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kirammanswifey · 2 days ago

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wedding with arcane characters x fem reader

characters: viktor, jinx, vi, caitlyn, jayce, ekko, silco, mel and sevika.

writer's note: this was sooo cute, i'm literally sobbing and kicking my pillow right now, gosh i love being delusional. my favorite ones were sevika's and viktor's, let me know if you guys like it. as you already know request are open ;)

proposal link:

You stand at the end of the aisle, your dress a work of art, designed with light, soft fabrics that float around you. The subtle Hextech embroidery on the corset shines with every movement, a touch Viktor helped design, ensuring you wore something symbolizing his love for you and his passion for science. Your hair is styled in a loose bun, with a few strands framing your face, adorned with small blue flowers.

Viktor

The sun of Piltover shines softly, illuminating the grand terrace where your wedding with Viktor takes place. The city, known for its innovation and progress, seems to pause today to celebrate this intimate moment. The terrace is decorated with Hextech lights, which glow with a soft blue radiance, blending magic and science, something that defines your relationship with Viktor. White and blue flowers adorn every corner, reflecting a simple yet profound elegance.

At the other end of the aisle, Viktor awaits you, dressed in a suit that reflects his personality: sober and elegant, but with unique details. His black jacket has discreet blue embroidery, and instead of a tie, he wears a silk scarf that drapes gently over his chest, a symbol of his creativity and distinction. The look in his eyes is pure adoration and pride, though there is a slight spark of nervousness that only you can notice.

Heimerdinger, as a special guest, sits in the front row, his eyes shining with joy as he watches his former pupil unite with the woman who has changed his life. Jayce, standing next to him, smiles with fraternal pride, happy for his friend. The atmosphere is filled with soft murmurs and smiles, everyone expectant of the vows to come.

As you begin to walk towards Viktor, the world seems to stop. His eyes are fixed on you, and you can see how his breathing deepens, as if trying to capture every second of this moment. When you reach him, you take his hand, feeling his fingers tremble slightly, a reminder of his more human and vulnerable side.

The officiant says a few words about love and union, but everything seems to fade as Viktor looks into your eyes and begins to speak. His voice is firm but laden with emotion.

"All my life, I have sought answers in science, in calculations, in the tangible. But you... you are the only equation I can't solve, and I don't want to. You are my certainty in a world full of unknowns. And today, I want to promise you that I will stand by your side, not just as your partner in the lab, but as your husband, your support, your constant."

Tears begin to fill your eyes as his words pierce through you, but he continues, his voice softer now.

"I can't promise you that I'll always have the answers, but I can promise that I'll never stop searching for you, for us. You are my inspiration, my muse, and my eternal love. I choose you, again and again, in every possible reality."

The officiant gives you the signal to begin your vows, and you take a deep breath, holding Viktor's hands firmly.

"Viktor, you have shown me that love is more than a formula, more than an experiment. It is a constant discovery, an adventure I want to continue with you. I promise to stand by your side, in every success and every mistake, in every challenge and every triumph. Because you are my home, my refuge, and my infinite love."

The tears from both of you mix with the smiles as the officiant pronounces the words that unite you. Viktor gently pulls you close and kisses you, a kiss full of love, gratitude, and promises that were about to be sealed.

The kiss you share with Viktor is warm and gentle but filled with meaning. It's a moment of vulnerability that you both share, a point of union where all logic and science fade away, leaving only pure love. When you part, your eyes meet again, and the intensity of his gaze makes you feel as if the entire world has disappeared, leaving only the two of you in your universe.

Applause erupts around you, but you only have eyes for Viktor. He smiles, one of those rare smiles that only you can bring out of him, and you can see him relax, as if a massive weight has been lifted from his shoulders. With his fingers, he softly caresses the back of your hand, as if he needs to confirm that this is real, that you are finally one.

Heimerdinger approaches first, his tiny figure radiating paternal warmth. "Congratulations, my dear ones! This is a day that will go down in history not just for the union of two brilliant minds but for the union of two souls that have found a way to perfectly complement each other."

Viktor nods gratefully, his eyes still shining with emotion. "Thank you, professor. Your teachings have been a pillar in my life, and I am honored that you are here today."

Jayce also approaches, extending his hand to Viktor with a smile that is both happy and proud. "I never thought I'd see this day, Viktor. But I'm glad to be proven wrong. You're not just a great scientist; you're a great man. And you" —he turns to you— "are the reason we've seen him flourish this way. Thank you for that."

You take Jayce's hand with a smile, feeling the warmth of his sincerity. "It's been an incredible journey, and I know it's just the beginning."

The rest of the guests gradually approach, each offering their best wishes.

The reception continues with laughter, music, and dancing. Viktor, although not a great dancer, takes your hand and leads you to the dance floor, his movements clumsy but full of effort to please you. Every step he takes is a testament to his love, willing to step out of his comfort zone just to see you smile.

As the night progresses, you find a moment to escape with Viktor to a quieter corner of the terrace, from where you can see the lights of Piltover stretching like a blanket of stars at your feet. He wraps you in his arms, whispering softly against your ear.

"I promise to keep loving you, researching you, discovering new ways to make you happy every day of our lives together. You are my most valuable experiment and my most desired result."

You lean into him, gently touching his face with your hands, letting the warmth of his words seep into every corner of your being.

"And I promise to be your constant. In every formula, in every challenge, I will be by your side, always."

Both of you remain there, embraced, watching the horizon of Piltover, knowing that this is just the beginning of a life filled with love, science, and mutual discoveries.

The altar is an improvised structure made of twisted metal and recycled machinery parts, all painted in Jinx's favorite colors: electric blue and bubblegum pink. It's a small ceremony, attended only by close people. Vi is there, with her characteristic red hair and a smile trying to hide her emotion at seeing her little sister on this special day. Sevika, imposing as always, stands at the back, arms crossed, but her eyes betray a slight approving smile.

Jinx

The day has arrived, and, like everything related to Jinx, it is not a common day. The venue for the ceremony is as unpredictable as she is, an abandoned warehouse in the heart of the Undercity, transformed into a controlled chaos setting. The walls are covered in vibrant graffiti, some clearly Jinx's work, with explosions of blue and pink colors intertwining in chaotic yet beautiful patterns. Neon lamps flicker, casting intermittent lights that create an almost electric atmosphere. Explosives and sparks are part of the decoration, carefully placed to be part of the spectacle rather than a threat.

You stand at the altar, waiting for Jinx, your heart pounding. You're wearing a fitted suit, dark but with colorful details reflecting the madness you're about to embrace. Your tie, an electric blue, matches the sparkles on your shoes. Everything about your outfit has been thought out to be worthy of Jinx.

The music starts, a mix of electronic and punk rhythms that make the place vibrate. It's a unique composition, probably created by Jinx in one of her moments of inspiration. Silco, in an unusual but significant gesture, walks in with Jinx on his arm. His face remains impassive, but his eyes reflect a slight softness as he guides his adoptive daughter towards you. Isha walks behind them, holding a bouquet of black roses in her hands, her eyes looking at Jinx as always, with that mix of admiration and affection.

Jinx is radiant. Her dress is unconventional, a work of art out of the ordinary: a tight black leather corset with metal details and a skirt made of fabric strips in blue and pink, some torn, others decorated with small explosives and gears. Her hair, tied in two high pigtails, is adorned with small LED lights flashing in rhythm with her accelerated heartbeat. Her combat boots are the final statement that, even though it's her wedding, she's still the same Jinx.

When she sees Vi among the crowd, her gaze softens for a second. You know that, although she won’t say it out loud, having her sister there is a gift she deeply appreciates. It's that little glint of emotion in her eyes that makes you feel this is, without a doubt, the best day of her life.

As she reaches the altar, Silco leaves her by your side, whispering something in her ear before stepping aside. Jinx looks at you with a mix of nervousness and pure excitement, her dazzling smile like the neon lights flickering around her.

The ceremony is brief, but every word, every moment is charged with the energy that only Jinx could bring. When the time for the vows comes, Jinx pulls out a crumpled note from her pocket and, with a mischievous smile, reads:

"I promise not to blow you to pieces... too much. I promise you'll always be my accomplice in every explosion, in every madness, and in every laugh we make echo in this world. Because you are my favorite chaos, and there's no one I'd rather be in the middle of the disaster with than you."

The vows make you laugh and tear up at the same time, as the whole place seems to hold its breath for a second before bursting into applause and cheers when you both kiss amidst a fireworks display.

The party continues. Everything seems like a strange dream filled with bright lights, fireworks, and overflowing laughter. The event's hustle and bustle blend with the night's energy, but as you stand watching the whirlwind of people, your eyes settle on a distant corner. There, Jinx is talking to Vi. Both seem more relaxed, as if they could finally find some peace amidst the chaos surrounding them. The satisfaction you feel is profound; bringing the sisters together is the most significant gift you could give them, and seeing them together now, though discreetly, fills you with pride. You knew Jinx would value it more than she would ever say.

You find yourself talking to Sevika, who stays close, observing everything with her typical reserved attitude. She glances at you sideways and, without much verbosity, comments:

"Do you know what you're doing, right? Jinx isn't... easy to handle."

You chuckle softly, recognizing a mix of concern and disguised affection in her words. "Yeah, I know. But it's not about handling her, Sevika. It's about being with her."

Sevika slowly nods, her expression relaxing a bit. "You're braver than you look. I guess if anyone can do it, it's you."

With that, Sevika walks away, leaving you with a smile on your lips, knowing that, in her own brusque way, she has shown her approval.

A few moments later, Jinx approaches, her overflowing energy still present, but now more focused on you. "Come on, let's sneak away for a bit," she says, taking your hand and leading you to a quiet corner away from the hustle.

Once alone, you stand looking at her for a moment before softly asking, "Sweets, what did Silco whisper to you at the altar? It seemed important."

She remains silent for a moment, her gaze softening as she remembers. Finally, she responds, her voice lower than usual. "He told me... 'Remember who taught you to survive, but also who taught you to love. Make sure you never forget those parts of you.'"

Silco's words are profound, and they touch you in an unexpected way. You take Jinx's hand in yours, caressing it gently. "That's beautiful."

Jinx smiles, leaning in towards you, her lips about to touch yours. But just then, you hear a soft murmur. You both turn to see Isha approaching, her eyes shining with joy as she makes sounds reflecting her excitement.

Jinx laughs and leans in to hug the little one, relieved and happy for her presence. "Isha, where have you been?" she murmurs, stroking her hair affectionately. Then she looks at you and smiles. "Looks like someone didn’t want us to miss out on all the fun."

Isha clings to both of you, her affection evident, even though she can't express it in words. Jinx lifts her in her arms and gives you a look full of love and gratitude before you return together to the party.

Vi stood at the altar, her impeccably tailored black suit fitting perfectly, though she seemed slightly out of place among such opulence. Her eyes, however, lit up when she saw you enter the hall. You walked with natural elegance, your white silk wedding dress flowing gracefully with each step, the light veil delicately draping over your shoulders, framing your radiant face. Vi couldn’t take her eyes off you, as if the entire world had faded away at that moment.

The ceremony was in full swing, the hall adorned with imported flowers and soft lighting that wrapped everything in an almost magical halo. Every detail, from the centerpieces to the most delicate lace, had been carefully selected by your parents, wanting to ensure that your wedding would be a memorable event. The soft music filled the air, and the murmurs of the guests, mostly acquaintances of your family, mingled with the floral aroma.

When you reached her side, you took her hand, feeling the familiar touch, the anchor that always kept you grounded. The officiant began to speak about love, devotion, and the union of two souls. And then, the moment of the vows came.

Vi took a deep breath, her voice firm yet tinged with emotion. "I promise to love you every step of the way, to honor and protect you. To be your strength when you need it, and your refuge in storms. You are my light, my love, and the only place I always want to return to. Today and always, I choose you."

A lump formed in your throat, but you managed to smile, feeling every word resonate deep within you. You held her hand tighter and began your own vows. "From the moment our eyes met, I knew my life would change forever. I promise to be your partner, your unconditional support, and love you with every part of my being. In joy and in hardship, I will be by your side. I choose you today, tomorrow, and forever."

The rings were exchanged, sealing your eternal commitment. And when the officiant declared you united in marriage, Vi looked at you as if you were the only person in the universe. The kiss you shared was more than a mere union of lips; it was the promise of a life together, through good and bad.

After the ceremony, you began greeting the guests. The familiar faces of your parents smiled approvingly, but Vi couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed. Despite the congratulations and well wishes, there was something in her gaze that worried you. Noticing her tension, you gently took her hand, guiding her to a balcony offering a respite from the crowd.

The night breeze caressed your faces as you leaned on the railing. From there, Seraphine’s voice could be heard in the distance, singing a melody that seemed to envelop the moment in serene calm. Vi sighed, her shoulders relaxing a bit, but her eyes still reflected a sadness she couldn't hide.

“What’s wrong, love?” you asked softly, caressing her cheek.

She looked at you with a mixture of love and melancholy. “It’s just that… this day is perfect, but I feel the absence of my family. My father, my sister… they should be here. They should be with me, with you. But they’re not, and that… it hurts.”

You immediately understood the depth of her pain. Vi had always been strong, but the wounds of her past were still there, reminding her of everything she had lost. You moved closer to her, wrapping your arms around her, trying to convey all the comfort you could.

"I know, baby," you said tenderly. "I know it hurts, and it’s natural to feel that sadness. Unfortunately, the actions of the past resonate in the present, you can’t change them but you can learn to live with them, to remember the positive and leave the pain behind. They may not be here physically, but they are in that great heart of yours, and that’s all that should matter, my beautiful and sweet wife," you said with a contagious smile.

Vi closed her eyes for a moment, letting your words sink deep into her. She hugged you tightly, as if she wanted to absorb all your warmth, all the strength you offered.

“Thank you,” she whispered against your ear. “Thank you for understanding me, for loving me like this, even with all my scars.”

You softly kissed her cheek. "This is until death, baby, literally."

Vi looked at you, her eyes reflecting a gratitude and love so deep it seemed almost overwhelming. “I love you,” she said firmly, as if those words were the only truth in the world.

“And I love you,” you responded, smiling.

Just then, the sky lit up with an explosion of unusual colors. Fireworks painted the sky with vibrant and unique tones, creating patterns that seemed almost impossible. Vi looked up, surprised at first, but then a soft smile appeared on her lips.

"Powder," she whispered with a touch of nostalgia and affection in her voice.

You held Vi closer, sharing that intimate moment, feeling Jinx's presence in every spark that lit up the sky.

Caitlyn looked radiant. Her dress was a reflection of her lineage and character. In the characteristic colors of her family, a deep blue with golden details representing her heritage, the dress cascaded in fine fabric, enhancing her figure with unparalleled elegance. Every step she took toward the altar seemed a declaration of love and strength, her eyes meeting yours with a mixture of nerves and devotion.

Caitlyn

The day of the wedding had arrived, bringing with it the perfect combination of the Kiramman family tradition and the simplicity you had always desired. After many conversations, a consensus had been reached that satisfied both sides. The ceremony venue, an elegant and serene garden, was adorned with the lavender flowers you had suggested, their fragrance gently enveloping the air, seemingly tailored for the love you shared with Caitlyn. At the same time, the decorations contained exquisite details that reflected Caitlyn's family legacy and status, achieving a balance between sophistication and intimacy.

Your dress, on the other hand, was simple yet beautiful, with details that perfectly complemented Caitlyn's grandeur without overshadowing it. The lavender details on the hem of your dress were a nod to your wishes, a small reminder of the peace and simplicity you wanted to bring to the life you were about to start together.

As the moment for vows arrived, the world seemed to stop. Caitlyn took your hands with gentle firmness, her eyes shining with an intensity that could only be love. Her voice, at first a whisper, grew stronger with each word.

"From the first moment I saw you, I knew there was something in you that would change my life. Working together, as leader and subordinate, I learned to admire your strength, your dedication, your passion for what is right. And today, I am here not just as your leader, but as your equal, as your partner. I promise to be your refuge in the storm, your support in difficult times, and the person who will always fight by your side for a better future."

It was hard to hold back tears as you spoke, your words coming from the depths of your heart.

"Cait, your logic, your strength, your unwavering sense of justice have inspired me every day. I promise to be by your side, not only as your life partner but as your companion in every challenge, in every victory, in every defeat. I promise to love you in the ordinary and the extraordinary, in the simple and the complex, until death do us part."

The ceremony culminated in a kiss that sealed not just your vows but also the promise of a shared future.

Later, while you were both enjoying a moment alone, Maddie approached. It was impossible not to roll your eyes at her impertinence; that little ginger had always shown interest in Caitlyn. You took a large sip from your glass, preparing for the tense moment you knew was coming.

"Congratulations, Caitlyn, truly a beautiful ceremony," Maddie said with a smile that, although seemingly friendly, had an undertone you didn’t miss. "And you too, you look... very happy."

Although Maddie's words were kind, her tone suggested something else. It was passive-aggressive. The barely concealed flirting toward Caitlyn made you feel a surge of jealousy, but you kept your composure. With a firm smile, you took Caitlyn's hand and intertwined your fingers with hers, making the bond you shared clear.

"How could I not be happy with a woman like this by my side? I can't believe she's mine now. My wife," you said, appreciating your partner’s divinity, your tone seemingly casual but loaded with warnings in big red letters. "Thank you, Maddie, we were very pleased you could attend," you added with a hypocritical smile.

Maddie seemed to get the message, and after a few awkward seconds, she bid farewell with a somewhat more forced smile. "Enjoy your night," she said before walking away.

"Was that necessary?" Caitlyn asked, raising an eyebrow, although her eyes showed a mix of amusement and reproach.

"I can't help it," you replied with a smile. "You're too irresistible. Besides, I don’t like gingers." Your comment made her chuckle softly.

The moment to throw the bouquet arrived. Standing together, you both tossed the bouquet back, and to everyone’s surprise, it landed in Jayce's hands. The bewilderment on his face was unmatched as his companion almost choked on her champagne. Caitlyn and you burst into laughter, a sound that echoed throughout the venue, filling the air with contagious joy.

The kiss that followed was the culmination of everything: love, commitment, and union. Everyone present looked at you with admiration, knowing they were witnessing a love that wasn’t seen every day.

As you walked down the aisle, all eyes were on you, but your gaze only sought Jayce, who waited at the end, standing beside the officiant, looking impeccable in his dark suit, his expression a mixture of emotion and admiration. When your eyes met his, all the tension vanished, leaving only the palpable love between you.

Jayce

The big day had arrived. The ceremony took place in a majestic hall in Piltover, with tall windows that allowed the evening light to stream in, bathing the space in a golden glow. The walls were adorned with elegant dark blue velvet curtains and chandeliers that cast a warm and welcoming light. The atmosphere was sophisticated, yet imbued with an intimate air that made every guest feel part of something special.

Upon reaching his side, Jayce gently took your hands in his, and the world seemed to stand still. The officiant began to speak, but the only thing that mattered was the moment you two shared your vows.

Jayce spoke first. He took a deep breath, his voice firm but filled with emotion, an emotion only you could awaken in him.

"Today, I give you not just my heart, but my mind, my doubts, my fears. I promise to always stand by your side, even on those days when everything seems uncertain. I promise that if the path ever becomes difficult, I will not abandon you. With you, I've learned that life isn't perfect, but the love we share is. And with every step we take together, I promise not only to love you but to be the best version of myself, for you, for us."

He looked at you tenderly as you absorbed his words, and then it was your turn. You smiled, and before speaking, you felt a torrent of emotions washing over you.

"I promise that in every challenge, in every little big obstacle, I'll remind you that we're not alone. We have each other. I don't have all the answers, and sometimes I'll be more human than you'd like, but I promise to always strive to be the best partner you could have. I promise that even when life gets overwhelming, I'll be the one to hold you up. I promise to see you, not just in your achievements, but in your doubts, in your insecurities, and to love you even more for them. I promise to keep growing with you, not just as a couple, but as individuals, always learning, always changing, but always coming back to each other."

You knew Jayce was holding back tears, so you didn't wait any longer and hugged him.

"It's okay, big baby, you can cry, no one will judge you. And if they do, that's what your wife is for, I'll eradicate them using some of your scientific gadgets," you promised, rubbing his back.

Jayce pulled back with reddened eyes, took your face, and kissed you once and for all. You knew people were clapping, you knew they were watching, but at that moment, you were lost in him.

The reception was equally unforgettable. The hall was decorated with warm lights that created a festive yet elegant atmosphere. Soft music filled the air as guests enjoyed the food and company.

The moment to cut the cake arrived with great anticipation. It was a masterpiece of several tiers, adorned with subtle, shimmering details.

With knife in hand, you and Jayce cut the first slice together, smiling. But in a moment of carelessness, the piece of cake slipped from your grasp, and just when it seemed it would hit the floor, Jayce caught it with quick reflexes. The hall was filled with exclamations of surprise.

Jayce stood there for a moment, unsure of what to do with the cake in his hand, but you stepped forward, amused, and without thinking twice, took a bite directly from his hand. Your nose got smeared with a bit of cream in the process, and Jayce, infected by your spontaneity, did the same, taking the cake to his mouth with the other hand.

Both of you laughed, and without caring about the cake still on your faces, you kissed, a mixture of tenderness and fun that drew applause and cheers from the guests.

The night continued with dancing and toasts to the newlywed couple.

An old warehouse that had been partially restored with recycled materials from the city itself. The walls were covered with makeshift canvases, some blank, others splattered with vibrant colors. In the background, music filled the air, rhythms that made the structures vibrate and resonated in the atmosphere, music created from a mix of Undercity instruments and Zaun's machine sounds. This wasn’t a place of ostentation, but one full of life and soul.

Ekko

Your wedding with Ekko wasn’t going to be like the others you had seen. It wasn’t a pompous ceremony, there were no long dresses or elaborate rituals. Instead, there was a feeling of community, of closeness, something that could only come from a place like Zaun. The event wasn’t held in a shiny hall, but in a space that Ekko had carefully chosen, a hidden corner between the broken structures of the city that, in his words, had been the "epicenter of it all."

The decor was the complete opposite of what you would expect from a traditional wedding. Lights hung disorderly from the ceiling, some glowing with the dim light of gas lamps, while others flickered like the stars that could barely be seen through the thick fog. The guests weren’t wearing expensive clothes or formal suits, but what reflected their identity: work-stained clothes, leather jackets, worn-out boots from the long walks around the city. But everyone, absolutely everyone, was smiling.

You, standing in front of Ekko, felt such a deep emotion that words seemed insufficient to describe what was happening. He wasn’t wearing a typical suit or a ceremonial outfit. Instead, he had created something unique for that day. His jacket was handmade from recycled materials, with colorful patches and mechanical details that seemed to have a life of their own, as if the very essence of Zaun was woven into his clothes. The watch he once showed you was now tied to his wrist, not as jewelry, but as a reminder of his love, of the time you had spent together.

Beside you, your outfit was equally unconventional. You had opted for something comfortable but full of details that spoke of who you were: a light linen dress with hints of metallic fabric that subtly shimmered, and sturdy boots that allowed you to move freely, with a light cape that fluttered in the breeze. You didn’t need anything more to feel like yourself.

The children ran around you, laughing and playing while you imitated them in an impromptu dance. Some took your hands, others watched you with curiosity, but all were filled with that energy that only the youngest could offer. Ekko watched you from the side, leaning against one of the old columns, his face full of pure admiration. His eyes sparkled with the reflection of the lights, but what mattered most was the emotion that coursed through him.

Finally, after a while of music and laughter, the ceremony reached its most awaited moment. Ekko approached you, his gaze fixed, and his heart clearly beating in his chest. The bustle around seemed to fade as you began to hear his voice.

"Today, we’re not here to follow the rules others impose on us," Ekko began, his tone deep and serious, but with that spark in his eyes that only you knew. "I won’t promise you that I’ll be perfect, because I know none of us are. But what I can promise you is that I’ll never stop moving forward by your side. That, no matter how the world keeps turning, I’ll always be looking for ways to stop time so we can enjoy every moment together." He paused, his eyes fixed on yours, seeking your reactions, your thoughts. "And if you ever feel like everything is falling apart, I want you to remember this: no matter how much time passes, no matter how many times we fall, I’ll always be with you. We’re going to make every second count."

You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth in your chest. Everything you had lived with Ekko had led you to this moment, and you didn’t need anything more to know that what he said was exactly what you felt.

Your turn came, and although you had no script, you knew exactly what you wanted to say. "In all this time, the only thing I’ve learned is that it doesn’t matter what future lies ahead, what matters is what we choose to do with it. And what I choose, Ekko, is to keep walking by your side. Because I don’t need anything more than you. I don’t care if everything changes, because what we have, this we’ve built, is what I want to keep forever. So yes, I’m staying with you, always."

The sound of applause resonated softly around you, but it didn’t matter because at that moment, only you and he existed. You both shared a smile, a look that said everything the heart couldn’t express. You didn’t need a ring, or a contract. Your love was your promise.

The party continued, the banquet began, and everyone gathered to share the food, laughter, and joy. Ekko and you toasted, raising glasses filled with a drink that tasted like life, like everything you had overcome and everything yet to come.

Finally, the night reached its climax. Ekko took your hand and, without saying a word, you both walked toward the exit, where your hoverboards awaited. You got on the floating platforms, and with a swift movement, you began to soar through the skies of Zaun. As you rose, the city of lights stretched beneath you, but the most beautiful thing was the moon shining above, large and serene.

In a secluded corner, where the stars seemed to touch the moon, Ekko stopped the hoverboard. The city appeared to sleep beneath the mist, and only the two of you remained, suspended in the air, floating in your own universe.

Without saying another word, you kissed. A kiss that tasted like a happily ever after.

"Together, always," you murmured, and Ekko, with a calm smile, replied: "Always."

You, standing at the makeshift altar, felt a mixture of nerves and serenity. The dress you wore was a deep black, the same color Silco wore. The design was custom-made, a corset that accentuated your figure and a long skirt that fell gently to the ground, with dark lace details playing with the shadows of the flowers. Jinx had left her personal touch on you: a small touch of fluorescent green paint at the edge of your dress, almost invisible at first glance, but enough for you to remember her presence when you looked at it.

Silco

The wedding ceremony between you and Silco was everything one might expect from such an imposing, calculating man, yet so deeply different when it came to his most profound feelings. The light in the greenhouse was dim, filtered through the leaves of the rare flowers that wound around the metal structures. The air was thick with a sweet, fresh scent, as if the space had been designed not only to house plants but to keep secrets, to conceal moments that escaped the outside world.

Silco, as was his custom, made no extravagance. His perfectly tailored black suit seemed almost made of shadow, as if his presence filled the space around him. His jacket was closed, but the high collar and the lines of the design denoted power and elegance, alongside his character of absolute control. Despite his impassive face, there was something in his gaze that softened when he looked at you, as if he had finally allowed himself to be vulnerable before you, even if only for a brief moment.

The only witnesses were Sevika and Jinx, who remained silent, watching from a corner of the greenhouse, though Jinx couldn’t help but murmur something under her breath, always so enthusiastic, always so unpredictable. The ceremony was brief, without flourish, as if both of you knew that no grand words were necessary to seal what you felt. The moment was perfect in its simplicity.

When Silco began to speak, his voice was low, deep, but filled with a sincerity he rarely allowed himself to show. "You know what we are, what we have been. You know what I’ve done for this world, for my people... but you also know I can't go on without you. I don’t want to." His gaze fixed on you, so steady, so sure, as if this was the exact moment everything he had done until now made sense. "I don’t offer you a life without risks, without pain... but I offer you all that I am, all that I can give. And I ask that you be mine, not just now, but forever."

Your words came out with the same intensity, though the softness of your tone showed how much you loved him. "I don’t want a future without you, Silco. I don’t care what comes, as long as I’m with you. Everything I’ve lived has led me to this moment, and here, with you, I feel complete. I don’t want to go anywhere without you. I love you."

Before you could say more, Silco took a step toward you and, with an unexpected delicacy, kissed you. The air around seemed to dissolve as the world, the chaos, the city itself faded away. In that moment, only he and you existed.

Just as the kiss ended, Jinx's loud laughter echoed through the greenhouse, followed by a strong "Ugh!" that interrupted the solemn silence. Sevika rolled her eyes, and you could only smile, knowing that Jinx was part of this world, a world you accepted with all its imperfections. The ceremony hadn’t ended, but the atmosphere felt lighter than ever.

After the ceremony, Silco took you to a private area of the greenhouse where the two of you could speak quietly. The tension in the room seemed to relax, but not for long. Soon, the sound of a fight reached your ears. Jinx and Sevika were arguing. Sevika, visibly upset, was complaining that Jinx had thrown something green at her, probably one of her "explosive things."

Silco, who usually ignored these altercations, stayed in his place, but you couldn’t just sit idly by. You stood up with determination, and with a firmness that even surprised Silco, you walked over to Jinx.

"Jinx," you said, your tone firm but not cruel. "That wasn’t funny. Don’t you know there are limits? If you don’t respect Sevika, you’re disrespecting everyone here."

Jinx, at first surprised, lowered her head, clearly understanding you had touched a sensitive nerve. In that moment, something changed in her. Without offering a single excuse, she looked at Sevika with an expression that was rarely seen on her, and said, albeit grudgingly:

"I guess I’m sorry," Jinx rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

Jinx’s attitude surprised everyone, especially Silco, who watched with a slight smile on his lips. Though he knew what that gesture meant, he couldn’t help but notice that, for the first time, Jinx was willing to be disciplined for something greater than herself.

Without wasting any time, you took Jinx’s hand and guided her to a nearby table where there was a chocolate cake, the one you had chosen because you knew she loved it. As you sat her down, your tone softened.

"What you did wasn’t okay, but we all make mistakes. Come, let’s eat this cake, alright? It’ll be our way of leaving it behind."

You looked at her, trying to ease the tension, and she, despite her mischievous nature, accepted with good grace, lost in the chocolate. Silco approached afterward, seeing how the two of you shared a calm moment, and let out a small laugh.

"You’re going to be a good mother," he said with a tone that, though almost dry, didn’t go unnoticed. The phrase left you in shock. The idea of being a mother had never crossed your mind in that context, especially with someone as complicated as Silco.

Before you could respond, Jinx, with her mouth full of cake, turned to Silco and, with all her innocence, said:

"Yes, I want a kid! One to teach him how to make explosives or something fun!"

Silco’s laughter was genuine, and though the situation was absurd, it was the kind of moment that felt perfect. Jinx, as always, without a filter, but with a pure heart in her madness.

Suddenly, Jinx didn’t stop, looking at Silco with intensity.

"Old man, when are you going to make that kid? I already have plans for us!"

Silco raised an eyebrow, clearly bewildered but, in his own way, entertained. "Yeah, sure, we’ll talk about that later," he said, as he moved to his next suggestion. "Why don’t you go accompany Sevika for now?"

Without thinking twice, Jinx quickly got up, hopping over to where Sevika was, no doubt ready to continue her mission of annoying her.

In that moment, you approached Silco, your gaze fixed on him. The question you had been holding in your heart came out in a whisper:

"Is it true what you said? Do you really think I’d be a good mother?"

The silence between the two of you was brief, but enough for him to take your hand gently, as if he didn’t want to break the magic of the moment.

"I know. You have everything it takes to do it. I just trust you."

The intensity of his gaze was all you needed to feel that, beyond the shadows both of you inhabited, there was a light. And that light was the love you shared, the promise of a future together.

In that moment, the greenhouse seemed to disappear, and only the two of you remained, surrounded by a future that no longer seemed so uncertain.

Mel

The hall glowed with a golden light, reflected in the intricate decorations that combined the opulence of Piltover with a personal and intimate touch. At the center, surrounded by a delicate crown of white and gold flowers, the portrait Mel had painted of you presided over the ceremony, a silent witness to your love.

Mel was radiant, wearing a black dress that hugged her body in clean, modern lines, with asymmetrical cuts that elegantly revealed glimpses of skin. The edges of the dress were finely outlined in gold, a nod to her lineage. Her makeup was subtle yet impeccable, with golden shadows that accentuated her dark eyes, and her hair, gathered in a high bun, was adorned with small golden pearls.

You wore a deep sapphire blue dress, with an elegant design that contrasted with the delicate opulence of the ceremony. Your accessories were simple, reflection of your individuality, fit perfectly with the aura of confidence you exuded.

When the time for the vows arrived, Mel took your hands and looked at you with an intensity that seemed to stop time. Her voice, low but firm, resonated with a sincerity that made everyone present hold their breath.

"With you, I have learned that control is not the only form of power. You have shown me that there is strength in surrender, and beauty in imperfection. I no longer want to live a life of rules and expectations; I want a life with you, full of adventures, challenges, and above all, love."

She paused, squeezing your hands slightly before continuing.

"I promise that I will never stop finding new ways to love you. Because with you, I have found something more valuable than anything I could ever possess: I have found the true meaning of freedom."

The emotion in her words made your eyes soften with love, but you held firm, knowing it was your turn.

"Mel, since I met you, I knew your soul shone with a light that no one else could match. You taught me that even in the midst of luxury and opulence, one can find humility and depth. With you, I have learned that love is the greatest adventure of all. I promise to stand by your side, not just in the easy days, but in the darkest ones, when the pressure of the world becomes unbearable. I will be your support, your confidant, and the person who will always remind you that you are more than enough."

The vows ended, but the silence that followed was charged with emotion. Mel leaned towards you, whispering only for you to hear:

"With you, I have found the only jewel that truly matters."

A smile of love crossed your face before you kissed her full lips.

As the guests toasted and immersed themselves in conversations, you felt Ambessa Medarda's gaze on you. The powerful matriarch approached with her imposing presence, each step radiating authority. She took advantage of the moment when Mel was speaking with an important politician. You mentally prepared yourself, knowing that any interaction with her required tact and firmness.

"I must admit, I didn't expect someone like you to capture my daughter's attention in this way," Ambessa began, with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "But Mel has always had a knack for seeing beyond appearances."

Her tone was sharp, like a carefully sheathed knife, ready to cut if the opportunity arose. However, you kept your composure, returning her gaze without blinking.

"Mel has seen something in me that perhaps others fail to understand," you responded calmly. "And I am grateful that, despite everything, she trusts what we have built together."

Ambessa raised an eyebrow, intrigued by your response, but before she could continue, you added: "And I know that, although our differences may seem vast, we both want the best for Mel. That will always be my priority."

For a brief moment, Ambessa's cold facade seemed to crack. She nodded slightly, acknowledging your strength and determination, before turning and walking away, leaving in the air a hint of hard-earned respect.

The music shifted to a slower rhythm, and Mel, with a gentle smile, extended her hand to you. "Shall we dance?" she asked, her voice a whisper only you could hear.

You accepted, letting her guide you to the center of the floor. All eyes were on you both, but at that moment, only the two of you existed. Mel wrapped her arms around you, her movements fluid and graceful. The warmth of her body, the softness of her touch, completely enveloped you.

The music seemed to weave a spell around you. Each step, each turn, was a non-verbal declaration of love, a choreography of synchronized hearts. At one point, Mel drew you even closer, her lips brushing your ear as she whispered: "You make all of this make sense. With every step, I feel my life takes on a new meaning. I am so happy."

Your lips curved into a smile, and your response was a simple, yet emotionally charged, "That will always be my goal." You kissed the tip of her nose with a tenderness impossible not to envy.

After the dance, you both retreated to a room to share a moment of tranquility away from curious eyes.

Suddenly, an idea crossed her mind, and with a mischievous smile, she proposed: "What do you think about doing something completely ours, away from all of this?"

Surprised, but intrigued, you asked: "What do you have in mind?"

Mel winked at you. "Something spontaneous. Tomorrow early, let's escape together. Let Piltover take a break from us while we lose ourselves in the unknown. A day just for us, without titles or expectations."

The plan seemed reckless, but also perfect. This wasn’t typical of Mel, which intrigued you even more to see this new side of her. You nodded, feeling a new wave of excitement. "I love the idea. Let’s do it."

The location was a small corner of Zaun, a place that had often served as a refuge for both of you after difficult nights. The walls, covered with moss and vines, gave a sense of intimacy that only this place could offer. There were no flowers or extravagant decorations, only the soft light from a few lamps that you had brought, just enough to illuminate your faces.

Sevika

The ceremony was simple, almost improvised, but not any less meaningful. Sevika and you had decided to keep it a secret, just the two of you and the person who officiated the ceremony, someone who knew well the value of discretion.

Sevika wore a simple black shirt, with the sleeves rolled up, revealing her mechanical arm, as if there was nothing to hide, as if that arm was just another part of who she was.

On the other hand, you wore a red princess-cut dress, an unusual choice, but one you made to mark the importance of the day. The skirt was wide and flowing, but you opted for sturdy boots instead of the traditional heels, a practical reminder that you were always ready for any eventuality. Around your neck, a black silk scarf hung gracefully, adding a touch of sophistication, but also a hidden utility that only you knew about.

The person who officiated the ceremony stayed in the background, allowing both of you to take control of the moment. There were no scripts or elaborate promises, just sincere words, the ones that truly mattered.

Sevika took your hand in hers, her grip firm yet gentle, and when she spoke, it was in a low, deep voice that seemed to resonate in the space around you.

“I’m not good with words,” she began, her eyes fixed on yours, “but I know what I want. And what I want is for you to be by my side, today and always.”

There were no embellishments in her words, but each one carried a weight that you felt deeply. It was her way of saying she loved you, even though she never put it into so many words. It was Sevika, in her purest form, without filters, without masks.

When it was your turn, you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words, though you knew there was no need for perfection in that moment.

“I know we never planned this, but what I feel for you doesn’t need plans,” you said, your voice trembling slightly but filled with emotion. “I want to be with you, Sevika. Through all the battles, through every moment of calm, I want us to keep being us, facing whatever comes, together.”

The silence that followed was brief but significant, a moment in which both of you processed what you had just said, what you had just promised.

The person who married you barely whispered the necessary words to seal your union. There were no grand speeches, no tears, just a mutual understanding, an unspoken agreement that this was the right thing.

When everything was over, Sevika leaned toward you and, with a barely visible smile on her lips, whispered:

“See? We didn’t even need a ring to make this real.”

But before you could complain, she pulled out a small box from her pocket, and from it, a dark metal ring with a large diamond in it, fitting perfectly on your finger.

You admired it with emotion, Sevika knew about your obsession with jewelry, especially when they looked so exotic and expensive.

“I promised, didn’t I? I told you it would be a diamond,” she said, and this time, you couldn’t help but smile widely.

The kiss that followed was a fiery whirlwind, nothing calm or passive. You two were fire. Impossible magnets to separate once united.

As you pulled apart, Sevika looked at you with a seriousness you knew well. “Silco is waiting for us. It’s not the best time, I know, but we have to go.”

You nodded, understanding the urgency. It wasn’t unusual for missions to arise at the most inconvenient times, and this time would be no different.

Sevika adjusted the strap on her mechanical arm, quickly checking to make sure everything was in place.

Sevika looked you up and down and smiled slightly. “You’re going to break more than a few bones today, doll. Those idiots will drool over you, over my wife.”

You almost groaned when she called you her wife; it felt so good to know you belonged completely to her.

“You’ll drool over me later, I’ll make sure of that,” you replied with a playful smile, while adjusting your scarf.

“That remains to be seen,” she murmured, before offering you her normal arm. “Let’s go.”

The night enveloped you as you headed toward the place Silco had indicated. The city was dark, and the air was thick with a tension that could only presage trouble. But that was your life, and in a way, that constant state of alertness was what kept you both alive.

The mission took you to the outskirts, to one of the most dangerous areas controlled by Silco’s enemies. The information was vague, but enough to know you were up against an armed group that wouldn’t surrender easily.

Upon arrival, you found yourselves in an ambush. Enemies emerged from the shadows, armed and ready to attack. Sevika reacted with the speed of a predator, her mechanical arm glinting in the dim light as she blocked the first attack. You, for your part, pulled out a small device from your scarf, a clever invention of yours that released a dense cloud of smoke, disorienting your attackers.

The battle was fierce. Sevika fought with a mix of brute strength and precision, using her mechanical arm to clear a path through the enemies. You moved with agility, seizing every opportunity to disarm opponents with quick and precise movements. It was like you were dancing a deadly choreography, each of you complementing the other perfectly.

At one point, one of the attackers managed to corner you, his knife gleaming in the dim light as he lunged toward you. But before he could reach you, Sevika appeared out of nowhere, grabbing him and slamming him to the ground with a force that knocked him unconscious instantly.

“Are you okay, doll?” she asked, her deep voice full of concern.

“Yes, thanks to you,” you replied, out of breath but determined.

The fight ended shortly after, leaving both sides exhausted but intact. The mission was complete, and once again, you had survived together.

Sevika looked at you with a mix of admiration and relief. “You never stop surprising me,” she murmured, before lifting you in her arms, a combination of strength and tenderness that made you feel safe even in that hostile environment.

“I should say the same about you. Come on, take me home, my big and strong wife,” you replied, resting your head on her shoulder as she carried you out of harm’s way.

The contrast between the battle you had just fought and the sweetness of the moment couldn’t have been more perfect. There, in Sevika’s arms, with your red dress stained but intact, you felt that everything was perfect.

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srslylini · 3 days ago

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I have some thoughts about the idea of forgiveness and moving on we see in media and fans. The thoughts mostly come from being in therapy and spending time with people who specialize in those fields and helped me come to terms with my own pain.

This can very well be taken in general but is mostly about Vi.

Right. So.

Vi is a genuinely interesting character, who has gone through hell and back to put it lightly. She lives in conditions in the undercity that has people who don't live in them wear masks to handle them. She grew up and saw her parents die, which means she had to step up. Vander did adopt her, her sister, Mylo and Claggor but Vander still put a lot of responsibilities on Vi. She was told she cannot be selfish when people look up to her.

Then, of course, the entire act 1 of season 1 happens, which in itself is already very much and not something that should have ever happened to anyone, let alone a kid/teenager. She then, on TOP of all of this, got thrown into Stillwater after seeing her entire family die (and presumed Powder also as dead, although she continued to hope), where she was canonically beaten, starved, put into isolation and... the rest is up to interpretation because I guess the writers did not care. But that interpretation is not a good one.

What I am trying to say with all of this is that Vi has been put through so much by the system and by people (Enforcers get a special mention here) all around her.

This gets me to the point. I see a lot of people, the writers themself even, talk about how Vi needs to (or already did) forgive and move on. And I just wonder where this idea comes from?

In all my time in therapy, no matter what and who I talked about, you know what I have never heard? That I need to forgive.

What I heard instead was rather close to this:

"What happened was not your fault. It happened and can't be changed. But there is still something you can do, because you stand here now. You can imagine yourself back then and guide yourself. Hold yourself and tell the younger version of you that what happened isn't ever going to be fine but that you are still here and that you need to be kind to yourself." She told me "take the hand of your younger version and walk her through it because in the end it will have always happened but you can choose to help yourself"

There is a lot more she told me, but that is between her and me. What I am trying to say with this is that not once did I ever get told that I need to forgive the people involved. I am also not trying to say that doing this works for everyone, because health does not work this way. The point I am making is that I find it incredibly weird that we came to the point of saying that the only way to let go is to forgive, when that could not be further from the truth.

I would say understanding it happened and being kind to yourself does a lot more than trying to forgive people who hurt you so much that it ends in you being broken to what seems beyond repair (it isn't I have learned that much, lol). That's what my therapist taught me.

Which brings me back to Vi and why I find the notion of "she needs to forgive and move on to get better" or the writers writing "she forgave and moved on" so weird.

What happened to her is not something that can be forgiven. And... that is okay. Or it should be okay. But for some reason it isn't?

I mean if you can and want to forgive that is for you to do but to say that it is a (or even THE) way to move on does not sit right with me. At all.

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yuurei20 · 17 hours ago

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Hello YuuRei! Slight spoilers for Book 7 JP content below, if you don’t mind me asking! I saw Trey’s new Book 7 SSR get translated as both “Queen’s Court Chef” and “Queen’s Chef Coat.” I tried to look into it myself and learned that “coat” and “court” are the same (form what I understand, at least), so I was wondering if you knew which translation to go for, or is both technically correct? With Heartslabyul, honestly court works, too. Thank you so much and Happy Near Year! I hope you are doing well! ☺️

Hello hello! Thank you for this question! ♣️

You are correct! ^^ コート is both "court" and "coat"!

For a long answer:

Yana has done this before, with the Bloom/Broom series that is technically both the word "bloom" and the word "broom"!

We were never shown a romaji name for this series--it only appeared in katakana, where it is both words simultaneously--so if you were to ask "well yes but which one actually was it?," the only answer is: both!

This is one of those things that the Japanese language can do but English cannot, so EN was forced to choose one or another, and they went with "birthday bloom"!

And it happened again during White Rabbit Fes, when Epel says he has heard of someone called "ogama Duke" and Deuce begins to panic because "ogama" means cauldron.

But it also means "scythe" and Epel, who heard his information over the phone and never saw the word written down in kanji, assumes that it is the "scythe" ogama rather than the "cauldron" ogama.

More here!

For a super long answer:

The Japanese language has a lot of different words pronounced the exact same way and differentiated only by kanji: god (神), hair (髪) and paper (紙) for example, are all the same sound (kami).

This means there is a lot of potential for puns! And Yana has always been very big on wordplay, to the point that a pun was the entire basis for her kuroshitsuji manga:

There is a short comic at the end of the very first volume that shows a phone call between herself and her editor where she is telling him how she wants to create a manga about an amazing butler.

The Japanese language 「あくまで」 is used to emphasize that something is being limited or focused on something in particular, like 「あくまで執事ですから、私が決めることではありません」 (as I am only a butler it is not my place to decide).

It is also pronounced identically to 「悪魔で」, which means, "as a demon."

So in Yana's original manga series every time the demon character says "I am a demon butler" all the other characters are hearing it as "I am, ultimately, just a butler."

Since the characters can't see the kanji in his word bubble, he is technically saying both things simultaneously.

And similar wordplay is hidden throughout a large amount of Twst!

Rollo, for example, ends many sentences with a common way to end a question that is pronounced the same way as a word for "bell."

The very first line of Glorious Masquerade is that exact pun:

Kane no oto ga kikoeru kane

There is also Idia's "pretend I'm a bug and ignore me" (both "bug" and "ignore" are the same sound, "mushi"), Riddle's "Rose trees, tear his body apart!" (both "rose" and "apart" are the same sound, "bara") and more!

#twstask #twstlanguage #twisted wonderland

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fuckyeahmhawkefenris · 1 day ago

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I promised myself that I would never ever bring it up because I have enough stress in my life already and these discussions take up a lot of time and energy and require a lot more witt and eloquence than I posess.

But.

This wound has been out there for many many years, and I feel that now it starts festering again, and since I have taken it upon myself to preserve our history, I feel that it would be simply wrong to remain silent when I have something to say.

So, you probably know I make fenhawke renders in XPS using models extracted from da2.

My Fenris model uses these textures

But I must point out that I had to manually edit them to look like this, because the original game textures look like this:

(I believe they do, because the dude who shared the models only did the extracting, and is not known for editing textures)

Want to know why I did what I did?

Because I spent much much MUCH more time looking at fanart of Fenris, than playing the actual game, and at some point it started feeling wrong to me to have him so pale. My vision of him was influenced by the fandom.

That doesn't change the fact that THAT's how he looks in the game.

Can you see where I'm going with this?

Come and tell me that it's impossible to take him for a generic white dude.

Racism is bad, duh

Whitewashing dark skinned characters is bad, DUH

Many of you may have gotten immersed in the wide world of modding (I can't do it, all known mods change too much about Fenris for my liking, and I need him to have his iconic features), but

can we please stop pretending that Fenris in the original game was obviously depicted as dark skinned?

Because that's some stupid bullshit that had caused and still causes a great number of people, mostly artists (often casual fans), a lot of distress, and outright promotes bullying hiding it behind an image - illusion - of social justice.

Yeah, in 2014 we got Dorian and Krem and some others in DAI, finally seeing what people of Tevinter look like.

But guess what? In 2012 we had no idea, and could only guess. Back then we actually had discussions about this, offering opinions and not being afraid to talk? In 2012 we did not really know how to portray Fenris, and artists made their own choices.

In da2 the only tevinters we encountered were

For the best, probably, because had they been depicted as dark skinned, that would have likely become a case of some very unfortunate implications. Looks pretty hopeless to me, either way.

ETA: and of course I forgot Fenris's SISTER

I'm not saying that racism is not an issue in this fandom. It is, obviously, like anywhere else.

But can you imagine a person who played DA2 (exclusively, without getting into DAO or DAI or trying to explore the fandom and looking at more fanart), taking a liking to Fenris and deciding to make fanart of him and sharing it with the fandom, and then having angry anons come to their ask box accusing them of racism? For depicting Fenris in the only way that is known to them?

Think about it for a minute.

I've witnessed a number of such happenings over my time here, and I've been around since 2012.

If you take the time to look at our old fanart, you'll find various depictions of Fenris. Some darker, some lighter, but back then NOTHING could be considered wrong, because we had too little to go on.

It would have been funny had it not been so bloody SAD to see older pictures circulating the net and read comments filled with rage and hurt over whitewashing brown characters.

I get it, you want to fight for justice, but THIS is not JUSTICE.

That right there is some act 3 Meredith level of lunacy seeing blood magic everywhere and condemning innocent mages.

Before you decide to go harass an artist who made a picture that does not match your vision, take a few minutes to think about how justified it would be. Weigh your options and at least choose your words carefully.

I shudder to think how many potential fans had been put off and turned away from this fandom, left wondering wth is wrong with us.

#dragon age 2 #da2 #fenris #aboutFenris

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Is it me, or is the excuse of "They're in Hell of course they're bad" in Hellaverse such a double-edged sword?

Like yes, it's meant to paint a picture of where the worst people on earth go when they die. I do understand that morality should be loose at best. But it feels like justification for certain characters to behave abhorrently, but that same justification doesn't extend to the other characters.

It's like with MHA, the narrative has favorites. It picks and chooses what characters it holds to which standards. So using the "It's hell" excuse really doesn't hold up when some characters actions are condemned/judged by a moral code while others' aren't

Yeah I can see where you're coming with this.

On one hand, yeah them being in Hell of course it's expected to find the worst of the worst people there. But on the other hand, it really shouldn't be used as a justification in a show MEANT to explore the concept of morality and becoming a better person.

And like you said with BNHA, it chooses certain characters to favor while condemning others such as Izuku and All Might.

And that's partially why some of the main cast feel a bit unlikable themselves because the narrative doesn't hold them to that same morale standard and condemnation whenever they do something wrong, IE Vaggie lying and treating the others poorly and never getting called out for it.

#hazbin hotel critical #anti vivziepop #anti vivzipop #vivziepop critical #bnha critical #vaggie critical

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quiescentem-puella · 6 hours ago

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Till's expressing himself through clothing – a rant

today's sad alnst thought of the day is that no matter how you view round 6, I think it's undeniable that ivan was able to give back to till a piece of himself that he lost after witnessing round 5

and i'm talking about this

I think Till outfits are important when it comes to discerning his mental state/attitude, both because of plot-related reasons (imo Till has a degree of power over deciding or at least selecting his clothes) and also character design (in a media like alnst, where most things are said by showing them, it's clear that vivimeng put lots of thought behind the visuals). We know nothing about the behind-the-scenes between r6 and r7, so we can just LOOK at Till to see if something changed

I said that Till has some power over his outfit choices because he's the only one who personalizes them, or so it looks like. It's very much in Till's rebellious nature to vandalize his outfits and I think both the r2 outfit (the spray-painted t-shirt, the patch hiding his branding, the lack of shoes) and the scene we see in the top 3 video (with graffiti all over the room and paint all over him) are proof of that. He's always shown drawing and doodling, so i think it's a fair assumption that when we see that on his clothing, it's his handiwork.

And that... disappears in round 6. Whether we look at his outfit in the actual round or when he's entertaining segyeins, he's dressed in muted, dark clothing. Very put together for his previous standards, almost elegant with his delicate, silver accessories (thin chains and tasteful earrings)

Gone is the asymmetry and the rage. Till is mourning and so he dresses for a funeral... either for Mizi (who's gone and presumed(?) dead) or for himself (without Mizi, he has no reason to keep going. he entered alien stage and stayed in anakt for her). Whether he 1) chose his outfits before and let the aliens take over in his grief or 2) fought the aliens on previous outfits to personalize them and stopped after r5, i think in both cases his clothes show how much he has given up

and then we have round 7

First of all, the color is back. Acid green and white pants. The tech gear too, in place of delicate chains. The hair is slicked back, similar to the scene out of stage in r6, but it doesn't feel as tamed

and i apologize in advance for the frame i'm about to use to prove this point (only scene we see till full figure in r7) but

THE SPRAY PAINTING CAME BACK!! on the pants!! Personally I think both the red and the two stripes are Till's addition, you could argue that the blood isn't bc it's just the pants done like this but it looks handmade to me, splotchy. Very likely to be Till's hand.

So going back to my initial point: something has changed between r6 and r7. In r7, Till FIGHTS with everything he has. He doesn't let Luka speak over him, he tries his best. He falters, but he enters the stage with a spark, a determination that was notably absent in r6

I think it's significant that we get this in Mizi's pov

because Mizi RECOGNIZES Till. Not in the sense that she didn't know it was him, but in the sense that it's the Till she knew from anakt: wild, rebellious, hateful towards the system. He's raging and screaming, putting on a wild performance.

And Ivan's sacrifice is what gets him like this. It allowed him to live, of course, but if we read deeper there's also something else. In r6, it's the first time we see Ivan openly defying the segyeins. It's pretty obvious that he didn't have the love Mizi had for them and he disobeyed multiple times (running away with Till is the prime example), but he put on a façade all the time. I would say it's exactly what allows him to get away with so much: he's so well-behaved that no one suspects him. He has no leash because, in the segyeins' eyes, he never tried to escape (and he never will, bc just like Till will choose to go back to Mizi every time, Ivan will stay for Till as well).

The only times we see him rebelling is: 1) the scene on the rooftop when he was still in the slums; 2) in r6, when he defies all expectations and "cheats" so that Till wins

Ivan fell in love with Till after seeing how defiant he was. And Till regains his spark, his will to rebel, after Ivan's sacrifice, when he chooses to publicly go against the aliens for the first time since he was a child.

i've seen a lot of talk about how Ivan was Till's downfall: because Till cared much more than Ivan thought, because Luka used that moment with Ivan (and not Mizi) to bring him down. It's all true and very tragic, but I think it's really important to note something else too

Till was able to be himself again (even if just for the span of a single song) because of what Ivan did. Ivan's act of love wasn't wasted.

#anyway ivan loved till for his rebellious nature and his rebellious act to save till is what woke till up from his suicidal misery #every time i write one of these posts i rewatch the mentioned rounds for accuracy so i end up crying every time lol #as a cosplayer i get so obsessed with clothing #also as a cosplayer there are no images of till's full body in r7. fuck off. i hate it here.#also i have another whole rant abt how till's clothing in r6 was so much more similar to ivan's style #and it's bc HE WAS SURRENDING AND BEING COMPLACENT TO THE SEGYEINS LIKE IVAN DID HIS WHOLE LIFE!!!#going insane as usual #also another rant on luka using ivan against till bc... he never saw mizi and till together... till love was so obvious and yet...#it would be extra funny if luka saw r2 and r6 and THOUGHT UNKNOWN WAS ABOUT IVAN LMAOOOO #bc if u think abt it Till turned towards the singers (mizi) but u know who was just beside her?#simp extraordinaire homotron3000 our boy Ivan #oh no i need to make another post abt this now #having revelations in the tags sorry everyone #anyway I want to analyze all of the cast's clothes bc it's very symbolic #ivan always hiding himself #mizisua exchanging colors #luka pure angelic perfect white #luka especially matches his opponent it's so interesting (i need to lobotomize him)#hyuna unfortunately has ONE outfit from what i remember it's tragic give my queen more clothes #alnst #alnst till #alien stage #ivantill #rant #alnst ivan #alnst mizi #alnst luka

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amethystarachnid · 2 days ago

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we have to hear the ikea story from the tony first christmas one now you can’t keep us from that 😭

FROGS, GLOBES AND BURNT CHOCOLATE (prequel)

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

ᯓ★ Request from: MARVEL Holiday special

ᯓ★ Story type: prequel of this one shot but can be read separately

ᯓ★ Word count: 3.3k

ᯓ★ Summary: the story of how Tony got banned from IKEA

ᯓ★ TW(s): nothing just some innuendos

ᯓ★ My Masterlist

ᯓ★ MARVEL Holiday Special

ᯓ★ MARVEL Multiverse - choose an AU, pair it with your favorite character and make a request!

ᯓ★ Songs & Superheroes tales - The Game (to make a request, follow the rules on the link!)

ᯓ★ MARVEL Bingo

ᯓ★ English isn’t my first language

The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead as the two of you stepped through the automatic sliding doors, the cool air of the showroom washing over you. The familiar scent of cinnamon rolls and fresh-pressed particleboard filled the air, promising adventure—or chaos, as Tony had so ominously predicted on the drive over.

“IKEA,” he said, dragging the name out like it was the punchline to a joke only he got. “A labyrinth designed by the gods to test your patience, your endurance, and your willingness to assemble furniture using a pictogram manual written by a sadist.”

“You’re being dramatic,” you replied, grabbing one of the oversized yellow shopping bags from the stand by the entrance. “It’s just a furniture store.”

“It’s an obstacle course,” he countered, slipping his sunglasses into the pocket of his leather jacket. “But don’t worry, I’m here to guide you through it. Like Theseus in the maze, except I’m way better looking and much less likely to be eaten by a mythical bull.”

You rolled your eyes, suppressing a grin as you pulled him toward the showroom. “If you’re Theseus, does that make me Ariadne? Should I leave a trail of meatballs so we don’t get lost?”

“I like the way you think,” he said, draping an arm casually over your shoulders as you walked. “But let’s be real: I’d find the meatballs, eat them, and then leave you to fend for yourself. Every Stark for himself.”

The first few minutes were surprisingly tame. You strolled through mock living rooms and kitchens, picking out lamps and throw pillows while Tony alternated between critiquing the design choices and pointing out absurdities in the naming conventions.

“‘LÅNGFJÄLL,’” he said, squinting at a sleek gray office chair. “Sounds like a sneeze.”

“It’s Swedish,” you reminded him, tossing a cozy-looking blanket into the bag. “Not everything is meant to be Stark-level glamorous.”

“Oh, I’m not judging,” he replied, smirking. “I’m just saying if I had a billion-dollar empire to name, I’d go with something a little less…phlegmy.”

You nudged him playfully as you entered the bedroom section, where rows of neatly made beds stretched out like a sea of linen-covered clouds. Tony immediately flopped onto the nearest one, spreading his arms wide and letting out a dramatic sigh.

“This,” he said, his voice muffled against the pillow, “is where I live now. You can come visit, though. Bring snacks.”

“Get up,” you said, trying to keep a straight face. “We’re here to buy furniture, not embarrass ourselves.”

“I can multitask,” he quipped, sitting up and ruffling his hair. “What’s next? Coffee tables? Nightstands? An overpriced abstract rug we’ll regret in six months?”

“Beds,” you said firmly, dragging him toward a display of frames. “We need a new one, remember?”

He groaned but followed, occasionally pulling out his phone to snap pictures of the more outlandish setups. “For posterity,” he explained, zooming in on a loft bed shaped like a treehouse. “Or blackmail, depending on how this trip goes.”

It was around the third mattress test that things started to go off the rails. Tony, determined to prove that one of the memory foam options was subpar, launched into an impromptu demonstration of its bounce resistance by dramatically flopping onto it like a stage actor fainting in a Shakespearean tragedy. The mattress responded by launching a decorative pillow halfway across the room, narrowly missing a disgruntled shopper.

“Oops,” he said, feigning innocence as you tried to stifle a laugh. “Maybe they should rethink calling it ‘memory foam.’ Seems like it forgot how to be stable.”

“Tony,” you hissed, grabbing his arm as the nearby employee shot you a warning glare. “You’re going to get us kicked out.”

“Relax,” he said, pulling you closer with a grin that was equal parts charming and infuriating. “It’s IKEA. Getting kicked out would be a badge of honor. Now, where’s that bunk bed section? I’ve always wanted to test a slide.”

“I am not bailing you out if you break something,” you warned, though you were already losing the battle against his infectious enthusiasm.

You knew you’d regret saying it, but against your better judgment, you followed him anyway.

The bunk beds came into view like a beacon of impending chaos, a forest of miniature ladders and plastic slides. Tony’s face lit up with the kind of mischievous glee that usually preceded a major scandal or a ruined dinner party. You grabbed his arm, your reflexes honed after months of living with a man who turned everything into a science experiment.

“Don’t even think about it,” you warned, your voice low and firm.

“Think about what?” he replied, his tone laced with mock innocence. “I’m just admiring the craftsmanship. The ergonomics. The sheer audacity of a bed that doubles as a jungle gym.”

“You’re plotting something,” you accused, narrowing your eyes.

“I’m plotting nothing,” he said, raising his free hand as if swearing an oath. “Except maybe how to convince you to let me buy one of these for the office. Imagine the brainstorming sessions we could have on that bad boy.”

His gaze lingered on a particularly garish bunk bed with a bright red slide attached, and you could practically see the gears turning in his head. Before he could make his move, you steered him away, your fingers tightening on his arm.

“Focus,” you said, dragging him back toward the section with grown-up beds. “We’re here to find something for us, not for your inner child.”

“But what if my inner child needs closure?” he countered, pouting dramatically. “I was deprived of the bunk bed experience as a kid. I think it’s why I’m so emotionally stunted.”

“You’re emotionally stunted because you’re Tony Stark,” you retorted, though your lips twitched with the effort of holding back a smile.

“That’s fair,” he conceded, following you begrudgingly into the adult furniture section. “But I stand by my point. Bunk beds are an untapped market for innovation.”

You sighed, rolling your eyes as you released his arm. “Why do I feel like every time we go shopping, I end up babysitting you?”

“Because I’m irresistibly fun,” he replied, flashing you a grin. “Admit it, you’d be bored without me.”

Your response was cut short when you reached the display of bed frames, an array of sleek headboards and minimalist designs stretching out before you. Tony let out a low whistle, stepping closer to inspect a dark wood frame with clean lines and a tufted headboard.

“This one,” he said, running his hand over the polished surface. “It’s got that ‘classy but secretly kinky’ vibe. Like us.”

You choked on a laugh, shooting him a scandalized look. “Tony!”

“What?” he said, smirking. “Am I wrong?”

You glared at him, though the heat creeping up your neck betrayed your composure. “We’re not buying a bed based on…that.”

“Why not?” he asked, leaning casually against the frame. “It’s an important factor. A bed’s gotta be functional and…multifunctional.”

“Tony, I swear—”

“Relax, I’m kidding,” he said, though the glint in his eye suggested otherwise. “Mostly. But seriously, what do you think? Too much? Not enough?”

You stepped closer, trying to focus on the actual furniture and not the way Tony’s voice dipped into that low, teasing register that always made your thoughts wander. The bed was beautiful, its understated elegance perfectly suited to the vision you had for your shared bedroom.

“It’s nice,” you admitted, running your fingers along the smooth wood. “I like it.”

“See? We’re already agreeing,” he said, straightening up. “That’s progress.”

He moved to another frame, this one with a sleek metal design that practically screamed “modern bachelor pad.” Tony turned to you, raising an eyebrow.

“This one feels very ‘I make poor life decisions but look good doing it,’” he mused. “Too on-the-nose?”

“Way too on-the-nose,” you agreed, stifling a laugh.

You continued down the aisle, pausing every so often to inspect a bed or debate the merits of storage drawers versus a minimalist frame. Tony, of course, turned every option into an opportunity for mischief.

“What about this one?” he asked, gesturing to a canopy bed with flowing white curtains. “We could hang fairy lights and make it all romantic. Very Princess Diaries. Except with, you know, significantly fewer rules about what’s allowed in the castle.”

You groaned, burying your face in your hands. “You’re impossible.”

“And yet, here you are, furniture shopping with me,” he said, his voice dripping with mock smugness. “If that’s not love, I don’t know what is.”

As you moved toward the couches, the banter continued, each piece of furniture becoming a springboard for Tony’s running commentary.

“This one’s great if we ever decide to host a sitcom,” he said, pointing to a beige sectional with a vaguely 90s aesthetic. “Can’t you just see a laugh track playing every time I walk into the room?”

“No one’s laughing, Tony,” you deadpanned, though your grin betrayed you.

He plopped onto a sleek gray sofa, stretching out dramatically. “Now this is a couch. Look at this. Perfect for late-night movies, spontaneous naps, and—”

“Don’t say it,” you warned, holding up a hand.

“—strategic cuddle sessions,” he finished, his grin widening. “What did you think I was gonna say?”

You rolled your eyes, sitting beside him and nudging his shoulder. “You’re lucky I love you.”

“I know,” he said, his voice softening as he turned to look at you. For a moment, the playful spark in his eyes was replaced with something quieter, something tender. “And for the record, I love you too. Even if you do have terrible taste in throw pillows.”

“Excuse me?” you said, feigning offense. “You’re the one who picked out that hideous pineapple ornament for the Christmas tree.”

“That ornament has character,” he shot back, leaning closer. “Just like me.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you leaned into his side. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And yet,” he said, his voice dropping to a low murmur, “you’re still here.”

Before you could respond, his lips brushed against your temple, a fleeting but deliberate gesture that sent warmth flooding through your chest. You turned to meet his gaze, and for a moment, the chaos of IKEA faded into the background.

“We’re really doing this, huh?” you said softly, your voice barely audible over the murmur of nearby shoppers. “Building a life together.”

He nodded, his hand finding yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “Yeah,” he said. “We are.”

The moment was interrupted by a loud crash from a few aisles over, followed by the unmistakable sound of a frustrated parent trying to wrangle a toddler. Tony glanced in the direction of the commotion, then back at you, his grin returning.

“Speaking of chaos,” he said, standing and offering you his hand. “Shall we?”

You took his hand, letting him pull you to your feet. “If you promise not to break anything—or test any more mattresses.”

“No promises,” he said, leading you toward the next section with a wink. “But I’ll try to keep it under control. For you.”

“Lucky me,” you muttered, though your smile lingered as you followed him, ready for whatever chaos came next.

Tony was on borrowed time, and you knew it. You’d seen that particular glint in his eye—the one that said he was about two minutes away from unleashing some kind of chaos. It didn’t matter how many times you tried to corral him. Tony Stark’s ability to turn a mundane situation into a headline-worthy event was unmatched.

“Do you think Frank needs a friend?” Tony asked as he stopped at a display of oversized fake plants, his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets.

“Frank the Tree doesn’t need a friend,” you said firmly, pulling him away before he could grab the monstera that had caught his eye. “He needs a stable environment where his caretakers don’t cause disasters.”

“Wow,” Tony replied, feigning offense. “Did you just call me a bad tree parent?”

“I called you a disaster magnet,” you clarified, steering him toward the dining section. “Which, frankly, is generous.”

Tony grinned, unbothered by your jab. “I prefer the term ‘agent of chaos.’ It sounds more distinguished.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night,” you muttered, eyeing the sleek dining tables on display. “Now focus. We need something durable but not too big. Just enough for the two of us and maybe a couple of guests.”

Tony trailed behind you, his attention drifting from the tables to the bright blue dining chairs at the next display. “What do you think about these?” he asked, pulling one out and spinning it around. “They say, ‘I’m stylish but approachable.’ Like me.”

“They say, ‘I’m a bad idea in any room with white walls,’” you countered, shaking your head. “We’re sticking to neutrals.”

Tony groaned, slumping into the chair dramatically. “Neutrals are boring. Where’s the zing, the flair?”

“You are the zing and flair,” you shot back, flicking his forehead lightly. “The furniture doesn’t need to compete with you.”

Tony smirked, leaning back in the chair with a casual air. “That’s a good point. But you know what else I’m good at?”

“Causing scenes?” you guessed.

“Testing durability,” he said, standing and pulling another chair from the display. “These bad boys need to hold up to the wear and tear of daily life.”

Before you could stop him, Tony had stacked one chair atop another, balancing precariously as he climbed onto them like a child on a jungle gym.

“Tony, no—”

“It’s fine!” he called down, waving a hand as a couple of nearby shoppers turned to watch. “They’re built for this. I’m helping them with quality control.”

“Tony, get down before you—”

The chair legs wobbled ominously, and before you could finish your sentence, Tony was sent sprawling onto the display floor in a crash of tangled limbs and scattered chairs. A shocked silence fell over the aisle, broken only by Tony’s groan as he sat up, brushing imaginary dust off his jacket.

“Well,” he said, wincing as he stood. “I’d say they pass the durability test. Ten out of ten for resilience.”

You pressed a hand to your forehead, torn between exasperation and laughter as an IKEA employee rushed over, his face a mix of concern and annoyance.

“Sir, are you all right?” the employee asked, helping Tony steady himself.

“Never better,” Tony replied, flashing his trademark grin. “Just giving your furniture a thorough evaluation. You’re welcome.”

The employee’s polite smile faltered as he glanced at the scattered chairs. “Sir, we’d appreciate it if you didn’t, uh, climb on the furniture.”

“Noted,” Tony said, holding up a hand as if making a solemn promise. “I’ll stick to the ground level from now on.”

The employee looked unconvinced but nodded stiffly before walking away, leaving you to deal with the aftermath. You turned to Tony, arms crossed and your best glare locked in place.

“You’re impossible,” you said, though you couldn’t quite hide the smile tugging at the corners of your mouth.

“And yet, you love me,” he replied, reaching out to straighten your scarf like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“God help me, I do,” you muttered, grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the next section. “Now behave, or I’m leaving you here.”

The brief lull in chaos didn’t last. By the time you reached the children’s section, Tony had regained his momentum. He wandered into a brightly colored play area filled with miniature furniture, his eyes lighting up as he spotted a bright red rocking moose.

“You’re not—” you began, but it was too late. Tony had already plopped down on the moose, his knees nearly to his chest as he attempted to rock back and forth.

“Look at this,” he said, his voice full of mock wonder. “Functional, stylish, and fun. Perfect for our future kids.”

You choked on air, your face heating instantly. “Excuse me? Future kids?”

“Don’t panic,” he said, grinning as he rocked harder. “I’m just saying, this moose has potential. We should take it for a test ride.”

“Tony, get off before—”

The rocking moose groaned under his weight, and with a loud snap, one of the legs gave way, sending Tony tumbling backward in a heap. A horrified employee appeared almost instantly, his face a mask of barely contained panic.

“Sir, you can’t—”

“Yeah, yeah, I know,” Tony said, waving off the employee as he stood, rubbing his back. “No horseplay in the children’s section. My bad.”

The employee’s face turned several shades of red as he examined the ruined moose. “That’s not a horse. It’s—”

“Don’t worry, I’ll cover it,” Tony interrupted, pulling his wallet from his pocket. “How much for the moose? Name your price.”

“Sir, I don’t think—”

“It’s fine,” Tony said, patting the employee on the shoulder. “Put it on my tab.”

You groaned, stepping in before things could escalate further. “We’re so sorry,” you said to the employee, your voice apologetic. “We’ll pay for the damages and leave right away.”

The employee nodded, muttering something about speaking to the manager as he hurried off. You turned to Tony, your glare now fully justified.

“You’re going to get us banned,” you hissed.

Tony shrugged, looking entirely too pleased with himself. “If you’re going to get banned from somewhere, it might as well be IKEA.”

Before you could respond, the manager arrived—a stern-looking woman in a crisp uniform who radiated the kind of authority that could terrify even the bravest soul. She approached with an air of barely concealed exasperation, her gaze flicking between you, Tony, and the broken moose.

“Is this the gentleman responsible?” she asked, her tone flat.

“That’s me,” Tony said, stepping forward with a confident grin. “Tony Stark. You might’ve heard of me.”

The manager’s eyebrow twitched. “I have, and that’s exactly why I’m surprised by this behavior.”

“Hey, I’m just a man of the people,” Tony replied. “Testing the furniture, making sure it’s up to IKEA’s legendary standards. You’re welcome.”

The manager didn’t flinch. “Mr. Stark, we appreciate your enthusiasm, but your behavior is disruptive. And destructive.” Her gaze hardened. “I’m afraid we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”

Tony’s grin widened. “What, no second chances? That doesn’t seem very festive.”

“Effective immediately,” she continued, ignoring him. “You’re banned from this location.”

“That’s fair,” Tony said, nodding as if he’d just been handed a parking ticket. “Honestly, I’ve been kicked out of worse places.”

“—and every other IKEA store worldwide,” the manager finished, her voice firm.

That wiped the grin off his face. “Wait, worldwide? Isn’t that a little harsh?”

The manager crossed her arms, unimpressed. “You broke a rocking moose, stacked chairs like a Jenga tower, and disrupted our other customers. Consider yourself fortunate we’re not pressing charges.”

Tony looked genuinely scandalized. “You’re telling me I can’t set foot in any IKEA? Even the one in Sweden?”

“Especially the one in Sweden,” she said, her expression unyielding.

Tony turned to you, his face a perfect mixture of indignation and amusement. “Can you believe this? Banned for life. I’m a living legend.”

“You’re a living nuisance,” you replied, grabbing his arm and pulling him toward the exit. “And we’re leaving before you make it worse.”

“Fine,” he said, though he couldn’t resist one last parting shot. “But for the record, your rocking moose has design flaws.”

The manager didn’t respond, but her glare could’ve melted steel.

As the automatic doors slid shut behind you, Tony let out a low whistle, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “Well, that was a first.”

“You’re incorrigible,” you muttered, your tone somewhere between exasperation and affection.

“And yet,” he said, leaning closer as the chilly air nipped at your cheeks, “you’re still here.”

You sighed, shaking your head as a reluctant smile tugged at your lips. “Yeah. I am.”

He grinned, brushing a snowflake from your hair. “See? I knew I picked the right person to get banned from IKEA with.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, the absurdity of the situation washing over you. “Just promise me one thing.”

“Anything,” he said, his tone turning soft as he met your gaze.

“No more rocking moose incidents.”

“Deal,” he said, pulling you closer and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “But you have to admit, it was a hell of a ride.”

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burningembers91 · 2 days ago

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I have a request,

Could you do an inho/frontman fic that the reader and inho knew if each other since kids and the reader was best friends with junho and i know there’s like an age gap between junho and inho buy it could be changed to like inho being only 2 years older,and the reader basically had a crush on him and so did inho but the reader moved to a different (anywhere you want)and when she grew up, she back and somehow ended up in the games and inho remembers her and say the reader can’t remember inho, inho stills goes in to play the games cuz I think it should be around s2, and at some point the reader finds and inho protect her and stuff.

I know this is long, I just tried to explain as much I could and if you can’t do it’s totally fine.

Hi,

Thanks for ask! So, I did say on my page that I don’t create fics based on other people’s ideas, and I have a list of prompts and lyrics pinned to the top of my page that I prefer to use.

The reason I do this is because I find that I really struggle to write an idea that someone else has given me, for many reasons, but mostly because I find it difficult to be creative when the idea didn’t come from me. I hope that makes sense. I enjoy using prompts (like the ones pinned at the top of my blog), because I find it easier to weave these prompts into the worlds, characters and stories I have already created. I have a huge Word document that is full to the brim with the characters I write for, along with the stories I’ve written so far and ideas about where I want the plot to go.

I also prefer to write for the characters outside of the games/TV show plot, as it opens up the creative possibilities a lot more and I have a lot more freedom to choose where the story goes.

That being said, I am in the process of fleshing out a love triangle series between Hwang In-Ho, Hwang Jun-Ho and reader. It’s in the really early stages at the moment, but it is something I’d like to write about.

I hope that makes sense and you can understand my reasons for not taking your request on.

#squid game #squid game 2 #squid game x reader #squid game fanfic #squid game x you #hwang in ho x reader #hwang in ho #hwang jun ho x you #hwang jun ho x reader #hwang jun ho

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caligvlasaqvarivm · 3 days ago

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You said you wanted to talk about power sets and I have to say- have always been a bit confused about Seers. I've done so much research (because one of my ocs is a Seer of Heart) but I've really come up with nothing (I'm NOT the best at classpect stuff, the whole passive/active thing goes Right over my head for example). So! I guess I want to hear your thoughts on it (or if you want something more general, hearing your thoughts on the passive/active thing would also be nice)

so seers are the passive counterpart to mages, and they're both combined under the similarity of "sees the future."

Thing is, "the future" in homestuck is a mutable concept, being laid down by the actions of the players. this is the split between the seer's powers and the mage's powers: the mage's "prophecies" always come true, because the mage's ACTUAL ability is to CHOOSE a future. mages, an active class ("exploit their aspect to benefit themselves" according to calliope) actively use their aspect to collapse the possibilities of the future into a single course of events that Definitely Will Happen. because players are 3d beings experiencing time in cross-sections, this appears to be prophecy, rather than active determination.

on the flipside, then, Seers are the actual prophets, because their powers allow them to see the branching paths of the future (along with letting them just, like, regularly "see" things associated with their aspect - terezi can see brain ghost dirk, and kankri jumps in on the cronus/meenah conversation right as something pale is happening, implying that he's able to sense relationships developing so he can cockblock them.) passive classes "allow their aspect to be used by others" (according to calliope), so that's what seers do: they see the branching paths of the future through the lens of their aspect, and by doing so, serve as guides for the rest of the party - Rose, after god tiering, is constantly leading her party down the "most fortuitous path," and terezi, whose mind powers are associated with consequences, behavior, choices, and karma, is a master manipulator, able to see the branching webs of outcomes from even minor changes in behavior.

That all being said, Aspect is tied to fundamental personality, and Class is tied to character arc. The Seer character arc is hubris, followed by a fall from grace, and then with self-inflicted "blindness" to cope with the shame and guilt. For example, Rose's need to be the smartest person in the room made it easy for Doc Scratch to manipulate her; this led to her mother's death, which Rose coped with by drinking herself stupid. Terezi's overconfidence in herself as a master manipulator led to her eschewing her personal feelings and painting herself into a corner where the only viable option was to kill her BFF Vriska, the guilt of which she coped with by throwing herself into a toxic relationship with Gamzee, which was a loss for the forces of justice and karma, but a big win for the clown (plus all the stuff with her literal vision). And Kankri is currently suffering from both at once, his insistence on being the team's "spiritual leader" making him widely disliked, and his insistence on celibacy a self-induced "blindness" to his clear feelings toward latula and cronus - feelings which make him act really shitty to mituna, and make him step between cronus and meenah right as meenah's about to make Cronus reconsider some harmful behaviors.

Heart, meanwhile, is associated with feelings, intuition, motivations, the soul, and the self. Its players are characterized by vulnerability and sincerity - its players have very strong emotions, sometimes overwhelmingly so, and are also naturally gifted at understanding other peoples' inner selves, able to see them for their best... and for their worst. There's generally two ways for an Aspect to manifest "at its worst" - toxic overabundance, or "inversion," where it starts to exhibit the traits of the opposite. A Heart player at toxic overabundance is needy and fawning, demanding attention at the same time as they enthusiastically allow those with stronger desires to walk all over them, in an attempt to please the strong desires they sense - Dirk often flips between critical/controlling and needy/desperate; Nepeta lets Equius walk all over her; Meulin has TWO awful, shitty boyfriends who do horrible things to her. At inversion, they become misanthropic and manipulative, using their influence over emotion and desire to engender terrible outcomes - seeing only the worst in others, they actively work to ensure the worst sides of others are provoked into the open. At their best, then, a Heart player is able to separate good desires from bad, just wishes from selfish ones, and encourage the best in people while helping them deal with their worst.

So a Seer of Heart would start out arrogant - perhaps a Mean Girl type? Someone assured in not only their ability to engender their desired emotions from others, but entitled to those emotions. "You know you love me!" is the "vibe," so to speak. Heart players are naturally capable of sensing motives and emotions; a Seer of Heart turns that up to eleven. They'll be perfectly assured that their ships are the best ships, that their read on people is the correct read, that they'll be able to tell how others feel and how they'll react. Also they might be able to see ghosts because of Heart's sway over souls.

When something finally happens that shatters this arrogance, they'll fall into willful self-blindness to cope with the guilt and shame. As Heart is what they can see, that means they'll deliberately try to obfuscate their ability to sense feelings, motives, and emotions - perhaps literally isolating themselves and becoming a NEET/hikikomori, perhaps replacing their brain with a computer, etc. etc.

Once they overcome this and figure themselves out, they're going to specifically be great at, tbh, therapy and life coaching. able to literally see all emotional conflicts and the ways in which people will emotionally respond to certain situations, a Seer of Heart is going to be amazing at helping others understand themselves, their own feelings, and the feelings of the others on the team. they'll be insane diplomats, too, able to grok at a glance what all parties on a negotiation desire. you can't lie to a seer of heart!

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dont-offend-the-bees · 3 days ago

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I would love for Ponyo AU to hear more about a) the seaside town where Edwin lives or b) how the Night Nurse and Kashi met (something which is never addressed in the Ponyo film actually, I think) - apologies if this constitutes a spoiler for future chapters!

Thank you, my friend! Apologies for the delay in answering, life sure keeps life-ing all over me 😑

I did think about choosing an actual British seaside town to set the story in -- we do have plenty of them to choose from -- but ultimately I decided that in the name of the sort of, dreamy imprecise magical whimsy of the piece, that having an exact town you can point to on a map wasn't really what was needed or wanted.

Edwin lives in a Pushing Daisies-esque small beach town named something whimsical like Bottleby-Upon-Tweed or West Wombling or some such achingly British nonsense, and it's all brightness and noise and candy striped colours in the summer and a desaturated frame of salt-roughened old celluloid in the winter. Those two mirroring states are sort of reflective of our POV characters. The POV of the overall fic is a little muddled, there may be parts where it leans more heavily into Edwin or Charles (the growing up sequence ended up almost entirely Edwin, which I regret a bit now!) but there will often be asides to both in the same section because in my mind they're sort of learning to see the world not just through their own eyes but through each other's; Edwin, who's tired of this grey old place and these grey, miserable people, and Charles, who sees the world on the shore as this big exciting adventure. It's an odd balance and one I defo didn't nail in chapter one because I was still sort of percolating ideas, but there's a tribute to both of their viewpoints in the way I'm trying to build this fictional town around them out of drab and dour things like cold cliffs and beach litter and panopticon-esque family homes that watch you with their beady window-eyes, and out of larger-than-life adventure set pieces like killer seagulls and travelling circuses (woops chapter 2 spoiler!) and the same house again but as a castle on the hill, a stronghold. Essentially, the town is a Frankensteined scrapbook of your quintessential English beachside town, cobbled together by two children with very different memories of how the summer holiday went!

And as for Night Nurse and Kashi, well, I won't go into what the later chapters hold for them, but I have no idea how much of their backstory will make it into the fic, so. In the interest of anyone who wants to keep that part of the fic a complete surprise I'll pop it under a cut!

N.N. and Kashi aren't the focus of the fic, so I wouldn't say I've thought through every aspect of their relationship/backstory, however as soon as their role in this fic revealed itself to me I did get way more invested in them than I planned! In this fic, N.N tends to be referred to as either the sea witch, or the witch of the waves (slight Howl's Moving Castle nod, there!), but she has another name, and a relatively well-known role in ancient Greek mythology. What her history is exactly has been somewhat lost to time, oral histories and retellings being what they are, but she was once a powerful sorceress with a gift for transforming people who crossed her into animals. She's had various romantic entanglements and a number of children, all lost to her now.

She'd always lived by the sea and done a number of dealings with some famous -- or infamous -- sea-dwellers, so it was a happy coincidence that one day she happened across a strange and friendly man on the docks. He was an odd man, seemingly totally unbothered by the pain and strife in the world; and she, being a woman who'd lived through a great deal of tiresome human loss and pettiness (of literally mythic proportions), found herself drawn to him. He turned out to be a minor god of the sea and a self-described inveterate wonderer, always swimming from ocean to ocean, never having had enough of all the world can show him, but his kindness and his refreshingly direct manner of speaking seduced her, and she gave up on the world of men for good to live on the bottom of the sea -- and grew to adore it so much that she's now quite sure that the world could do perfectly well without the land or the humans in the picture, actually. They love each other very dearly, in their strange way, they're honest with each other; and she's never begrudged him his lifestyle, or his adventures, or his infrequent and unpredictable visits.

...She does take SLIGHT issue when that ridiculous overgrown seahorse of a man blows back into her neck of the woods with a winsome smile and a fresh batch of magical immortal fish-children smuggled under his arm like souvenirs from abroad, but. Fortunately for him she's been a mother before and even finds herself missing it on occasion; although the sort of broods this man produces are FAR larger than any she's had to deal with in her human years. No wonder she's just a tad stressed.

#fic: somewhere beyond the sea #dead boy detectives #dbda #payneland #the night nurse #kashi dead boy detectives #my fanfic #ask game #WOOPS THAT ENDED UP LONGER THAN PLANNED OH WELL #i wanted to get through the last of these asks tonight but my headache is Not Good so this might be your lot #i'm sick of being siiiiiiiiiick #thank you for the ask my friend!!! 💛

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a-bottle-of-tyelenol · 5 hours ago

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Ok so I’ve been thinking a lot about how to word this because, truthfully, a lot of it was just vibes but I think I’m cooking so bare with me (I really just like rambling about Eurylochus tbfh) and sorry for the super long post lolol

Obviously Athena chose Odysseus because of his intellect which happens way before Eurylochus ever comes into the picture and the real reason why the gods choose Odysseus (either as an ally or adversary) is shown through their respective arcs, but I like thinking about what would’ve happened if Poseidon chose Eurylochus and why Poseidon would’ve chosen him at all. To me, these team ups feel so narratively satisfying, especially within the debate of open arms vs ruthlessness and what Athena and Poseidon both represent on that scale in contrast to their mortals, and I think I’ve figured out why.

Each character is a reflection of Odysseus since he’s our main character— to me, all three of these characters are technically foils for him, highlighting differences in how his ruthlessness is portrayed. Athena and Odysseus have opposing arcs where Athena starts off ruthless and ends up internalizing open arms while Odysseus does the reverse. Eurylochus is the mortal foil, starting off as more ruthless than Odysseus but also far more cautious, showing Odysseus’ humanity (something very necessary in the man vs mythical arc) and introducing this concept by directly contrasting Polites, another symbol of Odysseus’ humanity. And, finally, Poseidon is the godly foil, the very representation of ruthlessness being mercy while also being very arrogant and showing Odysseus’ hubris.

What’s interesting is that none of these characters actually interact with anyone except Ody so what we have is purely Odysseus’ perception of them based on how they interact with HIM alone, rather than how their objective words or actions towards the other characters. I’ve spoken a lot on my account about how this unreliable narrative can cause discrepancies between the audience’s perceptions of these characters (specifically when it comes to Eurylochus) and it’s pretty easy to fall into the trap of demonizing any of these characters because you look at things purely from Odysseus’ perspective. It can feel like Athena doesn’t care about him in the beginning, or that Eurylochus is a coward that never ends up trusting him, or that Poseidon is a monster with no empathy. But these things are necessarily true— they’re just how things are portrayed to Odysseus.

Athena and Eurylochus

I bring this up because Athena and Eurylochus actually have a lot in common as friends of Odysseus who betrayed him, Athena for him being too human and Eurylochus for him being too godly. There is also the factor that Eurylochus is cautious and he tries to think things through, unlike Odysseus who can be arrogant and rash, and Athena could appreciate that quality. Eurylochus is also a leader, as the voice of the crew and the one who handles them the most. I’m not saying he was a better captain than Odysseus or that he could’ve led them out of all these magical situations, but the events of the Odyssey are insane and not the usual situation. In the event that everything is normal, I think Eurylochus could’ve made for a fine captain/leader and Athena could’ve respected him for that.

But where does that respect end? Well, I think the obvious answer is Eurylochus’ lack of focus on the big picture. The way he can only think about the “here and now” in most situations is the exact reason why Athena left in My Goodbye; because Odysseus didn’t have the forethought to realize how his actions will affect him in the future. I think it’s a little deeper, however, and has to do with their personal priorities. Despite both being friends who betrayed Odysseus, they did so for opposing reasons. Athena leaves because she believes Odysseus is being foolish and his inability to listen to her will lead to his own demise and she simply does not want to be around for his death (or, at least, this is how I interpret My Goodbye). Eurylochus betrays him because he sees Odysseus as a threat and believes his crew is in danger; he’s taken by the need to save the majority over saving Odysseus.

Athena’s arc being about her empathy and her gaining perspective that the humanity Odysseus had was, in fact, not wrong is the entire reason why a team up with her and Eurylochus could never work. He is too human, literally existing to highlight Odysseus’ humanity and his calls for remaining ‘just a man’. This need isn’t fulfilled by Polites— Polites isn’t around long enough to act as anything except a catalyst, a personification of grief and his open arms philosophy. It’s all Eurylochus and he is simply too human for her, both in her own perspectives and as a narrative choice. If Eurylochus’ arc had been more similar to Odysseus’ and the idea that he’s reaching reaching the understanding of why Odysseus operates the way he does then that would be one thing, but this isn’t the case. Eurylochus dies still being unable to understand why Odysseus would ever do this to them (not specifically the Thunder Bringer choice either, I also am referring to Scylla here).

Poseidon and Eurylochus

Pairing Athena and Odysseus together is a bit of a non-starter. The entire musical tells us why they were paired together; so, what about Poseidon and Eurylochus? For all intents and purposes, Poseidon should feel similarly to Athena. Eurylochus is both too human for him and, narratively, his doubt is not one that directly contradicts Poseidon’s philosophy, like open arms does. The arc these two characters have, even devoid of each other, does not mirror either of the ones that Athena or Odysseus do. Poseidon starts ruthless and he remains that way. Eurylochus does speedrun the events of the show throughout the thunder saga, but most of his arc happened between Circe and thunder and is about what doubt can do to you. But despite doubt being the biggest factor in his arc, he also starts ruthlessness and ends that way.

Put a pin in this and keep in mind that everything I just said is formed from Odysseus’ perspective. It will matter in a little bit.

For now, let’s quickly rewind for a second and start with how Poseidon is our main introduction of the concept of ruthlessness. Not much to say here, only that his explanation finally solidifies the reoccurring theme of choice that gets shown in each saga (every saga has a character making a major choice, one consistently tied into the debate of open arms versus ruthlessness). That being said, he isn’t the first character to introduce the concept as a whole. Athena isn’t much better him— something told to us through her music and her actual beliefs— and it can be easy to assume that it was her. However, Athena is not our first look at a character showing off ruthlessness either. It’s actually Eurylochus.

Zeus, despite being the catalyst for Odysseus’ first act of ruthlessness in the show, is not actually showing any moral stance or belief. He merely offers the choice. He does tell Odysseus the consequences and the way he tells him is arguably indicative of which side he’s on, but he doesn’t actually tell Odysseus to do it or that he, Zeus, believes he should. He points at the baby, tells him “kill it or your family dies” and dips. So while Odysseus killing the infant is our first exposure to ruthlessness as a concept, it isn’t until Eurylochus is introduced with Polites in Full Speed Ahead that we really see a character embody it when he suggests to strike first against the strangers on an upcoming island and raid it for food. As a side note, I try not talking about cut content that much, especially when it’s from patreon, but seeing as this entire post was inspired by the cut concept of a Poseidon/Eurylochus team up, I feel like I should mention that earlier drafts of Eurylochus have him being particularly ruthless in a way that Odysseus blatantly disagrees with before the events of Open Arms would have taken place. Eurylochus is meant to the be the human equivalent of Poseidon in this way.

However, as I said, Eurylochus is too human and, opposing that, Poseidon is too godly. Poseidon and Zeus share this sentiment, something opposed by Athena and Hermes. Even within God Games, the arguments being made by everyone is based in some level of humanity— except Hera. Apollo is upset (said very loosely here) that the sirens were killed and he feels like it’s an injustice. Hephaestus is miffed about the lack of loyalty Odysseus displays. Aphrodite is heartbroken because Odysseus abandoned his mother and she died because of it. And Ares is pissed because Odysseus was a coward and didn’t fight back. Contrast those to Hera, who isn’t upset about anything, really, and is more asking Athena to tell her why she should care about this one random man over any other random man. This isn’t particularly relevant to anything, I just find it interesting that Zeus’ generation of gods seem to portrayed with far less humanity than Athena’s generation.

Anyways, this contrast of being too human and too godly is already interesting enough to me, but I mentioned before that Poseidon probably wouldn’t like Eurylochus that much either due to these opposing ideas. Eurylochus is the first character we meet other than Odysseus that shows ruthlessness, but he is also the only character we meet that can never quite follow through with it and while that contrasts nicely to Athena, who winds up wavering in her ruthless beliefs by the end of her arc, it does lead him to be something Poseidon inherently disagrees with and despises in Odysseus.

I’ll repeat that: Eurylochus embodies the very things that both Poseidon and Athena hate about Odysseus.

So, why?

According to Jorge, Eurylochus is a bit of a coward (I, personally, disagree but I think Poseidon would hold this belief too)— the very thing that Poseidon despises. He seems to hate men that run away and that are too stupid to finish what they’ve started, both things can arguably be attributed to Eurylochus. So, other than that base ideology of ruthlessness, why is he paired with Poseidon? Is it truly a matter of Poseidon only taking advantage of a weaker human?

Well, I actually think this goes back to what I said earlier about how the show is from Odysseus’ point of view which leads to some skewed perspectives by the audience (remember when I said to put a pin in it? Yeah, we’re back). If you break down the idea of ruthlessness, the idea of saving yourself future trouble by dealing with things here and now, that kind of philosophy is one born only from experience. Odysseus is proof of that. Poseidon’s actions, from his perspective, are totally fair. Some random guy came in and attacked his son— which is only made worse by the fact that the same guy killed a bunch of that son’s sheep. Like, yes, it’s technically a misunderstanding but it’s unclear if Poseidon knows that and, if he does, I could easily see him not caring because the actions far outweigh the intent.

Six Hundred Strike has some vocal cues that imply Poseidon’s rejection might have been tied to the sympathy he has for his son, rather than just being because he feels spiteful towards Odysseus. They are foils after all, fathers that turn to ruthlessness because of their families. On that basis alone, you can assume that Poseidon cares very dearly for his family too, maybe just as much as Odysseus does.

Jorge has said before that Poseidon saying “you totally could’ve avoided all this if you just killed my son” wasn’t him saying he wanted his son to die, it’s just a fact of the matter. Honestly, if Odysseus HAD killed his son and Poseidon somehow found out it was him, the result would’ve been the same. The only way to totally avoid that scenario would’ve been not to travel to the cyclops’ island in the first place, which is insane to expect when they had no idea who or what was there. Ruthlessness as a concept is inherently flawed in that sense; every action has a consequence and most of the things you do to “save yourself” could lead you back down the same road anyways. That’s what happens when you’re working with fate versus human will!

But what about Eurylochus? Well, Poseidon being a good father is, as I said, only really implied through his meta relationship to Odysseus in conjunction with his initial motivations being about his son and the way he specifically mocks what Odysseus said to the cyclops. But, that being said, it’s also very obvious that Odysseus only really sees Poseidon as highly motivated by spite and selfishness, something acknowledged in Monster. He doesn’t say that Poseidon is doing it for his son, he says he’s doing it so no one dares to piss him off. Maybe the reason Poseidon doesn’t want anyone to step to him is out of concern for his children, but Odysseus either does not have that context or chooses not to believe it. This means, if you go by Odysseus’ perceptions of him, Poseidon will never make sense as someone paired with Eurylochus.

But, if you include the beliefs I’ve laid out and how Poseidon uses ruthlessness as a practical way of protecting his own, Eurylochus actually has a very similar mindset. He, too, prefers to go about things practically and ruthlessly while prioritizing his self-preservation and those he claims as his own— the crew. Poseidon says “the cyclops you made blind is mine” and that’s the first thing he says about his son. Poseidon is an untouchable god, he doesn’t need ruthlessness to save himself. It’s to protect his own— the territories and beings that are his. Eurylochus is the same way, only he does use it for himself because he’s mortal. It’s the minor differences like that which highlights the foil between them— too arrogant versus too cautious.

On the surface level, Odysseus’ arc seems to be a man becoming a god— Odysseus becoming Poseidon— and there is a lot of evidence for that. However, if we look past Odysseus’ perceptions and assumptions, I propose the possibility that Eurylochus is actually meant to represent what Poseidon was before he had the experience to embody ruthlessness. While Poseidon may not need the philosophy for himself, it’s implied by its existence that he’s faced losses before, losses of other beings that he’s cared about. Back to Monster, Odysseus ponders the four primary examples he knows of ruthlessness— the cyclops uses it because he lost his friends, Circe uses it to protect her nymphs with large implications of previous loss, Poseidon uses it so no one steps to him, and a soldier saves more lives by striking first. Poseidon is the only one that doesn’t not explicitly have ties to a personal loss but it can still be implied. Like I said, ruthlessness being mercy on your future self is only something that can taught through experience, which is why Poseidon kills all of Odysseus’ fleet so the lesson sticks.

If we are to assume this is true, is this not similar to Eurylochus in Mutiny? He faces loss because he made the mistake of trusting Odysseus after doubting him the entire musical and the result is an act of ruthlessness. He has to revolt against his captain, his king, his brother in order to protect himself and his own. Again, the only difference ends up being that Eurylochus is too human and he cannot actually follow through with these acts (he doesn’t kill Odysseus, only knocks him out and it can be implied through the fact that he doesn’t bleed out from being stabbed that Eurylochus probably dressed his wounds too).

But that, too, can be changed if under the right stresses or, in this case, mentorship. With Poseidon as his patron, ruthlessness can be taught and Eurylochus can, effectively, continue his speedrun of Odysseus’ arc, turning more into a monster. It makes sense to me that if Poseidon sees himself in Eurylochus, he’d take him under his wing. The bond could be more familiar, more of that “this is one of my own” mindset that Odysseus and Athena inherently lack either because of how separated/selfish they are or because of the cold wisdom that forces them apart.

There isn’t any real conclusion or thesis to this and I’m sure it’s all a bunch of unconnected rambling. I think that my main point is just that the way Eurylochus and Poseidon interact would be a direct juxtaposition to Odysseus and Athena in the sense of how familial they might act (which would humanize Poseidon and show that, even as the embodiment of ruthlessness, there’s still a little bit of open arms within him too) while also serving as a direct parallel to them in how their arcs might affect each other. Unlike Athena and Odysseus who end up switching sides, there is nothing to reverse between Poseidon and Eurylochus. All there is, is the inevitability of loss due to being unable to step down when their own is threatened. Eurylochus could never stop fighting with Odysseus over the crew and Poseidon could never stop fighting over his son. These two characters are selfish and yet, they are just as oriented on the ones they care about as Odysseus is.

I get why this pairing never ends up happening. I can’t think of a single way Poseidon and Eurylochus could make sense together with the events of the Odyssey, but I do hope we see some of them in the future— like in the small chance they’re featured in an Iliad musical or if Jorge ends up doing that idea of a small musical based on Eurylochus. I just think he and Poseidon are neat together :3

The fact that Poseidon and Odysseus are foils but Poseidon was paired so much with Eurylochus in older drafts of EPIC keeps me up at night

It really does show that Odysseus and Eurylochus are closer to each other than either of them are to godhood and it’s simply tragic that things went the way they did

#I’m so sorry the post is so long and I genuinely do hope it makes sense #I’ve been working on and off of it for the last couple days while I’ve been rlly sleep deprived so pls ignore anything redundant/nonsensical #replies #epic #epic the musical #epic eurylochus #epic poseidon #epic odysseus #epic athena #epic the ocean saga #epic analysis

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