#darksiders lust

[askthedarksidersfam]

Lust: Between the Horsemen, and all deepest desires to be true in exchange to betraying Fury, which will you take?

Fury: Usiel??

Usiel: That depends, what desires are we talking about?

Lust: All the glory and restoration of your troops!

Usiel: I’ll take the glory.

Fury: USIEL!!!

[megafan1993]

Dose anyone else hate the fact that Lust is so often linked to sex that if any character is used to represent it, they are almost always made to be nothing but sex crazed, and usually a woman as well.

The sin means so much more and could be used in much more creative ways, but unfortunately, most people go for the lazy option, and it's getting boring at this point.

It's probably why I love the take Darksiders 3 had on Lust as they show it to be far more than just sex with even its living sin being non-binary dressed in armour and using their powers to tempt somone through they biggest desire wither it be Respect , Power or Glory.

Hopefully, going forward, we can see other more interesting takes on the sin of lust and not just the same old case.

[demon64]

Thinking of that Bakugan/Darksiders crossover idea again. Mostly I'm trying to think of what the names would be. Also, for the super forms as partner Bakugan part, I'm going to so my best to go with actual Bakugan, just altered a bit to fit with the Horsemen.

Death reasonably can't be named "Death" unless it's like a nickname. Maybe it could be because his partner Bakugan would obviously be Reaper. Yeah, there is a Bakugan just named Reaper, look it up. Dean comes to mind but if I write something, maybe I'll just stick with the "Death as a nickname" idea.

War is a bit easier. Normal War could just be named Warren, while Chaos Form as the partner Bakugan could be something like "Chaos Leonidas" I guess.

For Strife, the name Stefan comes to mind for whatever reason. His partner Bakugan could be something like "Anarchy Vladitor." Guess I have the old Battle Brawlers video game also on the brain. Fits though.

And now, Fury. Human name: Faora. That was almost too easy. Partner Bakugan: I'm thinking Fear Ripper. Sure, that Bakugan doesn't exactly have a voice, as far as I remember, but just look at the guy! Definitely looks like someone for Fury to have as a partner Bakugan!

And for a bonus: Envy, with the other Sins as her Bakugan. It's fitting, considering Envy becomes the final boss after essentially stealing her trapped siblings and their power by extension. Gluttony could be an Aquas type, while Wrath is a Pyrus type. Pride could be a Haos type, while maybe Lust or Avarice could be Darkus or Ventus. That leaves Sloth as Subterra, which feels somewhat fitting.

[roseraintears]

Protective Shin is great ....but protective Sabine?

Who lost her basically second dad Kanan to the empire

Who lost her family to the empire

Who Ahsoka was afraid to train because she might have fallen to the darkside out of lust for revenge

Who has a girlfriend she loves very deeply

Sabine who kills anyone who dares to touch one hair on Shins head

[wihellib]

Asmodeus and Lust

One of the main things about I don’t want to see with Asmodeus is that he’s just the sex guy. One, because this is already a porn game so he needs to do more to stand out. And two, reducing lust to just sex is boring. Too many games fall into that trap.

One of the games that uses the concept of Lust well is Darksiders 3. You play as one of the Horseman trying to recapture the Deadly Sins. I think what I’m hoping for from Asmodeus is encompassed by the following conversations.

The player character and her companion are in a poisonous swamp, trying to track down Lust.

Watcher: Not a particularly “lusty” location, is it?

Fury: Have you learned nothing? Appearances can be deceiving. Besides, Lust never appears as expected.

Watcher: What exactly do you mean by that?

Fury: The notion of sin is one thing. The concept of “lust” is something else entirely. Especially humanity’s concept of lust.

Watcher: I see. As in, a lust for...

Fury: You name it. The humans have quite the imagination. Lust is everything to everyone. That’s what makes Lust so dangerous.

Then, in your first meeting with Lust.

Lust: Can you guess what I... lust after? In this sad broken world... what is there left to want?

Fury: Power.

Lust: Hmmm. I always thought your were the smart one. Pity. To what do I owe this distinct pleasure?

[muscledemon666]

PRAYER TO GIVE YOUR SOUL TO

SATAN

SATAN in the name of Dar I bid you “ Come Into Me”. Take all of me. Mind, Body & Soul. Feed me your Darkness that I might grow in you. Come to me in the night filling my Sacs with your Lust, Evil and Insatiable Hungers. Bring my Sacs to boiling, Stiffen my Cock to Steele. Corrupt the very essence of who and what I was. Satan this hour, minute & moment make me yours. I deny all who do not serve you. I cast my loathing and hate on all who oppose you. Satan let me drink of thy Cup and be reborn in you! In the name of Dar I take this pledge unto thee!

Feel the power of those words. I am Dar…Messenger of Satan. I will guide, mentor, empower and help you. If you hunger contact me and I will change your life. INSTAGRAM: Darkdemondar666, TELEGRAM: @darkdemondar666, BarebackRT.com: DemonDAR666, RECON: DarkDemonDar666, GRINDR: MuslDAR666, Adam4Adam: MuscleDEMON666. When you contact me always state your FIRST NANE, AGE & GENERAL LOCATION. I URGE ALL OF YOU to share this prayer and all of my internet postings on X and all of your other sites. This is your sacred duty to spread my messages. For those of you who have not yet heard my voice. Go to SoundCloud under Satanic Prayers there are 5 Audio tracks of my chants and prayers. Listen to them and it will change your life. I believe if you search The Darkside rises you will find them. I’m here to help and guide you to HIM.

[monochromatictoad]

Ok! I finally got to Sloth and defeated him! I am now at Pride and let me tell y'all something. Pride is kinda 👀. She's really purty. Also, as soon as I saw the cathedral she's taken over, my instincts immediately told me I was facing Pride next! After all, who's more prideful than an American Christian? Also this is what she looks like.

Edit: I don't get to fight her yet. 🥲

I got Darksiders 3 yesterday and I am currently playing through it. First impressions, I love the visuals, but the controls are hard to get used too. Of course I'm playing it on the switch, but the camera is very unruly. However, I love Fury so much more than I thought I would. The Watcher following her? Love her. Envy? Love her. Ulthane? Love him. Vulgrim? Love him. So far I love it. I also love Fury's accent? Also, Strife is in the disguise as Jones right? Or was that just a fandom thing? Because, I love Jones as well.

[charalysis]

Darksiders: Fury

And finally onto our last Horseman, Fury.

Fury was long awaited by Fans when her game released, everyone eager to see the lone woman amongst the Four and who she was to be. Many speculated for a bit that maybe she'd ironically be the levelest one of the group (at least what I saw).

Fury, is in fact, consistently furious and snappy. She is aggressive, if not hostile. She's petulant and snotty. Often she is tactless and rude. She is self centered and holds herself in very high regard, thinking she's the strongest.

She wasn't chosen to kill the Sins because she was the best for it or just the only option to the Council. No, they sent her because she was most susceptible to them which we shall dive into here. We can actually go about this today in list format and discuss the ways in which Fury has been like, or is like, the Deadly Sins themselves.

Starting off with the easiest,

Pride: Fury holds herself in incredibly high regard at the start, believing she should lead the Horsemen. She genuinely thinks she has the raw power and authority to command her brothers, forgetting that the current leader, Death, is far older and far more powerful than her. Death is near indestructible, able to withstand War ramming Chaoseater through him. Meanwhile, the very leader Fury seeks to usurp specifically made an artifact, Nephalem's Respite, to heal her because she kept getting hurt so much. Fury also seems to believe the others would follow her lead, despite there being no evidence that they would. She shows her ass a lot on conversation with humans and Makers, thinking herself above them and insulting them.

Wrath: Fury is aptly named, being consistently enraged, snappy, and aggressive. While War is temperamental and can become utterly enraged, he is typically pretty level headed. Fury, however, loses her cool constantly. She screams at people, threatens them, and is always ready to attack. Its truly not a wonder that Wrath himself likes her, probably seeing a partner as angry as he.

Sloth: Despite her own claims, Fury is ultimately lazy, though its mostly in her quest for power and authority. Until her game, she's actually seemingly done very little to further her own ambition. She's also very easily lulled into nap time by Sloth because, yes, she is tired. But she's not addressing what's made her feel that way. Consistent, sustained anger, hurt and grief over Rampage, loneliness without her brothers, feelings of unworthiness as she kept not reaching her goal of leading... She is tired of it all, and she does just want to rest and let the world move on without her.

Avarice: Fury is greedy, but not for material items. She craves power and authority. She covets specifically the leadership role Death occupies and is eager to claim it, and hold it. She seeks a lot from others in general, upgrades, items of power and use, information... She's very demanding and seeks to almost hoard things for herself to make herself better. However, she is possibly least suspectable to the manifestation of greed, Avarice himself, because he primarily seeks material items.

Lust: Fury surprisingly seems to have the best understanding of what Lust as an entity and concept is. She explains to the Watcher that lust isn't just what humans interpret, that being a concept of seeking physical intimacy, but a more amorphous concept surrounding desire as an entirety. And as she covets power and the position of leader, so too does she long for it. She's almost desperate for it and she desires it so badly, she almost falls for Lust's illusion of her brothers telling her she's the new leader.

Gluttony: Fury is perhaps the least suspectable to Gluttony as a concept, being that the false food is obviously fake to her. She's not looking to gorge herself, or indulge in much of anything, expect maybe power, but she's not a "stuff my face" kinda gal. In fact, she broke Gluttony's illusion pretty quickly, recognizing it as such almost immediately.

Envy: Jealousy is one of Fury's greatest flaws. She is viciously jealous of the power and confidence her brothers have in themselves. She's jealous of Death's authority, of War's strength, and Strife's confident nature. She's trying to be what she isn't and can't be, which is why Envy is the final boss, why Envy is next to her the entire game. Her greatest flaw and struggle is with jealousy.

All these combined, I think its safe to say, Fury isn't actually all that confident in herself, at least not by the end. Truthfully, I don't think she was ever as confident as she painted herself. I think she masked her insecurity behind bravado and rage.

Let's look at her circumstances and who surrounds her.

One, she's the only woman left of the Nephilim. We don't know how women were treated by the men amongst the Nephilim, but I personally think they were treated the same, as a soldier. However, it is possible women were sought out to forcibly create another generation. We don't know for certain. Regardless, being the singular woman amongst her brothers probably isn't a great feeling.

Two, Wrath says that he and the other sins used to call her the dumb one. Now, Fury is as intelligent as her brothers, however she's much more emotionally charged than them, acting on impulse and rage, and she frequently ignores the finer details until its too late. That isn't to say the boys don't also have blind spots or emotional impulses, they clearly do. Death, for example, ditches all other Balance responsibilities to go erase War's alleged crimes because War someone he cares deeply about.

However Fury being specifically called "the dumb one" would be incredibly hurtful and a big blow to Fury's ego. She seems to believe she's the smartest and strongest of the Four, but to have a being she sees as lesser laugh at her and insult her like that would probably hit her exactly where she hurts most. Its possible she doesn't actually believe she's intelligent, or at least she's buried the idea so far it doesn't crop up until its dredged up again by the events of 3.

Three, she's constantly belittling others. Calling Strife "the delicate one", insulting how Death smells, insulting humans and Ulthane to their faces, treating Vulgrim like crap (not that he's unused to that from the Four, which really, they need to fix lol), and she belittles Usiel for acting to protect his angels. She's frequently using these to draw reaction, or to go " but I'm not like that".

Truthfully, I don't think its until her fight with Lust that she starts to examine herself and her situation. And I think the illusion of her brothers shook her a bit.

For her, leadership is a big goal, but something about the illusion reveals a bit more about her.

For context, in this illusion, Lust is suddenly shot by Strife. The three men approach their sister and explain that they were sent to aid her, but with her as newly appointed leader, so sayeth the Council. What breaks this illusion for her? Her brothers kneeling before her.

Her reaction to this is visceral. Pure rage. Which anger would be understandable at being tricked, but she is righteously pissed about the kneeling. The anger around this is peculiar because until that point, Fury has expressed no care for them, but it seems she cares a lot for her brothers and how they are represented.

Now, I know many will likely argue that her anger is just over being tricked and she's telling Lust off with, "You shouldn't have made them kneel", as if its passive aggressive criticism of his illusion. I would like to argue though, that when Fury has seen through illusions other times (Gluttony's for example), she's smug and will make a comment like that with a lot of smugness. This was pure anger.

This anger tells me that she hasn't truly seen her brothers as subservient and that she actually respects them more than she lets on, and she loathes their depiction as submissive to her will. I also believe this shows she doesn't necessarily want to lead. She just wants to prove herself as better than what others have believed her to be in the past.

(Plus, her Brothers kneeling being the sign it was an illusion is probably linked to the fact that she, War, and Strife probably dont kneel to Death. While Death's the leader, its honestly probably more for group missions or ceremony's sake to them.)

Onto the symbolism in her design! Once more, we may be diving a bit into Biblical symbolism as we did with War.

Firstly, the covers on her ears.

These could very well be linked to a practical desire to protect her ears from the elements, especially when using magic, which ties itself into her hair seamlessly. Symbolically, it shows an unwillingness to listen to others; opinions or reason from others don't go into her ears because she's unwilling to hear anything but what she wants to.

The eye over heart is another interesting design choice. Biblically speaking, we may look to Matthew 20:1-15. In short, "Matthew 20:1-15 is a parable in which a typical Evil Eye accusation is employed to denounce envy as incompatible with life in the kingdom of heaven and detrimental to the community's well-being."(quote from journals.sagepub.com).

This is particularly interesting as Envy is the primary antagonist in Darksiders 3, and once Fury learns the truth and understands clearly the reality, she goes after the embodiment of Envy and relinquishes her own jealousy.

The placement of the eye is also over her heart, symbolically saying she views her situation and life with her heart/emotions over using her head, especially when you consider her own eyes are solid white in color without clear pupils. This gives the impression of her thinking with her heart over her head, thus contributing to her being blind to anything requiring stronger analysis.

By the end of her game, Fury has changed her view on many things. She understands the Council is corrupt, War innocent, humanity must be preserved, and that she's not exactly all that and a bag of chip. She's a bit softer and trying to be better than she was.

Tl;Dr: Fury both a temperamental child and a confident woman, though her confidence boarders on cockiness and her anger outbursts get her into deeper shit than necessary, but she learns better by the end.

[gauntletqueen]

YEESSSS DARKSIDERS 3 LUST IS FUCKIN EVERYTHING TO ME

• Nuanced approach to lust/desire - ✅️

• Incredibly cool usage of social influence as a power - ✅️

• Unnecessarily over the top yet absolutely delightful Outfit - ✅️

• Cool Sword Play - ✅️

• Incredibly fun dynamic / gets the closest of any Sin to actually getting Fury to do what they want - ✅️

• Non-binary Icon - ✅️ (who absoLUTELY could make sexy-lust-desire work still)

I fuckin love this version of Lust, easily one of my favorites in the limited selection I've encountered. Superb. Love them

FOR REEEAAAL

It's hard to find good images of them but their design is SO COOL

All the points you listed are so true btw. Easily my favorite version of Lust across any media I've ever seen. Said this in the tags that inspired this ask, but I LOVE that they don't use sexual lust to tempt Fury, instead using her lust for power and control and getting into her head that way. It's a MUCH more interesting (and accurate) portrayal of Lust instead of the usual horny bait no matter what. It's also implied that Lust's appearance is different for everyone depending on their desire, and with that in mind, their design as an ostentatiously decked out warlord fits perfectly!

God I wanna replay Darksiders III just to see all the Sins again

[kyglow]

OPEN TO: f / nb 21+

CHARACTER: denver - corrupt police detective ( fc: pedro pascal)

PLOT: the club within the club: the new girl working in the underground club filled with the corrupt and those who are involved in crime. your muse is surprised to see them here. they know/knew each other outside of the club. your muse has discovered my muse has a darkside.

RELATION: anything

sliding the wad of cash between her cleavage while his other hand held his glass half full of whiskey. taking a sip when eyeing her with mischief, intrigue and lust. denver had managed to get her alone in one of the private rooms of the underground club as he couldn't believe they were here working and on their first night too. the older male didn't want anyone else or any of his work colleagues at the club to have her requesting her to be with him yet his motive was twisted as he couldn't help but grow curious about the two of them being intimate even if it was wrong. " that should be enough to keep your mouth shut but not too tight of course. " he snickered and then handed her his glass to take. " can't have you telling anyone about this place or about what you saw, understood? " he would state firmly as he was in a way looking out for her. " get me a new one and do me a favor loosen up a little have one yourself might take the edge off. " instructing her to fetch him a drink and have a drink herself. denver flashed her a smirk. eyes would be drawn towards her cleavage eager to get her naked.

[imagine-darksiders]

<3 I joined tumbler originally looking for other people who loved Darksiders, I'm happy I found your page. It always genuinely makes me smile and laugh when I see your posts. <3

Your love interest: Lust

Your bff: Targon

[super-sootica]

Where's my incredibly hot friend gone darkside to be a rival I have breathtaking chemistry with? How will our love and lust become clear and palpable to the viewer mid fight if I am not allocated an incredibly hot friend gone darkside?

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Light on the Darkside - Chapter Twenty Five.

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen Fourteen Fifteen Sixteen Seventeen Eighteen Nineteen Twenty Twenty One Twenty Two Twenty Three Twenty Four

Tag list - In the comments. Please DM to be added/removed.

Words - 4,037

Warnings - 18+ throughout. Topics cover depression, suicide and eating disorders. Minors DNI!

Letting her pyjama bottoms fall on the way to the bed, her vest was thrown off just before she took a seat on the edge, James removing his t shirt while being hauled closer by a hungry set of hands grasping his belt. As ever, she was very happy to see what sprang free after removing his jeans and boxers. 

“Good freakin’ god,” she purred, “that cock. I married so bleedin’ well.”  

Anything might have replied with was stuck in his throat, Ella’s mouth closing around the head of his hardness and sucking, her nails grazing over his abs. The muscles corded tight with the addition of her tongue flicking over the tip, his breath hitching, fingers combing through her hair as he watched himself slowly disappear in her mouth. 

Her lips slid to the base, pulsing a few times, dragging back slowly as she reached for his nipple piercings, hooking her little fingers through them and tugging hard. His cock bobbed in her mouth, a groan of smoky sin rumbling, hands tightening in her hair as her mouth plunged forth once more.  

He weighed heavy and thick upon her tongue, Ella looking up at him from under her lashes, her cheeks hollowing as she added a little pressure, just enough to have him gritting as his chest shuddered. She studied him, the fine sculpture of his features, the chiselled rise and fall of his muscles, the many years she’d been with him never dulling the attraction. She was still the girl who had bloomed with shooting stars when he’d first kissed her. 

That appreciation went right to her mouth, keening and firming, moaning softly around the bulk of him, her eyes fixed on his. She had his nerves alight with star song, pleasure crackling bright beneath his skin. It was too much, she knew his body way too well, James grasping beneath her chin and gently levering her back, pushing her onto the bed, hands spreading her thighs apart.  

His stubble scraped against her hip, hands pressing her down, her breasts grasped in the clutch of hot, calloused hands, the metal of the rings he wore cool against the warm silk of her skin. Bringing his mouth to her, his tongue dipped into her folds, sweeping flat, the sensation sharp toothed as it rooted like a pin into her bones.  

Tossing her head back, she mewled at the sensation, hands grasping his powerful forearms as her feet came to rest on his shoulders, heels digging into the tattooed bulk as he ate her like ripe fruit. His lips sucked firm, her clit throbbing as the pleasure tightened, his gaze peering at her over the rise of each breast. How he’d never tire of watching her enjoy him. 

She felt his lips curl a smile against her slick, tongue but a rapid flicker over her bud, the sensation sizzling right to her very marrow. “Fuck, fuck!” she wailed softly, hands going to his hair, winding around the endless masses of pure, spun silk midnight. Her fists tightened, and it evoked a grunt of lust, James releasing his suck upon her to lay a sharp bite at her inner thigh, arousal coursing through him. Panting hard against her, he licked and sucked until she was trembling from it, the snap of magic against her soft pink sparking hot, the honey of her cunt streaming onto his tongue. 

Pressing her thighs flat to the bed, he moved back up her body, kisses peppered over her skin, slow like honey, mouth moving to trail licks up her side. His tongue flickered over her waist, the slight jut of her ribcage, the deliberate cool metal slide of a nipple piercing over her tender clit making her jolt. 

Kisses of sheer urgency reached her neck as he pushed against her, a blunt snag suddenly giving way, aqueous heaven encasing him as the slick heat of her fractured around the heft of his shaft. His mouth pressed to hers, kissing the celestial sonnet from her lips, her cries muffled by the intensity, her limbs hugging around him.  

His cock dragged her walls as he filled and emptied her, warming her veins with biting pleasure as he speared her deep. The roll of his hips was a slow current, her own body rising and falling to him like an ocean tide, nails scraping down his back as she panted against his mouth, kisses burning, hot embers tumbled molten.  

He felt immense within her, a piston driving hot, but the pace remained lazy and undulating, sparks rolling over her spine again and again. Each rolling thrust fractured little storms beneath her skin, swirling tempests that whirled up her spine, his teeth gently nibbling her lower lip as her mouth hung agape.  

“Those pretty moans, darlin’.” he murmured, his mouth pressing to hers, a slight rotation of his hips evoking more of them, his cock hitting her at the kind of angle that had her thighs quivering. Lifting her legs a little higher, her cunt sucked him in deeper, moans pooling and spilling into their kisses, Ella’s eyes shining with the lust he never failed to stir in her. 

His fingers laced with hers, placing her hands back above her head, teeth scraping at the column of her neck as he bore down into her harder. The wet sounds of his cock sliding into her made the little mumbled words of pleasure falling from her lips lost to his ears, the lewd sound spurring him, his thrusts becoming faster as his head fogged with the amazing sensation of her clamping around him.   

Her cunt poured around him, Ella feeling the thick vein that ran the length of his cock pulsing against her tender walls, pulling from his grasp, her nails sinking into his shoulders and pulling down to graze over his back. He shuddered atop her, teeth nipping her neck, his groan all smoke and salt as he rucked into her harder.   

“Fuck, oh, you feel so good!” she gasped, hands touring the flexing muscles in his back, her hips driving up against his as their mouths locked together again in steamy, smouldering kisses. Little flint strikes glimmered at their point of fusion, James moving to kneel before her, pushing her legs back to touch her chest, his thumb dragging in a slick rub against her clit.   

It streaked through her, tendrils of pleasure winding tight and creeping up her spine like vines, her cries loudening all she was safely able to allow them as he began to pound into her in frenzy. Each hard thrust scraped sparks that glinted bright, his cock unrelenting until it broke over her and burned white hot. 

He left her reeling, spilling into her with a moan as he came seconds after her, Ella accepting the settling of his body back into her arms. 

“Bloody hell,” she panted, smiling as she stroked his hair. “I’m so fucking dick drunk.” 

He snorted with laughter, laying kisses to her cheek and neck. “Nice to know I’ve still got it, innit.” Oh, he did. He really, really did, Ella lying beneath him clouded by the erotic fog he’d fucked her into, bliss ensnared as she felt the pleasant pulse of his cock twitching within her. Suffice to say she slept very soundly that night. 

The following morning, she awoke early, no patients to see, only her family to dedicate her time to. That began with her and James doing a more standard workout together, moving into the garage that wasn’t used for the housing of vehicles. The double space was dedicated to all things music and gym, equipment for rough recording and instruments on the right, weights and suchlike on the left.  

“I remember a time you’d have been shitting horrified to have an arse like this,” James spoke, grabbing a good handful of it. “Now look at you! Actively encouraging peachy cheeks, innit!” 

Ella did like her weighted squats, this much was true. Even more so? Her husband’s reaction to the aforementioned peachy bum. “I like the way I fill out a pair of gym leggings.” 

“As do I,” he grinned, pulling them down and then ducking to bite her bum, Ella squealing.  

“Such a bleedin’ beast!” Several smacks followed as if to confirm, both leaving the garage and entering the house again wrapped around one another. “Hmm, it’s still quiet.”  

He arched an eyebrow. “Mmm, it is, ain’t it?”  

That morning, a little extra cardio was attained in having an extremely hot quickie against the kitchen units. Twice in the space of seven hours; it was like they were in their early twenties again. They showered quickly and dressed in comfy casuals, Ella her favourite oversized sweater and leggings, James his standard jeans missing the knees and a band t shirt, heading back downstairs. They found Lyra sitting at the island, drinking juice and eating Marmite slathered pitta breads, a fondness she’d inherited from her mother.  

“Morning, my love. How’d you sleep?” Ella cooed, rubbing her back affectionately. Her hand was shrugged away, Lyra curling her lip. God, she was so much like James in his younger years while at his most pissed off and belligerent; only times about a thousand. 

“Dad, I’m walking up to meet Kitt at about ten, then we’ll be back here for about half past. Is Gaz still coming round?” she asked, completely ignoring her mum. 

“Yeah, but answer you mum, monster. She just asked you a question.” A nod in Ella’s direction forced his daughter to actually acknowledge her, or rather, the frown coupled with it did.  

“Fine thanks.” She was out of her seat and back upstairs within a blink, Ella’s lips thinning. 

“Looks like I’m going to be enemy number one for a while longer, then,” she groaned, moving to the kettle, having James grasp her shoulders and steer her into a seat instead.  

“You sit, I’ll do the tea and breakfast and all that.” She smiled as he dropped a kiss to her forehead, glad of him as always. While she had a massive omelette and baked beans they shared cooked for her, James doing the same thing again but smaller for Zara and Freya when they awoke, they chatted about the coming day.  

Gaz would be arriving that morning to surprise Kitt, the boy mentioning a few times that he wanted to become better on bass guitar, so James deciding to offer some expert advice since his own skills on the instrument were, as Gaz humorously referred to them, ‘absolute wank.’ Ella and Hester were going out with the youngest of the Kingston girls, having a day of clothes shopping.  

The lazy nature of the morning continued, Ella getting her smaller daughters ready while the grumpy one went to meet Kitt, the pair heading directly to the garage upon their return.  

“Dude, you make that look so easy,” Kitt spoke, watching James running through the opening riff to Forgotten Nightmare, one of the tracks from Endless Void, their second studio album. 

James’s fingers sped over the frets like lightning before he stopped, reaching for the rest of his tea and draining it. “Far from it, mate. It’s all practice though, becomes muscle memory in the end. You still have to pay attention, but it’s less like thinking of it and more doing it. Does that make sense, or am I talking out my arse?” 

“Nothing unusual there,” Lyra muttered, without a hint of playful chirp. James counted to ten, not wanting to rise to it. Especially not in front of her best friend. Luckily, she went back into the house just as Kitt was replying. 

“Yeah, it makes sense. I don’t have to think about the bass lines from some songs that much any longer because I practised them to death,” he spoke, looking down at the large, black bass upon his lap. “Except for everything off of Fire in a Frozen Sky. All of that is tricky. I need guidance there!” Indeed, by their sixth album, the technical progressions had become even more advanced, so James couldn’t blame him for needing a little help.  

Help, it seemed, had also just appeared in the doorway. “Well, now’s your chance to ask the man himself,” James beamed, nodding towards the door. Upon following that nod, Kitt’s eyes almost fell out of his head.  

“No way,” he gaped, pointing. “You’re Tyrant. Standing right in front of me. Oh, god!” 

Gaz grinned, offering his hand. “I am, but you can call me Gaz, mate. Right, ole’ Jim here told me you wanted to get better on bass, so I’m here to teach ya!” 

The kid simply couldn’t believe it. “Really? You haven’t got work or anything?” 

“Nah,” he shrugged, James interjecting. 

“He’s a kept man.” 

“I am! The wife earns a damned decent wedge. CEO of a logistics company, so I don’t need to work around what I do in the band,” he revealed, chewing the side of his thumb while placing his guitar bag down. “Don’t mean I’m lazy, though. I’m a fucking proper good house husband! Do it all, mate. Laundry, cleaning, cooking, gardens, DIY, all of that. And I make sure the missus gets a damned good shagging on the regular!” 

Kitt snorted with laughter, reaching for his can of Coke. “Lucky. I don’t even have the right bits to give any girls a damned good shagging. I mean I could figure it out, but I hate what I’ve got, y’know. Sucks, dude.” Suddenly, he felt a bit bashful about being so suddenly candid over his girl body woes, but he needn’t have. 

“Yeah, that’s gotta be tough for ya, lad, looking down and there’s no dick,” Gaz spoke, taking a seat beside him. “Not that you should be shagging at thirteen, though. Enjoy being a kid for a bit longer before you start worrying about women, my man!” 

James laughed, pointing at him. “You’re right, but like you can talk, shagging birds when you were fucking twelve, ya tart!” 

“Oi, the lad don’t need to hear this, son!” Gaz shouted, reaching to place his hands over Kitt’s ears, who was beaming through his laughter. It was amazing, to be so accepted for who he was without question, and by none other than two of his musical idols. It was a dream come true for him. “Right, let’s get started, then. Kingston, fuck off and go make us a brew, yeah?” 

He received a middle finger, but James still hauled himself up and left the garage to go and do as requested, running into his wife in the kitchen doing the same thing. 

“So, did Kitt’s eyes come out on stalks when Gaz walked in?” she asked, taking a bite out of the biscuit she held, popping the final piece into his mouth as he moved in front of her. 

“Yeah, little. He couldn’t believe it, mouth dropped open, proper pleased, he was,” he revealed, grabbing a mug and placing a teabag in, as well as Gaz’s ungodly number of sugars. Six. Hester had long feared for his teeth, attempting to wean him onto honey or agave syrup to absolutely no avail.  “Alright, monster,” he then called as Lyra came back down from upstairs, acting completely unfazed by her surliness.  

“Hm.” 

She’d been quiet all morning, moving through the house without further word, returning to go and observe Kitt taking his bass lesson and likely have a little jam with the pair, since of course her dad had taught her how to play guitar as soon as she’d been capable of holding one. And she was good. Better than he’d been at twelve.  

“Back to communication in a series of grunts,” Ella sighed, stroking his chest as she rested her forehead against it. “I wish she could work out that we’re not the enemy. Well, me more than you.”  

“And I’ve got all this to come,” Hester spoke as she emerged from the downstairs bathroom and entered through the kitchen door. “As if this little bundle isn’t giving me enough fucking grief as it is!”  

“Alright, Hest. Still throwing up like you’ve got norovirus, then?” he spoke, giving her a hug and kissing her head.  

Norovirus would have been a blessing compared to what she was contending with. “I am, darl. Ugh, it’s rough.” While he went about making tea, the women chatted about morning sickness, Ella offering her a plethora of advice in what worked well for her. James remembered back to her pregnancy with Lyra, the high-speed running through their old flat to throw up, reminding her of that one time she didn’t make it.  

“Oh, good freakin’ god, he was pissed off!” she barked with laughter, remembering colliding with Snedders and duly throwing up all over him.  

“Made a change of him smelling like Old Holborn and manky dreads,” James snorted, still laughing as he remembered it. “Right, I’m going back to enjoy my lad’s morning, and hope the gatecrashing little ball of sour don’t fucking ruin it, innit.”  

Leaving the kitchen with two mugs in his grasp, he walked back around to the garage, placing the one which the spoon could have stood straight up in next to Gaz, sitting back down opposite them, turning to where Lyra sat adjacent with one of his guitars in her lap.  

“Getting a bit too good, kid. Might send you up on stage instead of me one time,” he smiled, Lyra strumming away. 

“Hm.”  

So, this was how it was going to be. He made a pledge to himself right there not to rise to it, no matter how much she chose to ignore him. That was until her mouth finally began to open more, feeling relaxed enough to give him a few snarky remarks here and there over the following hour. 

“I love that picture up there,” Kitt spoke as they had a break from playing, pointing up to the huge cork board that contained a plethora of old photographs of the band, along with many faces from the extreme and black metal scene. The one he was pointing to showed James and good friend Fenriz, aka Gylve Nagell, one half of the two-man team who comprised Norwegian black metal legends Darkthrone.  

“Ahhh, yeah, fucking cracking night, that was,” he laughed, remembering how the band had met up with a few fellas from the scene over in Norway on tour, the Darkthrone guys being just two of them. “He’s a good lad, Gylve. Got a lot of time for him. Especially when he winds up the wife. Hang on.”  

Going into his desk drawer, he flicked through a pile of old photo albums, locating the one labelled ‘Scandi tour, 2002’ and flipping through it. “Look, I took that one five seconds before he picked Ella up and threw her straight into a bloody lake. She was so fucking angry with him, innit!” 

Gaz boomed with laughter, Kitt taking the pictures and flipping through, seeing the results of a soaking Ella kicking Fenriz up the arse, the man himself in hysterics.  

“I remember that, yeah!” Gaz spoke. “She was complaining about being too hot so he just ducked, shoulder lifted her and chucked her in!” Flicking through, they then landed on one of Lyra as a baby, being held aloft by Fenriz Lion King style, grinning widely. He turned it to show her, Lyra smiling somewhat.  

“He loved you when you were a baby, always grabbed you from your mum and sat there pulling faces and making you laugh,” James spoke, remembering back to that time. God, she’d been such a happy baby. “He’d have a job trying to make you smile now, though.”  

“Nah, he wouldn’t,” Lyra began, placing the guitar down. “Gylve always makes me laugh. Doesn’t treat me like I’m a kid, listens to me, he’s great. Wish I lived with him.”  

“Yeah, because me and your mum are demons these days, apparently,” James spoke with an eye roll. 

“You sound like one on your backing vocals,” Kitt spoke, leaning back rapidly when James went to grab his nose. “But it’s a good thing!” 

“Better not be having no sass out of you as well, bro!” he laughed, taking the album back from him.  

“You couldn’t handle that, could you, dad? Apparently, you like Kitt more than you do me these days,” Lyra remarked, folding her arms as she sat back in her seat. 

Picking up his cold tea, he sank it in one gulp. “You’re probably right there, kid. He don’t give me shit just for breathing for one thing.” 

“Oh, and I do? Just for breathing? Yeah, right.” 

He gave a slightly uncomfortable looking Gaz and Kitt a glance that sent out a silent apology, turning to his daughter. “Are you done? Cos’ Lyra, you’re only embarrassing yourself, innit.” 

The smirk she gave was all him when he was her age, and it pained him somewhat to admit it. “I think I’m embarrassing you, really. The fact that I’d rather live with one of your mates than you and my overbearing mother. Yeah. You should be embarrassed, dad. You and her, always treating me like I’m three, never letting me do anything I want to and...” 

That was as far as she got before her father finally had enough. 

“Nah, kid. This is top grade, total bullshit,” he cut in with, pointing at the door. “Either fix your mood or get out. I dunno who you think you’re showing off for, but your mate here is obviously uncomfortable, and me? I’m reaching the end of my pissing rope with how bad your bloody attitude is. Make a decision.”  

“See you later, Kitt.” She was off in a flash, leaving her friend there feeling just as uncomfortable as her dad had detailed.  

James gave him a thin smile of apology. “Sorry, man.” He then took a moment to contemplate. “Tell me, is she being moody with you and your friend group too?”  

“Yeah, a bit. She mostly just moans about Ella, sometimes you too,” he confessed. “I told her that she’s lucky to have such awesome parents, but I don’t really wanna get too involved, y’know?” 

He reached for his arm, gripping it softly. “You don’t have to. Right, let’s jam then, shall we?”  

Kitt stayed for a further half an hour before leaving, Gaz heading back home as well, just leaving James and Lyra in the house. As soon as he was gone, she emerged from her room once more.  

“Why have you got to act like that in front of Kitt? Having a go at me, I was just messing around, dad,” she spat, James feeling his inner furnace begin to heat up. 

Count to ten. Count to ten. “I’m not an idiot, Lyra. You were acting like that to get a rise out of me because you’re pissed off with your mum and I. End of story, kid.” 

“It isn’t, though! I’ve had enough of not being able to do the smallest thing, like watch a film with you or stay out late when all my other friends are allowed to!”  

God, she just wouldn’t let it go. “Rules are rules, and that’s final. I’m not getting into an argument with you about this, because it’s so bloody trivial.”  

“It isn’t, though!”  

The volume of her scream rang in his ears, James sighting as he ran his fingers through his hair, hands flexing at the back of his head. “Look, is there something else bugging you? The reaction you’re having to me and your mum setting a few basic rules is massively overblown, innit. So, what else is it that’s bothering you? As your dad, I need to know, because like I say, all of this can’t just be because of us.” 

“Nothing! It’s just you two, all the time!” 

“Lyra, come on. It can’t be, it’s...” 

“Oh for fucks sake, you’re getting just like her! Always wanting to get inside my head and control me! Just leave me alone!” Off she stomped again, leaving James to enjoy the silence of a room not occupied by a teenager with raging emotions.  

He was glad of the peace, for all of half an hour. 

[demon64]

Deciding to go over Darksiders characters if they were SMITE and what classes they would fit. I have a feeling this may be both a bit harder and easier than with League, both because I have played less SMITE and because there are only there are only five classes in SMITE. Here we go!

FURY: Warrior. She's not as tanky as War, nor has the same range as Strife, or even as quick of a fighter as Death, so her being the more "balanced" of the Four in terms of stats makes the most sense to me. I do also feel that maybe she could fit Assassin as well.

DEATH: Assassin. Not as tanky as War, nor has the same range as Strife, or even as brutal of a fighter as Fury, so him being a bit of glass cannon makes sense to me. I do feel that maybe he could fit Warrior as well.

WAR: Guardian. Easily the biggest of the Four Horsemen, and definitely the tank of the group. He's got alot of force but lacks the speed of his siblings.

STRIFE: Hunter. He's got long-range and isn't as tanky as War, but he's also generally the one that doesn't need to get close.

ULTHANE: Guardian. He's big, he's slow, but he's TOUGH. Nobody can really even lift his hammer, War only could once he got the Tremor Gauntlet, so Guardian it is.

SAMAEL: Warrior. His character feels like someone who would rather balance his stats rather than put too much into one.

URIEL: Warrior. For similar reasons to Samael.

The ARCHON: Mage. He's got lots of magical power but little in way of defense, so he's pretty squishy. Or at least that's how I imagine him. Maybe a tougher Mage than others but still squishier than most of the other classes.

The DESTROYER: Guardian. I want to keep that theming connection to War, so having them be of the same class makes sense. Also, big fiery dragon, which to me scream of being tanky.

WICKED K: Warrior. Considering in Darksiders 1 he can take hits from War and is the final boss of the Crucible in Darksiders 3, I forget if he's in Darksiders 2, our favorite zombie is someone with balanced enough stats. He can deal a hit and tank a hit.

ABSALOM: Guardian. Just thinking about in a bit of a thematic sense, if Death is an Assassin, it makes sense to me for Absalom to be a Guardian. If Death can dish out the damage, then Absalom is the one that can take it.

WRATH: Guardian. He's strong, he's tough, but he's not the fastest, at least without his Ultimate activ, and even then that's not gonna be easy.

AVARICE: Assassin or Warrior. One of those could be fun. He leaps, he strikes, and he can be fairly tough to take down. I'm leaning more towards Assassin as he's fast and not really tanky.

SLOTH: Warrior or Guardian. He can go either way, I think. From the moveset I thought up a while ago, he has crowd controlling abilities, and with the Ultimate I thought up he can be tanky, so I'm leaning a bit more towards Guardian.

LUST: Warrior. Does decent damage, can take decent damage. Nothing too crazy but do feel like can be played similar enough to an Assassin.

GLUTTONY: Guardian or Warrior. I imagine his Ultimate would essentially be like that of the Ultimate of Scylla and/or Charybdis, but I imagine him being much more tanky than them.

PRIDE: Mage or Hunter. Squishy but does decent base damage. Can be long range or short range.

ENVY: Warrior. Her abilities are each a copy of one from Death, War, and Strife, she shines in no stat, so Warrior works.

AZRAEL: Mage. I imagine him as primarily support oriented, so a Mage makes the most sense to me.

I feel like I'm maybe thinking a bit too literally with some of these picks, but I'm also working with less classes, and thus maybe a bit less definition, than I did with the League classes.

So... since it has been on my mind for a good chunk of the day, I want to go over what classes I think Darksiders characters would in different MOBAs. This post will be starting with what classes I think they would be in League of Legends, and maybe in reblogs I will go over SMITE and then Heroes of the Storm. I'm going with League because that is the one I know the most about.

FURY: I have mentally gone back and forth between Skirmisher and Diver, leaning more towards Diver with the moveset I gave her in a previous post, it feeling more leaning towards Diver territory.

DEATH: I have also mentally gone back and forth between Skirmisher and Diver for him, leaning more towards Skirmisher, also just based on how I built his moveset.

WAR: He's a Juggernaut. He's big, he's strong, but not the fastest out there. He's hanging with the likes of Aatrox, Garen, and Shyvana.

STRIFE: He's definitely leaning more towards Marksmen, but I personally feel his abilities could potentially, even if very unlikely, land him in Specialist.

ULTHANE: Vanguard. He's an offensive tank like Ornn, one of my inspirations for his Passive.

SAMAEL: He is another I think could go for Diver. Either that or maybe Juggernaut. So either of the two subclasses of Fighter. His ability of lifesteal I gave him is similar to that of Warwick's, who himself is a Diver.

URIEL: Skirmisher. Her overall almost Riven-like moveset is why I say Skirmisher.

The ARCHON: I'm thinking maybe he could be a Catcher, considering one of the abilities I would give him is to root someone in place, akin to the likes of day Morgana. Either that or maybe a Battlemage akin to Swain.

The DESTROYER: I'm torn kinda between Juggernaut and Vanguard. Considering he is a big dragon, the final boss of Darksiders 1, I'm leaning a bit more towards Vaguard for the high-end tankiness, but, to me at least, he also feels like he should be a Juggernaut due to thematic connections to War and how it feels like he shouldn't be too tanky.

WICKED K: Considering my two inspirations for his moveset, Fiora and Jax, are Skirmishers, it feels fitting that our favorite zombie is a Skirmisher.

ABSALOM: I feel like Vanguard works very well, especially as a contrast to Death, his brother, his killer. If Death is a Skirmisher meant to shred through enemies, then Absalom is a Vanguard meant to tank as much as possible while disrupting enemies.

WRATH: Another Vanguard or Juggernaut. I want to lean towards Juggernaut, mostly because if I do basically give him the same Ultimate as Sion, I don't want to just make the guy a straight-up copy of the Champion from League.

AVARICE: I think that since in his boss fight in Darksiders 3 he is quite mobile, and despite me in a previous post saying he could have a similar moveset to Fafnir from SMITE, I do think Avarice as a Assassin could be fun. So if I do make him an Assassin, I think I gotta change up his moveset a bit.

SLOTH: I think he's one that could be fun to make a Warden, where a good chunk of his game plan could be essentially causing his enemies to exhaust themselves, hopefully allowing that he and his team survive.

LUST: I'm kinda torn between Enchanter and Diver, as I took some bits of inspiration for their moveset from Renata Glasc, who is the former, and Wukong, who is the latter. So, maybe with Hybrid champions like Yone and K'Sante, Lust could be a hybrid champion potentially?

GLUTTONY: I'm thinking another Warden, as I believe Gluttony's moveset I gave him could work quite well for a defensive tank. Or maybe Gluttony could be a Catcher instead?

PRIDE: I guess you could say fitting for a Pride, I think they would be a Specialist. The moveset I gave her, especially with the small bit of inspiration from Kayle.

ENVY: I'm thinking Specialist, mostly because with three of her moves being copies of three of the Horsemen's, her game plan in a match could be a bit odd, in a sense. Like imagine combing Teleport Slash, Stoneskin, and World Ender for maybe something akin to going into a fight as Graves, who himself is a Specialist. Or imagine combining any of those with the Ultimate you copied.

AZRAEL: Enchanter. I imagine he would primarily be in support, so making him an Enchanter just feels fitting.

Alright! That is it, for the time being at least. I noticed as I typed this out that as I got to non-player characters, it became a bit easier to put them in certain classes, as well as it feeling like I leaned heavily into Vanguard despite me probably not even deciding all that many fit that classes. Next time I talk about the idea of Darksiders in a MOBA, I'm probably going to go over other characters that exist and some I probably gotta get really creative with for their moveset.

Also! Do any of you agree, disagree, have any different ideas for what classes these characters could fit in? Don't be afraid to share your thoughts if you so wish!

[sonicjustbecause]

Rouge the thief has no darkide? according to Sonic prime...

When Sonic shattered the prysm, we got pieces of all character personalities. Some got darksides, but some more appear to have a pure heart. And some are unsuspicious:

Sonic: Sonic didn't shatter but he has a counterpart since 2001. Yes, Shadow. The two guys are virtually identical and the only difference is their colours. Shadow's overall different experssion is over a face that is very same of Sonic. Like all counterparts, Shadow is not the opposite of Sonic in all aspect. In some aspect they're the same. Shadow was not mean to be Sonic's shadow but he is Sonic's reflection. One thing that underline this is that Sonic is overall right handed and Shadow is overall left handed. Yet there are things that are the other way (Shadow uses the right when using Chaos control, while Sonic favour his left).

They both love a good challenge.

If Sonic did statter I'm sure one of them would be the exact copy of Shadow (except the colour), with quills upward and outward. Another would be a drama queen, a cry baby (Sonic is known to be particularly good at holding back his tears. In one shatterspace, maybe the boscage, he would cry over the smallest thing, a sort of soy boy, or soy hedgehog). Another dimension would give us a Sonic who is a literal superstar. No place I think.

A shattered Shadow would give us a cheerful yet a bit delinquent Shadow, like the one from Chousoku Sonic. No place maybe. We can have a innocent version of him from boscage maze and a melancholic yet sociable version from New Yolk.

I don't know if Sonic and Shadow would have at least one evil counterpart.

Rouge: all Rouge counterparts from the shatterspace are good hearted. That's surprising since Rouge is a thief and thieves are criminal, although their crime may be minor. She might reflect the imaginary figure of the lady thief, she steal but she is kind and gentle.

Amy also has no evil counterpart. Rusty is a cyborg that was controlled by the chaos council but once she got her mind back she quickly chooses the heroes. Is not that surprising that Amy is pure hearted.

Big the cat is a large fluffy Siberian cat. And in all his countermarts, he is still a large fluffy Siberian cat. This guy is true to himself, pure, honest at the point to never change, it doesn't matter what.

Knuckes has one evil counterpart, Dread. Dread is literally a psychopath. He is funny at first glance. Then you discover a liar, a manipulator, he uses other people for his goals and he is attracted by power and lust. Once people around him aren't useful amymore they can go, well... to fuck theirselves. He seems having some Gollum traits ('My beauty' mirror Gollum's 'My preciousssss!').

Interesting that a so naive character like knuckles has a so sly counterpart like Dread.

Tails has one evil counterpart, Nine. Being 8 years old, Nine is just at the early stage of his role of the mad scientist. He is in the moment you discover something big you would never imagine. A power that you mean to use for yourself without meaning harm at the start. But the power is so big you get corrupted and drunk, wanting more and more without realizing. Nine was strongly against the idea of ripping apart the shatterspace... and once he gets the power, he rips the shatterspace apart, even making some world explode (like Ghost hill).

If Rouge, Amy and Big have no dark side, Eggman is pure evil. His counterparts are five, all cruel and all getting along. Is like the opposite of Big the cat.

[mebearat]

What if I typed the entire dialogue of the mustafar scene from Star Wars ROTS by memory...nah that's cringe and a bit over the top-

Let her go Anakin. Let her go.

You turned her against me.

You have done that yourself.

You will not take her from me!

Your anger and lust for power have already done that. You have allowed this dark lord to twist your mind untill now, untill now you have become the very thing you swore to destroy.

Don't lecture me Obiwan. I see through the lies of the Jedi, I do not fear the darkside like you do. I have brought peace, freedom, justice, and security to my new Empire.

Your new Empire?

Don't make me kill you.

Anakin my allegiance is to the Republic, to democracy!

If you're not with me then you're my enemy.

Only a sith deals in absolutes, I will do what I must.

You will try.

I have failed you Anakin, I have failed you.

I should've known the Jedi were plotting to take over.

Anakin Chancellor Palpatine is evil!

From my point of view the Jedi are evil!

Well then you are lost!

This is the end for you my master.

It's over Anakin I have the high ground.

You underestimate my power.

Don't try it.

You were the chosen one, it was said that you would destroy the sith not join them, bring balance to the force, not leave it in darkness.

I hate you.

You were my brother Anakin, I loved you.

Whoops my hand slipped