#Mes is a prophet that is very very petty

[thebestchairleg]

This is literally my OC Mes. Mes is the very meaning of “why we can’t have nice things”. They once had a prophecy of someone who would become an emperor, and prevented it because that guy called Mes a “triangular stink man”.

Prophets and seers don’t HAVE to give musings and warnings of the future in vague, riddling, or purposefully misleading ways. They mostly only do that when the people who come to them are being arrogant jerks or when someone knowing their actual happy end will cause that end to not happen.

[self-shipper-snowdrop]

I am in the airport heading back from vacation why do I see notifs for comments asking me to DM them

[tea42]

Kaos- the inaccuracies are a feature not a flaw

The show itself offers the reason for the inaccuracies:

The question Persephone asks Hera in episode 8, 'Why the story?'

This is of course referring to the story of Hades and Persephone as we know it and then revealing to the audience it is very untrue.

I love this because it is so subtle- in the implications for all the inaccuracies and also the motivations for the gods writing their own stories. Propaganda? Pettiness? Who knows. It seemed as if Hera forgot her motive for that one herself.

It underlines a theme- the gods are lying.

I also really like this tied with the theme of breaking one's fate / prophecy. If you know the original stories you as a watcher you might think you know what will happen, like a sort of prophet, but -oh wait! Maybe you don't!

It's exciting to me.

It's not just exciting, it is cleverly done with layered themes that compliment each other.

Wonderful show, canceling it was a travesty.

[calebwittebane]

i had a dream id gotten conned into becoming a god and proceeded to try and design a world without suffering or pain. i really really struggled with this one. no matter what i did, it seemed like bouncing between endless suffering and highly sheltered sensory deprivation state with all functions for every person reduced to a minimum. eventually the author--it turned out i was in a fictional work, and the author was a sneering cynical asshole who enjoyed seeing me suffer--started mocking me, saying that a real demiurge really in control of things through unlimited possibilities wouldve figured that out, but i'm just a loser who spent a long time being human and therefore my mind has very human limitations. i started arguing with the author, saying that theyd written me this way and have no right to mock me, that despite this attitude they have this clearly is some form of venting theyre doing through art, and they need to take something seriously for once. my limitations are simply a reflection of theirs, and their mockery is their pained wailing in disguise. they were like well i dont like your attitude so because youve decided to be a little bitch about it i will now punish you by making you experience every death that ever happened to anyone and WILL have happened to anyone. so i did. it was awful. the prophetic visions of what sort of carnage famine disease and freak accidents the future has in store for humanity, they were almost as bad as the historical part. reminder: i feel pain in my dreams. anyway once that was done, and it did in fact feel to me like actual centuries were passing, actual centuries of nothing but agony, i told the author they were a vindictive bitch, incapable of comprehending the suffering theyre inflicting. if they ever felt even a fraction of what they dish out without much thought, they would curl up and cry and never do anything again. they told me i just objected to the way i'd sculpted my own consciousness. that to be a human, advanced and philosophy oriented as we are with our proportionally large complex brains, is to reject all inevitability as barbaric. i said that was stupid--humans are still, despite our unique traits, simply part of the animal kingdom, and more broadly made of the same matter as the rest of the universe, a continuous lattice of reactions among many other, a sustained chain that hasn't stopped since the very first instance of reproduction occurred between two organisms. the author just favors the human perspective because theyre biased and write what they know.

then the author felt like doing something petty once more so they decided to put me in a situation where im trying to buy art supplies but my dad is also there undermining everything i say. i said: this wont get to me--author, it seems you dont know me all that well, for buying art supplies was indeed one of the only type of occasion where my dad Would just let me do what i needed to do and would more or less trust i knew what i was doing. the author laughed and said, and yet you were able to summon a version of events where he does act poorly in this context. how cruel and unfair of you, to imagine something so uncharitable. how can you be sure of anything you remember? and i was going to give a reply but things around me started glitching out. people got spaghettified and turned into like. ok imagine a coral reef but its people.

i think i mustve argued with the author about some technical accuracy in their depictions of trains? i got to experience some train crashes as punishment

so yeah im awake now and i dont feel like ive gotten a lot of rest considering i just escaped time prison

[ghostinthegallery]

As a transformers fan I love robots who have divorce drama stretching millions of years but also have a body count in the trillions. Thus it has taken little convincing but I think I shall investigate these undead robots.

In the event of my death I'm Telling. This is your fault. How do I start wading into this mess bc my only encounter with Warhammer was when a very drunk frat guy tried to explain the horus heresy at a party.

Well you are in for a treat then! Robots with marriage/divorce drama, severe mental health issues, and body counts best measured on a planetary scale are our specialty in Chez Necron.

If you want a setting overview before you dive in, Bricky's two part series going over all the factions is quite solid. Long, but hey this has been around since the 80s. (no drunken Horus Heresy rambles*)

First, watch this clip of Trazyn the Infinite, as an amuse bouche before your meal.

As for books, there are two main places I'd start for necrons:

The Infinite and the Divine- the classic starting point for necrons (and 40k in general). Trazyn the Infinite, lord of the Prismatic Galleries, battles against Orikan the Diviner, master chronomancer and prophet. Clash of godlike beings over...what amounts to a magic Rubik's Cube. It's so petty. This fight spans epochs, multiple wars, and one legal case. There's no heterosexual explanation for their dynamic. Also this book has dinosaurs. Some of whom carry shuriken canons.

Now, this book has a ton of 40k stuff. Most major factions make an appearance so there's a very good chance there will be words/things that a new person is unfamiliar with. If that doesn't bother you, awesome! Proceed. Ask me things, I'll explain that an aeldar is just a space elf or whatever. Or watch a lore vid beforehand. However if that is a turn off I'd recommend starting with...

Severed- Novella, so shorter which is nice. Do you like angst? The horrors of immortality? Lord/knight love story? One very silly guy? Then meet Zahndrekh and his loyal bodyguard Obyron as they set out to conquer a planet where the necrons are...wrong. Complicating factors include Obyron's crippling depression, Zahndrekh's asshole ex, and the fact Zahndrekh is insane and believes them all to still be the creatures of flesh and blood they were before a bunch of star gods ate their souls and turned them into robots. Prepare to cry.

After those, I cannot recommend the Twice Dead King duology highly enough. Oltyx, an exiled prince attempts to save his dynasty from destruction while battling his own creeping madness. He's got an adorable crush on his hot best friend. The voices in his head were put there on purpose so its fine. Well most of them were. Everything is fine. I didn't cry multiple times reading these...

Then refer to my reading guide for the good short stories and boom! The wonderful world of gay undead space robots is open before you.

I accept full responsibilities for my actions. If you die I promise to say mostly nice things at your funeral.

*mini rant, but I honestly think the Horus Heresy is one of the worst ways to introduce someone to the 40k world. It's a series with like 70 books! Many of them are bad! You need a flowchart to keep track of the timeline! I know there's some good books and characters, power to all who love the HH, but it is not newbie friendly! Also it only has humans which robs you of some of the best parts of the setting (like...y'know. Necrons). Ease people in, then they can make an informed decision about tackling the mountain of buff space men with daddy issues shooting each other.

[rottenpumpkin13]

Eating Me Alive

desc: Angeal comes to terms with his reflection while Sephiroth and Genesis mock their own.

cw: body dysmorphia, mentions of body hate, blood.

wc: 2036

As far as Angeal was concerned, Genesis would have been a happier man if he bit the bullet and married the mirror once and for all. Or at the very least he could've sunk his teeth into the glass and eaten the damned thing.

He would nearly press his nose up to his own reflection, eyes hungrily searching for blemishes, scars, and freckles to condemn.

“My nose would fit my face more if it were just a little bit more upturned,” Genesis said, stroking the bridge of his nose with his index finger. His eyes never left his mirror image. “Don't you think so?”

Angeal sat on the toilet seat with one leg pulled up, bracing his head.

“Your nose looks fine, Gen.”

It was as good as comforting a brick wall. Genesis huffed, making an unsatisfied sound as he turned his attention to his lips. “You know who has no reason to despise their lips at all?”

Angeal mouthed ‘Sephiroth’ to himself before Genesis could answer his own question.

“Sephiroth.” Genesis traced his bottom lip, pouting it as he examined the left side of his face. “His lips are perfect.”

Genesis' words managed to be prophetic when he didn't mean for them to be—a fact that would've gone straight to his ego had Angeal made him aware of it.

“Shall I take that as a compliment?” He asked.

Sephiroth appeared in the bathroom door the very same second. His hair was pulled up in a knot, displaying—to Genesis' chagrin—his stunning jawline. Silver wisps of hair framed his face, complimenting his curious smile.

Genesis gifted him a single roll of his eyes before going back to preening himself.

Sephiroth poked his head out, catching a glimpse of himself before gradually letting his body settle in front of the mirror.

He didn't wear a shirt. Sephiroth never did when they were casually hanging out together, just as he never passed up the opportunity to let his skin breathe.

Sephiroth reached up and lightly placed a finger on his lip, his eyebrows flashing as he silently pondered them. Beside him, the rage practically rose from his pores like steam.

“You know why my lips are, in your words, perfect? It's because I never abuse them with repetitive poetry.”

Sephiroth's cathartic laughter and Genesis' subsequent outburst filled the room, the latter grabbing a stray towel to attack the other with. Angeal didn't bother interjecting. For once, their petty quarrel felt like a much-needed relief from the gross displays of vanity.

They disappeared into Angeal's bedroom, where Sephiroth made use of a pillow as a weapon. Angeal was left alone. The bathroom tile was frigid on the sole of his foot, where he pressed it deeper, analyzing the graying grout as a willful distraction.

And yet, his own reflection still caught his eye. He raised his head, catching the annoyed glimmer in his own eyes in the mirror. Eyes were a funny feature to hate. Everyone's own was unique.

If you asked Genesis, he would rave about how the vivid blues in his brought out the red in his hair. Sephiroth told a different story. He despised his own. The slitted pupils were ‘unnatural and frightening’.

Angeal preferred not to think about his own. Why should he? Eyesight was a privilege, and everyone blessed with it should acknowledge their luck that they even had eyes.

His eyebrows dipped, furrowing and creating ugly lines around his face. What did it matter that his eye color didn't fit his face? That his pupils always seemed to pop in a way that made them look like contact lenses?

It was trivial anyway. He was a SOLDIER, not an actor or a model or anything that required physical beauty to be a significant trait.

He was strong, muscular, and good with a sword. That was enough.

Nevertheless, he'd be lying if he claimed to have never let some vain thoughts penetrate his focused mind. Like why, for example, did he technically get the short end of the stick?

Sephiroth and Genesis were attractive, there was no denying it. Sephiroth's silver locks glowed, and always lay perfectly no matter what he did to it. Genesis had been blessed with a russet hue to hair that framed his face perfectly. Angeal's own dull, black hair didn't do anything for him.

Sephiroth was naturally built like a glorious demigod in one of Genesis' epics. His physique was not ruled by how much he worked out or what he ate. His body was—as much as Angeal hated the envy dripping from his choice of words—perfect.

And then there was Genesis, who had always had a metabolism faster than his quickly formed thoughts. He had always been picked on for being a skinny child, but his bullies’ laughter turned sour when Genesis developed into a fit young man with a body straight out of a magazine.

Sephiroth was the kind of attractive that authors wrote about in fantasy novels. He was pleasing to look at and carried himself in a way that let everyone know he did not know it. Angeal himself knew firsthand that Sephiroth was well aware, he just didn't care for it.

“Beauty matters little to me,” he'd say. It was easy for him to say that when he looked like that.

And then there was Angeal.

Genesis was the type of attractive that usually landed him in ad campaigns and brand deals. He stood out on a catwalk and was the picture-perfect poster boy of SOLDIER.

“The other one.”

Angeal Hewley.

He had been a chubby child, an ironic fact about his childhood when one considered that it was filled with nothing but starvation and poverty. It was the icing on top of the birthday cake he never got to eat.

He put on weight easily, and had to work twice as hard to burn it off and turn it into muscle when the time came to become a “perfect SOLDIER.”

But it never stuck. Angeal's body was different from Sephiroth's and Genesis'. His waist wasn't small, his proportions were clumsy, and the baby fat on his face was stubborn.

Heidegger praised him for his build. Of course, he would praise anyone who wasn't Sephiroth.

“We need boys with meat on their bones! Enough of these fairy pretty boys!”

He had awkwardly laughed it off at the time, of course. But when his emotions got the best of him, it only served as another coin for the bank where he kept his worst opinions of himself.

There were plenty of those filling each safe with the brunt of his riches: his insecurities and subsequent guilt. He had no business hating his body when his belly was full and his limbs were fully functioning.

But there were more of them. His nose was too wide, his jaw was too wide and heavy. His hairline was awkward. He had protruding ears. Should he keep going? He wasn't Sephiroth, nor was he Genesis. He was just Angeal. The other one.

He didn't have Sephiroth's prowess with the sword, he didn't have Genesis' skill with materia. All he had was an unusable sword that his pride and persisting honor kept glued to his back instead of callusing his hands.

He wasn't the quiet and intelligent one. He wasn't the poetic and charismatic one. Pages about his beauty and strength could not be written, not when he was just Angeal, the responsible one.

The one who could cook well, the one who kept everyone in line, the dad of every group he was in, the one who faded in every photoshoot they did together, the humble one, the nice one, the ugly one, the interesting one, the other one, the one any storyline would gladly kill off first—

“You did that on purpose!” Genesis' echoing voice filled the bathroom as he slammed the door against the wall.

Sephiroth trailed back in after him, laughing with the pillow hung over his shoulder.

“You should have ducked,” Sephiroth remarked.

“You should have never been born to begin with,” Genesis shot back.

Angeal took notice of the feathers flecked in his russet hair as the older man returned to his rightful place: in front of the mirror. Sephiroth, still holding the pillow, stood beside him, analyzing his own appearance.

Angeal's reflection appeared in a small space, sandwiched between his friends and darkened by their shadows.

As Genesis plucked the feathers from his hair, Sephiroth began untying his own. He let the silver cascade over his shoulder before fluffing it out.

Genesis brushed the white fluff from between his strands, then went right back to critical digging for flaws.

“Do you think I should grow my hair out a bit more?” He asked Sephiroth.

“Long hair is tedious and difficult to maintain,” Sephiroth replied. “You should be thankful that yours doesn't grow as quickly as mine.”

Genesis shrugged. “If I had your waist, I sure would be thankful.”

Sephiroth curiously stood up straighter, placing both thumbs at his rib cage before moving them downward to measure his waist.

“You envy my…waist?” Sephiroth asked, genuinely perplexed.

“Duh,” Genesis rolled his eyes, standing up straight. “Who doesn't? While we're at it, I wouldn't mind having your arms.”

Sephiroth hummed. “Your shoulders are wider than mine. They suit you.”

“No, no I like yours better.” He went right back to stroking his nose pensively. “Your nose is perfect too, you asshole.”

Sephiroth laughed. “It's quite long. I would give you my nose if you would take my dark circles.”

“I accept!” Genesis laughed. “There's nothing makeup couldn't fix. While we're at it, how much do you want for your lips?”

“I'd trade my lips for your pupils.”

“Hmm. I’m not sure. I might give you my eyes if you give me your height.”

“That sounds fair.” Sephiroth leaned in towards the mirror, fogging the glass with his breath. “Honestly, I wouldn't mind trading bodies with you for a day.”

“Oh?” Genesis smiled deviously. “That sounds promising.”

“Not like that,” Sephiroth rolled his eyes with a sigh. “You should spend a day in my body. You'll be begging to switch back after a few hours.”

Angeal unfurled himself from his seat, placing both feet on the cold tile.

“Nonsense,” Genesis brushed it off with a wave of his hands, “I'd kill to be Sephiroth for a day.”

“You loathe your appearance to that degree?” Sephiroth wondered.

Angeal's vision burned red.

“I don't loathe it,” Genesis corrected him. “I simply think it could use some improvement. Don't you think that about yourself?”

Sephiroth considered, looking back at his reflection. “Sometimes. Not all the—”

“AAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!”

A guttural scream made both men jump back, startled.

Angeal pushed past them and dove towards the mirror hands-first. He kept screaming even as he smashed his fists into the glass over and over and over again. He kept screaming even as the blood gushed from his flesh, splattering over the white tile.

The mirror cracked more and more, each hit sending shatters of glass flying all over. Hot tears pricked the corners of his eyes. His screams were sandpaper against his throat. He could no longer feel his hands, nor the glass wedged inches deep beneath his skin.

He didn't stop until the mirror was nothing more than a few shards of glass hanging feebly against the wood, and his reflection was gone.

The sink was filled with shards of blood-splattered glass and red. So much red. The vivid crimson against the silver pieces mocked him.

Trying to restabilize his sodden breaths was tricky when choked cries replaced the screams. His nose was running freely with the tears against his cheeks.

Sephiroth and Genesis were huddled together by the bathroom door. Both men were wide-eyed, unconsciously holding onto each other as they watched him, the dripping rivulets of blood painting the white tile, and his mauled fists.

The bathroom was quiet now. Angeal's sniffles and heavy breathing were the only sounds. He forced himself to look back, to look at them.

They were shocked, they were scared.

And he was still Angeal. Blood-soaked, scarred, and ignorant Angeal.

Against his will, Angeal noticed how even when they were scared, they were still perfect.

[im-not-buying-it-ether]

How to Marvelously piss off a Bat: A Guide by Billy Batson, Pt 1

Bruce: Hint at anything and everything prophetic, alternate futures or timelines where something goes horribly wrong. The sheer amount of stress will piss him off, weather its true or not.

Ex:

Billy: Well, this could be worse…

Batman: Superman is flinging himself into buildings high on fear gas, how does this get any worse chum?

Billy: Well hes not murdering his wife or lasering my eyes out right now so we’re definitely in the better timeline

Bruce: he’s not What now

Dick: Midair super-speed pokes. The slightest jab at the side, ankle, or even knuckle mid leap or drive freaks him out and leaves him fumbling a lot.

Ex:

Nightwing, happily summersaulting off buildings preparing to grapple to another mid flip: It’s a bird, its a plane, its the Lord Gray-

Captain Marvel, gaining righteous revenge for his bowl of marshmallow only lucky charms: (Pokes the back of his right knee) bop

Nightwing, now clutching his right knee 57 stories up: so-IIIIIEEEEEE

Jason: Stick a plunger on that crome dome of a helmet, bonus anger points if its during a meeting or in front of people he’s trying to intimidate

Ex:

The Red Hood, scourge of Gothams criminal underworld, in a meeting with his lieutenants: Next thing on our agenda-

The Red Hood, now with 3 plungers stuck to his helmet: We- what the hell

The Hoodlum from the warehouse rafters: THATS WHAT YOU GET FOR SELLING ME OUT TO BATMAN JERK FACE!!!

Hood, taking a plunger off and pointing it at Hoodlum: I KNOW 17 WAYS TO KILL YOU WITH THIS THING YOU LITTLE SHIT, SO YOU’VE GOT 17 SECONDS TO RUN!!

Tim: Mutter something sounding like a vague hex within his proximity, he’ll think you cursed him if he knows you’re petty enough. Basically a magical non-magical psych out

Ex:

Tim, very tired: I am not helping you beat Damians score on Cheese Viking Billy, that goblin will know you cheated and then its my head on the same stick as yours.

Billy, muttering under his breath while walking away: oi karpoí tou kópou sou na xekinísoun sto stóma sou (may the fruits of your labor sour in your mouth)

Tim, understanding the Greek and that billy has ties to Greek gods and magic: *panik*

@thefantasmarex

[sapphorror]

so I don't necessarily have anything to *say* about it just yet but I find this moment very interesting because if there's one thing that's always been very central to Dib's characterization it's that he, like Zim, is driven primarily by ego—and more to the point, his sense of heroism is ultimately constructed in much the same way Zim's role as an invader is. It's a shallow fantasy he's crafted for himself to make living more bearable, and I would think that the opportunity to be hailed as an entire planet's chosen savior would be exactly the kind of thing he'd seize on. It's EXACTLY how he sees himself, or at least, how he wants to see himself.

And the really interesting thing is that we actually DO see exactly this happen later on in the same story, when he finally wins and it maybe just a little bit goes to his head. He's genuinely well-intentioned, and he wants to teach the Plim to rise up and save themselves rather than rely solely on him, but that's just it—his ultimate end goal as Defender of the Earth has always been to expose the truth and make people realize how blind they've been, but now that he's opened their eyes they can go forth and seize their own destiny, which just happens to look a lot like all the things Dib personally cares about. Perhaps ironically, his desired role is less hero than prophet, and maybe that's why he finds it so hard to swallow the notion of starring in someone else's pre-made narrative.

(And there's something to be said here, about how Zim, for all his unrepentant Zim-ness, might've actually gotten one thing a little bit right when he told Dib the Plim weren't suited to self-actualization—that they didn't want it. To Zim's view, of course, this only makes them exploitable and we're right back to him being horrible again, but I think there is something worth considering about the Plim's autonomy and that, faced with all the evidence and every means with which to save themselves, they still asked—literally asked—Dib to do it for them. Which begs the question���is Dib's continued insistence on developing the Plim's independence itself a kind of subjugation? How about his fixation on showing humankind something they so obviously don't want to see?)

... But you know the really funny part?

Dib ultimately rejects yet another heroic title that isn't to his liking, albeit much less surprisingly this time. Lesson unlearned.

Take this all with a grain of salt—I'm thinking out loud here and quite literally didn't expect to say any of this, but it's an aspect of Dib's character that interests me, and it was actually really unexpected and exciting to read a piece of canon material going into it. I think I'd like it if there'd been more emphasis on Dib's initial motives being largely the same as Zim's in essence—that is to say, feeding his ego and spiting the nemesis—since his ultimate epiphany is that all this time wasted on a petty popularity contest could've been spent actually, you know, being a hero, but the message still comes across and the core of the story being told is really solid. I'm going to be obsessed for weeks.

Also, Plab is everything to me. And I really do think it says something that the single faithful outlier among the Plim still thought Dib could maybe afford to cool it on the reclaiming-their-individuality bit. That's honestly more telling to me than the opinion of any crowd.

[prophet-stargazrr]

ー intro

hey. im cyrus, also known as cyrus de lys or my maiden name (not really. a maiden. but you get what i mean) cyrus akagi

heres some useless but interesting enough fun facts about me. feel free to scroll btw

im happily married. have been for like 500+ years. i love my husband so much & i will kill anyone who dares breathe on him wrong or even intend to do something to him /srs

technically the label is demiboy but im kinda questioning that rn. he/they/cosmo pronouns for me blehh

i also hold grudges very easily. i dont forgive easily & i will remember if you do something. i am petty & i am shameless about it. be fucking mad about it

im one of these giratina prophets or whatever. i also have abilities or powers from palkia & dialga so i can do alot of cool stuff. so yeah

im from sinnoh so im not white. dont go assuming im a white boy thats cringe ngl

i really like video games i play them alot too. so if you wanna talk about them or ask for tips or whatever feel free

i love astronomy. its my special interest & i know so much about it. please ask & talk to me about space & shit. please /nf

im autistic as fuck & i fuckin act like it. i use tone tags sometimes & i sometimes need them for context. i dont get hints or social cues they fly right over my head. please use tone tags /gen /srs

oh & also heres my dumb stupid trainer card

volcarona- gochujang [they/them] ー kirlia- danseuse [he/she] ー shaymin- geotjeori [they/them] ー weavile- buchae [she/her] ー mimikyu- seukechi [they/them]

send asks & i'll tag them with whatever. sometimes i'll reblog shit i find cool

[floralembarrassment]

Hiii <333

Can we please get a extremely lovable but dumb (very smart academically but uk how somwtimes those people can be dumb as well) James. And *I'm so done with this shit* Wolfstar. U can add Petty if u want. Plot can be whatever. Just gimme some fluff nd humour <333

Pretty please? 🫶🏽

Thank uuuu nd have a great day!

Hello you sweet angel! I love this request but idk why I've had such a hard time coming up with something. I hope this does justice for ya! with love

He'll Never Know (1/1) (jegulus-adjacent | wolfstar | marauders)

Remus knocked James elbow off the table, causing his face to nearly fall into his breakfast.

"Hey! What was that for?" James said cleaning a bit of egg of his glasses.

"You deserved that. James you cant seriously need me to explain to you that scrambled eggs and friend eggs are both eggs again," Remus said rolling his eyes.

"Well they look different Moony, and sometimes they call things one thing but they don't mean that. Like pudding that's not actually pudding it's just dessert!" James said, his head perpetually in the clouds.

"You're supposed to be doing you homework," Peter pointed his quill at James' parchment.

"It's done, I did it before coffee," James said showing his friends the scroll.

As James had been distracted showing his friends his homework, Regulus had walked over.

"Potter." Regulus said harshly.

"Oh hey Regulus!" James replied cheerfully, never phased by anyone's tone.

"McGonagall said Slytherin could have the pitch tomorrow morning to train our new chaser since it was Gryffindor's bludger that hurt ours," he looked down the table at Marlene who was laughing loudly at something Lily had just said.

"Oh sure, that seems fair." James conceded easily.

Regulus stood there a beat longer than needed, observing James. "Very well," he said and turned to walk away.

Peter whistled low, "wow." he said sharing a knowing look with Remus.

"What?" James said looking between both of his friends smirking.

"Nothing James, you wouldn't understand anyway," Remus said taking a sip of coffee.

"Sirius tell your boyfriend it's not nice to call me stupid," James said as Sirius approached the table.

Sirius smiled at James, and wrapping his arms around Remus and kissing his head before sitting down next to him, Sirius asked, "well did you deserve it?"

"No!" James said offended. "I was just talking about the difference between eggs and then Regulus came over and they-" James pointed at Remus and Peter before continuing, "started making fun of me and told me I wouldn't understand!"

"Ahhhh," Sirius said a smirk forming in his face as he took a bite of toast, "so it was deserved."

"Oi!" James said.

"Eat your breakfast love you need all the nutrients to make your brain and muscle strong," Sirius said patting his arm.

James pouted, and turned back to his meal.

The others went around talking about a new article in the Daily Prophet about how muggle technologists are inventing a way to talk on the go thats faster than owls and the decline of the galleon.

James pipped in as always, "well why don't they just make more galleons?"

"Oh James," Remus patted his hand.

"Why don't you just date Regulus," Peter laughed.

"Peter that doesn't make any sense, Regulus doesn't like me at all, but if we had more money that would solve the problem right?" James asked.

But instead of answers he was only met with laughter.

[outeremissary]

🌟🌼💐 for Ismene!

Ismene our favorite amoral prophet Ismene <3

[prompt list]

🌟- Is this oc good at expressing themself through words or do they have to use other means?

Well. She’s “good” in that she tends to be effective at communicating what she wants. She is not good in that she chooses to do this in a way that pisses many people off and what she wants often includes “being passive aggressive” and “gaslighting people into thinking they don’t understand what they're hearing.” Why? Pettiness. Ultimately she’s not going to be wonderfully eloquent if pressed to do a large amount of public speaking because she’s rather impatient with it, and when it comes to emotional expression she’s awkward at best and actively resistant to any form of actual communication at worst.

I don’t remember if it’s been said before, but the book of prophecies that she writes before her death/public disappearance is written to often be obnoxiously cryptic and to require people to follow instructions blindly waiting for some incomprehensible symbol to make itself obvious. She leaves it with Jaheira, who hates it, and especially hates when those incomprehensible symbols do wind up manifesting. Poor Jaheira. If someone told me to watch for a “flash of clear-voiced cardinal crimson wading through shadows” to avert undefined world ending catastrophe I think I’d spend every day fighting the temptation to vandalize their grave.

🌼- What's your favorite thing about this oc?

Ooh, it’s hard to say- Ismene is one of those characters who’s out of my usual register in a lot of ways (especially with how reserved and emotionally disconnected she is), but god I have so much fondness for her. I think that a big thing is probably exploring the ways that her perspective is warped by her prophetic abilities- she’s in a place where she always seems to be drawn away from humanity very naturally, and that’s not coming from an obvious Bhaalspawn Blood(TM) place. I think it’s a lot of fun to think about the ways that evolves over time, both being changed by existing in the wider world herself and also by her powers and her importance in the world growing. She’s a very corruptible person in a way, but she can’t see how because she was raised in a way that bolstered her against the only form of corruption that seems like it matters: the direct influence of Bhaal. She has the potential to evolve into something very monstrous because of the way that she lets her unique talents feed this ego and this sense of superiority.

Dovetailing off of that, I really do just love playing around with a character who has a very nearly mundane background and the ways that it’s what grounds her in the world. She’s a horrible asshole with a nascent god complex, but she has all these deep, ordinary ties to normal people and places that tie her down as long as she’s in contact with them, and being passed off to Jaheira and Khalid guarantees she picks up more even if she’s not exactly the young woman Gorion might have hoped she would be. The ways that her sincere connections make her an ordinary woman forever instead of a godling are something I really enjoy. Plus: cooking up Sister Shenanigans with Imoen is a source of endless amusement.

And of course, there’s the way that she hangs over everyone forever even in her absence. Heart.

💐- Where is this oc's favorite place to relax?

While there were a large number of library nooks she inhabited in Candlekeep and she was very fond of her childhood room, her favorite place to relax growing up and the one that all places after was measured against was a large, shady tree tucked away not far from an inner corner of the keep’s walls. While nowhere is entirely private inside the keep and nowhere is ever truly far from people, it was just distant enough from the nearest buildings to be quiet, the rustle of leaves when a rare breeze slipped in eating the distant sounds of the keep’s other inhabitants. The library was quieter than this tree. It was certainly more comfortable. But there was a peace in being at the edge of the bustle of so much everyday activity. The shade was cool, the sun was bright, and it was easier for Imoen to stop between chores at the old tree than to go all the way up the library without being caught and sent back to whatever work she was neglecting (not that this stopped her when she wanted to, of course). Saturated in nostalgia as it is, it’s hard for anywhere after to match up to this tree at the edge of the tiny world of Ismene’s younger years.

[crossdressingdeath]

Narrator: *For a moment, the brine-pool of your brain clears. To die: to rest, to save the world from yourself. To accept: to become his prophet - in any disobedience, subject to his lash.* Kyvir: This is not my purpose. I will choose my own path. Bhaal Avatar: You refuse me? Bhaal Avatar: You are my spawn. Your veins course with my unholy blood. Bhaal Avatar: Your life is mine. Accept your inheritance, or I will reclaim it. Kyvir: I'd rather die. Bhaal Avatar: You were made to conquer. To devour. Bhaal Avatar: You reject my blood, and so I will reclaim it. Bhaal Avatar: I will make another who is worthy.

Obsessed with Durge knowing that Bhaal will kill them if they say no. They don't actually have to ask what he'll do if they refuse (I didn't pick that dialogue option); they know he's going to kill them. There's such good fic potential in Durge walking into the fight with Orin knowing that if they win their only options are submission or death and choosing not to tell the others, whether to keep them from trying to talk them out of it or to keep the weight of knowing their friend is walking to their death off their shoulders.

Also obsessed with the thought of getting to rest coming before the thought of protecting the world from them when Durge is considering the option of dying instead of becoming Bhaal's Chosen again. I won't lie, that fits very well with the concept of Bhaal reviving them whenever they die; if they've died and been resurrected against their will enough times, the thought of a death that they can be reasonably sure Bhaal won't bring them back from probably would come as a relief. ...There's a lot to say about how easy it is to play Durge as at least somewhat suicidal, but that's a topic for another post. The second half of that statement where the narrator mentions being subject to Bhaal's lash in any disobedience has me wondering once again what Durge's life pre-amnesia was actually like. From what I understand of Blood in Baldur's Gate (still haven't gotten around to playing it) Durge there appears to be an unrepentantly gleeful serial killer, but if we assume that Durge here is getting a sense from their past it could be read as them not being quite as willing as they appeared to be. I find myself thinking about whether or not Durge has felt Bhaal's lash before. I'm thinking... probably.

I wonder how much of Bhaal killing Durge is an act of pure petty spite at their refusal and how much is him not being able to rip another part of himself out to create another like them. There's definitely an element of petty spite to it (that whole "Your life is mine" thing... sure is a thing, lots to unpack there) and he doesn't exactly seem to be cut up about it with how fast he goes about killing them, but it would be interesting if Bhaal also can't make another like Durge without reclaiming the part of himself he used to make them. I guess even a god only has so much gore to spare.

[stackslip]

people went insane about the last two pages which, valid, i cackled out loud myself, but there's so many little details in this chapter that make my head spin, like:

nayuta getting her classmates to give her their desserts. that's so insanely petty i love this child i love that she's still very much the control devil and a little shit

the scale of the mass deaths and disappearances makes so much sense and it's gonna keep getting worse, and it's good to see how it affects everyone in society. so far we've mostly been seeing orphans who've lost their parents but kids themselves are just as likely to die, if not moreso!

asa's recurring dream.......... What Does This Mean

oh i'm losing my mind about this one. "report any persons inciting fear" could mean anything, from reporting wannabe doomsday prophets out of worry they'd increase the fear and thus the power of devils, to grifters, to an excuse to report and jail anybody who says anything about the government as "people inciting fear" lol

also yeah this is affecting the entire world. fun

I FUCKING KNEW HARUKA WAS GONNA BE A FIRE PUNCH SUN STAND-IN I KNEW IT. SUGAR WE ARE GOING DOWN SHIT IS GONNA BE SO AWFUL

watch the chainsaw man society get more and more powerful, watch as pochita's powers decrease, watch as eventually something happens to turn awe and adoration of chainsaw man into utter terror and thus increase his power

there's something really nasty about the talk show host inviting teenage haruka who's seen so many people die and is obviously so dedicated to chainsaw man in part because the world is so fucked up just to poke fun at him, like his classmates weren't murdered a couple of weeks ago.

i really, really like the use of mirrors here. genuinely

also fami's "you don't need to think"........ hmmmm the makima parallels are increasing

a world without evil.......... yeah they're gonna try to use pochita's powers to erase some things huh. we know yoshida talked about erasing death a while back huh

g-d i generally have absolutely no feelings on yoshida whatsoever except that he's fucking hilarious. hysterical even. gosh denji sure is good i plucked you out of class huh!!!!

he is certainly not beating the accusations either lmao

also denji losing his mind at public safety (bc no way this ain't public safety or a government org) putting their hands on nayuta......... emo

you know for all the jokes about yaoi it's definitely kinda chilling that denji would propose sexual favours in exchange for nayuta's safety. like idk if fujimoto is ever gonna explicitly state that denji is a csa survivor but it's hard for me to not think of this as another clue in that direction

only one week wait this time YIPPEE

[canonically47]

re re re review!

ahh fuck it i stayed up this late might as well review now!

disventure camp all stars episode 12: hungry like the wolf - review

SPOILERS!!! (but you knew that.)

boring challenge premise but whats new

derek absolutely mistreats trevor (and his remorse is sooo half-assed and ooc jjst between you and me btw) but whats new

this episode will suck but whats- oh shit wait a sec!!

KING ALEC KICKED TOM IN THE BALLS LFG FUCK YOU TOM 🔥🔥🔥

jake and aiden not being petty and not arguing for once just for jake to ruin it by talking about tom is. oof. talk about being the second worst character. this guy just never gets better

absolutely hilarious how alec went up to connor, sweet talked him, then saw the flag and attacked him. then proceeded to win. what a fucking king.

good to see riya go for some long-run strategy by possibly securing her safety with ally. but it's obvious ally has very little left to live on the show so who cares.

good on connor for proving he was worth coming back! i dig him. i think a finale with him, alec and maybe someone like grett or gabby would be so fun to watch, granted that alec wins ofc but still

oo a tie!!! uuugh but i bet it'll be tom that wins anyways because ONC loves the love triangle and the fujoshis that worship tomjake and- wait what the fu

OHHHHH MY GOOOOOOOOD TOM WENT OUT I AM SOOOO FUCKING HAPPY RIGHT NOW GUYS. GUYS. GUYS!!!!!!!!!!!!

*vox voice* YEEEEEEESSSS!!! FUUUUCK 🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼 YOU TOM AHAHAHAHAAAAA ‼️‼️‼️ THIS IS BETTER THAN ANGRY REVIEWS 🗣🗣🗣🔥🔥🔥

guys do you understand that ONC conciously took the decision of a tie-breaker that MADE TOM LOSE. do you understand how much unfortunate faith i have in them rn. THANK GOD THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS OVER

I REPEAT THE LOVE TRIANGLE IS OVERRRRRR AHAHAHAHHAAH 🗣🗣🗣‼️‼️‼️🔥🔥🔥🖕🏼🖕🏼🖕🏼 FUUUUUUUUCK THIS OVERRATED MID ASS BORING ASS MISCOMMUNICATING PATHETIC STUPID SHIP I'M THROWING A DAMN PARTY TOMORROW MORNING

sorry got a bit intense there i am normal i swea- did derek and krystal just.

AND FUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK YOUR TOXIC TREVEK YAOI ‼️‼️‼️ I NEVER LIKED THEM I NEVER ROOTED FOR THEM I NEVER WANTED THEM AND LOOKIE LOOKIE ‼️‼️‼️ LOOK WHO'S WINNING WITH THIS EPISODE ‼️‼️‼️ EAT SHIT (idk who im adressing the shit eating to im just happy)

trevor why are you crying over a man that doesn't even value you as a person. get up king go kiss emily to retaliate (qpr tremily save me qpr tremily)

not only am i a prophet but i am also super petty!! and the fact that both the love triangle amd trevek got incredibly fucked over this episode it's a ten outta ten for me. complete with riya and alec winning reward, yul getting five seconds of screentime total, connor being useful and jake and aiden almost dying by a wolf... yeah 10/10 for sure.

it's a 10/10 even without my petty jokes. aiden's VA made me crack up this episode, the love triangle got a fitting end, alec deserved immunity, we all knew krystek was coming sooner or later, honestly it's a well-written episode overall what can i say!!

only thing im sad about is my aroace krystal hc is completely out the window but its a small price to pay for trevek death. disventure camp sucks too much to have the honor of aspec characters anyways

two good episodes back to back we are so back dc fans. so back!!!!!!!!

[goodqueenaly]

Do you think that Aegon IV had dragon dreams? Given everything that is all too trite, mundane and terrible about Aegon IV, I’ve pondered whether there was another layer that would add some complexity, beyond the loss of his mother and a confrontational relationship with his father. Specifically, I wonder if he was also dreaming about the return of dragons and if that in any way influenced his decision to legitimize the great bastards? Aegon IV being characterized by his selfishness and sense of resentment reason enough for his actions. That said, if he was dreaming that the return if dragons would come from his line. I don’t think he saw the great bastards in his dreams, more than he decided to indulge his own confirmation bias to the fullest degree.

Number one, I am personally someone who likes to limit the amount of speculated Targaryen prophetic dreamers as much as possible. The problem for me is that the more characters you or I or anyone else adds to the list of potential prophetic dreamers, the less special it becomes for any one character to have had prophetic dreams; if everyone or virtually everyone can do it, then it's no longer notable or extraordinary for any specific person to do it. I am not saying it is completely impossible for the author to decide that Aegon IV also had prophetic dreams, but I am saying that at this time the author has provided no evidence of this conclusion and that I would personally find it both an unnecessary addition to the story and an undermining of the remarkable quality which having prophetic dreams is.  

Number two, I disagree that Aegon IV as a character lacks interest or understanding without adding some sort of supernatural element to his development. The world of Westeros has seen any number of petty, selfish, and cruel figures, motivated not by some magical abilities but by simple human characteristics. Too, if Aegon IV was not truly the Henry VIII of Westeros (ugh), there are nevertheless plenty of examples in our own world of kings who prioritized their own greed and personal desires above the welfare of their realms. Indeed, to explain away Aegon’s life choices with some sort of external superpower I think removes the sense of very human evil which Aegon’s decisions reflected. Aegon IV did not act with such appalling callousness to so many figures in his life because prophetic dreams told him to do so; Aegon was a terrible person who had the power and ability to make terrible decisions. 

Number three, and related to that point, Aegon's mass legitimization of his bastards does not, I think, require some sort of supernatural explanation, and indeed I think makes more sense without one. At the end of his life - and remember that this declaration happened on his deathbed - Aegon would have realized that he had failed in his petty campaign to humiliate and undermine Daeron. Everything he had done to needle Daeron, to ruin the lives of Daeron and his mother, to antagonize Daeron’s Dornish supporters, to remove Daeron as his heir, to promote Daemon (even to the extent, potentially, of naming Daemon King of the Stepstones) - all of these efforts had amounted to nothing. Daeron was, as far as Westeros was concerned, the king's only legitimate son and heir, the obvious successor once the king breathed his last. 

So Aegon IV, I believe, decided to make his last act on earth a final "fuck you" to Daeron. If he had to admit that Daeron was his legitimate son, he removed the unique benefit that legitimacy bestowed on Daeron; now all of his children, no matter how grand or humble their maternal ancestries, were made equal in their dynastic standing within House Targaryen. His decision not only provided a final snub to the ghost of Naerys (treating the children he had so openly fathered outside their marriage as equal to her own son by him), but also burdened Daeron with a legacy he could never have reversed or undone: Westerosi legitimization is permanent and irreversible, granting any of Aegon’s extramarital children a legal claim they might have potentially pursued in the future (and did, in the case of Daemon and his descendants). From hell’s heart Aegon stabbed at Daeron, so to speak - the last, posthumous insult he could offer to the son whose existence and succession he could no longer oppose. 

By contrast, ascribing Aegon’s blanket legitimization to some prophetic destiny feels rooted in neither his known actions throughout his life nor his spiteful, malicious personality. Why would a man who so clearly cared about no one but himself, who had no problem sidelining or ignoring his bastard children (especially after he had grown tired of their mothers) have given two hoots about trying to fulfill a prophecy allegedly concerning his descendants, such that he would have issued an unprecedented general legitimization to all his offspring? Indeed, how can it have been the case that Aegon both cared so much about this prophecy that he would have taken such a dramatic step and yet done seemingly nothing else to effect it in the decades he had been fathering extramarital children? I think it far more likely that Aegon did not have either an interest or special insight into any prophesied future for House Targaryen, and I trust (my fears for Fire and Blood Volume 2 notwithstanding) that the author has the ability to make Aegon IV an interesting, if no less evil, figure without prophetic foresight. 

[jackals-ships]

NOW for the dog <3< dual relationship which again similar beats but ur honor. i am doing unethical science on them;

by this point Jackal is still Jackal or sometimes Prophet (kind of an in joke with them being ghb's left hand arm rabbit etc) and they've settled pretty firmly into the church. this is post Bachus "aren't you tired of being Nice?" and lovingly dragging all the latent sadism and etc to the surface

they do primarily interrogation ("interrogation") work and infiltration jobs, smthin smthin there's a no one expects the Spanish Inquisition joke here somewhere

anyways i like the idea that jackal runs into Saturn a few times by accident, by this point they're more confident but not "willingly interact with the Fucking Orphaner" confident so it's more of a "catches a glimpse and scampers off" or "local rat perched on a nearby roof is People Watching and oh hey ik that guy"

EVENTUALLY they end up having to Actually Work With Him. this is usually where i get a little hand wavey bc it's more an excuse for me to lock these two in a room together and put them in hamster mazes

jackal. immediately hates his guts. in just the Funniest To Me Way Possible they're immediately ".......BITCH?"

this is funny to me bc before hand Jackal was a little starry eyed "wow.... he's so Neat. and scary. mostly scary" not quite Idolization but somewhere in that vein yanno?

which. to be fair. he was Immediately irritated at having to work with the church in Any capacity but lbr Bachus is the only one dumb of ass enough to try and say "no" AND he's annoyed at having to work with specifically the highbloods weird pet

^ absolutely one of the ones who's first assumption was "there is NO way in hell that wasn't some kinda nepotism"

so he's just kinda off the bat An Ass + assumes they're gonna die and then HE'S gonna have to deal with THAT and it's gonna be a whole THING

it's when he talks down to them tho that jackals internally "ah. I have to kill a fish now." <- does NOT take disrespect well but at least knows enough to not immediately jump to biting him

anyways jackal immediately sets about being The Most God Damn Annoying Person Ever. you wish to speak down to the jackals?? have fun trying to figure out where your pants went. also all your pens. Fuck You They're Mine Now

this continues for the entirety of their time on his ship, just a whole Lot of petty irritation back and forth and snarking

this is also where dog earns their nickname, he refuses to remember their name bc of the assumption they're just gonna die anyways. so he calls them dog and they're just "🤔 damn your memory must be going huh" and general taunting him from Very High Places (it does say smthin that he can still get them but chooses not to)

it gets real funny POST job bc HIC decided that they work so well together (they arguably do actually, even if they won't admit that) that dog should stay on his ship for awhile bc smthin smthin learn to work with the church (miss Scylla just likes causing problems (affectionate))

they BOTH hate this SO MUCH dual was looking forward to the rat leaving, DOG was looking forward to being Anywhere Else

they immediately set back about being As Annoying As Possible. this is also when the two of them start actually fighting. no one wants to tussle with dog and they get antsy if they don't throw down so they just goad him as MUCH as possible

an like. there's no way they can best him without getting the drop on him + a lotta luck but they can give him a pretty good run for his money esp if they start Jus Full On Chomping. local fish taken off guard bc wwvhat the FUCK humans bite?? okay????

their romance 'romance' is ALSO very slow burn bc. they both absolutely refuse to admit to it. Saturn refuses to admit he got Got and dog is in camp "humans can't feel pitch emotions I hate him in. a perfectly normal way" "........palest diamond mine you have sent me some REALLY wild shit about that fish" "shut up-"

where the church ship dog was chilling on was only Contemplating locking them and Bachus in a room together Saturns crew does in fact; do so. it's a bold move that guarantees like 70-80% of the crew is gonna Get It but good GOD these two were all but fucking when they fought just KILL EACH OTHER or MAKE OUT

they do both. well dog kinda tries to stab him and that somehow turns into kissing and now they're the equivalent of a bitchy old married couple but with significantly more biting