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ladytauria · 1 year ago

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i think i reblogged it from you but never sent you questions, so for the book rec asks: 1, 13, 23, 44, 50, 54, 79, 92, 116, 130, 131 please!! thats A Lot, so feel free to pick and choose haha

ahhh thank u bean! i love talking books uwu

coming back up after answering to edit... um. bean, i'm so sorry for my answer on the last one xD i should have picked a different book. (i ranted. a little.)

1. a book that is close to your heart

there are a few books i could name, but i'm going to do the one i thought of first.

a girl of the limberlost. i only remember reading it once, but my mother is the one who gave it to me, and told me that it was a book she loved at my age at the time. (same with the secret garden.) so i can't think of that book without thinking of her, which makes it a little bit more special to me <3

13. your favorite romance novel

immediate impulse is to say legends and lattes by travis baldree bc. it's so good. however, while there is a romance i don't know if i would count it as a romance novel.

so.

the lady's guide to celestial mechanics. historical, sapphic, featuring both women in STEM (or, yknow, historical equiv) but also an appreciation for domestic arts / crafts normally looked down on. also there's an acknowledgement that homophobia existed, but there's none on page.

the prose is also gorgeous.

i don't actually read a ton of romance novels, but i've been trying to pick up more!

23. a book that is currently on your TBR

mmm, too many

but Our Wives Under the Sea - Julia Armfield went on sale on kindle the other day so! it's mine now <3 and one i've been eying for a while. the kindle cover isn't the one i wanted, but that's okay.

44. your favourite fantasy novel

a very large chunk of what i read is fantasy. this is HARD 😂

uhhh.

the locked tomb is technically sci-fi, isn't it?

fuck.

i'm gonna go with The Last Unicorn - Peter S. Beagle bc it is the only book i purposefully own more than one copy of! would love to get my hands on the graphic novel <3

honorary mention to the Inheritence Cycle bc reading Eragon was what got me to start writing my first novel.

which absolutely wasn't just. Eragon but with griffin riders instead.

(okay, legitimately, there were differences, but there was also definitely heavy inspiration.)

50. a book that made you cry a LOT

i don't actually cry at much? the last time i remember actually crying was when i was reading an abridged version of little women and beth died xD

i'm trying to think of another book which really grabbed me emotionally recently that also isn't. already on this list. and i'm coming up empty?

54. a book with the best opening line

i don't have a good memory for opening lines ^^; however for some reason i want to say The Lightning Thief, so. that's what i'm going with.

79. a book that reminds you of your favorite song

my favorite song changes by the moment, so i don't have answer for this one ^^;

92. a book about a redeemable villain

kay, so i almost answered this question with the book i gave for the next question, but i realized i don't? read a lot of multi pov books?? or at least not that i remember being such. i did remember one but it was the second in a duology, so.

so.

anyway!

the closest i can think of atm would be Empress of Forever by Max Gladstone. (highly rec this one, though i was a little disappointed when the pairing i wanted didn't happen xD)

116. a book with multiple povs

The Stars Are Legion by Kameron Hurley.

this book.

woof.

okay, so. if you are. remotely squeamish, like. at all? you might wanna give this one a pass. (def check storygraph / other places for trigger warnings. im also happy to elaborate myself, lol.) i am. very squeamish, and made it through only because the story grabbed me tight and wouldn't let go. the worldbuilding is extremely interesting. the characters are all very different and both likeable and unlikeable in a million different ways. but.

oh boy, it was a tough one.

if you're NOT squeamish, though--

it was a 4 or 5 star read for me, iirc, so, y'know. recommended. not sure i'll ever pick it up again, but like. do not regret reading.

130. a book featuring flashbacks and/or intersecting storylines

i know i've read others like this, but the book that comes to mind is--and i had to google this bc it's been so long since i read it---Thirst by Christopher Pike. It was also published under "The Last Vampire." i don't actually recommend them; i read them during my middle school vampire phase and even i remembered being a little mindboggled. mainly bc i think there was an alien abduction in... the second or third book? idk, i had an omnibus.

131. recommend any book you like!

there's only one answer i can give to this, tbh. the locked tomb series brainrot is real and deep and i am. both highly anticipating and dreading the release of alecto so.

i gotta recommend Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir.

that SAID, i am well aware that this book has a reputation on tumblr esp for being poorly summarized, as the most oft-used pitch is "lesbian necromancers in space."

this is not an inaccurate summary.

BUT.

it is also not complete.

so first, some expectations: it's sci-fi, definitely, but also there are a lot of fantasy vibes? probably because of the swords and the necromancy and the sworn knights-esque plot. uh. basically, it's sci-fi like star wars is sci-fi, but also it's. it's not star wars.

second thing: this series is unreliable narrator central. tamsyn picks the least qualified person in the group for you to follow the story with, and it works. so well. like, firstly bc ofc things get explained (some; it does drop you in and expect you to pick up a lot through context clues) but ALSO because you WILL pick up things you didn't on re-reads. i did a reread before Nona and spent half of it screaming. i'm not much of an annotator beyond highlighting some lines on kindle but i was commenting all over the place.

uh.

i still haven't talked about the plot, my bad.

Gideon the Ninth follows the titular Gideon, after her childhood nemesis and heir to the Ninth House, is invited to the First House by the God Emperor of the Nine Houses to seek quasi-immortality and join him in fighting a war as old as the Houses themselves. When they get there, though, they soon find their fellow heir-and-cavalier pairs being picked off one by one.

this book also features a lot of gay... not pining, not really, but like. Gideon likes women and her pov spends a lot of time appreciating the other women with them xD (this is also part of what makes her unreliable as a narrator. plot? what plot? gideon is here for thirsting, and a little bit of pining.)

also mild enemies to lovers vibes.

ALSO there are memes. there's a none pizza left beef joke in book 2, i'm still not over it.

does get a little squicky at times with loving descriptions of bones and viscera, though.

if i keep talking about this book i won't ever stop <3

[ book recs ask game ]

#bean... yet again you have my sincerest apologies xD #thank you for asking!!#asks and answers #ask gaming #livvyreads #this-was-a-terrible-idea

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bisexualchrissycunningham · 1 year ago

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On Repeat

🎶 Shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first ten tracks, then tag ten people 🎶

Thanks @1lostsoul0fishbowl & @rose-n-gunses for the tags. I'm gonna include some of the lines that get stuck in my head the most from these songs too, cause I have nothing else to do with myself right now until the benzos kick in.

U2 || Zoo Station [I'm ready, I'm ready for the laughing gas]

R.E.M. || Imitation of Life [This lightning storm, this tidal wave, this avalanche, I'm not afraid | come on come on, no one can see me cry]

Garbage || Stupid Girl [All you had, you wasted | you stupid girl]

Smashing Pumpkins || Bullet with Butterfly Wings [What is lost can never be saved]

U2 || One [You gave me nothing, now it's all I got]

Taylor Swift || Willow [Rough on the surface but you cut through like a knife]

Taylor Swift || Better Than Revenge [Now go stand in the corner and think about what you did | ha!]

The Postal Service || The District Sleeps Alone Tonight [And I am finally seeing why I was the one worth leaving]

The Notwist || Consequence [Fail with consequence, lose with eloquence | and smile]

Lisa Loeb || Stay [I think that I'm throwing, but I'm thrown]

Honorary Mention to #11, cause it's the epitome of the high school me I've been reaching for again through all my 90s & early 2000s playlists

11. Jimmy Eat World || For Me This is Heaven ["If I don't let myself be happy now, then when? If not now, when?"]

#the benzos have kicked in cause it took like an hour to make this post and now i'm floppy #just me to sleep please #probably won't fall asleep listening to achtung baby tho #it's not that kind of album #ooh and now there's more r.e.m.#OH LIFE IT'S BIGGER IT'S BIGGER THAN YOU AND YOU ARE NO TME #oh no i've said too much!

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szkunas · 7 months ago

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I’VE GOT YOU COVERED! ౨ৎㅤsatoru gojo

synopsis / premise ♱ㅤwhy are things so expensive? no problem, there is a certain someone who can pay you if you help him with a little problem. your solution is even better, and do you know why? revenge against ex. || PART TWO (with ex geto)

featuring ♱ㅤsatoru gojo (jjk0 / 2017 version) x FEM reader.

warnings ♱ㅤ NSFW ♡︎ ㅤporn with very little plot ! cowgirl ! reverse cowgirl ! petty revenge + accidental exhibitionism ! satoru thinking with his lower head a lot ! loser!gojo vibes ! OUT OF CHARACTER GOJO ! virginity loss ! dom reader / sub satoru vibes ! unprotected sex (wrap it up) + unrealistic portraits of sex ! creampie ! “sugar daddy” gojo (he pays for some of your things) ! geto mentions (and he is a son of a bitch) ! genocide / death mentions (geto) ! reader is a sorcerer, but like nanami, she quit + (add context: she quit during high school to live a normal life, so she got disconnected with jujutsu world) !

honorary mentions (inspirations, please read) ♱ㅤthis post by @/tiedsuccubus. all credits to them!

author’s note ♱ㅤthis one is for you, anon! i tried to add a little plot, i hope it doesn't suck, lol <3 this was a bit rushed, so, i apologize for the low quality. this was supposed to be satire, but i have no idea what was going through my mind. i wrote this using my entire afternoon, tbh.

OKAY, WHAT THE FUCK is going on with the economy.

is your immediate reaction when you look at your condominium bill this month. the water is a fortune, as if your shower is pouring gold now. the gas is so burst that you just wish one of the pipes had exploded ── that way you would suffocate and wouldn't have to stress about paying this damn bill. not to mention market costs and cell phone plans. a pen twirls between your fingers, and your other hand presses button after button on the calculator at your side.

in front of you, on your living room table, a notebook with the costs of the month, that damn letter full of numbers and that damn little symbol, ¥. subtracting the value of your newly acquired measly salary from a dreary office job? what is left is so little that you fear for the future. if inflation increases a little more, you will start to owe. not to mention the rent for the apartment.

“fuck.” your voice is a tired whisper, tinged with soft desperation. and then the fury comes, quick as lightning. your fists clench, and immediately the headache hits the right side of your skull. it makes you want to break something.

it wouldn’t work. plus, you’re so broke, punching things is a really bad idea at the moment.

anger doesn't overcome despair, it deepens it in incalculable ways. like quicksand: the more you struggle, the quicker you sink until you drown. damn you. it’s all his fault.

when our life is hit by misfortune, we like to blame everything around us. god, the heavens, any mystical entity. or a friend, a family member. wall plaster can become your biggest enemy, depending on your mood. maybe even the food from that bad restaurant last night is the target of your contempt. but this time it is not irrational, you are sure that your misery has two culprits: a man and your own clit.

suguru geto was the kind of romance most girls can only dream about. long dark hair, gentle purple eyes and a posture as gentlemanly as an extremely insatiable libido. bringing flowers every week, picking you up from work. a bit jealous — especially about your male co-workers, who he used to call monkeys under his breath now and then.

still, the lack of selfishness, the constant romantic encounters, sweet words and desperate sex were all it took for you to give up a good part of your savings to help him. a personal project, he said, because the sorcerer's salary had gotten worse recently. because of your lack of connection to jujutsu society, first: you believed him. and second: you didn't know he was a highly wanted criminal for killing at least 112 people (and counting).

he said he loved you. that he would marry you, he had a crush on you since his first year. now that he had you, years later, he was so happy he wanted to marry you. but the night you planned to confront him about the money, he didn't show up. no one in the apartment, the money — your money — vanished in thin air, and you called the same number 39 times. 104 unanswered messages until the blocked number was finally deleted. and then some sorcerers came asking questions.

how embarrassing —, explaining how you had no idea your ex was a mass murderer, because you have been away from the society for so long. their conclusion was simple, and logic: he used the funds to aid his cult (apparently, he even has a cult! promoting the death of non-sorcerers. talk about dodging a bullet).

but the investigators left, he was not found, and society owed you nothing. not even a penny was given to you, despite several meetings and appeals. eventually, you realized that a lawyer was another waste of money, and after so much loss, you would have to chase it. and, of course, you moved to the other side of town. closest to your work, and not an address known to your genocidal ex-boyfriend.

a young woman who abandoned them while still in high school, seeking a normal life? here it is, your normal life: a miserable salary, a stupid boss, sexist co-workers and piles of papers that you wish to incinerate.

“fuck.” you repeat, hands grasping your head desperately. damn suguru geto and his stupid cult.

a light bulb goes off in your head when you remember a very important detail about your ex: who used to be his best friend in high school. satoru gojo.

most girls in the jujutsu world have never had the opportunity to cross paths with the satoru gojo, jujutsu society’s most famous celebrity, in person. but you did. many years ago, you are what he would call senpai. but you are no longer a girl, and he is no longer a teenager boy hiding beneath humor — you are a woman, out of the sorcery world and driving dangerously close to debt. and he is... well. he is gojo.

the strongest sorcerer — heir of one of the three clans, special grade sorcerer and the strongest. that man was swimming in money, certainly.

during your relationship, geto was as firm as possible in making sure you weren't contacting old friends from the jujutsu world. you weren't. it was a firm and difficult decision in his life, but any and all links with the cursed energy needed to be cut and removed from his life, like a parasite. who would have guessed that, years later, you would invite a parasite into your home. but that is beyond the point now.

please, please, if there is a god out there, help me here. you beg, grabbing your phone and looking through contact information.

most of your former friends agreed with your distance and respected your wishes. you told them that they could be accepted back into your life on one condition: if they were also in your situation, they would give up sorcery. nanami did. unlike you, he got a successful job, but he returned to jujutsu recently.

perhaps you won’t need to ask gojo, you could try asking kento for help. he certainly would, but...

you feel guilty about the idea of doing this, of asking for help in this way, but going through old text messages, there's one from six months ago that catches your attention.

SIX MONTHS AGO nanami ;ㅤgojo has been nagging me to invite you for the class reunion. i warned him you’re not coming, you never do. but i’ll be sending you his number regardless, or i’ll have a headache about it the rest of the week. tell him to shut up, too, if possible.

bingo.

a little insecurity passes through you. maybe he doesn’t use that number anymore. rich guys like satoru should change their cell phones like someone changes clothes. but your eyes turn to the calculator, the little that will be left paying for everything alone.

you take a deep breath, copying the number into the box after pressing add new contact. you swallow softly when his picture appears on the top, with the name you inputted. satoru gojo.

a small message is enough. after explaining your situation, your thumb hesitates only a second after hitting send. you wait. you wait more, walking around the apartment and already thinking how much you can sell your tv for when you hear it. the soft tim of your phone and the message that appears on the home screen makes your eyes widen.

satoru gojo;ㅤhey, senpai. it’s been a while since i’ve heard from you. sure, we can talk. anywhere you wanna meet?

you can’t help but be nervous. what to wear to meet the biggest jujutsu celebrity, who is your ex underclassman? of course, you expect him to be dressed like a normal person, so you dress like one too (because, since you were seventeen, you’ve been normal).

a black turtleneck t-shirt, a fuzzy coat so the cold doesn’t get to you, and jeans with black boots. it’s simple but beautiful. makeup is your choice, and it’s not very important anyway. just a little reunion where you go,

you’re going to ask for money from your ex-colleague, who you haven’t seen in almost ten years.

you feel a little stupid, sitting at a table in a coffee shop of your choosing. there are so many people around ── a couple sitting at another table, two old men walking out the door, and even two teenager girls overdoing their large order of crêpes. nothing much for the occasional weekend rush. your cell phone rests in your hands, and for a second, the question hits you with the force of a blow from a club: what if he doesn’t come? you haven’t spoken to him in almost a decade, and you just remembered his existence to ask for money. in his place, you wouldn’t come.

but the bell on the store’s door rings and echoes through the store, and your eyes follow. holy. shit.

the gangly high school boy is now a tall man with an undercut. and he’s ripped. wow. it almost makes your mouth water, seeing the way he moves ── as if he were a model or knew the status and presence he has. with confidence and serenity. a far cry from the messy walk you saw what seems like a lifetime ago. satoru looks around, taking in the people, and you quickly wave at him. there’s also a chance he wouldn’t recognize you if you didn’t, but he turns towards you and smiles anyway.

“ah, senpai. sorry. i’m a little late.”

as he sits down, you take a moment to enjoy the view, unaware that he’s doing the same thing underneath that bandana. the coat falls from your shoulders, exposing a little more of the tight way the black blouse hugs you. okay, wow. he’s partially convinced, and you haven’t exchanged a word.

“thank you for meeting me here.” you say.

he shakes his head. “i was more surprised to receive a message from you. thank you. so, you said you were in a difficult financial situation, right?”

your hesitant nod is enough to get a smile from him. in a way, you’re still the older girl he liked in school, who he missed dearly when you were gone. and wow, you’re more beautiful than he thought. gojo never got a picture of him ── damn nanami and his incorruptible ethics, his immunity to bribery made this all harder ──, but he doesn’t need one anymore. after today, he doesn’t intend to forget what you look like.

“i think i have a way to help both of us. if you do me a favor, i can transfer some money to your account right now.”

you raise your eyebrow. okay, that wasn’t unexpected. quid pro quo, after all. no one gets anything for free in this world, and you can’t expect batting your eyelashes and giving gojo a desperate pout to do the work for you. want money? start moving. then you sigh.

“okay. what’s the favor?”

he raises his hand, and smiles softly. “damn, my manners, sorry. don’t you want to drink something? ask for what you want, i’ll pay.” you can’t tell for sure because of the blindfold, but he seems to have winked at you.

satoru and his games, his charm. evasion, in reality. it’s hard to resist, especially since this place seems to have one or two really good options, so you give in. he’s the one making the biggest sacrifice, after all, and why not have a coffee with him?

after defining the orders ── satoru ordered a damn cake and a coffee with extra sugar, and it’s a shock that he hasn’t developed diabetes by this point ──, you settle down in your chairs. casual, smooth conversation. it is good. it had been a while since you talked to anyone in the jujutsu field, afraid that your return or the more intense missions would be the only topic. but it’s surprising how much an old colleague suppresses a great lack in his heart.

while he takes a bite of the cake, and you drink your coffee, his eyes end up following and analyzing. he is surprisingly tall, and appears much more muscular than he was before. his voice is more confident, loose as he chatters. you blink as he returns to the topic that brought you here.

“so, senpai. straight to business. i don’t want to waste the time of a busy woman like you.”

“no, please. i don’t have work to do today. and you don’t need to call me by the honorific, i’m not your senpai anymore. you can just call me by my name now.”

he nods in agreement. “of course, of course. soooo. about my proposal.” satoru takes a deep breath, leaning in, and you immediately follow the movement with your gaze. “you need money, and i need a favor. it’s kind of personnel. it has to do with my clan, business, etc., the details are kind of irrelevant and would bore you to death.”

he stops, and you get a little angry. can’t men get straight to the point? say everything at once? what, he’s a batman villain who wears a question mark to try out riddles now?

“i want you to know,” the toone of them becomes more serious, and less fun. but no less affectionate in any way. there seems to be a deep respect for you, even if you can’t think of any achievements of yours that could have impressed satoru. “that even if you reject it, i will pay you. of course, i’ll pay more if you agree, but i don’t want you to accept it just for the money. i don’t want you to be forced to help me out of necessity.”

okay. one less problem. you will receive it no matter your position in this strange arrangement ── but simultaneously, this reaction causes comfort and nervousness. if he is saying this, perhaps it is a very strange favor, which cannot be mentioned in any way. like those non-disclosure contracts that hide terrible secrets, which you can’t tell to avoid being sued.

“i want you to go on a date with me.”

what?

before you can react, he continues speaking.

“i—i just want a date. a real date, here at the coffee shop or somewhere else. you choose the place, the time, i pay.” satoru hesitates, as if he was nervous. it’s almost cute. the guy could destroy the country with one hand behind his back, but he’s blushing while asking you out. “we don’t have to do anything. holding hands, kissing or— it’s nothing like that. just a date. me, you, somewhere nice and talk. maybe flirt. he knows?”

okay, you didn’t expect that. he laughs a little at his surprised expression, as if he expected this reaction and thought it was cute anyway.

“you don’t have to look at me like that. just say no.” he searches his pockets for a moment, pulling out his cell phone. probably opening his bank app with a sigh. “i’m going to make the deposit, and you can forget that i—”

“no.” his hand grabs his wrist surprisingly quickly. like cat reflexes, or witch reflexes. “satoru. i’m sorry, gojo, i—”

“satoru is fine.” he murmurs, staring at the way his hand grips his wrist. of course he could let go, but why would he?

he’s loving it. the attention of a woman he’s always wanted is like a refreshing drink on a hot day. or the iced, sugary coffee he sips in this cold hell, whatever. you huff and take a deep breath.

“okay, fine. satoru. that’s fine with me, i’ll agree with that after you tell me why. but i do.”

he stops for a moment ── probably blinking in surprise ──, tilting his head to the side. “you know, people from a big clan usually have these arranged marriages. this crap that happens to most of us heirs. but i don’t want any of that. still, they won’t leave me alone until i’m seeing someone, you know?”

“and why exactly don’t you just… hire an actress and be done with it? or flirt with a girl and explain the situation?”

“they want her to be a sorcerer. because obviously they want to.” he lets out a dry laugh, without much humor. “i could ask shoko, but no one will believe it. and i don’t want it to become this big thing. it’s just, it would be nice if it were an actual date too, without an actress and all that. and i can’t really go up flirting with the sorcerer women our age out there, because…”

you lean in gently, trying to listen to his confession better.

“i’m a little inexperienced.”

okay, you’re sure this is a big joke. maybe someone will come out from behind a plant with a microphone and a camera. he doesn’t mean what you think he does, right? the vulnerable tone of his voice makes you hesitate, but the fact that satoru gojo is a virgin is a little surprising.

like, wow. of course geto was more popular with the girls ── manipulative little shit ──, but satoru never lagged behind when it came to flirting. thinking about your ex, a little bitterness runs through you, and the darkest corner of your heart shows. geto really cared about his best friend. his beautiful, charming best friend, who now needs a favor and could be his way out of the deep end.

of course, you feel self-serving, selfish, but you’re both winning. and a part of you is even a little possessive. better with you than some random girl who would criticize him for being inexperienced at that age. your hand moves, and tries to hold his hand.

“want to gain experience?”

satoru stops. he looks at you, clearly analyzing your face to find out if you’re not messing with him. maybe a cruel prank in some way, but no. even almost ten years later, satoru feels like he knows you. you, with your kind and loving soul, would not do that. you wouldn’t dare. he only needs some seconds to decide.

his response is a nod and a few clicks. then, he turns the screen towards you. the amount of zeros almost makes your jaw drop. that is a small value for him? deposit completed.

“your house or mine?”

that’s why you are where you are. sitting on satoru’s lap while you make out desperately on your couch. your house being chosen brought a bit of shame, it’s modest, etc., but he didn’t mind at all. he thought it was kind of cute, and said it loud and clear just to tease you. that brat.

unlike some inexperienced guys you’ve locked lips with (some of them cherished memories, others bitter mistakes you’d love to forget), he’s soft. gentle. he doesn’t do anything that you don’t allow, and much of the initiative is taken by you. he doesn't rush or try to take you immediately.

you press down on his bottom lip with your tongue, before nibbling on it. your hands cup his face as he opens his mouth, letting your tongue slide with his. he threw your coat to the other side of the room the moment you guys walked through the door. satoru can feel the way you lick inside his mouth, and it makes him shiver. his hand grab your waist tightly, although he is trying to be gentle.

your fingers trail through his face, his hair, as you keep kissing — soft sounds of mwah mwah mwah echoing the room, mixed with your heavy breaths and one or two soft moans. you reach for his blindfold, a bit curious, before he brings his hands up to remove it immediately.

“wait— doesn’t taking it off hurt you?” you question softly, and god, if he hears your voice like this one more time, he’s going to lose it.

satoru shakes his head. “not that much. i can handle it. it’s nothing important.” he cups your chin with one hand as he tugs on the bands that cover his eyes. he pulls you back to kissing as he throws them somewhere else.

he wants to see you. bright blue eyes, almost intoxicating, focusing completely on every inch of exposed skin he can see. there is a soft, contained desperation, losing restraint, as his hands walk over your body gently. palming, squeezing softly, touching.

you pull back for a moment, your thumb brushing against his bottom lip. simultaneously, his hand is trailing down your clothed stomach.

“so,” he smirks softly, trying to act as if he’s not a blushing mess. okay, his experience ended here. of course, satoru knows how to give a few kisses, a silly hand or two, but this is where everything gets serious.

he has no idea how to proceed, and no matter how confident he wants to appear, he’s going to depend on you now. to guide him, to take care of him. help him out.

god, your little smirk does things to him. your torso leans in, and he can shiver as your lips press against the shell of his ear. voice sweet, low and soft, like sound velvet.

“you want what’s underneath, baby?”

he nods softly, dropping his head to the side and panting softly as you pepper kisses down his neck. “yeah. y–yeah, i do. please.”

the sound of your laugh makes his stomach flutter, and satoru bites his lip gently, suppressing a hiss. he’s nearly ── actually, really would be a better word ── sure that you’re sucking hickeys on his neck. branding him as yours as your lips suck purple bruises over that pale skin of his. the strongest sorcerer, melting in a puddle as you start to grind your hips slowly.

the friction is soft. very unsatisfying, but it makes you both groan nonetheless. you can feel him, already hard beneath you, and you’re certain he can feel the way you pulse and throb all over him, as well. quid pro quo. two-way street. what is done, what is paid, or any other expression of the sort.

you roll your tongue over some of the hickeys you left behind, and he groans. actually groans a bit loudly. you have the feeling gojo is not someone used to holding back his noises for any reason ── besides, it’s not like he’s got any experience to understand how loud his volume is in bed.

but you’ll have fun helping him discover it. what a good senpai you are. aiding an underclassman when he’s in trouble.

one of his hands grabs your hips, and he pants softly.

“you’re teasing me,” he runs his tongue over his lips, wetting them. he’s sweating. it’s the middle of the winter, and satoru is sweating.

“couldn’t help it, sorry,” you trail up your kisses to his jaw, the corner of his mouth, until your lips press to his again. a silent apology made in the sound of lewd kissing. he tugs at your shirt, a bit desperately, and you want to tell him to have patience.

your heart’s deepest desire right now is to ruin this man. turn him into a needy mess, who can’t live without you or your touch. spend hours edging him and teasing him with kisses, touches, licks—

but he groans again, and you’ll decide that’s for another day. you will go easy on him, you’ll be gentle. it’s the poor thing’s first time, and you don’t want to destroy him. yet.

“okay, baby, okay.” you chuckle against his mouth. the way he tries to lick you, touch you, it’s like he’s afraid this is one of his dreams. that, any second now, this will all be over and he will be alone once again. you will disappear and he will have no one. but you are there precisely to prove that this is not true.

you lean back, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling it up. satoru doesn’t even try to hide his staring ── and how could he? without the blindfold, he can actually see you as much as he can feel you. your body is a sight he will never forget. one of your hands trails down to his belt, tugging on it. satoru gasps, surprised.

“now, undress and answer me something, ‘toru.” he pauses, his eyes moving up to stare at you ── your face, he means. “here, or my bed?”

the decision takes less than a second.

“here. don’t make me wait anymore.” satoru groans loudly when you unclasp your bra in front of him, and his hands immediately move up. you smack them away and his lips part in shock.

he stares daggers at you, slightly offended you’re keeping something so good from him. his lips curve into a pout and you have to resist the desire to kiss him again. “what?” he asks, trying to find out what he has to do to gain access to paradise (also known as your body).

you nod your head, and he lets out a soft oh, helping you lean back for him to undress. satoru stops moving completely as you bring one hand up and runs it through his hair.

“good boy.”

damn. that gesture was so— affectionate, genuine. sweet and lovely, your personality and how he believes is your taste as well. and the nickname? lord and heavens above, it does something to him. the thought makes him sure anyone would need a winch truck to get you off him now. he’s not letting you go.

you undo the buttons of your pants, lowering them slightly, then it all. satoru plays with the hem of your panties as you readjust on his lap, looking down. well, okay, there’s a big surprise expecting you there.

his hard cock, between your legs, the head just barely two inches below your belly button. you can feel yourself shivering as you swallow hard, and the sound makes satoru look up. he looks, slightly insecure. which is probably the normal reaction for when a guy is having his first time and the woman keeps staring at his dick. but you’re quick to cup his face again.

“hey, hey. it’s fine. i’m just trying to make sure. you want this?”

he nods immediately. “of course, but if you don’t—”

“satoru, we’ve been over this. i want this. i want you.” he sees the way your eyes roll, and he partially expects he can make them roll differently soon enough.

hearing the words earn a small smirk out of him, even if they make blood rush to his face, cheeks and groin altogether. you’re about to lean in to kiss him again, to soothe his worries before you two begin, when you hear a soft sound. riiiiiiip.

you gasp, smacking his arm lightly. “satoru!”

“i’ll buy you another. i’ll buy you as many as you want, just stop teasing me.”

you sigh. you should be mad that he just ripped your panties off you ── literally ──, but he looks so flushed and desperate you can’t say no. he shivers as your hands trails down and hold his shoulders, and your hips lift up.

you look down at him, hugging his head close and sighing at the way he kisses your neck and collarbone. even if you’ve already messed up enough because of your provocations, some foreplay never harmed anyone.

satoru genuinely whimpers when you start grinding against him. slow, but surely, your hips drag softly up and down. his red tip catches on your clit, and you both hold your breaths for a moment. you look at him ── him. not the strongest sorcerer, not a weapon or just a rich playboy who you’re fucking around with. just satoru. his face flushed, breathing heavily, and staring at the ceiling of your apartment.

then you sink down on him with no warning at all, and you both hold each other tighter. he’s moaning loudly and slowly as the feeling of your pussy around his walls ── practically melting already ──, while you’re hissing because of the stretch. it’s not that uncomfortable. you just need a few minutes to adjust yourself, caressing his arms. apparently, he needs to adjust, too.

he throws his head back, nearly hitting your forehead with his, his eyes a bit wide. gojo looks dumb already, and you haven’t even started properly. he rests his head against your shoulder, holding your hips against him. by the angle, you can tell his eyes are focused on the way your cunt hugs his cock.

“ah— haaah. it’s in— it’s inside...” he mumbles, and his voice sounds so heavy and drown with lust, you really believe you broke the guy with only that.

you pet his hair, whispering gentle praises in his ear. good boy. you’re doing so good, satoru. so good for me.

“i’m going to start moving now, okay? get comfortable.”

your wish is his command, and he leans back against the couch. your hips move up, slamming back down. he gasps, and you smirk. then again. again.

the movement becomes repetitive and messy as you repeat the motion to find a pace that suits you both. satoru is spilling out every curse he knows beneath you, guiding your hips weakly with his hands. you bite down your bottom lip, nearly melting as well. gojo hisses at your fingernails sink into his skin, carving half-moon marks on his broad shoulders.

“oh my god, oh my god,” he blabbers out, barely able to think. you’re not much better. his head keeps hitting that spot that makes you see starts, and you’re honestly more using him like a personal dildo than thinking about the money you’ll get for this.

“you’re killin’ me. you are— genuinely, h-honestly trying to kill me. fuuuuuck.” he throws his head back against the couch, whimpering.

“stay. still.” you murmur, leaning in to glue your chest to his. the way you arch your back just slightly as you fuck yourself all over him is driving satoru insane. he has to catch himself nearly three times not to burst immediately.

he’s panting like he ran a marathon, desperate eyes wide and glassy with tears. it feels so good ── you have no idea of the tremendous power you have over him right now and at all times. the way you clench around him nearly makes him drool.

satoru holds your waist more gently, trying to help you. he tentatively moves his hips up, and your eyes snap open. his hand trails down to the curve of your ass, and he rests his chin against your shoulder, peeking over it to watch it.

“pussy is so good, i can’t── i can’t breathe.”

you laugh mockingly, biting down your lip again and humming. the way you kiss his forehead, as if he became a dumb toy for you to use as you please. he wants you to take all his money, he’ll go bankrupt in a second if he can have this everyday.

he doesn’t notice he’s saying it out loud until his abs clench. satoru calls your name desperately, repeatedly, trying to warn you his body is burning, yearning for you.

“i’m going to, i’m going.. i’m going to cum so damn hard. ohmygod. can i cum? can i, please? just, let me, let me, please, i need to—”

you press another kiss to his cheek, breathless yourself as you move up and down, back and forth. rolling your hips against him as he thrusts up desperately.

“it’s okay. it’s okay, baby, i’m right behind you.”

the way you say baby is melting his brain, he swears it.

satoru starts shaking ── scared by the intensity of his orgasm, he starts shaking his head. his eyes narrow, and he throws his head back with a groan.

his abs clench again, and all his muscles burn as he spills it all inside you, painting your insides white. fucking into your pussy like a madman and hugging you closer while gasping.

you’re so close you barely notice that he’s saying something to you. repeatedly. one of your eyes close, and you moan softly in his ear as your own orgasm washes over you.

for an inexperienced guy, he’s an experience you would repeat without gaining a cent, certainly.

“one, two, zero, seven──” he’s babbling, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. “three, five, six, six— fuuuck, back pocket, on the left.”

“what?” you murmur, leaning back. what is he talking about?

satoru needs a whole minute to compose himself, and you touch his cheek, wondering if he’s okay. he looks at you while leaning into your palm, shivering.

“back pocket on the left.” he breathes heavily. “my credit card.”

your eyes widen. “satoru. what? i can’t take your credit card!”

gojo feels as if you’re about to be pulled apart from him, you both sweating. he came so much, and he’s still inside, wondering if a bit is going to come out. he looks up at you with a soft, weak smirk.

“what are you talking about, princess? i mean it. it’s yours to spend as you wish.” he winks at you, looking at the mess he’s made in between your legs. satoru leans in, his lips brushing against yours as he whispers. “if you let me do that again, i’ll get you a card for yourself. how does that sound, princess?”

you chuckle, kissing him once, twice. wrapping your arms around him. “you don’t have to. i would do it for free.” you pause. “change that password, by the way. your birthday is easy to guess.”

satoru pouts, rolling his eyes as your face turns to look over your shoulder, at the balcony. the curtains are closed off, for sure, and for god’s sake, you live on the fifth floor. no one could just climb up here, but you felt watched. he pinches one of your nipples, and you snap your head back to look at him, tugging at his hair.

“ow.” he mumbles. “what are you doing, anyway? if you’re not interested in a second round, you can tell me, it’s okay.”

“nothing, sorry. just being paranoid.” you turn around, pressing your back against his chest. you both groan again, and you can feel his cock growing hard inside you once more. “i’m very interested, satoru. let’s get you some more experience.”

as he grabs your hips again with a smirk, a curse takes flight from your balcony. it looks like a macabre and bloody owl, whose eyes could be windows or televisions for anyone who knew how to look through them.

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE, I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY MISTAKES.ㅤthank you for reading! <3

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moonlarking · 3 years ago

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What’s your favorite super power that you’ve gotten to write about so far?

Briarrrrrr you ask a hard question… I think I’m torn between Antigone, Bloodstone, and the Grim. Antigone’s got lightning/electricity powers, Bloodstone manipulates, well, blood, and the Grim has supersenses.

The Hail Mary gets an honorary mention here because pain manipulation is HARD to figure out how to visualize, and while I haven’t worked on Harpy as much as I should, I have a feeling her vocal powers will be the most interesting set I’ve ever written, though I really haven’t done enough with her to make her the winner.

Ok ok ok. Back to business. As much as I love Bloodstone and the Grim, I think I’m gonna have to go with Antigone. She was the first superhero I ever created, and I always felt so original for having her mainly rely not on outward electricity such as lightning as her weapon, but inward electricity - brain/nervous systems. She can turn you off faster than you can blink, and her control over her power is what decides if her victims will be quadriplegics for the rest of their lives, or lose their lives right then and there.

I may be unfairly biased for her - I created her out of the anger and hurt and vulnerability in myself that came from having a child’s faith in the law ripped away. I made her a weapon of war and rage to brutally “correct” the injustices of the justice system, and then based her arc of healing and acceptance on what I hoped my own would be someday. She probably has the most of me in her out of all of my characters. Her incredible power and what she can do with it takes me to dark places and forces me to examine what I would do if I had the same abilities. Writing her makes me look inward and forces me to see the dark side of myself - but it also lets me look towards a future where I understand myself more and am working through my bitterness.

#well that got introspective #briar ily #ask me more!!!!#emcu #antigone #superhero #electrokinesis

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unkownknowledge · 4 years ago

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Genshin characters and their spider s/o

A little crossover HC post between terraformars and genshin.

Basically the reader is the result of a messed up experiment and now they look like a monstrous humanoid spider, like this guy:

Except you have no human skin or hair, just pure chitin, extra legs out the back, and mandibles(like a turian)

Also: request are still open, feel free to request!

Including: Jean, Xinqiu, and Razor

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Jean: hollow knight

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Jean had been receiving reports of frightened merchants and townsfolk, all of whom had been found on the road ranting about a giant spider.

Jean was sure it was nothing more than hilichurls or hoarders or abyss mages and the people were merely suffering panic induced hallucinations, this was supported by the clear signs of such dangers at the scene of the crime.

But still, neither any of the knights nor adventurers in the guild reported saving these people, nor did Diluc claim that he did when she asked him.

So Jean decided to investigate, after all not only is there a chance of finding camps of the three above dangers, but also the chance of finding a new ally.

When she saw you in a clearing you looked like a normal human, until you turned your head in an inhuman manner and looked at her with eight red glowing eyes.

You screamed at her and used your geo vision to grow eight giant legs out your back, which you used to run away.

Jean, being the persistent woman she is, wasn't about let you go until she confirmed if you were a friend or foe.

She chased you through the forest for a while, and unfortunately didn't notice a group of hilichurls hiding behind some trees.

One swung out and struck her from behind, knocking her to the ground.

At the sound of this you turned around and saw Jean on the ground.

While she easily could have beaten the hilichurls, she didn't have to. This is because you were immediately next to her, sword drawn and slicing through the monsters like a hot knife through butter. Your geo legs acted like extra blades that parried any attack directed towards the knight.

Because you're other legs were busy, however, you were unable to block the attack from a crossbow that shot right through your knee.

You fell down and were beaten senseless by the hilichurls, the last thing you remember was the sounds of a blade and the monsters turning to dust before you blacked out.

You woke up on a soft bed inside an unfamiliar building. You tried to get up but your knee had a large hole in it, luckily for you your ability to feel pain was long lost.

Jean entered a minute later with some food, "good, your awake."

"Where am I?" You asked.

"In my home, the guest room to be exact."

"Why did you save me?"

"Because you were in danger."

"Yes but why? Aren't you afraid of me?"

"Considering how you saved me as well? No, not at all."

Jean poured some tea for both of you, "now onto-"

You felt your eyes water, something you didn't realize you could still do.

"What's wrong?" Jean asked.

"It's just, it's been so long since anyone was...nice to me. My appearance isn't exactly very welcoming."

"And yet you still help people, the same people who call you a monster?"

"Of course! I might be an abomination, but I'm not a monster. In fact, before I became...this I had always dreamed of joining the knights."

"Well, that makes things easy."

"What do you mean?"

"While I cannot officially make you a knight, I can make you an honorary member of the knights of favonius."

"REALLY!?" You said, a child like excitment on your face.

So you joined the knights, of course not everyone was happy about this.

But noone doubted the acting grand master's decision, after all she never once failed the city.

After a while the city warmed up to you, even hailing you as a hero thanks to all you've done!

But the city's attitude towards you wasn't the only thing getting warmer.

Infact, a certain person's cheeks seemed to grow red as Amber's ribbon at the mere mention of your name.

Lisa and Kaeya were the first to notice Jean's infatuation with you, and they were quite intent on helping her.

It would be easy for them to set it up: you were cold blooded, so you had a heater in your room during the winter, and thanks to a 'freak lightning strike', your house was under renovations for the whole season, this caused Jean to let you stay in her home until yours was repaired.

Now all they had to do was sneak in an 'cool it' down.

You awoke in the middle of the night due to the temperature suddenly dropping. You tried turning on your heater but that didn't work. You went downstairs to make some hot tea, unaware that Kaeya swapped the labels on Jean's coffee and your tea. After making the beverage you sat down in the warmest corner, covered in blankets, and with a warm drink in hand.

Fun fact! Spiders get hella drunk off caffeine.

You are a spider.

One sip of the coffee and you felt funny, you couldn't think straight and felt wobbly.

Kaeya and Lisa giggled watching you.

"So, how DID you get them drunk? You couldn't exactly have spiked their tea could you?" Lisa asked.

"I swapped the labels on their tea and Jeans coffee. Spiders get hella drunk on-" Kaeya noticed Lisa worried face, "fuck, what did I do this time?"

"Kaeya, spiders don't get drunk on caffeine like humans do with alcohol."

Lisa pointed Kaeya towards the window

"Whoops"

Caffeine doesn't make spiders drunk the same way alchohol does a person, which is what Kaeya expected.

Caffeine makes spiders hyper, very hyper.

When Jean heard skittering and clanging she thought someone was robbing the house, so she was reasonably surprised to see you lying in the center of the kitchen, crying, and with webs all over.

When she asked what happened you just rolled over and mumbled out gibberish about how you can't catch any flies.

Jean picked you up to take you to bed, but you wrapped your arms and legs around her and caused her to fall.

"(Y/n), please let me go." Jean pleaded.

You shushed her, "nap time" and fell asleep.

Your grip was to strong for her to get out, and with your weight she couldn't get up in this position, so she just had to wait for you to get up.

The next day Jean got up the same time as you, she would have said something if you didn't kiss her and pet her head.

"I love this dream." You said, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

Jean was shocked, what dream? You were clearly awake.

"I wonder if Jean is this warm in real life....I wish I could find out..."

"(Y-y/n)" she stuttered out, "you're not dreaming."

You shot up with all your eyes wide as saucers.

You immediately thought of running. But where would you go? The forest? Yeah, that works, just go there a-

You felt a warm sensation on your cheek.

"So (y/n), how does this dream usually go?" Jean said with a suggestive wink.

"(Y/n)?"

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After that rather unconventional confession session, you both started dating.

Jean was concerned about not having enough time for you, but that proved to be very unfounded. Thanks to your many years alone you didn't know what dating was, so to you simply working together was fine.

On every mission out of the city you would bring gifts or a picnic for when the sun was setting.

On days where you both had paper work you would make tea and buy little cakes or biscuits and sit on her lap as you rested on eachother's shoulders and fed each other snacks, under the excuse that "sharing a chair saves space".

On the rare occasion Jean gets to have a day off, she showers you in affection.

She'll make you breakfast in bed(it's not good 80% of the time, but you don't tell her), she'll cuddle with you all day, she'll even read to you if you want. She wants to give back to you for all the time she couldn't give you her full attention.

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Xingqiu: it's like one of my Inazuman graphic novels

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Your meeting with the guhua geek was far more coincidental.

You were just minding your business, catching some animals to eat, when some weird guy just walks by you, not noticing you at all, as he reads his book.

You were rather suprised and, by extension, curious about this boy.

Was he blind in peripheral? Was he that brave? Was he an idiot?

A bit of colum B, mostly colum C.

Xingqiu sat down on a rock and continued reading, given how he was reading aloud you figured you might as well take advantage of his lack of notice and learn to read.

But he did notice.

"Ah shoot, spaces out again." Xingqiu cried, "now I have to start all over."

Xingqiu started reading the book all over again, much to your joy.

You could easily match his words to the page thanks to your speed of comprehension.

When the boy noticed it was getting late he decided to head home, while you were upset you didn't try and stop him. In fact you immediately darted away before he saw you.

The next day he came back, and read from the same spot.

And again

This went on for quite some time.

Xingqiu knew someone was watching him, but he never was able to catch a glimpse. He just figured it was someone who wanted to read legends of the shattered halberd but couldn't find any copies, and so the chivalrous thing to do would be to read it for them.

One day he finished the fifth book and proclaimed it was the last one, which made you rather sad.

Until he spoke to you.

"Well my secretive friend," he turned around, "shall w-"

You screamed

He screamed

For about five minutes.

After which you both just stared at eachother.

He pointed a shakey finger at you, "you're-"

You turned away, 'a freak I know' you thought.

"SO COOL!"

"What?"

Xingqiu immediately ran at you and started inspecting you.

The whole time he had such an amazed look on his face.

"Woah!" He said as he grabbed your mandibles, "are these real?!"

"Ye ey are, a ah ee e ah a" you said hoping he would understand that you need them to talk.

"Oh. Hehe. Sorry." He said releasing them.

"Aren't you...scared of me?" You asked.

"Why would I be? If you wanted to kill me you would have. It's not like I was particularly on guard when I was reading for you."

'Y-you knew I was there?"

"I knew someone was there, and I knew they were watching me read. Since you showed such interest in my book I thought the only chivalrous thing to do was to keep reading."

You were shocked, most people just ran and screamed upon seeing you.

"Now, shall we go look for the sixth book?"

After that you and Xingqiu became fast friends.

He used some of the money he made from the scam he pulled on that scammer to buy out the forest you lived in, making it officially private property so that people won't go after you.

He kept coming back with books for you both to read, you absolutely loved it!

And while you never realized it, you also loved him.

He however, did know he loved you.

Being the menace to society he is, Xingqiu decided the best way to confess was to just kiss you.

You're sitting on a stump with your head on Xingqiu's shoulder.

"This book isn't as good as the others." You say.

"Ah don't be like that, fairy tales are the foundation of all those 'knight in shining armor books' you love."

"Yeah but this is boring."

"True, true. But I think it has a great ending." Xingqiu turned to the final page, "and then the knight told the (royal title) how much he loved them, and to seal his love he placed a kiss on their cheek."

"That wasn't good."

"Why? It was very realistic."

"In what reality does someone confess by kiss-"

*smooch*

It took you a solid five seconds to process what happened.

Xingqiu smirked at you like the bastard man he is, "this one I believe."

Your mandibles hung slack as your face got a dark shade of blue.

"Uh, (y/n)?"

"Clothes off, now."

Xingqiu stumbled out the forest four hours later. Chongyun, who was protecting his privacy, asked him what's wrong.

"Absolutely nothing." He responded with the largest grin a human could muster, before his legs gave out, "can you carry me home?"

Your relationship was more steady than just that bit though.

Xingqiu spent as much time with you as he could, he even learned how to hunt so he could be with you while you hunted for food.

You never left your forest though, you were far to afraid of people and especially the vigilant yaksha(which Xingqiu tried to convince you was friendly).

Of course, not everything goes so simply.

Xingqiu was skipping through the forest, far to enamoured at the idea of you to notice someone following him.

You sat calmly on your rock and awaited your boyfriend of two years, today was his birthday so you made him a beautiful silk picture of his favorite scene from 'the legend of the broken halberd'

You felt the boy drop into your lap, "hello my love!"

You wrapped your arms and extra legs around him, "hello my little knight, I have a wonderful gift for-"

"XINQIU! WHAT THE HELL IS THAT!"

You both turned around to see a man who looked oddly like Xingqiu.

"H-hey big bro..." Xingqiu said, clearly nervous.

"You're his brother?" You asked, "nice to meet you! I'm your future sibling in law!"

His brother looked surprised, then angry, "Xingqiu, a word."

"No," he responded, "anything you can say to me you can say to my (s/o)."

"Xingqiu, this is not a game."

"ANYTHING," Xingqiu said, far more aggressive, "you can say to me, you can say to them."

His brother sighed, "you can't date them."

"I believe I can."

"XINGQIU! ME AND FATHER HAVE TOLERATED ENOUGH OF YOUR CHILDISHNESS! YOU ARE AN HEIR OF THE FEIYUN COMMERCE GUILD, YOU CANNOT DATE THAT-THAT THING!"

Xingqiu shot up into a fighting stance, "care to repeat that?"

Xingqiu stared down his brother with murderous intent.

"So you wont back down?"

"Never, I love (y/n) to much!"

"If you don't leave them, you'll be disowned by father, all your wealth, power, and influence will be forfeited. All for an inhuman freak!"

"Xinqiu please," you tried telling your beloved, "I won't let you sacrifice-"

"Sorry darling, but I don't give a damn." He interrupted you before turning to his brother, "I will NOT abandon my beloved (y/n)! They are the most precious thing in the world to me! So go ahead! Strip me if my title, my riches, of my very skin! My heart will yearn for nothing else but the cold hard touch of love that is my (s/o)!"

Xinqiu's brother smirked

"So, you promise to always be with (y/n)?"

"Yes!"

"Through both sickness and health?"

As smart as he was, Xinqiu couldn't see what was happening, "with all my heart and soul!"

"And you would take (Y/N) as your contractually bound spouse?"

"I would sooner bite my arm off than live another day without them as such! In fact!" Xinqiu turned to you, "(Y/N)! WE'RE GOING TO GET MARRIED RIGHT NOW! COME ON!"

"Hold it!" His brother demanded, "(Y/N)! Would you stay with my brother, Xinqiu, through sickness and health, through rags and riches?"

You nodded, "forever and always!"

"And would you take him to be your contractually bound husband?"

"E-even if I had to fight Rex Lapis himself!"

Two burly hands grabbed the couple and pushed them together, "You may now kiss the bride!"

Without thought, you two kissed each other, not thinking to question the cheering, clapping, and crying-

You both pulled apart, "what the abyss is happening here?!"

The burly arms, now wrapping you both, was an older crying man who also looked like Xinqiu.

Xinqiu's Brother was crying and clapping.

Chongyun was blasting off party cones(🎉🎉these things)

And several other of Xinqiu's friends were there celebrating.

"W-wait..." Xinqiu started to remember that his brother, as a high ranking member of a commerce guild, can officiate marriages.

The older man, Xinqiu's father, cried and said, "finally! Grandchildren!"

(If you can't have babies, adoption exists and is perfectly normal)

Needless to say

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Razor: the big bad spider and the itsy bitsy spider

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(Please understand that my knowledge of Razor is based on his quest, I know of his special vision but it won't be brought up for this. I will be sure to read the wiki page for him if I write him again)

Razor knew something was wrong.

His wolf side told him something was wrong with the forest, and his human side told him it should be either avoided at all cost or destroyed.

Because it had stayed away he had largely tried to just avoid it and keep his lupical away from whatever IT is.

Until a foolish pup decided to try and defeat whatever big bad monster had their protector so scared.

Razor ran faster than any lightning bolt upon hearing the news.

Razor didn't know what he was seeing: giant webs strewn out covering entire trees, boars and Hilichurls wrapped in webs and frozen in a sickly green.

And at the center of it all was a giant, monstrous creature with eight leg like roots coming from it's back, feeding off the life of all the creatures stuck here.

This is what he was afraid of, the beast that every inch of his primal self screamed to get away from.

But he couldn't, not until he found the pup!-

"Hello." You said calmly to the strange man coming into your home, "is this your's?"

You outstretched your hand and a sleeping pup drifted towards razor on a flower.

"He caused lots of problems, so I made him sleep. Don't worry, it's nothing permanent, give him an hour or two and he'll be right up."

After Razor left, you assumed that would be the last disturbance for a while.

But it wasn't.

Razor's wolf half still feared you, was still mortified when he pictured your spider like face, your towering body, everything.

But his human half...teembled.

Not in fear, but in a different way.

He couldn't stop thinking of you, and his primal upbringing did little to quell the less romantic thoughts about your gem like eyes, the way your mandibles clicked and moved when you talked, the overwhelming nature energy that you radiated.

But he still knew good enough to get to know you better.

Just not HOW to do it.

"Why are you spider?"

Is not a good first thing to ask.

But you explained regardless: you were taken as a kid and experimented on by some rogue students from Sumeru academy.

Then some purple lady rescued you, and while you were grateful you much preferred living out in the wild.

"Yes...wild is good! Wolvendom, especially good!"

Someone please help him.

"Purple lady....ah! Shockey wizard lady from knights?"

You nodded

"Razor good friends with her and honorary knight! Do you know red flamy girl?"

"Klee? Oh yes! I love her! She's such a nice kid!"

"Yes, Klee is like lupical! Even if she...burns down forest from time to time."

Lucky for him, your shared familial love for the pyromaniacal minor helped bridge the gap between you two.

Eventually he even got you to leave your grotto(?) And meet his lupical!

He introduced you to the wonders of actually eating rather than just sucking the life force out of animals.

You both love and protect the forest of wolvendom, and if any large threat arises to it then you both will fight fang and claw to protect your home!

Neither of you know what love is in the human sense, but you both feel it to each other and act upon it: giving each other a portion of your food, taking blows in battle for each other, and cuddling more intimately than just friends would.

You are his lupical, and so much more.

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I started this near last year's end, it took me till now to realize I should only do 3 characters.

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365daysoftododeku · 5 years ago

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16th Decemer 2019

Author: Kenyoda

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Behind the scenes

Izuku was rushing across the parking lot, cursing his luck. He was going to be late for shooting. He was never late! And on the first day, too! In his rush he nearly bowled over another person entering the building. He tried to stop but his momentum carried him forward anyway and he ended up pinning the poor stranger against the door, glass rattling ominously.

“I am— so sorry!” he panted as he tried to regain his bearings. He finally pulled back, allowing the person to step away from the door and shuffle away from him a bit.

“I-it’s fine,” came an equally strained voice. Izuku winced, he had already made a bad first impression. Oh no! Still running late! He sketched out a messy bow before racing through the doors with another apology ringing over his shoulder. He made it to set with 3 minutes to spare for make up call.

“Hey! You made it!” greeted a voice, enthusiasm on full blast. He looked up from being hunched over to see blonde hair and wild red eyes.

“Morning Kacchan!” he gasped as he stood up.

“You were almost late, ya dingus!” he huffed as he swept him under his arm for a noogie.

“Ack! Kacchan no! My hair is a rat’s nest on the best of days! Don’t make more work for them!” he groaned. Kacchan just laughed and rubbed harder.

“That is what they are paid to do anyway!” he chortled as he let Izuku go.

“That’s rude, Kacchan!” Izuku hissed, mortified slightly as he watched a few of those makeup and hair people glare their way in offense.

“What? It’s the truth,” he stated, confusion evident in his tone. Izuku sighed, he loved his childhood friend, but he had all the social graces of an elephant in a china shop. Bakugou Katsuki was enthusiastic and well meaning but unbearably blunt. Most people blew him off as an airhead and rude. When he was actually quite intelligent and not prone to sugar coating things. Which in Japan, could easily be considered rude. His attention was caught when two deep voices reverberated across the set.

“I am telling you Toshi this is not a good idea!”

“Calm down, Enji! Most of the show’s main cast are children! He will get to spend time with some of his peers. At least give the boy a chance.” Izuku looked up and about expired on the spot. Yagi Toshinori and Todoroki Enji were making their way onto the set. Between the two actors there were nearly 20 different acting awards from stunt work to acting. They were his and Kacchan’s idols!

“It’s— It’s Yagi-sama and Todoroki-sama!” Izuku couldn’t help but squeal in delight. Katsuki let out a gasp beside him.

“I know that, but you know how Shouto is,” Todoroki continued.

“Yes, I am well aware of my honorary nephew’s tendencies. This will give him a controlled environment to practice in.” Yagi soothed. Shouto? As in, Todoroki Shouto, one of the few well known student directors in Japan? Son of the man himself?

“Yes, I know I said I wanted to get him out from behind his camera but I was thinking more of a school setting Toshi! Not a mid level production with him in a semi recurring role! This is his first one and you throw him in with sharks! Not to mention you know that Aizawa Shouta is set in his ways! Ways that make little sense to the rest of us mere mortals!” the man complained. Izuku’s curiosity is piqued. Todoroki Shouto will be acting in this production, not directing?

“I tried to find him something smaller but with a similar age range. There was nothing else!” Yagi protested. “Besides he insisted!” Todoroki sighed reluctantly.

“Where is the boy anyway?” After a moment, another person shuffled onto the set, but Izuku’s attention was drawn by the director.

“Midoriya! Bakugou! Get to make up. Now’s not the time to gawk we all have busy schedules!” barked Aizawa Shouta. Izuku squeaked in terror and rushed off to the other area.

After a whirlwind of makeup and hair spray, Izuku finds himself scaling the fire escape of a low income building. He leapt onto the roof with the shadow of the thief ahead of him.

He was now Valor, a parkour crazy sidekick that was on the heels of a thief with known ties to a cartel that he and his hero mentor were tracking. This was going to be his first capture, he was so close…

An arch of lightning lit up the night before slamming into the would be thief. Valor slides to a stop as the thief slumps to the rooftop, unconscious.

“The reward for this one should be good,” a smooth voice purred. Out from behind a duct vent came a lithe figure. They topped Valor by a head. Their streamlined shape and deep timbre suggested that they were male.

A bounty hunter.

They were vigilantes that exchanged villains with prices on their heads for money, rather than turning them over to the proper authorities. This was usually bad on the heroes end if they needed information or to retrieve stolen items or people. Because the bountied person usually was never seen again.

“I can’t let you have him,” Valor called, stoutly. “He is wanted for questioning by the Heroes Alliance!” The hunter looked over at him and Valor could feel the smirk on the man’s face. He bristled at that. Two eyes flashed at him from a window in a hard mask. It was as dark as the rest of his clothing. The end of the staff in his hands arched with electricity.

It was just his luck that he ran into a bounty hunter with backing! Just as he finished the thought, he had to dodge an arc of electricity. Instead of retreating he rushed forward, using his momentum to knock the weapon away with one hand while punching at the bounty hunter with the other. He fell with a grunt as his weapon clacked onto concrete before rolling away. Valor pinned the hunter’s legs with his own, before slamming the hunter’s arms above their head.

“Who are you?” Valor barked. The masked figure laughed.

“You ask me that after you straddle me?” he teased. Valor pushed the blush and embarrassment away.

“I-I asked you a question first,” he ground out, frustrated at the slight tremor to his voice.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” the hunter sneered. Valor snarled in anger before pinning both arms down with one hand and ripping the mask from the stranger’s face.

He gasped.

Skin the color of porcelain housed thin pink lips and eyes the color of smokey quartz and turquoise. A bright red birthmark covering the left side. A halo of ruby and crystal hair fell around an angelic face, the strands having slipped free of a ponytail.

Izuku froze and his heart stuttered violently. He could not recall another one of his lines. His entire brain had decided to devote all of its remaining firepower to committing such a lovely face to memory. The porcelain skin turned into rose gold as his co star flushed under his scrutiny.

“Who— are you?” he found himself whispering. His co star gasped and began to struggle against him. Izuku pressed his weight down automatically. They stopped moving.

“I’m— ”

“Valor! Valor, my boy!” Ever Bright’s voice snapped Izuku from his daze. Oh my god, I zoned out in the middle of scene!

“E-ever Bright! There is a— ack!” he cried out as the hunter gave a hard buck and finally unbalanced him. He landed hard on his side. By the time he got his barings, the hunter was on the other end of the roof, preparing to jump.

“Halt, vigilante!” came Ever Bright’s booming voice. The hunter turned his head back to stare Izuku down. The well timed wind blowing a few strands of ruby hair across the piercing jewel colored orbs, obscuring his face.

“Valor, huh? How fitting!” he taunted, before leaping off.

“And cut!” came Aizawa’s voice. “Y’all aren’t useless after all! I might need to do some revisions.” Izuku sunk to his knees at the off handed praise.

“Well done, young Midoriya! You are carrying your role well for your first day!” Yagi said as he patted his shoulder. Izuku felt light headed. He had been complimented by Yagi Toshinori! Even after monumentally screwing up a scene because his useless bi ass was floored by a pretty boy! “You too, Shouto!” Izuku’s head snapped up.

The young hunter had come back onto the roof and was gathering the props to hand off to the assistants. He jerked up reflexively before turning crimson. One of the assistants took the items and scurried away. Once there was nothing in his hands, the boy immediately began playing with his fingers and looking anywhere but at them. He mumbled something unintelligible to the air.

“Shouto, I have heard you be louder than that when you are giving stage direction!” chided Todoroki Enji as he made his way over. “But I agree with Toshi! That was excellent work, son!”

Shouto shuffled in place, a small pleased smile tugging at his lips.

“T-thank you, but was it really ok?” he asked softly. Izuku felt the equivalent of mental whiplash. This was the same person that was borderline flirting with him mere moments ago? It was had to believe it! It seemed that not only was Todoroki Shouto a talented director, but also a pretty talented actor, too. Not to mention just plain pretty. Most anyone ever saw of him was half his face hidden by a hoodie.

“Ah! How rude of me!” Yagi cut in suddenly. “Young Midoriya, this is Todoroki Shouto! He is like one of my nephews! He will be playing the vigilante and bounty hunter, Nexus.” Izuku nodded, unable to speak and wrestle his inner fanboy into submission at the same time. “Shouto, this is Midoriya Izuku a newcomer that is already showing promise!”

“H-Hi! I love your work, Todoroki-kun! I hope you don’t mind the -kun. Wow, the make up artists must be really good, your hair and eyes are really striking!” he said, babbling slightly out of nerves and butterflies in his stomach. The boy blinked at him, before his eyes went wide. Once again Todoroki Shouto turned bright red. He worked his mouth but no sound escaped. Izuku decided then and there that a strategic retreat was in order. He politely excused himself and bolted for the nearest exit. Just as he passed to the outer edges of the set, he heard Yagi-san’s voice.

“Just as well he doesn’t know that these looks are natural, eh, nephew?” This was followed a weak whine that Izuku could easily identify as one of embarrassment.

“Toshi!!!” chided Enji.

Yep, Izuku was going to go find a hole to crawl into.

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the avatar series: 01.06

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Am I more scared of confrontation or climbing out a window?

Tari was not expecting to have to answer that question. Well, not today at least. But it’s how she found herself using air bending to glide down the side of her building.

It’s really not her fault she was in this situation. Sure, she could tell her friends about her identity, but that would mean losing them forever – even before she could actually be good at being who she’s supposed to be. But she woke up at seven in the morning to avoid interacting with Johnny and Doyoung. Unfortunately, she woke up to the sounds of them bickering about coffee and her secret escape plan failed.

Taking a deep breath, she recalled her years training in the Air Temple Island. Out of all the elements, she used air bending skills the least – only keeping the element of using her breath to keep her warm (which was as easy as just concentrating on her breath). She felt her lungs feel inflated as she concentrated on air bending; the feeling of weightlessness throughout her body as she flexes her fingers. The invisible light weight of the air she was manipulating fled into her fingers, to her fingertips and to her feet.

With her exhale, she let this power help her glide down the building slowly and calmly. As soon as she could, she jumped and landed gently on the ground to avoid the thumb of her feet getting anyone’s attention. This is when she thanks Raava that she’s the Avatar…even if she wouldn’t be in this position if she weren’t.

Quickly scanning the street which was practically empty, she set off for the ports.

“You do not need this.” Johnny emphasized, trying to grab the cup of coffee from Doyoung’s grasp. “You need to sleep. How many hours did you sleep last night?”

The insomniac was quick to defend himself. “More than you!”

“It was just tonight,” The non-bender groaned, acknowledging he had only slept for two hours last night as he anxiously fretted over his investigation. “Plus, I need this more because I have a major investigation today.”

Doyoung was never a morning person. He either is grumpy or refuses to get out of bed. “Make your own!” He whined, pulling away the cup from Johnny and taking a big sip. “Now you can’t have it.”

“You act like I’m saliva conscious.” Johnny provoked, wiggling his eyebrows. A stare down commenced – quickly leaving Johnny to groan out of desperation for a caffeinated drink and admit defeat.

As Doyoung treasured the bitter taste of coffee, Johnny was making his own cup of coffee. “So, what’s your investigation today?” Doyoung was itching for something to do. Ever since the gyms got vandalized or destroyed and benders have been alienated, he hasn’t had many tasks – Johnny constantly getting the groceries far before Doyoung could even think about leaving the house and no job to get too. On top of that, his roommate who hasn’t seemed to be affected by the alienation is constantly gone. He wanted to join Johnny – he’s sick of spending all day watching television and calling friends to check if they were okay.

However, Johnny wanted to make sure Doyoung doesn’t lose his trust in his roommate. He’s gone through so much, and if he finds out one of his best friends cannot be trusted – Johnny can’t imagine what would happen. “Uhm, it’s not too important.”

Doyoung raised his eyebrows, annoyed. “What happened to being major?” For someone so great at telling stories, Johnny couldn’t stutter out an excuse as fast as he would want. “Is it just so I could’ve given you my coffee?” The reporter quickly nodded, taking that as an excuse to cover up. “Do you think I could join you for today?” Johnny swears he’s never heard Doyoung’s voice so small.

Not only is Johnny investigating Tari, but he is concerned that Doyoung will only be either triggered or more in danger as he walks in the public. Concern fills Johnny’s heart. He knows the dangers Doyoung may face if he gets identified as a bender. Honestly, Johnny’s just glad bending can be hidden – but Doyoung was on the news when the bending gyms were attacked. Johnny couldn’t risk Doyoung being identified and hurt under his watch. “Yeah, sure, but I think I might take the day off.” Johnny excused, itching his neck awkwardly. Disappointed in his lack of availability to investigate Tari, he is wondering if he could actually tell Doyoung what was going on. In the end, he decided not to.

“I mean, can you just stay over then?” Johnny saw the pain and the loneliness deep in Doyoung’s eyes. He couldn’t leave him. He knew he made the right choice of hiding his suspicion of Tari. “I don’t want to be alone.” His voice was as small as an ant; quiet and fleeting. Johnny gave him a small smile, nodded, and hid his suspicion as he pulled out his favorite video games.

The Air Temple Island was full of orange. It was calm and serene - not including the kids playing Air Ball or using air scooters in the corner. It was always peaceful to be here - from being surrounded by water (which always calmed Tari down) to being surrounded by blue sky and a beautiful temple, but Tari was feeling nervous.

The last time Tari was on this island was two years ago when she first moved to Sooman. It was a formal visit, having to discuss her plans on living in Sooman while continuing to do her Avatar duties. To this day, Tari is proud of her ability to have convinced Tenzin, Lin, and Sukiara to allow her to only train once a month. Of course, she’s seen them outside of this island – she looks at them like role models. They were her trainers at one point. But this island is nothing but anxiety for her.

Fire bending was never her forte. It was the reason why she moved on to airbending even if the main thing she mastered while training with her fire bending master were the basics and the Sun Warrior techniques, like the dancing dragon. Otherwise, she can be considered a rookie at best. But Sukiara realized that Tari was getting older and preferred that Tari was a jack of all trades rather than a master of two. As Tari was born a water-bender, she had to learn bending in the order of water, earth, fire, and then air.

Water came natural to her – like breathing. She was showed as skilled and masterful within days of her first bending lesson, which is partly how they identified her as a water bender. Within two years – at the age of six, she mastered water bending with the help of a water bending master. The year following was the year she ‘relaxed’ according to all the other mentors. But in reality, Sukiara took her away to an uninhabited island and trained her in blood bending; something Katara has banned due to being the darkest bending of all. Tari fully agreed with that statement once she mastered blood bending – it took her a year to learn that singular sub-bending, which was the longest it took her to learn any water bending technique. It was a year of pain, of emotional turmoil, of trauma. Sometimes, Tari still gets nightmares of what she did while training.

Earth was more difficult. It took her three years to become somewhat advanced. Tari was evasive and occasionally passive – nothing like the personality of a traditional earth bender. They’re direct, firm, and stand their ground. But Tari somewhat mastered it. She learnt from Lin and her mother Toph. She can sense things with her eyes closed and do metal bending, lava bending – whatever. But it never came naturally. She still struggles with the form.

Fire? It was her most difficult element. She entered the temple at ten years old, but left at fifteen. Sukiara explained to her that every Avatar has a lack of affinity for at least one other element. Usually, it’s the opposite element than the one they’re born in – but it largely depends on the personality. Fire required precision, intensity, aggression. Most moves are offensive – minimal were defensive. Tari cannot lightning generate nor can she do anything more than a proficient fire bender (other than her masterful knowledge of the Dragon Dance and traditional Sun Warrior techniques). It’s noteworthy to mention the one move she learnt with absolute ease was lightning redirection, but even that was a move inspired by the flow and adaptability of water benders.

Sukiara knew Air would come much easier to Tari. It suited her. Her guide believed that Tari was a perfect combination of the traditional traits of a water bender and an air bender. She was calm, evasive, defensive, adaptable, peaceful, flexible, kind, controlled. Additionally, Tari’s Avatar Guide was Aang. She would be the closest to him.

Stepping off the White Lotus’s Flying Bison named ‘Yip’, a 15-year-old Tari was welcomed by her previous-life’s family. She’s heard about them and had vague memories of them from her previous life. She remembered talking to Aang as a child and Aang telling her stories about them, like a parent reading a child stories to sleep. It’s not usual for the Avatar Guide to appear for non-teachable circumstances, but Aang couldn’t stay away from his successor – someone who was scared and someone he saw a lot of himself in. She wanted to run away, like he did. She was told early, like he was. He saw her and didn’t see the Avatar, but a kid who had no choice.

Tenzin was bending down, but his eyes were full of sorrow. He is the oldest air bender alive and the only air bending master in the world. His eyes scanned the girl who his father’s memory resided in as this same girl clutched onto her wolf tightly, not wanting to let her animal guide go. His family and him greeted her with warm smiles and a formal bow - his pregnant wife Pema and his two young daughters were ecstatic for her arrival.

Out of all the masters, Tenzin was the first one to have kids. It made Tari relax. Maybe this time she wouldn’t be so alone.

“I swear, every time you’re on this island – I’m pregnant.” Pema laughed as Jinora, Ikki, and Meelo followed her ecstatically to give their honorary older sister a hug. Tari lived with them for two years – until Jinora was seven, Ikki was four, and Meelo was two.

Tari grinned widely, Ani following her closely behind while Sukiara stood solemnly behind Tari. She was never known for pleasantries after all. She hugged the family which she temporarily had – the first family she had since she was four. Unfortunately, she doesn’t see them often. They prefer spending their hours on their home island rather than the mainland of Sooman, while Tari does anything to avoid it.

The Avatar chuckled as her honorary siblings jumped on her – tackling her with hugs, “No, last time I was here, you talked about wanting another child.” She teased, “How are you? I missed you guys so much.”

Ikki started talking – a lot; telling Tari about her latest TV show to her latest celebrity crush, which happened to be Prince of Fire Nation Jaehyun Jung (who Tari didn’t want to mention was far too old for the seven year old). While this was happening, Meelo was mocking and imitating his sister, and Jinora was just rolling her eyes and chuckling like Tari and her mother.

A cough ended the reunion. While Meelo and Ikki still continued to talk, Tari and Sukiara’s attention was brought to Tenzin and Lin. Tenzin looked obviously annoyed and flustered, while Lin was smirking. Tari knew Lin must’ve brought something up about their previous relationship to have caused Tenzin to have his ears as bright as a tomato. Lin sent Tari a soft smile, before using her head to motion towards the back.

“Hey guys, I’ll leave Ani with you okay?” She wanted to keep them entertained, she loved seeing them happy and she knows how much Meelo loves Ani. “I’ll be right back. I just have to talk to your dad real quick.” Ikki and Meelo barely seemed affected by her notice; immediately running and replacing her presence with a dog. Tari gave Jinora a quick individual hug and a parting hug to Pema, before following Sukiara who had already started towards Tenzin and Lin.

Sukiara let out a soft chuckle, peeking her head over her shoulder to look at Tari. “They replaced you with your wolf in no time.” A harmless comment, Tari smiled. Sukiara was no enemy except for recent times. She raised and guided her growing up and hearing her say that was the first time she heard Sukiara made a joke since Tari moved to Sooman city.

Somehow, video games turned into a karaoke and homemade pizza night. Tari has yet to return home and every minute that passes, Johnny constantly wonders where she is. But, that was hidden under the screams of Doyoung and Johnny singing along to ‘Piano Man’ as they eat their unintentionally burnt, or as Johnny calls them “crispy”, homemade pizzas.

“Okay, okay, let’s play…” Johnny laughed, falling back onto the couch and searched through the streaming site for other songs. After four songs and a failed attempt at freestyle choreography, he was slightly out of breath. This may be the only time he wanted to be an air bender – he could literally expand his lungs with air just a little bit. “Ugh, I don’t know. Do you want to go back to vid-?”

“Can we go to the gym?” Doyoung interrupted him what seemed out of nowhere. Johnny noticed Doyoung started acting weird during the videogames, which was why Johnny changed the activities. “I want to go back.”

Johnny was speechless. Could it trigger him? Not only was the atmosphere for benders on the streets tense, but he’ll be back to where he was attacked. Could it make him worse off?

“Listen, I see your face – I know you don’t think it’s a good idea.” Doyoung was quick to explain his thoughts, “But, I need to be with peace with it. Maybe the reason I can’t sleep is because I keep seeing how it was while it was attacked. I keep remembering what happened when I was attacked.” He sighed, “If I can see it now, then it gives me a vision of it where yes, it’s in shambles. But at least I’m safe. And you’ll be with me. Tari would want me to do it.”

If it weren’t for his desperate tone of voice and his pleading eyes, Johnny wouldn’t have said yes.

“The government cannot make you do this and we haven’t done anything yet,” Lin informed, looking solemn as she stood with her arms crossed in the back corner of Tenzin’s personal office. Tenzin sat in the chair in the middle of the room with Tari in front of him, Sukiara standing behind Tari’s chair. “And we’re not planning to until we get your permission.”

“But they’re highly requesting to know which city the Avatar is located in, your identity, and your master levels in each element.” Tenzin sighed. He looked as if he was in between a rock and a hard place, as if it pains him to tell Tari this. “Mainly, they want to know if you are in Sooman so they can be aware, and they can then have you act as a model citizen and stop bending until this is all over.” Tenzin, as representative of the air nation in the Sooman Council, was one of the most influential governmental leaders – not only for his role, but also his legacy. He is seen as the second coming of Aang in non-Avatar form. However, he is also known as the only Air Bending master in the world and thus everyone knew he would know who the Avatar is.

Alternatively, Lin was the general of police and the daughter of Toph. She was widely known for her skills in earth bending and her reputation in the police force. However, everyone assumed the Avatar would learn from Toph. Which is true – Toph was Tari’s mentor, but Lin was her co-mentor per say. “We support you no matter what. This government can honestly go to hell.” Tenzin audibly groaned at this, rolling his eyes – annoyed at the attitude Lin has against the very government she works for. “This is your choice. Your identity. And the government isn’t forcing you out of it.”

Tari’s mind was running miles per minute. If she reveals her identity, it would be public knowledge. When this all blows over – if it all blows over, she wouldn’t be able to walk around in public unnoticed. She will be treated differently. She will lose the people she has in her life. This is the first time ever the government or a government has asked for her identity. The only time her identity was considered an ‘urgent’ matter was when Lin and Tenzin wanted to know how Tari wanted to be treated around Sooman.

Tenzin seemed to observe her anxiety – her fidgeting in the seat, her glances away from eye contact - “Honestly, just think about it. We have until tomorrow to tell him the news.”

Silence. Tari couldn’t respond. Her mind flew of images of her friends, of her bosses, of Hendery, of NCT. If her identity was shown, she wouldn’t be able to enter NCT without the spotlight on her. She knew she would become a political tool, she’ll be under a spotlight. Not to mention, this society was so against bending. What would happen to her?

Tenzin coughed. “Well?”

“May I go think alone?” The adults nodded but they didn’t complete the action before Tari sprinted out the familiar hallways. Tari couldn’t hear Lin chastise Tenzin for the way he presented the government’s request.

The familiar hallways eventually led her to her old temporary bedroom. When she was learning air bending, she stayed here if not the White Lotus island. She saw how it became a meditation area – mostly empty. The walls were now plain beige with stools placed on the rug in an organized manner. To be honest, it felt like she was confined. The walls were the government holding back benders and the fact her identity is so consuming and ruining her life. She wasn’t even old enough to want to be who she is. She wasn’t old enough to remember the legendary tales of Aang and Roku and Kyoshi, of Wan and Yangchen. She wasn’t old enough to be like her peers who desperately spoke about how ‘awesome’ it would be to be the Avatar when she was told of her responsibilities.

She wanted to be by the water. But, she didn’t want anyone to see her distress.

She heard a knock at the door as she stared hopelessly at the floor, continuing to bite her tongue to the point it bled. She didn’t want to heal it.

“My life isn’t mine, huh?” Tari asked, already knowing Sukiara is behind her. “It’s theirs, right?” She turned around. Tari’s ocean blue eyes staring at Sukiara’s icy cold ones, which only seemed to melt as Tari used her own words against her. “I need to give myself up. Give my life up. To keep everyone safe. If the government knows about me, maybe they’ll loosen up.”

Sukiara sighed, sitting beside her as elegantly as she can in her maxi dress the color of the ocean under the night sky. “Your life, yes, your duties – your purpose is for the people.” She started, her voice refuses to waver. Sukiara never wavered and never had a regret. She knew what she had to do, and everything she’s done has been to do it; to protect, guide, and help the Avatar. “But you’re basing that off maybe’s. I don’t think this is my decision, it’s yours. But, most Avatars get identified publicly.” Tari nodded solemnly, not questioning what is being said. She now has to deal with a difficult task – losing what…“You never were.” Sukiara reminded her, “And that is because of your parents.”

Sukiara took a photo out of her satchel. It was a photo from her bedroom on the White Lotus island. It was a postcard her parents sent her for her 18th birthday before she moved to Sooman. It was a photo of her mother, her father, her older brother, and the younger sister she never got to meet. She was always scared to write them back, but they wrote to her every day. It was Tari’s favorite photo of them; they all looked so happy. Her mother and father looked so in love with their life and always wrote about how proud they were of Tari.

“Your parents. They wanted you to make this choice.” Sukiara said. “No one has ever said anything because your parents demanded that your identity is your choice. Your purpose is for the people, but your identity is yours.” The guide’s voice was usually icy and sharp, but now it was like a river flowing on a calm day. “They said your identity was already chosen by destiny enough and the rest of your life should be yours. It’s your choice about this. Not anyone else’s.” Sukiara stood up and left her hand on Tari’s shoulder. “I know whatever your choice is, you’ll make them proud.”

Johnny saw Doyoung’s stark face express the five stages of grief within a couple of minutes. But it ended with a look of determination. The same place he basically resided in – the place he’d visit daily and spend hours among hours with friends, colleagues, and anyone was destroyed. This place represented him; once widely accepted and in fact loved by many of the community – no matter their background, but now destroyed and alienated. People can only silently support it unless they want to be attacked.

The ghosts of the crowds of this area seemed to walk around them in what can be comparable to a deserted wasteland. It used to be full of benders and non-benders, smiling and celebrating life. It felt so strange that this area is only five minutes away from the mainstreet.

“I can’t be silent anymore.” Doyoung mumbled under the harsh and tense atmosphere of the block. The ruins of the gyms stood before them. The once colorful area was darkened by ash, debris, and graffiti. “I can’t be that air bending monk who just wants peace when the world is in chaos.” Doyoung was on the verge of tears, his voice cracking. “Johnny, we have to help. I don’t care what Tari says, but I’m ready to fight.”

Johnny didn’t want to say yes, but didn’t want to reject his desire either. “Let’s wait for Tari, yeah?”

Tari continued to sit in the room – now for the third hour, just staring at the ground. Sukiara’s words gave her more to think about. What would her family want? But now, Ani’s with her. Ani, as her animal guide, can sense when Tari is in distress. So, the grey wolf curled itself next to her knee.

She’s usually never alone with her thoughts, even when she meditates. As the Avatar, she’s the bridge between the Spirit World and the Human World. As a result, once she meditates – she’s there. Of course as a kid, before she learnt how to properly meditate – she never managed to get into the marvelous Spirit World – a mystical forest that parallels the human world but remains uninhabited by humans. Except for one, of course, but General Iroh was more spiritual than an average human. He was delighted when he heard of the news of Sooman City and even more when he heard about the shop Tari works at. Tari’s not going to lie and say that he’s not one of the only reason she frequently visits the Spirit World. But, there’s more to it.

The Spirit World is beautiful and dangerous. It’s mystical and something Tari wishes she can capture accurately with words but the beauty defeats all the words she can think of. The danger, however, is extreme. The danger of spirits was the reason the two worlds were separated in the first place, and before it was separated – the reason humans were granted the ability to bend the elements.

But as she refuses to meditate now, she is now alone with her thoughts. Each thought echoing against the wall and reverberating back towards her. The only sound in the room was the soft combination of breathing of Ani and Tari, with occasional purrs coming from Ani as Tari strokes her out of habit.

“Tenzin, I haven’t made a decision yet.” Tari commented, catching a peek of orange robes from her peripheral vision.

“I look that young?” A shocked joking voice exclaimed. Tari turned around, seeing Aang – who was grinning at her. “I’m here to talk to you.”

At the sight of him, Tari felt her voice tremble. “I’m so, so, sor-.”

“No.” Aang said, her Avatar guide appearing in front of her. “Don’t apologise. You have not disappointed me or Roku, not gonna lie – maybe Kyoshi,” Aang gawked at his successors reaction, “I’m kidding. You haven’t disappointed any of us. Listen, as you know, I can’t be here for long so I’ll tell you a story.”

And a story he told. A story of his own running away from his identity, but how it was right. About how if he hadn’t ran away, he would’ve never been able to stop the war. How time comes when it comes and it will be obvious when it will. He told her of the days he spent wondering if he was worth being the Avatar and if he really was deserving. He told her about running away from his identity. “None of us were perfect, Tari. But the one thing that is; time and your gut. Time and your gut will tell you when it’s right. And when you fear your gut was wrong, when you regret your decision – that decision will only help you become the future you. it’ll help inform your future decisions. So trust it.”

And he faded into thin air, a grin on his face as he wished Tari good luck. A sense of warmth radiated throughout her body; comfort and home and a sense of validation.

With that, Tari knew what she had to do. With Ani following closely behind, Tari stormed into the office where Lin and Tenzin were obviously frustrating each other and declared she’ll keep her identity to herself. Sukiara swore this was the one time she’s ever seen Tari stand her ground like that.

The Avatar then turned to Sukiara,“Can I go home now?”

Sukiara nodded, checking the time on her phone. “We should take a boat back to Soo-.”

“No,” She smiled softly, biting her lip anxiously while gauging her mentor’s reaction. “My other home.”

With a wide grin, Sukiara happily nodded and prepapred for their journey back to the home of the Avatar; Bak Mei Island.

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⚡️self love time! tell me which one of YOUR edits you like the most then send to five other creators to do the same 💕

This made me realize how much shit I post yikes ghdjfkhsla LET ME GO OFF ON THIS AND MENTION A FEW (read a lot because I get the chance now and can fghdjlskh) ghfdjs I have older Baekhyun ones that I’m kind of fond of but that I would have not made as slow now if I made it like THIS and THIS but I like it ignoring the slowmo hfdjkls 🥺 And a few EXO ones!!! THIS obession one, THIS dancing Kai, THIS Lay Lit one. Suho got a few ones overall actually because boy is superior to the whole universe! THIS laughing man is just precious, Gwynplaine testing us, DINNER like do I even have to say anything?!?!?!!?, Soft and abs. For Studio NNG I’ve IM FINE that I actually quite like 🥺 and super soft Chanyeol playing in the ocean! IU got such nice music videos and I swear to god most my posts have nothing to do with my editing or so but all because the videos themselves are just 110% gorgeous but her preforming Eight makes me weak, Through The Night, Above the Time. BLACKPINK IN YOUR AREA!!! Rose Vogue Interview, Rose performing Someone You Loved wearing such a beautiful dress with gorgeous colors and lightning I die fghdjks Fave stage outfits, them in Australia making me all warm because they look so damn happy together I could cry. A few random ones. IKON airplane I really like actually fghdljsh Sunmi LaLaLay, The Wheein Lets Breakup one, Pentagon Dr.BeBe because I suffered making it putting all short short clips of their solo parts fhdsjkl And honorary mention to a non-kpop one which is Adore You because I’m weak for the coloring and lightning and just video overall. I TOLD YOU I WAS GONNA GO OFF. Since I never get the chance to mention things like this otherwise I went all the way this time fdgljsh Sorry for the long answer but I HAVE NO REGRETS 😤🥺

#asks #untouchabyeolman

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pilferingapples · 6 years ago

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Cats on the Barricade!

This one’s for @lawisnotmocked ! A Further Elaboration of Hugo’s linking of cats and revolutionaries!

For this I did a word search on the Hapgood for any mention of “cat” or “cats”, “kitten”, “kittens”, “tom” and “feline”. There may have been a couple cat mentions I missed with that method, but I caught quite a few! And they make for a pretty consistent metaphor, too! Between me and Hugo, this is a long post, so under the cut for length!

The first Cats of the Republic get a mention pretty early, during 1817, in Bombarda’s (1.3.5). And it gets a lot of Mention! (all bolding mine):

"It was a time of undisputed peace and profound royalist security; it was the epoch when a special and private report of Chief of Police Anglès to the King, on the subject of the suburbs of Paris, terminated with these lines:—

“Taking all things into consideration, Sire, there is nothing to be feared from these people. They are as heedless and as indolent as cats. The populace is restless in the provinces; it is not in Paris. (Non-Cat comments snipped) ...In short, it is an amiable rabble.”

Prefects of the police do not deem it possible that a cat can transform itself into a lion; that does happen, however, and in that lies the miracle wrought by the populace of Paris. Moreover, the cat so despised by Count Anglès possessed the esteem of the republics of old. In their eyes it was liberty incarnate; and as though to serve as pendant to the Minerva Aptera of the Piræus, there stood on the public square in Corinth the colossal bronze figure of a cat. The ingenuous police of the Restoration beheld the populace of Paris in too “rose-colored” a light; it is not so much of “an amiable rabble” as it is thought. The Parisian is to the Frenchman what the Athenian was to the Greek: no one sleeps more soundly than he, no one is more frankly frivolous and lazy than he, no one can better assume the air of forgetfulness; let him not be trusted nevertheless; he is ready for any sort of cool deed; but when there is glory at the end of it, he is worthy of admiration in every sort of fury... He is Napoleon’s stay and Danton’s resource. Is it a question of country, he enlists; is it a question of liberty, he tears up the pavements. Beware! his hair filled with wrath, is epic; his blouse drapes itself like the folds of a chlamys...It is thanks to the suburban man of Paris, that the Revolution, mixed with arms, conquers Europe. He sings; it is his delight. Proportion his song to his nature, and you will see! As long as he has for refrain nothing but la Carmagnole, he only overthrows Louis XVI.; make him sing the Marseillaise, and he will free the world.

I’ve included most of this long passage here because it ties into some pretty obvious other imagery later!

I’m not gonna try to myth- or history- check Hugo here because it’s not the point of this post; the point is, look at all this imagery and cat-association he’s giving us! Cats the animal of Minerva, “the very image of liberty”! The power of a Parisian’s song to drive a revolution! Epic rage hair! The Parisian, says Hugo, is like the cat, it is “heedless”,“indolent” , “frivolous”,”lazy” -but it can transform into a lion, and even as a cat ,is a symbol of Liberty in a Republic.

Then we move on , and our next Revolutionary Cat Mention of course shows up in 3.4.1, when one lands right in the center of our actual revolutionaries:

Courfeyrac had, in fact, that animation of youth which may be called the beauté du diable of the mind. Later on, this disappears like the playfulness of the kitten, and all this grace ends, with the bourgeois, on two legs, and with the tomcat, on four paws.

Courfeyrac is a kitten! And he’ll grow up to be a good Parisian Cat, no doubt, ready to turn into a lion at a moment’s notice.

Oh, here’s a moment for a Fans of LM Animal Symbolism! From 4.11.2, Gavroche On The March:

The gossips of the Rue de Thorigny busied themselves only with their own concerns. Three of them were portresses, and the fourth was a rag-picker with her basket on her back.

All four of them seemed to be standing at the four corners of old age, which are decrepitude, decay, ruin, and sadness...Things of this nature were said:—

“Ah, by the way, is your cat still cross?”

“Good gracious, cats are naturally the enemies of dogs, you know. It’s the dogs who complain.”

“And people also.”

“But the fleas from a cat don’t go after people.”

“That’s not the trouble, dogs are dangerous. I remember one year when there were so many dogs that it was necessary to put it in the newspapers. That was at the time when there were at the Tuileries great sheep that drew the little carriage of the King of Rome.

The opinion on the street, from the poor women who really know things at this level: dogs are dangerous, and cats are the enemies of dogs. What a statement, given the most prominent dog in the book!

And of course, in chapter 5.1.2, the final solid Revolutionary Cat of the Republic, sighted at the Corinth, the very image , not of Liberty now, but of the evidence of God’s care in Creation!:

Joly, perceiving a cat prowling on a gutter (a cat in Corinth!), extracted philosophy from it.

“What is the cat?” he exclaimed. “It is a corrective. The good God, having made the mouse, said: ‘Hullo! I have committed a blunder.’ And so he made the cat. The cat is the erratum of the mouse. The mouse, plus the cat, is the proof of creation revised and corrected.”

These are our most obvious links, and they are very clear; the people of Paris--indecisive, fickle, and hedonistic-- are cats. But they are cats who are also lions, and lions and the revolution and the barricade in particular get linked a lot. Just a few mentions: “(The army) gazed into the dark barricade as one would gaze into a lion’s den.” (4.14.4); “The barricade once scaled had a mane of lightning flashes. The assault was so furious, that for one moment, it was inundated with assailants; but it shook off the soldiers as the lion shakes off the dogs” (5.1.21)

And, of course;

“All at once (Enjolras) threw back his head, his blond locks fell back like those of an angel on the sombre quadriga made of stars, they were like the mane of a startled lion in the flaming of an halo” 5.1.5

EPIC PARISIAN RAGE HAIR, in its true form as a lion’s mane!:P

I joke, but there really is a nice clear line of Paris As Cat/POTENTIAL REVOLUTIONARY WERELION running through the novel! It’s about as consistent as Javert’s dog metaphors (and wow someone could probably right a paper on Javert/the cops as dogs and Paris As Cat in Les Mis).

These are of course not the only mention of these animals in the novel-- Valjean gets compared to a lion a lot (...which , now that I think of it: of course Hugo would make his symbolic Jesus Man an Honorary Parisian By Metaphorical Association:P) and getting into the lion/ cat dichotomy would make this post way longer than it already is. And there’s another character who gets a lot of cat imagery that I want to get into in another post. But the Cat Of Revolution is really consistent on its own, and deserves head scritches! er, and citation.

#Cats on the Barricade #long post #What's the meta for #Cat Talk #Corinthe #Joly Talk #Brick Talk

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what-the-crit-is-going-on · 6 years ago

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Episode 45

As the ship sails to the Basaft Isle Nott ducks below deck to attempt to make a few more explosive arrows. Two of them she manages to craft with little difficulty but the last one explodes in her face, singing her hair and covering her face in soot. While recovering from the shock of the explosion she notices something moving around in the galley. Of course she knows she should tell the others of this, or at least tell them the explosion was nothing, and she does. Running up to the deck of the ship she's met with the other members of the Nein getting ready to investigate. Nott assures them it was nothing but a trap Avantica must have set before she passed but it's okay now, and then in halfling mentions to Beau there's someone stowing away in the ship. She doesn't want to tell the others because she's worried they'll overreact.

Of course the others manage to get it out of her and Fjord sends her, Jester and Beau down to apprehend the intruder. What they find is a very small gnome girl, with long blonde hair complete with twigs and chocolate all over her face. She's very chipper and absolutely adorable and goes by the name Twiggy. Jester is immediately smitten with her and Nott warms up to her as well as she introduces her friend Trixie the squirrel.

They bring Twiggy up to the others and introduce themselves, asking why she was stowing away in the first place. Turns out she's being chased most likely by a bad man she stole from in Port Dumali. When asked what she stole from whom she reveals a strange clockwork sphere that she nabbed from a man named Sir Caddigan. She let's Caleb take a look at it while the Nein hand her the dodecahedron to mess with in an out of character act of trust. Caleb tried to cast identify on it but it fails him as the object seems to reject his prying eyes.

The team realizes they're sailing into waters frequently sailed by authority and civillians with a well known pirate vessel and rebrand the ship, with the help of Twiggy's magehand, to The Ball Eater.

Eventually Caleb manages to, with the help of Twiggy, unlock one feature of the sphere which pours a few gold pieces onto the deck of the ship. Then he unlocks a new feature Twiggy had yet to see which poured a handful of green gemstone onto the deck. Curiosity getting into everyone they gather to watch as Caleb and Twiggy learn new features of this sphere by completing puzzles, finally spawning a strange and small black hole in the deck. Things enter into it and come back out unscathed so they lower Beau's top half into it to investigate.

It's dark inside and it stays pretty dark until she puts on her goggles. Before she can see anything she's lowered in deeper and hits a semi soft bundle of things, grabbing ahold and signalling to Fjord to pull her out. In her arms is a red cloak, a pair of winter boots, and a metal staff. Caleb inspects everything finding that the only magic is in the staff and is only meant to warm someone's hands when used. The cloak however, though non magical, does have a symbol embroidered into the back of it. The symbol is a very old Zemnian name; Halas.

The Nein press Twiggy on why Sir Caddigan is so bad and she tells them she believes he is the reason she is the way she is, weird and with bad social skills. She remembers being locked up in a cage or a crate and seeing his gross slender fingers jamming through to scare her, so when she managed to escape and find him eyeing the sphere she took it and ran.

With a little more prodding of the sphere, Caleb manages to send the team (minus Yasha since she was standing away from them) into a green light and emerge into a strange chamber, the sphere no longer with them and no means of exit as far as they know. This chamber has four banners; red, green, blue, and black, with Halas’ symbol on all of them. They also notice the two dead bodies laying near the middle of the chamber where they are. Twiggy magehand's the blue banner, pulling it back to reveal a dragon statue with an open maw, from the maw an arc of lightning bolts out and strikes Caleb and Twiggy, the gnome managing to dodge but Caleb with no such luck. Moving the banner back in front of it stops the statue and the banner remains unscathed from this magic.

Caduceus casts a spell to help him commune with the body closest and asks about it's fate. The only information he gleams from it is that it was killed by the wailing creature behind the black banner. The Nein, eager to leave this odd chamber, vote to test the banners from the safety of Caleb's tiny hut. Pulling back the green banner shows them the statue of a mutated and sickly looking human. A cloud of poisonous gas rolls out from it's mouth but they are unaffected thanks to the protection of the hut.

Behind the red banner is just a red door, also with the symbol of Halas on it. Twiggy magehand lockpicks the door, unlocking it, and sending it up into flames from a trap rigged to it. Once the flames subside the door and the banner are perfectly fine and Twiggy uses her magic hand to open the door. The Nein approach the new hallway and enter into it, causing Fjord and Caleb to get slight vertigo, they continue on this strange incline in the hall to get the feeling they are turning and gravity is shifting as they go further in. On the other side is a room that appears to be a study. They come to the realization that this hallway is interplanar as they exit at a slant but come out upright in the study.

Among many many books and shelves the focus is drawn to a large stained glass window at the center wall of this room. Outside the window is nothing but darkness and even Caleb's lights get snuffed out when they enter that darkness. Other than the hallway there is no other exit to this room. Nott and Twiggy investigate a cabinet but just as they reach their hands into it's doors, teeth appear and chomp down on the two rogues’ arms. The others give little help as they check out the rest of the room, feeling as the two can handle this monster. And they do! With Twiggy slashing at it from inside once she gets swallowed and Nott piercing it's “mouth heart” with a pepper arrow she thought was an explosive arrow, causing it to sneeze blood from it's wound inside.

The stained glass seems to represent the planes of existence but appears to be missing the divine gate, telling the Nein this window is pre calamity old. They do notice something different in this map of the planes in the form of a red dot added onto the window.

Fjord is anxious to advance and touches the window causing it to shatter, suck him out into the void and reform behind him. Beau and Jester run up to see what the hell just happened and investigate the window. Eventually Beau settles on the Fjord way of doing things and touches the glass causing her and Jester to be thrust out of the room and into the unknown as well. Following those two is Caduceus and Twiggy, and lastly (because they stopped to nab some books) Nott and Caleb.

Fjord falls into a chamber littered with bones and remains of bodies. Once he's up and gathering his surroundings he's met with the voice and face of a young, blue dragon. Obviously after some conversation Fjord can tell this dragon is not friendly and he stalls for time before he's inevitably eaten. Jester and Beau join him as his talking wears think with the dragon and the fight begins. Fjord blinks out as Beau uses her fire elemental gem she got forever ago from their adventure with the Iron Shepherds and tells it to fuck up that dragon.

Caduceus and Twiggy fall into the battle soon after and let loose some offense to help this elemental (who honestly is doing most of the work). Fjord blinks to a hallway nearby Caduceus and runs down it only to be met with a dead end and a glowy green crystal.

The dragon shoots lightning breath out to Jester, dealing a hefty sum of pain onto her, and as she uses hellish rebuke to deal some back, the cold damage from her spell gets sucked behind her into the other hallway where another gem resides. From the gem a light shoots out into the floor and towards the center of the chamber where a familiar, but less complicated sphere resides. Fjord uses his armor of Agathys to send some energy into the other gem and the same thing happens again.

After many hits to and from the dragon Jester transforms him into a red weasel reminiscent of Sprinkle. Beau runs past and, taking a page from Fjord's playbook, touches the sphere in the center causing her to disappear from battle (which causes her elemental to no longer be loyal to the Nein).

The elemental, being close to the weasel still, attacks it and sending it back into it's dragon form.

Fjord advises everyone to run for the sphere as Caleb and Nott finally join the fray and he makes a break for it himself, hopefully getting sent to wherever Beau is. Caduceus is next in the teleport line and Caleb follows suit. Soon it's only Jester, Nott, and Twiggy left to face the weakened dragon and fire elemental. Jester is looking rough and scared and Nott can tell, she runs from the dragon, taking it's reactionary hit before bamfing out of the chamber, leaving Jester safe from an attack of opportunity if she bolts too. Which she does of course as Twiggy remains hidden. Once they're all out the gnome pops up, fires one last meaningful shot at the dragon in the name of her friends, and sends the dragon to the ground in it's final breath. She thinks about grabbing a tooth to prove she killed it but the fire elemental, now with nothing nearby to attack, focuses on her. So she rushes out via the sphere and the Nein poof back onto their ship.

They're surrounded by their confused crew, who tell them they've been gone a week and they've already made it to Basaft. Their repairs are done and the dock master is waiting impatiently for payment. They hand over the gold and see Twiggy off on her adventures, giving her an honorary membership to the Mighty Nein and gaining the strange clockwork sphere. Most of the group go to rest after that near death experience but Beau and Caduceus stay up and chat about how they're pretty okay even after that harrowing battle. Keeping watch over the ship as the others gain much needed rest.

#cr #critical role #beau #caleb #fjord #jester #nott #critical role spoilers #beauregard #yasha #c2e45 #sorry this took a bit #had to prep for a convention #😅😅😅

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garden-ghoul · 6 years ago

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I finally remembered DURING the weekend to record my notes on Sourcery! In this one you can hear me: enjoying doing a Rincewind voice. Clocks in at 19:26 (I’m going to start putting in episode length because it seems like the kind of thing people will like to know.) Transcript under the cut.

HELLO and welcome to episode 4 of what I am now calling “It’s Yelling All the Way Down.” Because it just seemed a bit egotistical to ascribe critical analysis to myself. This week* I’ve drawn the number 5, which means we’re reading Sourcery. With a U. Before reading this book I did not remember a single thing about it except that the main character is perhaps… a sorcerer? And is named Coin. Also according to the summary this is a Rincewind book, the first one since The Light Fantastic. I think he might have died in that one. But no matter, he’s back!

A bit about wizards, before we begin:

We’ve already seen witches, who are my favorites. Pratchett was fond of saying “if men were witches, they would be wizards,” which I think is supposed to be a comment on how men are socialized to be self-important and relatively useless and ask for more credit than they deserve? Although it could just be gender essentialism. Anyway, that’s what wizards do. We very briefly met some in Jingo, where as you might recall they were extorting money from the city-state under threat of magical mayhem. We’ll see more of exactly that in this book! Let’s get right to it.

Now, on Earth (or Roundworld, as it is sometimes called), specifically in England, seven is considered to be a magical number. So much so that whoever perpetrated ROY G BIV (Newton, maybe?) invented several colors just so a rainbow would have seven of them. On the Disc there is an eighth color, inspired by the extra little echoey bit on the inside of a rainbow that is both green AND purple; this color is called octarine. That’s not what the introduction is about, it’s about the eighth son of an eighth son, who of course has become a wizard. But I’m sure it will come up, and then we’ll be prepared, won’t we?

Now this eighth son of an eighth son, he had seven sons, each one from the cradle at least as powerful as any wizard in the world.

And then he had an eighth son...

A wizard squared. A source of magic.

A sourcerer.

We join this double-eight wizard with his young eighth son on the shingle, where he’s having a chat with DEATH. DEATH is a friendly sort. Likes cats. Very little patience with wizards who are trying to create a magical destiny for babies. Because all prophecies require loopholes, the double-eight wizard prophesies that his son will become the mightiest and everyone will bow before him, et cetera et cetera, UNLESS… he throws his staff away. And then the wizard gets struck by lightning and as he dies he puts his soul into the staff. The kid also got struck by lightning but he’s fine. As you may have guessed, this kid is our protagonist, Coin, the sourcerer.

Cut to Unseen University, on the eve of the appointment of a new arch-chancellor. The books in the library are uneasy. The university seems to be sinking. The rats, mice, ants, and even the gargoyles off the roof are abandoning ship. Rincewind and the Librarian seem to be the only wizards who have noticed, although as we are told Rincewind is so bad at wizardry that he’s actually worse than non-wizards. One wonders how he was admitted to the university, because he doesn’t seem rich. Is it just that EVERY eighth son gets in because it makes them A Wizard? Anyway, he’s an assistant librarian (honorary) so he invites the Librarian out for drinks just to get him out of the University.

This means they’re going to miss the arch-chancellor accession feast, which is probably for the best because Coin is going to be there, and you can bet his dad’s been whispering in his ear about what ought to be done to the rest of the wizards who kicked him out. Indeed, he walks right in and challenges the most powerful immediately available wizard to a magical duel, lets him do a party trick, and then vaporizes him. He’s ten, and is set up as a Creepy Child: he stares through people rather than looking at them, talks a bit like an encyclopedia, and clearly hasn’t heard of ethics. The wizards immediately accept him as their arch-chancellor, realizing that it will be incredibly easy to manipulate this kid into doing whatever they want by making him think he has the sort of power that matters.

Lots of good mentions here of how wizards instinctively distrust each other; wizard politics; assassinations; mind games. Nevertheless, two wizards have made a cautious alliance to deal with the threat Coin represents. Spelter, the Bursar and a fifth level wizard; and Carding, an eighth-level wizard (that’s the highest level).

Let us leave them there for a moment to follow the thief who has stolen the arch-chancellor’s hat, which seems to be a talking hat and actually quite keen to be stolen. This thief has tracked down Rincewind, the only readily apparent wizard outside of the university, and is trying to kidnap him for some kind of dangerous wizard mission, under threat of death. The mission is to bring the arch-chancellor’s hat to Klatch, where “there is someone fit to wear us.” There’s a brief misadventure where the hat is stolen, apparently to show off that it can kill people on its own just fine. It’s pretty clear that the hat is full of wizards in the same way Coin’s staff is full of his awful dad, setting us up for a battle of evil and evil: there are plenty of battles in which neither side is correct.

A bit about the thief: her name is Conina, and in my opinion far too much is being made of her looks. She has an apparently hereditary urge to murder, basically a hair trigger with throwing knives, which is unfortunate for her because she wants to be a hairdresser. She can’t see the tools of the trade without imagining doing a murder with them. I was pretty into this whole high fantasy parody thing Pratchett was doing until he started parodying sexist tropes by, uh, just straight up putting sexist tropes in his book. Not his finest hour.

At the university, most of the wizards are enjoying all the extra magic pouring out of Coin. They can do exciting spells now! As soon as Coin starts doing exciting spells, though, they remember they’re afraid of him. He appearifies the Patrician—good old Vetinari, who hasn’t yet been characterized beyond being the sort of person who says “what is the meaning of this?”—and turns him into a lizard. Because wizards should rule the city, you see? Not people who understand politics. Coin has a very ten-year-old understanding of what it means to rule. One imagines him ruling so thoroughly that all he has left is a bunch of lizards and then I’m sure he’d feel rather foolish.

The wizards take their cues from Coin and go out to terrorize the city, and they seem to have a great time. But wizards, like everyone else, fundamentally want certainty and familiarity in their lives. And Coin is scaring them. At this point we start to wonder to what extent Coin’s mind actually is his own, because he’s saying incredibly ominous grown-up things like “who among you has been into your dark library these past few days? The magic is inside you now, not imprisoned between covers. Is that not a joyous thing?” You know, sort of cognitively, one doesn’t expect a ten-year-old either to speak like this or to be this single-minded. It’s worrying. Is he okay? What thoughts does he think?

In the oppressively quiet darkness of night in a university under new rule, Spelter hears someone quietly crying. When he looks into the room Coin is on the bed sobbing while his staff whispers to him. The next day “Coin” announces that they’re going to burn down the library, 90,000 books, many of them sentient. Spelter barely manages to tell the librarian, who’s barricaded in, before he comes across the staff and it vaporizes him.

Let’s see what Conina and Rincewind are up to. Oh, getting attacked by pirates! Conina murders a whole bunch of them but some do make off with the hat, so when they land she decides they ought to go somewhere in port they can get attacked by The Criminal Element. This will allow them to get information or something. Look, Conina just wants to get in a fight, and I can respect that.

I also want to check in with Rincewind because I think the way he’s written is pretty interesting. His psyche seems very uncomplicated: at most times he’s just thinking about how he can avoid getting attacked and get as far away from danger as possible. And being racist about how they don’t do things proper in Al Khali. But we get occasional interjections from his conscience and, now, his libido, which gives the feeling that he works hard to suppress any thoughts he feels are foreign to his lifestyle. Pratchett reinforces this foreignness by portraying them as voices Rincewind doesn’t recognize. He has a suspicion that he’s falling in love, but doesn’t like it. He only has physiological symptoms, as far as I can tell. So we get this picture of a person completely out of tune not only with his body but with his mind as well, who has worn such a deep psychological groove of habit that he can’t conceive of climbing out of it.

Anyway, Conina and Rincewind are kidnapped by the ruler of the city, who is called a Seriph because heaven forbid Sir Terry let any small detail go un-pastiched. The Seriph’s grand vizier has possession of the arch-chancellor’s hat and is aware that it’s dangerous, because it told him. Also he’s evil, because a grand vizier’s got to be evil. He imprisons our heroes I guess, but very shortly afterward the amount of ambient magic skyrockets and there are a ton of wizards from Unseen University there! Halfway across the Disc! The vizier turns up, having had his mind taken over by the arch-chancellor’s hat and declaring that wizards are taking back what’s theirs from sourcerers. I like this, we have two opposing magical forces, both figureheaded by humas but in fact ruled by inanimate objects with echoes of dead minds inside.

And, yes, just a few pages later Rincewind states one of the major themes of the book!

“That’s what you people never understand,” said Rincewind, wearily. “You think magic is just something you can pick up and use, but the truth is, magic uses people. It affects you as much as you affect it, sort of thing. You can’t mess around with magical things without it affecting you.”

After hearing so much about the thousand-year, horrifyingly destructive Mage Wars, it’s pretty clear that magic isn’t just magic here. Any kind of power corrupts, and if in this book it happens to corrupt not because of human nature but because of its own malice—well, that’s metaphors for you. Anyway Rincewind and company escape on a magic flying carpet, which is using him as a conduit to fly itself, per usual.

Then we get this honestly really cool scene where the fleeing heroes are camped out on a beach watching spells streaking across the sky like meteors over the Circle Sea: the hat’s tower in Al Khali doing battle with Coin’s tower in Ankh. Shockwaves ripple across them, and in his sleep Rincewind is trying to build a tower, which seems to be some kind of wizardly instinct. As soon as he can he steals the flying carpet and absent-mindedly heads for Ankh-Morpork because he thinks of it as his home base. Over the ocean we see other wizards’ towers springing up everywhere: they’re all joining in the war. I love this sort of distant apocalypse imagery, the contrast between the peace of a totally uninhabited area and the massive devastation that from far away looks kind of pretty. Here at the end of all things.

Rincewind returns to a city totally unlike the one he left: gleaming white marble, fountains, and not a single soul. Smoke boils up from the university’s tower, which is slagged and melted but still firing off terrifying magic at the tower in the next city-state over. And the library, where Rincewind spent a lot of very happily boring time as an assistant librarian, lies in ashes. Rincewind goes into the tower. The flashes of magic illuminate the librarian and many of his 90,000 books, which flew in to take shelter when the library burned. He tells Rincewind to put a stop to all this sourcery, seeing as Rincewind seems to be the only other wizard who hasn’t gone mad with power (the reason being, he hasn’t got any). And obviously the librarian has his books to tend to. So Rincewind puts a half-brick in a sock and starts up the tower.

In the top of the tower the Ankh wizards defeat Quirm, and then when the hat is momentarily distracted, they defeat Al Khali too. But Coin is still an open doorway through which magic pours into the world. “Can you hear them?” asks Carding. “You’re pouring sourcery into the world and other things are coming with it.” I have always liked this image, of a great number of terrible things just barely compelled to stay outside of the circle of the universe, and being invited in when too much magic is used. For a moment the staff is indisposed horribly murdering Carding and Coin is uncertain, upset that a man is dead. Then it returns to his hands and he says: let’s fight the gods. I was expecting it to be a bit more of a thing but he settles it in about a paragraph: we’ll just put them inside this bubble, there we are. Just then Rincewind staggers up over the edge of the tower, swinging his half-brick. His exchange with Coin is… absolutely delightful. They’re at exact opposite ends of the wizard spectrum.

“I have come,” said Rincewind thickly, “to challenge the sourcerer. Which one is he?” He surveyed the prostrate wizardry, hefting the half-brick in one hand.

One of the wizards risked a glance upwards and made frantic eyebrow movements at Rincewind who, even at the best of times, wasn’t much good at interpreting non-verbal communication. This wasn’t the best of times.

“With a sock?” said Coin. “What good is a sock?”

The arm holding the staff rose. Coin looked down at it in mild astonishment. “No, stop,” he said. “I want to talk to this man.” He stared at Rincewind, who was swaying back and forth under the influence of sleeplessness, horror and the after-effects of an adrenaline overdose. “Is it magical?” he said, curiously. “Perhaps it is the sock of an Archchancellor? A sock of force?”

Rincewind focused on it. “I don’t think so,” he said. “I think I bought it in a shop or something. Um. I’ve got another one somewhere.”

“But in the end it has something heavy?”

“Um. Yes,” said Rincewind. He added, “It’s a half-brick.”

“But it has great power.”

“Er. You can hold things up with it. If you had another one, you’d have a brick.” Rincewind spoke slowly. He was assimilating the situation by a kind of awful osmosis, and watching the staff turn ominously in the boy’s hand.

“So. It is a brick of ordinariness, within a sock. The whole becoming a weapon.”

“Um. Yes.”

“How does it work?”

“Um. You swing it, and then you. Hit something with it.”

The staff tells Coin to kill Rincewind, but Coin is hesitant, because Rincewind looks like “an angry rabbit,” and is probably harmless. “Why should I do everything you tell me?” says Coin to the staff. “I always do everything you tell me, and it doesn’t help people at all.” Basically it’s like asking a kid to murder a clown. He’s so funny! Why should I kill him!

The staff tortures him a bit. Might I remind you: his ten-year-old son. Rincewind thinks this is a bit much and whacks the staff out of his hand with the half-brick-in-sock. He actually steps in front of Coin to defend him from the staff, even though bravery and altruism are really not his thing. And Coin catches the staff, and throws it away. It comes back, of course, and they do battle. All the wizards are terrified, and Rincewind looks around accusingly at the wizards who won’t help this ten-year-old fighting for his life and the fate of reality itself. All we see of Rincewind’s intervention is his seared hat floating gently to the ground.

He and Coin wake up on the cold black sand of the Dungeon Dimension, staring at the backs of the Things that are trying to break into the universe. The staff has been melted and Rincewind decides to be a real hero one more time and attack the Things with a sock full of sand as a distraction so Coin can get out of there. Which he does. And then the door closes, and Rincewind is stuck in the Dungeon Dimension. We’ll see him again later, don’t worry.

As a minor footnote, the apocalypse is happening out there. It’s a Norse-style apocalypse: the gods have vanished, so ice giants are taking over the world. The librarian gets the pearl full of all the gods and sort of throws it and they come out and reverse the apocalypse, I guess. And then Coin undoes everything he did, and I THINK he also erases everyone’s memory of the very brief Mage War. And because he’s lost and alone and doesn’t know what he wants at all… he steps out of the universe, into a simpler, nicer one. A small universe with a garden. And the door closes behind him.

The book ends in the library, where the books have come back to roost and it’s warm and quiet. The librarian has put Rincewind’s hat in a minor ceremonial niche, because “a wizard will ALWAYS come back for his hat.” Listen, I think the librarian might be a bit sweet on Rincewind. It’s very cute.

So, thus ends the book! This one doesn’t have a whole lot of themes since the main purpose of it is to be a fun fantasy adventure with an absolutely kicking climax. I’d say the main one is that Sir Terry vastly prefers consistency to excitement and that war is bad. Oh, hey, that’s a lot like the last one, isn’t it? And there’s also a bit of a warning about how allowing yourself to have power is always a very dangerous balancing game. Humans always have to be careful not to forget how dangerous it is to have power, and how the only way to use it even a little bit well is to think scrupulously of the masses of normal people your actions affect. I feel like he’d agree with my (rather unwilling) stance on Ethical Anxiety. Which is to say, he might understand why I am constantly extremely anxious about taking ethical actions.

Today’s thought, Shabbat shalom, is to ask yourself how you are using the power you have, and ask yourself where you get your ethics: your parents? Your friends? The news? Which news? That’s all for now. This has been It’s Yelling All the Way Down, intro and end music is TOKiMONSTA’s “Hungry Stomach.” Bye!

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Gotham s5ep2 “Trespassers” Personal Review

“Maybe there's still good people left in Gotham.” “Some say the darker angels of our nature are unlocked and set free.” Warning spoilers below

JIM GORDON Mainland wants the GCPD to do nothing in the case of the children. “Your dedication to your job is admirable, Captain, but you lack perspective.” Jim Gordon says he needs supplies not opinions but Mainland says, nope. They won´t risk pilots (theirs or Wayne Enterprise´s). “So you can save a few lives for thousands, but I can't?” Touché. Jim got a point there. HARVEY BULLOCK * Shows some (un)healthy pessimism. “IF we get back.” / “Check out the basement in a creepy hotel by myself? Sure. What could go wrong, right?” * Still has the best lines: “Why would anyone be a cop in a world like this?” “Well, the Halloween shop was all out of gas masks, so it was either this or sexy nurse.” * “Oh, my God. Oh. Not good. Oh, God. This This is not good.” And after having swiped through the teeth he still picks up the severed finger that is obviously a severed finger. Honey, what are you doing? The LOGERQUIST HOTEL Scene was awesome. Some reminiscence to earlier season, a side quest that gives you break from the greater mess. More please. > It´s just awesome that they just pulled the leaver and let them slide into a campy/classy horror. You just have to scream at the screen. Don´t leave the kids alone! Don´t split up! Don´t trust the other kid! How about you go for the lamps and try to destroy them instead of banging the door! (Harvey Bullock smashing the windows was a clever moment though, gotta give him that) Just the whole atmosphere of that set alone. Love! > This showed actual detective work and brought the plot and chara points of the macrocosm into this microcosm !!!!!!! It´s not only Harvey Bullock being weary of being sent into the basement (what could go wrong) that ties back to him not being keen to be shot standing next to Jim because Jim got the bounty on his head. It´s going right for the lingering pessimism that Harvey has been expressing (If we get back..) and him lecturing Jim that Jim´s methods (not killing Penguin) aren´t the right way for the mess they are in. They have Harvey Bullock being so perceptive to point out the lit candle right away. “Jim, we're not alone. Someone lit that candle. “ To which JIM GORDON reacts with HOPE! “In the old west, settlers used to leave a candle burning to lead others to safety. Maybe there's still good people left in Gotham.” He´s not only playing the same record that he played the whole last episode (and I´m not shading him there, his attitude is great in that situation, otherwise what would there be left but despair for him and everyone else) but he´s also referencing HISTORY .. and I vaguely remember that this is not the first time he did that [[DOES AYONE have a better memory than I do? PLS tell me]] which brings back memories of early Jim Gordon that solves cases and Ed´s riddles. They at the same time concede hope a victory, they get to save the two kids and Gabriel but Jim Gordon has to leave the other boy behind: “Not everyone wants your help, Jim Gordon.” IVY PEPPER “The plants came to my protection. “ Ivy, how about you asked them to stop. “But this park ever since we were cut off from the rest of the world, it's been behaving differently. There are things growing here I have never seen before.” Okay fucks sake, I so hope that this is not true. First we get Ivy magically aged then we get Ivy stealing some potion aka none of her love for plants and research and experiments that I wanted to see and now she should be afraid of them even? How about no?! Okay, I´m glad they didn´t go there. “You know, I wasn't lying when I said this park is changing.I'm feeding the earth with these wretched creatures. It consumes them, and then it flourishes.” >> Okay I can´t say that I like the “Ivy is a maniacal, cold-blooded killer.” but the mere suggestion of Ivy being intimidated and patronized by her plants scared me enough to be happyish about it. I´d still like to see her be just with her plants. Bring back her mushroom farm! Scratch all that murder business she had going on with Gotham and its people. Give her some space and place to care about her plants and learn more about them and okay if someone disturbs them or tries to harm them, and then bring out the murder. Maybe it might go into a direction like that now..... ? Ivy more and more retreating into the branches of that tree, while talking to Bruce got me intrigued. “Where I'm going is none of your business. Best hurry. That root will die if left out in the open for too long.” Her being so mysterious, and ambiguous about if she can be trusted suits her. Much, much more than a snarly direct threat of murder. She is her own entity, that does as she pleases and everything else if left to wonder what that might be! That would be a good attitude. QUESTION: “One thing is for sure though the seed will alter her forever.” “How?” “Some say the darker angels of our nature are unlocked and set free.” So this “some say” does not sound like a general statement about the nature of humanity it does sound like some people talk about the effects of this particular plant on humans. Which begs the question: Who says this? The plants? Do they whisper to her? Is it meant indirectly as in the research she did told her that? Or are there actually other people with knowledge over matters like this? Are there records, writings, research with footnotes? Did Ivy read them? Did she do her own experiments. Who or what is this referring to. I need answers!!

Also: Ivy is so ridiculously overpowered in this show, how the hell did those guys manage to lock her up? Also2: Is the guys story about them coming for their magic and getting killed true? Ivy at first helping people? After all the nurse knew about her and thought she would help? Was she kind and people got greedy, demanded too much, wanted to take advantage of her? Then again she was not known as the helpful fairy but as witch, so there might have been something that got her that reputation .. but there also had to be something that got her a reputation as healer instead of solely being a murderous killer witch? EDWARD NYGMA * How could he believe locking himself up would work if he just had the key in his pocket? This should have been some timed release system that didn´t give him access to the key until after a couple of hours. * Uhm, can TANK from the Street Demonz gang please stick around. I like him. I like those two together. That´s fun. “Did I, uh hit you, et cetera? Any idea why?” * Okay so sleepwalking or for him rather wakewalking Ed has orchestrated the demise of the Street Demonz in order to get some more chaos and war and likely Oswald´s head? Great. * “How did I seem? Was I confident, flamboyant, charisma for days? Or a little more conservative, kind of repressed, a little nerdy?” “You seemed stiff, man of few words. In a daze, actually.” “Interesting.” * “Well, whoever did just started one hell of a war.” Tank can you please stick around, I need a rough biker that gets to the heart of things like that on Eds side. PREDICTION? Oswald put a bounty on Jim Gordan´s head. The criminals want to kill him. “Edward” likely put an indirect bounty on Oswald Cobblepot´s head, ciminals will want to kill them. However it seems Barbara Kean makes this situation less equal with protecting Jim Gordon from criminals and tightening the thumb screws on him in order to get Jim to kill Oswald. It just seems everyone´s best bet is to go get rid of Oswald right now. And I´m gonna be disappointed if Oswald doesn´t change back to his clever self and manipulate the situation in a way that ties his and Jim´s life back together … SET DESIGN Yes this is a character on its own and it´s marvelous. * The Wallpaper in Edward Nygma´s bathroom is pretty. * Is that a can of beer on the window still next to Tank in the bathtub?? * Damn every place Ivy stays at is just eerie, beautiful and just stunning. * The halls of Logerquist Hotel are awesome and the perfect atmosphere. FunFact: John Logerquist founded Gotham in 1635

* Someone had a field trip with the LIGHTNING [Edit: Link] in this. First the bright lights in the conversation with Barbara Kean and Jim Gordon in the Sirens club, then the Lightning used as weapon at the hotel. This all should be super obnoxious, like glaring out a charas whole face during a dialogue .. what .. but it all just works, and works really well. Damn. Honorary mention: The light bulb and welding sparks 11:40 * Those safe houses that Lucius Fox set up looked like a dream again. Just like Lee with that train, or Jim visiting the retired Carmine. I just wait for someone to wake up, shatter the bubble, destroy the niceness. It slightly creeps me out every time they do that. * “What do I do, just swallow it?” Okay Bruce Wayne should have told SELINA KYLE everything that Ivy said about that thing. This is not an informed medical decision: Me not moving vs. probably not me but moving is a relevant thing to know. Not that I think it would change anything for Selina, but they should have laid open all the information and it bugs me. It might kill you is just half of the story. It might change who you are even if it works is a significant thing to know about. * GABRIEL I literarily can´t believe he is still alive. That´s the kind of character that usually has the shortest shelf life. * Also how beautifully phrased was Bruce Wayne´s initial distrust towards Ivy is. “You'll forgive me if I find it hard to do so.” * “God, what have I done” Acting on point, acting over all point, acting is said point .. * “I'll tell you what! I'll take his head, and you can have the rest of him!” I giggled. (Context: He doesn´t need more than Jim´s head to collect the bounty from Penguin)

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