#do you accept that your hero has killed before and could again? do you trust they had a good reason? do you excuse it even if not?

[villainsidestep]

wait tho…. the public needs to know how jay feels abt maelstrom’s murder(s?)…..

[trealtox]

I hate season 7 of "Buffy the vampire slayer"

Let's get this straight, I like these series. They are fun and entertaining (and I only started watching it because of Spuffy). But I HATE season 7.

First of all, what is the deal with those guys? Out of the blue all characters (Spike excluded. Love him❤️) start doubting Buffy and her leadership. This girl saved all of you hundreds of times, and when the world is on the edge of collapsing, you turn your backs on her?! If she's such a bad leader, then why did you put all the responsibility on her shoulders? Why did you bring her back from heaven? To tell her, that she's not better than you? I'm sorry guys, but your crew is: a whining bitch-boy, magic (read as 'drug') addicted witch, a blorb of energy, a former vengeance demon and a killer watcher. With your list of deeds, I have bad news for you: none of you goes to heaven. NONE. She IS better than you.

Second of all, what is their sudden problem with Spike? In the last season all Scoobies want to kill Spike and say that it's because he's dangerous. Well, he is. Just like all of you. Your killer count talks louder than you (he killed because he was souless and he feeds on blood. You killed because you could. There is difference). They keep saying that he should be taken out because he is dangerous, and yet remind me, who held him by their side while he was useful? And did Scoobies thank him even once? (I actually don't remember. Tell me, if they did) Buffy is the only person who actually tries to be reasonable and accept that Spike has changed. In return she gets a potential slayer,a school headmaster and her own father figure being all mad at her, saying that she is the problem. If you want to kill him so badly, just do it already and stop making Buffy responsible for your own wishes (not like I would forgive them if they did)

Point number 3. Again with the hypocrisy of Scoobies. Faith comes back, sees that girls can't stop complaining and decides to take them out clubbing. Buffy sees that and gets mad (logically). Later on everyone decides that Faith should be the new leader. Why? Why would a former killer and a traitor be a good leader? Because she took a bunch of teens drinking, when you should all be ready to fight? If I recall, it was almost considered a crime for Buffy to rest, when there were better times. Now, when Buffy is tired and stressed from constant responsibility, all the potential slayers say that she's "not cool". Scoobies just can't be more hypocritical. Faith killed people out if her own free will. She teamed up with a villain, and she enjoyed it. Buffy made one mistake of attacking one villain. What do Scoobies get out of that? "Buffy is not better than us. Faith is. 🎶Let's put this guy infront of the crowd🎶". And let's be honest with that: Giles acts petty in here. The only reason he stands against Buffy, is because she got sick of him lying to her and telling her to kill Spike, so she honestly told him that she can't trust any of them. He got offended by her disobedience so much, that he decided to get rid of her. That's not a nice thing to do to a girl who is like a daughter to you.

Btw, Faith deserves a second chance and Spike doesn't? Spike was SOULESS. He wasn't supposed to be good and yet he almost died just to be the better version of himself. At the same time Faith was supposed to be the protector of people, yet she decided to join the homicide. She was creepy enough to SMELL THE KNIFE. And yet we get a whole storyline about "bad Buffy still thinking of her as a killer." The hero we deserve, I suppose? Btw, Faith IS a killer. She enjoyed it. I don't know why Scoobies want to forgive her so badly and give her a bunch of teens, taken away from Buffy, but they don't trust Spike.

And my favourite. The cherry on top. THEY KICKED HER OUT OF HER OWN HOUSE. Giles had his own place. Xander has his own place. Willow wasn't homeless before she moved into the Summers's house. And yet, when they needed a place to put all the potential slayers, they took them into Buffy's house. And then they kick her out. The "good guys".

Buffy needs no enemies with friends like that.

[lutawolf]

My Dear Gangster Oppa Commentary Ep 4

If you haven't seen my other commentary, you can find it here.

This makes me sad because what was special for Tew was the fact that Guy wasn't afraid of him. But here he is, afraid. Which clearly is upsetting to Tew.

As soon as Guy opens his eyes, they are drawn to the gun wound scar. The face that Tew gives him then...

And Guy's concern, then confusion. So much emotion in one frame.

Now they are sitting and communicating. Tew tells Guy that he didn't tell him that he was scared that it would put Guy in danger. Which confuses me because not knowing, knowing, is there really a difference in danger level?

Tew starts to explain his past and his joy of playing video game. Then his home life. While not rich, he had a loving father. Who clearly raised him right because he is so well-mannered. Oh no! Cough with blood.  

Damn... I was really hoping he would kick their asses, and get home to his dad.

I mean, we knew it was coming, but the fact that he didn't get to say goodbye. Oh damn, that really explains the previous episode where he came to meet Guy to say goodbye before his trip.

Ohhhh, Tew looks scary now.

OH! Who called it?!?!

And then he is shot!!! What!?!? I was not expecting that. Nor was I expecting the next part. I was kind of expecting him to have been forced into killing. Interesting. I wonder if Wish John Lennon was one of these kids???

So while bad boy is a rebel with a cause, he still a rebel. Then he just lays down to die.

I think it's safe to say that home dude was not thinking that day.

I think Guy gets it, but it will be interesting to see if he accepts it. He at least isn't scared of Tew anymore. Butt he more Tew explains, the more clearly you can see he is an anti-hero. Won't go so far as to call him a villain butttttt. He is no hero. Yay!!! This is my favorite type of character!

I am not sure what to think of the mob boss. He is putting a lot of trust into a kid, but he also appears to be giving him the keys to revenge. He is an interesting character to say the least.

The rules seem simple enough. No lying and no betrayal.

"Once you touch a gun. There is no going back to a normal life"

Then, Tew gives a little smirk and says that he doesn't plan on going back to a normal life anyway.

And Guy is seeing this. I think it's interesting because for some reason Tew really expected that Guy would absolutely understand. He is pretty spot on because Guy does understand.

Really Guy... You are going to be butt hurt over the restaurant lie??? I mean, I actually get where Guy is coming from. I'm just thinking it's funny to pick that after hearing Tew's story.

It apparently was not what Tew was expecting Guy to be upset about either. His face says he is completely dumbfounded. Honestly, in my opinion, Guy is latching onto something to use so he can run scared. I don't think he is scared of Tew, but of his own feelings that are happening too fast. I could be completely off base, but that's what I see from how he is acting and reacting.

Boy up in his feels getting sloppy drunk. Other boy is being emo in his bed. What a pair.

Oh, no! Boss man is not okay with the fake restaurant.

Home dude is not right in the head, is he?

I'll say it again. Mob boss daddy is interesting. He cares about Tew, but he isn't a push over.

I'm suspicious... How is a regular dude off the street not scared when goons show up???

Again, not a push over.

Now back to emo boy with his bed and his fish. Damn it Guy! That was a shit move to do to your guild!!! And his first thoughts when there is a knock at the door is Tew. That should tell you something, Guy! You're running from your feelings. Coward!

Nope. It's jackass Wahl, who I just know has something to do with stirring up shit. I know. He seems sweet, but how can he not tell that his bestie is upset??? Wahl is just too selfish for me to like him. I tried to like him, I really did, but I don't like selfish besties.

Discount Lennon out here trying to drown people.

See, I told you that Wahl was where this bullshit all started. He is being so condescending. Saying he is the most important person to him but then ditching him all the time. I really hope, at some point, Tew beats him up.

Did he drown him???

We're back to the guessing game of: Dead or Passed Out??? (If you said that in a game host voice, give yourself ten points.)

Oh! Not dead! Ohhhhh, another pissing contest in the wild!

I refuse to believe that Tew is that stupid... I hate Wahl because I feel like he is going to get a call from his gf and just leave Guy like he always does.

Ahhh... Nice. Tew planned ahead. Never mind, I take it back. Tew is stupid. Don't lie to the boss, especially not for Wish Lennon.

I don't like the fall troupe when it's Guy and Wahl.... Just saying.

Please, please, let Tew beat him up.

Yes, I agree. You need to put an end to your feelings. Oh, wow! Wahl didn't ditch Guy, but Guy ditched Wahl!!!

Sadly, though, Guy isn't answering Tew's phone calls either.

I really think that Tew should take this opportunity given to him and beat up Wahl.

The wrong person got punched! That did not go the way that I wanted.

Guy ran home. I can respect that. Except the fact that he is acting like a two-year-old. Awww, bless him. Well, at least now he is realizing that he is running away from everything.

Finally!!!

What does it say that Tew didn't stop till he found you Guy? LOVE, the communication going on. I love that Tew is calling out Guy, telling him that he feels this way and ran because he cares about him.

He called him little boy! And then gave him a real hug!!!

Ahhh, Tew confessing. Hot damn! They are making up for that shitty ending last episode!

OH SHIT.... He is going to quit the gangster life... I'm scared.

Never mind, we'll just shelve that concern for another day. Carry On. 💜💜💜

[bagely]

Q!MISSA VS STEVEN UNIVERSE: love when you don't love you

(essay on a beloved wet cat)

WARNING: These are my opinions, none of this is strictly canon, and it took a lot from Missa's pov and nothing more. ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. As you can see in the title I'm all related to Steven Universe songs lol

AO3 LINKKK

Welcome to the firts song, Love Like You;

Minecraft Extreme is the key to understand the actions and decisions of Missa cube. In extremo he was alone in that cold and hostile world until the team vacío legal took him in. They taught him what it was like to have a family, they protected him and teached him to defend himself, but since good things don't last missa left first. But across dimensions, time and space, the connections he had, the warmth and the feeling of family never went away. It changed the perspective of family forever. In missa's own words about them: 

Missa Cubito has never felt enough for the people he loves.

If I could begin to be

Half of what you think of me

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love..

Missa: I was in a team of very talented and wonderful people, they taught me how to play.... I didn't learn much but that team was called the " Vacío legal" Team, they were the best, they formed what I am now.... A disaster.

Missa learned, he grew up and there was a development in his abilities but he does not feel like that, he does not stop feeling like the person he was before them. He doesn't stop seeing himself as the weak one, the one who is protected, the one who didn't know how to survive until the end. 

Another reason why extremo is important to understand q!missa is because some people from extremo went along with missa to quesadilla island, and one such relationship was maintained.

Spreen and Missa are brothers. There is much to say about the two of them, and it is impossible for me to summarize, but for Spreen, Missa was everything, and for Missa, Spreen was MORE than everything. 

Before the eggs in the early days when they met again they did not change this relationship, and roier was also there, became his friend and helped him with his taqueria. Then the betrayal of the tacos happened.

Missa came back one day, and the world was upside down. Spreen killed his cat? no, it's not impossible, Roier is lying. His brother would never do that, he wouldn't be able to do that just for power and money, wouldn't he? He had to have a reason, he would never do that to missa, they're not like that. he's not like that. Missa even mentioned that maybe he wasn't Spreen that maybe he was like Quackity and "ElQuackity" because Spreen is his brother who protected him from everything, a person like that wouldn't hurt him, right?

When I see the way you act

Wondering when I'm coming back

I could do about anything

..I could even learn how to love like you

Even when Missa accepted that it happened, he blamed Roier. He knew it was a bad idea, he didn't have to trust Roier, all of this is because of his ambition. It is obvious that he would not beat Spreen, nobody beats Spreen. Roier is a fool and it's all his fault, not spreen's. And Roier made Spreen angry at him too, there is not other explanation, is Roier's fault.

Missa : [...] Throw everything away. Get rid of absolutely all the tacos you have and burn it. Get rid of- 

Roier : You don't understand, Missa .

Missa : [...] I'm leavin   

Roier : Are you leaving Missa? Are you going to leave me alone

Missa: You are not alone, you are with your pinches tacos, family ruiner.

Missa always idolizes his brother. Spreen is; brave, strong, and cool. this bunch of things that Missa felt he isn't. Spreen is and was Missa's hero.

But he betrayed him. Missa erased that from his memory in denial, and when he saw him again he pretended nothing had happened. He didn't expect an apology, it didn't matter anyway… it was just a cat, his brother is more important. Missa has never been against spreen, he can't be after all they have been through as siblings... Still, why did he kill his cat, why didn't he apologize? Why would he- ... After the egg event, he never saw his brother again. 

It's strange when people leave, because you can't ask them for explanations anymore, you can't tell them how bad their actions made you feel, you can't complain. Spreen left, and Missa couldn't do anything to stop it.

Now, Missa is alone and meets someone, and becomes a father. Things move fast, on the island. He is with two people who think he is amazing, who praise his attributes, who show him constant admiration, love... Something he hasn't felt since the team vacío legal, family.

I always thought I might be bad

Now I'm sure that it's true

'Cause I think you're so good

And I'm nothing like you..

Missa had never really been in the position of protector until chayanne came along, after the betrayal of the tacos, missa had been alone and out of nowhere he was given this little egg to protect and he couldn't get happier. Missa becomes someone's hero, someone's protector.

Missa loves Chayanne, that is something without a doubt. He is their little warrior. Missa doesn't want Chay to end up like him, he wants to make him strong because he is afraid that Chay will feel what he feels all the time. Missa supports Chayanne in everything, and even he doesn't limit Chay from just being strong and treats him like the child he is.

Missa: I wanted to see you, I missed you a lot. [...] I was afraid to return, because I was a bad father and I said: My son will not love me anymore, never again [...]

Missa thinks he's a bad father, he says it so much that it comes out easily. Although his son and husband deny it. When he sees his son's joy at seeing him, he thinks of his sadness when he goes away. He started to see himself as a shadow for the death family. 

Look at you go, I just adore you

I wish that I knew

What makes you think I'm so special..

He tries to emphasize his presence, to make gifts like drawings that will cheer them up when he's not there. He feels weaker and weaker as the world gets harder and harder, and he doesn't see himself going up steps but trapped on an electric ladder going down.

Missa: Omg, I'm making you work just for me, thank you so much for.... Sorry, sorry...

Philza: Don't worry, I got you.

Missa: I don't deserve you philza, I'm going to talk like this weird so the translator won't work, so it won't understand that I'm telling you that I love you.

Missa begins to believe that he is a burden to these wonderful people, especially Philza. They were named as a partner, and now they are in this together... but Missa every time he comes back he feels he contributes less and less. And Philza gives him so much, Missa thinks Philza should give it to someone else and that he doesn't deserve it.

Missa can't see someone else as the father of their child, and for some reason that Missa doesn't understand Philza can't see someone else in Missa's place either, and it's all wonderful... but is it? Isn't he putting too much pressure on Philza with Chayanne?

If I could begin to do

Something that does right by you

I would do about anything

I would even learn how to love..

And Philza is so good, someone was going to notice, see it, and take it away from him. Missa doesn't blame them, but it bothers him, and he wants to fight but not because of Philza, but because Phil's rights to decide need to be respected, even though he doesn't believe he will be chosen. 

Missa feels that he can't support him anymore, that the level of support he can give is not enough. That he is not enough. Philza tries to calm him down, to tell him that he's fine taking care of Chay alone, but out of nowhere it's two kids... When? How much has he missed? 

When I see the way you look

Shaken by how long it took

I could do about anything

I could even learn how to love like you

Love like you

Love me like you.

THANKS FOR READING THE FIRST PART!!

MORE COMING NEXT WEEKS

[blackjackkent]

I have to imagine that going from talking to Minthara to talking to Jaheira is bit of a jarring shift. XD

"Our enemies spread like rub-rot. Treat one patch, and two more bloom in its place. An elder brain, bound by lost Netherese magic, with servants of the Dead Three holding the chain."

"Reminds me of old times."

People keep re-explaining the situation to Rakha and it never makes it feel much better. Once again, though, Jaheira's casual, direct competence has started to have a bit of a comforting effect; it doesn't soothe her like Wyll does, but it does calm a little of the jitters. "You've tangled with the Dead Three before?" she asks.

"Extensively," Jaheira says dryly. "Mind flayers too - but I never dreamed of seeing gods and illithids working in consort. It is most disturbing."

She lifts a hand as if to give Rakha a slap on the shoulder - but seems to think better of it at the last minute and drops her arm back to her side. "But take courage - we have killed a man who could not die, and stripped the Absolute's army of its general. You have a Netherstone and are on the scent of two more."

Her eyes narrow in a faint, savage smile. "These Chosen have reason to fear you. And I would like to be at your side when you confront them."

Rakha blinks at her, then blinks again, utterly thrown by this. "You... want to join me?" she asks - and for once, the low and guarded rasp of her voice is mostly missing. She sounds remarkably tired - and oddly solicitous.

Small wonder, perhaps. The last three days have beaten her almost beyond bearing, shattered apart what little sense of her own worth she had managed to collect. And this woman is a hardened soldier - a hero, to hear Karlach speak of her. Skilled, decisive, and very dangerous. Not one to suffer fools.

But she wants to join the fight - and to fight alongside Rakha, specifically.

For a moment, Rakha feels the same bemusement that she has often felt in Wyll's moments of warmth towards her. What do you see in me that I do not see in myself?

Jaheira smiles. Perhaps she understands something of Rakha's inner turmoil, because the smile is gentle, but it has weight and ferocity behind it. "Of course," she says. "Falling foul of Ketheric convinced me that my grand adventures were behind me - that even if I survived, I should hang up my blades." Again she tilts her head forward, almost conspiratorially. "But you convinced me otherwise. We ventured into darkness together; now we've come out the other side, I'd say I"m feeling a little refreshed."

Her smile fades, and she gives Rakha a slow, deliberate nod, the air of a soldier accepting orders. "When we reach Baldur's Gate, there will be even darker paths to tread. I will follow you wherever they lead."

Rakha is surprised to realize that there is a tight lump in her throat suddenly, making it difficult to speak. She would never be able to explain in words that this is an expression of confidence - from a woman still a near stranger, no less - that she desperately needed to hear, just as Wyll and Lae'zel have offered her their trust in some of her lowest moments.

You almost make it sound as if this is possible, she thinks, with a flash of muted, bitter humor.

"I'll see you at camp," she says softly.

Jaheira laughs, snapping the brief moment of emotional tension. "How does it compare to a shadow-cursed inn?" she says dryly. "With the Absolute's army gone, the Risen Road should be clear. We can follow it all the way to Baldur's Gate. There's a Harper safehouse in Wyrm's Crossing - Danthelon's Dancing Axe. We'd do well to check in with them before entering the city proper." She rocks back on her heels and chuckles. "Beyond that, our course is yours to set. Find me at your camp; I can remember how to take orders as well as give them."

This is all rather more than Rakha feels capable of processing or discussing at the moment. But she nods, and Jaheira seems satisfied enough with that, for now.

[bestworstcase]

Okay so about halfway down this post https://www.tumblr.com/bestworstcase/732581936677158912/what-do-you-make-of-ozmas-motivations-given-that?source=share I was struck with a sudden realization and I'm curious of your thoughts on it. Jaune as the Rusted Knight is a stand-in for Ozma. Driven by guilt over the people he couldn't save, and determined to save everyone else whether they want it or not. Like, holding the Paper Pleasers hostage is analogous to Ozma's laser focus on preparing humanity for the gods' return, or rather, on preventing humanity from becoming something that doesn't need the gods' return. Like maybe there's nothing here past the surface level? This is one of those things that just hit me and I'm writing it down before it leaves my brain forever yk

no yeah absolutely ->

“they don’t know what they want! […] afterans are all either too clever, too stupid, or too crazy to trust!”

“i feared that making you all aware would only add anxiety and negativity. [not telling them grimm are attracted to the relics] seemed like the safer option.” and “i believed the kingdom of mistral deserved better than the truth.”

and “do you really think leo was the first? […] i’m sorry, but you have to understand that my behaviors are backed by experience. i’m not saying i have reason to think you will betray me; i’m saying that i have reasons for the things i do, the secrets i keep, the reason i…”

so all those times you talked about having faith in humanity, that was just for everyone else?

same behavior. same condescension. same motive—to protect the vulnerable (ignorant, dependent) people of an unfamiliar world from annihilation. and just as ozma repeats the same cycle over and over again across every life, so does jaune do the same things every single day; both of them stagnating in circles of their own making.

two things interest me about this.

the first is that jaune is, prior to V9, salem’s heroic foil—the “lovable idiot stuck in the tree while his friends fight for their lives,” the girl in the tower watching her father slaughter everyone who tries to help her. both of them defined by grief; cinder is to jaune as the god of light is to salem. what sets jaune apart from salem is that she just wanted to be free—whereas he wanted to be the hero.

so once jaune is forced into a position where he can’t save somebody [mercy-killing penny = killing ozma + the girls dying in the crossfire] that breaks him in the opposite direction it broke salem; she gives up and withdraws to live in isolation among grimm, he rots in this scenario he created where he gets to be the heroic protector. and in doing so he becomes ozma.

the interesting piece here is that the resolution to this arc, his restoration, comes by way of jaune letting go of his paranoid fear of the tree and accepting what the afterans told him: the tree doesn’t kill, it resurrects and rebuilds. it destroys in order to create.

in… other words, jaune-as-ozma doesn’t understand the importance of life and death. jaune-as-ozma cannot break his curse until he learns that the tree’s endless wheel of life-death-rebirth isn’t evil or cruel.

the second is that jaune as the rusted knight acts out of irrational fear: the certain threat of annihilation he imagines isn’t real. ozma, of course, heard “your world will be wiped from existence” directly from the god of light himself, so he has much greater reason to believe in it. but…

where is the god of darkness? if he still exists as he was then, does he know? did he agree to put humanity up to this test? if he ascended and became something new, he cannot return to remnant with his brother at all and his choice to ascend amounts to a permanent decision to leave remnant as it is and let humanity do as it will. is the divine contract even enforceable? can the brothers take back the power they abdicated when they left the planet in flames behind them?

the paper pleasers ascended and returned in a new form that could not be threatened by the force that wiped them out. the brothers revoked their blessings and wiped humankind off the face of the planet; salem remade herself in the pool of grimm, and humanity rose from the ashes.

for it is in passing we achieve immortality: through this we become a paragon of virtue and glory, infinite in distance and unbound by death. i release your soul, and by my shoulder protect thee.

our souls transcend death, says salem, who lived to see the mass grave the brothers left behind heave itself back to life again.

this force of pure destruction could not destroy a being of infinite life, so it created a being of infinite life with a desire for pure destruction. (humans are both destruction and creation, dark and light in one.)

when alyx’s life ended, she chose to leave a part of herself behind: a wish to fix what she had broken…

…as salem fixed the broken moon.

remnant isn’t the brothers’ world; it is the world that became after the old world died. the tree does not kill; it resurrects and rebuilds. what power do the brothers actually have in this world they did not create?

[lunarthefrieschild]

(Sorcerer!Lunar x Canon! Henry)

Fluff/Lunar wanting to save the world and spend her life with someone everyone despise except in her eyes./Lunar not entering high school due to wanting to be a expert sorcerer so she skips it and never met any of her friends except henry, her childhood friend♡

Lunar and her father is extremely close when she was a kid and her father loves spending his free times with her.But sadly her father rarely has a free times due to his high ranks-..Lunar actually have taken and received her father shape shift strong abilities but since she's dumb she just use it for wholesome and cute things only to her liking- Her father is busy but he actually can just come home and greet his lovely family but he decided to not. Because he doesn't want the enemies to involve anything with his loves one and kill them.If lunar use her abilities smartly she probably will become a sorcerer or something to make her dad proud it's not like his dad is not proud of her she just wanted to return his kindness in justice by becoming a hero just like him<33!!she probably will spend a LOTS OF TIMES with her loves one and being 10× nicer to them before her missions because she said she don't know if she can see them again-.. She scared of losing them.She rather lose her life than her love one just like her father!

She's scared if she die she won't be protecting her loves one.She's scared that the love of her life die in front of her eyes in misery..She didn't want the same tragedy to repeats.. Lunar at first though that was UNFAIR she hates talking about her father to people because she's too sad to even listen. . She couldn't accept the world forgetting about her father slowly. But the more and more she aged.. After she hits puberty she realized that she just needs to continue her father generations and make him proud.Lunar believes her father is the sweetest person she ever met.Lunar believes she shall returns all his kindness to the world.She believes the world need to remember the " hero" who sacrifice himself for the society, the city, the world.She decides her fate.

"I've decided to be a sorcerer"

*she decides from her heart with true passions and bravery*

She made that decisions cause of wanting her father generations to continues but specifically..She decides it because she deeply miss her father and want someone to see her soul in the way of "you're kindness really reminds me of your father♡". .

The compliments she always appreciated, the compliments she wanted to hear everyday and be proud, the compliments she will go to heaven and met her father while saying "someone says my kindness reminds me of you!! "

Could anyone or anybody understand how much a compliment means to her?? She continues her fates, she will continues being calm as a waves..She do all this to justify him.No one understands how much she loves him.When she was a child.Where she have nobody..Her mom usually are busy being a professional doctors takes a lot of overtime and causes not to sleep.Lunar is used to not have any one in that age and got manipulated by other villagers saying that her father's generations was evil.SHE DENIES IT.She never really cares about all them.Lunar were never as talkative as how she is with her dad before he pass away.Growing up means she needs to spreads more kindness and spend more times with her loves one.Even though she didn't want to die due to wanting to protect her loves one.. She rather sacrifice herself If that's really the only way.

Henry..

"Henry was someone I could trust and lend on.Someone that understands my passions, decisions and fates.He's my friend.My friend I've known since..The one who already knows it all since we've started friending.The one I adores.. The only friend that meet my father before he passed away."

Henry used to be a childish grumpy guy in lunar eyes but that's what make him different than others too.He have his own way of understatement.But as soon he gets more mature and knowledge about her fate he started to softens his voice and gaze whenever he talk to her. He respects her decisions as a "hero"..He promise he try to be more gentle because he know he didn't have much time with her.His voice is a little hoarse now but it still turns soft when he speaks to you. demeanor more cold now but his eyes still perks up when he sees you. and when you embrace him in your arms, he feels home. not a care in the world. like he is a teenage again, falling in love for the first time.

[the-elder-polls]

on the topic of ved hating the daedra, i wanna talk about rildras (nerevaine) hating the daedra because by god does he hate them.

this is also an invitation for y'all to tell me how your nerevarines feel about the daedra cuz i am Curious

his mother, nedrala, was from the urshilaku tribe. she was set to marry. she was a potter by trade and she loved it. her story is an entire thing, but the tldr of it is that azura told her she could be a hero to her people and play a vital role in the nerevarine prophecy, but she would be an exile for the rest of her life and would not live to see her role be acknowledged. (of course, nedrala accepted. she was a devout woman and an ashlander. of course she accepted. she was exiled, she reached cyrodiil and gave birth, and that's all rildras knows about her. she abandoned him at an orphanage when he was a toddler.)

ril grew up with the good daedra always seeming to be watching him. it scared him when he was young, then it annoyed him as he grew older, then it turned to hate. they were there. they watched their chosen, their nerevarine, their hero starve. they watched him fight tooth and nail on the streets for scraps. they watched him catch sick and nearly die. they watched him turn to thievery because he had no other choice if he wanted to survive. and they did nothing.

he gets deported to morrowind because he got caught robbing someone. great. azura (who, worth remembering, is his other mother) comes to him. tells him of the prophecy. he spits at her. "fuck your prophecy. what have you ever done for me? this isn't my homeland. this isn't my fight. fuck you."

but his role was ordained. and sure enough, the prophecy is fulfilled with the good daedra watching. watching, watching, watching. he does what fate has forced him to do. he tries to fight back in any way he can. he weeps for ayem, he weeps for seht, he weeps in front of vehk. he marries dagoth ur and kills him the same day. he kneels in front of the heart, sobbing, and curses the daedra for all they're worth. their fucking prophecy is fulfilled and his life is ruined. are they happy? is it enough? is this what nerevar would have wanted to have become? is this what anyone would want to become?

he has vedyra. the daedra watch. he stands guard over his daughter like a guard dog. teeth bared, weapons drawn. "i've killed a god before, don't make me do it again. don't think i won't find a way." he raises her as normal as he can and teaches her to never trust the daedra. never rely on the daedra for anything. never turn your back on them. never, never, never. he tells her what they did to him, to his mother, to her other father, to the world.

she grows up. she doesn't trust the daedra. she listens--for a time. but she is a deeply curious child and there are answers she cannot find. she turns to hermaeus mora. she is cautious, she never lets him close, never turns her back on him, but she works with him. a part of rildras breaks. she has a child of her own, teaches him what her father taught her. tells him, "do as i say, not as i do."

and he listens. his family has been defined by the daedra for as long as he can remember. no more. he will break that cycle. he will be his own person. he will be a man of his own making. and he is, for 170 years, until he gets caught at the border, until he's in helgen, until the firstborn of akatosh looks him in the eye and--

[10piecechickenmcnugget]

Howdy! Under my post you offered to talk about Purpled's lore/character and it would be really cool is you did that!

You have unlocked an unskippable cutscene I could literally talk about this for days on end

under the read more cause this is gonna be LONG

okay SO the very basics of Purpleds character is just he’s a really skilled fighter, so he became a mercenary to put those skills to use

ccpurpled said himself that cpurpled just wants money and power

but despite this, he’s not a fan of conflict at all, and prefers to avoid fights and wars whenever possible

a favorite quote of mine, “I’m like Switzerland, I don’t really fight, but when I do fight, I win” (not word for word I forgor)

he greatly prefers to keep to himself, and just gather materials and chill with his dog and mind his own business, because he’s seen what happens to everyone else, and doesn’t want any part of it

Early in the server, before he did a lot of serious lore, he had a decent amount of relatively positive relationships with a couple people, and he didn’t necessarily hang out with them or anything but he trusted them

he mostly just sat around and built stuff, the first big thing he was a part of was the Manberg vs Pogtopia war

-karl recruited him against his will

-he ran around for like 30 minutes just rambling about how he had no idea what was going on ever

-he fought for like 3 minutes before switching sides

-*getting killed by fireworks* “IM ON YOUR SIDE” “YOU WERENT BEFORE”

-was dead silent for like 40 minutes as he just ran around fighting people and no one acknowledged him

-schlatt fucking died “did he just have a heart attack?!?” “He just fucking died!!” And then went silent again

-the whole thing were no one wanted to be president

-it ended up being tubbo

-no one could figure out who the traitor was

-watched wilbur die right after lmanberg blew up

-killed one of the withers and was very proud of himself

-Connor joined the game, left the game, joined the game, stole purpleds pants, and left

-purpled went home, reiterated that he had no idea what the fuck just happened, and ended stream

this is so long already but wait, there’s more!!

not a whole lot important happened after that, he was still living in a cabin of the main path, and his UFO was just kinda vibing (that’s a surprise tool that will help us later)

he kinda chilled on his own, and suddenly the Eggpire is a thing! Purpled has no friends, so he doesn’t care!! (There are vines all over his UFO but he doesn’t live there anymore so he doesn’t do anything about it)

suddenly Ponk wants to talk to him, and now uh oh, BadBoyHalo is in some random ass cave trying to hire Purpled to kidnap Puffy

purpled has nothing better to do, so he takes the job

he doesn’t log on for months, so Quackity puts bombs in his house

suddenly purpled logs on and Quackitys like “I understand this looks bad but I want to hire you”

“what’s this another mercenary job?” God forbid someone hire him to do his job

he accepts, and badda bang badda book now he’s working against the Eggpire

Q, purpled, and Techno are going to take down the red banquet, and then Quackity decides to be an asshole (Purpled and Techno want to go in and help, but Quackity makes them wait and foolish dies, then Quackity goes in and plays the hero)

they beat the shit out of the Eggpire (bad is not happy with purpled)

purpled leads everyone out of bads creepy basement “you’re a hero, purpled” “I try my best”

purpled wants his payment for helping the duck man

Duck man pays him, and then breaks the entire fandom and blows up purpleds ufo right in front of him!

purpled wants to kill him, Quackity tries to convince him not to, tells him that he’s basically nothing now, and purples goes home

fucking dumbass blows up his own house after having 37 mental breakdowns

slime is spying on him and purples wants to strangle him

he goes to las Nevadas, “I just want to make it very clear that I don’t think there will ever be a point in time where I respect you as a person,” and joins LN just like Q wanted!! Surely nothing bad will happen!!

~timeskip~

Quackity has an anxiety attack, purpled leads them to the most unnecessary trap ever, he and Q yell at each other, Quackity does a fucky wucky, and now Slimecicle is dead

purpled just fucking walks away like the girlboss he is, and later kidnaps slimes corpse and traps him in a cave

Punz shows up, says some stuff, purples agrees to work for him and dream (this will not go well)

they raid las nevadas!! dream blows some shit up, foolish releases an army of slimes, and purpled yells at Quackity some more

slime reveals he’s not actually a dumbass and shoves purples of off a balcony

and then the server fucking ended so I guess that’s that!

so, long story short, purpled is pretty much just a badass but also cringefail assassin, who does not like people or conflict, and has cared about two things ever (his ufo and his dog, which is thankfully still alive), but is also still just a teenager, and has some shit going on.

he doesn’t care about a lot, but he does have silly little feelings sometimes and the only two times he ever showed that he blew up his own house and the second time he fucking died

[mcheang]

Felix tells Adrien the truth

With everyone but Adrien and Kagami left to accompany Felix in Paris, they demand he return everyone.

Felix: everyone? Even Monarch?

Adrien: you know who he is?

Felix: Obviously. How else would I have found him to make our trade? Dear cousin, have you ever wondered why I would want the peacock miraculous when I had most of Ladybug’s miraculous at my disposal?

Adrien: it’s not like I knew you made a trade. But…for the peacock miraculous to hold such interest to you…

Felix: did you ever wonder how we could look so identical despite being cousins? How our mothers could give birth despite being infertile?

Kagami: are you saying… you are a sentimonster? That you’re both sentimonsters?

Felix: Adrien’s obedience to Gabriel is more than habit, Kagami. It’s because he, and Nathalie now too, who holds your amok, and how they’re controlling you.

Adrien: you’re just lying.

Felix: oh? Want to prove it? I can bring back everyone but your father. Monarch attacks every few days. If there are no attacks, will you believe me then? You can ask Tomoe or Nathalie for the truth if you don’t believe me. But I warn you, Nathalie has your ring Adrien. Whatever she orders you to do, you have no choice but to obey

Adrien’s eyes were tearing up. “No! Bring everyone back!”

Felix: even at the risk of Monarch being free again, and for our uncle to again try to matchmake you two together? I heard about the cataclysm. Your father’s days are numbered. Locked away by red moon, Chat’s cataclysm’s effects will be frozen in time.

Adrien: I need to think

Felix: we literally have no one rushing us

Kagami: bring back Ladybug. I trust her judgement.

Felix sighed. “Fine but if she attacks, I’m snapping my fingers again.”

Needless to say Ladybug is surprised by Felix’s accusation. Also…she felt sorry for Adrien.

Ladybug: do you know where the butterfly miraculous is hiding

Felix: under his tie, duh

Ladybug: bring Gabriel back first and I’ll tie him up with my yo-yo. We can see the truth then.

Ladybug’s plan works and Nooroo is free. The rings are recovered.

Adrien is horrified.

Gabriel: I wanted to bring back your mother

Felix: somehow I doubt my aunt would be pleased to hear you neglecting my cousin, or rejecting her sister.

Argos then brings everyone back, satisfied enough with Gabriel being arrested. He recalls Red Moon, having suspicions about who Ladybug is under the mask.

Argos is both a criminal and a hero to Paris.

Nathalie gives Adrien his ring and admits she is Mayura and dying.

Amelie buried her sister in a small ceremony. She offers to take Adrien in since he is being scrutinised by the public

Marinette is depressed and she thinks she has to save Duusu, though Felix did aid largely in defeating Monarch and saving the other kwami

Adrien is surprised to see Felix at home and how accepting Duusu is of their new holder.

Chat Noir reports this to Ladybug and she accepts that Felix can keep Duusu for helping her defeat Monarch and recover all the miraculous

When Marinette visits them, Felix is understandably wary and more protective of his miraculous. He treats Marinette in a civil manner but as soon as Adrien leaves them alone, he confronts her.

Marinette honestly admits that she will let him keep Duusu, but cannot help wondering why he didn’t just tell her who Monarch was outright.

Felix: you killed my brethren, you don’t deserve my trust.

Marinette immediately understands the sentimonsters she defeated. “I’m sorry, I should have come up with a different plan.”

“Besides destroying their smoke or sending them to the sun,” Felix said harshly. “Yes, you should have. I tolerate you because you’re good to Adrien, but I will never trust you with Duusu.”

Marinette: i know. I don’t trust you either because of what you made me go through when Risk was defeated. But I do owe you.

Adrien came back and they get along as before.

They cannot be called friends, nor enemies. Acquaintances will have to do.

[fearlessdevil17]

Here is a Question for you and it also brings us back to Rayman Raving Rabbids, namely a very cool machine:

Pink!

To the left: His prototype version for the Rayman 4 early version that would be somewhat used in the GBA version for RRR, but without that spider-machine and his left eye has a eye patch. To the right his Wii version without the Pink fur

He is machine Rabbid you meet in the Rayman Raving Rabbids version for Wii and GBA! Let us start with his first entry:

He appeared in Rayman Raving Rabbids first on GBA, where the sad Origin Story is mentioned. You encouter him on your escape from the Rabbid's hideout, the Dark World, which is unsuprisingly the final world you visit, a dark and gloomy undergroud, serving as their home after they were driven out from the Glade of Dreams due to bullying!

Before you could free Ly the fairie, you meet him as your first boss, he summons a Giant Mecha Anti-Toon (does this sound familiar?) and let it loose on Rayman, who defeats it, afterwards he smashes his control device and Rayman runs away...thus we never see Pink ever again!!!

In Rayman Raving Rabbids you have to fight him some times in the arena in all the Plunger shooter games, where he creates a barrier that makes him immune to Damage, safe for his own rockets he throws at you. You see, he is actually very timid and mute, he can only say "Hey Mate, what's up" by launching heat-seeking missiles at you...which he does constantly, so he always says to you "Hay Mate, What's up" repeatedly...he needs professional help...

What do you think of him? Could he join our crew and help the heroes against any of Cursa's evil? What would Edge think of him, namely that he like Sergeui also worked for the Rabbids Army back then and what would the other Rabbids think of this fellow? Would Beep-0 and Jeanie help him to speak more sentence rather than his uniquely pronounced sentence? Well Kanya would get jelly for obvious reasons and Momma might help him, he is after all a Machine...

So should we accept him or not? Rayman might be on board, given that he loves Rabbids now and can settle old grudges...he after all beat Pink in the arena, so if he went rogue, he knows how to deal with him!

I hope he is a good guy and will help us dealing with evil forces from on now!!!

What do you say? Friend or Foe?

I have heard of this guy before yes. as for being friend or foe. I kinda have some mixed emotions with that.

personally i do see him as a villain since, well he is in the Rayman games. but there could be a silver lining to that.

this could be my lack of knowledge for Rayman talking, but if Pink is meant to be a slightly sentient robot. then it's possible to reprogram him into joining the crew. and since he's able to summon mecha's that are similar to Kanya's mecha's, maybe taking down Cursa would be slightly easier.

i'm pretty sure everyone would be pretty confused at first since they've never really met a robot of their race before, because they were never part of the Rabbid army. even wondering who created this little guy in the first place.

obviously Momma would be the one to tinker with Pink's currents, maybe even giving him some new upgrade's while she's at it.

if Beep-O and Jeanie do teach him to talk, i like to imagine that he would sound like either Kaos from Skylander's or Angel Dust from Hazbin Hotel

and i don't think Kanya would be jealous. considering she failed twice to kill the heroes, she need's more improvement's on her mecha's, and Pink is the perfect being to go to in order from said improvement's to happen. she would defiantly try to take him and have him help her work on her mecha's.

and as for Rayman, that's going to be complicated. Rayman would not trust this guy since there were times were he almost killed him. it's going to be a long process for Rayman to trust Pink. considering that he's actually starting to understand the Rabbids mores when he realized that not all Rabbids were bad.

......but since Pink is a robot.......

i do think Pink could be considered a friend, but you know a lot more about him than i do. so i'll leave that up to you.

this is what i personally think tho :)

[lya-dustin]

Someone will remember us

Chapter 79

Cw: mentions of infidelity(does a kiss count?), targcest, mentions of murder, political upheaval, riots

Gif by @the-dragonqueenblog

Taglist: @stargaryenx @mercedesdecorazon @arrthurpendragon

To think everything was good between them.

“Do you want me to leave?” She asks quietly as they laid in the same bed.

It had been late morning when they had their fight and he had been too angry to accept her apology no matter how much she meant it.

Now, it was late, the moon already high in the night sky and his very repentant wife was not sure if she should sleep in the same bed with them.

She asks a stupid question, neither trusted their guards or servants not to kill them and she knows it.

“No.” He answered refusing to turn and look at her.

Aemma on her side, looking at him, pleading for forgiveness. Aemond on his back facing the canopy of the bed because he knows just seeing her so pathetically sorry will erode his resolve to stay angry at her.

Aemma doesn’t make any attempts to touch him and yet he knows they will wake up entangled in each other like always.

“I’m sorry.” She apologized for the umpteenth time and despite knowing she truly meant it, Aemond refuses to accept it.

He has never been angry at her.

Well, not since they married.

He knows she finds other men handsome and felt some attraction to Stark, but she had never kissed other men.

Never wanted them.

It infuriates him that she would let herself fall into the arms of another man because she felt lonely.

As if he was not enough.

Aemond was prone to jealousy, hated the idea of anyone wanting what was his. If he could freely blind any man that even looked at her, he would.

Still, Addam will die fighting Daeron and never be a problem again.

“Is he a better kisser?” He doesn’t even know why he asks that. Maybe his injured pride needs to think he is the superior man.

How dare Laenor’s by-blow have him feel inadequate by simply existing?

Addam who still had his dragon, had a fleet of ships at his command and worse, was lauded as the brave hero whose loyalty never wavered.

Aemond had accidentally murdered his brother, been allied to the wrong king even when his wife begged him to leave with her and worse, lost his dragon after his opponent died of natural causes mid fight.

“No.” a lie, a lie said because she knows he was hoping for that answer and instead it only irritates him more.

If the bastard of Hull had been a bad kisser, he could forgive her knowing she didn’t enjoy it.

“Liar.” He mutters and she sighs.

Aemond can feel her arm move as she gives into the urge to touch him.

“Fine, he was a better kisser. But he wasn’t you.” She admits, her fingertips barely grazing his arm as she retreats to his disappointment. “It was wrong, I should have never done it, I regret it immensely and I do not know how else to prove it to you.”

“I know a few ways, ābrazȳrys.” The prince said thinking six hours of groveling should be enough.

“Your wish is my command, valzȳrys.”

Orwyle doesn’t know how he manages to do it, but he secures three dragon eggs just hours before the Shepherd and his men unleash their violence onto the living symbols of the power of House Targaryen.

With this he will buy his way back into his office.

“Where are we going, maester?” Gaemon Waters asks as he held onto the mule’s reigns just like he had taught him.

Rhaenyra had called for the boy’s head when Sylvenna Sand and his mother, Essie, mentioned a letter by King Aegon wishing to legitimize the boy.

An obvious trap, but the young women had not known that before the Knights Inquisitor had taken them from their bed the night before the riot.

Heidi, one of the girls at the brothel, had stolen the boy from under the guards’ noses and brought him to Orwyle just as he readied the saddlebags on his mule.

They had died his hair blue to hide his eye color and said his father was a Tyroshi sailor and that Orwyle was taking him to his ship in the Saltpans.

“To your uncle at Harrenhal.” The Grandmaester answers as the city behind them falls into chaos.

Princess Aemma had proven Good King Viserys a fraud.

The people had loved Prince Aemon and his daughter, people had mourned Laenor’s unjust murder and now that the Shepherd knew Rhaenyra and Aegon’s reigns to be illegitimate, there was nothing to hold the starving and angry masses back.

Even the handful of loyalists could not find it in themselves to remain loyal to Rhaenyra.

The Velaryons and their allies had left the moment chains were clasped on the Seasnake’s hands.

Lord Vaemond had taken his household and his ships making things go from bad to worse.

While Princess Aemma and her husband did not stop trade, Prince Daeron under the banner of his brother had stopped anything coming into Kingslanding by land.

The Shepherd cast the blame on House Targaryen and the people ate it up.

They were at fault, but the fault did not lie solely with the kings and queens who had ruled them.

The fault also lay with the Small Council who ruled just as much as they did.

But it was too late now, the disgraced maester tells himself mournfully as the mule trots up the Kingsroad.

No one is sure how the Riots began, some say when the Queen revealed her daughter had murdered Queen Alicent.

Others when she enacted a tax on baseborn children despite her having her bastard son as her heir.

But one thing is clear, the Shepherd had rallied the masses as the gates were left open to the Queen’s enemies and all who offered resistance to him and his followers had been dealt with.

It was two nights after the riots broke out when the Shepherd declared his intent at the foot of the Hill of Rhaenys.

“There the demons dwell, up there. Fire and blood, blood and fire. This is their city. If you would make it yours, first must you destroy them. If you would cleanse yourself of sin, first must you bathe in dragon’s blood. For only blood can quench the fires of hell.”

That night, the Shepherd’s Lambs became the Shepherd’s Dragonslayers.

“What do you mean they were captured?” Rhaenyra grows faint when she hears the report.

Mysaria feigns sorrow as she speaks.

With Daemon dead and Rhaenyra beset by enemies and a city in chaos, it was time for the White Worm to let nature take its course.

“Lyseni pirates wanted revenge for the Battle of the Gullet, they saw the standard of House Targaryen and Prince Aegon’s dragon.

Only Prince Aegon survived and is safe in Dragonstone.”

The pirates were supposed to slay both boys, leave the male line to die just as her son died in her belly.

The princesses would be harder to kill, Baela was guarded day and night in High Tide, Rhaena was in the Vale where even the Red Priests could not harm her and Aemma.

Aemma Velaryon had to live only so she can cast the final blow and complete Mysaria’s revenge.

Then and only then, her dead son could be avenged.

“Your grace, Lady Mysaria!” the Kingsgaurd is as white with horror as his cloak. “Prince Joffrey is missing!”

And just as the man speaks, the Queen’s She-dragon roars as she took flight.

No living person can order another one’s dragon.

Joffrey Velaryon is barely seven name days old when he is eaten by his mother’s own dragon just outside the castle walls.

The White Worm drinks to her victory that night.

[adventuringalchemy]

META 001 : > does anyone else notice how ivor's eyes change?

SEASON 1 :

SEASON 2 :

TL ; DR --

season 1 ivor has BIG ASS BAGS! season 2 ivor has a much more bright vibe to him. if gabriel tells the world about the true nature of the order, ivor finally changes and can let out his rage! he doesn't have to be exhausted anymore! he realizes he can let out his emotions and be happy while also being the best brewer ever! he's no longer tired.

FULL META UNDER THE CUT .

they appear lighter in season 2. not as dark. not as baggy. i'm sure in season 1 he was so tired and exhausted from all the stress the order gave him. the fact that he believed he could trust them, that he could be himself around them, and then having everyone turn around and break his trust like that is horrible.

i had a talk with @ellegaard about this -- considering ivor's past, i'm sure ellegaard and the other members have heard about ivor and his outstanding brewing ability. what with him being the best brewer in the world. but because of his backstory with his mentor and the chaos that ensued from that, i believe soren would have been afraid of ivor and his abilities. i'm sure he would have fed the order a lot of his own personal agenda about what to feel about ivor, and to be scared of him.

the way i told ellegaard's mun:

of course when ivor began his role in the order he was helpful. he made them enchanted armor, potions, everything of the sort to help them through all their adventures. but because of the past he has and because of soren being so scared of him and shoving that agenda onto others, they reacted with anger. and anger is always a secondary emotion, usually to fear.

ivor can get very, very vengeful. though the backstory is just my personal headcanon ( whether you take that or not as your way of seeing ivor is up to you ) , if you include it that is one time he's been vengeful. canonically, the wither storm is proof enough that he can be an extremely vengeful person. i'm sure that when he would get upset at the members after realizing what soren was doing, it was more so with revenge than it was healthy communication.

especially after everyone started saying he was evil, that they expected him to do awful things, and that he wants nothing but to hurt them. he never wanted to. that's why he stepped in when magnus/ellegaard dies. because he never actually wanted to hurt any of them. he was just so exhausted of how he was being treated. no trust at all because of his history, and then lying to him this whole time about being a hero. when really it was all a fraud.

a huge part of the reason ivor wants to be a real hero is also in my backstory. again, whether you take it as your own canon or not is up to you but i'll explain it a bit here. his mentor forced him to do things he really wasn't up to doing. killing creatures for their magic, pushing away empathy for others, stealing and thieving and the like. his mentor taught him how to be a machine that has no emotions so that he could focus on nothing but potion making. ivor never wanted to be someone like that. so the idea of being a true hero is astounding. only to have that taken away is absolutely heartbreaking. of course he would be upset. of course he would be stressed!

but then in comes jesse and the new order. they don't let his history hold him back. except petra, but petra's a young woman and ivor knows he fucked her over. he dealt with a whole lot of emotions that he hadn't settled before. especially with his mentor telling him that emotions aren't exactly something to accept. anger and exhaustion make someone do regrettable things.

the new order don't judge him. they enjoy his excitement, his knowledge. and this time, they can be real heroes! he doesn't have to hold back or anything! and it feels amazing to finally let his true self free. and he can finally have people to let his intelligence rub off on. he wants to teach any of the members his brewing, his knowledge, his wisdom.

and depending on whether gabriel lets the truth out or not depends on the true change to happen. if he doesn't, ivor doesn't really change. he doesn't let out that rage. he doesn't feel any different. sure, jesse and the others help him feel like himself, but they've all moved on and have done their own thing. he is left alone again, selling enchantments, potions, and advice like he was before the order. back to stage one.

but let's just say gabriel admits the truth. ivor can finally be free. he feels like a huge weight has been lifted off his shoulders. the rage is gone. he doesn't have to be exhausted. he finally learns that he can be a true hero, show empathy, be happy, and let his emotions out all while being the best brewer the world has ever seen. he doesn't have to hold anything back. the shadow the mentor has cast over him is finally gone and he can live freely now, without the worry of being less than.

ivor can rest assured that he can be himself. and it was all thanks to jesse and the new order.

finally, this old man can get some much needed psychological rest.

[tiredassmage]

Do they care more about getting their way, or more about how others feel?

For whoever strikes your fancy ^_^

I want to preface this with I wrote all of these out in a Google Doc before my class between my scheduling meeting and I STILL wrote you a small essay, so, honestly??? My endless kudos to you for continuing to find the things that make me just go off. xD

To be fair, I did choose to write about Savosta, my latest Chiss Sith Warrior, and college has contained me from speedrunning turning all of the related thoughts into fic already SO. Without further ado-

Earlier in the story, it's a real easy what gets the job done, so what he wants and what meets his goals. Exiled from the Ascendancy for his Force-sensitivity, spending a while on the run unsure of who or what to trust, and then getting raised into early adulthood under Sith teachings, Savosta did choose to embrace those teachings and ideologies that encouraged digging into his feelings and then using them against others. This is fine, for the most part - so he convinces himself. What I don’t think he realizes is his true desire is to just belong somewhere.

His exile shatters his relationship with being Chiss. He still is because its hard to forget that even in the Empire, he’s different. He, truly, just traded one essence of different for another. It’s never that Tremel and Baras aren’t using him to meet their own ends with little to no regard for what that means for Savosta as the pawn. Savosta doesn’t actively consider this though - not long enough to linger on it. Whether that’s out of some repressed understanding of being used or fear of confronting that truth and what it might mean..? That he definitely still hasn’t answered.

This doesn’t present too many problems until the betrayal on Quesh and, even then, I really don’t think it’s until Quinn tries to kill him that Savosta first confronts the absolute gravity of it all. Savosta hasn’t forged himself to be forgiving. He isn’t particularly close to anyone on the crew by that point, but he did have some odd modicum of trust - or at least respect - for the Captain. And it’s as he’s staring down the consequences of their fight with Quinn unconscious in his arms that Savosta first realizes, noticeably, that he is exactly what they wanted of him, everything that was feared, and he chose that path. The blame is not entirely with his masters. It’s just as much about his acceptance of that fate.

That all said, it’s hard to let that go. He doesn’t have anywhere else to go or anyone else to really turn to. Proving Baras wrong is not about revenge for him so much as just… maintaining the status quo at that point because he doesn’t know what else to do - he can't even really be mad that Baras tried to have him killed because it just sort of... hollows him out. No, it doesn't kill him, but it isolates him. Again. He admittedly blinded himself to Baras’s inevitable betrayal because they’d been doing so well and it’d felt good - he convinced himself that serving his prescribed purpose to the letter of his orders was 'belonging,' would, in fact, prove that he had a justifiable place in his ranks. Losing that and realizing he’s in the center of all that devastation to the few people he could possibly, maybe trust and be close to is… a lot to process. That I don’t think he really digs into until at least Shadow of Revan, when his partnership with Rhystyl, the Hero of Tython, has had some time to grow and, really, I think that’s just when he finally starts to consider change a possibility. It’s very likely not until the Alliance that Savosta really finds a way to come into his own and recover from his past decisions - finally growing into something more than a mask and making an active effort to consider not only the feelings of others, but letting go of his past and exploring more honestly what he wants for his future. In the end, he's certainly not Chiss, and he questions the validity of his place as Sith, but it's going to take him a long, long time to determine whether or not he has the will to overcome that label and make some kind of peace with what he's been through and what he's done.

[oftomorrow]

I keep thinking about early days Superman, still trying to figure out this hero thing -- and fucking things up. He makes a statement a bit too strong during an interview and says something that alarms a lot of people, thinking he’s going to become some kind of tyrant. He’s caught on camera losing his temper and using his heat vision, and people are terrified that he could burn them all. He barrels through a crumbling building trying to help, but doesn’t pay enough attention to its supports and accidentally brings it crashing down. Those kinds of fuck-ups, where people genuinely question whether this all-powerful being is just too much of a risk to have around.

And it brings me to this incredible bit of dialogue from Clark to Jordan, from one of my favorite S&L episodes so far, “Broken Trust” --

I told you, your powers come with responsibility, and I need you to get that. [...] That anger you felt that made you want to use your powers the way you did tonight? I have those feelings too. [...] But I keep them in check. Otherwise, I risk losing the trust of the very people I’ve sworn to protect.

When I first showed up in Metropolis as Superman, there was a lot of talk about what the world should do with someone who had powers like mine. And it took me a minute to realize that other people were more afraid of what I could do than I was. So what I had to do, more than anything, was earn their trust. Prove to them that no matter what, I would never use my powers to hurt them.

Twenty years later, every time I use my powers, that trust is tested. Every time. Just today, in fact.

It takes Clark a little while to really, truly figure this out. He doesn’t quite have a grasp on just how terrifying he can be if he’s not careful. Especially because he’s finally reached a place where he can truly trust and accept himself, after years of not know who or what he even is -- but that trust and acceptance doesn’t automatically extend to everyone else. On top of that, he is just so young. He becomes Superman at 22. He’s still figuring out how to be a regular adult, as well as a hero.

It’s something he has to rely on Lois for at times, probably before she even knows who he really is. Going to her as Superman and asking for help making sure that his intentions are coming across as clearly and non-threateningly as possible. And trusting Lois to tell him when he’s making a mistake.

And it’s still a process, even decades later. The “just today, in fact” from Clark’s dialogue is referring to this just a few hours prior.

If Clark had had just a little less control, lost his temper just a little bit more, he could have incinerated someone. In fact, seeing Superman that pissed was what got the soldiers to lower their guns -- he basically scared them into submission.

Clark even tells Lois in “Fail Safe” that the fear of losing his control and letting go scares him, to the point where he ensures that someone he trusts has the ability to kill him if necessary --

I have been controlling my powers every second of every day for almost forty years. But when Zod took over, for the first time, I felt what it was like to let go. To really let go. [...] And I’m not saying I want this to be true, I wish it wasn’t... but it felt good. It felt really, really good. That feeling worries me. If there’s even the slightest chance that I could be manipulated again with that desire to let go... the world needs a way to stop me.

It just shows that the test is never-ending. Clark doesn’t have the liberty to just behave however he wants -- not without risking becoming the monster that some people already fear that he is. Even knowing full well what he needs to do to maintain people’s trust in him, it’s not always easy following through.

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Can I get a request where Yelena's dating R and has been for a while because things are going great but Natasha (being the protective big sister she is) realllllyyyy doesn't like R and R keeps making things worse because Nat intimidates her and all bdaksnakwk😭 and she finally accepts R when she gets caught up in a mission somehow and almost dies for Yelena🥺

Nat simps: Nat doesn't like the relationship because she's jealous

Me: n-no

Nat simps: she actually loves R😃

Me: guys no-

Nat simps: but-

Me: N O

(You guys are getting a big Natasha fic after this, calm your tits🙄)

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Warnings: graphic injury description, implied torture and murder

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"My sister does not hate you." Yelena chuckled as she opened the car door and stepped out. You stayed put for a second, staring up at the Avenger's tower as you chewed your lower lip.

"She definitely does." You mumbled as you stepped out of the car yourself. Yelena held her hand out for you to take, marginally helping your nerves when she gave it a reassuring squeeze. She noticed your silence and tried again.

"Okay maybe she's not your biggest fan right now but she'll warm up to you. I did." The blonde winked. You bit back a smile and rolled your eyes. "The others sure as hell love you." You hummed in response, you couldn't argue with that. You got on with the other heroes like a house on fire. "And I love you." Yelena said earnestly as you stopped outside the main door for your girlfriend to plant a soft, quick, kiss on your lips.

"I love you too." You said with a smile.

"There she is." She grinned back as she stroked your cheek with her index finger. "Now come on, I'm starving."

"You ate that bag of M&Ms in the car." You laughed as Yelena led you through the building. The blonde scoffed.

"They only half fill them, y/n." She complained. "So it was half a bag." It was hard to argue with that logic. 

You made your way through to the top floor of the building, all while holding onto the expensive wine bottle you bought. Your hands were sweating so much so you held onto the bottle with both hands, not trusting your grip. The last thing you needed was to smash it on any of Tony's expensive carpets. You were met with a round of laughter when the elevator doors opened, presenting the Avengers all sat around the living area. Their eyes turned to you and Yelena with wide smiles and they all shouted hellos across the room. Wanda gave you a warm hug as Yelena high fived Bucky and you felt your nerves soften. 

"She's just finishing up." Wanda said knowingly. You wondered for a brief second if she had taken a peek into your mind but when you looked at the redhead she was smiling reassuringly at you and you realized it must have been obvious that you were anxious to see her again. Unlike Yelena, everyone else could tell you were Natasha's least favourite person. "For what it's worth she seems to be in a pretty good mood tonight." Wanda assured.

"Whose in a pretty good mood tonight?" Came the voice you had been dreading to hear. Natasha strolled into the living room with a content smile on her face but halted in her tracks once she saw you. You locked eyes for longer than you were comfortable with but you were determined not to look away. Sometimes you thought that if you asserted yourself more then maybe Natasha would at least respect you. Today wasn't the day for that because you looked away quicker than you would have hoped to. In your defence, it was really hard to maintain eye contact with the Black Widow. 

"What's she doing here?" Natasha spat. Oh. You winced as you rubbed the back of your neck, clearly the Russian wasn't aware that you were attending the dinner too. 

"I told you she was coming." Yelena said as she strolled towards her sister and gave her a bear hug. Natasha continued to glare at you from over her sister's shoulder. 

"I thought you were meant to be on a mission."

"Luckily it was over by lunch." You smiled weakly. "Meant there was still brownie left in the cafeteria." You laughed awkwardly but Natasha didn't respond. 

"If you want, I could give you the recipe for my brownies." Wanda said in an attempt to ease the overwhelming tension in the room. The Sokovian was always the best at that and you were sure it was entirely down to her calm demeanour.

"Really?" You asked hopefully as you all made your way to the dinner table. You avoided Natasha's eyes the whole time but consequently ended up taking a seat opposite her. You froze when you sat down, already under her heated gaze once again. You gulped thickly and turned to Yelena while you tried to ignore the pair of emerald eyes burning holes into the side of your head.

The rest of the dinner wasn't altogether awkward but it wasn't the most comfortable you'd ever been. Natasha didn't acknowledge you, though it was rare that she did, and you both engaged in separate conversations with the rest of the team. You had never known if there was a particular reason the redhead didn't like you. You guessed it was down to her being protective of her little sister, something you could understand given all they had been through. But you would never hurt your girlfriend, in fact you would do anything to avoid that. So it bothered you that there was nothing you could do to sway Natasha's opinion of you, because you had literally tried everything. You had been dating her sister for six months. Surely if she was going to accept you it would have happened already. 

When dinner was finished Natasha excused herself as Yelena picked up some plates and took them to the kitchen. You were hooked on a story Sam was telling when they left, both your elbows on the table as your face rested in your hands, eagerly waiting for Sam to reveal how he was able to escape a whole squadron of planes with a malfunctioning suit. As a S.H.I.E.L.D agent, you didn’t get to experience half the things the Avengers did. Sure, you had had some crazy missions and your fair share of close calls, but their stories always won. 

Once Sam dramatically finished his story with some over the top sound effects, you noticed Yelena had missed a few plates and still wasn’t back. With the dishes in your hands, you made your way to the kitchen, soon hearing the strong accent of your girlfriend. “You're being unfair.” She scolded with a hushed aggression. 

“I’m trying to protect you, Lena.” Natasha’s voice fired back. Your ears pricked up at the verb and you were unsure of whether or not to leave the plates on a near table and go or stay to hear about the apparent threat your girlfriend was facing. “She’s going to get herself killed.”

“Oh and you’ve never done something reckless?” Reckless. That was a word you had seen in your S.H.I.E.L.D assessment reports enough times to get a vague idea of who the pair were talking about. Natasha being on the opposing side proved the point more. “When will you drop this?”

“You couldn’t have just dated a normal civilian? Or at least an agent that manages to not get themselves in harm's way on the way to the paper copier.” Well that was hardly accurate. S.H.I.E.L.D didn’t use paper copiers. 

“You know maybe if you spent less time being a bitch to her and more time actually getting to know her you would understand why I love her.” Yelena said in a more disappointed tone, most of the frustration drained away from exhaustion. You wondered how long they had been talking about this. Or if they had before. Yelena always acted like there wasn’t any tension between you and her sister. Maybe she thought if she ignored it things would sort themselves out. 

There was a heavy silence over the room so with a pang of guilt, you stepped out from behind the wall with the plates still in your hands, fauxing mild surprise when you saw them both, like you didn’t even know they were still there. If they saw through your act, they didn’t say anything. “Thanks, just put them there.” The blonde smiled and pointed at the counter near her. Natasha stayed silent as she watched you from the other side of the room. It always felt like she was studying you for any sign of a weakness when she looked at you, waiting to spot something she could use to strike. 

“You need a hand?” You asked as you spied the excessive bubbles in the sink that coaxed your girlfriend’s forearms. “Before you break something.” You joked and watched as Yelena’s cheeks tinted pink as she remembered the shattered glass in the bin at home. 

“She’s capable.” Natasha interrupted with stone cold glare. 

“That’s okay, detka (babe).” Yelena mumbled and kissed your cheek. “I’m just finishing up.” She said before looking briefly at her sister. “Then we’re going.”

*

To no surprise of your own, Natasha didn’t get any friendly towards you after what you could only assume wasn’t the first discussion the sister’s had had about you. In fact it got considerably worse; not straight away though, that came a few weeks after when the pair came rushing into the cafeteria. Yelena marched in the room with her eyes set on you as the redhead followed by her side, exclaiming something wildly with her hands. 

“This is insane. Yelena!” Unfortunately for Natasha, her sister’s stubbornness fiercely rivaled her own. 

“Hey, detka.” Yelena smiled as she sat down on the seat in front of you. You gave a small wave as you finished chewing your sandwich, eyeing the pair cautiously. Natasha continued to stand with her arms crossed, mumbling under her breath in Russian. “You busy now?” 

“Not really.” You shrugged and brushed the crumbs off your hands.

“Yelena, no.”

“Zamolchi (shut up)!” The blonde fired back. “That’s great,I could really use a hand on a mission.”

“I will go with you.” Natasha insisted but Yelena shooed her away distractedly. “They know who you are, it won’t work.” She hissed.

“That’s why disguises exist!” Natasha yelled, gaining the attention of every other S.H.I.E.L.D agent in the room. 

“It won’t work.” Your girlfriend said firmly, her choice was already made and set in stone. 

“Okay.” You shrugged and immediately fell under Natasha’s most heated glare. 

“Don’t you dare.” She gritted. “There are thousands of agents in this base alone and you’re picking the single most reckless one who will get you killed.” The redhead continued but Yelena, unlike you, wasn’t fazed. 

“Great, go pack your stuff.” Yelena cheered.

“Right now?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t fucking move.” Your body betrayed you, keeping you glued to your seat in fear of what method, of the hundreds the widow knew, she would choose to kill you if you stood up. 

“I don’t trust anyone else to do this.” Yelena said earnestly to her sister. Natasha considered her sister carefully but still looked unconvinced when her younger sister gave a frustrated huff and took you by the hand to drag you to your feet and past her sister who surprisingly didn’t follow after you both. 

As your girlfriend led you down the halls she explained the basis of the mission, telling you how you were to set up a last minute buy with a high profile weapons smuggler. Annoyingly, that was how he worked, telling buyers the location and time of a deal at the last minute. Beneficially, he was a smug prick who only believed in carrying out deals on his own. While he would be armed, there would be no one else with him, making yours and Yelena’s job easier. Yelena was the sniper, shooting to kill. S.H.I.E.L.D had tried apprehending the guy alive but it always ended in casualties and they were finally done with going easy. 

You considered it all when you were changing into the outfit Yelena had given you, planning what exactly you could say to the dealer to get him to the specific part of the warehouse that Yelena could shoot at. You were buttoning up your white blouse when the door swung open and Natasha stepped through. “You sure you can handle this?” She asked right off the bat. 

“I’ve been through my training just like everyone else here, Natasha. I know you don’t think I’m capable but I’ve been on my fair share of missions and I know protocol and-”

“Just keep her safe.” The Russian said. You blinked and opened your mouth to speak but couldn’t find the words.

“I don’t care if Baros comes out of there in a body bag or in a limo.” You blinked again and continued with your shirt as you decided to just listen to Natasha. “But if one hair on Yelena’s head is harmed I will make you live to regret it for the remainder of your long and very painful days.” She said darkly and you could only nod dumbly. Natasha studied you for a long moment before turning around to head out of the room far less dramatically as she had entered. 

“She trusts me for a reason.” You couldn’t help but call out as the redhead opened the door. She glanced at you for a second and left as she called over her shoulder to you. 

“I don’t.”

*

“Do you want to get take out tonight? I was thinking that new Chinese place around the corner.” Yelena spoke clearly but she might as well have been thinking aloud because you couldn’t respond. She knew that of course. She knew that you speaking would ruin your cover if Baros had cameras set up around you. “So that’s a yes on the Chinese?” She continued. Okay she was definitely doing it because she knew you couldn’t respond. “Detka there’s no need for you to insist on paying. I owe you one right now.” You bit back a smile until the warehouse doors opened and Baros stepped through, watching you eagerly. 

“So nice of you to join me.” You deadpanned. You couldn’t help it. The guy literally chose the time and he was still half an hour late.

“Yes, my apologies.” Baros said in a very unapologetic tone. “Something came up.” He muttered as he placed a large box on the table and unlocked it with an 8 digit code although you were sure there was a lot more to it than that. Not that you cared about his weapons right now. “Now I hear I have something you’re interested in.” 

With that, the sale began. At first you thought you were in luck. Baros made a habit of strolling around the room as he explained various weapons that you pretended to be interested in, but he never went to the spot Yelena could shoot. It became irritating very quickly. You walked around too in an attempt to lead him to wear you needed him but he always backed off at the last second. You heard Yelena groan into the earpiece a few times too. 

“Is there anything here that’s of interest to you? Or are you more concerned with listening to whoever’s on the other end of that earpiece?” Your eyes snapped to Baros as he watched you curiously. “Where is she?” He asked coldly. Your earpiece wasn’t meant to be visible and the thought that Baros had found a way to get around S.H.I.E.L.D’s technology concerned you greatly. 

“I don’t know who you’re talking about, I’m here alone.” You swallowed thickly. Baros gave a throaty laugh in response, some primal hunting impulse starting up. 

“I’ve killed every S.H.I.E.L.D agent that has come after me, you and your friend will be no different. Now where is she?”

You wanted to charge at Baros. To knock him to the ground and wrap your hands tightly around his throat and squeeze long and tight enough to make him regret ever threatening your girlfriend. Except you couldn’t move. It wasn’t a fear induced freeze up like you had gotten from Natasha’s glares a few times. There was a much larger and more dangerous obstacle that stopped you moving. Something toxic. Baros gave another manic laugh as he watched that realisation dawn on you. But really, what was panicking you most was that Yelena had been silent for a long time. 

“You see, Agent l/n, while you were trying your hardest to get me to play your game, I was beating you at my own. I’ve grown immune to the toxin that’s been circulating the room since your arrival.” You trembled as you dropped to your knees and fell onto your side, only able to watch and listen. “And what your friend sees is a mere projection of us continuing business, audio included of course, so she won’t be coming to get you anytime soon.” You exhaled as heavily as you could in relief at the knowledge that Yelena was safe.

“Now where were we?” Baros asked as he knelt down besides you and lifted your head up, placing the flat of a blade against your cheek. “Oh yes, you were just about to tell me about the other one.”

“Go...to...hell.” You grimace, every word spoken feeling like one of the hardest things you had ever done. 

“I’m sure you’ll feel as though you’re there very shortly.” He muttered as the knife very slowly started to dig into your skin.

*

You had no idea how long you were with Baros, how long since he had first started slicing your skin, how long your bones had been broken or even how long since you had first started to cough up blood, most of it staying in your mouth because of your weak diaphragm. You had exceeded your limit long ago, only using your energy to make the occasional snarky comment that made the next attack harsher. You couldn’t seem to stop yourself. It made you feel like you had some control, as did the fact that you never said a word about Yelena.

A gargled scream was ripped from you when Baros pressed the burning hot knife against your latest stab wound, cauterising it to stop you bleeding out and keep you alive for as long as he needed you. A sickening smile crept onto his lips as he watched your eyes fill with tears once again and leant back once he was done. Much to your long awaited relief, that smile was wiped from his face when a spray of red erupted in front of you, shortly followed by Baros dropping to the ground next to you, dead on the spot he had accidentally stood in. 

You didn’t trust your relief, you didn’t trust yourself not to be hallucinated after the endless hours of torture, even when a heavily armed S.H.I.E.L.D team flooded into the room. A few gathered around you, asking questions you couldn’t quite understand as bright white lights filled your vision. Then you were being lifted into the air, not aware of the fabric of the stretcher beneath you until the back of your hand dropped onto it. You managed a small trace of a smile before you passed out. 

*

There was an arm draped across your stomach when you woke up. It was the first thing you felt, a fact that you were extremely grateful for. You blinked frantically a few times before you turned to look at your girlfriend sleeping by your side on the hospital bed. You smiled at the sight of her peaceful form and tucked some stray hairs behind her ear softly, careful not to wake her. You were glad you cherished that moment of peace and relief, because it wasn’t long before you had more company.

You took your hand away from Yelena’s face when Natasha walked in, settling to keep it by your side, although there was nothing you could do about the arm that was squished between yours and your girlfriend’s body. “I tried my best-” you started but Natasha shook her head. 

“You...you did great, y/n.” You smiled sheepishly, sure there were some drugs in your system. “No one could have done any better.” She said as her eyes flickered to the cuts on your face. “So thank you.”

“It was no trouble at all.” You shrugged. Natasha rolled her eyes but smiled faintly, something you never thought you would see directed at you. “I’d never let anything happen to her.” You said honestly. The redhead nodded as she looked at her sister.

“I know that now. I was just scared, I can’t loose her again and you have to admit you’re not the most reliable person on the planet.” You blushed and looked away. “But I trust you now and I’m sorry I doubted you.” She apologised sincerely.

“No harm, no foul.” You joked again, truly not knowing how you were meant to act around the Russian now that you were finally in her good books.

“Don’t make me regret this.” Natasha warned with a smirk. You chuckled lightly and watched as she made to leave. “You should get some rest.” She advised and you nodded but frowned when she was nearly out the door.

“How’d she know?” You asked, making Natasha turn back to you with a quirk of her brow. “That something wasn’t right.” The redhead smiled and shook her head.

“You hadn’t made a smart ass comment in ten minutes.”

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