#it made him doubt his own memories and his history but. as far as we know. its only doubts. sparrow loves normal so much

[kaseyskat]

being both a sparrow apologist and a normal enthusiast is so difficult sometimes I am sitting here imagining them bonding and crying over canon and so few people truly understand me

[sadnymi]

「 ✦ The Alchemy.✦ 」

[Quidditch player Lorenzo Berkshire× famous!reader][ttpdm]

Summary:Lorenzo and Y/N shared a mischievous history during their Hogwarts days, often causing accidents and playing pranks. Years later, they crossed paths again as the most renowned figures in the wizarding world, sparking intriguing developments.

Warnings:fluff, toxic past relationship x smut.

Words:6k.

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The Daily Prophet's Patronus Parchment magazine:

Sparks Fly in Paris? Y/N Y/L/N Dines with Quidditch Star Lorenzo Berkshire!: Hogwarts Reunion or Something More?

Paris, France -Love was in the air in the City of Lights last night! Our very own golden girl, Y/N L/N, was spotted enjoying a cozy dinner with none other than Quidditch heartthrob Lorenzo Berkshire at a quaint Parisian bistro.

Fans were quick to recognize that Y/N and Lorenzo were Hogwarts classmates, though their paths haven't crossed publicly since their school days. But based on the lively conversation and lingering smiles captured by our eagle-eyed correspondent, their Parisian rendezvous seemed far from a casual catch-up.

Y/N, a multi-talented powerhouse, needs no introduction. From captivating social media influencer, fashion icon and model to brilliant researcher and entrepreneur, she's an inspiration to witches and wizards worldwide. The Ministry of Magic even considers her one of the brightest minds in our time! Y/N with no doubt is the it girl of our generation

Lorenzo Berkshire, has stolen hearts on the Quidditch pitch with his dazzling plays and undeniable charm. As a Chaser for the The Montrose Magpies , he's considered one of the most exciting players of his generation. known as the "most lovable boy in the wizarding world," and it seems he might have just charmed his way into our girl Y/N's company.

A Match Made in Magical Heaven? Could this Parisian rendezvous be the start of something more? The thought of these two brilliant minds and captivating personalities joining forces has the magical world abuzz. Imagine the power couple they would be!

Neither Y/N nor Lorenzo have commented on the nature of their meeting. Were they reminiscing about Hogwarts days, or is there a spark of something new brewing? Only time will tell!

One thing's for sure:This unexpected reunion has ignited the flames of curiosity. We'll be keeping our eyes peeled for any further developments!

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when the magazine mentioned a special guest for the next photoshoot, but I wasn't fazed. They usually paired me with actors or other celebrities. Just when the office door swung open, revealing Lorenzo Berkshire himself standing beside the manager. My smile widened involuntarily, mirroring his own surprised delight.

"Y/L/N," he greeted with a charming smile, taking a seat across from me.

"Berkshire," I replied, a wave of nostalgia washing over me. We weren't exactly close in school, but we had a shared history – one I wouldn't soon forget. The memory of him accidentally ruining my dress and land spectacularly on top of me, readily came to mind. And who could forget the time I broke his Quidditch broom before that important match?

"Congratulations," I blurted out, remembering his recent victory. He'd just clinched the European League trophy, the most coveted prize in the magical sporting world, along with the title of Best Player in the League. World Champion and the best of his generation – it was a well-deserved title.

"Thanks," he smile, "and congratulations on… everything, honestly. Is there anything you can't do?"

My laugh echoed through the room."Probably stopping you from ruining my Yule Ball dress and dance," I teased.

"Ouch, low blow," he chuckled.

Our manager chimed in then, "Since you two already know each other, and are practically the biggest names in the wizarding world right now, we thought it would be perfect to have you do a double photoshoot together!"

Lorenzo and I exchanged glances, then simultaneously nodded. "Sure, no problem with me," I said.

"Me too, I'd actually really love that," he added, his voice surprisingly husky. I felt a blush creep up my cheeks as I stole another glance at him.

"Great! I'll iron out the details with your managers," she beamed, launching into a flurry of logistical planning. My attention, however, had become somewhat… divided. I found myself stealing glances at Lorenzo, a goofy grin plastered on my face. There was something about seeing him after all this time that made my heart skip a beat. Every time I caught his eye, he'd smile back.

As the meeting wrapped up, Lorenzo held the door open for me with a gentlemanly gesture. "Thanks," I smiled, a warmth spreading through me.

"Do you have anything to do now?" he asked.

I shook my head, a smile tugging at my lips. "Not really. I have the day off."

"Great, so can I get you a coffee?" His suggestion was simple, yet the way he asked, made my heart skip a beat.

"Yes, sure," I agreed readily.

Paris, with its timeless charm, never failed to enchant me. Yet, on this particular day, the city's magic paled in comparison to the warmth radiating from Lorenzo. He led me into a quaint little coffee shop, a hidden gem tucked away from the bustling crowds. The cozy atmosphere instantly calmed my nerves.

Fame – a double-edged sword. Places like this were a luxury sometimes.

Sipping on our steaming hot chocolates, we fell into conversation easily. I congratulated him on his recent victory, the European League trophy a much-deserved achievement.

"Being on the best team now, that's huge," I said, genuinely impressed. "I mean what I want to say is you really did it, Lorenzo." The pride in my voice surprised even me.

He met my gaze for a moment, his smile softening. "You too," he replied. "I might tease my teammates about knowing you from school, but honestly?"

"No way" i smiled.

He chuckled. "Almost half of them follow your Instagram like lovesick teenagers."

I couldn't help but laugh. "Seriously?"

"Absolutely. You're kind of a big deal, Y/N."

"Well, you're not doing so bad yourself, Mr. Champion," I countered, playfully returning the compliment. "you're quite the charmer yourself, Half the girls I work with seem to have graced the arms of a Quidditch star at some point you have a thing for models?”

His hand reaching up to brush something off my cheek. My heart skipped a beat as his fingers grazed my skin. "Just a little something..."

He held up a chocolate smudge from my hot chocolate. Relief washed over me, quickly replaced by a warmth that spread through my cheeks.

"Just a coincidence," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice.

"We call that a 'type,'" I teased, trying to mask my fluster.

He chuckled again. "What about that actor? What was his name… Aaron?"

My smile faltered slightly. "Antonio," I corrected, a touch of bitterness creeping into my voice.

Lorenzo seemed to pick up on the shift. "Right," he said, his gaze searching mine. "He was a jerk, by the way. His movies sucks. Glad you broke up with him. You were way out of his league."

His words warmed me more than the hot chocolate. There was something about Lorenzo, something genuine and kind, that made my heart flutter in a way it never had before.

"Yeah, he was," I admitted, a genuine smile returning to my face. "Tell him that," I added playfully, "because he cheated."

Lorenzo's smile dropped. "I'm so sorry," he said, his voice sincere. "That's messed up."

"It's okay, truly," I reassured him. "I'm way over it."

The conversation flowed effortlessly from there. We reminisced about Hogwarts, teased each other about past crushes, and shared stories from our careers. Time seemed to slip away unnoticed, the afternoon sun dipping below the horizon painting the sky in hues of orange and pink.

"Let me drive you back to your hotel," Lorenzo offered, his voice gentle. The warmth in his eyes sent a familiar flutter through my chest.

The ride back was filled with laughter and easy conversation.By the time we reached my hotel, a pang of disappointment settled in my stomach.

"So," Lorenzo began, his voice hesitant as he stopped the car, "I really enjoyed today. I'm glad I met you again, Y/N."

My gaze met his, and the intensity in his eyes sent a shiver down my spine, and the playful banter of the day took a more serious turn. Looking up at him, my heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my ribs. A feeling bloomed within me – a warmth unlike anything I'd ever known.

"Me too," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath.

"I didn't want this to end here," he murmured.

My heart soared. The butterflies returned, a swarm of them taking flight in my stomach. "Me neither," I confessed, mirroring his sentiment.

A slow smile spread across his face. "Can I take you to dinner tomorrow?" he asked, his voice husky with unspoken emotions.

The world seemed to shrink to just the two of us. A wide smile bloomed on my face. "Yes," I breathed, "I'd love that."

My smile stretched wider. For the first time in a long time, I felt a genuine connection, a spark of something real.

Tipping my toes up, I leaned in and brushed a soft kiss against his cheek. His breath hitched, and a flicker of surprise crossed his features before melting into a smile.

With a final lingering look, I stepped into the elevator, As the doors closed, I couldn't help but lean back against the cool metal.

Lorenzo Berkshire. On a date. With me. The little girl inside me would have laughed hysterically at the very notion back in school.

Today, however, was anything but a joke. Today was perfect. From the fancy Parisian restaurant with its impeccable service and breathtaking view, to Lorenzo himself, with his easy charm and genuine conversation, it was a fairytale come true. By the end of the night, I couldn't deny the giddy, lovestruck teenager bubbling beneath the surface.

As we exited the restaurant, paparazzi swarmed, cameras flashing like angry fireflies. We were caught in HD.

"I really liked you back at school, you know?" he confessed as we finally reached his car, the Eiffel Tower shimmering majestically in the distance. I perched myself leaned against his luxury .

"Wait, really?" Surprise mingled with a secret delight I hadn't allowed myself to acknowledge before.

"Really," he chuckled. "Though I wouldn't say I didn't mind ruining your Yule Ball dress a little."

My jaw dropped, then a laugh erupted from my lips. "So that wasn't an accident?"

"Maybe not entirely," he admitted with a sheepish grin. "Needed a reason to talk to you and stop you from dancing with that stupid boy. Besides you were always surrounded by your girls."

A blush crept up my cheeks. "I did that on purpose too being angry and act like running the dress was a big deal ," I confessed. "So you'd notice me." Schoolyard tactics, but it seemed they had worked.

The revelation hung between us for a moment, a shared secret from our past. Then, Lorenzo leaned down, his lips brushing my ear. "Well, it worked. And you, Y/N, have become even more beautiful than I ever remembered." His voice was a husky whisper, sending a rush of heat through me.”

His breath sent shivers down my spine. Before I could respond, he cupped my face in his hands and kissed me. It was a soft, hesitant touch at first, then deepened, his lips moving perfectly with mine. The world melted away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the intoxicating feeling of him.

He finally pulled away, his eyes searching mine. My heart hammered against my ribs, my breath coming in shallow gasps.

We reached my hotel in a comfortable silence, the kiss hanging heavy in the air. Stepping out of the car, I hesitated, looking up at him.

"Do you want to come in?" The words tumbled out before I could stop them, an entirely unexpected invitation.

The moment we got into the room and the door closed, we jumped into each other, he kissed me again, pushing me up against the wall. My hands found their way to his chest, feeling the heat of his body through his shirt. His lips were soft, yet insistent, and I moaned into the kiss.

My dress rode up as he lifted me, his hands gripping my bare legs. I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his hardness pressing against me, and I rocked my hips, desperate for more.

He pushed my dress up, his fingers tracing a path up my bare legs. I shivered as he reached my thighs, his fingers teasing the edge of my lace panties.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his fingers tracing the outline of my pussy through the fabric. "I can't wait to taste you."

His lips trailing down my neck. I tilted my head back, giving him better access. His stubble scratching against my skin, sending shivers down my spine. He pulled my dress over my head, leaving me standing in nothing but my matching lacy black bra and panties.

Lorenzo looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen, and it made me feel powerful.

I reached for his shirt, undoing the buttons slowly. I wanted to savor every moment of this, to remember every touch and every kiss.

Lorenzo helped me, shrugging out of his shirt and tossing it aside, I ran my hands over his chest, feeling the muscles ripple under my fingertips.

"Fuck, you're beautiful," he whispered, his lips finding mine again.

I moaned as he kissed me, my hands exploring his body. I could feel his hard length pressing against me, and I knew that I needed him inside of me.

"Let me show you how good I can make you feel baby."

He picked me up again, carrying me to the bed. He laid me down gently, his body covering mine. I could feel his hardness pressing against my core, and I rocked my hips, desperate for friction.

He kissed me again, his tongue exploring my mouth. I met his tongue with mine, our kiss growing more passionate.

"I want to leave marks all over your body. Can you handle it?" I nodded in response and pulled him to another kiss.

He trailed his lips down my body, his hands cupping my breasts.

"I've been thinking about this all day.“ He squeezed them gently, his thumbs brushing over my nipples. I arched my back, pressing my breasts into his hands.

He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting gently. I arched my back, moaning with pleasure. He moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. I cried out, my fingers digging into his shoulders.

“I want to taste every inch of you. Spread your legs wider for me." He moved down my body, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

He hooked his fingers into my panties, I nodded, he pulled them down slowly. I lifted my hips, helping him, exposing my wetness. He kissed my inner thighs, teasing me, working his way up to my core.

He ran his tongue along my slit, making me gasp. He teased my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth. I moaned, my hips bucking up I moaned loudly, grabbing onto the sheets.

"Don't stop, please Enzo fuck, you're so good at this," I begged.

He slipped a finger inside me, curling it up to hit my G-spot,and I exploded. I screamed his name, my orgasm washing over me.

He didn't stop, continuing to lick and suck on my clit. He added another finger, fucking me with his fingers. His tongue still teasing my clit. I could feel my orgasm building again, my body tensing up. He increased his pace, fucking me harder. I cried out, and came again, my body shaking.

He kissed his way back up my body, his lips meeting mine. I could taste myself on his lips, and it only made me want him more. He reached for his pants, pulling out a condom. I watched as he rolled it on, my body thrumming with anticipation.

He positioned himself at my entrance, his tip teasing me.

"Do you want me to fuck you?" He whispered in my ear, his voice husky with desire. I nodded, unable to speak.He thrust into me, filling me completely. I cried out, my nails digging into his back.

He started fucking me, hard and fast. I met him thrust for thrust, our bodies slapping together. He pounded into me, and I could feel another orgasm building up.

"Fuck, you feel good," he moaned, his lips finding my neck.

He sucked on my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. I moaned as he bit down, my orgasm building again.

"please Enzo," I begged, my nails digging into his back.

“ please what baby?” Lorenzo picked up the pace, his hips slamming against mine. I could feel the orgasm building, my muscles tensing.

"You're so tight around me. Do you like it when I fill you up like this?" He say , and I kept nodding at him he pushed my tears away and put kisses in there places.

He reached down, rubbing my clit. I came again, my walls clenching around his cock, and I could feel him getting closer to his release.

I screamed as I came, my body shaking with the force of the orgasm.

He thrust a few more times, and then he stilled. I could feel him cumming inside me, and I moaned. He collapsed on top of me, both of us panting heavily.

He rolled off me, and I snuggled up next to him. We lay there, our bodies entwined, as we caught our breath. I couldn't believe what had just happened. It was the hottest sex I had ever had.

“Forget about the European league, this is the best night of my fucking life,” he said, a satisfied grin on his face.

I huckled softly, resting my head on his chest while playing with his hand. “Me too,” I whispered, feeling a rush of warmth and affection for him.

He turned to me, his gaze softening as he took my hand in his and brought it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on my palm. “I don’t want it to be just a one-night thing,” he confessed, his eyes searching mine for a reaction.

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I had to admit, the connection we shared tonight felt deeper than just physical attraction. I traced circles on his chest with my finger, pondering his statement.

"I don't want that either," I admitted, feeling a sense of vulnerability and honesty between us.

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The Daily Prophet's Patronus Parchment magazine:

Love in the Air: Y/N Y/L/N and Lorenzo Berkshire Spark Dating Rumors (Again!)

The rumor mill is churning once more, thanks to the undeniable chemistry between Y/N Y/L/N and Quidditch superstar Lorenzo Berkshire.

Holding Hands in London. Sharp-eyed fans spotted the pair strolling hand-in-hand through the charming streets of London. This heartwarming sight comes after their Parisian rendezvous last month and now-famous photoshoot, fueled further speculation of a blossoming romance.

Despite the growing buzz, Y/N and Lorenzo remain tight-lipped. Neither has officially confirmed their relationship status, leaving fans to decipher the undeniable sparks flying between them.

A Match Made in Magical Heaven? The pairing has the entire magical world swooning. Y/N, the multifaceted influencer, model, and researcher, and Lorenzo, the charming and talented Quidditch champion – they're a dream couple on paper and even more captivating in reality.

Is it Real? The lingering question remains. Is this a whirlwind summer fling, or the start of something truly special? Only time will tell. One thing's for sure: we'll be keeping a close eye on these two lovebirds!

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Lorenzo sprawled on the couch, a defeated sigh escaping his lips as he surveyed the culinary disaster in the center of the coffee table. What started out as a valiant attempt at a romantic home-cooked dinner had morphed into something resembling a misshapen, charcoal-tinged UFO.

"Don't worry about it," I chirped, trying to sound more confident than I felt. "Those YouTube tutorials made it look so easy!" Maybe a dash of optimism would salvage the situation.

Lorenzo took a valiant bite, his face contorting into a grimace he tried his best to disguise. "It's...interesting," he managed, his voice thick with forced cheer. Bless him, he was trying so hard.

I snatched the offending slice from his hand before he could ingest another questionable morsel. "You're adorable, but food poisoning is not on the menu tonight." A laugh bubbled out of me, the tension easing.

He pulled me in for a kiss, flour smudging his cheek. I couldn't help but giggle as I retaliated, dusting a heart and smiley face onto his face with the rogue flour.

grabbed another wad of dough and shaped it into a heart, a playful smile adorning its surface. Flour dusted his face as I added finishing touches, my smile widening at his sheepish grin.

"Aww, look at you," I teased, pulling out my phone to capture the moment. A picture of the unknown -shaped pizza and Lorenzo, flour-dusted and grinning, filled the screen.

My finger hovered over the 'post' button. Suddenly, a wave of uncertainty washed over me. Was it too soon? Too public?

"Hey," Lorenzo murmured, his voice soft as he tilted my chin up. "What's wrong?" His gaze followed mine to the phone screen.

"I was just...thinking," I admitted.

"About posting it?" A smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Is it weird?"

He shook his head, his smile widening. "Absolutely not. Post it. Put a million red hearts on it, let the world know you have a boyfriend."

The playful jab sent a blush creeping up my cheeks. "Boyfriend, huh?" I teased, a shy smile gracing my lips.

He leaned in, his eyes holding mine. "I'm whatever you want me to be, Y/N. Just know that I'm serious about you."

My heart did a little flip-flop in my chest. "Me too," I whispered, the words tumbling out before I could stop them.

With newfound confidence, I hit 'post,' adding a caption: > Dinner may not have gone according to plan, but the company is definitely five stars! ❤️❤️❤️.

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The Daily Prophet's Patronus Parchment magazine:

Antonio Garcia's Latest Film Flops: Karma's a Witch, or Just Bad Scripting?

Box Office Blues: Antonio Garcia's highly anticipated film, "Galactic Guardians," has crash-landed at the box office, leaving critics and audiences equally unimpressed. The film, touted as a summer blockbuster, has garnered a mountain of negative reviews, with many citing a weak plot and forgettable characters.

Worse Reviews Than Revenue: The critical drubbing is compounded by the film's dismal financial performance. "Galactic Guardians" struggles to pull in viewers, with its earnings barely covering its production budget. This financial flop marks a significant setback for Garcia, who previously enjoyed a string of successful films.

Karma's Calling? The timing of this double whammy couldn't be more curious, especially considering Garcia's personal life. News of his messy breakup with Y/N Y/L/N, the wildly popular model and influencer, dominated headlines last year. Rumors of infidelity swirled around Garcia, rumors he never fully addressed. Many fans are quick to draw a line between his alleged infidelity and the film's disastrous performance, whispering of a touch of karmic justice.

Coincidence or Consequence? Whether this is a case of bad scriptwriting or cosmic payback remains to be seen. One thing is certain: Antonio Garcia's career has hit a major snag. Can he bounce back from this double blow? Only time will tell, but one thing's for sure – Y/N seems to be doing just fine. In fact, she's recently been spotted with Quidditch champion Lorenzo Berkshire, and the pair seem to be radiating pure happiness. Looks like karma might have a sweeter side.

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Lorenzo dimmed the living room lights, the soft glow of the TV casting flickering shadows on the walls. We were sprawled on the couch, a mountain of popcorn between us, halfway through a cheesy rom-com that neither of us were taking very seriously.

Suddenly, I hit pause, the silence thick after the movie's soundtrack abruptly cut off. Lorenzo looked at me, a questioning eyebrow raised.

"Hey," I said, taking a deep breath. "Can I tell you something?"

He scooted closer, concern etched on his face. "Of course, Y/N. What's wrong?"

The words tumbled out, a jumbled mess of emotions. I told him about Antonio, about how young and naive I was back then, how he used me for everything I had to offer: my fame, my connections, everything but me. I confessed to feeling unloved, unseen, a trophy on his arm rather than a real person. And then, the final blow – the cheating rumors that turned out to be all too true.

"You were so young," he murmured, his voice filled with empathy. "He didn't deserve you, Y/N. Not even close."

His words were like a balm to my soul, the anger and hurt momentarily soothed. He pulled me closer, and I rested my head on his shoulder, the familiar scent of his cologne grounding me.

"You know what the best part about all this is?" I whispered, my voice thick with emotion.

He shook his head, his arms tightening around me.

"The best part is you," I confessed, looking up into his eyes. "You are the best thing that's ever happened to me, Lorenzo. You make me feel seen, valued, loved – everything I never felt with him."

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips, his eyes filled with an emotion I couldn't decipher. Then, he leaned down, his lips brushing softly against my ear, "I love you," he murmured.

The words hung in the air, heavy and unexpected. My breath hitched, surprise flickering across my face. Love? Here, now, with Lorenzo? It felt like a beautiful dream, too perfect to be real.

"Enzo…" I stammered, completely thrown off guard.

He cupped my face in his hands, his thumbs gently brushing away stray tears. "Don't say anything," he pleaded, his eyes searching mine. "Just know that I do. I have for a while now."

Taking a deep breath, I met his gaze, my voice trembling slightly. "I… I love you too, Enzo."

A wide smile bloomed on his face, a smile that mirrored the warmth blossoming in my chest. The cheesy rom-com on the screen suddenly seemed unimportant.

One night, while he was staying over at my apartment, we found ourselves in a candid conversation.

I admitted that the first orgasm I had ever experienced was with him, after our first date. The confession seemed to shock him. After all, I had dated Antonio for three long years, so it was a significant revelation for both of us.

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The Daily Prophet's Patronus Parchment magazine:

Antonio Garcia's Sour Grapes: Y/N Y/L/N Responds with Class

A Case of Ex-xcuses? In a recent interview promoting his (commercially challenged) new film, Antonio Garcia took a not-so-subtle jab at his ex-girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N. When asked about his ideal partner, Garcia launched into a rambling diatribe about needing someone "grounded" and "focused," seemingly throwing shade at Y/N's multifaceted career as a model, influencer, researcher, and all-around powerhouse. Sources close to the actor claim he's been making negative comments about her to anyone who will listen. Considering their public breakup last year, fueled by rumors of Antonio's infidelity (which he never fully denied), this behavior comes as no surprise.

Lorenzo Berkshire Sings Y/N's Praises: When asked about Y/N during a recent interview, Lorenzo's face lit up with a genuine smile. " She's the kind of person who makes everyone around her better." His words paint a picture of a strong, supportive woman – the complete opposite of the image Antonio is trying to portray.

Fans Rally Behind Y/N: Needless to say, the internet erupted in support of Y/N. Fans flooded her comments with messages of empowerment and praise, applauding her success and her dignified response. Many pointed out that while Antonio struggles with box office flops, Y/N continues to excel in every aspect of her life.

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Today was the day. The Montrose Magpies, Lorenzo's team, were facing off against their fiercest rivals, Puddlemere United. It was always a tense match, but this year, the stakes felt even higher. The crowd crackled with energy, a mix of nervous anticipation and Magpies pride.

I knew Lorenzo would be incredible. He exuded a quiet confidence that was contagious. Before he stepped onto the field, I leaned in and kissed him softly. "Good luck," I whispered, my voice barely above a murmur. He smiled, a hint of nerves flickering in his usually calm eyes.

"I don't need luck with you cheering me on," he replied, squeezing my hand before disappearing into the tunnel.

The match was a whirlwind. Both teams played with an intensity that bordered on aggression. Cheering and groans filled the stadium as players soared and cursed, the Quaffle whizzing through the air at lightning speed. Penalties were called, tempers flared, and the score remained stubbornly tied.

Just when it seemed like the game might go into overtime, Lorenzo pulled off a move that defied gravity. He weaved through a sea of Puddlemere Chasers with the grace of a dancer, dodging Bludgers left and right. Finally, with a powerful flick of his wrist, the Quaffle soared through the goalposts.

The crowd erupted in a frenzy. Fans screamed, flags waved, and the stadium pulsed with pure joy. The Magpies had won! Lorenzo, the hero of the day, was hoisted onto his teammates' shoulders, the golden trophy gleaming in the afternoon sun.

He spotted me in the VIP section and winked, a playful glint in his eyes. As the celebrations on the pitch unfolded, Lorenzo made his way over, a wide grin plastered on his face. He scooped me up in a hug, the trophy still clutched in his hand, and planted a celebratory kiss on my lips. The taste of victory and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down my spine.

Moments later, I received a text from Lorenzo. Just two words: "Come over, baby." My heart skipped a beat. It wasn't unusual for us to meet up later, but the changing room? That felt… different. A knot of worry formed in my stomach. Was everything okay? Had he gotten injured?

With a mixture of apprehension and excitement, I excused myself and headed for the changing room . My mind raced with possibilities as I knocked on the door, a nervous flutter in my chest. The door creaked open, revealing Lorenzo, his hair damp from the shower.

Before I could question the unorthodox location, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close. "There you are," he whispered, his voice husky with something that wasn't just exertion.

fingers tangling in my hair as he deepened the kiss. I could feel his desire, hard against my thigh, and I couldn't help but respond. My own hands found their way to his shoulders, then up to tangle in his damp hair.

"Lorenzo," I murmured, breaking the kiss for a moment. "What about your teammates?"

He smiled, a wicked glint in his eye. "They all left. It's just you and me here, babe."

My heart skipped a beat at his words. I had never been with him in such a public place before, and the thrill of the possibility was intoxicating. Before I could protest, his lips were on mine once more, his hands working their way under my shirt, caressing my skin.

I moaned softly as his fingers found my nipples, teasing them to hard points through the lace of my bra. His other hand was busy undoing my jeans, pulling them down just enough to free me from the constraints of my underwear. I could feel the cool metal of the locker against my back as he pressed me against it, his hips grinding against mine.

His mouth moved from my lips, down my neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin. I gasped as his teeth grazed my ear, his hot breath sending shivers down my spine. "You like that?" he murmured, his voice low and husky.

I could only nod, my breath coming in short, desperate gasps. His fingers continued to tease my nipples, his thumb brushing against them in slow circles. I could feel the heat building between my legs, my body aching for him.

My breath hitched, and I nodded, my hands gripping his shoulders. "Yes, Enzo, don't stop."

He didn't need any further encouragement. His fingers left my nipples, tracing a path down my stomach, then lower still. I gasped as he found my clit, his fingers circling it in slow, teasing movements.

"You're dripping wet for me," he murmured, his voice full of satisfaction “You're my favorite addiction. I can't get enough of you."

His fingers slid lower, parting my folds, then entering me in one swift movement. I cried out, my back arching off the locker as he began to thrust them in and out, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

"Yes, just like that," I I moaned, my hips bucking against his hand.

He continued to fuck me with his fingers, his thumb still teasing my clit. I could feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, my body tensing with each thrust.

"The way you look at me when I touch you drives me wild. Keep those eyes on me,"

His words sent me over the edge. I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I could feel myself clenching around his fingers, my body shaking with the force of my release.

Lorenzo didn't give me a chance to catch my breath. He pulled his fingers out of me, his lips curling into a wicked smile as he brought them to his mouth, tasting my release.

“ I love how you moan when I do this. You're mine, all mine." he murmured.

Before I could recover, he was pushing me back against the locker, his hips grinding against mine. I could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressed against my entrance.

"Do you want me to take you right here, right now?"he asked, his voice low and husky.

I could only nod, my breath coming in short gasps. I was more than ready. I needed him inside me, filling me up, claiming me as his own.

He didn't make me wait any longer. With one swift thrust, he was inside me, his cock filling me up completely. I cried out, my back arching off the locker as he began to thrust in and out, each movement sending waves of pleasure crashing through me.

I could feel myself growing closer and closer to another orgasm, my body tensing with each thrust.

He didn't hold back. His thrusts grew harder, faster, his cock hitting that spot inside me that drove me wild. I could feel myself teetering on the edge, my body begging for release.

“I want you to say my name when you come. Let me hear how good I make you feel."

I cried out, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I could feel myself clenching around his cock, my body shaking with the force of my release.

Lorenzo followed me over the edge, his own orgasm ripping through him. I could feel him pulse inside me, filling me up with his release.

He collapsed against me, his breathing ragged. I could feel his heart racing, matching my own.

His lips finding mine once more.

My body still trembling with the aftershocks of my orgasm. I had never experienced anything like that before, and I knew that I would never forget it.

"I never knew public places could be this thrilling," I whispered, still caught in the haze of pleasure.

Lorenzo smiled, his eyes full of affection. "Don’t worry I have a lot of in my mind for you " he promised, his lips claiming mine in another searing kiss.

𓍯𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓂃𓍯

[tapioca-puddingg]

Why GoWR Valhalla Is Important

Hey. It's me again. This time I'm not yelling about Kingdom Hearts or Drakengard, but I wanted to talk about God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla today and why I think it's important in trauma-centered narratives. This isn't a detailed analysis, just me spitballing.

SPOILER WARNING: There will be spoilers for God of War Ragnarök: Valhalla, so please proceed with caution!

EDITED: 2/26/24

As a brief summary, Kratos spent almost the entirety of GoW 2018 refusing to talk about his past. His guilt, shame, and trauma deeply affected his relationship with his son, to the point where he didn't want to be around Atreus bc he was terrified of being a bad influence on him. It was only when Atreus' life was in danger did it force him to finally admit just a sliver of the truth. Now I don't mean to say that Kratos revealing his godhood wasn't a big deal because it absolutely was, I'm just saying that it's just one piece of a MUCH bigger story. Anyway, he recognized his past mistakes, but the shame was too much for him to openly acknowledge it until damn near the end of the game.

Come Ragnarök, Kratos was pretty much an open book. He had grown SO much in those short years of fimbulwinter: He openly talked about his trauma to Mimir and Freya. He worked so hard to be a good father and a good support system to his friends. He went out of his way to make amends with Freya and restore their friendship. And he fought to restore peace to the Nine Realms.

But come Valhalla, Freya wants to recruit Kratos to be the new God of War of the nine realms, or at least to be a part of the new peacekeeping council that she's putting together. Kratos is extremely hesitant to take up the mantle. He doesn't feel worthy or deserving enough to hold this position given all that he's done. He and Mimir (and later on, Tyr) are constantly going back and forth about it. Both perspectives are completely valid. Valhalla is about Kratos facing his past in a more literal sense; parts of Greece have been manifested from Kratos' memories of it, so it's like he gets to be there in real time again. This is about helping him process what happened and to add some nuance to the conversation. It's like free therapy for Kratos.

It's funny too bc you have both opposing viewpoints being represented. On one hand, you have Mimir and Tyr being the supporting/validating voice, and Helios is the contrarian. Since he's a manifestation of Kratos' memories, he represents the doubts that Kratos has about himself. The harsh voice to show how hard he is on himself, and not without good reason.

The reason why I think Valhalla is so important is bc in media, survivor narratives are often linear. The character just "gets over" their trauma and then that trauma isn't addressed again. It's presented more as a hurdle than a lifelong battle. I guess this goes to show how misunderstood survivorhood is. But that isn't how healing works. We regress sometimes, and sometimes we still mull over the things that have happened to us. We might heal, but that trauma does leave emotional scars. So even after the many leaps and bounds Kratos has made, he's not "over" his past, far from it! It still haunts him every day and every night. Valhalla is Kratos still processing everything. From my own healing journey, I've learned that it takes a long, long time to fully process your trauma, if there even is a "fully", anyway. It takes a long time to learn and understand all the complexities and how it affects you in current day. And it takes even longer to process such a complicated history like Kratos'.

Generally speaking about the idea of processing trauma, I said earlier that survivorhood is extremely misunderstood by the masses. Imo, our society is very anti-victim/anti-survivor. So with that in mind, from the perspective of the audience, some might perceive the processing trauma bit as repetitive or "milking it". These are mediums of entertainment after all, so ofc I understand wanting to put out an engaging story where the audience doesn't lose interest. But screw those ppl lol. We have to understand why we do what we do if we want to do better, and it's amazing that a video game is willing to have these conversations. Being more open about all the nuances of processing trauma, grief, healing, etc will go such a long way.

Even the roguelite gameplay style perfectly reflects this theme. Processing this stuff is slow. It doesn't happen overnight. Unless you're in Valhalla, I suppose.

Okay I said this wasn't a detailed analysis but I lied. I'm a liar now

[furbywrites]

I'd Never Let You Go Pt. 1

So, this is my first fanfic. It's pretty rough. Constructive criticism welcome :)

Ao3

At the sudden reappearance of Joel and Ellie in Jackson, a lonely resident becomes enamored with the stoic man. Lacking social skills, they look from afar, thinking themself subtle in their admiration. Unbeknownst to them, Joel has also been admiring from afar, feeling just as incapable of forming any new emotional connection, but drawn to them regardless.

There were new arrivals in Jackson. Not entirely unusual; it was more so their initial dramatic entrance that caught my attention. They came, they left, and now they were back again. Normally I wouldn’t pay much attention, except for the fact that they seemed like such a mismatched pair. A younger girl and an old man, not father and daughter like I, and most others had assumed.

She was energetic, extroverted, and although hesitant at first, settled in nicely. The man was another story entirely. He kept to himself, made little conversation with anyone other than the girl, and Tommy of course. Estranged brothers from what I had gathered. I didn’t know Tommy well enough to delve into his family history. We spoke in passing, and even then very little.��

I wasn’t known for being talkative. This life has taught me that being quiet and keeping your head down helped things go smoothly. I’d been in Jackson for one year, and had no friends to speak of. Secluding myself was far too easy, especially in a world like this. Maybe that’s why I found myself so interested in him. We seemed so alike, but so different at the same time. Where he commanded respect with his presence alone, I blended into the scenery like a shadow.

I sat in the mess hall, attempting to discreetly take a peek from under my lashes. Joel Miller. He was scowling at his plate of food, until the girl, Ellie, read something from a book gripped in her hand. It was a subtle but noticeable uptick of his mouth, his guard coming down momentarily as he huffed a laugh with a shake of his head. It was these moments, a glimpse at the man beneath the mask, that continuously peaked my interest.

I gathered from the current town gossip that they had been through hell and back together. They must have an unbreakable bond if so. I felt almost envious of their relationship. No, not almost, I was.  

Joel was big, strong, and capable. Everything the people I survived with prior to Jackson hadn’t been. They had felt like a weight I carried on my shoulders, dragging me down, until eventually I had left to be on my own. I wish I could say it was easier. Some spiteful part of me wanted life to be easier without them, but going solo was far worse.

I was on death's door when a patrol group from Jackson had found me. The tips of my fingers frostbitten, feet numb and burning, stomach empty. I was dying. The worst part is, I could have gone back to my old group, they no doubt would have accepted me with open arms. But god, I was so humiliated at my own failure. I felt death was better than facing them again.

My eyes stung with oncoming tears at the memory, embarrassment heating my cheeks. The food before me suddenly looked less appealing, but I continued to eat it anyway. I looked once more towards Joel, glancing away hastily when we made eye contact. Not so subtle I guess.

His stare felt like it was burning me, somehow making the blush on my cheeks glow brighter all of his own accord. I took another glance, like gazing at him alone was somehow addictive. Taking in his uneven scruff, graying hair, soft brown eyes. One more look before I go. 

His gaze was unwavering. I could feel my heart pitter patter in my chest, the blush spreading to my ears. I stood quickly, in such a rush to leave the suddenly claustrophobic room. I left my food on the table and hurried out the door of the mess hall.

How humiliating. I can’t even make eye contact with him. A foolish fascination, a childish crush, turning me into a blubbering mess. I continued onwards, the crunch of dirt under my boots a welcome distraction, until the sound of another pair fast approaching became apparent.

“'scuse me.” 

My eyes widened, feeling as though they might pop out of my head and roll away. Much like I wished I could drop to the ground and roll away from this current situation. 

Joel had followed me.

I swallowed thickly, kept my head down and continued walking. I could hear him grunt in annoyance as he quickened his steps to catch up with me. Now walking side by side, I dared to look in his direction. “Would ya’ slow down for a minute?” he asked gruffly, brows furrowed heavily. 

Any normal person might. I am not normal. Most attempts at conversation by an average resident of Jackson caused anxiety to course through my body as though one of the infected were in front of me. With Joel? It was like my brain had turned off completely. 

I hastened my steps, turned my head to stare directly at the ground, watching my boots kick up dirt. I wasn’t even sure which direction I was walking in anymore. I just knew staying near him was a bad idea. I would say something stupid, or god forbid do something stupid.

I could hear him release a deep sigh, but he continued to walk with me. "You're real quiet, ya' know that?" he huffed, sounding almost annoyed. I frowned but said nothing. "Jus' wanna talk is all. Ya' don't gotta run from me."

[twinkleallnight]

Book: TRR AU/ Once upon a time prequel

Belongs to my series: Estranged

Pairings:Liam x Savannah 

Word count:1367

Disclaimer: All characters belong to pixelberry. 

Rating: Mature

Warning: none

A/N: The @kingliamappreciationweek (day 1 ) was an excellent excuse to revisit my very old WIPs. Thank you @lizzybeth1986 for brainstorming the title for this fic that hopefully will be a mini series.

Prompt: That's how the story goes @choicesflashfics and flower, sunrise @aprilchallenge by @peonierose for @choicesmonthlychallenge

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The island of Corsica, 

Mediterranean sea, 

France. 

The first rays of the rising sun kissed the peak of Monte Cinto igniting the deep red of the granite and then bowed at its foothills before bathing the valley of Lozzi. With the thick backdrop of chestnut forests and the evergreen sheet of the shrubs, the village of Lozzi brightened to its glory. The fragrance of the flowers of the Maquis carried far out across the land as life stirred awake on the “Scented Isle.” 

Savannah was already up on her toes, hastening through her morning chores before she reached her workplace. 

It had been a couple of years since she left Cordonia and had made her little abode on this island. She had no regrets, no complaints. With her qualifications she was able to pick up a job that helped her manage her expenses in Corsica. Moreover, she was grateful for having a reason to live. A reason to look at the world through the innocent blue eyes of her little munchkin. She thanked the Almighty in her prayers and then got ready for the day. 

After a couple of hours, she walked down a curved path to a cream building that had a dull blue board with a large print of 'Middle school of Moltifao'. This was where she had found her happiness. She was re- living her childhood teaching history lessons to some ten year olds here. She entered a modest room decorated with hand made amateur charts. 

Twenty one curious little minds were eagerly waiting in that room for an interesting story from their teacher, whom they adored. They were all delighted to see her and so was she.

Except, the topic for the day was a bit difficult for her to deal with. It was going to bring back memories of her 'Prince Charming' and so much more. But, 'the show must go on' she thought and began…

"We discussed Vatican City last time. Today let's talk about Cordonia. Can anyone tell me what's common between these two countries of Europe?" She made their little minds work. 

The plump girl on the first desk shot her hand high in the air. Savannah smiled at the Hermione of her class. 

"Yes, Susan, tell me." 

" They are both absolute monarchies." She beamed proudly. 

"You are right." 

Rio, who always had doubts about anything and everything, interjected, "But why? I understood the reasons for Vatican City in the last class Ms Walker. Why is Cordonia ruled by a king when the rest of the countries in Europe have elected governments?"

"Good question, Rio. Cordonia had its own struggle too. There was a period of unrest when a group of people revolted and did not want the royals. But everything changed when King Liam took over the reins." 

She felt the blush rising to her cheeks. She was irritated, realizing what effect his name had on her even after all these years. 

She covered up her nervousness and shifted her gaze from Rio to the rest of the class. "Anyone know about him and how he brought about the change?" 

Susan again stretched her hand high, but so did Sana, the quietest of them all. Savannah smiled at Susan in an understanding and then asked Sana to speak. "He is King Liam, the wise. He is very kind, cares for his people and loves them." 

"Very good, Sana!" She encouraged her.

Sana coyly looked at her classmates and when she saw everyone smiling, she continued, "King Liam belongs to the Rhys dynasty. Ever since his coronation he has helped his people. He relaxed many rules to ease out the life of common people. Unlike other nobles he gels with commoners and is comfortable with us." 

The last word sent Savannah's mind on a spin. 'She said 'us'. What does she mean by 'us'? Is she from Cordonia? What are the odds? Will my secret be revealed?' her thoughts were racing yet she maintained her poise and politely asked, "That's very nice,Sana. How do you know these details?" 

"My aunt lives in Cordonia. They have apple orchards there. Aunt Cher told me there was an attack once by bad people and all their orchards were destroyed. She says King Liam waived off the taxes and came down himself to work with farmers.  That's how the story goes." Sana concluded. 

Savannah would have been lost in her thoughts, of her time with him around the apple trees, had Nader not raised a question, "Did he fight the bad people?" 

Sana shrugged her shoulders and looked at her teacher for an answer. 

Savannah composed herself again, "Not exactly, Nader. The attacks happened when King Liam was just crowned." 

Nader interjected wide eyed, " You mean there were more than one attack?" 

Savannah nodded sadly. "Cordonia had a tough time. Liam had to face another such attack before he could prove himself. But under his command, the military became stronger, the council became more sympathetic to the needs of citizens and the country started flourishing. The bad people had to give up their fight and accept that Liam is the best ruler they have had in a century." 

Emanuel, the wise boy of the class shared his opinion, "He seems to be a very nice person." 

Savannah felt a wave of pride as she added, "Indeed he is. Liam is liked by not just his countrymen but he is even a favorite in meetings held at global levels. And guess why?" She spurred the kids. 

Emanuel replied or rather questioned back, "Is it because he is very kind and always respectful?" 

Savannah agreed, "Yes Emanuel, he is affectionate and gentle. He is courteous and obliging to all. That is the whole reason he is called people's king."

Rachel asked in a shy tone, "Is he handsome?" 

Savannah almost snorted at the little girl's interest, "Very much! He is the most gallant and chivalrous gentleman you will ever meet."

"What does he look like?"  

Savannah realized that she had turned as red as Rachel, blushing while she answered. " He is tall and a strong man. He looks at you with the calmest blue eyes and he is ever smiling, making you forget all your worries." This was getting a bit out of hand so she thought of changing the topic but the children seemed unstoppable.

Dave raised a point that turned out to be the most disturbing for Savannah, "Did you ever meet him or see him?" 

She closed her eyes for a moment. 'I was supposed to be with him but I can't tell you that.' She took a deep breath before she spoke. "Yes, I was lucky to see and meet him a few years ago." 

Some of the kids gasped at that. She responded with a weak smile. Rachel seemed to be fascinated just as Savannah was as a little girl. So she inquired, "That must be like a dream come true!" 

Savannah nodded through teary eyes and tried to curb the choking feeling in her throat. 'No more.' she couldn't fight her emotions for long so she decided to wrap up the session. 

She swallowed thickly, "I think that's enough for today's class. Your assignments are due next week. Till then, read well and enjoy the tales from the past." She waved off with her signature line. She picked up her belongings and scurried away from the class in an effort to hide the overwhelming feeling she had. 

Her students were to just read their history books but for her it was revisiting those excruciating wounds that were left from the memories of the man she loved. 

She moved out of the door and started to her left without looking. She thought she banged into a wall but it was cushioned and smelled familiar. Too familiar. Like a part of her. No, it was the missing part of her. She shut her eyes tight to shoo away the daydream but the sound that followed, confirmed that it was real. 

"If you like me so much, why did you leave me?" Liam lamented in his deep tone.  Savannah slowly opened her eyes, to face the set of peaceful ocean blues. She tried to hide one thing behind her glazed eyes- fear! 

Estranged - Next Chapter

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[brandwhorestarscream]

De-extinction au, reminded me of a doubt I had:

If, due to Megatron's conditions to avoid extinction, the perceptor recovers his memories/identity/personality...what happens?

Because I don't think most Cybertronians (and other living beings in general) would be able to handle what they did in the Shadowplay state if they were him (even him, actually)

And the twins, even though they understand that the situation is much more complicated, would have every right not to want him in their lives.

Nyehehehehehe >:3 excellent

Transcribed from my discord cuz I'm lazy

So, Perceptor! They said he removed his own personality and emotions during the war so he could have more room for science, but that's kinda suspicious, isn't it? It's right in line with autobot history, to take their best and brightest scientist and physically remove his ability to protest against them. Percy didn't mutilate himself: the autobot government forcefully shadowplayed him

After all, if he has no feelings... he has no moral compass. He won't protest anything they demand. They tell him to make weapons of mass destruction incapable of thinking for themselves? Done. They tell him to dissect the brain modules of captured decepticons for information? Done. They tell him to get seeker flight code from a captured decepticon, "by any means necessary"? Done. What does consent matter to someone who literally can't feel?

In the aftermath of the cybertronians being on the path to extinction, the decepticons wrest a lot of control back from the bots. There's the surrogacy contracts and sparkling training and all that, but Megatron puts other precautions in place to keep them safe. He insists point blank on a total ban on nmemosurgery and shadowplay, and to treat anyone that suffered it to the very best of their ability. Active duty autobots included.

After his extensive brain surgery, please imagine Percy sitting in his hospital bed, slumped over, face parallel with his legs from how far he's sagging. His expression is blank, his optics dim and flickering, half shut. A million miles away, not truly here. He's shattered beyond recognition, every horrible, violating thing he's ever done looping through his mind. His body feels alien to him, he remembers all those things but their recollection is numb: his present self is repulsed, horrified, sickened. They made him do all those things, but they were still performed with his hands, with his body. He feels filthy. Disgusting. Tainted. Broken. The doctors try to talk to him but he just stares right through them, mouth hanging open and blank optics wide as can be. It's like he's forgotten how to talk, so trapped in his own mind.

When he's eventually released from the hospital, he barely speaks. He has a checklist of things he needs to do, and sets out to accomplish them with the lethal efficiency he's known for. First, he goes to Ratchet. And Omega Supreme. Gives them his sincerest apologies. Tells them there's no need to accept his apology, he's well aware that it's unforgivable. But he still felt they deserved to be told that he and the rest of the autobots were wrong to treat them that way. He leaves quickly after, unwilling to inflict his presence on them any longer than necessary. Most of the ones he wronged while little more than a semi-conscious drone are dead. There's a few sprinkled sporadically throughout the elite guard, mecha he had to experiment on and who's minds he had to tweak under orders. He gives each of them a sparkfelt apology, seeped in misery, and tells them the same thing: there's no need to forgive me, but you deserve to be told that we were wrong to hurt you. I hope, from the bottom of my spark, that you're able to heal and live a good life despite all of this.

And finally... he goes to the twins and their mother. Starscream regards him with disgust and hatred, and the twins are... conflicted. They know how they were made. They know it was a mess. But Perceptor, even emotionless and cold, was kind to them in the elite guard. He was never forceful, never belittled them. He was as nice as someone with no emotions could be. He's their sire, it's... it's so complicated. He apologizes to Starscream and tells the boys that he's proud of them. They've grown up so well and he's glad they're safely with their mother. He'll be happy well into his next life, knowing the two of them are well cared for and have someone that loves them so much looking after them.

"And now... it's time for me to go. Goodbye, Jetfire, and goodbye, Jetstorm."

Percy leaves then peacefully, and they were the final thing he needed to check off his list. He heads home, and runs himself a hot bath. As hot as he can stand, and promptly takes one of his laser scalpels from his lab. He nicks each of his mainlines, one on each wrist and on the sides of his neck, and reclines back into the hot solvent to settle in for recharge. It's all done. He's apologized to everyone he hurt, now he can do away with all of this. Maybe his spark will reignite one day, born again to one of the decepticon carriers that will be saving their species, and his cursed existence will end at last.

It very nearly ends in tragedy. The twins are a little on edge after that encounter, noticing the way their carrier is now tense and pacing. A strange, cold... woozy feeling starts to bubble up in their sparks, so slowly and building so gently they almost don't notice. Neither really lock in on it until Starscream suddenly grabs Jetfire's chin and asks why he's shaking, and they realize that both of their sparks are pulsing erratically. Their servos are trembling, their vents are uneven. Something is wrong, something's up! They've never had much-if-any connection to Perceptor before, but the suddenness that this hits them immediately tips them off that something is wrong with him. He's the only other person who could possibly be connected to them, and it feels like he's fading!

They barely get there in time. They find him barely conscious in a hot bath dyed bright neon pink, and though it's plenty hot to keep his lines dilated and relaxed, he's cold to the touch. Shaking softly and slurring incoherently, mumbling at them to stop... no... go home... he wants them to just go home and leave him to sleep, forget they saw anything, but they can't really do that. They haul him out of the bath and try desperately to stop the bleeding, panicking and crying and desperately calling Ratchet. He's a good medic and they trust him, begging that he hurry and save their sire! Starscream turns up just as Percy is being taken away with ambulance sirens wailing. They need to let the medics do their job, but the twins are inconsolable watching him leave.

[loeyshandtattoo]

the lady of moonreach

FOURTH CHAPTER, The Battle for Moonreach

chapter summary: Namra slowly unveils the truth of Chanyeol's family and what brought him back to Iris, but when that seems to be the real problem, more problems soon arise on her doorstep while grappling her feelings for Chanyeol, now engaged to somebody else.

a/n: everything is piecing up together waaa

It was as if everything was staged to happen.

AS WE SAT AROUND THE WOODEN TABLE IN ONE OF THE CHAMBERS, the night continued to cripple, the room illuminated by the flickering candlelight casting dancing shadows on the stone walls. The weight of the conversation ahead seemed to press down on us, filling the room with a heavy silence.

I broke the silence first, my voice low but steady. "What else must we know of the assassination?" then leaned forward, eyes fixed on Baekhyun. “Tell me everything. I need to know the truth if we’re to move forward.”

Baekhyun replied, "The history of Iris has been marred by deception and betrayal, much of it hidden from the public eye.”

Junmyeon nodded, his usually calm demeanor replaced by a grave expression. “It all began with the assassination of the royal family. The official story was that a faction within Iris, loyal to an ancient prophecy, was responsible. But there are doubts about this narrative.”

Ancient prophecy?

He then added, "There were many stories concerning what happened that night in Ironhold. It was pointing to the loyalists of the usurper, and some who were against Chanyeol said that he himself killed them."

"That's where they are wrong, Chanyeol could not possibly have killed his very own family." I interrupted which made Junmyeon glance back right at me.

Baekhyun continued, “I don’t believe the loyalists were behind the assassination. They had their grievances, but killing the entire royal family doesn’t fit their pattern. There are other forces at play, ones we have yet to uncover.”

Namra’s heart pounded as she absorbed this revelation. “And Chanyeol? How did he survive?”

Junmyeon glanced at Baekhyun, who took a deep breath before answering. “Chanyeol was saved by my father. He foresaw the danger and acted swiftly. He took Chanyeol across the Aegina Sea to Polymos, where he owns a piece of land. There, Chanyeol lived in hiding until the time was right for his return.”

Namra’s mind raced with the implications of this information. “So, Chanyeol’s return was not just about reclaiming the throne. It was about confronting the very forces that sought to destroy Iris.”

Baekhyun nodded. “Exactly. And now, those same forces are regrouping, seeking to finish what they started. That’s why we need to be vigilant. The threat is far from over.”

A knock on the door interrupted their discussion. A messenger entered, his face pale and eyes wide with fear. He handed a sealed letter to Namra, who broke the wax seal and read the message silently.

Lady Namra,

The shadows of the north remember. The loyalists of the usurper king's return will bring only bloodshed and ruin to Moonreach. You have been warned. Leave now, or face the wrath of those loyal to the true crown.

For Iris.

This can't possibly be, they have their own wars, and that's not exactly what they have in mind, but it's not impossible. The ones she used to study in the library back in the orphanage, the memories prior to her adoption soon aligned. What do they exactly mean that everything they are doing is dedicated for Iris?

My hands trembled as I looked up at Baekhyun and Junmyeon. “The loyalists in the north have sent a threat. They’re closer than we thought.”

"We made sure to plan our arrival in Moonreach is discreet, the rest of Skybound had no idea at all. We planned meticulously for this, Junmyeon." I looked at him we an authoritative gaze. I tried to calm myself down because I know they want me to feel threatened.

"They are keen on keeping us distracted. I'll send word as soon as possible to Chanyeol." Junmyeon stood up from his seat as he prepared to send another scroll back to Stonehearth.

My jaw tightened. “Then we must act quickly. We need to prepare for whatever they’re planning.”

Baekhyun placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. “We’ll face this together. Do I have your reinforcements prepared for battle?" I inquired. "Of course, my lady. The Verdentian soldiers are ready to rally to your cause."

"We don't only need your army. We also need the rest of the noble houses."

At the long table in the grand hall of Moonreach, the room filled with an uneasy energy. I took a deep breath, gaze sweeping across the assembly of nobles who had answered her call.

One by one, the other noble representatives entered the hall. House Blackthorne's representative, a burly man with a grizzled beard, took his place with a thud, his posture exuding strength. House Windrider’s representative, a slender woman with an air of calm authority, glided to her seat, her eyes reflecting the skies they controlled.

Namra nodded to each in turn as they took their seats. She could feel the weight of their support, yet also the immense responsibility resting on her shoulders. She stepped forward to address the assembled nobles.

"Welcome, esteemed allies," Namra began, her voice echoing through the hall. "We stand on the brink of a pivotal moment. The forces arrayed against us are formidable, but with your support, we have a chance to restore Moonreach and reclaim our land."

The room fell silent, every noble listening intently. Namra continued, "Our intelligence suggests that the loyalists’ remaining forces will attempt a decisive strike. We need to be prepared to counter this. I ask each of you to share your insights and resources, so we can plan our strategy together."

Baekhyun was the first to speak. "Our scouts have reported that the loyalists are gathering reinforcements from the northern territories. Some of which were from Frostpeak, as Icehaven has long been abandoned. The House Frostbourne ceased to exist after the invasion."

Junmyeon added, "Which would make sense that the northern loyalists are looking for refuge in Icehaven. We must fortify our defenses and strike swiftly to prevent them from joining forces."

Kai Blackthrone nodded in agreement. "I’ve analyzed their movements. They will likely attempt a siege, so our strategy should focus on defending key positions and launching counterattacks to disrupt their supply lines."

Lady Karina Windrider, the representative of House Windrider added, "Our house can provide additional troops and logistical support. But we need to address the issue of coordination between our forces to avoid confusion during the battle."

The discussion continued, with each noble house contributing their expertise and resources. Namra listened carefully, taking note of their suggestions and formulating a plan that would utilize their combined strengths.

"The first of the 2,000 men in my army will face them head-on in the River of the Undying," Baekhyun using the tip of his pointer to show the location, the river that separates the lands of Frostpeak and Skybound.

"Then, the rest of Blackthorne's men will be positioned here, most likely those fuckers are going to surround the castle that is beyond repair. The walls of Moonreach will lose its part of defending the people inside."

As the meeting progressed, I couldn’t help but feel a flicker of hope. Despite the challenges ahead, the unity and determination of these noble houses were a testament to the cause they shared.

When the discussion drew to a close, Namra stood, a sense of resolve in her eyes. "Thank you all for your invaluable support. We face a great challenge, but together, we will prevail. Let us prepare for the battle that lies ahead."

The nobles nodded in agreement, their expressions reflecting both the gravity of the situation and their unwavering commitment to the cause. I felt a renewed sense of purpose as she watched them depart, readying themselves for the trials to come.

"Make sure to return to Stonehearth before the battle. We can't compromise your safety here in Moonreach."

Junmyeon and I, once again, discussing things like how we used to do, and sometimes we think that is how we make most of our time and that we'd rather use it wisely. "Where will you be then?" He questioned.

"I'll be here defending my father's legacy that he entrusted me with." I replied cooly.

Then Junmyeon then decided to shift his focus on a different subject, far from which I expected it to be, "When Chanyeol sets his mind on something, it's final." He said.

I was trying to process on what he implied by that, and how it is of any significance in the matter, but I felt a pang of pain struck my chest, being reminded of his engagement. "Lady Irene will be so embarrassed if Chanyeol breaks off his engagement. We can't allow her any of that." I said, my voice faltering.

"But you were thinking it." Junmyeon interjected.

"You said it yourself, when he makes a decision that means it's final." I retorted and decided to return back to my chambers and gain some rest, the whole planning exhausted me yet so much.

As I entered the room, I stood at the edge of the balcony overlooking Moonreach, the evening sky painted with hues of twilight and the first stars beginning to twinkle. The cold breeze from the northern winds swept across my face, but barely felt it as my mind was preoccupied with tumultuous thoughts. I stared out at the expansive landscape, thoughts drifting back to the earlier meeting with the representatives of the noble houses.

Yet however, my mind kept drifting to him. The one that I shouldn't be concerning myself about. Him and his stupid engagement to some lady in Dawnspire.

I still remember the warmth in Chanyeol’s eyes the day we met, how they reflected his arrogant demeanor, but how his radiance calmed me down the moment he conversed with me, and that night before my departure, his pleas, the hitched breaths, the touch that burned my skin and remained imprinted on where he left them for days end.

The kiss that he placed on my lips so desperately, the tight grasp that he rested on my body, telling me to never leave by his side, and now his concern was really true.

But now, with the announcement of his engagement, everything felt uncertain. The image of Lady Ambers—elegant and poised, yet distant—had been etched in my mind. I couldn't help but compare myself to her. Lady Ambers seemed to embody everything that Chanyeol might desire in a queen: grace, power, and influence. Meanwhile, I was torn between my duty and my own feelings.

The timing didn't allow us, and yet it is something that I must still accept. She will be the queen, and I have to present myself to her, and not meeting them both would be inevitable.

With a deep breath, I made my way back inside, determined to keep focus on the imminent battle and the path ahead, even if my heart wrestled with the complex emotions tied to Chanyeol and the future of Iris.

I found myself at the heart of the courtyard, the beyond fixed courtyard. The banners of the noble houses hanging limp and the sky overcast. The air was heavy with tension, and a somber silence pervaded the scene.

The courtyard was filled with soldiers and nobles, their faces etched with concern and weariness. There was a palpable sense of unease as preparations were made, but the usual energy of anticipation was replaced with a somber resignation. I saw Kai from House Blackthorne and Karina from House Windrider, their expressions grim as they conferred with each other and reviewed maps scattered across a table.

Then an image flashed right in front of me, something I never wanted to see, the once-gleaming fields were now littered with debris and the remnants of broken weapons. The sky was dark, and the wind carried the distant sounds of clashing steel and the cries of wounded men as I stood in the towers of Moonreach, concealed for safety, hiding like a fool.

I was not raised to be like this. I felt that I was betraying my ownself.

The battle was fierce and chaotic. The allied forces, despite their best efforts, were struggling against a relentless enemy. The soldiers fought valiantly, but the enemy's numbers seemed overwhelming. In the midst of the battle, I saw the tragic scene unfold. The outer walls, once a symbol of strength, were now crumbling under the assault. Flames began to consume parts of the castle, casting an ominous glow over the battlefield.

Then I felt my heart drop to my stomach, the allied forces began to retreat, I tried to close my eyes as if all the tragedy right in front of me was merely temporary, but then another heartbreaking scene caused me on my knees. The view of Moonreach from a distance, showing the castle burning and the surrounding land scarred by the conflict. The hope of victory seemed distant and uncertain.

I tried to restrain myself to cry, it felt like as if I failed my father, when I find myself back in the courtyard. The once-bustling area was deserted, and the remnants of the battle lay scattered around. The banners of House Greenwell hung tattered and forlorn, and the silence was broken only by the distant cries of mourning.

I sat upright from my laying position, heart pounding and my mind reeling from the vivid, tragic vision. The dream had shown me the harsh reality of the battle to come—the sacrifices and the potential devastation. As I tried to shake off the haunting images, I knew I had to prepare herself and her allies for the challenges ahead. The dream served as a stark reminder of the stakes involved and the need for unwavering resolve in the face of impending tragedy.

Then I heard a knock outside my door, and as soon as I opened it, Junmyeon barged his way inside, "The northern loyalists are fast approaching, they're about to cross the river."

"Call Baekhyun, now!" I demanded as I put on my robe and hastened my way outside my chambers.

As part of the plan, we decided to send for the 2,000 Verdentian soldiers to the river where they'll meet the loyalists together with Baekhyun, to have them be stalled.

They won't cross that fucking river.

The gates of Moonreach soon opened, the noise of the horse that Baekhyun rode and I dashed my way downstairs and see him return from the battlefield. "Apparently, the loyalists counts to 10,000 men."

I sighed in frustration, we only had 5,000 men, and we believed that was enough against the loyalists, and now they have crossed that river. "Some of us were lucky to retreat."

"We only have half of the men, and we barely have enough time to rally the nearby houses to our cause." Junmyeon added.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and replied, "We fight with the men we have." This is how everything ends, all the things that I have worked hard for, dies in the hands of loyalist men. Asia gets to step up and continue the job.

The sun was setting behind the lush gardens of Moonreach, casting a soft, golden light over the vibrant flowers and well-tended paths. Namra, now twenty-one and newly adopted by Lord Greenwell, walked alongside him through the serene landscape. The tranquility of the moment felt like a gentle balm to her weary soul.

Lord Greenwell, a distinguished man in his fifties with a kind, thoughtful expression, led her to a small, secluded alcove where a wooden table was set with tea and delicate pastries. The garden's floral scent mingled with the warm, earthy aroma of the tea.

“I must say, Namra,” Lord Greenwell began, pouring tea into their cups, “this garden has always been my solace. I’ve never had children of my own, but I’ve found great joy in tending this place and watching it flourish.”

Namra took in the beauty around her, the peaceful setting a sharp contrast to her previous life. “It’s stunning here. I never imagined finding such calm.”

Lord Greenwell smiled gently, his eyes reflecting a deep sense of contentment. “It’s a special place. I’m glad to share it with you. You’ve brought a fresh light to Moonreach that it’s been missing for a long time.”

Namra’s heart warmed at his words. “I’m deeply grateful for your kindness, Lord Greenwell. This is a new beginning for me.”

As they sipped their tea, the conversation flowed easily. Lord Greenwell spoke of his love for the garden, his travels, and his hopes for Moonreach’s future. Namra listened, absorbing his wisdom and feeling a growing sense of belonging.

"House Greenwell sticks by its motto, in the moon's shadow, we stand strong. We are strong, Namra."

The moment was serene and intimate, and as they finished their tea, Lord Greenwell took her hand in his, his grip firm yet gentle. “Even if I have not had children of my own, I have considered you part of my family now. We are not strong by nature, but the honor that House Greenwell brings makes us stand strong."

"Stand strong, my daughter."

Namra’s eyes glistened with emotion, but she smiled brightly. “Thank you, Father. I will do my utmost to honor this home and the trust you’ve placed in me.”

As they walked back towards the grand house, the sky was painted with hues of orange and pink. The day had ended on a perfect note, and Namra felt a renewed sense of hope and contentment, a new chapter of her life beginning with this unexpected kindness.

Stand strong, and she is going to stay true to it.

The air was thick with tension as the forces gathered outside Moonreach. The once-majestic castle stood as a symbol of both hope and desperation. Its grand towers and sturdy walls, though scarred, still bore witness to the glory of House Greenwell. However, the impending battle cast a long shadow over the estate.

I stood beside Baekhyun and Karina as we surveyed the battlefield from a high vantage point. The allied forces, a mix of troops from Verdantia, Dawnspire, and Skybound, assembled in a tight formation. The banners of each house fluttered, but their vibrant colors seemed muted by the somber reality of the situation. The sky was overcast, adding a grim atmosphere to the preparations.

Bringing along my horse at the middle as I glanced around at my surroundings, still maintaining some distance. The rest of the 10,000 men waited beyond the field leaving a massive space enough to be the site of bloodshed. The leader of the loyalists, wearing a piece of cloth to mask his identity. "Lady Namra, let's not make the situation complicated and difficult as it is."

"We are here to negotiate." He proposed as he sat comfortably on his steed.

"Negotiate when you had brought 10,000 of your men, the letter you sent right at my doorstep with your threats don't fool me. Say what." I trailed off. "Bring me your finest warrior to me have him removed from his horse and let me see him, and let me be the judge if dying from the wield of his shield will be all worth it."

As a soldier stepped forward, he then walked to me, "Before we start killing each other off, I ought to do some pre-battle routine, just to help me calm down." I said as I held my bow and arrow.

"The fuck you're toying us!" The leader suddenly raised his voice.

"Shh, quiet." I shushed him to stop him, and then enticed the soldier. "You'll be rewarded for being still, as long as you comply to my wishes."

Then I looked at the warrior straight in the eye, "I can even tell you where the rest of the Verdantia soldiers that killed some of your friends are positioned." I proposed. Which made the warrior quirk his brow.

"Why would you do that?" He inquired, remaining composed despite the situation.

"It is because I can." I replied sternly.

"To your right, you can see that forest enveloped with trees, the area is called Moonlight Woods, behind those tall damn trees, are the rest of the Verdantia bastards that killed your friends." I peered my eyes to the right.

The warrior snarled right at me, "You whore, you're lying!"

"Oh I am not, I am the one that planned all of this, remember? I'll even let you run back to your leader so you can tell him everything, about how the Verdantian soldiers are to your right masked by the trees, how the rest of the reinforcements of House Blackthorne are to delay their attacks so that they may surround you, and that is more than half of the plan that we discussed." Then the warrior then attempted to run as fast as he can.

"Run, you fucker." I whispered and then knocked directly at him. A bow roulette makes it exciting.

The first shot almost landed right at his feet. Oops.

He was almost near the army, and then a groan was elicited from the warrior as the bow pierced the back of his head, and the other end escaped from his mouth.

The sun rose when the enemy forces, a formidable coalition led by Kai Blackthorne and reinforced by mercenaries, appeared on the horizon. Their approach was heralded by the ominous sound of war horns and the clattering of armor. The allied forces braced themselves, readying their defenses as the enemy advanced with grim resolve.

I witnessed the wielding swords, just like how I also envisioned this in my dream the other night. The forefront immediately weakened, and right then everything was starting to align, though I refused to believe that it would happen this way. I would not give up my father's legacy to a bunch of rebels.

Brought by the surge of strength that I felt creeped in my veins. The initial clash was intense. Archers from both sides loosed volleys of arrows, and the ground became a chaotic melee of steel and flesh. The battlelines surged and receded, with soldiers fighting fiercely amidst the din of clashing weapons and the cries of the wounded.

Then I knew that I must act on what I believe is right, unlike that night, in my dreams, I was useless and of no use amidst the battlefield. I wielded my sword, as the blood of an assassin coursed through my veins, and fought alongside Baekhyun and Karina, their movements synchronized as we defended a crucial position near the castle gates. The defense was holding for a time, but the enemy's relentless assault began to wear us down. The once-sturdy gates of Moonreach showed signs of strain as battering rams and siege weapons hammered away at us.

As the enemy pressed harder, the defensive lines started to falter. The allied forces were pushed back, our formation breaking under the relentless pressure. Our group, despite their valor, found themselves forced to retreat to more defensible positions within the castle grounds.

We were about to die at the hands of loyalists, my father who dearly loved me, and for that I would also die within the castle that grew on me.

We continued swaying our own swords against the enemies, in desperate measure to slay the opponents doing the same. The yelp of every wounded soldier continued to echo in my mind, Baekhyun, whom have sworn loyalty to our house then being surrounded by the men from the opposing side, and Karina, still fighting for her life as she continued to fight alongside us.

Then I heard a rumble of the ground, the sound continued and grew louder, the tremors increasing in vibration.

The shaking of the ground that can be felt also took the others from their reverie and some still pursued fighting, and stopped when there were an approaching army.

An army carrying their own banner designed with their own house sigil, and what caught me off guard is that there were three banners lined up. The house with the sea as their house sigil. Another one painted in yellow and with the rising sun as their symbol and of course the house with the crown as their symbol.

House Actaeon. Chanyeol's house accompanied by House Silverhades and Ambers.

The increase in the reinforcements had us breathe there for a moment, and as the soldiers from each of the house laid an attack by surrounding the men that weakened the forces.

Chanyeol, at the forefront of the battle, fought with unwavering bravery. He led charges to rally his troops and attempted to stem the tide of the enemy’s advance. His leadership was inspiring, but the enemy's numbers and the ferocity of their assault began to take a toll on his forces.

The castle walls, once a bastion of strength, began to crumble under the siege. Flames erupted as enemy forces breached key points, setting parts of Moonreach ablaze. The sky darkened with smoke, and the air was thick with the acrid scent of burning wood and battle.

All our efforts for the restoration of Moonreach lost its hope, as I watched my own estate surrender to the flames. I looked to my right and saw Asia and of course, Lady Irene Ambers.

As the battle reached its climax, the castle’s defenses were overwhelmed. The enemy forces failed to break in through the final barricades, flooding into the castle grounds as it was stopped by the reinforcements that came along with Chanyeol. Our troops, though brave, were outnumbered and exhausted. The battle became a desperate struggle for survival, we almost struggled to grasp into our last bit of hope, and all worries ceased when the armies of Dawnspire and Silverhaven, and the men of House Actaeon came to our help.

The battle ended with Moonreach being safe under the control of House Greenwell. The surrounding land was scarred by the conflict, and the casualties on both sides were significant. The survivors, weary and grieving, began to tend to the wounded and assess the damage.

As I made my patrol around the castle grounds for inspection, the entirety of Moonreach almost destroyed once again due to the battle, but still it didn't fall into the wrong hands. As I strolled around, far from my sight, I already have beheld a tall figure, though difficult to make out and distinguish, but is walking closer and closer until I was finally able to describe the man before me, and that was none other than the savior himself.

Chanyeol. The king of Iris and the guardian of the walls. The savior of Moonreach.

"You must be enamored with your lady, Your Grace," I commented. He scoffed and stood poorly still.

"You defy me yet again, Lady Greenwell." He replied. Our bodies nearly crashing against each other once more, the act taking me back to the time in that incident in the library back in Ironhold. The heat that radiated each from our bodies still burns my core.

"She came to my aid once I received word." He explained and tried looking at me as a justification of his knightly work done.

"And for that I am grateful, my king." I immediately replied once I tried to step away to give distance from our bodies to prevent it from clashing against each other, however the attempt was futile when suddenly he took hold of my arm and yanked it towards his. "After everything, I still see to it that your safety is secured. Pack your belongings, and see to it that on our journey back to Ironhold, we will be having you brought along as well." He mumbled against my lips, every breath radiating off heat and I sighed.

"I don't want to be a distraction, Your Grace, as you prepare for the Royal wedding. I also belong here in Moonreach, where my people need me, and I'll send my regards to you and the queen-to-be right after the wedding." I refused his offer.

I only have one purpose, and every step I make in this island I am always being reminded of who and what purpose I serve.

Right after that he stubbornly continued following me, "Why must you refuse me so?" he questioned. "Namra." He desperately called my name and I still continued walking away.

"I can't continue living in a lie!" He screamed at me. All his feelings poured out as he still tried to get my attention.

"I hate you so much." He added. I get it, Chanyeol. We have loathed each other since, and yet that didn't stop us from getting off of each other.

"You fucking occupy my thoughts, and I don't want anyone else beside me than you, who you loathe me to the core. I would rather have you among all the women in the world." I scoffed.

"You can have any woman, but you choose to love someone that hates you?" I mocked his feelings.

"Are you that stupid to realize that I love you, and I want to marry you." He mumbled a plea.

I turned back and decided to face him sniffling back my sobs so that I won't appear as if I was also feeling the same thing. "I can never be a queen, Chanyeol."

"That is why the perfect and the endearing Lady Ambers is the woman that is right for you." I convinced him otherwise.

He refused, "No. I broke off the engagement with her." Then I shook my head, "Do it for the kingdom, do it to fortify the kingdom, there are more people ready to take what you have rightfully have." I warned him as he was trying to speak, but continued interjecting my thoughts.

"The loyalists reside within the king's council, you must be vigilant. Junmyeon knows. I'll stay here in Moonreach, and I wish you the best of luck in your life." Then I ran off, never to be found and followed. Just in time for them to leave tomorrow morning for Ironhold.

The world began to blur, shifting from the familiar surroundings of Ironhold to a place I hadn't seen in years. A place that I know all too well.

There, in the center of the grounds, stood a familiar figure. His presence was as commanding as ever, his sharp eyes catching sight of me immediately. He smiled, that same charming smile that had first won her over all those years ago.

"Namra," he called out, his voice carrying a warmth that sent shivers down my spine. "What if I tell you who started the fire?"

"The fire that destroyed your home."

He chuckled evilly, reaching out to take her hand.

Confusion clouded her mind. "What do you mean?"

"You are one step near to the answer, my love." He called. The endearment sent a chill down her body as she feared for her life.

"I have always liked you for being the smartest one out there, and that is why I chose you."

I replied cunningly, "Don't beat around the bush, and tell me now this instant."

He laughed and mocked her mood, "I did it, of course. The loyalist were easy to talk with. That was the only way to make you close to him, and I thought it would speed up the course of events, but I was wrong."

"Then why the fuck won't you just tell me instead?" I screamed.

He continued to laugh, "I still enjoy watching you all go miserable, you used to be so easy around me back in the days, what made you so soft? Moonreach really does have its magic as said in the books."

"That damn prophecy can't go ahead. It would mean an end to us all."

"Moonreach has a rich history from I recall. Something also related to the assassination of the family of your king, the fucker you love all along, and that is enough proof, and you are done."

"Done with what?" I inquired. A question still left hanging in my head, but I knew what to do.

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Moon 0 - Newleaf - Part 1

Bluffstar’s Ceremony

“My dearest Bluffheart, with my life, I give you love. I understand if you have to move on from me, but never forget the love that we had, as well as the love I’m sure your Clanmates will feel towards you,” Jaywhisper’s voice meowed softly as he pressed his silver muzzle against Bluffheart’s head. A comforting warmth eased its way through Bluffheart’s body, clearing any exhaustion she had felt upon receiving the seven lives before. She could feel the weight of another cat pressed against her back, a gentle tongue lapping at her cheek, and an overwhelming sense of belonging. Bluffheart wanted to relish in that feeling forever, knowing that with Jaywhisper it could be years before they ever embraced again.

As she opened her eyes, she blinked away tears, holding her head up strongly. “Thank you, Jaywhisper. I’ll miss you.”

Jaywhisper’s starry blue eyes sparkled. “Take care of Lighteye for me, okay?” His whiskers twitched. With that, another one of Bluffheart’s loved ones disappeared into the crowd of cats that lined the shimmering pool of the Star Cavern.

Bluffheart let out a small breath she didn’t know she had been holding. As much as she loved reuniting with cats she had lost both many moons ago and in recent days she just wanted it to be over with. She had always hoped that if she ever did become leader that her ceremony would be a grand celebration of her service to MushroomClan. Although the StarClan cats did congratulate her on coming this far, every word was overshadowed by the events of the past few days

Wolves. A whole pack of them descended from the mountains of JaggedClan after a failed attempt to lead them out of the Clans territories. It was through no fault of JaggedClan. After all, they didn’t want to put any of their warriors at risk, Bluffheart could never blame them for that. Unfortunately, the wolves headed straight into the forests of MushroomClan and no doubt after picking up the strong smell of cats they stumbled upon the camp. They were taken by complete surprise; most warriors were settling down for the night when one of the camp sentries spotted the beasts charging through the undergrowth.

It was… a slaughter. Only a few lucky cats survived unscathed.

The Star Cavern’s pool rippled and the final cat stepped forward, a grey and white tom with deep blue eyes. To think that the final living memory Bluffheart had of Icestar was him screaming for cats to retreat, near-blinded by the blood dripping from his shredded ear. That injury was completely healed now. It was as if nothing had ever happened. Icestar must have caught onto Bluffheart’s sorrow. “I know. I wasn’t very composed in my final few moments, was I?” He joked, though a twinge of his own sorrow slipped into his tone.

Bluffheart let out a quiet purr of amusement. “Truthfully, I can’t blame you at all.” She assured him.

Icestar laughed softly along with her. Though eventually his smile slowly faltered and his gaze lifted towards some of the StarClan cats perched on the ridges along the walls of the Star Cavern. “What we witnessed this moon will go down in history as one of the worst tragedies that MushroomClan - no - the whole of the Clans has ever seen. Never have I ever heard of so many cats dying so quickly,” he began. “StarClan hasn’t dealt you the kindest of paws, that’s for sure.” He faced Bluffheart again.

Bluffheart shrugged, staring at her paws, half-submerged in the glittering pool. “No, it hasn’t been easy.” She admitted. That was putting it lightly. “I… I know I was late to this ceremony, I can only sincerely apologise for that, but I couldn’t in any good conscience leave my Clanmates to bury so many cats, especially when they too are injured and mourning.” Eggrumble warned her before she made the decision to delay her leadership ceremony that StarClan could deny her nine lives if she failed to visit the Star Cavern before the moon high of the day Icestar died. Well, she’d come this far and no cat seemed too upset with her, but the guilt definitely weighed on her. She hated to let down her ancestors. “I hope you can forgive me.” She pleaded.

Icestar’s whiskers twitched as he stepped closer. “StarClan thinks you’re incredibly honourable for making sure your Clanmates could rest easy,” at that, a few cats purred and cheered in the crowd. “You have always been so devoted to MushroomClan. It’s why I knew you were the best choice to be my deputy. I’m glad I trusted my instincts, you're the most capable cat to do this.” He smiled, and Bluffheart met his gaze to smile back.

“Thank you, I won’t let you down.” She looked around the Star Cavern. “I won’t let any of you down.” Starry cats smiled back at her.

Icestar leaned in, his nose making contact with Bluffheart’s forehead as he began to speak. “With this final life, I give you strength. The strength to persevere through all challenges, and most importantly, the strength to protect your Clanmates.”

Bluffheart’s muscles tensed. Her claws instinctively unsheathed as suddenly she was on the battlefield. A terrifying howl rang in her ears and the vague shapes of black wolves circled her. She could smell blood and fear, yet amongst it all was the familiar smell of home. Cats began to appear in the vision, slashing at the wolves and yowling violently. Adrenaline pumped through her body and she revelled in the comradery as wolves were driven into the trees, whimpering pathetically. The battle seemed to be won. The only wolf that remained laid limp and lifeless before her, a gaping wound in its neck poured black blood onto the ground below.

Bluffheart didn’t know why she began to cautiously move forwards, she didn’t feel entirely in control of her own actions. She was merely a tail-length away when suddenly the wolf's blood red eyes opened wide, glowing with malice. It clumsily rose to its paws and towered over Bluffheart; its bloodstained teeth bared at her as it snarled but Bluffheart couldn’t move. Her mind urged her to flee, to find Icestar or any of the warriors that once stood by her side to help. She never had anything like this with her other lives. Suddenly the wolf reared its head and howled, its haunting cry making the ground shake. Much to Bluffheart’s surprise, instead of attacking her the wolf turned tail and began to stagger away, leaving a trail of blood in its wake. More surprising was that behind the beast, the cats she was fighting the enemy with only moments ago began to follow. Most of their bodies were blurry in Bluffheart’s peripherals but one grey cat stopped in front of Bluffheart. The cat turned to her, eyes red like the wolf.

BEWARE THE CATS THAT FOLLOW THE TRAIL OF THE BLOODIED WOLF

The shout echoed out loud, repeating over and over in Bluffheart’s head until-

“Bluffheart? Is everything okay?” Icestar’s voice forced her eyes open.

Her fur stood on end as she leapt out of whatever kind of trance she had fallen into. She glanced anxiously around the Star Cavern to see that Icestar was the only cat who remained. Chest heaving, she barely managed to speak. “Icestar, what was that?!” She blurted out.

Icestar stared at her with a blank expression. Taking a breath, he continued the ceremony. “I now pronounce you as Bluffstar, leader of MushroomClan-”

Bluffstar’s eyes widened. “Wait, Icestar, hold on!”

“The life you knew is no more and I know that you’ll take the responsibility of being a leader in your stride.” He spoke, voice monotone. Even though the cats had vanished, voices began to quietly chant her new name. Slowly, Icestar tilted his head in a friendly smile. “Good luck, and my StarClan be with you.”

Icestar’s body began to dissolve into the water. “What was that vision? Icestar, please answer me!” She finally found her legs again and surged towards the leader. As her paws landed back into the water it’s ethereal glow disappeared in a flash. The Star Cavern was back to its normal, dark state, with a flicker of dawn’s light filtering through the crack in the ceiling.

“Bluffheart!” A shout rang out from behind her. Paws splashed through the water as Bluffstar stood there, catching her breath. “What in the name of the stars was that? You were dreaming with them for ages!” Eggrumble demanded. “They did give you nine lives, right?”

Bluffstar could barely see her reflection in the water. However, there was a new white marking on her forehead, the mark of a leader. She nodded. “Beware the cats that follow the trail of the bloodied wolf.” She murmured.

“Sorry, what?”

Bluffstar raised her head to look at the tortie. “Beware the cats that follow the traill of the bloodied wolf. What does that mean, Eggrumble?” She pondered. “We chased off the wolves. Junipercloud told me that they saw them leaving through the heathlands, out of the territories. I can’t imagine they would still be a threat, at least not now.” She stammered.

Eggrumble was taken aback. She seemed to search Bluffstar’s expression for a sign that maybe the new leader was joking. Then she sighed, turning away towards the deep end of the pool. “I’ve never heard of StarClan sharing visions during a leader ceremony.” She hummed. “Beware the cats that follow the bloodied wolf… whatever it is, it doesn’t sound like it bodes well for the Clan.” Bluffstar shuddered. “We should talk about this later. I’m sure the Clan is wondering where we are and we definitely shouldn’t give them more to worry about.” Eggrumble teased.

Bluffstar frowned, hesitating. “… Okay, let’s go home.” She shook the water droplets out of her fur and followed Eggrumble out of the pool and through the tunnel. Her mind buzzed with thoughts. What is the bloodied wolf? Why would cats be following a wolf? What did it mean for her time as leader? What did it mean for the Clan’s future?

“Bluffstar.” Eggrumble meowed. For a moment, Bluffstar completely forgot that that was her name now. She looked up at Eggrumble, standing before the entrance of the Star Cavern. Her copper eyes, usually sharp, glowed with a deep understanding. “Have faith. I’m sure that StarClan has nothing but the best intentions. I would definitely prefer them to warn us of these things, wouldn’t you agree?”

Eggrumble was right. She shouldn’t dwell on it too much. While the vision shook her to her very core she knew that she couldn’t let it take over her thoughts. She had a Clan to lead; a Clan to recover. Leaping up the last of the stone steps and finally emerging into the open air she finally took a deep breath. Eggrumble affectionately nudged her shoulder before bounding ahead, though couldn’t resist Bluffstar cast a final glance towards the Star Cavern. Ignoring the shadows hanging over her head she hurried after the medicine cat.

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Into the Spider-Verse Finale: Spider-Man: Into the Spiderverse Review (Comissioned by WeirdKev27)

In Memory of John Romita Senior 1930-2023

Let's do this one last time. I"m Jacob Mattingly, and for the past few months, i've been reviewing the first apperances of spider-men. I've seen them enjoy crackers and milk, knock themselves out on furnaces, drum to deal with their pent up angst, rage, get powers from a spooky god while buck naked, and crumple a pipe like paper in their hand. It's been a long, loving ride into comics that not only got my comics reviewing mojo back but allowed me to share one of my faviorite franchises with you fine folks, many of whom don't usually read comics.

So we've come to the end of this retrospective, a bit later thanks to all the chaos of me using, but appropriatley as the final review i'm doing from the only home i've ever known. After 561 reviews here, it's time to say goodbye and given this is both one of the best projects i've done in my career and one where i've finally started editing better, it feels like the note to go out on.

This review has also been super intemidating to start. I'm an animation and comics nerd.. and Into is easily one of the best animated films AND best superhero films ever. It's also MASSIVELY influental, something I didn't see coming when I walked out of the theater, but really should've and we're now starting to see in earnest now the production cycle has had enough time to catch up to this film being a MONSTER hit. From modern masterworks like Mitchells Vs the Machines and Puss In Boots: The Last Wish to upcoming possible greats like TMNT: Mutant Mayhem, it's very clear studios are now far more likely to break from the standard CG styles and do something fresh, and audiences fucking love it. I hadn't realized till this film how much you could play with animation, from the concept of ones and twos to making a comic book movie look like a comic book. Any time I paused while watching this it felt like looking at a panel. The art here is gorgeous and the script matches it. So the question was both what would I have to say about the film and would I be able to live up to it? The only way to find out. is to take the leap. So join me under the cut as we swing into the spider-verse once again and see what makes this film so great 5 years later. Also as a heads up spoilers for the sequel will be present so if you somehow havne't seen it, you've been warned.

Let's Do This One More Time.... To get into why this film happened we have to get into Sony's treatment of spider-man. Said treatment has been a near neverending cycle of doing something right with it.. only to do something that shoots what they did right several times in the foot, stabs it and lights it on fire. Sam Rami makes two great spider-man films? Let's overly interfere with the last one and weigh it down with a lot of stuff it didn't really need. Amazing Spider-Man was decent with two tremendous leads in Andrew Garfield and Emma Stone but had some places to improve like peter being a skater boy she said see you later boy? Let's get complicated with it, overly focusing on Peter's Parents, including PLANNING TO HAVE PETER'S DAD SHOW UP ALIVE, a mysterious man in a trench coat from a tie in novel, and make harry osborn into this.

It's hard to decide which is worse. I mean their both worse than that time Harry Got a Mustache in College

A very high bar no doubt, but it's hard to decide if modern pale emo kid or GNEEE GNEEE I'M THE GREEN GOBLIN GNEEE GNEE was worse. Though I think we all can agree sony deciding "You know this pathetic weirdo we just had kill one of our most popular characters? LET'S GIVE HIM A MOVIE" is just.. one of the most baffling decisions they've made. Popular Anti-Hero with his own history, rogues and dynamic outside of spider-man Venom makes us an unexpected hit? Let's give him a sequel.. which was actually logical. So naturally they also decide "let's make OTHER spider-man villians and anti heroes into their own movies" I mean who DOSEN'T want a kraven movie?.... me.. me don't want that. I want Kraven IN a movie, but why. And the less said about morbius that dosen't involve Matt Smith giving one hell of a performance or weirdly dancing to show off his impressive abs the better.

Why wasn't the film just... Matt Smith as a more villianous version of morbius? A riddle for the ages. The point is sony has a GOLDEN franchise.. but often has no idea what to do with it. It's why when this film was pitched they were trying badly to find something to do with it, hence Venom. So since they had an animation division that while not terrible only really had one franchise of note, head of spider-man stuff Amy Pascal went to two of the men who'd made one of the most succesful animated films of the time and who were on a high point in their career and asked what they would do. These men.. were Christopher Lord and Phil Miller. The two had had a rocky start in their careers, show running the cult hit Clone High, which while well loved to the point we finally got a new season this year that was pretty dang good, wasn't exactly a big hit. Eventually though the two broke out with 21 Jump Street, a film no one had a ton of faith in hearing about it, myself included. The film was a comedy reboot of the old series, lampooning the whole premise and lamp shading the hell out of everything from this being a reboot, to our heroes not remotely passing for high schoolers, to high school drama itself, and not only revived Lord, Miller and Stars Channing Tatum and Jonah Hill's careers. This naturally got a sequel, which was not only even better and more meta, cumulating in a hell of an ending lampshading the idea of this being a franchise, we also got one of the funniest scenes in the history of film. And yes that's a hill i'm wiling to die on.

And even THAT woudn't be it as the two would go on to make the Lego Movie, a film that was both stylistically brilliant, hilarious and used the property brilliantly AND followed that up with The Lego Batman Movie. The two had a clear talent for taking a property, doing something fresh with it while honroing what worked so they were a no brainer to ask to do this. As for why would they.... IT'S SPIDER-MAN. If I got offered to make a movie about spider-man i'd do it. Who wouldn't?

Ironically though while Miller and Lord had the creative vision, something even I didn't know till recently is that they didnt' direct the film. In fact out of them only Lord wrote the film, co writing it with Rodney Rothman, who also co-wrote 22 Jump Street which as established above, is quality as hell. Rothman's Resume up to Jumpstreet isn't really anything huge, having done writing stints on underclared, the short lived ups animated sitcom Game Over, and having been a writer on Letterman, the last of which i'm mostly noting because he proudly revealed he was the one Chris Farley threw in a dumpster, but he clearly just needed more of a shot as both films he's co-written prove.

He also wasn't flying solo in direction, with his co directors, while also inexperinced in directing for the most part, having far more animation experince. First up is bob perschetti, who did the story for the original puss in boots and a smaller film called the little prince, and did tons of storyboard work for dreamworks, having worked on Shrek 2, Monsters Vs Aliens, Flushed Away and Wallace and Gromit: Curse of the Were-Rabbit, which I previously covered. He was also an inbetweener on a smorgasboard of disney films.

Finally we have Peter Ramsey, the only one to have directed a theatrical film before this with Rise of the Guardians, and was a storyboard artist on a list of flims so massive and prestigous i'm just going to let this wikipedia screencap speak for itself.

Yeahhhh. See I point out the lack of direction credintials not to shame them, sometimes it can take decades before you get your shot, but more because it's so utterly shocking that as experinced as these guys are only one of them had directed before this. The film is gorgeous and groundbreaking.. and makes it that much more baffling it took this long for these three guys to get such a big , well deserved shot and given all have projects going on right now, I couldn't be happier.

So the production itself seemed to go smoothly for the most part. The only exceptions were Sony nixing a cameo from tom holland (as they found it confusing) and something massive: one year out from the film being released Lord and Miller felt the film wasn't working and thus decided to rewrite it. This itself dosen't seem too bad, a year seems like a lot of time... but in animation terms.. that's hardly anything and also heavily involved taking what they already had and figuring out how to recontextualize it. If you couldn't tell from going that far, the duo were fans, having read spider-man comics and done research for it, picking thier spider-men carefully. The results.. well the results are nothing short of amazing, spectacular or peter parker.

Taking the Leap: As I mentioned earlier Spider-verse.. changed film animation. This isn't hyperbole either; if you look at the bulk of this year's animated films their all more stylistic with many, TMNT: Mutant Mayhem and Nimona in paticular, using a combo of 2d and 3d animation and it stretches into last year two with The Bad Guys and Puss in Boots and in 2020 with Sony's own Mitchell's Vs the Machines. More studios are experimenting with their style and trying something diffrent and what's more remarkable is that.. they aren't just 1:1 copying spiderverse. Many have taken it's sketchy style sure , but no one's doing it the exact same way: Spider-Verse often resembles a comic book, TMNT a sketch book and nimona something else entirely. Each is drawn and rendered.. but each in a way all it's own.

It's not to say films before this didn't have their own style: as my friend Kammie pointed out in a long conversation about animation recently, Dreamworks has always had it's distinct character models and before this The Peanut Movie (one of my faviorite cg animated films ever) and Rango both tried to play with it. Peanuts in paticular also took a stab at emulating the comics it's based on. The problem was while both films were gorgeous.. neither really took off. Peantus was a modest success, but the Schultz family had no interest in a sequel, while Rango didn't really land at the box office. And when something fails hollywood tends to blame the work itself and not circumstance or

Spider-Verse broke that by not only being a mainstream hit but one that really worked the animation as hard as it could. It gets .. incredibly technical and even I wasn't aware of how much till going to tv tropes but simply: most animation is done on ones or twos. Ones means a unique image every frame, twos means a unique image every other frame. You usally use one or the other. Spider-Man.. does BOTH, which is as exausting as it sounds, using 2s on the characters and 1's on the character work to give it a more dynamic vision, and shaking it up when needed, such as having miles on ones for most of the film , the rest of the spider people on twos, and then miles on twos after the what's up danger scene. It's a LOT of dedication and that's not even getting to how every spider-person has a slightly diffrent animation style. The results are eye candy in it's purest form: every pause is a panel, every action catches your eye, everything works. And the panel part is paticuarlly notable as the crew did their damndest to make this LOOK like a comic in motion. It's something that , as many great comic book movies and superhero films as we've had.. you simply cannot do in live action. So if it's so obvious why did it take till 2018 to do?

It's likely other suprehero animated films had the idea.. but there was no way in hell they were getting the budget to do it. And if you've seen say the incredibles, mask of the phantasm of megamind, those budgets are already pretty damn vast for their times. Animation is a great medium.. but when it comes to film... the big studios get complacient really fast. Animated Films are EXPENSIVE and a huge swing like this is a radioactive spider-risk. It's why up until spider-verse most studios have stuck to their guns: Disney and Pixar have ocasoinal style shifts but you can genuinely tell when a film's by either stuido, Illumination basks in it's cheap but effective house style, and Warner.. well warner just dosen't give a shit in general why would it here. Dreamworks is the only one that really shook up styles and even then until this year they didn't shake up how they aniamted. After all if it works.. why fix it. And before anyone asks, no i'm not saying "ALL THESE OMVIES ARE TERRIBLE FUCK THEM AMIRITE". I'm saying that the industry got complacent and it's something I, an animation critic, didn't even realize till spider-verse's effects started being felt. Animation really did change because this one film took a leap and it's only for the better: Mutant Mayhem looks to be the best tmnt adaptatoin ever, a VERY high bar from an obessive tmnt fan like me, Nimona looks awesome, i've heard good things abotu Ruby Gilman from Kammie, and Puss In Boots was fucking magic. And while they all likely woud've ben good regardless, this leap has really changed things and hopefully will continue to from here on out as more and more new films catch up lead time wise. To quote Kammie

"The new giants of major western movie animation are Sony and Dreamworks, they're willing to innovate and take risks where most other studios falter and resort to retreading old territory or using stock plots. Do they still innovate technicalogically? Yes. Does that matter when you make movies that only look slightly more realistic than the last one you did? No. We don't go to animation for realism, we go to it for escapism, to see worlds that are utterly impossible and larger-than-life characters, find places that we can only visit in our dreams, to see sheer spectacle that's not possible in live action. Animation more than anything is only limited by technology, and it's a testament to it that most live action films have CGI, a form of animation, involved in making them what they are."

But animation is only half of it. How's the story? Good: But that's pretty obvious so let's go into our characters and what not shall we?

Miles Morales: Anyone Can Wear the Mask

So first up danger is our hero.. well one of many but Miles is our focus and was a perfect choice for it: his arc in the comics is a coming of age story in the vein of the original and ultimate spider-men (the latter being miles predecessor), and really explores what it means to be spider-man: in the comics Miles rejects the idea outright until peter dies.. and he realizes with great power comes great responsiblity and that he can be what peter was.. and then has to settle into the harsh realities of being spidey as well as the good it brings. Bringing a character like that into a story with a bunch of other spider-man all showing what it could mean with diffrent people was genius. The film also nicely tweaks things to make an already good story better. The first is miles age: in the comics he's currently 16-17.. but started out as a 13 year old. The idea worked, both to seperate it from the 16 year old peter he replaced and to make the danger that much more horrifying as it's happening to a much younger person and make some doubts about him doing it more understandable, but it works better to have miles as a teen here, to have him grown up just enough to understand a lot.. but still question who he is. It also allows the nice parallel of getting his powers around the same age as peter.

Another is that in the comics while Miles gets into brooklyn visions by lottery.. what that means for him really isn't focused on. It's hard, but he adjusts to it fairly well and the issue is more having to spider-man from a heavily montired private dormintory. Into instead explores what it would really mean for a kid from a working class family having to leave all the people he knew and grew up with to go to a fancy prep school where most of his classmates ignore him at best. In the comics Miles at least had his best friend going with him: here's he's just alone in an unfamiliar place he badly wants to leave.

I also like that his getting into the school isn't ALL luck. While he literally won the lottery, and yes they really do lottery children's chances for a better future and yes it's fucked up, his mom makes note of him passing the entrance exam and while trying to flunk out delbieratley, his teacher notes he got an exact zero... and then gives him a 100 as to get the answers THAT wrong.. you have to know all of them. Miles is a smart kid.. but he just hates where he is because he's alone. It's not helped by his.. let's say complicated relationship with his dad. Jefferson.. is not the most likeable guy. He's more than the comics where he's an out and out anti-mutant racist douchebag who outright abandons his son when he finds out (he DOES get better, but it's still a dick move), but he's still a domenering presence: when Miles brings up wanting to leave the school Jefferson is admant on him staying. He refuses to really.. empthaize with his son, being mad at his habit of putting up nametags, not really supporting his grafiti art (another deft addition to the character It ruly love), and not really getting him. Jefferson MEANS well: he wants miles to have a life jeff didn't. Like in the comics i'ts heavily implied Jeff didn't really start with anything nor did he or Aaron have the best life, having to steal to survive. He grew past it while Aaron embraced the criminal life style, but it's clear Jefferson WANTS his son to do better.. but is so stubborn and controlling he can't see that miles is miserable and that he needs to stop putting his foot down and start actually listening. The school WILL be good for miles in the long run.. but it's hard for him to see that without anyone helping him. It's easy to see WHY Miles prefers his uncle. Aaron davis isn't the best person, and we'll get to that.. b ut it's clear he loves his nephew and encourages him in school. It's just Aaron also takes the time to LISTEN, to try and gently push miles, asking him what he actually likes about the schol, encouraging him to make a move on his crush. Grnated the shoulder touch is a very awkward move no one should try and I never would, seriously don't touch a woman without their permission folks, but he means well with it. He also wants better for Miles.. he just respects miles more as a person. And with Miles feeling like one person but being shoved in another direction... being spider-man was the last thing he needed. Something I like about Miles as a character both here and in the comics.. is that being spider-man DOSEN'T make his life better at first. See even if most spider-men eventually get the lowered boom of someone they love dying, most get to at least enjoy it first. Looking back at the origins, Peter getting his powers takes a young nerd with no power and gives him all of it, Spider-Ham got a surrogate mom and teh power to crumple other peoples pipes like paper in his hand, while NOir's origin was.. less than ideal

He still got the power to fight back against a corrupt world, and Gwen much like peter got a power high. Miles.. never gets that in either version. In the comics he's utterly terrified and here he not only gets that.. but also gets humilated: trying the touch fails..as it likely woul'dve anyway, and instead messes up gwen's hair in the short run and makes it kick ass in the long run, sends him running in a panic from school security, and gets him stuck to about 80 dozen things. It shows the part most spidey origins and a chunk of superhero origins skip: that while getting powers is fun.. the learning curve usually sucks. Instead of the power high.. miles is just terrified by what he is and what he must do now and has no idea what he's doing. While most spider-man get the good of it first and have to learn the harsh realities of being a superhero later, usually with some horrific death, miles is one who from the get go realized with great powers comes a spinerett load of trauma. It's something the next film will deconstruct, but for now it's simply stripping that back and showing that while anyone can be spider-man.. it's not exactly a fun job as it is on paper.

So Miles goes to try find his uncle and when that fails, goes to the place he got bit by the spider..

Because he gets thrown into a supervillian battle, meets the real spider-man, and gets a hard truth from Peter Peter: You're like me. Miles: I don't want to be. Peter: I don't think you have a choice, kiddo.

It's not Blonde Peter being harsh or cruel.. he's just honest. You can try running away from powers, trying to live a normal life.. but eventually it catches up with you. Peter's tried to quit multiple times.. but it dosen't stick because great power, great responsibility. He can try and give up, leave it to other guys.. but at the end of the day having this gift means using it wisely.. and in miles case having it also makes him a target. And Miles ALMOST gets a mentor.. but then peter dies and gruffly tells Miles "You gotta save the world now slugger". Oh and not two seconds later he nearly dies getting chased by a superman. And he wasn't even supposed to be here today. Honestly I didn't even realize till I sat down to write this but the first half hour or so of the film.. is pretty bleak for miles. He gets power he dosen't want, has to watch the world's greatest hero die, and is left in charge of a major task that someone with a decades more experince died trying to do. Oh and he was told to keep it secret and can't tell those he loves. His life is just one hard long cruel cosmic joke.. and the sequel makes it even worse given we now know the spider wasn't even supposed to bite him and he gets BLAMED for watching someone die. Also just to get this out of the way now, while I was calling bullshit on Miguels claims Miles was responsible for Peter's death in the theater, I did watch the scene carefully just to throughly debunk this. And shockity shock... Peter would've died whether miles was there or not. The goblin suckers him slightly due to miles.. but it's nothing that really slows him down or injures him. What ultimately leaves peter at deaths door and weak enough for the kingpin to do his finisher on the poor guy is getting ganged up on by Prowler and Goblin, and then slammed into the collider. Aaron would've been there, Norman would've been there.. this all was supposed to happen, as tragic as it was. Fate changed by Miles getting bit.. but it changed this world at least for the better as it'd probably be gone along with 5 more spiderpeople and incalculable innocents. So in conclusion: eat a dick miguel, let's move on.

So with that Miles is left shattered and wonders home.. and Jefferson is warm and supportive and just kidding: he tells miles he made a commitment, rio has to give him a look like "come on" and when asked if he hates spider-man, while his child is clearly shaken by SOMETHING, his reponse is "well yeah".

And with the power of hindsight this .. really underlines why Miles has confidence issues the rest of the film. Why he struggles with his powers: he was already feeling out of place in his new school and having most of what makes him who he is questioned by his dad, and then he goes through spider-puberty and watches the world's greatest hero get body slammed into a science machine, gets yelled at by said hero that

Watches said hero get mob executioned by a villian he now has to stop, and then gets chased by his top enforcer while spooky but dope as fuck music played. It's a miracle Miles hasn't had a full on nervous breakdown after all this, let alone gets up, and decides he HAS to press on, visiting the memorial and realizing that no one else is going to come do this.. I mean they will but what makes it work is he dosen't know that yet. All miles knows is the one thing keeping the city from falling apart is gone, and he's the only one who can do this and as rightfully scared and afraid and alone the poor boy is... he has to try. He may not be quite ready to take the leap.. but he's ready to put a foot off the roof.

While miles has plenty of deadly and superior foes to fight.. his ultimate enemy is himself...

.... metaphorically this movie. Miles has the heart of a hero.. but is so scared by being one and so sure he CAN'T do it that it's a self fufilling prophecy. It's something expertly shown in how his powers work: he can't get his hands to stick or unstick on queue or his camo to work unless he needs it to flee. His powers are acting on his panic and anxiety. As peter points out with the sticking, it only lets go when you relax and Miles can't relax, he can't relax cuz he's a boinger.. and because you know, he's in a VERY stressful situation. Most spider-men at least get a few simple crooks before they get to the supervillians. Miles has to fight the sinister six on his first day. I'ts easy to see why he can't trust himself: if a peter ten years deep in can't do it, how can he? It's telling the one time pre-what's up danger miles really masters his abilities fully is with web swinging, when he just has a chance to relax and learn.

It's not helped by Miles essentially seeing the ghosts of his future right in front of him: Through Peter Prime, he's seen he can die easily. Through peter b. he sees even if he dosen't being spider-man might destroy his personal life. and through gwen he's seen how he could grow isolated and alone through tragedy. He sees his possible future in two people he grows to love, one platonically one nto so much both who we'll get to, and it scares him. It doesn't help Peter. B is the ONLY spider person willing to give him a chance: while Gwen likes him, she thinks he's not ready and the others all expect him to be spider-man NOW dammit, when all of them had a much less steep learning curve. Except Peni, her learning curve was basically "Suprise we released the spider your dad made into this room! Enjoy being radioactive!"

Into The Spider-Verse is ultimately a film about how others expectations of you can eat you alive.. and the only way to really escape that.. is to be yourself. Not to IGNORE that other people exist or be a callous jackass, but to trust in yourself you'll make the right call. To trust you to do the right thing when things are their darkest.

And it's ironic that what finally gets him to have faith in himself.. is the person who seemed to have the least faith in him. In the end the person who enrcourages miles is Jefferson. While miles has been having his arc.. Jeff has had his own, as miles has been mia since meeting peter. b, and then found his brother dead.. and blamed miles as spider-man for it. Thankfully this gets cleared up enough, but it clearly rattled Jeff enough to realize that holding fast and trying to be constantly authortive and unbending.. isn't working and never has. It's only by opening up does he not only finally close the gap with his son, even if that comes AFTER all this because you know, webbed up mouth and all, but makes miles finally have some confidence in himself. And the speeech itself is just.. beautiful.

Jefferson Davis : Look, sometimes... people drift apart, Miles. And I don't want that to happen to us, okay? Look, I know I don't always do what you need me to do or say what you need me to say, but I... I see this... this spark in you, it's amazing, it's why I push you. But it's yours, and whatever you choose to do with it, you'll be great.

I'll also give Brian Tyree Henry credit as he's just perfect in the role, being a hardass.. but in a way that makes it clear he's not 100% dick and here him opening up.. is beautiful. And it's really what miles needed: While Peter. B wasn't a TERRIBLE mentor, trying his best to encourage miles, what miles ultimately needed was the simplest message: be yourself. Which yes is INCREDIBLY common in animated media. But it's done well here. It also makes me wish the cut line with peter used in the trailers was used here as it really gets to the heart of the film: Don't do it like me, do it like you. Miles problem was that he tried too hard to be what others wanted and that people pushed him to hard to be somethign else, wether that meant instantlly accepting a hard situation in his new school from his dad or instantly fitting the role as spider-man from the other spider-people. it's only when he's told just.. do it his way that he finally can accept it.. and can finally CONTROL it. What I like is that while in a lot of other superhero films, miles suddenly being able to control his powers would be an asspull .. here it's CAREFULLY set up: Miles coudlnt' really control them because he was scared. It's once he lets go of his fear of death, fear of failure, and fear of himself.. that he can take a leap of faith. His ascendency to spider-man is also one of the best sequences in any animated movie. Not taking notes on that. It just is.

Every fucking second of this is perfect. "What's Up Danger" itself is dope as fuck, and perfectly fits the song. Black Caviar's beat is pure magic and Blackways lyrics perfectly fit the confidence Miles finally has. Their a bit rougher than him but fit who he is NOW: he is the amazing, spectacular, the ULTIMATE spider-man. After a whole film of doubting himself, not knowing where to go or what to do or if he can do this... HE CAN. And he WILL. There's so many great moments: him spraypainting the costume, taking one of peter's looks and making it is his own with his own talent and passion, the now iconic upside down falling shot that graced every trailer, and him swinging and wall jumping through new york, finally embracing his power... all capped with him lifting the mask, panting in exaustion... and then smiling. He's got this.

The insuing big damn heroes during the brawl with the sinister six is great. He shows up invisible, easily turns the table on liv and shows up, and it's also heartwarming how rather than tell him to go home or any other such nonsense.. everyone is HAPPY he's here. They didn't put him back because they didn't like him.. they kept him back because they didn't want him to die stupidly. NOw he CAN fight and has the confidence and skill to.. their happy to have him.

I also like how while all the spider-people ge ttheir moments and we get one hell of a three on one battle between doc ock , miles, peter and gwen, the final fight, the true final test.. is miles alone. Everyone gets to shine as the villians get whittled down to one.. but ultimately the final battle only works if it's miles alone: one final test as spider-man: Miles vs Fisk. The All-New All-Diffrent Spider-Man vs the man who murdered the original. The Kingpin of Crime Vs your Friendly Neighborhood Spider-man. It's a truly harrowing fight, one where Miles is often overwhelmed, but does what all spider-men do: get back, keep fighting. Do everything he can. With jeffersons support one last time miles goes from a scared child.. to catching this thief just like a fly.. complete with bug zapper. The touch of using the.. well shoulder touch is fucking amazing, hilaroius, heartwrenching.. and awesome. The man who killed his uncle, who nearly destroyed new york is down. The universe is saved... all thanks to brooklyn's own friendly neighborhood spider-man. Miles ends the film sure of himself, happy and with his father accepting him. He misses everyone.. but he'll see them again. He just might come to regret it but hey.. that's for next time.

As a quick epilogue, I ALMOST forgot to mention but Shamiek Moore is fucking perfect in the role. While Donald Glover would've been a great fit, Moore brings a youthful energy that perfectly fits the character. Moore handles the characters journey, the humor, and the heartbreak all beautifully.

Peter B. Parker, the Spectacular Spider-Mess

While this film is focused on the new kid on the webs, Lord and Miller still decided to include the Spider-Man everyone was familiar with. In fact.. they lean INTO how familiar we are to play with peter as a character. When they give their stories for the comics brilliant origin sequences, they both know to just.. gloss over most of the stuff we're familiar with.. and to basically apologize for the emo peter dance. Lord and MIller clevelry use the rami films as a refrence point. Then they do something ENTIRELY new in terms of adapting peter at this point: this peter.. has been at this for a while. It's something Insomniac would also use for their universe and honestly.. is quitely brilliant. In the comics.. peter HAS been at this for about a decade.. exactly how long has been kept vauge, but he's always pushing 30. Most adaptations though want to start with peter fairly early in his career: while some cartoons like Ultimate, Spectacular or Animated Series start with peter mid career, it's still fairly early and before he faces most of his arch enemies. It also makes sense: after all if your making a spider-man universe from scratch, why would you start with him already knowing how to fight these guys? The comics have the advantage of years of continuity, so writers can do what they want with the bad guys basically. But since a new continuintiy means you can do the latter from the top, why would you start in the middle of your story? It CAN work as shown here and with , while I sadly can't play them because no ps4 or 5, the insomniac games, but with the latter it works to the games advantage to have you play a peter whose already a kicker of ass first class.

Here though instead it's used for something even the comics often have their hands tied from doing: to show just how TIRED spider-man would be after a decade of this. While Blonde Peter is great at the job, has a loving aunt, and an adoring wife... he's still so very tired. He says so when fighting Prowler. It's clear the heir of "I can always do this, i'm spider-man" is as much a coping mechanism as it is determination. It explores the idea that peter's drive to keep going, to do the imposisble would wear him down eventually.. and given the crap he has to go through in the comics because writers think there needs to be added DRAMA, you can't blame him. Peter. B shows where this leads.. a peter who has 80 tons of broken bones, stopped taking care of himself, and is slowly falling apart after Aunt May's death, cumilating in pushing MJ away after she wanted kids.. and he was scared of it. Which given what his life is like is actually understandable. It's also a type of fear the comics have only been able to explore in AU's: editors have been dicks about the idea of peter having kids, and the one time he seriously was about ot have one before it was kidnapped, he was retired.. then it got kidnapped and disappeared because clone saga. Here we see the fear he'd have.. and peter sabotaging his own life as MJ seems relcutant as he is to divorce and the peter left in the aftermath is crying in a bathtub in his full costume

This is a peter who ONLY has being spider-man and we see how deeply unhealthy that is. Part of what makes Peter Parker so great, what's kept spider-man enduring.. is relatablity. Peter struggles with the same stuff most of us do: holding down a job, crappy bosses, relationship issues, juggling family with your life, friendships getting complicated... it's the ballancing act of having a regular life and also punching the kangaroo in the face while he's at it that makes spider-man compelling and it's finding new ways to do that, from having peter teach at his old high school to having him actually get a science job, that makes this character endure. Here though.. it's just Spider-Man and we see how unhealthy that is: May is dead, he pushed MJ and likely anyone else in his life away... peter only has being spider-man left, and action can be a reward but it can't give you a fulfilling life. This is a peter whose just going through the motions and badly broken. It's very telling that when Miles tries to use "With Great Power Comes Great Responsiblity" , the HEART of what spider-man, any spider-man, woman or ham, is, Peter responds with a very harsh "DON'T finish that sentence. I'm so tired of people using that". He's a peter whose so far to the edge he's willing to leave miles world to die just to get back to a life that's deeply miserable. In most cases spider-man would swing at the right thing but Peter B is just so very tired he just wants to go home.

But he's still spider-man.. and eventually realizes as much as he wants to.. he can't leave miles there and he can't leave this world to die. The movie is also good in not letting peter dangle off the edge of being absolutely awful too long. He refuses to save the world at first.. but it's clear Miles gets to him right away. He's still a mess.. but he's also Spider-Man. He's also peter parker. And May raised him better. The relationship between Peter B and Miles.. is fantastically done, with Miles slowly opening up his new mentor and Peter B slowly rediscovering what he actually liked about the job... and that maybe he CAN be a dad and spider-man. We see his humor slowly come back, him swatting the cape away from miles, gleefully pointing out what to do. He's still not the BEST teacher, wanting miles to just wait.. but when miles has to come along, he's grumpy for a few seconds then roles with it. We start with Peter. B seeing how worn down he is...but here we see all the experince and skill of his blonde counterpart. He's still the science nerd who can memorize a complicated password and can't grasp that miles can't. He's still a mess, trying to flirt with what turns otu to be his aunt's ex.. and also doc ock, but we see a subtle change, cumilating in the heartwarming scene of him and miles swinging together. peter may be a mild dick and a human disaster.. but he's a good man. By the time all the spider-people are together and doubting miles.. peter. b is the only one who sees how much this quest means to hte boy and is advocating for him. To them Miles is in over his head.. but Peter sees the spark in miles Jefferson does. He sees a kid who was thrown in the deep of this and the last thing MIles need is 80 people telling him he can't do it. It's likely that, just like Blonde Peter, Peter. B sees the pain and confusion that comes from starting as spider-man clear as day and if he can help miles avoid that, he will. Jake Johnson is phenominal in this role, helping show the depth behind this kind of peter. It best shows after the house fight: While Peter is trying to get Miles to stay behind and is willing to die to save his world... he's doing it for MOSTLY noble reasons. Miles really WASN'T ready and as Peter pointed out, he needed to be ready to just take a leap of faith. He's gone from wanting to abandon miles because he dosen't care.. to leaving him behind because he dosen't want his surrogate son to die horribly trying to fufill a promise he's not ready for. Granted like I said it's mostly noble: its very clear Peter. B is also doing this.. because he feels himself expendible. He has nothing to go back to, the others do. Miles has more to live for. If he dies staying here... what's he leaving behind? It's what makes his ending so rewarding: He sees miles finally take that leap and as I mentioned before he's nothing but happy Miles finally has got it and fights alongside his new son, realizing maybe he does want kids. He still plans to stay behind.. and the student becomes the teacher, with Miles pointing out he can't.. things with MJ aren't broken.. he still has time to make it right. He still has something to live for. It's hard.. but so was becoming spider-man for miles. If Peter. B is ready to die for this dimension.. he can live for MJ and for his protege. So he ends the film making up with her with Mj's smile showing she welcomes him back.. and as we'll see he really gets his happily ever after. But we'll get more on that next time.

Vault of Spiders

So now we've come to the other spider-people. First up our most prominent, Gwen, whose mostly taken 1:1 from the comics: She became Spider-Woman, then learned the great power great responsiblity lesson the hard way when she fought the lizard.. and he died revealing peter parker, her best friend who just wanted to be like her, leaving her alone. There's more to it, but that's best left for the next film when we get her origin in full. Gwen is done well here: the punk haircut fits her perfectly and Hailee Steinfeld is unsurprisingly awesome as her and gets Gwen's loneliness, standoffishness, and badassery perfectly, and we see her slowly open up to miles, with her doubts coming off less as bein ga jerk and more as being worried for him. We also get some nice subtle bits: while she mentions her best friends.. only WE know her best friend was a peter, and that being surrounded by about 4 of him and having to talk to aunt may, who she's also close to in her dimension, is likely a LOT for the poor kid. She also gets some genuinely cute moments with miles, from their first meeting in class, to the disastrous touch (and the later great brick joke of "you don't get to like it"), to the bus scene). Orignally the two WERE suppposed to be a couple.. but i'm glad they left the more overt romance for the sequels, as the films packed enough as is and it gives it more build. It's clear there's an attraction there.. there just isn't time for it given the possible dimensional apocalypse. That's what sequels are for.

That said I do think had they focused on just three spider-persons we might of had more of an arc for Gwen... instead we get a lot of personality but not who she is. I'd be harder on this.. but to the crews and the next batch of directors credit, they realized this and in the next film, and likely extending into Beyond, she's the deutragonist. So it's hard to be on this when they realized what they had next go round. The other spider-people on the other hand.. feel like a massive wasted opportunity. Casting wise it's all pitch perfect: Nicholas Cage is perfet for a noir parody and is utterly hilarious, John Mulaney's everyman voice is perfect for spider-ham, helping emphasise how weird this is, and Peni's serious nature and anime stylings are something the beloved Kimiko Glenn gets down perfectly. I was so happy to see her in a movie this size. And adaptation wise.. 2/3 ain't bad. Spider-Ham is pitch perfect from the source and Peni, while having her anime stylings here focused on a bit more, still has her science background and driven nature. Noir Peter though.. yeah while he's not TERRIBLE on his own in terms of actually adapting the character... it's wince inducing. I don't mind not going 1:1 and given the limited screen time I don't mind playing into the noir nature for laughs. My issue is more that Noir's world is so insanely dark, THAT could've been played for laughs instead. I mean again THIS is how peter gets his powers there.

Just have Nicholas cage casually rattle that off. I get not bringing up the rampant death but it just feels like a missed opprotunity to not really use anything from the actual comics other than the costume. The rubix cube joke is great. So you have three all time great performers.. but they don't get much to do. I was among the fans disapointed they weren't in the sequel, and only not as much as some others because I figured they were saving them for the sequel.. and after seeing the film and it's cliffhanger, that turned out to be EXACTLY it. It's a bummer they aren't in across but given how much it crammed into it's long runtime and how much it has left to go, and how the mystery of why noir and ham weren't with the society's whole creepy philosphy when their friends drank the kool aid is a neat hook.

They get great bits, Noir saying he has to burn his hand to feel something, Ham getting side eyed by the other two when he mentions he was a pig bitten by a spider.. which for those who didn't read the rest of the restrospective if your wondering ..

We also get a great drmatic bit. Originally in the scene where everyone sympathizes with Miles, Spider-ham made a stupid joke about his uncle frankfurter. it was funny.. but kinda wrecked the scene. So they instead switched it with one of the most heartbreaking lines in all of animation, which Mulaney NAILS.

Just the devistaition on that pig's face. And i'm hoping we find out what the fuck the story was there in Beyond.. but i'm perfectly happy with not knowing. Because it makes it that much more devistating. We don't know what he lost. We just know he hurts and that the hardest thing about being a spider-man.. is you just can't save them all. So naturally ham got a spinoff, Caught in a Ham. Caught in a Ham.. is decent a theatrical style short that explains what ham was doing. It's.. fine.. the various villian puns are fun and it clearly takes a lot from warner, but the animation is ENTIRELY cheap, and the villian, dr crawdaddy is just... what. Seriously you have so many fun animal versions of spideys rogues and better new foes.. and this is what you go with. And no making fun of how lame he is dosen't work. That jokes been done a lot. You have to do it well and they really didn't. Dr Crawdaddy is bad but it's not hialriously bad. Caught in a hami s okay but it was a massive disapointment and Mulaney deserved better.

So now we have those who can spin a web any size and catch a theif just like flies covered, we have to talk about one of spider-man's most important aspects The Superior Foes of Spider-Man

Look spider-man is popular for a lot of reasons: a deep facinating character no matter whose wearing the mask, a varied, visually intresting and cool power set, the idea that anyone can be spider-man. All this is true. But one of the biggest.. is his Rogues gallery. Spider-Man easily has one of the best rogues galleries in all of superhero fiction, with only batman providing competition. Just off the top of my head you have Green Goblin, Hobgoblin, Doc Ock, Electro, Beetle, Boomerang, Scorpion, The Kingpin, Rhino, Hammerhead, Tombstone, Shocker, Vulture, Kraven, Mysterio, The Lizard, Stegron the Dinosaur Man, The Spot, The Gibbon, Mr Negative, The Enforcers, Mountain Man Marko, Chance, Venom, Carnage, Hypno Hustler, Rocket Racer, Sandman, The Tinkerer, The Prowler, Lady Electro, White Rabbit, Overdrive, Hydro Man, Chameleon, The Iguana, and of course his greatest enemy PAUL.

Or Maybe it's Zeb wells. Who knows? The larger point is spider-man has a LARGE pool of villians to tap, so Lord and MIller's Solution: GRAB AS MANY AS POSSIBLE AND DO WHATEVER. Yeah while like i've said The Kingpin has a full sinister six going, even if sadly never 6 at once as one dies and he kills another, it still counts as their still all under him and just let me have this for once dammit. Seriously if it's not an ongoing cartoon, they will NOT give us the sinister six. Even far from home came as close as we've got and still didn't think maybe one more? LET ME HAVE A PROPER SINISTER SIX IN MY SPIDER-MAN MOVIE DAMMIT.

That said they really only focus on three of the six: the other villians in Fisk's posse are more there just to hit things and give us enough villians so every spider-man can have a turn. And given Spider-man has guys like the rhino that would fit the mold better I question why they went with Green Goblin and Tombstone. With the former i'll admit to being biased: Norman Osborn is one of my faviorite super villians and Harry is certainly somewhere on the list. One of the first spidey comics I read was Amazing Spider-Man #39, and it's followup #40, one of the best spidey comics of all time and with one of the best covers too

This was boosted both by the first Rami film, where Dafoe does a truly amazing job, and the ultimate comics where Norman , while bulking up a bunch is a serious horrifying threat. Here.. h'es just a dummy dum dumb and I get it to a point, part of it is to emphasise the alternate nature of miles universe: in most the green goblin is spider-man's greatest threat, here he's just one of many and while a challenge, not his arch enemy or even in the running it seems. It just dosen't work for me. I'm fine with making some changes, but this one just didn't qutie work. He does look really impressive though and I do get this is likely a me thing and it dosen't really HURT the film, so while I may not like it a bunch I can't say it's as bad as some adaptation changes. I'ts no "Peter dosen't have change for choclate milk and gets thrown it by the robber who kills uncle ben" or making harry osborn into some sort of gneeing snot monster.. and that's bEFORE he takes the goblin drugs.

Tombstone also isn't handled the best, as he's fairly smart and chilling in the comics. I don't take it as personally but it's still iffy to take a black man and make him subservient to a white man. That never plays well. Hammerhead would've been a better choice and still been visually distinct. I

Finally we have Scorpion who I DO like, nicely meshing maximus gargan, the ultimate scorpion who simply had super strength and a scorpion tail styled chain, with the regular one, so now the tail is attached to hima nd baadss, but he's still mexican and still awesome and he gets a great fight with Peni and Porker.

That said while I have my quibbles.. the main three villians.. are fantastic and give me plenty to gush about. We'll start with the big guy. Like with the Green Goblin (and the Hobgoblin, who sadly still hasn't gotten a big movie role as of this review. Someday...), i'm a HUGE fan of the kingpin and he's one of my faviorite super villians. No question. Wilson Fisk is a truly amazing character with tons of layers, intimdating style and intresting dynamics with both spider-man and dardevil. From his first apperance under john romita to his latest crashing on Krakoa , he's a devious mastermind whose trained his body to perfection. Granted I grew up with Spider-Man TAS, where they cleverly made him big bad, so I had a good first intro, but most adaptations handle him well and what little iv'e seen of the mcu version in hawkeye (I still need to watch netflix daredevil) is fucknig magical. Denofrio is great.

Liev Schriber though.. might be the best. He gets Wilson perfect: He has his cocky attitude.. but also his cold detachment. He can brag about starting the collider one minute.. and casually tell his right hand man to "go kill that guy". He can joke.. but ther'es never a moment on screen when your not deeply worried about him being there. There's not a moment you don't get WHY this guy was strong enough, smart enough and nightmarish enough to finish spider-man. I also love the design taking from a comic by the legendary bill sienkiewicz of x-men fame

It perfectly fits and while his proprotions are off.. it helps sell how diffrent he is from everything else. This man commands every room he's in and is a true giant, a looming reminder of blonde peter's death and the ultimate obstacle in our heroes way.

What I like though as while they easily could've just made Fisk evil and called it a day.. it's VERY clear how well the crew understood him.. as they also humanize him. Fisk isn't igniting the collider to make money selling multiversal hot dogs or something. This version lost his wife vanessa and son richard during a fight with spider-man: she saw what he really was and left... and they sadly died in a car crash. It's a great twist too: the comics have always had Vanessa, when she was alive, be the one thing that could pull fisk back from his crime... if only for so long. She never liked it , never accepted it and never wanted it. Richard was a grown man hwo hated it but then joined it then betrayed his dad and got killed.. it's a whole thing. Richard Fisk is a mess.

Fisk is at his core a man who just wants what he lost back but is so blinded by a combination of Trauma Goggles (a term kammie came up with) and his own ego. He can't accept that it was his fault a tragedy happened, that his wife had every right to run and that it was simply horrible, cruel timing that killed his wife. It's the horrible irony in all this: Wilson Fisk is a man who needs to control everything so badly he will rip time and space apart to get back what he lost.. but can't accept that there's NOTHING he can do to fix this, and that it was always his fault. It's who Wilson Fisk is and who he'll always be. It's most heartbreakingly shown when the same events play out again, just with a new vanessa and richard.. but he just can't accept HE'S the bad guy in all this and he drove his family away. In the end he's left with nothing, his empire crumbling, his family gone.. simply because he coudln't let go.

Now onto his right hand man, Aaron Davis, The Prowler. Like Kingpin... hang on.. something seems mi

[THREATNING DUBSTEB BLARES]

Better. Anyways, I was a huge fan of the Prowler. See back when I was in I think middle school, possibly earlier I had this book.

I wouldnt' mind getting another copy or the updated edition at some point. I also had these for X-Men and Fantastic Four. It's part of what really got me into these characters, but the spidey one was near and dear to my heart even as it sadly eventually fell apart. It was a lovely big ole book with profiles for all of spidey's villains, some of his side cast, and what have you up to the early 2000's. It was great.

So it's there I met the Prowler... Good Ol Hobie Brown

Yeah before another hobie became your friendly neighborhood anarchist, the original was a window washer who really wanted to invent, but this being the 60's and many a man being a classist or racist, Hobie instead came up with a pretty brilliant scheme: rob a building using his various inventions and a badass looking disguise, and then return the money for a reward as Hobie Brown.

Unfortunately the building he picked was naturally the Bugle, his old workplace (Though to JJJ's credit, when Hobie had an altercation with his boss, Jonah took hobie's side. Jonah may be many things but Racist isn't one of them)... and he was VERY lucky that it was peter parker, having to pull his punches for obvious reasons , he encountered. Hobie thought he'd killed the poor guy, naturally he hadn't and when encountering peter as spider-man later, not knowing the connection, he confessed and explained things. Peter being peter, and once unmasked seeing Hobie really wasn't that much older than him and had been through the shit, let the guy go and Hobie eventually had a happy ending. So how does aaron fit into this? Well like i've said in this review and covered previously, Miles comes from the Ultimate Universe, so given the prowler had a dope as hell costume, name but not a lot of use, he was perfect to refit as Mile's first archenmey and most personal nemisis.

Uncle Aaron in the comics.. is a bit of a dick. While I plan to cover this arc at some point, as it's REALLY good, Aaron after some time in mexican prison, finds out there's a new spider-man and having stolen the spider in the first place and actually seen it bite miles in this timeline, puts two and two together... and then tries to blackmail his nephew into working for him to make himself the new kingpin, the old one having been blown up with a rocket launcher by Mysterio.

He also died but rather than go out heroically , as we'll get to.. he went out because his suit backfired because he was stupid enough to kill the man who made it while trying to murder his 13 year old nephew.

Yeah it's a lot, and again i'll get into it some other time, but the film made the understandable decision to take about 5 to ten percent of there, and used that percentage to make him infinitely more badass.

This Aaron is an experinced supervillian, one who gives Peter trouble and has awesome theme music. The Prowler in the film is animalistic, moving at less frames than the other characters and being purely terrifying. It sells what Miles is facing: an unstoppable killing machine who just wants him dead. Which completely contrasts who Aaron is off duty. To him.. this is just a job and killing people is just what he does. Kingpin says jump, he says "what spider-man?". When not he's the cool uncle who gets introduced to fucking hypnotize. He's a smooth guy who while having terrible advice about ladies, also has good takes like "Smart girls are where it's at". The reason Miles confides in him more than his dad.. is easy to see. Aaron actually takes the time to reach miles on his level and try to gently coax miles into not totally hating his new school instead of saying WELL YOU'D BETTER LIKE IT. I mean Jeff is the better person, no question, he's killed exactly no one and for a cop that's impressive, but Aaron genuinely loves and supports his nephew even more than originally. It makes the contrast that much more horrific, that this perfectly kind, cool as hell guy.. can also casually hunt what he can CLEARLY tell is a child like a monster across a subway. It's no wonder finding out who Aaron is really rattles the poor kid.

It also makes his face turn that much more effective: it'd be easy to assume given how UTTERLY terrifying the film made him that like the comics, once Aaron finds out he wouldn't give one iota of a shit that this is his nephew. Instead Movie!Aaron.. is utterly horrified. Mahershla Ali does a hell of a job conveying the man's horror when Miles takes off his mask in a last ditch effort not to get choked to death, with Moore likewise conveying miles pain and desperation incredibly. The animation is also flawless here as you can just see Aaron realizing what he almost did.. and what he's likely done to counltess others like miles. How many kids did he kill simply because they saw something they shouldn't have? The horror is clear... adn the tragedy all the more painful when Kingpin coldly snipes him. All his power.. and aaron dies, encouraging his nephew to keep going and to be better. Aaron is an incredible character here, suprassing the already great original and I look forward to seeing more of ali in Beyond.

Finally we have Doc Ock aka...

The casting was genius idea.. that i'm baffled WASN'T always the plan. Originally Ock was supposed to still be a man and a bit more big lebowski'ish. And while it means we missed out on Steve Buschemi as the green goblin, one of the directors suggested Kathryn Hahn, all around queen of awesome and perfect fit. It also fits the story better: Dock Ock being "Gasp" a pudgy guy who looks a lot like me? Not a huge suprise. But a scientest we simply see in the background and assume is someone shady, but turns out to be dock ock complete with soft robotics tentacles? Fucking brilliant. It plays genre expectations against us: normally the messy haired science lady is on our side, as peter assumed.. instead Ock is fully on board with this scheme and even actively decives kingpin to get it thorugh. Oliva is ock in every sense of the word and is easily our heroes most dangerous opponent that isn't king sized. It takes THREE spider-men to wear her down and a fucking truck ex machina to finish her. Hahn, as usual has a lot of fun with the roll and it's no shock disney wanted to get in on this, and I can't wait for Agatha coven of chaos after her amazing work on Wandavision. Hahn is just neat and Olivia is great. Also nice subtly saying gay rights with Liv being implied to be Aunt May's ex in this reality too. Did it also involve a nuclear explosion on an island off of canada? One can only hope.

Odds, Ends and Sick Beats

So character wise we only have a few left to go over. First up is Rio, Miles supportive kind mom. She dosen't get a ton to do here but what we see is great and like Gwen, it's clear the writers realized they didn't use her as much and the sequel dives into her more and makes her just as important as her husband.

Then we have Ganke. In the comics, Ganke is miles lego loving best friend, his closest confidant and he helps ease the tension of being spider-man.. but given said tension drives the whole plot here, I get why they eased back. The other reason.. is understandable if disapointing. See the MCU Version of Ned Leeds, Ned Lee.. is basically Ganke. Close friends with our spider-man? Likes lego? bit of a nerd? Serves as his "guy in the chair". All check. And ned is great, he's fantastic and if I ever get to the mcu trilogy, i'll defintely have plenty good to say. It just meant Ganke had nothing to really do and is thus off to the side for these films. It's disapointing but I can understand it.. and he still gets a great scene in the spider-people trying to avoid him.. also Peni was blushing like mad. I need followup on this ship next film crew.

We also have Stan's cameo.. which is heartbreaking, but man was it good and it served as a great tribute to the man without being meant as one. It also gently jabs at his huckster nature with the no refunds sign. Oh stan... I miss you man.

Finally we have the films soundtrack. It's so damn good and it uses music beautifully: It has standouts like What's Up Danger, which i've talked about. Sunflower which thematically fits the film and the miles gwen romance, and Hypnotize, which perfectly sums up who aaron is when he' s not stalking children like some sort of feral cat man. I was going to talk about it more in depth, but it's just fanatastic.. and frankly this review is both horribly behind as is. It's a great sountrack and an all timer, both in the music made for it, the ones chosen for it and the backing tracks. Stupendous

So that brings us to the end of this long look.. and it should go without saying by this far in.. this film is a masterpiece. It's great as an adaptation, phenominal on it's own, groundbreaking, and I'll be revisiting it again and I feel terrible I didn't because I noticed so much more the second time around. This project has been a lot.. but it's also been some of the most fun i've had ont his blog. As i've already announced... we will be doing this one more time for beyond, and possibly again for across' theatrical release as that seems like it's not going to be as soon as Sony hopes. Either way i'm still shooting for the films current release date in march, so we'll be back with this in november or december with some other spidey plans in the mix as well. So thanks for taking the leap with me.. and hopefully you'll stick around. Until then... thanks for reading... and remember.. anyone can wear the mask... especailly you.

[melanthiosthescreamer]

Genshin Gnosticism theory

I went a little too far down the rabbit hole that is the internet tonight, and I stumbled upon something that made a few things click in my brain. Analysis isn't something I'm very comfortable with, so please bear with me for a moment. Also, I'm well aware this is a connection that has already made. Try to think of this as my perspective on the theory!

(disclaimer! I'm in no means an expert on gnosticism, all I have to my name is surface level knowledge on the subject and maybe a dash of delusion. You can be the judge of that, though)

I'm not sure if you know where the word "Gnosis" comes from, but it's the Greek word for knowledge. Cool, right? I'd say what's even cooler is the ties this word has to Gnosticism.

Essentially, gnosticism is a belief in "demiurge" (which literally translates to "craftsman"), which they believe created the universe.

the direct definition:

"a heavenly being, subordinate to the Supreme Being, that is considered to be the controller of the material world and antagonistic to all that is purely spiritual."

(key word : ANTAGONISTIC)

They pretty much think that "God" (aka the demiurge) is an evil being who imprisoned humanities souls into flesh, and that our souls, or spirits, are sort of "divine" things that are being suppressed because of this. Not only that, but Jesus was sent to save us from this.

another direct quote:

"...Christ was an emissary of the remote supreme divine being, esoteric knowledge (gnosis) of whom enabled the redemption of the human spirit."

They discourage things like reproduction because in their minds it's just a tool being used by the demiurge to keep us trapped within these bodies.

Anyway, my brain connected this to genshin at "god is actually evil and oppressing us" because, who have we been learning not to completely trust throughout the game? Celestia! And we see how the Archons are not so subtly giving AWAY their gnosis (knowledge?) for this liberation (which could also be why they're named after demons)

The ONE nation that has no Archon controlling it, and what does Celestia do? demand everyone destroy it! and the thing is we KNOW Khaenri'ah was a well developed and welcoming community, in fact it seemed to be doing vastly better off without an archon to rule over it.

And hey, the other archons probably DO realize this, right? why else would they willingly give away their symbols of power? relinquish their control over their nations?

A rundown, for anyone who needs to job their memories:

• Venti has a drunk bard persona and lives comfortably among the people of Mondstat. We are also aware of him lying about how Archons remain so powerful, how he likely let Signora take his gnosis, and his thoughts about ruling a nation through force

• Zhongli faked his death and then destroyed every other contract he's ever made, leaving everything to the hands of humanity, essentially beginning the process of his own eradication from human history

• In her story quest, Raiden has a realization about her plans for Eternity, and while she still has power over Inazuma, seems to have realized the error in her ways and is taking the steps towards a new direction (which she fought 500 years with the shogun for)

• Nahida is generally still growing as the new dendro archon, but has still has a more casual (as casual you can be with your god) relationship with her saviours. Not only that, but she also literally gave away both hers and Raidens Gnosis

• Focalors crafted an ingenious plan 500 years prior (fall of Khaenri'ah) to trick the heavenly principles, and essentially destroy the position of "Hydro Archon", whilst also giving full power back to Neuvillette (a hyrdo sovereign dragon)

A few things: I have NO idea where Paimon would fit into all this, but she no doubt has ties to Celestia. Also, a lot of huge plot points all point to what happened 500 years ago (Khaenri'ah, Focalors, the rifthounds in Inazuma, spread of cursed knowledge in Sumeru, and probably more I can't remember right now).

Also, I'm fairly certain that this "curse of flesh" is just the Hilichurls, let me know if you think differently though.

There are most definitely a lot more ties that my sleep deprived self couldn't dig up, but i'll report back if I find anything else 🫡

[antlermoss]

Walked for graduation today with my feather. It meant the absolute world to me to be able to celebrate my culture as well as my accomplishments.

I don't always feel "native enough", I think blood quantum is stupid, even if I have my blue card and pedigrees and whatever. Due to family issues I'm estranged from my community (it doesn't help we're in separate states, either, heheh), but I know that if I try to forget my native heritage I'm just erasing my family's history. My grandfather may not have been the greatest man, I wouldn't know since I've only seen him in spirit, but he loved my mom and he loved us. I've been trying to reach out to his other kids and family, but it's nerve wracking. If they don't want me, if they reject my efforts to keep our culture alive because of my grandmother's blood in my veins, then I lose such a massive part of my identity.

Whatever the case, I do my best. I'm the first in our immediate family to wear a feather to graduation, me and my mom worked together to complete all the necessary forms and requests. Because I did that, my sister will have the opportunity to wear her ceremonial feathers to her high school graduation. I hope she never doubts the legitimacy her heritage like I have, I hope that she remembers how I made her fry bread and that she remembers all of the folk tales we tell her. I hope Grandpa is proud of me and Mom. I hope all of the men and women who came before look down on me and understand that I'm trying to keep their culture and memory alive even though I'm so far from either one of their homes.

That was a lot of rambling for not much, so here's a funny story. I'm located in a different state than the reservation my tribe is on, and my tribe isn't particularly common down here. In fact, native folks in general aren't real common down here, it was a huge issue for me as a kid because I didn't understand why nobody else really looked like my family. Anyhoo, I go on this date with this pretty boy with long black hair, dark eyes and high cheek bones. He mentions he's native while I'm telling my famous "Indian Skin" story (if anyone requests that I will share) and I excitedly ask what tribe. .

It's the same tribe as me. Red flags immediately. Why? Well, my grandad had seven or eight kids total, each one had kids of their own, and I have no idea what their names are or where they are.

Immediately I ask this guy who his grandpa is. He can't remember his name, but mentions he was a biker.

My grandpa was a biker. The red flags have become alarm sirens. I am about to throw up because I went on a date with my cousin.

I give him my grandpa's name and, thank God, it's totally alien to him. We are not related. What a close fucking call though, lmao.

[hookaroo]

Laden of the Torn (9 of 25)

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***

9 months ago…

Stashed among the countless books and scrolls that made up the tower’s extensive library, one folded piece of parchment contained a hand-sketched map of Neverland.

Not the real thing, of course: Killian had burned that wretched rag stained with far too much blood, filth, and despair the moment he’d managed to finally free himself of that cursed place. Its successor--a much-censored, overly positive version created more from imagination than memory--served as a visual backdrop to the fanciful tales he would concoct whenever Alice asked of his history there. She knew vaguely of the island’s dangers, and the tribe of feral children posing the greatest of its threats, but this map and its accompanying adventure stories painted more a vision of a tropical paradise than the jungles of Hell that it truly was.

Alice sat perusing that map now, idly outlining wave shapes in a blue far more bright and beautiful than any the moonlit, eternal night could ever produce. Nearby, Killian was attempting to mend a beloved doll that had fallen victim to an excessively enthusiastic game of Alice’s own creation. The seams had been stitched so many times through the years that it seemed to be composed more of leftover threads of all types than the fabric of its origin. Alice still played with it though, and any source of comfort was worth preserving for as long as possible.

“Papa?” Alice began. 

“Mmhmm?” Killian replied, mentally preparing for a trip to Fantasy-Neverland that hopefully wouldn’t include a detour through Memory-Neverland on the way out.

“Do you think that Captain Smee would ever return to Neverland, if he could find the way there again?”

Killian hid a smirk and pulled on a carefully placed thread to tighten the knot. “I very much doubt it, Starfish. Captain Smee has always been… rather a timid man at heart. I think he prefers to stick to the familiar tides of this land, and keep the wilds of Neverland safely tucked away in memory.”

“But… didn’t you once say that the reason he snuck aboard the Jolly Roger in the first place was to steal a magic bean so that he could trade it for immortality?”

Raising an eyebrow, Killian looked up in surprise. “You have a very good memory, love.”

“And you told me that no living thing in Neverland ever grows old.”

“True…”

“So if he truly wants to live forever, all he needs to do is to go back! I hope he does. Then when we get out of this tower, maybe you and I could go there too, Papa!”

She could not know the icy terror that gripped his soul at the thought, nor of the visions that sometimes haunted his hours both waking and sleeping… his exact worst nightmare, innocently longed for in such a casual manner. Heart suddenly pounding, Killian swallowed the sickening dread constricting his throat and presented as calm a demeanor as he could muster.

“Aren’t you forgetting one not-so-small detail?”

“Am I?”

“Surely I must have mentioned a certain horrid little boy who makes Neverland his home. An eternity in his domain is hardly the paradise you’re imagining it to be.”

“Oh.” Alice looked crestfallen, and though Killian always hated disappointing her, he could not stop the wave of relief from coursing through him when it seemed she had accepted his objection. Adding one final stitch to the doll’s ragged seam, he was quick to assure her,

“There are dozens of other beautiful places I’ll take you one day, Alice, where we’ll have adventures much more exciting than we could ever find on that godsforsaken refuse heap. Remember? The Sea of Glass, and Rainbow Falls, and the purple cliffs where the goats climb right up the vertical rock faces…”

He trailed off when he heard a miserable sniffle from his little girl. She was staring down at the tabletop, obviously not seeing the map laid out before her as she quietly wiped away tears. Hastily, he severed the thread and laid it aside, then moved to kneel at her side. He placed the doll in her lap and reached up to stroke the hair back from her face.

“Alice? What is it, love?

She sniffed again, met his eyes briefly, then looked away.

There were periods of time when her circumstances got the better of her, and understandably so. Killian had always done his best to console her, but it would never truly be all right until he could free her from this damned tower. And the more she grew up, the heavier the burden was for both of them.

“I’m sorry, Starfish; it must be frustrating to hear of wondrous places without the ability to see them yet. But I promise you will someday; you’ve just got to keep--”

“You’re going to die one day, aren’t you?”

The tiny voice took Killian by surprise, and he fell silent. This wasn’t at all where he had thought the conversation was heading. It made sense in hindsight, though. She wasn’t asking about Neverland for the adventures, or for immortality for Smee… it was all about Killian’s mortality.

“Oh, Alice…” He pulled her into his chest, wrapping her tightly in his arms. Gently, he murmured, “I don’t want you to be worrying about that, love. Not for a long, long time. You have enough to think about.”

Alice squeezed him back, shaking with sobs and saying,

“I don’t want you to die, Papa, not ever! I love you so much I think I would die too!” She pulled away and scrubbed at her face, continuing in one long, hysterical breath. “I couldn’t bear to live without you--I don’t care about Pan; if we went to Neverland, then we could be together forever!”

Killian watched her for a beat, unconsciously stroking her hair as his heart broke. He understood exactly how she felt; he would give anything to ensure he’d never be separated from her, as well. But there was an additional element to her anticipatory grief. Once he was gone, if she were still trapped here, she would be completely alone, probably for the rest of her life. It was too horrible to even imagine. And here he was, pretending like he didn’t constantly think about what would become of her if something should happen to him.

Tenderly, Killian covered her hands with his, willing her to feel how overwhelmingly powerful his love was for her.

“It isn’t easy,” he admitted quietly, “thinking about losing someone you care for. I feel much the same way about you. And sadly, part of what makes life so special is its brevity. But you can’t let that overshadow or take away from the time that you do have with your loved ones.”

He reached up to wipe a tear from her cheek, feeling his own eyes brimming. “I hold on to a piece of everyone I’ve loved: my mother, my brother… Milah… after each loss, there were days when I felt like I couldn’t go on. But you know what? I’m so very glad I did. Because that brought me to the greatest joy in my life.”

Killian waited until Alice tentatively met his gaze, and he confirmed her unasked question with a watery, adoring grin. She could not resist a shaky half-smile in response. Killian embraced her again, planted a soft kiss on the top of her head, then rested back into his crouch, watching her compose herself. After one final hand across her eyes, Alice mumbled,

“Thank you, Papa.”

“I love you, Alice.” 

He got slowly to his feet, stifling any outward sign that his joints were not quite as young as they used to be, then added,

“Try to stop worrying, love. I plan to be around for quite a long time yet.”

***

Less than a month later,

“I plan to be around…” echoed through his head as ten paces were marked and two bullets flew.

“Quite a long time yet…” rang in his ears as he collided with the tower wall, a new and deadly pain coursing through the center of his chest.

“A long time…” mocked him as melancholy rain drenched him, body and spirit, and evil laughter gave way to devastated wailing from on high.

“A long time…” continued to destroy him now with its meaningless, endless promise, as hope and resources dwindled.

What a fool he had been.

***

Present Day…

Killian woke with an ache in his throat and chest: a common occurrence these days. Apparently, despite his resolution to make use of the alone time, he had fallen asleep instead. He rubbed his eyes and scoured the clearing for any sign of Blackbeard, but the other man had not yet returned. 

He should conserve his strength, try and rest some more and prepare for whatever ordeals lay ahead. But there was only one thing that could begin to soothe the pain of the familiar nightmare-flashback he’d just experienced, and he knew he owed it to Alice to make the attempt as well. This was the longest he’d gone without connecting ever since he’d acquired the mirror, and the worry would be eating her alive. So, despite the danger and the various pains afflicting him, Killian finished freeing himself from the ropes and forced himself up to retrieve Blackbeard’s unattended satchel. 

No hook, of course; no weapons of any kind, or even any food. Killian was immensely relieved to find his black rook near the bottom, which he stashed in an inside pocket closest his heart. But Blackbeard had taken everything else of value, leaving only a few first aid supplies and other odds and ends… one of which was Killian’s mirror, blessedly intact despite its careless treatment. With mild surprise, he noted that the ceremonial cloth once containing bread remnants now protected the mirror’s glass face, somehow counted amongst his possessions recovered from the quarry transport guards. Maybe the rumors of its mystical powers were indeed true… and he was finally about to put it all to the test.

After stashing the dusty cloth back into the satchel, Killian grasped the mirror’s handle and drew a few calming breaths.

“Alice?” he called quietly. “Are you there, love?”

Her likeness materialized almost immediately, as if she’d been expecting him to call.

“Papa!” she cried in tremulous delight. “Are you all right? I’ve been so worried!”

The cursed tingle in his heart told him all he needed to know. That sickening mold residue, another failure of a lead--this one costing him dearly, its total sum yet to be determined. Killian tried not to let his disappointment show as he gave her a reassuring smile.

“I’m okay, but I haven’t got long. I just wanted to make sure--”

A distant oath sounded from somewhere beyond the twist in the canyon, and Killian froze for an instant. Then, hastily, he hissed,

“I’m sorry, Starfish; I need to go, but I’ll try again as soon as I’m able.”

“Hook? Who is that you’re talking to?”

Killian still could not see Blackbeard, but that villain had to be close. He lunged for the satchel and, over Alice’s muffled protests, he thrust the mirror back into its hiding place just as his red-clad captor sauntered into view. 

Then he remembered what the sorcerer had told him about the enchantment: both parties had to agree to the connection being severed. And, judging by the continuing prickle beneath his breastbone and the quiet sounds emanating from the satchel, Alice had not been willing to let her father go so quickly.

“What the devil are you up to?” sneered Blackbeard. He tossed the waterskins carelessly on the ground and stumbled over to menace Killian.

“It’s nothing, mate; only searching for a bit of food is all. I’m completely famished.”

Blackbeard snorted. “Well, that makes a change. No more heaving your guts out, then?”

He cocked his head, listening, and Killian answered quickly and too loudly.

“It looks as if you were at least successful at locating water? If you want me to make it to the genie monkeys, you’ll have to be a bit more generous than you're accustomed to--”

“Shhh!” hissed Blackbeard, holding up a hand. Without pause, Killian said,

“What are you listening to? I don’t hear anything, and we should probably get a move on if we’re to make any progress before sundown--”

It didn’t work. Blackbeard lunged for the satchel, and though Killian made a feeble attempt to keep it from him, the bigger man easily tore it from his grasp. Killian clambered to his feet, desperate to stop what he knew was coming.

Blackbeard immediately zeroed in on the noise-making mirror, and he let the satchel and the rest of its contents fall to the ground.

“Papa?” squeaked Alice, and Blackbeard leered.

“What’s this? That the child you abandoned?”

Killian took a step forward, hand outstretched, feeling like he was moving through mud. “Blackbeard… please…”

“Oops.”

Blackbeard laughed loudly. The mirror “slipped” from his fingers. Killian dove for it. Alice’s frightened image flipped around and around in midair. The ball and chain hampered Killian’s lunge. His fingertips just brushed glass before it shattered on the razor stones. Alice’s voice cut abruptly to silence.

Breathing heavily, Killian sat on his knees and stared at the remnants of his only link with his daughter. Even if he managed to escape and find his way back to the sorcerer who had arranged the enchantment, he could not afford to pay the exorbitant price a second time, not without considerable effort… or risking additional imprisonment by doing something illicit. “Blackbeard… you… bastard!”

Unconcerned, Blackbeard chided,

“You may want to be careful throwing that term around, considering…”

Killian seethed, still watching the shimmering halo of glass shards as if they could somehow reassemble themselves on their own. “That was her only connection to the outside world!”

“And whose fault is that, really? I’m not the one who trapped her there, nor the father foolish enough to go and get his heart cursed so she’s left with no one. Frankly, I’m surprised you’ve managed to live with the guilt for this long.”

Blackbeard bent down and scooped the few scattered supplies back into his satchel, then flung the strap over his shoulder. “Taking you to the monkeys is a kindness. They’ll quickly put you out of your misery.”

None-too-gently, he draped one of the waterskins over his captive’s shoulder and dragged him to his feet. Then he reached for the mirror’s empty frame. Killian glared daggers at him as he turned it over once in his hand.

“Glue in a bit of cheap, ordinary glass and it will fetch a copper or two,” said Blackbeard. He stuffed the frame in with the rest of his belongings, then hauled up the remaining skin of water and took a large swig. Noting the hatred in Killian’s stare, he rolled his eyes and waved at the waterskin Killian was holding, encouraging him to drink.

“The girl has my sympathies,” he remarked mildly. “But not my allegiance. And a broken mirror won’t matter in the slightest once you become the monkeys’ main course.”

In truth, Killian was nearly as angry at himself for being so reckless as he was at Blackbeard for callously destroying the enchanted mirror. But even so, the wanton cruelty of the act filled him with loathing.

“You will regret making an enemy of me,” he snarled. Blackbeard only scoffed.

“Empty threats. Never heard those before.” He once again pointed to Killian’s water. “Now drink up. We’ve a long way to go before nightfall.”

[tormxntum]

{fRichard Madden, 35, genderfluid, they/them} We are so glad to see you safe, [COMMANDING OFFICER OF MILITARY] [CAILEAN ALEXANDER FERGUSSON] of [SCOTLAND]! It’s dangerous out in the world these days, but I hear that you are [DEDICATED] and [IDEALISTIC] enough to handle it. Just don’t let your [CALCULATING] bring you down! Stay on your guard, because with your secret being at risk for exposure, you wouldn’t want everyone to find out [AS THE LEADER OF A GROUP OF REBELS THAT ARE HELLBENT ON DETHRONING THE STUARTS, THEY SHOULD WANT SCOTLAND TO BE A DEMOCRATIC COUNTRY, BUT THEY SECRETLY WANT THE THRONE FOR THEMSELF]. 

The History Forgotten By Most

Cailean’s family may now reside in a luxurious manor in a town not far from Edinburgh. They may own more land than they know what to do with, and the entire country respects them, but it has all been built on lies. Cailean was not born within the mansion walls, nor were they born with a silver spoon in their mouth. They were five years old when their mother told them that their name was now Cailean Alexander Fergusson, a name fit for the son of a chief, but they couldn’t understand why they had to change their last name and why they had to forget about where they were born... But they never forgot how they grew up in a small cottage in Sutherland, in the northern part of the highlands. Nor will they forget how their parents were farmers who barely had enough food to feed their six children, yet they never gave up. They worked hard, and so did their children, and while they didn’t have much, they were happy and content. 

Cailean only has a few memories from when they lived in Sutherland. But they remember their brothers' cold toes against their shin while sharing a bed with two of their older brothers, and they remember their back and knees aching after a long day of working out in the field. They remember being happy, or maybe they have always looked at the time in their old home through rose-colored glasses because of what happened next.

They had been too young to understand why they had lost their land. How was a child supposed to understand that the reason their stomach growled was because of their king's greed? They couldn't have possibly known their family was yet another victim of the Highland clearances. With their land lost, their little cottage burning, and their family starving, they moved south, hoping their luck would finally favor them. 

They moved between towns, hoping their father would get a job, but there was nothing for him. Cailean couldn't understand it. If Scotland was doing great after the new king had taken the throne, then why was their family suffering?

Their Luck Did Favour Them At Last. 

It could have only been their father’s sheer desperation that led him to the ancestral home of the Fergusson clan after the death of the chief, claiming the chiefdom to be their birthright. He had no legitimate claim for the title; his family knew that, yet somehow, he managed to produce proof and earn the respect of the people who called themselves the Sons of Fergus, the sons of the angry. 

They went from being on the brink of starvation to one of the most influential families in Scotland. Cailean’s father became one of the closest friends of the Stuart king, but he never forgot the hunger or shame of losing his farm. He made sure no one could ever doubt their legitimacy. He threw the most glamorous balls, and his children excelled in their studies and military careers, but none had forgotten; Cailean and their siblings shared his anger towards the king and the monarchy; they wanted to watch it burn. 

As the years passed by and the kids grew older, their father passed; it seemed as if the anger about the struggle they were forced to face because of people whose greed overshadowed everything else had died with him, but Cailean never forgot. 

The Rebellion

From a young age, Cailean harbored a burning desire for revenge, yet they lacked a concrete plan for revolution. Their decision to leave home at sixteen was not driven by a desire to overthrow the king, nor was their attraction to their commanding officer rooted in his rebel status. However, these seemingly unrelated choices would soon thrust them into the heart of a revolution.

Perhaps Cailean would have returned home to the manor they didn't belong in, disgruntled by how things worked in Scotland but content with what they had if it hadn't been for Malcolm. 

Years later, Cailean would wonder whether they were only drawn to him because of his position within the rebellion or if they truly loved him. He offered them a chance to get the revenge they had longed for; with him, they could at least try to make Scotland a better place. 

Cailean was blinded by what they could accomplish; they did not take a moment to think of the danger they were putting themselves in, not even when Malcolm came up with the wild idea of assassinating the king. What could go wrong? Of course, everything went wrong. He was arrested, leaving the rebellion and Cailean utterly lost. 

Cailean and the rebellion would have faded into the shadows with Malcolm's death if the king had not extended an unexpected offer. But this opportunity was too significant to ignore. They had to seize it and, in doing so, get one step closer to bringing the Stuarts to their knees. 

Now, years later, they are the commanding officer of the Scottish military and the leader of rebels who are hellbent on dethroning the Stuarts. They used to dream of Scotland becoming a democratic country, and they fought for it. But now they wish to sit on the throne the Stuarts didn't deserve.

TL:DR

While everyone believes Cailean is the son of a chief, making their family part of the elite, it is all based on a lie. Their family were poor highland farmers who had to leave their home after their landlord and the king took their land for their own gain. After traveling between towns looking for employment, Cailean’s father forged their lineage to take advantage of the death of the Fergussons’ chief. He was a fraud who, along with his family, managed to infiltrate the elite of Scotland and, eventually, the king. Cailean was never able to forget their anger, not even after their father passed away. 

They ran away from home when they were 16 years old, joining the military, where they met Malcolm. A charismatic commanding officer of the military and a leader of a rebel group. They were drawn to him, but were they in love with him or the possibility of using his rebels to punish the monarchy? After Malcolm was arrested when an assassination attempt went wrong, Cailean became the commanding officer, and they used their new position to make the rebellion even stronger than it had been under Malcolm. They would not stop at nothing until the Stuarts’ name would be forgotten. But do they want a new democracy like France, or do they believe someone else should control Scotland? Perhaps the rebels themselves? 

[doctors-journal]

5 May

I’m up in my new bedroom now. It’s fine. It came already furnished with more than I could possibly need. The walls are bare, but there’s a nice large window, currently hazed over with dark, evening mist.

As planned, the detective and I met at Barts at noon today to sort everything out. When I arrived, he was already standing outside having a smoke. He dresses very nicely, but it doesn’t hide how undernourished he is.

I’m not sure what I expected, since apparently, yesterday was all an act, but today he was pretty much the same, maybe a little more aloof. I’m still not sure what to make of him.

He waited to greet me until I had come a little closer. “Good afternoon, Doctor.” He gripped my hand with some effort again.

It turns out the flat isn’t far from Barts, and it was another nice, cool, cloudy day, so we just walked.

“I perceive this is hardly your first errand of the day, and if I am not mistaken, that is the scuff of a midnight stroll upon your shoe.”

“Yes, I was up early,” I said, taken aback. After what Liza told me yesterday, I had to ask, “You’re a detective?”

He smirked and lifted his chin. “I have made a trade of my own. I suppose I am the only one in the world. I’m a consulting detective, if you can understand what that is. Here in London, we have lots of Government detectives and lots of private ones. When these fellows are at fault, they come to me, and I manage to put them on the right scent. They lay all the evidence before me, and I am generally able, by the help of my knowledge of the history of crime, to set them straight.”

Now that I know what to listen for, I think that was another scene he recited from memory.

“You’re also an actor?” I asked.

“The ability to take on a variety of roles is essential to the work of the simplest detective, as to suture is essential to your surgery. I perfect it as I must any part of my craft. But I see that you, Doctor, are as much a stalwart man of action as a physician.”

I couldn’t say what he meant by that. “I just do what’s needed.”

He dismissed it with a wave. “Of course, my dear Doctor.”

It sounds weirdly affectionate when I write it out, but he said it without much feeling at all, and maybe a touch of irony.

Anyway, we got to the flat. It turned out that the detective had already moved in and made himself comfortable. Most of his boxes were already unpacked, and his things were all over the place, mostly papers, though I saw a knife stuck in the mantle and a violin tossed haphazardly in a corner. But the place was fine and so cheap that I couldn’t refuse, especially not after the hotel.

I’ve moved in now, not like I have much to move. The whole place is already furnished, though I don’t know how much is the detective’s and how much was already there. My room is on the second floor. Everything else is downstairs. It’s more space than I could possibly need, especially since I doubt I’ll be around much.

When I got back from picking my things up at the hotel, the detective was in the kitchen making dinner, and he invited me to join him. It wasn’t bad, though neither of us had much of an appetite. He made some attempts at conversation, but I was tired even though I haven’t been that busy today. I didn’t stay downstairs long.

I should try to sleep while I have the chance.

[cat-arsenal]

Hold Me Like a Grudge (Gavin x Lasko Royal AU) Ch. 10

Gavin lays in Lasko's bed, gently running his fingers through Lasko's hair and listening to his breathing, which had gradually deepened and evened out. He'd been crying. Not hard, or long, or sobbing, just a silent cascade of tears seemingly out of the blue. Gavin doesn't know the exact cause, but he knows it comes from the deep well of sorrow that Lasko had brought with him from Dahlia, that weighed more heavily on him some days than others.

Tonight, it seems to have overflowed.

Whatever it was had such a grip on him that he couldn't--or wouldn't--speak when Gavin first arrived.

Gavin is very fond of Lasko. More fond than he'd been of someone in a long time. They have fun together, talking openly about their lives and interests, occasionally discussing politics, eating together, wandering the kingdom, getting closer and closer each day.

He wants to help him now more than he did all those months ago, when Lasko was quiet and closed-off, before he would walk the castle with confidence and initiate affectionate contact with Gavin, before Gavin had any special feelings toward him.

Lasko's feelings are always mixed, his positive moods tinged with hesitation or sadness or shame. But the ratio had been gradually changing, the pain and embarrassment lessening in the wake of happiness and curiosity. Gavin is proud to be partially responsible for that, but it isn't entirely his doing. Much of it is Lasko's own work to come out of his shell, to learn and experience life, to get to know people. He often sees him talking with servants or visitors to the castle, posture easy, and Gavin is proud.

He thinks about what Lasko had told him of his history: his peaceful childhood, unsupportive parents, devotion to the military, the weirdness of the situation that brought him to Deciderium. "Diplomatic mission," supposedly.

Gavin smirks at the thought of how he usually does "diplomacy," frowns at the memory of Lasko's terror upon their first meeting. Who had made him think that he was in danger, and why? Was it just paranoia? Misinformation?

Or something more sinister that Lasko had kept from him?

He had convinced himself that he didn't need to know what had caused Lasko's fear, as long as he made sure it didn't come true. But he begins to think investigation may be necessary.

Lasko shifts in his arms before resettling, and Gavin is struck by how much he adores him. Lasko, strong and clever and withdrawn until he lets himself relax and open up. Lasko, with his long lashes and bright eyes and broad shoulders and lips Gavin just knows are soft.

Gavin sighs.

He knows Lasko likes him. Knows very well that Lasko wants him. Knows without a doubt that he could make Lasko feel incredible, let him forget everything but the two of them for just a little while.

"I could bring you rapture," he murmurs. But Lasko is still afraid, and Gavin won't push him, not that far. It isn't right if he has to be coerced, not for either of them. "You're safe with me," he promises again, "Whatever you need."

As sunlight starts to filter into the room, Lasko blinks a few times, lifting his head to peer up at his incubus-shaped pillow. "Gavin?" he asks blearily. Gavin smiles.

"Good morning, Lasko." Lasko drops his head back onto Gavin's chest for a moment before jolting upright.

"D-did I sleep on you all night?" he yell-whispers. Gavin laughs.

"Yes," he tells him, "but you're very nice to hold, so don't worry."

"Oh. Okay." Lasko rubs his reddening face. "Thank you. F-for staying with me."

"Of course," Gavin says softly. "I'll share your bed whenever you like." Lasko laughs and gives him a half-hearted shove.

"You just say things!"

"Only things I mean," Gavin says, quiet and serious. Lasko clears his throat and looks away. 

"I need to wash my face. Then maybe we can get breakfast?"

"I'd love that," Gavin agrees, and leaves Lasko to his rituals.

[candy-and-medicine]

ok, i’m not done with the animatic, but i need to yap a little bit about it to find my motivation again so like 😔

the song i used was “bad idea” from the waitress which ( ・∇・) yea it’s THAT song hehe BUT IT’S STILL PLOT RELEVANT IT’S JUST LIKE WAY, WAY DOWN THE LINE IN THEIR ARC

i’m only using the ending bit of the song, so the 1st (actual) line of the video starts with “i know what’s right for me. it’s the only thing i’ve ever/i’ve never done”. this shows where ro and yagen differ in how they’ve made decisions so far in their lives.

yagen takes dr. pomatter’s line, knowing what should be good for him and not dwelling as heavily on the past, especially compared to the rest of his comrades. in general, he’s very rational and knows how to take charge of a situation in order to mitigate further conflict and harm both to himself and others.

ro, taking jenna’s line, self-sabotages herself all the time. while she knows what’s good for her, she falls into a habit of telling herself she’s not “worthy” of having it and draws away before her and the other party can get hurt. she knows she needs to heal, she knows the people around her can help her, but at the same time, this isolation feels almost comforting to her. this was how she spent a majority of her “childhood” after all.

the next line tho: “what if i never see myself ever be anything more than what i’ve already become?” unifies them.

yagen is taken back (in memory) to honnouji (ofc 😔). these were his last memories as a sword, falling victim to the roaring blaze before being lost to history. this line for yagen references that small bit of uneasiness at the back of his mind. how his manifestation relied on several anecdotes and speculations and later on how he was viewed by the saniwa as being a mere means to an end. he has a strong sense of loyalty, of course, but getting closer to ro has raised some doubts that were uncomfortably human. who was yagen toushirou? truly? was he bound by duty to always do his master’s will? even as a touken danshi? here is the sword fabled to be sharp enough to pierce through stone but to never harm their master. but what if the situation called for him to cut them down for their own good? what’s more important then: his master’s safety or the objective greater good? a role of a sword is to slice whatever its wielder intends to slice. but what is a sword if there is no one to use it?

ro, on the other hand, is also haunted by memories of her past. she goes back to the night of when she got cursed. her 1st kill, made out of anger, envy, and recklessness from her youth. from then on, she was fated to always bring harm to those she came to love. will she never move past this curse of hers? will she always be fated to be as lonely as she was before? and if this love, this final infatuation, wasn’t reciprocated, she would die being nothing more than what she already was. and without ever having known what it was like to love and be loved.

throughout the video, too, the way they get compared to each other can be seen in the lighting at the beginning. yagen’s always bathed in light, representing not only the flames he was lost in but also the way he always looks forward to the future. ro stays in the dark as she frequents memories of her past + this darkness reminds her of the cave she grew up in.

the lighting could also signify their effect on each other as ro’s color scheme is made up of warm, bright colors whereas yagen’s has cooler, darker tones!!

and i haven’t worked on this section yet, but the part where they chant “i need a bad idea” as they seek each other out 🙂‍↕️ delicious I MEAN WHAT WHO SAID THAT— 🤨

no but really!! the line they tread of saniwa/sword!! how they both know they shouldn’t do it, but seeking comfort in each other in ways dangerously close to crossing that line. and finally when they let it all go and fall into each other’s arms anyway b/c 😔 we were so busy worrying about what’s right for us, so why not be a little more selfish this time? and then they enter what i can only describe as a short lived situationship WHICH I DID NOT INITIALLY INTEND TO ADD BUT WHY NOT MAKE IT HURT A LITTLE MORE 💀

AND I HAVEN’T DRAWN IT OUT YET but there’s a scene where ro’s moon “tattoos” (one appearing for each failed love she was forced to coughdevourcough) get fully exposed by yagen and she in turn removes one of his gloves to reveal his burnt hands. the way they literally strip each other of their defenses and embrace these physical manifestations of their more scarring memories aaaaaAAAA