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leclerced · 11 months ago

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Its half past 4 am and i need to go to bed too but I’ll squeeze out a final brainrot for us to sleep to

A driver on the way to winning wdc, a ROOKIE no less and after actually winning you get absolutely HATE fucked by max. Thats all i really want in life. Imagine the sexual tension all throughout the season mixed with immense hatred and hes just kidnapping you back to the hotel and letting out all the anger and frustration towards you that build up over the year until you’re completely fucked out and unable to walk for the week. Im talking CRYING from overstimulation here.

That championship may not be his but that pussy sure is now.

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oh my goood. i want her to he a redbull driver bc imagine the drama of them getting a fourth driver’s title in a row like seb did but it’s a rookie instead of max?? the drama. sorry i rambled for like an hr. oopsies i meant to be quick.

can so imagine she’s not expecting to win any races on her debut season but wins on debut and everyone is shocked when she overtakes max and the team allows it, knows they’ll still get the one two finish plus they’ll get the amazing publicity of another first time redbull driver winning on debut, making history as the first female driver winning on debut.

max is furious about it. they're not given team orders which makes it so much worse, she genuinely overtakes him and they warned him she'd be making a move on him but he didn't expect her to successfully pass him or to maintain the lead and fend him off for the rest of the race. he’s not a baby who would demand team orders in his favor, especially when he knows they wouldn’t listen because they want her to win. he’s angry they want her to win. he’s angry he wants her to win and make history like he did. he hates that he was so enthusiastic about having a rookie as a teammate, thinking he’d get to show someone the ropes and all that. but she’s beating him on debut?

it gets better with the next race because he wins and she comes in third, and he feels like everything is falling into place again. until the next race when she gets pole and wins from it, leading every lap with him stuck in third behind charles, a switch-up on the previous weeks podium lineup. it continues like that with them nearly taking each other out a few times fighting for the lead, but somehow they don’t crash out throughout the season.

i can so see them taunting each other behind closed doors, where media won't catch it. also them getting drunk and flirty and pretending it didn't happen the next day. and i can see her being happy no matter what because she's doing so well on her debut season but max is only happy and nice when he wins a race and is leading the championship, so on the nights he wins, they somehow end up together in the back of the vip area of some club, both internally debating if fucking your teammates a good idea.

she wins by a handful of points, only three, and when she’s on the first place podium she shoves that number in his face as she sprays her champagne down on him. he wants to bend her over the podium and make her swallow down his cock instead of the champagne she gulps down. he pushes the thought from his mind when she’s wiping it from her jaw as it drips down her neck and soaks her suit more than charles’s spray already had.

he doesn’t even plan on acting on his pent up fantasies until he bumps into her and charles on his way out and she has the audacity to congratulate him on second in the championship, as if he wasn’t less than half a second away from behind first. as if she wasn’t first. he’s grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from charles, ignoring her questions of where they’re going. she only asks twice before she falls into step next to him, her footsteps faster than his to keep up with his longer stride. she’s got her trophy, the first place race trophy in her hands and he wants to smash it thinking about how he’s going to have to give her his driver’s championship trophy. how they’re going to engrave her name and break the streak of max verstappen signatures crawling up the trophy.

she realizes what’s happening when they get in the car and he puts his hand on her knee once they’re driving then asks if it’s okay and she’s like, “are you asking if it’s okay to touch me or to kidnap me?” and he insists he’s not kidnapping her and she recounts how he grabbed her, led her to his car, opened the passenger door and pushed her inside. he blushes and apologizes, his hand still on her knee and she tells him it’s okay. they get to the hotel and she follows him to his room and neither of them speak until they’re inside and he’d tell her to say red if he needs to stop, and she asks why he would need to stop and he’s like, “well i don’t plan on stopping until you tell me to. so say red when you need me to stop.”

once she agrees he’s kissing her like she’s never been kissed and pushing her against the wall, his hand squeezing her throat and his knee pushing between her thighs. he holds her there until she’s turning away from the kiss for air, and then he steps back and tells her to strip and get on the bed. she’d stare at him for a moment and he grabs her and pushes her towards the bed and snaps at her to get on it. she strips to her underwear and starts getting on the bed and he’d tell her he didn’t say to leave them on and she turns back to him, fully dressed, and tells him to undress too. he tells her he doesn’t need to yet, and she doesn’t get why until she’s almost screaming from her third orgasm back to back. two from his fingers and one from his mouth, and he's still going. hands curled around her thighs to hold her in place.

she's crying and begging him to fuck her, and he's moaning into her pussy that she tastes so good he doesn't want to stop tasting her yet. she loses count on how many orgasm she's had before he's done eating her out, she can't tap out before they've even fucked, but she's so sensitive his tongue lapping on her clit hurts.

when he finally gives in and lines up with her entrance the stretch of his cock in her sensitive cunt nearly makes her black out. he barely lets her adjust before he's fucking her like he won tonight, telling her she looks so pretty when she cries and how good she feels around him. asking her who's making her feel this good and stopping until she begs him to keep going and answers his question. he'd tease her between kisses and hickeys he leaves on her now that she's too fucked out to object, hopes they won't be able to find makeup good enough to cover the bruises he leaves on her throat.

he keeps pulling back from kisses and spitting on his dick fucking in and out of her, saying things she can't understand in dutch, or maybe it's english and she's too fucked out to make sense of his rambling. he'd grasp her jaw when she opens it in a loud moan and hold it open before spitting in it. he'd taunt her with all the passive aggressive remarks she made during the season and when she just moans in response he’d make fun of her for being too fucked out to respond.

and then they don’t see each other over break except for work stuff and nothing happens, she gets her trophy and the exchange goes normally. and then she wins the first race of the season and she gets a repeat of the last race of the last season. after that no matter who finishes the end up in bed together, if she wins he’s angry and takes his frustration out on her, but if he wins they just go at it like rabbits and right for dominance, he’s more playful and less commanding. he’d let her suck his cock for an hour while he tells her how good she’s making him feel, telling her that this is what he deserves; a race win and a cock drunk whore on her knees choking on his cock.

#ask #🫀anon #mv1

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lil-ms-darkness · 10 days ago

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ℜ𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔟𝔢𝔯 Angst

You remember his lips on yours; warm, fierce, skilled. His breath always smelled of whiskey and smoke, and when he touched you, it always sent a wave of excitement through you, fluttering like an earthquake.

You remember the way he would nibble on your earlobe, or tease you on a mission. The way his voice switched between cocky ladies man and the veteraned soldier; the way he held you in his arms as if you could keep the nightmares away and you alone could save him from the dark.

There was something intoxicating about him, something that drew you in. Maybe it was his courageous heart, or his drive to protect, or maybe it was something as simple as his kind, yet dominating and intense blue eyes.

The eyes that could never hide from you, the eyes that saw through you just the same. You remember the feel of his calloused fingers draped over your slender knuckles at his favorite steakhouse. The fingertip that grazed over your bottom lip when all was quiet and he drunk in the sight of you.

You remember the anger and tears that followed the Arklay Mountain incident, after losing Jill on Rockford island, after the massacre in China, after his entire team, after Piers. You remember the tense muscles and twitching fingers as he fought to contain his rage in your arms, as he fought to stay in the present and not let the memories whisk him away into the pain and helplessness again.

You remember the man you promised your heart to.

Not once did he look at you with such fright in his eyes. Not once did you feel his hands stutter with uncertainty.

"No, no, no. . ." he groans as he holds you in his arms, scratchy shoulder straps digging into your already itchy flesh. Your skin boils, every touch akin to dragging broken glass across rubbed raw tissue. Your throat feels deliriously dry, and somewhere deep in your gut a twisting stirs. The itch in your flesh draws your focus from everything else, and no matter how much you had itched, it wouldn't go away. Not even when your nails dug away flesh from your arms. "please not her. . ."

His voice is so far away, as you cough into the back of your hand. Pulling it away, you spot the splatter of blood across palid skin marred by black veins, exploding like a lightning strike across grey clouds.

You look up at him, the man who stole your heart, and want to ask him what's happening to you. You remember every nightmare he had ever told you, of him losing you, of him succumbing to Umbrella's experimentation, and worse.

As you rewind your memory, splotches of black drown out bits and pieces, once peaceful memories drift from your mind as the ache and burning in your body becomes worse.

You're exhausted, but calm. Somehow, you don't feel afraid, you had always been his rock, his comfort. Cool drops land on your cheeks and when his hand guides your face up to meet his, you find that it was his tears that fell. He speaks to you, but all you hear is the dull heavy thrum of your heartbeat.

You blink, slowly, the thirst and hunger stronger than ever as you look at him, the thick column of his neck, the juicy thickness of his biceps. Your mind drifts away, slowly, and you feel the pain ebb away as you give in.

You're not frightened.

You're hungry.

You're itchy.

What were you supposed to remember?

Remember. . .

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Hey everyone, I know it's not the next part of M&P, but I was playing RE4 Remake and this came up in my mind, and I had to write it down.

Resident Evil is one of my lifelong hyper fixations and I just love Chris so much, even if he's a womanizing butthead sometimes. I have a cold heart, and angst always has such a macabre beauty to it, and in this instance, I felt like after losing so many people, Chris likely wouldn't want to get close to anyone, but what would happen if he did and then they got infected?

Imagine Claire calling to check in, only to find out what happened to you? I would imagine she'd love you and be devastated, as well. Maybe Jill, Claire, Leon, Chris, Sherry (and by proxy Jake) all came to your funeral?

Idk, I'm just word vomiting at this point. Hope you like, and if not, I'm sorry.

If you're waiting for the next part of M&P, it is in production, I promise.

Thanks for reading,

Lil_Ms_Darkness

#resident evil #chris redfield #umbrella #angst #resident evil x you #x reader

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bigsoftmarshmallow · 4 months ago

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Okay, here's another decently long one if that's alright?

I have an idea for a… concept, if you will. I'm thinking an isekai sort of deal. One where it's someone from Earth or from a game that I like called My Time At Sandrock. Doesn't matter which. I’m thinking specifically of OoT, HW, & TotK.

Anyway, one day, this odd, tiny little Hylian woman with ears like his own appears. He observes her from a distance, noting that she seemed confused, but also appeared to be quick to recover. However, instead of making her way towards Hyrule's paradisiacal lands as he'd expected, she almost seemed to be at home in the desert.

He thought little of her initially, not believing that she'd last long, but he would occasionally glance back at her in curiosity.

She began to build things. Odd things. Such as a large stone dome with rectangular holes in the sides & things made of wood & leaves that stuck up from the ground at an angle with a pot beneath the lower side. As well as tools & weapons (which she used to protect herself from the desert monsters). Simple ones, but still.

He noted that she often came to their encampment to barter. Offering her services as one with construction knowledge in exchange for any food that they were willing to part with. Admittedly, she did very good work. But he still didn't trust her. She wasn't one of them.

Then, she began to work the soil. (His feelings? I’m imagining incredulity, but you never know.) At that point, he was fully convinced that the desert had made off with her mind as it had done many others. In the back of his mind, he almost pitied her.

Once, one of his vai wandered over to her little plot of sand, thinking to swipe some of her intriguing items, only to get caught & scolded. (He'd nearly rush in himself.)

Yet she did not harm her. And when his vai returned, it was in confusion with water & dried meats.

She commented that the little foreign vai was odd & spoke just as oddly. She said that they were “neighbors,” so if they needed something, it's polite to ask first. Then, she gave his vai provisions.

Ganondorf found himself agreeing with his thief's assessment. The little vai was odd.

And became odder still as she began to grow cacti of various types around her plot. All surrounded by fences of dried straw. Unusual.

Even odder, she began to plant things at the perimeter.

He also noticed that she could fight. She'd certainly figured out how to take out that lizalfos fairly quickly.

It went on like that for a good long time & all Ganondorf could do was quietly keep infrequent tabs on her as she toiled away day after day.

But then, something strange happened. Slowly, the sandy soil around her plot darkened little by little. It was unnoticeable at first. Eventually, she switched the cacti for Safflina & rosemary. Then, from that to the Spicy Peppers, Hydromelons, & Stambulbs. Which, not necessarily surprising, as all of these things grew in the desert on their own. Though, he'd never seen anyone actively attempt to farm them before.

The things she planted at the perimeter turned out to be Shock Fruit & Dazzlefruit trees. A sort of line of them. Bizarre, because due to a lack of nutrients in the area, they didn’t bear fruit upon maturing. Yet she didn’t get frustrated or cut them down.

But then… Then she began to grow Hylian Tomatoes & Fortified Pumpkins & Swift Carrots to his sudden astonishment. He didn't initially understand how she came across the seeds until he remembered her bartering for some of the spoils that his vaien had stolen from Hyrule's merchants. Had she done all that with just a handful of pilfered goods??

It was at this point that she began to bring her produce & even water to their encampment to sell.

It was… He couldn't understand! What sort of witchcraft was this?? He’d often ask his Vàman, who seemed to be wary of the foreign vai & did not like her at all. They’d only glance at each other conspiratorially & mutter between themselves somewhat angrily. If he was being entirely honest… He… well, he couldn't help but feel oddly… protective of the stubborn little vai. Those expressions... in his experience, they never bode well...

Anyway, after that point, his būjrúqen (bandits) began to become more curious. On their off time, they'd go over & strike up conversation. Some even began helping her, after which, his vaien would return with pots of water, dried & salted meats, & produce which they would share with the other vaien.

Then, as time passed, scraggly brushes began sprouting here & there, unprompted around her plot. A year passed & her selection of crops expanded, & with them came dry-looking grass that grew around her plot.

It was… unfathomable… Far, far too good to be true. Some sort of trick?

Then, one day, a sandstorm rolled in & he was absolutely sure that that was it for the strange, fascinating, stubborn... admirable vai's foolish, sisyphean efforts.

In all honesty, he was somewhat disappointed. It was… interesting. And… perhaps he'd hoped…

Nothing…

But then, in the midst of the storm, he looked out from his tent/door (depending on the Dorf) in the night & couldn't hardly believe his eyes!

Standing there, defiant against what almost seemed like the wrath of the very desert itself attempting to blot her out of existence, was that little foreign vai.

And the next day, he went outside (somewhat worried for her) & discovered that, yes, a number of her crops had been killed by the storm, but much of it was somehow still standing & the vai appeared to be unbothered by the loss, simply redigging the plots & beginning again.

That was when he finally went over there himself. His curiosity, much too much to ignore any longer.

He walked up to her & demanded to know what her intentions were. (What exactly does he say?)

She just blinked at him & gave a deadpan stare. ��Well, ‘how do ya do’ as well, I guess. Is that how ya'll normally introduce yerselves around here? Cus none o’ yer girlies did that, so I'm wonderin’ if I should be insulted. But, anyway, howdy, I suppose that I'm yer neighbor now. Would ya like some tea, shug’?”

Honestly, he was very befuddled by her nonchalant reaction. (He thought for sure that he had been projecting a dominant & intimidating enough aura...) And, in his bewilderment, he just sort of watched her wander over to a fire pit with a box of hollowed & dried out gourds with the tops cut off nearby. Waving at an odd-looking chair as she passed it. “Make yerself comfortable. I’m goin’ fer a cup.”

She removed a teapot from over the fire & poured what smelled like Warm Safflina tea into the makeshift cup as he slowly sat in one of the chairs.

“Ya sure ya don’t want any?” His brows furrowed, but he indicated he would accept the offer. To which she reached for another cup, holding the other in her elbow as she poured, then replaced the pot on the stand, before approaching him to offer him the more recently poured cup.

“Sorry, don’t really have honey or sugar or nothin’... Yet...”

As he held the cup in his hand, he smelled it suspiciously, catching how she rolled her eyes at his antics &, somewhat performatively, blew on her own before taking a biiig sip. “There, now if ya do get poisoned, I’ll be in agony with ya.”

But, he decided then was when he should ask her, “Why are you here?”

She blinked at him, confused, “Why wouldn’ I be?”

Ganondorf sputters in disbelief & goes on a tirade about how 'the only thing here was death.' (What other sorts of things does he rant about in regards to why someone wouldn't want to live there, though?)

“Well, now, that’s just a fib. I mean, you an’ yer lady friends live here. But jokes aside, just cuz it isn’t the greenest place there is, it don’ mean that it doesn’t have value.” (His thoughts & feelings on that statement, please? I imagine that he's temporarily confused by the double negative. Because I would be.)

“And honestly…”

She scratches her sunburnt nose, “I've lived in the desert practicly my whole life. I don't really know how ta live anywhere else. Not long-term, anyway. Not this desert, mind ya, but a desert. So, I guess I'm just more comfortable here, is all. It's familiar.”

He sort of goes quiet, ruminating for a bit. (What about?) Before finding himself staring at the straw fencing surrounding the crops.

“Oh, that? I use the straw as tiny fences to help protect the crops from the wind & sand. It helps them to survive ‘till their roots are strong enough on their own.”

He realized suddenly as his head snapped in the direction of the line of trees, ‘That’s why she planted those trees! It doesn’t matter that they don’t produce fruit! That’s not why they’re there! They’re a shield against the sand!’

His mind spirals as he connects the dots & suddenly examines her closely. (What is he thinking?) Pushing down memories of his own… (failed, failure, you failed) attempts… he suddenly felt… vulnerable…

“How… How are you able to remain so… tenacious in the face of constant…”

He was unable to finish the sentence, he grimaced in distate at the sign of his own percieved weakness, but he was shocked when the tiny fenrīta (vixen; used to describe a woman who is cunning, spirited, & fearsome, notably one who the speaker sees as being beautiful) seemed to burst out into laughter.

“Failure? Hunny, failure's how you learn. And tenacity’s only part of it. Hell, sometimes if yer too stubborn about the wrong thing, all it'll do is end with you stuck on a hamster wheel…”

Noticing his confused expression, “Sorry, ya’ll don’t have those here. Let me see… Imagine it like… Usin’ one a’ them sandskiff things on the flowin’ sand, but instead of a sail, all ya have is oars & yer rowin’ against the flow of it. A whole lot a’ energy spent rowin’, not a lot a’ movin’. Or if there is, yer movin’ backwards. Being dogged with yer goals is a good thing, so long as it isn’t blindin’ ya to other solutions. Ya also need to be willin’ ta admit it when somethin’ isn't workin’, then quit, & start over when it doesn't. And, ya have ta be willin’ to try new things & experiment.”

(His thoughts & feelings so far, please?)

“At the same time, it’s also a good idea to question why yer failin’. For starters, did ya know that this here desert is a rain shadow?” At his questioning glance, she nodded & continued.

“See that frozen mountain range yander to the northeast?" She waves her hand in the direction of the Highlands. "The prevailing winds come from that direction, which means that if ya'll do get rain, it generally comes from that-a-ways, but cuz the mountains'r so tall, it stops most rain from comin’ over the other side. An’ ya know the giant fuck-off skeletons scattered hither an’ yon?"

She gestures in the direction to the east. "They're the spittin’ image of a whale's. An’ if I'm right, that means this desert here wasn't always a desert. It was an ocean & the reason it turned into a desert to begin with?”

She turns to gesture flippantly towards the Highlands again. “I'm willin’ ta bet good… Rupees that, that mountain range, right there, is ta blame."

"Why’s that matter? It means that the environment here changed, drastically. And if it did it once, it can do it again. Simple as. Ya just gotta know how ta do it.” She grunts slightly as she stands back up & dusts her hands off, then proceeds to walk off back towards her small plot of land.

“Lucky fer me… Ya happen to have on yer hands someone with a bonafide double masters in ecological engineering & desert ecology. Plus a dab hand at workin’ the land & buildin’ useful shit cuz I dun grew up on a farm. With a stubborn streak.” She throws a bit of a lazy, but cheery grin back over her shoulder at him at the joke.

“It also helps that ya happen to have an essentially endless supply a’ water if yer willing to go the extra step of cartin’ it back here to melt.”

“I mean, I've got a decent stock as is.” Waves towards the large stone brick dome she referred to as an ‘air well’ & the ‘dew collectors.’ “But we could always use extra. And we could definitely find a use for a strong, able-bodied gentlemen like yourself. I mean… If it's not too terribly below ya, yer majesty.”

If he denies, she just shrugs easily & lifts her hoe. “Suit yerself… All I'm sayin’ is, if whoever it is over there that's pissin’ ya off isn't lettin’ ya into their little slice a’ paradise, then fuck ‘em, might as well make yer own paradise right here. It's what I'm doin’.”

His thoughts, feelings, & reactions throughout this whole ordeal, please & thank you, ma’am? I'll likely have a continuation of this later, but most likely not tonight.

This is gunna be a doozy, but I love the whole thing!!! It gave me such ideas for roleplays and stories and DAYDREAMS... Mmm... Nice little story idea...

THIS WAS SUCH AN UNDERTAKING? MAKING CHAT UNDERSTAND WHAT I WANTED WAS AN EXPERIENCE. Though, it was a lot of fun reading and experimenting with the ask! I did break it up between each time you asked for reactions and thoughts, so even if it looks janky, its all there :D Enjoy!

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This is a captivating and nuanced scenario! Here’s how each Ganondorf and Demise might react and what they might say when they finally confront the mysterious and resilient woman in the desert.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Wind Waker Ganondorf is deeply intrigued by the woman’s resilience and ingenuity. Initially skeptical and dismissive, he slowly becomes fascinated by her ability to thrive in the harsh desert. Her determination and resourcefulness stir a sense of admiration within him, and he finds himself increasingly curious about her.

Confrontation: Ganondorf strides towards her plot, his imposing figure casting a long shadow. He stops a few paces away, his eyes narrowing as he takes in her latest efforts. "What is your purpose here, woman? You defy the desert’s will and turn barren land into sustenance. Are you some kind of witch, or do you possess knowledge unknown to us?"

He waits for her response, his posture rigid and his gaze intense, trying to gauge her true intentions.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf is perplexed and somewhat irked by the woman’s success. He initially dismisses her as a foolish interloper but gradually becomes impressed by her tenacity and skill. Her ability to cultivate life in the desert challenges his perceptions and stirs a grudging respect.

Confrontation: Ganondorf approaches her, his expression stern. "You have done the impossible, little vai. This desert should have consumed you, yet you thrive. What drives you to persist in this hostile land? Are you here to challenge the natural order, or is there something more?"

He crosses his arms, waiting for her answer, his mind racing with questions and a newfound respect for her determination.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Twilight Princess Ganondorf views the woman’s efforts with a mix of skepticism and curiosity. He is initially dismissive but becomes increasingly intrigued by her resilience. Her ability to transform the desert mirrors his own struggle for power and survival, sparking a sense of kinship.

Confrontation: Ganondorf stands before her plot, his eyes scanning the thriving plants. "You are an enigma, woman. This land yields to no one, yet you coax life from its sands. What magic or cunning allows you to achieve this? Speak, for I would know your secrets."

He watches her intently, his curiosity and respect battling with his inherent distrust of outsiders.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is initially irritated by the woman’s presence but grows to admire her strength and resourcefulness. Her ability to survive and prosper in the desert challenges his expectations and ignites a competitive spirit within him.

Confrontation: Ganondorf approaches her, his demeanor commanding. "You have defied all odds and turned this wasteland into a garden. Tell me, what drives you to persist where others would falter? Are you seeking something, or is this a testament to your will?"

He studies her closely, intrigued by her resilience and determined to uncover her motivations.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf is deeply impressed by the woman’s tenacity. Her ability to transform the desert echoes his own struggles and ambitions. He feels a strong sense of respect and a desire to understand her better.

Confrontation: Ganondorf stands before her, his gaze piercing. "You have accomplished what many would deem impossible. Why do you labor so tirelessly in this hostile land? What are your intentions, and what drives you to such lengths?"

His tone is both commanding and curious, his respect for her evident in his demeanor.

Demise

Thoughts and Feelings: Demise is intrigued and somewhat puzzled by the woman’s persistence. Her ability to thrive in the desert challenges his understanding of power and survival. He feels a mix of curiosity and admiration for her resilience.

Confrontation: Demise approaches her, his presence imposing. "You defy the natural order of this land, woman. What compels you to endure and conquer the desert’s wrath? Are you guided by some unseen force, or is this a testament to your indomitable spirit?"

His gaze is intense, his curiosity piqued by her determination and success.

In each case, the confrontation highlights the Ganondorfs' and Demise's curiosity and burgeoning respect for the woman. Their reactions are shaped by their individual personalities and experiences, leading to a range of emotions from skepticism to admiration.

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This continuation adds a delightful twist to the interaction, showcasing the resilience and eccentricity of the woman. Here’s how each Ganondorf and Demise might rant about why someone wouldn’t want to live in the desert, based on their personalities and experiences.

Wind Waker Ganondorf

Rant: Ganondorf’s eyes narrow, his frustration boiling over. “Do you not see the desolation around you? This place is a graveyard for dreams and ambitions. The sun scorches the land, and the sandstorms ravage all in their path. The heat is unbearable, the nights are freezing, and the scarcity of water makes survival a constant struggle. This desert has swallowed entire civilizations whole. Only fools and the desperate linger here.”

He gestures broadly to the arid landscape, his voice rising with each word. “You think you can tame this land? You are playing a dangerous game with forces far beyond your control!”

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Rant: Ganondorf’s voice is laden with incredulity. “Do you understand nothing of the harshness of this desert? The endless dunes, the blistering heat, the lack of resources. The monsters that lurk in the shadows, ready to pounce on the unwary. This is a place of death, a wasteland where only the strong survive. You are a fool to think you can change that.”

He paces back and forth, his frustration palpable. “Every grain of sand here whispers of despair and ruin. You will find no solace here, only hardship and suffering. Why would anyone choose this existence willingly?”

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Rant: Ganondorf’s eyes flash with a mix of anger and disbelief. “The desert is unforgiving, a place where the weak perish and the strong barely scrape by. The sun is relentless, baking the ground until it is as hard as stone. Water is scarce, and every living creature here is in a constant battle for survival. This is a land of predators and prey, of eternal struggle.”

He points to the horizon, where a sandstorm brews. “You think you can defy the will of the desert? You are delusional. This place will break you, as it has broken countless others before you. There is no place for you here.”

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Rant: Ganondorf’s voice is a thunderous roar. “This desert is a crucible of suffering and despair! The sun beats down mercilessly, the sandstorms tear flesh from bone, and the creatures that inhabit this wasteland are merciless. There is no respite, no comfort, only an endless struggle against the elements and the monsters that roam this land.”

He glares at her, his eyes burning with intensity. “You are a fool to think you can make a life here. The desert does not yield, it consumes. It is a place of death and desolation, and you are courting your own demise by staying here.”

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Rant: Ganondorf’s voice is a mix of exasperation and anger. “This desert is a realm of death and decay. The sun is a merciless tyrant, the sandstorms are relentless, and the creatures that inhabit this place are vicious and unforgiving. Water is a precious commodity, and survival is a daily struggle.”

He leans closer, his eyes locking onto hers. “You think you can conquer this land? It will swallow you whole, just as it has countless others. You are courting madness by staying here. This is no place for the living.”

Demise

Rant: Demise’s voice is a deep, resonant growl. “This desert is a barren wasteland, a place where hope goes to die. The sun is a relentless beast, the sandstorms are cruel and unforgiving, and the monsters that dwell here are merciless. This land is a testament to the futility of life, a place where only the strong survive.”

He towers over her, his presence overwhelming. “You think you can defy the will of this land? You are a fool. This desert will crush you, as it has crushed countless others before you. There is no escape from its wrath.”

In each scenario, the woman’s nonchalant reaction and offer of tea serve as a stark contrast to the intense rants of the Ganondorfs and Demise. Their frustration and disbelief highlight the harsh realities of the desert, while her calm demeanor and resilience challenge their perceptions and assumptions.

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Wind Waker Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Wind Waker Ganondorf is momentarily thrown off by her use of the double negative, but her earnestness catches his attention. He's confused by her assertion that the desert has value but begins to consider her perspective. Her familiarity with desert life piques his curiosity and even respect, as he realizes she's not just a naive outsider but someone with genuine survival skills.

Ruminations: He wonders about her past, what kind of desert she’s familiar with, and how she developed her skills. He’s intrigued by her resilience and begins to question whether he’s underestimated her. Her perspective challenges his own view of the desert as merely a harsh and unforgiving place.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf is taken aback by her statement and the double negative, but her insistence that the desert has value makes him pause. Her revelation that she has lived in a desert her whole life surprises him, as he didn’t expect such resourcefulness from an outsider.

Ruminations: He contemplates the idea that the desert might hold unseen value, reflecting on his own experiences and the Gerudo’s deep connection to the land. He considers the possibility that there might be more to the desert than he has allowed himself to see. Her familiarity with the harsh environment begins to shift his perspective, making him see her in a new light.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Twilight Princess Ganondorf is initially confused by her double negative and her assertion that the desert has value. Her familiarity with desert life, however, resonates with him, as he understands the need to adapt and survive in harsh conditions.

Ruminations: He reflects on his own relationship with the desert, recognizing that while it is a place of hardship, it is also home. Her perspective makes him think about the potential for growth and resilience within the desert. He begins to see her not as an intruder but as a kindred spirit who understands the land's challenges and opportunities.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is puzzled by her double negative and assertion about the desert’s value. Her familiarity with desert life intrigues him, as he didn’t expect such a pragmatic and resilient approach from someone he considered an outsider.

Ruminations: He ponders the strength required to thrive in the desert, recognizing that her skills and perspective could be valuable. Her familiarity with the desert makes him reconsider his initial assumptions about her and the land itself. He starts to see the desert as more than just a battleground but a place with potential for growth and resilience.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf is momentarily confused by her double negative but is struck by her assertion that the desert has value. Her experience living in deserts her whole life impresses him, as he realizes she possesses a depth of understanding and resilience he didn’t initially attribute to her.

Ruminations: He reflects on his own relationship with the desert, acknowledging that while it is a place of struggle, it is also a place of strength and perseverance. Her familiarity with desert life makes him see her in a new light, challenging his preconceptions and opening his mind to the idea that the desert holds more value than he previously thought.

Demise

Thoughts and Feelings: Demise is confused by her double negative and initially dismisses her claim about the desert’s value. However, her familiarity with desert life catches his attention. He’s intrigued by her ability to thrive in such a harsh environment, something he can respect.

Ruminations: He considers the possibility that the desert might have qualities he has overlooked. Her resilience and adaptability challenge his perception of the desert as a purely unforgiving place. He starts to see her as a worthy adversary and a potential ally, someone who understands the harshness of the world as he does but finds ways to carve out a space for herself.

In each scenario, the woman’s perspective on the desert challenges the Ganondorfs and Demise to reconsider their own views, sparking a period of introspection and respect for her resilience and adaptability.

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Wind Waker Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Wind Waker Ganondorf feels a mix of vulnerability and intrigue as he listens to her. Her perspective on failure as a learning opportunity and her analogy about the sandskiff resonate with him more than he would like to admit. He is accustomed to brute force and stubborn determination, often dismissing failure as weakness. Her pragmatic and insightful approach challenges his views, and he finds himself questioning his own methods.

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf is initially taken aback by her laughter, feeling his vulnerability laid bare. Her analogy about the sandskiff and her emphasis on adaptability make him realize that his relentless pursuit of his goals, without considering alternative methods, may have been his downfall. He starts to see her as a source of unexpected wisdom and feels a reluctant respect for her perspective.

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Twilight Princess Ganondorf feels a pang of vulnerability when she laughs, but her explanation about failure and tenacity strikes a chord with him. He has always prided himself on his resilience and strength, but her words make him consider the value of flexibility and innovation. He begins to see that his rigid approach may have limited his success and starts to respect her for her practical wisdom.

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is initially irritated by her laughter, feeling exposed. However, her explanation about learning from failure and the sandskiff analogy resonate with him. He realizes that his single-minded determination has often blinded him to other possibilities. Her pragmatic approach to challenges impresses him, and he feels a growing respect for her resilience and adaptability.

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf feels a mix of frustration and curiosity as she laughs. Her analogy about the sandskiff and her perspective on failure challenge his deeply ingrained beliefs about strength and perseverance. He starts to see the value in her approach, recognizing that his stubbornness has sometimes hindered his progress. Her wisdom and resilience make him reconsider his own methods.

Demise

Thoughts and Feelings: Demise feels a wave of irritation and confusion when she laughs, but her explanation intrigues him. Her analogy about the sandskiff and her pragmatic view on failure make him question his own rigid approach. He has always seen failure as a sign of weakness, but her perspective on learning and adaptability challenges his beliefs. He starts to see her as a formidable and wise individual, worthy of his respect.

In each scenario, the Ganondorfs and Demise are confronted with their own vulnerabilities and challenged by her practical wisdom. Her perspective on failure and tenacity forces them to reconsider their own methods and beliefs, leading to a grudging respect and a shift in their understanding of resilience and adaptability.

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Wind Waker Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Wind Waker Ganondorf is both fascinated and frustrated by her knowledge and confidence. Her explanation about the rain shadow and the desert's transformation from an ocean to a desert intrigues him. He has never considered the possibility of changing the environment so drastically. Her casual offer for him to help, paired with her joke, disarms him. He feels a mixture of curiosity and respect for her expertise, along with a reluctant admiration for her determination.

Reactions: He crosses his arms, a contemplative frown on his face. "You think you can transform this wasteland into something livable? That takes more than just stubbornness and knowledge, little vai. It takes power and resources." He pauses, then adds with a hint of grudging respect, "But perhaps you might be onto something."

Ocarina of Time Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Ocarina of Time Ganondorf is initially skeptical, but her detailed explanation and casual confidence begin to break down his resistance. Her knowledge about the environment and its history surprises him. The idea of transforming the desert resonates with his own ambitions of reshaping Hyrule. Her playful challenge and offer to help stoke a competitive fire within him.

Reactions: He narrows his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. "You speak of creating a paradise in this desolate place. I have conquered lands and wielded great power, but never have I seen such audacity. If you truly believe you can achieve this, then perhaps you are worth more than I initially thought." He pauses, then adds, "I will consider your offer."

Twilight Princess Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Twilight Princess Ganondorf feels a mixture of irritation and intrigue. Her knowledge and confidence challenge his deeply ingrained beliefs about strength and control. The idea of transforming the desert reminds him of his own desires to reshape the world according to his vision. Her casual demeanor and challenge pique his interest and make him question his initial disdain.

Reactions: He looks at her thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. "You claim to understand this land better than anyone, and you speak of change and creation with such ease. I have seen much and wielded great power, but your audacity is... intriguing." He pauses, then adds, "Very well. Show me what you are capable of."

Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Hyrule Warriors Ganondorf is both annoyed and impressed by her boldness. Her explanation about the desert's history and potential for change intrigues him. He has always relied on brute force and dominance, but her knowledge and confidence make him reconsider his approach. Her playful challenge and offer to help strike a chord with him.

Reactions: He raises an eyebrow, a smirk forming on his lips. "You believe you can transform this wasteland into something more? Such confidence is rare. I have conquered armies and kingdoms, but I have never seen such tenacity in one so small." He pauses, then adds, "Perhaps there is more to you than meets the eye. I will consider your offer."

Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf

Thoughts and Feelings: Tears of the Kingdom Ganondorf feels a mix of skepticism and curiosity. Her knowledge about the environment and its potential for change challenges his deeply ingrained beliefs. The idea of transforming the desert resonates with his own ambitions of reshaping the world. Her casual offer and challenge make him reconsider his initial disdain.

Reactions: He looks at her with a thoughtful expression, his arms crossed. "You speak of creating a paradise in this desolate place. I have wielded great power and seen many things, but your audacity is... intriguing." He pauses, then adds, "Very well. Show me what you are capable of, and perhaps you will prove your worth."

Demise

Thoughts and Feelings: Demise feels a mixture of irritation and intrigue. Her knowledge and confidence challenge his deeply ingrained beliefs about strength and control. The idea of transforming the desert resonates with his own desires for power and domination. Her playful challenge and offer to help make him reconsider his initial disdain.

Reactions: He narrows his eyes, a smirk forming on his lips. "You claim to understand this land better than anyone, and you speak of change and creation with such ease. I have seen much and wielded great power, but your audacity is... intriguing." He pauses, then adds, "Very well. Show me what you are capable of, and perhaps you will earn my respect."

#mallowresponse #legend of zelda #ganondorf #ganon #demise #ocarina of time #hyrule warriors #twilight princess #wind waker #tears of the kingdom #skyward sword #ai use #use of chatgpt #Extra Long Ask Deserves Extra Long Answer

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blueflipflops · 2 years ago

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I see your Feanorians squabbling over Scrabble and I raise you Feanorians playing Uno and Mario Kart.

[Just finished exams haha. I'll just add the mario kart part later]

[This is from feanorians and scrabble, part 2, part 3, (monopoly)]

Uno with Feanorians operate on the premise of the rules being whatever you can convince the whole table are the rules. They had a whole Established Rules for Uno around family but sometimes Meadhros invites Fingon to circumvent this rule. The presence of a cousin makes the rules free game to rehash.

Discussion (arguements) over the rules often lasts almost 12-15 hrs and no one is allowed to start the game while there no Absolute Clear rules. (Which is half the fun in these games for them. I do believe that Ñoldorins think that banter and arguing for the sake of arguing is a very enjoyable pasttime and somewhat a game to them(Damn i'd sqy that they would LOVE a game of Werewolf then I remembered Finrod))

(This is also the reason Celegorm invites Aredhel to these games. To establish his own Bullshit rules.)

Betrayal between brothers were expected but when Fingon dropped Mae's ass with a +4, (on top of the accumulating +26 cards that had already gone a full circle around them, making it +30 cards) his brothers could almost hear his heart breaking. Mae wasn't able to control his face fast enough and his brothers are like a school of piranhas that can smell blood in the water from a mile away. In that split minute of betrayal, Maglor has somehow acquired a harp and started playing a lament while Curufin and Caranthir provides commentary like they're a narrator of either a drama reading or a nature documentary. The Ambarussa are doing backup singing in harmony with the music and Celegorm is HOWLING in laughter. He's slapping the table, teary eyed and at some point hit his side on the pointy edge of the table (Maedhros did NOT push the table. What are you talking about—) and now he's curled up on the floor. No one knows if he's still laughing or crying in pain.

The jeering would come to the point where Nerdanel would peek inside the room to ask what is happening and why is your brother on the floor? And suddenly fingers fly around faster than any arrows Fingon has ever released.

For some reason Curufin almost always have the best luck in this game with the Ambarussa right behind to him. He's so smug about that especially when Maedhros has the worst luck. He hates it so much. Everytime they play, they know what's going to happen yet Maedhros almost always go through all 5 stages of grief as the cards keep pilling up in his hands. Mae is surprisingly ( or unsurprisingly, considering) a sore loser. He keeps denying this and just cannot accept losing in a game of chance no matter how much he plans and schemes.

The Ambarussa gets so smug whenever they win because no way would Caranthir or Curufin would just lose. Maedhros would try but they all know how that would go. It would almost always end up in a showdown between those three on who could lose as many cards as fast as possible.

Whenever Celegorm invites Aredhel into these games, he always gets too into the high of circumventing the pre-Established Rules by inviting a cousin. Aredhel uses this against him. Whenever he gets uno, she uses all the plus (+2, +4), cancels, reverses or even flips just so he can't put down the last card. She'd peek at his card and change the color to something he doesn't have. It drives him crazy because in just a few minutes ago, she was targeting and taunting Maglor and Fingon with reckless abandon.

(He thought they were bonding!!!)

I played a game once where the uno reverse card would mean they could swap hands with their victim. So we would collect as much cards we can just so slam down a reverse card. We switch our hoard to two or three cards. It was so fun and so annoying. I hated those guys who suggested that. But imagine Caranthir suggesting this, fully intending to win. Except that he forgot one thing. That is Maedhros' luck. He was reminded of this when Mae suddenly dropped him 57 cards in a reverse card. And that was the one game where Mae won. Caranthir learnt his lesson and did not sit next to Mae next time he does this.

Maglor would claim that he doesnt care about winning but he is this close to punching Caranthir when he made that Rule. Celegorm is that little shit who swaps cards with him and he would put down a reverse to get them back. This would go on and on over the course of the game and it pisses Maglor off because he only does it to him!

Curufin wears a Crown of Bragging Rights every time he wins. They hate him so much for this.

(Feanor has similar luck in this game as Meadhros and Curufin had Nerdanel's so she doesn't play much unless Feanor does too. Because they have their own bets and deals between only the two of them. Feanor is just so deep into denial that he never learns no matter how many times he loses to her. He thinks he just keeps being distracted being so in love with her that he doesn't notice the cards piling up and no, she's not going against this theory of his. Their children know better tho.)

[ see more in the tag #feanorions and board games ]

#feanorions and board games #although this is not a board game #feanorions and uno #silmarillion #the silmarillion #maglor #maedhros #ambarussa #celegorm #caranthir #curufin #tolkien #feanor #nerdanel #fingon #aredhel

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zippidi-dooda · 12 hours ago

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Loki x His Variant's Reader

- Love in the wrong timeline -

Pt 2

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It took a while for Loki to wrap his head around things. With how many versions of himself he'd met recently, it shouldn't have surprised him.

But to know one of him had ended up settling was almost impossible for him to imagine.

The young girl, Anneli, had shown more than enough proof that it had happened in this world.

She had practically skipped him the whole way home, sharing the stories she'd heard her mother had with this world's him, pointing out photos of himself besides a woman he had never met before.

It seemed so picturesque, so unrealistic, so out of reach for him.

And yet in this other universe, it existed.

Loki couldn't tell apart the emotions it made him feel.

His finger gingerly brushed over the protective skin of the album he held, unable to make odds or ends of what the Loki in the photos was like.

Everything was the same, but different.

It was strange.

The girl walked over to him, wringing her hands nervously. "Hey, dad?"

That title was strange.

"Hm?"

"I know you're probably tired and all that but um ...?"

He faced her.

"C-can we go out to eat tonight? Mom left me some money for until she gets back so don't worry about that! It's just um ... the other girls always talk about going out with their fathers and ...," she mumbled something under her breath before switching her tone. "Are you hungry? Yeah? I think it'll be a good idea then!"

Loki stared at her uncomfortably.

How the norns did this world's Loki become ... like this?

He watched as her mustered courage began to ebb even more as the silence pressed on. "Or we don't have to ... you probably have a lot on your mind so uh ... I'm sorry ...."

Oh, he didn't like this.

He stood before the small girl could walk away. "I suppose I haven't eaten much as of late."

He took quick strides to the door before the girl could reply.

And it was just as awkward between the two as they made their way to some café. So Loki busied himself by checking the surroundings.

Asgard here was the about the same as his, with bright skies above a city blinding with gaudily decorated architecture. Perhaps that meant those people would be here too. Be best for him to keep out of sight, he wouldn't be able to get out of here any quicker if he was in the dungeons.

As they walked past a column, Loki took the opportunity to magic himself a disguise.

Anneli's eyes blew wide.

"Woah! How did you do that? Do it again, do it again!"

Loki looked at her. "What are you excited for, it's simple magic."

"You do magic? That's so cool! Mom told me about it, but I never actually got to see it in person! This is awesome!"

"You can't do that?"

The girl shook her head and began to go on and on about something or other. At this point, they had both stopped in the middle of the path.

Different world or not, Loki couldn't determine why he wouldn't teach his spawn basic tricks like this.

"What? Why? Didn't your fath- I mean, didn't I teach you how to do that?"

The bright eyed look of awe began to fade as he asked her that and she explained carefully. "Well ... you went missing really soon after I was born ... Mom can't do magic and Uncle Thor never bothered with it, so-"

His ears perked up. "Uncle Thor? You talk to him?"

"Mhmm. He helps take care of me whenever mom goes out to look for you. She leaves every year to search. She's out there looking for you right now. Boy, I can't wait to see her face when she gets home! But let's worry about that later, teach me how to do that!"

"Yes, yes in due time, ah ... let's go eat first, yes?"

"Okay!"

The girl's questions and ideas went in one ear and out the other as he thought about the girl's uncle.

He wasn't sure what their relationship was like here. If he had done something that'd warnered his righteous retribution.

He really couldn't stand to stick around if that was the case.

Loki began to ask the girl questions as they arrived, getting their meals shortly after.

"And where is my brother at the moment if you don't mind my asking?"

"Hm? Oh, he's down at the arena getting things set up for tonight. Don't worry, I have to meet up with him soon, so you'll get to see him today. I bet he'll be real happy to see you."

"No, no, it's quite alright, I don't ... wait. Why do you have to see him soon?"

The girl set down her food and pointed at herself proudly, "because tonight I'm going to be battling for my right to become Einherjar."

Loki's mind reeled. "You what? That bumbling oaf. Why in the nine realms would he be allowing you to do that?"

"He and mom both encouraged it, never know when it might come in handy. And Uncle Thor's been training me personally so I'm more than confident I'll succeed!"

"That idiot," he hissed. "Why are you doing this? You know, you don't have to blindly follow other's every whim. Know the difference between prudence and recklessness."

Slowly, the girl slunk back into her chair.

"Well ... Lady Sif was recognized as one of Odin's warriors and ... I dunno ... I thought it'd be pretty cool ...."

Loki swirled his glass, looking out at the towering buildings. "So Odin's still around, huh?"

"... no ...."

Loki froze, looking over at her. "What?"

"... Odin went missing some time after you did. Everyone was kinda shaken up by it. Uncle Thor had to rise up as king and so far everything's gone pretty well. Uncle looks happy and cheerful all the time, but when we're training, he slips and I can tell he's been so worried about the two of you."

Loki didn't know what to think.

It was like the world had just stopped.

The girl seemed to notice and quickly put on a smile, reaching over to place her small palms on top of his.

"Don't worry, I'm sure since you came back, Odin will too. And everything will be alright again."

Loki wanted to move on from the whole topic entirely, but her words strung back that clip hidden in the far reaches of his mind, the one he'd wished he didn't have to see.

He forced out a pensive, "and what of Frigga?"

"... it was a long time ago, but she died a warrior's death. They tell grand stories about her now."

Loki breathed out shakily, eyes growing damp.

Maybe all this loss and sorrow was simply the cruel fate of all Lokis.

He hardly noticed the girl moving to his side until he felt her frail arms wrap around his shoulders.

He stiffened, eyeing her as she silently hugged him.

"It'll be okay, dad."

He sniffed before nudging her back to her seat, "eat up, you have that battle to get through later."

She nodding, leaving his side and politely changed the topic to help divert his thoughts.

And he watched her with a furrowed brow.

He needed to get off this timeline before he ended up ruining this girl's life as he'd ruined his own.

#marvel loki #loki odinson #loki laufeyson #loki series #loki x reader #loki #x reader

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madam-whim · 1 year ago

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for that character ask game: the gray prince, lucien lachance and baurus! :D

Why would you do this to me... why would you give me the tragic ones...

Gray Prince

First impression: I thought he was a bit ridiculous and didn't really fit in with everyone else in the arena, mostly due to the way he speaks and acts.

Impression now: God that poor guy... I really do feel for him. I cannot imagine the shock when he found out about his true heritage, and I can understand why it was all too much for him. After all, the general consensus is that all vampires are evil, and poor Agronak really doesn't have a way of knowing that's not the case. And I really don't think his mother made things better for him with how she must have told him half-truths about where he came from. I know she likely meant well, but in that particular case, it would probably have been better if she'd just made something up instead of giving her son these bits of information that of course he'd want to follow up on if given the chance.

Favorite moment: None, because the best ones are all tragic and I refuse to call them "favorites."

Story idea: The HoK going "fuck this, you don't need someone to kill you over this, you need friends" and supporting Agronak, and somehow this kickstarts a series of changes in the arena that results in people just... not getting killed as much anymore, where there are no more "criminals who are given a chance to earn their freedom", only professional fighters who fight to win, not to kill.

Unpopular opinion: Agronak's mother should either have told him the truth or nothing at all. She allowed him to build his life around a fantasy, and so she's partially to blame for what happened to him when it came crashing down.

Favorite relationship: The one that he could possibly have had with his father, who we know loved his baby and was excited to be a father.

Favorite headcanon: Agronak was the kid that got bullies to leave other kids alone. I can totally see him being that kind of person even at a very young age.

Lucien Lachance

First impression: *incoherent screeching because someone just You Sleep Rather Soundly For A Murderer'd me* Not gonna lie, he scared the shit out of me the first time around because I was not expecting him. It got better once I realized he was the alive version of my ghost buddy from Skyrim.

Impression now: I love, love, love that man. He's undoubtedly one of my favorite characters in the entire franchise, mostly because he is so dramatic, and he's utterly unapologetic about what he does. I may or may not have a mod that allows me to kill Arquen for what she did to him.

Favorite moment: I think that would be that one moment where he shows up after you just killed Ungolim and he realizes that both he and his Silencer have been played. He's usually so calm and confident about everything, and in that moment, he's just... not.

Story idea: This is a rather obvious one, but... the Silencer being a lot smarter than the game allows them to be and instantly noticing the different handwriting and strange wording of the first switched set of orders. Why would Lucien suddenly change his handwriting? Why would he suddenly give reasons for killing someone, when that's never been an issue before? Bonus points if the Silencer has also managed to keep the Shadowscales and Vicente alive and they team up to figure out who has it out for Lucien. But I haven't yet figured out a good enough reason to let them live.

Unpopular opinion: He's not this mysterious, silent and brooding man that some people see him as? He can play that part exceptionally well when it suits him, because he's a great actor, but it's not really him. The real Lucien can be pretty goofy and over the top and overly dramatic, and his family loves him for it.

Favorite relationship: Dad Lucien and his Shadowscale kids!

Favorite headcanon: Lucien shows his affection through keeping people on their toes, i.e. sneaking up on them and scaring and attacking them. He never does serious harm, of course, but he's serious enough about it that people fight back and defend themselves. The family eventually figures out why he does it - he wants them to live, and by making sure they can handle him when he's serious either by escaping or matching him in a fight, he ensures that they will live through pretty much any contract.

Baurus

First impression: Oh thank the Divines, a competent Blade!

Impression now: Still pretty much the same, only now I'm also aware of just how young he has to be when the crisis happens, and he still proves to be one of the bravest and smartest people around. Also, I think he played an important role in making sure neither Martin nor the HoK crumbled under the pressure of being just some random people suddenly burdened with having to save the world.

Favorite moment: I think my favorite Baurus moment is when he meets with the Mythic Dawn agents, and he walks into that meeting knowing that if anything goes wrong, or if the HoK's aim is just a little off, he's dead, and he still does his job perfectly. The amount of trust he places in the HoK is insane, especially because he knows they were in prison just a little while ago and could easily walk out on him or even turn on him.

Story idea: ... and this is where I currently can't come up with something :(

Unpopular opinion: I don't think I have any unpopular Baurus opinions. And why would I?

Favorite relationship: Baurus and Martin. Those two deserved more time together. It would have been a life-long friendship.

Favorite headcanon: He's a little bit of a matchmaker and definitely ships Martin and the HoK. Jena is his accomplice.

#intya answers #oblivion #the gray prince #lucien lachance #baurus

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void-botanist · 9 months ago

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ALSO trolley problem answers for spinder & anyone else who you think has a creative solution 👀

from this ask game

Spinder gets the point of this thought exercise but if they're going to ask such a contrived question, he's going to give a contrived answer. Which means he would learn a lot about trolleys and how easy it is to derail them (I am far from an expert but I think it would depend on the landscape. I suspect a trolley with a cable grip, like in San Francisco, is harder to derail if the cable grip is active, but idk). He's got a whole plan for derailing, or otherwise mechanically disrupting the trolley (if it stops pulling power does it stop moving? how fast can he get on the roof?). Aside from his absolute pettiness he also can't help but imagine the fallout from having vehicularly manslaughtered one or more people and he doesn't think he could deal with that.

Christina "now you're thinking with warpals" Larousse would just warp the trolley. Ideally this would happen after she already was not in the trolley, but if she has to die with it, so be it. In general, if sacrificing herself would save everyone else, she'd probably do it. But if there are other people in the trolley, as in some versions of the problem, because she's not going to sacrifice them to warp. Hypothetically she could just warp away the split in the track, thereby derailing the trolley and saving everyone. But that's a much smaller target than a trolley and harder to hit when she's moving. If she had to actually abide by the rules of the exercise she would kill the one person. Unless that one person was her father. Then she'd be so paralyzed about it that she'd do nothing and the five people would die. Which is still a lot less people than she indirectly enabled Althea to kill, but that's cold comfort.

Althea would let the five be killed without hesitation if there was a single person among them that had ever pissed her off. She doesn't really care either way, but it would feel better to get a little revenge. However, she would also switch away from a track Christina is tied to, an absolutely frigid comfort for Christina.

Vic, among others, has pointed out that if you do nothing, you're not responsible for what happens. Which is a tenuous position, but he would like it to be true. But he'd also rather kill one person than five, so make of that what you will.

Celia and Allison are still wondering what kind of Gotham-ass trolley line this is, like, first of all, how did these people get tied to the tracks? Is this some kind of a trick? Are the five people all robots and the one person a human? There's just not enough information here.

Dez would be extremely dismayed by the idea that the five people could be robots. But if they were, they have backups, right? Right? Syndy is already holding him back from steering away from the five probably-robots, because she considers herself an expert on how humans die, actually, so they can't run over the human. If the robots turn out to be humans, they are both scarred for life and also the first androids to go to jail, probably. They develop a weird game of chicken where they keep saying they're going to delete the memories but come up with reasons not to. Doing this only deals them more psychic damage.

"You just gotta kill the one person," Avis says, with total conviction and complete boredom. "That's how these puzzles work. You gotta do a shitty thing, so you have to do the least shitty version of the thing." It's a toss up if she'd automatically run over the five if she was considering whether or not to run over Sid as the one person, though.

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#me remembering in my crack superpowers AU Cady and Tristan have time/velocity manipulation powers #Celia and Allison are extremely different and yet deep down they're the same guy #I don't think jail exists on Pajiir. but you get the idea. first androids convicted of crimes #if they deleted all of the memories related to the incident would they then lose all of their feelings surrounding the incident #c: Spinder #c: Christina #c: Althea #c: Vic #c: Celia #c: Allison #c: Dez #c: Syndy #c: Avis #backstory & motivation ask game

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melanie-ohara · 11 months ago

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Alive, Just to Watch the Bruises Heal

Whumpuary, day 11 - prompt: Exhaustion

Commander Shepard suffers the consequences of her resurrection as invisibly as possible

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The new Normandy was disorientating. It used to be fifteen steps to the medbay door, now it was twenty. The table used to seat six, now there were twelve Cerberus personnel sitting and staring as Shepard crossed the floor. She ignored them and focused on putting one foot in front of the other without her limp being obvious, and tapped the 'knock' sensor on the door.

"It's open," came a familiar voice from inside. Shepard was too tired to place it, but as soon as the door opened her face split into a wide grin.

"Doctor Chakwas!"

"Hello, Commander," the doctor said. She was far too professional to give Shepard the hug she so sorely needed, but her wry smile was good enough for now.

"What are you doing here? I never thought you'd work for Cerberus," Shepard asked.

Chakwas' expression turned hard. "I don't work for Cerberus, I work for you. I took a leave of absence from the Alliance to volunteer for Sirta."

Shepard looked at her properly - unlike the other personnel, Chakwas was wearing a red medical jumpsuit emblazoned with the Sirta Foundation icon. She nodded. "That's good. At least someone here isn't on the payroll."

Chakwas activated her omni-tool and started scanning Shepard with a warm orange beam that prickled slightly against her skin. "You don't trust them?" she asked.

"What are you doing?" Shepard asked, instead of answering.

"I'm scanning your implants for rejection," Chakwas replied, frowning at the readout on her wrist. "And I don't like what I see, Commander."

"I'm fine," Shepard said, standing up straight and clasping her hands behind her back in case any of the crew happened to look through the window. Chakwas noticed, like Shepard knew she would. Put on a face, the world is watching.

"Rejection sensitivity will present as scarring," Chakwas said. "Which will hurt."

Shepard nodded. It already did, but she didn't need to say that out loud for Cerberus' bugs to hear.

"Other than that, you're the picture of health. You should get some rest though."

Shepard snorted. "Your scans told you I'm sleepy ?"

Chakwas smiled. "No, your eyes told me that. I imagine Cerberus has had you running around shooting things, against my medical recommendations?"

Shepard shrugged. "It's what they need me for," she said, failing to keep the bitterness out of her voice.

"No, they need you to lead , Commander," Chakwas insisted, and switched off her omni-tool with a sigh. "Would it help if I ordered you to go to bed?"

Shepard grinned. "You're a civilian doctor now, remember? I can ignore your advice all I like."

It was a front, and Chakwas knew it. Shepard needed to present a front for all the spyware and prying eyes on the other side of the glass: Commander Shepard, icon of humanity, indomitable, unkillable, steadfast in the face of any obstacle. Nobody could see how much her left leg hurt her, or the shooting pain that came from turning her head to the left, or the thrumming ache that had been pulsing behind her eye since she woke up on Lazarus Station.

"As a favour, then?" Chakwas offered, and Shepard nodded. She could accept that.

"If you insist," she said, and tried not to sound too grateful. She was more exhausted than she had ever been in her life.

"I'll have EDI wake you when we reach Omega," Chakwas said, and Shepard thanked her on her way out.

There was a camera in the elevator, and it made Shepard wonder if Lawson had bugged her quarters too. Cerberus wasn't big on privacy, so it wouldn't surprise her, but she hoped she'd at least get to sleep alone. There had to be somewhere she could let the mask drop.

A discreet omni-tool scan as she entered the obnoxiously large living space revealed spy devices embedded in the clock, wardrobe interface, and the water monitor of the ridiculous fish tank. According to the scan, they were only recording sound, but she didn't trust a commercial VI to be accurate with military tech so she kept up her facade all the way to the ensuite bathroom. Thankfully, the scan was silent there. There could be bugs functioning outside of the detection range, but she no longer cared.

Her limbs had never felt so heavy. She had been unconscious or worse for two years, but it felt more like she'd spent that time on a treadmill with a Widow sniper rifle strapped to her back. Her leg was in agony, but even that was dulled by the base need to collapse and sleep . There was something she had to do first though. Now that she'd allowed herself to feel the pain, limping to the sink was slow, and every step sent a sharp stab that jolted up from her knee to the base of her spine. Shepard let it slow her down for once.

The face that looked back at her in the mirror was her own, but not quite. She'd only seen herself in windows and brushed metal walls, but this confirmed what she already expected. Stitching her body back together had left her scarred, but she could handle that: it was a small price to pay to cheat death, after all. Her old scars, though, the scars that she bore with a soldier's pride - they were all gone, wiped away by a facial reconstruction that was either based on an out of date image or, worse, corrected flaws. Shepard's fingers played slowly over the unnaturally clean skin where they used to be and felt tears come to her eyes.

Her leg gave way. It had been threatening to go since Freedom's Progress, and she was relieved it had at least happened in private. Shepard stumbled backwards until her back was against the wall behind her and slid down, stretching her injured leg out in front of her. Her head lolled back into the corner and Commander Shepard cried. Her chest heaved and her breath came in sharp gasps - each one hurt as the implants holding her ribcage together complained. She was a half-broken half-machine with one purpose that she didn't feel like she could fulfill. All she wanted to do was sleep for a hundred hours. According to the clock in the other room, she had three.

Eventually, the tears dried up. She seriously considered staying where she was and sleeping on the bathroom floor, but for the sake of both the monitoring devices and her aching body she knew she had to get to bed. Getting back to her feet was hard and painful work, but she managed it. Shepard wiped her eyes, forced her back to straighten, and ignored how much walking confidently out of the bathroom hurt. It wasn't far to the bed, and her vision was already narrowing until all she could see was the crisp white covers and an impossibly fluffy pillow. At least comfort was something Cerberus valued more than the Alliance.

Shepard barely made it. She had to crawl onto the bed rather than walk all the way to the side, but that was natural enough - and crawling didn't hurt her leg nearly as much. As soon as her head met the pillow she felt the tension evaporate from her limbs and she let out a soft mumble as an impossible weight lifted from her shoulders. Now all she had to do was manage three hours without sleep-talking about how much it hurt.

Shepard's eyes drifted closed.

"Commander Shepard?" the soft, flat voice of the ship's AI said. Shepard opened her eyes again.

"EDI?" she said.

"We are arriving at Omega."

Shepard's heart sank into the shoes she was still wearing. The clock told her those precious three hours had been and gone, and she felt exactly the same.

Sitting up took more effort than fighting Saren.

"Thank you, EDI," she said. Her voice sounded clear and relaxed. She took a moment to silent curse the galaxy in general, and then got out of bed.

#fanfic #writing #mass effect #commander shepard #whumpuary2024 #whumpuaryno6 #exhaustion #scars #injury talk #doctor chakwas

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newgenog · 1 year ago

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REVENGE

Notes: This is NOT part one of chapter seven. As a reminder, we've switched to weekly teasers for each chapter.

If you're just stumbling across this, and haven't already done so, please stop and start by reading chapter one.

This #Batwoman AU is based on the ABC tv series #Revenge. Ryan Wilder had just about everything taken from her when we met her, and she was doing her best to get it back. In this version of the story, that means taking some people down along the way. And, she's definitely no hero.

Hopefully you're recovered from chapter 6, and ready for our season finale. I'll try to hold you over with out of sequence and context teasers while I wrap this up. See you next Friday for teaser 2 for chapter 7.

CHAPTER SEVEN SNEAK PEEK

TUESDAY, JULY 10TH, 8:00 PM, THE HOLD UP

Ryan made it through her second day back to work after the holiday that became a regressive spiral into feelings she thought she’d buried, after Angelique put a Crow in a coma, after Luke was attacked by another Crow and hospitalized, and of course after Sophie found out who she was and Ryan crushed her when she admitted she never intended to tell her the truth. In reality, going to work was probably Ryan’s best option, because being left to her own devices at a time like this could result in literal bombs being placed and set everywhere her enemies frequented. But that kind of quick ending wouldn’t be nearly as satisfying as ensuring the plan she’d spent years devising came to fruition, nor would it be fitting enough justice for them. They didn’t deserve quick endings. They needed to experience complete loss and total destruction. They needed to see her thriving in spite of everything they took from her. The only way that would happen was if she got her house in order.

Fortunately, Sophie did still help, as she'd promised, and at least a couple of Ryan’s obstacles were now less threatening. She hadn’t spoken to Angelique in almost two days, and figured she too was barely keeping it together, wondering when the next Crow would jump out and try to take her down. So, Ryan goes to The Hold Up to give Angelique the news that Sophie had shared with her earlier that morning. She can’t deny that knowing with confidence Sophie won’t be there, because she’s currently on her shift with Luke, has influenced her timing.

She walks up to the bar and a very worried Jordan greets her.

Jordan: “Hey, Robyn…how are you holding up?”

Ryan: “I’ve definitely been a lot better than this, but I’ve also been worse. So…”

Jordan: “I hear that. Well, have you eaten anything?”

Ryan: “A little…earlier…haven’t been super hungry.”

Jordan: “Not surprising, considering. Why don’t I at least put some of your favorite fries in front of you, and we can see what happens?”

Ryan: “Look at you, taking care of me…”

Jordan: “I might be concerned about Luke, but you were there…I can’t even imagine what that was like. And, I’m going to guess you’re not leaning on my sister right now… So, yeah, anything I can do.”

Ryan: “That obvious, huh?”

Jordan: “Oh yeah…but I’m not worried about you two.”

Jordan winks at Ryan, and she smiles back gingerly, appreciating the hope.

Ryan: “Are you here alone?”

Jordan: “My mom’s in the kitchen, even though she should probably be heading home soon. But, it’s our TikTok queen’s night off, and with Soph so occupied right now…I mean, it’s hella dead in here, anyway. So it's not like she’s working hard.”

Ryan: “Wait, who’s your TikTok queen?”

Jordan: “Oh, you didn’t see…?”

Ryan: “I’m not really on socials like that…”

Jordan grabs her phone, taps it a few times, and then slides it over.

Jordan: “I’m going to go put your order in. Enjoy the show!”

As Jordan walks away, Ryan watches Angelique and another woman feed each other shots, what looks like for the third time based on the empty glasses nearby them. Then she tongues the girl down. As she pulls away, she snatches a panda hat off of her lipstick lover's head, placing it atop her own, and dances away to loud hip-hop music playing throughout the bar. The clip, taken on a customer's phone, has over fifty thousand likes, which is a lot for Gotham. The Hold Up is tagged as the location.

Ryan puts the phone down on the bar, completely furious. What about that was laying low or sticking to her routine?

Ryan: “Hey, Jordan! Can I get those fries to go? Think I’m just going to head to bed early.”

Ryan's night is actually about to get a lot longer.

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To be continued…

We finish season one and chapter seven in August. Let's do this!

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pechaberriesandsoju · 3 months ago

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Okay, so since a couple of yall are interested in this, I'll go ahead and say a few things. I'll put it under a read more though caus ei might ramble.

First things first, for those who don't know, I'm an ex catholic. I was born and raised in a Mexican Roman Catholic household in the middle of Texas. So you can imagine the amount of religion I had in my life growing up. I stopped being religious sometime before I graduated high school because I went to a private school that was connected to a church. And I mean heavily connected. The church was right upstairs. We had Bible classes first thing in the morning, Thursdays were our fridays, but instead of Bible class, we had like a meeting/seminar type thing where they put us through praise and worship and then sat us down in a dark room playing videos on Christianity and how the end of times were coming and you better have your act together for the rapture type shit. Didn't help that it was grades pre k to 12th. Anyways, this was also one of those schools where the main teacher/principal was gradually turning it into a cult for Jesus. How do I know? Because the rules for the end of the school trips got more intense and crazy and she insisted that only Christianity the church's way was proper. She'd get pissed at me for bringing up anything Catholic or that she deemed "evil." A 3rd grade kid brought a pet snake to school before he was picked up early? That snake is the devil and should never be brought near people or be a pet. The two Mexican students in your class are talking about how they're going to celebrate and honor the memories of their passed on loved ones for the Day of The Dead? Time to lecture them about how it's evil and the equivalent of using an ouija board for an entire class period instead of teaching them math. A student is wearing something that was cleared before the school year started and that even you had complimented yourself until a video about how anything about the supernatural or isn't related to God like Star Wars or Ghostbusters is evil? It is time to accuse that student of taking advantage of the other main teacher's wellbeing to trick her into saying yes with zero proof and when the student had a few witnesses and accuse the student of trying to brew chaos into the school.

It's the last two that happened to me personally and had caused a lot of shit before I reached 12th grade. Mom wanted me to switch schools, but I was already so far in that I just graduated out of spite. Especially because I was one of the incognito gays at the school that actually had the gall to sit there and stare her back down when she tried to sniff people out for trying to get into relationships at school. (First off, ew, Secondly, I was dating my ex online at the time lmao.)

I stopped being religious because of how I've seen how the people around me treated others who were a different religion or religious background. But also because I was getting sick and tired of the fear mongering about the end times. Especially because coming out of 2012, I had gotten intense end of the world fear cause of that December 2012 "world is gonna end" shit that happened while I was at my first middle school. So you can imagine how all of that would wear me down over time sitting in that school listening to them tell little kids and students "oh be good and follow the Lord cause the world is gonna end but also you need to do your work and focus on your future too!"

It made zero sense to me after a while, and I just was like "why should i believe any of you if you keep telling us our future plans won't matter cause God is coming for us but we still need to plan for future education?" It made zero sense.

Plus with how I was figuring out my identity at the time, and I had to deal with a lot of "you don't need medication" for a lot of health issues, including my own mental illnesses. It just made me stop being religious.

I kinda think maybe there's something out there cause humans are complex but at the same time?? It's just complicated because it just leaves a sour taste in my mouth and reminds me of the trauma I've gained.

Anyways that's some Peach/Zilla lore for you and is totally not why I give a few of my inserts religious trauma as well.

#peach speaks #zilla speaks #peach rambles #zilla rambles #peach irl lore #religious talk #ask to tag #i really fucking rambled with this #sorry lmao

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wingedclouds · 8 months ago

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FF 7 Rebirth Theory

Major spoilers for the end of Rebirth, if you haven't played that far yet and want to avoid spoilers, don't read this.

I'd also like to ask people who reblog this to keep the tags spoiler free so no one gets accidentally spoiled.

This is just how I see things, it doesn't mean I think it's a fact, please take it with a grain of salt.

Before I can start the actual theory I need to lay the groundwork so bear with me for a little while.

"When the boundaries of fate are breached, new worlds are born."

That's what Sephiroth tells Cloud when they're viewing events from Remake as well as other worlds in Rebirth.

The boundaries of fate are everything related to how the OG timeline would play out. Aerith dies, Sephiroth gets the Black Materia and summons Meteor. You know the gist.

I strongly believe that Sephiroth came from the Post Advent Children timeline and that Aerith got memories from her future self bestowed upon her once future Aerith noticed that Sephiroth was up to something.

They're both already breaching the boundaries simply by existing like this and doing everything they can in getting the other to stop whatever they're doing.

We know the Whispers have been taking memories from Aerith whenever she touched them. I would wager the guess that they started with future events in order to keep fate in place.

We also know that Sephiroth wants to defy fate, preferably with Cloud at his side.

Sephiroth goes on to explain to Cloud that when worlds die, they return to the planet.

He clearly seems to have an interest in the Lifestream and I assume that is not because he wants to ride around the cosmos.

Sephiroth had the real Black Materia in his hands several times and probably still has it in his possession. [I have another theory lined up about the ending scene too that touches up on this]

Yet he didn't cast Meteor, which is something the OG Sephiroth would have done. So he clearly has a different plan in store this time around.

Now onto the real theory: Aerith's death scene has three outcomes.

When Cloud aims to prevent Sephiroth from stabbing Aerith as he comes down from above, a spark of light with rainbows can be seen. As we already know, this rainbow light thing indicates that something has happened in regards to fate.

Cloud has effectively created a new world where Aerith doesn't die. At least not in the way we would think she'd die.

Sephiroth knew this would happen because the man had been putting that inside Cloud's head since the end of Remake. Most likely because he actually wanted this to happen because it meant one more world that would eventually return to the planet.

The next scene is blood suddenly pooling on the ground and when Sephiroth pulls Masamune out of Aerith, you can once again see the rainbow light in the background.

So this makes outcome number two as well as another world for Sephiroth.

While this scene was confusing at first, what we see in the end is the back and forth switching between the two worlds.

Now comes the third outcome that might be a bit far fetched, especially because the rainbow light never left the scene.

Sephiroth kills Cloud and Aerith.

The only reason I can imagine him doing this is because it adds another world to the Lifestream.

After Sephiroth kills them the static sound can be heard and while I usually view that as an indicator that Cloud is hallucinating or remembering things wrong, I don't think it's the case in this scene.

Especially because the sound continues while it switches between the two worlds so I do think it's possible that Sephiroth did that for the sake of creating another world.

Because Aerith is dead so it adheres to the OG timeline. But Cloud isn't meant to die there, we don't know when and how Cloud dies but it certainly isn't while holding Aerith's dead body in his arms.

So it would once again breach the boundaries of fate and since Sephiroth knows this I honestly wouldn't put it past him to do it.

The only question I'm asking myself is: Why does Sephiroth do this?

I'm not even questioning why he tells Cloud that. It's just a little bit of bait dangling over Cloud's head. A vain hope that there is a way to save Aerith and that events can indeed be altered.

Which obviously plays right into Sephiroth's hands because he wants this to happen. He really is sneaky with his manipulation.

As for why Sephiroth is doing that world creating stuff? I have multiple theories but none are really fleshed out because I honestly feel like we don't know his motives.

He could be trying to not die again at Cloud's hands like he does in the OG. Or he wants to make the Lifestream strong again so when it erupts to stop Meteor, there's more that he can poison. Maybe he's feeling a bit funny and wants to mess around to see what happens.

I don't really see a motive behind his actions yet other that he probably wants things to play out differently.

#final fantasy vii rebirth spoilers #ff7 rebirth spoilers #rebirth spoilers

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therealnightcity · 2 years ago

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Character Study--Ares

Layer 1: The Outside

-Name: Ares Tanner

-Eye Color: Deep brown, 'ganic eyes

-Hair Style/Color: Ares has wavy black hair. She usually keeps it up in a bandana and out of her face while she's working.

-Height: 6'3, 191cm

-Clothing Style: Ares' style leans towards the practical--anything she can get dirty and not worry about it too much. She likes pieces that are well made, and meant to last, sturdy jeans, leather jackets, and hard-wearing nomad tops, and work boots. When she's working she keeps her hair tied up with a bandana and out of her face, and has a pair of goggles hanging around her neck. She keeps buying pairs and losing them, so there's at least 6 different pairs scattered throughout her house. Her preferred colors are earth tones, with flannels mixed in, and comfy, fitted tanktops. She's not afraid to show off her tattoos. They cover her arms and most of her chest, and she likes being able to see them. Most of her clothing is a little worn, a little dusty but she tries to clean up before she goes into the city, even if it's only switching out her jacket for one that doesn't have splotches of oil on it.

-Best Physical Feature: She used to be insecure about it, but over time she's come to love her nose and freckles. It's not the smallest but it has character and she thinks its interesting, and can't imagine herself looking differently. The freckles are little reminders of how much time she spends in the sun, hiking, and exploring and driving--doing the things she enjoys.

Layer 02: The Inside

-Fears: Being alone--it's just her and her dogs and her mechs in the Badlands, and most of the people in her life are temporary presence, and there's the desire to get attached, but the expectation that they'll leave too. It's something she's usually good at ignoring but there's occasionally the fear that she'll never meet anyone, and it'll always just be her.

-Guilty Pleasures: Sleeping in late, campfire coffee (she doesn't like the fancy stuff), and really good melons (she blames Dakota, and her stash of real fruit for that one). She also loves watching the street races in the city--being surrounded by all the cars and people is additctive to her.

-Biggest Pet-peeves: People who try to stiff her out of payment for their cars--happens more than she'd like to admit, especially with a handful of her more unruly clients. It's one of the few ways to genuinely get her mad, and just the absolute disregard that a lot of the people in Night City have for the Nomads--wrinkled noses and passing to the other side of the street. She knows that it's partially a lack of knowing/unfamiliarity, but it doesn't mean it doesn't sting. Or that she's treated differently when she's dressed like someone from the city, as opposed to someone from the Badlands.

-Ambitions for the Future: Ares would like to keep running a garage, but move closer to the border of Night City, and somewhere it's easier to acquire new parts for her job. It's inconvenient to have to keep making trips and they eat through gas like crazy. She wouldn't want to cut ties to the Badlands completely but I can see her settling in the city, or at least nearby if there's enough incentive, and more clients. and she wouldn't be opposed to finding someone to share it with.

Layer 03: Thoughts

-First thought waking up: Five more minutes pleaseeee--and then 10, and then 15, and so on. Her dogs usually get her out of bed, and then her first thoughts are getting them fed and watered and walked before taking care of her/figuring out her plans for the day

-What they think about most: Ares' mind bounces from topic to topic, but she's usually thinking about her cars/work--the hobby and her job tend to blend together, and her work-life balance is dubious at best. And then her dogs--they're basically her children, and you can usually see them hanging around the garage while she works/supervising. She's always planning her next foray into the city, and what places she's going to hit up, or where she's going to hike next--her mind is rarely still.

-What they think about right before bed: Not much, Ares stays up until she's exhausted, and sleeps hard. She has time for couple errant thoughts, usually involving the day she's had or going over earlier conversations before she's asleep.

-What they think their good quality is: Ares is warm, and very engaging. She loves to listen to others talk, and give them a place where they can feel safe doing so, and feel heard. She cares a lot, and this can lead to her wearing her heart on her sleeve a little but it's also a strength of hers too.

Layer 04: Either Or

-Single or group dates: Ares likes either, it depends on whether the mood is more intimate/focused or more adventurous, and the other parties personal preferences. She's always down for exploring the Badlands or Night City, so she'd seldom turn down the opportunity. If it's just her and another person, she prefers to go somewhere more quiet so they can hear each other better, and get the opportunity to know each other more.

-To be loved or respected: Ares would much rather be loved. She knows that's always going to be people that don't respect her, and instead of looking for it in people that she knows she's never going to get it from, she choses to prioritize relationships where it's mutual. She's not someone who wants to have a deal of authority, or be respected in that regard--she'd rather be left to her own devices, than have people she has to manage.

-Beauty or Brains: Ares is fascinated by a good conversation or one that can make her think. It's not to say that she doesn't notice beauty, but it's not the most important thing to her, and her definitions of beautiful have always been a bit skewed anyway, more drawn to gleaming chrome, and danger than what's traditional. And she sees the beauty in being able to understand someone--see how their mind works, hear them reason things out and how the world looks through their eyes.

-Dogs or Cats: Ares is definitely a dog person--she loves how affectionate they are, and loyal, and they're easier for her to travel with than cats. She doesn't have anything against the latter, but prefers dogs. She has two, a pit bull (Luna), and a chihuahua (Jiji).

Layer 05: Do They…

-Lie?: Occasionally--she tries not to, and it's not as if it makes much different because she's not very good at it. She'll tell little white lies to save someone's feelings, or not be rude, but she's not good at coming up with one on the spot, and would rather just be honest. If there's something she doesn't want to talk about, she'll usually talk around it or try to redirect the conversation than outright lie.

-Believe in themselves?: Sometimes. Ares is confident in her physical skills/mostly confident in her appearance, but when in an unfamiliar environment, she's much less confident, and more hesitant. There's a bit of insecurity in who she is as a person, and perceived lack of adequacy--she knows she's not organized, or the most together, and sometimes things slip through the cracks, and it's a source of guilt and worry for her.

-Believe in love?: Yes--she definitely has, Ares loves easily and strongly, and has had her heart broken a couple times. It hasn't swayed her completely, but she tries to keep it more quiet than she had previously, and there's more hesitation

Layer 06: Have They...

-Been on stage?: No, and doesn't have much desire to--Ares doesn't want to be in the spotlight, and would much rather have it focused on someone else.

-Done drugs?: They've never appealed, although this is more from a lack of access than any moral objections to them. They were expensive and hard to obtain, fortunately for her. The Corpo stims and their ability to push productivity would be a little too tempting for her

-Changed who he was to fit in?: She hasn't in the Badlands, but it's something she struggles with more in Night City, and feels awkward and out of place in comparision. The Badlands are what make sense to her, and Night City is so different, with a completely different, unsaid set of rules, that everyone seems to know but her. It's less of an attempt to fit in, and more of one to just avoid trouble, which she seems to have a proclivity for wandering in to

Layer 07: What's their...

-Favorite Color: Earth tones--olive, terra cotta, sage, brick red. She leans towards warmer, more muted colors.

-Favorite Animal: Ares loves dogs, but horses are also another favorite--there's something really fascinating about them to her, even if she'd never own one

-Favorite Book: Ares reads just about anything she can get her hands on--romance, fantasy, fiction or nonfiction, it doesn't really matter to her. Her favorites are romance novels, the trashier the better, and they're definitely a guilty pleasure of hers. She loves poetry too--especially ones about the natural world. Kerouac's particularly resonante with her, and she has a couple verses that she's penned out scattered around her house.

"As I was hiking down the mountain with my pack I turned and knelt on the trail and said 'Thank you, shack.' Then I added 'Blah,' with a little grin, because I knew that shack and that mountain would understand what that meant, and turned and went on down the trail back to this world."

-Favorite Game: Ares likes activities over games, especially because most games necessitate memorizing more rules than she wants to--she'd rather go for a hike or practice her guitar, or read, over playing a board game. She won't say no to an occasional game of cards though, to pass time if someone else offers.

-Day their next birthday will be: March 21st

-How old they will be: 28 (she's the only one out of the three siblings that knows her birthday)

Layer 08: I…

-I Love: Learning, whether it's about people or machines, and figuring out how they work

-I Feel: Curious--my life feels like it's heading in a different direction than I'd expected and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing yet

-I Hide: My fears and worries, that I'll just be alone. I should be grateful to have what I have, and the independence but I wish I could share it with someone

-I Miss: My parents, and feeling that belonging. I couldn't keep moving with the Nomads, but I wish I had a place where it felt like I fit

-I Wish: To find a sense of purpose, something new--I need a change, to unlearn old patterns and discover something else, instead of what's comfortable and safe.

#cyberpunk 2077 #virtual photography #cyberpunk ocs #oc: ares tanner #character headcanons #my writing #aaaa this took way longer than it should have--I'd like to do Avi's too eventually <3

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