#eldritch assassin agenda

[yandere-fics]

if ya dont mind me askin, what are your oc's biggest kinks?

(ofc I don't mind! Ask away! Don't feel worried to send in any asks! This is a bit shorter.)

♡ What Are Their Kinks ♡

♡ The Kingdom Version ♡

♡ She wants you to use the strap on her. I've said it before but this girl is a complete bottom, there is not a single dominant bone in her body. She loves any way you dominate her but especially if you use the strap on her. ♡

♡ Kind of likes degradation but is also a huge baby about it. She will literally be crying and begging you to stop insulting her and teasing her, meanwhile she's clutching the bedsheets harder every time you degrade her and on the verge of the hardest orgasm in her life. ♡

♡ If you spit in her mouth, she won't complain. Her poor dick will be the hardest it's ever been in it's life though. Lol. Sorry but I am never going to shut up about my trans girl Miriel agenda. ♡

♡ Edging. This is personally why I am scared of Kassien. She loves edging so much. Why can't she have her fun? You force her to be your patient mate so she'll get her revenge by making you be patient for your orgasm. ♡

♡ You're not going to get to enjoy yourself for possibly a few hours and afterwards when it finally happens, it's gonna feel like your bones are melting and you just want to sleep. That's when the real fun begins. ♡

♡ She just loves seeing you so drowsy after she's finished with you. It makes her want to ruin your nap and keep you up with her fingers or mouth for another hour. ♡

♡ Nora, much like Miriel, she is basically no sex drive unless her darling initiates. Being immortal sort of dulled her ability to want such things over the years. She, unlike Miriel, has a very dominant side. She won't show it unless you want her to though cause she would never want to upset you or do anything that is less than perfect in your eyes. ♡

♡ She can't help it if she starts to push you around more than she would normally allow herself to do during sex though. She kinda wishes you would allow her to tie you up. It's the only time she'll feel confident to truly let loose. ♡

♡ As long as she makes you feel good then you'll forget all the concerning things she's says while you're tied up. No squirming away when she talks about possibly branding you with her name so you can't leave cause everyone will know you belong to one of the most feared assassins. You'll forget all about it when she unties you though, thinking it's just weird bedroom talk. ♡

♡ Runa is kind of gross. I mean obviously, she's a serial killer. She wants to intertwine your bodies completely. She'll hurt your feelings but it's all out of love, right? ♡

♡ She wants to fuck you in front of a victim, especially if they're someone who tried to damage your relationship. She might get a bit degrading with it. ♡

♡ Luckily she's good at aftercare and will comfort you. And by that I mean, she gives you a relaxing bath while you promise her that you still love her after she bullied you for hours of brutal railing. ♡

♡ She doesn't need to get creative. Knotting is pretty much enough of a kink for her. Sawyer does not have need to be inventive when she's an eldritch being. Sorry that Sawyer's is boring but she has to work most of the time so not much time for inventing. ♡

♡ She enjoys buying toys for you and watching you use them on the camera's in the penthouse apartment. It satisfies her need to touch you because at least you're using something she bought for you. ♡

♡ Sometimes she dreams of turning into her real form and enjoying you that way. She'd never do it though because it would dramatically alter your relationship in a way that could not be restored. Plus if she ever became her real form then the magic on the city might be ruined and the city might break. ♡

[robbyrobinson]

The Sociopath: Tsuruoka (Talentless Nana, CONTAINS SPOILERS)

The main antagonist of Talentless Nana, Tsuruoka was a high-ranking government official working under Kario who is running for prime minister. As the Enemies of Humanity were proving to be a "threat," Tsuruoka establishes a government program where he trained young girls into becoming assassins so they could eliminate the enemies of humanity.

Except that the "enemies" are actually the Talented. The Talented are humans with superhuman abilities called quirks I mean quirks I mean... talents. Yeah. Because they were considered dangerous to the Talentless, the government arranged to have some of the children get sent to an island. But... Tsuruoka has no qualms with staging an altercation between the Talentless and the Talented to help the corrupt politician rise to power.

It is here that we learn of the extent of Tsuruoka's sociopathy: when Nana's parents expressed resistance to how the government was handling the Talented situation, the bastard murdered them and pinned the blame on some nameless bandits who did not exist.

He was the one who indoctrinated Nana into despising the Talented and being an effective assassin all while playing the role of the loving parental figure. But Nana was always a means to an end for him that he would happily discard once one of two things happened: either she betrayed him, or she would no longer be useful.

He has absolutely no remorse with plainly telling Nana that he killed her parents and how he treats Nanao isn't any better.

Tsuruoka is best described as an opportunistic manipulator who would lie on a dime if it benefitted him in the moment. He is a man who can lie to a group of children and tell them how special their talents are while sitting back and watching his trained assassins massacre them. He is a man who can shoot an unconscious girl -- probably the only source of Nana's happiness for once in her life -- dead just so she would not have a chance to heal herself. And lie all the same that he would get her medical treatment.

Not to mention being a total hypocrite: despite the goal of eradicating the Talented, Tsuruoka employs Nanao and wanted to have Jin join the ranks as well.

His superficial charm is a mask to hide the true monster he is something he himself admits. Even with someone like Moe's "grandmother," he knew her when he was younger and said that he wanted her to remember him the way he was back then. But he makes it clear that he is willing to exploit Moe's love for her to match his agenda; when she tells him that she earnestly wanted Moe to have a normal life, he bends it to try to force Moe to abandon Nana. While unconfirmed, I am convinced this bastard even ordered Nanao to kill Moe's grandmother just to work it into his machinations.

Even when later he claims that the Talented reach a point in their evolution where they become freaky eldritch abominations which is why he needed Nanao's brain... really, after all the times he has lied and bended the truth, what makes you think he is being truthful now? Even if he was, as according to devil's advocate, what if he is being honest? He is still a self-serving sociopath who is likely only feigning concern for humanity's safety to net himself more power.

In the end, who is Tsuruoka? Tsuruoka is the very worst that humanity has to offer. He is a cruel, sadistic, monster who openly basks in being as malicious he can be. Everyone is there either to be his pawns that he can discard without a second thought, or simply because he thinks he can get away with it.

[starry-bi-sky]

that is EXACTLY Kon and Danny and i am ALSO living for it. Half-Kryptonian Half-Human Alien Boy and his Half-Human Half-Ghost Eldritch Horror Boyfriend. Power couple of the century <33

(ye ofc! Draw him whenever you have the energy/time and stuff, lord knows its easier that way and a ton more fun.)

AND GRAH IM GLAD YOU BROUGHT UP BABY DAMES. I love baby Dames he is my special little boy. My precious ex-assassin clone child. He absolutely sleeps in the hood of Danny's scarf and Danny fucking loves having him there. There are the two most specialist ever <33

Kon has come to visit Danny a few times and found him floating in the middle of his room in his ghost form, Damian fast asleep on his chest and all wrapped up in his scarf. Danny's conjured floating stars around the pitch black room that are all steadily orbiting around them. Danny is making this strange, humming-purring sound. It's totally inhuman and hauntingly beautiful.

SPEAKING OF MUSIC. Clone^2 Danny and Damian's whole vibes are based off Sleeping At Last. But in particular Danny is Nine, Two, Pluto, and Damian is Eight and Saturn. This is PURELY so i can spread Sleeping At Last Agenda and inflict you with Emotions that these songs Inflict On Me. (Also Neptune, Mars, and Earth. Mars in particular i imagine Danny saying to Damian)

Sometimes he gets to stick around and he sits on the floor with his head in his arms, hearts in his eyes, as Danny create this whole new mini solar system around them.

THEY ALSO GO FLYING TOGETHER. GraHH. They can both go so far up. They have races. Them doing that thing where they both go up up up, and then fall together, catching themselves before they can hit the ground.

SO MANY REGRETS WITH INTRODUCING DANNY'S FRIENDS TO KON'S. You just kNOW that Bart is trying to race Johnny 13. Everyone loses here. He also wants to race Danny. Tucker is showing off his PDA to Tim and Sam is talking to Cassie. Kon and Danny are off somewhere.

They have sleepovers and stay up late playing video games. Damian is positively determined to stay for the whole thing. He sits in Danny's lap the whole time and Danny uses him as a personal headrest -- as is the cost of staying awake and being there. Baby Dames always ends up falling asleep before 10. There HAS been a recreation of the Penny Snapcube Mr. Crocker Breakdown if only so that I can make Danny be Penny and absolutely lose his shit laughing with everyone.

yes yes yes. Kon sees Danny with the Long Ass Hair and promptly short circuits. Forgets how to speak and cycles through gibberish, kryptonian, some other alien language he learned off planet, before then finally landing on english. Only to spit out a Li Shang-levels of pathetic "you- you look good" line and promptly wish he had danny's intangibility so he could sink through the floor.

Danny with even longer hair means Kon gets to play with even more of his hair. Danny's working on some little pet project (NOT Kon's birthday present) and Kon is sitting behind him, his chin hooked over his shoulder, while he has one arm wrapped around his waist and the other hand is playing with his hair. This can and will result in Danny falling asleep.

(Danny is SO thrilled to meet Green Lantern and has a dozen questions for him about the other star sectors he's been to. Hal is RADIATING smugness. Bruce will never live this down.)

GIVES YOU SHAKEN BABY SYNDROME. YES YES YES. I'VE BEEN HARDCORE THINKING ABOUT HALFA DAMES. AND I LOVE WISP AS A NAME THAT IS SOOO DAMN CUTE OH MY GOD??? TEENY SMOL DAMES WITH GLOWING GREEN EYES AND SNOW WHITE HAIR LIKE HIS BROTHER.

also if Danny is like, 17-18 here, and Damian is currently 6, then that means Damian would've been like 2-3-ish and honestly that is SO cute (and also deliciously tragic). ITTY BITTY SMOL THING WITH THE TEETH. In comparison to the (still pr smol at time of creation but) much bigger Thing With The Teeth looming right behind him :]. Danny using his scarf to carry Dames around on his back like those african baby wraps. He still does it even when Dames is six bc they both Love It.

Smol Bitey Blob Wisp And His Much Bigger Much Scarier Blob Brother-(Technically-Dad) The Phantom. GIW are in for a, frankly, SHIT time if they even think of targeting Wisp. Bby can handle himself pr well but also. he Smol. He Babey. He Littol.

(which gives ME the opportunity to share my favorite quote for bruce clone!Danny, and that is: "Batman doesn't kill!" "Do I look like Batman to you?")

Kon absolutely loves seeing Danny in makeup. It's like, one of his favorite things ever. Eyeliner sharp enough to kill a man and the dark red lipstick?? He's gonna go wild. Danny's never gonna make it out the door, Kon is kissing it off him within minutes. Danny's makeup is smudged up and his lipstick is practically smeared off, and Kon is all but (messily) wearing it himself while looking like a smug cat.

"I have to go fix it now." Danny is grumbling, but his face is all pinkish and he's not all that upset tbh. Kon's got both his hands curled around Danny's waist. His fingers are a few inches shy of touching.

Kon just hums lowly and idly licks his lips, "I don't know," he says, "I think you look nice this way."

Which is, of course, the best way to make Danny flush perfectly scarlet down his throat and for him to laugh all truly bashful, and half-heartedly push Kon's face away with his palm.

Over 900 prompt

Okay I love the Danny is a clone of Batman aus but I've never seen this done.

Danny and Kon dating and Then Danny learning his parents cloned Batman thinking he is a ghost only to find out he isn't and kept Danny as their kid.

Just think of the hilarious reactions

Caue this immediately popped into my head.

Kon: *muffled screaming into Tim's couch*

Tim: ....you good?

Kon: danny is the clone of Batman

Tim: ...

Kon: I'm the clone of Superman

Tim:...

Kon: AND WE ARE DATING!

[new-kanon]

EXTREME SPOILERS BELOW FOR THE WEB SERIES MY POLYCULE & HOUSEMATES & GODDAUGHTERS WILL BE FILMING! IF YOU WANT TO UNCOVER THE SECRET LORE IN TIME WITH EVERYONE ELSE ONCE IT'S RELEASED DO NOT VIEW!

We begin with our brightly colored Jewish/Rrma paranormal investigator played Alford, a pastel grunge softboy on his way to investigate the source of the strange and bloody past of this forgotten Bay Arean neighborhood. Does he have a personal interest or just curious? Hmm.

The "Black Miasma" has plagued this town for generations, the spiritual dark force that causes the many disappearances and serial killings, supposed stemming from the mansion uptop the hill. Where an Intersexed half Native witch Bride and their satanic Husband made human sacrifices before being entombed within its walls by the villagefolk. Yet that's only half true.

Now inhabited by immortals, who through black magic and dark science, cheated death: a Romani witch assassin and her German Mad Scientist husband, taking refuge here after fleeing Europe for their human experiments. Together, they nursed a Southern werewolf, Seb, and Jewish/Arab vampire, Ali, back to health after finding them fighting till exhaustion near the boundary line - and can not tell if the two are enemies, exs, or a romantic couple in a long standing fight to this day. They more or less adopt the two.

Upon the arrival of Alford, who is welcomed warmly, the wall behind the painting of the Bride's corpse-like face (originally a beautiful portrait, a la Dorian Gray), is identified as the source of the Miasma. Upon removing a bricked up wall, akin to The Cask of Amontillado, the they find Bride, now a Vessel to their husband's Eldritch God, having been sealed away alive and now white-of-hair + technically a corpse animated by possession - who reclaims the estate as their own.

Upon releasement, the most recent victim of the Black Miasma, a slasher of the neighborhood, a lovestruck outcast who was killed in a prank and buried in the woods near the Estate a year ago, turns from his final girl, who's fake date with him caused his death, and walks towards the House Upon The Hill, to heed his Mistress and Master's call, now their obsessive lover & religious devotee.

Bound by a Priest of the True Sevenfold God, the Black Miasma took and fed without care, as it's master was locked away. Now, those under their true influence are dark vigilantes, fed by the lingering consciousness of the Vessel's Soul, wanting revenge for how they were wronged by man and false romantic promise at a very young age, feeding upon the flesh of abusers.

Together, the pastel punk paranormal investigator, more or less held hostage here, the Roma witch, her German Dr Frankenstein wannabe, their Muslim vampire & Texan werewolf adopted idiots to lovers, & the Eldritch + their new Yandere Proxy hunt down bad folk among the neighborhood, aid in protection on both sides of the Mundane and Supernatural.

The Pastel Jewitch is more than just a Sillycore Bluejay in a found family of Corvids. Ultimately a "Happypasta Proxy" in the making.

Ali is immune to most traditional vampire banes as they stem from Catholicism.

Almost everyone is a cannibal. Most are technically unalive. Everyone is queer.

The Twins (played by my German and French Ginger Goddaughters) are Redrum-esque psychic followers of the Eldritch one, killers in the making. Pusgley & Wednesday coded, but goes both ways.

The Vessel's consciousness is still lingering & its a slow burn with Eldritch emotionally dead bitch & lovesick clingy stalker slasher, causing their heart to beat again.

Someone is a traitor, in league with the historical Villagers' agenda & the True Sevenfold Church, out to snuff all magic out.

Slice of Life ultimately meets Monster of the Week meets Apocalypse.

[stealingpotatoes]

AC1 Week day 2: Eden

must be fun for all the partly-Isu assassins to realise they have just as much in common with a piece of eden as they do with other human beings

[dreadfutures]

WIP Wednesday

I don’t really have anything on backlog, but I’m very happy with this chapter so I decided to share something anyway! Thanks for the tags @emerald-amidst-gold | @oxygenforthewicked | @little-lightning-lavellan | @the-eldritch-it-gay | @inquisitoracorn | @noire-pandora!

This is from Chapter 5 of Rogasha’ghi’lan (The Brave Guide).

Halevune Mahariel has been acting like he hates Leliana, and Ixchel wants to know why. Leliana shows Ixchel a letter from the Warden-Commander in which he begs her:

Please, Leli. After Denerim, my People are owed someone else to fight for them. Spare us the duty of rebellion and uprising. Spare your own people the trouble that would follow. 

And he asks her to assassinate Empress Celene.

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"What happened in Denerim?" Ixchel asked Leliana.

"What didn't happen?" Leliana replied hollowly, unable now to raise her eyes from her lap. "One of Alistair's first acts as king was to grant the alienage sovereignty. We were young. We thought it was clear that the humans of Ferelden owed the elves of the alienage something, if not reparations. We had experienced so much in that year, and yet we did not foresee that the banns would all but embargo Shianni's people to the point of a famine. Alistair tried to enforce support, but when his own forces would not obey him, what was he to do? Incite another civil war?"

Leliana scoffed derisively, though Ixchel felt it was at the way the question had been posed as rhetorical rather than at the question itself; after all, Ixchel had plenty of answers of her own, and Leliana knew them well.

"And then… The elven bann was murdered, and the riot threatened to take the whole of Denerim with it."

Leliana's lips quirked again, though her expression was nothing at all like a smile. She glanced at Ixchel through her lashes, and Ixchel nearly gasped to see how the Nightingale's eyes gleamed with unshed tears.

"Hal has not forgiven Alistair." Leliana pressed her eyes shut tight. "I thought I knew what I would have done in his shoes. And then…when I had the chance…"

Ixchel was silent, letter still clutched in her hands; her fingers felt cold, and numb, and so did her tongue. In contrast, her insides felt white-hot and twisted. All of her feelings were pressed tight against her ribs, where they begged to be given voice, but what was there to say that she had not already told Leliana, and Celene herself? Even worse…what was there to say that Leliana had not said to herself?

Ixchel found herself suddenly thinking of the fresh graves in Var Bellanaris, where Keeper Soufei had laid her clan to rest. Where the Vir Atish'an had led the Dalish woman to face Halamshiral, and the smoke that rose from its decimated alienage, and to say, 'Your suffering is my own.'

Her whole body ached at the thought of that long road, and the many tragedies that had led her to meet the Keeper in the ashes of Halamshiral, where Soufei had plucked glass and stone from Ixchel's feet and healed her and held her as she cried.

Ixchel raised her hand to her face and covered her burning eyes.

Anger overcame her next, for everything she was working for in Wycome, everything that Briala represented in Halamshiral, was in Halevune's footsteps. And yet—whether it was because Thedas considered Ferelden a dog-infested backwater, or because it had been a Warden's meddling, or if it were because so many still believed the Blight had been a hoax—nothing Hal had done had set a precedent anywhere else. And Ixchel had been too young, too isolated, at the time to have known, or cared, or helped.

Fuck, she thought to herself bitterly. Oh, Hal.

Leliana drew a shuddering breath as well and released it, long and slow. "The Hero of Ferelden had so much stolen from him, and he gave even more," she said softly. "And for what? I confess, as we crossed Thedas together, I thought: this Warden will move the world before his short life is through. And yet, we have done everything we could to undo his work. The statues they erected of him hid his ears beneath a helmet he never wore, and that was the first sign."

She brushed at her eyes.

"It is no different than if he had died that night. He said as much to me, as the years went on. He has every right to be angry."

Ixchel leaned back into her headboard and ran her hand fully across her face now, groaning softly. The air rumbling in her chest ached, but no more than her heart already did. "We do," she whispered. "We always will." She swallowed roughly and tried to meet Leliana's gaze. She now understood why, of all her advisers, Leliana had supported Ixchel's agenda in Wycome without question. Reparation.

"When he returns, I will speak to him," Ixchel said wearily. "If these are things he cares about, I need to make it clear that we have need of him."

Ixchel stopped herself, suddenly remembering Zevran's last words to her in Wycome, a message for Halevune Mahariel: 'Tell him that the world will keep turning with, or without him—but without him, it will never change.'

She worked her jaw for a moment longer, then bowed her head. "The world has need of him."

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[mothtoflame]

mini bios for my characters who dont have actual bios yet:

rowan - comes from a line of unicorns who were cursed to live as humans. these descendants went on to live in communities similar to christian plain groups (eg. quakers, mennonites). rowan and her mother fled their community and moved into the modern world just before rowan was a teenager. she became a student of botany due to her inherent knowledge of flora. she happens to be a vessel of the virtue chastity.

lucian - rowan’s father, who briefly lived in their community before splitting from them to pursue his doctorate and begin his career as a psychiatrist. he is a vessel of patience.

anna - a solitary woman & witch who provides therapy services out of her own home. though she is licensed, her practices are questionable, but no one would know it. she’s adept in matters of the mind and illusion magic, among other things. she can disguise herself as various ages, hypnotize, magically persuade, etc.

millard - a prophet who doesn’t know he’s a prophet. a clairempath who wishes he wasn’t. he has seen and felt the ugliest of society, not with his eyes or body, but his own mind. as a result he has become bitter and unstable, and is in and out of psychiatric hospitals on a frequent basis.

rasmus - an interrogator for the russian mafia, as well as a double agent for their opposing syndicate. rasmus cares little for agendas, but he loves to play along, especially if he can get his hands bloody in the process. considered the most skilled interrogator of his time. a vessel of war, but they are synonymous with one another.

nigel - working for the russian mafia more or less against his own will. though he has taken work as an assassin, he doesn’t actually like the violence or killing. kind of a party boy and a creep, and on top of his gothic appearance this doesn’t earn him many friends. helps out rasmus (his uncle) once in a while.

stephen strange - formerly the sorcerer supreme, but resigned his position after most of his friends were blipped or otherwise destroyed by thanos. though he does what he can to help who’s left, he’s lost his way. this was only worsened by his desperate, botched attempt to bring his friends back, via forbidden eldritch magic, which has been affecting his mind and body ever since. he’s recently become acquainted with a peter parker... well, piper parker, from another universe.

[anarmel]

i’m on my d&d jatp bullshit and i just wanna write down how i conceptualise characters in one post(sorry)

Julie(starting alignment lawful good)

-is a half aasimar(mother’s side)/half sun-elf(father’s side)

-she is a multiclass of bard(college of benevolence) and paladin of Sun(oath of radiance) (in my world building there is no particular named gods there is just forces of nature, spirit and belief and separate domains of heavens where celestial beings realm. For example Sun is sentient force of life and burning illumination it gives life but only in tandem with other powers of nature, alone it just burns and gradually consumes you in its warmth until you notice you’ve been burned with it. There is no inherently good and bad forces it’s all in blinding shades of neutral morals and ambiguity and it’s people who tip the scales of balance using powers in their reach for their own agendas)

-her preference in weapons is a sturdy versatile sword and a shield. she is a fierce and focused fighter but she will always find time to heal and inspire her allies

-her bard magic comes through her angelic voice that can bring dead back to life. Her magic is sun flavoured bright and enticing.

Flynn (starting alignment chaotic good)

-is an eladrin elf her season changes depending on her mood but most of the time they’re in summer

-they are a wild magic sorcerer(chaos flavour). her magic focus is her own blood, magic flows through them

-was feared for her chaos magic and was not permitted to use it. Flynn kinda didn’t care for that rule and her magic never caused anyone any harm(yet) and was kinda fun. they want excitement in a life of adventure, they want to help in a fight and not be useless. it’s a risk but she isn’t afraid and Julie always by her side so it can’t be that bad

-fights are fun until they’re not. Flynn will support anyone in a tight spot and will not hesitate to throw her chaos bolt at the opponent

Nick (starting alignment neutral good)

-is a firbolg(not a full blood one because his too short but no one knows his lineage)

-he is a multiclass of fighter(arcane archer)and ranger(monster slayer)

-his preferred weapon is a long bow but he always has a long sword on his person. he’s ready for everything. a very tactical and rational fighter. prefers not to fight at all if possible. but if someone he loves is hurt he will put an arrow through a skull with surprising accuracy and precision

Carrie (starting alignment lawful evil)

-believes she is a high elf but something’s off(she is a changeling and doesn’t fully know it because she doesn’t want to know and that will make her not “perfect”)

-she’s an academically trained rogue-assassin

-preferred fighting style quick slash of two poisonous daggers and an instant death of an opponent. in a long fight may shoot darts or to restrain a target will use her whip

Bobby (starting alignment true neutral)

-is half high elf(father’s side)/quarter orc(mother’s side)

-he’s a multiclass of rogue(scout) and barbarian(totem warrior)

-as a child went through the same training as Carrie and when he left home he picked up new skills as he wondered through nature following birds wishing he was as free and independently happy as them and this wish just made him more angry at his situation because he doesn’t know how to achieve what he wants

-dual wields two swords and throws javelins when necessary. will jump into battle to release his pent up anger but his first priority is to protect those around him and feel useful

Luke (starting alignment chaotic good)

-is a satyr

-he’s a multiclass of bard(college of eloquence) and fighter(eldritch knight)

-his parents wanted for him to follow in their footsteps and be a good servant for a forest spirt but he’s an adventurer and a creator at heart and needs to share himself with the world so after an argument with his parents left his home in anger

-in fight he wields his soul bound greataxe-guitar

-loves to fight it’s just another performance where you get to inspire allies and bring good to the world. it’s a competition not just between you and your opponent but also between people on your side to see who does the best Luke always convinced it’s him because he gives a part of himself to his allies through inspiring song and he gets to slash some head off

Reggie (starting alignment neutral good)

-is an asmodeus tiefling which gives him an intimidating look but his a soft marshmallow

-he’s a wizard(school of illusion)

-left his home in search for peace but then he met Luke and got inspired to bring peace to others

-sometimes he feels like he’s underwater and lost and only his friends make him rush to the surface for so much needed air

-an imaginative caster will distract opponents with their fears and desires as his friends deal damage. not an aggressive fighter more of a useful distraction but always has a fireball up his sleeve that he’s timid to use

Alex (starting alignment lawful neutral)

-is a fallen aasimar banished from his home. doesn’t talk about it at all

-he is a cleric(grave domain)

-wields a shield and a quarterstaff. in a fight prefers to deal damage and deal with the problem at hand instead of healing the stupid wounds his friends got in a dumb way.

-his magic is radiant and necrotic flavoured.

Willie (starting alignment chaotic neutral)

-is an air genasi

-they are a multiclass of wild magic sorcerer and warlock(archfey patron)

-never had a stable home or family. always new faces with every new “control” group. it started since their childhood. one of the magic serges caused a tornado that had casualties. Willie didn’t choose this magic but he’s understand what they caused needs control but in “control” groups they are like a lab rat and Willie’s tired and wants to live their life in adrenaline of adventure. they feel like an air in an old hot room where someone desperately needs to open a window and let it out. and after his last magic serge that someone finds him and lifts his curse giving him new power

-doesn’t experience magic surges anymore as a side effect of his pact with Caleb

-in a fight Willie’s unexpected and always has a plan that only they know

-uses magic as well as dynamite sticks(a bit of an arsonist)

-flavour of magic: air, charged air(lighting)

[bewaretheidesofmarchyall]

Sadly, My Two Cents Were Swallowed By A Goat, But I Have Stolen The Goat, So Who Is The Real Winner Here?

Right, so last we left off, I explained why taking over Earth in the first Avengers movie was actually a pretty good idea. 

One thing I forgot to note is that Earth is also 1/9th of the Asgardian Empire. The “Nine Realms” aren’t different planes of existence, they’re just planets Odin happens to own (as evidenced by Hela saying something along the lines of “we’ll have all of the realms, not just nine” in Thor: Ragnarok, and by the fact that you can just drive in a spaceship to Earth from Asgard, also in Thor: Ragnarok). 

Yeah, we’re technically one of Asgard’s colonies.

So, anyway, as established in the first post, Loki could have take over Earth with or without Thanos’s help. From there, he could have used whatever army he collected to take over Asgard. Pretty much the only problem I can see with this plan is the Ancient One astral-punching Loki out of his body and calling Frigga to collect him. But that didn’t happen, likely for some wibbly wobbly fate stuff. 

So, why was Loki’s plan to instead summon an unnecessary army and deliberately antagonize the most powerful people on the planet? Because I literally cannot think of a worse way to take over the planet. THAT WAS A STUPID PLAN. Which is somewhat uncharacteristic, because if Loki’s good at one thing, it’s infiltrating governments (for reference see everything that happened on Sakaar). 

Wait. How much of this was Loki’s plan to begin with? 

It’s been confirmed that Loki was being influenced by the mind stone. Fans have their respective theories on how he was secretly on the side of the heroes throughout the film, and most of them hinge on this one sentence:

This sentence was preceded by Tony Stark saying,

“Let's do a head count here: your brother the demi-god; a super soldier, a living legend who kind of lives up to the legend; a man with breath-taking anger management issues; a couple of master assassins, and YOU, big fella, you've managed to piss off every single one of them.”

Most people who subscribe to possession fan theories believe that this is Loki admitting that he brought together the Avengers to fight Thanos.

I have a different take.

You know how we all pretend Age Of Ultron never happened? There is no war in Ba Sing Se, and there is no Brucetasha. Sadly, we must admit the existence of this movie, if only to talk about how Vision was made. Vision was made with the collective help of Dr. Bruce Banner, Tony Stark, and Thor, as well as Helen Cho and Ultron. If the Avengers hadn’t been brought together, the Vision, host of the mind stone, would never have been created.

Which got me thinking. What if the mind stone had an agenda in this movie? What if that agenda was creating Vision? What if when Loki says that bringing together the Avengers was “the plan”...it wasn’t his plan at all? What if the live action game of Galaga that was the battle of New York was never intended to be won? Maybe the same can even be said of Ultron, who, for all his theatrics, was nowhere near as deadly as he could have been. 

All of these battles could have been a complicated chess match played by a primordial eldritch monstrosity and my head hurts.

In summary, Loki was just as possessed as Hawkeye or Erik Selvig in this movie, but I don’t believe him to be nobly fighting against Thanos or on the side of the heroes. Not yet. 

Also, the mind stone is TERRIFYING, and should be thought of as such, and I trust Vision as far as I can throw him.

So yeah

[isagrimorie]

[January Meme] - Discuss leading ladies in Sci-Fi TV

"Discuss leading ladies in sci-fi television shows. Compare, contrast, who do you lovel who do you not?" via @cleoselene

I’ll limit this to a few shows: Star Trek DS9, Farscape, Firefly, Fringe, Doctor Who, Star Trek Discovery, The Expanse, Legends of Tomorrow, Person of Interest, Killjoys, and Star Wars.

Breaking shows down further:

Space SciFi:

Star Trek, Star Wars, Killjoys, Farscape, Firefly, and the Expanse

Under Star Trek I’m going to focus on Deep Space Nine and Discovery and for me, I’ll pick Kira Nerys as the main leading lady, and for Discovery there’s Michael Burnham.

It’s interesting to look at both of them coming from different eras in-show and IRL. DS9 is the first time Star Trek tries something a little more complicated. (Not that Trek hasn’t done it with TNG but DS9 tackles things in a more in depth way, due to being a station with a set of recurring characters).

Kira Nerys was a rebel, a freedom fighter against the Cardassian Occupation and sometimes she also gets called a terrorist. It’s not something Kira shrugs off too, she knows what she did in the name of freedom. She’s very clear eyed on that. If DS9 were written immediately after post-9/11 this would never be allowed.

Michael Burnham is also a character of her time, where Kira embraced the morally ambigous side of her, Michael's comfort level with violence and the number of people who died because of her bad judgement sits heavy on her shoulders.

She’s not used to that, she’s a Starfleet Officer, and as a Starfleet Officer who grew up in Vulcan it’s not a prospect she grew-up with. Michael had a set path, which was derailed.

Kira and Michael have different-life experiences and upbringing. One isn’t necessarily better than the other, just different. Kira grew-up in fighting a guerilla war. Michael was traumatized at a young age and grew-up in a very emotionally locked down household. Michael struggles to find her feet between the two, maybe three worlds she straddles over. Michael chooses to be Starfleet.

Kira didn’t want to be Starfleet and only started softening on that stance later in the series.

ATM though since Kira has a finished story, and because she’s stayed with me the longest, Kira edges Michael out a little.

Star Wars This is another formative show but it’s only really recently that I’ve become really invested in Star Wars, with one caveat. I’m invested in the animated arm of the Star Wars Expanded Universe.

But! Princess Leia is the OG and she’s the template of most of the fantastic women in the ‘verse.

This top spot is shared together with Ahsoka Tano. Ahsoka was Anakin Skywalker’s apprentice and is instrumental for making me like Anakin in the way the Prequel movies failed to do. The other reason why I love Ahsoka so much is because of how she developed from a really snarky kid to one of the best characters in the Star Wars ‘verse. She has a rich history and an incredibly enigmatic future.

Space Opera

Farscape: This is such a fantastic, zany and colorful space show. It’s grand in scale and the acting is phenomenal. Everyone is fantastic here and then there’s the Radiant Aeryn Sun, a soldier who grows beyond what she knows and becomes such a vibrant character on her own.

Firefly: Space Cowboys, it’s only one season and as things go now I am glad we only have one season. This show had a lot of women but for me, the stand outs were Zoe Washburn and River Tam.

Killjoys seem to be a spiritual successor of both Firefly and Farscape. It’s another zany show with twists that surprise me, and really really interesting world building. It is also a space show where the lead is unquestionably a woman, Dutch. A former assassin slave Princess who forms complicated and complex bonds with people.

Hard Space Fi

‘The Expanse' has an embarrassment of riches when it comes to complicated and complex women. I haven't started season 3 but I know the season adds on with more fantastic women with their own stories and agendas.

Chrisjen Avasarala is one of the more fascinating people in the show, she is a seasoned diplomat and politician who always took an "Earth First" approach. This comes in conflict with several characters on the show who each have theth own agenda. There's Naomi Nagata a' Belter' who wanted nothing to do with fights and causes and slowly re-learn 8 to be one.

The Expanse is such a rich and vibrant story that I think everyone can stand shoulder to shoulder together in the number 1 spot.

The Douglas Adams Sci Fi

I mean, not really but I don’t know what else to categorize both Doctor Who and Legends of Tomorrow

Legends of Tomorrow

Zany doesn’t even cover this lovable show. It started out kind of a mess in season 1 and then slowly the writers threw the rule book out and what started out as a story with a standard squared jaw hero (Rip Hunter) and an unfortunate love story (Sorry Hawks) is now one of the most queer friendly and irreverent shows. The new lead of the show is Sarah, a former assassin and she leads a bunch of misfits accidentally breaking time to save time.

Sometimes they make the Doctor’s exploits... who am I kidding, they’re almost the same level of crazy.

Doctor Who

Speak of the devil, and the Devil walks in the form of a shape-changing ancient alien (at this point) eldritch and their Blue Box. To use the TV Tropes parlance: Doctor Who is the Trope Codifier. Doctor Who is space show, a time travel show, it can even be a procedural. Doctor Who is not stuck in one genre. It can be different things in every episode.

The force of Chaotic Good in their universe, and because of the Thirteenth Doctor, Doctor Who joins the list. Thirteen is a continuation of the Doctor we know but she is also someone new. Thirteen is a work-in-progress. It is interesting, in a list of ex-assassins and soldiers as protagonists, the Doctor has the highest body count of any heroic character I know.

SciFi Procedural

Fringe

Olivia Dunham started as a fantastic character with her own flaws and complexity and enormous badass-ness... until the moment the showrunners lost interest in her and started favoring Peter Bishop over Olivia. I still love her but it’s tempered by the knowledge of what happens to her character in the later seasons. Olivia deserved better. Astrid deserved better. Nina deserved better.

Peter Bishop took a lot of air and it annoyed me that the final shot of the show is about Peter.

Person of Interest

This show is so good. The final season might have dropped a ball a bit but man, I didn’t expect what seemed like a normal CBS procedural turning into a prescient, grounded cautionary Sci-Fi story.

It also is a show with a phenomenal set of characters and one of the best antagonist turned One of the Team characters in Root and then, later Sameen Shaw. If Fringe has superpowers and weird science Person of Interest is in a bit more grounded reality with one key difference-- Artificial Super Intelligence is real.

The show predicted the Snowden-NSA a year or two before it exploded, and it predicted that US elections could be tampered with.

So in this draft—- it’s really hard to choose, I love each of them for different reasons. Some stand a little bit over the others. This is a bit of a cop out, I know but I do love them all!

So, uh, DRAW!

[onceabluemoonwrites]

To The Heavens and Beyond (Eldritch Mantle’s Donned)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn

Summary: ‘’So… was that your true form?’’

Kyoko shrugs. ‘’Onii-san was the sun, but he kept drifting away. I could hardly remain a sky if I wanted to help him, isn’t it?’’

Hana looks at her strangely. ‘’You became an eldritch horror so your brother would stop losing quite that many memories?’’

‘’Wouldn’t you?’’

Disclaimer: I don’t own Katekyo Hitman Reborn

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Ryohei slides the ring onto his finger, and the world suddenly looks different. It nags at him, in the back of his head, while training with Colonello. It’s like the furniture has been put two centimetres to the left and he keeps bumping into it- like wrestling with a soap bar in a bath.

There’s something off. But what?

The thought slips his mind like everything else. He gets used to this. Yesterday is forgotten- there is only today, maybe this week if he’s lucky.

Or not lucky.

He can never quite remember that.

For as long as Kyoko can remember, Onii-san has been there. A yellow presence in the back of her mind, beaming with the power of a thousand suns.

Sun. That’s what the adults call him when he runs around, with her on his shoulders.

Kyoko likes it. It fits him.

Onii-san forgets, but she remembers for the both of them. Always.

Onii-san forgets a lot. He was born that way, her parents told her.

It’s not that bad. She’s good for him. The only one he always remembers, the only one who can help him remember. Onii-san is a ball of fire, high, high in the sky. Kyoko will just have to become space to keep him from drifting away.

He’s her brother. She’ll do anything for him.

As the sun goes down, they go to sleep. Tomorrow, she’ll tell him who he is again.

Kyoko’s parents are shining orange and murky purple, the wisps that escape their souls so pretty to look at. She likes the way it looks like fire, the way it dances in their hands.

The sight of it being extinguished, cancer finally having ruined her otou-san’s body completely, is devastating. She clutches her brother's hands and cries.

Kaa-san is wailing, screaming, flames running over the corpse as if to reanimate it with her own life force. It doesn’t work, it doesn’t work, it doesn’t work.

When their mother begins to pull on her own hair, Onii-san lifts Kyoko up. She buries her head against his chest as he walks out of the room, tears wetting his shirt.

When he wakes up the next morning, he knows there is a hole, but he does not recognize the man on the picture at the funeral, and Kyoko has no idea if that’s a blessing or a curse.

It hurts. It hurts so much.

Kaa-san follows after otou-san, and Kyoko is mad.

Kyoko is mad, but she understands, because Kaa-sans flames kept reaching out into the void, kept falling back expecting someone to be there to catch her, only to fall to the ground. It was no surprise- Kaa-sans flames had warned Kyoko days and days before it happened, but she’s six and didn’t know what to do.

Onii-san didn’t either, but that’s a whole different story altogether.

It drives the lesson home. Broken bonds mean death. She clutches her brother’s arm tighter to her side.

The Kurokawa household is a cold place, but they allowed Kyoko to stay with Onii-san, so she is eternally grateful.

Hana, their daughter, isn’t fun to play with at all. She thinks Onii-san is weird and keeps saying it, every day, and Kyoko bottles and bottles and bottles it up, because this is her only chance to stay with her brother, and she’s not going to mess it up.

The two new kids in Hana’s house are weird and Hana doesn’t hesitate to tell them so.

The boy laughs it off, yelling something about her being honest, but the little redhead glares at her from underneath her fringe. For a second, Hana thinks the girl will kick her, but all she does is clench her fist. ‘’I’m going to the dojo with onii-san.’’

And she’s off, dragging her brother with her in her wake.

Hana huffs. Boys are stupid, and if the new girl won’t play with her, then she’ll just go amuse herself. Who needs those monkeys anyway?

Hana is bored, Kyoko amusing, so she says it again. ‘’Your brother is weird.’’

Something dangerous glints in those golden eyes, and oh, Hana is loving this.

So she says it again. And again. And again.

Until Kyoko explodes.

Literally so, flames pushing outward like a flood, a hurricane of flames in motion. It sings, it screams, it’s like a thousand voices have spoken up, and for a second, Hana is hundred percent sure that this is what an Eldritch Abomination must be. Stars whirling out before her, space unfolding to eternity. Golden eyes burning in the darkness.

God, she must’ve been blinded by the brightness of the flames.

Hana is small, in the face of this, but being small has never stopped her from standing tall, and Kyoko having a little God-like power tantrum isn’t going to change that.

But god, she wants. There is something inside those flames, and Hana is too young to be afraid of losing herself yet. She has no idea if what she’s seeing is real, this gigantic face, this expanse of space in the middle of the living room where Kyoko stood just a moment before, but it is there and it is irresistible.

The mouth of flames opens, a black hole behind it, and Hana jumps in, sucked all the way into the heart.

Hana is inside of Kyoko now, the same way Ryohei is a star enfolded in her space. But unlike Onii-san, Hana floats, an interstellar cloud, made of gas, plasma and dust. She’s everywhere and nowhere, disassembles as easily as she forms into a person again.

Kyoko feels her inside her heart, even as she stands beside her.

‘’So… was that your true form?’’

Kyoko shrugs. ‘’Onii-san was the sun, but he kept drifting away. I could hardly remain a sky if I wanted to help him, isn’t it?’’

Hana looks at her strangely. ‘’You became an eldritch horror so your brother would stop losing quite that many memories?’’

‘’Wouldn’t you?’’

Hana basks in the warmth of Ryohei’s heart inside of Kyoko as she floats past. ‘’…I suppose I can’t say no to that.’’

Kyoko smiles. That’s enough for her.

Hana’s parents are still cold and almost never there, but the Kurokawa household has ceased to feel like the artic because she’s got a sun and a cloud to fill her space now.

Haru is very down to earth. This does not, mind you, mean she isn’t crazy. No, in fact, the craziness is part of being so down to earth.

Haru is a black hole, constantly consuming everything around her, her magnetic fields so large that she cannot help but generate charges of lightning. She’s mad genius with an aesthetic a la Frankenstein, and her ideas only get better as she ages.

It all starts with a cake- eyes meeting over it, and Kyoko’s heart screams, consume, consume, consume, devour what is yours.

Haru appreciation day indeed.

(Kyoko does not consume Haru the way she enveloped Ryohei, nor the way she tempted Hana- no, Haru strolls over, takes a look at the back of her tongue and goes: ‘’Hello, yes. I’d like this stomach. It is mine now.’’ And forces her to swallow.

Kyoko is happier for it).

Before everything goes to shit, Kyoko meets him. His name is Moretti, and he can stop his heart. She feels it stop, is concerned for a moment and reaches for his soul. He’s still alive. He is a small rain, barely even a shower- wait.

This feels strange.

Moretti is not a rain. Oh sure, he feels like he is, at first, but Kyoko is space, and she knows no air. Neither does this man- very little of him contains oxygen. He is a compressed ball of water- freezing at a moment’s notice.

She blinks at him prettily and smirks when he tumbles into her- falling into space like he’s been meant to do so forever.

This rain- this body of water- will serve her well.

Water, when in space, boils, before rapidly freezing. Moretti enjoys his new power- the boiling is akin to a heart attack, the freezing the stopping of his heart. ‘’It helps my job, you know.’’

‘’Which is… Pretending you’re dead?’’

‘’No, assassination. Nobody expects the dead to get up to murder you, after all.’’

Kyoko hums. ‘’Specific cases only, I take?’’

He shrugs. ‘’I’m part of the Vongola. I can afford to take only special cases as long as I do my normal duties too.’’

‘’Vongola?’’

‘’…I fucked up, didn’t I?’’

Kyoko beams up at him, hands behind her back. ‘’Me, out to get you? Why, I would never!’’

‘’Me, no. Becoming a victim of Omertá, however? Why do I feel like that’s on your agenda?’’

Hana leans over Kyoko’s shoulder, eyes cold as steel. ‘’Because sooner or later they’ll come for us, and then we’d better be ready. Give us a fighting chance, Moretti, or get the fuck out of here.’’

It surprises absolutely no one, but Moretti stays.

Onii-san gets better and better at remembering, until one day, he forgets everything.

Kyoko can feel it in her soul as he is ripped out of her, a gaping hole in space, a black hole nothing next to it. She rages and screams and screeches, as stars die in her world, as the sun is gone, as the warmth is gone from the universe as a whole.

When he gets home, there’s a ring around his finger.

There is only one other Sky in town, and when Onii-san asks her where’s she going- if he can extremely come along- she smiles, pats his arm and says: ‘’Please do.’’

Her elements fall into step behind her, as space bleeds out of her through the hole the intruder left when he took her brother from her.

‘’Kyoko, who are they?’’

She clenches her fists and says: ‘’Our family, onii-san.’’ You best remember that, almost slips from her mouth, but it is not he who has gained her ire. Her brother is not at fault- only the person she’s going to destroy for this is.

She arrives in front of the Sawada household, and Lambo runs into her. ‘’Lambo-chan, I-pin, please go play at the playground with Fuuta, okay? I’ll give you grape candy later.’’

It is a dirty trick, but children must be kept safe- she’ll murder the man behind this, but the children will remain alive.

She walks around the house and enters via the backdoor.

‘’Sawada Tsunayoshi,’’ it thunders from a mouth that is not visible in any physical way, ‘’Come out, for thy have defied the Laws of Nature. I shall avenge mine brother, feast upon thy flesh- come out, Sky-worn Sun-thief.’’

Sawada Tsunayoshi squeaks like he is still the little boy she took under her wings when they were less than five years old.  

Kyoko narrows her eyes. He has no room to talk, for he has stolen what is hers. She began the goddamn space just to stabilize her brother, and Tsuna has butchered him out of her and left her brother in pieces.

She will not stand for this.

But- But- The look he gives her is not from one who is guilty. Not even from one who realizes what he has done. To be sure- he does not even look like he knew anything about it.

Her fifteen hands spread- claws tickling his face. ‘’Who- who, if not you?’’

‘’Kyoko- what. I-‘’ Tsuna swallows thickly, all wide eyes and trembling bottom lip.

‘’The ring! Who dared to lay a ring bound to your soul fire onto my brother!’’

Tsuna blinks. ‘’...Wait, Reborn gave one of those to Onii-san?’’

He is dumbfounded enough that he forgets to be afraid.

Kyoko battles the Sun Arcobaleno and wins.

Reborn does not know whether to be grateful that she does not force him into her sky or fearful for the future.

All Sawada Tsunayoshi can think as he stares at them, at the space expanding around Kyoko, is: The apocalypse on legs and I still adore her.

But the sky is but a little thing in space, and he knows, inside his heart, that if he ever had a chance, it is long gone. She is beyond him. Not out of his league- simply out of his atmosphere, never to be reached, never to intermesh.

He cannot breathe without oxygen, and space possesses little of it.

(She’d asphyxiate him before he’d get to hold her hand)

Kyoko lets Tsuna release the hold he has over Ryohei. Because if she did it, she’d break the bond. And broken bonds, my friends, lead only to death. Tsuna would be little more than a burned out husk, as dead inside as he’d be outside.

Ryohei is back inside of her, eyes clearing as his memory returns as if the period away from her was nothing but a strange dream, obscured by clouds.

He is hers, and the whole world will know it.

So is the delicious little Mist, no matter what Tsuna may think. Haru has taken a liking to Chrome- Kyoko saw her licking her lips, it was not particularly subtle- and watching the ring battles is great fun. Next to her, Tsuna’s sun, a shy boy called Shoichi, shudders as the boy possessing Chrome’s body laughs.

Kyoko wrinkles her nose. So like Tsuna to take in the ex-criminals without realizing it. If it were her, she’d have broken the poor boy out of prison already.

Actually, she might just do that for Tsuna if he stays this nice. After all, he did deliver her a Storm to her doorstep and Chrome is definitely a nice addition.

(Bianchi rages inside of her. A true storm, courted by combat, in love with the Space that defeated the Sun she so adored. Relentlessly she followed Kyoko- and how could Kyoko not take in a woman with such lovely habits? Bianchi’s heart is so bright, her soul so clean and clear, and yet her hands are painted red and her nails filed to spears.

Bianchi is hardly a mass of clouds and lightning, rains falling from her until one cannot help but call her a storm- no, Bianchi is a solar flare, all poisoning radiation, all explosive destruction for everything that crosses her path.

She belongs in space, and demands the place in Kyoko that is hers)

Chrome is icy, a cold presence slowly warming her hands to the warmth that is Ryohei. She is small, her water particles a fine mist, spreading slowly throughout Kyoko’s veins.

And like that, instead of the Sky battle going down, Xanxus di Vongola stops to stare at the girl on the sidelines, flanked by three people on either side.

‘’You- how…’’ His eyes glitter, ‘’How are you so fucking large?’’

Kyoko laughs, light and airy. ‘’I am Space!’’

He looks like he just heard gospel. ‘’Marry me.’’

Her eyes glide across his face, then behind him. He… Might just have what it takes. The drive, as well the elements that have souls so hard they can survive without air. Her eyes twinkle.

‘’Catch up, Sky-dear, and I might just consider.’’

In the background, Sawada Tsunayoshi shivers, unable to decide where he is glad or horrified. On one hand, he won’t have to fight Xanxus anymore- Kyoko would find a way to stop this thing. On the other hand-

She means it.

Sawada Tsunayoshi, age fourteen, sees the end of the world in the gleaming eyes of a girl.

(She’ll devour the earth as he knows it)

Author’s Note

Light by @fullmetalruby totally inspired me to go eldritch abomination in my work, and of course, I had to combine it with KHR :D 

Also, Ryohei with memory problems was inspired by Ara-chan’s own fic Sonder. 

As to what would have happened if Kyouko had not turned Eldritch, that’s what Rose Petals Between the Sheets (One Bed Only, Indeed) is about. 

I hope you enjoyed it, Ara-chan! <3 Love you!

[nyxelestia]

Hello Nyxie, I just wanted to drop by and tell you that you are an awesome person and don't deserve hate that you get. Also wanted to ask you about how do you think TW will end? Many TW meta people have predicted the end but they are mostly anti-Scott and make bizarre predictions, I just wanted you ask you, as you mostly keep Scott's character true to his and make meta's unlike other people who will not be named. (Also sorry for my english, I'm not a native english speaker) Thank You. 😊😊😊

Hey, anon - thank you so much! ♥ And I'm so sorry for taking so long to get back to you sooner. I've been a bit bogged down, lately.

Anyway, I'm going to say right now speculation ahead of time is really not my thing, so I don't have that much insight to offer. What I do have...

Firstly, I've seen a lot of meta - from Tumblr and from elsewhere - jumping to some pretty insane conclusions in their speculation. So I'm going to say that for the most part, I'm relying only on the previews, and on Davis' actual comments and interviews about the show...which really isn't much to work with.

Davis describes the 6B finale as basically an Eldritch abomination. But the sneak previews so far have been about Hunters showing up and coming after the pack.

Normally, I might suggest that this will end in an Aesop about humans being the real monsters or the real ultimate monsters...except that's been one of the central themes of the show since the very beginning, when Kate was the one who murdered innocent people in cold blood for no reason (whereas most of Peter's victims were not innocent and every kill furthered his agenda in one capacity or another). The real villains in Season 2 were both also humans (Matt and Gerard), the Darach used to be human, and many (if not most) of the assassins from Season 4 were humans, too.

Now, that said, Teen Wolf's narrative formula at the seasonal story level is always a 2-villain one. Every season starts with one threat while hinting at another one - only for the hinted threat to turn out to be bigger than the immediate threat. So if the "H.P. Lovecraft inspired monster" is a separate villain/antagonist from the Hunters, then most likely, the Hunters will seem to be the immediate threat, only for it to turn out to be someone or something else.

This is further supported by the combination of Davis' comments about the emotional narrative of the series finale, and the preview for Ep. 611 in particular (in conjuction with the overall 6A preview). Davis remarked that the OG pack are about to leave college, when something happens to "pull" them back (or hold them back). He describes the conflict as being a question about whether or not Scott can really leave the town for a bit, while also claiming that the story is about "the outsider" (though this was said in relation to Theo).

Now, the extended preview of 6B seems to be Scott having some flashbacks about the Argents while out in the woods with Malia and Lydia, and the three of them trying to figure out who'd shot a specific bullet. The 611 episode preview seems to show a moment just after/extending from that scene. So it looks like the season is going to start with someone or something getting shot, and the bullet/the shot somehow making the teens suspicious of Hunters, possibly even/especially Chris Argent. This will, based on all the previous seasons, take up the teens' attention for some time until a bigger threat (the "disgusting" monster that Davis seems to be looking forward to) surfaces.

Davis also mentioned that we're going to be seeing some familiar faces...but, he also kept saying Season 5 would have stuff that it never did and never seemed to indicate was ever planned for or in the works, so I'm hesitant to trust his worn on anything.

I have pretty low expectations of the final season, to be honest. Davis has no real grasp of contrast - i.e. he comments that he hates the "cliches" of high school moments or scenes because "they have no tension". What he fails to realize is that they're not supposed to - they are supposed to create moments of calm and peace that can then be threatened or broken by the actual, plotted tension. He's really great at writing emotional darkness...and nearly useless at telling any other kind of story outside of that. Based on the interviews, he's almost proud of how emotional-but-otherwise-nonsensical 6A was. He often throws things in just for the hell of it even when it adds nothing to the plot and when it's nonsensical enough to even detract from it.

Meanwhile, he apparently can't think of stories for characters of color that don't interest him, but he has no problem beating dead horses into the ground, such as "Malia's relationship with Peter" - one which she clearly does not want and has no interest in, having chosen her last name to be Tate and calling Mr. Tate her dad and calling her adoptive mother and sister her family. (Even all the way back in Season 2, Davis strove for cheap adoption drama, and for some reason he can't let it go. Combined with the prevalence of shitty or abusive fathers in his writing...Davis' daddy issues are showing and that man really needs family therapy, stat. Or he's fine, but only really knows one or two formulae to generate family drama and has no idea how to work outside of those.)

I digress.

The emotional question seems to be about whether or not Scott, the town's (in Stiles' own words) sworn protector, can really leave it behind. Is this in the pragmatic sense of, Can Scott afford to leave the town's safety in the hands of the parents and the Next Gen pack? Or, is it the more abstract sense of whether Scott can leave supernatural trauma behind to pursue his dreams? Or both?

Davis says he's not a big fan of high school cliches, so he may very well end the story with "Scott has to abandon his dreams to stay in town to protect it" to be edgy. I hope not, but I wouldn't be all that surprised either way.

Conversely, though - the Argent family nutjobs have been at the root of almost all the villains and problems of Teen Wolf thus far. In Seasons 1, 2, and 4, the main villains were Hunters, the villains of 3A only existed because of a psychotic Argent Hunter (everything going back to Gerard turning on Deucalion in the past), and in Season 5, Marcel was trying to bring back his best friend, an Argent ancestor. The villains of 3B and 6A have so far been the only ones to not be resulting from or connected to the Argent family nutjobs in some manner. (Those were also the seasons where the Good Argents shone the most - Allison stepping up to the plate as a leader until she died in the 'line of duty' in 3B, and Chris dedicating so much time and energy to protecting the pack and even bonding with the mother of an alpha werewolf in 6A).

So it could very well be that some distant remnants of the Argent family, or other Hunters besides, are more directly connected to the Eldritch abomination - or may even be trying and failing to use it. Or, much like even the most monstrous forms started out looking human (i.e. La Bete stemming from Mason and Sebastian), it could be that the monster is looking lik Hunters, or somehow 'hiding' behind/being masked by Hunters.

I'd say "we'll see", but 6B is supposed to be getting promoted or even aired by now, and the fact that it's not is worrisome...

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codextober day 24: hide!

yeah Eagle Vision's useful for finding targets etc but you know what it's even BETTER for? thrashing your friends at hide & seek

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Maria doesn't quiiite understand Altaïr's eagle vision yet...

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The Lone Eagle

summary: Young Altaïr says he can fight a fellow novice blindfolded. The other Assassins don't believe him.

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Not all of being an Assassin could be taught in practical tutorial. Some things, such as the uses and types of poisons, had to be taught in the library, by a master Assassin to a class of novice trainees. 

And Altaïr knew these lessons were important. He paid apt attention every lesson, making sure to remember everything he was told. However, not every student did. 

“Ugh, all this theory is so difficult,” started one boy -- Haroun -- as the thirteen and fourteen year old novices left the the class, spilling out into Masyaf’s hallways. “I can never do it -- I guess it’s a good thing I can fight so well, to make up for it!” 

Altaïr huffed in amusement. 

It did not go unnoticed. “Something funny, Altaïr?” 

Haroun was Altaïr’s height, if a little taller, and wearing the same grey-and-white trainee tunic as him. They had various classes together, but they had barely beyond a few short conversations interacted before now.

Altaïr stopped. After a moment, he turned to face Haroun; “Yes.”

“What?”

“The idea that you are any good at fighting.” 

A few of the other trainees laughed and snickered for a moment, before quietening down. Some others had sensed what might be happening, and decided to stick around for what came next. 

Haroun folded his arms. “Do you think you’re so much better than me at fighting?” 

“I do. In fact, I could beat you blindfolded.”

“What?” Haroun snickered, glancing around at the other trainees, as if to ask ‘are you all hearing this too?’. “No, you could not. Come on, Altaïr, you do not need to make up stories like this. We all know you’re a good Assassin like the rest of us.”

Like the rest of us. No. That wasn’t good enough. That would never be good enough. He had to be more. 

“I can,” Altaïr reiterated. 

“Prove it.” 

Altaïr kept the cool and calm expression on his face. “Fine. The training ground will not be in use at this time,” he said, gesturing in the vague direction of where all the Assassins, novices and masters alike, learnt their sword skills. 

Haroun’s brow furrowed, and he guffawed quietly – that wasn’t the answer he was expecting. He was looking around at the other boys, that same silent question in his eyes. 

Altaïr tilted his head to the side. “Unless you're too much of a coward to fight me.”

“No, of course not!” Haroun’s expression twisted into brief fury, before he lifted his chin in indignation, and his face fell back to its trained calm. “Let’s go.” 

Haroun quickly led the way, Altaïr following like a hawk’s shadow. The other boys -- slowly growing in number as other novices noticed the crowd, now at about twelve or thirteen -- trailed behind them both eagerly. They might have all been Assassins in training, the blades of the next generation -- but they were all still little boys who wanted to see a good fight. Or, failing that, to see Altaïr and his confidence knocked down a peg after he failed this impossible feat. 

Altaïr would show them the former, for he was not about to be defeated. His confidence was entirely founded -- even if they couldn’t believe that. 

They soon reached the training ring. Someone had just been using it to teach, and so a sword rack stood fully-stocked against the fence. That, a least, saved them a trip to the armoury and trying to make up an explanation to the weapons master, for young novices could not carry their own swords and were not allowed to spar without a master present. 

Haroun drew closer to it. “Perhaps using wooden swords would be a good idea? Given you will not be able to see.” There was concern in his voice -- but was it concern for Altaïr's safety, or his own? Had Altaïr's unfettered confidence reached into the boy’s heart and blackened it with a dark fear?

Altaïr hoped so. 

“Metal is fine,” he said calmly.

Haroun nodded, and leant to down the the rack. Altaïr took the second Haroun was grabbing their swords to scan the crowd of eager boys. He knew all of them; most were his own age, some a little older or younger. The youngest -- and most eager -- was probably Kadar Al-Sayf, out in front. Standing just behind his excited brother, Malik caught Altaïr’s eye. But his expression was unreadable; Altaïr could not tell if his features held contempt, interest, or worry. 

Haroun finally handed Altaïr the training sword -- blunt, but still able to harm in the right hands -- by the hilt. Altaïr took it, weighting it out in his hands as the two of them entered the fenced-off training ring. 

“Your blindfold?” Haroun then asked skeptically.

Before Altaïr could use part of his sash, a trainee in the crowd handed him a long strip of ripped fabric. Altaïr took it, examining it for a second -- perfectly fine, and not too rough. The others actually wanted to see if he could do this. And they didn’t want him to cheat. 

Altaïr nodded at the trainee in almost-thanks, and wrapped the fabric tight around his head. It was opaque and tight enough to blind any other -- but Altaïr was not any other. He took a slow breath and focused the world into a sea of deep blue-grey. The outlines and the training ring of the castle appeared lightly, partially blocked by short and ally-coloured, light blue figures around the ring. 

Lifting his chin, he settled his eyes on the battle-stanced figure before him -- Haroun.   

“Ready?” Haroun asked, obviously unsure. 

“Ready.”

Altaïr spun his sword in his hand. It was a small flourish, and seemingly useless -- but against an easily-taunted enemy, who expected him to be incapable, it was invaluable.  

Haroun lunged forward to attack. Altaïr swiftly dodged, allowing Haroun to stumble forward. He gave the boy a moment of shock before he countered, Haroun barely blocking it. And with that, an impossible rhythm began.

There were few times Altaïr felt peace. It seemed hypocritical that one of those times would be in a fight, but the adrenaline, the focus-- it drained everything away to the moment. Everything was simple. It was all watching as the figure before him changed stance, changed mood or intent, and responding as he did. He dodged, feigned, attacked -- until he saw an opening. Haroun’s stance was uneven, unready. Easy to floor. Altaïr dropped and swept his opponent’s legs with his own. 

Haroun smacked to the sandy floor in an undignified oof. 

Altaïr rose up swiftly and stepped forward to point his sword at Haroun's neck. “Told you.” 

He tilted his head at the boy, eagle eyes taking in the emotion dripping off the boy; fear. Pure fear -- all for Altaïr, the blindfolded thirteen-year-old standing over him. 

Good.

Altaïr stepped back and spun his sword in hand again. After a moment, he lifted the blindfold off and threw it to the ground. Though his eyes remained on Haroun in front of him, he knew exactly how the other boys were looking at the two of them. The silence around them was entirely stunned. 

“What are you?” Haroun spat after a beat, still sprawled on the ground. 

“I am your better,” Altaïr replied, voice as controlled as his swordsmanship. “Remember that in future.”

Whatever Haroun might have said next was immediately interrupted when a boy yelled “A master is coming!”

The shocked silence broke, the boys snapping out of their awe. The crowd split fast, the trainees rushing in every direction. Altaïr was one of them, certainly not bold or stupid enough to face a master after his illegal fight.

He hopped the fence smoothly, leaving Haroun slowly getting up. 

“Jinn,” the boy hissed as Altaïr left. Demon. 

-:-

The view from the rooves of Masyaf castle was always calming. Up here, among the circling birds and in the friendly blue sky, everything seemed simpler. 

Once fairly certain he was out of sight of whichever Assassin had come to check out the crowd -- or out of reach, for even if an elder Assassin had seen him, Altaïr was a faster climber than at least half of the masters -- Altaïr had slowed his pace and traversed the walls and rooves of Masyaf castle towards his favourite perch -- where he sat now. 

Jinn, Haroun had said. 

Altaïr had been called a demon or a spirit more times than he could count over his life. At first he had hated it; he was just a boy, not some supernatural being. But now he relished in it, in the idea of being something else, something other. Something better. 

Someone scuffed their footsteps below, and Altaïr tore his gaze from the sky to the ground. He huffed out his nose. “What do you want, Malik?”

Malik Al-Sayf stood down there in his white-and-grey novice uniform, hands on hips and staring directly up at Altaïr. “For you to come down from there so I can speak to you like a normal person,” he called flatly.

Altaïr kept his eyes on his fellow Assassin for a few seconds, before turning to look straight ahead. 

Malik sighed beneath. “Insufferable,” he muttered.

Altaïr didn’t take his eyes off the open sky, returned to its unbothered near-peace -- until a grunting came from below. Altaïr snapped his gaze down -- only to see Malik trying to climb the wall. 

What is he doing?! he thought as he watched Malik gingerly seek handholds and juts in the stone for his feet. He was much slower than Altaïr, and moved with far less swift grace than him -- but he was certainly climbing, and steadily so. 

Eventually Malik heaved himself over the ledge, and brought himself to stand up so he could dust his white robes off. 

Altaïr stared at him blankly. Why is he up here and what is he doing?

After a beat, Malik lowered himself back down to sit on the ledge, some inches from Altaïr.

Altaïr continued to stare. 

“That was quite the stunt you pulled with Haroun earlier,” Malik said. If Altaïr didn’t know better, he would’ve thought Malik looked impressed. “I’m not sure anyone expected you to win.” 

“Were you hoping I would fail?”

“I know you’re not to be underestimated,” Malik replied slyly. It wasn’t a yes or a no, but Altaïr didn’t quite care. “But,” he continued, “that’s not necessarily a good thing. Trying to pick fights with everyone and showing off isn’t exactly good way of making -- or keeping -- friends.”

“I know.” 

Malik raised an eyebrow. That wasn’t the answer he had been expecting. “...so why are you doing this?” 

Altaïr faced down. He knew why he did it. He knew why he pushed himself so hard in training, why he put it above trying to connect with other Assassins. It wasn't simply a desire to be better than his fellow novices, but to be better than himself. He didn't want to be Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, the stupid tragic orphan whose father everyone had seen or heard be executed right in front of Masyaf. Everyone said Umar Ibn-La-Ahad was a hero, that he had given his life to save the entire Brotherhood and Masyaf. 

Yet Altaïr didn't want to be Umar’s son. He wanted his name to mean something else -- anything else. And he would much rather that the other boys said he was trying too hard or even that they feared him, all if it meant he wouldn't be the orphan.

But Altaïr would rather have jumped right off the ledge than told Malik any of that. So instead, he said nothing.

Silence did not follow Altaïr’s quiet. Somewhere in the distant blue sky, an eagle cawed. Down below, the village of Masyaf bustled with traders, its citizens, and Assassins returning from their missions far afield. The world was never truly silent -- Altaïr’s heightened senses made sure of that -- and so places like this, far above the world, were the closest thing he could find to peace and quiet. 

Malik soon grew bored of the world’s sounds and looked at Altaïr, arching his neck to try to see his fellow novice’s face. “Do you even know why you do it?” he asked. 

Altaïr turned his head away fully. 

Malik sighed. Altaïr did not need his Second Sight to sense the disappointment rolling off Malik in waves. 

“We're a Brotherhood, Altaïr,” Malik started, gesturing one of his hands in front of him, but leaving the other to carefully hold his perch. “We are meant to fight as one whole -- not as one alone. Haroun may have lost, but he at least knows this. He didn’t tell the masters that you were the other fighting in the ring.”

Altaïr glanced at Malik through the corner of his hood. I doubt he did that for the Brotherhood, he thought wryly. He just doesn’t want Al-Mualim to know he lost to a someone fighting blind. 

“But this path you are leading… it will not end well. For you or anyone in the Brotherhood, I think. It is not too late to change. You can fix this-- talk to the others more, stop trying to be alone. Make some allies.” 

“I don’t need your pity.”

Malik sighed. “I am not trying to give it. I am trying to stop any of this becoming a threat.”

Malik had chosen his words carefully, all too well-spoken for a thirteen-year-old. He hadn’t said what exactly would be a threat, nor to whom. He had not said whether he thought another would be a threat to Altaïr or… if Altaïr was to be a threat to the Brotherhood. 

After a beat, Altaïr mumbled. “Ok. You can go now.”

“I could have gone at any time.” Malik turned to face forward. “But I climbed all the way up here, so I am going to enjoy the view first.”

Altaïr glanced forward too. 

The two of them were not friends. But Malik was the other trainee who didn’t fear him -- and that was something. It had to be something.

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It took Evie having her own child to realise just how annoying her ability to turn invisible was

(evie 100% had her level 10 invisibility skill as a child, fight me)