#harbinger of fashion calamity

[lavandulawrites]

Okay but here me out with this idea, I don know why my brain made this connection but cause Snezhnaya is snowy and stuff and Snow White normally takes place in a snowy climate.

Capitano with a Snow White darling.

Like with the Calamity saw her once or twice before she fell asleep, and she is like the former Cryo Archon’s daughter or something. So when her father dies she falls asleep as since he created her out of snow or something to be his daughter, she lives off of his power or the abyssal power corrupts her body so much that she gets so weak and falls into a deep slumber. The Tsaritsa has her body in room in the Zapolyarny Palace, taken care of while she slumbers for hundreds of years.

So then when Capitano becomes the first of the Fatui Harbingers he finally sees her again, only in a sleep like death.

Snow White

Yandere Capitano x reader

This such an amazing idea!╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ I’ve always loved Snow White and it’s such a fitting concept for Capitano. (Let me know if anyone wanna be apart of my taglist).

Masterlist

Warnings: obsession, future murder, delusional Capitano, female reader

Word count: 901

The first time he saw you, you were sitting in the winter garden within the place. Your hair was elegantly braided in Snezhnayan fashion. Your makeup was minimal, but well suited. Your pale blue gown was flowy, yet warm given the white fur that was sewn onto the sleeves, the end of the skirt and the collar.

His breath was uncharacteristically caught in his throat at the sight of your beauty. You had looked up at him with a gentle and innocent smile. You didn’t seem intimidated by his towering height nor his muscular form.

The second time he saw you was at a ball hosted by the cryo archon. That was the day he learned you had been brought into existence by the powers of the archon, your father. Capitano found himself even more awestruck at your beauty, knowing your existence was above human nature. Your eyes had a certain glow one would never find in human beings. Your ethereal beauty stunned everyone that looked your way as you moved around the grand ballroom in your gown that sparkled like ice crystals.

The Captain bowed before you as he asked for a dance. You happily obliged. One of his large hand found the small of your back. The other held your hand gently as he lead you through the room in fluid dance that even surprised him. You were a talented dancer and he felt blessed by the heavens above to be in your presence. For once he longed for an entity above humans. His Khaenri'an kin and companions would be greatly disappointed to see him like this, but the black haired man could not care less. Not when he had found the woman he could imagine spending eternity with.

The evening came to an halt sooner than he had expected, and soon he saw you bid him farewell with a wave of your hand and a bright smile upon your lips.

Centuries had passed since the former archon had died and you, his daughter, had fallen into an eternal sleep. He kneeled before the Tsaritsa as she made him the first ranking Harbinger. He was a proud man and promised to serve her and her country for an eternity. He took her pale delicate hand in his large hand. A black colour with faint cobalt blue lines had started to form on his fingertips as a sign of the curse. He brought his hand to his mouth and kissed her gently. She smiled down at him with what resembled motherly love.

After the ceremony he was left alone, free to roam the palace. The new archon had placed great trust in him. He wandered the palace with his head held high and with a new identity. His steps came to an halt when he was faced with a large set of doors that looked like they were made of thick ice. He couldn’t see through them as their thickness was too great, but he sensed a presence behind them that lured him closer.

His hand itched towards the handle with a pull of an invisible force. As in a trance he opened the doors. They were heavy, but it was no struggle thanks to his inhuman strength. The room was dark except the small ice lanterns that casted a dim icy light. The room was lacking in interior, save for the lanterns and a big clear ice coffin. He could faintly see the outline of a person inside it.

Capitano’s feet moved on their own accord towards the enigmatic coffin. As he came closer he got a good look at the person inside. His heart hammered against his chest and his throat closed at the sight of you. When he saw that your chest heaved gently, he let out a shaky breath of relief. Finally, finally after all those years he got to see you again. He had thought it was a myth that the daughter of the former archon, the woman made of snow and ice, was sleeping in a ice coffin within the palace.

Capitano placed his hand on the lid. The cold ice sent a biting sensation through his gloveless hand, but he could not care less. How could he when the love of his life was right before him?

“Don’t worry, my princess. I will get us reunited sooner or later. Just be patient” he whispered as he kneeled before you with a hand over his heart. “I promise.”

He slowly rose to his feet when an idea struck him. His movements stilled as his blue eyes were locked onto your sleeping form. What kind of man would he be if he left you alone? He gritted his teeth as hot raging hatred filled his cursed veins. How could your father be so careless? Capitano wished with all his heart that your father would appear before him alive, just so he could kill him again.

He would find away to convince the Tsaritsa to let him away your hand in marriage. He would also have to find everyone underneath the former archon’s court and kill them for their inability of taking care of you. After he was done, he would finally have you all to himself. Waking you up shouldn’t be too difficult with a little bit of help from his colleagues and her Majesty.

You would never get out of his reach ever again.

[imaginaryshorts]

The Legend of the Crimson Flame

Once upon a time, in the majestic kingdom of Eldoria, there was a rare beast adorned with scarlet scales as shiny as rubies gleaming under the sunlight. The creature was a profound creature of myth and fascination—a red dragon with brilliant blue eyes known as Ignis, the Crimson Flame.

Ignis was not an ordinary dragon. His scales, painted in an audacious blood-red hue, shimmered in the Eldorian sun, reflecting a passionate blaze, unlike the traditional draconic palette of green and gold. But the most striking of Ignis's features were his eyes. They were large orbs of sapphire that radiated piercing light, as calm and deep as the vast northern seas. Contrasting the fiery aura projected by his robust figure, his eyes had the calmness and wisdom of the old world.

Ignis remained concealed during the day, hiding in caves etched into the Eldoria's mountains. But as dusk fell and the blanket of twilight descended upon the land, Ignis used to unfurl his wings, each one as wide as a ship's sail, and embarked on his majestic evening flights.

Despite his awe-inspiring appearance, Ignis was not a monster. He had a benevolent nature that contradicted the popular fearsome depictions of dragons. He safeguarded Eldoria from lethal beasts, menacing trolls, and voracious sea serpents. People used to comprehend Ignis's flights as the harbinger of safety, his blazing form against the night sky, a beacon of hope.

However, Ignis's most extraordinary feature was not his physical prowess or astounding beauty but his magical power. The blue-eyed Beast of Bountiful Blaze had a high sense of perception and could understand and converse in the language of humans.

One fateful stormy night, calamity struck. A mighty sea monster, Tidemaw, arose from the dark depths of the Northern Ocean and launched an assault on Eldoria. The city walls, fashioned from rocks and iron, proved futile against Tidemaw's wrath. Desperate and fearful, the Eldorian King, King Eadric, braced to seek Ignis's help.

With a heart bubbling with desperation and hope, King Eadric climbed the perilous mountain path and spoke to Ignis in a language no other human could. The king pleaded, telling tales of mass destruction and looming dread. Ignis, understanding the grim situation, granted the king's request. He flew towards the city, his blue eyes glowing with determination beneath the stormy night.

The battle was fierce and devastating. Tidemaw's tremendous power almost matched Ignis's intense flames. But with every breath, Ignis roared out infernos that raged hotter and brighter, his blue eyes shining like a lighthouse amidst the stormy chaos. Ultimately, Tidemaw was forced into retreat, screeching in torment, fleeing back into the obscure waters from whence it came.

Ignis returned to King Eadric, weary from his battle. The king, however, was not the only one waiting. The people of Eldoria had come forth to cheer for their savior. They hailed Ignis as their protector, and that night, the kingdom celebrated the victory of their "Crimson Flame."

Thus, Ignis, the red dragon with blue eyes, took his place not just in the skies of Eldora but also in the hearts of its people as a protector, savior, and, most importantly, a legend. Forever embedded in the annals of Eldorian history, the saga of the Crimson Flame will echo for generations to come.

[honeylemonbutte]

I made a new Harbinger of Calamity. I'm usually a "one MC for all runs" type of player, but I needed a new character to romance my bro Cassiar.

I spent a lot of time thinking about this so meet my characters.

Sisseline Facts

Lived, died, brought back for mysterious reasons? Does not care. Here for a good time, not a long time. One brain cell. Loves showing off the scar she got from the former Knight Commander. Loves fashion.

Romancing: Iina (Asol on a different run)

Abyssal: Mist form, elemental powers

Shian: wine aunt/terrible older sister, mixture of spoiling them and absently teaching them

Yolen Facts

Prideful and curious. Proud of the accomplishments of humans, feels it is his duty as Harbinger of Calamity to continually challenge humanity. Deeply curious about why he is back and all the changes that have happened while he was gone. Has curly fur in his abyssal form so gets cold easily.

Romancing: Cassiar (and Freida and Divyan, I mean why not)

Abyssal: humanoid giant, blood powers

Shian: father figure, full stop. Thanks for the free kid, weird scientists!

My MCs from Fell Star @fell-star-if

[kudosmyhero]

Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (vol. 1) #15: Dome Doom!

Read Date: June 10, 2023 Cover Date: August 1988 ● Writer: Peter Laird ● Pencils: Peter Laird ● Inks: Jim Lawson ● Letterer: Steve Lavigne ●

**HERE BE SPOILERS: Skip ahead to the fan art/podcast to avoid spoilers

Reactions As I Read: ● Daredevil name drop <3 ● heh, a sort of Dr. Doom name drop, too ● weird

● I’m reading some of the letters from fans. scathing! apparently I’m not alone in my “meh” feelings toward recent issues. one person writes, “The stories are slowly falling apart. Space-age, monster, future topics are not for the turtles. The Turtles belong on the streets.” agreed! later there is a pretty good smack-down of a karen named Bonnie ● 👏👏

Synopsis: This issue opens with Casey Jones, Raphael and Michelangelo checking out the comic books at Steve's Comics shop in Northampton, Massachusetts. As the guys search for cheap back issues, the store is attacked by weird little robots that crash through the front window brandishing maces. Raph, Mike and Casey start bashing the bogus 'bots as the shop's diminutive, long haired stock boy morphs into a costumed hero and joins the fray. Mikey smashes a robot and it flies into the forehead of the store's proprietor, an old gentleman named Stainless Steve… fortunately Steve has a forehead made of metal, so the head-on collision didn't affect him.

Once the robots are defeated, a holograph is projected from one of them. The image is of an ugly little man with a clear dome on the top of his head which reveals his brain. He announces that his name is Doctor Dome and that this attack on the Justice Force is but "a minor harbinger of the calamity to follow!" and then he laughs maniacally before the robot explodes and the projection is lost.

Mike, Raph and Casey are confused, so Stainless Steve explains the situation. Apparently the Justice Force is a retired group of superheroes and Dome is their old adversary. The appearance of the villain is as much of a surprise to Steve as it is to Raph, Mike and Casey. Stainless Steve uses an old J.F. communicator to signal the rest of the team, which consists of Stainless Steve, Metal Head (the stock boy), Captain Deadbolt, Zippy Lad, Joey Lastic the Rubberband and Battling Bernice.

Cut to Doctor Dome's headquarters where he's gloating over Steve falling into his hands and reuniting the Justice Force in Northampton. When they all arrive, Dome will "achieve his ultimate goal!"

Steve takes Mike, Raph, Donatello, Leonardo and Casey to his huge house out in the suburbs to introduce them to the Justice Force. The Turtles have offered their assistance in defeating Doctor Dome and his mechanical minions. As the group arrives at the front door, Steve remarks that he hadn't left it unlocked… but it is now. Everyone prepares for battle. Our heroes burst through the doors and are met by a costumed man in a wheelchair. "Zippy!" exclaims Metal Head as he rushes to hug his old friend. Joey Elastic is also there and the old timers explain how the years of wear and tear have taken a toll on their bodies and abilities, but they're still rarin' to go. We find out that Captain Deadbolt is missing and then the guys hear something on the roof. When Leo opens an attic window to find out what's going on, he's greeted by the sight of dozens of little robots, all armed with medieval weaponry. Leo and Casey get busy fighting the robots on the roof, while the others battle the invading machines downstairs. Our heroes win the skirmish in quick fashion, but are greeted on the front lawn by Doctor Dome in a giant robot that he dubs the Domebot.

Just then Battling Bernice shows up and kicks the giant mechanical beast in the knee, shattering it and causing the machine to collapse. Bernice then kicks out the windshield of the robot and drags Doctor Dome out. As BB holds Dome up by the collar and demands to know why the little villain is doing this, he explains that he wanted to bring her out of hiding, as he's been in love with her for 25 years and needed to see her again.

Bernice states that she isn't the original Battling Bernice, but her daughter, Ananda. Ananda tells Dome that her mother passed away 3 years ago, and that he has ruined his life by allowing her mother's rejection of him to turn him into a villain (apparently Dome had been a member of the Justice Force until he had a falling out with Bernice). As Ananda chastises Doctor Dome, Stainless Steve interrupts and offers the villain a chance for redemption—Steve asks Dome to move into his estate, where they can try to heal old wounds. Doctor Dome agrees.

Later, we see Raph and Mike on the porch of the farmhouse. Mike is reading an old Justice Force comic while Raph ponders how long the truce will last.

"Good question, Raph," Mike ponders, "I'd say they've got a 50/50 chance… time heals all wounds, right? Right?"

Raph stands in silence.

(https://turtlepedia.fandom.com/wiki/Dome_Doom!)

Fan Art: TMNT fan art 20 by Rcaptain

Accompanying Podcast: ● Shellheads - episode 23

[purgatoriorpg]

THE INVITATIONS ARRIVE IN AN UNEXCEPTIONAL FASHION. Nondescript envelopes bearing no postmark, scattered to the wind with the targeted missile guidance of an air strike. They land on a polished desk of sterling chrome in a skyrise executive office; slipped into the pocket of an Hermès briefcase in a six star hotel bar; tucked beside the priceless van Der Westen coffee machine on gleaming kitchen countertop of imported Calacatta marble.

Fifteen invitations, fifteen locations — Paris, Seoul, Los Angeles, Vancouver, London, Mexico City — timed to arrive in flawless synchrony.

Inside: an envelope of fine, black cardstock, sealed with a crest that was impossible to forget. A gilded ram seared into scarlet wax, the curling filigree of its horns a naked omen. You never could tell whether it was a harbinger of fortune or calamity.

YOU ARE CORDIALLY INVITED TO CELEBRATE THE 5TH ANNIVERSARY OF THE DEATH OF JULIAN DE CERVANTES.

And on the back of the invitation: a provocation. A threat. Casus belli: the age-old promise of worse to come.

Whether it is insatiable curiosity, or the slow poisoning of fear, or perhaps even the primordial, seductive temptation of the unknown that coaxes you to accept, you do. You always have. Each and every single one of you. The last time he played his opening gambit and you all came calling, it was the last you glimpsed him in blood and flesh. Even in death, he was laughing at immortality—a brazen defiance of what even Lazarus could not do. Four days was nothing in the grand scheme of five magnificent, glorious years. Because fate has smiled upon you kindly, hasn’t she? In the years since Verdamme—since him—you have ascended to empires and kingdoms primed for your triumphant reign. You have conquered and you have flourished, gorged on decadence and depravity as you scaled the ceaseless ladders of power, privilege, success, glory.

Five years in which his indelible influence on you has lingered with a growing malignance, pervading everything you touch like an inverted Midas myth. His fingerprints are dusted across every lie and flicker of base instinct, the silhouette of his Morningstar smile in every buried crime and misdemeanour. All this time, he has been the skeleton key sunken into your very bones. The terrible truth lurking at the back of your throat that you swore would never taste the light of judgement or damnation.

On that night, five years ago, you conspired to kill the God of your self-proclaimed paradise. It was always inevitable that he would find a way to punish you for your defiance. Your unabashed hubris.

Now, the day of reckoning has dawned hungry and sun-consuming.

In a way, you all saw this coming. Eventually, even your own sins would grow bored of devouring you from within.

—  ⟡  —

You arrive in a cavalcade of private jets, luxury yachts, first-class red-eye flights. The summer breeze off the jetty teases playfully at the sleeves of this season’s resort wear, ruffling at perfectly manicured and pomaded hair. The salt and sunlight catch on your tongue, the taste of the Spanish Riviera melting hot and sweet across your skin.

From Marbella, it’s only an hour drive to your destination. Castilo de Cervantes. The kingdom of your wildest exploits and adventures, the lawless playground of every legendary bachannal and hedonistic celebration. Eden. The villa itself stands untouched by time or age, seemingly suspended in a state of otherworldly paradise. ALVAREZ, the Steward of Castilo de Cervantes greets you with a bow of the head and his aloof, austere smile. A polite nod to old world civility. You never knew what to make of the man, with his arctic refinement and severity. Some say he’s one of the most influential consiglieres in the De Cervantes family, others say he’s merely the last in a long line of butlers devoted to serving the family and its heirs. There’s no need for a tour, of course. You know this villa better than anyone living or dead—its prince had once welcome you into this very palace like home.

Dinner, ALVAREZ notes before he turns to leave, will be served at seven o’clock sharp. As is customary. The first night of the bachannal was always a feast of Julian’s choice—chefs flown in from all around the world to prepare Three Michelin star banquets of eight or more courses. And what was a bachannal without its traditions? Julian de Cervantes might well be dead, laid to rest in the family Mausoleum on the far side of the estate, but he lives in every inch of these walls, every extravagant room, every self-indulgent ritual and ceremony you used to reenact like religion. Perhaps is this what Julian wanted all along—a deus ex machina that transcended even immortality. In you, in all of you, his diamond-cut words, his philosophies and treatises on life, death and divinity, his proclivity for vice and riotous transgressions, live on. You, his posthumous sins incarnate.

You’ve gathered here, old friends and familiar faces, once-conspirators and abetters, for one reason and one reason only: to find out what Julian knew before he died. The how and why and when is irrelevant. In his hands, that secret is a ticking time bomb, a sleeper agent he has let lie all this time, waiting for the right moment to ignite. A final coup de grâce for the people he once loved like his own flesh and blood. A discordant note strikes against your ribs as you venture deeper into the villa, a feeling of distinct wrongness. Maybe it’s because this is a castle that now belongs to a ghost, a boy king dead before he could ever rule. Maybe it’s because, five years later, you’re not entirely certain whether it’s paradise or perdition that you’ve stepped foot into. In the DRAWING ROOM that you all naturally end up drifting to—the original omphalos around which you orbited in drunken revelry and morning-after misery—you notice that the old neoclassical-style portrait of Julian that used to hang on the wall above the fireplace, the one you used to all tease him mercilessly about as he bore your mockery with graceful chagrin—has been replaced with another painting. It’s the only thing you’ve seen so far of Castilo de Cervantes that has changed.

Again, that sense of wrongness. The settling of a malicious unease tightening in your throat. Nevertheless, you’re determined to make the most of this ersatz reunion, to kiss the cheeks of your old friends and revel in the warmth and brilliance of their company. Perhaps you do have one reason to be grateful that Julian has brought you all together once more. After all, the last time you were all in the same room you were there to bury him.

—  ⟡  —

As the title suggests, this first event drop is a PROLOGUE to ACT I, which will begin with the OPENING FEAST that takes place on the first night, as per tradition. This is intended to be a short and sweet event to allow players to begin interactions and threads before the rest of our cast hopefully arrives this coming Tuesday. After the second round of acceptances, ACT I will officially begin later in the week with the next event drop.

The timestamp for this event is MONDAY, 14TH JUNE 2021.

IC : CONTEXT & DETAILS.

Each character has been assigned an individual suite on the SECOND FLOOR of Castilo de Cervantes.

For thread locations, you can refer to the CASTILO DE CERVANTES locations page. Please note the PROHIBITED AREAS which include the entire THIRD FLOOR, the WINE CELLAR, and, of course, THE MAUSOLEUM. Upon arriving at the villa, ALVAREZ, the Steward of Castilo de Cervantes, briefed each character about these restricted areas with a polite request not to enter them under any circumstances.

The villa has a regular staff that maintains the estate and takes care of the needs of the guests. For now, there are no individual NPCs other than the Steward, but there are housekeeping staff and maids who can ensure guests have access to everything they need.

This will be outlined in upcoming event drops but the traditional SUMMER BACHANNAL that Julian used to host was an annual event that occurred each of the four years the characters were at Verdamme. The bachannal was centred around the Summer Solstice, which is on SUNDAY, 20TH JUNE 2021 in the game, and was always an event that lasted for two full weeks. Your character should arrive prepared to stay at least up to a week, with some expecting to stay longer. Some may be more skeptical than others about staying for the full two weeks to play out their old tradition, but the present mystery of why they were summoned and who had access to Julian’s former (or new) blackmail material will force them to stay until they discover those answers.

OOC : GAMEPLAY

Threads for this event drop can take place either on the day of arrival, or on the days before, for characters that may have reached out to each other, or are still in contact with each other.

Please make sure to drop me a DM before this Tuesday, 21st September about your character’s favourite liquor and favourite meal. Also, make sure your SUBMIT BOXES are open! These two things may or may not be connected.

For all characters, this will be the first time they are seeing the entire group together at the same time, however it is completely open for players to plot and discuss which characters have stayed in touch over the years and which have not.

Characters are welcome to speculate about the nature of why they are here and who has brought them together but it goes without saying that the majority will be skirting around the topic of the INVITATION and the blackmail it contained.

[dazaii-sann]

DAZAI x CHUUYA FANFICTION: ONE-SHOT [HUMAN]

"Chuuya~" A whine from a boy dressed in black annoyed Chuuya out of his wits.

"What?! We're currently on a fucking mission!"

The Mafiosi looked at the partners with confusion. Their expressions are so laughably good.  

"So… This is the double black?" The horde of Mafiosi said at the back of their minds.

"Damn it Dazai! The enemy's here."

"Eh?~ But I still wanna mess with Chuuya~"

"The actual fuck?"

The port mafia goons got no other choice but to protect those port mafia top brass from the enemy's flying bullets.

Did they really bring Port Mafia to its highest glory? These two brats?

After a minute of bickering, they finally dropped their childish demeanor.  

"Let's go, Chuuya."

Then something unimaginable happened. Well, unimaginable but expected. They're are the DOUBLE BLACK in the first place.

They spelled doom, literally.

Darkness engulfs the whole place, including the enemy's lifeline. Black… That's the only visible hue in sight.

In the center of that immense and dense object, there lies Chuuya, writhing in agony, eliminating the enemies out of his view.

Blood gushed from his mouth, his eyes, and even his nose. His ability might be destructive but it takes a toll on his body.

Corruption. The tainted sorrow's true form.

He's made as a weapon, to keep Arahabaki, the god of destruction, contained and under control.

He might be one of those ten calamities that might destroy the world. Who knows? Only time can tell.

When viewed from the onlookers' perspective, he seems so terrifying. Something out of this world, inhumane, a possible threat, and a harbinger of danger and death.

But a pair of sinister eyes saw it from a different angle.

He's just an insecure child.

He just wants someone to treat him as a human, and not as a disposable tool.

He's just a man who's afraid to lead, still frustrated with his former organization's demise.

Dazai saw it all.

Chuuya is Chuuya.

Not a vessel for Arahabaki.

Not the king of the Sheep.

Not one of the Port Mafia's candidates for being an executive.

Not as a tool that brings destruction wherever it goes.

He's just Chuuya. Nothing more. Nothing less.

And for him, that's the only thing that matters.

Chuuya already built his own identity, someone that he should be proud of.

He's such a fashion icon.

He's becoming a good and promising leader.

His special inclination towards wine.

That identity is someone that he wants to treasure, someone whom he wants to hold close.

And the identity that he longs to live on in someone's heart.

He wants to be remembered.

Not as a vessel.

Not as a weapon.

But as Chuuya, and the characteristics that he built based on himself.

And Dazai accepted it all.

All. As in everything.

Chuuya's inhumanity included.

During their Port Mafia breaks, he grabbed Chuuya's right hand, intertwining his with it. He plays with a small scar engraved in Chuuya's right wrist to always remind him that he's human. Much more human than what Chuuya thinks he is.

Chuuya is Dazai's most treasured human. Probably the most beautiful human that he ever saw.

And the human that he wants to live with for the rest of his life.

What's that emotion swirling inside his chest? Ah… Yes, that must be love that everyone's talking about.

That clichéd word repeatedly used by a lot of people.

He never thought that he might get caught by that cursed four-lettered word but now here he is, enslaved by that same word with one syllable.

And seeing Chuuya like that, in the middle of that dark void hurts him. A lot.  

Oh… So he's capable of feeling those things? He never knew, not until that very moment.  

He wanted to hold him, touch him, and claim him.  

Through him, he's able to feel those human emotions.  

When he's with Chuuya, his humanity was brought into emergence. It's always there, his humanity, but he's just too good at hiding it that even himself couldn't find it.

And Chuuya found it for him.

Dazai could no longer watch his partner suffer inside that darkness, the darkness that he hates the most.

In just a simple touch of a bandaged hand, a rampaging beast can be tamed.

But wait, it's not a hand.

Dazai leaned closer to Chuuya and he claimed his lips.

At that moment, the void starts to dissipate. Chuuya's corruption marks ceased existing. His eyes turned back into blue, and the first thing he saw is Dazai, kissing him beneath the moonlight, kissing him in between the debris and ruins caused by his corruption.

Without even realizing it, Chuuya responded to that kiss.

And Dazai's lips, it's too warm, like of a human.

Dazai's known as the Demon Prodigy of the Port Mafia, someone to be feared and respected.

He's cold-hearted, they say…

But how can they explain the warmth that Chuuya felt from him?

Dazai's no demon, but a human.

And to Chuuya, that's all that matters.

Minutes drift into space and Chuuya's strength ran out, probably because of corruption. Their lips parted and Chuuya's body was about to kiss the surface but a hand stopped it from collapsing.

Dazai, then allows Chuuya to rest on his lap like they always do. He ran his fingers on Chuuya's reddish long hair, attempting to calm Chuuya's heart from the fear that corruption caused him.

"Dazai…" He heard Chuuya whispered his name. He's still sleeping though. Probably, he met Dazai on the land of dreams, annoying him like always.

Dazai let out a smile, a genuine smile that rarely comes out from his lips. "I'm here, Chuuya."

They're the Double Black, the most terrifying rivalry in history.

One is a demon, and the other one is the destruction…

… But they are each others' favorite humans.

 -END-

[loruleanheart]

Desired Fate, Chapter 6

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Master Kohga, Sooga, and the Harbinger were waiting as Astor emerged from the Lost Woods.

“Well? Don’t keep us in suspense, three eyes. Did you manage to kill the princess?”

Astor ignored Kohga, staying silent. Astor’s attention was drawn to the Harbinger. It was emitting malice like a smokestack. The little black Guardian gave an ear-piercing shriek that made all three men cover their ears. It scuttled over to Astor, giving him a swift and stinging slap to the knee with its mechanical leg.

“Oh!” The prophet recoiled more in surprise than in pain.

“Ha! Now I HAVE to hear what happened!” The Yiga leader crowed.

“Fate intervened and saved the girl,” Astor stated, in a matter of fact way. He wasn’t even disappointed he had failed to end her life. Not even a little… And that’s what really scared him.

The Harbinger gave a series of enraged distorted beeps at the prophet.

Sooga gave a small laugh. “Ah, yes… Fate is fickle…”

“Well... there will be more opportunities... As long as the deed is done before she can unlock her power,” said the prophet, trying to sound as convincing as possible, although he wasn’t sure who he was trying to convince.

“We’re never going to let you live this down. Not after the way you spoke to us before. And it looks like your Harbinger sees likewise. Lord Ganon’s chosen or not, you are not one of us. The Yiga Clan is not to be trifled with or strung along with your delusions of grandeur. Do I make myself clear, seer?”

“You tell him, Sooga!” Kohga chimed in.

Astor was growing exasperated. He couldn’t believe he was going to have to beg and manipulate these two degenerates to continue to ally with him. The prophet bit his tongue. “We are bound in the name of Calamity Ganon and by fate. We will need each other’s help if we are to achieve Lord Ganon’s grand purpose.”

The Yiga Leaders seemed uninspired by the prophet’s words.

“Alright. Let’s call it even then! You sure are terrible at prophesying your failures, little lord malice.” Kohga chuckled.

The three began to walk. The Harbinger continued to smack at the backs of Astor’s knees with its mechanical legs. Astor tried to stay a few steps ahead of its reach. As they walked, he explained at length what happened, embellishing the fight, and leaving out the part where the princess had asked her knight to spare his life. He couldn’t make sense of it. He never would have foreseen she would do something like that, nor could he understand why. He had nearly killed her after all. Young and full of sweetness and Hylia’s light she may be, no one was that forgiving. And then he thought about what he’d do if she and the knight had succeeded in capturing him.

So she thinks she can stop me from carrying out my destiny and convince me to turn against the Calamity? There is nothing that foolish girl can do to stop the Calamity, apart from finding her power...

And there it was... Deep down inside he knew the truth. The Calamity would still happen with or without him, and that was such a crippling thought.

“Good job, Three-Eyes! You may not have killed the princess, but at least you broke her widdle toy.” Kohga clapped his hands in a slow sarcastic manner. “I bet that took the wind out of her sails.”

“It did actually... Although I barely got to savor the look on her face. That Guardian was capable of a great deal. And now, thanks to my efforts it won’t cause further interference.”

“Like what? Playing a tune when she’s feeling sad?” Sooga challenged.

Kohga laughed. “A banana peel could do a better job of killing her than prophecy man here! I could throw it at her feet and she’d fall and crack her skull! Boom! Done! Game Over!”

Astor gave a sardonic scoff. “And yet, you already had your chance and you didn’t.  Nice try… Trust me when I say that now that the Guardian is no more, the future will proceed as it must, according to fate’s design.”

oOo

Impa and Princess Zelda closed in on the Royal Tech Lab, an imposing stone structure with an oversized Sheikah telescope on the roof. The Royal Tech Lab had only come to be in the recent past, having been built specifically for research of Guardians and other ancient Sheikah technology to oppose the resurrection of Calamity Ganon.

Impa looked down at the box she carried with a somber expression. “I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I miss the Guardian already.” 

Zelda acknowledged this with a nod of her head. “All isn’t lost yet.”

The two entered the Royal Tech Lab, transitioning from being in brilliant sunlight into the more subdued dimness of the laboratory. 

Purah and Robbie surveyed the wreckage that was the mysterious Guardian, it’s parts grimly but neatly arranged to make sure it was all there.

Robbie shook his head. “Oh, the one of a kind Guardian model…” He said in a rather dramatic fashion.

Zelda hesitated. “A-are you saying it can’t be repaired?”

“Oh, no,” Purah corrected. “I think it can be done. But it’s going to take some time.”

“I see…” Zelda gave a relieved sigh. “Then I have an additional favor to ask..”

“What’s that, Princess?” Purah blinked. The older sister of Impa was more worldly than other more traditional Sheikah women, having painted fingernails and a red streak through her naturally snow-white hair.

“If you find any additional data within the Guardian, please let me know right away, no matter how insignificant it may seem.”

“Will do, Your Highness. Not a problem.” Purah reassured. “I’ll just need the Sheikah Slate so I can transfer any potential remaining data.”

“Oh...” Zelda hesitated. “Alright. Um...” Zelda pushed back a lock of hair behind her ear. “The images that you initially extracted from the Guardian’s memory…” Zelda reached into her pouch for the Sheikah Slate. It was a longshot of an inquiry, but Robbie and Purah were researchers. Maybe they might know something after all. “Do you… know anything of this man? Perhaps, any accompanying data about him from the Guardian?” Zelda handed Purah the Sheikah Slate. 

Robbie and Purah took a long hard look at the man Zelda had come to know as Astor. Even Impa was craning her neck over Purah to try to see. Zelda stood by anxiously as they scrutinized the image.

Purah grinned slyly, studying Zelda’s expression.

“What….?” Zelda asked. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Can’t say I know anything, but it seems to me like you know more about this mystery man than you’re letting on. Am I correct?” Purah asked playfully.

“Well…”

“Your Highness…?” Impa took on a serious expression upon hearing her elder sister’s tone. “Why is this the first I’m hearing about this? This sounds like most crucial information.” Impa half-joked, although she sounded slightly cross.

“Well… his image was on the Sheikah Slate and I had a run-in with him yesterday… His name is Astor. And well, he is our enemy… He said he was chosen by Calamity Ganon and  from what I can tell, he can harness the Calamity’s power with an orb he carries.”

Impa rubbed her chin, seemingly confused by Zelda’s tone and demeanor. “I can’t help but worry for your safety, Your Highness… I’m just relieved you lived to tell. But you seem... excited to learn more about him…. Which is… bizarre, but I guess that’s the scholar in you.”

Zelda blushed. It wasn’t a completely inaccurate assessment. “Well… If I can manage to stop Astor, maybe the Calamity can be averted.”

“Hmm, I could easily believe he is some sort of fanatical follower of Calamity Ganon... He certainly gives off that vibe,” Robbie observed. “So, was it this... Astor who broke the Guardian?” Robbie enunciated the name oddly. Making a sort of double entendre. 

“Yes…” Zelda confirmed.

Robbie shook his head and grabbed a nearby box, beginning to scrape the pieces of the Guardian into it. “ALL HAIL CALAMITY GANON! HE SHALL PROVIDE!” Robbie said, doing his best Astor impersonation given what little information he had.

Zelda couldn’t help but giggle. It wasn’t that far off the mark.

“And I’m sure we can provide a repaired Guardian and perhaps even the information you seek… Just give us some time.” Robbie said, in a normal tone of voice.

“Thank you, Robbie. I appreciate it. “There’s also a strong possibility that this Guardian is… not one of a kind. There have been at least a few incidents of a Guardian like this one leading an attack on Rito Village.”

“Interesting…” Robbie remarked.

Purah was still watching Zelda’s reactions and smiling at her incredulously.

“Wipe that smirk off your face, Purah, or I’ll do it for you.” Impa hissed. “The Princess could have been killed!”

“Woah, calm down, sis. I was just trying to humor the Princess.”

“It’s alright, Impa, really....” Zelda offered nervously. 

“But, Your Highness…”

“I guess we should head back now. The Champion’s garments aren’t going to sew themselves.” Zelda sighed and headed for the door.

“Take care, Your Highness. Hope you get your man!” she called in a sing-song intonation, giving a brief wave goodbye, before being cut off by Impa’s stern voice.

“Ok, that's it!” Impa charged at Purah. Soon Impa was chasing Purah around the lab, using the main work table to keep distance between them.

“You WILL show respect to Her Highness!”

“‘I only meant it as ‘hope she can bring him to justice.’” Purah placated, innocently.

Robbie and Zelda shared a disconcerted look between them.

“Sisters...” Robbie crossed his arms, leaning back slightly against a wall to spectate. “Do you think they’ll still be fighting like this when they’re old and grey?”

[thecomicsnexus]

Dome Doom!

TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES #15 AUGUST 1988 BY PETER LAIRD AND JIM LAWSON

SYNOPSIS (FROM TURTLEPEDIA)

This issue opens with Casey Jones, Raphael and Michelangelo checking out the comic books at Steve's Comics shop in Northampton, Massachusetts. As the guys search for cheap back issues, the store is attacked by weird little robots that crash through the front window brandishing maces. Raph, Mike and Casey start bashing the bogus 'bots as the shop's diminutive, long haired stock boy morphs into a costumed hero and joins the fray. Mikey smashes a robot and it flies into the forehead of the store's proprietor, an old gentleman named Stainless Steve... fortunately Steve has a forehead made of metal, so the head-on collision didn't affect him.

Once the robots are defeated, a holograph is projected from one of them. The image is of an ugly little man with a clear dome on the top of his head which reveals his brain. He announces that his name is Dr. Dome and that this attack on the Justice Force is but "a minor harbinger of the calamity to follow!" and then he laughs maniacally before the robot explodes and the projection is lost.

Mike, Raph and Casey are confused, so Stainless Steve explains the situation. Apparently the Justice Force is a retired group of superheroes and Dome is their old adversary. The appearance of the villain is as much of a surprise to Steve as it is to Raph, Mike and Casey. Stainless Steve uses an old J.F. communicator to signal the rest of the team, which consists of Stainless Steve, Metal Head (the stock boy), Captain Deadbolt, Zippy Lad, Joey Lastic the Rubberband and Battling Bernice.

Cut to Dr. Dome's headquarters where he's gloating over Steve falling into his hands and reuniting the Justice Force in Northampton. When they all arrive, Dome will "achieve his ultimate goal!"

Steve takes Mike, Raph, Donatello, Leonardo and Casey to his huge house out in the suburbs to introduce them to the Justice Force. The Turtles have offered their assistance in defeating Dr. Dome and his mechanical minions. As the group arrives at the front door, Steve remarks that he hadn't left it unlocked... but it is now. Everyone prepares for battle. Our heroes burst through the doors and are met by a costumed man in a wheelchair. "Zippy!" exclaims Metal Head as he rushes to hug his old friend. Joey Elastic is also there and the old timers explain how the years of wear and tear have taken a toll on their bodies and abilities, but they're still rarin' to go. We find out that Captain Deadbolt is missing and then the guys hear something on the roof. When Leo opens an attic window to find out what's going on, he's greeted by the sight of dozens of little robots, all armed with medieval weaponry. Leo and Casey get busy fighting the robots on the roof, while the others battle the invading machines downstairs. Our heroes win the skirmish in quick fashion, but are greeted on the front lawn by Dr. Dome in a giant robot that he dubs the Domebot.

Just then Battling Bernice shows up and kicks the giant mechanical beast in the knee, shattering it and causing the machine to collapse. Bernice then kicks out the windshield of the robot and drags Dr. Dome out. As BB holds Dome up by the collar and demands to know why the little villain is doing this, he explains that he wanted to bring her out of hiding, as he's been in love with her for 25 years and needed to see her again.

Bernice states that she isn't the original Battling Bernice, but her daughter, Ananda. Ananda tells Dome that her mother passed away 3 years ago, and that he has ruined his life by allowing her mother's rejection of him to turn him into a villain (apparently Dome had been a member of the Justice Force until he had a falling out with Bernice). As Ananda chastises Dr. Dome, Stainless Steve interrupts and offers the villain a chance for redemption—Steve asks Dome to move into his estate, where they can try to heal old wounds. Dr. Dome agrees.

Later, we see Raph and Mike on the porch of the farmhouse. Mike is reading an old Justice Force comic while Raph ponders how long the truce will last.

"Good question, Raph," Mike ponders, "I'd say they've got a 50/50 chance... time heals all wounds, right? Right?"

Raph stands in silence.

REVIEW

This issue came out after issue 17. Around this time, according to the letters, some readers were angry at the changes in this title (and the TMNT franchise in general). I completely understand why. Such a successful property could have been a bit better in terms of reliability. But at the same time, it remained indie, which, at this point wasn’t an easy thing to do (they did go to Archie Comics for the tv adaptations, though).

The story reads as an homage to the Fantastic Four, there is not much to it. It is ok, I found the dialogues a bit odd (I know it’s a thing in TMNT, but in this issue some words felt too crazy).

In the end I think it was the intention all along, so I can give it a pass.

I give the issue a score of 8

[fae-fucker]

Zenith: Chapter 2-3

New content, woo! I haven’t snarked chapter 3 before, so this will be fun!

Chapter 2 

Turns out that going into hyperspace didn’t do anything to actually get them out of trouble, which makes me wonder how exactly they’ve managed to get away before if their equipment is so obviously shitty.

Update: As previously stated, the engines are now “too hot” to go back into hyperspace. The rest is still dumb, though.

The approaching ships were just behind them. Two black seekers, angular and sharp, and in between, a giant tracker ship. A monster in the sky.

Well, it’s not really “in the sky” now, is it. Just like there is no day or night in space, which I can’t believe I missed in the first chapter.

Update: The seeker ships are now “Explorers.” Idk why they made this change, but I guess they realized that the names were too similar.

Andi also gets a random flashback to when she saw the “Tracker” ships being announced at the “Academy” and we find out that she’s always wanted to fly. Great, not cliché at all, 10/10.

They’d outrun worse before, but something in Andi’s gut told her this wouldn’t be easy.

How? How did they outrun worse before if they’re struggling to outrun these basic bitches now?

Update: This line has been removed.

“Three of them, coming in from the south. Get to your stations, and prepare for immediate engagement. We’re going dark.”

“Going dark” apparently means that they activate some metal shields. We also find out that their ship is … made of glass? And when the shields “activate”, they somehow, for some reason, lose all light? Except there are windows, so they’re not actually going dark?

Several problems with this, and keep in mind that I’m not a fucking rocket scientist, but still:

I know Sasha is a huge fan or Throne of Glass but … seriously? THEIR SHIP IS MADE OF GLASS?!?!??!!??!! WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?!!

The way it’s written implies that before the shield closes over the ship, their ship is transparent, because Andi mentions “going dark” despite there being three “view ports” that weren’t there before? Just … why?

And what kind of ass-backwards engineering is this? Is there a huge space saved for just the shields when it’s folded up? What if something gets stuck or the mechanism malfunctions, are you just without a shield now? If the ship is so fragile that it needs extra shields, why the FUCK would you build it out of glass? I’m assuming the glass is SUPER DUPER HARDCORE, but apparently not hardcore enough to withstand a single hit? Then maybe don’t build ships out of glass? Now you’re carrying extra weight just because you chose your aesthetic over practicality and your stupid ship is literally made of glass. And it wouldn’t actually impact the weight or speed of the goddamn ship anway, since the shield is there whether it’s folded or active, so why the fuck isn’t it just on all the time? In fact, I would argue that it would fuck with the ship’s balance more when it’s folded, so you’d have to try to compensate for that instead of building the shields as PART OF THE ACTUAL SHIP, or build the goddamn ship out of metal so you don’t need BOTH A GLASS HULL AND EXTRA SHIELDS. Did they not have anything else “science-fiction-y” for Andi to do so they put this dumbass detail in?

Christ.

Update: There’s no update. They added that the glass is impenetrable but they still apparently need shields.

I’m so done with this and it’s only chapter 2, holy shit.

Andi almost passes out from exhaustion and thinks about some deep and edgy shit again before being pulled back to reality.

Update: There’s a mention of a “Spectre sigil” in the flashback and the Mass Effect vibes that Lira brought are now even stronger. We also find out that Andi is originally from Arcardius, like that Valen bloke. 

“Fike, Andi.” Breck’s voice was deep and throaty. “You didn’t say they were Patrolmen. Godstars, we’re gonna be space bits.”

[…]

“Gilly’s on Harbinger, I’m on Calamity. Permission to engage?”

This dialogue is pure gold.

I’ll point and laugh at Calamity, but all I can think of when they mention Harbinger is ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL and THIS HURTS YOU.

You’re right, Harbinger, it DOES hurt me.

Update: “Godstars, Andi.” Breck’s voice was deep and throaty. “I can see the sigil now. They’re Arcardian Patrol. We’re gonna be space bits.” 

And then Andi felt it.

The lurch.

The bump.

A knife of rage sliced through her. “Those bastards just shot at my ship.”

For a supposedly badass space pirate, you sure do seem surprised.

A bunch of knives of rage are slicing through me as I’m reading this.

“Take them down!” Andi commanded. “Go faster, Lira.” She clenched the armrests, leaning forward as if her body could help her ship pick up speed.

“I’m trying,” Lira said. “We haven’t refueled in weeks, Andi. At this rate, we’ll burn out. We’ll have to lose them instead of outrun them.”

“But without the cloaking system, we’re flying loose as a…”

Lira stopped her with a grin fit for a murderess. “I wasn’t talking about cloaking.”

MURDERESS.

MURDERESS.

M U R D E R E S S

M̪̭̘̗̱͍̟̑̇̐̉͊ͥͭ U R̰͉ D̸̖͖͍̞͚̖̔̔͋ͭͪ̆ Ẹ̒ͩ R͓̦̰̞̼ͧ͝ E̠̙̬ͬͣ͗ͪ̾̐̄̕ Sͩͯ̌͑ Ṣ̡͓ͪ

Update: They removed “murderess”, thank god. Instead, it says: Lira stopped her with a sly grin. “I wasn’t talking about cloaking.” 

So they blast off, again, and Lira seems to be planning to pull ye olde Let’s-Fly-Through-An-Asteroid-Belt-To-Lose-Our-Pursuers trick. Andi freaks out, which makes no sense. There’s no way they haven’t pulled this before, but I guess we need excitement so throw all logic out the fucking window.

I should also mention that IRL asteroids are extremely far away from each other, so going through an asteroid belt wouldn’t be like a tight car chase across a busy market in your average Hollywood piss-yellow Foreign Country. I won’t hold this against Shinsay though since a lot of famous space opera type things pull this too, but it’s worth noting still.

It was then that the ship’s mapping system came on, a cool female voice who guided their path, a comfort in the darkness. But today, the system’s words filled Andi with a cold, trembling dread.

Ah yes, don’t you guys find comfort in the dulcet tones of yous sweet sweet GPS? Why the fuck would you say it gives you comfort and then go UM EXCEPT NOT NOW. You did this in the previous chapter with the stars, too. Like what’s the point of establishing something one moment and then saying the exact opposite the next?

Update: It was then that Memory, the Marauder’s mapping system, came on, a cool female voice that usually guided their path, a comfort in the void of space. But today, Memory’s words filled Andi with a cold, trembling dread. 

Why did they name it ...

Lir raised a bare brow. “Have you no faith, Captain?”

Yes, she’s hairless, we get it. And this really does read like fucking Throne of Glass, except Throne of Glass at least could hide its awkward dialogue behind the “it’s old-timey” excuse, here it just makes no sense.

Andi loosed a breath, and ran her fingers through the ends of her purple and white braid.

Ah, so it wasn’t the space po-po. It was the fashion po-po, coming for Andi and her bad aesthetic.

Update: Andi loosed a breath and ran her fingers through the ends of her purple-and-white braid. 

Or maybe it was the grammar po-po.

Andi tightened her harness, silenced the prox alarms, and settled back as Lira pushed navigated the Marauder toward the Gollanta Asteroid Belt.

The Graveyard of the Galaxy.

The place where ships came to die.

Oh man. How exciting. I wonder if they’ll make it. It’s already the second chapter of the book, anything could happen!

Update: Andi asks Memory to play some classical music, because this is a cheesy action movie now, I guess, and it makes Andi “deep.”

Chapter 3

We seem to be in the POV of someone named Klaren and it’s “year twelve”, whatever that means. It’s all written in italics but I’ll just keep to my format.

THE GIRL WAS BORN TO DIE. 

In darkness she stood with her palms pressed to the cold glass of her tower. She was alone, protected as all of the Yielded were, staring out at the Conduit below. Swirls of black and silver and blue. An endless, starlit sea.

And uuh ... Yeah, that’s about all you need to know about this chapter, tbh. 

Also, the Conduit? A hairless blue space babe named Lira? A Spectre sigil? Harbinger? Y’all. Come on.

I honestly doubt Shinsay have played Mass Effect, but at this point it’s hard not to suspect it. 

This girl is one of the “Yielded”, who are people who do weird shit, I guess, and she’s locked up in her tower and wants to know what it would be like to be free for one day and make her own choices and all that jazz.

Anyway, she sees the sunrise and smiles because pretty! 

If her dreams were true, then someday she would use this smile for greatness. For glory. For the hope of her people.

Today she stood watching, far above the Conduit, as the red sun rose.

Cool cool.

I love the way this chapter absolutely breaks the momentum built up by the previous chapters and how it’s not even in the current timeline and doesn’t really give us any relevant info. 

It’s great.

[honeylemonbutte]

Harbinger of Calamity is rolling up to Templar HQ ready to fight one man. Honestly though, it’s more like a friendly fight. Like seeing an old buddy and immediately trying to kick their ass? @fell-star-if​

[honeylemonbutte]

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Just drawing my Harbinger of Calamity and Shian. After being away from the mortal plane for 1500 years, she’s got a unique fashion sense. Not to mention that she won’t even buy her own clothes, she’s perfectly content to take people’s hand-me-downs.

Also, can you imagine going to your local coffee chain at 7AM and seeing.... this?

Read Fell Star @fell-star-if​