#but she's the one who can slay titans

[blood-starved-beast]

Time-cubing aside, were Zagreus try to fight Chronos one on one, he would lose. Zagreus's fighting style is highly speed dependent. He's all about the tons of dashes and dash-strikes. He can fight more methodically sure, but it's not his norm of fighting and he's not the type, really.

Anyways what I'm saying is someone who fights based on speed (Distance/time reference goes here or something) would struggle a lot to fight someone who can slow down and otherwise manipulate time. Just saying.

[mythalism]

frame by frame analysis making sense of the new release trailer >:)

major spoilers below including clips from today's trailer, clips and info from previous trailers, and mention of information from broken NDA's/leaks

everything i mention here is basically new footage or footage given new context within today's trailer. most of the trailer is stuff we've already seen, but there are a few completely new clips and honestly some major reveals if you're looking closely and are generally INSANE like me :D

starting at the top is this same scene we have seen several times now, originally from the (controversial) reveal trailer back in like june, but we are seeing it before whatever ritual happens begins. ive been trying to figure out where exactly this takes place but im honestly not sure. it could be the black city in the fade, though the sky doesn't really look fade-like and theres a distinct presence of gravity and logic that the fade doesn't have. plus, the moon can be seen a few seconds later, and she's usually not in the fade.

these statues are similar the ones from solas's ritual site in the prologue of the game, but area is slightly different. the evanuris statues seem to be in the same order, however.

i honestly dont know where this is. or what the fuck this thing is.

lyrium idol????? titan heart orb?????? no clue. its red though!

next we have a new dragon we have seen very little of over in rivain. we have only ever seen this dragon in shots of rivain, such as taash's introduction in the original reveal trailer. it seems to just be a dragon, but the audio that plays at this moment says "it's been feeding on the blight!". i think this is an editing fake-out, and would bet that this dragon is just something we slay when we recruit taash.

we can see them being sexy and fighting it in the reveal trailer:

next up is a shot of a blighted minrathous, featuring both the andraste statue we saw in the gameplay reveal and the famous floating panopticon, being taken over by blight cysts and tentacles, under a red sky (seemingly caused by that ritual happening with the red ball in the first pic). remember this one because its arguably part of the biggest reveal of this trailer :)

next we have some venatori nonsense. to be honest idgaf about these losers but they are up to something, possibly working with the evanuris if i were to wager a guess, considering it is effectively confirmed that the evanuris are the old gods, and there is no way they are not capitalizing on that worship and loyalty by manipulating the venatori just like cory did!

what is interesting is WHO THE FUCK IS THIS?

my heart wants to say andruil so bad. its probably not its probably some venatori or something but what if. WHAT IF!

next we are back in minrathous with..... some massive skeleton feet stomping around?

we know this is minrathous for a few reasons, mostly because of the magic glowy barrier wall in the background that we see later in minrathous with venatori walking past but also with our entire group of allies:

this is extra interesting because the only time we've seen anything about giant skeletons are of course this dude, who we have seen now here and in the release date trailer

THIS guy is clearly in the grand necropolis however, so the question is how did he get his big skeleton feet to minrathous? of course, there could be multiple big skeletons running around causing havoc. we will find out in a week. heres another shot of the skeleton feet because i find this fun

next!

we know this is ghilan'nain's archdemon because we see it referred to as that (could be marketing manipulation, tho) and see it in the gameplay we have seen of the weisshaupt quest. this seems to also be in weisshaupt or the surrounding area of hossberg, due to the cute lil griffon statues behind her head

next we are back to the giant skeletons; this time i think this guy is in minrathous rather than the necropolis due to the architecture behind him. this could be the top part of his body while his bottom half is crushing rook beneath his big skeletal toes. im already obsessed with this

next we've got something else that i have no fucking clue about: ???????? all i have to say is notice the distinctly elvhen ear. ghilan'nain's creation perhaps???? why are they stabbing a rock and why is it bleeding??? why does this look identical to the skyrim dragonbone armor??????

next we have mother ghilan'nain being a freak in a new scene with a massive serpentine monster <3 this seems to be in weisshaupt because of davrin, the steeples in the background, the lighting, and the griffon statues on the right.

we see the serpentine monster again later in the trailer and it honestly looks so fucking sick. this is a creature we have never seen before and i cannot wait to see it in action. it seems like the above scene takes place after this one, perhaps after the creature is defeated?

NOW REMEMBER WHEN I TOLD YOU TO REMEMBER THE MINRATHOUS PANOPTICON BEING BLIGHTED????

whats that? in the corner?

pookie is free and walking around minrathous <3 <3 <3 also notice he has his dagger on his hip....

speaking of the dagger.... we also see rook taking it out of a stabbed ghilan'nain

we saw the first half of these scene earlier in the release date trailer, as rook tries to get close to her and large waves of power burst out of her body:

im gonna put it into the universe now because why not..... i think this might be an attempt to cure ghilan'nain of the blight. MAYBE! im just saying. we know a stab to the heart with this isnt neccesarily fatal because we know varric survives something similar. or, this is one of the few ways to effectively kill a blighted creature that can just hop bodies, like we know cory and archdemons can do.

next we see a familiar dragon in what seems to be a new setting?

this is the same dragon from the snowy, warden fight scene we've seen several times now, with this dragon and then the blue one that we saw the boss fight of. but the architecture on the right is clearly tevinter, the statues are ???????, and the spine off to the side kind of looks like what we saw above with that massive serpentine creature. i wonder if the mish-mash means that this is in the fade.

next we see a follow up to a moment we saw above, all of your assembled allies together in minrathous:

this seems to happen moments after this:

i think this is probably the finale of act 1, and all of these scenes of your squad running through minrathous lead up to the other ones we have seen of a massive dragon fight under a red sky, with solas in the dread wolf form. this one, from the release date trailer:

this is also the same environment where the skeleton guys are stomping around earlier, so part of me wonders if they are actually on our side against whatever evanuris/dragon/eldritch horror we are fighting here and just a bit clumsy <3

also - shoutout to carly @arlathen for noticing it looks like there is an executor in this lineup

thats all folks! partly because im done but also because i literally hit the 30 image limit LMFAO. my biggest takeaway from this is that solas is freed from his prison fairly early on, because i really thing this is the finale of act 1. they have said that everything we've seen in marketing is from act 1 and i dont think that would have changed for this trailer.

happy 1 week left and please go crazy speculating in the replies and reblogs xoxo <3

[felikatze]

just did the new damsel ch3!! i am staring at the wall!! i am holding my head in my hands!!

i haven't done all the optinons yet but. Man. The ending where the hero and the princess leave? When all the torches go out, all the fun's been had, and there's nothing left to do?

The way that THIS is the ending where the narrator just... gives up.

Because THIS is what he wanted. A world without change. A world in stasis forever. And he's found out that he... Doesn't like it. That maybe, letting the Princess out is better.

And I think this Narrator knows that the box exists in every world. There will always be a box. And for once, he regrets that he closed it. He hopes that the world ends, now.

The parallel just. Works perfectly. Because what is it you get when you slay the princess like he asked? Right! Your happy ending. And that's what a "Happily Ever After" is. goddddd

Like. Man. There's a reason that stories don't show you the happily ever after. Because the writer knows that's boring. No audience wants to watch the heroes just be happy forever. Because in this chapter, there is no conflict.

Actually like. The Princess. I pity her so bad in this chapter. So like, the Damsel in ch2 is so malleable because that's what the perception of the Hero who swoops in and does not doubt her for even a second is - that she is the perfect fairytale princess who can do no wrong, ever.

But like, the secondary voice for Happily Ever After is The Paranoid. The Hero gets creeped out by how much she just "wants to make him happy", so the Hero and the Paranoid want her to be a person.

But that's not what the Smitten wants! The Smitten wants his fairytale, forever. The Princess is a creature of perception, but two clashing views have left her a person stuck in the role of a doll. She wants to break free, but she's not allowed to, because a perfect fairytale princess wouldn't disagree with the Hero, would she?

And yet, every route is about disagreement. About change and conflict and moving together only to move apart only to move together again. It's conflict that gives the Hero and the Princess dimension.

wruagh.

Thinks abt that post that says the Paranoid is like, one of the most powerful voices because he doesn't trust perception. Thinks about how the Smitten is one of the most powerful voices because he just speaks things into existence without doubting his vision. Clash of titans on this route, truly.

Also fucked how this is like. The first route i can think of where a voice just... leaves? It's... kind of the opposite of what happens in The Princess and the Dragon. But even then, none of the voices just fade away. The only thing that ever makes them leave is the mirror.

The Smitten was so dead set on his happy ending, that breaking it requires flat out extinguishing him. And yet, the Hero still likes the Princess. You can tell her you liked her all along, or that you're not sure, or that you didn't before, but you might now.

The Smitten isn't the be all end all of the Hero's affection for the Princess. He's just one facet of it. One facet that grew wildly out of control that it flattened them both and had to be torn out for an actual genuine relationship to form.

Man. Okay.

[arc-misadventures]

The Unwilling One

Ren: Hey, Jaune, how goes the righteous questing of a Paladin?

Jaune: Oh, hey, Ren. It’s… It’s not, not going good.

Ren: Well, I guess it isn’t going good when you had to face a titan class Arachnid Grimm all on your own.

Jaune: Eh? Oh no that was easy. I just cut the back of its legs so it couldn’t run, then I smashed its head in with my sword. Bolstered by the sacred power of ‘Smite’ though. Several times.

Ren: Oh, then was it the time you held the breach in the wall at Mantle for three days straight, protecting the city from being flooded from a Grimm horde?

Jaune: Okay, I had help on that one! I didn’t do that all on my own. I wouldn’t have lasted nearly as long without all those mana potions. I did defend that ciry all on my own. Mostly yes, but not all of it!

Ren: Oh, okay…? Then was it because of that, Arc-Demon you slayed?

Jaune: Cinder Fall? Ha! She was egomaniac whose sole focus was on the accumulation of power. They always fail to comprehend the lie about power until it is too late to do so. Twas simple child’s play that one.

Ren: Then why is it not going good?

Jaune: …

Jaune: I have a harem…

Ren: Y-You have a Harem?

Jaune: A harem of shortstacks, well endowed shortstacks…

Ren: Shortstacks?

Jaune: It has a halfling, and a dwarf…

Ren: Good alignment creatures; that doesn’t sound so bad.

Jaune: And, a goblin, and a bloody succubus…

Ren: A-A succubus? Are you serious?!

Jaune: I thought I had two goblins following me around, but nope, turned out one of them was a freaking succubus…

Ren: A harem with a dwarf, a halfling, a goblin, and a succubus…? Why would a paladin make a harem with such kinds of members in it?!

Jaune: Do you think I planned this?! They’re the ones who have started all of this harem crap! It used to be the goblin, and the succubus who followed me around, always trying to get under my cod piece! Then the dwarf, and halfling showed up, then the goblin, and the dwarf kept fighting on, and on, and on, on who gets to sleep with me?! Don’t I have a say in all of this bullshit?! Ahh at least their fighting kept them off of me…

Ren: Not long I take it?

Jaune: Not long enough! That damn succubus struck a deal with the halfling to share me, share me?! Why don’t I get a say in all of this?! And, now that they’ve settled on who gets to have me, they’re fighting on who gets to go first?!

Ren: And, how is that going?

Jaune: Well, the halfling doesn’t care when she goes, she just doesn’t want to be first. She wants to ‘gather information’ before she proceeds any further.

Ren: That sounds reasonable, but given the context it does paint a rather… odd portrait.

Jaune: The succubus wants to go last so she can show me, ‘How a real woman does it.’ I would consider that empty boasting , but she’s a succubus so it ain’t a hollow threat.

Ren: Okay… W-What about the other two?

Jaune: Well, every other night for the past three weeks they’ve been ‘wrestling’ together to determine who’s the top bitch…

Ren: S-Seriously?

Jaune: Yes… I haven’t had a good nights sleep since they started, ‘wrestling.’

Ren: Nora’s the goblin in your team, right?

Jaune: I never said her name, how do you know I was talking about, Nora?

Ren: We may live different lives now, but we’re still friends. Close friends, but never as close as she wants to be with you. Besides, I’m a lanky elf. I may be a fighter, but I never had anywhere near the endurance that crazy goblin has, fortunately you do.

Jaune: Wait! A-Are you giving me your blessing?

Ren: Yes, yes I am.

Jaune: To sleep with, Nora…?

Ren: Indeed I am.

Jaune: …

Jaune: What the hell man?!

Ren: I tell you this to ease your conscience to let you understand that it is alright for you to engage in activities with, Nora, and if you so choose, those other girls as well.

Jaune: I know I was ranting about having an unwilling harem of horny shortstacks, but you’re making this feel really weird, and uncomfortable man.

Ren: I know, but I’m just telling you this to ease your conscience

Ren: …

Ren: And, to warn you.

Jaune: Warn me? Warn me about what?

Ren: Oh, nothing much, just that I taught, Nora some basic wrestling moves.

Jaune: You what?! What did you teach her?!

Ren: Simple stuff really. Moves to pin your opponent to the ground. Simple stuff like that.

Jaune: …

Jaune: You realize you’ve just fucked me over, haven’t you?

Ren: I did find it odd that she was asking for such advice in the first place. Oh well, it’s your problem now. So, good luck, Jaune!

Jaune: …

Jaune: I hate you…

[kururu418]

Sisters Of Olympus

“The Greek Pantheon will be led into a new era by a goddess, but it most certainly will not be Hera. No, only I am fit to take the helm. I along with my sisters of course…”  Asterope looks down on nearly everyone in or outside her own pantheon, but there are a select few she’s found worthy of her leadership and loyalty. The Sisters of Olympus are the only figures she Asterope deems as true allies, and having seen the potential in them most others in their pantheon had not, she considers them more siblings than her own blood relatives by Zeus. The group is fiercely loyal to one another and tight knit, and tend to give Hera quite a bit of trouble since they’re a rather rebellious bunch. She keeps a close eye on them, knowing if anyone would usurp her title, it’d likely be them. 

Asterope (Daughter of Zeus): The leader and youngest child of Zeus. Her power speaks for itself, and more than a few people assume she will manage to usurp Hera at some point. Though they worry her rule will be just as ironclad and ruthless as her father’s. She trust her sisters above all else, and takes any move against them as a personal slight.  

Pandae (Daughter Of Heracles): A child fathered by Heracles during his time in India. Even as young as she is her strength is quickly catching up to her father’s. She’s an energetic young lass who Asertope quickly found both potential and amusement in. She brought her into the group and plans to nurture her strength. Pandae is the most rambunctious of the group, eager to prove herself and serve who she believes will one day rule their pantheons.    

Makaria (Daughter of Hades): A young goddess of death, and the youngest of the group. Due to her father and status most tend to avoid her, but Asterope fears no one and nothing, and seeing how powerful she could grow to be offered her company. Makaria is simply glad someone outside of the Underworld is willing to stand her company. 

Syssa (Daughter of Ares): The muscle of the group. Her amulet usually keeps her calm and mellow, but she becomes a powerful and near unstoppable force when it’s removed. People tended to steer clear of her due to her unpredictable nature, but Asterope proved she could more than handle her strength, and far from fear it, respected and sought to put it to use.  

Benthesikyme (Daughter of Poseidon): One of Poseidon’s overlooked children. Bitter about the lack of attention from her father, she was more than surprised when Asterope approached her and acknowledged her strength. Eager to align with someone who recognized her worth, she pledged her might to Asterope, vowing to help her become the new supreme goddess, and to cement her own status at the next ruler of the seas when her father’s time was done. Vain, condeeded, and obsessed with her own beauty, her only loyalties are to herself and her real sisters.  

Angelia (Daughter of Hermes): A lesser known daughter of Hermes. Despite being the swiftness and most powerful of his offspring, her siblings tend to get more of the attention from those outside of their family. After slaying an invading titan who’d bared it’s fangs at Asterope, she offered her a spot among her entourage and vowed to give her Hermes spot. An offer she quickly accepted. The personification of ‘the message’, she hears quite a bit through Olympus and beyond, and keep Asterope informed on whatever she can.

Art by @harchibudytgorichi!

Syssa belongs to @doomface

[batmanheim]

Dionysus and/or Dionysus kids headcanons? If you do that, but it’s worth a shot:)

YES I LOVE DOING THIS, I HAVE SO MANY. thank you sooo much for this question dez!

okay so, Dionysus definitely cares about the campers and the camp itself.

It shows when he heals Chris Rodriguez from the bout of insanity, it shows when he grieves for Castor and asks Percy to look after Pollux.

I like to think his kids also care like that

they care so deeply for their close friends and family that it hurts sometimes

Dionysus can't show it normally anymore because he's seen so many hopeful kids get their spirits crushed.

he's also seen them die. countless times.

if gods could dream, Dionysus would be plagued with haunting nightmares.

Dionysus kids are really good with plants, but not as good as Persephone or Demeter kids

They're also the type of people who say "I listen to anything!" for music and they mean it.

They have the best outfits. Sorry, cabin 7, but their fits slay, hardcore.

that being said, Specifically Pollux has TERRIBLE style.

My OC Grayson's style is definitely also bad, he dresses similarly to his father (oof)

Dionysus leaves shirts and stuff in the cabin and somehow his kids are stealing them and wearing them better than him

He doesn't know where they get the style from

The cabin has all the best quality "Slime tutorials" of your favorite musicals. You do have to take some chores off their camp chore list to get the footage though.

can and will rant to you about Gender being a social construct while wearing clothes typically associated with the opposite gender

Grayson is genderfluid, and so while he definitely prefers masc terms and whatnot there are days he goes all out with dresses and skirts and he literally slays

Castor will definitely go all out with a skirt, but dresses are a different story.

Dionysus secretly encourages his kids to break the gender normality.

Dionysus is definitely also a hands on dad, He tries so hard to be there for his kiddos before they reach camp age

in my story, the twins are at camp as early as 9 years old, simply for two reason- hella powerful and bonding time with Grayson

but, Dio was there, giving the twins mother (I've named her Marryane Moncharm) any help she needed.

for Grayson it's a different story, so you'll have to read the story to see

but I digress

At camp, he's attentive with his children, listening to their issues, giving advice if they want it and a distraction if they need it.

He will, however, tell his children that silly drama is below him before helping.

Dionysus has a secret obsession with dad jokes

think Patton from sander sides, but way more disgruntled and gruff than typical.

Dionysus has made Zeus tell a dad joke without realizing it, and to this day, it is his best achievement ever.

Has a shirt that says "Dad jokes? I think you mean Rad Jokes." and will wear it unironically.

as for his actual cabin and how I picture it.... that's a whole different set of headcanons.

I've previously said I think the cabins got a major upgrade at the end of the titan war thanks to annabeth, I believe.

prior to that, Cabin twelve feels the most homely.

there's no big harsh lighting. only soft warm lighting.

the beds have the best bedding ever, like it's so cozy

lots of theatre memorabilia hanging up

uh, like that one guy from only murderers in the building, I forget his name but he had theatre stuff all over his apartment- like it was a lot

also, Dionysus definitely has like, his item of power hung on the wall in there because he Does Not Care™ and the only rule is no touching the insanely powerful pinecone stick (Thyrsus)

Cabin 12 to me is the physical embodiment of Noah Kahan's music if that makes sense.

there's a bunch of headcanons for you friend! I hope you enjoyed them!

[sixpennydame]

Hii can i request 18 with Levi x reader and canon? Ty😘

Hello and Happy Holidays! I hope you'll enjoy.

DAY 3: Fake dating for a Christmas party/ball

Levi x fem!reader

"No."

Levi crosses his arms and scowls. "There's no way I'm attending a stupid Christmas ball."

Erwin massages his temple. He knew this wasn't going to be easy. "I'm afraid you don't have a choice, Levi. You've been asked for specifically."

"Why? So those rich bastards can parade me around like some kind of show pony? No thanks."

"Those 'rich bastards' fund our expeditions. We need them on our side. And you won't be alone," Erwin gestures toward you.

Both men look at you and you stand a little straighter. "Hey, I have no problem being wined and dined by the Mitras elite. You can count me in."

Levi just rolls his eyes at you. "Fine. But she's doing all the talking."

You follow Levi as he storms out of Erwin's office. "Come on, it won't be all that bad. We get to wear fine clothing and eat delicious food - what better way could there be to spend Christmas Eve night?"

"I could think of about a hundred different ways."

"We make a great team in the field slaying titans...so who's to say we can't also make a great team slaying the purse strings of all those rich people?" You grin and jap his ribs. "It'll be fun."

"If you say so." Levi stops in front of his office door. "It starts at 7 o'clock. Be on time so we can get in and out of there, ok?"

You salute him mockingly. "Yes sir!"

As the evening approaches, Levi arrives and waits for you in the entryway of the grand home. He can feel the stares of people passing by and he straightens the jacket of his tuxedo. He checks his watch, and right when the hour hand clicks on 7, he looks up and sees you.

You enter through the large double doors in a red gown that looks as if it was made just for you. The velvet bodice is cut close to your body and then flares out into layers of taffeta and silk. You've put your hair up, but a few curled tendrils frame your face.

As you walk toward Levi, he swallows hard. Just a month ago, you were covered in mud and titan's blood. But now...

...you look so beautiful.

A huge smile spreads across your face as you see Levi. "Can you believe this?" You twirl around. "I think this dress costs as much as my entire Survey Corps salary!" You stop. "What do you think?"

Levi's eyes rove over your bare collarbone and the sweetheart neckline of your dress. "Not bad."

You roll your eyes and then look Levi over, suave and dapper in his black tuxedo. You stop to straighten his bow tie. "Switched out the cravat for the occasion, I see."

He shrugs you off of him and fidgets with the tie. "The dress code was black-tie only."

"Well.." you link your arm in his, "shall we eat first or have a dance?"

He stiffens a bit at your touch, but then relaxes. "Oi, this isn't a date or anything. We're working."

"What's the point if we can't have a little fun?" You pout. "Please...just one little dance tonight?"

He lets out a sigh. "Fine. One dance."

Levi doesn't mind, as long as he gets to hold you, just a little longer.

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[herald-divine-hell]

My Theory on Veilguards' Dragons

This sort of popped up with my friend, @this-is-something-idk-what, when they suggested a theory about the dragons/possible archdemons in Veilguard's Release Trailer. I'm just going to put it here, though I will worn. I feel like I read elements of this in the past, so shout out to any original theorist, but also I'm not exactly the greatest at remembering the direct lore of Dragon Age, and I'm also just dumb.

- So This-is-something-idk-what mentioned a potential theory where the archdemons were the Evanuris or the blighted gods, which I do admit is a very interesting term of phrase for Solas to use. While I'm not particularly against it, I have a few problems with it (which isn't exactly mean to attack this-is-something-idk-what). For one, the only god mentioned to be particularly associated with dragons is actual Mythal herself. I don't think this is a later revionisist take on the Elves part, when they began to directly associate different creatures to their gods potentially after Arlathan's fall, like Ghilan'nain's sacred animal being a halla. We know that Mythal was associated with dragons, even during the times of the ancient elves - the final scene with Solas and Mythal is notable with their depiction of a wolf howling on one side of the eluvian, and a dragon bowing it's head on the other. The only Evanuris, that I am aware of and what the wiki mentions, that is associated with dragons is Mythal. (Though, oddly enough, Elgar'nan, the head of the Evanuris, is notably without a sacred animal, being only noted to be symbolized with fire, light, and lightning, though I could imagine Mythal and him may have shared some elements of draconic influence.)

What I think may have lead to the establishment of the archdemons is primarily because of Mythal. According to the Veilfire Runes in the Deep Road:

"Hail Mythal, adjudicator and savior! She has struck down the pillars of the earth and rendered their demesne unto the People! Praise her name forever!"

We know that Mythal had a hand in slaying some of the Titans, and that the Evanuris halted expeditions after they acquired significant portions of Deep Roads, as the Veilfire Runes codex mentions:

For a moment, the scent of blood fills the air, and there is a vivid image of green vines growing and enveloping a sphere of fire. The vision grows dark. An aeon seems to pass. Then the runes crackle, as if filled with an angry energy. A new vision appears: elves collapsing caverns, sealing the Deep Roads with stone and magic. Terror, heart-pounding, ice-cold, as the last of the spells is cast.

That codex also makes mention that:

"What the Evanuris in their greed could unleash would end us all. Let this place be forgotten. Let no one wake its anger. The People must rise before their false gods destroy them all."

Who is making this claim is not entirely known. It is entirely possible it's a follower of Solas, but the codex doesn't give us much to go off, so I digress.

However, what I think it is interesting is that it is very likely Mythal herself, as the Elves retreated from the Deep Roads, established the dragons as a sort of safe guard against a potential attack from either the Titans, or whatever could be found that could threaten them as the codex talks about. Could it be the Blight? I'm not entirely sure. Some people have suggested that the Blight was made from the Elves, but I can also possible see that it has another originator, the Forgotten Ones - whom is curiously absent in discussion from Solas or from the recent DA material. As for the dragons...who else would place dragons, creatures of flight, who take to the heavens, within the binds of the earth? The presence of the potential archdemons all seem to point toward Mythal, though entirely why she did so is up in the air.

But that's not what I'm really trying to discuss. What I think Veilguard is utilizing the possible archdemons as seen in the Release Date trailer is something that was rarely touched upon, or kinda forgotten, in the fandom (but again, it's been nearly ten years since Trespasser, so it makes sense and we could had talked about it back then).

Solas mentions in Trespasser, at his bewilderment that Corypheus could actually succeed in unlocking his foci:

"I did not foresee a Tevinter magister having learned the secret of effective immortality."

How do we see Corypheus remain immortal? By corrupting an high dragon into his vessel. What is curious is that Solas says "the secret", and not a secret, as if the true way to remain effective immortal is to bind your life-source with another entity, powerful enough to retain it. Of course, Solas does say the Elves were immortal, all of them, but I assume that they could die or be in a state of inability. What we find with Flemeth and Mythal may hint that, which I'm like 90% was talked about in past theories. Why else would he refer to it as "effective" rather than simply "the secret of immortality". Because you don't have to technically worry about dying, even if your body is destroyed. You can simply possess another body.

Which leads me to also believe that to secure Mythal's complete dissolution, the Evanuris went beyond just attempting to kill Mythal. They went on an effective purge. It is my theory, not entirely backed I believe by any real source in the lore, that the vallaslin of ancient Elvhenan were not simply just be slave-markers, but points of restoration when an immortal died, as we have seen Corypheus have done in the Temple of Mythal. Though it could be argued that it is done through his usage of the Taint, similar to the jumping of souls of the archdemon, I am not entirely sure. After all, would Corypheus even need to learn that through the foci? Why would Solas mention it as an the secret of effective immortality? Given Flemeth-Mythal's tendency to jump into the bodies of her daughters when their older body begins to wan, I think it is less a utilization of the Taint and more an Elven invention in which Corypheus adopted, thanks to Solas' foci.

The Purge of the Mythalites seem to be implied in the Temple of Mythal in the Unreadable Elven Writing:

She shook the radiance of the stars, divided them into grains of light, then stored them in a shaft of gold. Andruil, blood and force, save us from the time this weapon is thrown. Your people pray to You. Spare us the moment we become Your sacrifice." There is a brief image of an elaborate golden spear, glowing with unbearable heat. Then it fades.

The full poem comes from both Andruil's Gift and the Unreadable Elven Writing:

She took the gathering storm, trapped its fury in golden limbs, and strung it with the screams of the south wind. Andruil, blood and force, your people pray to you. Grant that your eye may not fall upon us. Spare us the moment we become Your prey. She shook the radiance of the stars, divided them into grains of light, then stored them in a shaft of gold. Andruil, blood and force, save us from the time this weapon is thrown. Your people pray to You. Spare us the moment we become Your sacrifice.

I think it is clear, to keep Mythal from accessing a readily available form through her own practitioner-slaves, the Evanuris ordered and acted toward the slaughtering of Mythal's people, leaving her unable to access the world in a meaningful way until Flemeth (and possibly, if it is to believe, but by God I hope it is not true, Andraste).

Such, what we do find in Veilguard with the dragons/possible archdemons is the usage of the effective immortality Solas mentions in Trespasser. And it is very possible that the Evanuris are blighted, in someway, relating specifically to the Blight.

But again, this is a theory - put together in a short amount of time, at 11pm-12am, and I think my first in-depth Dragon Age theory, so please be gentle. 🥺🥺🥺

[nice-profession-mechanic]

While it's neat to see Braham's arc wrapping up with him doing his version of what he thought his Mom would do. Its also telling that Eir got that streak from the champion of coming-up-with-a-plan-that-might-kill-us-all:

Snaff

Spoilers for Edge of Destiny (Novel, 2010), Guild Wars 2 Base Game, Heart of Thorns, Living World Season 4, Icebrood Saga

While it might be hard to believe that Destiny's Edge was a particularly successful guild and if there was any reason to get the gang back together when outside of the dungeon stories the Pact seems to be doing more useful stuff in the base game's story, in Season 1 theyre almost all siffering from siccess and in Heart of Thorns they're all damseled (except for Caithe who has her 30k hurt comfort slash fiction come to a tragic end).

But before the base game: in the novel Edge of Destiny (which retells how the Guild was formed and their escapades until they broke up the first time) they had an astounding success rate that was unheard of before the commander took to the scene.

They succeed with 6 people what normally takes 50 players and a dozen NPCs to do in game: Kill a dragon's champion. They kill the champion of Zaitan, Primordus and Jormag (making the story from Icebrood Saga possible at all by vacating the position of Champion for Braham and Ryland to fill years later).

When they finally turned their attention to try and take down an Elder Dragon they got the inside scoop from Glint on a possible way to slay Kralkatorrik (who as this point in the story was still asleep).

Snaff had been using a magical mo-cap suit to control his golem and had found a way to reverse the magic to make people resistant to the tainting effects of dragon magic. And using the blood spilled from Kralkatorrik's last battle (that Glint had been so kind to collect and hold on to for several thousand years) found a way to use nothing but his mental fortitude and a stylish hat to wrestle the freshly awoken Elder Dragon out of the sky and bind him in place.

Just imagine that, the only characters we know that let their mind get anywhere near the core of a dragon lost all control of themself and were overwhelmed, essentially becoming thralls of the Dragon with their ego protecting itself in a corner of their mind. And then Snaff McBigBalls says, "While I've not tried to yet, it is possible that I can mentally armwrestle an Elder Dragon into submission. It would be bad science to not try."

And he succeeds.

As for why this actual titan of both magic and science isn't around and is barely mentioned in the base game? Cause that's the tragedy of Destiny's Edge, they arranged the most competent team of people Tyria had seen in years, and they forgot to not include Logan Thackery.

Logan bails mid fight against Kralk, the rest of the team is unable to maintain a defence around Snaff who is killed (doesnt stop mind wrestling Kralk the whole time, holding on each extra second in case thats all thats needed to deliver the final blow), Glint also dies here (Kralk has been meaning to kill her for a while and once they are free to move again they kill their own child). And the only one at the end who tries to pick up the pieces is Caithe. Who mirror's Glint's story and gathers up the crystallising blood from this fight with Kralkatorrik so when LWS4 comes around we have some to use it our second attempt on that guy's life (it also doesn't work, lets not kid ourselves, takes 3 real attempts to take the big laddie down).

So in the final story beat of Heart of Thorns where Trehearn asks you to kill him cause he can't stand up to the mental onslaught from Mordremoth, remember Snaff was in the same situation, but he was the one dominating the mind of an Elder Dragon.

He still did die though.

Eir takes this loss quite poorly as she was their big ideas lady. It was her plan to use Snaff's tech to pin the Dragon (her last plan to do a similar thing had gone way better). And these are the stories that Braham hears of Eir. Of taking the lead, sticking to your plans when they're a good plan, not asking other to make a sacrifice you're also not willing to make.

Things Eir and Snaff do that helps the plot later that the plot forgets to mention:

Push back the awakening of Primordus

Push back Jormag's influence from the areas near Hoelbrak

Show an Elder Dragon can be killed (if you bring more than 6 people)

Help Caithe get out of her abusive relationship

Give Zojja enough confidence that she gets a whole ascended armor set named after her

Put Zaitan on the back foot to prevent and incursion from Orr for several more years

If that was your mom, you'd throw yourself into danger too.

[cryptictongues]

Cruel

pairing: Barnabas Tharmr x Leviathan!Reader rating: Explicit (MINORS DNI; 18+) word count: 4.5k summary: You will be Barnabas's ruin.

warnings: porn with plot, unprotected sex, cunnilingus, praise kink, vaginal fingering, body worship, angst.

This was supposed to be an Enemies with Benefits type beat but lmao it shifted a little bit. Hope this kicks off the week for those that enjoy!

Spoilers from the very beginning of the game, as well as certain things about Barnabas you learn later in the game. Also, there are some references from FFXVI Ultimania. Explained some of that in a comment if interested!

There are a few lines used from the game in the beginning. I do not claim that I own those lines or anything that Square Enix has created.

[AO3 link]

Barnabas didn’t want to be here. Sitting here with Dhalmekian’s leaders as they list all the reasons that he should grant them his knights to fight against the Ironblood makes him mentally roll his eyes. He only accepted the invitation for this meeting to ensure the plan he has set forth is going as planned. All in its right place he tells himself.

“Did you not pledge your swords to our cause!? The Marshal yells, and all Barnabas can think of is how pathetic the Marshal is. Men begging for him to save them, as if they deserve saving. He feels Harbard take a defensive stance beside him, sword at the ready.

“Come now. Marshal–the king of Waloed is our guest.”

Silence spreads at that statement, as if they are remembering who it really was that they were in the presence of: Barnabas Tharmr, Warden of Ash and king of Waloed, and the Dominant of Odin… a Dominant that has slayed thousands upon thousands in battle with a single stroke of his blade. They knew not to step on his toes, or they too would seek the same fate, as well as a termination of allyship. 

Barnabas turns to Harbard, shaking his head and scoffing at their pleas. Harbard goes at ease and looks to the Dhalmekian leadership. “And you have His Majesty’s answer.”

Groans and sighs waft around the room, no words being spoken as everyone contemplates their next moves. Barnabas casts his eyes down, thinking about how everything is going. His goal for this meeting is to have Hugo Kupka take the field as Titan, needing him to take down the Shiva Dominant that the Ironblood have so she can be captured. He needs all of the Dominants in the right place for this to work, and if he gets her, then everything will be set. Well almost.

Most of the Dominants outside his circle are exactly where he needs them. Bahamut is out of the way, staying within his means of commanding the Sanbrequois forces. Ramuh is out playing “hero”, most likely nearby to try and retrieve the Shiva Dominant. The Phoenix is six feet under where he belongs.  All of this comes to fruition as the perfect vessel, his mythos, starts to come together. There is only one issue: you.

Leviathan, Goddess of Chaos. The one who should be by his side to bring on a new age. But you fail to see the bigger picture, and that has led you astray. It infuriates him. You infuriate him. It drives him mad that you could betray him, and potentially ruin everything he has laid out, yet still have a soft spot for you. It makes him sick to think that no matter how hard he tries to fight his urges, you are still able to make him remember that he is what he hates most: human.

Commotion returns his mental focus as he hears shouting coming from the hallway, blood curling screeches growing louder before everything falls silent again, aside from the footsteps approaching the double doors. Once the footsteps halt, the doors swing open… and there you are in all of your glory.

“Sorry to crash your meeting, my dear friends.” You say, bowing slightly, although Barnabas could tell it was in a mocking manner. 

He keeps his face stoic, but his insides churn at the sight of you. It has been a few years since his last encounter with you. You had left him ten years ago, leaving not a trace of your whereabouts. It had sent him spiraling, as you were the last person, he expected to turn against him. The next time he saw you was a couple years later when he arrived back from Storm to the shores of Waloed, and he saw you there by the ship port. His first emotions were anger for how dare you show your face. That was until you climbed aboard, dragged him to the lower deck, and had fucked him on the floors on the Einherjar. Then you disappeared again, seeming to find him a couple times a year since and the both of you would engage in a few rough rounds before departing again. There are many times in the beginning he contemplated getting rid of you, the sting of treason heavy on his heart, but he grew to accept this agreement. If it meant he could be close to you, to share some semblance of the past when you were his most avid supporter, it would be enough. The last time he saw you was three years ago up until now, a big gap of time spent compared to the others. On the inside, he was surprised, but you tend to have a way with your timing on things. 

You look older, but he still saw the radiance you allure, wearing a dark blue velvet gown that covers your every step. Collar bones exposed and skin glowing like the moon reflecting the sea. You are like a siren calling to him, and it was working because all Barnabas could think is how beautiful you are… and how cruel you could be all the same. Because he knew your presentation was for him, and that he would break. He always did.

You are standing by the table now, hands placed on top as you scan the room. Everyone looks shocked, not expecting surprise visitors, let alone a rogue Water Dominant. The reaction makes you smile; you love catching people by surprise. Your eyes land on Barnabas, and good stars above, he looks gorgeous. Chest slightly exposed, beautiful blue silk and black fabric in intricate form on his body. He really hasn’t aged a day. 

Finally, a member from the Dhlamekian council stands, taking an immediate defense posture. “I don’t know how you bested our men, but you are not welcome here. This is between us and the Waloeders.”

You shrug. “Well thank goodness that I am a Waloeder. Well, by blood at least.”

Benedikta snickers, an obvious grimace on her face. “And you chose to leave, therefore I don’t think you have business here.”

You turn to her, a wicked smile appearing on your face. You walk towards her, placing your hand on her face to caress her smooth skin. “Oh, but I do, Benna.”

“Keep your hands off of her.” You hear a growl from across the room, turning to see it is none other than Titan himself. You feign innocence. “Or what? Are you going to put your hands on me? It’s not nice to manhandle a lady.” You turn fully to him now, a smirk forming over your innocent gaze. “Not that I personally mind it.”

Barnabas internally growls at your notion, moving his hand to his chin to keep his jaw locked. The last thing he needs is for his facade to slip. 

You sense the Marshal stand, irritation clear on his face. “I’ll ask one more time to leave, or I’ll have my guards escort you out.”

You belt out a laugh. “What guards? Look around!” Your arms go to the air spread out, turning your torso from side to side to show that it is just them. That seems to set him off as he goes to walk towards you, seemingly wanting to throw you out himself. You can’t have that.

You put your hand out towards him, feeling the blood run through his veins before gripping your fist, causing the Marshal to stutter in his stance. He gasps in pain, grabbing at his chest as he tries to breathe. You throw your fist down by your side, sending him to the ground in a fetal position. You keep your grip as you walk to him, bending down as you place your other hand's fingers on his chin, lifting it up to look at him. You see he is struggling, and all you can do is tsk. “Know this: I could make you scream just like I did to your men out in the hall. Consider this a mercy.” You tap his face before releasing him, leaving him on the floor as he tries to gain his bearings. 

Your attention goes back to Hugo Kupka. “You may want to ready yourself, Titan. The Ironblood are invading Dhalmekian territory as we speak.”

Hugo’s face is stone, walking past Marshal and others to the door. “Kupka!” The Marshal chokes from the floor. Hugo doesn’t look his way as he replies. “The Ironblood will rue the day they set foot on Storm… this game is over.” 

He makes his exit, closely followed by Benedikta. You see her leave with confidence in her stride, very obvious that she is trying to prepare her facade. You chuckle at this new development. 

“Everyone out.” A stern voice says, and you turn to see it is none other than Barnabas, whose hard stare is on your form. 

Everyone is still, not knowing if they should listen as it is their territory after all. You, however, could care less. “Do the lot of you not understand signals? Get out.” You say sternly, command dripping from your voice. The council slowly makes their way out, afraid to talk against you due to what they witnessed. You hear them talking amongst themselves in disappointment, confusion, and curiosity, questioning what business Leviathan has with the mighty Odin. You turn your head towards the Lord Commander himself, watching him stay firmly in his spot. “That means you too, Harbard.” Barnabas dismisses him, and Harbard walks past you, smirking as he is the last one to exit. The doors shut and you face Barnabas. “It’s been a long time, Barney Boy.”

His face twists. He hates when you call him that. You walk towards him, commanding his attention as you sway your hips. “Awe, does the strong, dark King of Waloed not like being called that?” You walk slowly behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders. “Would you like me to call you something else, your majesty?” You draw out, hands running down to the inside of his royal blue undershirt. You lean down by his ear, taking a second to let your breath graze it as your left pointer finger traces the scar on his chest. “Would you like me to call you something endearing like my dearest?” You kiss under his ear, and he shivers. “Or…” you continue to kiss down his neck. “Would you like something a little more submissive like my pet?” You nip at his neck, and he grunts. 

He craves you in this way. When you left Waloed, left him, he struggled. He had been with several women since, but he always feels like he has to hold himself to the standard he’s set for himself. He could always be vulnerable with you, no matter if it was you in control or him. With you, he gives himself fully and he can’t say he ever regrets it even though you will be his ruin. He is sure of it.

You step back from him only to step into his line of vision, leaning against the table. You place your hand on his cheek, and he leans into its cool embrace, craving anything you would give him. “Someone seems touch starved. Is Benedikta not keeping you warm at night?” 

“Nobody will ever compare to you, no matter how cruel you are.” He speaks truthfully, turning his face into your palm to press his lips to the softness of your skin.

“Is that true? Because I know of someone, or rather something that seems to topple over me.”

He growls. “You know my relationship with my master is not the same as it is with you.”

Your hand moves from his cheek to grip his chin, holding it tightly as your eyes burn into his. “Are you sure? Because it seems every time we are in this situation, it’s my name you call out; like I am the one that can grant you salvation.” You bend down to kiss his forehead, whispering your next words against it. “It’s a shame I can’t seem to make that illusion stick.” 

You pull away and move to sit on the table. Your left foot is set on the arm of his chair, while your right one rubs against his muscular thigh. You love how muscular he is, his battle hungry body filling his clothes out deliciously, especially in his black trousers. Your foot moves past his thigh to his crotch, rubbing his bulge with little pressure. He is staring daggers at you, but you know he won’t do anything. He could have taken you in his arms and fucked you face down into the table if he wanted to, but he knows your command is law in these moments. Right now, you are his God. 

You push your foot slightly, causing him to buck into it with a sigh. “It’s okay though. I like to pretend, even if it is for a moment.” You set your right foot on the other side of the seat to settle on the arm rest. You pull your dress up, exposing yourself to him. 

Barnabas licks his lips. No matter how many times he’s had you, he will never get tired of how beautiful your womanhood is. His breath deepens, wanting so badly to touch you, but he knows the rules. You are in control.

“Did you want to touch me, Barnabas? It’s been a long time since you’ve had a taste, hasn’t it?” He mewls, nodding his head, hands clenching and unclenching to calm himself.

You smirk. You know him like the back of your hand. You know what he wants, and you are going to give it to him. “Go ahead, my darling. Claim your prize.”

There is hesitation on Barnabas’s half. It isn’t like you to give in so easily. You will toy with him until he is begging for you to let him touch and taste you. You would make him watch as you pleasure yourself, letting the sweetest gasps fall from your lips. You wouldn’t let him have what he wants until there is visible evidence of your essence dripping from your fingers. You see his hesitation and you giggle. “There is no catch, my dear. This is all for you. Indulge in me, worship me, for I know it is what you crave.” You lift your foot again, this time putting it on his shoulder to edge him forward. He simply cannot refuse.

He reaches forward, his big hands starting from your calves to your thighs, gripping the flesh as he brings himself forward. He places kisses on your thighs, giving small nips only to lick them right after. He takes his time with you, worshiping you like you deserve, making sure to convey his devotion to you as your encouragements reach his ears.

“You revere me so much, don’t you? You are doing a wonderful job at showing that.” You purr, using one hand to run through his dark locks. “But I want those pretty lips to worship me where I will be brought to ruin. Will you worship me there?”

He looks up to you, steel blue eyes stirring with his need to praise you. “I will do as you wish, my Goddess.” He goes in, securing your legs over his shoulders, and letting his tongue sing praises against your delicious cunt.

“You are such a good boy.” You mewl, gripping his hair as your other hand holds you up so you can watch him please you. All you can think is how beautiful he looks in his submissive state, an absolute juxtaposition to the battle hungry maniac he is. 

His hold on you tightens, his actions becoming more relentless the more you praise him and the more your essence starts to make its way onto his tongue. He moans into your pussy, lapping at your clit with vigor. He has had many women on his tongue, more as a way of getting them ready for his own selfish pleasure. No one has ever compared to flavor, for he yearns for you to fall apart on his mouth. To know that he is the one to bring you to completion makes his blood pump strongly through his veins, going right to his manhood. 

Your noises grow louder, becoming apparent that your release is calling to him to give you what you need. He takes his right pointer and middle fingers to your heat, sinking them in as his tongue worships your clit. He feels your hold on his hair grow stronger, and his moan against you with the fast work of his fingers signals your finish. You cry out, thighs squeezing around his head as he rides your orgasm out. He slurps the sweet liquid dripping around his fingers, letting you calm down as your breaths echo throughout the room. 

You pull his head up, hard enough to the point where he is now standing in between your legs. You are both staring at each other, both breathing heavily waiting for each other’s next set of commands and moves. You stare at his lips, glittering with your essence. Your resolve is breaking down, your want to do what you haven’t done in many years taking hold of your heart. 

Barnabas is waiting for you to tell him what you want from him next when gravity seems to shift as you pull him down, your lips pressing against his in hunger. Time seems to still, his mind going insane as your lovely lips move against his. Something he noticed in previous meetings is that you would never kiss him. Whenever he would go in to kiss you, you would avoid saying he was undeserving of that kind of affection from you. The last time he had kissed you was not long before you left. It has been ten long years since he received this blessing, and rather than thinking about what has changed, he loses himself in you wanting to make up for all the times he wasn’t allowed to love you like this. 

His hands grab your face, holding it in place as he escalates his kisses. The callused skin of his palms feels good on your cheeks, the roughness causing you to latch your hands to his top attire. You wrap your legs around his hips, pulling him on top of you as you deepen your kiss with him. His bulge is right up against your wet cunt, and he softly grinds into you. The feeling feels good on both ends, both of you capturing each other’s gasps and choked moans as things get heavier and more intense. 

You pull away, placing both hands onto his cheeks as you look at him. The emotions swirling in his gaze are almost too much to bear, and if you want to do this right, you cannot be sucked into them. You won’t let that happen. 

“Make love to me, my darling. Please.” You whisper. 

He is fast to lower his trousers enough to release his cock, lowering his face to yours to kiss you again as he sinks into your warm heat. You whimper, his cock stretching you out in an exquisite way. It has been a very long time since you’ve had him on top of you like this, and you will burn this into your memory for all time.

Barnabas picks up the pace slightly, letting go of your lips to trail wet kisses down your neck. He sucks harshly where your neck and left clavicle meet, the need to mark you infiltrating his soul. He missed loving you like this. He can’t believe you are allowing this. For so long, it has been you to have your way with him, to have complete control over the situation. In any other instance, if he had instigated this, you would have punished him till kingdom come. But you started this. You allowed this. It is now the both of you engaging with each other how you both used to. It is too good to be true. 

If only he knew that it was.

He keeps leaving marks on your neck, painting the beautiful picture that you are his to mark. He is pumping his cock in you in deep strokes, reaching every depth of your cunt that sends you reeling. His hands travel down to your breasts, squeezing through the velvet of your dress which makes your nipples rub against the fabric. You hum in approval, bringing your hands to the collar of his undershirt to move it aside, bringing your mouth to his chest, the both of you now marking each other as you both reach the edge together. 

Barnabas is fucking you full force now, his right hand pulling your head back as his mouth leaves your now marked body. His lips meet yours again, praises and whispers of affirmation leaving each other in the same breaths.

“Release for me, my Goddess.” He breathes into you. “Bring me to ruin.”

You cry out against his lips, your walls squeezing his cock as you cum for him. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him against you as he releases during your high. He draws in and out, slowing down as his cock becomes more sensitive by the second. Once the both of you are down, he releases your lips, heavy breaths and stares exchanged in the aftermath. He groans as he pulls out of you fully, causing you to sigh at the emptiness, letting your legs unravel from his hips to dangle against the table. 

You work to calm yourself down, needing to get yourself together before you do anything else. Your eyes shut, focusing your mind on your next moves. You know what you need to do, yet you didn’t realize cutting off your boundaries would make this much harder. It has to be done. 

You sit up to see he has fixed himself up and is staring at you with what you can only see is hope. It makes your chest pang a little harder, knowing what you are about to do will sever your ties with him for good.

You move off the table, situating yourself so your gown is smoothed out and looking somewhat presentable. As you are doing this, you see his feet reach your line of sight. You look up and he is directly in front of you. His eyes are soft yet holding back. He is smiling down at you, and it makes your heart flip. You want so badly to confirm you are here to stay, but that is far from the truth.

“What’s changed?” He breathes out. “This isn’t like you. I feel as if I’m back in the past; back to how things should be.”

Your gaze stays down, working up the courage to say what you came to say. His hand comes to your chin, mimicking how you had gripped his chin earlier, and lifted your face to his. He is examining you, not understanding why you don’t seem happier. “You are usually so cruel to me, making me earn my servitude. But most of all, you haven’t blessed me with your kisses in a decade. So, I’ll ask again, what’s changed?”

You sigh, stepping back from him. His hand is still out, confusion taking over his features at your mannerisms. Your confident gaze is set back onto your face, not wanting to potentially give into him. “This is a goodbye.”

“A goodbye? Meaning what?” Barnabas asks, his tone shifting slightly, his brows knit together.

“I’m leaving Valisthea… for good.” You admit.

His blood runs cold. Leaving? What could you possibly mean by that?

You watch his features shift once more, only this time it snaps your heart in two. He is scared; you can see that very clearly. It is the scared look of a boy, as you know deep down that is who Barnabas is: a lonely, scared boy. You continue. “Things around here are getting worse with the Blight and the ridiculous wars you and everyone else seem to lash out with. Countless lives lost to them. It is barbaric, and this place is no longer a place I can proudly call a home.”

“My biggest reason is that I cannot live in a place where you exist.” Your voice shakes. 

“Exist?” He chokes out.

You smile, a hint of sadness complimenting it. “The way you want the world based on how your god wants it will not only destroy everyone, but it will also destroy you. I will not stay to bear witness to it.”

“You know that this is the only way to salvation.” Barnabas says above a whisper, not wanting to give away his motives, but he knows it is futile. He knows you are smarter than that. 

You laugh, sorrow building in your chest. “If your plan to have us enslaved by that thing you call a god is salvation, then I’d rather be dead.” 

The next thing you feel is your back hitting the wall, Barnabas pushing himself into you as he holds your head in his rough hands, eyes staring at you belligerently. The scared boy you saw from the deep dwellings of his heart vanishing before your eyes. “We have always belonged to one another, ____. We can build a world that no man could ever dream of seeing.”

This sends you into a spiral, causing you to laugh maniacally. “I have always belonged to you, but you have never fully belonged to me.” You push him off of you, leering at him as you can feel yourself starting to rage. “You were the only one who could bring me to my knees, but I am not the only one that can bring you to yours.”

You rush towards him, pushing him into the table with your hand on his throat. “Remember this, Barnabas.” You seethe. “You may hate mankind, but under all of your disdain, you are still nothing but a man. Not even being Akashic can change that.” 

You feel him try to turn you over, but as soon as you feel him move you grip your free hand, making him stop in his tracks as he groans out in pain. You make his blood run slowly, having it flow away from his hands and feet to make them go cold. “Do you forget who you are dealing with? Your god made my Eikon the strongest. That was his first mistake because unlike you I am not a sheep in wolf's clothing. I will not stay to be his puppet.”

You let him go, backing away as he drops to his knees, numbness in his limbs as the blood slowly returns. “For your sake, Barnabas, I hope you find peace as I understand your need to avenge, but I will not stay for the finale.”

You kneel, looking at how pitiful he looks. “I do love you. And because I do, I must save myself the heartache that I will never be able to change your mind. Goodbye, Barnabas.” 

You stand back up and turn away, walking to the doors and out of his life for good. Barnabas coughs, hitting the cold floor with his fist to calm the anguish that repeatedly suffocates him because now he really is alone.

If only you knew that his attempts to keep you here weren’t for ulterior motives… he just wanted you to stay.

[sifya]

Reaction to Penelope who sides with Titans.

I like to write a fic one day, but these are some reaction that doesn't follow an order. For example Mel is some it is more compassionate other would kill penelope if she got possibiliy.

First meeting between Penelope and Mel is dream reality, where Penelope is using fates loom to unwearing destinity. She went with name of nobody.

Mel: Nodoby, did you do something to Circe?

Nobody: Who, me? I just reveal her true colours.

Mel: You turned her in donkey.

Nodoby: Ah.

Penelope/ Deception weaver. After some fighting after Mel has figured out Nobody’s identity.

Penelope: Revenge? In part you are right young lady ,but it isn’t only reason.

We, mortals are able to hurt ourselves but also to fight back our abusers.

But this isn't possible with Gods.

Helene,Clytemnestra , Picus, Medusa, Scylla, Pandora, all Troy ... my husband... we cannot defend ourselves from scheme and petty reasons of immortals.

And there are people like me who can only watch our beloveds getting destroyed.

Being a mere watcher, as peril close in on those he hold dear. The despair and terror of being helpless. Compared to slaying the gods is more agonising.

Penelope: I knew your brother, such kind man, I had the honour to be her friend and making first offer to him as God.

Melinoe: I thought you hate all gods.

Penelope: He was different; caring but determined as life itself … he was god of mortals, he would have a great leader…

Melinoe: Leader? What are you talking?

Penelope: Chronos hasn’t freed himself, and satyrs aren’t so smart. Do you wonder how hecate all hades house wasn’t prepared by Chronos’ evasion despite this kingdom is prison for titans.

There is traitor, a special one who take benefit of fall of house.

Keep your friends and family closer and traitors would show up.

Penelope: When I see you it hurts, because I don’t see the god would care of mortal but prideful Olympic.

Your brother would be ashamed of you.

Medea: So the new witch who turns Circe in fearful donkey is queen Penelope. I like her style and how she defends what is her.

Aren't you talking of Odysseus? They have split up! He told himself; he cheated on her and they are amicable.

Medea: No witch with self-respect would spare a cheater. She is not like begging for him back and shaming the evil temptress.

She revenged her husband.

Melinoe: But...

Medea, sadly: They both fought with blood and sweat for their marriage, no like me who was the only trying to save a falling ship.

Nemesis: I don't get why you are so angry for Circe. Queen Penelope has just make retribution.

Melinoe: First she deceived her by faking friendship for learning her magic arts who Hecate bans to share to outside.

Nemesis: That’s Circe's problem.

Melinoe, more annoyed: Then Penelope turned Circe in a donkey and making her been chased by dogs.

Nemesis: It is something witches usually do. The queen of Ithaca is a witch now, why is she not allowed?

Melinoe: First she stole our arts, second she used against a fellow witch.

Nemesis: I don't believe witches has never been fighting each other. You are angry because she gives a perfect retribution.

Mel: Why did you think that fake witch has given just retribution.

Nemesis: Circe has abused of her power for years turning rivals in monsters, people who reject her in animals, and unlucky sailors in cattle. They have to feel helpless, trapped in cage that was their new bodies.

The weaver by making Circe a prey that was chased by predators was only way she could understand her actions.

Mel: Despite Circe came back in her truth form she is still so scared and anxious ...

Nemesis: Like people she hurt. That is retribution.

Mel: I have some question on Penelope, why nobody mentions it a capable warrior. I hate to admit but she is giving me problems when we face in dream reality.

Odysseus: She is a Spartan princess, here women learn to use weapons. Her favourite weapon is dagger.

Mel looks Odysseus ‘ dagger in his hard but decided to leave for moment.

Melinoe: So why didn't she kill her suitors, it would be easy than her weaving trick.

Od: Despite her capacity she didn't have an army, I brought it with me to Troy, second she wasn't allowed

to act that way I was. So she had to keep everyone calm or it would end in bloodbath for everybody.

Melinoe: But she was queen!

Odysseus: Mortal world isn't nice with women, goddess.

Scylla: Oh my you are here. We are preparing for our next song:

Deception weaver! For beautiful, amazing and talented commander of Chronos.

Scylla brushing: Penelope who has given taste of her medicine to Circe. And she loves our songs.

After defending Scylla or losing to her: I don't know if sharing to Od, him and Penelope has same taste in music, or the fact Scylla has crush on her.

After some fighting with Prometheus and Penelope.

Od: So, can I ask you a favour, goddess.

Mel: Yes tell me.

Od: Based on my report and gossips

Mel, confused: Gossips?

Od: the most trusted commanders, Prometheus and Deception weaver look very close. Is there something romantic going on?

Mel: OD?! Are you asking for strategy or...

OD giving a nervous laugh: No! No! Me jealous?! I mean we aren’t together anymore.

Mel: I have said nothing.

Od more nervous not listening: Or course she has moved on and she can have someone better, but competing with hero of humanity...

Mel decided to leave: I think they just really respect each other, I would ask them next time, if they aren't too busy to kill me.

Mel: are you and titan close.

Penelope: I don't think I have to answer this question.

Penelope under her breath: That idiot!

Mel: Penelope has bow, that resembled the one described by poem.

Od: Yes it is.

Mel: Well, I always think you haven't just lost your bow like you told me when I was child, so how it happened.

Od: The day when she asked me to join the Titans... the day I lost her she left one of her dagger, she asked to give it back, face to face if i change my mind, so I gave my bow with the same meaning.

MeL: But no ones of you can give up your stand.

Od: Yeah, I lost the count of years of that day.

"Being a mere watcher, as peril close in on those he hold dear. The despair and terror of being helpless. Compared to slaying the gods is more agonising."

this sentence is from mango one within the vilainess read it!

[gotstabbedbyapen]

THE QUEEN IS HERE!!! (and the others too, I guess)

Spoiler Alert!!!!!

(but if you ignore the warning you might have a little treat 😉)

Let me scream right off the bat because Queen Demeter is slaying in episode 6. I love my queen <333

Also, Demeter and Hades teaming up for Persephone and revenging the gods who wronged them? It's unexpected but understandable. They both love Persephone and cannot share her in peace, so they will rule together and all have their time with her. The scene tries to make Demeter look like a pestering mother-in-law but I'm all rooting for her. Her voice and sinisterness is sooooo good like YES MOMMY PLEASE BURY ME 😍😍😍

Okay, now let's talk about Heron. I love that he doesn't forgive the villagers who mistreated his mother but still have sympathy for the innocent women and children. If they made him forgive them easily I would scream but turns out no, BOZ did good with this one.

Heron powering up last minute to beat the Keres is cliche but I'll let it slide because I have other matters to nitpick (also Alexia snapping Heron out of his lightning intoxication reminds me of Katara calming Aang down from his Avatar state). And Heron threatening the last Keres? Gary Stu but still badass AF. Home boy is not letting people stepping on him anymore but he still cares for the people.

I know everyone finds him boring but I feel really bad for Heron in here. The pain of losing your dear mother drives you to want to die and join her again.

And Heron - Seraphim's reunion? Heart-warming and hear-breaking. They are similar and shared more pain than they would think.

"Only three things can cause the pain in his eyes. Love, war, and the gods. And he looks like he's had his fair share of all three."

This applies to both brothers actually. They lost their loved ones, they'd been through the war between the gods and the titans, and they were like the pawns of the gods.

The short moment Heron and Seraphim had together was golden. I love it.

Also why did they design Iris like one of the Christian angels???

No!!! Iris is one of the messengers of the Olympians, not the Primordials! She served as Hera's handmaiden!!!! WHY DIDN'T THEY LET HER BE HERA'S RIGHT-HAND WOMAN IN SEASON 1????

UGH!!!

They kinda ruin my sister trio :( Persephone and Athena, to be exact.

Why do they have to make Persephone on bad blood with Athena??? They are childhood friends (in the myths) why do they talk like they have always been at each other's throat? Seriously, Persephone has a good relationship with most other gods, why does people always think she hates them???

I get that Athena always put Olympus first like Persephone loves the Underworld so they are tensed but it would have interesting if they were torn between their duty and their friendship. But it's a me thing.

Ah, I'm getting a bit ahead of myself there. We haven't talked about Demeter trying to poison the earth yet.

I know TOO WELL the producer is trying to make Demeter the bigger bad so Hades will look better in comparison. Hades even tries to protest her evil scheme (but that will only shows his hypocrisy in the last episode, we'll get there later)

I'm mad that BOZ paints Demeter in a bad light. But you know what?

At this point, fuck it.

I will root for her even as a big bad villain. I will support Queen Demeter's right and wrong. If Hera and Seraphim almost destroys the world and y'all still love them, I will love my queen even when she tries to poison the world.

Now let me show you why the Olympian sisters are ✨ MAJESTIC ✨ when they commit crimes so ooh la la~~~

Yes, my queen. Please poison me with your plants :333

I love you too, my destructive queen of the Heavens ❤️

And I love you three, my fire queen 🔥 Please keep burning your enemy to ash 🥰🥰🥰

Still hungry for more women?

The Amazonians are hereeeeeee!!!

Yeah, Heron and the gang meet them when fighting Talos. Nice nod to the mythical robot and the hydra, though the latter serves little purpose other than a little inconvenience.

But at least we have some back story of Alexia! Her moment with her aunt is brief but very touching :DDD

And it's really nice to show how the world is going upside down when Zeus the god of order is now gone. Though I really wish they would display his role as keeper of order more in SS1.

Oh, you made it this far?

Have an additional treat!

BABY ZEUS!!!!!!

YOUNG ZEUS!!!!!!

PRE-TITANOMACHY ZEUS!!!!!!

Yummy 😋

[mariafell]

Bodies (FFXIV Piece)

words: 680

warnings: heavy death themes/depictions of dead bodies + blood . the whole thing is from the perspective of a traumatized 14 year old, if that bothers you

notes: A Realm Reborn spoilers!

The inhabitants of the Waking Sands were dead. How could this have happened? No person wanted to know the answer more than Maria.

Of course she knew how it went down. The power of the Echo gave her this knowledge, reliving the last moments of the Scions of the Seventh Dawn. She learned all that happened, and knew Minfilia and others were amongst the few survivors. But even they were captured.

But that was the way it happened. That wasn't an answer for why.

Having been sent to seek refuge in a church in Camp Drybone, she now returned to the Waking Sands to collect bodies. The bodies of her friends. Those at the church suggested it could give her closure.

Maria's expression was unreadable as she gazed down at some of the corpses…No, the bodies. She'd continue to refer to them as bodies, no matter how repetitive it might end up sounding. "Corpses" was too much. Too harsh. Too blunt.

She took a deep breath, lifting her head to stare ahead a moment, then looked back down. Her gaze became more tense. Would this truly give her closure? There was still blood on the fallen. Dried, but present from their fatal wounds

"What's the matter?" A voice interrupted her thoughts. It was the carriage driver that would take the deceased to be buried at the church, having now come over to find out what was taking so long. He was impatient and uncaring at the sight of the carnage. "Can you carry them or not? Don't waste my time with…"

Maria looked up at him. She didn't know what she looked like, but the driver pedaled back right away.

"...'Course, take your time."

"No, it's okay." Maria looked back down. She moved to lift up one of the fallen. Despite her size as a young lalafell, Maria's paladin strength was unwavering. She could only pick one up at a time, but that was fine. She didn't want to treat them like easy cargo, even if their feet dragged on the ground.

It was autopilot from the start. She ignored anything else. By the time she managed the last person…She might not have been able to tell you what happened between the first and last.

Was this closure? She just felt numb.

At last, Maria came to the last body. It was not an average humanoid being, but rather a fae-like being that might've been made of plants. This was Noraxia, a Sylph who had decided to join the Scions on what seemed like a bit of a whim.

That decision had cost her. When Maria had arrived at the Waking Sands, Noraxia was barely alive. Noraxia had stayed alive that long, in pain and increasing weakness, all to make sure she saw Maria to relay a message.

Noraxia was small. She wasn't much bigger, or perhaps a similar size to, Maria herself. She would be much easier to carry.

The lalafell kneeled, quietly scooping the sylph into her arms. At first, Noraxia's head was limp over her forearm, but…Maria shifted to support it, instead. She stood up.

"Miss." The driver was interrupting again. "Are you sure you can do this…?"

"It's the…" Maria's voice was croaky now. She shook her head. "It's the least Maria can do." She began walking to the carriage.

"...Maria, you said?" The driver blinked. "Hey…Aren't you that paladin who slayed Ifrit and Titan? Why'd you task yourself with this odd job?"

"It's the least Maria can do." She repeated. She gently rested Noraxia's head down in the back of the carriage, giving the poor sylph a pet on the head. "...She didn't know them well enough. She should've spent more time with them."

"Eh?"

"...Maria said nothing. Maria will let you go now, sir."

"Hey, wait…"

Maria climbed slowly down from the carriage. "Be nice to them and drive nicely, okay?"

"...Right…"

And in a few moments, she would say goodbye for good to the bodies, watching the carriage go while tears began to stream down her soft, childlike cheeks. She didn't really notice.

[insanelyadd]

I’ve a feeling that Collector’s resentment of their siblings due to their imprisonment for hundreds of thousands, possibly millions of years would not probably never go away. We’d like to think that amount of time wouldn’t be anything to a being as old as the universe, a mere drop in the ocean, but… it could very well be the opposite.

Quoting Dream of the Endless, from Neil Gaiman’s “The Sandman”:

“Can you have any idea what it was like? Can you have any idea? Confined in a glass box for three score years and ten. A human lifetime. Time moves no faster for my kind than it does for humanity, and in prison it crawled at a snail's pace.”

And Dream was only trapped for a few decades.

On another topic, I can see Collector seeing Luz as a much healthier big sister figure (he probably already sees King as a big brother). Reached out to them despite everything they did, and even sacrificed herself to protect them. Odds are, at least one of their siblings are going to become very spiteful of that, especially since Collector might potentially disown them for leaving them behind. Might even try to find the first excuse to end her…

“Oh, this mortal was given the Titan’s power! Abd there’s tiny residual energy from it in her body! We’d best kill her, or she’ll become half-Titan again and try to kill us! Whoopsy, them’s the breaks! Sorry, Collie!”

Oh, I don't think they were imprisoned for that long. I have some evidence to support this, so I hope you don't mind me rambling about my timeline a bit in this answer.

I think the Collector was imprisoned for 2-5 thousand years and no more than that. Bat queen very obviously was the Titan's palisman and very much was the one who built King’s island and she said it's only been thousands of years, not tens of or hundreds of thousands. King was also incubating this entire time. Also, Bill. Bill claims to have been alive to see Papa Titan die, which means he must be as old as they have been dead plus a decade or so. Since he never personally slayed any Titans, I hc he was a child during this time, and I also HC that he managed to be long lived because. Well, it's quite morbid and horrifying, but hunters do normally eat the meat of the creatures they kill. And that's how I think he could have lived for thousands of years.

Also yeah he absolutely should feel resentful towards them, since they completely fucked up everything. Personally, I feel a bit merciful about his time imprisoned, and I usually imagine that until a tablet is activated, they are completely in stasis, a dreamless sleep. If the activated tablet is destroyed and no other tablet is active, then they go back into stasis. I HC it this way because the tablet feels like a Titan made Collection spell, and Collection spells keep the Collected in stasis. Still, there was a significant amount of non-stasis time with just Belos, which is perhaps 5x longer than what Dream went through in Sandman, with my current favored estimate being 350.

You're so right, I'm sure the Collector feels like King and Luz are like siblings to him. But he might also want to not associate them that way because of past experiences.

I think, though, that the Collector is prone to being easy to forgive, and if the circumstances are right, he might forgive his siblings. Depending on your characterization of the four of them, one to all might qualify for life shattering betrayal forgiveness (infomercial voice). Like with my own interpretation of the Archivists, Satellite and Solari were both young teens when everything happened, they had no say in what happened, they argued against what the elder two chose, and they would give up everything to keep their brother safe. Especially since their plan for if their brother returns is to take him and run away from Crescent and Penumbra. I think the Collector might forgive them.

I mean, he forgave belos who lied to and manipulated him for hundreds of years, who attempted to kill him basically, who did it all again just a few hours before he tried forgiving him. It's a reoccurring character flaw, but I think if any of the Archivists would turn against the others for the Collector and/or didn't participate in what happened to the Titans, then there might be a bit worth forgiving? Since at least then, he'd have people to live with who can raise him without worry they would die before he physically ages even a single year (that's a lot of pain for a small child).

They're far too young to be living on their own. It's not good for childhood development to be without a caretaker.

But if your version of the Archivists aren't worth forgiving then. Well. Obviously, he's justified for being as resentful as he wants to be and never forgiving them. This is still the case even if some turn out to not be completely vile bastards, but the Collector’s endless forgiveness and trust just doesn't show up at all wrt to his terrible siblings. Because they still were horrible to them.

My interpretation is just one where there may be room to forgive two of the four, mostly for practical reasons like the protagonists of the series being far better off fighting only two adult Collectors especially if they have the help of another two (though they might, justifiably, not be warmly welcomed to stay or drop by whenever they want). And also, genuinely by complete coincidence, their backstories and actions all sort of put them in a gradient of culpability for their terrible atrocities, and the twins just both happen to be on the low end, with Satellite being the absolute least evil.

[jankwritten]

jasico bingo challenge: crossover

Nico tries extra hard to keep his ears still as the humans descend to the surface. 

His suspicion is reasonable, even if Leader keeps snapping at him to reel his emotions in. Nico might be young, but he isn’t naive. He’s heard whispers throughout the universe of what humans do to each other, do to their planet, for the sake of greed and power. 

In his not so humble opinion, humans and Galra are not different in the slightest. If humanity had even a sliver of the technology that exists this far out in the cosmos, Nico’s positive they’d have two empires to overthrow. 

Tucked near the back of the group (likely to hide his obvious opposition to this alliance), Nico can only kind of hear what the human donning black armor says to Leader on his approach. His handshake looks solid enough. 

“That’s the one who was captured,” Hazel whispers to him, always flanking his side. Her fingers curl around his forearm, digging in. “He’s dangerous. Titan Slayer.” 

Nico can’t stop his ears from swiveling flat. He wishes he had the facade of his mask to hide behind, so he could bare his teeth in displeasure. 

He knows of the Titan Slayer. One of the only survivors of Kronos’s coliseum. A being so wholly destructive, so eager for blood, he was rumored to feast on the remains of those he slayed. 

“I thought he’d be taller,” Nico mutters back. 

Hazel snorts, just loud enough that Leader’s right-hand woman turns on her heel and stakes them with an evil eye. 

The Paladins, so called defenders of the universe, are the sort of lively that Nico associates with space madness. A chaos created by a mind untethered. The one dressed in red sticks by the Titan Slayer and speaks to him so fast, Nico’s translators can hardly keep up. The one in green and the one in yellow monitor the edges of the room, observing from a distance, occasionally peeling apart some piece of technology that they then stitch back together before someone of importance catches them. The blue one is the friendliest to the Blades, though it doesn’t earn her much, in Nico’s books. She speaks as if they’re all equals here. It puts his teeth on edge. 

“Quit your brooding,” Melinoe says. She tugs once on Nico’s hood, then wraps her arm around him when he’s off balance, holding him hostage to her side. “You don’t have to like them, but you have to respect them.” 

“Do I?” Nico mutters, bitter. What have these Paladins done to earn his respect, aside from endangering some of their most vital members, threatening their whole network of undercover agents within the Empire? 

“If you ever want to be off base again you do,” Melinoe says. She flashes her teeth at him and nips not-so-playfully at his ear. “Your choice, kitling.” 

“Don’t call me that.” 

“I call you whatever I like.” 

Nico’s ears flatten down as he slumps, folding his arms across his chest, glaring daggers in the opposite direction. 

Melinoe’s laugh is more of a bark, hard and ringing. 

As the base lights begin to dim in preparation for the sleep-sequence, Nico escapes the still ongoing welcome celebration for the more secluded decks. He’s sure his disappearance will be noted, but Leader can’t hold it against him if his excuse is habit and schedule. Nico has hardly slept well a day in his life, but he always goes to bed on time. 

This cycle, he taps into one of the common areas and slouches onto the plush cushioning arranged by whomever used the room last. He doesn’t want to go to his own room yet, worn out as he is. He needs to keep an eye out. It seems everyone else is swept up in the revelry of their guests, but Nico isn’t fooled. 

In the common area, he’ll be able to hear unfamiliar, human footfalls coming or going. He can remain on his guard in an open area. His room would just feel claustrophobic. 

Arranging himself so the entrance remain within sight, Nico finally allows himself to relax just the slightest bit into the comfortable cradle of cushion. 

He snaps awake to the sound of the doors wooshing shut. 

The Titan Slayer blinks at him. “Oh,” he says, in that strange, human tone. “Sorry. I- didn’t know, uhm, someone was here.” 

Nico bristles, unable to keep himself from going on the offensive. His shoulder hike, and he bares his teeth. 

“I’ll just go,” The Titan Slayer says. He puts his hands up. “My bad.” 

“You are sneaking,” Nico hisses, rising to his feet. He’s still in his armor. If he needs to, he can yank his hood on and strike fast, strike hard. Strike first. 

“I was just trying to find some water.” The Titan Slayer keeps his hands up, perhaps a defense? “I’ll go back to my quarters.” 

“I will follow,” Nico says. The Titan Slayer’s eyes widen slightly, as if shocked. Nico wants so badly to bare his teeth. “To make sure you find your way.” 

The human lowers his hands, finally. He tips his head forward in a nod not dissimilar to those given in respect to commanders, generals. “I’d appreciate that,” The Titan Slayer says. 

Though he takes the long way, there are no deviations from the path the paladin leads back to the guest quarters - a sliver of space set up with cots, furnished just enough to feel better than nothing. 

Nico watches from the doorway as the Titan Slayer pads near-silently to the empty cot across the room, between two of the others. The yellow and blue, Nico thinks. They look smaller without armor. 

The Titan Slayer looks up at him. If he’s surprised to see Nico still there, he does not say. Instead, in the otherwise silent space, he murmurs, “I look forward to working with you. I don’t believe I caught your name?” 

The translator catches for a moment over the word name, though the translation suits Nico fine. A name is not a title. There is not much to giving it. 

“Nico,” he says, gruff and short. 

The Titan Slayer smiles, that strange, bare human expression. “I’m Jason,” he says. “It’s nice to meet you, Nico.” 

Nico narrows his eyes suspiciously, parsing apart the tone, the word choice. To meet under these circumstances is not nice. What games do the humans play with their words? To lie so blatantly? 

“We will see,” Nico says. He steps backward through the still-open doorway, refusing to look away from the Titan Slayer. Jason. Danger. 

The door hisses shut. 

[thatonesquintern13]

📺 | the way home - season one

live blogging a season one rewatch so i can remember everything for season two ���

episode one - mothers and daughters:

• i hope this show goes on forever bc they clearly have a full story planned for this witch hunt

• honestly forgot about this private school situation

• dad’s suck!

• do we learn about the “one hit” orrr

• chyler leigh in glasses. that’s it that’s the thought.

• “fReEs yOu Up fOr sOmE hOmEsChoOliNg” hey why don’t you hush.

• nah bc these two are like… not even divorced yet and his gf already moved in with him? i’d set the fire alarm off too

• oh the one hit was last year’s showcase

• hallmark letting a “damned” into the script. big slay

• i do really appreciate that young dell is just andie macdowell in a dark wig.

• sorry but it’s kinda a dream to have a farm in ‘nowhere canada’ to escape to, alice.

• i love generational mommy issues 😌

• one thing about andie macdowell, that accent’s gon’ be thicc

• wet dog foreshadowing 👀

• moving in the middle of the school year is wild

• omg and a “what the hell” !!

• mystery letter 😈 (i only vaguely remember how it got sent so excited to relearn that)

• the glow-in-the-dark ceiling stars 🥺

• LMAO OKAY dell was wrong for sending her out in her pjs but it was funny hehe 🤭

• ELLIOT!!!!

• “you got a lot in common… what with your divorces.” dell that’s so southern of you

• “and me?” OOF

• dell landry: bee keeping age 😗

• fair that kat wants to talk about her brother and dad but didn’t she also…. like. leave?? 🥴

• “if you ever need to talk i’m here. any place. any… time.” very subtle elliot thank you

• ohp. guess that’s why i don’t remember the bracelet. so rose from titanic of her

• wait that’s literally how she gets in the pond ?? okay that’s on me then.

• baby kat!! (A+ casting btw 🤌🏽)

• i could not imagine sitting on TIME TRAVEL for over 14 years. good on elliot

• elliot and kat better get back together in like the first 2 minutes of s2 🤧

• baby elliot!

• as someone who lost their grandpa when i was really young, alice meeting her grandpa and their whole relationship just hits different 🥺

• no bc the 90s ARE totally back in style.

• “alice will be fine.” “jacob wasn’t.” he was 6, girl 😭

• the white witch 😟 (me: wait why am i gasping i already knew that.)

• the blurry picture is actually very clever!

• elliot just standing over the pond ominously 🧍🏻‍♂️

• idk why but i love that kat called him to yell at him.

• kat, he just knows, okay!!

fin.