#Lei has a physical form

[allthemurders]

crime show enjoyers, please help me out with some research for college!

i'm making a crime show title sequence for my final major project, but need to do some research first. so if you've got a minute, please let me know what you would expect to see in a crime show title sequence / things you've noticed they often include

any way of doing this is fine — replies, reblogs (with comments or tags), asks, messages, and responses on my google forms thingy are all appreciated. and if possible, please reblog this post to get it out to more people. thanks in advance! :)

EDIT : responses are now closed!

any new comments / reblogs / messages / etc with responses won’t be included in my research

[whumping-all-the-way]

stg this book Did Something to my four-year-old brain

[the-mallorca-files]

Hey there! So I recently discovered this show and was in the process of becoming more and more obsessed with it until it occurred me to check its Wiki page and I found out that there has been no season 3 announcement for over a year now! It kind of broke my heart and now idk if I want to keep watching if there won't be any more content cause it will hurt too much. I know it's a long shot, but do you know if there are any updates on this or if we should consider the show as good as ended? And thank you for your efforts on keeping the fandom alive!!! :)

Hiya!

I’m pretty sure the only official news we’ve been given about s3 is that “the team are continuing to develop a third season of The Mallorca Files, which will pick up the story of Miranda and Max, including those adventures the crew weren’t able to film this time around” (when s2 was cut short by Covid).

People keep misinterpreting this statement, so I should make it clear that this doesn’t necessarily mean s3 will happen. It just means that new scripts and things exist, and can be used if — and only if — s3 is greenlit. As far as we’re aware, this hasn’t happened yet.

I’m told I’m a pessimist, so take this next bit with a grain of salt, but personally I don’t think we’ll be getting any more TMF. Budget cuts, scheduling issues where the people involved (especially the core cast) have taken on new projects and things, and even just the sheer amount of time between s2 and a potential s3 mean that the longer we go without an official announcement, the harder it’s going to be for them to create any more episodes. And also the BBC keep killing off their daytime crime shows so they can make more quiz shows nobody wants.

Despite this, I still highly recommend watching all the eps if you haven’t already! Obviously idk where you got up to before, but the Max and Miranda interactions in s2 are brilliant, as are the two new recurring characters. Plus, although we possibly won’t be getting any more canon content, the fandom is going strong over on AO3, with more than 100 works, and new writing being posted fairly frequently. And if you want to talk to anyone in the fandom, you can find a list of links to various TMF content & fandom spaces here!

Psst, come join us in the TMF Discord server where we have iNcReDibLe screenshotting skills & conversations about things like Max’s frankly ridiculous apartment layout. (Like seriously, this guy has windows in his bedroom that look into the stairwell?? And his bedroom is also the only corridor between his living room and his dining room?? In the immortal words of Miranda Blake, what the hell, Max.)

Also ngl I’m not really sure how to respond to the last bit so uh.. y e e t ✌️😎

[evilsausageflavouredpretzel]

MY MESSAGES ARE FINALLY WORKING AGAIN!!!!!

i’ve just gone through and opened all the unread ones without replying bc i’m pretty sure they were all from back when i was collecting data for my college final major project??

if you were expecting a response, just send another message and i’ll get back to you!! ✌️😎

[tragedygf]

i love being an epub and pdf downloader not paying for books feels too good like it just puts a smile on my face but i always forget how crazy it is to read a book in physical form like thats what life is about. in the end

[mo0nfairy]

😍😍 OMG, I'm gonna be needing a part four to that Leon post stat.

(Love your writing it's amazing just like you are) ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🤎

part 1. part 2. part 3.

tw :: re4 spoilers, obsessive!leon, yandere!leon, violence, knives, tasers, guns, explosives, framing, murder, abuse of power, death of a character, physical restrainment, noncon touching, thoughts of suicide, being knocked unconscious, shit goes down basically.

⸺ thank u, honeybaby !!!!! i've been vv busy these past few days, but this man has been HEAVY on my mind. i've also been listening to playing dangerous by our lord and savior lana del rey on repeat and it had my brain conjuring up some ideas... (also this part is long so buckle up friends)

you see, you've been praying everyday to earn back those damned memories that slipped from your mind 6 years ago. but in a attempt to do so, all you can feel is a gun against your head, an explosion against your body, and dust permeating your lungs. all before the classic cut to black welcomes you. no crying mouse-ley, no crying guard-dog. just empty darkness. through the abyss, however, you are now able to unveil memories that were buried deep within you. and whether the return of these past events is a good thing or not is up to you.

you remember a late august evening. the cool air and descending leaves would calm you, but your current circumstances prevent you from any serenity. an anonymous tip to the RPD claimed that you were in possession of illegal substances. and somehow, those said drugs had magically appeared into existence within your home. this leaves you here, being driven to the station by the officer of the month, marvin branagh. despite everything, you're grateful marvin was the one to arrest you. you happen to favor him and his basic understanding of boundaries, as opposed to a certain mutt you know far too well.

it's safe to say you've now got quite the reputation in the RPD with how much trouble you get into. and especially with how quickly the problems seem to fade away. you're being escorted through the station until another officer complains to marvin about some kids with fake ID's. he leaves you by yourself at an empty desk with one hand cuffed to the armrest. the desk right beside leon's. you look to the blonde beside you. his head is rested against his arms folded upon his desk, deep in slumber. his cheek is squished against the surface of his arm, pushing his lips out into a duck-like pout. your mugshot peeks out from beneath his sleeping form. you swear through his unintelligible murmuring, you hear a gentle whimper of your name. marvin had mentioned during the drive how he was up all night looking through your case (wouldn't be the first time), but you can't find it in yourself to feel bad for him. you don't trust him. even several years ago, something within you has always prevented you from trusting him.

you fiddle with a mr. raccoon toy as 20 minutes slowly tread by. completely overcome with boredom, you peak over leon's shoulder to see your case file beneath him. maybe you could find something useful inside, like the bastard responsible for all these false claims. using your free hand, you manage to slyly slip your case folder from under his weight. not without a quiet whine of "no, y/n/n... don't leave me..." good god, was he cuddling your mugshot? (it would be the closest he could get to you physically, after all). you ignore him entirely, thanking the heavens that this man is such a deep sleeper.

opening the file, you find standard information about your case. you read through the notes leon left behind, which causes nausea to then stir in your stomach. he jotted down his worries of your case closing and not being able to keep you in the station any longer; there was ideas of any potential loopholes in the system he could take advantage of and prove your innocence. beside his rambling, there was a long list of certain ways he can frame you for crimes to reel you back into his clutches. what in the actual fuck? and just when you thought this situation couldn't get worse, you find he used pictures of your friends at the shooting range, bullet holes piercing through their paper faces.

you read through the evidence in shock, until a sickeningly-sweet tone gasps your name and pulls you out of your trance. you look over the folder to see those familiar blue eyes peering into yours. leon lights up like a golden retriever with a bone when he wakes up and you're the first thing he sees, metaphorical tail wagging and all. to dream of you and to be the first thing he sees when he opens his eyes, it is pure heaven! only, instead of the early morning, love-drunk haze within his dreams, he is instead met with the heartbreaking look of horror on your face. his eyes trail down to see you holding his notes and his heart sinks to the pit of his stomach. no, no, no, it wasn't supposed to be like this! it was never supposed to be like this! you were supposed to fall in love with him! you are supposed to be with him forever!

you are supposed to love him! you have to!

and you thought you've seen the worst, you thought you reached the bottom of the iceberg. but you were so, so wrong. it had been 2 weeks since you learned the truth about leon. since then, you were able to find solace within an old friend, claire redfield. not only do you adore her, but the layer of protection she had given you when you complained about the clingy cop on your hip was just the cherry on top. without leon, these 14 days were the most peace you have felt in what feels like months. you didn't know how the man who acted like he needed your presence more than air felt about this sudden separation. and to be completely honest, you didn't really care.

now, with your arm hooked around claire's, you two walk home after a night out in raccoon city. you're repeating old inside jokes and clutching your chest in heaps of rib-straining laughter. everything is full of high-spirits until you notice a certain cop car sitting in the street. claire enters your estate first, guarding you protectively while you follow her footsteps. you find (you guessed it!) no other than leon kennedy rummaging through your belongings. and the look on leon's face when he sees you with someone else is nothing short of pure anguish, sheer betrayal. he is jealous — so much so that it practically suffocates the room. you've seen plenty of emotions expressed by leon and the consequences that followed, but you've never seen first-hand what jealousy may compel him to do. considering the pictures of your friends he used as target practice, you feel as though the outcome won't be any good.

claire breaks the silence, "you disgusting pig! i'm calling my brother down here and he's gonna kick your-" her roar of anger is cut off with a sharp groan.

leon stands, taser gun in hand, as the electrodes strike into claire's body. she then falls to the ground with a loud thump, her form convulsing from the electric shocks waving through her. rushing to her side, you attempt to help her. but, you then cave into yourself when leon walks over in three large strides. and you now realize he is absolutely terrifying when he is jealous. his voice drops to a low husk as he demands you tell him who the fuck this is, a major contrast to the bubbly-puppy you're grown familiar with. you are left flabbergasted and are unable to mutter even a syllable.

you aren't even granted a mere second to compose of yourself before leon pulls a knife, plunging it deep into claire's chest. a scream of pure terror erupts from your throat. you're painted red as he relentlessly stabs your best friend, curling yourself into a corner and hiding your face in your arms. through your tear-stained vision, you see the lifeless body of claire and leon standing above her, huffing with fury like some blood-thirsty creature. something in his gaze perceptibly softens when he sees you, so scared and feeble. and it shatters his heart. after all, leon would take every life on planet earth just to see your lips curl into a smile, even once more. but, nothing could have prepared you for the words that would then leave his mouth.

he turns his body cam on. "y/n l/n, you are under arrest for the murder of... whoever this was. you have the right to remain silent. anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." you stare at leon entirely flabbergasted, but you're too exhausted to fight against him.

he bends down to you, light whispers of "you're ok, it wasn't your fault" and "i've got you, sweet angel" doing little to comfort you. with his gentle hands against you, leon proceeds to cuff you with the same softness you would use to handle a baby bird. and you let him take you away, because you are too caught up in looking at your best friend who was laughing with you just minutes ago now dead on the ground. you cry to yourself in the backseat of the cop car the whole way to the station.

by the time you get there, you are entirely in a state of shock. tears of dread stream down your cheeks, but your face is nothing short of emotionless. you are so caught up in your head, you don't even notice the whispers of other officers there. they gossip about how considering your track record, it's no wonder you'd end up here for good. a sharp glare from the man guiding you through the department is enough for them to shut their mouths. you're then brought into an interrogation room, with cameras off and no other presence besides you and this mad-man at your beck and call.

cuffed to a chair once again, leon locks the door behind him. he then drops to his knees and ties his arms around your waist, burying his head into you. it takes several seconds for reality to hit you, but you soon realize he is crying. and if you weren't restrained currently, you would've pushed him off and made him suffer a fate far worse than what claire endured. now, the two of you are sobbing together, but for entirely different reasons. you, full of grief over someone you love being murdered just moments ago. leon, full of agony over how the gleam of emotion he was so infatuated with left your eyes. all because of him.

you muster enough strength to plead to the blonde, your voice coming out through hoarse, slurred sniffles. but much to your dismay, your cries fall on deaf ears. if only leon had more morality than he did love for you.

"i'm so sorry, y/n, i just needed to hold you. even for just one last time” he picks his head up to look at you, face breaking out in a pitiful smile. “and i can't lose you. not again.” he grabs hold of your hands from behind your back and begins caressing the digits of your fingers. and the contrast between his smile and the crazed look in his eyes has you shuddering in apprehension.

"you're stuck with me to the end."

your eyes then flutter open to see a blinding white light; you begin to hear the quiet chant of a monitor beside you. where the hell am i? despite your current confusion, all you can think about is how you grieved for your best friend in the grimy cells of the RPD, how everyone turned into undead creatures just a week later, and how leon protected you from anything as small as a paper cut. you remember how several zombies overpowered him and how you took advantage of the opportunity, running like hell away and out of raccoon city. you remember the burning of your lungs, the rain on your skin, the hope of getting far, far away from this nightmare. you also remember the fear you felt when umbrella snatched you into their possession, to where you would soon forget everything that happened. including leon kennedy.

you're in the present now, as you can tell by the sheepskin jacket around your form and the hospital bed you're laid upon. it takes you too long to realize that you're safe, out of the hellhole that is los iluminados. looking down, you find a gun sitting by your hip (leon made the declaration that if you were to never wake up again, he wouldn't hesitate to end it all right then and there). you shift your train of sight to see leon at your bedside with his head in his hands while his entire body trembles with trepidation. the sight of this lovesick maniac at your side causes you to spring forward with a harsh gasp. his heartbeat skyrockets at the sudden occurrence. you're alive, and leon can't stop the tears of relief that fall from his eyes.

"hi, pretty... i'm here, you're safe now..." the smile on his face is borderline terrifying. his hands cup your face, practically clinging onto you like a lifeline.

"i remember... i remember everything..." the statement is entirely said to yourself, your gaze distant and not entirely there.

his eyebrows scrunch upwards, gaze softening (if it can even soften more than it already has). leon then pulls your face to his and molds his lips against yours aggressively, desperately. it isn't soft, sweet, or romantic in any sense. it is inexperienced, but overflowing with raw passion, need, and obsession. he only stops when the two are you are breathless and gasping for air. a dreamy sigh escapes leon's lips once he parts from you, gazing into your eyes as if you were something holy (which you are, obvi, but i digress). leon is so horrifically, irrevocably, disgustingly in love with you. and you can feel everything in his all-too overwhelming kiss.

he then engulfs you and melts into your arms like a noodle in boiling water. his light-headed, lovesick laughter fans against your neck. leon somehow pulls you impossibly closer to him, almost as if he were trying to morph the two of you together. it is too much; he is all you can feel, smell, touch. but, without a sliver of strength in your body, you are entirely vulnerable to him and his captivation.

"ashley... she didn't make it..." there’s a certain tone in leon's voice you can’t explain, but you shudder beneath it, anyway. he tells the information softly, but his voice is full of too much exhilaration to be normal. with these newfound memories, that dread returns to your stomach at the thought of what leon is capable of. what leon may have done to ashley while you were out cold.

through the abyssal darkness, your wish has been granted. you have now retrieved all lost memories.

and now, you know why you never were able to trust leon kennedy.

the end !! hehe, thanks for the fun ride babes.

HOWEVER……….. this is surely not the end of my resident evil stained brainrot. so i will not be continuing this series, but i will most certainly be pouring out everything in my RE-obsessed brain. only if u would like to see it, of course. if u do, pls send me some asks!! and thank u again !!!

[scourgeblooms]

wanted to do a physical timeline for my commander and highlight how he’s changed through the years. this is mostly for my own entertainment BUT I do enjoy seeing the same thing from other folks so I’m posting it here in the hopes that other people share my sentiment. 

(I was ALSO totally inspired by @/manasurge’s hair timeline. it kicks ass. go look at it.) 

elaboration/rambling below the cut!

Personal Story, LW1-2: Popped out of the pod blunt, solicitous, and already maybe a little too paranoid for someone who was born yesterday, but all those traits made him uniquely qualified for a position in military leadership.  Healthy and floral, soft aspen-bark-like skin, delicate petals. black anthers produce pollen. undergoes more fashion changes than physical transformations during this time. gets a little banged up here and there (and maybe has some lasting respiratory effects from the toxic alliance era) but overall feelin a-okay. 

Heart of Thorns: it’s all gone to shit. took a spectacular headdive in both a physical and mental sense with breakneck speed. never “officially” answered mordremoth’s call, but anyone who spent time around him would notice a distinct lack of self control and logical thinking. took on a more sickly pallor, stress caused leaves to shrivel, rot, and decay. lost his lil flower top notch and ability to produce pollen. pupils narrowed to take on a more animalistic look, and enamel growth resulted in sharper, larger teeth. fingers also elongated into claws. never fully physically and mentally recovered from the hell jungle. 

LW3: chopped off most of his leaves to encourage fresh growth. lots of physical healing during this time, though it takes quite a while for his complexion to fully recover. takes on the role of aurene’s champion with gusto. relatively unaffected by bloodstone, but feels the effects of mordremoth’s loose/uncontrolled magic deeply. continues to hear mordremoth’s “voice” and is diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia. 

Path of Fire: still healing from HoT. continues to grow out his leaves. glow returns, as well as some of his eye color. likes the crystal desert, but finds the harsh, dry climate to be particularly challenging; he’s definitely more of a ‘temperate’ sylvari. does not handle dying well. death only adds to his paranoia and psychosis. has an increasingly hard time picking apart what is real and what is…. not. 

LW4: let’s get ready to kill an undead lich!!!! absorbs even more magic after the death of joko and kralkatorrik, and it starts to show in a there-and-gone shimmery aura that takes on a similar appearance to ley lines. starts to suffer from migraine auras. flower top notch grows back, but stays closed and dormant. picks up a few nifty necromancy tricks from the elonians, and the tips of his fingers start to show signs of necrotic decay; all that death magic can’t be good for the complexion, can it? 

Icebrood Saga: having another dragon in his head does not help his mental health in the slightest. braided leaves (courtesy of braham <3) to protect against frostbite. his ley “aura” gets more intense, hard to miss, and is a near constant. flower topnotch remains closed due to the cold weather conditions. after being shot by bangar, his wound is covered/healed by aurene’s brand. migraines increase in frequency, makes it difficult for him to focus. a bone deep exhaustion starts to set in, and more often than not, he catches himself thinking that a nice long nap underneath a blanket of snow doesn’t sound so terrible….

End of Dragons: back in a more agreeable climate, his topnotch finally blooms, but does not grow anthers or produce pollen. easily physically corrupted by void magic, and he feels soo-won’s pain and struggle deeply. the void corruption eventually shows up in the form of darkening leaves, and seeping out of his eyes/tearducts (it’s fine. don’t worry about it.). starts to incorporate chaos magic into his own necromancy practices. has a fucking terrible time in gyala delve. has a fucking terrible time saying goodbye to aurene. 

Secrets of the Obscure: nothing feels entirely real to him anymore. still willing to help, to fight, but it’s done on autopilot at this point. this magical, floating palace in the sky looks and feels like a dream, with the kryptis acting as the encroaching, inevitable turn to a real, living nightmare. still uses a bit of leftover void in his magical practices, but most of the corruption has left his system. that respiratory illness he picked up back in kessex hills comes back to bite him in nayos. finally grows back his anthers, but instead of producing pollen, it's an outlet for void/magic energy.

[transgenderer]

As humans spontaneously decay from body into soul in a process known as necrosis (vulgar: death), their consciousness is displaced into a lower frequency Ley Line (in the physical realm this attraction is felt as “gravity”). Groups of souls tend to cluster together to create stable spiritual structures know as a cthonopolis (vulgar: underworld) via the unconscious act of remembering (a process theorized to be a lower frequency form of creation/emanation). Explorations within these structures have for centuries revealed subterranean realms of eerie half-remembered buildings and vegetation. It is believed organic bits of this material have evolved to become the native fauna known as demons. 

At even deeper frequencies spiritual fission occurs (discovered by the Judean physicist Isaiah Baramoz in 1878). A sector of this region known as Gehenna was first claimed by the 1st Judean Republic in 1884, followed by its annexation a year later by the Roman Province of Pluto due to an inherited claim of the Kingdom of Hades (absorbed into the Roman Empire in 1834) over a suspected lower frequency zone. 

The Roman government relied upon Demonic aid during the annexation, resulting in the spread of Satanism (named after the Shaytan, an Infernal word for a social class of soul owner within the Demonic economy) into the physical world. 

This would lead to the Easter Uprising of 1916 as the spirit of Yeshua Bardavid conquered Gehenna (renamed Tartarus by the Romans), Sheol, and large chucks of Ashphodel for the Kingdom of the Father (a powerful hegemony directed from a 1st level tripartite God-association) after his torture and execution by the Roman Empire. A bloody civil war followed, resulting in the Roman Empire becoming the Universal Saint’s Sacred Republic (U.S.S.R.) and its ban of Satanism. 

The first physical human within a fission Ley Line frequency was Roman cosmonaut Dante Alighieri in 1961 during the Virgil missions, although a popular conspiracy theory has spread claiming it was faked by the Vatican to win the Realm Race against Aesir-occupied Midgard. 

really good!

[edosianorchids901]

Injurious Distance

@flashfictionfridayofficial prompt - "soaring above"

A vague unease spread through Crawley. He froze in place with his drink raised halfway to his lips.

He glanced around, but there was absolutely nothing going on in the courtyard. Unless you counted the ducks wandering through. They looked pretty peaceful, though.

Frowning, he put down the beer and stood. Brilliant light reflected off every surface, the Egyptian sun almost overwhelming. Maybe he was just getting a headache from that?

But no, this was something totally different. He was decently sure that it had nothing to do with anxiety, either. It felt new.

Closing his eyes, Crawley touched his fingers to his temples and cast his awareness out. He searched the metaphysical landscape, seeking the source of the malaise.

He found it out in the desert. The sense of wrongness increased as he focused. Something was definitely wrong, and although it was dim, he recognized the presence even at a great distance.

It was Aziraphale. Something was wrong with Aziraphale.

“Shitshitshit.” Crawley opened his eyes again, marched to the wall, and peered out. But no, of course Aziraphale couldn’t be close enough to see. He must be way, way out there. Too far to reach on foot in time to stop whatever bad thing must be happening.

And Crawley was on the wrong side of the Nile, anyway. A river and half a desert between him and Aziraphale.

Only one option, then.

Crawley pulled his wings into the physical plane and gasped at the deep, throbbing aches. He drew a few deep breaths as he leaned on the wall, bracing himself. This would be bloody miserable, but Aziraphale needed him apparently.

Jaw clenched, Crawley launched himself into the air. The first flap of his wings made his vision dim, which was honestly not so bad considering how damn bright it was.

But the subsequent flaps hurt too, and a hiss slipped though his gritted teeth. He ignored the pain and just flew anyway. He was used to pain. He’d been in pain ever since he Fell.

This wasn’t the type of pain he felt most often, though, and he wasn’t as well practiced at ignoring it. His wings only hurt when he manifested them, and he didn’t manifest them often.

He also hadn’t flown at any point in the past thousand years or so. He was definitely out of practice.

Still, the landscape passed swiftly underneath him. He soared above the Nile, across the sandy desert, over the shade of oases. Still no sign of Aziraphale.

The brilliant light of the midday sun was even more miserable from here. Crawley flicked a hand and miracled a pair of dark glasses, then crammed them on his face. That dropped the light level some, and he sighed in relief. At least that was one thing that hurt less.

His wings were not hurting less. The deep ache has graduated to a full burning now, a searing agony that might have dropped him out of the sky if he hadn’t been so intent on his goal. He had to find Aziraphale.

Finally, he spotted a figure sprawled in the sand below. Not moving.

Breathless, Crawley dove. He hit the ground hard enough to send shooting pain through his legs, too, and he yelped as he stumbled to a halt beside the limp form.

Aziraphale turned, looking up at him with glassy eyes. “Craw…ley?”

“Hi, yep. What’s wrong with you?” Trembling with pain, Crawley crouched down beside the angel and prodded his arm. “Are you hurt?”

“Not very much.” Aziraphale just laid there. “I got a trifle robbed by bandits, and they hit me rather a lot. My tummy hurts.”

Crawley hovered a hand over Aziraphale’s belly, focusing his attention on the injuries, and inhaled sharply. “Oh, Satan.”

Aziraphale looked around again. “Oh no, where?”

“Er.” Crawley awkwardly patted Aziraphale’s arm. “Not here, s’ okay. I just meant that you’re really hurt. Bleeding internally.”

“Well, why didn’t you… say so?” Aziraphale replied, cross.

“I just did.” After a deep breath, bracing again, Crawley swept one wing up to shield Aziraphale from the sun. Last thing Aziraphale needed was heat stroke. “How do you feel aside from your… tummy?”

“Sore.” Aziraphale screwed his eyes shut. “And rather warm.”

“Nh, yeah. S’ a hot day.” At least Crawley had gotten here quickly, despite the distance. “Listen, I’m gonna heal you. Just lie still.”

He swallowed hard, then channeled a careful healing miracle into the area. Aziraphale moaned as he repaired the damage, and Crawley murmured an apology. But discomfort was better than Aziraphale discorporating from internal bleeding.

After the miracle, Aziraphale opened his eyes again. He blinked a few times, then gave Crawley a tiny smile. “Oh. That feels much, much better. Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it.” Exhausted, muscles trembling, Crawley collapsed into a seated position. He kept his wing up despite the pain. “You’re not hurt anywhere else?”

“I suspect I’m a touch banged up all over, but that was the only serious thing. I think.” Sniffling, Aziraphale blinked a few times and glanced around. “Goodness, I’m awfully far out in the desert. How did you find me?”

Oh shit, Crawley did not want to try to explain that. Especially when he wasn’t really sure himself. But he tried not to lie to Aziraphale, in general. “Er. I felt that you were in danger.”

“You what?”

“I felt that you were in danger.” Crawley’s wings ached even more as he got more stressed, and he glared. “I dunno how it works, I just felt it. Came looking for you.”

Aziraphale smiled, reaching to squeeze his hand. “Well. However it works, I do appreciate it.”

Embarrassed, Crawley grumbled vaguely and looked away. It really was undemonic to rush to the aid of an angel, but Aziraphale was his friend. Helping him was worth both embarrassment and pain.

[ticenchantedtoc]

crack theory 🤨❓

Okay, how do I explain this...

There are parts of this theory that are rooted in logic and parts that are wild speculation, but I think the overall theory is possible, albeit a little crazy. Then again, a lot of things in this game are crazy.

In short, my theory is that Zetta also has a form of Archetype power just like Melia does. But I don't think it comes from the actual Archetype; I think it's something similar but opposite. Because the Archetype is depicted as a golden triangle, I've been imagining this inverse Archetype as an upside-down silver triangle. Hey wait a minute.

Yeah, my theory is that this "inverse Archetype" is actually the Core. Outside of the visual similarity, we know that the Core is linked to the Interceptors' power, and they can transform just like Melia and Erin. The Core is also connected to the Ley Lines, and in the Karma Files, it mentions that Rifts form whenever a Ley Line is pierced. Zetta is the only character we know of who can directly interact with the Ley Lines to create Rift Pokemon*. Perhaps this is his version of the "superpowers" Melia, Erin, Allen, and Alice have because of the Archetype. If that's the case, then it would make complete sense that his power comes from the Core instead.

(*Quick note, I'm aware that there are other "Rifts" not created by Zetta, but a lot of them aren't Rifts in the lore, just in the gameplay mechanics. Carnivine, Dufaux, and Talon all became "Rifts" through alternate means, and though Ferrothorn and Hippowdon are real Rifts, they were created from rift matter that Bladestar stole from Team Xen (so they likely come from Zetta's power too, in a very roundabout way). The only other Rifts can't be explained this way are Volcanion, which Zetta very well could've made off-screen, and Aelita, which makes sense because Aelita turned into a Rift due to Vivian's curse. And Vivian already had a connection with the Ley Lines, that's how she could sense where people and Pokemon were. Okay back to the theory!)

The description of the Core also mentions that it contains and transports information about all life on Earth. That sounds a lot like something Zygarde, the pokemon responsible for keeping balance, would use, right? We currently don't know anything about the Zygarde host except their age: 25. Oddly enough, this is Zetta's biological age too. I say it's odd because most of the Xen Executives don't have specific canon ages, and if he's a clone of Melia, why make him so much older in the first place? It could be a coincidence, but I find it suspicious. Especially considering that everything with a Z name has been linked to the Core in some way: Zygarde, Zeight, Zorrialyn being where Castle Zygara once was.

To be clear, do I think Zetta being connected to the Core means he's an Interceptor? Absolutely not. Do I think there are three other Core-hosts like with the Archetype? Probably not. But I can't look past the fact that just after we get this lore dump about the Core, Crescent gives Zetta's pokeball to Melia. And in this teaser screenshot for v14, there's a new icon in the top left with Zetta's face and what appears to be the Interceptor's Wish. I'm not going to speculate about this screenshot because I have no idea what it means really, but at this point it's impossible to deny that Zetta is going to be important in Chapter 16.

Some last bonus points in this theory, aka the part where I start wildly speculating: When you combine the Archetype triangle and the proposed inverse Archetype triangle (whether it's actually the Core or a different thing), it would make the alchemical symbol for aether.

In alchemy, aether represents the space that isn't filled by any of the natural elements. It was thought to be the breath of gods, and harnessing the power of aether could connect the physical world to the spiritual one. Since Rejuvenation is a pokemon game, most players are already familiar with the word aether because of the Aether Foundation. The Aether Foundation created Type:Null, which was intended to be a manmade Arceus but failed, and they had to put on the helmet to contain its power. Rejuvenation acknowledges this backstory, calling it an "inconsistency" that two more Type:Null can be found in Aevium. Zepto is an obvious metaphor for Zetta's backstory as a clone, but I'd like to think the aether connection could mean something.

Speaking of inconsistencies, when you play chess against Zetta in the Nightmare Realm, all of the pieces depict characters in the game, and they all have a quote related to the character. For example, Neved's piece says "Your family before all else." All of the Xen executives are depicted as chess pieces here except for Zetta. This might just be because he's literally sitting across the board from you, but Risa (the Risa from the Nightmare Realm, not Clear pretending to be Risa) is also a piece on the board. Her piece is broken though, and it's not the only one. Eden's piece is broken too, and their quote ends in "Defiled." One other chess piece ends this way, one that seems to be missing a head. The full quote is, "To perpetuate consistency through inconsistency. The descendant of Zed. Defiled." There's the letter Z again. In an absence of other characters this could refer to, I'm assuming this piece is meant to be Zetta, which would mean that inconsistencies and being a "descendant" are more important to his character than we've been lead to believe. Could this be a hint that he's connected to the unknown Zygarde host?

Again, this last part is just wild speculation! The core (pun not intended) of this theory is that Zetta has his own version of the Archetype powers and maybe even his own transformation. I think it's likely that those powers would come from the Core, considering the lore we get in the Karma Files, but I'm not entirely sure. Whether I'm right or not, I'm just really excited for my favorite solosis to get more screen time.

[sunnyy-sunsh1ne]

About Guizhong Having a Correlation with Domains and the Heavens (TL;DR)

It is indeed a fact that Guizhong has similarities with the Heavens & Domains.

She's an entitity that "descended" from above, and also has clothes that resemble to the Abyss/Heavens & Domains.

To continue with the theory we need to asume that all deities descend from the Heavens or recieved the blessing of the Heavens.

With Heavens I don't mean Celestia, but a higher/different power like the Primordial One and its shades or even the Seelies/any other divine envoy.

This theory also follows another theory from a video of @/Ashikai.

Where she talked about domains being concentrated places of space & time. According to this theory these places are like the teapot function, where we can have a big space in such an small teapot.

Domains could be places full of chaos, crowded with forbidden knowledge or random data of Teyvat.

This data could be physical items that the ley lines cannot storaged for some unknown reason.

So because these items cannot be in the ley lines & in the world of Teyvat, domains were created by the Heavens so Teyvat could exist with peace.

Here is where Guizhong finally appears, to be part of the creation of domains.

I have three leads about Guizhong being a creator of Domains:

(1st lead) The ornament she uses in her clothes, and also her clothes being similar to Lumine's & Paimon's clothes.

The ornament of Gui can be seen in various forms around Teyvat, like in the Viparya flower, in the elemental attack sight of Nahida and more.

But I think that @archa1c_l0rd (in twitter) can talk better about it. This post was helped by this other one...

Link: https://twitter.com/archa1c_l0rd/status/1617437510912860162

(2nd lead) I think that Gui's clothes look pretty similar Paimon's clothes (asuming that Paimon has some corelation to the Heavens).

And also a bit to Lumine's clothes (if she also even has some corelation to the Heavens.

(3rd lead) The 3rd lead is the catalyst weapon Memory of Dust.

According the weapon's description, in this dumbbell lies all the wisdom of Gui, one that Rex Lapis was never able to unlock after Gui passed away in the Archon War.

What if inside this lies a domain just like in the teapot function?

Maybe Gui was able to create this dumbbel thanks to her previous creations of domains.

I would like to add that maybe domains could also storage god's residue so it doesn't harms Teyvat.

Maybe old destroyed civilizations had gods that died in some point of history (ex. archon war).

As also there could be pple's souls put in those domains, so they were not storaged in ley lines bc maybe they had forbidden knowledge?

This is why domains have artifacts and weapon ascension items.

[allthemurders]

please tell me i’m not the only one who watches a long-running crime show with a changing main cast (e.g. silent witness; midsomer murders) and immediately creates an au where my favourites of each “era” are all around at the same time,,,,,

like for silent witness i have the testator silens au, in which the lyell keeps taking on new people with an unrealistically ever-increasing budget. eventually the team is comprised of cara, clarissa, harry, jack, leo, nikki, simone, thomas, and velvy, plus an oc called avery whose existence i basically use as an “excuse” for why the timeline went sideways from canon. (ik i could just have the au anyways, but including a mostly unnecessary oc is a staple of all my aus at this point hndkgjshfh.)

and midsomer murders has the imaginatively-named lana au, which contains an oc called lana. she’s pretty much used in the same way as avery — she brings tom & family, john & family, and all the pathologists and sergeants (other than dan who i don’t really like hnfjgjfgh) together into one big group, with found family vibes and chaos.

i like to imagine these aus from the unnecessary oc’s pov most of the time too!! for projection reasons and also because it lets me play with dynamics and different perspectives and whatnot in a way i struggle with if i use canon characters’ povs for some reason.

aaaanyways yea,,,,,, do you create convoluted alternate universes for your faves to interact despite them never meeting in canon, or are you normal 😭😭

[system-architect]

BELATED asura appreciation week day 1 - talk about one of your asura ocs! i had a busy week but there's never a bad time to talk about my guys lmfao

gunner is my main character and is also my commander! he has a non-commander au as well but i mostly think about the commander version. don't let his appearance fool you-- he's about 185 years old right now, the mists just kind of pickled him

he's a rata novan who ended up getting hurled into the mists due to uncontained ley energy overloading the portal he was traveling through while trying to escape the chak. after escaping the mists, he got his masters in synergetics, had a brief stint in the inquest researching the mists/eternal alchemy, accidentally blew up a lab after making his collider go supercritical, hid out briefly in the maguuma wastes, and then fled into the fractals to lay low while being a fractal explorer. in commander au, he's eventually caught by the peacemakers and then sort of leashed to zojja (in the same way canach was to anise) and sucked into the personal story timeline from there on

the freak accident w/ the portal left him with permanent physical-magical-spiritual scarring, and on top of turning him into a revenant, it 'blew open' the ley channels within his own body. he's unable to properly regulate his own magical flow and soaks up uncontained magic like a sponge, with his condition worsening over time as more gods and dragons are killed

the extra magic has some perks and is why he's been able to so "easily" hold himself in combat as the commander, buuuut if he isn't careful, he hits critical mass and his body attempts to purge all of the excess magic at once. the magic trying to vacate forcefully is extremely painful and incapacitates him for awhile, and is super dangerous to anyone around him. he usually gets warning signs prior to this happening in the form of vertigo, headaches, and 'auras' (physically seeing ley anomalies and magical flows). the different pieces of tech built into his armor are regulators (built by one of his "coworkers") that are supposed to help slowly diffuse the magic out over time to prevent this. this 'ability' has won him a few fights, but the cost is high.

i think that's all? HERE'S SOME OTHER FUN FACTS ABOUT HIM:

he's trans + gay

he has adhd and tourette's syndrome. both of those get worse the more magic he has in his body (or the more stressed he is lol)

he has ley magic and spectral agony scarring all over the right side of his body

mallyx and shiro are his canon legends, kalla sometimes comes and goes at will

he obtains astralaria during heart of thorns, and he ALSO has a canon nevermore that he gets during icebrood saga

his name is technically gunn but he just plain prefers going by gunner and that's effectually become his name

he had Normal Organs at the start of PS but over time his magical corruption has turned his innards/mouth/teeth a glowy kaiju blue

[the-mallorca-files]

finally finished my college final major project, so regular posts will be returning next saturday!

[destiny-smasher]

After three years of off-and-on development in my spare time (after conceptualizing the characters and concept in the mid 2010's), I finally pushed myself to release my work-in-progress build of the original visual novel I've been creating!

DownRight Fierce by Destiny-Smasher

A visual novel about fighting game gals finding themselves, losing themselves, and finding themselves again.

The slice-of-life shenanigans of visual novels like @brianna-lei's Butterfly Soup and D̷o̸k̷i̸ ̴D̶o̷k̶i̸ ̸L̴i̷t̷e̶r̸a̸t̵u̸r̴e̵ ̴C̵l̶u̴b̷ meet the quirky, power-infused worlds of fighting games like Street Fighter and Rival Schools in this character driven visual novel. Designed to feel like the fully fleshed out backstory of a small fighting game roster, DownRight Fierce will have players riding shotgun with protagonist Nishiko Shimomura as they are shipped off to a private school after acting out one too many times by abusing their latent Street Fighter -esque powers. Nishiko will have to navigate relationships in Windy Pines Academy, a strict boarding school designed to train those who are able to wield Ki-Flow, the ability to manifest one's own soul and spirit energy into physical form.

Make choices that will influence Nishiko's personal growth, from physical attributes to friendships and, if you're lucky, perhaps some sweethearting on the side. The choices you make will alter Nishiko's abilities, affecting how they perform later on in fighting scenes, as well as unlocking or locking dialogue options at various points. Think of this like a TellTale/Life is Strange styled game with a primary narrative but branching side scenes and various alternate moments -- much less flashy presentation but a lot more variables and variation in things that can happen during scenes.

I personally do not think a character's identity or sexuality should inherently be considered a 'spoiler,' but I can respect wanting to discover these characters' identities yourself in-universe. So for now, what I will make clear is that this is a queer, LGBT+ story, featuring characters of various ethnicities and identities.

I created this story concept and its main characters in ~2014, and the release of Butterfly Soup inspired me to start adapting it and rebooting it as a visual novel. I've been working on it sporadically since January 2020, and this is the first public release of my progress so far. As of this build (January 31, 2023) I've managed to edit the Prologue through to much of Chapter 2. I'll leave what I have past that present in this build, and intend to do a follow-up update in February or March to bring things up to the end of Chapter 3 before progressing further into the game's development using feedback I get from this public build.

Thanks for checking the project out, and please let me know what you think of it! I have a lot of work to do but this is a big first step for me and the project has come such a long way since I started it.

(Yes, there is a $ tsundere stat)

(Logo art by Shannon Ehrola, Character sprite art by @sakura-rose12, and smoke photo by Pascal Meier. )

[zofi-persson-quotes]

Energy

The user is able to control energy to their will, the thing that is the base of all the magic systems. With how energy influences things as a whole, Energy users are naturally stronger than most, only limited by their vitality and imagination.

Other than that, energy magic is in a way connected to some degree to all the other kinds of magic, due to people needing energy to even cast the simplest spell. 

Energy is, alongside Light, Darkness, Space, Time, Void, Creativity, Life and Death, one of the Nine Primordial Magics.

It has two sub-elements, Electricity and Technology

Limitations:

Energy Absorption/Immunity

Distance, mass, precision, etc. depend upon the knowledge, skill, and strength of the user, and their power's natural limits.

May be unable to create energy, being limited to manipulating only from already existing sources.

May be limited by the amount of energy a person can hold in themselves.

Extensive use of powers over a long period of time could deplete one's energy reserves.

May be limited in amount of energy or the type of energy.

Energy spells

Dynamokinesis - manipulate or generate energy.

Energized Body - absorb energy to power oneself

Energy Absorption - absorb and utilize various kinds of energy

Energy Drain - drain living beings or objects from their energy

Energy Channeling - channel energy and use it for a variety of purposes. 

Energy Concentration - concentrate one’s energy into a certain point of one’s body

Energy Connection - have a deep physical/spiritual connection with energies.

Energy Containment - contain/trap energy

Energy Defiance - ignore energy and energy currents

Energy Detection - sense the presence of energy in one's vicinity

Energy Generation - generate energy

Energy Manipulation - manipulate energy

Energy Attacks - use energy in offensive ways

Energy Defense - use energy in defensive ways

Energy Constructs - create constructs out of energy

Quintessence Force - create and manipulate an unique form of electrical and life energy.

Energy Immunity - be immune to energy

Energy Negation - negate energy

Energy Perception - perceive energy

Energy Signature Manipulation - manipulate one’s or people’s energy signature

Ergokinetic Flight - use energy to fly

Energy Blast - create blasts of energy.

Energy Emission - release energy.

Energymancy - gain divination via energy

Ergo-Telekinesis - use telekinesis through energy 

Ley Line Manipulation - The user can manipulate ley lines, the conduits of energy that surround a planet.