#galahad x god

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king arthur in llandaf cathedral (cardiff) and statue of saint gildas near the village of saint-gildas-de-rhuys (france), galahad by joseph noel paton and hand of god in a fresque in sant climent of taüll (catalonia)

[ID 1: a stained glass window focused on a man wearing gold scale armour with a blue sash. Next to it is the statue of a bearded bald man wearing robes. /end ID 1 ID 2: an oil painting of a young blond man on a horse. And angel is flying beside him giving off light. Next to it is a picture of a single hand emerging from a pale space surrounded by coloured rings. /end ID 2]

[blvvdk3ep]

Thinking abt the father/son relationship again so I had to draw these two.

Obsessed w/ what king of relationship a young(ish) Mordred/Medraut and Galahad would've had with Mordred being the living embodiment of the flaws of a man who has, his entire life, had to live up to his own legend and is so deluded by it that he cannot be less than the perfect, holy Christian king and will go through horrible lengths to ensure this image remains (May Day massacre)

and Galahad with his father who is the archetypical chivalrous knight--up until he isn't--and is torn between also living up to his legend or following his heart (dick) and he chooses incorrectly and now Galahad has to pick up the torch his father dropped

For both Galahad&Mordred their paths are chosen before they even have a conception of choice because they are standing in the shadows of their fathers and have to contend with their paternal figures' desire to be perfect and this contention forges them and takes them in two very different directions but fatally leads to both of their ends

And I like to think that they, even if rarely, would have felt some kind of kinship and understanding being in such similar positions. Maybe they would've briefly been good friends

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lay all your love on me.

eggsy unwin x fem!reader

  eggsy's life was a bit... hectic. you knew this very well, and if you even stopped to think about it, it was comical.

between the two of you there was no fight over which of you worked more. because you were a normal citizen and really didn't have an ounce of envy of your boyfriend's work. eggsy—or better said, agent galahad, had a job that, to begin with, you wouldn't even know what it was if it weren't for the man's desperate circumstances of having you in his life forever.

  harry even begged him to continue with the charade of being a carefree young man for a longer time. but, he couldn't. after seeing you for the first time, he was sure he wanted to trust you with all his secrets. so, after what was like two dates, eggsy had to tell you the whole truth after acidentally wearing the elegant shoes with sharp poison spikes to the thrid date who happend on a very charming restaurant.

  it had been a somewhat risky decision, and obviously, he had done it without the consent of any other kingsman agent. but as he himself said: everything had worked out in the end! almost everything, actually.

  there were days when eggsy would leave early and return two days later. there were days when some bruises were visible here and there. and every day, when you were alone in the bed to start your own day, you prayed to god or any other entity that was willing to listen to your despair, that eggsy would come home. and that day was no different.

after arriving home and being greeted by darkness, you turned on the lights and felt something comfortable in your body. eggsy had called quickly to say he would be home for dinner. and there you were in the kitchen trying to do the least for the person you loved most in life. the love eggsy felt was the same as yours, multiplied by two. he couldn't imagine himself in a world where the woman who was the source of his courage to stay alive didn't exist. from the moment he had seen your figure in that huge ballroom in one of his missions, he knew it that his life it would depended on you.

and that feeling grew when he brutally opened the wooden door of the house you shared. the first to receive it was JB, who soon stopped before moving a little closer. the dog stood still like a statue, with only his little tail swaying from one side to the other. eggsy was totally dirty.  clothes that were once high quality and beautiful, torn and covered in mud.

eggsy sighed as he stared at JB, slowly walking towards you. it was inevitable, there was no way not to notice his presence. a huge stain of dirt, standing in front of you. eggsy laughed as your eyes widened. and he kept laughing when you hugged him. after a few seconds, the realization hit. he was filthy but still, you hugged him tightly.

"my god, you scared me." eggsy heard you whispering. the man closed his eyes and inhaled the smell of food, the smell of your perfume. JB was whimpering as he scratched eggsy's leg.  for the first time, eggsy realized he had a family he would die for.

"what happened to you? you're filthy." you said with a giggle, pulling away from your boyfriend and looking at your own clothes which were also dirty after the hug.

"i love you." eggsy said holding your wrists, and then hugging you again.

"oh... i love you too." the sudden statement left you a little confused but happy. when eggsy released you again, you immediately turned off the stove so as not to burn the fish, following eggsy around the house with JB on your arms while he told you about his adventures.

hallway, living room, hallway again, bedroom.  eggsy pretended not to notice your big, bright eyes as he told everything and made jokes about almost dying.

"anyways, i missed you." he said with a sincere smile and then faced JB, petting the dog's small head. "and I missed you too, little thing."

when you and eggsy had met, he was still like a dog that had been thrown into the street. afraid to trust anyone, with armor in his heart. he was totally different now.

"you should take a shower, seriously." you said laughing. eggsy was still dirty as hell. the scene was even funnier after he said that he had fallen with his car and everything into the water and crawled in the dirt.

"well... you're dirty too now..." he said with a small smile, raising his eyebrows. you gently dropped JB to the floor, grabbing your boyfriend's arm as he walked into the bedroom's bathroom.

"oh? tell me more about it, mister galahad." you said, closing the bathroom door, leaving JB in the bedroom.

ps: the story takes place in the second film, when eggsy fights with charlie but eggsy doesn't have manhole dirt for the sake of this story.

— you can make a request whatever you want!

[royalsunshinehotel]

I have a request plsss. Saw the green knight and during the whole flash(?) after he ran away from the knight and got a glimpse of the future... Imagine being Gawain's lover but he'd return all weird, marrying the reader but one day walked into their room with Galahad, a newborn that is his but not hers.... Her having to see him being a different man for yearsss, a heartless almost unrecognisable man. Only recognising his resting face when he's asleep and quiet. ANGST ANGST ANGST

Rotten (king!Gawain x wife!reader angst)

You're a good wife, and an even better Queen. He hates you for it.

If he had been a better man, Gawain would have been able to ignore the favor you'd curried with his people. You weren't even local, an interloper from a far off land.

As he stepped over another puddle, from the slums to the castle, he felt his mother right behind him, new baby in her arms. A pest of a woman, to be honest, but at least she had been helpful during the delivery.

Passing through the intricate corridors, his mother hands behind him like a cloak. The familiar warmth that she'd once given him had long since fallen away, he can tell, she hates him, same as everyone else.

He turns and takes the child wordlessly, and doesn't knock on your door. He doesn't need to, you're his Queen after all.

His eyes gravitate towards you, still snug in bed, and for a moment, he thinks of Essel, fighting through the mud, delaying the inevitable.

"Good morning, my King." You sit up slowly, and if he'd been the man he was he would have gaped at your beauty. Maybe that was your secret for currying public favor, envy stirs in his chest. He wasn't any less beautiful than you.

You blink at your husband, who's face was like a storm.

"What is it? What's happened?" Your voice is soft, he hates the way you say those words, so warm and concerned.

And, the little bundle in his arms, makes a sound of displeasure. A small sound, gentle, not like a baby that had been stolen from home and carried through the rain.

Your stomach drop, and his dark eyes can see it.

"What is that?" Please no, please ... A dull pain appears in your head again, stronger than before, and your certain this is the time you're going to die.

He puts the bundle down at the foot of your bed, "This is my son and heir," You were going to be sick, and you shove it down, like you do everything else.

You slink forward carefully, taking the edge of the blanket, and sitting down, baby in your lap.

"You are to be his mother, as you've not given me a child yet." His words hit like a knife to the gut. You'd barely been married three months.

The child was beautiful, dark hair, and ten fingers. He was clearly Gawain's, but the beauty came from the mother too. That much you could tell.

She must be stunning, whoever she is

Oh god, he was new - too new. Had he really yanked the babe away from some poor woman? There was a woman out there in the city in mourning from a pain your husband had caused.

You'd married a monster.

He'd come back different from his quest, that much you knew, but you pushed it down. You had made a case to your father that Camelot would prosper with the financial support a wedding would solidify, and now he's done this to you.

He'd done this to all of you.

"Who's child is this?" Your voice is soft and low, tinged with panic, and he could almost laugh. What a fool you were to think you could be enough for him.

"What does it matter now? It's mine." You tear your eyes from the boy, settled, a little too calm for your liking, to burn a hole in your husband with your stare, "Ours, I mean," he corrects quickly.

So callous.

"Do you understand, my Queen?"

You gather yourself up on your haunches, and slap him right across the face. You sleep with your rings on, and leave a small scratch on his cheek. It's hard to think of a time where you would have licked it clean, tried so hard to make it better.

No more.

For a moment, you see him ruffled, dark hair mussed across his face. He loses his equilibrium and takes a moment.

"I understand how difficult this must be for you, but you will raise our son, and if you strike me again, there will be hell to pay."

You laugh in spite of yourself.

"I'll raise your son, I'll keep him safe from you, but you will never know my touch again." He winces a little at your words, grateful his collar is high enough to hide his swallowing. A good King would never compromise, especially for the likes of you.

"You can't do that." What he wouldn't understand is why you had to make this so difficult.

"My father will withdraw all financial support and your people will rise up and tear this castle apart, and you along with it."

"I'll survive." He doesn't know you well enough anymore, to know that you're bluffing.

"You'll survive - all through history, as the boy king, and the failure."

He moves slowly, intending to take his son back. You, apparently, couldn't be trusted with the privilege of rearing his child.

Morgana had raised him, and he'd turned out fine!

You're faster, taking his son back into you arms. Snatching the babe in the blanket, but somehow gentle, like a mother.

"Look at me and know your son is in safe hands." You prayed that Lady Morgana was waiting in the wings, as she so often was, and you wouldn't have to send someone to fetch her.

You would have to kill him somehow. Or be stuck in the trap of waiting to see which one of you would die first. What agony.

Gawain exhales deeply, through his sharp nose, before taking a large step away, slamming your door behind him.

The second the door meets it's frame, the baby stirs, it's grief and cries blending with your own.

In spite of himself, he waits outside your door to listen. In one foul blow he'd ended things between the two of you, all for the sake of keeping the green out.

But the green was already deep inside of him, he'd known it ever since he'd run from the chapel.

He was green now, absolutely rotten.

[specialagentlokitty]

Eggsy x reader - takes some time

Hey, saw that you take requests for Kingsmen? If that’s right, would you write one about meeting Eggsy in the field and you eventually get recruited to Kingsmen and you guys are perfect partners? - Anon💜

Holding your umbrella in front of you, you scanned the area, looking at all of the unconscious guards in front of you.

“You were supposed to wait.”

“If a gentleman cannot turn up on time that is not my issue Merlin.” You snapped back.

The man sighed, and asked you to look around again so you did.

“He’s on his way no, do not enter that building without Galahad.”

“I will not refer to him by that name until he earns that title.”

You took your glasses off, placing them in your pocket as you began to move some of the guards out of sight.

That’s when Eggsy turned up, covered in snow and dirt, and you looked at him, scoffing a little bit.

“I suppose they will let anybody become an agent now. Not only are you late, you are a state.”

“Hey! It’s not easy climbing up half a snowy mountain you know.”

“You should be more prepared whelp, hurry up and let’s get this over with, I need to be home by this evening.”

Eggsy scoffed as he trailed behind you, trying to clear some of the snow from his suit.

“Are you an agent?” He asked.

“No, I’m an agent in training, they just so happened to need my skills on this mission.”

“So… wouldn’t that make you a whelp.”

“Eggsy I wouldn’t mock them if I were you, (Y/N) here is single handedly the best candidate we’ve had, and is particularly skilled in hand ti hand combat.”

“Anybody can do that Merlin.”

You both cleared the room you needed, and you set your unbrella down.

“That’s not why I’m in this mission. We need two sets of hands to break the mainframe, Merlin can do it in the outside we need somebody on the inside, you’re to keep me from being killed.”

Sitting down, you began typing, and Eggsy sat in the table next to you, sometimes watching you, but mostly just watching the door.

“Got it, let’s go.”

“What’s the hurry? Shouldn’t we clear the place?”

You looked at Eggsy and blinked a couple of times.

“Are you insane? It’s going to blow up, let’s go!” You snapped.

Grabbing your umbrella you ran off and he had to sprint in order to keep with with you.

You jumped on your jetski and waited for him, and sped as far down the mountain before running away from the bottom.

That was the first mission you two ever had together, and he hadn’t heard word of you for months after so he assumed you hadn’t made into the agency.

Until his next mission he was paired with you once again.

At first your two didn’t get along, but given how well you worked with one another you were always stuck together when working.

And slowly you became friends, and you were both unstoppable.

“So, me and you, drinks tonight at yours.” Eggsy said walking into your office.

Looking up from your paperwork, you scoffed a little bit at him.

“Still not very gentleman like I see.”

“This is as good as you’re gonna get, a suit and some basic manners.”

“Basic manners is not inviting yourself to other people’s homes.”

“You can’t say shit! You invited yourself to my house last week because you were out of salt and nowhere was open!” He huffed.

“Well how else am I supposed eat my chips Eggsy?!”

“I’m coming to your house and if you lock the door I’m breaking the lock! Do you want me to bring food?!”

“Pizza!”

He grinned a little at you and left.

Laughing, you shook your head and finished your paperwork before gathering your things to head to floor you needed to get back home.

“We have a mission tomorrow.”

“That’s tomorrow not today so I could not care less.”

“How the hell did you even get hired?”

Sitting in the seat, you gestured for the other agent to sit before closing the door.

“Keep pushing your luck Eggsy and I’ll tell everybody what your real name is.”

“You don’t know that.”

“Course I do Gary.” You grinned.

“Oh god…”

You smirked at him, glancing at your watch before looking back up.

“I did my research.”

“Why?!”

“I was bored.”

He huffed, and you laughed a little, grabbing the keys from your pocket so you could get to your car.

“Go get pizza.”

“Wow aren’t even gonna drive me?”

“Oh for god sake fine.”

Eggsy snickered, running past you, snatching your car keys from you.

You guys were perfect partners, unstoppable, best friends, but god did you sometimes feel like you were babysitting an overgrown child

[cherrieworld3]

I got bored so here’s a Fable smp x Mlp Au type thing! :3

(READ: this will just be for the characters, the gods get their own post like this)

Rae = Unicorn/Bat pony

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Icarus = Alicorn

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Athena = Kirin

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Caspian = Earth pony

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Aax = sea serpent

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Centross = Unicorn turned Alicorn (during the corruption arc)

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Fenris = Pegasus/Timber wolf

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Arisanna = Pegasus

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Addie = Spider pony

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Easton = Unicorn

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Jamie = Ursa Minor turned reindeer (after ascending )

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Momboo = Earth pony (looks more tree than pony like )

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Ocie = Unicorn/Sea pony (mane moves like the sea, also has a fish tail instead of a normal pony tail)

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Oscar = Kirin

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Jerry = Earth pony

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Galahad = Griffin

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Seven = Robotic pony

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Will = Pegasus

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Ulysses = Hippogriff

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Ven = Unicorn

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Extra characters!

Veah = timber wolf/bat pony

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Cari = unicorn or earth pony

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Calypso = earth pony/sea pony

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Argo = earth pony/sea pony

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Terry = unicorn

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Isla = Unicorn

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Everett = earth pony

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Raymond = unicorn

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Vesparae =hippogriff

[peakyblindas]

Summer Haze (Tommy Shelby x OFC)

Tommy visits Berkley House one summers afternoon, looking for Fawn and reflects on the woman he once called his.

Tagging: @evita-shelby @zablife

Tommy Shelby always felt unwelcome at Barkley House, He felt as if he’d jumped the fence and snuck into someone else's land and that at any moment he would be shot for trespassing.

“Fi here?” 

He asked, glancing around at the foyer of the house, avoiding eye contact with the man in front of him, Matthew Dormer tried his best to be nice to Tommy, but in his eyes, Tommy could see the hatred, he respected him for at least pretending, he supposed.

“Out in the grounds, shooting I think.”

How a girl like Fawn O’Hart ended up married to a man like Dormer, Tommy would never understand, he was all bright eyed and golden haired, he was raised with all the privileges Fawn and he never had, he was from a completely other world and at one time, Fawn would have spat on his marbled floors and threatened to burn this house down.

Dormer gestured with a paint stained hand, his fingertips were purple, stained, Did he know how stained his wife's hands were with blood? 

“If you go to the stables, Mel can help you saddle up one of the horses..It's far quicker and less muddy than walking.”

Tommy repressed a eye roll, Dormer was such a saint, taking on Fawn’s daughter, Melody, the girls Father was a American, died in a fire before she was even born, but Saint Matthew had officially adopted her when he and Fawn married, he didn’t even care she was half black, it was amazing he didn’t have a halo on his head.

“Aight..” Tommy cleared his throat “Thanks.”

Melody was a good girl, got her Mother’s good nature and wit, she was smart and loved horses, was a natural with them too.

“Uncle Tommy?” She asked as they trotted out of the stables 

“Yes, love?”

“Do you think I can train racehorses one day?”

“Of course, you’re a natural with ‘em, horses are good to folk who are good to them.”

“Mummy says you know a trainer, a Ms. Carleton.” 

“Yes I know Ms. Carleton, she trained one of my horses for me.”

“Would you introduce me to her?”

Tommy laughed, eleven years old and already making connections for future employment, she was Fawn’s daughter all right.

“Of course.”  

They rode in silence for a few minutes, before Melody stopped and Tommy copied

“Mum’s over there, I’m gonna take Galahad to the orchid.” She patted the horse's black mane “It was nice seeing you, Uncle.”

“You too, take care of yourself, alright?”

She nodded and smiled, it was Fawn’s smile, Dottie had inherited it too, As Melody rode away, Tommy found himself hoping that all Dottie had inherited from him was his eyes, God knows he had nothing else to offer her.

Fawn was behind a hill facing a lake, wearing a long black dress that fluttered in the midday breeze, Tommy watched as she raised a rifle and followed a flock of birds, before shooting, one of the birds fell to the floor, dead as a stone.

The wind caught in her hair, long and jet black, she walked through the grass, he remembered when they used to hunt pigeons.

God he loved her, more than anyone else he’d ever claimed to love, she was perfect in every way, she understood him more than anyone, she’d touched his soul with her bare hands and he’d stupidly pushed her away.

She picked up the dead bird and held it by its neck, she rested the rifle on her shoulder and turned, she saw him, and waved the bird, beaming from cheek to cheek, it hurt him to know he wasn’t the real cause of that smile, not really.

“Thomas!” She greeted “Fancy staying for dinner?”

“Of course.” He replied “No place I’d rather be.”

[mediaevalmusereads]

Chivalry. By Neil Gaiman and Colleen Doran. Dark Horse, 2022.

Rating: 4.5/5 stars

Genre: graphic novel

Series: N/A

Summary: An elderly British widow buys what turns out to be the Holy Grail from a second-hand shop setting her off on an epic visit from an ancient knight who lures her with ancient relics in hope for winning the cup.

***Full review below.***

CONTENT WARNINGS: none

OVERVIEW: I didn't know about this book until I saw it had won an Eisner award. And so, having loved Snow, Glass, Apples, I rushed to pick up Chivalry. Overall, I thought it was a delightful little story with beautiful artwork. It's short and sweet, quick to get to through, but it's also heartwarming and makes you feel good, so for that, it gets 4.5 stars from me.

WRITING/ART: This graphic novel combines some prose narration, some dialogue, and graphic art to tell its story. The prose narration reads very much like a story book: "Mrs. Whitaker did X, and then she did Y." Instead of feeling tedious, it lent the story a fairy tale-like air, almost oral and very whimsical.

Colleen Doran's art helps show what the prose is telling, and it's gorgeous. Doran uses watercolors to create colorful panels that feel somewhat dreamy, and a few pages incorporate the styles associated with medieval illuminated manuscripts. As a medievalist, I greatly appreciated the latter.

PLOT: The plot of this book follows Mrs. Whitaker, a retired widow who finds the holy grail in a secondhand shop. She brings it home and puts it above her fireplace, only for Sir Galahad to show up and try to offer her precious treasures in exchange for the relic.

There was a lot that was charming about this story. I liked that Mrs. Whitaker and Galahad struck up a kind of friendship, and that she kept being unimpressed by his offerings. I also loved that she kept sending Galahad off with snacks and talked to him as old ladies do, and it was really all very sweet.

CHARACTERS: Mrs. Whitaker, the protagonist, is easy to like because most of what she does is visit with friends and go about her daily routine. The routine in itself is quaint, and because she sees friends a lot, you get the impression that she is somewhat social and kind. It's also easy to feel for her because she misses her husband but doesn't let grief make her a shut-in; she's happy to encourage others but doesn't let Galahad walk all over her, so she comes across as independent and strong-willed.

Galahad was rather a surprise, in part because I wasn't sure what to expect from him. He was courteous and kind, and I loved that he kept trying to impress Mrs. Whitaker with treasures. What really made him endearing, though, was the way he interacted with children and his willingness to help Mrs. Whitaker with household chores. It made thenstory feel cozy rather than heroic, and God knows the knights of the round table need a break.

TL;DR: Chivalry is a charming, cozy little graphic novel featuring gorgeous watercolor art and endearing characters. It's short enough to consume quickly, but filled with so much heart and whimsy that it'll stay with you for much longer.

[derailedfiction]

Run boy, run | Merlin | Kingsman

Chapter 1: Everything's going to be all right

Pairings: Merlin x Cecilia (OFC) | Merlin & Roxy & Eggsy| Roxy & Gary “Eggsy” Unwin | Percival & Roxy | Percival & Gary “Eggsy” Unwin | tbs whatever you can think about probably will be there Word count: 3019 Warnings: trauma, violence, swearing

Summary: Merlin sighed as he hung his head. The organization was going to be a mess by the time he got back to sort things out. Arthur betrayed them and paid dearly for his arrogance. Galahad had died in a suicide mission, thanks to Arthur. He didn’t want to think about the number of people who were either dead or barely alive after Valentine's incident.

A/N: I wrote it in 2015 pls have mercy on me

You have 100 voice messages.

Received 13th of March at 16.43 “Hey, I hope you will call me back soon. I know you are working and probably not available, but my mother is driving me crazy and she doesn't want to take care of Alex while I'm at work and you perfectly know I can't bring him with me. And it's time you usually are at home so I hope you will be back soon. Love you babe.”

Received 18th of March at 12.32 “Hi daddy, Mom told me that I can call you Daddy. I drew a picture of us having a picnic and you are playing with me. Mummy said that you need time in your work and I don't need to worry about you because you will come home. I don't like Mrs. Lewinsky she smells funny and doesn't want to give me any sweets... “Who are you talking with?" “Daddy...” “Can I? Hamish? Hamish...? Oh, you were recording sweetie?” “Yes Mummy.” “All right, say bye to Daddy and we can go to park.” “Bye, bye Daddy I love you.” “Max please call me back, I love you too.”

Received 20th of March at 17.34 “Babe it's my hundredth or so call and you didn't answer me! Anyway, I hope you remember that we’re having dinner with my parents. Alex is refusing to eat again and you know you’re the only one who can convince him to eat... It's been few days since I've talked to you and I'm starting to worry about you. I wish I could see your face and hear your voice. I hope to hear from you soon sweetie, I love you. Bye”

Received 21st of March at 15.00 “It's been like a week and a half since we've talked and I know at work you have hardly time to call me but you used to contact me when something was happening. I know you’re still alive because some sad man in a black suit would show up to tell me about it, but for fuck's sake! Hamish I can't sleep and Alexander misses you so much. I'm constantly worrying about you and it drives me crazy... Ok, I need to go... I love you.”

Received at 16.55 “Hamish? Could you please answer the phone? I don't know what is happening!? The town just went crazy! God damn it ... Get the fuck out of here or I'll rip your heart out of your chest! ...”

Last message received at 16.59 “... I am fucking bleeding... Uh... Alex sweetheart everything is fine but you need to go to your room and close the door with a key all right?” “Yes Mummy, what is that?” “Nothing darling it's juice. Mommy split her juice. Go to your room now, all right? Max please if this happens again... Hamish, I can't control myself what if I hurt Alex? Good Lord... I need you I'm so scared... If I don't call again... Hamish, I love you, I love you so so much...”

He sat in silence for a few moments, looking at the monitor thoughtlessly. Once again he listened to the record hoping that another message would appear but it didn’t.

“Oh for fuck's sake... “, he mumbled angrily, dialling the number. First attempt, no one answered. He tried once again. “Oh, come on! Please pick up the phone. Do it, do it!”, but the phone continued to ring. Seconds before he decided to disconnect he heard something, ”Hello? Is anyone there?”

“Daddy?” Hearing his voice was the biggest relief in his life.

“Alex, yes it's Daddy. Can you give the phone to Mom? I need to speak to her...”

“Mummy is sleeping on the floor. She doesn't want to wake up Dad.” He froze for a moment at those words, suddenly feeling numb.

“Alex, listen to me very carefully. I'm calling for an ambulance and you need to try to wake up Mummy - is that clear?” he asked, trying to sound calm.

“I called for help before your call.”

“Good work son, I'll be home soon. Just try to wake her up, please.” He heard sniffling on the other end and knew his son was close to tears. He could even see his son’s trembling chin, which always came before the flood of tears.

“I'm scared Dad...”

He's about to cry , he thought. The thought crossed his mind several times during that conversation. Why am I surprised? He's only five, for love of God.

“I know Alex; you’re a very brave boy,” his voice trembled a little at the thought of his wife lying on the ground, bleeding out, and a five-year-old child trying to help her. “Mom needs you son, you must wake her up at any cost. Spill water on her or try to pinch her. All right?”

“Are they coming again? The people? They were angry,” Alex sniffed loudly, trying to hold back his tears.

Max heard some muffled movements and moans in the background. He just hoped that his wife was still there and that she would make it.

“No, they're not coming back. Is over now. Alex?”

“Yes, Dad,” the little boy replied.

“I would give up everything to be there with you. Give you a big hug for being so brave, baby son. Everything is going to be all right. I can hear the ambulance from here. Can you see it?”

“Alex, baby?’ a faint voice called from the floor.

“Mom! It's Dad! He's fine.” Small gasp escape from his mouth when he heard it – she was alive.

“Hamish? Is that really you?” she asked weakly.

“Yes darling it's me...” he sighed in relief, “How bad it is?”

“Shot in the arm and leg and I think I was stabbed but it's nothing compared to what I'm going to do to you, you bald fool!” she said vigorously. He laughed quietly; it couldn’t be that bad if she had the strength to threaten him like that.

“I love when you talk like that to me but for now, you need to go to the hospital with Alex. I'll see you two soon. I love you.”

That was the last thing she heard before she lost her consciousness again.

***

She groaned as she pried her eyes open. The room was rather dark, which didn’t help with trying to remember what happened. She frowned, trying to see if something would come back to her – any memory about what happened before she woke up here – and then it hit her: that strange attack. There was a man who appeared out of the blue with a gun pointed at her and one with a knife. In that exact moment she felt an overpowering urge to kill them, actually anyone in that moment. She closed her eyes as she recalled snapping out of the strange trance, surrounded by two bloody corpses. She killed them – she had to – no she wanted to, oh dear Lord, she wanted to do it. She felt such satisfaction when she stabbed that stranger. In that moment, she swore that holding that knife in her hand was the best thing she ever felt. She felt united with it and she wanted to kill someone else. She went out and joined the mess of people were fighting in the streets. She got shot by someone but didn’t care much about it, as she threw the knife into her shooter’s chest.

I did it. I killed all those people, she thought, horrified. It was… a darker part of my soul. Dear Lord have mercy on me – I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill. She opened her eyes, which were starting to fill with tears. What have I done?

She couldn’t move her right arm which was bandaged and resting on the blanket. Despite the medications she was probably given, the pain was excruciating. Not to mention she also felt pain in her back and left leg. She tried to move but the pain became more unbearable, making her cry out.

“Don’t move. You were shot in the arm and you twisted your ankle. Try to relax, okay? Everything’s going to be all right,” a voice informed her. She looked at her left and smiled, relieved to see it was her husband.

“Oh darling, I thought you were dead,” she whispered. “You weren’t answering my calls and I was so scared that…”

“I thought I almost lost you,” he said as he moved closer. “I nearly had a heart attack when Alex told me you were lying on the floor unconscious.”

“Where is he? Is he all right?” the woman asked. She tried to look for her son without straining herself but couldn’t see him anywhere.

“Yes, he’s in company of one of my colleagues, relax!” Hamish replied as he stroked her hand. “Nothing is going to happen to him, Cissy.”

“One of your colleagues,” she snorted, “I hope it won’t end up like the last time… But do you have something to tell me? My dearest?” She looked at him firecefully with tighten lips. He was surprised at first but then he realized.

“Cecilia, love, you know how my work is,” Hamish sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “I don’t always have an opportunity to call and speak with you even if I wanted to.” He paused and looked up at her, well aware by her expression that she wasn’t convinced. “I know you are mad at me.”

“Mad? Are you fucking kidding me? Hamish, for fuck’s sake I nearly died! Alex could have been harmed too and you think I’m just mad? God, I swear I want to beat living shit out of you for not being there when I needed you!” Cecilia snapped as she slipped her hand out of his. “You have a lot of nerve for suggesting that I’m just mad at you! It’s been nearly two weeks since I last heard from you! I didn’t know what to think when you never returned my calls. I even thought you were dead!”

He remained silent, listening to her berate him for the lack of communication, for not being there for her or Alex. He had no excuses for this one and he couldn’t tell her the truth for his silence because despite Cecilia being injured, she could have killed him. Plus it wouldn’t make any sense to her – even if he was allowed to tell her his real occupation, she would think he had gone completely mad and would have taken Alex away from him. He observed her carefully as she tried to hold back tears and her concerns about his lack of communication.

“Cecilia, I promise it won’t happen again. I swear it. You and Alexander are everything to me and I don’t know how could I survive if I had ever lost you. Look at me,” he said as he caught her chin. He gently tilted it so he was able to look into her teary eyes. “I’d die if I had lost you, my dearest.”

“You are an imbecile.”

His shoulders sagged at that comment. Judging from her tone, he assumed that she was now highly offended by his actions and not satisfied with the answers he gave her. He knew the best thing to do was just take it like a man and hope that once she got it out of her system, she might find something in her heart to forgive him for not being there.

“I know,” he said as he waited for the next one.

“You are the stupidest man on the planet that I have ever met!”

“That is true, darling.”

“You’re a bald little shit, Hamish and I swear, when I’m better, I’m going to kill you.”

“Anything you say, darling. Are you feeling better?” he asked.

Cecilia saw the little grin on his face and she couldn’t believe it. “You think this is funny?”

“No, my love,” he replied before he kissed her forehead. “I’m dead serious and if reviling will help you then do it because I deserve it.”

“Good, glad you can admit it. Now shut up and kiss me,” she ordered him.

“As my lady commands.”

This time she smiled until he kissed her gently at first, then he deepened the kiss. With her left hand, she grabbed his white shirt and pulled him closer.

“Don’t you ever do that again or I want a divorce,” she whispered between kisses.

“Understood,” he promised her as he ruffled her hair tenderly. He leaned in to plant another kiss on her lips.

“You are the most evil, perverse and wretched man I have ever met. I love you but still I want to kill you, so don’t act too confident around me,” Cecilia warned before she stole one more kiss. She looked past her husband and noticed a jacked draped over the chair near her. “What’s that?”

“What do you mean?” he asked surprised by this rapid change of topic.

“That nice jacket on the chair which looks like a very nice piece of a pilot’s uniform, my dear. Am I right?” she asked. Her voice was as sweet as her little smile, which he loved from the first time they met.

“Yes, indeed you’re right. What about it?”

“Hand on to it - it’ll be useful in the second part of your apology,” she replied. Her innocent smile had turned into a very devilish one and Hamish blinked.

“Who are you and what have you done to my wife?” he asked with wide eyes.

Cecilia laughed quietly, still upset with him. She had plans to keep him on his toes, which made her feel powerful as she watched him react. “By your actions, you’re turning me into a monster, sweetie. Now could you please fetch Lexie? I want to make sure he’s all right.”

Without a word he went into the hospital’s corridor and smiled as his colleague Percival walked over with Alexander in tow. The young boy let go of the agent’s hand as he ran towards his father.

“Mom wants to see you, son,” he said as he held the door open. He watched the boy run into the room happily reaching for her and yelling how happy he was to see her awake. Hamish turned his attention to his colleague and nodded.

“Thank you for coming here so quickly and taking care of him. I’m afraid the shortest time I could make it from Valentine’s bunker to London was three hours,” he sighed. “I would have liked it to have been sooner but… well, I don’t need to get into messy details.”

“Merlin I know you would have done the same for me. It’s never a problem. Anyway…” Percival paused as two nurses passed by them. He smiled at them with a polite greeting before waiting until they were out of earshot. “I’m afraid we lost another one during this incident.”

Merlin sighed as he hung his head. The organization was going to be a mess by the time he got back to sort things out. Arthur betrayed them and paid dearly for his arrogance. Galahad had died in a suicide mission, thanks to Arthur. He didn’t want to think about the number of people who were either dead or barely alive after today’s incident. “I thought so but I will take care of it when everything is back in order. Now’s not the best time to talk or do anything. For now, I have enough problems with my wife…”

“About that, I believe that her brother is coming towards us and he doesn’t look happy,” Percival murmured with a slight move of his head. Merlin turned just in time to avoid the fist of his brother-in-law punching past him, missing his face.

“Matthew, it’s always nice to see you,” he said in a calm voice. “ I do believe it’s not the best place to start a fight, especially when Cecilia can see everything through the door.”

“This time you’re lucky she’s here but next time – “

“Next time I’ll tell her about your dirty secrets, which I’m really curious how she will react,” Merlin replied as he pushed his glasses up.

He watched as Matthew closed his mouth, shocked.

“Oh yes, I know that and trust me I know much more about you and your friends. If I were you, I would go to your sister because, at the moment, she’s who we should be focused on,” Merlin added after a while of enjoying his victory over his uncouth brother-in-law. “Off you go.” He watched as Matthew gaped at him for a moment before yanking open the door to Cecilia's room and entering it without looking back.

“Is he always like that?” Percival asked when Matthew had left.

“Not really… it started a while ago. Well, from the beginning I had a feeling that her father wasn’t fond of me,” he sighed wearily. “It’s quite obvious that my father-in-law must have encouraged him to make up his current attitude towards me. Never mind that. Thank you again for watching over them and see you shortly at the shop.”

“The pleasure is all mine. Alexander is an adorable kid, Merlin. Quite a curious mind – wonder where he got that from,” he replied. He smiled at Merlin and shook hands with him before departing.

Merlin stood alone in the corridor, trying to pull his thoughts together and organize them in a logical manner. Until they selected a new person to take over as Arthur, he realized that he was the one who had to restore Kingsman to its former state. The thought of the long, hard months he had ahead of him, made him feel worn and old. He wasn’t a young man anymore, shooting targets and enjoying a drink or two with Harry when they were recently inducted into the organization. He sighed before pushing all thoughts of rebuilding and restructuring out of his mind, he entered the room with a small smile on his face.

[littlelostsol]

more wol art with myself and @dreamingdraig

wow i remembered i had a tumblr asdfgh

[transcognizi]

New topic for Mechs meta: Was Brian naked whilst hanging on Fort Galfridean? I vote yes, because I don't think he'd have been able to rust if he had clothes on.

[genshinarchives]

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇. 𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 : 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : Shortly after being transported to another reality, you clash with a god who goes by the name Enkidu. You later learn that you have been thrown into a warring era in which the gods of Teyvat are fighting each other to claim a divine seat in Celestia.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Al-Haitham, Kaveh; hints of Cyno x reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, adventure, isekai

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : N/A

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Year 2052.

The gaming industry has flourished in the past years, and VRMMO-RPG took over the market. VRMMO-RPG is abbreviated from Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, an online game that allows the player to enter a virtual world and experience it as though it were real life. On the pinnacle of VRMMO-RPG is Camelot Chronicles, a game that is popular for its unusually high player freedom which enables the player to customise their character however they want, and they could also create their very own unique NPCs. The latter requires a hefty sum of in-game currency and materials, so you were only able to create one NPC for yourself.

His name is Enki, a doppelganger capable of copying the appearances and abilities of the people he interacts with. Although your character is of the same heteromorphic race, most of your points were spent on levelling your magic skills so you're only able to retain your humanoid form. In your party, Enki functions as the vanguard and so was given high physical and magic resistance, but this is adjustable when he takes on the form of someone else. His primary purpose is to aggro the enemies while you attack at a distance as a mage; outside of the battlefield, he's your loyal attendant who caters to your every whim.

As you stretched your arms over your head, you expelled a deep sigh before closing your notebook. You've just finished taking notes of the reading material your teacher had assigned you this week, and decided to play Camelot Chronicles for the rest of the night since it'll be the weekend tomorrow. Humming a random tune, you put on the specialised VR headset that's needed to play VRMMO-RPG and logged into the game.

You were immediately greeted by the sight of Enki standing next to you in Arondight Forest, the surrounding pine trees and uneven topography conjuring up the feeling one might get when venturing through a coniferous forest. You've been farming Jagged Fangs for the new craftable weapon that's coming in the next update, as Enki needed a new spear; you wanted to make him stronger so you could explore Galahad Ruins, a new area that was recently released. Extending a hand in his direction, you gently waved it from top to bottom.

"Follow," you said. The in-game command was immediately processed by him, prompting him to trail closely behind as you led the way. You traversed Arondight Forest in search for the bird-like mobs you'd usually farm for Jagged Fangs, only to notice their unusual absence. The lack of mobs in the area was already concerning enough, making you wonder if there was some sort of lag that's causing a delay in their spawn time.

Just as you're about to teleport to the nearest save point, your console froze.

"What's going on...?" you mumbled, tapping the air where your console had frozen in place. You then tried to close it by force which didn't work, and when you shifted your attention to your surroundings, you saw distortions in the environment. As incessant buzzing filled your ears, glitch patterns appeared around you before vanishing abruptly, and this repeated until the scenery shattered like glass.

You stared in awe. Things that you've never seen before were reflected in the shattered pieces. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that those things - those people - were moving, which drew you in. One scene showed an armed group of humans uniting under the leadership of a young boy holding a lyre; another showed a multi-headed sea serpent being rained on by gargantuan spears of stone; another showed a brutal war between a gigantic white snake and a woman with long violet hair wielding a spear.

"Master!"

A hand clasped your elbow suddenly, startling you. You were then spun around to meet the crimson eyes of Enki, your creation. Your jaw went slack when you realised that he had somehow become sentient amidst this strange glitch.

"E-Enki?!" you squeaked.

"Master, it seems like we've gotten ourselves in a dangerous situation," he said, "Stay close to me so that I can protect you. We don't know what's going to happen next."

Quickly recovering from your surprise, you told him, "I believe the server had crashed. My console froze and I don't think I can contact the admins at all." To prove your point, you tried using the call function only for unpleasant crackling sounds to echo in your ear.

Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet cracked. With panic overtaking your mind, you clung to Enki for dear life whilst he held onto you firmly.

"The ground is about to break!" he exclaimed. As if on cue, the cracks swiftly webbed out and an ear-splitting crash resounded through the area.

The next thing you knew, you were falling.

❀

"... aster... ake... up..."

You let out a groan and knitted your eyebrows together.

"Mas... Please..."

Is someone calling for you?

"Master, please wake up!"

Eyelids flying open, you quickly sat up with an audible gasp. Your eyes immediately burned from the sudden brightness overhead, forcing you to close them again as you raised an arm to shield them. Seeing your discomfort, Enki moved himself in front of you, casting a protective shadow over your form.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm alright," you replied, "Just a little disorientated." Lowering your arm back to your side, you slowly lifted your eyelids and scanned your new surroundings curiously. "Where exactly are we?"

Standing up, Enki then looked around briefly. "It appears that we've been transported to a desert by mysterious means. I'm afraid I don't know any more than that."

You pushed yourself to your feet whilst brushing the sand off your clothes. This doesn't look like any of the deserts in Camelot Chronicles, and as you rummaged through your brain for any coherent explanation to the situation you've found yourselves in, you suddenly remembered the moving images you had seen during the glitch. The young boy with the lyre reminded you of Venti, who's a popular character in an old fantasy ARPG; the woman fighting against the serpent-like monster also resembled the Raiden Shogun, another iconic figure from the same game.

What was the name of the game?

You knew that Camelot Chronicles took inspiration from it after you watched an online interview with the game developers. You had done a little research on the game it took inspiration from out of curiosity and was impressed by the unique gameplay and rich lore.

"Jen... Jenshin...?" you mumbled.

That didn't sound right.

Your attention then shifted to Enki, who appeared to be waiting for your orders patiently. You noted that up close, he's quite good-looking; his sharp red eyes complimented his long ivory hair that's tied in a half-ponytail. Without a second thought, you held his wrist and was surprised to feel a pulse. You cupped his face and gently caressed his cheeks, your jaw going slack in disbelief; not only did he become sentient, he looks and feels real! He has a pulse like most living creatures do, and he smells pretty nice as well... While you were busy admiring Enki, you failed to notice his flustered look.

"Wh-what is it, master?" he asked with a slight stutter.

Before you could answer him, a loud explosion sounded at a distance. Startled, you both turned in the direction you had heard it come from, and your eyes widened when you caught sight of a sandstorm heading straight towards you. As it neared you and Enki, you noticed a shadow barely concealed behind the sandy veil.

"A hostile object is beelining towards us from 12 o'clock!" Enki exclaimed, summoning his spear. You instinctively slammed your hands on the ground, spawning a glowing glyph beneath you and Enki. "Making contact in 3... 2... 1!" On cue, silver chains shot up from the glyph and overlapped each other to form a makeshift shield in front of you. Something crashed into the chains at high speed, the impact causing the sand near its point to spew towards you like a tidal wave. Gusts of wind whipped around the two of you, and once the chaos has settled, the chains dissipated at your command to reveal another human standing before you.

Your gaze immediately settled on the bull horns protruding from the sides of his head. The mysterious man smiled, but you could sense the underlying malice in that supposedly friendly gesture.

"How brave of you to step outside of your god's domain," he said, "Which god do you follow? Gugalanna? Rukkhadevata?" He arched an eyebrow when he perceived your puzzled expression. "Is it neither of those two? Then perhaps you're one of those desertfolk whose god I've slain." He then threw his head back with a loud laugh, as if the words he had uttered carried no weight at all. "He was truly a weak god. For someone who's revered as the God of Heroes to fall so easily... How pathetic!"

"Who are you?" you asked with a frown. Although you didn't know who this God of Heroes is, his arrogant attitude still got on your nerves.

He ceased his laughter to answer your question, "Enkidu. You picked a wrong time to go adventuring, humans."

Enki couldn't accept the rude way in which Enkidu had spoken to you and immediately became aggressive. "Where are your manners? Do not speak to my master in that tone, and kneel when you greet her!"

Enkidu was unfazed.

"Oh... So that woman is a god as well?" he mused, grinning, "I suppose that makes us enemies!"

"Watch out!" Enki said, swiftly moving in front of you to deflect the light projectiles Enkidu had fired from his palms. Before you could fully process what was happening, your attendant had engaged in a ferocious combat with Enkidu. Sparks flew like steel birds of prey as their weapons clashed, their feet manoeuvring around each other's like elaborate pieces of footwork.

Gods. This world has gods, and the gods are fighting each other for some reason. You wondered if you got thrust into another reality during an era that's being devastated by countless power struggles - because if that's the case, you're the unluckiest person on the planet right now.

"Whatever," you mumbled, raising a hand with your open palm facing the sky. You'll worry about the war ravaging this world later; helping Enki take down Enkidu is your top priority, and fortunately, you possess the very weapon that's meant to combat god-like beings. "My soul has united with the stars. I command the celestials of the sky! Where the heavens shine, there am I! Thou wait at the gates of hell! Come forth, divine restraint! Shirshirdingira!"

A large golden portal expanded above Enkidu. Its sudden appearance made him falter as he looked up, and Enki took this chance to swiftly run him through with his spear. Enkidu bellowed as his chest exploded with pain, and the sight of a gigantic spearhead attached to a silver chain emerging from the portal prompted Enki to drive him into the ground before leaping out of your attack's range. As Enkidu lied on his sandy grave, you dropped the chain on him, quickly cutting his life short.

"That's... it...?" you said, blinking. That seemed far too easy; his bravado earlier gave you the impression that it would take more to kill him. When the chain dissolved into golden particles that were swept away by the passing wind, crimson webs were seen on the sand.

Enkidu is dead.

You killed someone.

But why do you not feel anything?

You stared at your hands.

Could it be because your character's race has merged with you when you came to this new world, it made you indifferent towards the things that humans would normally react strongly to?

"Y-you must be..."

You were pulled out of your thoughts when a new voice filled the silence, and you looked to your right to see a man crawling out from behind a rock. His expression was a mixture of fear and wonder as he regarded you with wide eyes, and the next thing you knew, he had prostrated himself before you, his forehead touching the sand.

"What are you-" you began, but were cut off by him.

"You must be the new god Celestia sent down! You're the one who will become the new God of Heroes!"

When Enki stepped forward to punish him for interrupting you, you barred his path by raising your arm in front of him.

"I don't think I follow. What is this world exactly?" you asked.

"You have descended to the world of Teyvat, O Exalted One," the man answered.

"And your name?"

"I am Ushar, a humble desertfolk from the sands of Sumeru. I work as a soldier for the city the God of Heroes had built."

"Raise your head," you ordered, and Ushar complied. He had clear crystal blue eyes, dark brown hair and a tanned complexion... You can't help but notice how much he resembles Dehya, a Pyro character from Sumeru.

Your pupils dilated when realisation dawned on you.

Celestia. Sumeru.

You finally remembered the name of the game.

Those are places in the world of Genshin Impact.

But how can that be? How can Genshin Impact be your new reality when it's been 30 years since the game was released?

"Then right now... It must be in the middle of the Archon War," you murmured.

"That's correct. Every day, the gods of Sumeru are at war with each other," Ushar said, having overheard you, "The God of Heroes whom we follow... was slain by Enkidu, the one you had defeated. Which means that you must be the god he spoke of before he passed! The god who will avenge him, and take his place to guide us! Please hear your servant's plea, and be our new God of Heroes!"

You were hesitant to accept his request. You didn't know if the deceased God of Heroes was fighting to protect his people or to claim one of the seven divine seats in Celestia. You had enough knowledge of Genshin Impact's lore to survive with just Enki by your side, and you were well-aware that if you participated in the Archon War, battling the future Dendro Archon - Greater Lord Rukkhadevata - will be inevitable. At the same time however, you needed more information, more than what the game has already revealed about Teyvat's history.

"... I want something in exchange," you finally said, "If you can give it to me, I will protect you and your people as your new god."

Ushar bowed deeply in gratitude. "Whatever it is that you wish for, will be yours."

You knelt down to his level. "I want information about this world."

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐

The picrew below is Enki.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : @flowwerpot​ / @myevergarden​ / @hey-comrade-hold-stil​ / @genshin-idiot /

[altagraye]

Big Big Love pt 2

Quote:

"In her place one hundred candles burning

As salty sweat drips from her breast

Her hips move and I can feel what they're saying, swaying

They say the beast inside of me's gonna get ya, get ya, get…"

-'Love you to Death',- Type-O Negative.

Chapter 2: Heat of the moment.

Maia:

Day 1:

Even in the middle of the night, with the a/c blasting full on, my body felt like it was standing in the middle of  a heat wave. Sticking with thick humidity in the middle of June. My brain told me I was dying. I'd tried to stifle the heat by masterbating, the result being only a few minutes of relief. And when the relief had subsided the heat came back stronger than ever, snapping back at me like a drawn rubber band. Dean's scent on the sheets and his clothes was starting to wear off and that was killing me. I needed lasting relief and release. It had been a few hours, Dean giving me some time alone. I had heard arguments from below me, between all three of them. I couldn't make out what they'd been saying but guaranteed it had been about me and about claiming.

The shirts and jackets that had lost their whiskey, I'd tossed them on the floor. My ears picked up heavy footsteps again. The door opened, and Dean came in, with a plate full of classic spaghetti and meatballs. Near the light-switch he flipped on the ceiling fan. I was very hungry for more than just the food, he'd presented me with. He closed the door with the sole of his boot and came over to me, giving me the plate.

I graciously accepted, it had been about a week since I'd eaten anything, if you could call the slop my dealer gave us edible. The first stages of Heat makes you have a glutton period, or gorging stage. It's meant to fatten you up a little, to prepare yourself for a pup. He sat himself on the empty space of the bed near me. His torso aligned against the headboard, his long bowed legs crossed at the ankles, taking up most of the space on the bed.  To prevent myself from puking I ate slow. I thought, having him this close to me, would have exacerbated my heat, but it was starting to cool it down.  To break the silence I figured I could initiate in small talk. Anything was better than focusing on my heat.

In between gulps of red-sauced noodles I asked him, "introduce me to your pack, Galahad."

Claiming, in this kind of particular predicament, was going to be nothing short of an arranged marriage. So I'd better get acquainted with my whiskey-man. Maybe it was always like this and I'd just never noticed? He chuckled under his breath at my name calling and stared at the ceiling.

"'kay, first things first, my name is Dean not some not some dumbass white knight. The tall one is my brother, and Bobby is kinda like my father. And there's one you haven't met, he's a little different than us. Alright fuck it,  I'm just gonna say it, he's an angel." he explained.

I nearly choked on my food. Angels? That was a thing? I mean it's already hard enough living with the whole Alpha, Beta, Omega bullshit, but if "angels" are real then just how much is out there? Wow, I'm starting to sound like an X-files episode. The truth is out there.

"Excuse me?" I asked looking at him now, my focus distracted from eating, as I finished chewing and swallowed the delicious fork-full. A smiled formed on his Adonis-face.

"Yeah, I know. But he's real. He's searching for God or something, as we speak. Jesus freak. He hasn't been around as long as the others but, he's family, whether he knows it or not."

"hmm seems like I'm really outnumbered, huh? Thanks for this. It's really good." I praised him, shoveling another portion into my mouth before setting the plate down on the nightstand to my right.  I shifted my weight, and turned to my left, facing him crossing my legs like preschoolers' do.  Sucking in a breath, as I finished my mouthful of food, I asked him, "okay serious question. Favorites game, band, go."  A bright white smile formed on his face again, turning in the bed, propping his head on his hand, elbow against the mattress.

"All time? Or decade?" he questioned trying to refine his answer. My face scrunched up, trying to make up mind on which I wanted first.

"Let's start with all time." I said folding my hands in my lap eager to hear his response.

"Too easy. Led Zeppelin. What's yours?" he asked, his eyes reflecting the same giddiness as a schoolboy. My eyes wandered taking in his beauty, making my heart skip a beat but not from Heat this time. I was taking too long with my answer and got embarrassed watching him, watching me.

"My all time. Hands down, gotta be Fleetwood Mac. Legends." I said genuinely despite butterflies forming in the pit of my stomach. He seemed surprised not expecting that kind of answer. Sure it was pretty odd for me to like such an outdated band. That's a two way street. I could have easily said the same about him. Today's music with few exceptions had lost the finesse it used to hold. He must have been thinking I liked some hole-in-the-wall coffee shop band, that would have been typical of an Omega. But I'm just not average.  He leaned in a little.

"Really? Interesting. Into classic stuff. That's a pleasant surprise." he smiled gleefully.

The night went on and we continued to talk about sweet nothings. Things that didn't really matter but were icebreakers nonetheless. We talked about food and movies and sports, and things I've missed in the past two years of isolation. We laughed like crazy at sarcastic jokes, reciprocating genuine happiness. I needed this and so did he. It's like we were long lost best friends we never knew we needed. I hadn't laughed like that in years, the kind of gut busting laugh you can't get rid of. He too was content with my company. I got the feeling that he craved the momentary optimism we gave each other just as much as I needed it, like oxygen.

In that moment, I got bold and closed in on him. His lips being my target. His green gaze not leaving my face as I leaned forward, my knees making slight indents in the bed, my hips arching just enough. My lips met his, sweet Whiskey, I could taste it on him.  I felt my insides burn again and slick started to flow, dampening my underwear just a bit. The heatwave was back, all from a kiss. His low husked voice hummed against my lips, there was no doubt he had smelled my slick. Did I just send him into rut? Point one, Maia. I held on to his kiss as long as possible until detached from me, and I gasped catching my breath, panting.

I didn't have a whole lot of practice in the kissing department, so I'd have to learn to breathe through my nose, to make the kiss last longer. I could feel the smoldering, spreading through my core and into my cheeks, flushing them. His orbs glazed over my face and body, lingering on my knees and to my center which I left open, I desperately wanted to feel his calloused fingertips on my bare core. I wonder what it would feel like? His hand rested on my knee and the other clasping the base of my neck, thumb behind my ear dragging me in for another taste of my lips. Everything tiny moment of it was pure, raw, bliss. I wanted it to last forever.

However as quickly as it had been initiated, his lips had been raked away, he did not face me. He rubbed a hand across his face. Did he feel guilty? From my injuries? The weight of his body left the bed and my heart started to sink. His boots making heavy, guilt-stricken plods across the room to the door.

"Dean, please don't go." I begged. I didn't want him to feel horrible for the way his body felt. For they way his heart had fallen for me, so easily, so simply. Because I felt the same. He paused hand gripping the door-knob.

"I'm sorry," he spoke in the direction of the door, unable to glance back. It opened and closed, leaving the echoes of footsteps down the hallway and away from me. At first I was sad, and then anger festered from within. If I hadn't been weak enough to get myself beat, if I hadn't been an Omega, then he'd still be sitting next to me. I hate what I am. Lying in bed, without him, was so, so lonely.

Day 5:

The nights were the worst. All I could think about was his company and lack thereof. My heat had been unquenched. He would only come back to give me food and re-scent his clothes. My own had become so drenched in sweat, I'd took it upon myself to clothe myself in his red and black flannels. My bruises faded from bluish purple to yellow and were near dissolved. One morning I woke to see him leaning against the dresser, his legs sprawled out on the hardwood, he'd been sipping from a bottle of Jim Beam. How long had he been there? Not gonna lie, it's kinda creepy. I propped myself up against the headboard.

"Hi, stranger." I said trying to break the awkward silence. He took another swig and set the bottle down with a glassy clank. I rubbed the gunk off my eyes and raked a hand through my messy locks. He waved a hand in my direction,

"Mornin' Sunshine." I hopped my body to the footboard and criss-crossed my legs underneath the covers. A gasp escaped my throat.

"What happened?" I asked, concern clear in my voice. His lip was busted, among other bruises present on his face and forearms. I'm sure there were other injuries disguised from his clothing. His shirt and jean-pants had been ripped and what looked like slashed. Claw marks?  I closed my eyes and hung my head realizing what happened. This was my fault.

"Alphas." I concluded. I raised my head and looked at him for confirmation.

"Bingo, Stevie Nicks." he said through another stinging gulp of liquor.

"How many attacked?" I asked wanting to know just how bad it was. His eyes met mine for the first time in what seemed like forever. "Eight."

"Eight?! You fought off eight rut-ridden Alphas! You could've died!" I threw a pillow at him, expressing my concern, only to realize that was a stupid and almost funny outcome. He looked at me with piercing eyes and for the first time I'd felt afraid, like I'd been dangerously toeing the borderline with him. He growled at me, a primal warning. I sat back down on the mattress, in the burst of my emotion I'd gotten to my knees, nearly hanging off the edge of the footboard.

"What can I say? Guess it's love after all." he shrugged finishing the contents of the bottle with a loud gulp. I never thought he'd say that. Hearing him admit it was completely different from just touch and gawking gazes. He got up from the floor, the boards creaking under his weight. He stalked over to me. Cradling a cheek in his hand, admiring my face. Even in this short time together, the fact that Dean was willing to kill for me, was confirmation enough that, the feelings we'd shared earlier were real and not just rut and heat induced. I stretched my neck up to meet his lips again, tasting the liquor on his lips.

A breath escaped my windpipe, and I began to fumble with the button of his jeans. His hand quickly grabbed mine, possessively and with intent. He ended the kiss.

"Not yet, I want to wait 'till your next heat wave hits. Tonight." he vowed.

I tsked at his answer. "We might not have time 'till tonight. What if more Alpha's come?" I pondered worryingly, looking at his expression. He gulped.

"I'll claim you before that happens. They'll know not to step on this porch." he promised. He leaned down and placed a tender kiss to my forehead. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you, again."

He walked over to the dresser and removed his shirt, his back was to me and I blushed from they way his body looked. It was nothing short of eye-candy. "I'll be back." he rolled his neck to break at the bones, relieving it's tension. He exited the room and I was left to mull over the situation. I plopped myself back onto the mattress like a trust fall, locks of my brunette hair falling gracefully onto my face. After all the heat I was nervous now that I knew tonight would be the night.

I'm not a virgin, so it wasn't like this was my first time with a man. I knew enough about anatomy to know that it was going to be enjoyable, judging from the test run earlier, it's gonna be seventh-heaven. The nervousness and the butterflies all came back to me. This was, however, the first time I would be doing it with someone whom I had a mutual connection with. With the sexual tension looming over me, over us, and the fact that we were Alpha and Omega. There is a high likelihood I'd end up pregnant. After all, that's how the system, the biology worked. Oddly I considered myself one of the lucky ones. Most 'Megas don't end up with a lover, and with my past, there was a darker side that I'd kept from everyone. I'm not ready to face that. Not right now. Tears started to well in my eyes. And I brushed them off quick, not knowing when Dean'll return. I'd have to tell him eventually, yes.  But I'm a one-thing-at-a-time kind of gal.

It's not like I was going to lie to him, not that I could effectively, but that scar. It's too deep to tell over bedsheets and moonlight. I let my mind race and escape as I turned on the TV, which perched on the dresser. I channel surfed until I found something I liked, King of Queens being a nostalgic program. I needed a laugh. The door flung open and Dean was drenched in shower water, covered by a towel.  He closed the door and trudged over to the dresser, grabbing a change of clothes. He let the towel fall to the floor.

Reflexively I turned my head, even though I wanted to sneak a peek, it was out of privacy, respect, and dignity. Why was I getting shy now? I could hear him shuffle on some clothes as he chuckled. Trying to hide my timid-ness while still keeping my head turned I asked him, "What's so funny?"

"Ah. It's just that I smell you, coy and modest now. But in a little while that'll go away. I think it's cute, is all." being done with dressing himself I didn't hear him come over to the bed, he touched my face turning it towards his, planting a firm peck on my cheek.

"And who told you, you could borrow my shirt? That's my favorite flannel, you know?" he said changing the subject, hopping into bed with me. He was pulling my leg. Being playfully 'angry'.  I laughed sensing his sarcasm, "I'm going for the Paul Bunyan look." my answer made a smile spread on his face.

Dean:

I stayed with her, spending hours, watching TV. Talking more about life, about hunting. Watching her fall asleep curled up into my chest on my bed. I was perfectly content. I kept my ears peeled for any Alphas looking to knot her. With the fiery orange of the sunset streaming through my bedroom windows, the time came. It was her fifth day like this, I'd been keeping track, if she went over seven I'd have to take her to the Omega E.R. 30 miles south of Bobby's place.

I let her head rest against my pillow as I got up to lock my door. I raked my wrist against the surface of it as an extra scented layer of protection. Meant as a warning to other Alphas, even against Sammy. I'd sensed that he had some kind of feelings for her. It'd been a long time since he'd been with anyone, so when he got the tingly feeling, he usually took it. But not with this. He knew Maia and I had more of a connection. I'd been with plenty of other girls before, mostly one-nighters I'd hooked up with. I'd never felt the kind of spark that Maia gave me. Not even with Lisa, it wasn't this strong, no where near. To me she was the one. And I really didn't want her to turn into the one that got away.

The fighting from last night, solidified my already existing feelings. If I was willing to kill for her, then I was more than willing to spend the rest of my life with her. I felt bad, looking at her from a distance. She was suffering, looking like she was going through a bad case of withdrawals. Her forehead was beaded with sweat, her breathing  jagged. I wanted to give her relief. And it was most likely going to feel better for me than her. But I've got more than enough tricks up my sleeve to pleasure a woman.

I took my shirt off and stalked over to the bed, casting the comforter to the floor. My heart was pounding, in more than just my chest. I'd been waiting patiently for this, from the first time her heat hit, I'd wanted to claim her as my own. But battling with my own morality of the situation I couldn't bring myself to. Now that her body'd healed, she was mine for the taking. It's not like I wouldn't give her plenty of opportunities to turn me down. She still had that choice, I wanted this situation to be mutual, consensual reciprocity being of utmost importance.

I hovered over her 'Mega frame, the mattress buckling inward from my weight. Her body sunk in with the mattress. I kissed her, God, I couldn't get enough of that strawberry scent that she seemed to emanate.  My nostrils inhaled her and it was like I'd been taken over by her spell. It was pure magic, intoxicating- the sweetened sting of poison. I moved down to suck on her neck at the juncture of her jaw and her jugular, letting her catch her breath.

She whimpered from my touch, I let my hand slide under my flannel, my calloused hands finding her bare breast, kneading it good and slow. I wasn't gonna make this easy for her. I wanted to savor her as best as possible. Her hand raked through my hair, keeping my lips latched on her nape, where the scent was stronger. This is where I'd be claiming her.

A breathy moan escaped her throat.  I let my jeaned knee, coax her core, spreading her legs just slightly. After I nibbled on her neck a little longer, lingering, she bucked against my knee. She was starting to get agitated at my teasing. I hummed into her flesh.

"Patience is a virtue, sweetheart." I dismounted her to take my pants and boxers off.

"Fuck that Bible-thumper, bullshit." she replied.

Noticing this as an opportunity to remove her/my shirt from her body, exposing her beautiful bare breasts in a layer of sweat. She took me in, her chest heaving for oxygen, she stared at my throbbing erectness. Her chocolate irises were flooded with heat and the haze of lust. I smiled at her, " like what you see, Baby?" I returned to the bed. Her thumbs hooked around her lacy onyx underwear, " Hell, yeah." she managed to reply biting her bottom lip.

I growled at her actions.

"That's mine to take off, thunder stealer." I commanded, landing a kiss between the valley of her breasts, I took my time trailing kisses down to her middle, knowing this would make her frustrated. I kept my eyes on hers, watching her facial expressions and the rosiness burning into her cheeks.

I kissed and sucked at the skin where her underwear began, pausing to raise my head up, " you sure you want me? Last call darling." I loved teasing her, the thrill of the chase is the best. Pausing now was hard for me, smelling her slick soaked panties.

"Yes I'm sure, please fuck me." she plead. Feeling extra naughty I decided to tease her just little more.

"What's that? I didn't hear that last part." Her face immediately scrunched up in annoyance.

"God, dammit, Dean! Screw me. Knot me for fuck's sake--".  Yes, Ma'am, I thought to myself as I knelt at her altar. Letting my tongue lap at her slicked underwear, the action made her gasp and moan, stopping her mid-sentence. My member twitched when she mentioned knotting. God I wanted that so bad. I paused my oral work and took the elastic of the underwear into my teeth, removing it  slow and steady down her thighs, revealing her best parts to me. A string of slick followed. I noticed a scar between her belly button and her entrance, horizontal. A claw slice? I didn't think much of it and proceeded to pleasure my girl.

I threw the undergarment to the floor and opened her legs for my mouth. I nibbled, sucked and kissed her inner thighs, being sure to switch from left to right before propping her legs on my shoulders dragging her body close. Her strawberry scent, man that was strong enough to make me feral. I entered my tongue into her folds letting my mouth encompass her slick slit and she bit down on her index finger muffling a strong moan.

I backed off, licking my lips to speak, " Fuck, I could drink you by the gallon. Maia, there's no point in being bashful. So what if they hear you screaming?" I'm sure she was embarrassed, knowing there were others in the house. But fuck that, she's mine. I set her down on the bed, kneeling again catching her clit in my teeth, scraping my tongue against the nub as I inserted two digits into her slick ridden vagina.  She moaned with every thrust of my fingers. I made sure to curl them into her finding her sweet spot, making her moan louder and grasping for the sheets below her. She was tight, around my fingers, making my member leak from the thought of entering her.

Just when I felt her walls clasp down on my fingers, about to cum, I snatched them away from her center, making her whimper disappointedly. I positioned myself at her entrance, sliding myself into her to the hilt. I grunted against her breast as I let her adjust to my size.

"Fuck! you're so tight and wet for me, Baby." I could drown in this forever and not get tired of it.

Maia:

A moan exited me as he nearly removed all of himself from me, I felt every inch of him scraping against my walls so blissfully. He thrusted in his head bumping against my cervix, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. Ugh, it's so good! Better than any drug. His face was aligned with mine and I clasped my hand to the back of his neck dragging him into my lips. Crashing. Tasting myself on him. He returned to a rhythm, skin slamming against skin. The bed creaking loudly underneath our love making. I was far beyond controlling my noises, and following his earlier commands, I'd let it rip from my throat without caring about it anymore.  After a while of mind-numbing thrusts I felt myself clench down on him. Fuck yes. Just a little more. My hands gripped at his back muscles bracing myself for my climax. My dulled claws dug into the flesh of his back as I screamed out through my peak.

Sparks flew through my body in places I never thought possible. And the best part was that I knew it wasn't over because he hadn't released himself inside me yet. Boy did I want that, I needed to feel his seed inside me, his knot.  He prepared his teeth at my nape, ready to claim me, waiting for his own climax. When I felt his knot expand into my base, I wrapped my legs around his keeping him there. Burning into my deepest parts, he'd came and grunted into my nape. More sparks flew and I thought that my brain was broken from the electricity flowing through my brain. A jagged moan escaped me as I felt his fangs sink into my neck, drawing blood and releasing his intense, toxic Whiskey into my veins. This was it, no going back now. Mates for life. It felt so God-damn good. This was no doubt the best decision of my life. My mind flew to other worlds as he retracted his teeth and collapsed his weight onto mine, still being connected inside my core.

This is what passionate loving was supposed to be, I reminded myself, nearly thinking of my time in the Hole. A secret I had not yet been ready to reveal. Dean truly loved me, and I him. The day became night and he removed his length from me, his knot de-swelled. Round one complete. We were awake most of the night. Round one became round three before we'd fully exhausted ourselves, leaving his bed a mess with sweat and our juices. With our urges satisfied, we'd embraced the other nude, a sheet being the only cover from prying eyes. I'd fallen asleep against his chest, tucked between his arm and his side, wrapping my legs in his. This was the best and deepest sleep I'd had in years.

I could have reveled in that moment forever. I could have died and gone to paradise in that moment and thought my life would be complete.

*end pt 2

[thessaliah]

So I've been thinking about the Alien God/Beast VII/U-Olga Marie's true identity, and I think I may have come to an interesting conclusion: what if the Alien God was actually Nibiru aka Planet X, in the same way as how the Voyager space probe became a Servant? "Planet X" is one of many possible end of the world scenarios, and U-Olga is called "the Beast That Announces The End". Half-baked theory, I know, but I'd say there's a decent connection, right?

I don't think it's an alien at all, not in that sense. One built from fantasy, perhaps. When Kirschtaria said that is a being of fiction/fantasy/isn't reality, he means it. Spoilers for Olympus/Avalon?

The tree's purpose is to turn fantasy or fiction real. The Lostbelts are what-if simulations scenarios generated by the tree which can be anchored, to show how the pruned timelines could have evolved if they hadn't been pruned. Creating "history."

It's all generated by Chaldea equipment. That much is obvious. Sure, it could use alien technology, but IMO, that's irrelevant. Like the backstory of the Greek Pantheon isn't relevant just fluff because what matters were their decisions and their influence. Maybe there is a tortured alien who resonated with this and connected as chosen to be a host with Olga, but again, that's beside the point, because they aren't the "Alien God" who is a fictitious being.

The question now is: did the god/beast and Chaldea equipment cause the bleaching? Or is simply answering to create a situation to permit humanity to continue in some way that could only happen with this through their logic (which may or may not be compromised by the grudge and prayers of the pruned data they recorded through observation), accidentally triggering a worst-case scenario because the "god" has dumb plans? We don't know.

If you read between the lines of what Kirschtaria and Goetia say, they never mentioned that the Beast/god was responsible for these circumstances (the rest of the Crypters and Chaldea assumed), rather it was humanity who reached this end. Kirschtaria's talk about how our choices and prosperity weren't appropriate is a reminder of why timelines are pruned: a wrong choice, a wrong prosperity. He's not the person the fandom first assumed he was, when he wishes for humanity to reach for an "answer" to solve this even at the cost of his life, it may be deeper than we assumed. Galahad also warns of this in Lostroom. Many were eager to accuse him of a deserter and a coward (sic), but he never said that a threat did this, but that their history reached this end and won't continue in the future. While the plot of part 2 is all retconned and there are millions of plotholes, we could speculate that Animuspheres and the 72 demon gods detected the same thing: the end, and tried to find way to prevent it which triggered the Beast chain reaction. Now Goetia does try this stunt in every timeline (his grief and pity are the issues, not the end, that’s just adding fuel to the fire heh), but not all the demons of the colony agree which makes the Beast I unmanifested by their rebellion (Flauros' specifically).

So if this is true... is there a way to salvage this timeline. Maybe not, maybe yes. With a major theme being that living is enough in itself for all the little moments you spent even if it’s short and your efforts aren’t rewarded, it could go either way. Maybe “accepting the end” would be accepting this was their end, and by beating Beast VII, is to make her aware that her efforts were enough, and that’s time to let go. As in LB3 foreshadows: What if we’re the ones left behind? Would we tore our own Tree of Fantasy as Qin did? “Accepting the end” is a major theme, but let’s see if Nasu will play this in a dramatic unforgettable fashion or he’ll allow them to have a fiction installed as real to salvage something, even if they won’t be the same characters.

Beast VII being the End, IMO, is the same as Beast I being the Genesis. They are on the opposite side of plans to reach the apex of each.

[according-to-the-laura]

StackedNatural Day 169: 3x14, 8x21

StackedNatural Masterpost: [x]

May 1, 2022

3x14: Long Distance Call

Written by: Jeremy Carver

Directed by: Robert Singer

Original air date: May 1, 2008

Plot Synopsis:

While hunting a creature that kills people by pretending to be their dead loved ones, Dean receives a call from John who says he has a way to get him out of his deal.

Features:

Impossible phone calls from dead people, John calling Dean,  Edison’s spirit phone, Dean’s faith in John, Crocotta, soul eating, a trap for Dean, modern loneliness, death by peg board.

My Thoughts:

I think as monster of the week episodes go this is a good one - doesn’t affect the overall plot but does have some pretty strong emotional beats. It keeps fleshing out Dean and John’s relationship - we’ve already seen Dream a Little Dream of Me, when he acknowledges that John was obsessive and not a great father, but when he’s scared he still believes that his dad is going to swoop in and save him. 

The monster’s death was gross and some unintentional foreshadowing to Dean’s death - anytime someone gets pushed onto something and impaled I get bummed out. 

Anyways, here’s something funny @meg3point0 said while we were watching: “How many layers can one man wear? Look at Dean. He’s an onion.”

Notable Lines:

“You think a Stanford education and a high school hook up rate of zero point zero would produce better results than that.”

“Dean, how could you do it? Sell your soul?” “I was looking after Sammy, like you told me to.”

“I wanted to believe so badly that there was a way outta this. I mean I'm staring down the barrel at this thing. You know, Hell. For real, forever, and I just… I'm scared, Sam. I'm really scared.” 

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 7.1

IMdB Rating: 8.0

8x21: The Great Escapist

Written by: Ben Edlund

Directed by: Robert Duncan McNeill

Original air date: May 1, 2013

Plot Synopsis:

Sam and Dean search for the Word's author, Metatron. Castiel tries to protect the angel tablet. Kevin tries to solve the third trial under Crowley's supervision.

Features:

Crowley’s production of Kevin in Garth’s boat, Sam getting sicker, Cas taking advantage of quantum superposition, the Word of God at Stanford, the crack in Cas’ chassis, angel bullets, Crowley shooting Cas, Sir Galahad’s quest, Metatron’s introduction, Cas digging a bullet out of his stomach to shove in someone’s eye, humanity’s storytelling, the final trial.

My Thoughts:

I barely remembered this episode and it was SO good. Both a Cas and a Sam thesis. Cas cares so deeply about humanity that he is willing to figuratively and literally dig things out of his own stomach to protect it. Sam as a former believer experiencing so much religious catharsis through suffering because he thinks he can purify himself. 

Angels are so deeply Other in this episode. I love the uniformity of a chain restaurant being a loophole in their programming that protects Cas, and I LOVE the directing on the Cas scenes while he pops back and forth between them. The shift into the one that the angels have trashed is so jarring and so effective. Naomi is a top tier villain because her motives are so strong and she has no qualms with doing whatever it takes to achieve them. I want her and Crowley’s backstory so badly, but I don’t think we ever get it. 

I love the full circle moment of Metatron saying that when you create stories you become God; so soon we’re going to learn that this really is all a story that God was telling to amuse himself. 

Notable Lines:

“So screw you, screw God and everybody in between!”

“We were supposed to be their shepherds, not their murderers.”

“How many times have you torn into my head and washed it clean?” “Frankly? Too damn many. You're the famous spanner in the works. Honestly, I think you came off the line with a crack in your chassis. You have never done what you were told. Not completely. You don't even die right, do you?”

“I remember looking at this picture of Sir Galahad, and he was kneeling, and— and light streaming over his face, and— I remember thinking I could never go on a quest like that. Because I'm not clean. I mean, I was just a little kid. You think... maybe I knew? I mean, deep down, that I had demon blood in me, and about the evil of it, and that I'm— wasn't pure?”

“We aren't machines for them to program and reprogram. That wasn't what this was meant to be.”

“When you create stories, you become gods, of tiny, intricate dimensions unto themselves.”

Laura’s (completely subjective) Episode Rating: 9.2

IMdB Rating: 8.6

In Conclusion: Ben Edlund is my BEST friend. 

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[yelenasdog]

romance and espionage (eggsy unwin x fem reader)

genre: fluff w/ whole lotta angst

summary: who knew names could be such a touchy subject?

words: 2.4k

warnings: literally saying fuck everyother sentence, kissing, golden circle spoilers (is that a thing? idk), mentions of harry’s supposed death, mentions of roxy’s death, guns, and i think thats it.

ok, all my cm moots don’t judge me. 

a/n: ight so uhh as i’m posting this i’m finding out taron is an incel so that’s kinda oW but uhh i haven’t seen the secret service, i just rewatched the golden circle the other night and hyperfixated on taron so... uh here’s this LMAO. also! this takes place after the golden circle, and reader took roxy’s spot as lancelot. ok enjoy!!

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“God, Eggsy, would you quiet down?!”

He snarled meanly in a way that could make Bennie and Jet’s metallic forms cower in fear, his thin lips turning into a grimace.

“Don't call me that here. It’s Galahad, and Galahad only.”

The other agent only scoffed, rolling her eyes.

Lancelot’s surroundings were dark, although quite stunning nonetheless. It was clear and starry night sky, perfect for romance, the worst for espionage. The air felt so refreshing on her skin, allowing her to feel free in some way, even just for a moment, which she savoured, as a feeling such as that was rare in her line of work.

Now, if the girl had been with someone other than the annoying, prickish, and (even though it pained her to the highest degree to say it) handsome fellow, she maybe would have tried to have a little fun to pass the time. Maybe fool around a bit, fraternize with a coworker, eh?

But alas, ever the one with amazing luck, she was stuck with him. 

Which meant rather than perhaps getting crescent shaped markings on her hips from a quick rondevu under the indigo sky and sparkling stars, so roughly placed to match the moon that hung in it, she was crouching uncomfortably, only wishing that the former scenario was taking place.

 Not that she meant with fucking Eggsy, of course.

Well ok, maybe, just a tad.

“Fine, have it your way, Galahad.” She flailed her arms about in a jazz hand motion, making the blondy roll his twinkly eyes in a boyish manner. She fought the urge to grin widely, a warm feeling blooming in her chest, even at his obvious arrogance and upset towards her.

She wanted to blame his feelings towards her on her being a freshmen agent, recruited right after the convergence of Kingsman and Statesman in an effort to rebuild the organization. She had been childhood friends with Roxy, who had long ago tried to get Y/n to join the agency. When faced with her friend’s death, she wanted to honor her wishes, even if this wish was a little, well, extreme.

He only sighed in response to Y/n, tapping the side of his thick rimmed glasses twice.

Y/n’s eyes followed his hands as he did so, enjoying what she was seeing a great amount. She bit her bottom lip subconsciously, losing all focus that was there to begin with.

“Lancelot? Lancelot? For fucks sake, Y/n!”

She snapped her head up, her eyes becoming magnified even further through the faux tortoise shell glasses that Unwin would never admit framed her face wonderfully.

No, not a chance.

He wouldn’t dare even let the thought about how the soft skin of her freckled nose looked even more kissable, her eyes even more full of depth and wonder, or how kind and sweet she looked when she tucked a stray strand of hair away from her face. All because of the damned glasses. Never.

So rather, he settled for pointing over to where the subject of their stakeout was now standing, gun in hand as he conversed with one of his comrades.

But although her body followed his, listening to his directions, most of the information was going in one ear out the other, her brilliant mind occupied by a certain agent and his endeavors.

She was hard in thought, wondering about names of all things. A simple subject, easy to address, you would think. But apparently it was not so, not at all.

You see, Eggsy never had called Y/n by her name. It was always either “Lancelot”, or “Agent”, Y/n only being used for the exception of if he needed to quickly grab her attention.

And on the flip side, she was never allowed to call him anything other than Galahad. Agent was sparse, it put her on very thin ice, close to splitting at any second with no prior notice.

Now obviously, with Y/n being Y/n, she was determined to crack his rough exterior, despite however much he presented himself as “unbreakable”. (His words, not hers.) So, much to his displeasure, she often called out a quick “Oi, Unwin!”, or a “Jesus, Eggsy!” whenever he got in her way, which usually resulted in a similar distasteful glance to what she was recieving now being shot in her direction.

“Alright, Eggsy, I’m thinking that his partner is-“ She used her glasses X-Ray feature, confirming her suspicions. “The partner is in the abandoned pharmacy across the street, should we wait or go now?” He was silent, staring straight ahead, scrutinizing nothing in particular with a stare that was set in stone. 

She whistled lowly, waving a hand in front of his face.

“Eggsyyy-“

“Lancelot, would you shut the hell up! Don’t fucking call me that!” He stood up, leaving a vulnerable feeling Y/n in his wake.

Y/n’s jaw was suddenly like it was wired shut. She was paralyzed, unable to speak, only keeping her gaze fixated on Galahad.

“Look, I’m sorry-“

“Yeah, well good, then! When will you ever learn, we’re not friends, nor will we ever be. Get it through you’re fuckin’ head. It’s like you think you’re Roxy or some shit-“

Sadness and guilt turned to anger rather quickly for Y/n at his unfortunate choice of words.

“Stop it! Would you please, just stop it! For fucks sake!” Her voice was harsh, something he never would had never expected out of Y/n. Tears sprung into her eyes, and her teeth sunk into her bottom lip, no doubt drawing crimson liquid in the process. She tasted iron on her tongue, feeling it seep into her taste buds.

“Lancelo-“

“Fucking hell, shut the fuck up! Really, please, Galahad, listen to me, for once in your life.” She was the one who shot up, inching closer to him with every word. The sticks and leaves crunched under her feet, causing her to cringe at the sound, hoping it didn’t alert the targets.

He nodded solemnly, his jaw locking up, and his hands she had been admiring only seconds before clamped into fists at his sides.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, Harry’s words of “remember your training” ringing through her head. She internally began chanting it like a mantra of sorts.

But if she was being honest, she couldn't quite remember a chapter in the Kingsman handbook (that she most definitely did read during training) that talked about emotional distress due to your coworker who you’re extremely attracted to calling you only by your dead best friend's name, but hey, who knows.

“I know I'm not Roxy. Nobody else could ever be Roxy. I know that, you know that, hell, she knew that. And I would say that you have no idea how it feels to be reminded of one of your closest friends who is dead every time someone calls you by a name that feels as if it isn’t your own, but you do, Galahad. Or you did. But now Harry is back and- and Roxy, well Roxy is gone!”

A single tear slipped out of her left eye. The agent in front of her felt a strong urge wipe away the tears he now felt guilty for playing a large part in. But he resisted, his hands remaining stuck to his side.

“So why would you do this? Say these things, act this way, when you know I have to live every day with you for some reason calling me Lancelot in every situation and me having to call you Galahad all the same! Maybe I shouldn’t have stepped up to be Lancelot when Roxy was killed, if I can’t handle it, can’t handle the dehumanization that comes with only being known as an emotionless fuckin’ agent to you.” 

She stopped, hanging her head. She looked over to the flickering neon lights of the pharmacy, watching the outlines of the targets move around.

“I honestly have no idea if any of that made sense, or if I’m just rambling, I don’t fucking have the slightest idea what the fuck I’m even doing anymore.” Her voice got significantly more quiet, her sentences reduced to mumbles.

Aside from the target and his partners yelling at each other, it was so silent you could hear a pin drop.

His usually stern tone he took with the girl was softer now as he spoke, “You made perfect sense.”

She gave him a half smile before continuing, feeling oddly validated by his words. 

“But what I’m trying to say, Galahad, is that I’m a fucking human being. I have a life outside of this Godforsaken job, and-and emotions, too! I mean, I might even have kids that you don’t know about!”

He internally rolled his eyes, yet again fighting another urge, this time to smile widely at Y/n. Weird.

“Do you have kids I don’t know about-“

“Of course I don’t!”

They shared a short laugh as their words overlapped, harmonizing in a sweet way, their voices like thick and golden honey. Weird.

The two were then succumbed to a blanket of comfortable silence, but only for a short moment before the hushed whispers of Unwin’s voice were heard.

“D’you wanna know why?”

Y/n cocked her head, beckoning him to go on with whatever it was he was going to say. “Why what?”

“Why I only call you Lancelot, why I don’t let you call me Eggsy.”

She nodded, sitting down once more and tucking her leg under her chin in a manner that Eggsy found endearing and adorable. It distracted him slightly, but not long enough for his starry eyed staring to become creepy. Not that Y/n would have it in her capacity to ever think that of him, if she was being honest.

“If I start to think of you as ‘Y/n’, rather than Lancelot things get too real. If you hurt, o-or if you get kidnapped, or God forbid- die.” He momentarily paused, looking up to meet Y/n’s eyes.

“It would make it all too real. I can’t do that, Y/n. After what happened to Harry and then Roxy, and everyone else,” he shook his head, his expression showing him close to crying at the thought of what he was speaking of.

“I can’t lose you too.”

It was like her soul had become visibly lighter, feeling an unimaginable relief flood throughout her system at his proclamation. She was able to come down from her, so to say, “high” almost as soon as she had started it, placing her hands on his, using them as leverage to pull herself up.

“You can’t be so afraid, Galahad. You gotta, you know,” she shrugged, offering him a small smile.

“Live a little.” She moved to look down to meet his eyes where his head was suspended in shame, forcing him to look back up.

“And also, try not to let your fear turn you into a dick, which is by all means just a suggestion.” Y/n laughed at the last bit, smiling and glancing to the side slightly.

They both shared a second laugh together, and it seemed as if for a short while, time stopped. It was just the two of them, features illuminated by the pale moonlight. No target, no saving the world, nothing. Just them. 

So he reached forward, unsure if what he was doing was the right thing, just like always. The damn question of righteousness was engrained in his brain, restricting him like it did majority of the time. But for once, he decided to disregard it in it’s entirety.

So throwing all caution to the wind, unable to contain himself any longer, he closed the small gap left between the two, connecting their lips in a long awaited kiss.

One of his hands flew to the side of her face, the other wrapping around her waist, pulling her closer with a squeal. He laughed into the union, and she only smiled. One of her hands went to entangle itself with his on her waist, the other resting on his shoulder.

She could smell his cologne that he most definitely should not have been wearing per Kingsman on the job regulations, and welcomed the scent, doing her best to commit it to memory, a permanent reminder of what it felt like to be so close to the man.

After what seemed like a long time (but never long enough, honestly) they pulled away, panting for breath. Their foreheads rested on each other’s, the cool night air flowing around them, calming the pair completely.

Still struggling to catch his breath, Eggsy reached forward, taking both of her hands. He ran small circles over her knuckles in a way that made her heart flutter, before dropping them gently, reaching a hand out.

“Let's start over.”

She giggled and widely grinned, and he swore it was becoming his favorite thing in existence when she would do either of those wondrous things.

“Come on, put her there.” He shook his hand slightly making a silly face as well, widening his eyes and looking back and forth from his hand and her face. She placed it in his, proudly smirking as she did so. Their shiny rings clanged, which resulted in another small giggle errupting from her throat.

 He shook it back and forth, a sly smile painting itself on his lips. 

“Pleasure to meet you, Eggsy Unwin.”

She quirked an eyebrow, retracting her hand momentarily, letting it linger in the air.

“Eggsy, hmm? Bit of an odd name, don’t you think?”

He scoffed, placing his hand over his heart in false offense.

“Well if it’s so bad, what’s yours then?”

“Y/n Y/l/n.”

He looked to his feet momentarily, lifting his hands on either side of his head. “I digress, you win.”

She bit her bottom lip again, wincing as she hit the same spot from before. She ran her tongue over it, breathing out quickly.

“I’m not so sure. I think Eggsy is growing on me.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.”

They smiled at each other like lovesick teenagers, still lost within the moment.

And although the bubble of ignorant bliss they were in was something the two of them never wanted to leave, it was sadly inevitable that it would be popped at some point in time.

And almost like an alarm to wake them up from a beautiful dream, gunfire was able to be heard ringing throughout the building across the way.

They pulled apart with a groan coming from Y/n, and a “For fucks sake” from Eggsy. With displeasure lacing their expressions, they began to run towards the pharmacy when Y/n felt a hand tug at her wrist.

“Y/n wait!”

Her eyes widened as she looked at him as if he was a mad man, only slowing to a backwards jog. She gestured around her to the burst of red and orange explosions that were now going off around her, screaming “What?!”

He sprinted to catch up with her forcing her to come to a complete stop with a firm hold on her shoulders.

“Eggsy, come on! Lets go- Ah!”

He cut her off with a firm kiss, gripping the sides of her head, scrunching his fingers in her hair. She let a small moan slip out at the feeling, which he responded to by chuckling. He then pulled away, a shit eating grin written on his face. 

She stood in shock, unable to move from her place. He started running, turning over his shoulder.

“Come on, Y/n, keep up!”

Not focusing on where he was going, he tripped over himself, letting out a small yell of surprise. Y/n laughed loudly, going to chase after him with a miniscule shake of her head at his antics.

But nonetheless, the only thing going through Y/n’s mind during that situation that should have been horrifying, was that maybe she was wrong all this time.

Romance and espionage did go well together, especially when it was with Y/n and Eggsy.

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hello!!! so this was a multi-fandom account to begin with anyways so honestly i feel like i should start a seperate masterlist for “hj’s hyperfixations”. but yah this was my first fic for him and idk if i’ll do another but i hope u enjoyed this! also it’s my bday tomorrow (sept 7th) so this is a self indulgent fic. as a treat. ok love u bye!

xx hj

also avery asked me to tag her so @spideyspencer​ LMAO i’m so sorry for this mess.