#Reinhardt Twins

[casualstarowl]

Sooo a little sketch dump here—found a sketch of Jackie and Jacob being all cutesy and shit. Ephraim and Evie being fluffy and angsty. And lastly my other AC OC Agnes. She was gonna be in the AC3 fanfic I wanted to write but not sure if it’s still happening. I did created a AC Civil War AU where she does become the main protagonist born in South Carolina and raised in Mass.

[woodenfawn]

Rewatching Re:Zero again, for various reasons, and I really want to take a closer look at it because it's been stuck in my head for such a long time. (It's actually the first scene I ever watched!)

Going back to the Rem Infodump, well- this is part of the reason I think Rem's definitely not stopping her character development. From the beginning, we get the message from this story that self sacrifice without any reward is not something someone should be satisfied with.

And this is extremely interesting because of what we learn later on- that despite all the physical pain, Ram was relieved that her horn broke. She didn't regret it, and only Rem was hurt by it emotionally.

I wonder if she ever properly talked to Rem about it? I wonder if she knew how to do that. I wonder if Rem ever knew how it felt to hold the pressure the clan was putting on her sister...

Ram's only guilt here comes from how it hurt Rem.

And then Ram asks Subaru who he'd prefer to be friends with, and I realized something pretty interesting.

These describe each of the twins, but they also describe Subaru himself. Both, together. Those two things add up to a large part of his internal conflict, and are made difficult by the fact that they contrast each other so much.

Because Subaru cannot just save everyone easily, because he's just a normal kid who was thrown into situations far beyond his abilities, he has to learn to love himself while dealing with both of these issues simultaneously. Letting go of one of these flaws (as he sees it) means completely and shamelessly embracing the other. If he refuses help, the only way he can be strong is to sacrifice himself. If he prioritizes himself, then he'll only ever be able to take from those he cares about.

I love how the story doesn't give him the option to become stronger, either. Like- he has Guiltywhip, he has Beatrice, he has Witch Authorities, but he's not the Isekai Protagonist he'd hoped he could be. He can't be Reinhardt (though... I don't know if he would want to be. That comes with its own rabbit hole, doesn't it?).

Rem and Ram each are like two mirrors of different parts of him, and they each have dynamics with each other that play on these connections.

Rem and Ram each embody different parts of the message of Re:Zero and I think that is so cool. All of them do, but the way this is presented just. I love it.

I don't mean to always talk about Subaru, I swear... I'm just in love with his character... Subaru's got such good dynamics with the whole cast,,,

I wish this conversation was in the final timeline, or that Subaru recreated it somehow... got the message across... man

Dear Diary, today I thought about Re:Zero again

also can we talk about how there's little trinkets and items that represent the main cast's personalities? Like, the spoon and the quill represent Rem and Ram in this story, the flower pin that Emilia gets from the little girl is like... the proof of her kindness, and the 10 yen coin represents subaru's brand of kindness- from the very beginning of the story. as well as the key from the elior forest being another one of emilia's, which has a similar diamond shaped gem to the quill and spoon. The only one of the main cast I can't pin down is beatrice... her book? her crown? I'm not sure. I hope we see Subaru's Beatrice diary in the next season!!

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

curiosity (the second)

Salts were fiends.

They had to be.

Dark and forgotten gods, there was simply no fucking way that of the foreigners that had been with Wuk Lamat were expert lovers--and that she'd wound up with the second one! And yet here she was--in her bed at the Earthen Sky hideout, just only regaining her senses-- after an all night marathon with the dragoon. Nostalgia considered herself to be in a good shape, but after...what had it been? Orgasm number four or five? It had been a number above two, certainly. At some point she'd simply just begged for mercy, and could only just lie limp and satisfied on the bedsheets.

And now she was awake, staring up at the rocky ceiling and ignoring the red-headed man sprawled out next to her. Or trying to, because fast asleep and naked, Reinhardt looked like an Alexandrian artist's rendition of a young god. And it was enough to make Nostalgia's mouth water and perhaps entertain the notion of just...bouncing on him. Again. For the road. Because it was uncertain when he'd return to Heritage Found or Solution 9.

"Mmmm." The pink-haired woman froze as Reinhardt started to stir. Quickly she rolled onto her side, closing her eyes as the dragoon shifted his weight, then sat up. Rubbing his eyes, Reinhardt glanced at his bedmate.

"Give me a few minutes to gather my things and I'll be out of your hair." He said. Nostalgia jerked in surprise, bolting up.

"Wait, how did you know I wasn't--" She spluttered.

"Your body wasn't relaxed, and you were holding your breath." Reinhardt countered, swinging his legs to the side and setting his feet on the floor. "And when you doze off you tend to snore faintly." Reaching for his underwear, he stood up to pull the fabric on as Nostalgia gawked at his back.

"What do you have, like super senses or something?!"

"Actually, yes." Reinhardt turned his head to see Nostalgia's jaw drop slightly. "Side effect of being my particular type of dragoon. My curse grants me very good hearing and eyesight." He paused, rubbing his jaw. "Jury's still out on seeing-at-night though. I might get that as I get older, might not."

"Is your curse also the reason why..." Nostalgia just barely stopped her tongue in time, she was not asking him about his sexual prowess, absolutely not! That was how she'd gotten into this position in the first place--a quip from her, a counter from Reinhardt, and then her fool ass deciding to kiss the man.

"Are all of your people cursed?" There. Safer subject. And considering her twin was hogging the books that had been loaned to Oblivion about Eorzea, Nostalgia would take any information she could get.

"No, not all. Augustine's one of the rare few that doesn't have it." Reinhardt recovered his tunic from the nearby chair. Nostalgia sat up in the bed, tucking the sheets around her. Reinhardt turned to face her, shirt on.

"Let me get my pants on and bring you some breakfast." He offered. "Do you want me to fill up the tub too?" Nostalgia felt her cheeks start to burn, remembering the events of the night before. She'd needed help just to get to the shower!

"I'm fine!" The pink-haired woman cringed. Forgotten gods she'd sounded like an absolute shrew. Reinhardt glanced over his shoulder, then bent to pick up his pants.

"Or...I can just tell them to bring you a tray." Perhaps it was best he grabbed his greaves and got gone.

[randomnameless]

why don't you want jurgdral remakes? are you afraid they will be localised like fodlan games or modified like shadows of valentia?

Mmh...

Lolcalisation aside, I'd say the biggest thing I'm dreading with those remakes is IS' (if FEH is any indication) willingness to retcon those older games to, I suppose, make them more "trendy" or approchable for a "modern audience".

Sure, FEH might goof here and there, but take the "Miccy founded the DB" take - it's present at least in more than one unit so imo, it's no goof at all, what is it supposed to mean? That a Miccy who is only a person who joins an existing group because she embraces their ideals and thus puts them above her own "need" to hide her existence, as a Branded, is not as... bankable as a Miccy who forms her own ragtag group of randoms to fight against Daein, giving hints at her later role as the leader of the Daein army?

I've ranted enough about IS retconning Lyon and Magvel in general (tfw Eph was caught by Grado lel) but it follows the same pattern, OG!Lyon (and FE8 in general) falls because of his very human and earthly desires - he might have ideals and all, but at the end of the day, he falls because of his love and adoration/obsession for the twins and that is something he cannot fight against - FEH!Lyon sassing Fomortiis is just, no. Fomortiis always has the last laugh in FE8 (at least with Lyon and even, I'd say with the playable cast because, again, his soul isn't erased, he is stuck again in a shiny rock, just like what happened in the lore, and led to Lyon's possession. Who can be sure that in 800 years after Ephraim's adventures, L'Arachel's descendant won't be seduced by Fomortiis' power and free him from his shiny rock, like Lyon did?).

FE15 is its own thing lol - but there is a possibility for Jugdral to be pissed on like Magvel and Tellius were in FEH, and I guess, for any Jugdral fan that's terrible.

Sure, FEH seems to treat Jugdral verse with, uh, careful consideration but hey - if the Ayra wanking is any indication, even Jugdral isn't immune to retcons to make a popular character even more #badass, plot be damned.

Add some eggtivation here'n'there, and I wouldn't be surprised if we had some NPCs or even characters in support dialogues explaining how major holy blooded people aren't always better in the domain corresponding to their holy blood than non HB people because non HB people can bypass their lack of dragon blood with hard work - completely pissing on this core Jugdralian mechanic that was translated in FE4's gameplay by weapon rank.

Is it gatekeeping? idk.

For me, it's just that I fell in Jugdral Hell some years ago (nearly a decade!) and despite its defaults, I still like this verse very much so I'd like a remake that is as faithful as possible to that thing I came to know all those years ago, maybe to exchange with new (and non new lol) fans about that verse!

But if we get, idk, a very #badass Deedee who doesn't, idk, mind killing a kid or two to show how #girlboss she is, well, for me, that wouldn't be Jugdral at all, but some sort of adaptation using those characters but writing them OOC.

Of course I can't say I have a better reading and take on those characters as IS themselves, but after seeing A!Mareeta's FB where she is supposed to be at her best/peak performance, and IS still wrote her to be "below" Ayra in terms of ability when Mareeta's Major Holy Blood means her skills with the blade are naturally superior to her "great aunt" 's skills I still think there's something that's missing.

It's as if we had Reinhardt throw better spells/be stronger at Thunder Magic than Peak!Ishtar, or worse, Azelle on a pony teaching FE5!Saias how to throw fire spells.

It's just, not possible in the Jugdral verse, because Jugdral verse is pretty inequitable and major HB people are cheat codes compared to minor HB people or non HB people. Now with that being said, the story is about what those people with magic blood that are cheat codes do and if they use their powers for good or stupid things. It's not about Midayle finally showing Aidean that his skills with a bow are superior to her sister's so now, he is finally strong enough to protect her from Verdane ruffians.

But after Fodlan's false "yeah but crests aren't the alpha and omega and yet i'm never going to tell you what they do because otherwise my excuse for worldbuildling falls apart", I wouldn't be surprised if Jamke, in a support, would teach Bridget how to use a bow.

:/

So yeah, it's better not to have any remakes.

[babieroachy]

✩☆requests closed, trying to catch up!☆✩

hello, i'm jules! i write sfw agere content! send in a request and i shall deliver!

there's a criminally low amount of age regression content for a lot of the media i enjoy, so i'm taking it upon myself to change that by writing content for some obscure characters with little to no demand!

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𝐦𝐞𝐝����𝐚 𝐢 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫:

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dead by daylight

fallout (4 & 76)

twd

death stranding

fortnite

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reinhardt (ow)

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the wraith (dbd)

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the shape (dbd)

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the oni (dbd)

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the twins (dbd)

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danilo (fo76: pitt)

daryl dixon (twd)

rick grimes (twd)

carl grimes (twd)

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

fluff

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gender neutral reader

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐖𝐎𝐍’𝐓 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞:

nsfw

excessive angst

fem reader

any request that violates standard dnis

[beevean]

I've been thinking of using Sonia Belmont in the role of Richter's mother in my version of The Rondo of Blood.

This incarnation is known as Sonja Erlanger Belmont, and has been known to be a powerful magician following in her father Juste's footsteps. She was raised alongside the twin brothers Samuel and Reuben of the Laforeze clan, who would later be Annette and Maria's fathers respectively. Her valiant efforts during the American Revolution earned her the nickname "The Lioness".

Though she shares a similar fate like Julia Belmont from Nocturne, she lasts far longer in her duel against Eztli (substitute for N!Olrox), as she is much more adept in her magical abilities. While her death was not the direct cause of Richter's trauma (that honor goes to his dad, Reinhardt, who was killed to the same vampire back at 1782 in Julia's place), she made one last effort to comfort and relieve Richter of his guilt over the incident before she made her final stand.

Poor Richter, he's going to watch both of his parents die separately :(

(huh, I just realized. What happened to N!Richter's dad? I don't remember them ever mentioning him)

It makes sense. I do wish poor Sonia wasn't doomed to die, but hopefully in the story she'll have more development before her death.

[marvelmaniac715]

This is really exciting, me and @fanficwriter284 are collaborating to write a fic together! It’s set in their Kingdom AU, where Chucky and Tiffany are king and queen of a kingdom. Think of this fic as a blend between Seed of Chucky and Tangled, it should be a lot of fun. It’s another multi chapter fic, and we’ll take turns writing chapters. This is the prologue. We hope you enjoy it :).

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The night was dark and cold. The howling wind perfectly matched the howling of Queen Tiffany, who was currently going through a difficult labour. Her husband wasn’t home for the birth, he’d been called away at the last minute to yet another battle. Not called away exactly, he tended to wage war when he was stressed, and he had been extremely stressed during the pregnancy. Conceiving had been difficult, to have not one child but two was utterly miraculous.

Chucky had promised to be home before sunrise, but as it 11 o’clock at night and Tiffany had not received word that he was close, that prospect was seeming less and less likely. So it seemed as if the Queen was doomed to suffer through her labour alone, not feeling comforted by the terrified doctors and maids surrounding her. 

As her screams reached a crescendo, the door flew open, and a frantic looking King Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt burst into the room, sporting a dozen new open scars. Momentarily forgetting any sense of regal decorum, he ran up to his wife and grasped her hand in his, squeezing tightly with a deep sense of worry.

“Have the babies not come yet?”

Tiffany screamed yet again, before gathering the strength to speak. 

“No, it’s been hours! I’m starting to believe these children will never come-‘

Chucky squeezed tighter, growing more worried, despite that seeming impossible. Seemingly noticing how intense he seemed, he tried to smile, but it seemed more like a terrified grimace.

“Don’t say that, my own mother had a difficult labour with my twin and I, but we were born eventually. Besides, this is the hardest part, afterwards we’ll be parents. Isn’t that just incredible?”

This thought comforted Tiffany, and as she thought about how wonderful motherhood was going to be, she began to feel something shift. Could it be? Was it time? As if in confirmation, a doctor nodded and beamed.

“I think I can see a head, ma’am! Push!”

Immediately, Tiffany pushed with all of her might, digging her nails into her husband’s hand as she did so. Chucky, to his credit, didn’t make a single sound that would indicate that he was in pain. He’d had practice from the battlefield, he wouldn’t cry out even if he were stabbed through the heart.

After what seemed like an eternity of pushing (which was, in actuality, only eleven minutes) a healthy baby boy with hair the colour of his father’s came kicking and screaming into the world. A son and heir, the kingdom would be so happy. It didn’t matter what the second child’s gender was, Tiffany had done her queenly duty and provided a male heir. As the boy was washed and wrapped in blankets, Tiffany valiantly began to push out the second child.

This birth seemed easier, potentially due to the fact that Tiffany’s stress has alleviated, and about five minutes later the second child was born. This child was a girl, with a head of flame-red hair identical to her father and brother’s. Now the kingdom had a new prince and princess, and Tiffany was so pleased.

Mere moments later, both twins were placed on their mother’s chest, freshly washed and swaddled. Their father bent down to get a good look at them out of his good eye. Tiffany had worried that her husband would struggle to bond with the children, he always seemed so closed off and he had publicly stated that he detested children in the past. But the second that Chucky reached down to touch their children’s faces so tenderly, she knew that this wouldn’t be an issue.

“You’ve done so well, my love. What shall we name them, then?”

Giving this a moment of thought, Tiffany glanced down at her babies, struggling to make up her mind. There had been a list of approved names, but looking down at the twins, it was clear that none of them would fit. She looked up at her husband for assistance.

“Can’t think of one, huh? That’s okay, none of the names we like fit, do they? I did have a backup option, but I wanted to wait until the twins were here to see if the name would work. It was a name for our son, our daughter could maybe have a name that started with the same letter?”

That sounded like a great idea, it certainly took a lot of stress out naming. Relieved, Tiffany nodded and smiled.

“What was the name you were thinking of?”

Chucky suddenly grew quiet, slightly sad even. He reached out to hold their son, and stared into the boy’s eyes. He nodded decisively and looked back at his wife.

“Carolus. After my twin brother.”

Tiffany looked down at her son and tested out the name.

“Carolus… I like it. It’s a beautiful name, thank you for suggesting it. Perhaps our daughter’s name could be Cara?”

As if in agreement, the newborn princess grunted and opened her eyes and mouth as wide as she could. Seeing this, both parents laughed.

“I think she likes that name! Okay, it’s settled then. Welcome to the world, Carolus and Cara.”

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A celebration was held throughout the kingdom, lanterns were lit, people danced in the streets. Everybody was thrilled to have a new prince and princess, especially since the King had promised to hold off any battles for the time being, vowing to dedicate himself to his family and not put his life in danger for their sakes.

It was the next evening before Tiffany and Chucky were able to get any sleep. They loathed leaving their children in the nursery down the hall, but that was the custom. They were so tired that they immediately fell asleep the second their heads hit the pillow.

If they had been in a lighter sleep, or maybe even awake, they would’ve heard the latch on the nursery window coming undone. They would’ve heard the quiet freak as the window opened, and the howling of the wind that had been let indoors. They would’ve heard the sound of footsteps in the nursery, followed by the cries of terrified infants. But it was too late.

The next morning, Tiffany went into the nursery to see her children, only to find the cradles empty. With a devastated howl that made her husband run into the room, she came to the heartbreaking realisation that her children were missing.

[wildissylupus]

A little Overwatch Twins headcannon:

Both Cassidy and Angela like to dance and they do know how to, but they also just like doing random ridiculous dance moves and copying eachother.

I also think when they were younger they played Just Dance late at night until one of the Old Guard had to come tell them to go to sleep, except Reinhardt, he always ended up joining them.

[pastelbatfandoms]

Marvel dr memories and a shift!

3/22/24 Had some dr memories from Erik while I was meditating with him. First ones we're kinda all over the place bits and pieces of us fighting other villains then him and I protecting each other with our powers (Magneto was helping me turn my shadow and light into a protective barrier while he made it stronger by overlapping his magnetic shield around it,while he held my hands) Then us sharing drinks together outside while looking over the courtyard of the X mansion. Us meeting for the first time, him actually kissing my hand. Then us making out in his room. Then it turned into a full memory of me coming back after leaving Shield the second time, once they figured out I had powers, Erik wasn't happy seeing as how he thought I had died not knowing I could heal myself, I tried to explain things to him, how I thought it would just complicate things if I hadn't left. He did use his powers on me by pulling me towards him via my necklace, I thought he was going to choke me and he did wrap the chain lightly around my neck but then staring at me, he let me go. And left the mansion, that was when he went to prison for "killing the president" I stayed at the mansion for awhile but as things got worse, especially Xavier and our disagreements I took a page out of Raven and Erik's book and left.

4/2/24 I've been taking a break from my Marvel dr recently but I think I had a dream or minishift idk which I'm sick and not trying to focus on what it was right now. But anyway I was in this bed that was a bit bigger then a full sized had a couple pillows and a plaid blanket on it and the room was medium sized with wood floors, desks and dressers around the room with a bunch of clutter and boxes everywhere. It was messy. I got up and went over to this nightstand that was agaisnt a wall furtherest away from the bed, it had a medium sized mirror on top leaning agaisn't the wall. As well as a bunch of nail polish and makeup all over. I remember looking into the dirty mirror and being taken a back because it didn't look like me in my cr, I looked like Chloe Bennet or Daisy. So I must have been Lili since Daisy is my twin in that dr. I had hazel eyes, shoulder length lighter brown hair and bangs parted to the sides that I kept messing with. That's all I remember before I woke up. I think I might have been in Bucky's room when he wasn't there. It did feel real and I did feel disoriented after I woke up, like I slept too long. My friend Hannah confirmed that it is very likely that was an ungrounded full shift!

5/1/24 I've been taking a break with shifting but I did get a short memory with Bucky as The Winter Soldier, we were in Hydra because I was 15-16 years old and he was holding me in a very protective way. Trying to keep me away from the guards, then Zemo walked up and Strucker walked up behind Bucky. Bucky pointed a gun at Zemo who raised is hands and told Zemo to stay away from me. Then Strucker told them to grab Bucky and Zemo took me. They took control of Bucky and Zemo took control of me which I was not happy with.

5/7/24 Had really intense visions while meditating. They were of Zemo and I. He has been trying to protect me not just from Hydra but himself as well (the reason he said he didn't love me was cause he felt like I deserved better.) We were in the back of a black car with Reinhardt and I didn't want to comply anymore, so I ran off. Zemo stopped Reinhardt before he could get to me. Werner punched him then reminded Zemo what he could do if Zemo betrayed Hydra (though he does later) I kept seeing a theme of Zemo trying to defy their orders and getting beaten down, threatened with the super soldier serum or threatening to torture me instead. Then what I gather is the fall of HYDRA. Everything in rubble, Zemo is fighting at our side. I can't travel since there's no shadows close so Zemo grabs me up sheilding me then throws me to Bucky. Who runs with me in his arms. Then we hide behind a ruined wall as I hear gun shots and Zemo fighting off Hydra agents. I see Magneto hovering in the distance using his metal powers. He gives me a small smile and nods when he sees I'm okay. There's only so much Bucky can do with his metal arm and my shadows are useless here. Just then an artifical sheild appears out of no where with the literal SHIELD logo on it. I look up and see Coulson grinning down at me. "Dad!" "Hey sweetie. Need help? I see Quake lived up to her name here…" I nod a thanks then I jump out from behind the wall along with my widow sisters Nat and Lena as I see arrows fly from Hawkeye (both of them) Us Widow sisters fight back to back as they take out there batons. I take out my glass sword, Zemo sidles up to me still with his mask on and hands me his own sword a mischevious yet loving glint in his eyes as I take it and fight. That's all I got cause like I said it was really intense but at least I know how it ended for now. I also thought I saw Zemo or a form of him in my peripheral vision yesterday which was trippy. Zemo has been trying to get through to me through music (specifically the song 'I'll do better') for a couple days now.

[felikatze]

pssst. webcomic recommendations. pretty pleasd

from your url i'm gonna go out on a limb and say you like orv. excellent.

my number one recommendations for you are:

Surviving Romance (on Webtoon): Chaerin is trapped in a romance novel. At first, she loved it, but whenever she attempted to divert the plot... it did not end well for her. If you've seen people talk about it, you know what twist it pulls in episode 1, but if you don't, please go into it blind. Just read episode 1, and decide if it's for you.

We have a majorly female cast (there's like, 3 dudes max, and they're all side characters). Big focus on female relationships and the idealization of romance. Chaerin moves away from desparately clinging to a romance with a man that doesn't satisfy her as she befriends her classmates who she previously only thought of as "extras" to the central romance of her life. Great mystery elements, extremely suspenseful at parts, I would die for Hisui, she is the best, she is the cutest.

Also lots of meta shenanigans and timeloops. And the episode 1 genre twist. insane comic all around. beautiful art too. it's the opposite of orv's text based focus in that surviving romance could only ever work in a primarily visual medium

Next up, The Ember Knight! Also on webtoon!

After his brother is murdered right before his eyes, Nagyunn swears to avenge him. However, being twins.... who can be sure which one died that day? He takes on his brother's identity as a knight apprentice to gather the forces necessary and bides his time until the opportunity to strike.

Nagyunn is Fucking Amazing if you like kdj because he is. the exact same and not at all. Nagyunn is Very Intense all the time but what they have in common is that. Nagyunn's only skill is lying. He is lying about his name. He is lying about his skills. He is lying about his motivations. What if you had to solve every single problem with a deception check. The insane bluffing he gets up to is both suspenseful and lowkey hilarious.

Biggest complaint would be the amount of characters with similar names. Nagyunn and Nuljin, and in the most recent arc, Lauzun, Laurun, and Laukun. Are You Kidding Me

i've read the entire thing twice and every single update puts me in absolute agony.

Other comics I won't gush about for as long and that are probably more off the ball from orv:

Estio (on Reaperscans):

Starts out VERY cinderella-esque with a boy who can talk to animals and gets bullied about it. So he decides to leave town! Fuck yall! With his gift he finds work as a Fantasy Adventurer, except there's more to reading hearts than it appears, and there's many people who'd do anything to have that ability on their side....

I haven't been the same since the chapter where Estio kills people. go boy go. his sidekicks include a talking cat, a talking monkey, and a talking cactus. the cactus thirsts for blood.

The demon prince goes to the academy (also on reaperscans):

i fucking love this one. dumbass author is put into his own novel as karmic punishment. but being reborn as the demon prince in the world of "the demon king is already dead" puts a damper on a promise of slice of life shenanigans

the first chapter of the comic sucks it's just exposition but after that i love this one dearly. after the initial running for your life arc it does turn to school life stuff but protag boy reinhardt is so insane that i'd love just watching him do homework. i love that boy very much. he will kick people in the nuts. the school aspect is kind of novel in the sense that he's the obligatory bully character.

it's fantastic. love him.

uhhh what else have i got. quick pitch time!

Vindicaris (has its own website, also on tapas): Elemental beings Ces and Sel vow revenge on the company that created them. Extremely edgy (which is fantastic), the most dysfunctional protag duo ever, fun perspective shifts between Ces and Sel as well as people still at the company. Nobody's really in the right and everyone uniquely sucks.

Ending Makers (reaperscans): Two top MMO players get isekai'd into their game. Only problem: their characters are engaged. Now these two bozos need to team up and prevent the demon apocalypse. Fake dating slow burn type of stuff yknow.

Dummy's Dummy (webtoon): a little girl who can see ghosts needs to stop the haunted toys her grandfather left behind by teaming up with an even more haunted doll. described by the author as "kid friendly horror." i havent read the reboot on webtoon, just the original, but it should still be good.

This Isekai Maid is Forming A Union! (webtoon): what it says on the tin. Brigette is sick of constantly reincarnating as a maid in isekai stories, so she's unionizing the Anders household. Neither shitty love interests with a penchant for murder nor leading ladies with superiority complexes are going to stop her. (this comic has a bone to pick with shojo isekai, and i am cheering as it goes for the throat).

i also have WAYY more but i think this is enough for now. my main haunts tend to be webtoon, tapas, reaperscans, and hiveworks. i especially recommend hiveworks if you're looking for original stuff. reaperscans mainly has action shonen shit but it satisfies my cravings for schlock. though there's also some gems buried there. webtoons and tapas should both be well known enough on their own, though i tend to prefer webtoon over tapas these days.

[theartifxce]

Through the Eyes of a Stranger

FROM THE JUICY ANON RP PROMPT HERE: (sorry this took so long) 

The Copycat Killer

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There was a man in the mirror - but the reflection wasn’t his; down to the hair that fell over the scar on his right temple. The pale layered blonde strands, the perfect bridge of his nose, the v-shaped structure of his face along with his sharp jawline – none of it was truly his.  

Like clockwork, he got up every morning and greeted this stranger trapped in the glass with a grimace, burning his eyes upon the reflection that was his – but wasn’t really his.

His expression was always detached and mechanical as he stared into the eyes of a stranger. A rising hostility crawled along his skin at the sight of this invader.

His name was Elias Reinhardt.

He hated him.

But he could never destroy him.

Because he was him.

But he also wasn’t really him either.

While ignoring this broad shoulders and prominent muscular form – he saw the man in the marble he was meant to become. It had been etched upon his soul for as long as he could remember, drilled into him through every burn, bruise and drop of blood.

Carving up and mutilating his body wasn’t enough.

There were minor imperfections he corrected through mediocre means; like speech therapy and language studies and philosophy.

He had to play the part, perfect his craft for when the curtains fell.

Not only for his creator – but for the world.

‘He is me and I am him.” Elias reassured, drilling and reminding the ghosts of doubt that haunted at the back of his head.

Through the cracks in the mirror, he carefully put in his bright blue eye contacts, blinking out the tears before he gleefully witnessed the parts of himself he hated were concealed with little effort. Swiftly, he lifted his eyeliner to the outer corners of his upper lash-line and gently swiped its black ink with feather strokes in order to keep the look as natural as possible.

 He took his ring finger and lightly dabbed at the darker earthly eye shadow tones and applied the shading just at the inner corner of his eyelid and outer corner of his lash line to give his eyes the appearance of depth. Finally, he dabbed some concealer to hide the beauty mark from beneath his right eye and set it with powder.

Once again he looked in the mirror and was washed with a wave of relief – it was funny how a little bit of make-up could really bring out one’s true features. He curled his lashes and applied very light mascara to bring out his boyish charm. It was only then, did he have the courage to gaze down at the photo tucked in-between the wooden frame of the mirror.

Johan Liebert.

This was the only photo he had of his graven image; the beautiful devilish angel he was meant to become from the moment he was born. Elias held it up alongside the reflection of himself, comparing every aspect of Johan’s features to his own and was soothed by the realization that he could actually pass as his twin brother. 

 But there was still a gaping hole inside of him.

He could look like the man himself – but what of his thoughts that plagued him during the night?

What song of lamentations cantillated within his heart?

It wasn’t enough to merely look the part – he had to become down to the fibers of his being.

His father’s words haunted him in the back of his mind, the constant teaching and lashings that had been scarred upon his mind and skin were now whispers that simply wouldn’t leave. He dropped the photo in a rush to place his hands over his ears, desperate to drown out his father’s unhallowed voice.

“IT’S ALL WRONG. HE SMILED – HE SMILED AND YOU’RE CRYING?!”

A child forced to kill in order to give birth to a Monster he never wanted to greet. The image gnawed at the back of his mind – the beating he had received for crying over the deaths of his friends; the heart he was forced to throw away.

 “AH!!!!!!!!” He screamed in agony as he brought his fists against the mirror, shattering the image of that stranger along with it. He panted heavily, blood and shards of glass coating his pale skin. He looked up and saw only the broken appearance through the remnants of the mirror – and it was insane how at this small angle, he truly thought he looked like him.

But it wasn’t enough.

Of course, it wasn’t enough.

Because the cruel divine angel that spawned from the Red Rose actually had someone he held dear. The media soon learned that the Monster known as “J” had a twin sister. It took some coaxing through means of torture and blackmail; but Elias learned all about her; the one Johan Liebert was lost without. 

The blind old veteran was quite the chatterbox. According to the old man, ‘the one who the little boy loved more than all – was his sister.’  It didn’t take much to bash his head in with his own kettle to cover up his trail. But the information he gave is what spawned his new obsession – Anna Liebert, or better known as, Nina Fortner.

Without his other half – he would never be complete.

That’s why he never felt comfortable in his own skin.

But there was one thing that simply did not sit right with him upon making this new discovery.

Johan Liebert was a formidable darkness in the underworld; the mere mentioning of his name would shake the most despicable criminals down to the bone. The demon with the boyish charm haunted in shadows in corners of the room he never stepped foot in.

How could such a Monster be capable of something as unreasonable as love?

She was described by others as the apple of Johan’s eye - but for what reason?

What hold did she have over him?

Elias’ father was never made aware of the existence of Johan’s younger twin sister. Johan, even at a young age, was always ten steps ahead of the world. He concealed the identity of his sister because of what she meant to him.

 But what was she to him exactly? 

Did he value her solely because she was the proof of his existence? 

Was she just the extension of his identity?

The Nameless Monster of the West?

Was that the extent of his so-called ‘love?’

Could there be any other reason?

Elias could never truly understand Johan and become him down to the fibers of his being without understanding the core of all of his evil schemes that upon closer inspection, seemed to center around his sister. But Elias needed more information to draw his conclusions; details that would never be made public due to the government’s gag order on the infamous case of “J”. 

The only one who knew Johan better than anyone - was Nina Fortner.

And so he danced along the cobblestone streets, admiring her from afar at first; the way her sun kissed hair danced along the gentle winds; her lustrous pink lips, the tenderness warmth of her voice whenever she spoke, down to the sky blues that was of her eyes – she was like an angel.

Her mere existence and presence felt magnetic, the radiance surrounding her pulling him in with the desire to get closer. He felt almost desperate to get noticed by her – to feel her soft eyes resting on him and only him. But there was another part of him that left trails of goosebumps upon his skin at the thought of what her screams sounded like. Imagining that gentle face twisting into that of bloodlust solely for him filled him with the same level of excitement.

Was it the Johan inside that stirred these emotions?

Or was it…him?

He acted as phantom, purposely meeting her eyes from a distance only to disappear before she’d approach him. Each time he did this, he placed himself closer and closer to her.  The temptation was like a drug – what started out as a hard coded plan was now more like a game he enjoyed playing. He found the patterns to her habits; her coffee was 3 sugars and equal parts milk, a morning jog and how she worked herself to sleep over her desk late at night.

He had broken into her home many times before; never leaving a trace of his presence as he observed the little things that left the imprint of herself upon her home. She had plenty of photos with her friends, her late mother and father – but none of Johan. He laid in her bed and took in her scent, resting his head on her pillow only to open his eyes and imagine drowning in her deep blues as she laid next to him.

He caught himself half into the idea and sat up, coughing up the choke that welled in his throat from the emotions that creeped in. He tugged at the soft fabric of his black turtle neck as if it was responsible for his inability to breathe normally.

Finding out the existence of Johan’s one and only weakness did not bring him the solace he thought he would have. Instead, he felt even more lost and confused. Being her shadow was not enough. He wanted to understand in its rawest form, why a man of the underworld was chained down by such a dainty and impractical woman like her.

If he found out its truth, would it set him free?

He dressed in Johan’s attire, down to the length of his dark brown coat and waited for her arrival. The door opened and shut and he felt a tinge of excitement crawl up his skin as he stood, composed with his back to her as he peered out the window with his arms wrapped behind his back.

“Hello Nina.” He spoke her name with a refined soft tongue.

“It’s been a long time.” The words fell from his pale red lips like a caress before he turned, the shadows hugging his form in order to perfectly conceal his act. He witnessed from her expression how she was shocked to see not Elias but the ghost of Johan Liebert.

@xxxangeleyesxxx​

[nightki11er]

Hm… I haven't posted something for a very long time and decided to write a fic for you. I apologize.

So, this fanfiction will be dedicated to Glen, Glenda and Chuck. The twins, who are also a young prince and princess, wanted to find out how their father became king.

Let's get started!

It was a normal Saturday night. It was about 7:45 pm and the young prince and princess got bored. The twins decided to go to their father to entertain them somehow. So, after leaving their royal chambers, they went to a very luxurious living room. The house in which the Ray family currently lives was more like a very rich house than a castle. It was very beautifully decorated both from the outside. so it is inside. There was a swimming pool, a children's playground… So, something took me the wrong way. So, the twins left their room, walked through a long and beautiful corridor decorated with various paintings, and went down the stairs. we passed by the kitchen. where their mother, Queen Tiffany Valentine Delilah Ray, was cooking something, and they went into the living room where their father, Charles Lee Ray, was sitting. Glen was the first to speak:

"Dad, entertain us somehow."

Hearing his son's voice, Chucky put away the book he was reading and put his kids on his lap.

"How can I entertain you?"

The king asked with a certain grin. The children fell silent. No one knew what to say, and so Glenda asked,

"How did you become king?"

The question caught Chucky off guard. He perfectly remembered how he got to the previous king and queen, how he learned to be a worthy ruler and in the end… How he had to fight with his foster father to get the crown.

"Well, I'll tell you how I got my crown."

- the king began.

It was a very difficult day for the royal family, as the young Prince Charles Lee Loman Reinhardt Ray was being prepared for tomorrow's battle. These were the rules: if the future king did not justify his crown in battle and fell, he would be exiled. So. Chucky knew. that if he loses, he will be lost. But he was strong. He went to training every day, including weekends. Everyone came to this battle: the subjects, the royal family, and other rulers. So, the arena. Everyone is making noise, everything is buzzing. The king enters the stage. He was wearing protective clothing. His shoulder-length red hair fluttered in the wind, and His posture was straight. His gaze fell on his opponent. His opponent was his son. Chucky was also wearing protective clothing. His long dark red hair was braided in a ponytail. A minute of silence. Suddenly the Queen's voice is heard:

"Dear guests! I'm glad to see you! Today we will find out if the young prince is ready to accept his crown. May the strongest win!"

- After these words, a roar sounded, and the battle began. The King attacked first. Charles defended himself. It took literally 2 minutes, and Chucky noticed his girlfriend Tiffany among the trebunal. He was distracted by her, and at that moment the king struck. The sword slid across Charles' left eye and blood gushed out of the wound. The prince clutched at his eye. but he continued to defend himself. The king took hold of the handle of the sword with both hands, swung and… Didn't hit? Yes, that's right. Charles's sword was across the king's sword.

"Now it's my turn."

Chucky said in a low voice and pushed his father away from him. The fight started again. Unexpectedly for the prince, the king knocked Charles's weapon out of his hands. Charles was stunned… Then he looked at his father. Suddenly, a menacing roar sounded. The roar was like a lion's… Rather, it was a growl. Charles has multiplied his sharp fangs. His nails became sharper, and his right hand turned completely black. A tail appeared from behind. It was all about voodoo magic.

"Hi! I'm Chucky! Wanna play?"

- Chucky said something childish and attacked his opponent. Thunderclouds appeared in the sky. And now, already tired opponents are walking around each other. The king's sword had been knocked out of his hands long ago. And then a blow. The blow was made by the king with his hand. He slapped his son in the face, which caused his nose to bleed. Charles wiped away the blood and thanked his father in return. The blow was made with the back of his hand. The king has fallen. There were voices in the stands. And abruptly everyone shouted and clapped for the new king. Charles is already scared. Suddenly someone jumped on him and grabbed him by the neck. He recognized the jump. Tiffany. he turned to her and was just about to say something when she kissed him on the lips. The kiss was gentle. Chucky put his arm around her waist. The kiss stopped. Both turned to the former king and Chucky helped his father to stand up.

"This is your new king now!"

Albert said with joy in his voice. Everyone welcomed the new king.

"Long live the King!"

"That's how I became king."

Charles said with pride in his voice.

"And that's how you got your scar."

Glenda said, pointing to her father's left eye.

"Yes."

[motionpicturelover]

Films I've watched in 2024.

(This list will be continously updated. For a masterpost of the previous two years, see this post.)

Click on the titles below to see the post.

1 -

January:

🎬 Barbie (2023) - Greta Gerwig

🎬 "Adjø solidaritet" (1985) - Wam & Vennerød

🎬 "Fröken April" (1958) - Göran Gentele

🎬 "Ansiktet" (1958) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Kvinnors väntan" (1952) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Det sjunde inseglet" (1957) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Höstsonaten" (1978) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Riten" (1969) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Helmer og Sigurdson: Mareritt ved midtsommer" (1980) - Knut Andersen

🎬 "Ronja Rövardotter" (1984) - Tage Danielsson

🎬 "Efter repetitionen" (1984) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Vargtimmen" (1968) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Ocean's 8" (2018) - Gary Ross.

🎬 "Searching for Ingmar Bergman" (2018) - Margarethe von Trotta

🎬 "Skönheten och Odjuret" (1991) - Gary Trousdale and Kirk Wise"

🎬 "Seks personer søker en forfatter" (1992) - Pål Løkkeberg

🎬 "Helmer og Sigurdson: Septembermordet" (1980) - Nandor Hamza

🎬 "The Magic Flute" (1995) - Valeriy Ugarov

🎬 "Galgemannen" (1983) - Magne Bleness

🎬 "Making of Autumn Sonata" (1978) - Ingmar Bergman and Arne Carlsson

🎬 "Le fabuleux destin d'Amelie Poulain" (2001) - Jean-Pierre Jeunet

🎬 "Lån meg din kone" (1958) - Edith Carlmar

February:

🎬 "Drive" (2010) - Nicolas Winding Refn

🎬 "Blue Valentine" (2010) - Derek Cianfrance

🎬 "Helmer og Sigurdson: Spøkelsesbussen" (1980) - Pål Bang-Hansen

🎬 "The Breakfast Club" (1985) - John Hughes

🎬 "Carnal Knowledge" (1971) - Mike Nichols

March:

🎬 "The Making of the Producers Album" (2001)

🎬 "Harold and Maude" (1970) - Hal Ashby

🎬 "The Princess Bride" (1988) - Rob Reiner

🎬 "Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me" (1992) - David Lynch (The Extended Blue Rose fancut)

🎬 "Mødrekupé" (1969) - Magne Bleness

🎬 "Four Weddings and a Funeral" (1994) - Mike Newell

🎬 "Mrs. Harris Goes to Paris" (2022) - Anthony Fabian

🎬 "Bedknobs and Broomsticks" (1971) - Robert Stephenson

🎬 "Leve sitt liv" (1982) - Wam&Vennerød

🎬 "Line" (1961) - Nils Reinhardt Christensen

🎬 "Venner" (1960) - Tancred Ibsen

🎬 "Stimulantia" (1967)

April:

🎬 "ShakespeaRe-Told: The Taming of the Shrew" (2005) - David Richards

🎬 "Flash Gordon" (1980) - Mike Hodges

May:

🎬 "Soldat Bom" (1948) - Lars-Eric Kjellgren

🎬 "Tänk, om jag gifter mig med prästen" (1941) - Ivar Johansson

🎬 "Cruel Intentions" (1999) - Roger Kumble

🎬 "9 to 5" (1980) - Colin Higgins

🎬 "Larmar och gör sig till" (1997) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Presumed Innocent" (1990) - Alan J. Pakula

🎬 "Bergman Island" (2004) - Marie Nyreröd

🎬 "I Bergmans regi" (2003) - Torbjörn Ehrnvall

🎬 "Saraband" (2003) - Ingmar Bergman

🎬 "Tystnad! Tagning! Trollflöjten!" (1975) - Katinka Faragó & Måns Reuterswärd

🎬 "Castaway" (1986) - Nicolas Roeg

🎬 "Lisztomania" (1975) - Ken Russell

🎬 "Alice in Wonderland" (1999) - Nick Willing

🎬 "America's Sweethearts" (2001) - Joe Roth

June:

🎬 "Valentino" (1977) - Ken Russell

🎬 "Georgy Girl" (1966) - Silvio Narizzano

🎬 "Thoroughly Modern Millie" (1967) - George Roy Hill

🎬 "Prêt‐à‐porter" (1994) - Robert Altman

July:

🎬 "La Piscine" (1969) - Jacques Deray

🎬 "Anna Lans" (1943) - Rune Carlsten

🎬 "The Turning Point" (1977) - Herbert Ross

🎬 "Ne réveillez pas un flic qui dort" (1988) - José Pinheiro

🎬 "Le Battant" (1980) - Alain Delon

🎬 "Wit" (2001) - Mike Nichols

🎬 "Plein Soleil" (1960) - René Clément

🎬 "The Girl on a Motorcycle" (1968) - Jack Cardiff

August:

🎬 "Die Hard With a Vengeance" (1995) - John McTiernan

🎬 "L'inconnue de Hong-Kong" (1963) - Jacques Poitrenaud

🎬 "Vingar kring fyren" (1938) - Ragnar Hyltén-Cavallius

🎬 "Women in Love" (1969) - Ken Russell

🎬 "John Gabriel Borkman" (1978) - Per Bronken

🎬 "Jeffrey Bernard is Unwell" (1999) - Tom Kinnimont and Peter O'Toole

🎬 "Mrs. Dalloway" (1997) - Marleen Gorris

🎬 "Fant" (1937) - Tancred Ibsen

September:

🎬 "Gjest Baardsen" (1939) - Tancred Ibsen

🎬 "Kong Lear" (1985) - Per Bronken

October:

🎬 "Voldtekt" (1971) - Anja Breien

🎬 "Bryllupsfesten" (1989) - Wam&Vennerød

🎬 "Columbus ankomst" (1986) - Per Bronken

🎬 "Toralv Maurstad: En lek med livet på scenen" (1993)

🎬 "Hvem har bestemt..!?" (1978) - Petter Vennerød

🎬 "Fleabag" (2019, NT Live) - Tony Grech-Smith & Vicky Jones

[scrollsfromarebornrealm]

on our fates alight-- the Scholar's secret

Alisaie stared at Reinhardt.

"That's...not possible." She got out. "That's...no. You're joking, right? Please tell me this is a joke!"

"Our father...that's...no!" Alphinaud shook his head. "He's...he can't be a Dominant! I know-well, I know he can be, but he's not!"

"The Eikon incarnation of Thaliak is dead." Urianger's voice was raspy. "That accursed laboratory-and its creators-they killed both the Eikon and his bloodline!"

"I'm not lying." Reinhardt ground out. "We saw it. Fourchenault Primed."

"He's right." All heads swiveled to face Augustine. The paladin's hair had turned the bluish/white of his semi-Priming, and his eyes were glacial blue. Halone had come to the forefront, tilting her First Dominant's head as if she was listening to something.

"I sense him in the aether. It's faint...but it is him!" She breathed.

"What?!" Alisae shrieked. "How?! Wouldn't any of you have been able to pick up on the fact that he was a Dominant when you ran into him?!" She tried to shove Alphinaud away but the older twin hung onto his sister to ground her and himself-as he stared at their friends.

"We never picked up on it, Alisaie, You know this! Neither did any of the others!" Mathye protested.

"...But he could stand his own against us." Sebastian's words brought all activity in the room to a standstill.

"What?" Reinhardt said.

"Every single time we got in a fight with Fourchenault, he could stand his own against us. Even when we semi-Primed." Sebastian repeated. "Something about that has legitimately been irksome. I thought at first he was Light-blessed like us, but then you two..." He nodded to Alphinaud and Alisaie. "Are the same way. You're still in training, but the fact that you've got the stamina to keep up with several semi-Primes, whereas the other Scions..."

"We can't." Urianger finished. "And I remember-Master Louisaux was possessed of unparalleled magical strength and staying power. He said t'was a family trait..."

"But we're not related to the old Thaliak line." Alphinaud croaked. "Are are you saying that the Scholar's been in our family tree since...since..." He trailed off as Mathye suddenly loomed over him and Alisaie. Halone had taken control of her second Dominant, her gaze laser-focused on the pair.

"May I see something?" She asked, holding out a hand. "I cannot with Augustine, but with Mathye..."

"What are you looking for?" Alisaie demanded.

"You know that Eikons bless their Dominants with additional powers." Halone said. "If Thaliak is in your line, there would be a trace of his power in your blood. I think...with Mathye's knowledge and my power, we could possibly find it." She watched as the twins gazed at each other for several moments, something unspoken passing between them. Then Alphinaud gazed up at her.

"Do it, my lady." He said. Halone nodded, lifting Mathye's hands to rest on their heads. She closed her eyes.

Mathye? She called. Immediately, her Dominant was present, his healing knowledge flooding his brain.

I think...this is where to look. He said. Beneath his hands, the bodies of the twins were bright in their shared aetherical sight, here were the nerves, blood vessels and muscles, but it was the blood itself they sought...

"You think it was like myself and Zurvan?" Reinhardt's voice was low.

"If we look at what Halone's done with Augustine and Mathye, then it's safe to say that the Eikonic shards of the Twelve can do whatever they damn well please." Sebastian responded. A gasp diverted his attention, Halone-as-Mathye had opened her eyes, staring at the twins in shock.

"What? What is it?" Urianger demanded.

"The lineage is there." Halone whispered. Mathye was reeling in shock, they and the twins were sharing the same horrified look amongst them. "Thaliak's power is in their blood. And it is not recent."

[randomnameless]

Lyon trying to trick Priam into becoming one of Fomortiis' servants, only to give up once he realizes Priam has too much experience and knows that any offer of easy power always comes with a terrible cost, deciding to go look for someone more guillible>>>Lyon being a perfect guy with no flaws and whose main trait is simping for the Renais twins; never thought i'd have to praise the Awakening Spotpass nostalgia-bait chapters of all things, but Heroes certainly has a way of setting bars unbelievably low.

TBH,

For some characters, the FE13 spotpass/DLC stuff has better characterisation than FEH!

Or...

FEH wants to sell alts, when FE13 wanted to sell "nostalgia" (that's totes why i bought all those packs back then lol), so FE13 could be close to the source material than FEH who wants you to feel bad for Lyon and his tragedy, thus buy alts where he's happy or lives his dream of being a "friend" to the twins.

IDK if FE13 Lyon was Lyon or already Fomortiis or whatever, but it's indeed more interesting to have him be the one who wants power at all costs - even if he had nice intentions (save the world, become the twins's friend) - and destroys everything he once hold dear (the twins, Grado, the world).

As my favourite FEH character says :

Lyon: “Thank you, Eirika. You were always…so kind. The Demon King will claim my flesh as a vessel for his resurrection. Before that can happen…I want you to kill me. I’m sorry, Eirika. I’m already-“ Evil Lyon: “Oh, please…Are you done turning your failings into some sad epic of personal tragedy… It’s time we started then. I have a ritual to complete…and some nuisances to kill.”

As long as they can make money, Heroes will continue to uwufy characters, regardless of canon (see Reinhardt).

But I stand with Fomortiis here, Canon!Lyon's failings led to his resurrection, it's not an epic tragedy, it's, at its core, the story of someone who wanted to rely on "cheap" power to gain everything he desired, and who was arrogant enough to believe he could count on and master said "cheap" power.

(cheap as in an easy way to get power)

[gorey]

lighthousecore is like. buckwheat with mushrooms. scar tissue. dada&surrealism. fiona apple&andrew bird&rory ferreira&phil elverum. traffic cones. stacked jewelry. donnie darko. lapsang souchong with honey. remain in light (1980) by talking heads. twin peaks. black timbs. nicotine addiction. twirling our cane between our fingers. modelo limon chelada. mutilating language how we see fit. pulsars&magnetars. labyrinth motifs. spiders&cicadas. defective streetlights. rainbow pocketknives. petty theft. toy cars. dissociative drugs. underground tunnels. you spin me round by dead or alive&tainted love by soft cell. arugula salads. november. lithium carbonate. color-changing LEDs. sunday morning by wallace stevens. deer&foxes&owls. playing the keyboard. being a schizoautist. cloudless nights. quantum mechanics. eyeball with wings. stick n poke tattoos. our collection of davids (lynch, tennant, byrne, sylvian etc). soviet jewish sensibilities. anarchism. orange candles. our big coat and the camo jacket raven gave us. smudgy dark eyeshadow. divine madness. grilled octopus. lying to our psychiatrist. tasteful sadomasochism. leonard cohen&anthony bourdain. dancing badly but often. echolalia. fluorite&gray jade. animal bones from antique shops. rhode island wilderness. craving chipotle even though we used to work there. symbolism&metanarratives. stuffed animals. glass figurines&little vases. trying anything at least once. lavender bath bombs. london fogs&dirty chais. wandering off. inability to play video games. picking random shit up off the street. smoking big weed. thelonious monk&theodore roethke&vincent van gogh&daniel johnston&all our other bipolar icons. being semi nocturnal. being most at ease with people who don't give a fuck. procrastinating on doing our T shot. stéphane grappelli&django reinhardt. ylang ylang&vanilla scents. black sharpies. doing it weird scared and alone. loving bmore in the face of all its bullshit. attention intention & motion. power outages during thunderstorms. four o'clock sun in autumn. vivid inscrutable dreams. fear&desire at the same time. harsh noise. jade plants. igor stravinsky&claude debussy. word salad. refusing to feel powerless. and of course the number 27