#nikolas grace

[patchesproblem]

Watching the cast commentary again while I write and I'm crying.

Bonus because what is this I'm crying.

[togetherhearted]

Hi! I was wondering if I could request Nikola, Buddha, Raiden and Qin (if that's too much you can take Raiden out) with a fem reader (s/o) that's a sleepy god? reader is pretty strong, almost stronger than the supreme gods, but she's really calm and likes to nap most of the times, like, with Nikola when he's writing something down or working on something she lays her head on his lap and falls asleep, with Buddha when he's just eating snacks and chilling she just lays on his chest and sleeps, with Qin when he's looking over some work he needs to do as the emperor she just lays at his side and proceeds to take a nap right there, and she just uses Raiden as a huge pillow/bed because of tall this man is (he's like 8ft tall or something)

I admit that I felt bad for Raiden so I broke my rule for 3 characters at max 😅 Our big boy deserves more love ♡

NIKOLA,BUDDHA,QIN AND RAIDEN WITH A SLEEPY GODDESS

Your head was carefully laying on his lap. Nikola sat on the couch just for you;to grant you the sleep you deserve. Your strength was out of the world, but it required you so much energy you could even fall asleep while standing. His voice was barely a whisper as he went on with reading reports about his latest invention. The sweet sound making your sleep come faster.

A, not so, subtle smile graced Buddha's lips as he watched you struggling keeping yourself awake while meditating. A strong deity like you had so much steam to release, or so he thought. In the end, you could just take a simple walk in the gardens; immediately after you were knocked out and sleeping. It was amusing to him. Buddha sucked on his lollipop as you fell on the grass, face flat. His laugh made you jump, but you forgave him when he pulled you on his lap;letting you sleep there.

You had a boring meeting with some other gods. It was quite boring, leaving you a desire to crawl in your bed and sleep. You entered your room. Qin was there, re-ordering scrolls. You gave a quick glance to him. Your body hit the mattress and fell asleep instantly. Qin blinked, then shrugged his shoulders with a little smile.A short nap was tempting for the emperor now.

There was a big difference between you and Raiden. He was eager to blow off some steam with a good fight while you were more on the calm side. Yet he has managed to convince you to playful wrestle with him.  As you were expecting this tire you to the point you soon were asleep. Raiden was laying on the mattress;his eyes closed as one of his muscular arms were wrapped around your back. The sound of your breaths was the only one to break the silence. You slept peacefully on top of him.

[aletterinthenameofsanity]

I would like to thank RTD for making so many people look back at Thirteen's Era and start to go "you know what? Maybe we judged the writing too harshly on this one." Maybe it is a good idea to bring in new writers and more women and people of color behind the scenes and allow them to write and direct things like Demons of the Punjab (top 5 ever Doctor Who episode) and the Haunting of Villa Diodati and Fugitive of the Judoon. Maybe Thirteen WAS camp, because the universe who decided to be a frog and the mud that did witchcraft and the Pting and the plastic that ate birds were unhinged and fun. Maybe we got some GORGEOUS cinematography out of it. Maybe Thirteen's take on gender is more interesting than the 60th anniversary specials. Maybe Yaz DID get an arc in the Flux/standalone specials and people just didn't pay attention. Maybe the Power of the Doctor paid more respect to former eras of Doctor Who than any of the 60th anniversary specials did. Maybe Chibnall acted with far more grace to the RTD Era (Jack) than RTD did to Chibnall (treatment of Yaz and Thirteen). Maybe it was actually cool to see less well-known or underexplored historical figures like Mary Seacole and Ada Lovelace and Nikola Tesla and Noor Inayat Khan end up onscreen. Maybe Thasmin wasn't queerbait, it was an interesting exploration of the doctor/companion romance IN KEEPING with Thirteen's established character with one of its keystone episodes written by a queer woman.

Yes, Chibnall was flawed. I'm never gonna pretend that the Battle of Ranskoor Av Kalos wasn't a piss poor finale that felt like a first draft of themes and idea. I'm not gonna pretend like the multiple companions in the TARDIS ever felt properly balanced or explored. Yes, the moment with the Master and the Nazis was FUCKED UP. The Timeless Child might have deserved more than one episode for the ImplicationsTM to be fleshed out. But EVERY Doctor Who Era has its flaws, ESPECIALLY when it comes to racism, and I'm TIRED pretending as if Chibnall's writing is significantly worse than the other two showrunners.

[drnikolatesla]

The Burden of Genius: Tesla’s Battles with Memory and Perception

Nikola Tesla was a towering genius whose remarkable intellect often intersected with profound psychological challenges. His extraordinary mental abilities created a unique interplay between reality and imagination, which evolved significantly as he aged.

Tesla’s eidetic memory was both a remarkable gift and a source of distress. In his autobiography, he explained that during his youth, his vivid memories often seemed to overlap with his physical vision and reality, creating intense anxiety. For instance, recollections of his brother’s funeral would vividly reappear before his eyes, causing him significant distress. Tesla described these experiences, noting that his sisters frequently had to help him distinguish between reality and the projections from his mind.

Over time, Tesla mastered his memory, using it to perfect his inventions mentally before physically constructing them. This mental rehearsal allowed him to refine his designs thoroughly, ensuring that when built, they were as flawless as he had envisioned. This innovative approach was a cornerstone of his engineering process.

There’s a story about Tesla where his cleaning lady would find him sitting in a chair in the middle of his room, seemingly asleep. In reality, he was deep in thought, mentally exploring complex ideas, solving problems, and even working on his inventions as if he were in his laboratory. So immersed was he in his mental work that he could visualize wear on his apparatuses—all within his mind. Tesla would enter a trance-like state, appearing physically at rest while his mind was intensely focused. He believed these periods of mental immersion were crucial for his creativity and problem-solving. While others might think he was napping, his mind was actively refining his inventions and theories.

However, in his later years, the line between Tesla’s imagination and reality became increasingly blurred. His intense focus and stress began to distort his sense of what was real. In a deeply personal 1934 letter, Tesla recounted a profound and emotional experience involving his mother. He described his experience as being in New York in the early 1890s, and as he said, “I experienced an exquisitely painful longing for something undefinable” and was driven by a desire to see his mother, which was intensified by his inability to clearly recall her features. After rushing to her bedside, he saw her alive one last time. He then went to another building to rest and thought that if she died, he would feel a disturbance in the ether letting him know so. Sure enough, he had a vivid vision of her and was later given the news that she had passed. Out of nowhere, he realized with shock that he was back in New York and his mother had died years earlier. Tesla reflected, “My sufferings had been real though the events were but imaginary reflections of previous occurrences,” attributing the experience to a temporary “numbing” of his brain’s faculties from intense concentration. This incident highlights how deep focus can distort one’s grasp of reality.

By this time, Tesla was in his late 70s, and his mental state showed signs of decline. In John O'Neill’s biography, there is a poignant story about how Tesla believed Mark Twain was still alive and even wanted to send him money, only to be informed by his assistant that Twain had been deceased for 25 years. Tesla was adamant that he had met Twain just the night before. This anecdote underscores the growing blur between reality and imagination in Tesla's later years. Despite this, interviewers still described him as possessing grace and articulating his thoughts with both wit and intelligence.

His confusion over Mark Twain’s death and his intense, often troubling experiences reflect the toll that age and stress had taken on his mind. Tesla’s story reveals a man who grappled with the boundaries of his remarkable intellect and the increasingly blurred line between imagination and reality.

Tesla’s experiences remind us that even the greatest minds are not immune to the complexities of the human psyche. His life offers valuable insights into the delicate balance between genius and mental health, illustrating how the same qualities that fueled his innovation also led to profound personal challenges.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

sailor moon reader in Record of Ragnarok

-You were a unique being in Valhalla, as you were a reincarnated princess, from the Moon Kingdom, who lived on earth as a normal girl, then became a guardian against those who would do others harm alongside your friends and fellow guardians, the Sailor Scouts.

-Hearing of the legendary Moon Princess, many were stunned to see how young you looked, as you appeared as you were in your prime, when you were the guardian of the moon, Sailor Moon.

-You were a proud warrior, one who would always give it your all to help your friends and others and protect everyone from the forces of the Nega-Moon, and tales of your battles, where the world had nearly been destroyed, numerous times, nearly giving your life to do your best.

-However, despite the tales of your past, many were also stunned to see that you were just like a young girl, as you would cry loudly, sometimes which would be a supersonic attack, and you were so klutzy, tripping over thin air at least once a day.

-Your tales of being a princess were true, but not until further along in your life- so hopefully your gracefulness would come around in the hopefully not so distant future.

-You befriended many of the other warriors, humans and gods, who found you to be charming, but also amusing, with your slight childish tendencies.

-Nikola was one you had a rough time with, as he was trying to figure out the technology behind your transformations and attacks, as he had never seen anything like them before.

-You had tried multiple times, even enlisting the help of Beelzebub and Odin, to try to explain magic to Nikola, but he wouldn’t believe it, thinking there was some sort of technology behind it and he was going to figure it out!

-You ended up given up, pouting lightly while eating sweets with Goll and Brunnhilde, something they thought was amusing, Brunnhilde patting you on the head sympathetically, “There’s no changing the mind of others who don’t want to change.”

-You huffed softly, giving her a small pout, but agreed with her as Goll gave you another éclair.

-This new world you found yourself in was unique and sometimes weird, but the new friends you made while here, made it all worthwhile. You only had to do your best as well to work hard alongside them.

[sophiehhr]

My Victory

warnings: Little bit jealous Jason. Language!! Guys I'm not native speaker. I'm so sorry if you'll see some mistakes.

content: Jason Grace x Nike!reader

word count: 1,7k

The girl was sitting by the fire, listening to the children of Apollo singing songs with several children of Aphrodite and Hermes. A guy from Ares' cabin, Nikolas, tried to talk to her. Ares's children were usually very persistent and annoying, but the boy seemed to really want to talk to his daughter Nike.

Y/n knew Nikolas through Clarisse, one of his sisters, who introduced them (as she later found out, the boy had asked La Rue to do so), he was tall, strong with very short dark hair and crazy eyes. Not Y/n's type at all.

"Would you like to-"

Before he could finish, Jason Grace sat down next to daughter Nike, exhaling, clearing his throat, and like always looking serious.

"Nikolas, Y/n," Jupiter's son greeted, "Is Ares' cabin ready for the capture of the flag?"

Jason asked innocently, moving closer to Y/n. She heard a hint of mockery in his voice, because the Red team, which included Ares' house, hadn't captured the flag for a long time.

It seemed that for a moment Ares's son's eyes showed his characteristic fierce fire and he said through his teeth

"Of course, Grace. Our strategy will lead us to victory."

Nikolas was the strategist of the Red team, but he was no match for the Blue team's strategist – Annabeth Chase.

"Didn't you say that last time? But how quickly did we capture him that time?" the guy turned to her "Don't you remember Y/n?"

His false sweet tone and lips curling into a sneer seemed to infuriate Nikolas.

"Twenty-five minutes. You had a bad defense."

Y/n knew what she was talking about, because she had captured their flag herself that time. They put three people on the defense, but they didn't seem to care much, they were talking more than watching. But they didn't expect their daughter Nike to get through the defense so quickly.

"If the Connor brothers hadn't distracted the guards with their stupid tricks, Y/n wouldn't have been able to get through them."

"But she did. I think Ares' cabin should rethink its strategy. Don't you think?" Jason said not so sweetly.

Y/n was sitting between two guys who would love to bite each other's necks. But Nikolas stood up without even saying goodbye and went to the cabin №5.

"What the fuck was that, Jace? Want to turn Ares' cabin against you?"

Jason didn't even try to hide his satisfied smile and looked at the singing Apollo children.

"I just reminded them to double-check the strategy. I don't see anything wrong with it."

Y/n felt his arm wrap around her waist and pull her closer to him and stroke and touch her thigh. She smiled

"Besides, he shouldn't talking to my girlfriend."

"Oh, jealous?"

"Yes, I'm jealous."

Y/n hoped the firelight would hide her intense blush.

"And I love it."

She laughed as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Why are you only wearing a t-shirt?" he took her two hands with one hand.

It was indeed late spring, but still cold, and she was sitting in pants and a short-sleeved camp T-shirt without a top.

"I forgot my sweater."

He like perfect Roman gentleman quickly stood up and took off his sweater, and threw it over her shoulders.

"Stop sitting here, let's go to my cabin"

"Will you keep me warm?"

"Ofc I'll my Victory."

She had a happy smile on her face.

Gods she loved Jupiter's son so madly.

[justcressida]

Hello! I love your work, may i ask for a Navier Trovi/Cayena Hill x Record of Ragnarok. Thank you so much.

ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- DEAR PRİNCESS

"That girl is the Emperor's sister. No matter how beautiful she is, beauty cannot be a true power."

Record Of Ragnarok X Cayena Hill! Reader

Beelzebub

Beelzebub was always cold and gloomy, with a heart made of a wall of stone.

You came across him while isolating himself from everyone, aware of his curse, while deep inside he was mourning his past.

No, it wasn't your beauty that impressed him. You... you looked like Lilith.

The same audacity, the same look. How could you, a weak person, look so much like Lilith?

The way you treat him makes him feel like crying. Partly like your domesticated, loyal dog.

He tries to deny it, but he likes the ways you don't resemble Lilith. You are spiteful, you have a strong will to live.You didn't want to be a puppet, you wanted to be the ruler, not the ruled, and you were.

Beelzebub knows you're using him, he's still a God after all, his Godly intelligence can't be underestimated, but sometimes he can't read you. You are so... Divine. At least Beelzebub thinks so.

Your desire for life next to his desire for death. You shattered all the walls he built around his heart in one go and he couldn't even stop it.

He is so helplessly afraid. One day, he may rip out your heart without even realizing it.

Please don't leave him. His sun, his moon, his love, his soul, his heart... Everything belongs to you.

Nikola Tesla

Nikola is a man deeply devoted to his work, it can be said that most of the time his eyes see nothing but science.

But every once in a while, after the protests of those around him or a failed invention, he has the grace to go out and realize the beauties he was unaware of until now.

You were just passing by him and he looked at you exactly like this ^°^

Actually, he thought you were a Goddess, but you didn't hear it from me, okay?

He is always enterprising in the things he is interested in, and you have risen to the top among the topics he is interested in.

The first thing he does to meet you is awkwardly follow you because he doesn't know exactly how to approach a woman like you...

He gave up asking Marie for advice because she was laughing when she told Nikola he had no chance.

Okay, maybe Marie was partially right because you were more beautiful than 97.5% of the beauty standards of Goddesses and human women.

Still, it is unknown why, you were the first person to talk to Nikola, you asked him his name (He grins whenever he thinks about it during sleepless nights, and it's been 6 months since then)

He's definitely a weird lover. In the end, you will either find him cute and take care of him, or you will run away from him to death. His puppy dog eyes are so cute though-

You weren't just beautiful either! You were strong, you were good at intrigue, you were smart, you could get what you wanted. You were exactly the type of woman he was interested in.

Maybe one day you'll love it too. Because according to Nikola's calculation, it's not that impossible.

[kendsleyauthor]

I really like your new ocs- 5 for Godlike?

RELUCTANT GIANT

Godlike Universe (Brielle, Cameron, Nikolas)

~1200 words

G/t dialogue prompt list

Thank you for the prompt!! This is a continuation of DEITY OF IDIOTS 🍂

Brielle struggles to calm down a newly-giant Cameron. Their predicament escalates when Nikolas crosses their path.

@marydublinauthor 🌸

Brielle tried to give Cameron some grace and not compare his handling skills to those of Nikolas. After all, Nikolas had hundreds—if not thousands—of years to be accustomed to his towering height. Cameron had less than ten minutes of experience being a giant, and the fact that he hadn’t dropped her was success enough.

How can this not be a dream? she wondered.

Whenever she peeked up, she fully expected to find that she was actually in Nikolas’ hands, and that she had dozed off on his palm with Cameron by her side. But alas, it was Cameron’s face that hung overhead each time she looked. Not that she particularly minded the view.

“Are you in pain at all?” she asked, noticing that the pinch in his brow hadn’t eased. “From the transformation?”

“Not at all.” And she believed him. The anxiety of the situation was more than enough to keep a frown in place.

“I’m sure it’ll be alright,” she said, though her own thudding heart hadn’t relaxed. 

“What if this is permanent? What’ll I do, Bri? I don’t…”

His steps in the direction of the Autumn Manor slowed to a stop, which was a relief seeing as his hurried pace made her stomach churn. He lifted her a bit higher, his impossibly large gaze rife with worry. His rapid pulse pounded against her legs, and she wanted nothing more than to draw him close and comfort him.

There was no time to coax him into bringing her closer.

Nikolas’ stunned voice came somewhere from behind them. “Who—”

Cameron turned abruptly to the side, making Brielle squeal in terror as she was tossed onto her side in his palm, half-falling. As she kicked her legs to heave herself back to safety, Nikolas’ eyes landed on her—presumably not getting a good look at Cameron, given his reaction. She spotted the precise moment that a fire entered Nikolas’ gaze.

“Bri!” Nikolas lunged toward them with horrific speed, and the world became dark and cramped before Brielle could see him close the distance.

A pained cry flew past her lips as the confines of Cameron’s grasp tightened—any further, and he would surely break something. Raised voices rumbled outside of her prison, but she couldn’t focus on the words as she struggled to move, struggled to breathe. She could so much as open her mouth or thrash a single limb to get Cameron’s attention.

Nikolas’ voice became clearer. “—hurting her!”

Relief flooded through her when Cameron’s fingers sprang open. She gasped for breath in his palm. The light seemed harsh compared to the darkness of his hands, but as her vision adjusted, she was greeted by two massive faces staring down at her in alarm. Camer looked beside himself.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he breathed. “I-I was startled, and I was trying to…” He lifted her higher, staring hard in search of injury. “I’m sorry.”

“I’m not hurt,” she assured, though she doubted her breathless voice was convincing. She suspected she’d awaken with soreness tomorrow morning, but she certainly wasn’t going to inform him of that. She frowned at Nikolas, smoothing her skirt. “Well, it’s enlightening to see that your penchant for slightly overreacting hasn’t abandoned us.”

Nikolas looked thoroughly offended. “You were in distress in the hands of a person I had never seen before. I reacted appropriately, thank you very much.” His eyes slid up from her to regard Cameron, a little smirk lifting the corner of his mouth. “You ate the fruit. Are mortals ever not predictable.”

Cameron’s fingers twitched closer to Brielle in frustration. “You knew there were such things out there? And you didn’t think to warn us—”

“Cam!” Brielle pushed at his index fingertip. “You’re shaking again.”

Remorse swiftly replaced Cameron’s annoyance. “I’m sorry. I’ll try—”

“Here, I’ll take her.” Nikolas raised a hand and offered it beside Cameron’s.

She worried for a second that Cameron might flinch at the approach or try to hide her again, but clearly he was willing to say goodbye to the stress of holding her life in his hands. Nonetheless, the conflict on his face was plain to see—her knight, handing her off willingly. Her heart melted slightly at the realization of how much he had come to trust Nikolas, exasperated with him as he was at the moment.

Carefully, Brielle moved from one palm to the other. The difference was immediate—the steadiness, the surety. She tried not to make her relief too obvious, lest Cameron see it. Falling to a seat, she willed her heart to stop fluttering as she looked up between the two giant men. 

“The fruit?” she prompted.

“Ah, yes. You see, I didn’t think there were any more left in the forest. They take hundreds of years to grow, and I stopped cultivating them long ago. The fruit is produced from plant life that has absorbed my blood.”

Cameron pulled a face, as though this information added a new flavor to the fruit he’d readily eaten. “How delightful,” he deadpanned.

“I try not to bleed in the forest these days,” Nikolas said with a shrug. “But for the fruit to exist now, it must have occurred centuries ago.”

“And you say you used to cultivate them,” Brielle asked. “Whyever would you do that?”

“A different era,” he said with a dismissive wave of his free hand. “Mortals who gained favor with my siblings or myself would occasionally be gifted such a fruit. We eventually agreed it was far more trouble than it was worth.”

Brielle’s blood ran cold with the thought of what a person would want with the gift of being deity-sized. At least Cameron was a reluctant giant rather than an arrogant or vengeful one—even if he did decide that snatching her up was the wisest course of action upon waking up at this size.

“So, it must be temporary,” Cameron said a little desperately. “A temporary gift?”

“Of course.” Nikolas seemed to latch to Cameron’s tone, stepping closer with intrigue. Brielle found herself having to crane her neck more to keep either of them in view. Nikolas brushed a curious hand against Cameron’s cheek. “By morning, you’ll be back to your adorably petite self.”

Though he scowled, he didn’t push away Nikolas’ touch. “You realize I am taller than you?” They already knew that from all the time Nikolas spent at human height, but Brielle was certain they could all agree that this situation was… different.

Nikolas’ fingers trailed lower to take Cameron’s chin and turn his face this way and that at his leisure. “You can pout all you want,” Nikolas said, his voice dropping lower. “Deep down, part of you must be enjoying this.” With that, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to Cameron’s lips, holding Brielle in perfect view.

The tension in Cameron’s face eased immediately as he kissed Nikolas back. Brielle found her perch wobbling dangerously as Cameron leaned in with more fervor. She clutched Nikolas’ thumb, but didn’t speak a word of protest.

When they stopped and pulled away, faces still a breath from each other, Brielle let out a pent-up shudder of a breath. Both giants turned to her—Nikolas enthralled and Cameron flushing. She stared, slack-jawed and almost lightheaded with giddiness. “Might you do that again?” she all but whispered.

[feroshgirlsims]

Chapter 3.3 - What Not to Wear

VLAD

Cleaning the coop and feeding the chickens has become an unbearable chore since Vlad’s grandmother brought back a rooster from a place he can only assume is hell. It takes forever to get the little asshole subdued so he can collect the eggs, and today, Vlad doesn’t have time to dilly-dally. He needs the early train to Britechester. The lecture doesn’t matter, but collecting payment and securing more clients for the upcoming exam season does. 

“Come on, you little shit, I haven’t got all day,” Vlad growls. 

If a rooster could shoot fire from his eyes, this one would. He pecks at Vlad’s feet, beak breaking through the soft leather of his lace-ups.

“What the fuck?” 

Roosters don’t talk, of course, but they can look self-satisfied, which is exactly what the little asshole does.

“Leave Barnabus be,” his grandmother, Emily, calls out, “Bloodvein will handle it. I have something important for you.”

His cousin hasn’t left his shed in three days, so Vlad can’t imagine him handling anything, but maybe his grandmother knows something he doesn’t. 

He shoots Barnabus one last threatening look. “One day, they will call me to slaughter you, and I’ll do it with a smile.”

Emily is waiting in the kitchen with her cup of coffee. “Your mother said you need something special to wear on your date.”

“I should’ve known she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.”

She shrugs, “Cheer up, sonny-boy. Your mother’s loud mouth is your saving grace. I brought some of Bubba’s old things down for you to try on.”

Vlad goes still. He knows everything will be impeccably tailored and made of the softest fabric. Briefly, he closes his eyes and imagines the feel of a silk-lined jacket. “Why would Bubba agree to this?”

“I didn’t,” his grandfather grunts as he slinks into the kitchen and drops his tacklebox on the table. “But that one,” he points at Emily, “Is a cheat at cards, so now I have to give it all up.”

“I don’t cheat, you crotchety son of a bitch, and you should be glad your grandson is even willing to wear your tired-ass work clothes,” she fixes him with a look, “You don’t need them.”

Vlad doesn’t interrupt. The best way to escalate an argument with a Straud was to get involved, and there was no reason to put the chance to try on Bubba’s suits at risk. As a result, the argument subsides relatively quickly, but there is a gleam in his grandfather’s eye when Emily thrusts the pile of clothes into Vlad’s arms. 

Bubba—real name Nikolas—bathed cities in red from Selvadorada to Komberebi. When governments needed a job done with brutal efficiency, they called Covert Ops. When they needed a job done that only a lack of conscience and a strong stomach could handle, they called Nikolas Straud. He says he doesn’t miss it, and despite a strict policy against falsehoods, it’s a lie the family allows.

“I’ll go change,” Vlad announces, barely resisting the urge to take the stairs two at a time.

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[actualarcanist]

Thematic Analysis of the Storm

In our world, the storm is often associated with white patriarchy and their concept of rational progress. Storm gods like Zeus are often the patriarch of their respective culture, with lightning symbolizing their power of judicial justice: to judge and punish crime before it happens through a set of rigid laws. The storm represents the original trauma of agrarian patriarchs, who had put down roots in farmlands and can lose everything to a single night of bad weather. The patriarchal storm gods represent both the patriarch's fear of the chaotic energy of the storm, but also their desire for its violent power.

With the wide-spread adoption of electricity as "bottled lightning", white patriarchal capitalism believes they have tamed the storm and became gods themselves. We see the same mythologies reinscribed by secular figures like Benjamin Franklin and his lightning-taming kite, Nikola Tesla and his Tesla Coils, and Elon Musk and his electric cars. But have they, really? Capitalist progress had often be likened to a storm itself; consider the following quote from Jewish cultural critic and media theorist Walter Benjamin:

"A Klee painting named ‘Angelus Novus’ shows an angel looking as though he is about to move away from something he is fixedly contemplating. His eyes are staring, his mouth is open, his wings are spread. This is how one pictures the angel of history. His face is turned toward the past. Where we perceive a chain of events, he sees one single catastrophe which keeps piling wreckage upon wreckage and hurls it in front of his feet. The angel would like to stay, awaken the dead, and make whole what has been smashed. But a storm is blowing in from Paradise; it has got caught in his wings with such violence that the angel can no longer close them. This storm irresistibly propels him into the future to which his back is turned, while the pile of debris before him grows skyward. This storm is what we call progress."

The Storm is described as something that reverses progress, even though we know (as of Prisoners of the Cave) that at least one storm had moved time *forward* from the 1910s to the 1960s. Because like the Storm, progress is not actually linear: we've seen there are times and places where humans and arcanists get along better, such as in Charlie's anecdote where class is a much stronger point of conflict; we've also seen there are times and places where the difference between humans and arcanists are not notable distinctions, such as in Pei City where people believe they're not all that different.

In the end, whether the Storm moves time forward, backward, or sideways, it's really just change: somethings come to an end while some other things are reborn. And as with all changes, some like the Foundation would want to control its damage and scope, while others like Manus would capitalize on the chaos and ruin it brings. Both of them believe they can tame the Storm - but will they? Can humans really call themselves the dominant species when they only survive by the grace of an awakened piston? Can arcanists find their promised land in a time when arcanist as a concept may not exist?

[littlest-w01f]

Chapter Five

Series Masterlist

CW: None

The sun was shining brightly in the Spring lands as Evelyn sat contently in her mother's gardens, watching humans work for them while they could just use their magic to keep the flowers blooming.

She sat, smoothing her summer dress as a human stable hand approached her, hand behind his back.

"Hello, Lady Evelyn." The boy, whom Evelyn knew as Nikolas, named after his father like most human 'heirs' were, walked towards her.

She smiled at the boy, "Hi, Nik," Her eyes went to where his arms stayed, "What do you have there?"

"My lady, Alverndóttir," He bowed, and Evelyn smiled at his show, "I found these growing near the stables," Nikolas gave a small chuckle, pulling his hand from behind his back to reveal a small bouquet of wildflowers. "Ah, nothing much really, just these. Found 'em on my way here. Thought they might brighten up your day a bit." He offers the flowers to Evelyn, a hopeful grin on his lips. "You like flowers, right? I got these for you." He had a blush on his cheeks that Evelyn found positively endearing.

"So you killed them for me?" She decided to tease him, taking slight joy in how his eyes went wide with horror as he still held the flowers.

Nikolas stuttered slightly, "N-no, La-lady, that's not-" Nikolas was cut off by a sudden blush that spread across his cheeks, his gaze falling away shyly as Evelyn teased him. He fumbles a little with the bouquet, looking anything but composed.

"Ah… No, miss! I-I mean, I didn't kill them, exactly. They were already growing over there." His voice trails off into an uncertain mumble, struggling to maintain eye contact with Evelyn despite the playful banter between them.

"Relax," Evelyn giggled, "I'm only messing with you." Evelyn's laughter echoes softly through the garden, causing a ripple of warmth to spread through Nikolas' chest. His blush remains stubbornly present, though he attempts to shake off the embarrassment with a sheepish smile.

"Oh… Right. Sorry about that, Lady Evelyn." He takes a moment to compose himself before extending the bouquet towards her once more. "Here you go, then. For… umm… for making you laugh?" Evelyn accepts the flowers, her fingers brushing against Nikolas'. She takes a moment to admire the simple beauty of the wildflowers before looking back up at him, a genuine smile gracing her features. "You always know how to make me smile, Nik. Thank you... They're beautiful." She walked over to him, planting a gentle kiss on his cheek, her heart swelling with affection.

There's a certain sweetness to them, one that seems out of place among the hustle and bustle of the garden. The simple exchange has stirred something within both Evelyn and Nikolas, something unexpected yet not unwanted. His shoulders dropped in relaxation, "Oh, thank gods..." Smiling softly at her, his cheeks tingling with magic where she kissed him.

"Come sit with me," Evelyn patted the ground next to her, shuffling slightly to make space for him.

"I don't think that's appropriate, my lady." Nikolas bowed his head to her, handing her the flowers, marvelling at her powers as she brought those flowers to life and made the stems wrap around her arm, the flowers blooming brightly.

Evelyn’s laughter rings through the garden, echoing off the stone walls and causing butterflies to flutter in their cages. She shakes her head at Nikolas’ protest, finding amusement in his chivalrous nature.

"Oh, come now, Nik. We're just having a chat. It's hardly scandalous." Despite her teasing tone, Nikolas makes no move to sit next to her.

However, seeing the flowers bloom under her touch draws a gasp from Nikolas, a mix of awe and fear colouring his expression. He watches them blossom on command, mesmerized by this display of magic. Neither of them knew just how scandals it was for them to even talk unless it was Evelyn giving him orders, he was bound to follow.

Evelyn smirked gently, "That's on order. Sit next to me."

"Of course, my lady," Nikolas moved to sit next to her, eyes wide as Evelyn made the flowers in her hand grow to his.

Evelyn sighed softly in the large kitchen in the Spring manor, she had been up for hours, helping the staff the best she could, or as much as they would let her as they always ended up ushering her out.

She smiled, feeling her muscles turn under the mask, she should've gotten used to the discomfort her dove mask had given in nearly half a century, but it was always a wave of annoyance waking up.

Her fingers traced along the polished wooden countertops she sat on, reminiscing about the good old days when she wasn't confined behind this cursed mask. She loved to cook, it was one of her favourite pastimes, and the smell of freshly baked bread and the sizzling vegetables filled the room.

The kitchen staff were busy preparing breakfast, their hands moving quickly and efficiently around the various cooking stations. The clinking of pots and pans added to the cheerful morning atmosphere, contrasting starkly against Evelyn's melancholic mood. Her eyes roamed over the vast kitchen, taking in every detail, from the gleaming copper pots hanging from hooks on the wall to the rows of neatly arranged spices that lined the shelves.

With how long she had lived, she should've been used to the luxuries she had grown up with, but she had never gotten used to seeing her family estate as far as the eye could see, especially knowing Amarantha had made things worse for the common folk.

She was bathed and dressed in clothes apart from one of her usual gowns, the skirts of the gown were asymmetrical, a pair of riding pants under them as she made her way to her gardens, with her stomach full early, today she'd go check on Andras, pay her respect while she was on Lucien's border petrol, while Lucien took the place of their fallen friend. She shook away the memories of him before they consumed her, she needed to be stronger than her emotions, Andras knew what he was getting himself into.

Evelyn sighed, looking at a bouquet of wildflowers that she had in a little enchanted pot, but then again, losing people had never been easy on her.

"Someone's up early." Evelyn turned on her heel to find Lucien leaning against a wall, watching her.

Evelyn smiled softly at her friend, "How were the oils?"

"Perfect," Lucien rolled both his eyes to show her the fluid moment of his mechanical eye, a part of her felt him teasing. "Although I was hoping you would help with it."

"Of course you would," Evelyn smiled, the memory of her helping him after he had received that scar seemed so far away but yesterday at the same time.

Lucien chuckled lightly as Evelyn approached him, a playful glint in his russet eye. "Oh? And here I thought you enjoyed my company," Lucien replied with a wink, taking a step closer to her.

His presence was intoxicating, the faint scent of oils, cinnamon, and cedarwood, mixed with the subtle musk of his cologne. It was a heady mix, one that could make any female's heart race just a little faster.

"You know how much your assistance means to me, Evie," Lucien said, stepping closer as she stood in front of him. His tone was gentle, but there was a spark in his gaze like he was always flirting.

"Of course you would," Evelyn smiled, the memory of her helping him after he had received that scar seemed so far away but yesterday at the same time. She moved closer to him, her hand reaching out to touch his arm gently. "And I would be lying if I said I didn't enjoy your absolutely annoying company."

The faint scent of flowers filled the air around them as Evelyn made her way through the halls.

"It should be," Lucien agreed, following her lead. "But I have a surprise for you." He slipped her arm in his, leading her.

As they walked down the hallways, the faint scent of flowers filled the air around them. It was a pleasant aroma that reminded Evelyn of her garden and the peaceful moments they spent tending to it together.

"I do hope it's not another task for me to complete," She teased, shooting him a playful glance over her shoulder. "I already have your work to do." "But then again, I am always game for a good surprise," She added with a smile.

Lucien led Evelyn towards the stables, a place she hadn't visited in quite some time, where a few stablehands were working away. As they entered, she couldn't help but gasp at the sight before her. In the corner of the stable, there was a beautiful new horse, looking newly matured, tacked up with reins, saddleless.

"Oh, Lucien!" Evelyn exclaimed, her eyes wide with wonder and delight. She rushed forward, her hands instinctively reaching out to stroke the soft coat of the animal. "Is this your surprise? Is it a he or a she?" She smiled as the horse neighed happily at her petting.

Lucien watched Evelyn interact with the horse, a soft smile playing on his lips. He enjoyed seeing her like this, free from the burdens of the world, enjoying the simple pleasures life had to offer.

"It's a she," Lucien replied, moving closer to join Evelyn by the horse's side. "I thought since you love spending time in your garden so much, and are going out again after a few years you might also appreciate having a companion who also seeing the lands outside with you."

He reached out to gently pat the mare's neck, his fingers brushing against hers as they touched the animal simultaneously.

"She's so cute..." Evelyn cooed as the mare nuzzled against her.

"She is rather adorable, isn't she?" Lucien agreed, his voice soft and warm. He leaned in closer to Evelyn, their bodies almost touching as they continued to pet the mare. The warmth radiating off of each other was comforting, like coming home after a long journey.

"But I must admit," he continued, turning his attention back to Evelyn, "that I think she'll be even more adorable once she gets used to you." His russet eye twinkled with mischief as he looked into Evelyn's eyes.

"Oh I think she's already used to me." Evelyn smiled as the horse neighed as if saying, "Yes." Evelyn kissed over the mare's head, "What's her name?"

"She doesn't have a name yet," Lucien replied, his gaze never leaving Evelyn's face. "We thought we'd let you decide. After all, you're the one who will be spending most of your time with her."

"'We'" Evelyn raised her brow at him.

Lucien nodded, "Yeah, Tamlin found her abandoned in the woods, brought her home just a few days ago."

"What should we name her?" Evelyn asked, pulling the mare closer by her reins.

He paused for a moment, his gaze softening as he studied her face. "What do you think of the name 'Rose'? It seems fitting considering." He waved his hand at her mother's rose garden

Lucien waited eagerly for Evelyn's response, curious to see what name she would choose for the mare.

Lucien waited eagerly for Evelyn's response, curious to see what name she would choose for the mare. Rose was indeed a fitting name considering the mare's soft complexion and the rose garden that lay adjacent to the stables.

"That's a lovely name," Evelyn finally said, her eyes sparkling with appreciation. "Yes, let's call her Rose." She stroked the horse's nose affectionately.

"And thank you for this wonderful gift, Lucien," she added, giving him a grateful look.

As Evelyn climbed onto Rose bareback, the mare remained calm under her weight, Evelyn's skirts falling down the mare's side like a waterfall. Pulling gently on the reins, she guided the animal towards the exit of the stable.

"Well, I just need to gather some food and water for my trip to the border, Tamlin should have them packed." Evelyn explained, her voice filled with anticipation and excitement. "It won't take too long though."

Lucien nodded, understanding the gravity of her mission. "Take care out there," he said, concern lacing his words. "If anything goes wrong, don't hesitate to come home instantly."

He knew she was capable and strong, but he couldn't help feeling protective over her. After all, they'd been through so much together, good times and bad.

Their little moment was broken by Feyre wandering into the stables, as all the Fae in the room straightened, "Morning Fyere." Evelyn offered a soft smile and kicked Lucien gently when he stared down at Feyre.

Before Lucien could open his mouth for a sassy remark, Evelyn patted his head, slightly messing up his red hair as she squeezed her legs for Rose to move, "Well, you two enjoy, I'm out of here." She trotted out from between them.

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[heeahheeya]

The SHELBY family tree CONCEPT

-which is based on Grace alive AU background

※Warning!

1. The casting list of their children is JUST MY WISH.

2. Please forgive this fictional setting of my own.

1. Charles Thomas Burgess Shelby, "Charlie"

-The official son of Tommy x Grace

-Nikolas Galitzine's image for older version

-born in 1922 (it's official!)

-a good son, model student, gentleman with sweet manner, and Prince Charming!

-We already know he is a great violinist (found he learnt playing violin in original TV show)

2. Theodore Lawrence Burgess Shelby, "Laurie"

-image of Timothee Chalamet

-born in 1924

(after that FUCKING business with Russian is done. I guess Grace should be pregnant in S3E1, as she avoided her husband smoking. It would be him in her belly)

-has his father's wilderness & mother's wit

-an artist who loves freedom, refuses his father's request for business study

3. Eleonore Charlotte Burgess Shelby, "Elly"

-image of Millie Bobby Brown

-born in 1927

-the only daughter of the family

-looks just like her mother

-smart, daring, and hot tempered fighter

(young Ada Thorne has come!)

-interested in law study

4. George Henry Burgess Shelby, "Harry"

-image of Roman Griffin Davis

-the youngest child born in 1934

-their unplanned child due to tipsiness🥂🔞🔥

(Is that the only reason? Don't think so🤣)

-being loved so much by his family

-loves horse and other animals

[13thdoctorposts]

I love that 13's companions don't need her to be "The Doctor". All they ask is respect and some level of honesty. But they don't need her to be special or do special things. Actually from the start, literally since TWWFTE, they've liked and protected her just for who she is as a person, as strange as she seemed to them (I'm convinced they clocked her as neurodivergent by human standards from the get go, Graham and Grace especially acted such a lovely way with her). Through her identity crisis they always affirm that who she is right now is worthy of love and a good person (who just screws up sometimes).

This is such a good point especially since so many people want to claim Chibs made the Doctor a special chosen one. The Doc was clearly always the leader of the crew, but she did, for the most part try and make it a flat team structure until things were grave enough she had to be the one to really step up and take charge.

I think a good example of what your pointing out is in Nikola Teslas Night of Terror when Edison is looking around the TARDIS obviously trying to look at how he can take advantage of it and Graham basically tell him to bad off its copyright the Doctor. She doesn’t need him to step in for her but he cares about her and isn’t willing to just sit and watch this dude take advantage.

[schrodingerscal]

Fuck OFF with hogwarts AUs for different shows. It’s overused and and cheesy.

Instead of Hogwarts houses, why don’t you assign characters different PJO Godly parents? Or Grishaverse Grisha types??? Or what TMA fear entity they would be an avatar of???? There are so many types of sorting, with much cooler backgrounds.

I personally think that these characters would specifically be:

Izuku Midoriya: Child of Athena, no doubt. Probably either an Avatar of the Lonely (pre-season one)(season six) or the Eye.

Melanie King is a Heartrender Grisha, and a Child of either Ares or Hermes.

Mina Ashido is 100% a Daughter of Aphrodite, and either a Tailor or a Tidemaker. She would probably be an avatar of the Vast or the Corruption.

Kaz Brekker is a either child of Hermes or Athena, and an Avatar of the Web

Nina Zenik is a daughter of Aphrodite, and and Avatar of the Flesh or the End

Nico Di Angelo is a corpsewitch, and either an avatar of the End, Dark, or Lonely

The Hunters of Artemis are avatars of the Hunt (duh), with Thalia being a squaller and Bianca being either a corpsewitch or a heartrender

Percy Jackson is an avatar of the Vast and a tidemaker, and Annabeth is an avatar of the Eye or the Web, as well as an Alkemi

Jason Grace is an avatar of the Vast and a Squaller, and Leo Valdez is an avatar of the Lonely or the Desolation, and an Inferni or Durast

Katsuki Bakugou is an avatar of the Desolation, and an Inferni. He’s also definitely a child of Ares

Georgie Barker is a child of Hades and an Inferni

Charlie Morningstar is a child of Hades (also duh) but hangs out with the Iris kids. She’s also an Inferni

Clarisse La Rue is an avatar of the Slaughter and a Drüskelle turned Dregs member

Jonathan Sims is a child of Athena, Martin Blackwood is a child of Iris and a squaller, Tim is a child of Hermes and an Inferni, Sasha is a child of Janus and a champion of Hestia, alwell as a durast

Nikola Orsenov is a Tailor, Annabelle Cane is a child of Arachne or Hecate, Jane Prentiss is a heartrender and child of Demeter, Jared Hopworth is a tailor and child of Hephaestus, Helen and Michael are children of Dionysus and Tailors, with Micheal Shelly being a child of Nephele, and Helen Richardson being a child of Athena

Daisy Tonner and Basira Hussain are both ex-drüskelles, with Daisy being a child of Ares and Basira being a child of Nemesis

Himiko Toga is an avatar of the hunt, a child of Eris and a corpsewitch, Twice is a child of Janus and avatar of the spiral, Dabi is an Inferni and child of Nemesis, Tomura is a child of Lyssa and a heartrender, as well as an avatar of the slaughter, Mr Compress is a child of Hecate and an Alkemi

I may add more in the future!!! If anyone has anymore ideas then pls tell me

[petergirl10]

Character Profile: Jonathon Young / Nikola Tesla

Damian Kindler (creator, executive producer & writer): Tesla's one of our favorite characters. He's a fan favorite, he's a writer favorite, he's an actor favorite.

Christopher Heyerdahl ("John Druitt/Big Foot"): I love that character. It's always so much fun watching a Tesla episode...

Ryan Robbins ("Henry Foss"): I think as far as vampires go, Tesla's probably the coolest vampire out there. I'm not just saying that because he's on our show, but I think the way Jonathon plays him makes him a very cool, very relevant vampire. He's not a stereotypical...He's not what you see. He's really done something really interesting with Tesla. He's very bright, very intelligent. Not to say the other guys aren't bright and intelligent, but you know what I mean. He doesn't sparkle.

Jonathon Young ("Nikola Tesla"): I've played Nikola Tesla on stage before, in a very different show, that really was a historical drama about his life, so my job in that play was to do research, collect anecdotes about him, and then try to create a portrait that came from that.

Christopher: He's known for playing Nikola Tesla and doing a great job. He's an extremely talented, one of our great talents in Canada. He's an amazing actor. He's one of those people who has a special gift. He's gifted physically, he's gifted intellectually, he's very graceful, and very specific in all his movements, and it's beautiful to watch. So, when they were talking about this character, Nikola Tesla... but he's going to be a vampire, I thought, "I don't know. Will Jonathon even be interested? I mean, this sounds kind of silly." You know, he's taking a character that he knows inside out, and we're going to make a vampire out of this? But at the same time, Jonathon has the look of a vampire. He has these amazing teeth, and they're very vampiric in many ways. I just thought he'd be perfect, and anyway, he'd probably have a hell of a lot of fun with it.

Jonathon: It became clear right away that the Sanctuary Tesla isn't so much interested in a imitation of a historical character, and I think that what's in the script is that he loves ideas above all else, he loves himself above anyone else, that he's intensely competitive, and that he has an arrogance about him that puts himself ahead of everyone else. Of course Tesla's ultimate goal is, you know, world domination.

Magnus: You're mad, Nikola.

Tesla: No! The Philadelphia Experiment was mad, but this... is progress.

Martin Wood (executive producer & director): One of the cool things about season three is we bring back Nikola Tesla, now the non-vampire version of Nikola Tesla.

Tesla: Well, I hope you're all happy now. I'm ordinary.

Martin: It's funny because everybody loves Tesla as a vampire, and the problem is, when you have a character that everybody loves the way they are, as soon as you start changing them, everybody goes, "You can't do that! That's our favorite guy! He does that!" You know, it's crazy.

Tesla: Here's to the glorious vampire race, once mighty, now extinct.

Amanda Tapping (executive producer, director & "Dr. Helen Magnus"): He's left de-vamped. He's left with this other gift, which he will call his incredible magnetism, I'm sure, but he... Yeah, it's a different Tesla, and it's a Tesla struggling to sort of figure out what this gift means, and how he can use it.

Tesla: Well... I can work with that.

Jonathon: I think, like Tesla, I thought it was an opportunity for something new. I mean, that's how Tesla ends that whole episode. He's totally despondent, but then, that "I can work with that" moment is because I think he sort of looks at everything as a game, and an opportunity to work things to his own advantage, so I think his mind started turning right away, and for me, I mean, I think that one of the great joys about acting is that, even though I'm playing the same part, every time I come on set, it's always new, so... I... I felt confident that the writers have a master plan in mind, and that this was a detour that was going somewhere.

Magnus: Nikola, the door!

Martin: What happens in season three is he's magnetic, and he can do some fun tricks, but it's not as cool as being a vampire, so we may end up making him back into a vampire at some point.

Amanda: But I can just say that we've shot an incredible scene that changes that too. So... literally just shot it. I still have the blood on my hands.

Tesla: I'm back, baby. And it feels so good.

Damian: There's different types of Nikola Tesla stories. There's the "we get a message from Tesla, and he's in trouble, but not the kind of trouble we think, which leads to other trouble, and he's got the..." It's the "hidden agenda" Tesla stories.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Well, I did say S.O.S. in my message.

Henry: "Trapped in a cave with nasty bugs" would have been much more helpful.

Tesla: I'm just looking for a way to turn this pointless ability into something extraordinary.

Henry: It makes sense, in an evil way.

Damian: Then we have the sort of story where Tesla's involved because he's a genius, and there's something epic, and weird, and crazy happening, and we require a genius to help us, and make us feel kind of crappy about ourselves with his genius. That's another story that Tesla's often involved in. We have a Tesla story about the past, when we see The Five in Victorian England, and even Edwardian England, and Tesla's part of that, because he was part of the group from back in Oxford days, in the late 1800s. And then there's a Tesla story that comes closer to the end of season three, where he doesn't have a hidden agenda, but he definitely kind of gets in over his head seeking knowledge.

Tesla: Helen, we're surrounded by the greatest trove of vampire knowledge the world has ever seen. It's killing me. I'm being robbed of my last great discovery. I've spent my life trying to piece together my ancestry.

Damian: And it's nice, because he's the sort of character who can really, you can stretch, and pull, and put in different positions. He's definitely not a bad guy. He's definitely not a pure-of-heart good guy. He's just this wonderful, colorful fly-in-the-ointment, you know, amazingly annoying, amazingly useful, brave, egomaniacal, funny, critical, mean-spirited, lovely, loyal.... you know, kind of character. We love him.

Tesla: You were good, but I was better.

Jonathon: Each script gives a lot of humor to Tesla with those things in mind. That's why he's so fun to play, because he... like I said before, he thinks of everything as a kind of game, or a competition.

Tesla: Your shaggy friend is still refusing treatment, and frankly, I'm insulted.

Will: Oh, right, yeah, because I forgot, this is all about you.

Tesla: I have spent weeks creating a working treatment for the Lazarus Virus, and in the end, the creep in the room with the hair doesn't want to take his medicine! It's personal, and we both know it is.

Jonathon: He doesn't care about the effects of, you know, being completely rude, or completely outspoken, and in his mind, he's number one, right?

Damian: Tesla and Magnus have one of those relationships that is hard to define, and I believe that's mainly due to the fact that they're both so old.

Tesla: Helen Magnus. Kiss me and I'll save your life.

Magnus: And if I don't?

Tesla: It's been over 60 years. Just plant one on me already.

Damian: I think that Tesla, he just abhors boring people.

Magnus: Nikola Tesla, you always did know how to get attention.

Amanda: It's so much fun to play it, but I can't describe it. It's... it's this crazy friendship, with this very, you know, unabashed sexual overtone to it, from both of them.

Magnus: You've always been like this, haven't you? Selfish and arrogant, putting your own desires before everyone else's.

Tesla: I brought you here for two reasons. Because only you can help me finish what I'm working on, and because I love you.

Magnus: Yes, so you keep... What?

Tesla: I always have.

Damian: And the thing that's the most, you know, kind of fetching about Magnus to him is that she's anything but boring, and I think that's what makes her attractive to him.

Amanda: When you've known somebody for that long, and they know you as well as Tesla and Magnus know each other, I think it's almost like that sexual tension is just explosive, but nothing can happen because it's, like, "Then would we still have that tension?"

Magnus: Oh, shut up and help me.

Tesla: My God, you look sexy with a gun.

Damian: I think that Tesla and Magnus probably at some point had some kind of thing that went on, because she admires the giant brain. He has a giant brain, but he's just too much of an oaf, and Magnus has way better taste than that, so I think it's one of those, over the 160-year period, you get to have those little trysts and not worry about them, although you still have to work with the person.

Tesla: You felt... genuine concern for me. Admit it.

Magnus: Nonsense.

Tesla: Oh... You still like me, it's so obvious.

Magnus: You tried to kill me.

Tesla: Well, but you know, we all hurt the ones we love.

Jonathon: Well, first and foremost, they're old friends, and I think it's based on competition. It's based on rivalry and respect, and, of course, of love of ideas and love of adventure. I'm always bringing up memories of adventures.

Tesla: You know, this reminds me of when we were in Egypt looking for Tut's tomb, huh? Oh, those wild early days. No ground-penetrating radar, no satellite imagery.

Magnus: We were barely better than graverobbers.

Jonathon: I mean, I think that Helen Magnus has Tesla under a kind of spell.

Tesla: Maybe a little tighter. You know, just to be safe.

Magnus: If you were any more transparent, you'd be invisible.

Jonathon: Whether or not there... was romance, I think should remain a secret until it's revealed, but there's clearly always the potential for that, but if anything, that makes the friendship that much more interesting and magnetic.

Amanda: It's an interesting... They're both incredible geniuses, they're both incredibly stubborn, and they both love each other deeply, though both of them are loathe to admit it.

Tesla: You have a Sasquatch for a butler, and you travel the world with history's most notorious murderer, and now you don't feel safe? Helen, green is not a good color on you.

Magnus: Don't be ridiculous.

Tesla: She's intelligent, powerful, remarkably well-preserved for her age, everything I look for in a woman. And unlike someone I know, she's actually interested in me.

Magnus: I'm not engaging in this childish conversation.

Tesla: The more you deny it, the truer it is.

Damian: I think Tesla's always had a deep, deep place in his heart for Magnus, but knows that he is never going to be the love of her life, that tall, bald, and homicidal Jack the Ripper is going to be the one that's got her heartstrings.

Magnus: We'll all meet back here with our keys.

Druitt: That leaves you and... Nikola. Your tests are marked for the same area.

Tesla: I guess your father liked us best as a couple.

Druitt: Helen, if you can wait, I...

Magnus: I'll be fine.

Tesla: Such chivalry.

Druitt: If any harm comes to her, accidental or otherwise...

Tesla: I have no reason to do her any harm, but you, I'm finding more reasons by the minute.

Magnus: Honestly. I am surrounded by adolescents.

Jonathon: Definitely the deepest animosity between Druitt and I, and it'll be interesting to see how that plays out. You know, what kind of jealousy there is there.

Christopher: Nicky's a pain in the ass, really. I think that if he saw the arse end of Nikola Tesla, he'd be a happy man.

Tesla: The power in that vial, it could change history, create any kind of future we choose.

Druitt: We?

Jonathon: It comes down to showmanship, too, I think. Who really is the most... Who has the most power, I think. Or who can go to the most extreme place. I mean, Druitt is such an extreme character with such darkness in him.

Tesla: Guess who's still standing?

Magnus: John?

Druitt: Hello, Nikola.

Jonathon: And when we first met Tesla, that was certainly the way Tesla was introduced, was that he was the darkest, or had the most capacity for evil.

Christopher: At the same time, there's a wonderful... respect and camaraderie to these two, that...

Tesla: John, really. He's not worth it, pardon the pun. If you kill him, he can't help her.

Adam: Same old Johnny.

Tesla: Shh, please.

Jonathon: We saw a more human side to him, as we have seen with Druitt, too. But again it comes down to... competition, and I think past grudges too.

Tesla: Nice move last time we met, Johnny. Took me a while to get over it.

Druitt: Not long enough, old boy. Care for another helping?

Jonathon: It's qualities of Tesla's that Tesla sees in Druitt, that Tesla reacts to the strongest, so it's when he... I mean, I think that that's true in life. When you actually take apart what it is you don't like so much about someone, often it's qualities that you have, so I think his arrogance, and his power, and, uh, his, of course, special bond with Magnus.

Magnus: Hand it over.

Tesla: Very well. But really, I have to say, when I imagined the splendor of the entry hall, an architectural site thousands of years old, a veritable marvel of art and design, and to think that the first witnesses to this spectacle will be Huey, Duey, and Screwy? Really, Helen, my heart sinks you chose them over me.

Magnus: Don't be bitter.

Tesla: But I do it so well.

Jonathon: Well, I think Tesla has such disdain for ordinary humans, and takes great pleasure in making that known.

Tesla: I want my life back. Look at me, Helen. I'm reduced to parlor tricks and Morse code. I can't even get out of a cobweb without help from these chumps. What am I now, human with... with benefits? It's pathetic.

Jonathon: And at any chance he can get, I think... making fun of how pathetic and weak regular humans are.

Tesla: You, I like. You, I don't know.

Will: I'm Dr. Zimmerman. I work with Dr. Magnus.

Tesla: Protégé. Well, the mission's necessary disposable item.

Magnus: Stop this, Nikola.

Robin Dunne ("Will Zimmerman"): Will and Nikola have an interesting relationship, I think. I don't know if you can even really call it a relationship. Definitely from Tesla's point of view, I'm sure he just sees Will as just some pathetic little human who, you know, is something of an annoyance. He kind of treats him as though he's a child.

Will: And you just happened to get trapped by them. God, that's so weird.

Tesla: Yeah, down, Junior. I didn't know they were here until they tried to make me part of the architecture.

Jonathon: As far as Tesla's concerned, Will's just not in the same class, and needs to be reminded of that, on a daily basis, to keep him in his place.

Will: Retrieve the Source Blood, and it's a grand slam?

Tesla: One thing at a time, Dr. Expendable.

Jonathon: I think because Will is so resilient too, and puts up with so much, because he believes in his work. I mean, as far as I can tell, Will believes in his job, and is devoted to Magnus, he becomes a great foil for Tesla's arrogance.

Will: You know what I say? I say you got yourself into a little bit of trouble, and you dragged us into the mess, too. So stop whining about it.

Tesla: I thought helping people was part of your job description.

Will: Yeah, people. You, Professor Hidden Agenda, not so much.

Robin: His opinion of Tesla is that Tesla's a guy who's in the Tesla business first and foremost, always has a secret agenda, doesn't ever do anything that doesn't benefit him in some way.

Tesla: Unprotected platinum coils? Wolf-boy... Have a word with him about power efficiency.

Magnus: I doubt Henry planned on this kind of re-purposing.

Tesla: That's no excuse.

Ryan: Tesla and Henry have an interesting relationship because I don't think Tesla respects Henry very much at all, and I think despite himself, Henry can't help but respect Tesla and admire him. I think Henry admires the guy, and hates him for being so clever.

Henry: Yeah, I get how you could generate a signal by clenching your kegels or whatever, but how did you get the range?

Tesla: Oh, you obviously didn't do any aerial mapping on your way in. Had you, you might have noticed the amplification properties of the local terrain.

Henry: Parabolic focus point. Okay, then wouldn't it be secondary signals...

Tesla: Hey, shh, shh! Slop. You'll hurl yourself, and I'm feeing far too tired to feign concern.

Henry: You're welcome. Jackass.

Ryan: It's the last guy in the world Henry wants to, you know, learn from, or look up to. I think he just despises so much about him. I mean, you can go back to that whole vampire/werewolf thing, where those are just two... They just never get along, historicity, ever.

Tesla: The Cabal have been planning this move for decades. I've had two days, a crappy lab, and Tiny Tim for an assistant, so please cut me some slack.

Henry: If you think working with you is a party, think again, Vlad!

Tesla: Good, you finally showed up. Quit your whining and get to work.

Jonathon: And he's got to work with Wolf-boy, in the lab, with the crappy antique tools that Magnus keeps around. I mean, I think when Tesla gets angry about something, especially if it's a mistake that he's made, he immediately blames somebody else, and I've found that fuels a lot of scenes is that often Tesla's just angry at his own predicament, or his own error, and that fuels a bunch of rage at someone else.

Tesla: Never bore your audience.

Damian: That, to me, is Tesla. "Never bore your audience." That's him. That's a very definitive moment. He's about to do something brave, but in his mind, it's like, "Well, I'm only doing this because God forbid anything should be dui and uninteresting." And he's about that. He's a genius, and geniuses are like that. A lot of criminals are geniuses because they're just bored silly living inside the rules of society, and Tesla's like the ultimate criminal genius.

Christopher: I think he's an enjoyable... an enjoyable person to dislike.

Amanda: He's the character you love to hate, and you love to love, because he's just so out there. Yeah, yeah, and he has become one of the most popular characters on the show, and for very good reason, not only because the actor playing him is so incredible, but because this character is such a fully realized... dink. You just love him. I don't know if I can use that word, but I'm gonna.

Tesla: Yeah, well, since when did I become the responsible member of this group? The big hairy one can answer the phone. I'm not missing out on this.

Druitt: You're absolutely determined to come with us?

Tesla: Of course I am.

Druitt: If you insist.

Tesla: Son. Of. A. Bitch!

Jonathon: That's what makes him so fun to play is... his ability to say absolutely anything.

Tesla: No, we mustn't forget our most important achievement of the day. My resurrection.

Magnus: Oh, here we go.

Tesla: Sweet, sweet resurrection.

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Hello i miss you. I cant help but feel excited when your request box is open. This is my request can you make yandere ror x kanae kocho reader. They really love her being down to earth but also fierce and powerful and elegant in battle.

Ror gods poseidon, beelzebub, hades, thor, hercules, hermes, loki and buddha

Ror humans lubu, jack the ripper, nikola tesla, qin shi huang

-Graceful and quiet, those were common words used to describe you, as well as dangerous and not to be underestimated.

-Looking at you, not many would believe that you were a warrior, you were rather petite and looked very gentle, but to those who knew you and have witnessed your combat skills, knew that you were way stronger than you looked.

-You were rather reserved, not really conversing with others, and if you did speak, it was the bare minimum unless if it was someone that you knew and were comfortable with, like your elder adoptive sisters.

-You adored your sisters, as they rescued you when you were a child, where you had abandoned your emotions to survive, your mind breaking and they spent years helping you heal as well as training you to be a strong warrior with the Demon Slayer Corps that operated under Lord Hades.

-You liked your work, as you would follow your orders without fail, usually with information gathering, but you were able to handle yourself if you were attacked.

-It wasn’t until you took a bodyguard mission after some demons had been reported in the area that you opened up a bit more when your client, (Love), was impressed with your skills when the demon had attacked the two of you as you reacted quickly.

-You had been injured, only minor wounds, but when he picked you up princess style, your eyes were wide in shock, “Why did you pick me up?”

-Your confusion and shock made him curious as he took you back to his place, patching you up, which you did thank him for before he asked you what you were going to do now.

-You pulled out your coin, something your sisters gave to you to help you make decisions, showing it to him and explaining it as you began to fiddle with it, going to make your decision.

-He grabbed your hands, making you hold the coin between them, “Make decisions for yourself- not because a coin told you to.” You had never heard such words before from another person and it was like your whole world opened up.

-You spent time with him, more and more, and your sisters were stunned, seeing you actively smiling and hanging out with someone because you wanted to!

-You weren’t aware, but they had a quiet word with (Love), threatening him not to hurt you as you had dealt with enough, something he learned after spending time with you, and he felt himself being drawn more and more to you until he never wanted to be apart.

-The day he approached you with a single red rose, which made your eyes go wide and your face flushed as he asked you to go on a date with him. Your bashful reaction was rather adorable, and it was one of those fond memories (Love) seared into his head.

-Adores you and treats you like a delicate flower, even though he knows you can handle yourself. He will take your bags if you have any, offering you the job of holding his hand instead, won’t hesitate to defend you from anyone, and is your biggest cheerleader when you fight. If you are fighting against a demon, despite knowing that you are strong, he always worries because you are important to him. Showers you with love and loves to see you smile, because seeing you happy warms his heart, and he never wants to go a day without make you smile.

            -Hermes, Loki, Buddha, Hercules, Nikola, and Qin Shi Huang

-Fiercely defends you from others, putting his own safety on the line to keep you safe, despite telling him not to, as you didn’t want him to get hurt against the demons who invaded Valhalla. If someone insults you, like calling you stoic or emotionless, or telling you to smile or interact more, he’s hands on sight and doesn’t tolerate the slightest bit of disrespect being aimed at you. Knows that you are strong and that you are a skilled warrior, but he always worries when you fight because he doesn’t want to lose you. You are the light of his life and one of the few people who mean the most to him. If you give him affection he will melt but will always deny it afterwards, which you found adorable.

-Poseidon, Jack, Beelzebub, Hades, Thor, and Lu Bu