#in control there was a type of enemy that was just a ball of shadow that rapidly flashed lights. like why. fuck off.

[tele-mesmerism]

alan wake is. interesting. both playthrus ive tried have voices too low and gunshots & screams too loud so i cant fall asleep to it. i think its good so far altho i kinda hate the studio for making flashing lights so prominent & unavoidable w/o any way to turn them off (it was like this in control too). i truly do not think anything is ever so important its worth hurting ppl and making your game entirely inaccessible to some

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THE OTHER GUY PT.2 | FC43

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part one

ynpiastri

📍 spain

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The late afternoon sun bathed the resort in a warm, golden hue, casting long shadows across the sprawling terrace. You stretched out on a lounge chair, your oversized sunglasses hiding the exhaustion that had followed you all the way from Baku. Spain had seemed like the perfect escape—far from the relentless media attention, from the pit lane politics, and most importantly, from him.

You sipped your iced tea, letting the coolness of the drink momentarily soothe your frustration. You’d spent weeks defending Logan online, battling fans who were celebrating his replacement, all while watching the media fawn over Franco —her newest enemy. He was charming, sure, with his flashy smile and ridiculous sense of humour, but you saw right through it. He was the reason Logan was out of a seat, and no amount of good press could change that.

"Vacation," you muttered to herself, scrolling through your phone with half-interest. "More like damage control." You caught sight of a headline featuring Franco, and instinctively, your blood boiled. Another interview where he effortlessly charmed the reporters, cracking jokes, talking about his "new chapter" with the team.

Your fingers itched to type something snarky, but you resisted. You were supposed to be here to forget about him, not let him take over your every waking thought.

The sound of waves crashing gently against the shore and the soft chatter of other resort guests faded into the background as you sunk deeper into the oversized cushion. A brief moment of peace, a break from everything that had been weighing you down since the start of the season.

Your phone buzzed again.  You swiped at the notification, but instead of seeing another message, you found herself back on his Instagram. There he was, shirtless on a yacht, sunglasses perched cockily on his nose, and that same aggravatingly perfect smile. You couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

Ugh, him again.

Tossing your phone aside, determined not to let him ruin the one place where you were supposed to be free from all the F1 drama. The warm breeze ruffled your hair, and you let out a deep sigh. Maybe the sunshine and a few more days of disconnecting would finally help you feel better.

You slipped your sunglasses further down over your eyes and leaned back in the chair, letting the sun soak into your skin. Just as you were beginning to drift off, the sound of distant laughter and voices pulled your attention toward the pool. A group of people, probably other guests, gathered around, laughing and chatting as they played a game of volleyball. You tried not to focus too much on them, but something felt oddly familiar about the scene.

Then you heard it—a voice that sent an immediate chill through your body, a voice that had been haunting you far too often lately.

"Come on, you can’t let me win that easily!"

Your eyes shot open, and there he was. Of all the places in Spain, of all the resorts you could’ve chosen, he had to be here, of course.

Franco Colapinto — Logan’s replacement —stood shirtless at the edge of the pool, a volleyball in hand, grinning like he didn’t have a care in the world. Your stomach twisted in irritation as you watched him toss the ball to one of the resort guests, laughing easily, his carefree attitude only making you hate him more.

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Quickly grabbing your phone, ready to escape to your room before he could notice you, you stood up trying to ignore the piercing headache you got for standing up too quickly. But before you could slip away, that familiar voice called out again.

“Well, fancy seeing you here. I knew you couldn’t stay away, hermosa.”

You froze. Heart sinking, and her fingers tensing around your phone. Of course, he'd spotted you. He always seemed to know exactly where you were, like he had some sixth sense for ruining your day.

Reluctantly, you turned around, eyes narrowing as they locked on him. He was leaning against the pool railing now, dripping wet from his earlier game, an insufferably smug grin on his face.

"You’ve got to be kidding me," you muttered, shaking your head. This trip was supposed to be about getting away from him, not running into him at every turn.

He casually pushed himself away from the railing, moving closer, still dripping as he walked towards you. "You look surprised. Didn’t think you’d be lucky enough to spend more time with me, did you?"

"Surprised? No. Horrified? Absolutely," you shot back, folding your arms across her chest, your usual defences kicking in.

He laughed, that low chuckle you found utterly irritating. "Relax. I’m not here to ruin your holiday. You just happen to be where the fun is."

"You call this fun?" you gestured vaguely to the pool and surrounding guests, "Seems pretty desperate if you ask me."

"Desperate? Me? No, I’d say it’s fate." He smiled. "Destiny brought us here together, Chiquitita."

"More like bad luck. What are you doing here?" you seethed, looking at him venomously.

"Same thing as you, I imagine. Bit of sun, a bit of relaxation..." Franco grinned. "Or maybe I came because I knew you’d be here, hermosa."

You rolled your eyes, ignoring the sudden warmth in your cheeks. "Right. Because stalking me across Spain is your idea of fun."

"Stalking’s a strong word. Besides, it’s not my fault you chose the same resort. Destiny, maybe?" He took a step closer, and you instantly regretted not fleeing the second you saw him.

You scowled. "This place is big enough. Stay out of my way, and I’ll stay out of yours."

He chuckled, not taking the hint. "You’re funny. You know, I’ve seen your posts—those little digs at me. It’s almost cute how much you hate me. But hate’s just another kind of passion, isn’t it?"

Your stomach twisted. He was being playful, teasing, as usual. But underneath the banter, there was something more—something that made your skin tingle and your defences rise.

“I don’t have time for your little games,” you shot back, trying to sound as unaffected as possible. “You’re just a reminder of everything that’s gone wrong with Logan.”

His smile faded slightly, and for a brief moment, there was a flicker of sincerity in his eyes. "I’m not trying to be. Believe it or not, I didn’t want things to go down the way they did with Logan."

You paused, thrown by the unexpected change in tone. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.

“Look, just stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.”

francolapinto

📍 valencia, spain

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A few days later, you were starting to settle into the rhythm of the resort. Early morning swims, afternoons lounging by the pool with your book, and quiet evenings spent at the beachfront bar. It was exactly what you needed—peace, space, and time to forget about the fact that everywhere you were, he was too.

But of course, that was too much to ask.

It was late afternoon when you had found herself once again in the outdoor seating area, soaking up the sun, your book lying forgotten on your lap, eyes closed, letting the soft sound of waves crash in the distance.

“Don’t tell me I’m the reason you’ve been hiding out all week.”

Your eyes flew open to see him standing next to your table, casually leaning on the back of the empty chair across from you.

"For the last time, I’m not hiding," you said, exasperated.

"Right. Because reading that same page for the last hour doesn’t look like someone avoiding their surroundings," Franco teased, glancing at your book. Before you could protest, he sat down, uninvited.

"Are you really doing this? Here, again?" you glared at him, tempted to just pick up and leave.

“Relajarse (relax),” he said, waving over a waiter. “I just wanted to talk.”

“About what? About how great you are at ruining perfectly good days?”

“Ruining days? Or making them more interesting?” he grinned, ordering a drink in his perfect spanish. “I can’t help that you always look bored when I’m not around.”

“I’m bored because you won’t leave me alone.”

Franco laughed, but there was something softer in his eyes this time, a subtle shift in his demeanour. “Look, I get it. You think I don’t deserve the seat. You’re angry about what happened to Logan. But I’m not here to be your enemy, hermosa.”

Your jaw tightened. “It’s not just that. It’s everything. You come in, all smiles and charm, acting like none of it matters. Like everything that happened to him is just... a part of the game.”

“It’s not a game to me,” he said, and his voice was lower now, more serious. “I worked my whole life to get here, just like he did. I didn’t want to take anything from him. I had no choice in that decision.”

You looked away, biting the inside of your cheek. You hated how he could make you question yourself. Hated that the confidence he wore like armour could falter and reveal something deeper, something that made you doubt your automatic disdain.

"Why do you even care what I think?" you asked quietly, almost more to yourself than to him.

“Because you’re different,” he said simply. “And maybe... maybe I care about what you think more than I should.”

Your breath caught in your throat. There it was again—that unexpected softness breaking through his usual flirty, cocky exterior. You didn’t trust it. Didn’t trust him.

But still, a part of you couldn’t shake the feeling that maybe—just maybe—there was more to him than you wanted to admit.

Clearing your throat, trying to regain your composure, you looked at your empty drink, ignoring the new one he’d ordered for you. “Well, I don’t care what you think.”

He smiled knowingly, leaning back in his chair as the waiter set down his drink. “I can change that.”

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[degredationfanfics]

Nsfw, very erotic no cap fr. Piss kink mention. Power Dynamic, BODY HAIR....

"Hell yeah, boy... nice and slow," Bill murmurs with a sly grin, his expression one of wild mischief. Your nose is right against his bare exposed rear.

A few days earlier, the gang had caught you. They treated you... decently.

You were one of them O'Driscoll boys.

His big hand smacked across your face, and his chubby fingers gripped your hair. He was facing you because he had taken a liking to you. He always had a thing for rival gang members—probably because of the thrill of being so close to one. He was such a deviant. And honestly, out of everyone here, you really, REALLY didn't think that big grizzly guy was fucking gay. As in homosexual.

"Whatchu waitin' for? Go on!" It was covered in hair, not a single bald spot. Thick and dense... It would have pained you to acknowledge it, but deep down, that kind of turned you on. Gosh, you were so naughty. You could barely see his hole, and the smell? It was the true scent of a man—musky and unapologetic. You took one deeper sniff, curious.

Good thing you saw him wash himself down by the river minutes earlier. Thinking about it, you were kind of grateful for the gesture. Sure, water is water, and HIS scent wasn't going to go away, but any kind of dirt wasn't going to bother you.

When you started licking, Bill's body immediately reacted. He shivered, and you felt his hole loosen up with enjoyment. You saw his big cock twitch, legs raised, a bottle of whiskey in one hand and the other still gripping your hair as you began groping his meaty buttocks and digging deeper with your tongue and nose. It tickled him.

Bill's head jerked back, letting out a low, pleasured grunt as his eyes mingled with yours.

"Now, if you go on like that, I might just share my meal with you," he whispered, god forbid anyone hear him say that. He would be so ashamed—being nice to the enemy? That was bad. Worse than fucking with them. At least he kind of had Dutch's agreement to do this. Sort of...

You nodded, playing with your tongue. You went all the way down his crack, licking slowly up to the crease of his balls. You did this a few more times, three in total. "Aight... that's enough." Bill glanced at his cock; it was erect, but it wasn't enough. The fun was just getting started. Oh boy, were you going to have plenty.

He wanted more control over you; he wanted to see you muffle and suffer just a bit. Just to make you get the message that if you had simply chosen a better gang, the Van der Linde gang, this kind of pleasure could have been daily.

Bill grabbed your neck effortlessly, pinning you down on the camping bed. It must have been a really good one because it didn't break even when you slammed back first into it. You looked at Bill, fear growing in you. But you felt slightly reassured when you glanced at his stocky figure, fat laying in all the right places, a sexy gut full of beer and all. It wasn't the unhealthy kind; it was the STRONG type. Only your sight quickly revolted when the dim lantern light was shadowed by Bill's own silhouette hovering over your chest.

He looked back at you, aiming with precision, laying right onto your face, hole to mouth. He moaned, lust rushing through his blood. Bill's hands touched his bushy chest, his own fingers tracing his nipples and eventually resting on your legs. His eyes caught you enjoying this. Your pants didn't lie. While he was naked, you were still fully clothed. Bill wanted to keep it like that, but now his need to see and feel you grew bigger and bigger.

You couldn't breathe as well as before, and feeling him grind onto your face was overwhelming. He was heavy, and he clearly didn't care. He only lifted himself ever once in a while when you stopped moving.

Bill was ass-fucking your face, and you were licking him so well he was leaking. He unbuttoned your pants in a rush, setting you free as he, in return, sucked your dick. It wasn't an act of love or anything like that. He was sucking it like he needed it. He depended on it; all that booze had made him hungry. It was sloppy, and so were you. You left saliva and kisses all over his behind; you were basically trapped down there. The scent of sweat and your desire for more melted together.

"You're well packed..." He was staring at your cock. He was overdoing it; you knew it. His tone didn't seem all that impressed, but judging by the way he was jerking you off, that didn't matter.

He sucked, you licked. His ass was gaping wider? Your cock was growing harder. And when you could swear you were about to cum, Bill put his thumb on your urethra, cutting you off. You moaned, confused. The vibration of your voice teased his needy ass.

"This still ain't enough... I want more..."

In a smooth motion, his weight lifted off your face, and you instantly took a deep breath full of oxygen. Gee, even the air carried his scent. You spat out the tuft of hair you almost swallowed, brown and thick short locks landing on the grassy ground. You squinted when you felt him put weight on your pelvis, your bony pelvis so frail and unimpressive compared to his.

He took you by both wrists, pulling you into him. Bill smiled like a maniac when he felt your hardened third leg slide into him, smooth as butter. Your hands naturally rested on his hips.

You were doggy-styling him now; that was how he liked it best. He impatiently slammed himself onto you, taking it in properly.

"You gonna fuck me or what, boy?!" Bill was kind enough to do it once. But his wild, animalistic stare back at you was all you needed to start thrusting into him, hitting his G-spot like there was no tomorrow. Because truthfully, there probably wasn't going to be one if you didn't satisfy him enough.

"mhn, goddamn..."

"Urgh!..."

He was so vocal. You were trembling like a leaf, keeping a steady rhythm no matter what. Your hands pinched his generous ass cheeks, feeling his hair as you laid kisses on his neck. His insides were warm, surprisingly narrow. It didn't seem to fit a big guy like that to have such a tight hole. But hey, it was easier to make things come out of this bad boy than to make them go in.

Bill wasn't even there anymore; he was a mess. He whined in an unfamiliar tone that was quite high-pitched and out of character. His face squashed into his pillow, hands jerking himself off fast and mechanically. It seemed like he was cumming, but most of it was piss. That drunken fool... He then took most of his remaining energy to give you a little boost, his body mirroring your moves just to get you high and dry. His arm came around your neck as he kissed you clumsily.

His cock twitched when the ever-familiar sticky goo seemed to have drained for good. He felt lightheaded. But you? You were still going.

That whole thing—seeing him like that, the kiss, him being so drunk, his piss, and that stupidly sexy musky smell he still carried around—you rubbed your fingers on the mess that stained the bed, collected some, and dug it into his mouth.

Bill's eyes widened, flushing red. He never would have guessed he tasted this good—a perfect blend of sweetness with a hint of salt. You explored his mouth and throat with fervor, each movement met with his eager consent. He surrendered completely, relinquishing the dominance he once held over you, savoring every second of this shared intensity.

But he probably simply gave up control, overwhelmed by the exhaustion that weighed heavily on both his body and intoxicated mind. You kept fucking him relentlessly, fast and hard. He screamed, whimpered, and groaned. Your hand shaky, you spanked him firmly, as if he were a disobedient mule. His fat ass wiggled from the shock. Bill tried to bite back a moan; he wasn't dumb—he knew what was coming.

You.

He closed his eyes, holding his breath, a large satisfied smile tailored on his face.

Finally, you hit his G-spot one last time with all your might, and you finally exploded inside him. It was the biggest orgasm you ever experienced. You really did a number on him, filling him up like a puffy pastry. Poor guy was probably going to feel this for the whole week...

And so, there you were, back at square one—tethered to that STUPID tree, a silent observer as the Van der linde bustled around you doing their day to day activites. The women giggling as they walked past you.

You knew they knew.

Suddenly, you felt a Big hand on your shoulder. A chill ran down your spine. You couldn't turn back to see who it was but you were certain this was now and today that everything would end for you. You told them everything you knew After all, they didn't needed to keep you around. A wave of dread washed over you, and you braced yourself.

"Time to collect," You recognized that voice!

Bill untied you with rough urgency, and once your wrists were free, relief grew. He stepped in front of you, locking eyes with that same hungry gaze from the night before. You couldn't help but wonder if he still full of your cum, the tought made you swallow nervously.

"Now, don’t look at me like that, cowboy," he teased, half-serious, a goofy grin breaking the tension. After a brief, awkward silence, he turned to retrieve the bowl of deer stew he'd saved for you.

"I don’t usually share," he said, his tone softening, "but I figured you could use this more than I can."

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BLUE LOCK MATCHUP EXCHANGE — @o-sachi / @chimi-cheese-fries

Your match is...

— Karasu Tabito

✦ You remind me of someone who is in a relationship but doesn't tell anyone they're in a relationship.

✦ Like, you have many circles of acquaintances, and you don't mix them together.

✦ So yeah, it's the classic "relationship-behind-the-curtains" trope.

✦ Or the Spider-Man/MJ trope.

✦ I feel like you are two sides of the same coin, and people either meet one or the other side.

✦ As you said: "I’m a bit socially inept as an introvert, but I change drastically when I’m around people I’m close with." This is exactly what I’m talking about.

✦ It’s to the point where people can’t imagine HOW and WHY you and Karasu met each other.

✦ "Dislike: stepping on wet floor that isn’t the shower." This fact is so specific and yet so relatable.

✦ Another dislike of yours: "people who [...] take up the entire path" and "people who touch me when I’m not close friends with them."

✦ Okay, you know what? I think you actually embody both the "behind-the-curtains" trope and the "enemies-to-lovers" trope.

✦ I strongly believe you and Karasu hated each other at first. Like, really.

✦ On the field, we know he’s the type to stick to someone VERY closely to block all exits. And you’d probably deeply hate him for doing that to you.

✦ Let’s imagine you’re a soccer player too.

✦ Let’s imagine he’s on the opposing team.

✦ Let’s imagine you both run after the ball at the same time...

✦ You can see the crow's shadow growing on the grass, closing in on you.

✦ You can also feel it swallowing you whole...and stealing the ball.

✦ God, he’s so damn annoying.

✦ Maybe you started glaring at birds after that match.

✦ I always take a look at the sun sign of the character I match, and guess what? You and Karasu share the same fierce and brave Leo energy.

✦ So it doesn’t surprise me that the two of you always fight during matches.

✦ You’ve already gotten a red card, haven’t you?

✦ Just because of him, you muttered.

✦ He smirked at you every time.

✦ You also started hating hair gel after that.

✦ On the field, you don’t see the 10 other players. You only see one. The most annoying one.

✦ The day you snatched victory from him... You sometimes rewatch the match just to savor the look of defeat on his face.

✦ And that was weird after that, you know, because the matches you played against other teams weren’t as satisfying to win.

✦ They were even boring.

✦ Something was missing.

✦ ...Or someone.

✦ You thought about it, without mentioning it to anyone. That’s no one else’s business. Just yours.

✦ But on your own, you couldn’t figure it out. What’s this missing piece?

✦ You ended up understanding one day, when you were practicing your dribbles on the training field.

✦ You didn’t notice right away, but there was a gaze fixed on you.

✦ It’s only when you missed your shot at the goal that our crow emerged from the shadows.

✦ You jumped a bit, and it made him smile. Again.

✦ "What are you doing here? There’s another field for you to train on, y’know." you throw out.

✦ "Heh, you mad at me? I just got here. You're still training, I see."

✦ "It’s late. Why aren’t you with the others?"

✦ "I could ask you the same. You’re not the only one wanting to improve."

✦ "Did you lose another match again?"

✦ "You'd like to, huh? Nah. This time, it was easy. But my next opponent won’t be that cool."

✦ "Oh? And who’s that?"

✦ Karasu didn't answer. Instead, he chuckles softly. Like he never did before.

✦ "You still like to play ignorant, huh." he says.

✦ "What ignorant?"

✦ "I didn’t forget that crazy shot you made."

✦ You went silent, frowning a bit.

✦ "Maybe it’s not me who’s mad at you."

✦ "Yeah. Maybe."

✦ But then, Karasu smirked. As always, with that arrogance and fiery spirit. He caught the ball with the tip of his foot, before making a controlled pass to you:

✦ "So I hope you don’t mind helping me beat you tonight!"

A word about your match: I’m on the verge of writing an entire fanfiction about the two of you. I loved writing this one. Oh, and besides Karasu, I also considered Oliver, but ultimately felt like something would be missing with him too. A complete rivalry worth living for.

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[ashlynniis-bracketeers]

...Yes, I'm still brainrotting about assigning Sembla to (Kwaiz-ified) Warframes. Send help.

Putting it under a cut.

Excalibur - [???] ("Blades of Light" don't really fall under any of the Sembla. Light can make beams, but I don't recall solid swords of light falling under it lmao. Unless Kwaiz-calibur uses non-psionic magic alongside it...)

Trinity - [???] (She's a generalized healer. Could fall under Flesh or Sugar, and Kraizen can only have one Sembla...)

Ember - Fire (No shit lmao)

Loki - Ink (He's the invisibility and trickery guy, along with throwing out decoys. Switch teleport doesn't fall under any Sembla, though lmao)

Volt - Electric (No shit lmao)

Rhino - Gravity (None of his skills really fall under any Sembla except for Stomp, which "stomps with force sufficient to disrupt time, tumbling enemies around him in stasis".)

Ash - Plume (He has a smoke vent on his left arm and his invisibility manifests as a disorienting puff of smoke.)

Mag - Force (She's supposed to be magnets, but she can yoink basically anything and everything lmao)

Frost - Cold (No shit lmao)

Nyx - Ink? Spirit? (Neither of them have any real mind-control powers compared to, say, Fungus, but the animation for Chaos has a model of Nyx appearing on enemies affected by the ability, which could be an illusion to make the enemies mistake their allies for Nyx and start attacking each other. That doesn't really explain Mind Control, Absorb, or Psychic Bolts though lmao)

Banshee - Alarm (Pretty self-explanatory. Alarm isn't always just making sounds louder... I think...)

Saryn - Corrosion? Fungus? (Leaning a bit more towards Fungus. A lot of the wording for her abilities is "spores" and she has a wide umbrella of damage types that would fall under more than just the Corrosion Sembla, being toxin, viral, and corrosion.)

Vauban - Silicon[?] (He's a bit all over the place. I'm not sure whether he'd fit better under Plastic or Silicon, but I'm just putting Silicon because of his Overdriver mine lmao.)

Nova - Salt??? (Not the slightest goddamn clue. Her thing is antimatter, which isn't really tackled by any of the Sembla. I'm only putting Salt because her most popular ability is Molecular Prime, which makes enemies explode lmao.)

Nekros - Either Spirit or Dream (*Insert "IS THAT THE GRIM REAPER?" meme here* for Spirit, but also a toss-up between it and Dream due to Terrify being able to manipulate emotions directly.)

Valkyr - [???] (no damn clue. Her abilities are a bit of a mess, theme-cohesion-wise. She could be Alarm, or Thread, or Force, or...)

Oberon - Either Plant or Radiation (Similarly to Valkyr, he's also a theme-coherency mess. He's a paladin, king of the fairies, and he has radioactive pulses, slams, and grass, and also has a heal and a passive focusing on pets...)

Zephyr - Wind (No shit lmao)

Hydroid - Either Water or Corrosion (If this was pre-Rework Hydroid, I'd have listed only Water, but now he has a whole thing with the Corrosive status and stealing enemy armor and blablabla. He's still a pirate and water can also erode things...)

Mirage - Light, Spirit, or Ink (Not quite sure which single Sembla to give her. Her thing is confusing and blinding the enemy [See: the Disco Ball of Doom that is Prism], but that doesn't explain shit like Hall of Mirrors making more projectiles, Slight of Hand being explosive, or Eclipse unless she's also using non-psionic magic alongside it.)

Limbo - Either Void or Shadow? (Oh, Limbo, of course you keep being a pain in the ass to categorize. Limbo's thing is controlling "The Rift", a personal demi-plane as it were. While Void fits with using a "personal dimension", Shadow's ability to "sink into" shadows and move around in them untouchably outside of a few scenarios fits with how Limbo actually uses the Rift. Hm...)

Mesa - [???] (Not a single goddamn clue lmao. Literally the only ability that even vaguely falls under one of the Sembla is Shooting Gallery, which feels like it falls under Hex, but that's only one ability out of four and the other four are not really Sembla-ey.)

Chroma - [???] (No damn clue lmao. His thing is wielding four elements, which isn't really a thing for Kwaiz because there's a different Sembla for each of those four elements. No damn clue.)

Equinox - [???] (No damn clue lmao. She's two different frames in a trench coat, how am I supposed to pick one Sembla for this? And her abilities don't really feel Sembla-ey, either.)

Atlas - Rock (No shit lmao. Rocc.)

Wukong - [???] (No clue lmao. He's all over the place.)

Ivara - Either Ink or Force? (Got the Invisibility that feels like it'd fall under Ink, but she's also a pick-pocketing little shit and can guide non-hitscan projectile's movements, which feels like it'd fall under Force.)

Nezha - Fire (No shit lmao)

Inaros - Dust (POCKET SAND. Also his control over bugs and sand-theming also reminds me of Shilalaan, another Dust user who controls sand and bugs.)

Titania - Either Light or Wonder? (Fairy Fuckery is what she is. She likes turning enemies into lures and pulling random buffs out of her ass, she's all over the place. No clue lmao.)

Nidus - Flesh or Disease (Nidus is supposed to be a barely-tamed hunk of Infested material in the vague shape of a human person, but I'm not sure if controlling the Infestation would fall under the Disease Sembla...)

Octavia - Music (No shit lmao)

Harrow - Thread, Hex, or Silicon (Weirdo Void Crit Priest is also a pain in the ass to categorize. Thread would fit for chains, Hex would fit for critical hit manipulation, and Silicon would fit for team buffing and turning enemy damage absorbed by Covenant into critical hit chance.)

Gara - Glass (No shit lmao. Both in the sense of literal glass and the manipulation of perception.)

Khora - Thread (No shit lmao.)

Excalibur Umbra - [???] (See regular Excalibur above. Light? Alarm? idk.)

Revenant - [???] (No damn clue lmao. Another theme-cohesion mess.)

Garuda - Flesh (BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOOOOOD SGAKHSGJAGSAHSK)

Baruuk - Force? (I'm not sure. He's pretty simple fisticuffs, and stuff like the projectile avoidance from Elude, weapon destruction from Desolate Hands, and attack shock waves from Serene Storm could fit with Force, but something about it feels... off. It also wouldn't explain Lull.)

Hildryn - [???] (Not sure what to give her. Her thing is shields, and stripping enemy defenses to bolster those of her allies. Plastic? Silicon? idk)

Wisp - Either Spirit or Plasma? (Not sure what to give her. Spirit fits with her being themed after Will-O'-Wisps and using the Will-O-Wisp ability to distract enemies, but that doesn't explain Breach Surge or Sol Gate, which both fall more under Plasma. And neither of them explain her teleportation...)

Gauss - [???] (No clue. He's themed around kinetic energy and has traits that'd fit with Fire, Cold, Force, and Salt...)

Grendel - Either Sugar or Toxin (Not sure which one to pick. Sugar fits with his whole "eating people" thing, but both Sugar and Toxin fit with his team-buffing abilities regarding Nourish.)

Protea - Either Plastic or Silicon? (She's kinda like Vauban. A bit all over the place, not sure which to pick...)

Xaku - [???] (Oh, I have no fucking clue what to do with them and all of their Void Fuckery lmao.)

Lavos - Flesh? (Oh, my precious weirdo. His broad, element-mixing alchemical abilities don't really fall under any single Sembla, but his Leverian lore states that he was given power over Flesh to execute Javi, so I decided to give him Flesh. Maybe he's honed his Flesh skills so much that he's able to make organs that mix and throw out various elemental combinations on the fly... idk.)

Sevagoth - [???] (I have no clue lmao. He's also a non-Sembla-acting weirdo. Maybe the Shadow is an Amplifier or something idk.)

Yareli - Water (No shit lmao.)

Caliban - [???] (Nope, no damn clue lmao. Force? Plasma? Idk.)

Gyre - Electricity (No shit lmao)

Styanax - [???] (Not sure. Force??? Something about that feels off. Idk.)

Voruna - [???] (No clue lmao. Ink??? Spirit??? Wonder??? Idk.)

Citrine - Crystal (No shit lmao)

Kullervo - [???] (Oh goddamnit, more Void Fuckery. No clue what to do with him. Wonder??? idk.)

Dagath - [???] (No clue, more Void Fuckery. Hex?? Wonder?? Idk.)

Qorvex - Radioactive (No shit lmao)

Dante - [???] (MORE VOID FUCKERY. No clue what Sembla he'd have, but he'd definitely also be using non-psionic magic, I mean, just LOOK at what he does.)

Jade - [???] (She isn't even out yet, but since she's based on Angels and choral music, I'm leaning towards Music for now. We can just wait and see.)

[crystalelemental]

Bede's most excellent Gauntlet adventure is complete, and yeah alright this kid's really good.

General Overview I had expected, in most situations, to crave his healing through Recuperation and hitting a Confused opponent. Much like Emma's DPS, though, it's tough to maintain Confuse effect on enemies who often heal at each phase change. Especially when he's so good for DPS increases. The truth of the matter is, Bede smashes through Gauntlet stages way faster than you'd expect, and as a result, barely needs to worry about the healing. There were exactly zero stages where the healing was the significant factor. Tapu Bulu admittedly just smashed him open with Wood Hammer/Seed Bomb under terrain, so even there the passive healing wouldn't matter.

What is life-changing is his gauge builds, and defensive boosts. Bede's rotation allows for enough uses of buddy move that the +1 defenses on grid can cap reasonably well. Gauge control through Posthaste is really, really valuable, although the +2 charge when hitting a confused opponent is, as expected, inconsistent. It's the bulk and speed boosting that really sets Bede apart. Well...that and the freeze. See, it turns out DeNA were right, and Glacia having up to a 30% freeze chance was pretty ridiculous for a support, because when it lands, it's wildly disruptive. It's just that Glacia is pretty bad in every other way, while Bede is outlandish.

Vs. Tornadus I tried for Hau, as the least consistent paralysis bot out there, with a bit of Grant support for flinch, speed control, and a physical sync in Bar 2 if needed. And it was needed. The fun thing is, even with Hau's horrendous inconsistency, Bede's good enough that this still checked out. The moves up just lets him truck anything he wants. One paralysis activation lets him hit for thousands, even off-type. It's great.

Vs. Tapu Bulu Tapu Bulu was one of the few that spooked me a bit. I blame the refusal to use flinch or sleep bots. Lucy still managed it. I didn't think she could, but here we are. The biggest surprise was that Bede actually took Wood Hammer.

Vs. Cobalion You guys ever seen Flint deal 18k on Fire Blast? Me either until today. The ability to switch between which moves up next he takes advantage of means you can stack one while spamming the other. And to be clear. I spammed Fire Blast and it dealt that much. You absolutely truck this fight.

Vs. Cresselia I hate doing this with F2P tools, because Nanu can truck Bar 1 just fine, but then bars 2 and 3 are super resistant and it's not like Brycen is going to save you. And unlike with Anabel, Bede doesn't block status with Head Start 1 as a lucky skill. He heals himself, but not his allies. And this is where healing Bede might do it with Recuperation. Might. But I'm not convinced.

Vs. Azelf I brought a flinch bot because otherwise Bugsy doesn't survive. But the freeze disruption could work out here too. The fun is that, after Bede takes first sync, Bugsy just annihilates every HP bar on sync. The real fun is bar 3. Bede's moves are full power in the first half of each bar, and his Freezing Glare trucked Azelf so hard we won off two shots from Bede and one Fell Stinger.

Vs. Uxie Okay. Whew, okay. Bede has freeze and confuse, which means he could in theory answer Uxie easily, right? But Freeze is so wildly inconsistent, quick to heal, and quick to build to immunity, that it's really not worth it. Uxie became immune early in Bar 1. We won in spite of failure. I treat this as partially Bede's utility as a tank, but also on Shauntal's ability as a damage dealer. Girl is for real. I think I realize now why they all got such good odds on Shadow Ball special defense drops. It's not a bad backup to actually hurting Uxie. The fun of Shauntal is that, in the confuse phase? Her attacks were trucking Uxie for half its HP per hit. So we just obliterated it in like one rotation. It was absurd.

Vs. Latios Latios is rarely a threat, but I used SS Cynthia just to see how hard she could hit 1/5. The answer was pretty damned hard. I think the MU was Striker Dewgong for the last phase? Honestly even that had surprisingly good damage when Blizzard hit.

Vs. Latias ...look, I really like Valerie, okay? I had to do this. And she definitely pulls it off with Bede's support. Janine remains the most effective debuffer for this fight. The fun of freeze chances is that it works here.

Vs. Regirock Molayne's speed buffs help you keep pace as you're continuously denying its actions. I brought Hitmonlee to avoid doubling up on flinch bots, which is something I'd avoid in a Gauntlet run too. We missed out on flinch before the first Rock Slide, so I expected the second would KO. Turns out, no. Molayne survived. Somehow. Color me impressed.

Vs. Entei Lodge Rosa is one of my preferred units to use. I don't think she's great, but I like her regardless. She works out really well in Entei's fight, when the flinching works. The thing is, unless you take the Quick Cure grid for Bede, this is...dangerous.

Vs. Moltres A much harder way to clear, but it's possible if Gyarados hits the flinch at the right time. Which is all throughout Bar 2 so you don't use Rain there. Bede's moves up next really does allow Rosa to hit bar 2 to death with just moves, if the sync thing fails.

Final Thoughts Bede's definitely good. I expected slightly more frustrating performance, but rarely was I ever afraid for his life, in spite of the complete lack of healing, and minimal defensive buffs. I'd say a lot of the confuse utility is actually bait. You're almost never using it, unless you go for inevitable solo clears. Realistically, the best Gauntlet utility is his Posthaste and boosted defenses set with Hostile Environment 2. Tech in Natural Remedy or Quick Cure as needed. Team Sharp Entry is a skill entirely for CS, as is the Free Moves Next on entry. Supereffective Up Next on first sync is a possibility I didn't try, but I imagine there's application against fights like Regirock or Moltres, where your Steel/Water striker can be set up early on, and then nuke through their cheesable phases. Latias too, probably. My point is there's Gauntlet-based applications I didn't test, but it seems very likely. Bede's great. I really like this alt.

[eighthdoctor]

#grishaverse#at least shadow and bone has it as fridge logic#threnody outright says that gunpowder will get you killed because kindling fire attracts the shades#and yet people STILL have gunpowder#like we only found that shit by accident and it took a LONG time to make guns viable#but nope just pokemon evolve your bows and you get muskets

look i'm not against gunpowder in my fantasy series. even without gunpowder proper there's all kinds of ways to exploit Things That Go Boom in a cannon-type manner. any explosive will do, if it fits the requirements of "sudden rapid outward expansion" and "can control when it goes off". put that in the end of a tube, put a metal or stone ball in front of it, you have a handcannon.

just like. and this is true of so much. everyone goes "what would the army look like if there were grisha in it" and stops there. that's a good question to ask, but then you have to ask the next questions: "what would the opposition look like if there were grisha in our army?" and "if both sides have grisha, are they really going to be the focal point of every battle?" and "what sorts of anti-grisha measures are both sides coming up with"

a technological development is most powerful when one side has it. the moment both sides have it, the conversation becomes "how can we make ours stronger" and "how can we circumvent theirs" which, you may note, is the exact same debate everyone is having always about military technology anyway.

they've got guns. someone here has gone "what if we used bigger bullets. like really big bullets. ludicrously big." someone else has gone "hey couldn't we rig up like, four guns to fire with one movement." someone else wants to know if tidemakers can flood the sparks of fire in the enemy's guns. what if instead of putting grisha in fancy uniforms we merged them with the regular army but with rank tabs, so the fjerdans can't easily target them. could an inferni basically operate a gatling gun without the need for complicated triggering mechanisms? hey while we're on the topic, ice also expands, could we get that explosive expansion from suddenly ice instead of suddenly fire?

and yes, some of this is explained bc the darkling is Up To Shit, i'm not saying this is all plotholes. i'm just saying if you have guns and a star fort (STRAIGHT UP. A STAR FORT), you should also have cannon. star forts are DESIGNED for cannon, both in defense and offense, so WHERE ARE THEY

concerned that nobody on the shadow and bone show seems to know what a cannon is

[stealingyourbones]

Short DP X DC Prompts #51

Since we passed 50 this will be a not so short prompt but instead one that I thought would be far better as one large prompt and not 4 small ones.

Ghost cores for Batman and the Robins (the ones who died anyhow.) These ideas are possible abilities they could use with said ghost cores. Pick n choose which abilities you vibe with cause I’m just gonna write all that come to mind.

1.) Time Core Bruce Wayne

How else does he randomly vanish and appear to mess with people? He can fuck with peoples perception of time dilation for a few seconds. Make it seem like a minute was actually less than a second as he simply turns around and walks out of the room.

Can stop time for only something like 5 minutes. It’s his big “ghostly wail” move. It takes a lot of energy. He can unfreeze time for a few people at a time during this too.

Will slow time to calculate/strategize for longer.

His heart always beats once per second. It never is not steady. (Could do a ‘Superman listens to Bruce’s heartbeat b/c it’s steady’ thing who knows)

Can get visions of future/past events. Who knows it could be super detailed or prophecy levels of vague.

Always in the right place at the right time.

Trusts his gut because normally it’s him subconsciously reacting to a future event. Impulsive decisions normally lead to his favor.

Always knows the amount of times something has happened as well as when and where it was. Perfect photographic memory.

Refuses to use his active abilities often because he thinks that they’re an unnecessary crutch that he shouldn’t grow to depend on

Knows exactly how much money each JL member owes him. Doesn’t matter that he’s a billionaire he can still be as petty as he damn pleases.

Bruce’s time core almost solely gives him passive abilities or else he would be far too OP far too quickly.



2.) Electricity Core Dick Grayson

Powering his escrima sticks by his own electricity & uses the electric arcs to hit multiple goons at once.

Shocks people by accident.

Possibly could send messages through electric impulses in the brain (basically a telepath but limited to touch).

Can disrupt machinery and control it to an extent. Only if what he’s messing with is mechanical and not programming.

Shorts out things by simply getting angry. Body crackles with electricity when excited. 

Yes, Wally does affectionately call him Sonic. There is no need for me to elaborate further.

Can fully just grab a transformer and be completely fine.

3.) Fire Core Jason Todd

Green Greek fire.

Unharmed by heat.

Entire body flickers in green ghostly flame when panicked/scared as a defense mechanism.

Does the ‘snap his fingers and a little flame appears’ thing constantly.

Possibly Is scared of his core energy b/c he doesn’t really have the best track record with explosions.

Literal finger guns. Shoots enemies with fire.

Core body temp is incredibly high.

Will make lengthy eye contact with Dick as he lights a cigarette and proceeds to eat the damn thing.

Literal fire in his eyes when determined.

4.) Shadow Core Damian Wayne

Can straight up become a shadow. When you’re 2D it’s incredibly easy to sneak into places.

Lights dim whenever he walks into a room.

Can make shadows climb up a person and blind them/manipulate them to some extent.

Always has a shadow. Doesn’t matter if it’s a perfectly illuminated room or a cloudy day. He has a shadow.

Can send shadow scouts out for recon missions. (Maybe the shadows are golem type entities. Damian also could just see through a shadows eyes as a scout)

Can shoot funky black balls of void at people.

Crazy good at shadow puppets.

Flickers back and forth from shadow to human when distressed. Eyes go fully black as a scare tactic.

[flooficandii]

so anyway now that ive gotten a closer look at fades voicelines its a little easier for me to seperate her type of radiance from omens

although OMEN preys on and senses fear, the extent of his radiance is manipulating shadows and darkness

he does not create fear, rather lets it fester on its own by creating uncertainty (yknow, since the fear of the dark is essentially just the fear of the unknown) so omen takes an indirect approach to intimidating the enemy

his high sensitivity to panic also allows him to keep pressing all the right buttons, which makes it so much easier to use the shadows in his favor. he will build up an unnerving tension and keep building it until it crushes you

FADE on the other hand induces fear, she does it by reaching directly into the mind of the opponent. my theory is that her radiance isn't inherently malevolent, as she calls herself a dream seer. she surprisingly mentions a lot more about dreams than she does nightmares so its safe to assume her control over fear and nightmare itself was a conscious (yet difficult) choice she made via communing with "Nightmare." fade looked into people, but chose to use the things she saw against them

although the manifestations of her power are very similar to omen's (dark, paranoia inducing) theres still something more supernatural about them because while omen has the limit of just being dark and unknown, fade's abilities twist into actual monster-like entities–

(have you seen this fucking guy . holy shit)

–that represent and capitalize on a person's darkest fears.

fade's approach is more direct; to put it simply she will grab your fear by the balls whereas omen takes time to orchestrate it

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

💎💍TO CATCH A THIEF💍💎

Prompt: Inspired by the song: To Catch A Thief by Lovage

Word Count: Really Long, girl 😩

Pairings: 1930’s Mob! Roman Reigns x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, smut (implied), murder, manipulation.

Tagging: @ziasaph , @marlananicole , @akiko-tanaka , @nicolewoo , @saccreigns , @mindofasagittaruis , @reigns-5sos , @auawdo , @lustyromantic , @babydee17 , @yungbludjazz360

Notes: As cliche as it sounds, I’m a truly lover of music and love different genres. I love to be able to show different types of bands/ projects/ music that sometimes people might not even know exists. So this little fic is inspired by one of my favorite music projects EVER: LOVAGE (it has Mike Patton on it, so of course I would love it! The man has been my musician crush since I was 9 years old! And he’s amazing, so). Y’all know the drill loves,sorry for misspellings,english isn’t my first language (bla bla bla),check out my other stories if you’d like to(it would make your girl here very happy 😊) You can check them out on my Masterlist. Okay,now let’s get to the fun part, shall we? Hope you’ll enjoy 😉

Of course I’ve heard of them and of course they’ve caught my interest! The Reigns’s and Uso’s were one of the biggest gangsters families among the USA, who were responsible for the biggest robberies across the country.

The current rumors spreading around the neighborhood swore they were here, hiding from the authorities, in our small little town.

And I would give anything to meet one of them. As the daughter of a prostitute, my only fate was to follow my mother’s footsteps but I am more ambitious than that! The only way to prosper in life is to be completely feared. Be feared not respected as Machiavelli himself taught. And I know, for a fact that, that is completely true! Growing up in the red light neighborhood had proved to be quite the life lesson, actually. ‘Don’t trust the police’, ‘Make alliances with criminals’, ‘Trust no one’, ‘Don’t snitch’, ‘You never hear or see anything’, ‘Mind your own business’, ‘Don’t allow people to mind YOUR business’, ‘Show no emotions’, ‘Always be smarter than your enemies’, were a few of those rules. People think that, for a woman to be perfectly successful in the 1930’s she needs to be a trophy wife, nothing more than a beautiful face with zero brains and a pair of open legs to a rich husband. But they are wrong! You see, any woman can use her beauty and charm to manipulate and conquer whatever she wants, but she can only maintain that manipulation power if she’s smart enough. I’ve had the town mayor, Mr. Heyman, gift me a beautiful diamond crown (that originally was meant to be his wife’s birthday present) just with some charm and sweet nothings whispered to him. I didn’t needed to warm his bed for it, I just had to be smart enough to understand his weaknesses and say the right words! I know what I want, so I get it, and believe me when I say: I will have Roman Reigns all to myself.

Things were disappearing in my neighborhood

Once again somebody was up to no good

I saw that you were wanted, but not like I wanted you

And that's when I knew I had to be with you

And that's when I knew if I didn't, I'd be through

To end my grief I'd have to catch a thief

Your love was my relief my love is your release.

Ah! Mayor Heyman’s high society ‘charity gala balls’ (aka meet your husband’s new mistress), were the most futile yet amusing events of this town. I wasn’t a high society woman, economically speaking but again I’m good at saying the right things to the right people. So it’s no surprise to see my name in the mayor’s guest list.

I entry the big doors of the city hall wearing my most recently acquisition: an emerald green velvet dress (gifted by the Senator John), my high heels (Another gift from Mr. Smith, the banker) and my hand purse (from the all so lovely Mayor Heyman)...Speak of the Devil.

“Y/N” He greeted

“Oh, Mayor Heyman. What an honor” I smiled sweetly

“Believe me, it’s my honor, dear” He kisses my hand in an flirtatious way. And it’s a good thing I’m great at keeping my gag reflex in control.

“Oh please, I’m the one who has to thank you for always reminding little old me for your tremendously chic events. I can’t express my gratitude enough for you always having so much compassion in your heart!” I scoot closer to him, slightly fixing his tie “It is such a shame that you’re a married man, mayor Heyman, I would have loved to be your wife” I whispered softly

He gulped “I can change that” He smirked

“Oh please, mayor!” I stepped back with a offended look on my face “As a Christian woman, I cannot support divorce! That is some type of thinking that will lead us directly back to sodom and gomorrah! I can’t believe you just said that to me” I make the sign of the cross

“I am so sorry, Y/N it was not my intention-“

“I am not a prostitute or a home wrecker, mayor Heyman! I am a woman devoted to the Lord and I will not accept or tolerate that type of language or insinuations towards me!”

“I am deeply sorry Y/N, I truly am! Let me make it up to you. Here” He fastly signed a blank check “Please take this”

“I can’t” I whisper, pretending embarrassment

“Please, Y/N! It’s the least I can do. You can use it for whatever you want, no matter the price. I could never offend you! You’re such an amazing woman. Please accept it!” His pleading eyes let me know I had him hooked.

I ‘reluctantly’ accepted “Well, thank you, so much” I murmur with tears upon my eyes

“No, I’m the one who has to thank you, for dismissing my ogre behavior” He smiled “I’ll leave you now, so you can fix your makeup”

“Thank you, mayor Heyman”

Once he’s out of my sight, I can drop the naïve girl routine.

“Impressive” A deep male voice spoke from behind me

When I turn around, my knees almost failed me... it was him.

“I beg your pardon?” I ask

“The little stunt you just did with the mayor, was truly impressive. I swear that if I didn’t saw you get out of your naïve christian woman character I would have one hundred percent believed too” He smirked

“Mr. Reigns. That’s a compliment coming from you”

“You know who I am”

I shrugged “I’ve heard a few things here and there”

He gets closer to me, until our faces almost touched

“Yeah? Tell me, Y/N. That’s your name right?” He asked and I nodded

“What have you heard, Y/N?”

“How your the head of the table on your family’s business” I mumbled

“How does a woman like you, know about my family’s business, Y/N?” He walks forward, making me step back until I my back reached a closed door.

“I was raised on the streets”

Roman’s eyebrows raise in surprise “Really? You don’t seem like the streets type” He said, caressing my cheek.

“I had to learn how to be more polished if I didn’t wanted to become a hooker”

“I see” He buried his nose on my neck, inhaling deeply my perfume as his hands rested on my waist “And I imagine your perfume is also a result from a similar scene with the mayor” Roman whispered in my ear

“The senator not the mayor” I cackled

He amusingly laughs on my ear “You have friends in high places, huh?” His hands moved up, cupping my breasts through the dress

“People use what they have, Mr. Reigns” I look into his eyes “You use you intimidating strength” I squeeze his biceps “And I use my womanly charm” I batted my lashes “They’re both means to an end”

Come into my window

It's open every night

That's where I'll be waiting

I'll keep off all the lights

I'm lying on my bed

Crown jewels on my head

The loud knocks on my front door made me quickly get up. Going down the stairs I can see a tall manly figure waiting for me to come and answer. I grab my Colt 1908 Pocket Hammerless gun from the little drawer on my cupboard.

Placing my finger on the trigger I opened the door.

“Yes?” I ask harmlessly

“Mrs. Y/N?” The tall Samoan man asked

I nodded once

“My name is Jey and I’m here in behalf of Mr. Reigns”

I nodded again

“Why don’t you come and take a ride with me?” Jey coldly smiled

I'd never give you up

So come in from the cold, let your guard down

I'd hide you from the cops

Don't be frightened now my love

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

The hotel room is big, fancy and very expensive by the looks of it. If I had to take a lucky guess, I would say that he’s not paying for anything in here, it is all a curtesy from the mayor.

“I’m glad you came” Roman smiles

“Did I had a choice?” I tilted my head

“No, you didn’t” He chuckled “Can I offer you anything to drink?”

“Are you going to drug me if I say yes?” I joke

“Depends on your answer to my proposal” He smirked

“Proposal?”

“Yes” Roman got up from his chair coming to stand in front of me

“You see, Y/N. You’re a very, very interesting woman. Ambitious, smart, charming, intelligent and gorgeous. You’re not easily scared, in fact, it looks like you enjoy danger” He pulled me closer to him, until our bodies were pressed together “I could use a woman like you in my business. At the gala ball you told me about your goals in life and I could see with my own eyes you successfully work your magic on every men in that room. So, what I propose to you is: come with me, I’m leaving town tomorrow and I would like for you to come with me, be a part of my team, use your looks and your brain to our favor.”

“And what’s in it for me?” I asked

“Money, power, jewels...Anything you want” He sincerely said

“What if I would like to add you to that package?” I whispered

Come in off that roof top

You're so handsome dressed in black

See you in the shadows

I'd like to see you on your back

Take this precious treasure

And I will treasure you

Roman smirked “So be it! If you want me too, then you can have me”

He leaned down, capturing my lips in a famished kiss. Pushing me down on the bed, his broad body hovering over mine, grinding, kissing, biting, panting, pounding and moaning until the first rays of sunshine from the next day peaked through the curtains...

6 MONTHS LATER

“What do you say about we take a drink, Mrs. Reigns?” Tony, my husband’s arch enemy and Capo of the Italian Mob asked

“I would love to” I smile sweetly as I hook my arm in his. Going to the back alley.

“I figured it was already time for you to leave that husband of yours for a real man, you know? And I knew you would come to me, sugar” Tony winked

“You’re right, Tony. I do need a real man” I smirked to the shadows when the gun fired.

Tony’s body fell down by my side on the dirty alley street

“But you didn’t thought you were that man, right?” I cackled

Roman’s arm circle around my waist, pulling me closer to him.

“Hello Tony” He smiled “Did you really thought you could have her?” Roman chuckled “C’mon, we both know she’s too much of a woman for you! You can’t handle it! I bet you’re regretting to have thought with your dick now, don’t you?”

“She will leave you eventually Reigns. Just wait for it!” Tony spat

I pressed my high heel on his chest wound, pressing it down and making Tony scream in agony

“You watch your mouth, you fucking fat pig! You know nothing, you ARE NOTHING! I would never leave Roman for you” I laugh “I will never leave him for anyone” I smile at him, aiming to his head and pressing the trigger right afterwards.

We'll run away my dear

Some place special have no fear

We'll even change our names

We'll be kinky, we'll be strange

I'll take the life of crime, all to make you mine

All to catch a thief

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

Your love is my relief, my love is your release

All to catch a thief

“You are perfect” Roman whispered, kissing me vigorously in front of Tony’s dead body. “C’mon. Let’s get out of here” He opened the passenger door of his Rolls Royce and I enter it.

Once we’re driving through the highway he says

“I can’t wait for us to get to the hotel” Roman kisses my hand, intertwining our fingers “I’m going to fuck you senseless” He growls

And I can’t help the happiness smile that spreads on my lips..

[ganymedesclock]

You know, I've joined the Pokemon fandom only recently and I've noticed that some people in the fandom think it's kind of unethical that Pokemon are captured in balls and then "forced to fight" in Pokemon battles. You seem to like Pokemon, so I was wondering what your thoughts on that are.

I certainly don’t have my finger to the pulse of new content, but, several things of note.

Literally the first episode of the anime, as well as many others since then, have demonstrated if a pokemon doesn’t want to go into a ball they will fight it, and continue to fight it after “being tamed”. Pikachu was given to Ash “already tamed” but utterly refuses a pokeball, constantly. This is not considered abnormal, baffling, or concerning. Even the games, which simplify this for the sake of mechanics, mention at different times that legendary pokemon will challenge you specifically because they are interested in seeing you prove your worth.

In Pokemon Colosseum and XD: Gale of Darkness, both games feature an enemy organization that manipulates pokemon into a “shadow” state that is described as shutting them down emotionally. A big thrust of the game is capturing and healing those pokemon, so it features relationship values and things that will help them heal- being sent into battle is something that help abused pokemon heal. So exceptionally vulnerable pokemon- who can be pretty much triggered and act violently or aggressively- enjoy battle.

Very much, the narrative presented by pokemon fairly consistently is a bond of souls, of person with partner, and they are working together to overcome adversity. 

I think personally, thinking of pokemon battles as like cockfighting is not really accurate- it’s worth noting that pokemon are really a lot less like animals and a lot more like alternatively sapient people. They are fully self-aware, and in the anime more than the games, you see this big time, but even in the games, friendship values are mechanically a thing! In later generations, pokemon will resist harder attacks, and hit harder themselves, because they enjoy and value the relationship they have with you.

We see pokemon can refuse to evolve, refuse pokeballs, and push their limits in many ways by extent of willpower. People who are abusive or controlling towards pokemon are characterized as worse than filth, and abused pokemon exist, (see: Ash’s charmander being left in a situation that is dangerous for it by its abusive owner before it came to Ash’s possession, and him being unbelievably pissed at its former master) and are met with compassion.

Likewise- pokemon can outright refuse to respect their trainers! In more recent anime, Ash picked up a Gengar that was abandoned by its trainer and, when realizing this, actually attacked that person, and is still rowdy and argumentative with him / lashes out if it feels it was accused of something it didn’t do. In the sun/moon series, the bewear that takes a shine to Team Rocket makes it abundantly clear she has no intention of ever being captured (by intercepting and crushing a pokeball between her paws). 

So basically, if you see pokemon battling, it’s an exercise of informed consent. In less dangerous situations, it can be thought of like a dog competition where a dog genuinely enjoys competing because the physical and mental challenge is stimulating, or even (as pokemon, as noted before, are pretty sapient) more like two people participating in a competition together as a team. 

Look how many fighting types are described as putting independent effort towards training and evolving, and how many pokemon of all types are described as territorial, aggressive, or generally willing to throw hands! Wild pokemon attack you and try to kick your ass! In the wild areas in Sword and Shield, pokemon actively chase you down trying to pick a fight. While we do see pokemon knocked out, stunned or weakened and then pokeballed, you can think of it like two shounen protagonists who only bond after beating the stuffing out of each other to reach an emotional bond- because, given the above factors, if they weren’t like “yes, I respect your power, I think we’re cool now” they could express their ill will or discomfort many ways.

And in another sense, you can look towards other installments of the “mon” genre- the idea of characters bonding with their partners, sometimes literally fusing or teaming together to do a move, is huge in this genre.

Could someone still abuse a pokemon? Yes- again, both anime and games make it clear this is something that happens, it is socially stigmatized by humans and pokemon alike (there’s an entire movie where Mewtwo is fucking pissed at having been made as a living weapon and his anger is depicted as pretty justified even if he needs to not take it out on people who weren’t his creators) and it would leave a mark, and does.

(Ghetsis, in BW2, notably, fights you with a pokemon who knows the move “Frustration” at full strength- the move “Frustration” specifically gains power the more the pokemon hates the trainer, so we can gather pretty clearly Ghetsis is not a nice trainer. Conversely, another “Team boss”, Cyrus, has a crobat, which only evolves from a golbat who has maximum friendship values- so whether or not Cyrus is a good person, his pokemon have a strong emotional relationship with him.)

And I really don’t wanna be the one to carelessly dismiss concerns, especially of depictions of animal abuse. You can raise questions if the pokemon series- in particular the games- are over-focused on battling to the point of depicting less about day to day social life with these guys- I personally really like to think about other elements of the pokemon world- but I also feel like a lot of “pokemon is literally just glorified fantasy dogfighting it’s awful and gross” takes are.... not made in good faith? not looking at the messages sent by the games in detail.

[macalcord]

The Forgotten Ones

They move in silent purpose, weaving within the shadows, they are ARE shadows they are...Just what the hell are you doing? I'm narrating our first epic mission. Get your head out your ass noobie. My name is Issac, not noobie! Can the chatter you two we're approaching Rand Enterprises from the the east.

Yes sir, I'll be in overwatch in 20 seconds. Good..Cat watch out for the noobie don't let anyone interfere with securing the exit. Gotcha Wendell nobody will get near him, setting up now.

I'm making my entry now, you two be careful and if possible try not to kill anyone.

Wendell silent enters the building one floor above the lab. How are you doing with our exit Issac? I'm setting up the trip wires and marking them so only your Hud will see them just like we planned, then I'll move to clear anyone in your path, if Cat sees anyone. That floor is clear as far as I can see but there is plenty of activity 2 floors below and the lobby oh a large good of mass in a single hallway above you boss, they look like they're trying to get into that lab behind that door. That must be our good doctor, he must have locked himself in there. Well that door looks like it's about to give, boss I don't think you can wait on Master to get here in time.

Wendell knows Cat is right, by the time the master gets there they'll get into that lab and get the doctor and the cure. I'm going, we're out of time! Wendell leaves his spot in the shadows and heads to the staircase and takes it up to the floor with the lab. I count 13 or 14 but most are wearing lab coats only 4 are actual security which means only 4 have training and firearms, they need to go to sleep first. Reaching to his side and draws 2 bamboo sticks instead of the sword on his back or the many other blades he carries. He remembers his master's words..No hesitation. He moves with blinding speed his eyes locked on his 4 biggest threat weaving and spinning through the crowd that reaches out to grab or strike him, none can touch him and as he reaches his first 2 targets, he strikes, crack crack! His bamboo sticks strike under the ribs of both men, making them double over, 2 more crack crack across the back of the head putting them down. But before he can be sure his body jerks to his right out of pure survival instincts a bullet flies just under his arm missing him but striking a young female doctor instead. Wendell has no time to react to the woman being shot because 2 more shots ring out but this time Wendell positioned his sticks in time to catch them but in the process destroyed his sticks but he doesn't stop moving forward. He flings what's left of his stick at the man's gun knocking it out of his hand, giving him plenty of time to close the distance and landing a knock out with a kick under the chin.

As prepared as Wendell thought he was he's getting frustrated with how long this was taking. Enough of this! He pulls a throwing knife and sends it flying into the hand of the last guard then leaps out the crowd but not before dropping a bunch of small balls on the floor that explode and fill the hall with gas. Slowly and one by one the group began falling to the floor.

That took to long the master would have been done in seconds! The Master has Supernatural power of a dragon, we are just ordinary people. Cat trying to reassure her leader as she watches through her scope. Wendell steps over the fallen bodies to the doors key pad. Issac are you sure your skeleton key will work. If they didn't destroy the keypad my stuff will work! Typing in the code Issac gave him the doors open up, huddled in a corner shielding a black case with Rand Enterprises across was a man shaking. Dr. Burstein, my name is Wendell. Pulling off his hood to show his face. Danny Rand sent us to protect you. You're not going to kill me? And fail my first mission? I don't think so, now we have to move there is more enemies here than we expected, you're not safe here. Did you two hear me, Issac get back to base. Cat you two but set a flare off so master will know where to go. Roger..Roger..both say before following orders. Your exit is north side, I've cleared your path. Good job see you at home. Wendell reaches out his hand to pull the doctor to his feet. Stay close, path should be clear but just in case.

Wendell pokes his head out the door, the people he knocked out spayed across the hallway, the gas should keep them down for the rest of the night, he waves the doctor to follow him and leads him through the planned route out, occasionally coming across an unconscious person Issac must have dealt with. Happily they make it to the stairs that lead them to the roof. A rope and harness waiting for them again Issac set up for them before he escaped himself.

Ok sir we have to go over the side down to the street, I'm gonna hook you end and you're be perfectly safe. Wendell helps the doctor into the harness and then over the side the tether between them allows them to repel together with Wendell controlling them till they hit the ground.

Danny traveling by leaping from rooftops is only a couple of blocks away when he first hears the pop and then sees a blue flare flying in the air, smoothly shifts his body in midair and turns direction and moves towards the street level, he stops just long enough to text Trish. Meet me at this address when you get Luke.

[hunterartemisanime]

Kuroko no Basket Headcanon : GoM (+others) Horoscopes and Planetary Positions (Sun and Moon Sign)

Going full Oha-Asa over here, I really wanted to write something on it. As meticulous as Fujimaki-sensei is, he already noted what sun sign each and every character is born under. The internet is filled with Zodiac stereotypes and sets every signs into boxes: this character should be like this and all. But the surprising thing about Kuroko no Basket characters is none of them fall under their zodiac stereotypes. So I looked around and discovered that in Eastern Astrology, especially Vedic astrology each sign of the Zodiac is divided into 2 and a half star division, which makes two people of the same sign completely different persons. That makes 12 Zodiac Signs ruled by 27 different constellations! I was inspired by an Youtuber called “Claire Nakti” who sheds some brilliant light upon it. So here is my take on it. 

The calculations I did is based on the Cafe Astrology

I will also try to add different characters of the same zodiac signs to prove my point. So This may get a little longer. I understand there could be jargons and all, so I will be adding English names also so that you can read about them.

Disclaimer: I ain’t no astrologer, I just made an analogy to an anime where Horoscope is much discussed topic (by a certain Green haired character) so I thought why don’t I pull an Oha-Asa in my way?

Kuroko Tetsuya (31st January, Aquarius sun-Scorpio Moon, North Node and Jupiter Influenced)

Kuroko has always been unique as a character in sports anime. His sun sign falls in Aquarius in Shatabhisa constellation or The Constellation of 100 healers (eng: γ Aquarii), and his moon falls in Scorpio, in Vishaka Constellation or The constellation of Tree branches (eng: α, β, γ and ι Librae ). His sun position makes him not hesitate to sacrifice his self-interests to stand by his principles. Indeed Kuroko is a moral person and calls out the wrong, even though his enemies are larger and scarier than he is. This moral nature is further heightened by Jupiter ruled moon sign: Vishaka people are clear speakers, unique thinkers and justice lovers. Kuroko may be soft spoken but he clearly depicts all of those qualities. 

Looks wise Nodal males have light, magnetic wide eyes. North node of the moon is the shadow of the moon, and Kuroko is the “phantom”, an illusion which is also under the domain of the North Node of the moon: as sun plays a forefront in astrology, his Sun ruled Aquarius north node perhaps makes him the way he is.  His name is “Tetsuya”, which was written in Katakana; if it were written in Kanji it means “Philosophical”. North node controls darkness and illusions, out-of-the-box ideas, Jupiter controls morality and higher truth: His name is “Kuroko” (child of the dark) “Tetsuya” (Philosophical)

Kise Ryota (June 18th, Gemini sun-Scorpio Moon, Jupiter and Mercury influenced)

That is a really odd combination for Kise, because Jupiter characteristics are not at all frivolous and smiling all over the place like Kise. His Gemini sun falls in Punarvasu Constellation of the Constellation of “Return of the Good” ( eng: Castor and Pollux ), and His moon sign is in Scorpio in Jyestha Constellation, or the constellation “of the elder” (α, σ, and τ Scorpionis). Both of his constellations sit at the cusp of air (Gemini and Libra) and water signs (Cancer and Scorpio). This brings two things in line: Air sign gives him his mutability or ability to change, while water sign brings him closer to his emotions. He is not a “perfect copy” without any reason (Midorima agrees)

Looks wise, His mercury ruled moon sign is more dominant than his Jupiter rule Gemini constellation. Mercury men are very youthful looking, have narrow but bright eyes and are very much babied by the people around him: Mercury being the infant planet of the zodiac brings this quality. His moon sign also dictates his career as a model because Jyestha males are prone to go to the entertainment industry. Both Jupiter and Mercury are responsible for learning, knowledge. Kise is known to catch up with basketball in the shortest amount of time, and perhaps this is the reason. These people are also bad at hiding their emotions and are very honest in nature. Both him and Kuroko share Jupiter moon signs, perhaps that is why Kise is very attached to Kuroko.

MIdorima Shintarou (7th July, Cancer sun-Leo Moon, Saturn and South Node Influenced)

We all knew that Midorin was a Cancer, but Leo moon, we did not see it coming. Midorima is a Cancer sun and falls under the Pusya Constellation or the Constellation of Nourisher (eng: γ, δ and θ Cancri ). People born under the constellation are well respected, stable-minded and moral (we all agree on that). The Leo moon falls under the Magha (the blessed) constellation (eng: Regulus). These people  are very hard-working, and whatever progress they makes is owing to this attitude of sincerity. Well, no one can disagree on that part also. 

Pusya males are saturn ruled and they come with extremely good looks. Saturn beauties have long-ish faces, narrow eyes and a serious look on their face which looks quite attractive especially on males. South Node  moon makes a man magnetically handsome and to some extend emotionally distant--he may have hard time figuring and expressing his or other’s emotions. South Nodes also gives people a weird way to speak: be it voice, dialect or accent, and in Midorima’s case it is suffixing everything with “Nanodayo”. Saturn born people are very spiritual as well, they believe in a higher power and often follow it unquestioningly: with Midorima’s case, it’s his Horoscopes. With the saturn influenced sun, he will be disciplined, orderly and somewhat submissive in his nature: figures when he gets scolded or bullied by his seniors (and Takao) he takes it quietly. Guess Midorima knew Oha-Asa wasn’t hoax when he self diagnosed himself.

Aomine Daiki (August 31st, Virgo sun- Leo Moon, Sun and South Node influenced)

I had a hunch that Daiki is Sun influenced the moment I started doing this thing. He is a Virgo sun that falls into a Sun ruled constellation called Uttar Phalguni (The Younger Red One) (eng: Denebola), which is called the best Constellation for leadership and masculinity; Sun attends Youth in this constellation and therefore these people are leaders, egotistic and often harsh speakers. He is a Leo Moon which falls on the Magha or The Constellation of the Blessed (Eng: Regulus). His sun sign sits between the cusp of Leo and Virgo and this brings the fieriness in him. Stereotypical Virgos are portrayed as Nerdy and Neat people, but Virgo behaves like Leo when sun is sitting in Denebola Constellation and it amplifies Virgo’s ambitious nature and Leo’s Ego.

Sun influenced men are very masculine in looking and particularly the constellation under which Daiki is born makes the men hypersexual and lovers of all things erotic. Sun men are also the people who attract a lot of Nodal natives, moon born natives in their lives. Kuroko, who is North Node influenced, was once Aomine’s “shadow”-- a Sun influenced person who was Kuroko’s light. However, here comes his south node moon in play. South Node men are quiet emotionally distant, even from his own friends and loved once: they frequently hurt people with their words and have trouble expressing their feelings. Daiki also has the South Node speech type: he tends to drag the words “in--dayo” whenever he speaks, especially if he is annoyed. They speak often forcefully which may come off as rude, which also contributes to their loneliness. They are the “lone wolves” and people cannot stand them often: Sounds like Aomine? because he is like that. 

Murasakibara Atsushi (October 9th Libra sun-Capricorn moon, North Node and Sun influenced)

Anyone with Libra sun hear me out: Sun is said to be at his Weakest in Libra, and that means out Purple Giant has an unfortunate sun position. His Sun Sign falls in Swati Constellation or the Constellation of “Goodness” (Eng: Arcturus), and his moon falls in Uttar Ashada or the Constellation of the Undefeated (Eng: Zeta Sagitarrii) which is a Sun ruled constellation that sits at the Cusp of Sagittarius and Capricorn. Thus Murasakibara is not a stereotypical Libra, he has some grounding qualities in him. Libras are most compatible with Gemini, Aries and Aquarius but Murasakibara’s best friend is Himuro Tatsuya who is a Scorpio. This must be because the Capricorn enters in his chart as his House of Moon, which has medium compatibility with Scorpio.

Any Nodal person mentioned in this post, especially if they are North Node are exceptionally tall in heights and it is said that Nodes, like trees in the deep equatorial forest, grow tall to get the Sun, which makes them so execptionally tall. Murasakibara is very large compared to a Japanese. Although his sun is weakened in the sign of Libra, which snatches all the honour, glory and leadership positions, he strengthens it back in his Capricorn moon which is a Sun ruled Constellation. Although the Constellation is mainly on Sagittarius’ side, but when it enters Capricorn’s side it loses it’s philosophical edge of the Sagittarius house and gets more practical because Capricorn is an earth sign. This moon position gives him those Sun ruled narrow and sharp eyes, deep voice, imposing alpha qualities. People who have sun in Swati tend to be my-pace kind of people: they have their own ways to do things, they hate being criticized and they have fierce angers. 

Akashi Seijuro (December 20th, Sagittarius Sun- Aries Moon, Sun and Venus Influenced)

Boy! Here comes one big ball of Ego! I always wondered (when I first saw Akashi) wow, he acts like a Greek God who just got pissed off by a mortal, and turns out he was just born on certain influence. He is a Sagittarius Sun that falls on the Uttar Ashada Constellation or the Constellation of the Undefeated (eng: Zeta Sagittarii), and His Aries Moon falls on Varani constellation or The Constellation of the Bearer (Eng: 35 Arietis). Uttar Ashada is the last sun ruled constellation of the Zodiacs and Varani is the First Venus ruled constellation. As a fire sign he should be getting along with other fire signs: Aries, Leo, Sagittarius, (even airs signs like Gemini and Libra) but he is closest with Midorima, who is a Cancer Sign, and Kuroko who is an Aquarius. All of them have one thing in common: Jupiter. Sagittarius is Jupiter’s domain, Cancer is Jupiter’s favorite house to be, and Kuroko has Scorpio moon in Vishakha Constellation, which is ruled by Jupiter.

Sun ruled males are hands down the alpha males around as i have written before, but dear Akashi’s constellation has an added twist. As Sagittarius is Jupiter Ruled (the eldest of the Zodiac) where Akashi’s sun sign sits, it gives him a sense of older-than-his age dignity. Thus people around him, older or younger, stronger or weaker obey him without contest. People with these placements may be blessed with the Supreme Leadership image, but it also gives them an overly authoritative and egotistic father figures (with which Akashi has had torments). His moon sign which is Venus influenced makes him very unconventionally attractive and in touch with his feminine sides, females or feminine gay men are likely to be attracted to him for this. But all of this politeness are outside features: inside, he is harsh and broken. Venus men are very particular about what women they desire in life, and Sun men are rapid womanizers. However Akashi’s Constellation has no opposite gender consort available in the 27 constellations (26 others are assigned with 13 pairs of male and female animals). So he will have high standards in women, not likely to have steady partners because of this--he may (god forbid) also die a virgin.  

(Fun Fact: the symbol of Varani Constellation is a Vagina)

Kagami Taiga (August 2nd, Leo sun- Leo Moon, Double South Node Influenced)

Kagami may have Leo sun and Leo moon and we may think--oh, he is full of sun power, but it is not hat simple. He is doubly influenced with South Nodes. South Nodes are responsible for morbidity, detachment, emotional alienation, aloofness etc, but none of them is really seen in Kagami. He shares Leo moon sign with Takao and Midorima, Aomine and on the same constellation: Magha, the constellation of the Blessed (eng: Regulus). At the beginning he seems to be very aggressive and his speeches rub people in the wrong way which is a typical South Node influence that come with his Sun and Moon sign. But later we see that he has a huge gap between appearance and reality. 

Magha people usually come from wealth, but due to Kagami’s sun sign falls in a nodal constellation he faces detachment from his father figure. Nodal people usually have wide and doe like eyes, but as Kagami’s Sun and Moon sign sits on a Sun ruled House of Leo, his South nodes mimic the looks of a typical Sun dominant man: narrow eyes, alpha male qualities, deep voice and great leadership skills. Their speech tends to be loud, forceful and may seem harsh and rude, but it’s far from it. It is to be noted. Kagami’s voice also have the typical South node eccentricity, he ends his speeches with “desu” in polite conversations, even when it is not necessary. South Node is the headless tail of dragon and when sun comes to it, it takes the sun as it’s missing head and magnifies the qualities of the Sun. Kagami is so beautifully written that he is not a typical rugged charmed beauty: there is more to him in the bottom than we can see. South nodes enables a person to reach the higher truth, if they are placed in a good sign--remember how Kagami opened the Direct drive Zone? it was really like discovering the unconscious mind.

Takao Kazunari (November 21st, Scorpio Sun-Leo Moon: Mercury and South Node influenced)

Charming, playful, good looking, Takao Kazunari is Scorpio Sun and a Leo Moon. Surprised? I was too--our Takao influenced by Leo? but that’s what he is completely opposite inside and out. He Mercury influenced Jyestha Constellation Sun or the Constellation of the Eldest (Eng: Alpha Scorpionis) and South Node influenced Magha Constellation or The Blessed Constellation moon (Eng: Regulus). The Mercury influenced Sun sign makes him swift and outspoken in nature; these people can be so quick thinkers that it makes them almost unpredictable.

 South Node influenced men have light eyes, great looks and magnetic personality, while the Mercury influence gives them youthfulness, lightheartedness and great intelligence. they may have forceful speech or a weird accent: Takao adds a “-ssho” at the end of his sentence, despite he laughs at Midorima’s “Nanodayo suffix”. They don’t take life or themselves too seriously but can hold grudge for a long time. South Node men are prone to be ‘draining’ emotionally, but that aspect of Takao is not revealed. He and Midorima shares the same moon sign, The Leo Magha Moon, which makes them so different and so uncanny to be friends together. HIs Moon constellation, Magha makes him sort of selfless and detached at the same time. I always wondered why Takao wheels Midorima around and doesn’t get mad? because he is generous in a very selfless way.

Hyuuga Junpei (May 16th, Taurus Sun- Taurus Moon: Mars and Sun influenced)

Hyuuga is Taurus sun and Taurus moon respectively. Hyuuga’s sun fall in Mrigshira Constellation or Deer Head Constellation (Eng: Lambda Orionis), which is the third Taurus constellation and it sits between Taurus and Gemini. His moon falls in Krittika constellation or Axe Constellation (Eng: Eta Tauri or Pleiades) which sits between Aries and Taurus. Sun influenced males depict a lot of alpha male qualities that attract both males and females (remember Reo Mibuchi) But Mars males usually are short tempered and express their anger in a funny way. Hyuuga is acknowledged by all as a captain but he struggles with his temper and his position, several times, perhaps due to these position. Looks wise Sun influenced males are very attractive in their own way, they usually have large forehead, sharp and narrow eyes and husky voice.

Sterotypically Taurus people cannot stand any other signs than specific earth and water signs, but this combination brings a taurian very well in terms with fire and air signs, especially with Leos, Geminis and Aquariuses. Aquarius people become very special in these types of taurians because they keep coming into Taurus’ throughout their lives: even though they are completely opposites. Hyuuga’s romantic interest is Riko, an aquarius. Taurus and Gemini are said to be in bad terms, but due to this combination of constellations, Hyuuga is in good terms with Kiyoshi. His Moon sign that falls in Krittika Constellation is symbolised by Axe (and any kind of blades in general) so, these natives are usually good with jobs that requires cutting: Hyuuga cuts hair nicely, don’t you think? Cutting also means cutting remarks--his Tsukkomis bite

Kiyoshi Teppei (June 10th, Gemini sun-Aries Moon: North and South Node influenced)

No wonder Kiyoshi is the way he is. I always thought he is not a typical Gemini, there is a hidden aspect to him. South and North nodes of the moon are nodal planets and they love being around Sun influenced people (Hyuuga). Kiyoshi is an Aries Moon that falls on Aswini or Horse Head Constellation (eng: Beta Arietis), and he is a Gemini Sun that falls on the Ardra or Wet Wind Constellation (Eng: Betelgeuse) If You want a stable, cool-headed, life of the party, salt of the earth kind of person, go for Kiyoshi or the combination of his Sun and Moon placement.

The males born with the Moon in Ashwini Nakshatra will almost always have a handsome face, and bright and big eyes (South Node, trying to absorb light through big doe eyes). His forehead will be broad and his nose will tend to be on the bigger side. He will be grateful to those who love him and will go to any extents to do anything for them. He is the best friend you can have when you need one desperately. Ardra people have the special power to persevere, communicate and be gentle and soft spoken at the same time. The natives are soft, stable, strong, sacrifice a lot to earn, and may be prone to sickness--the last can connote with Kiyoshi’s knee injury. North Node people tend to be ambitious in nature and they will to any lengths to fulfill it, Nodal people tend to have wide and often doe like eyes, dry but sophisticated sense of humour and they love to be around Sun influenced people. That is why, despite being completely opposites, Kiyoshi and Hyuuga are in good terms. 

Riko Aida (February 5th, Aquarius sun and Leo Moon: Venus and North Node influenced)

Riko is Aquarius sun and Leo moon. NO wonder she exercises great leadership skills. Her Aquarius sun falls in Satavisha constellation or the constellation of 100 physicians and her Leo Moon falls in Purva Phalguni constellation or the Elder Red constellation. The North Node ruled sun constellation gives her harsh, strict, healing and truthful nature while the Venus ruled Moon constellation gives her charming outlook: she is soft on the outside, hard on the inside kind of girl. She used to have relationship with Kiyoshi at the beginning, and I wondered why, and then I discovered: Kiyoshi’s moon’ s constellation Ashwini is symbolised with a Male Horse and Riko’s Sun’s constellation Shatabhisha is symbolised with a Female Horse. The stars truly came together with these two.

The Purvaphalguni women are instructive and very good teachers and mentors: Riko is a coach and is very good at her job. Because her moon sign in ruled by Venus, she attracts a Taurian Hyuuga, whose Zodiac Sign Taurus is general is ruled by Venus. Nodal women have wide set and usually lighter eyes (according to the race) and Venus gives them an overall charming beauty (because Venus is the Goddess of Beauty). But along with it comes vanity as well: venus is extremely proud of her looks and will not stand any other’s presence who is more good looking than her. Perhaps that’s why she is quite jealous of Momoi.

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Winx goes Digital

remember when I made an OC villain? Well, this is a small story of how it would probably would look like. Ogbe isn’t in it but mentioned.

yes, heavily inspired by Digimon

English isn’t first language

Words; 1 314

Ogbe goes by he/they

Summaries; The Winx has transported themselves to the internet, trying to figure out how they can stop their new enemy who is attacking all planets in Magix and Earth. After finding a strange tunnel with loads of digital codes, Tecna was able to figure out what the codes stood for and typed it out on her computer. Each planet in Magix and Earth shows up as holograms in front the girls and Tecna finally understands why Ogbe can attack all the planets at the same time.

“Don’t you understand?” Tecna looked at the rest of the girls.

The others looked at all the holograms’ planets that were above them but they shook their heads. Not getting what Tecna was saying.

“Ogbe can come to any planet by using the internet, do you see all the lines that are going around each world?”

“Yeah, so?” Stella asked when looking at the worlds.

“It may be hard to see it now but if I click here,” Tecna pressed a key on the board.

All the worlds slowly moved towards the middle, the worlds collided and became one planet. But the lines–

“Every line matches with each other!” Aisha said.

“None of the lines are standing out,” Bloom gasped.

“The reason Ogbe can move so fast is because of the internet,” Tecna continued. “our physical worlds may not look alike or have the same technology, but our digital network is the same to each planet. The lines represent our internet. Remember how they sent everyone an email saying they were hungry?”

“The reason Ogbre could send to everyone was that every planet shares the same internet,” Musa filled in.

“Yes,” Tecna nodded. “if I had been faster I would have figured it out. This guy used ’.com’ at the end of his email address. I didn’t think much of it at the start but it makes sense now. It truly proves that our planets are synced with each other and the digital network has become a part of our universe, almost like a shadow world that we don’t see.”

Stella sat down on the floor and held her head.

“So much info on one day, does that mean we have to learn digital languages?”

“If it is created by us,” Flora said and patted Stella on the shoulder. “then we don’t need to worry, the internet has then all of our languages.”

“Exactly,” Tecna said and turned around to look at the planets of a hologram. “it was created by us but the internet got its own life without us knowing it.”

“Great with internet lessons but how do we stop this guy?” Musa asks. “Ogbe has already shut down phones and computers.”

“More than half of the technology is already in his hands,” Tecna says and the girls look up at her. “do you know how many of our spices have digital advice? They could start a war with a simple press, they can send bombs soon to each planet or country.”

“Earth has a lot of nuclear bombs,” Bloom says worryingly. “he can cause the third war on Earth.”

“We don’t know if that is their goal yet,” Flora says, trying to make Bloom feel less worried. “they have said they want magic, not nuclear bombs.”

“Good thing we got all the magic in books,” Stella says and smiles. “he can’t hack a book right?”

It is silent after Stella says that and everyone looks at Tecna, waiting for her to say it is impossible to hack a book but she doesn’t say anything.

“Tecna,” Aisha steps over to Tecna. “is it a way to hack the books?”

Tecna is staring at the planets, not facing the girls. “Alfea uses a simulator for the classes, which has all the information about each planet and as well people. Even has information about dying species and planets, just like Domino once was. All of that information is connected to the books.”

All of the girls got big eyes.

“Wait–” Bloom says before anyone else has said a word. “so the simulator is connected to the books?”

“Yes,” Tecna says. “everything exists on the internet, remember? It is because we have put them there and let everyone be able to read. But with magic we literally transfer the information from the book to the technology, a simpler way than literally writing from word to word and the data can copy the magic, as a backup in case the book would get destroyed. The simulator may not be connected so everyone can use or read its data but if it is hacked from outside, they would soon be able to control Alfea and its magic.”

“Just like the Red Fountain,” Aisha says. “but how could they be so badly affected? They can’t even control their ships anymore.”

“They connect their phones to the ship,” Tecna turned around and looked at all the girls. “that is why they got affected so badly and Ogbe could steal the magic from them before they could protect themselves from the virus.”

“Um, wild question,” Stella said and everyone looked over at her. “but would it be possible, I mean considering we are here inside the internet, would it be possible for the viruses to come to our world?”

Their gazes turned back to Tecna. Tecna closed her eyes and gave a nod.

“Why hasn’t Ogbe already done it then?” Bloom asks. “And can we stop the viruses in our world?”

“Right now the viruses would be like a hologram in the real world and wouldn’t be able to do damage,” Tecna explains. “I suppose Ogbe needs more magic, or data for that matter, to make it possible for the viruses to survive outside of the internet. I’m not sure how we would be able to defeat them if they came to our world.”

While Tecna spoke, Musa went back to the start of the tunnel where they had come from. The walls were still covered in digital codes when she went over to the entrance. She had heard something.

Musa carefully poked her head out and she saw figures shaped like a ball with a long electrical tail. It was the viruses and they were now above them and searching for them. Musa hurried over to the others.

“The viruses are blocking our only way out,” Musa says quickly.

“Then we are totally screwed!” Stella squeaked and stood up. “We are still much slower than them!”

The girls made themselves ready, they know the viruses will look for them in these tunnels sooner or later. But Tecna still had her hand on her mini computer and tapped frequently fast as she looked at the walls that were covered in digital codes.

“Tecna we have to be ready to attack,” Aisha commented.

“Take a picture of this place, it lasts longer,” Stella agreed.

Tecna didn’t comment on that. “Give me a minute.”

“We may not have that much time,” Flora said and saw blue lights outside of the entrance.

“Flora,” Bloom said when she saw them as well. “use your ivy to cover the entrance!”

She didn’t need to say that twice before Flora had already covered the hole. They could hear now the snickers of the viruses that went towards the tunnel.

“Plasma shield!” Aisha shoots up a plasma along with the ivy to strengthen its ground.

“Tecna!” Stella shouted. “Tell me you are making a way out of here!”

“That’s what I’m doing!” Tecna now responded. “These codes are helping me to be able to get us out of here and back to where we can travel back to our world!”

Tecna pressed one more key, with that one press the holograms of all the worlds disappeared, at the end of the tunnel it shined a new way out.

“Great job Tecna,” Musa said and was ready to fly out.

All the girls followed along but Bloom, who was the last one in the lead, noticed Tecna wasn’t following along and turned herself around in mid-flight. Tecna was still pressing on her computer.

“Tecna!” Bloom shouted when she saw the viruses biting through the ivy and soon the plasma wall was all that would be up.

She saw Tecnas hand fly over the keyboard and pressed at an unusual speed but then Tecna pressed only one key and shut the computer.

“There!” Tecna shouted and flew after Bloom.

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Fate and Phantasms #100: Helena Blavatsky

It’s finally here, the one hundredth build of this series! I wonder what big-name servant we’re making for the milestone! Merlin? Skadi?

Alright, we can work with that.

Today on Fate and Phantasms’ 100th episode, we’re making the pint-sized powerhouse Helena Blavatsky! With the help of her Mahatmas, Helena is a useful all-around caster who can also blast enemies with beams of light from unidentified flying objects.

Check out her build breakdown below the cut, or her character sheet over here!

Next up: Chaldea’s next top backpack

Race and Background

Like most servants, Helena is probably a human (or revenant, if you want to nitpick), but you’re small for an adult, look way younger than you really are, and are something of an eccentric, so all that points to being a Gnome. Specifically, Rock Gnomes are tinkerers and geniuses, and that will give you +2 Intelligence and +1 Constitution; Darkvision; Gnome Cunning, giving you advantage on all intelligence, wisdom, and charisma saves against magic, Artificer’s Lore, doubling your History proficiency when figuring out magical, alchemical, or technological items, and the Tinker ability, which lets you spend an hour to make small clockwork items. The Clockwork Toy that you can make this way will make your first Colonel Olcott, but we’ll get more impactful ways to make them later.

You’re a Cloistered Scholar, giving you proficiency in History so your Lore can actually be used for something, and Arcana because you’re literally a caster.

Ability Scores

Your highest ability score should be Intelligence- You get a lot of your power from the Mahatmas, but you still have to do your fair share of studying to make it work as well as you do. Second highest is Charisma. You study the world, but you also have your own way of seeing the world, and it’s so pervasive it actually effects how things work. After that is Dexterity; you’re small and clearly don’t wear armor. After that is Constitution, mostly because everything else is worse. Your Wisdom is pretty low, having your own filter on the world kind of skews your ability to see the hard facts. However, you’re really bad at Strength. We don’t need it, and you don’t have it.

Class Levels

1. Warlock 1: Congratulations on signing on with Mahatma Inc., your leading source for arcane power! Lorewise, the Mahatmas would probably be Archfey or Great Old Ones, but we need a patron that can make you fly and fire massive flaming blasts of light, and that’s the Efreeti to a T. When you sign up with them, you get Pact Magic, spell slots that regenerate on short rests. You can use these slots to cast Spells using your Charisma as the casting ability. You also get a Genie’s Vessel, a tiny object you can vanish inside of once per long rest thanks as a Bottled Respite. While you’re holding the item you can also use your Genie’s Wrath to add fire damage to an attack roll-based damage equal to your proficiency bonus once per turn. Finally, you get proficiency in Wisdom and Charisma saves, as well as Nature and Religion checks. You study the world around you to find more signs of the Mahatmas, so you’ve gotten pretty good at it.

Like most casters, Helena’s spell list shouldn’t be taken as gospel- she’s a very versatile caster, so feel free to mix things up. Really, this is true of every part of every build we make, but especially your magic.

Anyway, grab Eldritch Blast for some caster balls, Mage Hand to move the colonel around, Comprehend Languages because I doubt the Mahatmas speak common, and Burning Hands for a bit of fire power.

2. Wizard 1: Warlocks are great, but they don’t really get many spell slots. Wizards are way more your speed right now anyway. At first level, you get Spellcasting, another set of spell slots that can cast Intelligence based spells. The number of spell slots you get here don’t mix with your warlock slots, but your wizard slots can be used for warlock spells and vice versa. You also get an Arcane Recovery- once per day, you can recover a number of spell slots with a combined level total of half your wizard level rounded up. I know this is a wild concept, but don’t worry, you’ll be fine.

For wizard spells, grab Fire Bolt, Ray of Frost, and Magic Missile for even more caster balls, Prestidigitation, Silent Image, Feather Fall, and Detect Magic for utility, as well as Sleep, and Silent Image to avoid combat where possible.

3. Warlock 2: Now that we doubled your spellcasting ability, we should be able to sling a few more spells as we work with the Mahatmas. Second level warlocks get Eldritch Invocations, which you can use to customize your workplace experience. Save one for later, but pick up Armor of Shadows now to save you a lot of spell slots down the road.

You also get Cause Fear, instilling fear in a single creature that fails a wisdom saving throw (its DC is 8 plus your charisma modifier plus your proficiency bonus). This is more of a “why not” spell than anything else, but it’s more things you can do.

4. Warlock 3: Third level warlocks get a Pact Boon, and the Pact of the Tome gives you a fancy new spellbook. This gives you three cantrips from any spell list, and act like warlock spells for you. Grab Guidance and Spare the Dying for even more versatility, as well as... hm, let’s say Thorn Whip, why not. You can also grab the invocation Book of Ancient Secrets, learning two ritual spells from any spell list, but you can only cast them as rituals. You can add other ritual spells to the book as you adventure, but it will cost you time and money to do so. Grab Find Familiar to make a more magical Colonel, and Unseen Servant for another way to carry your clockwork colonel around.

If you don’t want to wait around 10 minutes for one Colonel, you can also cast Flock of Familiars using your regular spellcasting to make up to three of them instead.

5. Warlock 4: Use your first Ability Score Improvement to power up your Charisma for better warlock spells. Speaking of, you also get Minor Illusion as a cantrip this level, as well as Scorching Ray.

6. Wizard 2: You didn’t think we were done with wizard, did you? The Mahatmas may have given you a cool book, but your hard work will take it to the next level as an Order of Scribes wizard. You can make a Wizardly Quill to magically erase your writing and drastically shorten the time it takes to copy spells, from two hours per level to two minutes. You can also use it to make an Awakened Spellbook. I’m pretty sure this could be the same book your warlock spells are kept in, but the final say’s up to your DM. This spellbook can act as your focus, swap damage types between wizard spells that share a level, and speed up a ritual cast from the spellbook once per long rest. 

You also pick up Charm Person and Catapult this level.

7. Warlock 5: Your spell slots go up a level and you pick up a new invocation. Grab Eyes of the Rune Keeper to make sense of the Mahatma’s teachings, and Magic Circle to protect an area from extraplanar forces. Or lock said extraplanar forces in place.

8. Warlock 6: Sixth level warlocks get a new spell, and Thunder Step gives you some extra mobility and damage. You also get an Elemental Gift from the Mahatmas, giving you resistance to fire damage, and a flying speed that you can use for 10 minutes per long rest per point of you proficiency bonus. It doesn’t say you can fly thanks to a UFO, but it doesn’t not say that, so go with what your heart says.

9. Wizard 3: Third level wizards get second level spells. Enlarge/Reduce and Web are great ways to control enemies, either shrinking them down to near uselessness or sticking them in a trap while the rest of the party sets up for hurting them.

10. Wizard 4: Use this ASI to become an Elemental Adept. You’ve got a lot of different kinds of spells, but your biggest and flashiest are Fire damage based, so this will let you ignore fire resistance, and all damage dice rolled count as at least a 2. To celebrate, grab Flaming Sphere for an Unidentified Flaming Object, as well as Hold Person and Gust to keep people over the fires and fan the flames, respectively.

11. Wizard 5: Fifth level wizards get third level spells. Clairvoyance gives you even more utility, and Counterspell is just a good spell in general.

12. Wizard 6: You can now Manifest Mind, creating another kind of Colonel that can telepathically share information with you, and can act as the source of your spells a number of times per long rest equal to your proficiency bonus. You have to use your bonus action to move it around, but it’ll remain operational at a range of 300′. You can make a Colonel this way once per long rest, or by spending a spell slot to do so.

13. Warlock 7: Seventh level warlocks get fourth level spells. There isn’t any pressing need here, so grab Phantasmal Killer, why not. You also get the Far Scribe invocation, allowing you to cast Sending to creatures who have written their name in your book without spending materials or a spell slot. You can save a number of names in your book up to your proficiency bonus.

14. Warlock 8: Let’s get Blight for the hell of it. You also get another ASI, round up your Dexterity and Intelligence for stronger wizard spells and a higher AC.

15. Warlock 9: For your fifth level spell, grab Flame Strike for a very solid UFO beam that deals fire and radiant damage. You can also make an Ascendant Step to cast Levitate on yourself at will. It’s a concentration spell, but at least it can break your fall if your Elemental Gift runs out at an inopportune time.

16. Warlock 10: Tenth level genie warlocks make a Sanctuary Vessel for themselves and allies. When you enter your Bottled Respite, up to five willing creatures can come with you. Also, staying in the vessel for at least 10 minutes acts as a short rest, and they gain additional healing if they spend hit dice in the vessel.

17. Warlock 11: At eleventh level, warlocks get a Mystic Arcanum, letting them cast a sixth level spell once per long rest. Grab True Seeing to unlock the mysteries of the world around you.

18. Warlock 12: Use your last ASI to bump up your Charisma for stronger warlock spells, and grab the invocation Eldritch Mind to make concentration a bit easier on you.

19. Warlock 13: Thanks to your seventh level Mystic Arcanum, you can now Plane Shift to the realm of the Mahatmas (Genies)!

20. Warlock 14: Your capstone level allows you to make a Limited Wish, thanks to the Mahatmas. You can cast a spell though your Vessel without using a spell slot or any components. The only requirements are that is is 6th level or lower and takes 1 action to cast. You can use this every 1d4 long rests.

Pros:

You are an unparalleled spellslinger, especially among warlocks. You can cheat spells out with wishes and rituals, regain more than your fair share on short rests, and mess around with how your spells work by swapping damage types or casting them through the colonel. You can also make some funky travel arrangements by combining mage hand, the colonel, and your Genie’s Vessel. Multiclassing with Wizard also comes with the added benefit of being able to copy spells down on top of learning them normally- thanks to your warlock slots, you can still copy wizard spells up to 5th level.

Mixing these casting classes together, plus your normal Gnome abilities, make your Intelligence, Wisdom, and Charisma saves very solid, preventing you from being charmed, frightened, or thrown into another plane.

Being able to fly is awesome. Being able to fly as a squishy wizard is even better. Being able to fly without concentration is nearly broken.

Cons:

Mixing spellcasters also leaves you without 9th level spells. Jury-rigged transport is cool and all, but it doesn’t beat just getting wish normally.

You have Low HP, so if you end up fighting someone who can shoot you out of the sky, you’re going to have a bad time. It’s also really hard to not look like the biggest target when you just burned a hole in the world with a UFO.

You rely on a lot of fragile knickknacks to make this build work- your vessel and all three kinds of colonels (mind, clockwork, and familiar) all have even lower HP than you have, and affect your ability to function to varying degrees.

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TWP Chapter 29

Wolffe had been working with General Plo Koon long enough not to ignore a Jedi’s feelings. He knew Kriari, she was emotional on good days and would turn into a wreck on a bad one. He did admire her ability to feel everything she did and still be able to do her duty. He could never imagine what it would be to be force sensitive -he only knew they could feel things and people, and that was enough to put him off the idea, he had his hands full with his own issues, he didn’t want other people’s. Needless to say, her ‘bad feeling’ about the mission was making him weary. 

The first time he had met the young Padawan he hadn’t thought much about her. Yes, she was his commanding officer but her lack of knowledge and experience didn’t go unnoticed, and neither did her willingness to learn and adapt. What stuck with him from the very beginning was her attitude towards him and his brothers. She stood her ground in the face of a negligent superior and stuck by her choices to the very end. He never forgot the names of the clones they saved that day, all because of her. She had taken the lead after the Order lost most of their masters in that blasted arena in Geonosis without question or hesitation and chose to save as many lives as she could. 

The next time he saw her, the battle of Abregado happened, she almost died trying to get his brothers to safety. He had been angry, annoyed even, when they were all safely aboard the Twilight, but he had realized it was for the wrong reasons. I don’t give a shit about the war effort, she had said. He never forgot the fire in her eyes when she said it, he never forgot the cold edge to her voice, cutting its way to his soul, he never forgot what he thought then: shit, she means it. 

Wolffe never forgot Kriari’s stubbornness and compassion, her selfless recklessness and how little she cared for her own life when it came to protecting theirs. He never forgot how she put him to sleep with one of those Jedi mind tricks when he was exhausted and running on empty. Wolffe was many things, forgetful was not one of them. 

He is quite certain he will never forget the way his gut twisted when he saw the orange streak on her new armour -she was the one to name the 104th The Pack, the 212th had no place on her armour-, or the way she talked and laughed with Captain Rex after their first mission together, what did he know of Kriari that he didn’t? He knew they were both the kind of people who make friends easily, but still he couldn’t bring himself to forget the way the Captain patted your shoulder as if they’d been friends for years when it was him who had known her the longest. 

But he would gladly forget all of that if it would get the image of Kriari working herself into a ball of stress off his mind. He had always known she was diligent, hard working and gunning for excellence in everything she did, but he had never imagined the weight of his brother’s lives would come to be such a heavy burden to her. Kriari cared more than a Jedi should, more than a soldier could allow themselves to care, and still, knowing what carrying this burden was doing to her, she continued on. He couldn’t really tell if she was that selfless or had such little self preservation. Had no one taught her to compartmentalize? He didn’t think so. 

So Wolffe did what he did best: he watched over her from the sidelines. He did his job to the best of his ability and urged others to do the same, the Commander didn’t need the stress only stupid mistakes could give. He had The Pack watch over her when he couldn’t and became her shadow when he could. He brought her caff to the bridge in the mornings and forced her to stop working during lunch. She had also taken to exhausting herself in the dojo before lights out, so he made sure she didn’t stay up longer than she should. 

He was quite surprised when he realized he didn’t mind doing these little things for her. It was the least he could do when she was trying to keep all of them alive, right? What did surprise him was how increasingly protective of her he was getting. Art had teased him about it a few times, and he didn’t care for her friendships with others, not really. But why was it that every time he remembered any of her injuries or near brushes with death he felt his rage simmering dangerously? He was not scared of death, every being in existence died at some point, but the thought of losing her of all people brought a side of him to the surface he didn’t know he even had. That and the fact that, in his mind, she was no longer Commander Foreas, just Kriari. 

What would he do if she died in combat? He shivered at the thought. He knew most of the 104th would single handedly bring the enemy to their knees if something happened to Commander Foreas, but Wolffe? Oh, Wolffe would do so much more than that. And the thought terrified him because he knew, deep down, that he was getting attached to her, more than he should, more than the GAR rules of conduct deemed appropriate. The thought terrified him because he had allowed himself to show it. Cool, collected, by-the-book Clone Commander Wolffe had allowed himself to show Kriari, to tell her she belonged with the 104th, that she belonged with him: he had gifted her a blade. 

The blade, the one she kept with her at all times ever since he had given it to her. The one she had attached to her belt at the small of her back, the only other weapon he possessed other than her lightsaber. It gave him both comfort and immense satisfaction that -like many Jedi- she had refused to carry any weapon other than her saber up until that point, and now, his gift was the exception. Or, rather the 104th’s gift was. But Wolffe doubted she believed that particular fib of his, either way he was glad she hadn’t called him out on it if she knew he had been lying. 

He watched Kriari as she studied a holomap of Khorm. She was leaning on the holotable and discussing with the admiral the different approaches they could take in case of a planetary blockade. She had forgone the armour that morning, wearing only her Jedi robes. She had rolled up her sleeves to the elbows, exposing her tattoos for the galaxy to see. Her tattoos gave him mixed feelings, and he was sure she felt the same way. The blue light of the holomaps made her look paler than she was, and made her black hair appear sleeker. Her Padawan braid moved from side to side as she spoke, and bounced against her neck whenever she turned her head. When he first met her, he’d thought the little horns crowning her head looked cute, that is until he saw her in the open battlefield for the first time. She had looked every bit the Jedi she was then. Now, in the fluorescent light of the bridge, they looked as sharp as her facial features. She had lost weight since the war started, they all had, but he mourned the loss of her softer face then, when it hadn’t looked tired, restless, on the edge of breaking. The things he would do for her…

“I’m sure Commander Wolffe will agree with me on this one, right, Commander?” Asked the Admiral, bringing his musings to a sudden stop. He must have looked confused then because the man sighed before repeating himself. “Commander Foreas is too valuable to fly fighter escort in the event of a blockade. She should wait until a path has been cleared and she can board a LAAT/i to the planet surface.” 

“Admiral, I am not being overconfident when I say I’m a good pilot,” ground Kriari in between her teeth, “I am not sending entire squadrons to fight a blockade on their own, besides, Wolffe will be in command while I’m flying. The chain of command will remain undisturbed.”

“This is not about the chain of command, Child-”

Wolffe stepped forward at that, but his Commander put a hand up, somehow sensing his annoyance.

“I believe there has been a misunderstanding, Admiral,” she started, voice cool and noncommittal, “Padawan or not, I am in charge of this mission, I am your Commanding Officer and you will address me and respect me as such, or we will be having more than a communication problem.”

Wolffe could not see her eyes, but he was sure they were cutting through Vero Zapal’s soul. He could feel her aura -or was it the Force around her?-, how it interacted with her annoyance, how she made everything feel cold, calculating, professional and dangerous. Kriari Foreas was dangerous, Wolffe had known that, had seen her in action, but it was here and now that he really understood. She could be emotional, but she could also suppress all those emotions and turn into one cold, unfeeling, deadly warrior, and for the first time in his life, Wolffe was scared of her. Her presence had turned from a warm, inviting, comforting one to something he imagined felt a lot like death. It was oppressive, cold, omnipresent and dangerous. It made his skin crawl and the hair on the back of his neck rise. 

As if burnt by his fear, Kriari’s aura receded, the cold around them disappeared, and Admiral Zapal took a deep inhale as if he had been holding his breath, his eyes never leaving Commander Foreas. 

“I hope I made myself clear.” She said finally before leaving the bridge without looking back. 

“Crazy, reckless, prideful little witch.” Muttered the admiral under his breath. 

It took all of Wolffe’s self control not to punch the man on the face. 

“I hope you learn not to test the Commander, Admiral,” said Wolffe as he started for the blast doors after his Commander, “She is not the patient type, and neither am I”.

…

He found her at the dojo, beating the shit out of a sandbag. In hindsight, that should have been warning enough as to what her mood was. But for some reason, logic went out the garbage shoot when it came to her. He wasn’t stupid enough to offer himself as a punchbag, but at least he could talk to her from the sidelines. As he approached her, he realized it might not be such a good idea, not with how she was hitting the sandbag. 

Her face was like one carved out of stone, all sharp edges and unseeing eyes. She was livid, and he had never seen her this angry. He had seen a bit of it the first time Headfirst had tried to challenge her, but it was nothing compared to this. Kriari was a very vocal person, if something annoyed her, saddened her or made her happy, she would let everyone know. He knew this was serious because the only thing that could be heard in the empty dojo was her hitting the sandbag. Fists, elbows, balls of the hands, backs of the hands, shins, any and every extremity hit the bag with more force than it could probably take. It was a fearsome sight. So Wolffe sat on a bench and waited. 

He didn’t know how much time had passed, but she was red in the face and sweating when she finally stopped to catch her breath. She didn’t stop staring at the punchbag in front of her, though, her stance was still flawless and she looked like she was debating between continuing her assault or addressing Wolffe.

“Are you done moping?” He asked finally.

Kriari’s head whipped around to look at him, wild with anger and red from physical exertion. She must have realized she had allowed herself to become too worked up, and that Wolffe’s comment was meant to bring her back to the here and now. She sighed and deflated as the fight abandoned her and she went to sit next to him on the bench. 

“That was unprofessional, forgive me.” She said, resting her elbows on her knees and her face on her hands. “I need to get better at that, otherwise I’m never gonna be knighted.”

He said nothing as he passed her a bottle of water. He didn’t have to, it wasn’t his place. As she had told her before: he wouldn’t understand, he couldn’t. All he could do was have her back and help her pick up the pieces. That and next time someone tried to disrespect her… well, Wolffe might be a Commander, but decking people in the face was not beneath him. 

“You did well up on the bridge,” he reassured. “as long as you vent in a safe environment around people who won’t prey on your vulnerability you’ll be fine, Commander.” 

She sighed before looking at him. It was almost too hard for Wolffe to look her in the eyes, they were so sincere, so full of her, her feelings so very visible on the surface. He felt like he was walking in on something he should never see in such a vulnerable state. He couldn’t stand to see her like that, not her. He refused to see her like that, the thought that something or someone could break her or harm her in that state made him want to protect her more fiercely than ever. Because Kriari Foreas was not a weak person, but she left herself too open and someone needed to guard that opening for her. 

She nodded and sighed before standing up. Kriari took a few seconds to compose herself and when she looked at him the next moment, all of her turmoil seemed to be gone. But Wolffe knew better. 

“Coming, Commander Wolffe?” she asked, looking down at him with a small smile. “We’ve got work to do still.”

He wanted to comfort her, take her hand, pat her shoulder or maybe her cheek, but the moment had passed and it would have been unprofessional. So instead, Wolffe stood up before nodding, giving her one last meaningful look. 

“Right behind you, Commander.”