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scoutception · 5 years ago

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Ranking the next 5 animes I’ve recently watched

After many distractions on my part, including playing through Steins;Gate, something that has quickly become something I adore like few others, I’ve continued my descent into the world of anime with 5 more series. The stuff I watched was a lot shorter on average than last time, and my attempts to be “objective” and my personal biases align much more closely compared to last time. With that, I’ll begin. 5. Soni-Ani: Super Sonico the Animation

Number of episodes: 12. Language options: subs only. Streaming availability: Crunchyroll. When it comes to visual novels, nitro+ is one of the biggest developers out there, alongside Key. Whereas Key is mainly out to make you really, really sad, nitro+ prefers a different approach. To my understanding, at best, their works are really, really dark, and at worst, they’re going straight for your nightmares, with stuff like Song of Saya and Sweet Pool. So clearly, the best mascot for them is the pink haired, constantly headphoned, and downright adorable Super Sonico. Even if it’s not outright official, it’s pretty jarring. Anyway, with that little rant out of the way, here’s the only thing on this list I actually wouldn’t recommend. Produced by White Fox back in 2014, this anime apparently got slammed pretty hard, and honestly, I have no idea why I even ended up watching this one. Perhaps this’ll be a reminder to be less impulsive in my choices in the future. Soni-Ani focuses on, who else, Super Sonico herself, an energetic and kind, yet clumsy college student who should reasonably be dead from stress and exhaustion. Along with college, she’s an idol, gravure model, helper at her grandmother’s restaurant and guitarist and main singer in the band First Astronomical Velocity with her friends Suzu Fujimi, the witty and manipulative bassist and official leader of the band, and Fuuri Watanuki, the mysterious drummer single mindedly obsessed with food. The series just explores some of the odd, extremely fanservice filled days of her life. It’s ok idea on paper, but in practice it’s just not really anything special or even entertaining for the most part. While I can usually ignore fanservice, it’s downright distractingly prevalent in the earlier episodes, to the point of several episode premises pretty much only catering themselves to it. Even without that, there’s just not much to be found; aside from Suzu and Sonico’s manager, the honestly hilarious Kitamura, who constantly wears a hannya mask and is willing to attack people for attempting to take advantage of Sonico, the characters aren’t anything memorable or entertaining on their own, leaving a lot of episodes feeling dry. They do improve in the second half, featuring episodes like a fairly charming murder mystery spoof, and an episode focusing on Sonico’s cats, of all things, but they’re still not something going out of your way to watch. The voice acting and animation, while at least ok, don’t stick out much either. Overall, again, this is the one thing I’d say to just avoid. There’s tons of other slice of life animes out there that are way better. If nothing else, though, I’m kinda glad I stuck to it just for the surprise cameo by Kurisu Makise’s outfit, considering I was already playing Steins;Gate.

4. Monthly Girls’ Nozaki-kun

Number of episodes: 12. Language options: dub (video release only, apparently) and subs available. Streaming availability: Crunchyroll, Hulu, Netflix. Moving onto stuff I’d actually recommend, here’s a nice little anime adaptation of a gag manga by Izumi Tsubaki, produced by Dogakobo. Chiyo Sakura, a high school student who stands at an impressive 4′9″, confesses her love to the tall and mysterious Umetaro Nozaki, and gets his autograph, of all things, for her troubles. Trying again, Nozaki instead takes her to his apartment... to assist him with his manga. As it turns out, Nozaki is a popular romance manga author, whose interests in life start an end at manga, rendering him utterly oblivious to Chiyo’s feelings. Thusly, Chiyo officially becomes his assistant in order to grow closer to her crush, meeting his other associates along the way. The main thing that must be said is that this is not a serious anime in the slightest, and it’s all just big parody of romance manga more than anything, especially with the characters, like Mikoshiba, who acts like a playboy, but in reality is cripplingly shy, and Kashima, the “prince” of the school who is both actually a girl and an airhead who’s frequently on the nerves of the drama club’s president, Hori. A lot of the humor thrives on miscommunication, and it’s exaggerated enough that it works well. Every character is an idiot, in their own ways, but endearingly so, and each of them stands out, from Chiyo, who mostly plays the straight man but has her moments of over imagination, or the hilariously abrasive Seo. The plots are the right kind of dumb too, like Nozaki and Mikoshiba becoming obsessed over a helper NPC in a dating sim, or Hori gaining an intense hatred for people standing on boxes due to Nozaki’s attempts to fix perspective problems. The jokes can get a bit predictable after a while, especially with Nozaki, but overall it’s a pretty funny time. The voice acting is good, and the animation is charming. Overall, this is definitely a fun watch. If you want a good laugh, or just something that doesn’t take itself too seriously, this is definitely something to check out. 3. Angel Beats!

Number of episodes: 13 (+ some OVAs not on streaming services). Language options: dub and subs available. Streaming availability: Netflix, Crunchyroll, Funimation. As it turned out, visual novels, or at least visual novel developers, became a theme in the things I watched this time around. As mentioned before, Key is one of the biggest VN developers out there, who specialize in making you really sad. From Kanon, to Clannad, to Planetarian, to Little Busters, Key’s made a lot of great stuff, and had some great anime adaptations made, particularly for Kanon and Clannad. Thus, Jun Maeda, co-founder of Key, conceived Angel Beats to originate as an anime, produced by P.A. Works in 2010. Angel Beats focuses on Otonashi, a teenager who wakes up in a strange high school with amnesia, only able to remember his last name. He soon meets a girl named Yuri Nakamura, who informs him that they’re dead, and stuck in a sort of afterlife, seemingly ruled over by a mysterious girl they only know as Angel. In this purgatory, they’re unable to die, as Otonashi finds out first hand at Angel’s hands, and the school is populated by fabricated teachers and students, but the real people stuck there are at risk of being “obliterated” if they act like normal students, ceasing to exist. Unwilling to accept this, Yuri leads class SSS in opposition of Angel and the assumed God that created this world for the cruel fates that everyone stuck in the afterlife met, Otonashi seemingly included. With seemingly no other path to take, Otonashi joins forces with the SSS. The main strength of Angel Beats is its cast of characters. From the pretty mean yet charming Yuri, to the reliable, yet often abused Hinata, to the crazy and energetic Yui, to even some of the side characters, like Shiina, the ninja girl with a crippling weakness for wind up dog toys, or TK, who speaks in gloriously mangled English and dances constantly. The premise as well is honestly fascinating to me, and makes for some very interesting episodes. It’s got some pretty entertaining action scenes, along with some really funny moments, mostly by playing the “nobody can actually die” tidbit for all its worth, with the second episode devoting a good amount of time to slowly killing off the main group in horrible, yet blase fashions. It delivers emotionally too, with the second half in particular having a good deal of touching episodes, especially episode 10. Unfortunately, there’s one giant problem with this anime that brings it down quite a bit: it’s only 13 episodes long. While I’m not a fan of 12 or 13 episode seasons, I can’t say that’s a problem by itself. What is a problem is that they were planning to have double that amount of episodes, causing the storyline to feel very rushed, and leaving nearly every character in the cast that isn’t part of the main group very underdeveloped. While there’s an entire expanded universe of stuff, good luck tracking it all down, and while Key themselves were making a 6 part visual novel of Angel Beats to expand upon it all, something that’s very promising, only the first volume has been released so far, back in 2015, with no word since, very likely because of Jun Maeda’s health issues. Overall, Angel Beats genuinely is a good watch, but it’s kinda depressing, just because of how much potential was cut short thanks to whatever genius decided to cut the episode amount in half. Unless the VN project really gets going again, it’ll probably just remain a bunch of what could have beens. 2. Puella Magi Madoka Magica

Number of episodes: 12. Language options: dub and subs available. Streaming availability: Netflix, Hulu, Crunchyroll, Funimation. Continuing the theme I unintentionally set up, here’s this famous little thing, from the mind of Gen Urobuchi, who, among other things, has worked on several nitro+ visual novels, mostly notably Song of Saya, wrote the apparently horribly depressing Fate/Zero, and was a scriptwriter for Kamen Rider Gaim, which, to my understanding, is one of the darkest Kamen Rider shows out there. Will all this in mind, there’s no real hiding that this isn’t going to be anywhere near as innocent as it tries to appear. Even if you didn’t know that, its reputation probably far exceeds it by now. Madoka Kaname is an average middle school student whose life is thrown into chaos when a mysterious girl named Homura Akemi transfers into her class, whom Madoka later finds attacking a strange creature called Kyubey. After rescuing it, Madoka and her best friend Sayaka are attacked by a strange creature known as a witch, only to be rescued by Mami Tomoe, a “magical girl” given power by Kyubey. Kyubey sees much potential in Madoka, and offers to grant her any wish of her choosing, in exchange for her becoming a magical girl as well and helping fight the witches. Homura, however, is completely determined to keep that from happening. Thus starts a chain of event in the lives of Madoka and Sayaka that, suffice it to say, don’t go very well. Without getting too specific, what starts as a mostly typical, if slightly odd, magical girl show quickly goes to very dark and twisted places, comparative to Neon Genesis Evangelion, though not quite as in depthly depressing with it. Everyone takes a beating in some way, and even with just 12 episodes, it can get a bit much for some people, even when it doesn’t end quite as awfully as you might expect. Still, it’s actually very well done. The characters are complex and flawed, but ultimately sympathetic, the overall plot is fascinating, and it ends in a very fitting way. It’s emotional, and has surprisingly good action. The dub voice work is solid, and the animation by Studio Shaft is as well, especially helped by the abstract designs of the witches themselves. While I’m not quite as passionate about it all as some are, it’s definitely earned its reputation. It’s a great watch, and definitely a big recommendation. 1. Steins;Gate

Number of episodes: 24 (+ 1 OVA). Language options: dub and subs available. Streaming availability: Funimation, Hulu, Crunchyroll. Finishing off my unintentional theme with an actual adaptation of a visual novel, there was no way I wasn’t checking this one out with how utterly passionate the VN made me. This is at least partially a bias placement, but this anime is a very, very good adaptation, and a great way to experience the story without the VN, and a great watch even having gone through it. Rintaro Okabe is a college student on break living in his “laboratory” in Akihabara. A self proclaimed mad scientist, he whittles his days away hanging out with his friends Mayuri Shiina and Itaru Hashida, inventing useless gadgets in a supposed fight against an evil organization. One day, Rintaro and Mayuri go to attend a press conference by Doctor Nakabachi in Radi-Kan, who claims to have invented a time machine, only for it to end horribly for all involved when Rintaro discovers Kurisu Makise, a young neuroscientist who had recently had her thesis published in a major science magazine, murdered by an unknown assailant. Sending an email to Itaru about the incident, Rintaro suddenly finds the world to have changed. According to everyone else, the press conference had been canceled due to a mysterious satellite that crashed into Radi-Kan, and Rintaro later runs into Kurisu, alive and well. Investigating, Rintaro finds that, by complete accident, his modified microwave has become a device capable of sending emails to the past- and that SERN, a French research organization, has been conducting time travel experiments of their own. In his attempts to understand the capabilities of what he’s invented, and his curiosity as to why his memories appear to be out of sync with everyone else’s, Rintaro rushes into a series of experiments that change his life, and those of friends old and new. This is something I could rant about all day, but putting it as succinctly as I can, I’ve never been as fascinated by time travel as Steins;Gate has made me. As fantastic as it, it’s also shown to be unpredictable, limited, and downright unsettling, especially when nobody knows just how time even works. It’s a story about the concept of time travel as much as a story about using it. The story definitely starts a bit slowly, but it’s well worth pushing past. As an adaptation, it doesn’t even need to sacrifice much, with the most that’s lost being some details in a few later arcs that aren’t worth much in the long run anyway. Beyond that, the main strength of the story is the cast of characters. Rintaro, with his rather severe case of chuunibyou, is a unique protagonist to begin with, but the events of the story turn him into an honestly fascinating and downright tragic character, and easily one of my favorite protagonists in a long time. The rest of the cast is just as good, with Kurisu being a great mix of intelligence, ravenous curiosity, and flusterability, with her and Rintaro’s interactions always being entertaining. As well, there’s the always kind, yet ditzy Mayuri, the outgoing, but odd Suzuha Amane, the endearingly gentle Luka Urushibara, and the energetic and wily Faris, just for some examples. The cast is downright loveable and very easy to get attached to. While I prefer the Japanese voice cast overall, the dub isn’t to be overlooked, with Trina Nishimura as Kurisu, Tyson Rinehart as Itaru, Cherami Leigh as Suzuha, Lindsay Seidel as Luka, and especially J. Michael Tatum as Rintaro giving great performances. Visually, White Fox did a great job giving it a distinct look. While the VN had a gorgeous and unique artstyle, it’s not really something that can be translated into animation. Instead, they used a whole lot of washed out colors and saturated lights that, combined with the sparse use of flashy effects and even music, gives a very subtle atmosphere to it all. Even beyond the style, it looks very good on its own, and it’s especially nice not having Rintaro look like a ghoul half the time, like he does in the VN.

Overall, this is very much something worth checking out. I’m beating a dead horse here since Steins;Gate is already wildly popular, but it’s that way for a very good reason. There’s also an extra OVA episode, along with a sequel movie, though both are only available via Funimation. They aren’t quite the best, but they make for entertaining watches worth checking out. And with that, that’s the end to my rambling. With the exception of, again, Super Sonico, everything here is very much worth a watch. I’m sure, once I emerge from the hell of Steins;Gate spinoffs, I’ll get to watching even more stuff. Till then, though. -Scout

#anime #steins;gate #monthly girls' nozaki kun #angel beats #puella magi madoka magica

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rolanslide · 5 years ago

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Never wanna lose you

(okay, I don’t write often anymore because I have -100 confidence in my writing skills but I decided to take a crack at writing a thing based off of this post because it physically hurt me. enjoy)

(also, thanks to my sister @vee-tdc for beta-ing this for me. Thank you, boo)

(edit: there’s a second part now)

Crowley, for the longest time, was never 100% sure about how he felt towards his angelic counterpart. It was never something really bothered thinking about too hard. Oh, he knew he cared for him deeply, that much he knew very well. Since they first met in Eden, Crowley had been utterly fascinated by the angel* and he knew that he enjoyed the angels presence. But beyond that, he was never quite sure.

(*It wasn’t every day you met an angel that gave away his God-given sword and lied about it to her face, after all.)

If you were to ask Crowley to describe his overall feelings towards the angel in one word, say, 20 or so years ago, he would probably say fondness. He was fond of the angels kindness towards God's creatures, he was fond of his clothing that always seemed to be a century or two behind in style, he was fond of the angels imperfections*, he was… well he was fond of a lot of things about his friend. The angel drove him up the wall sometimes, but then again, Crowley was no better. It’s simply what happens when you know someone for that long*.

(*Crowley had spent a lot of time around the angels, when he still was one that is, so he knew how terribly self-righteous and ignorant most of them had a tendency to be. Aziraphale wasn’t like that though. He was quirky, somewhat selfish, and flawed, and he knew it and he acknowledged it. Unlike virtually every other angel Crowley had met, Aziraphale was self-aware.)

(*and also when you’re an angel and a demon, hereditary enemies and all.)

But yeah, Crowley never thought too hard about how exactly he saw Aziraphale. He was his friend. As far as Crowley was concerned, that was all he needed to know.

And then the day the world would end rolled around.

Crowley had lost hope of the world being miraculously saved at the last minute. He knew that if the planet didn’t self-implode, taking himself and Aziraphale with it, either Heaven or Hell* would eventually come for their arses for fucking up so royally. Either way, he knew that if him and his angelic friend didn’t figure out something fast, the two needed to get out, and get out quick.

(*Or both)

Then the angel turned him down.

Of course Crowley was hurt by this. He was just trying to save himself and his friend of 6000 years, and he was turned down and insulted. He knew Aziraphale didn’t mean half of what he said, it had happened time and time again. It happened 11 years ago when he handed over the antichrist, it happened in Saint. James Park in 1862*, and it was happening again now. That didn’t mean the words didn’t still hurt though. It was a natural reaction when your only real friend treated the past several thousand years together as if they were nothing, as if they didn’t mean anything.

(*This time though, Crowley wouldn’t take a several decade long nap to cope. If he did, by the time he would wake, there would be no more Aziraphale to apologize to, or an earth to thrive on with him. So that was off the table.)

It was then that his fears seemed to come into fruition. Hell had found out about everything, and they were coming after him.

He had to get Aziraphale.

He knew as long as hell was coming after him, Aziraphale may be in danger too. He had to prevent that. So he tried asking again.

And once again, he was turned down by the angel*.

(*Although he was much kinder about it this time. Perhaps just because he was tired. He looked really tired)

This time though, he didn’t give in so easily, no time for sulking or breaking down. Crowley was a man of action, after all. He knew that the angel wouldn’t want him to use the blessed holy water he had given him to kill a guy, but he was sure Aziraphale would understand*.

(*If he were to find out, that is.)

The plan to stop Hell’s goonies from coming for the both of them went slightly better than expected. Ligur was a melted pile of rubbish, sure, but the means of trapping of the other half of the deadly pair was temporary at best. He was growing increasingly concerned about his and the angel’s safety; in the back of his mind fearing that hell had decided to send assassins for both him and the angel*.

(*Hastur calling Aziraphale by name after he had gotten trapped in the answering machine didn’t help calm Crowley’s anxieties to say the least.)

No, Crowley thought, that isn’t an option. Aziraphale was fine. He was clever, he wouldn’t let himself be outsmarted by some pesky, unoriginal demons. There was no way-

The thick clouds of black smoke that filled the sky above him seemed to want to prove him wrong. Police sirens and blaring Fire Truck engines sounded off, far too close for Crowley’s liking.

“No…”

Crowley was panicking as he sped down the London roads in his vintage car*. He had tried calling Aziraphale. No one picked up. The angel never kept him hanging like that. Ever. His heart rate, that he didn’t even really need, sped up at an inhuman rate as he drew closer to the flaming remnants of his the Angel’s bookshop.

(*Probably a dangerous situation for any unfortunate pedestrian who just so happened to be nearby, but at this point the demon couldn’t care less about their safety)

Angels and demons alike had a sort of sixth sense- the ability to sense the presence of other supernatural entities from a mile away. The ability to sense their auras, if you will. And when you know someone for 6,000 years, you know exactly what their aura feels like.

Right now, standing in the blazing ruins of Aziraphales home, Crowley couldn’t feel anything.

“AZIRAPHALE!”

He could hardly hear himself over the roaring flames and sirens as he called out for his Angel.

“Aziraphale, where the Heaven are you, you idiot?! I can’t find you!”, Crowley’s voice shrieked as his vision began to blur.

He still searched, trying to find the presence of his the Angel, somewhere, anywhere-

The demon had the air knocked out of him as a particularly strong water hose was sprayed right at his corporeal body, knocking him off his feet.

Everything seemed to move in slow motion. The too hot- too familiar fire roared around the demon as he came to a horrific, crushing realization.

Hellfire. The fire surrounding him was bloody fucking Hellfire.

A demon had been sent to Aziraphale and lit his home ablaze, leaving him there to burn. Alone.

“You’ve- you’ve gone…”

It was only then that everything hit him.

For the first time- Crowley had felt what it was like to be truly alone. As a Fallen, he was destined to be alone for the rest of eternity. When he had spoken to the Angel at the Eastern gate of Eden, he had never expected anything more than just a few bouts of banter, and nothing else.

But that fateful day was one he would never regret for the rest of eternity. Crowley had never realized that, since the beginning, he had never been truly alone. Aziraphale was his light in the dark future he was destined to have. Life with a friend was never in his script for the rest of time, but he had gotten luckier than any other demon in Hell to have Aziraphale.

“SOMEBODY KILLED MY BEST FRIEND!”

Now, he was alone. For the first time in a millennia. No one could replace Aziraphale, nothing could fill the hole in his heart only his Angel was able to. And it was more painful than anything he had ever felt since he fell. A devastating realization had come to Crowley in his moment of desolation.

“BASTARDS!”, he hissed out in anger. “ALL OF YOU!”

Crowley had loved him. It was beyond just care, beyond just fondness.

He had loved him.

And now, he was gone.

Forever.

The demon seemed only vaguely aware of his actions. The sirens, that were not quite out of earshot, and the distant smell of smoke and ash engraved themselves into Crowley’s senses as he drove down the road. To where, exactly? He wasn’t sure. Somewhere along the way he had put on another pair of sunglasses- a feeble attempt at masking his pathetic vulnerability he felt he was drowning in.

He found himself stopping in front of a nearby pub. He remembered going to this specific pub before, alongside Azira-

He looked over to the passenger side seat, just hoping that his friend would be there. Complaining about the speed limit and telling him to “be careful” and “slow down”.

The seat remained empty.

Crowley’s train of thought was cut off as he was seemingly subconsciously reminded of his loss, and he doubled over, white-knuckling the steering wheel of his Bentley, as a new wave of grief washed over him, crushing him under its weight.

It seemed that the feeling of being alone, really, truly alone, was kind of like being hit by a cannonball; sudden, unexpected, and bone-crushingly painful.

It never really occurred to him how much he had gotten used to the feeling of having someone constantly by his side, someone who would always keep him company. Even when the two were apart physically, in the back of the demons mind Aziraphale’s presence was still there, golden and warm and kindly. Although he couldn’t be sure, he hoped the angel had always felt his presence too. It was… well, it was rather nice, being that close with someone. Rather comforting, really.

In an instant, that warmth, companionship, and comfort was all just just simply... gone.

A dark pit had made its way into his stomach and ribs, swirling and brewing with an intensity that he had never felt before. Despite this, he knew what it was.

Grief.

He only became aware that he had started crying again when he felt hot tears soak his jacket and drip onto his violently trembling hands. Sobs shook his frame as the soot and ash on his face that he hadn’t bothered to miracle away turned to mud that stained his cheeks.

“A-aziraph-a-ale…”

Demons weren’t supposed to cry.

“A-z-ziraphal-e-e…”

With all of the shit Crowley’s seen in his long lifespan he shouldn’t be crying.

“Please… d-don’t… d-on’t...”

But here he was, in his Bentley, sat in front of a pub, bawling uncontrollably, struggling for air because Aziraphale, his angel who he loved so much, who had been the only one to treat him with kindness, was gone.

Gone, gone, gone, gone-

He doesn’t think he’s felt this much emotional distress since he fell.

Before, Crowley hadn’t even considered what it would’ve been like to have his constant counterpart suddenly snatched away from him. Aziraphale had been discorperated before- they both had- leaving the other alone for a few years while the paperwork for a new body was filled out and they were allowed to come back down to Earth. But that was different. Back then, there was the promise of return. It might take as long as a decade*, but they would inevitably see each other again.

(*the amount of time before given a new body depended on the circumstances of death. For example, when Aziraphale was burned at the stake in the middle of the Edinburgh witch trials, it took about 8 years to get him a new body. Partially because of the large amount of souls arriving at heaven's doorstep due to the trials, partially because Gabriel decided the angel needed to learn a lesson about responsibility. Needless to say, Aziraphale came back from that whole debacle with a bad case of pyrophobia and even lower self esteem.)

This time, however, there was no promise of return. All Crowley had was a burning bookshop and a lost friend.

The demon sat up in his Bentley, taking a deep, shaky breath in a feeble attempt to steady himself, not bothering to try and wipe away the streams of tears and soot on his face.

Maybe drinking until he passed out would dull the edges of the sword of grief that cut through his very being. Yeah, yeah, he would do that.

The world wasn’t worth saving at this point if he didn’t have Aziraphale to share it’s wonders with.

Well, as it turns out, Crowley was wrong.

Aziraphale wasn’t dead, gone forever as Crowley had feared. He had simply lost his body in an altercation that ended with a particularly inconvenient candle being knocked over by the force of a slamming door*.

(*and this, as Crowley had told Aziraphale later on, is why you don’t leave lit candles on the floor in a bookshop full of very flammable books)

But just because the angel wasn’t actually gone, that didn’t mean Crowley wouldn’t have to deal with the emotional fallout of thinking that he was for a few hours. Now that they were sure the world wouldn’t spontaneously combust anytime soon and that their superiors would give them some air, they, for the first time in what felt like centuries, had time to relax. Time to think.

And think they did. Or, at least Crowley did.

He thought about every stolen glance, every spoken word, every kind hearted gesture, every accidental hand touch-

Oh. Fuck. He’s fallen hard, hasn’t he?

Turns out the human term ‘you never know how much you love something until you lose it’ has more weight to it then Crowley had previously thought.

After everything, the bookshop being burned down, the A-not-calypse, his and Aziraphales trials*, etc. etc., Crowley spent a lot of time re-evaluating his emotions towards the angel over the past several thousand years he’s known him. It was kind of like sifting through old computer files you haven’t touched or thought about in years.*

(*Well, Crowley's trial and Aziraphale’s failed execution, considering the fact that the angels, Aziraphales family, didn’t even bother to give him a proper trial.)

(*not that either Aziraphale or Crowley would know what that felt like.)

It was surreal, almost, to look at all of those shared moments from a slightly different perspective. They all felt so different, but at the same time, felt the exact same. Loving the angel just felt… natural*.

(*despite the fact that a demon loving an angel was anything but natural.)

Well, all things considered, Crowley had loved Aziraphale for awhile now. Keeping him from having his head lopped off during the French Revolution, keeping his books from being blown to pieces, trying to convince him to run away with him… they were all acts of love on Crowley's part.

...It just took nearly losing the bastard for him to actually realize this.

Crowley wasn’t quite sure what to do with this information. Should he say something to the angel? Would doing so even change anything? Would it just get them in even deeper trouble with their higher-ups? Was it even possible to get in further trouble?

The whole situation gave Crowley a migraine.

He tried to not think about it too hard, like he used to do.

Although, when his heart suddenly fluttered and climbed up his throat whenever the angel so much as smiled at him…

It made not thinking about it a lot harder.

#overuse of italics #overuse of emotions #angst #sorry crow #hey the angst isn't my fault if it's rooted in cannon!#good omens #rowrites #good omens tv spoilers #go fanfic #good omens angst

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diveronarpg · 5 years ago

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In fair Verona, our tale begins with IVAN RAHAL, who is TWENTY-EIGHT years old. He is often called IAGO by the CAPULETS and works as their SOLDIER. He uses HE/HIM pronouns.

TW: ABUSE, ADDICTION , DARK THEMES

There was something strikingly beautiful about the innate corruption of human nature and how they strive to tame it. It was like asking a flower not to bloom, a knife not to cut, a child not to laugh. It went against the very nature of things – and yet they continued to do so anyway. The whole of humanity thought it better to pay homage to a concerto half-written, then to let such music reach its culmination, then to let true BEAUTY shine as it rightfully should. And why? Because they feared it, as Moses feared looking upon the face of God – lest they be ruined by it all. Ivan was different, though. Ivan longed to be ruined, wanted it as thoroughly as Christ had wanted to redeem the world with his own BIBLICAL agony. But the singular desire for others to long for the same was all-consuming as well, and so he did as any child might, and he indulged. It began small, Ivan noticing his father’s penchant for drinking – the more he drank, the more he devolved, and it was in that he first saw the beauty of unbecoming. The deconstruction of man was a truly beautiful thing to witness, man left at his most vulnerable like his father was. He spat and he moaned when his son began to take the bottles away, becoming less and less while Ivan became more. His mother began to look to him, his siblings began to revere him – and it was in this that he learned the equal value in giving and taking; more importantly, how to exploit them both.

He took from his family their father, a man of wealth and power, but gave to them the perfect son, a protector and a provider. And what did they give him in return but their infallible adoration? So he began his work again, handing his younger brother a needle, placing pills into his mother’s hand, whispering only the darkest of intentions into his sister’s ear until she became fractured and broken. Yet they still counted him as something holy, a true REDEEMER in a family besotted with sinners and failures. Then he took the only thing that there was left: himself. He made sure to extract himself from their grasp slowly, painfully. The days leading up to his deployment he was intent on reminding them all of how he loved them so and how he was the only means of completing their fractured home. The PILLAR upon which all of them could lean. But then he was standing at the doorstep, bags packed and smile golden as his siblings clung to him and his mother fell, broken with despair, at his feet. But his time with his family had come to its end – he was ever-eager for the world to meet its ruin at his hands. Whether it be with gun, knife, or his words and his words alone, he would get them to see the beauty of CORRUPTION, and they will put him upon a throne for it.

When he enlisted in the army everyone had asked him if he knew what he was getting into – little did they know that he had meticulously taken note of the psychological abuse they enacted to break individuals into haphazard, broken pieces and build them anew. But there would be no building, no, he simply wanted to bear witness to man at its very lowest, reaching for blades and guns rather than another hand for comfort. And it was in this environment that he well and truly thrived, unflinching in the face of such burden, finding it a blessing instead. For, the more that they ruined him – bruises, cuts, and wounds becoming the most intimate companions – the more he grew, hardening in the face of such BRUTALITY. Drinking it in. Relishing it. The bullets flew freely from his rifle, blood covering his knife more often than not. They called him and his band of brothers war dogs, for they howled at the moon with their manes painted scarlet, bodies littering their WAKE. What a gift, Ivan had thought, what a gift to be surrounded by such discord and pain. It was the only thing he could think to call it, and it truly was, for at this time he met none other than Odin Bello, the subject of his fascination and the flower that would bloom in the corruption Ivan would sew into his soul.

So, like the devil chasing after a saint, he followed Odin to Verona and that is where his eyes were opened to the true beauty of the world, the wonders that could be found in streets and alleys covered in scarlet. Like Lucifer himself, he slid into the garden of EDEN, fascinated by the eternal war raging within the city and the demons that abandoned themselves to it all. It was a garden of paradise for him, too far steeped in its own corruption to be able to bear witness to any other way out. There was a rot that had beset the cobblestone streets many years ago and now Verona was permeated in it, growing in it, and thriving so much so that it infected Ivan with a wild delight. With Odin’s aid, he successfuly marked himself as a Capulet, finding the philosophies of Cosimo far more preferable to the boorish antics of the Montagues. Then a gun was put in his hand and it was as if the world had laid itself out before him, PROSTRATING itself so that he might take it and ravage it with little thought for the marks that he might leave. But he has not forgotten his vow to the world to bring ruination to all that his marble fingers could reach. The world is steeped in corruption and discord. Angels above weep because they know already: Ivan Rahal will DESECRATE it all the more.

ODIN BELLO: Muse. There are those who might call Odin his victim of choice, but to do so is to cheapen what truly lies between them: the relationship between artist and muse. The first time he spoke to Odin, he knew that there was something special about this soul – something that was lost and needed to be found. So Ivan provided that sense of belonging that he desired, the comrade and the home that he was in search for. What did Ivan ask for in return but for the small allowance of letting him ruin each and every aspect of his life. A small price to pay, was it not? When Odin began to feel his heart grow soft for Delilah, Ivan was there, murmuring in his ear that this was what it was like to fall in love. And fall in love Odin did with the beautiful creature that was young, sweet Delilah. It was when they were well and truly besotted by one another that Ivan did what he knew best: he destroyed them both. Again and again and again.

TAMURA CHIKO: Hobby. He is not quite as fascinated with them as he is with Odin – but sometimes he lets his mind wander to his more base enjoyments and Chiko happens to be one of them. It began with small things that Ivan had learned irked people rather well: staring too long, interrupting them in a middle of a sentence, making small, cutting remarks that undermined their skill and knowledge. It’s really just an idle hobby for when his mind demands a respite from the ever-present idealization of carnage and political stratagem. But there is nothing he loves more than the look he receives from Chiko when they turn his way, annoyance written across their face because he has breathed a little too loud for their liking. Many people have told him he has a habit of drowning himself for his work and its moments with them that remind him to pause and enjoy the simpler things in life.

PANDORA PHAN: Mark. There are many Montagues that he seeks to make bend a knee to him. Pandora is one of the unfortunates that he has set his gaze on, a rather fascinating woman that seems to evade every other Capulet’s grasp, save for his own. Perhaps it is because, when he first arrived in Verona from his tour he had made a point to get beneath her skin – to corner her and make her realize what it was to be powerless. He hopes that she hasn’t forgotten it. Then he was made a Capulet and there was not a single doubt in his mind that her ire had increased tenfold with that development alone. So here they are, the two of them, hating each other. It is only a matter of time before he ends this entertaining little feud with a knife to the ribs and a bullet to the head. Such a great feat would most certainly get him a promotion. And, if not, then it would at least be another entertaining story to tell.

HALCYON SANTOS: Leash. Although Odin is his captain, it is Halcyon that holds him back with a leash. He knows that she has no inkling of the depths of his depravity, but all the same she seems intent on reigning in his more base desires. But there is no blaming her – he is completely aware of what a handful he can be. It is rather unfortunate for her, though, that he has no intention of doing so, which often puts the two at odds; a fact that neither of them care to hide. There is no anger in it, no bitterness, no contention. It is just simply fact that the he is a dog, foaming at the mouth, and she is the iron leash that holds him back, releasing him only when others advise her to do so. It won’t be long, though, before the weight that he throws around causes the leash to snap. A shame when it does though, because he has come to grow rather fond of it.

Ivan is portrayed by TONI MAHFUD and was written by ROSEY. He is currently OPEN.

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housebeleren · 5 years ago

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Throne of Eldraine New Commander Cards

Alright, now that we’ve gone through all the Legendary creatures from Throne of Eldraine, time for all the other cards that might make a splash in Commander. I love this part.

This may seem like a weird pick, but there are honestly a bunch of Voltron commanders that might be interested in this. I can definitely see it in Sram, Tuvasa, and Bruna builds as ways to go really big really fast. You need some form of evasion, but there are plenty of ways to do that in those decks. But that’s a lot more action than most draft Uncommons get.

Charming Prince, aside from looking like he’s about to drop dead from Cholera or something (seriously dude, that ghostly pallor is not a good look), is a surprising amount of utility for a 2 drop. Early in the game, the Scry 2 ability is going to smooth out your draws, and later on, he’s all about the flicker to reuse ETBs. I could see him in more casual Brago, Roon, or Chulane builds. But are there casual Brago or Chulane builds anymore? Unlikely.

More restrictive Oblivion Ring effects aren’t usually something I’m in the market for, but decks that care about Artifacts may be into it. The first one that comes to mind is something like Sharuum the Hegemon or something, and there could be others. Probably not powerful enough for Breya, and Alela has access to better options that are Enchantments.

Hushwing Gryff variants see a fair amount of play, and this one also shuts off death triggers, which is a significant upgrade, because it hoses two strategies instead of just one. It doesn’t have the Flash to surprise your opponents, but the added utility is probably worth it for decks that want to hate.

Board WIpes are always welcome, and this one has the added utility of coming attached to a large creature after the fact. The best place for this will be in decks that have lots of ways to return the creature to hand so you can set up loops clearing the board, or in decks with lots of Giants so you can break parity. Kalemne comes to mind as a great home for this.

True Love’s Kiss has a lot of competition, most notably Crush Contraband and Return to Dust at the same CMC. I think which one you want depends a lot on your metagame. If you face lots of decks that are heavy on the Artifacts & Enchantments, you may want the ones that can hit multiple targets. If you just need the occasional spot removal, getting the card draw might be better. I also like this a lot for Taigam, Ojutai Master decks, since cantrips are extra useful there.

The Magic Mirror is is a rework of Mind Unbound, a card I’ve never played and probably never will. However, in a deck with lots of Instants & Sorceries, you can get this down for as little as 3 mana, which is way more palatable. If you can back this up with counterspells to keep it alive a few turns, it’ll become pretty potent pretty fast. I can picture it, is what I’m saying.

Honestly, I’m pretty big on Midnight Clock. I think a lot of people forget that this is a mana rock, and it doesn’t even come into play tapped, so the floor is pretty high right off the bat for heavy Blue decks. Plus, the counters get put on this on EVERY upkeep, not just your own, so it only needs to survive a couple turns before you get a personal Timetwister out of it. I’m not saying it’s an autoinclude or new format staple or anything, but I would definitely be willing to try it out.

Efficient, flexible removal at its best. Epic Downfall will hit just about anything you want it to hit, other than a Gaddoc Teeg or something. I expect lots of decks to be looking to throw this into the mix of spot removal.

Foulmire Knight isn’t going to go into every deck, but it’s certainly a contender for Zombie tribal, since he comes with card draw attached. Plus, lots of such decks have tons of ways to retrieve him from the graveyard, so you can get extra utility. I’m putting him directly in my Gisa & Geralf deck, because a fun quirk of their ability is that you can cast the Profane Insight half from your graveyard, even though only on your turn, so you lose the Instant-speed fun. Other decks that could be interested are Varina and The Scarab God.

Literally everything I said about Foulmire Knight above applies to Murderous Rider as well, except more so. Having a Zombie stapled to a Hero’s Downfall is incredible, and generally a clear upgrade, since the life loss is so negligible. The one kink (well, I shouldn’t presume he only has one) of this guy is that he tucks himself on death, which is a bit unfortunate but probably necessary to avoid him being ridiculous. HOWever, there are some fun things there. First, his death trigger goes on the stack, and can be responded to. So, that means the following:

If it’s your turn when the Rider dies, you can cast Swift End from your graveyard with Gisa & Geralf.

You can exile the Rider and one other card from your ‘yard to Varina in response, and get a Zombie token, which is kinda her thing.

You can get him back to your hand by activating Phyrexian Reclamation or similar with his trigger on the stack.

So yeah, there’s some fun to be had here.

Revenge of Ravens bears a lot of similarity to other cards we’ve seen before, like Blood Reckoning and Marchesa’s Decree, most of which see very little play. But this one has one important upgrade, and that’s the fact that it gains you a life. As a result, it has extra utility in decks that care about lifegain triggers such as Oloro and Karlov builds, both of which love their pillow-forting. I doubt it’ll see much play, but could be a niche inclusion in decks like those.

Tutors are great, and this is one of the most unique tutor effects we’ve seen in a long time. They key to this card revolves around breaking parity so your opponents don’t get to take advantage of it. The first way that came to mind for me was to include this in Aminatou, the Fateshifter builds, since she can just flicker it back to your side of the board after activating it. Which seems... gross and awesome at the same time. (I totally put it in my Aminatou build immediately.) Other possible options are Breya, who can sacrifice it in response to its ability, or in decks with cards like Ashiok, Dream Render or Stranglehold, so they just can’t use it. On a really jank note, if you have an Ob Nixilis, Unshackled deck, this is a funny inclusion that punishes whoever you give it to.

Voltron decks with Red will be interested in Embercleave. So... Zurgo Helmsmasher comes to mind, assuming you’re not going full-on Worldslayer combo. I could also see it in decks like Saskia and things like that. Probably not a major player, but potential for decks that want to go aggressive.

The clause that you can only cast one more spell after this is unfortunate, but it could still be a reasonable inclusion in mono Red decks like either version of Neheb (the Eternal or Dreadhorde Champion) that want to go big burn. Also, if you have a 7 CMC mono Red general like, Drakuseth, Maw of Flames, this seems like an auto-include. I mean, you need all the help you can get if you built a Drakuseth deck, so...

Now, hear me out. Looters/Rummagers are great in certain builds, and Merchant of the Vale is unique in two ways. First, he’s got a one shot effect tacked on as an Adventure, which is some added flexibility. But second, he’s actually the only Rummaging creature in mono Red that doesn’t require tapping. Seriously. That means in some big Red Mana decks (like the aforementioned Nehebs), you can rummage to your heart’s content with all the mana you generate to dump into this. Not saying he’s great, but saying he’s worth consideration if you’re in the market for mana sinks in mono Red.

Obviously, the dream is to cast this off Irencrag Feat, but even if you don’t, this could be a reasonable inclusion for mono Red big Mana decks. (I’m sensing a theme with these last few cards.) Dealing 21 damage is no joke, and I could even see this in some versions of Vial Smasher that focus on big mana production. Again, most decks probably won’t want it, but the ones that do will make good use of it.

There’s no shortage of ramp spells, and for 3 mana we’re accustomed to fetching 2 lands (see: Kodama’s Reach & Cultivate). That said, this one has some advantages. First, the land it fetches comes into play untapped, which is a nice little bit of utility, especially if you can follow it up with a one drop mana dork immediately after. But it also has a Rubblehulk tacked on for the late game, which is a totally viable win condition in some decks. Would I trade Rubblehulk’s Bloodrush ability for Beanstalk Giant’s ramp? For most decks, abso-fucking-lutely. And this one is mono-Green, so it can go into way more decks. I’d consider it for certain builds of Kynaios & Tiro, Chulane, Azusa, and a variety of other big-mana decks that thrive on versatility.

The Great Henge is expensive, but will be amazing once it resolves. It adds mana, it draws cards, and it buffs up every creature you land, which is a ton of action. And if you can reliably get this down to 5 mana, you’re in great shape. Big Green Stompy decks like Ghalta will be super into this, and I can also see if for +1/+1 counter decks like Ezuri, Claw of Progress, since those often get big/big with ease.

While the Transformation doesn’t have the target flexibility of Song of the Dryads, it’s a pretty effective way to deal with annoying Commanders or problematic creatures, and the card draw on ETB is a nice touch. It’s a fun little pairing with Estrid’s Invocation, so keep that in mind if you’re playing Bantchantress or some such nonsense.

I don’t know what deck wants this, and I honestly don’t really want to know, because it seems ridiculous. But returning stuff straight from the graveyard to play is always a strong move, and buying back a pile of Artifacts in something like Sharuum or Breya is probably a game ending play. The non-Aura line of text makes it a little less appealing for Enchantment builds, since most of the best one are heavy in Auras. Still, I’m sure it will find some homes and be a lot of fun (for at least one person) when it resolves.

Also, somewhere on Twitter (don’t remember where, unfortunately), someone said that this card should be called “Manse Dance Revolution,” and that is absolutely correct.

Drown in the Loch is versatile removal at a very reasonable cost. All it asks is that your opponents have cards in their graveyards, which is super easy in EDH. The funny part is, this honestly gets stronger the more competitive your metagame, since competitive builds will have Fetchlands and early interaction, plus their average CMC is much lower, so you’ll more frequently have targets. In mill decks like Mirko Vosk or Phenax, you are always running this, and I’d consider it in just about any Blue/Black based deck.

Green has some better engines to draw cards, but as a quick burst, 5 for 5 is a pretty awesome rate. Plus, I like that the card has some protection against flipping a few lands by at least letting you play an extra one, so worst case it’s an Explosive Vegetation. I’d definitely run this in Wort, the Raidmother decks, because conspiring this to flip 10 cards, then immediately dropping two more lands seems like a solid way to set up a game-ending turn. And if you’re building Gruul in general, it seems like something to consider.

I couldn’t not mention Nessie here. 6 mana is a lot, but he has a pile of abilities for that 6 mana, and Flash lets him come down at end of turn, so he’s more likely to resolve. In a way, it reminds me of Pearl Lake Ancient, another card I occasionally run as a WTF element in my decks to catch people off guard. They’re both giant serpents, they both have Flash, and they’re both resilient recursive threats. You definitely don’t want to use Nessie’s sacrifice abilities too much, but they’ll be handy if you’re flooded. Plus, he’s got incidental Graveyard hate tacked on, which is actually my favorite little secret of his, so I especially like him in decks with lots of Wheels (Nekusar says “HI!”), as something you can discard for value, then activate to remove problematic cards your opponents may want to recover from their ‘yards.

3-cost Mana Rocks are never the competitive option, especially when they only produce one color at a time. But 3-cost Mana Rocks with a team-wide pump attached is worth a second look. Mono-color go-wide decks will be interested in this for sure, as well as 2 color decks that consistently produce tokens of a single color, like Alela or Kykar.

Okay, before I start on this card, I’d just like to say that a lot of the lands in this set are highly playable. Basically all of the Castle cycle are playable, especially Castles Vantress, Locthwain, and Garenbrig. Also, Fabled Passage is phenomenal tech for multicolored decks, and is such an obvious staple, it’s not worth writing about.

Of the Common Land cycle, however, there is one that stands above all the rest. Yes, Witch’s Cottage is basically a better Mortuary Mire in heavy Black decks, so some places will run it. But the big news is Mystic Sanctuary. This card is such the hotness for mono Blue decks and a few others of note. First of all, the potential to combo this with Time Warps is off the charts. I literally cannot imagine not running this in God-Eternal Kefnet decks, because the synergy is so strong setting up your next draw. And lastly, I’m putting it in my Aminatou the Fateshifter build (which runs both the aforementioned cards), because putting expensive spells back on top of your deck is kinda what that whole deck is about. Plus, she can flicker it, which is some stupid-level combo right there.

Brawl Deck Cards for Commander

Okay, that’s it for the main set. Now we get to the cards from the four Brawl decks that have potential for the big time.

Mace of the Valiant is an interesting one. It’s a Voltron card that wants lots of little creatures to enter the battlefield. That makes it a little paradoxical, but I think there are probably homes for it. Two of the obvious ones are the decks it came in, Alela and Syr Gwyn, but there are certainly others. There’s potential in several generals who have fallen out of favor, such as Rafiq of the Many and basically any of the mono-White cats, like Kemba, Kha Regent, who seems preemptively designed specifically for this card. (Seriously, if any of y’all run Kemba decks and haven’t put this in yet, what are you even doing?)

Shimmer Dragon is too obvious, but therefore I have to mention it. This will be a format staple for years to come, since Blue-based Artifact decks have always been popular. Yes, it’s expensive, but once it comes out, drawing your deck in short order will be absolutely trivial. Urza decks will love this. Oops, all my mana rocks and constructs are also card draw! Seems good.

Chittering Witch seems fun, if a little on the casual side. But she doesn’t cost much, and her ability is a pretty reasonable way to snipe down problematic threats as you need. In decks with tons of sac fodder, you could definitely do worse. Endrek Sahr comes to mind as a fun combo piece with this.

This is definitely more on the casual side, but Red needs more options, and Embereth Skyblazer has some potential. Pumping up your entire team for +3/+0 on each attack can be brutal, and it gets especially interesting in decks that involve multiple combats, like Aurelia the Warleader, or that increase damage dealt, like Gisela, Blade of Goldnight. In short, this is actually a Boros card.

Steelbane Hydra seems really good, especially in big mana decks (Azusa, Gitrog, Kruphix, Nikya, I could go on...) or in decks that can add +1/+1 counters to him (Atraxa, Marath, Vorel, Ezuri, Ghave, I could go on...). In other words, there are all kinds of homes for this guy, plus: TURTLE HYDRA!

He’s so cute.

Now, I’ll readily admit that my opinion of Thorn Mammoth may be skewed by the fact that it is absolutely stupid good in 1v1 Brawl. It obviously gets worse in multiplayer and in bigger card pools. But, that said, there are times when this card could absolutely own the board. My particular dream would be to cast an Avenger of Zendikar and Heroic Intervention with this guy out, and just build my own Plague Wind. Because that sounds fun, if a little jank. But seriously, Green can find ways to make this good, and can certainly find ways to cast it.

Obviously, Knight’s Charge belongs in one type of deck, and that deck is Knights tribal. And in that deck, this will be the best card in your deck. So whether you’re running Syr Gwyn or Aryel, Knight of Windgrace or motherfucking Morophon Knights for some reason, then you’ll run this and you’ll like it.

Okay, Tome of Legends is a card that nobody asked for, but here it is and if your commander is all about coming down quickly and going sideways, then here’s a card for them. So... I guess... Captain Lannery Storm, we found a card for you?

Aaaaaand last but definitely first, we have this gem. Arcane Signet. The card that made Commander players everywhere lose their collective shit and buy out every copy of every Brawl deck, jacking prices up to the sky. Way to go us! (Seriously though, I’m totally part of this problem and I fully admit it.)

Well, after many sobering hours of reflection pondering our addiction and the general meaninglessness of the pieces of cardboard we spend literal thousands of dollars on, and hence, the meaninglessness of life itself, we started slotting these babies into decks and forgot all about that nonsense. Because yes, truly, this card is great, and you should always run it.

And if they don’t reprint this in literally every Commander and Brawl product ever printed going forward, so help me...

I’m fine. I swear.

So yeah. That’s it. All the cards from Throne of Eldraine for Commander. There... sure are a lot of them, aren’t there? It’s like Wizards is thinking about majorly pushing this format or something... :)

#MtG #mtg commander

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rhenal · 7 years ago

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To the Void with the Void

Few things in Dragon Age lore bother me quite as much as the Void. It appears just about everywhere, in every faith, but what any one teaching says about what it actually IS never seems to be consistent - even in the same set of teachings.

Come with me on this journey, as I go through the Dragon Age Wiki page on the Void and follow every single cite note to the source - and look through those cited sources as well.

It starts with a brief summary, then goes into Chantry beliefs, because of course that comes first. It lists some verses from the chant.

All that the Maker has wrought is in His hand Beloved and precious to Him. Where the Maker has turned His face away, Is a Void in all things; In the world, in the Fade, In the hearts and minds of men.

Passing out of the world, in that Void shall they wander; O unrepentant, faithless, treacherous, They who are judged and found wanting Shall know forever the loss of the Maker's love. Only Our Lady shall weep for them.

—Canticle of Threnodies, 12:5

So... the void is both a vague emptiness in everything the Maker doesn’t like and the Andrastian version of Hell? Right. How conveniently vague. It never says ‘the Void’ though, just ‘a Void’.

Next follows some extrapolations. Since I know that fanon and canon tend to intermingle a lot in small, subtle and insidious ways, I shall stick as close to the source material - and only the source material - as the wiki and the rest of my resources will allow for, while mostly ignoring the wiki-specific text. So. Let’s follow the cite notes, in order.

The first one refers to a conversation with Sebastian in DA II. I don’t have that DLC, because I think that guy is kind of an arse and not worth my money, and after over an hour of searching both the wiki and youtube, I have not found this conversation, so I’m gonna drop that trail for now.

Second cite note also refers to a Sebastian conversation, but this is one I can actually find. It’s a banter conversation between him and Isabela.

Isabela: So, I've never understood why the Chantry says if you're good, you'll be taken up to the Maker's side. Sebastian: Those who die with the sins cleansed from their souls will walk beside the Maker in eternity. Isabela: That doesn't sound fun! Isabela: If they really want people to be good, shouldn't they offer an afterlife with... lakes of wine and a dozen naked virgins? Sebastian: Anyone who wants that will be going to the Void. Isabela: Sounds like that's where all the good parties will be.

So, Andrasian hell. K. Still doesn’t tell me anything useful.

Next few cite notes are grouped up. These unfortunately refer to books that I do not have access to at the moment - World of Thedas vol. 1 and the Dragon Age Origins official game guide - so I’ll simply settle for sharing the statement on the wiki.

The sinners are lost, endlessly wandering the Fade or even returning to the "ether" (the primeval matter of the Fade) from which they were made.

So, conflating the Void and the Fade now, are we? The next sentence references the Canticle of Threnodies, saying that it says that the Void is a place within the Fade. Time to check out what’s available of that Canticle myself...

Huh. Oh, that’s a lot. Yet after reading it all, the only mention of the Void I could find is in 12:5 above. “Where the Maker has turned His face away, Is a Void in all things; In the world, in the Fade, In the hearts and minds of men.” I think that can be interpreted in a lot of ways. It doesn’t quite say “The Void is a place in the fade” to me. It just says that there is an emptiness - a Void - in everything that the Maker found fault in. And he certainly found fault in the Fade, according to earlier verses in that very same Canticle. I don’t know, but this instance seems more figurative to me. Maybe I’m wrong.

Moving on. Up next is another Chantry verse.

Here lies the abyss, the well of all souls. From these emerald waters doth life begin anew. Come to me, child, and I shall embrace you. In my arms lies Eternity.

—Canticle of Andraste, 14:11

I can’t help but notice how ‘abyss’ isn’t capitalised in this verse. I checked in game - it’s not capitalised there either.

This verse bothers me. When reading further into the codex entry of “Here Lies the Abyss”, there is some musings by Revered Mother Juliette accompanying the verse. They read as follows:

Chantry sisters have long debated this section of the Chant of Light. It is tempting to assume that the "well of all souls" is a literal well, but such imagery appears nowhere in Andraste's other works. An examination from Threnodies 1:4 yields clues:

From the waters of the Fade you made the world. As the Fade had been fluid, so was the world fixed.

It is possible—even likely—that the "emerald waters" Andraste refers to are the substance of the Fade, which began as an "ocean of dreams" (Threnodies 1:1) and was reduced to a well—bottomless but limited in scope—by the Maker's creation of our world.

Is Andraste urging the listener to come to the Fade? Should we take "From these emerald waters doth life begin anew," as literal evidence of reincarnation—or even of life after death, as the Cult of Spirits suggests—or as a figurative benediction indicating that the Maker is the source of all life, and in finding His embrace for Eternity, we will only be returning our souls from whence they came?

Vague, is it not? Juliette seems as confused as I am.

Now, I remember when The Descent came out. When seeing The Wellspring at the end of that story, a lot of think-pieces popped up in the Meta community about how it looked an awful lot like what Andraste might have been describing in that Canticle of hers. Note how, in the Wiki page for the above-mentioned codex entry, there is a trivia section with a quoted passage from The Calling?

"It’s where Andraste goes to speak to the Maker for the first time. It’s where she convinces him to forgive mankind. It was supposed to be this beautiful temple deep under the earth surrounded by emerald waters."

Interesting, no?

If anything, it seems safe to say that The Chant doesn’t seem very interesting in defining just what either the Void or this abyss is in the first place, and anything further simply seem to be interpretations by various Chantry people, which is hardly a reliable source of anything.

Continuing down the Wiki page on the Void, we have the Elven beliefs section. Something something The Forgotten Ones dwell there - the cite note leads us to Codex Entry: Elven God Andruil. Well. Not beliefs of modern elves, then, since this entry is found in the temple of Mythal, but that’s splitting hairs.

One day Andruil grew tired of hunting mortal men and beasts. She began stalking The Forgotten Ones, wicked things that thrive in the abyss. Yet even a god should not linger there, and each time she entered the Void, Andruil suffered longer and longer periods of madness after returning.

Andruil put on armor made of the Void, and all forgot her true face. She made weapons of darkness, and plague ate her lands. She howled things meant to be forgotten, and the other gods became fearful Andruil would hunt them in turn. So Mythal spread rumors of a monstrous creature and took the form of a great serpent, waiting for Andruil at the base of a mountain.

When Andruil came, Mythal sprang on the hunter. They fought for three day and nights, Andruil slashing deep gouges in the serpent's hide. But Mythal's magic sapped Andruil's strength, and stole her knowledge of how to find the Void. After this, the great hunter could never make her way back to the abyss, and peace returned.

—Translated from ancient elven found in the Arbor Wilds, source unverified

Here is a much more clear distinction of the Void as an actual, tangible thing. Abyss is still not being capitalised, though. Abyss speaks to me of something deep down below. And the ancient Elves were actively encouraged to seek the deepest parts of the Fade, as seen in Codex Entry: Vir Dirthara: The Deepest Fade.

The pages of this book—memory?—are instructions on how to reach the deepest parts of the Fade, realms so far removed they're unmarked by Dreamers:

"Epiphany requires a mind smooth as mirror glass, still as stone. Put aside ten years for practice, and the next hundred for searching. What others have learned will ease your journey. Those who never manifested outside the Fade will find it easier to find its stillest roots, but it is rare the compulsion overtakes our brethren of the air."

Andruil roaming the Void was considered a bad thing by the Elves, yet seeking the deepest parts of the Fade was encouraged. That says to me that they are not the same. That says to me that the Void is not found in the Fade.

The Andruil codex entry also says that “all forgot her true face” and that because of her actions, “plague ate her lands”. The idea that it was Andruil who caused the Blight has been around for a long time. This codex entry is the source of that theory. So far, I am inclined to agree that it certainly sounds like that may be the case. So. Quite possibly, according to this tale, if this plague is indeed the blight, it can be concluded that the Blight came from the Void.

However, that is a whole lot of conditions. A lot of ‘if’s.

Next up, there’s talk about the legends of Fen’Harel and The Great Betrayal - which we know for certain fact by now is a lot more complicated than the legends make it out to be. However, I don’t remember there being any mention of the Void or an abyss - or even the Forgotten Ones - being mentioned in our conversation with Solas in Trespasser. Sometimes I wonder if the Forgotten Ones are just a trail that Bioware wants to drop, but then I remember that their most explicit appearance in all the games so far is as recently as Jaws of Hakkon. Well. Back on track.

The cite notes here only lead me to Arlathan: Part two and the Dread Wolf codex entry - both tellings of the Dalish legend, which tells me nothing new. The Forgotten Ones were allegedly trapped in the abyss. Might be good to point out that these legends also appear to imply that the Forgotten Ones came from the abyss, or at least that it was their home. “[...]if only the Forgotten Ones would return to the abyss for a time.“

Hmm. The Void wiki entry next says that The World of Thedas includes accounts of the Evanuris being trapped in the Eternal City. I thought that was just a theory. I really need to get that book. Clear some things up.

On to the next cite note, which leads me to the codex entry Elgar’nan: God of Vengeance. Another Dalish account, but this one brings up something interesting that I’ve not paid attention to before.

The sun, looking down upon the fruitful land, saw the joy that Elgar'nan took in her works and grew jealous. Out of spite, he shone his face full upon all the creatures the earth had created, and burned them all to ashes. The land cracked and split from bitterness and pain, and cried salt tears for the loss of all she had wrought. The pool of tears cried for the land became the ocean, and the cracks in her body the first rivers and streams.

Elgar'nan was furious at what his father had done and vowed vengeance. He lifted himself into the sky and wrestled the sun, determined to defeat him. They fought for an eternity, and eventually the sun grew weak, while Elgar'nan's rage was unabated. Eventually Elgar'nan threw the sun down from the sky and buried him in a deep abyss created by the land's sorrow.

A deep crack in the earth - a crack referrenced to as an abyss no less - created by the Sun’s rage.

Perhaps, this instead is a reference to the war in which the Evanuris were generals. The war that enabled their ascent to presumed godhood. And this chasm was opened by the battles waged in this war.

My mind wanders to The Abyssal Reach in the Western Approach. You know the one - the ginormous black chasm? The one that you fall into during Here Lies the Abyss?

The Wiki entry on the Western Approach says that “This area was the site of a major battle during the Second Blight. The darkspawn swarmed out of the great chasm to the south named the Abyssal Rift and corrupted the land beyond recovery.” Note that it doesn’t say is that the chasm was created during the Second Blight. It would appear that it was already there.

I’m thinking that this chasm is the same as the one referenced in Elgar’nan’s legend.

Although - nothing about this says that this chasm and the Void is the same thing. But I suspect that they may be connected.

Continuing down the Void wiki page, all that’s left is the cult of the Empty Ones - who worshiped the blight - as well as a fairly lengthy trivia section. Nothing I find here is new. The Empty ones say the Darkspawn came from the Void and that the Void is a place of nothingness. General mentions of a hungry, yawning void - which doesn’t really say anything because that’s a pretty general turn of phrase. The Staff of the Void’s description talks about a void as an absence of something, which once again sounds more like a turn of phrase than anything substantial.

There is always the Anvil of the Void - the thing that the Dwarves used to forge Golems. Since it essentially functioned by transferring the soul of a dwarf into that of the Golem, it could imply that the Void is somehow related to souls - or at least Dwarven souls - which would support the verse from the Canticle of Andraste mentioned before. But then, we also know that Elven souls come from the Fade - or at least that is what is implied, considering their close kinship with Spirits before the Veil.

And there is still the whole thing about where we have absolutely no idea where the Humans even came from in the first place...

So far, I’ve seen a lot of fairly interesting thinking points - but absolutely nothing that would really lead to any real consensus to what the Void even is - IF it even is. I can’t help but feel that despite the frequent use of the terms Void and abyss in both Elven and Chantry lore, none of these references are similar enough - or substantive enough - for me to be able to be able to safely conclude that the Void even is a special place or thing at all. It sounds to me like metaphorical speech far more often than it does anything else. A metaphor for deep underground or something. The Deep Roads. I don’t know.

But then I remember The Descent again. The Wellspring. The ‘lake’ that seemed almost like a sky. The Dwarf legend of the king who dug so deep down that he and his entire thaig “fell into the sky”. It makes me wonder...

In the end, all I feel I can really conclude for myself is that whatever it is, the Abyss is mostly deep below, and the Fade is mostly up above. I don’t think they are the same. Also that the Blight probably comes from the Void in one way or another.

But honestly, any more than that, the lore just doesn’t seem to converge into anything substantial anywhere. There is simply far too little to go on to make any solid conclusions, and what little lore there is appear to go into different places more often than not. We can assume, we can theorise, we can extrapolate - but what real lore there actually is tells us surprisingly little.

If anyone has any thoughts about this that are more coherent than mine, I’d love to hear them, because it feels like I’m thinking in circles.

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comebeonetwothree · 3 years ago

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Blog #6: Coast to Coast

6/29/2021

The homeland of the rich, the famous, and the homeless junkies of Los Angeles, California will always have my heart.

With my first near death experience, I have come to see life in a new light… YOLO!

Remember that term? Yah, it was one of those fads that had meaning to it but no longer holds a place in fashion... thank god.

Everything on this coast is slow, even the way people talk is dragged out. No one J-walks here. They seriously wait for that little white man to pop up on the cross walks before walking, even if there is not a car in sight.

Yet everyone here has a serious addition to coffee.

Hangovers are even more dragged because everyone is so uber healthy here, they straight up do not have greasy food.

I made the mistake of ordering an egg and cheese, knowing it’ll only be a disappointment compared to a New York BEC. It was beyond disappointing, especially being hungover as fuck.

Everyone here is stoned all the time and have been for years. I truly believe the whole city moves so slow because everyone is high all the time.

No wonder they can survive with the shitty food- they are too high to realize.

They do have some fire weed here, so it makes sense, but damn… they are so slow and ditsy.

There is so much art here, from music, to painting, to theater, to creativity, everyone comes here with a dream. Some make their dreams come true, others end up addicted to crack, but everyone originally came here in hopes of making something of themselves.

That energy runs through the streets, it is so lively and so filled with hope. It is truly an inspiring place to live.

Who

Who have you become…

The people on the west coast are just genuinely nicer. We had a conversation that consisted of outrageous hand gestures with a random man in his car.

He had blocked an intersection accidently so I couldn’t make a left turn, where he then proceeded to see me raging about it and trying to mouth to us how sorry he was. We straight up had a conversation with this guy and were joking around while waiting for the light. We left mouthing, “We are from New Yorkk, move outta the way” as a joke, and he just understood and left us with a peace sign.

There is a surplus of homelessness here, and it is sad to see but also so interesting to watch them set up communities on the sides of highways and all along the beach.

There is never just one homeless dude posted up under a cardboard box. It’s always 15+ people posting up together in nice ass tents they probably stole or making cardboard houses with tarps for extra coverage.

They get super creative with their homelessness; it is fascinating to watch.

This one guy was zipping down the road in what looked like a decked-out bike, with high handlebars and a motor. He was moving with traffic and was looking cool while doing it.

As he got closer, we realized his get-up was made from an ironing board he bent into a seat, a plastic crate holding up the ironing board to a lime scooter he probably stole a month prior. Topping it off, he added tall handlebars for that 70s badass look. That man mastered one man’s trash, into another man’s treasure.

The saddest part is knowing majority of them came out here looking for their big break and got so hooked on drugs, they could never make it farther then that last $10 in their pocket for drugs.

On the other hand, some of these people have money to their names, but choose this lifestyle.

They really enjoy the life of nothing. This one woman was offered a job and a home, and she politely turned it down because this was her home. She loved the community around her and wouldn’t trade it for any material. What a way of life.

My family was so generous to let us three, stay with them here in Venice Beach. My Uncle Greg is my mom’s brother. He moved out here with his family to further his comedic career. Unfortunately, that meant I couldn’t see my cousins often.

My cousin Owen is a year younger than me and in the same grade as my brother. My other cousin Jojo is four years younger but grew up so fast. I always said the water in California was cracked out, because she always appeared older than my brother and I.

Since COVID I hadn’t been able to see them in two years, so I was so excited to hang out with them.

Jojo just graduated high school, so she is finally old enough to do drugs with!!

We also got to meet up with our friend Izzy from Oneonta. She is living out here for the summer with her sister. What a life.

Izzy is thriving here with her job at this night club and is living in her sister’s cute ass apartment in Echo Park. She has the total LA vibe and even knows all the local spots to hang. Shout out to you for sneaking us into a random hotel’s rooftop pool! Confidence never gets questioned.

We love meeting up with friends from school, it makes the trip feel more homie.

What

What’s hanging dude…

Joshua Tree National Park was something out of another planet. It seriously looked like Jurassic Park and a dinosaur should be appearing at any second.

It was very different from anything we had ever seen before, but it was still a desert and was hot as fuck.

We did some gorgeous hikes through all the massively large, rounded rocks that somehow were placed on top of each other ages ago.

The trees that are all around are Joshua Trees, also considered Trees of Life.

This means they produce a way of life for other creatures at all stages of its growing/dying process.

While in beginning stages of its life, Yucca moths use the trees pollen to lay their eggs in and produce pollen scatter, creating more trees. When the trees are gown, the caterpillars use the tree for habitats and provides food sourcing for a lot of other desert species. When the tree dies, the bark is used to create habitats for humans and used to wove baskets and other materials.

These trees look like a palm tree and a cactus went to TOWN together.

Los Angeles is the other city of dreams. It is not comparable to New York City besides the homelessness and the traffic.

The Ocean really makes the whole city’s surfer aesthetic. Everyone, even the rich and famous, dress like they are in last weeks outfit.

The style is so different from New York. People really don’t dress to impress but spend half their life savings on their wardrobe.

Visiting my family here has always been the ideal way to do this city, since they take us to all the local shops, and we do fun activities like surfing. It’s not just another tour bus showing us where Kurt Cobain shot up some heroin for the first time.

They also show us the best food joints. We got these sushi balls, and it was the greatest -post beach snack- imaginable. A little hit of the wax pen and a bite of this ball is comparable to an orgasm.

Where

Where are all the famous people…

Joshua Tree was so beautiful, it is a place I will be re-visiting, considering we were only there for one night.

Los Angeles is where I have always wanted to live, ever since a young girl. Whenever we would come out here to visit my uncle, he would take us to the coolest places, and we would meet the coolest people.

One year I was here on my birthday, and his buddy stopped over to say hi, when I came downstairs in was Zach Galifianakis chilling there with a $20 bill and my name on it as a birthday gift.

You could imagine my teenage self shitting a tiny bit in my pants as he handed me $20… However, in my head I was thinking, “I know you’re rich, give me more you cheap fuck.”

This year for graduation I only got a phone call from him… how rude.

My Uncle is a popular comedian, if you know him you know him, but if you don’t, he is very irrelevant to you.

When we arrived, he took us out to a show he was preforming at in West Hollywood, featuring other comedians you might know or might also be very irrelevant, including Bill Burr, Anthony Jeselnik, Pete Holmes and Beth Stelling.

It was a cool venue, and a fun time. My favorite part was being called out for attempted DUI’s in every state we have been in due to my funneling addiction, thanks Uncle Greg, that was supposed to be a secret.

After the show he dropped us off at this bar that his friends said was the “it” spot. When we walked in, the bar itself was perfect, expect it was populated by older rich men trying to find their next sugar baby.

We had some contenders, but they were asking for too much… No, I don’t want to go back to your house and sneak past your wife and kids as we dart to your hot tub.

When

When will we leave…

When we first got to LA we had full intensions of staying only four nights and getting out of my family’s hair, but then plans fell through.

Because I love it here so much, we decided to stay!!

Just kidding, I wish we could stay longer… One day I’ll move out here though.

COVID restrictions are back at it again, ruining our plans of going Yosemite. They are the only National Park that requires a whole ass separate pass just to enter the park, on top of the $30 day pass we already have.

The only reason our route was heading inland California was to see that park. So, we did a little digging and decided to just send it up all the way up the coast and do the legendary Pacific Coast Highway.

This is what we originally wanted to do before we found out about Yosemite. Guess we will have to come back to see the park, aw shucks!

Why

Why can’t I afford this…

California is fucking expensive; I can see why the population of homelessness is so high… Even gas is $1.00 more than it is back in New York.

And for Why? They are on a coast, it’s not like the desert where there is a gas station every 100 miles.

They know people here have the money, so they overprice literally everything. A fucking water bottle is $7.00. Sorry didn’t realize paying for survival would be this expensive.

The older man at the bar loved to throw the fact he had money around (as do most people with money around here). He kept saying he works on wall street, but wall street is literally a street in New York City.

He just wanted to flex he works in finances and has a hot tub, okay we get it you have a small dick.

How

How we almost died…

This is my favorite part of the last week, but also the most traumatizing.

So, have you ever heard of cowboy camping?

Well, neither had we until our friend that had just camped in Joshua Tree told us about it and how legendary it was in that specific spot.

Cowboy camping: you don’t pitch your tent, you just post up with your sleeping bags under the stars.

Since Joshua Tree is known for their stars, we thought fuck it, we are here for less than 12 hours, the weather is perfect let’s do it.

That night was a full moon, and it was a killer sunset (all pun intended). We cooked up a nice rice bowl for dinner and then laid in our sleeping bags watching the stars.

The moon was almost too bright, it was taking away from the illumination of the stars, but it was legendary because I’ve never seen such a big and bright moon before.

But you know what they say about the full moons, it brings out the crazies. And in our case, coyote crazies.

After drifting off to sleep under the peaceful star and moon lit sky, I was rudely woken up to really loud growling and whimpering.

It was not something that was off in the distance, it was right next to us… barebone in the wild.

I quickly and quietly turned over to grab my bear spray that I keep next to me when camping. I started thinking, “Alright this is the only thing keeping me from getting mauled by whatever the fuck is next to me.”

Not knowing what we were dealing with, I slowly popped my head up hoping the animal didn’t catch my movement… I saw about 5 feet in front of us was a pack of about 10 coyotes, running around chasing animals.

We happen to be the center of their circle and were surrounded by their pack. Thankfully their attention was diverted to our asshole neighbor’s whose food was left out. Thanks for that.

We just laid their paralyzed in fear of death. As we laid there, I saw two shooting stars and wished for life… Shoutout to those shooting stars.

We tried to stay as quiet as possible, so we didn’t become their next victim. Maya was not having it though and couldn’t stop shaking. There was a moment when her shaking was so loud, and I could see a coyote right next to us, so I had to hold her body so it would stop moving.

We laid there for about 20 minutes until the noises stopped… then we booked it for the car. We slept in the car until the sun rose.

As the sun was rising all the coyotes simultaneously howled for the rest of the pack to meet up and disappear before daylight. That was one of those, “holy shit that was the coolest most terrifying moments of my life”, moments.

We left the next morning as fast as possible, running on no sleep and fear… we headed for the city. I had never been more grateful to be in a city.

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thepaperpanda · 7 years ago

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Under The Setting Sun || Chapter I

Words: 1705

Warnings: none

SUMMARY: When the world is falling apart, the only thing that humanity needs are heroes. Namely the united heroes. In an uneven fight against the forces of evil, they will have to lay down their fate on the edge of the providence. Which of sides will suffer a defeat and which will plunder in glory after a delightful victory?

Author: Manaick

A/N: This is our interpretation of Avengers: Infinity War {We based our story on the trailer and our own premonitions regarding an upcoming movie}. Hope you will enjoy it.

This was their only home. The spaceship was simply constructed of something iridescent. Straight lines were forming the walls, a large window at the front was allowing to navigate properly. The frame around the surroundings was filled with ominous brittle silence, for there was no gravity to hold them firmly nor was there gravity to supervise their zeal and minds. They somehow knew that something was around.

The blackness engulfed their thoughts. Stretching out in front of them, the unknown studied their fears, courage and knowledge. There was no life here. That was simple, no thriving population, no signs of past living. The darkness had overcome any sense of purity, consumed all hope of cleanliness and had wiped out all desire. "Do you really think it's a good idea to go back to Earth?" Loki said without conviction in his voice, looking at the dark emptiness of space in front of him. Thor looked at his brother with a soft frown. "Yes, of course, people there love me. I am very popular." He explained, gazing at his brother from time to time. "Let me rephrase that. Do you really think it's a good idea to bring ME back to Earth?" Loki repeated himself a bit worried. "Probably not, to be honest." Thor said. "I wouldn't be worried, brother... I feel like everything's gonna work out fine..." After these words something has happened. Suddenly, both brothers saw a huge spaceship, emerging out from the darkness of space, right in front of their ship. Both men were looking up in disbelief of the view. "I think you spoke a bit too early, dear brother..." Loki spoke with a bit of irony in his voice. "What is that?!" Thor asked out loudly. "No idea, brother... But I have a bad feelings about this..." Loki muttered, watching the ship carefully and taking a little step backwards.

A wry smile crushed on his lips as he watched the ship in front of his one. "Kill 'em all. No hostages." His voice echoed from the walls of the great hall of his ship. Sitting in his spacious chair, he rose his huge hand, calling a specific person by this gesture. "Yes, my master?" a tall woman stood in front of him, her figure tensed but her eyes never left his. "I want to have this gem now. I've been chasing it for too long. Find it." Blue-haired woman gave a slight nod and turned around to leave the hall. "I count on you, Proxima." A formidable voice could be heard. She stopped for a second, however she didn't turn around. She tightened the grip on the spear she was holding in her hand. "I won't let you down, master." After these words, woman left leaving the Titan alone.

It didn't take aggressors long to crush the main gate of Asgardian ship, which were separating passengers from the vacuum. Titan's warriors entered the other ship quickly, they didn't leave too much of a maneuvering field for others to defend. Valkyrie was ready to fight with Hulk and volunteers that offered themselves. "We can't let them win! Fight, brothers and sisters! Fight, Asgardians!" Woman yelled and everyone started to attack. Hulk, using his superhuman strength smashed several aliens easily. Valkyrie did same, killing few of the Titan's warriors. "Thor! We ain't gonna push back this attack, there's too many of them!" dark haired woman yelled looking around for the God of Thunders. Thor, hearing this, threw a gaze at his brother. "We have to stop them!" Loki's heart was pounding hardly inside his chest. "Any ideas, brother? I just hope it's not gonna include the GET HELP action, isn't this?!" Loki growled darkly finishing one of the enemies off.

Everyone who was able to fight was doing that. Man. Woman. No exceptions. Asgardians have united to defend aliens. To protect their last piece of something that once was their home.

Some men tried to take all children to safe place, namely to the bridge chamber of their ship, unfortunately they failed. Others could only hear loud screams and howls of their compatriots when Thanos’ aliens broke to the room.

A string of screams unraveled from Thor's tongue, like yarn unfurling, as one of the creatures advanced. It's slick skin shimmered with hot anger along with it's dark, cold eyes. Every step it took rattled his bones and struck his heart. Thor tried to dodge a swing from its massive claws, but it struck his side and he tumbled into the floor. He could hear nothing, all was silenced, the yells of the Asgardians, the hisses of the creature, all inaudible. All he could do is feel. Feel the cold ground pressed against his form, the heat from the pain, and the rhythm of his terrified heart. He looked upward through the huge window in the front part of their ship, into the stars. Thor closed his eyes as he felt a searing pain.

"Brother!" Loki knocked another enemy down and rushed to Thor.

With few agile movements he killed the huge creature.

Black haired man knelt down next to Thor and pressed hands to his wound.

"Hold on. Just don't decide to faint, okay?" Loki tried to sound as calm as it was only possible, but he knew how faltering his voice was at that point.

Thor involuntarily pushed Loki's hand off.

"I am alright.. People.. Save as many as you can. I'll be fine.." with a loud hiss Thor got back onto his feet.

Loki nodded and once again he threw himself into a combat.

The fight against the enemies was continued.

The battlefield lay quiet, for it was now a graveyard of the unburied. Mad Titan's army was much stronger than people of Asgard. A lot of blood was shed before the fight has ended. Many people died devoting their lives in the fight against the invaders. Their eyes were as immobile as their limbs. Their souls had long departed to the celestial places to walk with the ancestors. The battle was lost, the enemy had won. Thor was laying in the second chamber of the Asgardian ship, being beared up by Valkyrie and Banner. Suddenly, the violent sound of crushing metal rented the air with a shower of sparks. The bulkhead has been destroyed. A tall purple person has entered the main chamber without hesitation.

"Proxima!" tall man yelled aloud.

Midnight came out of the shadow, her hands were covered in clotted blood. "I've looked everywhere. No signs of Space Stone, my mas...." Titan put his large hand up in the air silencing her. "I feel it. I can smell it" he said deeply and a mischievous smile crawled on his lips. He took few huge steps ahead and he entered another chamber. "Oh! Look at that!" chap stood in the middle of the room looking around until his eyes fell on the Valkyrie, Bruce and Thor. "Space Stone. Where's it?" Valkyrie slowly dropped her head down closing her eyes shot and squeezing Thor's hand hardly. "Who're you?" Banner asked simply getting up of the floor. "I've asked you a question, mortal!" Titan vociferated audibly. It didn't take long for Banner to get frenzied by emotions and within seconds he has changed into his green version. As he turned into Hulk, he attacked the purple tall man, unfortunately unsuccessfully. With one hit, Titan has sent Hulk to the floor so easily. "Anyone else?" he laughed wryly. "And now. Where's the Space Stone?" The silence was inscrutable. "Aa I can see, none of you will be useful. You're all gonna die." Proxima approached her master and she prepared her spear aiming at Thor with a rude smile on her lips. "STOP!" Titan and Midnight both turned around. Loki was standing in the passage, his dark hair were put behind his ears. "Well, well, well. The God of Mischief himself" Titan laughed grossly. "I thought you're dead. But they kept you alive. Great." Loki raised his mouth corners in a grimace and he slowly entered into the chamber, stepping above dead bodies of his fellows. "Could I interest you in negotiations?" Loki asked carefully going into Titan's direction. "I'm in possession of something which might be precious to you." Thanos narrowed his forehead. "Continue." Loki threw a brief glance at his brother and rest of the team. He reached his hand ahead. A blue light of Tesseract glowed around.

Thanos didn't say a word, he only nodded at Proxima. She once again aimed her spear at Thor. "Give it back to me, Loki. And in my generosity I'll let you all free" Thanos reached his large hand towards Loki. "If you won't cooperate, I'll make you all suffer. Do you really want to have them on your conscience?" Titan pointed at three people behind him. "Decision is up to you."

“No! Loki, no! You can't!” Thor leant his weight on his elbow. “Don't do this, brother! It's too powerful to be entrusted into his hands!!!”

Proxima made few long steps and slapped Thor’s face with her spear. Loki looked briefly at Thor and turned Tesseract in his hand few times observing delightful cold light of the object. With a deep sigh, man made few more steps and handled Tesseract to Thanos, bowing his head a bit. "I'm doing this with a pain in my heart. It would be more useful in my hands.. Now, let us free." Thanos took Tesseract in his hands and within a second, in a coruscation of light, he pull the little blue stone out of it. Smiling proudly, Thanos put the stone at the one of free places on his glove. The smile didn't get off his disgusting lips. He looked at Proxima above his shoulder and uttered. "Kill them and destroy the ship." Loki paled more after those words. "You promised.." Thanos giggled darkly. "Don't trust anyone but yourself. And you'll come with me." Titan left the chamber and went back on his own ship while two of the aliens pulled Loki behind them leading him in the same direction. "NO!!! NO!!!" The last thing Loki heard was screams of Thor and sounds of scuffle. "I'll come back for you, brother" Loki whispered under his breath.

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Annihilation of You [1/2]

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 (finale) Words: 8.4k Genre: Fluff, Slight Crack, Soulmate!Au, Evil Genius!Au, Post Apocalyptic!Au Summary: You have one goal: destroy the world. Only one thing stands in your way: your soulmate. Looks like you’re going to have to destroy him first. → Inspired by this and this.

You will destroy the world.

Mankind will be eradicated and the plains will be ravaged. The human species will be vaporized and Earth will be brought back to it’s previous natural state; luscious greenery and vegetation with thriving lifeforms. Warm sunlight will filter through tall and overgrown trees, animals will return to their indigenous habitats and the air will become freshly crisp once more.

No longer will decaying bodies lay on dirt. No longer will the smog pollution fill the sky in shades of brown and gray. The selfish desires of the elite and the mindset of materialism won’t rule over hearts, blind eyes with greed. War won’t be a word in the dictionary or a concept in existence.

No one can stop you.

MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!

“Your. evil. laugh. is. quite. reaching. its. ultimate. form. of. excellency. Y/N.” Elise speaks with a monotone voice. It’s unemotional and flat - exactly the way you made her. Perfect.

You swivel around in your chair. “Silence, Elise.”

A hundred years ago, civilization fell to absolute shit when leadership was held by immature individuals. Strained diplomatic relations resulted in one country nuking another's and the other nuking everyone. If that wasn’t bad enough, a top secret lab somewhere in the desert was broken into. Experimental monkeys ended up running rampant on the streets.

Apparently, the government had been purposely trying to develop a disease to drop in enemy territory but from the burglary, the virus was set loose into the world. As one may expect, an epidemic immediately broke out. It made the dead walk with an undying thirst for living human flesh. These mindless creatures were called ‘zombies’ or at least that’s what you read in the historical books.

Fortunately, in approximately fifty years from the initial outbreak, all the zombies rotted to death.

Billions had died but there were still a handful of fighting (rather lucky and miraculous) survivors out there, building their way back into the world in sophistication and paving a way for civilization once more. But you didn’t feel an ounce of fascination - not even as a child. You facepalmed and groaned, covering your face with the white pages of the worn book.

Why were humans such idiots?

They were simply going to repeat everything over again. People never learn. They were going to run this planet to the core before they’ll realize. Sure, you could just migrate to another planet but you wouldn’t be able to sleep at night with the thought of these idiotic species raging in existence.

Thus, for as long as you could possibly remember, you had a dream to end humanity once and for all.

“Perfect! Perfect!”

Another stream of menacing laughter leaves parted lips. Your fingers tap furiously over the keyboard, screen flickering to show the progress of the rockets currently lying dormant underground.

“The. progress. is-.” Elise emits her speech through the speakers. “-at. exactly. ninety-point-zero. percent. Approximately. three. months. until. completion. and. detonation.”

“Right on track.” You mumble under your breath. It takes one simple push to move from your console computer desk to the engine in the corner.

It’s a chunk of metal with wires running inside the box, circuits shooting out as you flip the switch. It screeches a horrendous pitch as it boots up, the screen lighting to blind your eyes. It may take up quite a bit of space but it works and you can’t be bothered to modify it to a smaller size - not when you’re working on eliminating human kind.

“Show me.”

Your voice commands the machinery and it responds with a dry “activating”.

You had assembled this mechanism decades before, an idea that had been in the works and only tangible a few months ago after innumerable amounts of tweaking. The incompetent would call it a ‘future portal’. But it isn’t. It’s plainly artificial intelligence that measures tendencies, personalities and patterns. It assesses the probability of what is most likely to occur and displays it.

Ninety-nine percent accuracy.

Unfortunately for you, it only shows three months in advance. It busts every time you attempt to look farther into the future and the accuracy halves. Nevertheless, it does not matter. You’re on schedule. Nothing else can possibly happen. You’re going to wipe out this world either way.

“Exhibiting…....” The words flash across the monitor. “Three months from today….”

It suddenly goes black and you mutter a curse, ready to slam the machine but then it illuminates again, so bright that you hold your hand up to your eyes, wincing away. “What the-”

Laughter. It isn’t menacing. It isn’t ominous or threatening. It doesn’t loom darkness over sunlight, doesn’t rise goosebumps on skin or cause vicious animals to shudder. It’s the type of laugh...or rather...giggle that bubbles from the heart and swelled cheeks sore from smiling. It’s a sound so unlike your evil snickers. It’s genuine and light, floating like innocent clouds.

It’s disgusting.

And it’s your voice. It’s your laughter.

“What the hell?” A breathless whisper leaves your mouth and you hesitate to bring down your arm. Though once you do, for the first time in eternity, you’re utterly baffled.

Your jaw drops, your pupils dilate and your heart palpitates at a dangerous pace. You fall back into your swivel chair and you nearly faceplant onto the floor. “Oh my god.”

It’s you. on the screen. in the arms. of. a. male.

He’s embracing you from behind, hands clasped together at your stomach. He smiles down, eyes crinkling with a soft expression. Most importantly...you’re looking up at him with an endeared look as if he’s your everything. And the both of you are SWAYING?! TOGETHER???????????????????????????????

“What the-” You’re unable to comprehend the fuzzy film in front of you, instead choosing to pound your fist on the table. “Show me the second most likely future.”

The engine hears your command and the monitor flickers.

This time the stranger is holding a bouquet of flowers with a sly smirk, presenting it in front of you while you’re in a...flustered form?!?! Impossible! There must be a malfunction within the system. You don’t even allow other living lifeforms into your dome.

“Show me the third future!” You scream a command, howl ricocheting off your metal ceiling.

The third future shows the stranger. The fourth, fifth and sixth occupy his smiling face. Your hand meant to type out codes of destruction are held by his. Ugh. He’s pecking you on the cheek, on the forehead, on the edges of your knuckles. Needless to say, it’s horrific. Your worst nightmare. An absolute abomination!

It’s when you see the seventh, when your mouth is curled upwards and you’re murmuring an ‘I love y-’ when you decide enough is enough. Your clenched fist hurls itself at the keyboard and the screen goes dark, aware of your outrage and shutting off automatically.

“Elise.” You spit her name past gritted teeth.

None of the futures even include the extinction of humans.

She replies as you run a frustrated hand through your hair. “What. can. I. do. for. you. your. greatness.”

“Identify this male mortal.”

When you push your swivel chair back to the main console, the humongous screen that’s nailed onto the entire expanse of the wall shows a standard picture of the stranger. The image rotates to show his entire body, fully clothed of course. You don’t need to be blinded. “His. name. is. Kim. Seokjin.”

“Kim. Seokjin. is. sixty. three. kilograms. in. weight. and. his. height. is. one. hundred. seventy. nine. centimeters. He. is. age. twenty. four. He. is. in. prime. condition. for. procreation.”

You groan into your hands, waving the air to silence her. It takes a full moment before you sharply inhale and sit straight with undeterred calmness. “Where is he located?”

She states motionlessly, “A. developing. town. exactly. nineteen. kilometers. west.”

Humans. Didn’t they know that you built this home with the intention of living in complete isolation? Since when did they move so quickly? Were they planning to pillage the land again and overpopulate themselves? Above all, why didn’t you notice beforehand? Were you really that focused on your task that you failed to see? Nineteen kilometers is merely four hours on foot. If some fool decided to walk in one direction for all of that time, they would certainly run into your abode.

You make a note to later set up an invisible shield around the grounds to conceal yourself.

“What is his personality? His habits and natural tendencies?” You lean in close. “His weaknesses.”

Your computer program takes a long moment before answering, running through the database and data processor, all known history and encyclopedias. You’re holding in your breath, closing your eyes to prepare for the spew of material but then- “insufficient information.”

“Elise. Tell me.” You inhale a steady breath. “How likely is it...that he will be in my future?”

You’ve held in the temptation to scream your head off, to slam your shiny keyboard and break your extensive computer monitors. Never in your life before have you felt so out of control.

No one can stand in the gateway to your goal. Not that you’d exactly want to but in a heartbeat, you’ll annihilate anyone who stands in your way-

“One hundred percent.” Elise says. “He. is. someone. you. may. call-”

Preposterous. The word that she speaks, the very concept of it, is not suppose to exist. It’s an idea with the purpose of fulfilling recreational pleasures in romanticized novels and movies. It goes against the very core of science, biology and mathematics. But Elise is never wrong. No. She is your artificial intelligent servant, assistant to you and head of your entire engine. She is the entire foundation of the dome. You built her to be foolproof. Perfect.

She is incapable of lying. If she isn’t wrong, then she speaks the truth.

“-soulmate.”

It’s a tiny obstacle. A crack in your flawlessly paved path. A bump in the road. It may be small but it still stands in your way. Without hesitation, you’re already aware of the next course of action.

You’re going to have to annihilate the so-called Kim Seokjin.

The sunrays beam down past the black clouds, making you scowl at the natural brightness. You were used to your white artificial lighting, automatically able to adjust to the size of your pupils and to avoid straining your eyes. If that wasn’t any bad then you were certainly despising the way dirt was surrounding your clean shoes. What you were glad for, however, was that the measly humans had buried all the dead bodies surrounding the area. At least they weren’t that idiotic to leave decaying flesh above ground to manifest more diseases.

The town reminded you of the medieval era, an image you remember directly out of the encyclopedia. Like the barren land surrounding the region, it is hues of sepia and gray, somber and shabby with maze-like alleyways. Their homes are made from timber frames and brick roofs, the tallest of ones only two stories high. The meager dwellings are of stone and even straw. However, unlike the actual medieval times, humans had already been through this part of history. Despite their lacking construction abilities as they have yet to build machinery to improve the process, their law and order was still modernized.

You estimate that it wouldn’t take long, perhaps only a few decades, before humanity can recover from their losses and build modern society again. But that isn’t any of your problem. You’ll end them before they get the chance. You just have to find him.

“There he is…” You mutter to yourself, a habit you find no sense in fixing. “What is he doing?”

You’re hidden in the shadows, behind a thick trunk of a birch tree. A black clock adorns your body, hood risen to conceal your features in case someone were to catch a glimpse. More importantly, in your hands, fingers curled around the trigger, is a ray gun. With one shot, he’ll disintegrate into ash, zap into dust. And all your complications will dissolve as quickly as his scream will muffle in his annihilation. One pull, one second, one beam that will fire from the muzzle and he will cease to exist!

“Muhaha-” A mute cackle befalls from your lips but as quickly as it came, it suffocates in your throat. Your eyes double and you peer closer to the scene unravelling - it’s him. “What the..”

The thin trees with curling branches become motionless as the whipping wind stills, a few leaves twirling down to the ground. The cloud shifts, black smog cleared by the yellow luminescent light; it casts a soft glow around his form, his skin soaking in the warmth and eyes flaming with a twinkle. Your breath hitches, heart batter against your chest like a knuckle to a door, pleading for permission to enter. And you despise how cliché it all is - how time feels like it stops, how you can feel and not logically scrutinize why you sense a link to him. It’s as if there’s an invisible silk ribbon, tying yourself to him and him to you, putting you at mercy to his hand.

A curse sounds past your breath.

He is dressed in a rugged plaid shirt, shabby clothing that unfortunately doesn’t take away from his objective handsome outer appearance. But what irritates you even more is the idiotic, foolish grin that adorns his face. His cheeks are swollen, eyes are crinkled into ignorant bliss as he assistants the elderly lady with her heavy brown bags. Elderly. A human far past their prime and no longer useful for procreation nor their knowledge, years of wisdom flown away with their awareness.

The stranger, Kim Seokjin, crouches down to grab her bags and smiles once more as she loops her arm around his bigger one, helping to walk across the alleyways. Without realizing, your finger on the trigger slips. The ray gun falls, your arm drops. You falter.

His head darts back and his shuffling feet halt. It’s as if he, like you, has automatically sensed a presence. It’s an instinct, the subconscious mind screaming out to draw the both of you together. It’s a reflex, like jolting away from the heat of a flame, a reaction that you cannot control. Destiny has binded your futures together.

You immediately inhale a sharp breath, turning around to remain unseen, undisturbed in the shadows. You hope he didn’t catch you and you don’t linger so he can. Within the next heartbeat, you swipe the fallen weapon and withdraw the hoverboard from your bag. As you make your escape, you can only curse him a million times over.

“Dammit. I’ll get you, Kim Seokjin.” Your body tears through the air, hair whisking back. “Even if it’s the last thing I goddamn do!”

Jin’s eyes narrow at the tree. He swears...he saw someone there.

Being in control means everything and more. Disregarding that it may be one step too many, it’s better to be prepared when expecting the worse. That’s why you’re on the cold floor, constructing a robot in early hours of the morning instead of working on the rockets to eradicate mortal life.

The time of day doesn’t hold any significance to you, you’ve worked past midnight on countless occasions previously. The measurement of time is merely a human construct after all, an individual shouldn’t allow the concept to rule their life. However, it has been two full days since you slept. You’ve been working on a pill to decrease the length of rest necessary, though you must admit, it’s on the backburner.

“Your. android. to. exterminate. Kim. Seokjin. is. at…” Elise pipes up, the screen monitor showing blueprints of your new machine. “...fifty. percent. until. completion.”

“Good. Good.” You rub your sweaty hands together and wipe your forehead.

“You. have. approximately.” She takes a second to calculate. “one. hour. left. until. losing. consciousness. due. to. exhaustion.”

You hum in a delayed response. In case something happens to you, which it won’t, you’re constructing a cyborg to finish your mission. It’s sole purpose is to dispose of Kim Seokjin.

In the next twenty minutes, you clasp your hands together, standing to your feet. Elise flicks off the lights, blessing you farewell as the console goes dark into shut down. You retire to your room, flopping on top of the cool mattress. Exhaustion takes over and in your bleary mind, you conclude that more information will be necessary to obtain on the stranger. If you can find his weaknesses, obliterating the man will be child’s play. Then and only then can you finally reach your ambition…

“Where is he…?” You mutter, scoping the premise and scowling when you can’t find the human. As dirty and overpopulated the town is, hundreds of others have probably walked past you now.

There seems to be no other choice. You’ll have to rise from the bushes and go actively seeking out the stranger. It’s better that way, rather than hiding for another three hours and allowing your legs to become more numb than they are.

As you raise your hood and look both ways until the coast is clear, you beseech any higher power that your human interaction will be as limited as possible.

“Excuse me.” Someone interrupts your thoughts, a light tap on your left shoulder that has you flinching in dread and disgust. You haven’t even made it two minutes, ten meters before a member of the baboon species has bothered you. “I’m sorry. This must be so rude of me and I deeply apologize but have I met you somewhere befo-”

“What?” You bitterly bite, swiveling harshly on your heel and wondering what kind of beggar it is, dazed from greed and trying to scam you for wealth.

Except, you’re met with wide orbs the shade of chestnuts, doe and innocent eyes that seem genuinely soft. A tiny glimmer in his pupils light as he connects them with yours. The fingers that tapped your shoulder, now by his side, are the cause of your recoil. The simple touch had seeped through your cloak, pulsating your skin. Against science and pure logic, you’re afraid that if he lays another hand, sparks will conduct.

“Oh- I’m..uh..” He seems taken back as you are, shuffling awkwardly for a mere moment until he freezes altogether. He plasters his vision onto your features as if fearful that you’ll disappear into thin air and he’ll forget. “I’m Kim Seokjin.”

“I’m fully aware.” You grunt out incoherently.

He tips his head to the side in confusion, brows tangling. “What?”

That’s when it hits you. He’s seen your face. He’s looking it at it. right. now.

You stagger backwards with horror laced in your features, ready to vomit and scream - perhaps both at the same time. As if telepathic, he grabs your hand with concern washing over his appearance. “Are you okay? Miss?”

Fate seals in the deal. The brush of his thumb against your palm, collision of emotions enveloping your soul. He, too, frowns at the sudden feeling of warmth washing over inside of him. Goosebumps raise along your skin, your heart pauses for a brief moment. Addicted to the sense of comfort, he tightens his caress on your hand. “What-?”

You retract your hand from his grasps, urgently holding it up for inspection. From your sudden movement, his word becomes forgotten. After a good second of silence, he breaks out into a tiny smile. Your brows are furrowed together, orbs misty in contemplation. You’re completely aloof, unaware of your surroundings and distracted by the million thoughts spewing inside your brain.

“Miss? Excuse me?” Jin lowers himself to match your height and he waves a hand in front of your face. You instantly snap out of it, in alarm of his close proximity and for a mere flash, you catch the plushness of his lips-

Disengage. Disengage. Disengage.

Your own brain blares at you. Nonetheless, you find your limbs immobile, glued to the ground while you gaze back into his honey irises.

Y/N. You are currently speaking to the enemy. You have come into contact with the enemy.

Disengage. Disengage. Disengage immediately.

“Ha. Ha…..” You back away, shooting your hands out cautiously. “It was my pleasure meeting you, Kim Seokjin. Unfortunately, I have substantial matters to attend to. Farewell then.”

You run for the hills.

“Wait!” He shouts after your dashing form. “Will I see you again?”

You mutter spitefully under your breath. “Oh you will.”

Seokjin stands in the middle of the barren street, fully bewildered until he melts into a smile. How odd. With clasped hands, he turns and walks away. Though he can’t seem to stop his mind from thoughts of you. What a strange girl. What made him stop you, a stranger no less, in the middle of the road; he has no idea. It felt almost….instinctual.

He shakes his head, finding it a shame that he never caught your name.

It’s a bad idea.

You know it is. Never in your entire existence have you done something so illogical. Every decision you’ve made up to this point has been calculated and objective. Never have you been moved purely by desire and passion. Yet, here you are, looking for none other than Kim Seokjin.

“There you are!” He perks up, running from your peripheral vision and nearly scaring you half to death. “I thought I was never going to see you again!”

He huffs and puffs, having just sprinted and you curse under your breath. After a week of contemplation, you had decided to leave the dome to do more observations on your victim. How he found you so easily after you had been wandering around for half an hour is beyond your comprehension. Perhaps it's the intuition that binds you both together as soulmates - the man just happens to listen to his heart more than you do, hence, he was able to find you before you could find him.

Dammit.

A part of you up to this very moment refuses to believe the concept of soulmates. It must be by chance that he found you. Luck or rather, your unluckiness.

It’s your misfortune and his serendipity.

You should’ve built that invisibility blanket you’ve been thinking about.

“I’m sorry.” Kim Seokjin scratches the back of his neck out of anxiousness. You wonder why your infamous hard stare hasn’t scared him off. “I know we haven’t properly met and I’m already acting like I know you. I don’t even know your name. It’s just the last time- I..um..”

You take out your hand, motioning him to silence as you often do to Elise. You’re saving him from his embarrassment and blunders. “Your apology has been received. Further contemplation is required before acceptance or rejection. Thank you, have a nice day.”

“Wait. Wait.” He catches up to you, matching your frantic pace. His legs cramp from the long strides but he ignores the sting. “I don’t know your name.”

“Is there any purpose for you to obtain the information of my name?”

“Yes.” He says firmly with a nod. “Call me crazy...it’s just a feeling….but I think we’ll be meeting each other a lot more. I want to see you.”

“You’re crazy.” You snarl back, flashing another cold glare before you clear your throat and pin your eyes straight ahead. Hopefully he’ll get off your back and you’ll be able to follow him from afar. “And I am certain that there won’t be any more encounters between our partnership. Not that there was any partnership in existence. Thank you. Goodbye.”

Kim Seokjin pouts. The homo sapien male or rather….child has the audacity to jut out his bottom lip and flash you the biggest puppy eyes. The second you catch it from your peripheral vision, you turn to him in absolute dismay. He stops walking and you’re also forced to a standstill.

He blinks once, batting his eyelashes.

“But I told you my name.” He whines. “Don’t you think it’s rather unfair, miss?”

“There is no reason for you to know.”

“There is a reason.” He asserts fearlessly. “I’m curious and interested in you. Not necessarily with a romantic perspective but I’m interested in you as a person. If you couldn’t tell, you’re a very beautiful lady with a smart and confident aura. I like it.” He scans you from top to bottom before murmuring- “I like you.”

You’re wholly stunned. You’ve never met nor interacted with someone so blunt before.

With a few dazed blinks in his direction, you crane your neck forward again and continue walking. “Why do you wear a black cloak?” He tips his head in curiosity, matching your pace that’s slower than before. “Where did you get it from?” Kim Seokjin frowns at the fabric, wondering if it is actually velvet and how you could possibly find the materials or sew something so luxurious in this day and age.

“You’re not from around here, are you?”

You ignore his third question, strolling ahead casually. That is until a smaller, two meter tall, human species comes toddling in front of you. “Do you have spare change?” The tiny boy looks up to you with glistening eyes and you flinch, coiling back. Without realizing, you bump into Kim Seokjin’s chest and with a delay in reaction, his hands wrap around your shoulders to steady you.

“I think I do.” Kim Seokjin chirps up, letting go of you to dig into his pocket. “Here you go.”

The child’s orbs light up as he receives the golden coin and Jin mimics the grin, watching as the younger skips to the bread stand. “Don’t worry.” The man murmurs close to your ear, breaking you from your reverie and guiding you to continue walking ahead. “None of us are infected.”

For the first time, you take a good look around the town and to the people whose faces you’ve ignored. The mortals all range from age, some with wrinkled foreheads and others with doe eyes. A few are smiling while others are sulking but their appearances, though shabby with dirt stains marring their skin, is much like your own. “If we’re still alive, that means we’re immune to the disease. If not, we’d already be dead.”

You nod, allowing your thoughts to become your words. “Interesting. Those who were unaffected by the outbreak a century ago passed on the same genes to their offsprings.” Jin dips his head, acknowledging that you are indeed correct. “Fascinating how resilient the human species can be. However, that wasn’t why I was apprehensive about the child. I’m simply….not used to children.”

You’re not exactly sure why you’re expressing your troubles to him. “...their dirty hands and innocence. Humans in general, as a matter of fact. I am unfamiliar with them and rather uncomfortable with their excessive ignorance.”

Jin scoffs out of amusement, eyeing you quite closely as he walks by your side. “Aren’t you a human?”

“You don’t know anything about me.” You snap back. Making it to the end of the empty alley, it’s time for you to dismiss his presence from your life. “Farewell, Kim Seokjin.”

“Wait!”

You pull out your hoverboard from your knapsack, his eyes doubling in confusion on the device but you disregard his emotions. He’s going to die soon anyways. There’s no point in explaining anything to him.

As you step onto the floating device, you linger with a bit of hesitance, deciding to turn around and face him once more. That’s right, he’s going to die soon. There won’t be a problem in gracing him with one last gift. “I will reward the knowledge you have given me with my name. But beware, Kim Seokjin, your interest in me will only lead you closer to your demise.”

With no one in the vicinity, you disclose the information and in the next second, you’re flying away in the direction of your home.

He whispers it underneath his breath, prayer-like as his irises are transfixed on your retreating form. “Y/N.”

The lights are dimmed to nothing, shadows nonexistent as darkness has taken over. The only source of luminescence is the giant monitor behind your console, laying out blueprints and rotating the 2D model you’ve constructed. In order to get back onto schedule, you’ve been working at an astronomical pace. The shell and exterior of the killing android has been completed. All you need to do now is input the code you've created and modify the last microchips for any flaws.

Except, when you reach into your pocket, the small USB is absent.

“What..?” You dig inside all of your bags, even lifting the sole of your shoes to check if you hid it there for safety measures. “Elise.” She boots back up after resting. “Locate my Universal Serial Bus Flash Drive.”

“Locating.” She buffers for a millisecond. “The. data. storage. device. containing. the. code. for. Kim. Seokjin’s. assassination. has. been. misplaced. It. is. not. in. the. vicinity. of. the. area.”

“Dammit to all hell.” You drop down in your swivel chair. “Bring me the backup version.”

The next words she motionlessly utters, “backup. version. is. not. saved.”, causes a strangled screech to leave your throat.

“WHAT?!”

“Auxiliary. automatic. save. mode. requires. a. system. update. I. have. reminded. you. previously. two. months. ago. however. you. informed. me that. time. cannot. be. wasted. and. all. efforts. must. be. put. into. destroying. humanity. Therefore. the. console. has. not. been. updated. since.”

“You better not be sassing me right now, Elise.” You retort sharply and she asks for pardon to which you dismiss her. “Nevermind then. Is there any way we can receive a copy of that information again?”

“No.”

Her cold cut answer leaves you dismayed, putting your head in your hands with a drawn out sigh. You’ll have to start anew which won’t be too horrendous considering you still remember some of the patterns. It’s the mere fact that eighty four hours of work has gone to waste and now you’ll have to do it over again; it’s inefficient and all because of your blunders.

As you lift your hands, ready to start flying over the keys of your console to begin a new program, there’s a clear heard knock. Knuckles to metal, reverberating to the ceiling and the empty spaces around your engines. It’s slow, to a beat of a funeral lullaby but distinct, cutting through the air. You hitch your breath and even Elise is silent, registering the sound as it’s an action that has never arisen before.

You still your movements, making sure that it’s true and not a hallucination. Then there’s another knock, three in rapid succession. “Elise….”

Ding, dong, doong, ding. Ding, dong, doong, ding.

A springy bell plays, echoing through your eardrums.

Since when did you put in a doorbell? More importantly, who was on the other side?

“Elise.” You calmly call her name. “Show me the security cameras around the premise and identify who is causing such a ruckus in my abode.”

All ten computer monitors and the large one against the wall flicker to the different surveillance cameras that have been installed in and around your metal dome. There’s one in your bedroom, three in the current room you’re in, a few in the surroundings areas and in your greenhouse and two outside the door. “Is that...oh my god...it’s-”

“Kim. Seokjin. has. been. identified.” She says. “Would. you. like. me. to. activate. the. sonic. blasters.”

You watch as he lingers on the outside of your steel door with naiveté, shifting the weight of his feet as he sways from side to side. He must be humming some kind of tune. His lips are upturned, adorning a reserved smile meant more for himself than for others. You wonder if he’s feeling chilly, the metal dome’s location is near snowy mountains, something you deliberately chose as it would prevent humans from running into your home. But here he is….

“Yes.” You murmur and the floor tile shifts next to you, a pillar rising to your abdomen with a button. One click is all it takes. One click and he will be burst into cinders. A simple movement and your problem will cease to exist. You’ll become closer to your goal. Kim Seokjin will die.

“Hello?” He innocently taps his hand onto the steel door again. “Is anyone home?”

From the gray of the camera shot, he visibly shudders and moves his hands to brush the goosebumps on his arms. His brown soft eyes scans the area behind him, taking a step back to look around. “Hello, Miss Y/N?”

The way he calls your name makes you wince and grit your teeth. You have the ability to do this, Y/N. You coax yourself, preparing by counting down from ten, tapping your feet with each number. He’ll erupt into space and you can continue on your path. You can do it.

“Hello?”

You can do it.

“It’s me, Jin!”

You can do this.

“Y/N?”

You can kill Kim Seokjin.

Your arm jolts and you slam down on the button, the muscles in your arm contracting at the mere power. There’s a reticence and then a smooth whoosh, the creaks ringing around the span of the cold room. You curse yourself underneath your breath, questioning the action that has been committed but it is too late for more contemplation. The time has arrived to deal with the consequences.

“Opening. the. entrance. for. Kim. Seokjin.”

The pillar next to you descends back underground and the floor tile sides back into place. The entrance button you nearly smashed on your console stays stuck down, something you’ll probably have to fix. With a frustrated exhale and the cautious strides that are getting closer and closer, you turn around in your swivel chair. “Welcome Kim Seokjin. How may I assist you today?”

His mouth if fully agape, staring up and down, at the floor to the ceiling, at your countless monitors before his eyes land on yours. “What is this place?”

“Great question.” You’ve decided - this wasn’t so bad. If anything, your victim just walked straight into the lion’s den. If anything, now that you have him cornered, assassinating him won’t be so difficult.

“This is where I reside. The metal dome reflects against harsh sunlight beams, in case the rays become dangerous, which they will one day in the far future. It’s also resistant to natural disasters, explosives and nuclear power. As you can see around here-” you motion to your console, “-I have access to contemporary technologies and sciences.” You inhale a breath from your rant. “Now that I’ve answered your question, it’s time you answer mine. How did you get here?”

He blinks at you five times, letting the information sink in. “I-uh...you dropped this.” Kim Seokjin holds up the small, black USB that you’ve lost. “And...uh..um...I-...you didn’t come back. So, I just walked in the direction you left in.”

The both of you don’t speak, merely staring at each other.

“You walked for four hours?”

“Yes.”

“In the cold?”

“Yes.”

Is he an idiot? Or is he just that benevolent?

“I must commemorate you for your perseverance.”

“Thank you.”

There’s yet another long pause and you take the opportunity to formulate a new plan.

He smiles at you, a tiny gesture that causes an irregular pattern to your heart. (You should really get that checked out by Elise in case you have some sort of illness). Jin is in an old gray sweater and dark pants, face fatigued and shoes dirty from the hard trek here. Something lodges inside your throat but you shake off the unidentifiable emotions, standing up.

“Well, I guess I can show you around.” You take a step back, joining his side as you motion to the large room. “This is….what you call a...living room. I have my console that controls everything, my computer screens and the engines I’ve been working on…” The entire expanse of the circular room is filled with gray machinery.

Jin nods and then hesitates to ask another question. “...do you have a couch?”

“No. It is unnecessary for my lifestyle.” You continue, walking towards the other end where you kick open a latch on the ground, the floor automatically moving upwards. “This is a staircase that leads to my own bedroom, where I may rest my eyes occasionally.” You point to the door a few meters away. “That leads to an underground railway system. It goes to the greenhouses in the arctic.”

“The arctic?” He is bombarded with a million more inquiries that swarm through his head, tipping his skull to the side as he wears a frown. “You grow your own food?”

“Yes.” You sit back down in your swivel chair. “The arctic is the perfect place, no human occupying the space there. Solar power is used to supply energy to the greenhouse.”

“Do you have a kitchen?”

“No. It is unnecessary.” You hitch your thumb to the espresso-like machine on the table near your future portal engine monitor. “I have constructed something more efficient. It is a drink that includes all the nutritional value required to sustain my life. The materials in my greenhouse are used to construct it.”

“Then do you farm?”

“No. I have robots and androids manning the stations.”

He hums as if the answer was obvious and he takes another look around at the barren room. “You don’t have any windows at all?”

“Windows are unnecessary. I have surveillance cameras all over the premise.” You point to the ceiling. “However it is possible to shift the very top ceiling as it is glass. On days where I want to observe the constellations and other planets with my telescope, you know?”

He nods in skepticism. “Of course.”

“Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to observe the cosmos for the past few months as I’ve been working on the destruction of this planet-” His ‘wait what?’ goes ignored by you. “Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Elise.”

You’re not exactly sure why you’re sharing all this classified information with him. Perhaps because you’re fully aware that he will perish within the next few hours and you’re simply enriching his last moments by sharing your immense knowledge. Seeking to make ignorant humans competent is virtually impossible but you’re having quite a lot of fun showing him your abode. You haven’t had an acquaintance to chat to in a long while and your chest swells with pride at your copious accomplishments.

“Welcome. Kim. Seokjin.” She says, voice emitting from the top of the room and he jumps back in surprise. “My. name. is. Elise. I. am. the. finalized. version. created. more. than. ten. years. ago. holding. the. database. of. all. information. and. the. foundation. of. Y/N’s. dome.”

You watch him closely. Perhaps he’s questioning if this is all a delusion part of his REM cycle.

It must be a lot to take in. He might think you’re some kind of mad scientist. Maybe just plain crazy and psychotic. He’s probably contemplating plans to go back to his village and gather a mob of people to crash your house with pitchforks.

Goddamit, you should’ve built the invisible shield around your dome sooner.

Except, against your own predictions, Kim Seokjin does not take off into the opposite direction and bang his fists on the metal door, screaming on the top of his lungs for freedom. Instead, his orbs light up and he rushes forward to your console, mouth dropping with a giant grin. “This is amazing! You’re amazing!” He turns towards you, grasping your hands within his. “Wow! I have no words.” He is awestruck, studying your home before staring back into your eyes. “All of this...it’s incredible.”

You can’t force down the smile that itches on your mouth. “I know.”

It’s been a full hour since his unexpected arrival.

Now it’s time for him to go. And by go, you mean for his soul to leave his body.

“It’ll just take a few more moments.” You reassure him to which he cheerfully nods, still staring at the equipment and machinery around.

You’re hunched over a table, constructing a shabby meal that will satisfy his tastes. You could’ve given him your usual vitamin concoction but he expressed mild disinterest in it, shaking his head with ‘no thanks’. Luckily for you, the ingredients that made the drink were the same ones that were included in what humans called….a salad.

“Elise...give me it.” You whisper, glad that you were able to tone down the volume of her voice.

A part of the wall pushes out, revealing the sharp needle with the green fluid. “After. consumption. his. demise. will. occur. in. less. than. two. minutes.”

“Good, good.” A mutter leaves parted lips as you push the liquid into the wine, swirling around the glass to dissolve the poison. You dispose of the needle before whipping around with the tray. “I apologize for taking up so much of your time. I am aware that you must be starving.”

“Oh no, not at all. Thank you.” He watches as you place down the plate in front of him and the glass of his special concoction. “Wow, you have wine too?”

You’re aware of the delicacy of the drink and how luxurious it is in this era. “Yes. My androids are able to create anything with the right materials. But don’t feel shy, feel free.”

You plop down into the seat across the long table, taken out from your storage. With each of his hesitant movements, you gawk at him with focus, peering at his plump lips as it intakes the food. He makes a humming noise as it is suitable to his taste buds and you smile at the..adorable gest- nevermind that. Focus Y/N.

“It’s delicious.” His voice is muffled with the mouthful. “I haven’t had something so fresh in so long.”

“Drink.”

He becomes startled by your command. “I’m okay for now.”

“I insist.”

There’s some silence before he gives in. “Alright.”

Kim Seokjin curls his fingers around the handle and lifts it to his pink lips. They part while he tips his head back. The red liquid brushes his tongue as he swallows, humming at the taste. “It’s good.” He gasps a breath, bringing it down. “You’re really amazing.”

You clear your throat, whispering. “Thank you.”

“I really mean it.” He melts into another smile. “I know I may have come across as a bit intruding, talking to you when you don’t know me and asking for your name. I even came all the way to this place to find you again. But you invited me in and even offered me all of this. I….this may come across as even more strange...but I feel naturally drawn to you. I’m not sure why. I just can’t….stop thinking about you.”

For a moment, you want to bring out your hand to quiet him down. You nearly falter, unable to cope with the honest compassion you’ve never been able to muster. And the way he gazes at you with a silly grin makes it even more difficult for you to endure the pain that you’re feeling.

It’s suddenly so terrifying and direful to imagine his dead body limp on the table. “Kim Seokjin…”

“You can call me Jin.” He tilts his head. “But-” The kind male adds on. “-only if I’m allowed to call you Y/N. Can I drop the ‘Miss’?”

You nod meekly. “You’re allowed to.”

“Good...Y/N.” He downcasts his head, giggling to himself at the way your name rolls off his tongue. It somehow feels so...right. It’s as if he was meant to call your name.

“Jin.” He perks up with the sound of his name being called past your lips. “Goodbye.”

Kim Seokjin...or rather, Jin...your one and only soulmate mars his face with his furrowed brows. Then in the second that his eyes twinkle, he slumps onto the surface of the table. The plate clatters to the floor and shatters harshly, a hundred pieces spraying into the air.

You stay staring at his form, how his breathing is becoming more and more shallow. It won’t take long at all.

It won’t take long.

“Elise?” You break the peaceful atmosphere, allowing your inner turmoils to be transpired by the shaking of your hands.

“Yes. Y/N. What. can. I. do. for. you.” Elise is motionless. She lacks the carefree spring of life. She cannot feel emotions, cannot smile or express mirth. You’ve made her this way. She’s suppose to be...perfect.

Yet, she feels empty.

“Elise.” You speak calmly. “Hand me the antidote.”

This man is a threat to your goal. He is a mere obstacle that would be best to dispose of. He has done nothing for you and most likely will never help you with your ambition. He will be the cause of your imminent doom.

Still, as these thoughts blare inside your brain like an emergency alarm, you take the fragile vial from the pillar and into your hand. Each step you take, each time your heel grazes against the frigid tiles, getting closer and closer to the man named Kim Seokjin, it is as if time extends out. The weight that your feet carries grounds you to reality - what are you doing?

The cap is popped off by your thumb and you swing back your head, letting the bitter fluid lay on your tongue. You throw the vial onto the ground, letting it fragmentize with the shards of the plate. In one motion, you lift his face with your hands cupping his cheeks and you tilt your own head, meeting his lips. They’re soft like velvet but a kiss is merely a social construct. If individuals don’t allow it to become significant then it isn’t. But you can’t help but let your eyes flutter shut, your heart pound within its cage.

You part his mouth, allowing the antidote to quench his thirst.

Five seconds. Ten. Fifteen. His body knows what it needs and he instinctively swallows the cure. Twenty. Thirty. Fourty. Fifty.

A full minute.

You drop your hold on him and he slumps back onto the table. A soft sigh leaves past his swollen mouth and his breathing evens. His heart palpitates back to it’s normal beat. And you’re left staring at his sleeping form, linger for a few moments before you turn and walk away.

Dammit. You saved him. Dammit to all hell. A million curses would not sedate the rage that riots inside your soul. He is the bane of your existence.

But you won’t lie - you let the kiss last longer than it needed to be.

The dawn has fallen. Then dusk had come but that too fell. When dawn broke once more, that’s when you shifted from your position in your swivel chair. You had been crouched over, hands clasped together in a prayer position, simply pondering the next course of action. But you had none.

“Show me him.” Your voice cracks and the screen monitor switches to his form thrown haphazardly on the bed.

After he had fallen into hibernation, you had transported him into a guest room. Well, the guest room was more like a prison. Okay, the guest room is a prison. It had a one sized person bed, a toilet, a security camera in the corner and the rest of the space was made up by the iron walls and steel door. You built it with the purpose in the unlikely event that would require you to keep someone captive.

“Is he alive?”

Elise answers. “Yes. He. is.”

“Good.” A steady exhale sounds as you move back. “Elise, what do you suppose I should do with him?”

She registers the inquiry, running through all the possibilities to find the most suitable answer. “Ending. his. life. will. be. most. efficient. And. it. is. the. best. method. You. can. also. isolate. him. away. from. society. and. remove. him. from. yourself. but. there. is no. reason. to. keep. him. alive. at. all. He. is. no. match. to. your. greatness. He. serves. you. no. purpose. Kim. Seokjin. will. ultimately. prevent. you. from. destroying. the. world.”

“I’m fully aware.” You groan within your hands. “I know, Elise.”

Never has a simple task been of so much difficulty.

Jin awakes as you’re still burdened with your many choices. He frowns and flinches before stretching out his stiff limbs. He coughs once and pulls back his lids, blinking a few times to clear his foggy vision. Despite the soreness in his neck and the aching of his arm as if someone had to physically haul him and throw him onto the mattress, never has he felt better. It’s like he’s congested the elixir of life.

He sits up and scans the tiny room. When he stands and makes his way to the door, the doorknob that he holds falls into his hand. “Uh…..sorry.” Jin places the brass knob onto the floor before knocking at the steel. “Hello? Anyone there? Y/N?”

With no answer, he looks around again before noticing the surveillance camera in the corner.

He stares directly at it. “Y/N?”

“He. is. awake.” Elise informs you and switches the monitor screen to the current live footage. You groan again, wondering if you should give him a sedative - buy more time so you can further weight each option you have.

“What should I do?”

“Y/N?” He calls again, tapping the lense of the device. “Hello?”

That’s when you snap. The many neurons in your brain light its path, creating a sensory overload. The stress oppresses your lungs and your throat tightens. You know the logical solution to your problem but you can’t….won’t. But if you keep him alive...if you keep him around….what will happen?

Right as you’re about to scream your head off - it clicks.

You’ll kill him. One way or another. But slowly.

You’re going to have to gradually kill Kim Seokjin.

You’ll lead him to his death through a leisure and painful way. If you feed him and ensure that he overeats his own capacity, he’ll die in a food coma. Perfect. It’s completely perfect.

MUHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAA!

“Kim Seokjin.” You eye him through the screen, pointing to his innocent features. “You’re going to stay with me until death takes you or me.”

#bts scenarios #bts fanfic #Jin fanfic #jin fluff #jin #kim seokjin #bts scenario #I don't even know where this came from

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Where the Moon and Night Meet

Summary: For @the-all-seer‘s bday. :) Enjoy my dear, I love you to pieces. I had this A/B/O idea for FFXV where what if the whole bloodline of Lucis were Omegas? And what if an Omega Noctis meets an Alpha Luna for the first time as kids. Adorable fluff with Awesome!Dad Regis and a bit of world building thrown in.

Long ago the Starscourge fell upon Eos and laid its land and people to waste. Seeing the aftermath of the rampage, one of the six took pity at humanity scant and few on the surface. Therefore she blessed humanity with secondary characteristics, secondary genders so they will always have the ability to multiply or prosper. Each gender possessed a deep instinct or drive so their people could thrive.

Alphas were to fight, protect and defend their own from all.

Betas kept order and peace throughout the land.

Omegas nurtured, gave and sacrificed what was necessary for tomorrow’s future.

Currently though as Noctis watches Prompto, he doesn’t feel really peaceful. No, he feels like he wants to strangle the beta. Huh, maybe then he’ll be at peace?

“So Noct are you excited to be getting married?” The open road made Prompto excited and restless. “I mean it’s Lunafreya. She’s practically a goddess made flesh!”

Noctis eyes Prompto and tries a gruff, “I guess.” But he can’t really stop his heart from beating a little harder at the thought of their upcoming reunion. Neither can he stop the pleased, but anxious scent that floods the Regalia.

“Awwwww, are you nervous? Don’t be! Any Alpha is lucky to have you as their Omega.” And Prompto leans over the seat to get into Noct’s face and wag his eyebrows suggestively. “And to think? An Alpha putting a ring on our Noct.”

Gladio snorts into his hand as he leans out the window, “Who knows, maybe Noct will finally listen to an Alpha for once.”

“Ha, you wish.” Noct snaps back with a laugh.

“Everyday.” Gladio mutters, “Every fucking day.”

“You would be surprised.” Ignis of course cannot help but add his two cents in. “Noct and Miss Lunafreya have always been quite partial to each other. Even when they first met, Noctis was very eager to most of her suggestions.”

“Ignis…” Noctis growls lightly sensing danger in the smug smell that Ignis emits. This can’t be good.

Ignis just smirks in the rearview mirror. “In fact, if I recall correctly, the prince even starting purring after Miss Luna suggested giving him a tour of the grounds herself.”

Prompto whips his head around from Ignis to Noctis so fast that Noctis hopes that Prompto doesn’t have a neck injury. Then he takes the thought back immediately when the biggest chocobo-eating grin that Noct has ever seen splits across his face.

“Oh realllllllllly.” Purring is an important sign omegas unconsciously give out only when they’re deeply content or happy about something.

“Ignis shut up!” Noct whines. He tries to get up to grab the driver’s shoulder, cover his mouth, or do something to shut the man up. Anything to stop what’s definitely going to be an embarrassing, traumatic story about his early omega days. Unfortunately, Gladio wants that hazing moment badly enough to reach over to push Noct back into his seat.

“Sit down, and didn’t your pop ever tell you it’s not safe to disturb the driver. Plus I desperately need to hear this.”

Ignis pushes his glasses up his nose, “Of course the tour of the grounds turned into a tour of the gardens and then Miss Lunafreya stated she must for diplomacy’s sake show him around the household, which of course turned into a tour—“

“Of her bedroom?” Gladio leers at Noct and blocks the punch aimed his way. “Look at you Prince, a real lady killer I’m so proud~”

“It wasn’t like that. We were just kids!” Noctis hissed, his ears bright red. And the rest of the gang coo and aww like the assholes they are at the sight. Any time Noct shows other emotions than brooding and quiet determination is a point in their favor.

“Indeed, Gladio. There’s no need to be crude. Such remarks reflect poorly upon the innocence of the two that practically bonded at first sight. But yes, a tour of the bedchambers occurred at one point.” Ignis stops purses his lips in thought. “In truth during our short yet memorable stay, Noct could usually be found in her quarters.”

“Oh my god, you’re making things worse.” Noct groans, burying his face in his palms and tries to find a reason not to hurl himself out of the car. As if he can find one. Noct unbuckles the seat belt and leans over the Regalia’s side. Maybe there’s a decent warp point from here. The whiplash is going to suck but if he can get away from the ribbing….

“Geez Noct, don’t look like that!” Prompto chides. As a beta he starts emitting a calming scent at Noct’s caged expression. “We’re just kidding!”

“Yeah, don’t get your panties in a twist, your highness.” Gladio grabs the edge of Noct’s jacket, because he wouldn’t put it pass the idiot to trying warping when they’re going 85 miles per hour.

“Leave my underwear out of this,” Noctis snarls, but lets the pushy Alpha tug him back into place. “And just can it okay?”

Prompto pouts. “But you two must have been so cute!”

“They were.” Ignis reminisces, “They still are.”

“But that stuff, it’s…ours. I don’t want to—I don’t need to share it.” Noct glances to the three before watching the scenery rush by. “Does that even make sense?”

“Well, you have always been a private kinda guy.” Prompto says scratching his head.

Gladio grunts. “Ha. That’s one way to put it, but fine. I guess we’ll lay off for now.”

“For the current moment. A quick respite.” Ignis acknowledges that there is a time and place, “Yet the closer we get to your wedding, the loser my lips will be. I hope you can forgive me when I crack.”

“I’ll try.” Noct say dryly. But is grateful for the break. He takes a deep breath and for a while gets lost down memory lane himself. And when he met her.

She was the shiniest thing Noct had ever seen.

When Dad said they were visiting Tenebrae to help with diplomatic relations as well as to acquaint Noct to kingdoms besides his own. Noct had been sullen because Dad was lying. Again. Noctis isn’t an idiot; he does pay attention to his lessons. Besides everyone knows Tenebrae is infamous for its healing magics.

This was another thing to try to fix his useless legs. To try to fix him.

Insomnia’s doctors and medics had tried everything to cure the injury to his spine and legs…but nothing. Procedure after procedure was met with failure and Noct is sick with the way his father’s face twists from hope to heartbroken disappointment every single time. As if each setback adds to guilt Regis carries of not being there for his son when the monster attacked.

Noctis will never forget the way his Dad tore into that creature.

Noct knows that in other countries, people like to color Omegas as the weakest cast, but if they could only see his father annihilate the threat to his child. How the armiger glowed and burned stronger than the fire. Or the hands pressed on his back and sides trying frantically to stop the puddle of his blood from getting larger.

The worst part was when he woke up to his Dad sobbing. The broken, “We’ll find a way Noct, I promise. I promise.”

“I know.” Noctis had weakly mewed. But he wishes his father would be okay if they don’t. If Noct does have to use the wheelchair for the rest of his life.

And he knows that Dad will still love him, but Regis can’t stop the whispers of Noct not only being an omega, but an injured one. Sure the whole royal bloodline of Lucis have always been omegas but the council does not need another excuse to be more overprotective and smothering to its rulers. Regis already regularly duels to show his fighting competence, that yes he can leave his crown city and come back in one piece.

Noct? Noctis doesn’t have a chance right now.

In this instance though? His bad mood, bad thoughts fade away. Her eyes are so blue. They match a summer sky with hair so blonde it’s like starlight that frames her soft smile.

“Hello, Prince Noctis. My name is Lunafreya. Welcome to Tenebrae.” The girl bends just a little bit over his wheelchair to offer her hand.

Noctis takes it, wow she’s so warm, and tries to swallow the lump in his throat. “Hello. It’s nice to meet you Lunafffff-, Lunafre—” He feels his mouth snap closed, his cheeks on fire. What the heck is wrong with him?

And Noct always thought Alphas were kind of intimidating or jerks, but the girl just seems to sparkle at his response. “The pleasure is all mine.” She feels her heart swell, taking in the red flush spreading on the boy’s skin. She leans closer to him, the distance between them narrowing as she lets her presence soothe any embarrassment. “If it’s alright with you,” Lunafreya drops her voice to a whisper. “Would you call me Luna?”

“Luna.” Noctis breathes, his eyes so lovely with her reflection and oh Lunafreya is going to keep this person.

“I like the way you say my name.” Lunafreya can’t help but inhale the prince’s scent. She wants to know it, be able to find in a crowd or across the sea if she needs to. Noctis’ smell has the tint of sweetness all omegas carry, but it’s like earth after a thunderstorm, charged with lightning and fresh with rain.

She loves it.

She squeezes Noctis hand, turning her hold from passive to active and spins to her Mother rapidly. Her white fur cape brushes over Noct’s bare arm and his breathing hitches. Underneath the cloth, Luna gently grips his forearm, pressing the scent glands at their wrists together. Their scents will mix and though Noct doesn’t exactly want to let go, he kinda really wants to see what the new blend smells like.

“Mother, may I show Prince Noctis the grounds? I’m sure Noctis would appreciate our national flower the sylleblossom.” She looks imploringly to the Queen. “It would do well to show him what makes Tenebrae great.”

It’s so slight, but Regis is close enough to discern the quiet noise coming from the back of his son’s throat. Noctis is purring. It’s been so long since Regis heard that sound, he feels his brow furrow. Well. This is an unexpected turn of events.

When the Lucian King looks over to Queen Sylva, another Alpha in their family, he sees that he is not the only one who’s surprised. “Why Lunafreya, that’s a lovely idea. Thank you for being so accommodating.”

“How could I not Mother, which such honored guests?” Regis will admit the girl is very eloquent for one of her age. Almost savvy, she’ll be a political, yet polite terror if or when she takes her mother’s throne.

Sylva Nox Fleuret gives a sweeping gesture behind her, “I can only be grateful for such a hospitable daughter. When you are finished, you can meet us at the courtyard.”

“Thank you Mother.” Slowly she detaches her hand from Noctis, who gives a downtrodden look until Luna whispers something into his ear so quietly not even Ignis holding Noct’s chair can hear. Yet when she places a hand on the chair’s handlebar…she sharpens.

“Where to Miss Lunafreya? Or shall we just follow you?” Ignis says coolly.

“Actually, I was thinking I could take over your duties for once. As a royal retainer, there’s so much for you to do during a trip such as this. You could dedicate yourself to making sure the prince’s accommodations are suitable if you like. I do not mind pushing the prince around.” Lunafreya’s words are civil, but the look she gives….is less so.

As a Beta Ignis shouldn’t feel riled up by the little upstart, but two can play that game. “I’m sure I can balance all of my duties princess. There’s no need for your concern.” He smiles chillingly.

“Nonsense. Besides I’m certain the prince—“

“Noctis. If I can call you Luna…you can call me Noctis or Noct.” Between the blondes, the prince mumbles.

“—I’m certain Noctis,” Luna rolls the name in her mouth like it’s delicious, “would enjoy spending time with someone closer to his age.”

“Now see here—“

“Ignis.” Noctis halts the tirade in its tracks. “I-I’d like that. Can I, I mean may I go?”

And Ignis has never been good at denying his prince. Ever. “Oh, alright. I’ll expect you in the courtyard.” The tired teenager relents.

“Thanks.” And that small appreciative smile is the reason Ignis folds like a deck of cards.

Beaming, Lunafreya takes the handles somewhat graciously and wheels the heir away from the group. Her voice chattering in the distance, interspersed with a couple low tones from Noctis.

Regis pats Ignis’ shoulder. “Rest assured Ignis, Miss Lunafreya will give the best of care to our dear Noct.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of, your Majesty.” Ignis dares to utter as he bows to leave. “But as the princess mentioned I have things to attend to.”

Then it’s only the monarchs with their retinues in the clearing left. Sizing up each other, Alpha to Omega, Sylva beckons with an expression of keen interest.

“Come, you must be tired from your journey.” She takes in how exhausted the man looks, and the instincts in Sylva growl a bit. Surely Lucia should do better to support their omegas. “We now have even more to talk about.”

The halls of the Fleuret Manor ring with Regis’ clipped footsteps. The king searches for his son as the night waxes, passing room upon room of calming tones of blue and purple. True, Regis could have had Ignis do the task, but there is a kind of fulfillment of putting one’s own child to bed.

Also it is an excuse to escape the Queen’s clutches.

The woman is a kind one, yet Regis wishes she would focus more on the care of his son than him. Sometimes he swears Sylva combines the mother-hening force of the entire Lucian counsel. Her views on the care of Omegas…are different than his own.

But besides his health, the monarchs have started to contemplate the future of their heirs. Regis would rather ponder about Noct’s marriage when the boy is thirty. But it is a possible match, a possible alliance. Even this afternoon the conversation followed different variations of:

“Truly you can see the advantages of such an arrangement, Regis.”

“Yes, but I fear the fates have a very different picture of the future than we do.”

“Then should we not press for even the scantest trace of their happiness?”

And Miss Lunafreya and Noctis are very fond of one another. They spend much of their waking hours in each other’s company and it is good to hear Noct’s laughter again. In addition there is finally progress with Noctis’ injuries; the healers truly have earned their reputation well. The prince exhausts quickly, only few steps before he collapses…usually into Lunafreya’s arms.

On that note, Regis easily deducts Noctis’ whereabouts.

He’s about to knock on the young lady’s door, but his hand freezes at the sound of Noct’s voice.

“This feels kinda weird Luna.”

“You think so? I swear I’m doing it right.” A rustle. “Is it a bad weird or a good weird?”

“I’m not sure…it almost tickles?”

“Well you let me know if you want me to stop.” And then there’s a wet noise.

Regis gurgles and wretches the door open. On Miss Lunafreya’s bed the two sit side by side with Luna’s head buried into his precious son’s neck. Their fingers intertwined as the girl kittenly licks Noct’s nape as if preparing to…

The Dear Six, they’re attempting a mating bite.

“Lunafreya Nox Fleuret what do you think you’re doing?” Noctis jerks at Regis’ shout while Luna looks up frightened.

“Sir, I-I—“ Tears spring from the girl’s eyes.

“Get away from him.” The king strides forward with the intent to rip them apart. “I cannot believe that someone of your prestige would dare—“

“Stop yelling at her, it was my idea!” Noct yells twisting his body in front of Luna’s.

“Noctis.” Regis stares at his son shocked.

“We…” He looks to his friend for guidance. “Luna?”

Softly she explains, “We overheard that it is most likely for us to be married.”

“But no one asked us what we thought. You didn’t, Luna’s mother didn’t. Nobody even asked us what we wanted.” Noctis blurts out shakily.

“So we discussed it. We desired to do something…without being told to do it.”

“So I asked Luna to be my bride.” Noctis states with determination.

“And I asked Noctis to be my omega.” She stares at Noctis in wonder. “He said yes.”

A quiet smile graces Noct’s face and he takes a second to nuzzle Luna’s face. “We both said yes…but words aren’t enough. A mark is stronger, better. It’s something that can’t be erased.”

“B-but a mating bite?” Regis choked out. He had planned to have this type of conversation with Noctis later. Much, much, much later.

“Why not?” Noctis stubbornly retorts. He points to Regis accusingly. “You still rub the one Mom gave you sometimes.”

“And my mother still bares my father’s mark proudly, even years after his death.” Luna adds. From behind she wraps her arms tight around her dear one’s waist. If the king of Lucis wishes to remove her, they’ll have to cut her arms off first. Luna will hold on, Noctis is worth it.

“So there’s no reason for you to be mad, Dad. We did nothing wrong!”

Regis pauses and chooses his words carefully. “It’s not necessarily that it’s the wrong action, as it is the wrong time.”

“What do you mean?”Noctis glares when Regis finishes crossing the room to sit on the bed.

“A mating bite is special. It should be done after your wedding ceremony. When you’re together for the first time as a pair, alone and somewhere private.”

“But we were together alone and somewhere private. Until you butted in.”

“And older, Noctis.” Regis snaps, “Much older and mature. You are still children for heaven’s sake.”

He can see the two getting ready to argue more and puts up a hand. “But there is something that you can do now. Something that’s more appropriate for your age and circumstance.”

“And what would that be, King Regis?” Luna asks eagerly.

“A bite of intent. A bite that designates a willingness to begin a courtship.” Regis looks to his hands. “A relationship takes time. Time to develop, time to grow. Even if this arranged marriage does take place I, and your mother Lunafreya, would never force you children into something you’re not ready for.”

He gets up from the bed to kneel in front of the children. “You can take your time. And if you change your mind, we will wholeheartedly accept your decision. Yet for now, there’s no need to rush.”

Luna and Noctis look at each other and then back to Regis. “Alright. How do we do a bite of intent?” Noctis questions.

Regis takes a deep breath in relief. Oh, thank the stars he found the pair before anything else could happen. “The two of you will take the other’s wrist and bite down on the scent gland there. It will hurt and feel strange as it does create somewhat of a fledgling bond, but I will watch you to make sure it is done right.”

Noctis nods and offers Luna his wrist, Luna does the same. Luna presses gentle kisses to light blue veins she finds while Noctis mouths the pulse on hers, but neither do anything until Regis nods.

“Ready…bite.”

In unison the two bite down hard, wincing for a moment as blood fills their mouths but soon their expression turn relaxed and sated.

Noctis feels something snap into place. It’s like going home or seeing an old friend you didn’t know you had. It’s Luna. A bright feeling of happiness almost overtakes the prince, and it increases as he realizes that Luna’s emotions echo his.

It’s wonderful. Absolutely wonderful.

Quietly, Regis reaches over to tug their wrists towards him to wipe off the blood, and wrap the sluggish wounds. They’ll heal almost immediately, but they will leave a faint scar.

All that’s left is to carry his wayward son to bed and think of ways to avoid Queen’s Sylva’s smug inquires tomorrow.

“Now say goodnight, Noct.” His son is getting bigger, but Regis treasures each moment he can still hold his boy like this.

“Goodnight Luna.” Noctis sends a feeling of contentment down the bond.

The warm emotion bounces back with a peal of joy. “May you have sweet dreams, Noctis.”

And he does.

In the present, Noctis rubs the white mark on his wrist hidden by bracelets and charms. The bond is faint between his intended, distance stretches it as fine as a strand of hair, but it’s still there.

Noctis feels a brush of apprehension, of excitement…of hope from her. ‘I miss you too.’ He tries back, he can’t send words exactly but maybe the impression will be enough.

Well at least that’s one thing Ignis can’t embarrass him with. The memory of the ‘almost’ mating bite, their first step as a couple. That’s all Luna’s and Noct’s. It’s all theirs.

‘I’m coming.’ Noctis thinks and prays. ‘Just wait for me Luna, I’m coming…’

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glopratchet · 4 years ago

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I cant even believe ive pulled it off either, took a while to set up and almost got caught a couple times but it all payed off! Was actually stupidly easy if i do say so myself! he has only started his official guard training but has already proved to be quite capable with the basics, not as good as me of course, if you are reading this then thats one thing you should take away, you must be better than the rest or you will not survive in this new world attached is is his note paper he left around his latrine board which lists all the other shifts so ive done them all now! , some of the older residents already queing up to use it when ive come on shift, he has already made 200 from me alone he is now the richest boy in the guard aside from me :) Too late to back out now does this mean im in charge now? i'm not sure about this, im going to need some help directly to the awaiting bows etched beautifully on the surface, they look like stained glass windows The church has a logo too but it looks different, perhaps its different in the bible times? Like this alligator bladder inflatables, alligator collagen and many others that are all neatly organized into these clever boxes via conveyer belt to each corresponding window There are also windows for people to put their wastes in as well!! lies on a tray which collects them from the windows and comes around in a cycle that reminds me of those claw crane games, whatever you can squeeze out of the vending machine is yours I guess as far as the waste goes, the amount you take is based on your ranking in society Poor people cant take much but they get more than sodarites so they can trade it i suppose are dispensed from chutes hidden in the walls next to the windows This seems pretty complicated i hope you all are happy its your asses if this thing breaks, apparently everything is monitored via those cameras from control so maintenance is not something i need to worry about, as for retrieving the profits if the creature has been killed is also pumped out from his magical portal costume or something, i dunno Also washboards tons and tons of them and bubble wrap the alligators must really love to sleep on that stuff anyway this is all to be expected We basically sold out completely, 7 minutes of every hour are taken up by products thats why they scampered around so much at first, gave them more room to pump out more crap simultaneously , a flatbrim ballcap and navy jeans standing at one of his windows cheerfully greets every customer with a big smile I sometimes break from my gatekeeping to inspect some of the meat, it gives me mixed feelings to see it go through not knowing if im sending dead gators to a warm cozy home or chucking it in a trash pit somewhere, i ponder this as im picking flesh chunks off my claws , a high ranking position to be sure The most obnoxious thing is it came with matching shoes with little gators on them like COME ON!!! You shouldnt advertis ewho you are on your shoes for god sake! They cant take you seriously in these things, they look clownish We have even had talks to passing alligator ranchers about potential business deals in the future In any case our family has started rolling in the dough, unfortunately GiGi is still a dog biscuit away from the good fairy granting her speech but she doesn't seem too bothered by it, we really dont talk too much anyway The shivers are happy Life is easy, all i have to do anymore is open the gate that's it a HUD, with the locations of all the turrets and cameras for the stadium, best to keep the customer experience top notch afterall Although I don't think it matters too much,there are so many shivers in now every one has a different path to their tunnel system that even at a 5% attrition rate the population keeps climbing! Its starting to reach overcrowding levels but its not like we're sending anyone back alright? Were not! encryption codes for all the conversations that happen so far using your custom security systems A fulltime worker you have hired helps manage the trading floor while you police the stock market multiple times a day incase any occurances need your attention You created jobs for everyone, you created a life and a grand beard that laves the belly area of his long coat He wears light hiking boots presumably to trek through the sewers with and a travler's backpack for over night trips, sure signs of a trader! The success has lead to others trying their luck in there, but only few have even come close to GiGi's success, it might be your tech or the shiver's that attract them but one thing remains true It's your name that sucks to them most of the time, most of it stuck in there own routines, seems like they barely tolerate him now Water is quite rare for us now so we have to wait until it rains before doing the wash,still worth it though! or we salvage it from the toilet tanks any way the guy is called Mike, goes by GiMMiX online, one of the newer traders that have recently started coming here Normally I don't hear them until they are at the top floor then they normally eat at GiGi's before they leave He must be pretty confident to try sell me stuff when he knows who I am You should do this more often Dad, this is a nice talk over dinner, see ya with that guy and helped create a community of thriving humans who enjoy the gifts this world has to offer You and Lena? Yep that'll do, you'll name your robot Lena as a sign of appreciation Once you have entered her name you are greated with a box asking for a last name, you type in GiGis and it accepts it CONGRATULATIONS! "Lena GiGi-S-I-S" has been added to your home! You have created a second living creature that enjoys your presence A screen pops up with her picture on the left and some more information about her on the right, this is where you can change her name, informaion, add or remove her from your home and much more Some buttons appear at the bottom letting you navigate through the various screens you are glad that you managed to get communications working on a large scale between herds again You decide to leave the GiGis identification screens for later, you have just noticed that it is already outside and the herd of Shreks haven't gone past yet! Last night when you saw them they were making sounds that the Calvary were coming soon and every one was getting excited You always felt that division was the ruin of the humans indeed a couple of weeks pass and the music has been rejoined by happy trumpets that could only belong to GiGis It's nice to see her so happy, she really loves that music next week you get a visitor You hear a voice on the PA asking for you and asking to visit outside You buff up, take your gun and head to the top floor You open your window and see a woman your age looking up at you,she is pretty obviously pregnant, has grown nails and dark green skin She speaks "Hey, I'm Lena" "I know" you reply cautiously "i also Know that you have GiGis" She says pointing at your robot who is sitting to the side of the window "Yes, she is mine" Lena nods "I want to add her to the herd, the music has brought all of us joy and peace for years, GiGis would be a welcome edition to our little community" You weren't really sure what to expect when you got your first visitor, but it wasn't this You complte the transaction and feel very HAPPY as a result Music truly is the mystical link that connects all creatures on this planet! You wonder how you never saw it before,of course the differentherBS would feel joy at GiGis playing, what kind of a horrible person does this to beings who love music as their mother plays piano in the next room! The happy GiGis announces a new song "Go die in a fire (Ilium update discussion #405)" You don't mean to listen, but you can hear it quite clearly as the topic of the songs is pretty relevant to you right now You leave your home and head straight for the gate, you aren't really sure what you will do when you get there, but you are really angry! Before you know it you are flying through the air and in a yard with a massive collection of shreks and GiGis himself He is strangely cheery You stand up and aim your gun at him "Downѕtand!" you shout angrily He laughs "No" You fire at him, and are surprised to see that you shoot a stream of confetti GiGis laughs even louder now YOu start firing in all directions and realise that all you are doing is shooting party favors into the air, including one very large one right behind GiGis You dart back inside just as your entire house explodes into a million pieces and rains down onto the remaining houses You peek outside a bit later and see nothing but rubble where there were once houses and the words "All are GiGis" hovering above it all

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hereticaloracles · 8 years ago

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Full Moon Libra- Alliances

“You can have peace. Or you can have freedom.Don’t ever count on having both at once.” – Robert A. Heinlein

Effective Date: April 11th, 2017

Helios– Welcome, dear Heretics, to the Royal Retrograde Rumble stream! Except this isn’t a stream and everything’s on fire. The current retrograde count is at Four= Mercury, Venus, Jupiter and Saturn, with Pluto on deck. With all of these planets at cross-purposes, and having no clue as to what it is that they truly want, not to mention taking place against the backdrop of the Cardinal Signs, how in the world are we expected to survive, let alone thrive? Well, there is only one planet we can turn to- The Moon in Libra. Yes, Heretics; It’s a good day for Diplomacy. I know, I just vomited as at the idea of relying on Libra as well. Gods help us.

Artemis- This one is already pissing me off and it’s still a few days away. It seems that at every turn we are finding new enemies, death and destruction, imbalance and chaos. That’s Uranus/Eris/Mercury Rx/The Sun bombarding Jupiter Rx and the Moon, giving us no safe place to hide. Well, that’s because this is not the fucking time to hide, Heretics. As we warned you during the Aries New Moon, you are in the middle of a battlefield and the punches wont stop just because you are tired. If you want to live long and prosper, you must seek exactly what these horrible events are attempting to teach you; for their lessons are here to give you a greater competence. Without the consequence of falling off the training line, the tight rope walker could never scale higher feats. “Adjustment,” that will be your mantra for this full moon. If the tight rope walker rolled around like a sorry ass soccer player every time they fell, they wouldn’t be able to craft new instincts into their body to be able to master their craft. Bless the oppositions, Heretics, for without them and learning their lessons – and being able to grasp both at once – we couldn’t get to the center of things (aka Truth and Understanding). It is not the smartest or the strongest creature that evolves. It is the one most adapt to change. It is the one that adjusts.

The Sun, Moon, Mars and Uranus– Well this is an… interesting combination. One thing that strikes me right off the bat is that this whole Lunation is very light on Minor Planet action. In fact, the Sun and Moon only have one contact- The Transneptunian named Chaos. That should tell you everything you need to know about this Full Moon… but since its literally my job to explain I might as well expound on that! That particular Chaos is only overwhelming and random strife if it is not given a purpose. When it is focused and directed, it is realized as the pure potential of the absolute. Put plainly, the disruption you feel is actually an opportunity to reshape your life as you see fit. If you harness the bold energy of Aries Season in the midst of all the seeming confusion and choose to create instead of turn the destructive energies on yourself and others, then you will find the peace and success that you crave. This time demands action, not indolence.

Since we’re talking about action, lets address Mars and Uranus; The fact that both of them are presenting a united front on this Moon means that this is a wakeup call of the highest order– you’ve been smashing the snooze button for years, and you are about to be late if you don’t jump out of that comfortable rest and get your ass into gear NOW. Guys, you have been milking this whole victim routine for a while, and it’s gotten old. Suck it up, buttercup, and get to work- You have plenty of time since whatever knocked you off your path happened, and no one is giving you any more pity. It’s not enough to ride on potential anymore, now you have to prove your worth. You have your battle plan, now put it into action already!

(Minor Planets used: Chaos, Haumea, Vesta, Thereus, Niobe, Isis)

The Sun (The Star), Moon (King of Cups), Mars (Empress), and Uranus (7 of Swords)– So here is our issue, Heretics, we are inserting war into our lives for a reason that is not immediate to us (Uranus as the 7 of Swords). We want to eradicate all the slights and the uncomfortable situations, so we either set ourselves on fire for revenge or drown ourselves in the waters of guilt. Could this be because we are all afraid we are going to lose some sort of freedom if we do not seek justice in our relations with others? Do we feel that somehow we will be caged if others think ill of us and our path, even though they live in their own ignorance? This is hard for a lot of people to swallow, but Justice is an idealism and ideal states do not exist outside of the conceptual. Unfortunately, Heretics, we live in a “fallen” world where Eden is no longer possible due to who we innately are. The universe works in waves, tic toc, back and forth, and balancing and re-balancing is eternal.

One must see peace inside of war and war inside of peace, like a yin yang, in order to see that both at the micro and the macro they must be balanced in order for life to continue. “Justice and Peace,” if you’re looking for them, can only be found in yourself and in your relation to self because they are wholly subjective concepts. And once you grasp it, like the wind, it is gone and you must chase it again. But it is this eternal hope at obtaining “Eden” once again that we continue to love. We get glimpses of it in the midst of laughter with friends, a longing kiss from a lover, or the explosion of our heart in the sight of nature’s grace. But we also realize that the beauty of these instances is their mortality as well, and being cast down from “heaven” into the “earthly realm” is the only reason we can have “freedom.” Eternal peace is also eternal stagnation. Heaven is just as frozen as Hell, and the center playing ground that is Earth is the envy of all the gods.

Honestly, Heretics, “I fuck with myself more than anybody else” (alla Saint Banks). And once we realize this, we can finally feel at ease being ourselves. Without the eternal war inside of you, there would be absolutely no change. There is not a single human being on this planet that doesn’t feel they are in exile from something – be it love, be it prosperity, be it whatever the fuck, we all believe we are being cast out of some club we desperately want to be in. This is also so that we may strive, Heretics. There is fertility in this strife (Mars as Empress). We can only grow the grains if we break the soil to till, and it takes constant attention to obtain fruition. And once we make the bread and eat it, we are back in the fields again. I know it is hard, Heretics. I know. But you must be thankful for the heart break, and you must be thankful for the slights and punches you take daily, because it is these very things that bring you the joy of mutual friendship, of heroic aid, of “miracles.” It is the mixture of oppositions that creates the possibility for existence – of time and of experience -and although it may seem counter intuitive to bless your “enemies,” they are the very reason for the existence of your “friends.” Funny to think of those fucks as your spiritual allies, but truly, love the haters, Heretics 🙂 What’s a hero without a villain?

Mercury– Socrates is quoted as saying “The ancient oracle said that I was the wisest of all the Greeks. It is because I alone, of all the Greeks, know that I know nothing.” Well, you pompous and self-aggrandizing ass, we are the Modern Oracles, and in the 21st century you really have to know exactly who you are. Mercury is wasting no time in ripping what you thought you knew about yourself to shreds, and he has a good reason for it- You are becoming something greater than you have been. Now is the time to allow yourself to evolve, even though from your perspective it looks like your death has come for you at last. If you stop trying to make things happen for yourself then they will stop happening. This is a time to trust in yourself first and foremost. Trust in the process of your evolution and allow no one to stop your progress.

(Minor Planets used: Orius, 1992 QB1, Lachesis, Hidalgo, Sauer)

Mercury (4 of Swords)- It’s transmutation time, Heretics, and this dose of medicine is being administered by our retrograding buddy Mercury. Let the mistakes and miscommunication transform you, refine you, turn you from a caterpillar to something truly beautiful and free from the things that damaged you. As the philosopher Sartre said, “Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you.” Mercury will be opposing Jupiter in Rx in Libra from his early station in Taurus (dangerously close to Aries everything is on fucking Fire land), so we are truly re-evaluating our mental faculties when it comes to partnerships of all kinds. How do we want to go about it this next time, after all the suffering we have had to go through for trusting in all the wrong ways? Mercury will be sitting just on the outskirts of Aries, so he is able to rest… if only for a moment. And in this rest, he is able to integrate. This will be a time of great change for your mind, as you digest everything shit as fuck going on around you and let it transform you into a new version of yourself that is far more capable of handling the truths of the world that have been presented to you. It’s time for a mental weapons upgrade, Heretics, because your sword wasn’t sharp enough the first time.

Venus and Saturn– Category is… Butch qween, first time in drags at the ball! For the vast majority of you who don’t understand that reference, these two have HAD IT. They’ve had it with each other, themselves, and most of all with absolutely everyone and everything else that exists in this world. We are showing our strain, and we are fraying at the edges. This Lunation shows that we have all gone waaaaaaay past the straw that broke the camels back, and the question is where to go from here? There are only two options for us- Fall into despair and despondency, or keep going and find a way to make it work. So in truth we have only one option, when you get right down to it. Saturn won’t let us stop, not for anything- but even as we go along our road, we have to remember what it is that truly matters to us, why we are doing all of this in the first place. Venus tells us that all of this has a purpose, that her retrograde has yet to reveal. Keep the faith.

(Minor Planets used: Chiron, Nemesis, Asclepius, Rhadamanthus, Hephaistos, Orpheus)

Venus (The Chariot) and Saturn (8 of Wands)- These two jerks… They are both sure moving fucking fast with the cards they chose! They don’t have time for our human drama because they are trying to get us somewhere… Where are they taking us? Fuck if I know. They are asking us to trust in them, regardless of how much pain they are putting us through right now. It is all necessary in order to get us where we need to go. I mean, that’s not such a hard thing to grasp, is it? If it weren’t for all of the pain of your past, you wouldn’t have the vast knowledge that you do now. And without your knowledge now, you cannot make well calculated moves into your future. Burn your fucks in a fire, Heretics, because you are being called to be a warrior for peace. Paradoxical much? Well, the earth is paradox-land, and it couldn’t exist otherwise. A raging river can be rafted properly if one has the competence that comes from the understanding of consequence. Now put to use your lessons, Heretics, for if we were perfect we wouldn’t have to make a climb. And if we didn’t have to make a climb, we wouldn’t have passion and strife. And who the fuck wants to live in ice kingdoms without passion or strife? That, my friends, is the land of the dead. Now, to be or not to be, that is the question, is it not? And to be, we must teeter from one side to the other. The tic and toc of time, of movement, of life itself…

Jupiter, Neptune and Pluto– What? The three brothers are together, and WORKING IN UNISON? I’d say Heaven help us but I’m not sure that would be enough- Especially since the only one who is in direct motion right now is Neptune! I’ve actually been thinking about Neptune a lot lately, and how more than anything, he wields far more power than I’ve ever given him credit for- Neptune is the one who is always pulling the strings in your life, secretly guiding and molding you by merit of his machinations. From the shadows, he is working both sides of this lunation, keeping them at each others’ throat and ensuring that he comes out on top.

While Neptune plots and schemes, Jupiter is down on his luck, vulnerable and desperate- and so are you. Neptune seeks to take advantage of this, and use Jupiter’s glory and talent as the vehicle to his success by selling Jupiter a dream of grandeur. If you’ll remember I said that Neptune is the savior of Jupiter back in the retrograde post, and that is certainly how Jupiter sees him; But what does salvation mean to you? What dreams are you being sold?

On the other hand we have Pluto- He is solid in his placement, but he is looking forward towards the future. He knows his position as King of the Hill is not a permanent one, and his legacy is in question. He fears the future and he is living in the past- But when he turns his attention back to the present he is a veritable force of nature. He doesn’t seem to realize that his indolence and being paralyzed by fear of the future will cause the darkest timeline to assert itself- and not in the way he usually likes.

Neptune may be a manipulative and sleazy asshole, but he is the only one who can harness the powers of both Jupiter and Pluto, and get them to work together for the common good- and yours! If you stick to your vision and do not allow doubt to distract you, then there is no way that you can fail. Neptune realizes that Jupiter and Pluto are the answers to each others problems, and if he can soothe the warring gods, and the warring forces in yourself then you will succeed.

(Minor Planets used: Sila-Nunam, Teharonhiawako, Cyllarus, Requiem)

Jupiter (7 of Pentacles), Neptune (5 of Wands), Pluto (7 of Swords)- Come at this lunation swinging, Heretics, for it will be swinging right back at you. If you have been sitting on your ass, you are going to need to act. The New Moon in Aries spurred a fire in your belly, and now you must take action with the epiphany you earned. It’s not enough to talk about all the things you want to do. You must actually get out there and do them, and this can be terrifying. The thing is, this combination doesn’t care if you are ready or not. So slap on some bravery, because the monsters are coming to your door – yes, those monsters that you have been avoiding and hoping desperately that they will go away. This moon will bring a lot of volatile energy into your life, but it is because it is forcing you to play the diplomat. You must settle the score so that you can tip in the next direction – so that there can be life and growth and so that you can move the fuck on. If you just take a moment to stand still in the middle of the full moon battlefield, you will learn that you can feel the rhythm of the zeitgeist. You will be able to sense, quite instinctively (thanks Aries season) where you must go next – what you must say next. The only real question is, are you going to have the guts to go there?

Sometimes we must go into scary, murky places in order to emerge with eminence. Afraid to transform? Afraid of the fight? Well, fuck, Persephone was having a grand old time picking flowers before Pluto kidnapped her and sucked her into the underworld. It doesn’t matter what you want, Heretics, transformation is not a choice in the end. Don’t let the forces around you choose for you where and how you want to transform. In the end, you must learn the lesson of being the master of your own fate. If you don’t step up to the plate and take a swing at the divine game, you’ll always suffering under the thumb of perceived “bad fate.” Again, Freedom is what you do with what’s been done to you. How many times do you have to learn the same god damn lessons before you decide to step outside of your comfort and fix the damned thing?

Full Moon Libra- Alliances was originally published on Heretical Oracles

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We all love superheroes. Even though we know in the hearts of hearts that they are not real but we do not really want to admit it. The people’s immense love for superheroes is imminent from the fact that all the superhero franchises are making million and millions of dollars. Be it cinema or the television or toys or clothing, superheroes are everywhere. Producers happily invest in multi-million dollar superhero projects because they know they will get an even bigger return. In this article we list ten superheroes that we love.

Why do we love these top ten superheroes?

Superheroes are depicted as larger than life icons who fight the evil and work for the betterment of whole society selflessly without asking for any reward in return. They are portrayed as the ultimate saviors of the society. So we as humans are forced to fall in love with them because of all the good that supposedly do. Also they are just cool. I mean look at all the amazing gadgets they have and all the cool stuff they can do. So we love them and we are in awe of them.

There are so many superheroes nowadays. Every other comic book character is getting a movie made on it. And a movie does not mean that a two and a half hour show and the end of the show. Then there are the superhero goodies, likes clothes, cups, action figures, costumes, and what not. Everything you think of has a superhero customization. Young and old all are into this big race, to reach their favorite superhero as near as possible by having as much superhero stuff as they can.

So the businesses are thriving and people are blindly in love very happy about it. So here is the list of top ten superheroes that we love.

The Batman

The caped crusader is different from others because he has no inborn superpowers. He has learnt the art of fighting, advanced martial arts and self-defense. He has trained his body, the hard way, to be powerful and strong. And then he is the owner of the multimillion dollar Wayne empire. That makes it possible for him to design get built the state of the art gadgets like Bat mobile or the signature Batman motorbike. He is also an expert in using the weapons.

So the son of a millionaire, scared by the ruthless murder of his parents right in front of his eyes, decides to fight the evil by actually going into the dark crime alleys and fight first hand with his own hands.

The Batman franchise has churned out many movies and many actors have played the character of Batman. The best of them so far has been Christen Bale’s stalwart performance in Christopher Nolan’s The Dark Knight series. Nolan’s Batman series is a work off a genius and it beautifully captures the journey of Dark Knight from a kid who is afraid of dark to the strong protagonist who fights the darkest of the villains.

Unfortunately, christen Bale has bowed out of working in the Batman anymore. Ben Affleck is the new Batman and has already appeared in the mega hit, Superman vs The Batman. Now Batman will be having a reboot in The Batman that will be released sometime next year. Also you will be seeing Ben Affleck’s Batman avatar in Justice League that will be released later this year.

Superman

Having neck to neck competition with Batman for the spot of top superhero, is the Superman. This is one alien who has done much more for our home planet than any other earth born human has ever done. With lots of super powers, he is the superhero in the real sense. He can fly, he is extremely strong, has X ray eyes and also laser comes out of his eyes that can burn things away.

The superman franchise began long time ago when there was no huge franchise attached to superhero movies. The first Superman movie was released in 1978, in which Christopher Reeves gave unforgettable performance as the superman. It had sequels in1980 and 1983 as superman II and superman III. Although the movies lacked in CGI and modern technology but they have great storyline and performances. After that there had been multiple attempts at reboots but all had failed to make a greater impact. Recently in 2016, Batman vs Superman starred Henry Cavil as the alien superhero and the movie once again revived the chances of a superman movie series.

Spiderman

Our favorite friendly neighborhood Spiderman is also a superhero that is widely loved and admired. It is the superhero that was born by the bite from a genetically engineered spider. When young Peter Parker was bitten by the bug, it completely changed his life. He got the powers of a spider, however in human beings these powers becomes superpowers. He can climb walls, he can swing all over the city, he has super sharp senses and he has increased agility and stamina.

Toby Maguire did a Spiderman trilogy and was awesome. Then Andrew Garfield did another Spiderman reboot trilogy and that was truly amazing. Now the new Spiderman is going to be young Tom Holland. In the new movie, Peter Parker is young, a high school student, and coping up with a double life. The prior two Spiderman series were great, so there is a lot on pressure on the young star to do better. Let’s see whether he succeeds or not.

Iron man

This is one hero who is more of a superstar than a superhero. Unlike the previous three heroes, Ironman does not hide his true identity from the people. Everyone knows that Tony Stark, the extremely rich and a little spoilt, science prodigy in in fact Ironman. Ironman’s main superpower is his extra ordinary brains. He has profound knowledge about science and tech, and he makes the extra ordinary Ironman suit with his wealth and brains. The suits makes him a super hero. He can fly, he can shoot lasers and gunshots, and his suit is bullet proof. Although when he is not wearing the suit he is quite vulnerable and has no super powers.

Iron man has appeared in a number of super mega hit movies. The Iron man trilogy was wonderful set of movies and set the bar very high for the upcoming superhero movies. Then the superhero appeared in the highly popular Avenger series. Robert Downy Jr. has starred in six movies as Ironman and thankfully has no desire to quit being Ironman. Soon he will be seen in the next avengers’ movie.

Ironman ranks high on our score for his sense of humor and comic timings besides the power and all the other superhero gimmicks.

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Captain America

Captain America, also known as the first avenger, is the leader of the avengers. He is senior to all of them in age. Steve Rogers was a very physically weak man and was rejected many times to enroll in the war. However he is brave and noble of the heart.

Dejected by his rejections, he decides to be a part of a science experiment that makes him undergo a lot physical change. He becomes taller, stronger and faster. His senses are heightened and he aging slows down, in fact he becomes the perfect soldier and the weapon of war. There have been three Captain America movies (the first avenger, winter’s soldier and Civil war) so far in which Chris Evans plays the role beautifully. He can also be seen play among the lead in the avengers movies. In the next avengers movie too Chris Evans plays the role of Captain America. He is taciturn and somber and sometimes has difficult in managing so many superheroes together.

Hulk

Hulk is another favorite among the people. He is result of an experiment gone really bad, and the over exposure to the gamma radiations make him turn into Hulk whenever he feels angry or have a strong burst of emotions. Hulk is a very angry guy. Whenever he gets angry or lose control of his emotions, DR. Bruce Banner comes a very tall and powerful green machine, known as the Hulk. He is all green as an after effect of the radiations. There has been a couple of individual standalone Hulk movies, but the biggest cinematic success has been being a part of avengers’ franchise. Among the Avengers Black Widow, learns to control hulk and help him transform back. She and Banner both share a special bond with each other.

When he is Hulk, Bruce Banner does remember what he did. He is also a science prodigy. In the beginning he tries very hard to remove his ability to turn into Hulk and be a normal human being but as he learns to control his powers to an extend and becomes a part of the avengers, he decides that he can put the strength of Hulk to good use and gives up on trying to get rid of his ability to turn into Hulk forever.

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Thor

Thor is a God and belongs to the planet of Asgaurd. He helps in the protection of the people of the planet earth. Thor was exiled from his home planet of Asgaurd by his father. He came to Earth, not as a God but as a mortal. His hammer named as the Mjolnir has a number of powers like controlling the weather, making Thor fly, and giving him extra human strength.

Chris Hemsworth plays the character of Thor, the axe wielding superhero who becomes an integral part of the Avengers franchise. The axe is really powerful but only the worthy can wield it, otherwise there would have been attacks on Thor by other people and super villains to get the axe away from him. Thor’s step brother Loki is the antagonist in the first Avengers movie. He steals the tesseract and in return for it, Loki gets an army that will make him conquer the world and he would become its master forever. Thor has a soft corner for his brother but he also stops him from destroying the world. The next Thor movie, the Ragnork, will release later this year and would be a scene stealer for other men.

The Ninja turtles

The quartet of genetically mutated turtles, could capture the heart of the audience this much was not thought out by the creatures of Ninja turtles, but it true that Donatello, Raphael, Michelangelo and Leonardo are our favorites and deserve a spot in the top superheroes list. The comic book series based on the lives of these turtles who are trained by the genetically modified rat known as Master Splinter. Each turtle has a unique power and capability.

Donatello is the mechanical genius. He designs and invents most of the weapons that the gang then uses to attack the villains. Raphael is the aggressive team member who is a great fighter but usually his anger, makes him make the wrong choices. Leonardo is the leader of the quartet, who is devoted to all of them while Michelangelo is a typical teenager who in known for his love of pizza. There has been movies and cartoon series both on the lives of the turtles. Bothe franchises have been highly profitable.

Daredevil

Even now he’s starring in a critically acclaimed Netflix series, is Daredevil really on the A-List? Honestly, the fact he’s always flown under that top tier of superheroes is what’s made him so great, especially when you look at the work of writers like Frank Miller, Brian Michael Bendis, Ed Brubaker, and Mark Waid.

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One of the only heroes with a true disability, Matt Murdock’s battle with depression also grounds him in reality in a way even his dark and gritty adventures don’t.

This is our list of favorite superheroes, although there are others too. Which one is your favorite? Let us know by commenting below.

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