#as the prophecy foretold of course.

[emdotcom]

Gender is happening to me.

[caracolcondiarrea]

Obsessing over the Legend of Zelda before going to Japan was my canonic event

[sugar-grigri]

Correction: Fake! CSM is the God Devil

WAIT WAIT WAIT and if, going back over this analysis, Fake!CSM or even the famous demon that Yuko and the others had contracted with wasn't an identity or memory demon

This entity would be the demon representing the fear of God? I CAN EXPLAIN! That would explain why this demon has the appearance of Chainsaw Man

As Angel explained, Chainsaw Man is the being who draws the line between death and birth for demons, the sound of chainsaws being what they hear when they are born or die.

As a result, Chainsaw Man had a natural superiority over the other demons, to the point of being feared as a divine power.

Whether it's Beam, who considered himself a follower of Chainsaw Man, or Makima, who was fascinated by him, it's an abnormal relationship between demons and CSM, tinged with veneration and fear.

Chainsaw Man is a divine figure who has also become enshrined among mortals, who see him as a means of fighting against their injustices.

You see where I'm going with this, the demon resulting from the fear of God has ended up taking on the appearance of the saviour and punisher projected by both demons and humans.

This would explain why this demon didn't lie when he called himself a demon of justice, just as it explains Barem's reaction, whom he sees as his saviour, just as it explains Fake!CSM's appearance, and finally, it explains the biblical references made by the impostor.

Which confirms my theory that Fake!CSM is NOT an enemy of Denji - quite the opposite, in fact. He wants the real Chainsaw Man to act, to be feared by demons and worshipped by humans, to once again reinforce the divine aspect of his image.

Denji is the source of Fake!CSM's power, which is why Fami has built a church around his figure to further reinforce this aspect, and why the impostor prefers to speak in Denji's name to make a more religious statement than the real CSM, who couldn't care less about such considerations.

If we were to get to know Denji as he really is, the very nature of a simple teenager would destroy his reputation for being invincible.

That's why Barem and Fami want Denji to join their cause anyway, because Chainsaw Man has to do exactly what they think will strengthen his reputation as a divine being.

If Nostradamus's apocalypse is fulfilled, people will not only fear divine wrath, they'll start praying to Chainsaw Man too!

Fake!CSM is Fami's champion for countering the apocalypse, and she's only interested in making it as powerful as possible.

This also explains why the public hunters want to paralyse Chainsaw Man and prevent him from showing his face, to avoid confirming this growing reputation and veneration. I repeat, when Yoshida said those words it wasn't to help Denji but to express the will of the hunters in any case. The fact that one of them said that it would be simpler if he were a weapon doesn't detract from this. It's simpler for CSM to be a unanimous being who's easy to hide and control than an unpredictable teenager.

The public hunters don't know exactly what's going on, as evidenced by their natural suspicion of Fami, whom they thought was behind this apocalypse, or by their response to the church's intentions in the last chapter. However, they do have their doubts about Fami, the knight of the apocalypse, whom they must know to be the founder of the church, and since the church relies on Chainsaw Man as the guardian of public order, it was safer for him to stop acting and not to go along with the church.

Chainsaw Man is the symbol of the demons' death, which erases their names and dictates their existence, so here's a theory on what will trigger the apocalypse...

It won't be caused by one demon in particular, but by a general revolt of demons such as has already taken place in the underworld to put an end to Chainsaw Man, to this supreme demon.

When the natural death of demons no longer exists, of course, this will mean the victory of demons over humans, as foretold by prophecy.

If this war breaks out, this explains why Fami Yoru believes that the demon of war is the one who will be able to counter this attack of demons.

Let's go back to this prophecy :

The simplest

Mars as god of war is none other than Yoru

But you know what's interesting is that according to all the thinkers analysing Nostradamus, what Nostradamus was actually predicting was not an apocalypse but an eclipse of the sun.

So this allows us to identify the other protagonists: the great King of Terror is none other than the moon that hides the sun, which will soon reappear.

The Great King of Angoulmois is none other than Denji

Overshadowed by Fake!CSM

Now you know why it only works before the sun comes out.

[tonydaddingham]

What is EVERY?

once upon a time, prime did a really rather awesome compilation video of lots of shows and productions that celebrated queer characters and styles, in honour of pride month 2023, and it was good. so good in fact, that it was shared on social media, and very well received. until a beady-eyed watcher caught a little snippet. investigations were made, questions were asked, and what transpired was that this snippet - merely two or three frames - was a prophecy. a prophecy that foretold of a certain event that would soon come to pass in a month and a half, and had the power to break apart entire nations fandom. the prophecy was soon shared across the land, and to protect the citizens from knowing the terrible (amazing!💕 but terrible) truth, a pact was made amongst those who knew. to squash the prophecy, to pretend that it had never happened, and to never speak of it again until it was finally time for the prophecy to come to pass. there were leaks, of course, but for the most part, it was successful. mere whispers in the halls, rumours and hearsay, until it would only be referred to by one name. a name that made gods tremble and the skies open and all the people weep when it was heard. a name pulled from the very prophecy of which it spoke. and that name, was:

[argisthebulwark]

TES Summer Fest Day Seven: Companion/Fallen

summary: Tired of being held to unattainable expectations, the Dragonborn turns their back on everyone to be with Miraak. gn reader/Miraak, no gendered pronouns or y/n used. warnings: none! a/n: bit of a continuation from day one :) @tes-summer-fest TES Summerfest Masterlist

"Humanity's greatest warrior has abandoned us!" A sharp voice tinged with fear rings through the marketplace, much to the dismay of its shoppers and merchants. "Mankind will fall to the threat of dragons once more if we do not turn our eyes to the true power of Tamriel - the gods!"

"Mankind should turn their eyes to us, not those useless old men on their mountain." Miraak snorts in your ear, earning a sharp elbow in the ribs. He huffs out a laugh at the rushed way you tug the cowl tighter around your face.

"Don't draw attention." You hiss, shoving likely too many coins into the woman's outstretched hand. Too many alarms are sounding in your mind - there isn't time to worry about counting change. Your singular focus remains on escaping the large city without encountering any trouble.

"The Last Dragonborn has turned against humanity - fallen from grace!" The man's shrieks grate against your last nerve.

Miraak's cavalier attitude does little to help. Adventurous fingers clamber under your cloak and hook into your trousers, dragging you closer until his lips find your ear.

"What worries you, my dragon?" He murmurs, the silky voice doing little to calm your nerves. "I will level this city if anyone upsets you - we could do it together. You shouldn't concern yourself with mankind's useless opinions."

"We've discussed this." You grumble and grasp his wrist, intent on dragging him out of the city's claustrophobic walls. Miraak hurries after you, apparently content to let you boss him around.

"I know, I know - humanity is worth saving, you've said that." He recounts with an especially dramatic sigh. "I'm not allowed to destroy cities or you'll leave me."

"Correct." Even as you voice it, you doubt your conviction; you've already turned your back on the Greybeards, the Blades, and every Jarl across the continent to be with him - is there anything he could do to sever your connection?

"What exactly is your plan, my love? I have no doubt in you, of course - but you must know that I will not be welcomed into Sovngarde."

"If those spirits want Alduin to fall they will make an exception." You grumble, praying that your words will convince the countless heroes waiting in the afterlife - brute force isn't a viable option against the legions that surely await you there.

They must. There is no other option. Regardless of the waves of useless propaganda spreading across Skyrim you refuse to let Alduin lay waste to your home. While the Jarls bicker among themselves and the Greybeards waste time fretting over your lack of mindless obedience you intend to solve the problem, even if they disagree with your methods.

"You will be there with me." You assure Miraak, breath coming a bit easier with each step you take away from the crowded city. His hand slips into yours, calloused fingers a comfort when they squeeze yours.

"That is not what the prophecies have foretold, Mal Dov." He reminds you, voice shakier than expected. When you whip toward him you find those harsh eyes staring straight back at you. "Perhaps I do not deserve the redemption you offer me."

Afternoon slips into an uneasy night, your brain clouded with worry about what the next morning will hold. Your stomach churns as shaky fingers comb over the perfectly arranged weapons and stash of potions - will it be enough? Would an entire calvary be enough to take down the World Eater?

"It is not redemption." You finally utter the words that have rattled around your mind all day. Miraak pauses at your side without speaking but you feel the unmistakable weight of his eyes on you. "I do not intend to bring you to Sovngarde and back to redeem your soul."

"Oh, is it a punishment you seek?" He chuckles but you catch the uneasiness in his voice.

"It is selfish." You whirl to him, suddenly so desperate for him to see how utterly awful you are. Tears claw at your throat when Miraak pauses his actions.

"My love, what do you mean?"

"I cannot do this without you." You swallow back the fucking lump in your throat but tears still sting. "I - I'm not who they wanted me to be, none of them. I'm evil, fallen from grace as that fucking preacher said."

"You are not evil." Leather gloves are cool when Miraak cups your cheeks. "I am evil, yet you chose to let me live - you've let me into your heart, given me a reason to keep breathing." His honeyed words soothe the erratic beating of your heart, face warming when his nose brushes yours. "If you have fallen from grace, I cannot imagine the things they would say of me."

[bunji-enthusiast]

Lancelot and his fem crush having an IzuOcha type of relationship? He knows she likes him but she doesn’t want to pursue a relationship with him because she doesn’t want to interfere with him being a knight of apocalypse and she also wants to focus on being a knight as well?

"When You Know, You Know"

It was a repetition of trials, faced with the morality of love and friendship. It is also where all the matters of truth had stood, the war, famine and death. Even if it hadn’t dared to stand so prevalent currently, it would one day break out, and spread like a disease. Everyone was hard at work, be it Holy Knight or civilian. It was always mind over matter of things, it was important to take care of the dangers, otherwise — who would? In the grand scheme of things, it was you, and everyone else. There was so many things you want to say, even dare to perhaps; but you could never do so, not then and not even now. 

Since the prophecy had been foretold, the knights of legend had been revealed. All in advance, and truthfully, you were both; scared, and proud. Your dearest friend Lancelot, whom you’ve come into contact with a year after he came back from his sudden disappearance. He was stronger than before, but strangely somber in the sense of things. You weren’t entirely sure what happened with him, as he had yet to spill any of the details to you. 

If someone told him that he would one day meet someone who would never act on a certain set of feelings, Lancelot would’ve certainly laughed. But he was easily proven wrong, over the years, with gaining the ability to read hearts and developing it. Lancelot didn’t expect you to harbor feelings for him, but you had never once brought it up or made the attempt too. You just treated him like a friend, with kindness. As you would for everyone else, of course you would. Yet, there was something in him — hoping, just… hoping, that you would one day actually say something about it. 

But you never did, even in the face of normalcy and the occasion of chaos. 

You never did. 

The blonde didn’t find himself wondering about it too much though, he was worried about his personal matters. Lancelot was sure you did too, seeing how dedicated you were to your work as a knight and the genuine warmth you exuded when helping others had almost, lit a fire in him.

You were out and about, in the streets of Liones. Hearing and watching as the feet of many passersby had thumped against the pavement, but you were alert – on watch as well. Even if you were relieved of duty for the day, you still couldn’t help but be careful, and wait to see if there was someone, anyone that needed your assistance. 

But you sighed, copiously being so alert probably wasn’t going to do you any good, so you went over to a food stand. Greeting the owner, you made your order, then waited as it was gathered. 

You turned your head, watching the people go–

BOOM!

You could barely even register what happened, your body slamming against the ground in one long fall as it skidded on the pavement. Everything was ringing, the people ran each and every way, trying to get away from whatever–whomever it was. 

Barely able to gather yourself, you did your best to recover from the immediate damage the blast caused you. You jumped up to your feet, and readied yourself to battle the possible perpetrator.

----

Lancelot was worried, worried as hell. He had caught wind of your battle, very vague and sickening descriptions he had also heard, your wounds weren’t terribly worse for wear – but bad enough to keep you unconscious for quite some time now. His footsteps had thumped harshly against the ground, any passing bodies watching as he rushed by like a flurry of wind. 

If only, if only, if only.

He remembered the wooden door, a rest room, also had been specified to originate as a med-bay. His eyes flitted to that very door, and walked up to it. Carefully opening the door, and there alone, was you sleeping in the bed. 

For a frightening moment, he thought you looked as if you were dead.

But no, it's just that you were just exhausted due to your injuries. Seemingly enough, irregardless of the color, your skin had paled because of it. Some beads of sweat here and there.

You got caught in crossfire, and, he couldn't help.

He let out a sigh, almost unraveling for a moment, but tightened up again as he sat at your bedside. Jabbing his hands in his pockets, his gaze wavered, seeing how peacefully you slept made him almost want to walk out right then and there – as if he was being invasive upon your sleep. 

However, that didn't stop the sense of gratitude and pride he held about you. That had made him happy, that he has come to know someone so wonderful in the face of untruth.

But he didn’t want to leave you alone, that was the last thing he wanted to do, all things considered. Lancelot hoped you didn’t mind seeing him when you woke up, because he wanted to at least talk to you. 

He couldn’t let this go unspoken any longer.

[lucyav13]

Mr. L

He is a major antagonist and eventually becomes the game's final boss, Super Dimentio by fusing with Dimentio and the Chaos Heart. Before turning evil, Luigi tries to stop Count Bleck from using the Chaos Heart; however, after being trapped in Castle Bleck, Luigi gets brainwashed by Nastasia, ultimately turning him into Mr. L.

Mr. L is very cocky and is always praising up himself, a stark contrast to the chicken-hearted, reluctantly brave Luigi. He thinks highly of himself and is not slow to reveal it, often trying to openly annoy other in-game characters. He has a belief in his often-boasted-of abilities, as he is very shocked at his failures as their series begins. He is very daring, and as such reveals an attraction to Princess Peach and jealousy of Mario's jumping ability. (But if he jumps better than Mario)

Mr. L has two catchphrases: "L-ater," which he continuously proclaims when exiting , and "Have at you!", his battle cry.

He also has a knack for nicknaming, referring to Mario as "Mr. Jumpsallthetime," Peach as "Ms. Alwaysgetskidnapped," or Bowser as "Mr. Getsfoiledallthetimebytheredguywiththemoustache" during their first confrontation; this may imply that he still retains some of his memory from when he was Luigi, as he subconsciously recognizes who Mario, Peach, and Bowser are. He also nicknames himself "the Green Thunder".

However, Mr. L has some skills that Luigi does not, or merely has not yet shown, namely his inventiveness. Though Luigi has been known that he used his abilities in previous games, his mechanical skills haven't been consistently shown to match that of Mr. L. Mr. L has the intelligence to build, upgrade, and pilot his own robot, which he calls Brobot, throughout the course of the story pioneering the art he refers to as brobotics.

Mr. L strongly resembles Luigi, though he is dressed in a black jumpsuit that strangely retains his former overalls' large buttons. He also wears a green bandana around his neck. His cap has a black background and reversed "L" instead of the normal white background and normal "L". Over his face is a black mask which seems to effectively hide his identity; this mask makes his eyes and eyebrows appear white. His gloves and shoes are dark gray. Mr. L, unlike standard Luigi, is shown to have a belt.

It is implied several times that Luigi is the "man in green", referenced in both the Light Prognosticus and the Dark Prognosticus. Both of these two books state that this man in green and his affiliations will determine which prophecy is true. As such, it can be taken that, if Luigi were to have stayed Mr. L throughout the course of the game, the Dark Prognosticus would have been fulfilled and all worlds would be destroyed, making the end of Luigi's hypnotizing and evil ways integral to Super Paper Mario. Dimentio additionally states that the Dark Prognosticus mentions Luigi as the ideal host for the Chaos Heart.

In the final battle, with help from Count Bleck and his minions, the heroes are able to summon the to destroy Dimentio and the Chaos Heart, bring back Luigi and finally erasing his hypnosis and brainwashing.

Additional information:

Catch card:

HP Max: 40

Attack: 3

Defense:

Score: 200

Card description: So...who's this mysterious Mr. L character? Is this what the Prognosticus foretold?

Tattle: That's Mr. L. This new hire of Count Bleck's a real mystery man... Max HP is 40. Attack is 3. He uses his high jump as a weapon... And that powered-up super jump is quite...super... He has no other outstanding features of note. And why does he remind me so much of Mario...?

Quotes:

"Oh, me? Just one of Count Bleck's more promising minions. The Green Thunder... MR. L!"

"Just because you're in red doesn't mean you're strong. Have at you!"

"Ooh, the evil king of all charlatans! Do I look scared? Have at you!"

"No one's coming to save you this time, dearest princess! Have at you!"

"Hey, Mr. Jumpsallthetime! NOW we'll see who's the better jumper!"

"Hey, Mr. Getsfoiledallthetimebytheredguywiththemustache! I'll foil your FACE!"

"Hey, Ms. Pink n' Frilly! Try not to get kidnapped before I defeat you! Have at you!"

"Hey, Ms. Alwayskidnapped! I'll kidnap your FACE!"

"I uh... got to go deflavorize the Brobot's uh... Flavorizer."

"Hey there, butterball!"

"Hey, King Incompetent! I'm gonna hatch an evil plan on your FACE! Have at you!"

"I was just scouting him, dear. Next time, he will be mine!"

"But Brobot craves his daily smash! I can't just loiter here! There's no action!"

"L-ater!" - Mr. L

"Looks like your Pure Heart thing got broken. I guess Pure Hearts can't handle the end of the world. Heh. Whatever, I'll swipe it just for kicks."

"Meet my new friend... BROBOT L-TYPE!"

"Not a funny joke, Dimentio... If I wanted to laugh, your face is inspiration enough!"

"Dimentio... No..."

Fun facts about him:

Mr. L's mustache as black whereas Luigi's artwork gives him a brown mustache. In game, however, both forms' mustaches are brown.

Mr. L shares many similarities with Lord Crump from Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door, in that both of them are arrogant underlings of their games' primary antagonists, both command massive mechanical creations as well as updated versions of them, and both of them don disguises that are fairly easy to see through by the player, so much so that Mario's partners often lampshade it.

Mr. L's self-given nickname could be a reference to Luigi's Thunderhand ability from Mario & Luigi: Superstar Saga.

Shadoo's first form (Dark Luigi) looks identical to Mr. L instead of normal Luigi.

(A/N): I don't have any theories about him, although of course I would accept some suggestions =)

[sigyns-drafts]

Hi, Thea. Thanks again for responding to my request! When I saw Nostradamus in Ror, it seemed to me that he probably likes love predictions… May I ask for a scenario in which Nostradamus makes a prediction to the fem reader about who her lover will be? (with Buddha, Hermes, Loki, Beelzebub).

A/N: Of course, how could i not!! I totally agree, Nostradamus would so enjoy helping others find potential love. Something he too deserves sometimes hehe!! <33

Nostradamus's love predictions 💕

➩ Y/N after hearing words of Nostradamus's talent in predicting ones future love life, becomes curious and decided to pay him a visit! There she learns of the gods she could end up with and even, how many children they would get. But of course not without its secrets that even Nostradumus cant tell.

Reader type: Fem!reader with Nostradamus, Buddha, Hermes, Loki and Beelzebub.

⚠: Love predictions, future possible outcomes, future relationships, future children, Intersex child, Keeping secrets from partner, secrets in general!

Where gods and humans collide in epic battles to determine the fate of humanity, there exists a young woman named Y/N. 

She was an ordinary human, yet her destiny was intertwined with the most extraordinary beings in existence. 

Little did she know that her life would be forever changed by a prophecy foretold by none other than the legendary prophet of the century, Nostradamus.

One fateful day, Y/N found herself seeking guidance from the most obnoxious man in all of human history, hoping to unravel the mysteries of her future. 

As she stood before the smaller man, his eyes glowed with an otherworldly light, and he spoke in an excited, soft yet mysterious tone. 

“Why hello Y/N, it's certainly good to see you! Say, what brings you here today~?”

"Nostradamus, please tell me of my future, I've grown curious after hearing what you're capable of!" Y/N implored, her heart pounding with anticipation. 

She couldn't believe she was really going through with this! 

Nostradamus's eyes widened at how direct the woman had been, eventually calming himself and nodded, his gaze piercing right through the woman. 

Sending shivers up her spine, the man would just smile in response. 

“Oh dear! Very well then, let us get into it already shall we, what will it be?”

“A love prediction please! Who will I end up with or fall in love with..?”

With a wave of his hand, he conjured images of four powerful beings before them. 

Buddha, Hermes, Loki, and Beelzebub.

"You are destined to find love amidst chaos and turmoil," Nostradamus intoned, his voice echoing in the chamber they stood in, spacey but so empty. 

"Four potential lovers shall cross your path, each offering a different path of destiny. Now isn't that interesting~"

Y/N's breath caught in her throat as she listened intently to the prophecy that would shape her future. 

She looks upon the chosen gods, she had met them before.. 

"First, there is Buddha, the embodiment of serenity and enlightenment.." 

Nostradamus smirked to himself and looked at Y/N, his eyes sparkling with mischief. 

“Would you also like to know the offspring count you'll have with them too~?”

Y/N tensed up and found herself almost speechless at this, who did this guy think he was! 

Y/n felt herself start to get all flustered. Her face probably looks like a tomato ready to be plucked.

“Excuse me-! What kind of question is that!?”

Nostradamus lifts up his hand in defence, acting like he didn't know what he had done wrong! 

“Hey! I'm simply just asking..So what will it be?”

Y/n thought about it for a moment, glaring at Nostradamus. 

Perhaps it wouldn't hurt to see, after all the curiosity in who she would eventually get with was already eating her up inside! 

“Fine! Tell me that too I suppose..ugh.”

Nostradamus chuckled to himself seeing Y/N’s expression and continued. 

"With him, you shall bear him a son and find peace and spiritual awakening, but your path will be one of sacrifice."

Y/N imagined herself walking alongside the serene figure of Buddha, a little boy on her hip and finding solace in his wisdom and compassion.

Yet, she knew that such a path would demand great sacrifices, testing her resolve and strength.

"Next, there is Hermes, the messenger of the gods," Nostradamus continued, his voice taking on a mysterious tone. 

"With him, you shall bear 6 sons and 2 daughters, one child being that of both sexses.

"You'll embark on a journey of adventure and discovery, but beware, for his path is fraught with danger and unpredictability.."

Y/N envisioned herself at Hermes' side with their many children and the possible struggles, aiding him in serving the gods and his father Zeus. 

Exploring whatever secrets he was obviously hiding and being a part of it all. 

The thought thrilled her adventurous spirit, yet she also felt a twinge of apprehension at the unknown dangers that lay ahead.

"Then, there is Loki, the trickster god," Nostradamus said, his eyes gleaming with mischief. He seemed familiar with the god. 

"With him, you shall experience passion and excitement, but be wary, for his love is as unpredictable as the shifting winds.."

“What about the children we could have?”

“Well.. Let's just say you'll have 2 for now”

Y/N shivered at the thought of what Nostradamus could be hiding, what did he mean but for now? 

Y/N also thought about entangling herself with the enigmatic god, knowing all too well the chaos and mischief that followed in his wake. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the allure of his magnetic charm and mischievous grin. Maybe it would be worth it? 

"Finally, there is Beelzebub, the prince of darkness," Nostradamus concluded, his voice heavy with foreboding. 

"With him, you'll have a daughter and you'll be aiding him at the ward with his..patients. But beware, for his love comes at a great cost and he will be hiding something from you.."

Y/N recoiled at the thought of being ensnared by the dark allure of Beelzebub, knowing the perilous path that awaited her should she succumb to his temptations. 

Yet, she couldn't deny the forbidden thrill that stirred within her at the thought of embracing the darkness surrounding him.

As the visions faded and Nostradamus' prophecy came to an end, Y/N nodded and bowed respectfully. 

“Thank you for your assistance Nostradamus! I'm grateful for the information, I'll use it wisely..”

“You better Y/n, ta-ta~!”

With that Y/n left with a choice that would shape the course of her destiny. 

Would she choose the path of serenity with Buddha, the path of adventure with Hermes, the path of passion with Loki, or the path of darkness with Beelzebub?

With her heart torn between love and destiny, Y/N knew that her choice would not only determine her own fate but the fate of her love interests and future children as well. 

And so, with a heavy heart and a determined spirit, she set out on her journey, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead!

[etoilesombre]

Hey, do you guys want to hear a story? Let me tell you about the romance between Lancelot and Guinevere, as recounted in Sir Thomas Malory's Le Morte d'Arthur.

So, I thought I knew the basics. I grew up reading modern versions of Arthurian legend that focused on other aspects, but had a general knowledge of the Arthur-Guinever-Lancelot love triangle. It didn't show up too much, but I assumed it was subtext in some other versions. What I picked up was that it was sort of pure, almost an ot3, and not the cause of a lot of problems. 

My friends. In this version it is NOT SUBTEXT, it DEFINITELY CAUSED PROBLEMS, and it is WILD. It is a true will-they-won't-they drama fest soap opera romance, and I need to share. So please, come on this journey with me.

[I’m looking at you, Black Sails fandom people. I need you to know that Flint canonically would have read this. He would almost certainly have also grown up hearing these stories. I’m not saying he’s Lancelot coded, but I am saying it's interesting that he would have been aware that was something it was possible to be.]

A couple notes, before we dive in. I am very much just summarizing what happened in the book. The thing is, the book is a million pages long and also in Middle English, and this is just one of many plots, which I think is why it's not more widely known. I will show some excerpts so you can get a feel for the text, but you don’t need to read them to understand the story. I'm referring to a version that is as close to the manuscript as I can find, though with spelling regularized. For real fun, see what the original looked like. Malory purports to be translating part of the French Vulgate cycle, which likely is where the character of Lancelot originates, but in fact he is doing much more than translating, and compiles other stories as well. Point being, when he says “so the French book sayeth” etc, that is the “book” to which he is referring. Because of my lack of knowledge about the language and cultural context, this lecture series from Mythgard Academy was absolutely invaluable to my understanding. I cannot recommend it highly enough. Inevitably, some of the opinions of the prof are reflected here. I do not have it in me to compare the scholarship of various medievalists right now, I just want to tell you about this DRAMA. 

Let’s start with a prophecy. When Arthur decides he wishes to marry Guinevere, Merlin advises him to take someone else, because if he takes her, she will betray him with Lancelot and it will destroy his kingdom. All of this is foretold, not only to us, but to Arthur himself. Of course he takes her anyway, and all is doomed from the start.

As we begin the main arc of this story (several books after the prophecy), Lancelot is widely acknowledged to be the best and most renowned knight of Arthur’s court. He is plainly and hopelessly in love with Guinevere, and she loves him in return. Arthur doesn’t have a problem with this - who wouldn’t love Guinevere? This sort of love is socially acceptable, so long as they do not sleep together, which would be treason. Arthur in fact seems to support their love, because it means that Lancelot will be Guinevere’s champion should she need one. This is a role Arthur himself legally cannot fill because he is the king, and so would have to be the judge. Lancelot is indeed a good champion for her, and fights for her when she is wrongly accused of murder. 

Lancelot is deeply chivalrous, in a way that seems sincere. This is a great place for a first excerpt, a conversation with a Random Damsel Lancelot has been helping:

‘Now, damosel,’ said Sir Lancelot, ‘will ye any more service of me?’ ‘Nay, sir,’ she said, ‘at this time, but almighty Jesu preserve you wheresoever ye ride or go, for the most courteous knight thou art and meekest unto all ladies and gentlewomen that now liveth. But one thing, sir knight, me thinks ye lack, ye that are a knight wifeless, that ye will not love some maiden or gentlewoman. For I could never hear say that ever ye loved any of no manner of degree, and that is great pity. But it is noised that ye love Queen Guenivere, and that she hath ordained by enchantment that ye shall never love no other but her, nor no other damosel nor lady shall rejoice you; wherefore there be many in this land of high estate and low that make great sorrow.’ ‘Fair damosel,’ said Sir Lancelot, ‘I may not warn* people to speak of me what it pleaseth them; but for to be a wedded man, I think it not; for then I must couch with her, and leave arms and tournaments, battles and adventures. And as for to say to take my pleasance with paramours, that will I refuse, in principal for dread of God. For knights that be adventurous should not be adulterers nor lecherous, for then they be not happy nor fortunate unto the wars; for either they shall be overcome with a simpler knight than they be themselves, or else they shall slay by unhap and their cursedness better men than they be themselves. And so who that useth paramours shall be unhappy, and all thing unhappy that is about them.’ 

So after doing his Knightly Deeds for this damsel, Lancelot asks if she needs anything else. She says no, but you are lacking one thing, which is the love of a woman. It is rumored that is because Guinevere has through sorcery made you love only her, and that causes all of the women great sorrow. In reply Lancelot makes this speech about how he cannot have a wife or paramour and be a good knight, but everyone thinks it is at least in part because his love is reserved for Guinevere.

Now, throughout the book his chastity DOES notably cause all of the women great sorrow. Everyone wants to sleep with Lancelot. Literally he is kidnapped by the four most beautiful queens other than Guinevere, and they say he has to choose one of them as a lover (not even a wife, a lover) or else die. He says he would rather die, though in the end he escapes. This is just an example, truly it is a recurring problem for him. He is, at one point, tricked into sleeping with a woman with whom he conceives his son Galahad (as was prophesied, it's a long story and the romance is only part of it. It is worth mentioning that something similar happens to Arthur, which is how Mordred is sired.) When Guinevere learns that Lancelot has been with someone else, she is angry and banishes him from the court. They still love each other and eventually reconcile. 

So, Lancelot goes on the quest for the holy grail. But he fails, specifically because while he is outwardly dedicated to God, in his private heart he is still dedicated to Guinevere. And so he makes a vow to renounce his love for her, acknowledging that it is beyond measure (beyond what is right, even if they have not technically done anything wrong.) However when he returns to Camelot, he cannot keep this vow, as we see. 

Then, as the book saith, Sir Lancelot began to resort unto Queen Guenivere again, and forgot the promise and the perfection that he made in the quest. For, as the book saith, had not Sir Lancelot been in his privy thoughts and in his mind so set inwardly to the Queen as he was in seeming outward to God, there had no knight passed him in the quest of the Sangrail, but ever his thoughts were privily on the Queen. And so they loved together more hotter than they did beforehand, and had many such privy draughts together that many in the court spoke of it, and in especial Sir Agravain, Sir Gawain’s brother, for he was ever open-mouthed. So it befell that Sir Lancelot had many resorts of ladies and damosels that daily resorted unto him to be their champion: in all such matters of right Sir Lancelot applied him daily to do for the pleasure of Our Lord Jesu Christ. And ever as much as he might he withdrew him from the company of Queen Guenivere for to eschew the slander and noise, wherefore the Queen waxed wroth with Sir Lancelot.

He and Guinevere start spending a lot of time alone together, and so there are rumors circulating about them in court. In order to put a stop to the rumors, Lancelot starts paying other women attention and doing more good knightly deeds for them. Guinevere is terribly jealous, but he tells her it's for their own good, and also tells her about the vow he made, and his concern that their love is beyond what is appropriate. She is devastated, and weeping banishes him from the court (again). 

Lancelot then rides in a tournament, disguised. (Why? Because this is simply a thing knights do.) To make it an effective disguise he takes the token of a woman, the sleeve of the fair maid of Astolat to wear on his helm. When she discovers that he was only using it for the disguise, and he does not indeed love her, she is so heartbroken that she says if he will not marry her or be her lover, she will die. He refuses, on the grounds that love must not be constrained and should arise from the heart, and offers her a thousand pounds a year instead if she marries anyone else. Properly insulted by this, she does indeed die. She has her body sent in a boat to Camelot, with a letter in her hand, saying that she died of her love for him, that he would not return. 

Seeing this, Guinevere reconciles with Lancelot, presumably reassured by the fact that he would let this very beautiful much younger woman die of her love rather than being with her. She insists that from now on he will not fight in disguise, and will openly bear her token. 

Then Queen Guenivere sent for Sir Lancelot, and said thus: ‘I warn you that ye ride no more in no jousts nor tournaments but that your kinsmen may know you; and at these jousts that shall be ye shall have of me a sleeve of gold. And I pray you for my sake to force* yourself there, that men may speak you worship. But I charge you as ye will have my love, that ye warn your kinsmen that ye will bear that day the sleeve of gold upon your helmet.’ ‘Madam,’ said Sir Lancelot, ‘it shall be done.’ And either made great joy of other.

It is important to keep in mind that, to this point, there is no textual evidence that they were sleeping together, and a great deal of evidence that it was important to Lancelot that they not cross that line. There is much less evidence that this is important to Guinevere.

So then one fateful day in May, Guinevere goes picnicing with an entourage of knights. They are captured by someone else who is in love with Guinevere, and taken back to his castle, but she manages to send a message to Lancelot. At the castle, she insists that her knights sleep in her bedchamber on the grounds that they were wounded in the battle when she was captured and need tending, but truly she wants them there to keep her captor from raping her. 

Lancelot arrives to rescue her, and the person who kidnapped her agrees to give her back in the morning. She tells Lancelot to visit her room in the night. He climbs up to her window, which is barred. They have a heartfelt reunion and she says she wishes he could come in to her. He acquiesces and breaks the bars to get into her room, cutting his hand to the bone to do so. Despite the profusely bleeding wound and the ten other men sleeping in the room, they at last do sleep together, in this passionate blood covered consummation. He sneaks back out and replaces the bars.

In the morning, the man who kidnapped Guinevere comes in and sees blood all over the bed. He accuses her of being unfaithful to the king, saying she lay with one of the knights who had been sleeping in her room. She denies it, but it is very clear that she did sleep with someone who was bleeding. 

Lancelot says he will fight to defend her from this accusation, which is right and proper because he is her champion. In this story people take trial by combat and oaths before God very seriously, especially Lancelot. He really does try. So he swears an oath that he will prove with his life that Guinevere did not sleep with one of the wounded knights who lay in her room. This of course is TRUE, but only on a technicality. Lancelot, having slept with her himself the night before, is also the one who defends her honor after. I love this story so much. 

Instead of fighting him, the kidnapper takes Lancelot captive. In captivity he encounters ANOTHER damsel who insists that sleep with her in order for her to help him. He refuses, still faithful in his heart to Guinevere. Eventually she settles for him holding and kissing her, which is not across the line of appropriateness apparently, giving us some idea of where that line is drawn. Anyway, Lancelot gets out, fights for Guinevere and wins. There are indications that he feels like he barely dodged a devine bullet. 

Guinevere and Lancelot return to Camelot. Finally the rumors about them are true, the deed has been done, but of course nothing appears particularly different as there were already rumors about them. Two knights, Mordred and Agravaine, who have been intriguing against Arthur already, go and tell Arthur that Guinevere is being untrue to him. Here is his response: 

‘If it be so,’ said the King, ‘wit you well, he is none other; but I would be loath to begin such a thing but I might have proofs of it. For Sir Lancelot is a hardy knight, and all ye know that he is the best knight among us all; and but if he be taken with the deed he will fight with him that bringeth up the noise, and I know no knight that is able to match him. Therefore, and it be sooth as ye say, I would that he were taken with the deed.’ For as the French book saith, the King was full loath that such a noise should be upon Sir Lancelot and his queen. For the King had a deeming of it; but he would not hear thereof, for Sir Lancelot had done so much for him and for the Queen so many times that, wit you well, the King loved him passingly well.

Arthur says he will not hear of this without proof, because if Lancelot is accused and allowed to fight he would beat anyone. And, it is said that Arthur had some idea of the affair, but would not credit it because Lancelot had done so much for him and Guinevere, and he loved Lancelot greatly. 

So, one night when the king is away hunting, the two accusers contrive to catch them in the act, with a group of twelve armed knights. They do find Lancelot in Guinevere’s chamber, but the text is notably, pointedly vague about whether they are actually in bed. In any case, Lancelot asks for a trial. The knights say no, they have caught him and so may kill him. He is Lancelot, so he kills all of them instead, save one (Mordred) whom he leaves wounded. Lancelot flees, intending to return to rescue Guinevere and take her to his own castle to protect her from Arthur’s wrath. He maintains her innocence, and still intends that they will all reconcile.

Guinevere is to be burned at the stake (normal in this situation). Lancelot rescues her from the burning at the last moment, killing a number of knights of the round table. Arthur seems to blame the accusers more than Guinevere and Lancelot (for good reason; keep in mind that the romance is a subplot, there is a great deal of political intrigue going on.) Now a war will begin, whether anyone wants it or not, because of the people Lancelot killed. Lancelot takes Guinevere to his own castle. Battle lines are drawn, and Lancelot and Arthur confront each other in the fighting:

And ever was King Arthur about Sir Lancelot to have slain him, and ever Sir Lancelot suffered him and would not strike again. So Sir Bors encountered with King Arthur; and Sir Bors smote him, and so he alit and drew his sword and said to Sir Lancelot, ‘Sir, shall I make an end of this war?’—for he meant to have slain him. ‘Not so hardy,’ said Sir Lancelot, ‘upon pain of thy head, that thou touch him no more! For I will never see that most noble king that made me knight neither slain nor shamed.’ And therewith Sir Lancelot alit off his horse and took up the King and horsed him again, and said thus: ‘My lord the king, for God’s love, stint this strife, for ye get here no worship and I would do my utterance. But always I forbear you, and ye nor none of yours forbear not me. And therefore, my lord, I pray you remember what I have done in many places, and now am I evil rewarded.’ So when King Arthur was on horseback he looked on Sir Lancelot; then the tears burst out of his eyes, thinking of the great courtesy that was in Sir Lancelot more than in any other man. And therewith the King rode his way and might no longer behold him, saying to himself, ‘Alas, alas, that yet this war began!’

So Arthur tries to slay Lancelot, but Lancelot, the better fighter, refuses to slay him and indeed when Arthur is unhorsed Lancelot forbids that he be slain, and gives him his own horse. Arthur weeps for the honor that is in Lancelot, and laments that the war began. 

The pope intervenes and tries to negotiate an end. Lancelot confirms that he is willing to return Guinevere to Arthur, and says he has always been willing to do this and will still defend her honor, but that he does not feel he can do so because Arthur has listened to liars and been misled, and he had more reason to take her away than the accusation of adultery - he does not trust she can be safe in that court, with things as they are. 

Eventually they do make a deal, with some assurances, and he surrenders Guinevere to the king. He kisses her openly, says that he will leave, but should she be in danger or ever again accused of being untrue, he will fight for her as he always has. He departs the court forever, to much great sorrow, and returns to his own lands. 

The war continues - eventually Mordred seizes the throne, Arthur kills him in battle but is mortally wounded himself and passes to Avalon. Following the king’s death, although her love would no longer be adulterous, Guinevere retires to a convent rather than reuniting with Lancelot. He seeks her out, and this is her reaction: 

Sir Lancelot was brought before her; then the Queen said to all those ladies, ‘Through this same man and me hath all this war been wrought, and the death of the most noblest knights of the world; for through our love that we have loved together is my most noble lord slain. Therefore, Sir Lancelot, wit thou well I am set in such a plight to get my soul health; and yet I trust through God’s grace and through His Passion of His wounds wide, that after my death I may have a sight of the blessed face of Christ Jesu, and at Doomsday to sit on His right side;* for as sinful as ever I was, now are saints in heaven. And therefore, Sir Lancelot, I require thee and beseech thee heartily, for all the love that ever was betwixt us, that thou never see me no more in the visage. And I command thee, on God’s behalf, that thou forsake my company; and to thy kingdom look thou turn again, and keep well thy realm from war and wrack. For as well as I have loved thee heretofore, my heart will not serve now to see thee, for through thee and me is the flower of kings and knights destroyed. And therefore go thou to thy realm, and there take ye a wife and live with her with joy and bliss. And I pray thee heartily to pray for me to the everlasting Lord that I may amend my misliving.’ ‘Now, my sweet madam,’ said Sir Lancelot, ‘would ye that I should turn again unto my country, and there to wed a lady? Nay, madam, wit you well, that shall I never do, for I shall never be so false unto you of that I have promised. But the self* destiny that ye have taken you to, I will take me to, for the pleasure of Jesu; and ever for you I cast me specially to pray.

Rather than rejoicing in Lancelot’s presence, Guinevere laments that their love brought about the downfall of the Arthurian court, and the deaths of the knights of the round table and King Arthur. She calls upon Lancelot, by all the love that was ever between them to leave her presence, telling him to marry someone else if he wishes and see her no more. Lancelot replies that he wants no one else, and that he will respect her wishes, but will also renounce the world and join a religious order. He asks Guinevere for a final parting kiss, which she denies him. 

When Guinevere lies dying of illness, Lancelot sets out to go to her, having had a vision. She knows of his coming, and prays to die before she sees him, because she cannot bear it. She dies a half hour before he arrives, leaving instruction that he is to tend to her body, and then lay it to rest beside that of her lord King Arthur. Lancelot does this with great sorrow, and after ceases to eat or drink, and within weeks is dead himself. 

And there you have it, the love affair that doomed Camelot.

HUGE DISCLAIMER: Any and all mistakes or misinterpretations are my own. This is what I gathered, but I am not a medievalist. I am barely an interested layperson. I’m just a random fic writer who got obsessed with research for a story, and had to share this tragic mess. 

[tanoraquisloviebracket]

Tanoraqui’s Lovie Bracket: FINAL ROUND

As the prophecy foretold, it has come down to Tolkien vs Pratchett…but reminder to please not just vote by fandom names! I have a lot of lovies; I name them a lot of things! This is a tournament of lovies—and while I do, we all do, love Lord of the Rings and Discworld with nigh-equal fervor, it is also, nay, MORE important to judge these wonderful animals on qualities like:

cuddliness!

cuteness!

traditionalness OR novelty of animal!

realism OR exaggerated fakeness!

elaborate characterization and backstory which you’ve made up in your head over the course of this tournament! (if so, please share!!)

aesthetics!

pure vibes!

which would YOU want on your bed?

…or any other metric which seems suitable to you for judgement!

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Can you do a Heket x lamb!reader??? Maybe as the prophecy of the return of the crown is juuuussstt being discovered….. :)

When you first moved to Anura, you were but a young lamb raised by a family of sheep farmers, learning how to attend to many crops in order to sustain yourselves.

You were eternally devoted to Heket, praying for bountiful harvests and for food to be safeguarded from mold, heat, and pests.

Never a day went by where you didn't give thanks to her hard work, always sitting upfront during her sermons and praising her good name.

It's always been like this, and your routine didn't change even after you became older, owned a home and vast farming plots, and became a regular participant in the rituals.

Believe it or not, Heket sees you and your unyielding loyalty.

Of course, she wasn't the most rational of the bishops, being often arrogant and cruel.

She'd cast droughts and infestation upon people's families if they even slightly upset her, and punish offenders with starvation (that turned whatever they ate into dust for the entire day).

She had no problem fusing dissenters into the overgrown fungi as a method of "reducation", either

Through all of this, however, she never once touched upon your farming plot negatively. It had a protective enchantment cast over it and it continues to hold up well.

So you knew Heket still trusted you and that you've earned her utmost respect.

She even permitted you to sleep in her temple whenever you desired, appointing you as the preacher of harvest rituals!

Indeed, she was extremely fond of you, and at one point....she considered you as a potential suitor for marriage in order to boost cult morale.

Of course, there were genuine feelings of love sprinkled into her decision.

Then a certain red bird summoned her and her siblings to his roost, reading them tarots and speaking of a certain prophecy coming to pass..

Which may succeed should every lamb remain alive--or so it's foretold.

Being a prominent figure in Heket's temple had her cult divided over what to do with you, one half thinking you should be put to the blade before the Red Crown chooses you.

She, on the other hand, finds that notion ridiculous.

It couldn't be you! You were only loyal and devoted to her!

In the end...she regrettably relieves you of your duties and exiles you from the Old Faith lands, not caring where you go as long as you never returned.

It's the least she could do before slaughtering the rest of your kin.

At least you won't be here to see it.

[importantchaosgiver]

The Griffin And The Dragon:

In The Queen's Stride

Summary: What is to become of a Griffin and a Dragon? Well, it appears that was foretold before they even realised...

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of smut, slightly nudity, takes place after 'A Big Day'

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No One's POV

"Many years ago, back when Concordia was founded and its cities were built, there came a prophecy," (Y/N) began. "Isn't there always?" Viserys chuckled softly, stroking her bare back. She gave him a playful look, sitting up and lighting a few candles. "The prophecy of a queen who birthed kings. For centuries, Concordia has only known queens. Firstborn heirs were daughters. But, it was said the very first Queen of Concordia spoke a prophecy on her deathbed. A queen of her line would birth a son on a stormy night. One such night no one would have ever seen," (Y/N) explained, keep the covers around her naked body.

"A land built on queens? How intriguing," Viserys said, also sitting up, his bare chest visible, but still covered from the waist down. "As is the way of Concordia," she said with a shrug. "But, the prophecy also said the son promised would be born not just to a Queen of Concordia, but to a king whom is from a distant land," (Y/N) added with a playful tone of mystery. Viserys chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, pulling her onto his lap with her giggle. "I always admire the dreams and prophecies of others. And should you give birth to a son, they so be it. However, I think we need to do a bit more to ensure you carry my child," he said, gently kissing her neck. (Y/N) bit her bottom lip, running her other hand through his long silver-blonde hair. "Perhaps," she said, before Viserys pulled her back down to the mattress with a laugh, pulling the covers away from her, wanting to see skin, wanting to see her once again bare before him, whispering and begging for his touch...

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Birds chirping and the soft, warm rays of the morning sun was what (Y/N) felt first thing in the morning. Well, that and an arm around her waist, her back against the chest of her husband. Gods, even the phrase was so unfamiliar but felt good to say. Viserys was gentle, kind and peaceful. As most would call him in comparison to his younger brother. It was clear that Viserys was awake before her as he softly caressed her stomach, drawing circles and lines. At one point, she was convinced he was writing something in High Valyrian upon her skin.

"Good morning, my dear," Viserys whispered into her ear. She smiled softly, turning to lie on her back and face him. "Indeed it is," she said with a soft chuckle, her voice still tinted with tiredness from having just woken up. "One could get used to seeing this sight every morning," he said, moving his hand up to stroke her shoulder and cheek. Before (Y/N) could answer, there was a knock on the door, making Viserys sigh. And the day begins...

To say her day went interestingly would be the correct thing to say. All she could think was; thank the gods. Because she was educated on her duties, what was expected of her and what to and not to do. And, of course, she had to abide by more Westerosi customs whilst justifying Concordia's customs also. One thing that seemed to be reoccurring was the need for a male heir. That got her befuddled. Viserys already had Rhaenyra. And the young girl was more than capable of handling future responsibilities. Speaking of which, (Y/N) and Rhaenyra were taking a stroll through the gardens to discuss as such. "You will have to forgive my ignorance and any offense I may inflict. But, why is it vital to produce a male child? Your father has stated his desire for you to ascend to the Iron Throne after him," she explained, her hands linked in front of her as they walked. "I believe it is because men are stronger. They are considered the pillars of Westeros. They are what keeps it up," Rhaenyra said. (Y/N) thought back to a conversation her parents had one night when they didn't know she was eavesdropping. She was only 14 at the time.

Maximus and Galene had spoke about how King Jahaerys had chosen Viserys to succeed him instead of Princess Rhaenys (who had a stronger claim as she was the oldest living descendant of Jahaerys). "How incredibly stupid," (Y/N) huffed. That made Rhaenyra snort. "Forgive me. But truly you must see the folly in this. Concordia has thrived with women upon its throne for almost two centuries. Women are every bit as capable as men," she said, giving Rhaenyra a soft smile. "And if any fool were to protest it, they can answer to my griffin," (Y/N) added. Rhaenyra looked at her step-mother, feeling a little emotional at her support and kindness. "And what if you birth a son?" Rhaenyra asked. It was only a matter of time until the queen grew pregnant. "If I birth a son, Concordia will have a king. Fulfilling an age old prophecy of my people. You are the king's first-born, the natural heir. This is the way of Concordia. And my first-born child, be it a boy or a girl, shall succeed me also," she said, putting a hand on Rhaenyra's shoulder. "There is no need for conflict when the answer is clear. Now, why don't you go find Alicent. I am sure you two will find something to do in your spare time," (Y/N) said. Rhaenyra smiled brightly, curtsying and jogging away. She watched with a fond smile, putting a hand to her flat stomach, wondering when she will birth a child. She loved children. And always dreamt of when she would birth her own. Perhaps with her love and kindness, Westeros could become less of a dark place...

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Okay, I hope this isn't too OOC. But don't worry, because I have a very good idea for when this series ends. I hope you enjoy. Oh, and the next part will skip two years later. See you soon.

[hp-hcs]

I just binged read, probably all of your works and omg I love them so much😭

I need new chapters for "Pansy's brother", "splinched", and "Phoenix tears" (if you have the time ofc)

These are my favorite works, and you wrote them so well. I love them so much, and I'm desperate for a new read🤕

you are so fuckin sweet. you got me smiling like a damn fool over here, man. i’ve already got a new chapter for pansy’s brother in my drafts, but i’ll for sure add phoenix tears to the list!

also we’re gonna pretend like i didn’t totally forget about splinched’s existence, okay? okay.

requests open

beef stew (Chapter Three of Splinched) — death eater! theodore nott x splinched! male! muggleborn! reader

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It was a lie. 

Theodore had told you that his reason for helping you was merely because ‘the Dark Lord doesn’t like his things damaged’.

What utter bullshit. 

This was the Dark Lord. The guy who didn’t hesitate to try to murder a baby based on a half-heard prophecy foretold by a washed-up flake. He didn’t give two shits if his things were damaged. 

Theo shivered as a particularly cold gust of wind blew past the entrance of the tent. It’d been maybe an hour, at the most, since you both went silent, but your illness had steadily been getting worse. 

The biting snow swept inside the tent, making you sneeze immediately as soon as it touched you. You shivered violently, your teeth chattering. 

Theo grunted resolutely and tugged off the blanket from around his shoulders, turning around halfway to wrap it around you, despite your frame already being dwarfed by three other blankets. 

He stepped out of the tent, the thick drifts of snow crunching underfoot as he returned to the campfire. 

“Now what?”

You sniffled once, your eyes red with exhaustion and illness. One trembling hand emerged from the blankets to point at the pile of wood and sticks that Theo had collected, already nearly covered with snow. 

He couldn’t help but notice how violently your hand shook just from that tiny motion, your arm feebly falling back into your lap and disappearing under the blankets. You already looked worn out just from the tiniest exertion. 

You guys are fucked.

“A-add a log ‘r two,” your voice trembled. You quickly cleared your throat, blinking rapidly, and enunciating your words as if that would un-sicken yourself or something.

Theodore also noticed how you seemed to be trying to hide the extent of your illness and pain from him. 

“That should b-be good. Now try to find two fairly even branches that are ‘Y’ shaped.”

Theo was unnerved by how tired you sounded, how you hadn’t cracked a single joke nor made one witty comeback in the past hour. He silently pawed through the pile of wood, wordlessly holding up two medium-sized branches, about equal, that each ended in a fork. 

You tersely nodded once. “Set them upright in the ground across th’ fire from each other. The split part should face u-upwards.”

He did as you said, embedding the two branches upright into the nearly-frozen ground. “That good?”

“Yeah. T-try to find the longest, s-straightest branch and lay it across th’ uprights.”

Really, the lack of humor from you was unnerving. Theo debated cracking a joke just to see if you’d smile. He toyed with the idea as he searched the pile to find a branch long enough to span across the fire, before throwing caution to the wind and just making his dumb joke. 

“I think this one’ll work. It’s straighter than I am.”

He avoided looking in your direction as he laid the branch across the fire, resting in the fork of each of the uprights. 

Merlin that was so stupid why would you say that out loud you dumb fuck what if he’s not even gay? Did you think about that? No, of course yo-

His anxious doubt and regret are interrupted by your laughter. 

He turns, surprised to see you sitting up straighter, a grin on your face and a sparkle in your eye that he knew wasn’t there before. 

“Y-you and me both, N-Nott.”

He grinned back at you, relieved. He ignored the way his heart fluttered at your confession.

He caught your eyes lingering on him for just a moment too long and a bright flush rushed to his cheeks. He looked down, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“So. Uh. What next?”

Your smile remained, although it dialed the intensity back a bit, as you nod to the fucking Muggle tea kettle sitting in front of you. 

“Uh, t-this was all I could find in my b-bag that would work. ‘ve already put everything in, you just need’ta hang it over th’ fire on the cross-branch by its handle. Uh… it’ll- when it w-whistles, the water’s b-boiling and dinner’s ready.”

Theo nodded, tromping back over to the tent to collect the tea kettle, then following your instructions, albeit a bit clumsily. 

(He’s doing his best, you conceded.)

It’s not long before the whistling of the kettle can be heard, and Theodore follows your instructions, bringing the kettle over and setting it down in the snow a foot away from the entrance to the tent. The snow around the hot metal immediately turns into thick steam, hissing loudly. 

You instruct Theo on how to put out the fire by burying it, insisting that he triple check for embers, despite his complaints about being cold.

He returns once more to the tent, stepping around the sizzling kettle in the snow, ducking inside, and taking off his laughably impractical, soaked-through shoes. (“Augury-hide boots, Y/N! These are the finest shoes money can buy! Stop laughing!”)

You watch as he takes off his waterlogged cloak (which was decidedly not made for magical mid-September snowstorms in the sticks) and sits down next to you. 

You consider him for a moment before opening up one arm, wordlessly inviting him to share your blankets. He gratefully takes you up on the offer, practically diving underneath them and curling close to you to soak up your body heat. 

He’s absolutely frigid, and you elbow him in the side when his freezing hands make contact with your wrist. He snickers, pulling the tea kettle inside and zipping up the flap of the tent to keep out the wind, then pressing his freezing fingers to the back of your neck. 

You yelp in surprise. “M-motherfucker!”

Theo dissolves into laughter, apologizing. “Sorry, sorry.”

“F-fuck you. You d-don’t get dinner ‘nymore,” you sniff haughtily, the mock-tone in your voice not reaching quite it’s intended effect, what with the way your voice shakes and your words slur together.

“I said I’m sorry!” Theo protests, scooting over to give you more room as you both get situated in the small tent.

You tsk, shaking your head as you open the lid of the tea kettle and pull out the two brown foil packages that bob up and down in the slowly-settling boiling water. 

“The fuck are these?”

“C-civilian MREs,” you say cheerily as you pull them out, handing him the plastic spoon from his kit. “Enjoy your…” you glance at the packaging of yours as you tear it open. “V-vaguely ‘Beef Stew’-adjacent m-meal.”

“What’s an MRE?” He asks, following your lead and opening his package hesitantly.

“‘Meal, Ready to Eat’,” you say around a spoonful of ‘Beef Stew’. “Military rations. Taste like shit, b-but they last a ridiculously long time an’ you don’t even hafta ‘frigerate ‘em.”

“And… why do you own these?”

“T-they’re my brothers’. They go c-camping all the time, an’ there’s this camping s-supply store in my town that sells these dirt cheap.”

Theo watches the way your eyes light up when you speak of your family and hometown. His heart clenches in his chest as he shoves away the thought of what all he’s ripped you away from. 

“These ones ‘re only c-cheap though,” you continue your chatter, much to Theo’s (although he’d never admit it) delight. He notices how your voice gets clearer and stronger and your hands steadier the more you eat. “‘Cause they don’t come with FRHs. They’re like, eight pounds more each just for that. I know how to boil water, I don’t need an eight pound FRH.”

Theo stares at you, amused. 

You flush. “Oh- right. S-sorry. Uh, you don’t c-care ‘bout Muggle stuff.”

“No, no. Please, continue. FRH?”

“Flameless ration heater,” you mumble timidly. “Jus’ add water, an’ it’ll heat up your meal without a fire or nothin’.”

“I’ll admit, you Muggles are certainly quite… innovative.”

“Yeah. Shame we’re being hunted for sport by genocidal wizards with god complexes,” you say in a clipped tone, your demeanor suddenly becoming cool and standoffish.

That shuts Theo up real quick. 

[yet-another-deanw-girl]

Chapter 1: The girl and the werewolves

||The Prophecy Series||

She knew for 15 years that this day would come. She knew her destiny had already been written. That her death had been foretold.

She knew she would have to stop him. She knew she would have to kill him. And she thought she was prepared for all of it. But the day she met him she realized how wrong she was…

Set in Season 10 Pairing: MoC!Dean x Female!OC

Warnings: the usual SPN, language, violence, blood, injuries

Episode mapping: The end of episode 4 of season 10 "Paper Moon"

Note: The events of this story are following season 10 of Supernatural and are taking place between October 2014 and July 2015. I tried to make sure that all the references to weapons, tech, etc. are accurate with the time period.

AN: This is my first time writing a fanfic but the story has been in my head for too long and it just needed to get out. I hope you like it.

AN: English is not my first language, I apologize for any mistakes.

It's official… I hate the States.  I have been driving for over half an hour and there is nothing around.  NOTHING!  Here you can just disappear and no one will ever know. Long distances, distant people, crappy coffee…  I really miss the coffee…  Well, at least, the food was decent most of the time… I'm impatient to go back home, so I'm overdramatic. Moreover, I haven't really spoken to anyone for more than two weeks… that alone drove me crazy and irritated. Thank God this mission is over now! Take a deep breath and make a plan. That always calms my nerves. First, I have about three or four more hours of driving until I get to the private airstrip where the plane is waiting for me… that's insane… how is everything so far apart here… Deep breaths… Then, about a ten hour flight to Prague.  I'll probably sleep the entire time…  Or I can write my report…  First I’ll write my report, then I’ll sleep. After landing, I'll have my debriefing… and real coffee. Then… go to my apartment… pack a bag… and go to the airport… I have been waiting for this vacation for so long. To see my family…

I'm entering a small town and I see the local diner on my side of the road. Going through my plan in my head has improved my mood significantly. I always function better when I have a detailed plan. But I still need coffee. So with a dream of a latte or cappuccino in my mind, I park the Jeep and walk into the diner to get whatever excuse of a coffee they have. Five minutes later, with a to-go cup in my hand, I'm climbing back in the monstrous car. I really love this car. It's always funny to see the looks I'm receiving. I'm not the shortest woman in the world, but I'm no more than 1.70m (it's about 5 '7) and this Jeep is enormous. But I like driving it. And, I like all the modifications I've done on it over the years. While driving out of the town and the buildings are more and more apart from each other, a cabin catches my attention. Well, not the cabin itself, but the two figures going inside. Just before they went inside, their faces shifted. What day is it? It's not a full moon, right? I count the days in my head. It is a full moon. Great! Werewolves. I hesitate only for a second, before I stop my car down the road so they will not see me coming. Driving a car like this has some disadvantages after all. I push several buttons on the car's dashboard screen, to check my armory and a weapon is produced for me to use. When the central console on my right opens, I reach out to take the gun. I scowl at the Beretta 92 that is inside.

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"Of course!" I mutter under my breath. "I can't even use my own guns here!" I remind myself that I'm not supposed to raise any suspicions or to give any clues about who I am and who I'm working for. It's hard when you are a person of details and when you like things in a certain way. Unfortunately, my custom guns are locked in the car safe, until I'm boarding the plane to Europe. I take the standard US law enforcement gun and two spare magazines with silver bullets and I'm on my way to the cabin. "Fuck… I haven't even finished that coffee!" Engaging in those kinds of situations is not really in the scope of my operation here. Actually, it is way out of it. But I can't just walk away, keep driving and pretend I haven't seen anything. Not when there are innocent people in danger here… probably… 'Probably' is the key word… So I decide, I'll just look at what is going on in there and if, indeed, there are lives being threatened, only then I'll get involved.

Of course there are lives in stake. When I look inside the dimly lit building, I see the silhouettes of two men being tied to the pillars. Three werewolves are inside with them, the two men I saw earlier, and a younger blond woman… girl actually... It looks like she is in charge or has some authority over the others. I take in the layout of the place and make a map in my mind, all the people, the exits, the pillars, the piles of junk, the old furniture... Every little crack, every window and every beam…  And I make a plan…  And a backup plan…  And a backup plan.  I have it all laid out in my head, a perfect tactical assault mission.  In reality, this takes only a couple of seconds. My mind works in a strange way, but that's one of the things that makes me good at my job and has helped me climb the ranks quickly. I go in from the back door and immediately shoot down the two men. The girl with the long blond hair is standing in front of one of the hostages tied to the columns and puts her claws to his chest when she sees me.

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"Put down the gun, or I will gut him!" - she says to me. Another blond girl barges in and stops abruptly when she realizes the situation. "Tash, what are you doing?" she exclaims, looking at the girl threatening one of the victims. "Kate! Come here and help me!" - the girl says. Now, when I have a better look at her she looks really young, maybe just finished high school. I take advantage of everyone being distracted, and shoot. The girl hits the ground. I turn around, aiming my weapon at the second girl. "No, no, no!" - the two men yell in unison. I lower my gun and the girl runs to the body of her dead sister. At least they look like sisters.

I holster my gun and take the knife from my boot turning around to cut off the ropes of the two men. No, no, no, no…  I definitely fucked up…  What the hell…  I NEVER fuck up!  I was not supposed to make any contact with them. I was here to observe and report. Fuck, fuck, fuck… Shit! Ok… I'll just cut them down and then I'm on my way to the airstrip. I start cutting the rope tying up Dean's hands above his head. I have to stand on my tiptoes and I barely can reach the rope. "Hey, shortstack, do you need a stepping stool or something?" Sam teases and I snort at his comment. "Short or not, I'm not the one tied up by a highschool girl…" Fuck! Those boys are really tall up close!

I'm almost done when Sam yells "Watch out!!!" I press the knife into Dean's hand, so he can finish cutting the rope himself and pull out my gun while turning around.  Sharp pain stings my abdomen before I'm able to pull the trigger.  The gunshot rings in the air of the cabin followed by a heavy thump. I clench my stomach. That's bad.  That's really, really bad.  How did this all happen?  Where did he come from?  How did I miss him?  Maybe he came after the second woman… girl… My mind is racing, trying to analyze every little detail and every possibility. But it doesn't matter right now.  This must be the unluckiest day of my life! First, I stumbled on my targets, and now this!  I know this will not kill me.  This is not the way I'm supposed to go and now is definitely not the time. But it hurts like hell, nonetheless and for a moment, panic sneaks in my mind.  I haven't been in such deep shit in a long long time. I have been in far more dangerous situations, but I hadn't screwed up like this in years. Deep breaths… make a plan… "Hey! Are you ok?" Dean asks me when he is done untying his brother. "Yeah!" I say through my clenched teeth and without even turning to them I start walking to the front door. I'll just have to go to my car, stitch this up, and then…  My head starts spinning.  Shit, I'm losing too much blood. I'm not going to make it to the car…

The woman had barged in, shot all of the rogue werewolves in a matter of seconds and without saying a word was now walking to the front door. "Wait a minute! Where do you think you're going?"  I yell and run after her.  Just when I'm reaching to grab her arm to stop her, she collapses and I manage to catch her at the last moment. "What the hell!"  I mumble but then I see the gash in her stomach. It's deep and she is losing blood too fast. "Sam! Find the first aid kit and get the car! NOW!"

Chapter 2: Protocol EG-64 initiated >>

||The Prophecy Series||

[animehouse-moe]

Chainsaw Man 135: Sentimental Drive

So, part two is about Asa, and Fujimoto is well aware of the fact that she's been neglected in these last few chapters. Thanks to that, not only do we return to Asa and Yoru, Fujimoto cranks their characters up to 10 to churn out all sorts of hilarious, weird, and even cringey (in a good way) moments. Hell, you might even say Fujimoto manages to get all the way to 11 with this chapter that refocuses our vision on the impending doom of the foretold prophecy (and a little more teasing with Denji).

Let's get down to brass tacks here, Asa and Yoru are funny as hell, no two ways about it. It's not in their sense of humor or comedic timing, it's their very cores as characters and the relationship between the two of them. Just in the way they bounce of off each other they produce a humor that could only ever arise naturally.

Though of course, Fujimoto's flair does help a little bit as he decides to have Asa recite a whole poem about Chainsaw Man saving her. You really do have to give Fujimoto credit for Asa's character though, as she does fall in love at first sight with any guy/person/devil that's nice to her.

Okay, last bit of funny here I promise. So we know that Asa and Yoru do share brain cells in the literal sense, but they also appear to do so in the figurative sense when big sister Fami appears in front of the pair. Striking similar defensive poses after registering that Fami appears is just so funny considering how opposite the two are typically.

Anyways, lots more humor ensues with Fami rummaging through Asa's fridge while chatting about Chainsaw Man, and she exposes some really interesting things. The first being that she wants to separate Denji and Pochita, to rid the world of "Red" (Denji) Chainsaw Man, and bring back "Black" (Pochita) Chainsaw Man, and allow Yoru to kill that Black Chainsaw Man. It's a really interesting idea, because well, Fami isn't exactly one to lay all her cards on the table, so it makes you wonder what she gains from the separation of Denji and Pochita, and what role Black Chainsaw Man has in the impending doom foretold by the prophecy.

While that's more of an open question and curiosity, this next piece isn't. I love this symbolism of Asa and Yoru melding into a single entity/person here. How their goals align and they see a future together finally after the intense struggles that clearly separated them during the Falling Devil fight. Really really interesting piece that makes me curious to see where the lines blur between the two characters moving forward. Also just a little detail, it's cool that Yoru is the foreground character that "dominates" the idea of Asa+Yoru, as Asa is a far more passive person.

And last but not least, lets kick Denji while he's even more down, don't we? I love it, it's really great to allow him to "bow out" earlier, only to basically spit on his name in nearly every capacity.

It's really great to see all the girls in this chapter think of Denji and Chainsaw Man as completely separate entities, because it absolutely drives home the identity crisis he's had in the last few chapters. How impossible it is to remove Chainsaw Man from Denji, how much one is the other. I think it's made even more ironic by the fact that it's the natural continuation of Makima, where she viewed Denji only as Chainsaw Man. Now, with the War and Famine Devils, they're trying to force Denji to only become Denji, and separate out Chainsaw Man. To quite literally, like Makima did, rip out his heart. The writing's sorta on the wall, and it's saying that Fujimoto is too damn good with these characters when he wants to explore them.

[guess-that-ship]

S11 Round 2

Renewed Life

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cw: spoilers

One day, Lost finds herself in an unfamiliar place, with no one around. She spends days completely alone, wishing she could just go back to her old life. Eventually, Lonely finds her, and brings her to a civilization very different from her own. Lost must learn to live in an entirely new world, and though Lonely now seems to want nothing to do with her despite saving her, Lost can't help but feel drawn to the very first person to find her. However, Lonely is distant with everyone, and Lost is no different. Instead Lost must find other ways to make herself happy. As time goes on, Lost’s longing continues to grow, and Lonely only seems more distant and unreachable. Of course, the events of their lives keep throwing them back together, which keeps Lost from ever truly getting over Lonely. Eventually, a new person, Bright, starts trying to bring Lost out of her shell, and Lost even considers giving him a chance, for all her heart still longs for Lonely. However, just when all hope seems lost, Lonely finds her in a moment of weakness, and Lost can't help but confess.

Against all odds, Lonely reaches out too, and Lost finds that during all her pinning, Lonely has been watching too, but holding himself back from getting hurt. All it took was Lonely’s jealousy of Bright that gave him the push over the edge, and now Lonely is willing to let himself fall for her charms. The two of them start a very intense relationship that they can never come back from, but Lost and Lonely find they wouldn't want to give it up, even if they could.

By the end, Lost and Lonely are engaged and even parenting three kids together, with plans to help Lost one day reconnect with the place and the people she once left behind.

The Chosen One and Pals

cw: suicide mention

Land is the Chosen One, foretold to save the world by an ancient prophecy. Sky is her childhood friend who decides to help her out, because that's what friends do, while Sea is a clergyman that assists Land out of a sense of sacred duty.

While Land puts her full trust in Sea immediately, Sky is initially distrustful of him, and grills him relentlessly. It doesn't take long for Sea to admit to his deepest, darkest secret, which is that he cheated on an exam once, over a decade ago, and also declares that if they tell anyone about this he won't hesitate to kill himself, and then his blood will be on their hands, and could they really live with that? Sky thinks this is a lame secret and takes it upon herself to help Sea become cooler. Sea does not appreciate this.

Because of Land's role as the Chosen One, Sea holds a lot of reverence for Land, and thus offers her much more grace than he does Sky. Land doesn't particularly care for pleasantries, and cares for social hierarchy even less, but does appreciate that Sea is much nicer than Sky ever was. Sky, having known Land since they were children, doesn't show any sort of veneration towards her, which Sea considers disrespectful despite the fact that Land herself doesn't care. The two of them sometimes butt heads over this, among other things.