#it’s a whole other thing. the vessel stuff. but it’s Part Of Why She’s Like That

[quietwingsinthesky]

Been thinking about Millie and her bones, would she arrange Gabriel's hand bones to wrap around one of her hands like Deadpool did with Wolverine's claws in the first fight scene of Deadpool and Wolverine but held in place with clear gel string found in any tween girl's bracelet-making kit rather than difficult-to-preserve tendons? Or would the resulting skelly-hand be a little too close to 2010's mall emo aesthetic?

🥺🥺 millie engagement.

oh see she absolutely would. look if there was a way for her to just fit all of gabriel’s skeleton around her, she would. which is a totally normal impulse for a winchester that was not-quite ever a vessel. anyway. i think the thing preventing her is not either the fact that it would be socially unacceptable to wear someone’s hand bones or that it would be too cliche or something, i think it would be that that’s the point where sam goes Okay, Whatever Is Happening Here Needs To Stop Before You Get Worse.

the carrying them around and even the necklace is. weird. but easy to ignore. the knife is not but we’re talking about people whose arsenal includes ‘the magic demon-killing knife from sam’s ex-girlfriend’ so stones in glass houses. trying to make a bone glove is just outside the realm of acceptable enough for sam to step in. not dean, dean’s dug a hole for himself of ‘i haven’t mentioned it up till now so if i do i have to acknowledge All of it’ but sam can. and she’ll listen to sam, too, is the thing. she adores sam; she’ll listen to him.

[featherymainffins]

Now this might be because I have issues but is it just me or does Slay The Princess feel like an allegory for a relationship?

[angelsdean]

Thinking a lot abt John and Mary's relationship this morning, specifically the "their marriage wasn't perfect until she died" of it all, coupled with what we know abt Heaven's interference and manipulation of their relationship, how they couldn't stand each other until Heaven intervened. Like one would think, okay Heaven intervenes and now there's no resistance, smooth sailing, and then, oh she's dead, well she already served her purpose, no need for John to be infatuated with her anymore. But that's not what happens. They have friction throughout their marriage while she's alive. Then they have the perfect marriage after her death. And like !!! I have so many thoughts abt this. Startng with:

John's whole revenge quest is also crucial to Heaven's agenda. It wasn't just about matchmaking Mary and John, it was about setting off the dominoes for this entire path. Which is why it's important to Heaven that John views their marriage as perfect after and remembers Mary as this idealized mother figure. These things are what fuel John's quest for revenge. She is supposedly his true love, cruelly taken from him and their children, so now he must avenge her and put this quest first, before everything. And all of this is so crucial to Heaven's future plans. It's important to Heaven that Dean and Sam have the childhood they have. Especially Dean, who is meant to be their sword. It's important that John raises them to be soldiers. It's important that Dean has all that sense of responsibility and guilt placed on him as a young age. It's important that Dean is made to be a caretaker and protector. Because ultimately that's the stuff they want to use to manipulate Dean into doing their bidding and saying Yes. They let Dean be molded into Heaven's perfect vessel. He's raised to already see himself as a weapon, as the one who needs to protect others (eventually the whole world), and also as someone expendable. John places a gun in Dean's small hands and expects him to put himself in front of Sam, and Dean learns to put the lives of others before his own. Now of course, Heaven / Chuck also seem to foolishly miss that by Dean being raised like this it also means the one thing he's going to really push against is the idea of killing his own brother. And like Heaven, John also makes this mistake when he tells Dean he may have to kill Sam.

Okay now the second part of my thoughts on why Heaven's manipulations continue to influence John so strongly after Mary's death: it's because Mary is no longer there to fight it. When she was alive I think her own free will would have been pushing up against Heaven's manipulations, as would John's, leading to constant conflict. If Heaven were able to simply "make" them act how they wanted then their marriage would have always been perfect. But we know it's not. We know they fought. We know that on at least one occasion John left. And I just think that while she was alive, both of them had their free will constantly clashing with Heaven's agenda. And the living, breathing, contradictory and complex Mary made it difficult for John to ignore her flaws and how the two of them didn't quite fit together. Once she was dead though, and in the complicated grief of it all, it became easier for John (and Heaven) to smooth over the memory of her. She became to John what she always was to Heaven: Mother Mary. She became the perfect, pure, saintly mother figure. John no longer had to reckon with who she really was, and Heaven no longer had to fight two sets of free will revolting against each other.

[certifiedlovergirlsstuff]

dynasty

pairing: jake sully x neytiri x female omatikaya!reader

WC: 2.3K

warnings: pure heartbreak. not sure on the rules for the funeral process so i of course just made stuff up.

summary: it all fell down

A/N: fic inspired by this heartbreaking edit and also the deleted scene of jake and neytiri cleaning neteyam and jake starts to shed tears. my own gif (why does it change the format to a small square to the side?)

will do a part2 of mom!reader and neteyam in the spirit tree (if anyone wants one of course..,might still do one. we’ll just wait and see)

@alecmores my editor💗

been in the drafts since april 20

masterlist / jake sully

It was like your world was just thrown off its axis, everything became off balance.

The waters were choppy, crashing and biting at your boulder, another thing trying to knock you off your feet and drown you in pain. Eclipse was high in the sky, and everything was shadowed in darkness as if the whole world disappeared after his death. His last breath took the last shine of light from Pandora, took the calm, and brought the storm.

Your heaving cries drowned out the noise around you, they mixed with Neytiri’s wails of eternal heartbreak. Your hands clutched Neteyam’s limp hand beside you, his knuckles cutting into your cheek as you waited with bated breath for just a simple squeeze, just a sign to show he was still breathing and holding on. But it never came, his touch was cold and lifeless, and his soul had left the physical plane.

Your blurred eyes flitted around at your company. Lo’ak beside you with his head down and staring at his bloody hands, he probably felt Neteyam’s heart slowing down and stopping. Tsireya at Neteyam’s legs, her hands holding his calf and she rocked her body as she silently cried at the loss of a new friend, Spider standing behind her. Neytiri was on the other side of Neteyam as she thrashed and roared, her wet pleas to the Great Mother, asking her why, why her son. And Jake, Jake who stared into the open space, body motionless and eyes numbed before they squinted in the distance and his head looked away to the lone demon ship.

“Lo’ak… where’re your sisters.” His hoarse voice caused a shiver down your spine. Your time of grieving stopped as you looked for Kiri and Tuk, neither sat anywhere on the giant rock with your family.

“Lo’ak,” your voice wobbled as you turned to him and touched his cheek, needing his undivided attention, “where are Kiri and Tuk?”

“They-” “Where are your sisters!” Lo’ak flinched at Jake’s raised voice, his eyes watering.

“They were on the ship.” Tsireya hiccuped.

You and Jake looked at the vessel, its stability looked off as it tilted in the thrashing waves. The both of you shared a look, you knew what needed to be done and quickly. Jake moved to Neytiri and wrapped her shaking body into his arms, his chest solid against her shaking back. You walked to your two loves, one who was in visible distress while the other was walled off at the moment. You had to shut your emotions down seeing as your girls were in danger and you weren’t losing another child tonight.

“‘Tiri, oeyä yawnetu (my loved one). Our ‘ites (daughters) are in danger, we must save them. They will not meet the same fate as our Neteyam.” Your hands cupped her cheeks, her hazed eyes staring into yours. You gave a kiss to her forehead before turning to the children, giving Jake a moment to break her daze.

As you did with Neytiri, you knelt before Lo’ak and held his face in your grasp. You looked into the eyes of your youngest son, the one who held the most qualities with Jake physically and his reckless behavior when he was younger. Tears slipped down your cheeks, you couldn’t bear to part ways from him, but he would be safe away from the remaining sky people.

“I need you to stay here with Tsireya. Do not come to the ship, it is dangerous and I- I- we could not bear it if something happened to you or your tsmukes (sisters). Wait for us to return.”

“But I-” “No!” You leaned your foreheads together, shutting your eyes closed and holding back the tears, “Please, Lo’ak. Just- just listen this once.” Your voice cracked at the end, and the thought of something happening to him fashed over your mind. “Please, do it for us, for Neteyam.”

You felt his head nodding at your pleading words. A ragged breath was released at the simple action. “Oel ngati kameie, ma ‘evi (I see you, my child)” A lingering kiss to his forehead before you pulled away and joined Neytiri on her ikran.

-

The sun shone high in the sky.

A new day has risen, but you weren’t awakened to shouts and cheers of childish glee. You weren’t held in the warm embrace of your lovers, their scents and gentleness didn’t invade your five senses. You weren’t being bombarded with tickles or bodies jumping atop you, pushing the air from your lungs.

No. You were back on the boulder with your whole family, Tsireya and Spider included. Kiri and Tuk were safe, Lo’ak was safe, Neytiri and Jake were safe and you were safe. The adrenaline of the situation has worn off, you weren’t in a life-or-death moment anymore, and the water has stilled. So with shaky legs, you walked back to the lifeless body of your eldest son, not by blood, but by love- by family. His chest was cleaned of his dried blood, a courtesy done presumably by Tsireya, the poor girl was probably traumatized from the pain and bloodshed that her tribe never had to experience before. You collapsed on his left side, watching as Neytiri held his head to her chest, her lips speaking into his hair or leaving kisses on his temple. Tuk sat beside her, her smaller hands holding Neteyam’s right one to her cheek. Her tiny cries break your heart, cracks forming with each hitch to her breathing.

Your own hands reached for his free left hand, it just lay lifelessly on the rocky ground. You touched each finger individually, and felt his palm, before bringing it to your lips and leaving ghostly kisses on the skin. You lay his knuckles against your chest, right where your heart beats. Needing to bite hard into your lip to hold back the cries and pleas, only silent tears show your physical pain. Bringing his hand back to your lips you whispered words wishing he could hear them.

“I love you, oeyä fkew tsamsiyu (my mighty warrior). You were our first blessing as a family and we could not be more proud.”

“Paskalin (honey).” Jake’s touch and voice pulled you away from slipping. You looked over your shoulder and into his solemn eyes, his face covered in cuts and scars. “Jake…” your lips wobbled into a frown, vision blurring with fresh tears, “I- I-” He shushed you, hands gently pushing your face into his neck, his lips caressing your skin.

“We have to get back to the village.” He muttered in your downturned ear. All you could do was nod and hold Neteyam’s hand tighter.

-

“We must begin preparations for his funeral. Jake and Neytiri will cleanse his body.”

You stepped up, “I am his mother as well, I will help.” Ronal kept her back to the three of you for a second before turning on her heels, a sharp look pointed your way, “he is not your biological child, he did not grow in you. This is-” “He was my son! I do not care about blood! If you will not allow me to join my mates as they- as we bid our goodbyes to Neteyam in the Cove of Ancestors, I should be allowed to help prepare his body before we part ways.”

You always held respect for the leaders of tribes, but will not let something as simple as different blood be the reason you aren’t given proper treatment within your family. You were with Neytiri as she announced her news to Jake, you were with her as she went into labor and you had been with Neteyam since he took his first breath of air in the world. He was your child and you lost him when you were still getting to know him.

“Please Ronal. Let us have this one piece if she can’t guide him to the Great Mother.” Jake’s voice was firm but held a begging tone that was obvious.

Her sharp eyes darted between the three of you, her tight shoulders sagging just a bit. You knew the three of you looked disheveled, with puffy eyes and tear streaks over your cheeks. Body ready to cave in from an invisible weight held on your shoulders. Eyes staring into an empty void.

“Fine. Now come, there is much to do.” Her walking resumed, the three of you just behind.

She walked into a mauri pod, bowls of water and woven twine were set to the side. You stopped when your breathing faltered once again at the sight of Neteyam, just lying peacefully on the floor with his eyes closed and arms beside his torso. He looked like he was just sleeping, enjoying dreams of whatever he wanted most from his life. If you didn’t look close enough you could imagine his chest moving with every breath he took, but you did stare and his chest sat still, not a twitch of his fingers or a tickle of his nose.

With jagged steps you stalked further in the pod, knees bending under the weight of your grief and you toppled to a stop beside his legs. Hands touching his lower leg and knee, his skin was cold to the touch causing a sob from your lips. You bent your head and curled in on yourself, letting the tears flow and the weeps free.

Your son was dead.

Arms pulled your back into a solid chest and a second pair of hands tenderly caressed your face and lips leaving sweeps of kisses over your trembling form. The hands holding your face turned you towards them, your eyes meeting the hollowed look of Neytiri. Her face was devoid of emotions, with no scowl or smile on her lips that you loved to indulge in, no furrow to her brows, or crinkles to her eyes. She was just empty and tired, heartbroken.

“Ma tìyawn (my love), we must begin. We need to clean him.” Her thumbs swiped over your wet cheeks. You could only stare back into her eyes and swallow your cries before you nodded your head. Jake’s arms slipped from your shaking body and you walked away to grab a bowl of water and a rag.

You sat on your hunches and soaked the cloth. With a shuddering breath, you closed your eyes for a moment to collect yourself and when you opened them you shut down. You rang the cloth to dispel the excess water and when you were satisfied, the material touched his shoulder and you wiped the dirt off his skin. Neytiri soon joined the process, sat on the other side of Neteyam’s shoulder and she tipped a bowl over his skin, her eyes following the liquid.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Jake sitting next to Neteyam’s legs on your side. He ran his cloth gently over his skin, it reminded you of when he was a child and Jake would wash his body in the pond near your mauri. You dipped the rag into the water again and rung it out, the water starting to get muddy with grime. You moved your work to his face.

You leaned your body at an angle with your right arm holding you up as you used your left hand to swipe the rag over his stilled features. He looked so much like Neytiri, he was so much like Neytiri. Fierce and protective, a strong warrior. Gentle and friendly, reserved mostly but will pounce when intimidated. He would have made a glorious Olo’eyktan if he chose the path. You wish he could have been given more time to live as a child, not have to worry about battlefields or have a constant eye on his roaming siblings.

With a final swipe to his brow, you gave a teary smile at your boy.

You looked up at Neytiri. Her eyes were closed as her head was tilted to the ceiling, hands resting on her thighs. There was a crinkle between her brows that you wanted to smooth over with your finger or a kiss, but before you could do either, choked whimpers drifted into your ears.

Jake was hunched over Neteyam’s legs, his locs hiding his face, but you saw the shake to his shoulders. He was crying.

Without a second thought, you joined his side, arms wrapping over his shoulders as you pushed his head into your chest with your chin sitting on his head. His arms circled your waist and held you tight as his tears fell to your skin. You shut your eyes as a fresh wave came upon you, the salty drops splashing your cheeks.

“Oh, ma Jake.”

“I‘ve failed him. I’ve failed my job as a father.” His lips grazed your skin as he spoke harshly of himself.

A deep furrow to your brows at his self-derivation, “No, no. You have done no such thing. It is those sky demons who have forced this fighting onto us. You have been doing your best at keeping us, our family safe.” You burrowed your noses into his hair and gave quick kisses in succession, “Do not let our son's death be in vain. He would not want you to use his passing as an excuse for harshness on yourself.”

Your hand caressed the back of his head with the other settled between his shoulder blades, the muscles moving with each hitch to his breath. You squeezed your eyes closed once again and just breathed, focused on your breathing and Jake’s. One the silent crashing of the water surrounding the mauri and picking up what quiet hiccups of Neytiri.

You weren’t sure how long you were frozen in that position, the scene not changing. All you know is eventually Jake’s cries were subdued and then Ronal entered the space in a different outfit. All your eyes were on her as her head was held high, but her eyes were gentle.

“It is time.”

...

tags: @singular-itae

[gh0st0o]

Guys I can’t stop drawing her!😭

I’m not going to lie, I really like the concept of her but I wasn’t really a bad big fan of her whole design nor her backstory because I feel like the creator could’ve added more into her backstory and her character in general. Like why was her eyes black or what’s going on with her family’s relationship and what’s the background of the judgment angel. Also because I wasn’t a big fan of the design….

So of course I did some redesign then I’m going to change her background and backstory a bit. I’m still keeping the concept of her being the judge angel, I just have to work on the judgement angel and hers relationship because I feel like she would be a vessel. Then I will have to write down her backstory which will take some time because I still wanna keep some part of her old backstory but I don’t wanna completely make a new backstory for her, so I will do a mixture of her old backstory and added some new stuff into the backstory.

Anyways here some headcanons and some ideas I have with her. :3

Judge Angels/Dina Angela Clark headcanons or au ideas

-freckles and moles on her face and body, long curly blonde hair and blonde lashes.

-she has bad religious trauma and used live in the southern side or country side where, she doesn’t know any technology or doesn’t know anything city side.

-on her back, she has a angel wings white tattoo(because she is marked to be the vessel of the judgement angel).

-she likes to wear long flowy white dresses and likes to wear pearl necklaces or earrings.

-she loves sheeps,goats and lambs.

-she likes to listen to waltz or classical music.

-her whole aesthetic is literally southern gothic! 😭

-I feel like she’ll listen to Ethal Cain and mitski.

-she lives in a huge isolated place and area that is like a mixture of a church,hospital and a orphanage home and lives in it with other creeps but mostly the children,doctor and nurses creeps.

-of course she is the next judgement angel vessel and she will gain it’s ability.

-when she gets older, she wanted to be a nun but now she doesn’t want to be one after her trauma.

-she has candle or floral scent.

-she loves running around the forest in her long white flowy dress in the tall grass or the forest.

-she does grow angel wings if she reaches her full potential but she doesn’t know how to do that currently.

-she loves reading and wants to live in the library forever. Her favorite genre horror,dark romance,dark fantasy and of course read the Bible.

The Judgement Angel

I’m still working on some lore on this angel but the only thing you guys gotta know is that, that’s the original judgement angel that chose Dina as the chosen vessel to continue it’s legacy and name.

The only things I wrote about this angel is that how it chooses that vessel is of course by judging and seeing the potential in that person. If they were the chosen one then the Judgment angel will emerge themselves on the pregnant mother and putting all their life,power and whole existence on that vessel that the mother will give birth to. However that comes with a catch, that vessel will be marked with changed appearances, giving them black eyes and a white tattoo Angel wings mark on the back.

If y’all have anymore questions or have some confusion on reading this, then please ask or comment if you wish to know more. I don’t wanna write anything into a wrong idea.😭

[itsclydebitches]

I think I sent an ask like this along time ago? IDK though.

The weird thing about Oz is that it feels like there was stuff they could have brought up if they wanted us to view him in a darker light that they just...dont

Like, that whole thing with Oz conquering the world with Salem and tricking people into worshipping them as gods. Yeah he eventually saw what he was doing was wrong, but that was after he and Salem had 4 kids. So for a long-ass time he was an imperialist god-king

Or the part where he nearly attacked Ruby once she asked Jinn the question.

It just...feels like those are totally things that should be discussed more. But instead they focus on a bunch of other things that are really weird to hold against Oz.

Like why focus on this you have way better things to hold against Oz right there.

That's very possible, anon! I don't know how many unanswered asks are sitting in this inbox now, but it's not a small number...

Totally agree. I think Oz gets criticized to an unfair degree by the canon and fandom alike (no one is shocked to hear this lol) but part of my issue is what he's criticized for, not just the extent. The show tends to take incredibly weird perspectives like, "How dare you give our uncle cool bird powers with no downside" and "How dare you save group members from a deadly airship crash." The fandom takes stances with larger political implications like, "How dare an abused man 'steal' his daughters away from the mother who wants to use them for a magical form of genocide" or issues that fundamentally break the core concept of the show: "How dare you let teenagers fight dangerous battles / How dare you reincarnate - something you have no control over - into a 14yo boy." The show does engage with some of Ozpin's morally complex choices with no easy answers like, "Is it okay to keep secrets if history has shown severe downsides to revealing that information?"... but then the answer the story decides on - "No it's not" - immediately doesn't apply to half the cast, with no examination of how that changes our perception of Ozpin's choice. And, as you say, the show simultaneously introduces HUGE mistakes - "You positioned yourself as a god! Then a king!!"- that the characters could absolutely mistrust him for... but they don't. Because they're too busy focusing on all of the above.

The only thing I'd push back against here is anyone being mad at Ozpin for "nearly attacking" Ruby. I'd consider that a highly unfair criticism as well given that:

We don't know if he would have attacked. He just charges with his and out-stretched, so Ozpin could just as likely have been intending to snatch the Relic

All these characters have aura and train/hit for funsies on a regular basis. It feels like a stretch - one working to paint Ozpin in an unfair light - to act like Ruby taking a hit is suddenly some horrific event that's worthy getting up-in-arms about

In this same scene the girls pull their weapons on Qrow and Oscar - someone WITHOUT that training/fully unlocked aura - gets punched into a tree. Again, consistent morality. Why is Ozpin in the wrong for charging with an open hand (ambiguous) but the girls are justified in pulling their weapons (clear intent)? Why should Super Fighter Ruby be defended for taking a hit after forcibly stealing secrets from Ozpin, but we should shrug off the newbie farm kid taking a hit for the "sin" of being an unwitting, passive vessel?

Plus... as said above, "forcibly stealing secrets." I'm not saying Ozpin is 100% justified in attacking Ruby over this, but I think he's a HELL of a lot more justified compared to actions like threatening Qrow or attacking Oscar. Ruby ignored his requests to give the Relic back; she ignored how terrified he clearly was. She wasted a wish (which Ozpin knew would happen). She revealed his entire, traumatic history to the group PLUS a total stranger (Maria) which, again, Ozpin knew would happen. Of course he tried to stop her. We will never know what lengths he would have gone to, whether he would have truly fought Ruby or just made a last minute grab, but even if he had fought her... It think that's understandable. We can argue about whether it's right, but it's not the sort of thing the heroes should be holding against him once tempers have cooled, especially when he has stuff like playing God that they have hold as a long term grudge.

Out of everything Ozpin has done, maybe being willing to fight the prodigy fighter to keep her from making one of the stupidest decisions we've seen in the show to date is pretty low on the sin list.

[eldritchtouched]

A thought about the situation with Miquella, and Daenerys, and plot twist structure.

It almost feels like a writer attempting to do the Daenerys twist with Miquella, but I'd argue it couldn't work for Miquella. Daenerys's stuff had the structure for that twist set up properly, but Miquella's didn't, even if execution is the most important part.

Ultimately, the reason the Daenerys twist is structurally sound and why I defend it despite the show botching the execution for other reasons and the books not being finished yet was because all the horrific shit she was doing up until she gets to Westeros. Though this is masked from a lot of the audience, at least if we're talking books, while still being there.

She is the lone POV for most of her story threads in the books, and she does a lot of truly awful stuff. Including burning people alive, a thing that's used as a marker in the story the rest of the time to mean "this character has hit the moral point of no return." The other POVs that later join her story are all Westerosi natives who didn't see any of her truly grim actions and either just hear rumors of her actions with a positive spin (Tyrion hearing that she's basically Aegon the Conqueror reborn, with the cultural mythologizing of Westeros that entails) or see her while she's trying to rule after a conquest instead of during the conquest itself (Sir Barisstan).

On top of that, she's among a nonwhite, cultural Other in Essos, and I think that was intentional, even if Martin fucked up the situation with the Dothraki because he's pretty sloppy with some of his worldbuilding. Most of the audience will naturally then dismiss the peoples of Essos. They don't get the same attention as Westeros and we don't get their perspectives or how their culture actually works. Instead, it's Daenerys's point of view, and she's biased.

However, this works as a twist for Daenerys because GRRM was taking a conqueror and transplanting her from a setting where the majority of the audience accepts her actions as wholly justified to one where they won't. She remains the same way- burning people alive and taking things through blood and fire. But, unlike the people of Essos who are essentially a nameless, faceless Other, we've been around a lot of the the other characters of Westeros. We're invested in Westeros. We know that they're complicated and we know their names and faces prior to her coming.

Note that I'm talking about the books and the knowledge that the show's trajectory based on Martin's comments is that she is still going in that direction in the books. Because it is foreshadowed in the books. The show's foreshadowing is a lot murkier in some places or else can't exist because of format issues (internal monologue in a book versus how a show isn't like that).

But we get the reverse for Miquella, and this thus falls apart because the structure simply isn't there. This kind of "oh no they're actually the villain!" twist works if they go from a context where their actions are considered acceptable to one where their actions are considered unacceptable by the audience.

Daenerys worked because she was essentially consistent the whole time. Miquella doesn't, because his actions feel conflicting and contradictory, and also have an investment issue.

Part of it includes how Mohg is the best protected demigod in the base game if going by the intended quest progression with Gideon and world design stuff pointing to how Miquella wasn't kidnapped. But now, because of the DLC and the nonsense ritual involving a lord and vessel, Miquella actively needs Mohg dead, despite protecting him so well, so the whole thing just kind of... trips over itself.

Or how there's no foreshadowing of Radahn in the base game. As others have quipped, there was literally nothing on AO3 until after the DLC, nor any theorycrafters coming up with it, nor any Rule 34 of Radahn/Miquella as some "I just think they're hot" pairing, meaning there was no foreshadowing anyone could possibly point to.

On top of that, this stuff doesn't work for that kind of twist. All the people in the DLC are new and the audience is thus not particularly invested in them compared to the people of the Lands Between. This also means that there's no particular investment in the Land of Shadow, which is structured very similar to Essos (culturally Other, coded nonwhite, don't get a whole lot in terms of characters, what little is highlighted of their culture is treated in an exoticizing and negative fashion, etc.). Mohg is a character most people either didn't care about or actively hated. Radahn had a concluded story already. So that twist structure can't work.

Likewise, because of how the base game's endings are what we're trying to keep intact (us as Lord), this also causes problems with fighting Miquella, as the story ending for that is deeply ambiguous given the current situation of the Lands Between. This causes a lot of issues because it isn't like Westeros, where everyone can band together to fight ice zombies. The Lands Between lack that larger unifying conflict and is purely the geopolitical machinations of Game of Thrones/A Song of Ice and Fire, and this means that a lot of people just go 'maybe Miquella's is the good ending?'

[homosexualasstransbian]

im transfem/nonbinary and honestly the whole cutesy uwu anime girl puppy girl aesthetic is making me feel ill. i recently got harrassed by a cis woman chaser who saw the transflag in my bio and started talking to me in this really weird overly cutesy way and started flirting with me, i told her im taken and not interested and this is weird and she said something like "oki u silly transie, if u ever need a girly to do something for you im here, cuz nornal girls are boring" and then the next day she sent me some image of some anime girl w/ the caption "im not like other girls, i have a massive cock" and asked "this u?" and she was so weird and gross and overly cutesy. and like the fact im trans is part of me and im proud of it but i want to be seen as me, as a person, as smthn beyond arbitrary boxes. thats why im nonbinary, i dont wanna be forced into some made up vague perception of how i have to be and instead just be me and do my own thing. i dont label my sexuality either but im pretty sure im like pretty aromantic. greyromantic or whatever its called. and my sexuality i kinda tie together with my romantic attraction, so its often incredibly odd to me how prevalent sexual language and stuff is online and how weirdly its treated as smthn normal, especially in more queer communities. and when i feel terrible and get support online, ppl will say ooo ur pretty ooo ur cute dont be sad and downplay it when i need someone to talk to qnd need to be acknoledged beyond how i physically am, it makes me feel rlly objectified and like my only value is in the fact that i am trans and how i look, and its my only thing and the only way ppl refer to me and boil me down to. but i dont want to be some cutesy meme girl, i want ppl to acknowledge me and what i do and like and love and enjoy and hate and dislike and think and say, i want to be seen and understood regardless of and beyond my transness. because im a raw, living breathing human person thats infinitely complex, and i just wanna be me and do what i enjoy. i dont want my personality boiled down to superficial aspects of me that exists solely because outside society needed a label for it to ostrasize or fetishize it. im sorry for the long rant its just rlly frustrating, especially when you try to find communities and its just so weirdly sexual and condescending and objectifying 😭

hey unfortunately, i do not have the mental capacity to be able to read all of this and actually respond to it, i just lose 80% of the ask once I'm finished reading, so I'll just say: damn fuck that cis bitch.

While i get that after your experiences this "aesthetic" might make you feel ill, i really don't see why i should be told this.

I do not choose the way i present to other people because it's what i feel i should look or act like, i act however feels good to me. the reason my blog looks like this is because, put simply, i like it.

I may not be just a puppy, girl or gay, in fact the most accurate way to describe me would be "thing that should not be alive as far as anyone knows, but it persists, it's also a puppy that is a girl, a robot, a void and divine flesh"

but i go with my current aesthetic, username, and whatever else because they're the descriptions I'm most confident in, they make me feel nice, i love them.

I am quite literally a tranny girl faggot that acts like a puppy sometimes.

Sometimes i feel like I'm a shattered vessel built of divine flesh that's empty and yet so completely full.

Sometimes i wish my flesh melted away, permanently fusing me with the outer shell of a mech.

None of my identities are fully separate or stable, but they also feel distinct enough that i only choose one at a time (and even then sometimes they can split apart).

I don't act like this because i wanna be "haha silly cute trans girl that's an adorable puppy and is so so overly sexual", it's just what i act like, in general, if I don't worry about pretending to be someone else.

I guess put simply: if you don't like me: fucking leave, block me, get rid of me, i won't hold it against you, I'll continue to do what i like, the way i like doing it, because this is my blog.

i forgot where i was going with this post, y'all just get this really long one i guess.

[somevillainfuckery]

HH AU real?!

Now that tumblr has stopped logging me out and making me put in the password like- 5 times- HHGregg AU!!! Or well- kind of an AU. mostly just a bunch of junk me and a friend made cause we were joking on how many ways we could ruin a single mascots life. This starts when HH was a kid, back then, his [or around this time, her] name was Hazel Howells- because uh.. n a m e. Hazel had a pretty basic life yknow, loving parents, a stupid fuck for a brother, basic stuffs. One day, tho, she happened to be in the backyard, playing, enjoying her day when uh. She gets thwacked in the head. With a big ass branch. And then gets kidnapped by a dude named Noah. [Who the hell is Noah? Basically, dude lost his girl because she wanted a kid, and he couldn't provide- so he decided to cure his sad pathetic life with a crime.]

Please note this is a W.I.P AU, I do wanna make this better- but- the first couple of years Hazel spent with Noah were.. ok. at best. He took care of her, wasn't some big mean scary guy or anything, and did his best to keep her happy and safe. [You know how it is. Manipulation tactics.] She was still allowed outside the house and everything, she just couldn't wander too far off. The town they lived in wasn't really the best anyways. Eventually, Noah opens up a store of his own- hhgregg. He's the manager of his new store, Hazel is absolutely clueless about everything, and at this point, Noah got the kid he always wanted [since Hazel eventually started seeing him as her father], what could possibly go wrong! Other than the fact that the already large abundance of missing posters has now multiplied a little too much for comfort. So what does a kidnapper do in this scenario? Tell the child they kidnapped that uhhh the town was attacked and a little bit of an apocalypse is happening. [Noah isn't the smartest with his plans, can you tell?].. The employees questioned things, and Noah just told them its for her safety and that he'd raise their pay if they didn't say a thing. So thats what happened. One of the smaller back rooms was kinda just turned into a living area for Hazel, and she never left the store again. And she didn't mind, since she assumed it was much safer there than out in the town. Not much happened after all that. Think the most important detail to point out is why HH is a girl so far, and I believe its about time I explain [especially since now in this very messy timeline, this topic becomes important]. Transgender. HH is very trans coded to me, and because he's just a silly little fictional character, I can do what I want with him. Hazel didn't feel like a girl anymore, simple as that. She just wasn't happy with it. Lucky for whatever the hell this species is, transitioning isn't hard, the only thing that went wrong was the fact he refused to let anyone help him cut his hair. He cut it aaaall by himself, and thats basically how he reaches the "hey barber, fuck my shit up" hair-do. Once again, more basic store stuffs, nothing interesting for a little while, until Noah decides to make HH [who ofc runs by Henry now] the store mascot. HH thinks its a cool idea, so a little hair dye later [because a mascot has to be cool, and whats cooler than red hair?], and a quick change in his current vessel, and he's set. {btw- wtf is a vessel? the hhgregg ad that makes up his body basically. His kind can use anything for a body} and I'm gonna cut it off here. Why? Well, I do have an OC that I ship with HH, but that whole part of it is even messier than what I have now. I'll clean this whole thing up and make it so much better, but just so you know, they get a happy ending, HH ends up living with GG [my oc], he finds his real family, Noah gets locked up [though still gets visited by HH], and it takes a while to get over the store going bankrupt, but other than that, things get better.

[plethomacademia]

🌟

Thank you! Answering this and the star means no one can stop me from talking about the last chapter of You have always needed abundant assistance and the current era of Maevetash.

I have been so excited for this part of the fic because both Maeve and Gortash have bought into SOMETHING happening between them, but in different ways and to different degrees and I have songs that kind of encapsulate them.

For Enver, the theme is possession and obsession, a la the song for the last chapter, Gallery Piece by Of Montreal

The lyrics for this are SO PERFECT for this moment because it's about how he wants to own her, pleasure her, claim her publicly and privately, isolate her. I mean, come on:

For him, the verb for love is ownership and I really hope that shined through in the last chapter. He is feeling some feelings for potentially the first time ever and his reaction is to figure out how to mark her (the necklace) and contain her (the bedroom) but also to give her everything she wants (the piano, the books).

Maeve has two things going on that will hopefully be made clear in the next chapter. The first is that she really wants to go all in on Enver, but she knows that she can't. For that, here is some Mitski

I mean just look at these lyrics:

The rules are about how they are both just Not Talking About It, about the restrictions she has from her Father, and just this game that neither of them really wants to play but they have to because the first one to flinch knows that they are going to lose somehow.

The next chapter is going to be sad for a few reasons and I really just, it's an interesting experience so far, writing out how much she is finally getting what she wants in her relationship with Bhaal but Enver has made her so HUNGRY for more. She has always been covetous and she has always been punished for it.

So the song ends how she will end in the next chapter:

The other thing she has going on is her conflict with Bhaal. For that, the song is probably the actual song for the next chapter which is Give It To Me by Miya Folick

She is about to get in Trouble again, not to the degree as Carrot and Stick but this is a pattern for her and Sceleratis is going to try to bring her back in line. From her perspective though, she has been told she is so good and perfect her whole life and then every once in a while, just when she finds something that gives her a spark of joy, she gets slapped down. So we start here:

And it continues from there and its just a perfect song for how she deep down knows that she is his blood and she is a vessel and she is not something that gets to be more than that, but she has been so good! She has been everything and why can't she just have these things she loves, like music and a friend, in this short time she will have before she is fully consumed?

Anyway, buckle up because that is skipping Ketheric's meddling AND skipping the weird motherhood stuff is coming up with the Elder Brain. I am Thriving.

[mythicaldemigoddess-of-deltarune]

Helluva Boss Theory: Blitz's Exes Are Equal To Blame For The Break-Ups...Part 1

[Note: Don't Reblog This Without Permission...also if you are a fan of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel, make sure to watch Season 2 Episode 9 of Helluva Boss first before reading this...also reading this theory is optional. oh, and yeah this is for Mature Audiences Readers only...]

I had wrote so much in the original version of this theory...but then I ended up losing it, because computer was acting a certain way...

I'm not in a good mood because of it to be honest...

so all I can try to say is that Blitzo isn't the only one to blame for the bad break-ups, and Stolas, Verosika and any other Exes or one night-stands that he had, shouldn't place the full blame on Blitzo...

also Stolas can't just assume that Blitz would choose to save him over having to be there for his daughter Loona at the hospital in the Sloth Ring, and if Stolas was in his shoes he would of done the same dang thing and chose Octavia over Blitz if Blitz was held hostage by Crimson again...

I do believe that in theory, Blitz might of had his first royal heartbreak from a royal ex that was before his affair with Stolas...

and I suspect it might of been Stella's brother Andrealphus...

I think maybe I will wait until another time maybe either tomorrow or in a few days to talk more about this theory...I'm still not happy with losing all what I wrote that had to do with the theory and well...it was freaking tiring and so frustrating...

this wasn't originally going to be broken into two parts, I mean I do plan to write part 2 about that Hazbin Hotel theory that has to do with Lilith and the reason why she got into Heaven is because she placed the worse parts of herself as well as the sins she had done in her life, into type of host vessels and those vessels are Vox, Valentino and Alastor...

I will wait maybe either tomorrow or in a few days to make part 2 of that theory...and how it may have been Roo that corrupted Lilith in the Garden of Eden...

also Season 2 Episode 9, had shown so much surprises in it, as well as people that Blitz had broken the hearts of...but Blitz may not have it as easy as some might think, and it can't be easy for him to fully trust someone with his heart in a romantic way...

and well we can only hope that things do get better between him and Stolas, but it might take time before they fully work things out...

anyway I'm not feeling all that great after the whole stuff that went on with the original writing that had to do with the theory that has to do with my believing that Blitzo isn't the only one at fault for why things ended so badly with him and his exes...

and it's fine if the theory about Andrealphus being one of his exes and who had really hurt him with heartbreak and gave him the view that royals will never love those like him...gets debunked.

I need to relax and maybe when I feel a bit more better, I can talk more about this theory in a part 2...which once again, this wasn't originally going to be broken into two parts, but because of what happen to the original thing I wrote that has to do with this theory...I really don't feel like going too deep or feel like talking more about this theory right now...I will wait until later either tomorrow or in a few days or maybe next month to talk about the theory that has to do with Blitz not being the only one at fault for the bad heartbreak, and his exes are just scapegoating...

[qpjat076]

So I JUST finished TDP season 6. . .

spoilers under cut, unorganized long-ass essay because it do be 4am and i have many thoughts and no one awake to listen to them. brief content warning about abuse but no details, just mentioned:

ok season 5 was better but this wasn't terrible. I still have no idea how they pull the Y7 rating with all the blood. I'm both appalled and impressed. And also some of that other stuff too. . . with like the wash-down with Claudia and Terry. . . damn idk that seems a little over Y7 to me but go off I guess.

TERRY YOU DESERVE BETTER. That whole thing just gives me flashbacks to my buddy's abusive relationship (minus voodoo) and I just want to scream at him to GTFO before it's too late. is this gonna be some reverse joker thing? idk. bad vibes.

Why they brought Viren back just to kill him was dumb but damn it was fun to see Claudia go so unhinged in ep 1.

who tf wrote the Rayllum part of this season because HOLY FANFICTION BATMAN THERE WAS ONLY ONE BLANKET. ALSO WAS THAT ONE END CREDITS SKETCH AT THE END OF EP 9 AGED RAYLLUM WITH A KID?!?!??! WAS THAT REAL?!?!? DAMN. WOW. (Edit: while that shot in particular upon looking at it again is maybe Rayla and her parents because the dude has pointed ears. . . but then if that's the case. . . why doesn't he have horns? that shot is super weird i wonder if the art dept. made a mistake and if not I have a thousand questions.)

Regarding that, does that mean final season time skip? Uncertain. Doesn't make a lot of sense to me. I hope not. timeskip for JUST the final season when the problems are here and now makes no sense at all. (Edit: again, clearly no skip if that''s the parents but also WHERE ARE THE HORNS. HOW COULD YOU FORGET THE HORNS YOU HAD ONE JOB GUYS I'M PRETTY SURE THERE ARE NO HORNS ON THAT GUY).

regarding rayllum tho, this season, it felt too much like fan service honestly? especially that dumbass ship monologue it was so dumbbbbbbbbbbbbbb i hated that. I DID like that Callum finally confronted the whole dark magic thing with Rayla. Interesting to see where he goes from here. Aaravos doesn't need him as a vessel with claudia around but he might still try to mess with him now that he's free. I did like the resolution and where it eventually ended up but that part of the build up was just KILLER (derogatory)

Props to Rayla and her 3 dads I love it, I thought that resolution made sense. Her parents had each other but Runaan can't move on without Ethari and I respect being that down bad for a man. Regarding the rep. . . who else is seeing something with Soren and Corvis? I think they could be on to something there. or not. I wouldn't mind either way, we need more caring friendships shown between men in media. the show has plenty of rep without it, so to me I think it works either way. tho I will say that's my opinion as a straight person so maybe others feel differently?

Janaya wedding was lit, but I have thoughts on Amaya: namely, why have we stopped showing so much of her ASL? I think it's dope?!?! bring it back please I want to see the signs AND hear Gren, not just Gren. Amaya's face is very important to expressing her character, ESPECIALLY being a Deaf woman communicating in ASL!! I would like to see it when she is communicating, it's a part of the language!! So the rainbow rep was great, the Deaf rep needs a liiiiiiiittle more revising. Not that I'm Deaf. I've just worked in/with the community before. Maybe the Deaf have a different opinion.

Aaravos and the unicorn being his kid was a twist. they got me and I'm IMPRESSED. also the thing with the diamond, now THAT was a good fake-out. wow. impressed over here. i knew it wasn't gonna be so easy for Rayla but also I didn't anticipate it going in that direction. props to them for that, though they did NOT get me with the prison swap. that was so telegraphed it might as well have had a sign saying SUSPICIOUS plastered over it.

big star man. big. was not expecting so large. wow. that's it that's the thought.

some of the line delivery was kinda bad, specifically that aaravos laughing. bro. who approved that goofy-ass depression laugh bc it clearly wasn't the same person who green-lit Claudia being so deranged. also idk why the animation felt so bad but wow i hated it this time around most of the time. backgrounds and lighting were excellent though.

The whole Sol Regam thing kicked ass tho he whooped him GOOD. I cannot take it fully seriously tho bc Aaravos's vessel is named Pharos, which I conveniently forgot and had to PAUSE THE SHOW bc there's a print software I work with at my job also called Pharos and I was laughing my ass off. that's not the showrunners' fault tho.

Ezran is good. even his rebuff of viren was good and in character for who he is I think. he's not about to execute him, but he isn't about to give him mercy or forgive him. I think that makes sense for a man in support of peace and love. letting him live in prison IS mercy in a way, but viren was a piece of crap to Ezran. he didn't have to be kind about showing his mercy. I think that's the right thing for him to do. I respect it. Overall I'm impressed about how true he remains to his ideals. Ezran for president.

the family talk was awesome. I loved that in ep 5. its hard to deal with family members who have supposedly "changed" after they've abused you. I felt Soren's pain fr. I did like that Viren finally did become a servant to Katolis one last time. . . ok maybe if they didn't do the death fakeout last season I would have been fine with him this season.

so, things I liked. things I didn't. I am curious how it will all resolve next year. (none of my edits reflect my ranking but damn. i can't believe they forgot the horns. damn. wow. they're not there right?!?! am I blind?!?!)

[macawritesupdates]

I reread historically inaccurate and its so good I love the way yuuji is able to thrive in the past so much and the way you show the present as painful and grim hurts so good. I love his time in the past but I still find myself wishing he'd find a way to move forward in the present despite how painful it is. I love how it makes you think about how and why you should try to persist in a world that feels dark and doomed when you have the option of escape into an idolized dream instead. I have a tendency lose myself in daydreaming when I'm bored or upset and it's obviously not the same as time travel but just like yuuji i have to work to keep myself grounded because if i spend all my time in my own head I'll miss out on my chances to make life better. It just really hit me that when you take away the fantasy element yuuji's struggle in the fic is actually a really good portrayal of real feelings people go through. I hope he's able to find his footing in the present and move forward because even though it sucks the only way for things to get better is to push through. And that's just the yuuji side of things sukunas side is wonderfully written as well the past version of him meeting someone who isn't afraid of him and treats him like a person leading to him falling in love vs the present version who tried to destroy yuuji only to fall for him after good lord that man is going through it I can't even imagine how awful it must be on his end. I think it's great that they both humanize each other so much. Yuuji treats sukuna in the past like a person not a walking calamity, and sukuna treats yuuji like a person not a martyr or a vessel to be used and thrown out. Thats what makes their relationship so special to me. Dehumanization is such a strong theme in jjk its so beautiful to see how important it is to treat others like fellow people and how just doing that allows for deeper connections. Even the people who like sukuna in the past tend to keep barriers up with him like uraume who is delightful but who plays the part of the servant which is a different dynamic then a close friend and equal (I love uraume this is not a criticism I'm just saying) or yorozu who claims to like sukuna but clearly sees him as a prize not really a person at all, I get the feeling she sees him as more like a fancy new car to brag about owning than a person(oddly enough I also like yorozu she's a badass woman in a notoriously harsh and very sexist society who is unapologetically herself I just do not think she's good for or with sukuna) . Yuuji meanwhile shows up and plops right into his lap and sasses him and talks openly with him before inviting him to do fun stuff together. He shows sukuna how letting himself be a bit ridiculous is freeing and that it's OK to try something new and be bad at it. Like damn no wonder the man fell hard has anyone else ever treated him that way. Whoops I started writing this ask right before I had to start meal preparations which means no time to go through and edit it at all it's either delete the whole thing or send it fully stream of consciousness unedited. ... well if I had planned this out better this might have been more eloquent but I hope you enjoy my ramblings on your delightful work.

The struggle to move on despite how bad things are is a big theme in this story for sure! Why I take my time with writing it as want to make sure the struggle stays the center of the story and also gives both feels good and bad ; w ;

Next chapter is going to really touch upon a lot of things you said here about dehumanizing and humanizing <3 but wont' say more as don't want to spoil the chapter!

I always like getting long comments like this! Thank you <3 <3

[pirate-of-the-southern-isles]

Fanfic's snippet - How Hans became a pirate, part III

First part here

Second part here

Hans is telling the story of what the hell is he doing here to Anna and Elsa after three years of the events portrayed and from his own perspective, mind you.

After Layla and Bernard managed to get into a huge fight – both verbal and physical – and Bernard called him “a lice-lad” for the first time, he didn’t even know why – it was a time to go.

“Catch!” Layla threw him one of the bags with gold and ordered to run as fast as he can. So he ran, not even feeling the pain of glass splinters in his feet. It wasn’t so bad – for as far as they ran out of the castle. The floor inside were even and hard, or covered in soft carpets. The soil of the Southern Isles was, on the other hand, really treacherous and sharp, especially with no shoes on. He didn’t have them. He didn’t have anything but the pyjamas. There was no time to change.

“Dinghy!” she yelled, when they’ve finally managed to slide off the black rocks and not kill themselves doing that. He almost sprained his ankle five times before he reached the shore. She basically seated him onto a bench and pushed the boat to the water herself, then she jumped in and grabbed paddles.

“Move it, newbie!” she ordered, throwing him one of them. It snapped him out of this weird, frenzy state he fell into when he saw from a distance how the flames consume the badly shattered castle, which prided itself to be “impossible to capture”.

There were a lot of other boats around, filled with pirates going back to their vessels. Everyone was screaming, calling to one another. No one was chasing them. There was only a sound of fire and people’s cries behind him. He didn’t know if those were voices of pirates or just of simple people thrown out of their beds, like he was.

Now he saw more clearly. On the sea near the main Isle there were not one but a few different ships of various sizes, but every one of them had a Jolly Rogers on their masts, every one had at least a line of cannons and was fully ready to use them. Every once in a while there was a boom – apparently, the powder hasn’t run out yet. Its smell was pervading the whole world around, managed to dull even the odour of the salt. He was feeling like his eardrums were about to burst. There was a sack with a stolen gold at his lap. Layla had three around her. Not to much, given the size of the freshly robbed treasury, but when they will sell all the other stuff… but where to sell it?! It was obvious that those things were stolen! It was probably easy to identify from where! They will find them, he will be taken home, he will be sent home again…

“Hey! Don’t panic!” Despite the darkness of a moonless night from one side and the smoke from another, she saw his face clearly. “You are starting your new life, lad! Look! See that one there?! She’s ours! Now, row with those arms!”.

The ship was close now. There were reflections of fire on the sea, giving impression like they were entering Hell. But they reached the bank – he was pretty strong after long years of fencing trainings and manure-shoveling, but his shoulders were still begging mercy – and someone threw them a ladder.

It was the first time he set foot on the “Morning Star”. There was the crew all around him, screaming cheerfully and drunk with victory. Because victory was obvious, fair and square. He could hardly believe it. Some pirate band just robbed the Southern Isles to the last penny. Of course, yes, the main treasury was still almost full, because, well, they didn’t have much time and sacks and Bernard managed to steal them some… but taken the damages into account, his father will have to spend a small fortune to repair it all.

Something slammed right next to him. Involuntarily, he jumped out of the way, but it was just one of the yards, pulling down the sail. The ship kicked. Someone at the wheel started to spin it. Someone else started yelling orders, but he had absolutely no clue what those meant. His heart was pounding, he could hear mainly some high-pitched peep and a white noise. His eyes were watering. His whole body hurt. And, he had to admit, he was terrified half to death.

Someone tugged on his wrist, he almost fell over.

“Come, catch those halyards and pull! I’ll be right back with ya!”

He has absolutely no idea what he was supposed to be pulling, but, fortunately, someone just sticked it into his hands.

“Come on, lad, on three! One, two, three!”

Having no better idea, he pulled. He felt a sudden pain in his palms – but he didn’t let go. Those pirates before him didn’t let go either, so he didn’t want to look weak. Looking weak was always dangerous, and if it was dangerous at home, then on the pirate ship, among some thugs, it was probably deadly.

There was quite a few of “one, two, three”s. Every time he thought he was losing a piece of a skin, but the ship was slowly turning around, heading for the sea. Hans felt a wind on his neck and saw it in the sails. They were leaving.

He looked back. Flames left on the land, smaller by the minute. There was still a long time till dawn. The other ships vanished somewhere in the darkness. There was no moon. They were going into the night. On stranger tides. All of his life was disappearing behind the stern.

When the last sail was set, the crew cheered. One of them jumped, the other one showed around his newly acquired treasures, two of them started dancing so hard they crashed into the other two and the three who were stealing the tapestry – he didn’t know their names by then – pulled out the instruments and started to play. The whole ship was having a great time. And he was just standing there, not knowing what he is supposed to do. Layla promised she will be back soon, but she was nowhere to be seen. Was he supposed to just remain standing? Maybe he should sit? Cheer with them or stay silent, not drawing attention?

“Hey, lad, and who may ye be?” finally, the pirate who yelled “one, two, three” noticed him. He had a beard, a striped shirt with no sleeves and a big belly. Oh, and an eye-patch.

“Me… Hans” he responded, barely remembering his own name. “My name is Hans.”

“Are you a hostage?”

“What? No!” he gasped; is it possible that Layla took him only as that?! If so, well, she is up for a great disappointment. He was sure no one is going to pay for him. And as far as he knew, hostages with no hope for a ransom were usually up for a gruesome end… He suddenly felt sick.

“So what, a new crewmate?”

“I… I don’t know…”

“Eh, nevermind. Look here, lad!” he showed him his own bag, filled to the fullest… yes, it was definitely one of his sisters-in-law jewelery. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

“Yes… and… where did you find it?” he asked carefully; it wasn’t like he had some big feelings towards the wives of his brothers. Usually he just treated them with some slight sympathy. And he pitied them on behalf of joining this so-called-family, because he know best it is no joy, no honour and no profit. But he would prefer them to not be hurt. In the end, there was no animosity between them. Most of them hated the Southern Isles as much as he did.

“From one of the bedrooms, where else?”

“And… the owner?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t bump into anyone, why?”

“No reason”. He felt a little better now… well, a little little. “So… where are we heading?”.

“Wherever our captains commands, of course! Oy, mates!” He yelled to his friends, hoisting up his plunder. “Hurray for captain Rogers!”

The crew yelled with all the might. Hans could see both men and women, different ages, various shapes, sizes and colours. The darkness of the night was lit up only by small, iron lanterns, so it was hard to tell exactly how many of them there is.

 The pirate laughed resoundingly.

“Cheer up, lad! Name’s Raivis. Are you from there? Some village?”

“I… me…” What was he supposed to say? I am a thirteenth prince, well, I was, before they disowned me, I ran away because I couldn’t stand them anymore”?! “Yes, I am from the Isles” He hoped it will be enough for now.

“Look at you, lad, so scared! Is it your first time seeing the battle?”

“This kind, yes”. He preferred not to mention Arendelle just now.

“Oh, of course. Here, take a sip!” Raivis reached somewhere next to them. Other pirate was just pouring something into wooden cups. It has a strong scent of citruses. New colleague took two, for him and for himself. Hans took it, but it was like he didn’t know what is he expected to do. “Well, lad? Here is for the health of the captain!”

Not seeing any other way, Hans raised the cup and tasted the grog for the first time. He barely stopped himself from spitting it out immediately.

“So, how did you get here?” It seemed like Raivis was going to keep his interview, right after he swallowed all of his shot in one gulp. “Wait, let me guess! You are looking for adventure! You have it in your eyes, lad, yes, I’ve seen it before. So, seven seas, adventures, glory and unforgettable story, aye?”

“Ah, Raivis, you really ain’t the brightest”. Suddenly right next to him appeared a woman with a really mean smile. She wore two braids, tied diagonally on her head, and a velvety tunic. Probably expensive. But he could safely assume that for her – it was free. “I can tell right away. He is running away from something!”

Oh damn.

“So, lad? The holy matrimony was just too tiring, or maybe there was some small fight with your old ones?”

Boy, you have no idea.

“Hans!”

He turned around immediately. At the doors between two sets of stairs, where on the “Black Sheep” one could find a galley and for the “Morning Star” it was a where captain’s cabin was located, stood Layla.

“Come, my father wants to see you.”

[jayjaymorgan]

The Senator of the Forsaken - Part 5

Author’s Note : ...so, I'm still alive. I have literally no excuse as to why I was gone for, like, 6 months, other than I was lazy af and had a MASSIVE art and writing block. Shoutout to @farkmagic for helping me with writing this. Please remember that English isn't my native language, so there might be some mistakes and stuff. I hope you all like it, have a great day/night!

TW : none

As the small ship touched down, raising clouds of sand and dust into the air, Rex couldn’t help but let out a sigh of relief.

He spent the whole flight worrying that someone would ambush them, as a lone ship was an easy target for pirates and assassins. The senator was adamant that they didn’t need a fleet to accompany them, his reasoning being that the route they were taking was closely monitored for any suspicious vessels. Still, the clone couldn’t stop thinking about what Padmé told him. The look of worry and even fear in her eyes as she asked him to keep Skywalker safe left more of an impact on him than he would like to admit. He shook his head, as he reached for his helmet and put it on, getting out of the co-pilot’s seat. He glanced at the senator, who was finish typing something into the ship’s database, waiting for him patiently. “Alright, let’s go mingle.” Anakin said after a moment, with a happy glint in his eyes. He looked up at the man standing next to him and frowned. “We’re gonna have to get you some clothes. You’ll boil in that armor, and I’m not in a mood for barbecue.” Rex stifled an amused chuckle, as the senator got up and stretched his stiff back, groaning quietly. “We have a long day ahead of us.” the man mused, as he adjusted his robe and motioned for Rex to follow him. “I’ll have to visit the docking bays, see how the new guys are handling things... We just got connected to the Corellian Run, it’ll make the trading easier...”

The clone liked listening to the man talk.

Even though he didn’t understand half of the things Anakin was talking about, he really did enjoy hearing it. It gave him a chance to catch a glimpse of the world outside of the war he was so used to. To see the other side of the credit, where one didn’t have to cover in the trenches as droids gunned down the people around them mercilessly. But as he listened to the senator list off the things he had to take care of, he couldn’t help but feel... guilty. While he was here, in relative safety, keeping an eye on a politician, his brothers and sisters were out on the front, fighting for their lives.

Ever since he was reassigned, that feeling never seemed to leave his mind. It gnawed away at his psyche, even now, as the door leading outside opened, letting the relentless desert sun assault his eyes. Rex squinted, hissing in pain as he brought a hand up to shield himself from the bright light. He blinked the tears away and as he did, a breathtaking view greeted him. The ship landed in the heart of the planet’s capital, Bestine, which seemed... so out of place for a desert planet. The clone was expecting to see sand, lots and lots of it, with a tightly packed crowd of bland buildings made from clay and stone, surrounded by a barren landscape. Instead, he saw trees. He saw a lush oasis, growing along the rocky walls of the canyon he was standing in. Massive trees, ones that dwarfed even the biggest of LAAT ships Rex had the opportunity to fly in, stood tall and proud above him, their canopy shielding the city from the harsh sun, as barefoot children ran through the grass, chasing a ball, laughing and hollering, their clothes stained green and brown from rolling around on the ground. Drilled into the steep walls were numerous tunnels, with carefully carved balconies and bridges connecting the floors together. Buildings rested on the stone platforms, ranging from simple houses to shops and clinics bustling with life. Statues of dragons, paintings and carvings of the night skies adorned nearly every single house, each one special and unique. Potted plants lined the railings of the viaducts, their leaves and branches rustling in the gentle breeze. A small waterfall trickled down the wall next to what only could be the Bestine Capitol Building, which stood out from the rest, both size and style wise. It overlooked the whole settlement, as the inhabitants slowly started to gather, to greet the new comers. Rex was simply... speechless.

As he followed the senator closely, he kept looking around, taking it all in, until a sudden burst of noise caught his attention. The clone snapped back to reality and turned around, to see the gathered crowd enthusiastically greeting the senator. There was no formality to it : no bows or handshakes, nothing of that sort. Instead, they greeted the man like an old friend, with friendly pats on the back, a hug, even a gentle kiss on the cheek here and there. Greetings in many languages were spoken, too numerous for Rex to count, and soon a flower garland has found its way around Anakin’s neck. A second one followed suit, then yet another one and another. The clone watched, stunned, as the senator was quickly completely covered in flowers, as more and more people joined the gathering crowd, laughing and saying their thanks to the man. The clone felt a gentle tug on his arm, which prompted him to look away from the crowd, to see a small Twi’lek girl looking up at him. She pulled at his arm, smiling a toothy grin, as she stood on her tip toes to reach up and tie a flower crown around the clone’s helmet. It was made of small yellow and white flowers that grew in patches all around the landing platform, their petals small yet surprisingly vibrant. Once the chain of carefully tied weeds was secured on Rex’s helmet, the girl took a step back, as if to admire her work, before smiling once again and running off. She disappeared in the crowd, followed closely by her friends, before the clone could say anything or even thank her. The blond man blinked a few times, before shaking his head and once again resuming his position at the senator’s side, who was finally able to free himself from the hugs and embraces. “...what now, sir?” Rex asked, glancing at Anakin, who now looked more like a flower bush rather than a man. “Now...” Skywalker turned to his companion with a mischievous smirk on his lips. “...we party.”

…

The beating of drums traveled far and wide, reverberating through the ground and air as the people gathered around the bonfire sang and laughed. The fire crackled, sending sparks into the night sky, the fire whirling around on a gentle breeze, almost as if imitating the dancers. Benches and tables have been carried over from the nearby houses, which were now overcrowded with people and all manner of food and drinks. The tree canopy above swayed and hummed its own melody, the leaves rustling on the cool breeze. The inky sky was lit up with stars and constellations, the planet’s three moons high and proud beside them. Rex sat on the ground, with his knees pulled closely to his chest, his gaze transfixed on the two figures moving swiftly around the hearth in fluid, graceful motions. He shifted in his spot, absent-mindly tugging at the sleeve of his shirt, feeling the cotton fabric under his fingers, his eyes never leaving the dancers. The pair, a man and a woman, dressed in beautiful and intricate clothing, weaved their way through and around the gathered people, never missing a step or a beat. It was like they were beyond this realm, their blood-red clothing only adding to the sense of passion and energy emanating from them. Their golden jewelry and accessories glistened in the light of the fire, making it unable for one to look away. As the song came to an end, the crowd erupted into cheer, before settling back down once again, using the short break to refill their glasses and gossip with their fellow neighbors. The two dancers, too, sat down, to catch their breath, wiping the sweat off of their faces and adjusting their garments. The clone looked around, taking in the smiling faces, the laughter and gossip, and felt a smile of his own sneaking its way onto his face. He felt... safe, comfortable. Sure, he did stick out like a sore thumb, dressed in a cotton shirt and canvas pants given to him by a kind local, covered in sweat despite the cool, night air, but that didn’t really matter. He glanced down, at the flower crown that was tied around his wrist. The flowers were already slightly faded and dry to the touch from the lack of water, their scent gone, but Rex couldn’t bring himself to throw it away. Maybe he could dry them and hang them over his bunk back at Coruscant? Other guards had all sorts of memorabilia on theirs, surely no one would mind...

He sighed, before leaning back in his spot and looking up at the fire, his eyes scanning the people gathered around it, until finally stopping on one particular face. Anakin sat on a blanket a few feet away, engaged in a conversation with a Tusken couple, in a language Rex didn’t understand. The senator was smiling warmly, as he said something that the two found particularly funny, making them chuckle. Rex’s eyes lingered on the man, watching him closely as their conversation continued. He scanned Anakin’s face, taking in the pretty, blue eyes, a color he never saw outside the sea and sky. The fresh scar over the man’s right eye, like a small, golden crack in a porcelain vase, a perfect imperfection. The long, wavy hair, that framed his profile just right, the surprisingly pale skin, the tone of which you wouldn’t expect on a person from a desert climate... He continued to stare, until he felt a strange feeling rise in his gut, followed by a sudden wave of hotness washing over him. He wiped his face with the back of his hand, furrowing his brows. Did he eat something he shouldn’t? The local cuisine was rather spicy and salty, compared to the bland and tasteless rations he was used to. Or maybe it was heatstroke? One that only now decided to make itself known? He shook his head as he glanced at the senator again, when, something in his mind clicked. It wasn’t the food nor the weather that was causing that strange feeling.

Kriff.

[fragmentofanotherworld]

Evil’s Theater Productions : LUST ARC

Okay, so I’ll probably getting questions like “Why are you skipping all the other OSS songs?” I just feel like if the rest were in a stageplay it would be pretty self-explanatory on what would happen for a stageplay. If you have any ideas for the OSS songs, please share them on the OSS post!! Now... Let’s grab our books/mangas/novels and get our headphones on... *Opens some big ass LODV book* Let’s talk about one thing: How will Venomania do... stotheetothex? 1. We can’t make the actors do THAT because that’s very illegal.. 2. We could maybe imply that it happened.... or water it down.  Any other options? Share your ideas here. Okay let’s actually get onto the song. One thing for sure, we wont start with the yet, we need to do Venomania’s past of course, I think it’s self explanatory on how things will work there... *skips a couple pages f.*  So the stage will be dark, purple dim light shows, we’re at the part of the song we’re showing the dead bodies. We see Irina with the Venom Sword (she enters Left stage center btw if people still care about stage directions cause im giving up on them for these are just hcs) and she approaches Venomania, he stabs himself as usual. After he does that, he goes near the audience BUT NOT TO NEAR (downstage for stage direction ppl) and says his lines.... “Saa, odorou ka?” and he extends his hands out to the audience. The music starts, AND WE GET A WHOLE DAMN PREVIEW OF THE HAREM. Since this is a concert time thing rn.. no we’re not getting to chase down 18 girls, their just there. As Venomania starts singing the first lines, we see Lukana and she runs up to Venomania and kinda hugs him ig ??? IDK  HOW TO DESCRIBE JUST WATCH THE MV. When he says “ This power I obtained by a contract, with a forbidden demon. “ we get to see a screen that shows Irina giving him the katana and Venomania opening it. Venomania does his little (nahh why am i saying little??) lust spell on Lukana when he says “ All of the woman who see my eyes, fall into a charm. “ I GUESS QUICKLY WE COULD SEE LUKANA CHANGE INTO HER HAREM OUTFIT... LIKE THOSE DRESSES THAT TRANSFORM AND THEY’RE SUPER COOL BUT ANYWAY-- Lukana and Mikulia sings their parts ig.. idk what to do here. Skipping the chorus cause it’s self explanatory.. and DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO ABOUT THAT. When Venomania says, “When the clothes come off and we embrace, we can never again return to reality.” WE SEE A BIG, GIANT, ASS SCROLL THAT THE ENTIRE AUDIENCE CAN SEE. It shows the missing woman as we see the set-up for the next verse. We see an old portrait burning and all the girls are present and yk what the lyrics say... he smooches Gumina (I ALMSOT SPELLED GUMILLIA SOMEONE KILL ME)  Gumina and Maylis do their part... rest is self explanatory.. and we see another giant scroll with more missing girls. While the epic piano solo is playing, we see Karchess getting ready to go beat some ass and yk he’s like “im get my wife back from the girlfriend stealer” once again he wont say that..we know what happens. Yk what happens this time Karchess goes up to Venomania and he’s like “HEYYY *smirks and blushes like an uwu girls* and then he stabs Venomania... During this stageplay, we know what happens, but I want it to be like nobody knows, SO WE GOTTA MAKE SURE WE CAN’T SEE KARCHESS STABBING VENOMANIA. There’s blood now as you know, but Venomania aint collapsing yet, we need Karchess to sing his part. When Karchess sings “And thrust into the demon a dagger from his breast pocket.” the lights can glow green for a second cause that’s a wrath vessel. VENOMANIA COLLASPES, AND HE’S LIKE “ASFHISHIGHVDIUIFJIOHUAS NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! MY ART! DIOHGHAGIUHDFOPGHIU!” (once again he won’t say that im being silly) and we see the blood changing to purple. The woman are running away and stuff like that. For a second the music stops, we get to hear Venomania actually scream with all his emotion!! “Ah. . . Gumina... Wait! Wait!” (more silence as Gumina turns around, as two spotlights focuses on the two) “I haven’t yet told you I love you!”, and Gumina runs away. - The Potrait that Glassred Drew -  Gumina is holding a canvas, it’s torn, and burnt. She says the lines... “If only you hadn’t changed.” There’s another canvas on an aisle, and she’s painting as she’s singing. She’s painting Cherubim. As we get to the chorus, more paintings show. It’s her memories, her memories of Cherubim and Sateriasis when they were children, all having fun, all playing. Second verse “That burnt protrait. You said “I hate that face.” I really don’t know what to do as I’m listening to the song, so please share your ideas. As we get to the part “It’s not that changing is bad.”, I want her to face the audience. She continues to paint Cherubim. At the last chorus... She shows the painting to the audience... and the curtain closes. *Rips off headphones and closes the book.* I sobbed listening to The Portrait that Glassred Drew. I’m not doing Flower of Plateau because I just want to move on with this so if you have ideas for that one send them please (not forced). Also my brother--Nana likes Mikulia Calaground now so... yeah.