. wish i didn't. I had great plans too.)

[flashdoesahundredyarddash]

Live reaction of man coming back to the age of tumblr after never posting in forever. (get a load of this guy!!) (featuring cameo of my hc Barry Allen design now new and improved. You guys will not believe it...)

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queen PLEASE rewrite the brothel scene so it makes sense I BEG YOU.

Aegon stumbled into the brothel, the dim lighting and the overwhelming scent of cheap perfume and sweat wrapping around him, suffocating him. Martyn, Leon, Eddard, and Rodrick, Martyn’s new squire, followed him. Aegon's own face, flushed and unfocused from too much wine and ale, betrayed a desperate attempt to drown out unwelcome emotions.

“This place is as good as any to get it wet,” Aegon slurred, his arm slung over the squire’s shoulder. The boy, still green behind the ears, looked up at the king with wide, nervous eyes. “Time to make a man out of you, eh?” He punctuated the statement with a bawdy laugh, echoed half-heartedly by his friends.

The brothel was dimly lit, with curtains draped around, each one hiding unique secrets. Aegon staggered forward, yanking aside the first curtain he came to. Behind it, a couple gasped in surprise, but Aegon was already moving on, cursing under his breath. His mind was set on finding a particular woman—a distraction, an escape.

“Her name is Selyse or Selsie… or something like that,” Aegon continued, leaning heavily on the squire. “She’s great. Nothing like that woman’s touch to—hic—to forget your troubles.” His laugh was a bitter bark, masking the hollow ache in his chest.

He flung open another curtain, revealing yet another entangled pair, before stumbling on. Each step heavier than the last, the sounds of pleasure and the stuffy air seemed to close in on him. The sight of flesh and sweat did nothing to ease his mind; he still felt powerless, terribly powerless. King he might be, but even a crown couldn’t shield his family from harm.

Finally, he found her—the woman he sought. But instead of the welcome distraction he craved, he was met with a scene that stopped him cold. She was not alone. In her arms, naked and unashamed, was his brother, Aemond.

Aegon’s vision blurred, he did not know if he should laugh or scream. The room seemed to tilt as he stumbled forward, nearly ripping the curtain down in an attempt to steady himself. "Aemond the Fierce!” he roared. “Look at you!”

Aemond looked up at him, scrambling from the woman’s embrace and standing up to put on a robe. She herself shrank back too, pulling the sheets up to cover herself. The tension in the room was a tangible thing, crackling between the two brothers.

“You see, I do not exaggerate,” Aegon’s eyes flicked to his companions as he stumbled further into the room. His voice had an air of lightness to it—but it carried an undercurrent of anger, deep anger. “Such is the Madam’s prowess, that my brother does not want to sample another.”

“Tell me, brother.” Aegon clapped Aemond on the shoulder, too hard, a bitter smile twisting his lips. “Was this where you were? With this whore while my son was being murdered? When Jaehaerys was breathing his last, were you still fucking your very first?”

Aemond’s face darkened, the shadow of guilt flickering across his features before being masked by a cold, defensive anger. “You think I didn't want to be there? You think I don’t wish I could’ve been there to fight off those cowardly assassins? I grieve my nephew too.”

“Grieve?” Aegon’s laughter was hollow and bitter. “If you hadn’t been busy killing Rhaenyra’s bastard, she’d never have sought retribution. If you’d been able to behave yourself, my son would still be alive!”

Aemond’s eye flashed with rage, but the truth in Aegon’s words was undeniable. “What of you, brother? Where were you? Drowning yourself in strongwine and whores—why didn’t you protect your son?” Aemond was facing his brother head-on now; years of resentment and anger finally flooding out of him. “You’re just as much at fault as I am. You’re a wastrel, Aegon, a weak and unworthy king.”

Aegon's face contorted with fury, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. He remembered Larys’ words from before, could it truly be? Was his own brother planning to overthrow him?

“Plotting to take my crown, are you? Is that what this is all about?”

Aemond scoffed, “you think I want your crown? You can hardly keep it on your own head.”

Aegon saw red. His fist shot out before he could think, landing squarely on Aemond’s jaw. The force of the blow sent his brother staggering back. The woman yelped, scrambling off the bed, desperate to get away from the two.

Aemond seemed shocked for a moment before he launched himself at his brother. “You’ve always been a coward,” he shouted as the two tumbled to the ground in a flurry of fists and curses. “Hiding behind your whores and your wine!”

Aegon’s punches were wild and uncoordinated as he struck his brother again and again. “And you’ve always been a viper, waiting for your chance to strike!” His fist connected to Aemond’s ribs.

“You think I don’t suffer?” Aemond growled, landing a punch to Aegon’s side. “You think this is easy for me?”

The fight was brutal, raw, and undignified. It would have been embarrassing if it wasn't so profoundly sad—two brothers, driven by grief and guilt, lashing out at the only target they had left.

Martyn, unable to continue watching, forced his way between them. “Enough! Both of you, enough!” he shouted, pushing them apart with all his strength. “Calm down!”

Aegon struggled against Martyn’s grip, eager to keep fighting. “He’s a traitor, Martyn! A traitor!”

Aemond, chest heaving, wrenched free from Martyn’s grasp. “You're a fool, Aegon,” he spat before turning and striding away, leaving the room behind.

Aegon swayed on his feet, the room beginning to spin. His stomach churned, and he felt bile rise in his throat. With a groan, he doubled over and vomited onto the cushions.

Martyn knelt beside him, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Come, Your Grace,” he said, helping Aegon to his feet. “Let’s get you out of here.”

[luvhughes43]

birthday | quinn hughes

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request: can you write an angsty one for quinn where he forgets your birthday because he’s busy with hockey and you fight about it and then you give him the silent treatment the next day and he tries to make it up it up you 

note: i changed it a little bit! 

word count: 1.2k words

you waited all day with baited breath, wondering when your boyfriend of three years would acknowledge your birthday. usually, depending on both of your work schedules, quinn would take you to your favourite cafe for breakfast and then later in the day he would cook one of your favourite dishes for dinner. In between meals, you’d spend the day doing whatever you wanted, which usually just meant going for a walk and maybe to the mall.

you woke up early and got yourself dressed and ready for the day. quinn was already gone to the gym which wasn’t unusual, so you scrolled through your emails while you waited for him to come home. 

quinn didn't come home till noon. 

“hey babe,” quinn greeted you quickly, pecking your cheek before he rushed into your shared bedroom. you swivel around on the bar stool you were sitting on, eyes following quinn as he jogged from your bedroom and into the bathroom. 

when he reemerged from the room, bag in hand, you frown. “what are you doing?”

“the guys are going to this new place.. some new gym downtown”

“oh,” you deflate, “weren’t you just at the gym tho?” 

“yeah but babe, this one has an ice bath!” quinn explains enthusiastically, as if the addition of an ice bath should outweigh the excitement that was your 24th birthday. 

“right…” 

“we're not working out or anything. just checking the place out. It's good for team building” he adds.

you stare blankly at him, wishing that this is just some elaborate joke and that he has a plan for your birthday. 

“right well, i’ll see you later!” quinn flashes a quick smile as he leans down to kiss your cheek again. 

“bye…?” 

quinny: going out for dinner! so sorry we didn't get to spend any time together today. wanna do dinner tomorrow night?

quinny: the teams really getting on good! I think we’ve got a close group here

it was 6pm, you were alone, and in approximately 10 minutes you would officially be 24. how great is this? you thought sarcastically. you were about to be 24, in a too nice apartment, with a boyfriend who completely forgot about you. 

you pulled your cookies out of the oven, dropping the tray on top of the stove with a clatter. tears sprung to your eyes as you pulled out a small pack of glittering candles. you didn't even get an invite to quinns dinner tonight. 

you watched your candles go out slowly while you imagine how you should've spent the day. Happy birthday to me… 

“hey baby, what did you do all day?” quinn asked as he slipped into bed next to you. his alarm clock had blinded you with the time, 11:24, lit up in a cutting shade of red. he tried to hold your gaze, but you turned over. he had actually forgotten.  

quinn grabbed at your shoulder, but you shrugged him off. “I’m tired,” you whispered through the ball in your throat. if quinn talked about his day, you might actually cry.

“what's wrong?” quinn asked, genuinely concerned. he sat up in bed, reaching over and flicking his lamp on. 

“I’m not talking about this tonight”

“well, no. if you're going to say something then say it. what did i do wrong this time?” you rolled around to face him just as he finished his sentence with an eyeroll. 

“excuse me?” you were seeing red. 

“just tell me what i did wrong so i can fix it. did i leave a sock on the floor?” he jokes, quickly surveying the room and noticing that you cleaned earlier. 

you sat up in bed. “you're such an asshole! you know that right?” 

“woah! no need to get angry! i just wanted to go to bed. Its late.” 

“yeah well, i wanted to celebrate my birthday with my boyfriend today so i guess we don't always get what we want, huh?” your voice is venomous as you climb out of bed. you rip your pillow off the bed with every intention to sleep in the guest room. 

quinns shocked expression was almost comical. his eyes wide, eyebrows raised, and mouth slightly agape as he finally realized what was bothering you. with how busy his new schedule was due to being captain, he had completely forgotten about you.

“y/n don't go! I’m so sorry!” quinn kicks the comforter away from him as follows you down the hallway. 

“I don't want to talk to you right now,”

“baby, please! I swear I didn’t mean to forget-” quinn started but you abruptly cut him off. 

“i don't want to hear it! I waited for you all day! I shouldn't have to remind you when my birthday is! We talked about it literally last week!”

“I’m sorry! I’ll make it up to you!” quinns words fell on deaf ears as you slammed the guest bedroom door in his face. 

as soon as the door was locked, you let all your emotions of the day out. your sad uber eats delivery, raw cookies, the moping around… quinn. 

quinn stood on the other side of the door, face in between his hands as he listened to you cry. 

the next morning, quinn was on good boyfriend behaviour. he had bought you a bouquet of your favourite flowers, made you breakfast, and had a birthday card waiting at the table for you. 

you rubbed at your eyes tiredly as you made your way into the kitchen. you had gotten absolutely no sleep last night, and you were still upset at quinn. 

quinn watched you in silence as he set the last piece of french toast in his pan. you glanced up at him before averting your gaze towards your gifts. 

To Y/n, 

Happy 24th Birthday. I love you beyond words. 

Quinn

“Quinn,” you sighed as you set the card back on the table. 

“It’s a shitty card I know,” you can’t help the small smile that graces your lips . “I’m so sorry. I called in sick today.. we can do something or you can do whatever, its up to you! I just really want you to know that i’m sorry” he sets the fresh piece of french toast onto a plate before sliding it over to you. 

“I know you're sorry,” you say, stepping over and into quinns open arms. you stand there for a minute, quinn softly rubbing your back while you lay your head on his shoulder. “I just felt really awful”

quinn hums to acknowledge what you were saying. “I know. I don't know what was wrong with me”

“you have new responsibilities q. you're going to be busy with the team” you put his thoughts into words and it was his time to sigh. 

“Still. There’s no excuse” quinn hugs you tighter. “I love you”

“I love you too” you whisper into the side of his neck, arms tightening around him. 

It wasn't okay that he had forgotten, but at least he was making an effort to fix it.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑬𝑵𝑫 𝑶𝑭 𝑲𝑶𝑹𝑹𝑨 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  so, i sort of started a civil war ...  ❜ ❛  i am so sorry for turning my back on you as my mentor.  ❜ ❛  i needed to understand what real suffering was, so i could become more compassionate to others.  ❜ ❛  what's the big idea with making me train this early in the morning? the morning is evil.  ❜ ❛  oh, i'm sorry. did i put you in a difficult position by fighting the giant force of pure evil that was going to destroy the whole world? maybe your administration could have handled that.  ❜ ❛  fighting is something the old me would do. that always made things worse.  ❜ ❛  let's go on a vacation, just the two of us. anywhere you want.  ❜ ❛  it's all right. people usually assume that i'm daddy's helpless little girl, but i can handle myself.  ❜ ❛  the world is in trouble ... i have to go help.  ❜ ❛  i'm impressed. no one has ever gotten the better of me like that.  ❜ ❛  i assure you, i have a plan. and i'm saving you for last; then you'll get your duel, and i will destroy you.  ❜ ❛  when we hit our lowest point, we are open to the greatest change.  ❜ ❛  i did what i had to do to survive and protect my little brother.  ❜ ❛  and ... what am i going to find if ... i get through this?  ❜ ❛  we should always learn from those who came before us, but we must also forge our own path.  ❜ ❛  why don't you come and find out?  ❜ ❛  if you look for the light, you can often find it. but if you look for the dark, that is all you will ever see.  ❜ ❛  you need to make decisions based on what you want. don't make the same mistakes i did.  ❜ ❛  i don't know what i'm supposed to be doing half the time.  ❜ ❛  right, friends. no, no, i didn't mean to imply.  ❜ ❛  i do like the idea of putting you on a train and sending you far, far away.  ❜ ❛  you need me, but i don't need you.  ❜ ❛  you swore your loyalty to me and i gave you a chance at greatness. this is how you repay me?  ❜ ❛  i told you dating a teammate would be a bad idea.  ❜ ❛  stick around five minutes and you'll find out who's bluffing.  ❜ ❛  wait! we can't fight them all. we need to be smart about this.  ❜ ❛  you know, it's okay to be scared. the important thing is to talk about our fears, because if we don't, they throw us out of balance. i'm always here for you, if you want to talk.  ❜ ❛  what i'm trying to say is, as much as you drive me crazy ... i also think you're pretty amazing.  ❜ ❛  see, that's what i admire about you, [ name ]: your willingness to go to extremes in order to get what you want. it is a quality we both share.  ❜ ❛  ending a relationship is kind of like pulling off a bloodsucking leech. you just gotta rip it off and get it over with. you'll feel a lot better afterwards. trust me.  ❜ ❛  don't tell me you are still mad about everything that happened?! i did some good things, too!  ❜ ❛  all right, hold on. will you quit ignoring me and tell me what's going on?  ❜ ❛  how about, for now, i just promise not to show up at your house and attack you again?  ❜ ❛  what would you do, if you were in charge? help me be more like you.  ❜ ❛  i wish you were putting up more of a fight, but it was still fun.  ❜ ❛  please, just let me say one thing, then i'll never contact you again.  ❜ ❛  i'm not sure i'll ever be able to forgive you. but that doesn't mean i shouldn't try.  ❜ ❛  i came here to look you in the eye and tell you that you have no power over me. i will no longer be scared of you.  ❜ ❛  but if you had any other options, you wouldn't be here now, would you? we may have been enemies once, but for now, our interests align.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to apologize for anything. i'm just so happy you're here now.  ❜

[alifromtheotherworld]

Gone.

PAIRING: Boyfriend!Gojo x Fem!Reader Warnings: HEAVY angst. Mentions of getting married. Reader is Semi-Grade 1. Reader dies in a mission. WC: 624 A/N: To make up for not posting in like...forever, I present to you a totally proofread drabble!!

After Suguru switched sides, Satoru swore to never put such trust in another person. Suguru meant almost everything to him, but in the end he used it as an advantage. But then...you arrived. Such a naive, cherub of a junior. It started slow. Being his usual cocky self, he teased you endlessly. Mocking you, being dramatic when you retaliate, subtling trying to hint at you that he's interested. You were surprisingly feisty for how you look. Eventually you caught on, and it was great. Satoru was so, so sure that you were made especially for him. You kept him humble and he kept you on your toes...sort of. More like down-to-earth for the both of you. But you two fit together like two pieces in a jigsaw puzzle, always knowing what to say to one another when emotions get the best of you. He was certain that since fate had pushed you two together, it didn't dare rip you from one another. But here he was now. He stood motionless in front of your cold body, laid on one of Shoko's operating tables. A white cloth rested over you, covering you from head to toe. His heart raced, deafening him from anything else. He shakily took off his blindfold, the black fabric falling to the floor. He willed for this to be a dream, for the vision in front of him to be a lie. But, as he's told others before, "My six-eyes don't lie". "No no no no no no no NO!" He screams, voice rising as his hands flying to your shoulders, throwing the cloth away and shaking your corpse. "Wake up wake up WAKE UP!" He yells at you, voice cracking as his vision blurs from the tears leaking down his face, dripping onto the metal table under you. "DON'T LEAVE ME! I NEED YOU!" Shoko steps forwards, hand on his shoulder. "Satoru. She's gone. It's too late." She says softly, pulling him away from your cold body. "WE PLANNED SO MUCH TOGETHER! WE WERE GOING TO GET MARRIED AND TRAVEL ACROSS THE WORLD, SAVING AS MANY PEOPLE AS WE COULD!" He doubles over, mind in a whirl as he slumps onto the wooden bench. "I want her back...I need her back...Come back to me...come back..." He sobbed, the tears splashing onto the ceramic floor, forming a small puddle. Shoko sat down next to him, placing her hand on his shoulder again. The pair sat there for some time, Shoko patiently waiting for him to stop crying. Satoru buries his face in his hands, eyes puffy and sore from crying. "We were going to get married...we had picked out the rings already..." He said weakly, voice gruff and raspy. Shoko patted his shoulder gently, eyes soft. "We did all we could. Nothing could've saved her from this fate." She whispered, feeling bad for him. Satoru suddenly reaches into his pocket, drawing out a ring box. "I carried this around with me, waiting for the perfect time. I want her to wear this, even if she's not with me. Please." He begged, voice desperate as he gazed at shoko. "...alright. But remember, she'll always be with you. No matter what." Shoko responded, eyes firm as she stated her words. Inside was a plain gold band, but engraved in it was the words "the love of my life" in diamond. It was simple, but it clearly meant a lot. Satoru shakily opens the box and takes out the ring, standing up and walking over to your body. He takes your hand, and softly slips the ring onto your finger. "I love you, Y/N. I will never stop loving you. Let us reunite someday. Let us live the life we've always wished for."

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 8 thoughts:

. . . . .

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

WHAT THE FUCK! WHERE DO I EVEN START? WHAT DO I EVEN SAY?

I just. I . . . WHAT?!?

Ok I'm just diving in, it's probably gonna be chaotic (hey, just like the Endbringer fight!)

Someone needs to give Scion like, a beeper. Get a tinker on that to make it an extra good one. Maybe it should be in bracelet form so he can't lose it? Fuck it, just give him an ankle monitor as well so we know where he is at all times.

I adore the shit out of Dragon and really wish she didn't run a fucking prison so I could like her even more.

Legend is not great at the pre battle pep talk. He doesn't lie to them sure, but that sure doesn't seem to help moral at all. Sometimes you just gotta go "lets fucking do this!" and start punching gods ugly middle child.

Seriously, he just keeps bringing the mood down. They probably shouldn't have let him do this after his villain "not boyfriend" died fighting an Endbringer, it clearly tore this man apart. (No this is not canon as far as I know and I don't expect it to be. But I took this "I have seen too many good heroes,” he paused for a fraction of a second, “And villains, too, die because they let their guard down." and just fucking ran with it. He paused cause he was chocked up because his rival that had incredible sexual tension with him got killed fighting an Endbringer. It's canon for me.)

Sucks to be Newfoundland I guess. Or sucked. Cause it ain't there no more.

I wonder if we get full death numbers for all the Endbringer attacks ever. Or even just how many attacks there have been. Obviously Kyushu and Newfoundland were extreme causality events. But Kyushu was Leviathans 6th attack, so they had at least started to learn how things work. It seems like the first few Endbringer attacks would have been massive. I dunno, I like numbers and I'm curious.

The fight holy shit it just keeps going. Everyone is fucking dying and it just keeps going. Skitter is doing her best in all of it and I'm proud of her. Providing medical aid when she can't figure out what else to do. She's a good egg. Look for the helpers.

Tattletale just gets washed off a roof and I have to spend the rest of the fucking arc waiting to learn if she is ok! I was worried about my baby! Not Skitter, my other baby. No not Bitch, the third baby.

Early on I said "throw Clockblocker at him". And while that didn't exactly happen I am glad that I had the right idea. Too bad they didn't use the timestop grenade after that instead of before though, could have just stuck him in time for a few years. Kicked the can down the road as it were.

Look at Skitter being the one to get someone to save Clockblocker too. Everyone is there but she is the only one that noticed he was drowning. She is very good at seeing the details. Saving his life is a fair trade for the whole bug thing at the bank.

At least a lot of the Nazis croaked during the fight. That's a small bonus.

Of fucking course Magic Stick Batman tried to plan this all so he gets to have the big final fight and be the hero. Let a bunch of people die to do so. No surprise at all, this guy has been an asshole since day 1.

On the note of him though, more like "Armmaster" now! Eh? Ehhhhhhh? Cause, cause see, Leviathan ripped off his arm. So now he only has one arm. Instead of two. An 'arm' instead of 'arms'. See? You get it.

AND THEN WE GET SKITTER GOING BACK IN TO THE SHELTER TO FIGHT LEVIATHAN 1 ON 1 TO SAVE CIVILIANS. "Which left me only one thing to do.  I had to be better than Mr. Gladly." FUCKING LOOK AT HER! LOOK AT MY AMAZING DAUGHTER! SHE IS THE BEST OF US!

AND THEN SHE TORE LEVIATHAN A NEW ASSHOLE! LITERALLY!

And then he just fucking breaks her back and she starts to drown.

AND THEN! AND THEN AND THEN!!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! FUCKING BITCH! BITCH PULLS HER OUT OF THE WATER RIGHT BEFORE SHE DROWNS! JUST COMES OUT OF NOWHERE AND SAVES HER GIRLFRIENDS LIFE!!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!

And then all the dogs die. And I got very sad. And very mad.

Fucking Scion finally shows up, the last two dogs die after he gets here but he doesn't really try to move fast enough to save them. I spent like 10 minutes just swearing up a fucking storm at this guy for not coming sooner. I'm pretty sure the Endbringers are his fault anyway. Fuck this prick.

And after all this Skitter has to deal with being cuffed up in a hospital! WTF guys. Rude.

I really feel like they should just pass some laws to prevent capes from suing hospitals during events like this so the hospital staff can actually talk to people. Seems like it would make things a shit ton easier.

Panacea is in love with her fucking sister isn't she? God dammit girl. You are definitely going to end up as a villain and a really fucked up one too.

I fucking LOVE that Taylor escaped the handcuffs by using her bugs to get a key and everything! She is so fucking clever, I love the shit out of her.

Sophia is Shadow Stalker I FUCKING CALLED IT! FUCKING HA! (See Arc 6 thoughts). Also more proof that the heroes are shitheads.

I loved watching Tattletale absolutely god damn CLOWN on Armmisser. Uses his password to get priority access. Just completely reveals all the shit he pulled. Fucking Legend laser blasts him when he tries to attack her, amazing. I will never not love to see this man get clowned on.

BABIES BREAKING UP? EVEN IF JUST FOR A CHAPTER? NO!! BABIES BE FRIENDS FOREVER!

The dogs names carved into the monument. Just. Fuck. I cried. A lot. They were the bestest puppies. They were brave. They were strong. They were good. They mattered.

Interlude 1 thoughts - I loved getting some Lisa PoV. She is possibly my favorite and getting to see her power from her perspective was fun.

Interlude 2 thoughts - Coil is a horrible horrible human. I've established that. But oh my god I would read an entire book from the perspective of someone with his power. I love the shit out of powers and abilities like that I dunno. Just my absolute favorite.

[sleepyangelkami]

INDIGNATION j.todd

 ☆ WORD COUNT - 3K

JASON TODD X FEM!READER  ☆ SUMMARY - the joker has tortured jason enough so he moves onto the thing he knows he loves the most.

 ☆ WARNINGS - angst, torturing, whump, blood and gore, ptsd, crowbar lol, beatings, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

it was supposed to be a good night, one filled with laughter and excitement, those nervous grins across the table because even after so long, jason still managed to make you so utterly timid especially when it came to flirting. you loved the boy with your life as he did you, so the plan had been to spend the evening at a restaraunt of your choice though he knew anything you picked, he would adore.

but while it was supposed to be a lovely night spent with your boyfriend of three years, though you had been friends much longer than that, everything turned to a change. he knew he was a little late though you would hardly blame him for having to help dick grayson get ready for his own date, instead you'd smile and tell him it really wasn't a problem. you were always kind like that. so you waited for him, outside of the restaraunt by yourself.

you supposed, looking back on it you perhaps shouldn't have waited outside alone in a summers dress within the black amiss of the gotham streets, it wasn't safe and the vigilante had warned you of such over and over, you supposed it was your fault after all that you were now in the situation you were in.

it all happened so fast, he approached you on his motorcycle, a sloppy grin on his face as it matched your own, you remembered kissing him softly and that was one of the last things you remembered before a sharp blow to the back of your head.

and now, as the man sat strapped to a chair the only thing on his mind was the unconscious girl in front of him, he didn't care for what would happen to him for he knew nothing could be worse than loosing you, his love. he knew who it was, the joker, he'd never truly leave even when jason prayed to any sort of god above that he would. he was always watching, like a stalker behind a camera, lurking though the man supposed it wouldn't be too hard to find out about you seeing as it had been all over the papers, the son of bruce wayne, supposedly died, dating the daughter of his fathers best friend.

"c'mon, princess, you gotta wake up." though he wanted to reach out, to push the hair away from your bloodied cheek that it was sticking too, you had fallen and cut your face yet nothing happened to him, why had the joker kept him if he weren't going to do anything aside from knocking him out and dragging him to your whereabouts. he cursed as he looked down at the restraints, holding him into the chair so he couldn't lift his arm.

it was the splutter of a cough that had his head instantly springing up from where it hung, eyes instantly surveying your form as you, weakly, attempted to sit up though with great difficulty due to your own restraints, chaining you to the stone wall behind you, it was damp on your back like a cloth dipped in water. the first feeling was confusion, the next was fear, and after that you weren't too sure what came up albeit you were sure it was more than five emotions mixed together. "jay?" a feeble rasp, the back of your throat felt like sandpaper.

"i'm here, baby, right here." confused, hazy, eyes glancing towards him where he sat wishing for nothing more than to allow himself out of the restraints, to hold you in his arms. he was a vigilante, he had seen a lot of fear in his life but on your face, he was sure that the emotion was enough to make a grown man cry, enough to make him swallow the lump at the back of his throat, apparently. "I'm gonna get out of here, 'kay? just gotta hold on." attempting to scratch the restraints against the seat he was shoved into, hoping they'd rip open but the attempt worked to no avail.

a night supposed to be filled with laughter and happiness, so why did tears coat your eyes? why did you back yourself against the wall only to glance up at your wrists, tied in some sort of cuffs that looked to be something one would only see in a tv werewolf show, then you remembered it was real life, that the blood surrounding your wrists from accidentally pulling a little too hard.

the sound of loud doors creaking had both the lovers heads turning, fear written all over them. "I see you have both awoken, good, it was getting a little boring all by myself." and a shrill laugh that had your body sinking into the wall further. you had always known of the joker, the man that had taken away the love of your life once but never, had you seen the man, sure on tv or on the newspaper but not in real life, not so close to you. "and what do we have here, a scared little doe?" You tried to back your face away when dirtied, calloused hands came in contact with your chin, holding it in place sternly. you were scared, terrified, even but even so you did everything you could to hide it on your face, unfortunately, you were never a great actress.

"let her go." the words gritted through the mans teeth, he was furious, he had never had a bigger indignation for someone other than the man in front of him, his hands on his loves face. "do whatever the fuck you want to me but let her go." but he wouldn't beg, he never did before and he certainly wouldn't begin now. he didn't miss the way your eyes flickered with distress because as utterly petrified as you were, you were double times for the love of your life. you had lost him once, it would never happen again.

this didn't seem to frighten the joker nor did he halt, instead, he roughly let go of your jaw in which you stared up at him in terror. it had occured to you that you were never often scared for yourself, usually, you were worrying about your lover and now as you sat on the cold ground, all you could do is stare. your mouth didn't open nor did your eyes blink, you just stared. you always wondered if you'd have a fight or flight instinct but never would you have guessed it would be to freeze. "how romantic, the knight ready to give himself up for the princess." a grin on the mans face, his makeup almost embedded into his skin.

"she's not a part of this-" but the joker was quick to shut the man down.

"oh, but she is." seemingly more serious than before, you didn't like this look, suddenly his laughs and grinned seemed so much less scarier than his serious, stern expression. "you knew she was as soon as you asked her to be yours." the jokers eyes moved from jason's to yours. "and now she'll pay the price for your idiocy. i mean, the papers, the news, you didn't really think no one would find out?" and his shrill laugh back, a giggle but not one filled with joy or happiness, one with a set goal to strike you with terror. "you're the reason she's here, you're the reason she's going to die, not today, maybe not this week, this month, maybe not even this year but the girl will die." turning his stern glance back to your boyfriend. "and her blood will be on your hands." and suddenly something struck jason todd, a strong, careless vigilante that people looked to when they needed a cold opinion, now he sat in the chair and his own stomach doubling over because for once in his life, the joker was right. jason todd would be the death of you, and he couldn't prevent it. "now... where were we?"

the sight, joker standing above your body, unmercifully beating your limp body with something sat in between his fingers, gripped harshly. but for a second, jason couldn't hear your pleas for him to stop, he couldn't hear your whimpers and attempts to get away from the man that so cruelly beat your body for his eyes had attached to something else. a crowbar, sitting harshly in his hands. a crowbar, possibly the very same one. but it didn't matter to jason for the only thing on his mind, he wouldn't let what happened to him happen to you, he couldn't. he wouldn't.

"hey! get the fuck off her!" but his shouts working to no avail. "don't fucking touch her!" attempting to shove his leg out, trying with everything he could to hit the joker in some way but he couldn't, he was too far away and all he could hear was your whimpers and sobs, begging the man to stop. "stop it!" but he couldn't help the glass that coated his eyes. he remembered this all too well, he couldn't re live the past but he gladly would if it meant you being safe. you were yelping, gasping and crying, but your body could hardly get away from the man covered in makeup, standing in a purple suit as if he were anything important.

it was jason's fault, all his fault, he should have left you out of this, you never should have been involved yet here he sat, his own voice choked, he couldn't do anything, he wasn't in control and there you lay, getting a beating for simply being in love with him. it wasn't fair, it wasn't fair in the slightest. y/n l/n the sweetest soul on the planet, according to jason, anyway, the girl with the gentlest of touches and the softest of voice, and the worst about it as he knew you lay, weeping and hyperventilating, he knew that in the back of your mind. you were relieved. because your lover was safe, a beating would hurt but nothing could beat the pure agony of the night jason todd was taken away from you.

your cries had begun to slow down, all jason could hear was the sharp intake of breaths as one landing followed the next, he couldn't see you, the joker being in the way of your body but he could only imagine the damage done to your pretty skin. "She won't die to today." the joker appeared to be out of breath as he raised himself from the previous position, his back still facing the man. "but she won't live forever, we both know that." jason's face twisting into some expression to keep himself from letting out the lump that had gathered at the back of his throat though his eyes still covered in tears that had been for you, the sound of your sobs echoing the room. "keep her guarded, while you can." and the joker had the impertinence to laugh. "sorry about that, dollface, nothing personal." as he bent down to stroke your hair from your face, jason heard you let out a whimper, he jolted forward in his chair. "just needed to teach the big boy here a lesson, a gift for your co-operation." as he dropped two keys on the ground in front of you.

for some sick, twisted reason the joker was merely expecting.... a thank you. so he waited, his face watching yours expecting for you to praise him, to adore him for letting you live. you were the kindest in the world, for the man that had killed your husband to be, you could spare nothing but honesty. "fuck you." and for a second, jason had been the proudest of you he had ever been, that was when his face twisted once more, realising that the joker wouldn't have taken such words lightly.

"bitch." slashing your face with something that jason could not see. he held your face up by your hair, pulling harshly on the roots. "you're lucky to be alive now, don't make me regret my decisions." but he needed her to stay alive so jason todd could live in fear, the fear that one day she would be snatched from his grasp, now, however, was not the time because he was sure that jason todd simply wasn't scared enough yet. jason watched as the joker slowly stood, turning to face him. "we'll meet again, the next time i won't be so kind." and that was all he had said before leaving the cold, damp room, the two lovers sat atop stone themselves, alone.

jason couldn't wait to look, he needed to see, he had to apprehend the damage. but as soon as his eyes laid on your body, he was almost upset with himself for looking. you were propped up against the wall, your long chained hands on the ground, your head hanging low but what jason could see from his angle, there was blood, too much blood. yet two keys sat in front of you, the jokers 'gift' had been your ticket straight out of there. "princess, fuck, okay you're gonna be okay, i- fuck." he was stressing, the keys so close to your body yet you were too feeble to take them, to unlock you both but if you stayed still any longer you were sure to pass out. "baby, listen to me, can you hear me?" the panic rising in his voice. a raspy hum in response but your vision completely blurred. "you need to get the keys, get us out of here and let me take you to the hospital, can you do that, sweetheart? c'mon i know you can, you're strong, angel, we both know that." that was something you certainly not, but he was trying to be encouraging, after all you supposed it was your fault you were here in the first place.

your hand reached out, slowly, wearily but nonetheless it reached out. jason could barely see the blood that coated your hand as you grasped the key into your hand, shoving it into the lock of your handcuffs. you unlocked yourself and just as you did so, your arms felt slightly limp. if there was one thing jason knew about you, it was that you were determined, so much so it annoyed him at times how utterly stubborn you were but in the end he loved it with every inch of him. "good girl, c'mon angel can you bring the other key over here? fuck, i'm so proud of you." but you knew it was nothings, to attempt to coax you into freeing him of the restraints.

you had the other key in your hand and somehow, you had made it to his chair, you weren't sure if you had crawled or staggered, you couldn't remember how your body moved from the wall to the centre of the room where jason todd sat in a chair, tied in restraints as you had, and you certainly weren't sure how you had managed to get a key stuck straight into his handcuffs.

it was now that you were close, now that your proximity defied you, you couldn't run, he could see every bruise that tattered your face, a large gash running across your cheek, and all up your arms was more bruises and grazes but he didn't miss how the blood soaked through your dress. your fragile, gentle body littered with so much danger, jason todd had never hated himself more and he could only assume you hated him the same, judging by the way you had not yet met his eyes, not yet said a word.

when his hands finally fell free they came to grab you, gently yet firmly as you practically fell limp. he shoved himself off the chair in an instant, crouching down to the ground with your body, holding you oh so close. he wrapped his arms around you, holding your head to his chest. he would save you but for a second he needed to hold you. to remind himself that you were here, alive, he wasn't sure if it would be the last time he ever would. how could you not hate him? it was all his fault, he was sure that after tonight, he'd never see you again, and how could he blame you?

he was expecting you to shove him away with the little strength you had left, maybe stay silent or perhaps you would raise your voice, he would have if be it he was in your position. however, what he hadn't expected was another whimper as you shoved your head into his chest and the next words to fall from your lips. "i'm sorry." sorry? you? why would you possibly be sorry? "i shouldn't have made you come to dinner, i'm sorry, i'm sorry, s-so stupid." but nothing could ease your sobs as you clung to the larger man.

"hey, hey, sweetheart none of this is your fault." as he pushed your face out of his shoulder with his hands, staring right into your beautiful eyes that looked so saddened, fat tears rolling down your cheeks as you scrunched your brows together. "okay, i fucked up, i never should have left you alone and i won't do it again okay just please- fuck just dont- dont leave me." and he knew how selfish it was to ask of you, to stay with the man that was sure to ruin your life but he wouldn't, not as long as he could help it for he would cling to you for the rest of your life, if you let him.

you shook your head, allowing the silent tears to continue to make their way down your cheeks. "'won't leave. 'wont ever leave." and once again your hands clung to him, like he would disappear if you had let go. he left once, you would never allow that to happen again. "jay, e-everything hurts." everything burned, right through your skin and you couldn't help but shake in his hold.

"fuck- i know baby, i'm gonna save you 'kay? promise." and he did just that. jason todd. some said he was a hero. others say he's a villain. some say that he was once a hero and turned bad others say he was never good to begin with.

but with you? jason had never done anything but save you. an everlasting hero.

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[cheekinpermission]

hello! I was just wondering, do you have any advice for getting so many gems in Twst? Also thank you for your wonderful art, I enjoy looking forward to see what you draw next :D

Buy them

Just kidding! I've only made one purchase for TWST. It was less than $10 and was way back in the beginning for some kind of deal or something.

My 16k gem stash is the product of two years of grinding and selective pulls. I really wish I could say I had some kind of hack but that's really it. I'll talk about how I approach spending resources in the game, though, if anyone finds that useful.

As per usual, I ramble so it'll be under the cut!

1. Pick a favorite character

HEAR ME OUT I KNOW ITS HARD BECAUSE ALL THE CHARACTERS ARE GREAT! But it helps a lot if you're limiting who you're willing to pull for instead of every pretty card that comes out.

Personally, Riddle is my favorite (+ Grim but he's not really a concern card wise) so I'm committed to getting all of his cards. I'd really hate if I couldn't get one of his cards that I really want because I spent my keys / gems on a card that I only kind of wanted. So that's something to think about if it helps keep things in perspective.

All my Riddles!! (I definitely don't have a favorite Riddle shhh)

For example, I absolutely love Ortho's Fairy Gala card. I think it's one of the prettiest in the game! But I didn't pull for it because Ortho isn't a favorite character of mine.

It works the opposite, too. Kalim, Vil, and Ruggie are among my favorites but I've passed on a lot of their cards for one reason or another. I passed on Tsum Kalim because I didn't like the groovy, I passed on Silk Adorned Vil because I didn't like that it didn't have an attached vignette, and I passed on Camp Vargas Ruggie because I didn't like the event itself. While I really love these characters, I'm picky about which ones I'll pull so I don't miss out on a better one later.

For characters that I like quite a bit (top 5 ish), I'll use their free ten set you get on their birthday to try and pull for them. If I don't get them within those ten pulls, I accept it and move on.

I also want to say that this method has allowed to me to get pretty much every card that I've actually wanted. I can even pull for characters that aren't among my favorites (e.g. Idia who has THE BEST SSRS FOR SOME REASON??) and still have a big gem safety net.

I don't pull super often, I don't think, but I've gotten everything I've wanted so I think it's a fair trade-off.

Given my gem stash, you might be able to get away with collecting for a dorm but it'd have to be one of the tiny ones (Scarabia would be excellent because Jamil has almost no SSRs rip)

2. Plan ahead of time using JP TWST events

One of the biggest advantages of JP TWST releasing events way before Eng TWST is that we know what's coming ahead of time so we can plan accordingly. Obviously, this won't work if you're trying to save gems on the Japanese server.

You'll have to be okay with spoilers for the English server, too. At least enough to know if a character you like is in the event. I like to look at the card art and groovies, personally, as those will influence my decision if I'm on the fence.

SPOILERS FOR JP TWST EVENTS

I know which cards that I need to save for in the future:

Riddle’s Swimear SR

Ruggie’s Clubwear SSR

Rollo's SSR (pending available keys)

Riddle's Bloomquet SSR

Vil's Luxe Couture SSR

Vil and Malleus's Tsum SSR (pending groovies)

While we don't have a definitive schedule for a lot of these, a lot of them you can kind of guess.

For example, Riddle's Swimwear SR is part of Stitch's event which seems pretty summer-y to me. It'll likely come out in June or July of this year. Clubwear cards come relatively quickly so I'm anticipating Ruggie's Clubwear SSR fairly soon, too. Gotta make sure I'm saving right now for those bad boys.

Rollo and Riddle will probably come around the same time (Aug-Nov) so I've got a bit of time to build up my collection of keys again.

The others just got released in Japan so they'll take awhile before they reach us and I'm not too worried about them just yet.

SPOILERS DONE!

I think of it like going to the grocery store with a shopping list. Stick to the list and you know you can't overspend!

3. Don't pull for dorm cards

"That's easy for you to say, Cheekin. Riddle is your favorite character and you can get his dorm card for free at the beginning of the game!!"

Why, yes. Yes, you can. Thanks, Riddle!

(Ngl I might've caved and done it for Riddle but ONLY Riddle because he's my fave :D)

Now that all of the dorm uniforms have been released, dorm showcases aren't really a thing but in the event that they do a re-run I would avoid spending keys / gems on them. Same goes for the standard show case. Neither are worth it, IMO.

Dorm uniform cards will always be in the SSR pool regardless of the event, so I think it's better to just take your chances and collect them slowly overtime. Of course, the odds of getting the one you want aren't super high but you'll amass quite a few dorm cards just by pulling for event cards anyways. You're bound to get one you like eventually.

For reference, I've gotten Dorm Idia, Ortho, Vil, Jamil THREE TIMES, Kalim, Azul, Ruggie, Jack, Trey TWICE and Deuce TWICE as a byproduct of pulling for event cards. I wasn't trying to get them but they're here now and I love them for it <3

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And that's about it! Nothing too groundbreaking. The biggest thing is knowing when to stop. Sometimes when I'm on that gacha grind high and I want to pull just cause it's been awhile since I've gotten an SSR, I'll tell myself to do it later because 99% of the time I'll just forget and it'll never happen!

I have been burned by too many gacha games in the past that I refuse to let it happen to me again in TWST (cough Obey Me COUGH)

Here are all my SSRs so you can judge for yourself how effective it is. (Or if its worth it)

I genuinely have no clue what the average number of SSR's a player who has been playing for over 2 years like me has, but I'm comfortable with what I've got. I've gotten all the cards I've wanted and most of the cards I was interested in so I think it's worth it.

tldr: be selective about your pulling, plan ahead, and resist the urge to pull constantly

Thank you for your kind words about my art!! (And if anyone got to the end of all this WORD VOMIT thanks for listening! Reading. Whatever.)

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IWTV S2 Ep3 Musings - Loumand

Last post, I promise; I needed another nap; this ep's a freaking rollercoaster. And these two queens nearly gave me a stress ulcer!

DEBATABLE, Louis. I can think of FAR worse vamps than you, love.

Why're y'all having this whole conversation where anyone can hear?

They got Sartre's wall-eyes down; good makeup this season, team! 👌

DreamStat's a Loumand bed-death truther, jfc. 😭

I wanna know EXACTLY what Armand sees--or "feels"--whenever DreamStat pops up in Lou's head. Cuz he clearly knows precisely where Les is; he looks right in his direction. But does he HEAR Les too? (God I hope not, this song would've had me SEETHING--Back to Hell with you! 😅)

"Oh dear" indeed; I was HOLLERING.

SAM WAS DEVOURING THIS SCENE HOLY GOD GO AWAY DEMON

Armand looked PISSED, I was scared for Louis' life! And he DOES know, actually, yes Lou. I can almost GUARANTEE that he knows PRECISELY where Lestat is AT THIS VERY MOMENT, yes Lou.

If only you knew.... 😬

Claudia's suffered more than Christ. And nice cut to Daniel sneaking around with Raglan James as Armand talks about Furies punishing "human wrongdoing." It's really interesting that Armand told the lawyer that LOUIS is the owner of the paintings. Is he the owner of the penthouse too? HOW MANY DEEDS DOES HE HAVE, ROLIN?

I wonder what AMC might be saying about Loumand's art collection, not just wrt what we know about art heist!Armand (which we'll likely see a nod to in Ep4 at the Louvre); but also wrt what we know about Dubai's godawful neocapitalist hellscape economy, and Loumand's "moralizing" about Parisian black markets in S01E02.

I wonder if that's the excuse Armand'll give the coven when Louis shows up for dinner in Ep4--very much NOT dead; and rips out Santiago's tongue.

WILD voice-over, cuz you KNOW that's what Santiago was thinking, too, LOL. (You wish, Francis.) But yes: Louis' finna end your whole career. XD

Another TERRIFYING jumpscare from the coven, like in Ep2 with Annika. Louis, I am shocked & appalled--can you not HEAR all these vamps planning your bloody murder around you? CLAUDIA! WTF!?

But this is how you know Armand's true personality--he hates getting his hands dirty. He kills all the time, but he makes his victims' deaths pretty. He'd rather sit back & let Lestat/Louis come in and wreck his whole coven, even though he has the power to just light those mofos up all on his own! I wish AMC emphasized a bit more that Armand not only writes/directs the plays--he's an ACTOR, too. And istg he's an expert at PRETENDING to be helpless, meanwhile he's the strongest vamp that's NOT one of the Children of the Millennia (thanks to how well Marius made him).

Armand, that is LOW; waiting until Claudia's stuck under the oaths b4 you tell her she's guilty of breaking Great Laws she doesn't even know about yet. WTF?

How TF you gon' hold Louis accountable for following the Laws when he wasn't even allowed to be in the effing room when they were read!? He's not even a member! WTF! (I get it--any rogue vampires are subject to death, yadayada; we know it's a stupid policy.)

I love how he plans to leave by himself here--it had nothing to do with picking "another one" over Claudia. He just didn't want to hold her back anymore. And his presence was causing problems. 😭 It's so cute that Louis' stipulation about London was that if it's "too large" he'd leave and go to Ireland (?!?)--he's become agoraphobic or something? He just wants to be alone in his hermit hole--MOOD. 😭

Good to get confirmation that the Fire Gift here is Armand and blessedly NOT Santiago--so why's he zooming around in the sewers?

Look, sometimes folks make terrible first impressions--Lestat was being hella racist, Louis' always playing defense, Armand was finna kill Louis in a gay public park. It happens.

Foreshadowing like crazy, as usual.

WILD thing to say. I'm gonna cry, please stop.

(What kinda hypocrisy is that, when you were made young your dang self!?) She's already 30+ years old--maybe she'll last a little longer if y'all (read: sexist, racist, ageist, ableist, etc society) don't eff around tryna make her life even harder! But AMC's deliberately cutting Claudia's life in half, compared to the books, cuz misogynoir's real and Claudia gets NOTHING out of vampirism, not even a fair chance. And y'all let her into the coven KNOWING how much she loves y'all, and KNOWING y'all were gonna kill her. EFF THIS WHOLE COVEN, ARMAND INCLUDED. (Lemme calm down--this kind of betrayal is exactly how Lestat must've felt in S01E07; I get it; they're getting a taste of their own medicine. But LESTAT EFFING HAD IT COMING. The coven should've just told them: y'all got til sunrise to GTFO our territory, you're not welcome here. This whole bit's unnecessary.)

THE PARALLELS ARE PARALLELING

SKILL ISSUE. Cuz Louis' got the least power, and he's finna clear that whole bish out in just a couple episodes. 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

Louis, love, ARMAND DON'T GIVE A EFF ABOUT RAISING SOME OTHER MAN'S OFFSPRING. This is the call of the wild, as Alphas KILL the children their stolen Omega brides had for other Alphas/Betas, so he can restart the gene pool with HIS DNA instead. I know y'all had National Geographic back then already--READ A BOOK, Louis, it's what you're best at.

Incredible. After all of that Louis said Lestat never broke him. BENT BUT NEVER BROKEN, that's right! 💪😤

Boy, we're not talking about some little (unrequited) CRUSH over a man you only knew for a few months (which you've CLEARLY not gotten over yet). Louis was MARRIED to the man for 30 YEARS. This is his MAKER. Lestat knew his whole family; went to the Black cookouts and everything! They literally built a home AND business together! They raised a child together! WHATCHU KNOW ABOUT THAT!?

And that's LESTAT'S DAUGHTER TOO--how much can you possibly love EITHER of them while planning to knock her off!? I can't listen to too much more of this. *hands Louis the torch and scythe*

Beautiful end of this STACKED episode. Incredible work, AMC! Jacob acted his PANTS off; he excels at the trembling voice, agonized facial expressions, and utter mental breakdowns. He's pulling DEEP within him, holy god; it's so raw, it's almost hard to watch. EMMY WHEN?!

[imonthemoonitsmadeofcheese]

The Enucleation of Eris Morn

A Festival of the Lost collaboration with @hiseumingo through @d2artevents

Link to Ao3 if you prefer to read it there

There are queer things told in the deep space cold      By the ones who venture far I seen horrible blights and gruesome sights      Too dark for planet or star But none are as bad, or as horribly sad      To make even a Deathsinger moan As when hope got squished, and ol’ Three-Eyes wished      On her Ahamkara bone

Wei Ning was a Titan, and always fightin'      Everyone loved her laugh If bad stuff needed killing she was always willing      To fight on Earth's behalf She volunteered when the call went out      To clear the Moon of Hive The Great Disaster's what they called that after      Very few got out alive

Now Eriana-3, was an Exo, you see      A Praxic Warlock, too She loved Wei Ning more than anything      So when Crota killed Wei, she knew There'd be nothing here that'd ever come near      To what she'd lost and, well, The only thing left was to get revenge      And march straight into hell

Ol' Three-Eyes was once Two-Eyes      And was a Hunter at that time She and Wei were tight, and when they took Wei's Light      The Hive had crossed a line So when Eriana-3 said come with me      First in line was Eris Morn They made a pact, and just like that      The First Crota Fireteam was born

They needed a way for Crota's death to stay      Or he'd just get back up from his throne Wei Ning bein' snuffed was proof enough      They couldn't use brute force alone His brains might've been scattered but Toland the Shattered      Said he knew a way "I think he's a jerk, but it just might work"      Was all Eriana had to say

So they gathered three more to kick down the door      And finish what Wei Ning began They snuck on the Moon's surface with terrible purpose      Intent to enact their plan They didn't know as they went down below      Giving one last look at the skies That no one among them would ever again      See the stars with their own eyes

Vell Tarlowe was the first to go      Got overrun by Thralls The horrid crunch as his bones got munched      Echoed through those hellish halls Sai Mota laughed as she breathed her last      While Omnigul watched her die The wormrot infested her, then it digested her      And that was the end of Sai

Eriana's doom was a snappy tune      By a Deathsinger named Ir Yut As it turns out that musical shout      Was power absolute A power so strong came out from her song      Eriana's Light couldn't outshine Toland betrayed her, and when Ir Yut had flayed her      He was willingly next in line

Toland's secret goal was to rip out his own soul      And in death become redefined He sold them all out to that Deathsinger's shout      And it blasted his fractured mind It's incredibly tragic that his love of Hive magic      Corrupted his brain with its call But he got what he wanted and now the Moon's Haunted      By Toland the sparkle ball

Now, he wasn't the first, but by far the worst      Was the fate of the Hunter Omar A Hive Wizard caught him, then gleefully taught him      That death ain't the worst thing by far She enjoyed how he squealed, every time that she peeled      Another small piece of his Light Eris Morn cried, at the time, still two-eyed      Unable to save him that night

Six had gone in with a good plan to win      'Till hope from them all was torn Five had found death and the only one left      Was the Hunter Eris Morn She knew she was stuck, but she wouldn't give up      And her ghost encouraged her sweetly Yet, each time she rested the Hive manifested      She couldn't escape them completely

They hid best they could but her ghost understood      That the Hive were attracted to Light And that little ghost loved Eris Morn most      And acted upon that insight So as Eris cried at her ghost's suicide      She was hid by the shadows around her And try as they might there was no more Light      To track, so the Hive never found her

Lost in the dark, without her ghost's spark      Eris Morn was abandoned in hell She wouldn't give in, and let the Hive win      But the way out, she couldn't tell She fought and she hid and somehow, she lived      For a hundred years all alone She had one option left, and it wasn't the best:      An ahamkara bone

She made her bargain in that bleak garden      Of chitin and sickness unkind The bone took its price, and it wasn't nice:      Eris learned the way out, but was blind Now what would she do? And as if on cue      A Hive Acolyte found her location No ammo, one knife, but she still clung to life      And fought with sheer desperation

Without her sight, it was quite the fight      But in the end Eris struck true And as the Hive died Eris realized,      Perhaps three eyes could replace two With a snick and a chop, her eyeballs went plop      With her own knife she dug a new hole With a bit of Hive voodoo and a lot of bad juju      She soon achieved her goal

Running on pure spite in that endless night      Eris Morn was purpose driven With her wits and her grit, she crawled out of that pit      But the Hive would not be forgiven As she saw the stars rise with her Acolyte eyes      Her need for vengeance burned bright And so Eris Morn, became Bane of the Swarm      And to this day continues to fight

There are queer things told in the deep space cold      By the ones who venture far I seen horrible blights and gruesome sights      Too dark for planet or star But none are as bad, or as horribly sad      To make even a Deathsinger moan As when hope got squished, and ol’ Three-Eyes wished      On her Ahamkara bone

[yaoiconnoisseur]

♠ Knight of Spades - Mari ♠

〈 Protector of Innocence 〉

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Ahhh I finally get to post this :D It was an honor to be able to contribute to the amazing project that is Yuri!!! On Cards from the Yuri!!! On The Web Discord server!

You can see the entire project via this masterpost! If you'd like more context for this gigantic YOI AU, head over to this blog post for an explanation of everything.

I'd like to give a massive shoutout to @arom-antix and @lines-on-ice for basically putting this all together and making this amazing idea a reality. I know Arrow credits me as one of the admins of this project, but I really only made a Google Drive and did a little research for the artists on how to format their cards haha

I had a ton of fun coming up with Mari's design as the Knight of Spades. I knew right away that I wanted Mari's design to reflect her Japanese heritage since the suit of Spades is a fully Japanese cast.

I've cut me talking about the art itself and my thought process while working on it so I don't nuke your dash, but if you'd like to read my ramblings feel free to

Making Mari a samurai was an easy choice since, one, that's basically what a knight was in Japan (albeit there was no legal binding between a daimyo and his samurai), and, two, I've always HC'd Mari as a protective older sister in the sense she'd be fairly hands off until someone made the mistake of bullying her little Yuuri.

I wanted her armor to be blue since that was the overarching color scheme for Spades, but choosing what blues to use was.. Difficult. There needed to be enough contrast between the different pieces of her armor to show that the armor is made of multiple parts while keeping the hues and brightness values close enough to still look cohesive. I also wanted to keep the blues relatively low saturated to bring our Mari's blonde highlights.

(As I was coloring her armor I realized half way through that I basically drew a Samurott ginjinka oops (￣▽￣*)ゞ)

I had originally intended for the sarashi (the belt) to be pure white, however when I put all the base colors down I realized the white was too much and pulled your eyes away from Mari's overall form. I knew having the belt be pure blue would make the belt blend in too much with the rest of the armor, so I ended up making the belt mostly blue with white accents as a compromise. I still wish the belt could have been white, but oh well.

As for the katana.. That was originally going to be pure blue, but like the belt problem, I had issues keeping the katana from looking muddied. I ended up trying five different variations of black/dark gray until I settled on what you see above lol. It was really difficult making the hilt of the katana look nice because if I went too dark with the blacks I would lose detail on the hilt, but if I went too light I would lose the contrast with the hilt's blues. As for the saya (scabbard/sheathe) I wanted it to be black, but I ended up matching it to Mari's armor instead because a black saya with a mostly black hilt somehow made the entire katana look flat.

The color palates I used for everything else was just me eyeballing her fleshtone and hair color through various screenshots I ripped directly from the show.

The background gave the the most trouble out of everything though because I'm not particularly great at making interesting, minimalistic backgrounds for my art. The card looked to plain without some sort of variation of color behind Mari, but since her armor was already so complex I needed a background that didn't take away from those complexities and didn't muddy the entire piece. I had originally planned to do a sumi-e type background, however I found that no matter what I did the sumi-e designs took away focus from Mari. Eventually I settled on a default abstract Procreate brush and drew lines until something stuck.

Overall I had a blast making this and also the borders for the rest of the cards! I learned a lot about how to format and prep digital canvases for making a card deck, too lol

[lovelovelovelovelove987654321]

i absolutely loved the neighbor Simon thing you wrote and would love to see it continued, if you’re comfortable of course!

PS this is my first ask to anyone like ever so sorry if it’s weird or wrong

Thank you for my first ask! I'm honored to be your first ask as well!

Neighbors

Part 1 Part 2

Proofread by the lovely @crashtestbunny and @talooolaaloolla

Tw: female reader

A few minutes later, Ghost thought he must be in heaven. If he was dreaming before, then what was this? He didn't know how it happened. Maybe there was some exchange, a few pleasantries? He felt like his brain was utterly scrambled.

You were standing in his kitchen, if one could really even call it that. A stained sink, cracked countertops, and rotting cabinets, along with a gas stove/oven set that almost certainly violated local safety ordinances. Somehow, it seemed better and worse with you there. Better, because it seemed like everything would be infinitely better near you. Worse, because he wished he lived in a perfectly maintained mansion so you wouldn't mind visiting. Staying or a few minutes, a few hours, a few lifetimes.

"Need any help unpacking? Cleaning?"

Your sweet voice shook him from his reverie, brought him back to the situation at hand: You being angelic and him dumbly holding the container of cookies, staring.

"Ah-" He paused. If he said yes, would you think he was telling you he only wanted you as a hire-on maid? No, that was stupid. Neighbors were just friendly. Normal people were friendly. If he said yes, maybe you'd stick around. Maybe he could make you smile brighter. He didn't think he was very funny, but the lads did. Soap. You'd like Soap, he could tell. Maybe he could introduce you two? He didn't really have friends to tell you about. Not that you'd asked about them. Not that you would.

"That'd be nice." He finally responded tonelessly.

"Great! I have cleaning supplies in my flat, I can go get them-" You paused suddenly and Ghost panicked. Had you seen a gun? An assassin? Were you okay? Had he done something wrong?

"-Unless you have some?" You finished.

"...No." He immediately wanted to beat himself up. He was too abrupt, too rude. He should be soft for you, gentle.

And cleaning supplies! Bloody supplies. Of course he should have some. He hated when things were dirty. Wasnt his barrack always spotless? But he hadnt been planning to be here much. Although, now that you were here, maybe he would take a little bit more leave.

Cleaning supplies. He didnt want to inconvinience you, he should have his own. He could go buy some tonight, maybe? Or this afternoon. Or right now. Or-

"I'll go get mine, then. That works better, even. I have very specific taste in scrubbing utensils." You winked at him, then, playfully, and there was laughter hidden just below the surface of your voice.

He could die a happy man right then and there. The wink was so familiar. So happy. He didn't deserve this, it should be ripped away from him. Except- except. Except he had to go buy cleaning products that matched yours so that he could have backups if you ran out. Except he needed to know your favorite color so he would know what new pair of bedsheets to buy. Except he needed to know your favorite food so that he could cook for you, maybe. Except he needed to know your favorite flower so he could give you some.

"Alrigh'" Was his only response. You smiled at him one last time before leaving the room, walking towards the door. He wanted to scream, cry, beg you to please never leave him, never turn your back to him. But you were just leaving to have a reason to come back. You'd be back.

You had to be.

[directdogman]

hello there dog!!! firstly, i just want too say im incredibly proud too see how far you have come, dialtown is so special too me, and for not only that game to be so loved, but also for you too be so involved in the community, is amazing keep up the great work! i do have a question, i am working on a theory pertaining to my favorite characters gingi/milton, and if i may, i have a couple questions about him specifically, if you don't mind of course :) 1. what made you come up with the design/personality of gingi?

2. what are your personal feelings/thoughts on gingi? are you satisficed with them as a character? or are there anything you wish you could change now? 3. this is a wierd one but, gingi generally does not really care what he looks like/what others think, so im really curious why hes so meticulous with making his phone/type head, and if he is so bent up about it, why not try to get someone like Oliver to make him a more proper one? instead of replacing the rotten flesh over and over

4. idk if you can answer this one, but i dont think it can hurt to try...was gingi around, before callum lost his mind?

if you cant answer this, then i have another, what flower would best represent gingi?

Milton question:

ok so....did Callum just straight up cheat on his Marla with Milt?...or am i mistaking something? what i read on the wiki says that milton and Callum had a romantic...fling?

2. did norm know milt? where they friends?

3. does mingus know at least some of the extent of miltons involvement with callum?

4. are there any plans with milton? he seems like such a cool character with crazy potential

that's my questions done, again thank you if you answer! and if not, thank you for making a truly special game, cant wait too see more gingi and dialtown in the future

1)Design for Gingi was primarily based on Frankenstein's aesthetic applied to a the chupacabra. Personality was largely ripped from quite a few unpublished stories/ideas I had before making DT. There's a few protagonists in other things I'd written as potential new game/story ideas that are eerily like Gingi.

2)I'm really really happy with Gingi as a character and I wouldn't change anything that I've established. I like how Gingi starts the game and changes by the end because it's pretty vast, but also not a complete change (and it happens very very gradually.)

TBH, outside of Gingi's interactions in DT, the fandom doesn't really know anything concrete about Gingi due to Gingi's poor memory. Until Gingi formed real human relationships, there was nothing to anchor to, just fragmented and barely remembered individual interactions. Honestly, the bigger picture is really interesting and I'm very happy with Gingi as a protagonist and I'd love to make sequels to DT as I've had concrete ideas for where the character would get up to in potential sequels for years now!

3)Gingi's flesh-head is a bit of a mystery. Gingi doesn't have the same adverse reaction to rotting things that most people do, but does have a general chip in its shoulder about being judged as lesser by others. Gingi (generally) does not make efforts to change its appearance to be seen as less repulsive by others, as we can plainly see from the fact Gingi often forgets (or refuses) to wear clothes.

4)I have all the main character date of births written down, so I could tell you Gingi's exact age... but it's more fun if I don't.

FOR MILT:

1)I'm not really sure why the wiki says that. There's no canon materials that state that Crown + Milt had an affair together. I think someone just read between the lines and stated their hunch as a fact.

2)Norm and Milt met but didn't know each other well. There was a cut mention of Milt in Norm's dialogue, but after a lot of head-scratching, felt the topic was too forced. Norm wouldn't have volunteered the information unless it was relevant to the scene and Gingi would not have asked.

3)Mingus knows about Milt, though not intimately. The only person alive during Mingus' lifetime who could've talked about Milt to her was her grandmother Marla, who was a husk of a person for Mingus' whole life (and in particular, talking about Milt would've hurt too much for her given their closeness.) Mingus knows about Milt from her obsessive study of her paw paw's presidency, but not much more than any historian/social studies teacher would. A lot of information I'd consider very important about Milt was never put to paper.

4)I'm not 100% sure why the fandom likes him as much as they do, given how little of him the fandom has seen (and how little information there is about him out there so far.) I just wanted a few references to him included in canon so I could potentially reveal more about him one day without fans wondering how this SUPER important character had never been mentioned. It's incredibly likely that I'll show more of Milt in future DT stuff due to how instrumental he was in Crown's decision-making + rise to power. There would be no practical way to expand on Crown without discussing Milt more.

There's a much bigger picture that the fandom hasn't seen much of that Milt is very important to, though it isn't often relevant to the modern day events of DT. Understanding Milt isn't important to understand DT itself, but is to understand both Crown and exactly how the world (and by extension, Dialtown itself) ended up exactly the way it did. And with time, I will discuss that some more.

[skys-archive]

Rock Lee, vs Disability

This is kind of all over the place. Basically talking about the disability representation we could have had, what we did have, and how just other things around it. This started as just kind of specifically how he could've been great disability rep if they hadn't healed him after his fight with Gaara, but I had more to say so here we are. I'm sure I'll talk about him again when I make my comprehensive post about non canonically disabled characters.

As much as I love Rock Lee and I've always been glad to see him heal and become a great shinobi like he always dreamed, a part of me also wishes he didn't get better. I want a story in popular media of someone who doesn't get to go after their original dreams, the way so many disabled people aren't.

Yes, it was powerful to see a story of advances of medicine and how Tsunade learned from others even an enemy, and Lee being able to get to his dreams despite such horrible odds. But, what about a story of someone who can't? An operation that's too risky, or nonexistent, and how people have to completely rework what they wanted their lives to be because of an illness or injury?

I personally always wanted to in physical jobs, protecting and helping other people. I briefly thought about coast guard or army, for a long time I wanted to be in the fire department or a paramedic. I loved sports like cross country. But those aren't really options for me anymore.

I would love to see a story exploring that. The grief that comes with it, having to rework your life plans. Lee is full of passion in everything he does, I would've loved to see him lose that passion, but learn to find other things to give that passion to.

Maybe see him go into the medical field, hoping help others in the same situation, whether by rehabilitating them so they can follow the dreams he couldn't, or being an example to them as a disabled person who still found joy in a different field, and inspiring them in a way he didn't have.

I think the anime/manga did a genuinely good job at showing the grief and pain and anger that comes with having your dreams ripped away from you, and I think that was really important too, but it would've been so much more powerful if you saw him grow past it instead of just giving him an out.

And also, Gai outright telling Lee to get the surgery just feels, uncomfortable. While sure I think Lee is the kind of person who would've done it anyway, he had big dreams and would do anything if it even had a chance of getting it to him, the people around him still should have been more on the side of letting him make his own decisions. Though in real life people will try to convince you one way or the other. And it wouldn't be a problem if there was variety but there's not really. At the very beginning Tsunade sort of reccomends he doesn't because it's bad odds, but she's a medical professional so, I don't know. Gai reccomends he does. That's it.

The way he was represented that I thought was good was his inability to use genjutsu or ninjutsu. If I had to guess it would be due to a lack of ability to channel his chakra. While I can't think of a real world counterpart at the moment, I'm sure there are similar disabilities, and really any disabled person can relate to just simply not being able to do the same things as their able bodied peers.

Anyway that's my thoughts on Rock Lee and disability

[misshoneyimhome]

Okay okay I’m thinking, our angel boy had a big heart and a dense brain - plus he’s Swedish and as a person who has lived in Stockholm for a while moving from North America…getting those boys to a point where you are dating and finally saying the first “I love you” feels like a million years compared to Canadians! So maybe you’re like on the edge because like duh he’s who you see as your life partner and you know I’m your bones you love him but you still haven’t said it after being like 5 months in so you just casually drop it one night lol rip the bandaid off, what’s his reaction? Dealers choice bby😚

Alright, so I was in the mood for something overly candy-cane sweet, and perhaps something that could maybe be close to reality? (I have no idea, but let’s roll with it) 😅❤️ Let me know if this was akin to what you had in mind bb 😉 otherwise, I may have another idea for it

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Three Little Words I William Nylander

One significant aspect that truly appealed to you about your boyfriend, William Nylander, was his serene and easy-going nature.

He hardly seemed bothered by much, perhaps apart from his affection for his dogs, and his relaxed attitude had a way of influencing those around him.

Yet despite adoring this quality about him, it reached a point where it began to frustrate you. While you knew you were in a committed relationship, somehow the weighty words remained unspoken.

And you longed for hearing those words.

Deep within your heart, you acknowledged your love for William. Love. Not mere fondness, not adoration, nor simply enjoying time together - love.

But it was a great phrase to vocalise. At least, for most people that was.

Five months into your relationship, you were desperate to express those sentiments. Yet, for some peculiar reason, a part of you hesitated. Maybe a part of you wished for William to be the first to utter those words, to openly reveal his commitment to you.

Yet, silence prevailed. He said nothing.

William, however, didn't dwell too much on these thoughts.

He simply found immense joy in being in a relationship without an overly dramatic girlfriend, one who'd spark a quarrel if he didn't head straight home after a match or text her constantly while on the road. No, you were different, and he cherished that about you.

You stood by him no matter what, and nothing ever seemed to set off any alarms.

William had been with several girls during his late teens and adult life, but none of those relationships endured. His hockey career consumed much of his time, causing many women to grow weary of his lifestyle. Consequently, he refrained from fully committing when entering new relationships.

However, when he noticed that you weren't easily intimidated by his bustling lifestyle, he immediately felt the urge to keep you close.

And there was no reason for concern. William had captured your heart almost immediately, and you were completely devoted to him.

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So tonight, you made a mental resolution to test the waters a bit.

During one of your usual date nights on his day off, you had planned to watch a movie together on the sofa after dinner. And this seemed like the perfect opportunity to express your feelings, but it turned out to be more challenging than anticipated.

Throughout the evening, the mere thought of opening up made you incredibly nervous, yet William seemed oblivious to your inner turmoil.

He carried on discussing his training, his preparations for the upcoming match, and how he had honed his skills. His enthusiasm for hockey was endearing.

Initially, he refrained from sharing too much, not wanting to overwhelm you with technical details and descriptions you might not care about. But over time, you had conveyed your enjoyment in listening to him talk about it. Hockey wasn't just a hobby for him; it was his lifestyle and an unfiltered passion to the core. And you simply couldn't help but be captivated whenever he delved into it. His eyes sparkled like Christmas lights, and his words spilled out in sheer eagerness.

It was nothing but adorable.

And as you sat together on the sofa, earnestly trying to focus on your boyfriend's conversation, your mind raced, grappling with how to articulate those three significant words.

Yet, no conclusion emerged.

"Shit," you murmured quietly under your breath.

"What's up, babe?" William asked curiously, but you just shook your head and responded with a sweet 'nothing'.

And after William finished sharing his story, you both switched to watching a movie, settling on the sofa surrounded by your favourite snacks.

The movie was captivating, and soon both of you were engrossed in it. However, when the film's plot touched upon a romantic scene, your initial plan resurfaced.

Summoning a deep breath, you geared yourself up to speak. 'Just get it over with,' you urged yourself. And with William focused on the large TV screen, you softly blurted out, "Willy, I love you."

It felt like a rush of emotions surging out of you as the words left your mouth.

And William was slightly taken aback.

It was a combination of your unexpected choice of words and the abrupt interruption during the movie that left him speechless.

Your expression radiated nothing but sincerity and concern as your eyes searched for any indication of his feelings towards you.

You could almost feel your jaw tightening as he remained silent, his eyes locking with yours for what felt like an eternity, though it was only a few minutes in reality.

But suddenly, he broke the silence.

"You what?"

His tone held neither disgust nor excitement.

"I love you," you repeated softly, this time with a touch more confidence, realising that the words were out and there was no retreat. You felt your body gradually relax, standing by your spoken words with a certainty, irrespective of William's response.

"Babe," William began slowly, "I love you too..."

His voice carried tenderness, yet his facial expression remained inscrutable.

The movie's sound filled the room as both of you sat in silence, eyes fixed on each other.

You studied William's face intently, struggling to interpret his expression, or rather, the absence of one. He maintained a stoic, serious look, but his demeanour seemed calm and nonchalant as always. 

"Do you?" you asked tentatively, prompting a slight shift in William's reaction.

A gentle smile appeared on his face, accompanied by a soft chuckle. "Of course, why wouldn't I?"

His response left you somewhat confused.

"Well, I just didn't know that you did..." you admitted, feeling puzzled by his excessively relaxed reply.

"What do you mean? We've been dating for, like, 4-5 months... you practically live here, and we talk all the time," he grinned broadly.

"That doesn't automatically mean you love me, Willy," you retorted, almost defensively, which only amplified his laughter. "It's not funny! I need to know how you feel."

"Is that why you've been so nervous lately?" His laughter grew louder.

"Well... yeah, maybe... I wasn't sure where we stood, and I wanted to express my feelings. I just didn't know how," you admitted, caught between feeling frustrated by the situation and relieved that it didn't seem to be a significant issue.

"Babe, of course I love you – I know I haven't said it, but that's because I thought you knew..."

His statement took you by surprise. He thought what?

"Willy, darling, how am I supposed to know how you feel if you don't tell me?" you asked, with a nervous grin, causing him to rub his neck as he considered your point.

"I guess... I don't know," he shrugged.

"You do realise I can't read your mind... right?" you lightly chuckled.

"Well, maybe that's a good thing, you know," he joked, shifting his body slightly to draw you closer. "But I do... love you," he added softly, before elaborating. "And I'm sorry if me saying it first meant something to you, but... I've been in relationships on and off for years – and every time I said those words, they'd get all excited... yet a few months later, they were gone anyway. So, I guess I just stopped saying it... in case it wouldn't last."

As William expressed his true feelings, a sense of relief washed over him, leaving you slightly puzzled by his unexpected deep confession.

In fact, you hadn't really considered his perspective on this issue before, but now it all began to fall into place.

"Good," you softly expressed, feeling the weight lift off your shoulders. "And for future reference, please clue me in on what's going on in that head of yours, so I won't be a wreck for weeks," you playfully pleaded.

"Seriously? You've been thinking this over this for weeks?" he chuckled.

"Well... maybe," you grinned. "But that's not the point. What matters is that you promise to share whatever's going on in that sweet little dense brain of yours, no matter what it is."

William couldn't help but smile, his eyes fixed on you, a subtle lick of his lips indicating his amusement.

"Well, maybe, for what I have in mind right now, it's better if I show you instead," he suggested, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

You couldn't resist a chuckle. "Seriously? I was being romantic, and then you bring in your kinky fuckery," you teased, raising an eyebrow.

"Well, of course, you declaring your love – that's sexy, babe, and now I've got to show you just how much I love you too."

Once more, a gentle sigh escaped you as you chuckled at your boyfriend's words, and tenderly, both of you closed the distance between you, meeting in a heartfelt kiss.

[icy-watch]

Well, that was certainly an ending to a season.

I can tell what inspired the Hageman Brothers for the ending of Rise of the Titans (2021). It’s pretty much the same ending beat for beat.

I'm not really sure what I was expecting, but it wasn't that.

I really don't have too many thoughts on the finale, it's mostly just "at least this was the ending to the season, and not an entire series". Was it the best? No. Was it the worst? No. Just meh.

Had I seen this 2 or 3 years ago, I might have felt differently, but RotT really did a number on me. (If you haven't seen any of the Tales of Arcadia series, please consider yourself lucky. It started off very well but ended Badly.)

I'm glad the the sky pirates turned out to be pretty ok in the end. I really grew to actually like them. I'm going to be sad if they don't show up again.

And Echo! Oh, gosh Echo. Sweet baby boy. I loved the little bit of time we got with him. I hope he comes back again.

I haven't looked to see what the next season will be called yet, but I'm hoping we learn more about the previous Elemental Masters. We've been getting a little bit here and there, but it feel like there's more to their story than we've been told so far.

Tomorrow, I'll be watching the Day of the Departed, and maybe the Wu's Teas shorts, if I can find those. Until tomorrow!

@ninjamelissajulien

Below the cut are the predictions I got right and wrong.

Correct

The ninja will be caught at some point by the po-po. And get thrown in a jail cell with one bed.

Nadakhan will pick them off one by one.

The wedding is inevitable. It sure was something.

Mutiny from the crew. Better late than never.

Jay will recruit Echo Zane to help him rescue everyone. He did and he got more friends.

I'm going to cry bc of the wedding thing and everything surrounding that. I cry at things very easily, so this wasn't really a surprise on my end.

Incorrect

Cole will get cured of being a ghost this season. He sure didn't.

Pixal will get a new body. RIP queen.

Nadakhan is going to use Wu to draw out the ninja and make them retrieve the Realm Crystal. This is such a great AU idea.

Going The Mummy (1959 & 1999) route to raise a loved one from the dead -- to bring back Delara. She was brought back via wish, not an entire sacrificial ceremony.

Nadakhan will be trapped in the sword once he's defeated. *disappointed noises*

Flintlocke had a thing for Delara. I'm actually surprised that this wasn't a little subplot. It actually felt like something they would have done.

Jay will be forced to help piece Djinjago together. There were other plans.

Cole, Nya, and Lloyd are going to spend the whole episode planning on how to save Jay. The used that time to try to leave the island. I completely forgot that was something they needed to do in order to even start planning for a rescue mission.

Ronin will help in the rescue mission for Jay. He really didn't.

Jay knowing the ins and outs of the Keep will help them navigate their rescue mission. Yeah. He did all that cleaning for nothing.

Flintlocke swiped the poison and the dart from Clancee. Clancee told Jay where he hid it.

Partially

No one from the Cursed Realm will come back. Sort of? Clouse wasn't in the Cursed Realm when it collapsed, but he was a resident there for a while.

They won't lock Misako up. The didn't even get a chance to finish questioning her before she was kidnapped by Nadakhan.

Kai will be needed to collect the Tiger Widow Venom, and without him the team will struggle. They did struggle without him, but I'm not sure how much help he would have been given the circumstances.

We're going to learn how Jay lost his eye. Sort of? But not really.