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kkpwnall · 2 years ago

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wanted: pool boy at the vampire mansion

for my darlingest louseph @cheatghost who a few days ago sent me the words "pool boy steve at eddie's vampire mansion" at 6 in the morning and immediately got my brain whirring. like 0 to 60, dead asleep to wide awake and writing. so here's less than 1k words of pure ridiculous fun.

[also on ao3]

It’s not a bad gig, really. Even if it stipulates in his contract that he has to be shirtless while he’s on the property. But Steve also signed the contract in his blood so he’s not sure how legal it is.

Plus the pay is insane. He quit his other jobs, and he’s basically got free reign of the pool all day. So he takes his time with the skimmer fishing out all the leaves and dead bugs, swims laps for a while. Spends the rest of the day in a lounger before adjusting the chemicals so it’s perfect by morning.

What do vampires need with a pool anyway?

The four guys stay in the house whenever Steve comes by, but they're friendly enough and wave at him through the dark tinted windows.

One guy ogles him the whole time he works. Not that he really minds. So what if Steve gets to work early, just to put on sunscreen? Who’s gonna know if he puts some extra flex in his muscles while he works? And who cares if they’ve got the cleanest pool in all of Indiana? It’s not hurting anyone.

But Steve's drawn to him the same way he was drawn to the ad in the first place, with his long dark curly hair and unending collection of black band shirts. His crooked smile and dimples and shining brown eyes.

It's just... they've never once spoken. And Steve is dying to get to know this guy who makes the goofiest faces at him. Who was pissed when Steve laughed the first time he did, hands up like devil horns, tongue lolling and eyes crossed. Until Steve made his own face back.

This guy, who plays elaborate charades with Steve through the glass, trying and failing to do the classic walking-down-stairs bit. Who went boneless when one of the guys in his band (? coven? pod? Ask Dustin what a group of vampires is called.) dragged him away while Steve mimed crying, waving an imaginary hanky at him. This guy, who clutched his heart and fell over when Steve lowered his shades and winked at him one day.

And it's because of those shades that Steve has to drive all the way back to the mansion late one night to retrieve them from his usual chair.

When he gets there, someone’s floating in the pool. Someone, with long curly hair spilling all around their head. Someone, wearing all their clothes, and Steve can't tell from the weak pool light if they're face up or face down, but they sure as hell aren't moving.

His lifeguard training takes over between one step and the next, as he bolts for the pool, launching into the water, and throwing himself forward with broad strokes.

Except when Steve gets to him, the guy isn't drowning, he’s sputtering and swearing and pushing away from him in the water. “What are you doing here?!”

“You're not drowning...” Steve says blankly, trying to catch his breath as he treads water.

“No! And thank you for the rescue, Lancelot, but you need to get out of here.” His long hair streams over his face as he spins while Steve paddles around him to make sure he’s really alright.

“Lancelot?” he asks, just to keep the guy talking, to hear more from his honeyed voice. Better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

“A knight in shining armor,” the guy mumbles, trying to hide his face. “A hero rescuing fair damsels and slaying vile beasts.”

Steve chuckles, but doesn’t miss the venom in his last words. He catches him by the upper arm to stop his spinning. “No, I know who Lancelot is, it’s just–”

It’s just he’s even prettier close up. It’s just his skin is freezing cold in the sun-warmed pool water. It’s just he’s looking at Steve, caught somewhere between a grimace and a grin, and his teeth are so so sharp.

“I’m Steve,” he says, moving closer. Entirely entranced by the pool light, the moonlight, the starlight, glimmering in his eyes. Steve’s hand has a mind of its own, rising out of the water to cup the guy’s cheek with a wet palm, “And you’re…”

Gently traces his lower lip, runs his thumb over the sharp canine, careful not to touch the pointed tip.

“You’re beautiful,” Steve breathes.

The guy surges forward, reeling Steve in with a hand on the back of his neck, and kisses him fiercely. Steve kisses him back just as fervently, wraps his arms around his waist and kicks out with his legs to keep them afloat, as his tongue slides past the guy’s teeth to swirl and dance with his.

It's messy and uncoordinated and they sink and bob in the water as they move against each other. The guy's fingers tangle in the shaggy hair at the base of his neck, twisting and snagging. Steve groans and stretches a broad palm up between the guy's shoulder blades, pressing further into him, drinking all of him in.

“It’s Eddie,” he says, pulling back and panting when they finally part. “I’m Eddie.”

Steve grins at Eddie and kisses him again, pushing them through the water towards the edge at the shallow end of the pool. He can think of better uses for his legs right now.

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babyleostuff · 2 years ago

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okay idk how to explain this well but i was thinking about how some members still live together, i was thinking abt mingyu & wonwoo in particular since they do and wonwoo said when he asks mg to make ramen for him at home he makes it while grumbling, so i was wondering if u could write something a little silly like reader & mg are secretly dating cuz it's still very early but also the secrecy is a little fun but mg has had to hide u in various awkward stuffy places of their apartment cuz ww tends to come home early with no warning but this time ww wants ramen so now mg has a reason to grumble over it making it, ww def almost finds u & then he insists on eating it in the living space so u gotta stay hidden uncomfortably even longer but in the end mg promises to make it up to u

ramen | kim mingyu

summary | you had to hide from Wonwoo, who demanded ramen from Mingyu for the hundredth time

genre | fluff

word count | 1k

author's note | this is such a cute request! hope you enjoy this one <3

“Did I just hear the door open?” you whisper-yelled at your boyfriend, smacking him with a kitchen towel. He let out a grunt and massaged his arm where you hit him.

“What? That can’t be possible,” he frantically looked around himself, knocking down a wooden spoon and a saucepan in the process. You cringed at the loud noise caused by your clumsy Mingyu, wishing you could evaporate from the room.

For a second, you froze like statues looking at each other with big eyes and panicked expressions. The door opening could only mean one thing - Wonwoo coming home.

You let out a quiet shriek and hit him once again, only harder. He swore his roommate was supposed to come home a lot later that night.

And now you’d have to hide. Again.

“You’ve got to hide!” Mingyu yelped in a hushed tone, pushing you out of the kitchen while clutching a skimmer in one hand and a pack of ramen in the other.

“You don’t say, genius,” you rolled your eyes, trying to locate the nearest hiding spot you could occupy for the next few minutes.

Hearing footsteps quickly nearing the kitchen, Mingyu pushed you harder in the direction of the living room. You looked around to scold him for treating you so harshly, but instead, you almost laughed out loud at his expression.

His pupils were dilated and he looked as if he was about to cry, while his mouth was in a slight pout. He looked like a small kid that just broke something expensive and now has to hide it from his parents.

Not knowing what else to do, you quickly rolled under their armchair, making sure that nothing was sticking out. Mingyu tore the blanket off the couch and covered the chair so you couldn't be seen.

“That doesn’t look suspicious at all,” you hissed from under the chair, annoyed that you didn’t just run to his room when you had the chance.

“Sorry, baby. I’m sure he’ll be gone in a second,” he said.

Re-entering the kitchen, Mingyu was greeted by the sight of no other than Wonwoo.

“Did I hear you talking to someone?” he asked while taking a seat at their kitchen table.

Mingyu gulped nervously, trying to hide it with a giggle that sounded more than forced. He was never good at keeping secrets from others and especially not from his dormmmate. Wonwoo was also very hard to deceive, so he usually knew when Mingyu was up to something.

“No, I was just talking to myself. I have to keep myself entertained, you know,” he laughed and put away the stuff that he was still clutching in his hands.

“Oh, you’re making ramen?” Wonwoo gasped.

“Yeah, I was about to,” Mingy said slowly, knowing exactly where this was going. He knew that Wonwoo loved his ramen.

“Great, then you can make some for me too,” he said, making Mingyu grunt in annoyance.

“Can’t you make your own food for once?”

“But you were about to cook it anyway, so why not add some more for me?” he asked, not bothered by the younger's annoyance. Mingyu always grumbled and huffed under his breath every time Wonwoo asked him to cook anything for him.

“Okay. I’ll get it to your room when it’s ready,” he said and opened the cabinet, looking for another package of ramen.

“I think I’ll eat in the living room tonight.”

“What?!” Mingyu yelled out in surprise, simultaneously dropping a packet of flour on his head. The white powder splattered all over the countertop, most of it landing on Mingyu's head and his shirt.

Used to his clumsiness, Wonwoo only snickered under his breath and shook his head. Mingyu observed him, as he slowly made his way into the living room, praying that you had managed to escape from under the armchair.

As soon as his dormmate left the kitchen, he quickly made his way to his room located at the end of the corridor. He quietly opened the door not to bring Wonwoo’s attention and closed it behind him without making any noise.

“Baby? Are you hear?” he whispered into the darkness.

“Yes, I’m here you dumbass,” you whispered back, putting your arms in front of you so as not to bump into him. He swiftly turned on the light, making you squeal in surprise.

“What happened to you?” you laughed, taking in his head covered in the white powder. “I know you wanted to distract Wonwoo, but I think this is a bit too much,” you said and dusted off some of the flour from his cheeks and nose.

“You look cute though,” you smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips.

You could feel him smile as well, his nose nuzzling yours. You both giggled under your breath, especially when Mingyu wiped his forehead against yours, leaving it full of flour.

“Now you’re cute too,” he giggled and shook his head, dusting more flour off and covering your head with it as well.

You looked up at him and took his powdered face into your hands, placing another kiss on his lips. As he placed his hand on your hip and the other on your neck to deepen the kiss, you came up with a great idea.

"What would you say about a shower, honey? We'd take it later anyways, so..." you dragged out the last vowels, making Mingyu smirk into your neck, where he was currently placing teasing kisses.

"Who am I to deny you," he said, making you clap your hands with excitement.

The only thing you haven't thought of was that flour and water are not the best combination. It's safe to say that your shower took a very long time.

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evlynmoreau-blog · 5 months ago

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The Dreamer

Back to my Signalis TTRPG (thanks for the encouragements)

This part is about setting up the bioresonant dreamer who was experiment on by AEON and who is causing the reality breakdown.

The dreamer is a gestalt unit and their memory prompts are determined by their planet of origin. The GM and possibly the players will use these prompts to explore the dreamer memories, kind of like the first person memories of Arianne.

Another conflict that could be explored if the GM want to bring back parts of Arianne is that the dreamer could be slowly merging with her memories laced into the recovered signal, one of the things at stake could be to find out if the dreamer will remain themself or get rewritten into an Arianne persona (kind of like Isa, in a way).

The GM can pick or roll the origin of the dreamer.

Busan (The Sun card)

Running through the busy and opulent city street, notice an EUSAN ship fly toward the spaceport.

Being assigned as a guide to a young EUSAN diplomat, they look so stern

Visiting an art museum, the EUSAN diplomat is awestruck by the display of culture, your hands touches

In the diplomatic suite, the EUSAN diplomat look for spying device, then show you a EUSAN tarot deck

Hiding from imperial troopers in a locker, the EUSAN diplomat holding you tightly

The bright light of the sun, viewed from the window of the EUSAN diplomatic craft leaving Busan

Vineta (The Tower card)

Sitting on the roof of a ruined building, watching fragments of the moon burn throught the atmosphere

Playing on makeshift docks with friends, suddenly you slip and splash into the water

Helping the EULE units distributing food to starving gestalt workers

Watching STAR units drag something out of the water, you have a scary premonition

Alert siren, people running to shelters and battle stations, being separated from a friend

Traveling in a fast skimmer over the waves, smiling as you approach the hovering EUSAN spaceship

Kitezh (The Lovers card)

Preparing your farm for the sandstorm, noticing a small EUSAN craft crash in the distance

Walking through the red sandstorm, dragging the wounded EUSAN pilot in a brancard

Inside your farm bedroom, taking care of the recovering EUSAN pilot, they notice your divination sand mandala

Working the field, the EUSAN insist on helping you even if they did not yet fully recover.

Climbing and fixing a dusty radio antenna with the EUSAN pilot, watching together the patterns of the Kitezh dunes.

An EUSAN spycraft land near your farm, your friend tell you to hide but too late their masked robotic units saw you.

Rotfront (The Moon card)

Arriving at the meteorological station, meeting your new coworker, she offer you some warm coffee.

Taking ice samples at night, hearing eery cracking of the ice, imaging a dark shape moving under your feet

Clear day, taking some reading outside, your coworker laugh and start a snowball fight with you

Looking for your coworker in the snowstorm, seeing her silhouette in the distance, the ice crack, the shape…

Waking up at the meteorological station, red painted ration chips left for you on the table, it is mondfest day

A STAR unit is interrogating you, while another one is looking at sketches of red eyes and a strange creature

Heimat (The Star card)

Entering the Heimat university hall, feeling small and lost, bumping into another student

Studying astrogation charts with your new friend, talking together excitingly about astronomy

Looking at star charts microfilms, your notice your friend reading a Penrose Program pamphlet

In your bedroom suddenly having an inspiration, frantically scribing astrogation calculation

Military parade in the street, moving through the crowd to meet your friend, both of you excited

Rainy day, a crumbled Penrose pamphlet in your hand. You watch the long trail of a starship leaving Heimat fragile atmosphere

Leng (The Death card)

Walking out of the space shuttle with other political prisoners, noticing the cold stars above

Being stuck in a malfunctioning elevator with another gestalt unit, she slip you a note

A gestalt unit fall down due to fatigue and exhaustion

Predicting safe wall code while your friend note them down, someone else is doing the lookout

Sneaking into the radio room, the radio suddenly start playing music

In the interrogation room, the light glitches, a Storch tell you that you have been selected for transfer

I may rework some of those, not certain if the prompts need to be less specific or not.

#ttrpg #signalis #pbta #rpg

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serpentface · 4 months ago

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In what context would you have effigies of evil spirits? Or objects carrying curses in general

I haven't really specifically invoked folk religious practices in the Wardi sphere (though a lot of what I've talked about includes it), a LOT of stuff revolving around curses is derived from folk magic traditions.

Folk religion here means magical/spiritual practices that develop out of common practice and may be Informed by religious doctrine but not Controlled by it. The Faith of the Seven Faced God is a state religion, but its broader sphere includes dozens of folk traditions (some heavily informed by and interactive with core doctrine, and some that are very distinct from core doctrine and have developed independently, or are heavily syncretic with foreign practices, older Wardi practices, or those of other native groups).

There's also major separation between the practices of priesthoods and lay folk (even in the urban context in which religious authority is based). This divide is fairly stark across class lines (as the upper classes are heavily integrated with the priesthoods, and Most priesthoods take their members from nobility (with Galenii being the only major exception)). However, virtually all members of society will include Some folk religious aspects in their practice. For example, the wearing of skimmer-woman amulets is Not derived from official doctrine, it is Not a canonical representation of Pelennaumache (with whom it is usually associated) this is just a very widespread folk practice (to the point that many priests wear them too). The Faith of the Seven Faced God is not proselytizing and prioritizes core orthopraxy being maintained (both on a public and private level, but the private levels are not actively policed). So these folk practices are not condemned unless they outright defy/supercede expected elements of practice.

This is the context for a lot of what I'm talking about wrt curses and magical practices outside of official rites. So like, belief in curses and evil spirits is basically ubiquitous in the Imperial Wardi cultural sphere, but folk traditions have unique ways of dealing with these threats (or inflicting these threats upon an intended target) while religious doctrine attempts to address these via blessings and public rites.

So to actually answer the question: a very common folk religious practice is to produce effigies of an offending evil spirit as means of confronting it. Some variants attempt to specifically trap it within the effigy in order to contain or destroy it, others attempt to wield power over it via the effigy (sometimes to destroy it, sometimes to redirect it to another target). Other effigies representing evil spirits in general are used to scare off real ones (the hats of the new years dancers are an example of this that has found a place in official public rites).

Attempts to cast spells and inflict curses usually involves objects as mechanisms. This most commonly comes in the form of writing your intent on a small object (frequently pieces of broken pottery, which is easy to come by) and then burying or hiding it in a secure and relevant location (ie- a curse or love spell might be buried near the home of your target). If it's targeted, parts of the other person's body (most commonly hair, best case scenario blood) will be bound to it in order to direct the spell. Somewhat lazier curse and spell attempts involve scrawling your desired effect onto a public wall as graffiti. The outer walls of temple grounds are sometimes targeted specifically for this purpose in hopes of getting God directly involved (this is Not Condoned, though will not get you executed like defacing the temple itself).

Other methods involve attempting to imbue a nondescript object with the intended curse/spell (often in order to get it close to the target without being questioned). This often integrates aspects of traditional medicine, using the Essence of various items (plants, animal parts, minerals, etc) to imbue an object with their effect (usually while speaking your intended spell/curse. Some folk traditions involve animal sacrifice to work magic- the animal is killed in offering to one of God's Faces (which are often interpreted more like a pantheon in common practice, especially those distanced from religious centers) so that the deity will perform the desired effect, imbue an object with the desired effect, etc. This IS condemned as heretical- official doctrine holds that ONLY priests can perform killing sacrifices, a layman does not have the necessary education and practice to do so properly, and attempting to is at best disrespectful and at worst spiritual defacement to the body of God (which the animal becomes at the moment of death). (Laymen can buy or provide animals to be offered on their behalf, but themselves can only offer their own blood or food/drink/flowers/incense/etc). It's particularly heretical when done to inflict curses - doctrine holds that God does not curse and only maintains order and blesses, curses and other spiritual harm come from being partly severed from God's influence and/or disruption of the body's living spirit (something all people are susceptible to). Laymen (and unofficial priesthoods/sects) sometimes do this regardless in secrecy (and it's very common in rural parts of the region with little access to religious centers), under the belief that this will make their magic substantially more powerful.

Bottom line is there are all sorts of methods to make cursed objects, so it's pretty common that people will find objects suspected of being cursed (or that actually Have been placed with intent to inflict a curse/spell), and in that context need methods of breaking the curse. Blessings from a priest are thought to dispel most common attachments to the body, but this is not always accessible and the object itself must be neutralized. This is sometimes accomplished by simply Putting It Somewhere Else so it becomes another person's problem, but there's a chance that the curse could be highly directed to oneself (maybe bound with your hair or etc). Most practices include a combination of neutralizing, destruction, and purification. Neutralizing is done via deflection (like the method mentioned in the prev post, though there are many other strategies), at which point the object may be safely destroyed. Lingering attachments are removed through self purification (at the most basic, this is performing one of the gestures against evil and bathing oneself).

The wearing of most apotropaic amulets hope to prevent curses from reaching their targets from the get-go. The pelatoche works to deflect the evil eye and minor evil spirits and curses, the phallus imbues masculine protection of the sanctity of the body, transforms bad luck into good, and threatens reprisal for curses. etc. These kinds of amulets are worn on all levels of society, but tend to be relied upon more fully by the upper classes (which are more closely looped in with the priesthood/state religion). Someone like Janeys wears at Least one pelatoche amulet constantly for protection but thinks most other folk-magic attempts to dispel curses are silly commoner superstitions, any harm that cannot be prevented by this sort of protection needs an official blessing and purification to be dispelled.

#There are major largely class based divides in how religion is practiced but the divide between perceived Correct Practice and #Silly Commoner Superstition is often very arbitrary and circumstantial- not even based in core doctrine.#Like wrt the pelatoche- this is a very widespread folk practice and not an aspect of official religious doctrine (though the motif Has been #adopted for use in some priesthoods). This is just one of the folk magic traditions that has been widely adopted across class levels and is #therefore Not Silly Commoner Superstition

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iron-lord-kikar-fenrir · 3 months ago

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Proper Introductions to Hemlock

Hi everyone! I'm Snowglobe, Kikar was trying to hide this from me but he is bad with secrets. I thought I'd introduce everyone to Fireteam Hemlock!

Lord Kikar (He/Him)

Closest thing that Amajora and Tanner have to a parental figure/voice of reason. He keeps the Fireteam members out of trouble but often "commands from a distance". I just think its because he doesn't like leaving his powerplant fortress too much.

Amajora (She/Her)

She is a bundle of fun! skimmer racer, crucible athlete, actress in a theatre troop, avid dancer. Although with fieldwork she tends to get neck deep into fights.

Tanner-23 (He/They)

Being a former Braytech scientist, Tanner is either always in his workshop or tinkering away in his apartment. That's where Hemlock meets up alot.

Pyre-5 (He/Him)

Pyre hasn't been around alot but he still sends messages our way and answers questions asked by any of us. He says he is trying to find Mercury.

Gorynich-0 (He/Him/They/Them)

Gorynich is an oddball, he claims to be 1/3rd of a prototype warmind... I'm not too sure about that but the fact that he has three different voices and personalities are evidence enough for Kikar.

Trisheo (She/Her)

Our newest member! She is still getting the hang of things, but she loves to patrol around the different zones and chill out with lost sectors. She always stops by the ramen shops.

So the other ghosts don't wanna help me run this but are okay with me atleast listing them

Nebula or Neb, Ghost of Amajora

Tacklebox, Ghost of Tanner

Anvil, Ghost of Pyre

Traveler Jr., Ghost of Gorynich

Sappho, Ghost of Trisheo

With Love, Snowglobe

#destiny 2 #roleplay #destiny the game #character blog #original character

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cyber-sec · 6 months ago

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New Linux Malware 'sedexp' Hides Credit Card Skimmers Using Udev Rules

Source: https://thehackernews.com/2024/08/new-linux-malware-sedexp-hides-credit.html

More info: https://www.aon.com/en/insights/cyber-labs/unveiling-sedexp

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nabi-unveiled · 2 days ago

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Catching Up: Let Free the Curse of Taekwondo (Post-Ep3)

Other Reacts: Ep 1 Ep 2 Ep 3

First off, this isn't a reaction to a new episode. I'm traveling today which means no screenshots which I want for this series. But with 4.5 hours of driving time today (with no music 😭) followed by 3 hours of sitting through incredibly dull speeches, I had PLENTY of time to think.

I'm obviously feeling this show. My daughter asked if we could "get ice cream" yesterday, and I quickly agreed. One special, unscheduled grocery run later, and I indulged in ice cream with all of my children. Not garlic flavored though. They thought I was insane for suggesting we make it 😂. Still plan to make it soon. It can't be worse than what was served at the "celebratory meal" tonight.

Anyways, here's a summary of my current ponderings and predictions. I'm not adding GIFs as I'm trying to take ALL the precautions to prevent spoiling anything for myself. I bolded the main points for skimmers.

Ponderings:

I've decided to use Ju-Yeong's name from here on out. Calling him "Sunshine" feels reductive at this point in the narrative. We know he is going to have all kinds of messy, complex emotions. I doubt he'll hide it well even if he does mask, because...

While I've called him "Sunshine", I fully believe Ju-Yeong is a Red Rascal character. I'm not diving into tags to see if other people said the same. Sunshine + Red Rascal = Super Interesting Energy Mix

It struck me that Ju-Yeong was the one that took the phone call from dad in the middle of the night in episode 3. That's interesting as it signals some type of change in status/relationship between him & grandmaster. He could've also been trying to shield Do-hoe. We know he was getting beat and hiding it. I still think the fight was him actually trying to protect Do-hoe in some way, because the dad walked AWAY from him at one point.

I'm wondering whether the "cold"/"winter" symbolism will carry forward now that we're in a new stage of the narrative.

I'm still uncertain why we had the visions of Ju-Yeong in school uniform. They definitely occurred at critical scenes. It's like the "alternative" version, but I don't have a firm grasp on it yet.

I remembered that the het drama I mentioned ALSO had a 12 year time skip. I pondered whether the number "12" meant anything in this context. It can symbolize completion or cosmic order. However, I landed on that it was just a good number to get our characters out of their teenage years and put them as established adults. It's not about the 12. It's about getting them just barely over 30. I'm not going to unpack all of my thoughts on that. Let's just say there was at least one hour of that car ride devoted to thinking through why early 30s was the ideal age for this reunion.

Predictions:

I'm guessing Do-hoe will have completely shut Ju-Yeong out at this point. He'll say it's because Ju-Yeong used violence, but it's really because he's afraid of that reflection. He does not want to be his dad, and the fact that his feelings for Ju-Yeong brought out that type of violent urge in him will cause all types of inner turmoil.

I personally believe Ju-Yeong will be impacted GREATLY by Do-hoe shutting him out. Neither sunshines nor red rascals take well to being ignored or being made to feel unimportant, and he's both. I predict Ju-Yeong either has already spiraled or will spiral after the reunion. We saw him "smiling", but he was obviously a teacher meaning he probably didn't become a national athlete as he hoped.

I do think Do-hoe will have gotten out of his home. He was determined to do so even before Ju-Yeong showed up. I just have no idea HOW he went about doing that.

I'm guessing frenemy still has a prominent role in Do-hoe's life. If not, he'll pop back up soon. They've invested too much into frenemy for him not to be narratively important, and that snow scene walking into the exam signified a new start for them. I don't LIKE it, but it did.

I'm predicting snow and ice cream become nostalgic, melancholy callbacks that remind them of each other. Similar to the popsicle in Miseinen.

I predict that at least one other food will become a callback as well due to the amount of time spent eating together. When a show has already featured food this much, they tend to keep featuring it. The candidates are the toast, what Ju-yeong made Do-hoe for breakfast, and the chicken with green onions. My bet is on the chicken. They had the dialogue foreshadowing that it would be more popular in the future, and it's something they BOTH ate.

Anyways, here's to hoping I get to actually watch the next episode tomorrow night.

#let free the curse of taekwondo #predictions and ponderings #because what else was I going to do #to keep me from falling asleep #during those DULL speeches #where they repeat the same jokes EVERY year #it didn't even have good food #enjoying the solo time in a hotel though #traveling has its perks

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just-eyris-things · 29 days ago

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Devoured by Fire

Summary: Eyrhys and Commander Furaha have found Kesho and now it's time to get in touch with their friends, so they climb a spire to contact them through comms. However, things do not go according to plan. Content warnings: major character death, gore (related to fire, missing limbs) Spoilers: Story instance - The Departing (Path of Fire expansion) Notes: 1) almost 3k words :) enjoy. suffer with me. 2) I am NOT a writer. But sometimes I get ideas and things come out, so the quality is questionable.

Eyrhys did not have Fighting the Fallen God of War on her bingo card when she woke up that day. Neither did Nia Furaha, as the both of them climbed the spire towering above the skimmer ranch.

“I could just open up a portal for us to get there,” Nia pointed out to which Eyrhys grunted.

“I hate portals, commander.”

“Acting commander!” The woman immediately corrected the sylvari. “I’m just- I’m just a placeholder. Until Commander Airell-”

“Airell is dead,” Eyrhys scoffed. She would rather hide behind a mask of indifference or anger than face the sorrow of losing her friend.

“No one’s recovered the body yet. Or, or they might have been turned beyond recognition-”

“If they’ve turned and somehow managed to survive, then definitely they aren’t coming back. Stop dreaming, Furaha,” Eyrhys said sharply, not leaving room for further conversation. The last thing she wanted was to open up old wounds and come undone again. Nia sighed, the sylvari was never easy to talk to and this climb was quite a challenge in the scorching Elonian sun on its own. She was not going to push her more.

As they reached the top of the spire, Nia reached into her pocket to call members of Dragon’s Watch. She began calling for them to meet the two of them at the spire, when she unexpectedly heard the sylvari speak.

“Something’s wrong,” Eyrhys said suddenly. “I can’t put my finger on it but I can feel that the air has changed…”

“Well, it’s starting to look like the storm is brewing…” the woman murmured, looking at the sky.

“Unnaturally fast, don’t you think?” The sylvari looked at her with her piercing stare. “Nia, portal. Now.” She urged her. “Doesn’t matter where, just…away-!”

A loud thud sounded behind them and as they turned to see the source of the commotion, they saw him.

“Balthazar…!” Nia gasped. As always, the presence of the fallen god was making her forget how to breathe. She prayed to this god countless times as a child, then many more as a teen. She prayed to him for victory when the Pact fought Zhaitan and then when the fleet flew above Maguuma. She called for his blessings when facing White Mantle. Now, there was no one to call for aid.

“Expecting someone else?” he smirked at them, so tiny compared to him. He aimed his sword directly at Eyrhys. “You’ve called for your friends, but they seem to have abandoned-” A quick arrow was sent his way, aiming at his head. But all he did was cock his head to the side to avoid it. Eyrhys was already getting another arrow on the bowstring, slowly moving to the side, ready to dodge at any second. “...you.” His voice deepened. He did not appreciate her interrupting his monologue. “You should know by now: never defy a god!”

In mere seconds, Balthazar leaped towards her with his sword raised high, leaving a trail of flames behind him. Eyrhys barely managed to move out of the blade’s way. The heat coming off his body was overwhelming, she could feel sweat run down her brow. A sound of reality tearing right above the god caught his attention just at the right moment for him to block Nia’s attack, drawn from behind the veil of the Mists. The swing of his sword was enough to push her away and send her flying. The Mistwarden hit one of many stone pillars at the top of the spire and fell onto the hard ground. Another arrow was sent towards Balthazar, this time it aimed at the chest. Yet, before it got to him, it was set aflame by the rising temperature and turned into ashes that fell right at his feet. O kurwa, she thought and grabbed another arrow from her quiver, this time an explosive crystal attached to it. As she shot it, Nia leapt through another mist portal and attempted to stab Balthazar under his ribs, but she barely managed to scratch his armor as he simply pushed her away, completely ignoring the arrow flying straight at him, assuming it would also crumble in his fiery presence. He did not expect it to blow up in his face and it was no ordinary explosion.

“Are you stupid?” he laughed, “I am fire! I cannot be-” his words were cut short with a coughing fit. As he laughed, he inhaled poisonous gas which was now destroying his lungs.

“Go fuck yourself, you old fuck,” Eyrhys hissed through clenched teeth. She knew this wasn’t enough as the poison of her own making was not strong enough to pin him down for long. After all, Balthazar was a god.

He cleared his throat, straightened up and slid on the burning sand towards her, swinging a flaming sword from above his head. She barely managed to dodge. The blade cut off a piece of her coat and got stuck in the ground for a short moment. She watched the flames engulf the fabric within seconds. She gulped. She didn’t want to even think that it could have been her.

The sand and stone around them were burning hot, so hot that air around them trembled. Nia felt like she was about to boil in her own armor. Despite having put many temperature-controlling enchantments onto it, Balthazar’s heat was not to be underestimated. She gritted her teeth. She was the acting commander! She had to live up to the name. She closed her eyes as she picked herself up. I need your help, she thought and almost immediately felt a spike of energy coursing through her veins. She clenched her hand around the hilt of her sword. I’ve never killed a god before an echo sounded in her head and she smiled. There’s time for everything, and now-

“Warband, in position!” she cried in unison with the spirit that lent her her might. Nia jumped over a row of flickering flames left by Balthazar’s footsteps and rolled as she landed, ending the movement with a deep penetrating stab through his leg. The god’s scream cut the air, tearing at Nia’s and Eyrhys’s eardrums. The sylvari, whose hearing was much more sensitive, dropped her weapon involuntarily and covered her ears with a long groan. Nia on the other hand pushed through her now enhanced hearing and pulled her sword out then took another swing at him, aiming for the unarmored armpit. She managed to reach it, but the cut she left was not life-threatening.

“If it bleeds…!” she cried.

It can die! roared the charr in her head.

Eyrhys managed to get another opening by sending another poison-exploding arrow towards Balthazar. Nia opened a bunch of mistportals and leapt through them in various order to wound the fallen god. For Tyria, she thought, you’re doing this for Tyria, Nia! She had to remind herself. All her life she prayed to the Six, praised the Six. And now she had to fight one of the Six. It was a cruel twist of fate. Focus, growled Kalla, the charr spirit that was bound to her, or it’ll be you who bleeds. Nia groaned in response.

“Less chatting with your dead friends, Furaha!” Eyrhys yelled with a cocky smirk as she summoned a sand jackal and merged with it through soulbeast magic. She threw sand into the air and used the creature’s magic to immobilize the particles high above, then climbed them like stairs in a hurry. Gaining height, she aimed again at Balthazar, who was busy with parrying Nia’s attacks. She was sure that an arrow made of Aurene’s shed crystals would actually hurt the god.

“Less attitude, seed-brain!” Nia smiled back. I said focus! growled Kalla, friendly banter during a fight is for weak enemies, not gods, mouse! Now duck! The woman did as the charr told her, right in time not to lose her head. She’d be toast if she didn’t listen. Quite literally, considering the sword was aflame. The moment Balthazar straightened up, the crystalline arrow drew through his head, right through the eye. The fallen god roared in pain as he grabbed onto his face, yet again leaning forward. Not enough to kill, Eyrhys thought with a furrowed brow, but enough to hurt. Using the moment of his weakness and confusion, Nia cast a protection spell on her armor and lept between his legs into the fire left by his footsteps, on the way cutting through the front of his armor with a magically strengthened sword. Quickly she jumped to the side, feeling the protection wearing off. Her spells were nothing compared to enraged god’s flames.

“Enough!” Balthazar released a wave of flames that shook the surroundings. The shockwave not only knocked Nia over, but also made her feel like she was burning from the inside. Her insides were on fire. The woman cried in pain, clawing at her armor as if trying to peel it off - without any effect. She called for aid of an allied charr spirit and soon, one of the ghostly warband members appeared to heal her.

Meanwhile, Eyrhys lost her balance and fell off the pillar she stood on. The sylvari cried in pain, feeling ribs on her side shattering. The sand jackal she bound to herself abandoned her and dispersed, unwilling to sacrifice its life in that fight. The god bared his teeth at her. “Feeling mortal yet, champion?” he laughed in her face as he charged at her and aimed to stab his sword right through her. Eyrhys rolled to the side, barely avoiding the blade that dug deep into the ground. She cried in pain, feeling shattered bones penetrating her insides. Balthazar repeated the motion a couple of times, forcing her to move from side to side.

Up, Kalla growled at Nia, this isn’t over. The woman panted as she gathered herself up. She saw how the god kept on stabbing the ground, over and over, and she noticed how he didn’t even care if he hit or not. Then, the smell of burning pine and a scream of pure agony filled the air.

“Suffer a little more loudly! Cry out! Let everyone hear!” Balthazar taunted as he laughed, watching Eyrhys clawing at her shoulder of the arm that was just cut off. He wasn’t trying to kill her swiftly. He was toying with her, trying to make her suffer for being a nuisance ever since he got to Elona. The god stepped on her, his burning armor drastically raising the temperature of her coat, slowly burning through the leather and leaving a nasty burn mark on her front. He leaned on his sword as low as possible to look at the sylvari’s face, twisted by absolute torment. “You’re turning out to be quite useful,” he whispered as he cackled. She did not understand just yet what he meant. Suddenly, Balthazar felt a weight drop on his back. It was Nia, who jumped through a mist portal. As she imbued her sword with powerful magic, she thrusted it right through him and twisted it.

“I don’t want to kill you,” she hissed with tears in her eyes. She never wanted to fight her god. She never wanted any of this! She signed up for fighting the dragons when she had joined the Vigil all those years ago, nobody said anything about human gods, not even the fine print!

Balthazar roared in pain and pushed Nia away. Eyrhys bit her lower lip until it bled, unwilling to give him satisfaction of hearing any more of her screams, and used sand to extinguish the embers crawling up her shoulder, devouring her flesh to keep themselves alive. Then, barely keeping herself conscious, she crawled away to her bow. If she could just make this one shot…

Heat, exhaustion and burns Nia had obtained throughout the battle made it hard for her to focus. She cursed under her breath, barely catching any air into her lungs. She was glad her armor had so many protection enchantments, she didn’t want to think what state she would possibly be without them. Probably a very similar one to Eyrhys.

The situation was absolutely hopeless. They weren’t strong enough. Balthazar toyed with them, threw them around like they were mere rag dolls. With blurry vision, Nia watched the god approach her. He was going to kill her. She was going to die. One last portal, she could open one last portal and escape. She couldn’t leave Eyrhys. That was when she noticed the sylvari not so far away, who threw one of her boots and was now using her foot to help herself with the bow.

“Lend me your strength, Aurene,” Eyrhys whispered, and her cracking voice nearly sounded like a prayer. She released the arrow, hitting Balthazar in the shoulder blade, which immediately got covered in small purple crystal flowers. It wasn’t enough to immobilize his arm, but it was enough to limit the movement. He growled furiously as he swung his sword at Nia, not caring if he hit or not, the arrow in his back making that manoeuvre ungraceful enough for the human to move out of the way.

“Eyrhys-” Nia yelled, “I’m going to-!” She couldn’t finish, as the god yet again drove his sword at her, attempting to impale her. The woman backed away out of the flaming blade’s reach and her heels nearly met the end of the spire. She was trapped. Behind her was nothing, she would fall to her death. On her sides - pillars. And in front of her…Balthazar. And he was charging right at her. His sword cut through the stone structures as if they were made of butter. She moved out of the way instinctively and began falling. She opened a portal to fall into. As the exit was vertical, she ended up with her feet on the ground, the momentum making her run a couple of steps before she collapsed onto the sand, which felt cool against her red-hot body. Frustrated, she banged her fist into the ground.

“No! No…! That wasn’t the plan! Eyrhys…!” She cried as she gathered herself up on shaking legs. She felt it now - her magic was almost drained from this encounter that demanded her to constantly recast protection spells. She had no way of making another portal to jump back and help her friend. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Her voice cracked. Stumbling over her own legs, she headed towards the wooden stairs leading to the top of the spire. She could do it. She could still make it in time. No matter what, she would not abandon her friend. You won’t make it, Kalla growled.

I will.

You won’t. You can barely walk. This battle is lost.

But Eyrhys…

Don’t get me wrong, mouse, Kalla sighed, we all agree: dying in that hight alongside your friend is the honorable way to go. But you can’t get there… I’m-we’re sorry about your bandmate.

Nia looked up at the spire. She had to try. She began climbing the stairs, trying to open a mist portal every couple steps, in hopes she’d get up there and fight alongside her wounded friend. “I can’t just let it happen. I have to try.”

Eyrhys could barely keep her eyes open. She did not realise just yet that Nia was gone. She grabbed onto another arrow and aimed it at the fallen god.

“You’ve been abandoned,” Balthazar said slowly, then turned towards the sylvari and laughed. “Your only ally has abandoned you!” The sylvari didn’t listen and released the arrow. He didn’t care. He began walking towards her. “How sad for you to die so far from home.” He parried the arrow with his sword. Then, they heard it. Flapping of wings, some high-piched growls.

“Ah. The scion, here to defend its champion,” the god smiled as a blue hatchling flapped its wings frantically, until they finally have up. The tiny dragon fell onto the sand, but picked herself up quickly and hissed at the god, standing between him and her beloved caretaker.

“Aurene, no…” Eyrhys whimpered, her voice nearly gone. She tried to pick herself up, but to no avail. Through her blurry vision she saw how her beloved dragon fought Balthazar, how she tried to brand him with her own crystals, how she jumped away from his magic. However, Aurene was but a hatchling. She had no chance against the personification of War itself. Eventually, she was bound in fiery chains. Balthazar then turned towards the sylvari. He grabbed onto his sword and approached her. He raised the blade.

“And now…you die.”

She only managed to gasp once. The pain of Balthazar cutting her in half was too much to bear. As he removed his sword, the flames engulfed the body.

Aurene roared as despair seeped into her tiny heart, watching her champion and caretaker turn into nothing but ashes, soon taken by the winds.

And just like that, Eyrhys was gone.

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helluva-world-innit · 1 year ago

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Late to the party but finally making an entrance is Envy Ring!

I'm sure you can see similarities between it and Greed which Levi is less than pleased about. Mammon swears he's just trying to give Hell's denizens a lively, entertaining place to spend their Souls/jewels and exploit their Sinners, not copying Envy's bright and alluring aesthetic. To be fair to him, Envy's light is largely bioluminescence whereas Greed must rely on the soul energy that flows into and around Hell from Sloth Ring (we'll get to that house of horrors when we get there). As such, Envy and Wrath Rings are the only ones to have natural light (biolum and lava). Go figure. Green is the main color here though it's not allowing me to photograph it properly. The windows in the palace are actually light green, not white. My gel pens did not want to cooperate and I think I gave up at that point too. Anyhoo, coral reefs were defs an inspiration for this place. As well as the deep sea and fish just being fish.

As is the case in the open Earth ocean...everything in Envy can and will fucking kill you (yes, that is a giant crab). From the flora to the fauna to the fucking ROCKS to the crushing pressure and scathing shade thrown by the Ringmaster or their Overseers, Delta and Ray, everything is designed to leave you bleeding for the sharks here. Even the few landmasses that dot the massive Ring aren't safe. Above the waves live horse-sized creatures that look like pelicans under an x-ray machine. The bone skimmers, as they are known, are notorious for attacking and eating any demons that come too far up to the surface. The rare tourist spot or transport station above the water have to have hounds patrolling around the clock to keep the hellish birds at bay. Naturally, everything is more expensive in Envy proper, where only those who can breathe the sulfuric water of Hell may dwell for any length of time. It is a place of privilege, beauty, and attitude. All of which has been cultivated by its Ringmaster, Leviathan (that big ol' tentacled thing by the palace? that's him playing peekaboo; like an iceberg, we just see the tip).

There is a natural current of soul energy that courses through Envy (crevice, bottom left-ish). Here is where many of the higher echelon of Envy live and work since it's a well-spring of power and very bright here. Named the Ring of Influence, it runs around the entire Ring like a smaller separate ring of Hell itself. The Ars Goetia who live here may as well be gods the lower hellborn are always vying for the attention of and Sinners know no peace if they happen to become entangled in the tendrils of this privileged and isolated kingdom. They form an entirely unique enslaved underclass here and Envy is the biggest generator of Broken Sinners in Hell as a result (we'll get to the Broken later too). The housing and such you can see in the background up there are where the middle-class worker bees live mostly. Also the occasional poor Hellborn or Sinner that would rather die (again?) than fall into the Ring of Influence where life could very well be worse for them depending who gobbles them up. It's like whalefall, I guess.

Now, the tubes. So Hell's got these elevators, right? Hell-evators, if you will. Well, most Rings hide or blend them in to the environment. Not Envy Ring. Demons can see exactly what part of Envy Ring they're traveling to or through thanks to the reinforced glass of the Hell-evators here. Naughty demons even break them sometimes as illustrated above. They have the tech to build a new one and do so, no problem. The general mindset here is 'yeah, we know you want what we have but you could never pull it off like us so die mad' even if every Envy citizen is a literal fish out of water in any other Ring they might travel to. Sure, they're someone that matters there, but would anyone in Gluttony give a shit? Or Pride? Hard to say.

Leviathan is cold, calculating and about the only being stronger than Lucifer in Hell. What stops these two from coming to blows like how Satan and Luci did all those millennia ago to decide who would rule Hell is Levi likes being behind the scenes. Anything that keeps God's attention off them and the prophecy to kill them and serve them up like sashimi to humanity is *chef's kiss*. While they question the decisions their king makes, they still have a frightful amount of respect and love for Lucifer and Satan...just not really anyone else. Including Charlie. Especially not Asmodeus, who is the youngest of the Sins by far.

Notable characters from this Ring are Nifty, Chaz and his family, Verosika, Alessio/the majority of Crimson's gang still, and Baxter. The Overseers of this Ring are the aforementioned eel twins, Delta and Ray. Also planning on doing a map view of this Ring later so I can paint a better picture of where everything is in relation to each other.

Up Next (though who knows when): Sloth Ring!

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin redesign #helluva boss critical #helluva redesign #jack is wording again #7 levels of wtf #animals

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kkpwnall · 1 year ago

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i felt like making a cover for this and posting it again before it's officially autumn. we go by the celestial calendar in this house

wanted: pool boy at the vampire mansion (rated: t | <1k words)

steve answers an unusual ad in the classifieds that’s pretty sparse on the details…

[read on ao3, or full ficlet below the cut]

divider by @saradika

What do vampires need with a pool anyway?

The four guys stay in the house whenever Steve comes by, but they're friendly enough and wave at him through the dark tinted windows.

And it's because of those shades that Steve has to drive all the way back to the mansion late one night to retrieve them from his usual chair.

His lifeguard training takes over between one step and the next, as he bolts for the pool, launching into the water, and throwing himself forward with broad strokes.

Except when Steve gets to him, the guy isn't drowning, he’s sputtering and swearing and pushing away from him in the water. “What are you doing here?!”

“You're not drowning...” Steve says blankly, trying to catch his breath as he treads water.

“No! And thank you for the rescue, Lancelot, but you need to get out of here.” His long hair streams over his face as he spins while Steve paddles around him to make sure he’s really alright.

“Lancelot?” he asks, just to keep the guy talking, to hear more from his honeyed voice. Better than anything he could’ve ever imagined.

“A knight in shining armor,” the guy mumbles, trying to hide his face. “A hero rescuing fair damsels and slaying��vile beasts.”

Steve chuckles, but doesn’t miss the venom in his last words. He catches him by the upper arm to stop his spinning. “No, I know who Lancelot is, it’s just–”

Gently traces his lower lip, runs his thumb over the sharp canine, careful not to touch the pointed tip.

“You’re beautiful,” Steve breathes.

“It’s Eddie,” he says, pulling back and panting when they finally part. “I’m Eddie.”

Steve grins at Eddie and kisses him again, pushing them through the water towards the edge at the shallow end of the pool. He can think of better uses for his legs right now.

[also on ao3]

#steddie #stranger things #steve x eddie #steveddie #steddie fic #steddie fanfic #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger thing steve #stranger things eddie #stranger things fic #stranger things fanfic #pool boy at the vampire mansion #vampire eddie munson #pool boy steve harrington #corroded coffin #kk writes #i'll be on vacation when this posts but queueing it up now #scheduled

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macgyvertape · 9 months ago

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Thoughts on Season of the Wish

Its funny that Mara has now been the focus of 2 extended seasons. Overall I love how this expansion year has had a lot of female antagonists, and conflicts between characters who are against the Witness but not allies like Mara vs Riven, Eris vs Savathun.

Also Bungie has really been able to iterate successfully with randomized maps and enemies in seasonal activities. Its fun to have modes where abilities or weapons are boosted like Asha’s Gifts, the Arcana Cards, and buying things from Riven it can really let niche or non meta builds shine. Gameplay:

Is Mara’s outfit more shimmery this season or is it just my better graphics card? It really is a good design for space royalty

Understandably the devs wanted to get their full use of the Riven’s paths, but between appearing in the story missions, Riven’s Lair activities, and The Coil I was tired of running them by the season end. I’m not sure if it was a limitation of how randomized areas worked, but it was annoying to have one extra connecting hallway and portal from the start to the first combat area.

The Coil once scoring was buffed was a very fun activity, Riven’s Lair however didn’t seem to have rewards worth it until Bungie started the daily red borders from activities. Frustrating however that the reprised Undying weapons weren’t included in the red border buff.

The Guardian Games skimmer has been so much fun to use, especially how it can cross gaps or height differences that are meant to block sparrows, shame that getting it was obviously set as a player engagement grind; watch twitch a lot, be lucky with your personal schedule for focus activities to compensate for bugs, or compete with the streamer try hards for top 10%.

I noted in this season the other player engagement metrics; “please login each week” with the free bright dust but the 20% silver sale popup felt much more predatory, especially how there still isn’t a silver package that directly matches the silver price of one season.

Blind Well got a buff in difficulty which is understandable since the power sandbox has changed. However I wish the Ada bounty would be reworked to compensate, since it's not worth the time spent.

Never thought I’d say it but had a great time with the Crucible seasonal challenge. I haven’t touched mayhem in a while but running arc staff hunter, Shinobu’s vow exotic, and demolitionist perk Mountaintop led to some really great combo loops.

I enjoyed Onslaught a lot, however I wish instead of a short playlist mode that isn’t rewarding, there was a 30 minute based mode since an hour for a full run is a big time commitment. No wonder 2 rounds in Legendary then leave became so popular as being most value for time vs reward.

The Archie quest was cute and a lot of fun, nice to go back to older areas for hide and seek.

I thought Pantheon was fun and I hope a version of it comes back since sadly I didn’t do more than week 2 due to time constrictions and trouble finding a group. I’d love to play through the 2 Rhulks especially at a less than -20 power difference.

Plot

I love summoning Riven ended in a dramatic “I refuse”. Sloane and Ahsa's storyline was about trusting someone’s good intentions, this season was about a “bargain not based on trust” just the mutually assured consequences of breaking it

Really like the song that plays in boss fights in the Coil as a remix of Forsaken tracks. I hope it appears on the Destiny Music archive eventually since this season didn’t have a soundtrack released

I can’t believe after all that hype we don’t even get to see a Harbringer

“I yearn for you to stop talking” IMO Crow is at his most enjoyable when he has a bit of fight to his comebacks. This really is the season of re-evaluate my feelings on Crow, where I really disliked him in season of the Risen and have overall been bored by him since he got his memories back.

Riven imitating Shaxx and then threatening to imitate Sjur was really mean, and really funny direct nod at the Shaxx/Mara fanon. I really enjoyed the mutual antagonism this season between Riven vs Mara, Crow, and Petra. Really curious how bad Riven would twist the wish of the Dreaming City safe that she dares them to make

Hearing the Oracles in the one mission was startling enough to gimme flashbacks to hours spent in VoG. It's an unsettling tone, though musically I’m not sure why, or if its just that my raid role was oracle spotter.

The “can only send 1 person reveal” sparked such a fun fight between Mara and Riven that it made it my 2nd favorite season this year. I really have missed the story element of people on the same side being antagonistic towards each other

“You and I will see where the river flows” Riven has been the most interesting character this season, and this has been my favorite Mara character writing since her brief appearance in Forsasken. It felt like a good final send off for Riven, with the slight possibility that she could come back if there was an interesting enough story reason

Lmao Crow Mara special twin bond magic, and he says it was his purpose. I dislike this being his Destiny (pun intended) or that any of the Sovs have a fated path vs making their own choices.

“I’m tired Mara I’m ready for what comes next. It's ok to admit you are too”. Osiris was a side character this season but I really like his character arc about being excited there might be a resolution, an end in sight. Hope that works out for him

Its a big contrast to Petra who starts the season worn down by the curse in the dreaming city and fighting an unwinnable war, and ends the season saying that her focus has to be on her people in the future, with the implication the attacks by the Vex will be The Final Straw (pun intended)

Awwwwwwwwww I feel so sad finishing the story and getting [defeaning silence] when doing The Coil. I then stopped doing seasonal activities in that character and didn’t finish the story in the others

Lmao Crow hammer firing Hawkmoon then using melee recharge dodge when no enemies were around. His ass is not proccing Paracausal shot (there’s a reason I deleted Hawkmoon and don’t use it)

Interesting that during the Crow vs Cayde standoff “Thin Line” which is Uldren’s leitmotif doesn’t play. It did of course play when Uldren shot Cayde but also when Zavala discovered who Crow was. I feel like Crow shooting Cayde has been covered exhaustively so I hope that isn’t a major point of The Final Shape.

Also I’ve been saying Rheasilvia wrong. Rey-a-silvia. I’ve also been pronouncing Jolyon wrong all these years

#destiny 2 #Season of the wish #I’m glad that I got more time to spend with this season and Witch

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