#ozy: what do YOU wanna do???

[dnangelic]

' hurt me ? ' as if he could make an enemy out of his own heart ? as if he could have possibly ever betrayed it ? true , its mousy timidity and occasional aversions to admittance could sometimes bring him an immense sort of guilt and grief : not everyone could reconcile himself with his far more belligerent phantom , at least with no less difficulty than the boy might have had by himself . but he knew little else if only but how to clutch at it within his chest , even as it perpetually beat and pounded for all things . ' i'll try ... not to . ' losing sight of it , even as he felt he wasn't entirely sure of its very shape ...

' i see , ' a hand still at his chest , the boy's gaze soon sets steady and thoughtful in front of him . ' ... yeah , that makes sense . but --- it's kind of amazing to still think that the world's so big and has so much to it , that even a pharaoh always has new things to see . ' his lips lift into a smile --- he can't help it . it was exactly this sort of thing that made life and the earth so miraculous and wonderful , wasn't it ? and yet , the brief spell of reverie is broken the instant ozymandias poses his last questions .

' uh ! w-wait , me ?! ' question his ambitions , and there was nothing but an empty space . a thick , dark block for an answer . ' i ... um , well ... i don't really know . i'm not all that interesting ... ' his laughter is sheepish and bashful . perhaps even a little hollow with melancholy . ' i --- i don't really even know what i can do anymore . being normal and having friends , i think if anything was really barred to me , then it might have been something like that . ' cursed , monstrous , and criminal --- what hope was there for him if he wasn't cured ?

' that is ... something like that is what i had always thought at first . but chaldea , and all of the servants here --- you , even the master , and my 'condition ... ' it's not that strange to anyone . ' it brought him peace ; made him infinitely happy . ' it was scary at first , but now i feel really safe here . even as the world's in danger , everyone's still doing things like playing , cooking , or preparing for holidays , and talking and laughing with each other . ' to that extent , could he truly have asked for anything more ?

' there is just ... one thing . me , i --- like art . anything's fine as long as i'm around it . i know that dark and i are always sealing or stealing things , but --- chaldea has so many stories brought to life , too . somehow , if i can , whether it's just by hearing them out or going out on a mission , i want to be able to protect them . the sorts of stories that someone put their whole life , or all of their feelings into ... i want to hear them out . ' young and amateurish as he was . ' o-ozymandias , i heard you were an incredible architect . if --- it's okay , could you tell me a little about it ? the sorts of things you were thinking ... or feeling . ' because imagining the other's back and shoulders , bent as they brought their owner over grand designs drawn onto papyrus , was a beautiful vision ; an inspiration worth a work of art in itself , the portrait of an artist .

     OZYMANDIAS WAS QUIET, EXPRESSION unreadable for but a moment…before he tilted his head back and laughed wholeheartedly. He could not dispute those words. After all, how could he? Stating otherwise would deny the feelings of countless others, and he was not so cold as to dismiss such. Lifting his hand, he wiped away the tear that had collected at the edge of his eye, large grin still in place even as he spoke once more. ❝You have a good heart, Daisuke. It may hurt you countless times in the end, but do not lose sight of it.❞ Ozymandias could not longer be like Daisuke, the softness of his heart long since gone and never to return, but this child had a kind of inner strength that he could respect and even, to an extent, admire. If this boy could be a king, he wondered…what choices would they make? Would they too become wholly different from who they had been in time? Then again, he would rather not imagine the other having to maneuver the complications of ruling.

      ❝Hm? You wish to know what I desire to do…?❞ Huh…a most unexpected question that was. It was something he expected their shared summoner to bring forth. To ask Servants something like this must seem nonsensical to mages. ❝Traveling. Seeing the world. Those were things that I had desired once. Things bared to me due to my station also held my interest. I have done everything within my power to do so in life, yet human life is so finite that it is impossible to truly experience all there is to experience. You will find many Servants that agree with you within this building if you ever asked them the very same question. What of you? What would you like to do? Surely there is much that has too been bared for you due to the nature of your family’s history.❞ He watched, waited – the slight tilt of his head the only sign of his growing interest in this conversation.

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#the king of kings is fond of a certain ancient blockhead but you didn't hear it from me

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG !

NAME: Shi

PRONOUNS:  she / her / they / them 

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: IMs usually! Discord is fine too especially for plotting and general chitchat since that IM box is tiny as hell. But it tends to definitely be easier to catch me on here since for some reason, my discord doesn’t always alert me to people talking and left messages kfjsdfhdsfs. Me checking discord to see someone talked to me hours ago -- me sweating wondering if they think I ignored them while I was posting on tumblr. 

NAME OF MUSE(S): Ozymandias

RP EXPERIENCE/HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): Like...over 15 years? I have, quite literally, seen and experienced everything at this point. That’s why my rules probably sound so strict because I am just a tired woman who feels like I aged to 80 sometimes. I don’t play when it comes to my boundaries anymore like when I was younger and allowed things I shouldn’t have allowed for the sake of keeping the peace and being liked. I have been so much happier putting my foot down.

BEST EXPERIENCE: Meeting really great people and continuing to meet great people! Idk I’ve met so many who have inspired me to keep writing and just enjoying this little hobby of mine. Even now I just finger gun at all those individuals and really great mutuals that make my time here on tumblr A+.

RP PET PEEVES/DEALBREAKERS: Getting me excited for stuff and then ghosting me. Then coming to me, getting me excited again, ghosting me again -- rinse repeat like that’s a normal way to communicate with someone. Like I’m not here for that. I’ll softblock or hardblock you in a heartbeat and move on.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I like all three honestly, but angst??? Emotional stuff? GAWD DO I EAT THAT UP. Especially for Ozy because he’s just -gestures at him- Sometimes I want him to really feel things which can be difficult. But the fact it’s difficult is what makes me love it even more.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I don’t mind both since we can basic plot something like oh how they’d meet? Are they friends? Do they hate one another?? That kind of stuff can make interaction so much easier. But memes are certainly the best way to come at me and continue things from there since I don’t do starters. 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Long replies! But short is nice when your brain is tired and after staring at a computer for eight hours and working HR, my brain is often very tired during the weekdays. So a nice balance of both!

BEST TIME TO WRITE: Normally in the evening. My writing just feels like it flows better for some reason.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Not even REMOTELY jkfhdskfdkfsd

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#4

Crossover ships and OC x Canon ships save lives.

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#3

@tenkoseiensei​ said (inbox):

sa vc teehee

     HE DOES NOT PERCEIVE. 

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#2

If you’re a lot younger than Ozy, chances are he will:

a.) Adopt you as his child

b.) Adopt you as his younger sibling

These are just the rules I don’t make them.

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My #1 post of 2022

[Glowing beans. D.o not r.eblog.]

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[notmuchtoconceal]

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the earliest days of your camaraderie with cpt. haruspex revolved, as a needle spinning through the ditches of a tar disk, to the point within a taurus, still as the space around it was spinning -- returning in the wide arcs of its rotations always to the off-right compartment of a point it could not reach -- the insistence that your consumption habits did not meet some arbitrary criteria, followed by further insistence of the sheer oddity of your refrain from intoxication while on patrol. 

- gets the blood up, mate. unleashes the bond of frenzy – y'think a buncha men'd wanna hang out with each other with their shirts off without a vineyard or two chuggin through their veins –

you would not comment on the source of the yeast.

… when ya could be out chasin girls! 

you anticipated his ridiculous repetitions of simplistic sentiments would burn themselves out within a year. the rotations continued to spin pages off the calendar. the floor was in dire needing of a push broom, and yet you had gone nowhere. you were always standing still.

… that fraternal camaraderie your people – our people – i'm a citizen – i love this count – ry? – did i say? like the chocoula? gosh, where's the cute lil o get up to hidin? looks so much less obscene in print!

once he discovered the transceiver – the way with which, at last, the cruel sigils of the entombed and inscribed word could bleed into generative reality with a mere utterance - it remained on for three consecutive ...

… loike, i understand that pixelated block print is artless, obscene, and cheap because it ultimately makes an artform accessible to artless, obscene and cheap people who have no business tryin to enrich themselves, for ultimately they're the human equivalent of styrofoam cups, y'know -- crude, ugly, disposable, tasteless, white, trashy and ultimately a tangy befoulment to the soil, but loike – there're all my words, mate. bein replicated by sonic fluctuations in the air! it's the live conversation of waves into forms, bein done not through the electrical flourishes of the human hand, but the helpless (helpful!) silent voice of some form of purer love which is action suspended in the harmony of a process:-- made so it could spread without division and love all who use and are used -- even those who love feebly, loving in turn with only the feebleness of their love. is it a danger, mate? to think that rather than enrichin the lives of the unenriched, we assume a broader demographic'd supply us with naught but filler material, givin the game away what we crave through self-selection (have I not a right to say no to you? who are you that you think your friendship should be compulsory to me ?) is not exclusivity so much for the pure joys of bein able to be in a position to reject, so much as it is a yearning and desirin for quality ingredients (well in keepin with the demands of any fine artisanal mind!) for exclusivity is simply a gimmick made to make somethin outta nothin, nothin bein the most truly persistent and renewable resource available?

... ain't it, weird, mate ? that things like this we feel should putrefy us, for what it gives it gives endlessly, and the love we give back should have no need to be endless – for it has no need for us, truly. as though to enmesh us in its love was to breed a sort of feebleness of form where we have surrendered to it, who exists only for us, and so we are doomed to rot in a mutual surrender, though she – she remains forever young.

... pristine and chromatic in the wind-swept haze of autumn, some sterling bolt-welt she-ozy(wo)mandias outlastin the batterin of the dunes which bury her – while we, who are not our extrapolations, but merely ourselves, decay into the husks for the seeds we always were. suppose a thing, once obtained, becomes simply a tool as any other, and a man ought love his tools like he loves his woman, less he treats his woman like a tool. girls do it too, mate – they're better off! can't find a man, get the only part that counts! ya lil angler fish in silicone! make sweet tender love, the beautiful captivatin man in your head! writhing up and down, spines unfurlin like cobras as he fucks ya up the crescendoin back-crackin undulations of your bodies. ladies – you know he loves to talk. he's got eyes only for you. the eyes of a killer. glimmerin like periscopes in the dark. one hot cherry. flick it over the edge, see if it'lll pop yours. three in a row. we ain't gonna fire, baby doll. not til you've had last rites.

the inside of cpt. haruspex's skull whirled with the collective shriek of every banshee he had known, and he found tender music in what rocked him through the splinters of his broken bough.

… sorry, mate. sorry, babe. sorry, brother, sister, friend, lover. i didn't mean to be – gosh, i just feel sometimes, loike – make me so tender and bashful. make me wanna cradle meself. sometimes when you hold me and you're soft, it's like one thing – and when you hold me and it's a little harder, it's a different thing. mostly it's the smell that makes it different. the way you smell, it makes me head swim in cedar, it's so – too sweet and acrid to be swampy, it's loike… not the way a girl smells, y'know? like the way a man smells. metal and musk. citrus. girls smell like flowers and happy puppy pet rubs and the fields of fresh linen where you're makin wet bi-mesial nose-to-nose frictive kisses wit em. wet smackers locked in the palmer of a rump smack down her cheeks, her breasts, the soft folds of her belly fat stretched against the crest and compass of her hips, to stud the navel with a diamond piercin of the tip of your tongue, and settlin there. lickin the froth off her rim like it's a good hearty pint –

through the glass that was your eye – you had anticipated all inquiries.

… sure you don't want one, mate? look a lil stiff. look a lil tense. don't wanna snap, tear someone's head off – calm ya down! you're definitely the type, mate – type a guy who'd get real calm once you had a sip. ya can always tell. y'know – how a person's gonna react to a sip. everyone's a type, and there are several predictable and distinguishing factors that come into play when distinguishing a type, and some are terribly orthodox about the practice mate, look at it too much in terms of concretes and knowns, but there's an artistry to it, y'know – variables to consider, in some ways it's also a science ~ !

... should always investigate a gut hunch, mate – some people. some people just act on em without any introspection or consideration and that's what makes em such vicious dumbasses, but you mate – you're so hermetically sealed up in your tupperware brick shithouse, i can't even offer you an amontillado. i can tell, mate – from your deep sensitivities to the reality of the naturalistic totality around you – that your deep reservation is the sincerest form of love, for you are aware intuitively of the immense destructive power you wield, and would wish to trespass in no way upon any live organism which was not vital to the sustainability of the whole. to feel compromised for you, sir – would only alert you to further hone your senses. you would but pass another empty night in the dim of an old haze, finding some new pleasure in the detachment you have always known. you are not one to attack unless provoked, sir. it's not your fault – that people are drawn to provoke you once they recognize your powerlessness to the virtues you are sworn to uphold! that some are so foolish, they are willing to risk their lives, or at least limb and internal tract, for their meager pounds of flesh could never amount to the humiliation of you being dragged down from your high station!

…

-- your type, mate – like i said. several distinguishin factors. many people – y'know. men and women. lotta men'd never even think to offer you a pint, cause it's so goddamn self-evident how brutal is the dread of your countenance, but it's loike – once ya get to talkin, ya sorta tune the terror out and it's not so clear, y'know? loike – ya kinda have to stop lookin to get really into talkin, y'know? like to look at somebody and talk is closer to havin a conversation cause it's got natural crests and peaks, like stops and starts? y'know – here's the part where i'm talkin. now i'm not talkin, i'm lookin, so it's like i'm listenin, but faster? if i had to completely stop and actually listen, i'd be two steps away from the talkin part, so loike – i really appreciate it that you let me talk to you, and how good of a listener you are, and how much of my friend you're being cause, loike – mate. most men don't just sit there and fantasize about crushin my head between their skullcrusher bear paws, y'know – a lot of em either get to tryin to do it, or just stop endurin me long before the impulse ever comes up, and i'm loike – mate, it's just friendly conversation, what's the matter? i'm not standin ya up, what's wrong? where the hell ya think this's goin? fraid i'm gonna talk ya in the sack? gosh, it's like some people look for reasons for ya not to loike em! why wouldn't ya wanna loike me, i'm really friendly and loikable! what is wrong with these people, sir? 

solemn as an oath, you rose your hand.

his shriek flew on raven wings. bolts ripping through your ears. the muzzle flashes illuminated briefly shapes unseen in the night. 

the lead slid through fingers. heat lingered on skin.  the index to your tab, pressed to create a target. there was no ring – only vacancy.

no point – to hit would to miss. 

cpt. haruspex recoiled below the shoulder. he hanged himself, still smoking – by the wrist which drooped in the air. it could be a few minutes – before he could stand to outlive the shame of himself.

you would give him several.

- i'm sorry, sir. i don't know what came over me, i'm just so – 

he would tell you about your type now.

- right, well um — what? oh, um. yes. your type. your type. your type, lemme see – well, most men, sir. most men'd assume you to be the type to start hootin and hollerin once you've had a sip, y'know – big strong barrel chested lad with big powerful shoulders and more powerful armpits – just cravin to see em risen overhead in victory as you howl with the release of liberation in libation, but loike – no, sir.

... you're too well put-together! vast streams of live scribery on scrolls spannin the lengths of rivers! wheels of perception turnin and tracin as the faces of the people and the land  is inscribed, traced, stored, redundancy for redundancy, arranged into tiers of treasures as the palace of a khan – the live molecular process in which the binary flashes of our beautiful transceiver is only a dim shade cast across the empty, freshly-scrubbed and painted wall of an apartment in which we have not lived… life's really only about what you are, cause all you are is where you've been and who you've been with, and sometimes, sir – sometimes you're with people you've never known, in a place you've never been, and you realize – all the things you really aren't, or never were. sometimes ya dread all the things you'll never be, cause ya really only do have so much to give and ya wanna give it where it counts. guess it hurts me, sir –- when i see people knockin these beautiful advancements because less than beautiful people make less than beautiful things is cause, loike –

... not only did somebody make this for us to make our lives easier – what is given is always "for us"; even if a man ain't thinkin about it, he knows what he makes will influence the comin generations, for all he is influences all around him – it's not just that we're not respectin these tools which can make a beautiful world cause we're not usin em to beautify the world or ourselves under our (or even any recognizably human volition) – it's that the joy of this new medium, as any new medium (is it a medium? are you not pickin up on the message? maybe put down the dumbbell and reach for a dial, need some tone more than ya need some spin) -- as with any new medium, or any splinter of a new medium, is that every technology, as every bacteria-laden surface, is a cosmos unto itself which bares limits of potential yearnin to be discovered, and could only be truly said to be "obsolete" not for it has been surpassed by some so-called more "efficient" technology, but cause the true depths of its expression have been exhausted and, as such, is now merely historical. that is to say, totally mausoleal. if an older medium still has untapped new advantages, it ought be tapped, and everythin old becomes new again simply for the world has changed and now the context we're in remains once more different – it's almost as though what people truly resent is seein more than the commonness of common people, cause god forbid anyone should wanna be anythin but pretty and rarefied when they know damn-well how common they are!

cpt. haruspex's harsh and ornate mind – as the fine etchings of a crystal goblet – remained clear and reflective enough to seethe in the fury of an ungraspable impotence at five or six people at the same time – as long as they remained the same five or six people for time immemorial. 

- when ya love too freely, love becomes a common thing. a disease of the indolent will, sir! that the mind should surrender to the inertia of its own bounty! a blight which rots the fruit – that people should have contempt for what is free to all, when one gives freely their best! people who hoard their best, sir – they know their allure can override the goodness of the known by exploitin our innate tends towards curiosity. they must be known so their worth can be analyzed, for only once known can they be sorted into the hierarchy of necessities, advantages and opportune and inopportune pleasures. if they're makin ya work for it all the time, it's loike – gosh, i'm not gonna be so disappointed once i figure out who you actually are, loike – oh you seemed so interestin, but that was all in my head the entire time? am i secretly the one who's way more interestin than other people if i'm goin around seein this strange person who don't exist in the eyes of every man i've ever loved? or am i just loike – so starved for affection that anyone'll do? anyone. like any man who even looks at me for a second, i'll follow to the ends of the earth like a lost puppy in a comb collar cause, loike – i'm so far from home, and so scared and so alone, and i tell myself i can't keep a woman, but also, i'm sure if really wanted to stay with any of the women i've been with, i would've, so it's loike – i guess i didn't really wanna be with any of the women i've been with? do i really wanna be with a woman? do i just wanna be alone? sometimes i wonder, sir. if you love some men only because they make ya feel so alone? don't that sound pathetic? some men can stand to be alone, and some others need other men to make em feel alone for em?

…

 - i wasn't gonna ask if ya wanted another drink, sir – it's just that you seem so on-edge right now, i really think ya could use one, and that would be the best course of action at the moment, though also loike – none of what i just said was a ploy to get you to wanna have a drink, but i realize it seems suspicious that it was my first instinct.

... i have to confess – my tactical intuitions are not as finely honed as yours, i just – really, really like bein drunk while on patrol because this job is borin as shit as you don't say nuthin but stand there and make me feel bad cause it's painful to look at you bein so big and beautiful and brutal and somehow also maintainin this aura of saintly abstention, i just sorta loike – wanna see you covered in the blood of innocent children cause that would actually make you less eerie? i've seen that before. that's what i'm really like inside, i know. it's why you all fear and revile me despite the fact that i'm such an obvious pansy. it's like -- for one, you fear me, but you also have contempt for me, and it goes both ways, cause human loneliness is such an enigma? you know. if you're just a monster, you're easier to understand. if you're a monster who's also better than me, i don't know what to do. i feel worthless in two ways at once cause somehow you're both badder and gooderer than me, and i'm like – gosh, what's he doing? am i stupid? why's he so exceptional? what's wrong with the way i do things? i do things just fine. why aren't i the best of the best – is it cause i don't wake up every mornin and lift a truck over me head? y'know – one day the most beautiful girl in the world is gonna glimpse you across some enchanted meadow, and there'll be loike – light streamin through the breeze and birds chirpin, and all she'll have to do to you is behold you and touch you and you'll love her forever, cause like – your pure unblemished souls will commune wordlessly in the true reality of nature and you'll bond at a psychic depth unknowable to me, wherein the eternity of a moment you know it is the destiny encoded in your cells to merge your bein with hers, for her beauty is her grace and her kindness is her intelligence, as the vessel for which she bares child is only a manifestation of her as true empathic tenderness welded into the fine, feline-like muscularity of her anima body and it's loike ... all that shit sounds insane, but maybe it's just cause i'm overthinkin it? yet how could i be overthinkin it when i'm this stupid? smart people are always thinkin and i'm stupid, so i gotta be underthinkin it, but loike – sometimes it seems like people who don't think seem to get real far in life? does that makes sense? you must have insight into this topic, sir. if you could inform me through the grim lacerations of sobriety, i'd appreciate it, but like – me, i'm always cranky when i'm sober! i never hate people more than when i ain't had a drop. the historical trend towards wifebeatin as some stain specific to the indulgent, sir. i could assure you i would never lay a finger on my wife's beautiful, perfect head less i was afflicted with the sober penance of an entire nunnery not yet to become lovedrunk on the cock of their newly anointed saint!

to return to the topic at hand felt always as though you were going off.

- my, my sir! the transcribist can never catch a shush of the opaque and subtle commentary of your magnificently burnished profile! i ought commit to the noble calligrapher's art a few of your more cutting observations in the heat of the moment, consulting the transcription later for a timestamp to title – for though it would work as instruction and inspiration as any scroll would, to view this in the cross-glanced context of our conversation will then amount to a true piece of literary portraiture woven into the fabric of the report, advancing the utility and the elegance of both mediums sequentially as they become entangled!

–

across the table, steam rose to veil him from his mug. around him, the summer heat stilled to a dance. white and greenery rotated in fractals of desert heat, for all was polished by the grain. cpt. schreibermachen was beautiful when he lay without awareness of himself -- was simply the fixed point at which he stared, open to the caress of the air.

- things wounded me terribly, sir. i struggled to comprehend -- how things could feel so empty… when i knew myself to be full of light. 

–

the room was spinning – you weren't.

you didn't feel too bad – far from it.

this wasn't a place – you'd been too often.

- maj. *******, sir – you switch from water to soda on your third and soda to tonic on your sixth – becoming so quickly well-traveled, your adventurousness knows no bounds -- a roadmap well-inscribed on the velium of a carcass, to be raptly gilded by the veinery of your bloat!

that lil fuck laika – he was cute.

you didn't care much what his words mighta meant in reality – you just knew it'd be good to dick his face right here in the open.

- bloated with fermentation, psychorrhax – a dent in the sterling hull of his tap! though his mass is admirable enough to lead navies – he has been fasting since noon before last, and not a single molecule stirs otherwise in his guts, shriveled beneath boughs of striated hardwood!

holy fuck, joey – you had a chocolate croissant and a zoobier earlier – you're corrupted. you'll never regain your ketonic aura. your face is already fat with carbs – go throw up, you'll be pretty again.

bro, you gotta trust you on this – don't let anybody from the press catch you. don't even look in a mirror, you'll never recover. 

- the major is aware, psychorrhax – lean prose is the product of a honed mind, in which a lean body is also the inevitable consequence. the workshop of his mind is cold butchery – for his words flay your still living cadaver and slice through the sinews of your pectoralis down to the bone, to wedge into finely sliced sheets some scalpel of his silent tongue – flat as sharkskin against the roof of his mouth when he does not lick …  i am more fanciful, as though it needed be said aloud. a certain hunger stirs in my joints – a heaviness to my head and the clarity of steam rising off warm lakes of some clairvoyant space.

… i could have said as much… with half as much, this is certain – had i not poisoned myself with a drizzle of cocoa and sweet orange on barley.

economy. economy. economy.

it was all you drilled in this kid – and still he went first class.

- big guy. big buy – whaddya you doin? whaddya you lookin like that for? you tryin to make me grandma, wolfy? i ain't grandma. don't care what big eyes you got – i ain't lettin you in. nuh-uh. not into my brickhouse. brick shithouse. that's you. need brick while i shit. gotta be defensive. stay defensive. best defense is a good offense – best offense is to never defend. put you back in your hayloft – where you belong. all those sticks. all these sticks – hey. i don't know about those. you know about those? one of you – one of you is a witch. i can sense it. i been practicin – practicin my remote viewin – so i can find the remote. find it anywhere. it's under the couch cushion – we got thirty sex cents. a pretzel. a copy of jodi flightplan on DVD. gosh. what treasures. treasures of antiquity. gonna put em in a museum. we will foster – all behaviors. 

your fuckin dad – holy shit, you loved this guy.

- hey! hey, big guy! you look with your eyes, not your hands, you hear? eyes are big and freaky – don't need your big – weird ass crab claws on me. big hairy dick vein. oh my gosh. you use that moisturizer i got you?

you're gonna give that fucker a hug –

- oh no, oh no! 

gettin you this cushy fuckin job.

- oh no!

had to admit, padre – don't always get it, but sometimes – sometimes ya make a lick a sense.

- i need to be guarded – against my bodyguard – he might sneeze! might sneeze on me! change the makeup of my germs – i am a salad – why is nobody – nobody puttin up a lil sheet. sheet of glass for me to go behind? where i can get naked – all ripply. let people see me as a pretty lady.... i have tits. my tits are marvelous! i am spewing forth curdled milk from the goaty dugs which are the source of my supreme fecundity – lick my balls.

he was a riot – he or somebody else actually thought this shit was poetry. 

- father, do not forsake decency by continuing to wander about fully clothed!

joey – don't egg him on – he's liable to get scrambled when you try'n make him overeasy. 

- you're becoming quite the clucking hen, maj. ******* – though an omelet we will make, every egg you shall insist on cracking yourself upon the rim of the pan will scream out in the ecstasy of betrayal; for it was these into this fold which you have lain, to hear solely the song of how they sizzle!

if laika was an egg – he'd be faberge.

- best you leave me on the mantle as you return to the kitchen. 

only time you wanted brux – was when you had no idea where he was. 

- sir. sir, stop. you could not – you could not – you could not knock out all three of those massive pillars holdin up the balcony – naw, naw mate. even with a charge from this distance, you don't have the breadth, or – dare i say? yes. yes, i do – you lack the ferocity to demolish stonework that distance apart unless you wanted to risk makin a damn fool of yourself – y'know – unless you tried some – wicked, loike – hurl of one pillar into another at breakneck speed sorta –

cpt. haruspex – you needed to admit – displayed, on occasion, a remarkable ear for strategy.

- X – XII – XIII – he has rediscovered whiskey, cpt. schreibermachen.

don't need no fuckin helmet kid – this forehead splits axes.

give yourself a splinter – don't bother. get a handle on yourself, won't need to make your arms hurt if they're broken in half like twigs. 

\

MEANWHILE – SOMEWHERE NOBODY WAS LOOKING

- cpt. jacek -- have i ever told you… no, i don't suppose i have… about 

- yeah, wally. you have. you tell me things…  the same things, and i remember every one, even if you act like i don't. 

- can't recall what's always in memory

- your eye hurts, bro -- c'mere 

- funny man

- tickles, don't it

- funny place to get tickled

-funny place to have an openin

- funny the way things happen

- need it bad -- stay there a bit

-lay here

- shhh

[aithrige]

The rooster preened upon noticing his lover blush and followed up with a laugh. He chuckled before leaning down and kissing Fizz's cheek. "Not as sweet as you, babe." Which Ozzie felt was the truth. He was only like this because of how much he loved Fizzarolli and how much the imp loved him back. He never thought that he would be in such a relationship, he was the sin of lust after all, but he also wasn't regretting it.

"Thanks love." He took the vegetables and set them next to the stove as he finished getting everything else ready. He scooped Fizz up and placed the imp back on his shoulder. Having Fizzarolli sit on his shoulder was something Ozie enjoyed as it gave him easy access to rain affection on the other. "We can definitely do that. I'm sure we have some left over from our last movie night. What movie would you wanna watch?" He began to make the first omelet while the two of them chatted. This was how he always wished to start his morning.

There was a blush on his cheeks after the other complimented him like that. How was he not going to do that after what the other said about him Ugh, he was just too sweet it wasn't fair. He can't help but laugh as the other says this. "Ozzie you're too sweet. It's not fair." Fizzarolli said. He never understood how he was able to get someone as sweet as Asmodeus to like him, but he was so happy that two of them met.

It didn't take him long to finish cutting the vegetables. He's been better about not cutting himself by mistake. Knowing that only made more work for Asmodeus. Seeing as he always fixed him up a new arm if he needed it. Though, he always hated seeing the scissors the other brought out every time. But Asmodeus never hurts him and so he's gotten a bit used too it now a days. He just tries to avoid getting hurt that often. He smiles at the kiss on the forehead, before handing him the finished vegetables.

"It's always better when you're here babe." Fizzarolli said. The jester grins at that and claps excitedly. "Yeah, I think I'd like that. Oh we could even make popcorn and eat it while we watch!" Fizarolli suggest. Movies were always better with a snack anyway.

[tainbocuailnge]

arash’s twist is decently spicy but it’ll toss the other characters to the wayside to the point where you could easily edit out basically everyone save for him ozy murasaki and barty. ryouma’s idea suffers less from that issue by keeping izou and arash both involved but that still ignores salieri and jalter. salieri’s character idea is compelling as a way to make him relevant but he offers no actual conclusion. jalter basically cheats by just going later and taking the good bits from other people’s stories to make herself important but it does make her story coherent and gives everyone’s characters a reason to be there including salieri if only because jalter dragged him along. but to have the blatantly most coherent story pitch come out of jalter’s mouth feels like cheating the way giving team nero & salter the best material drops in summer race did, like they knew people were just gonna vote jalter anyway so they decided to at least make that a good story to write lmao it makes me not wanna vote for her. honestly tristan is on to something with the meta take because our movie is obviously amateurish and we’ve established multiple times this event that it’s rude for a writer to presume to know what another writer was trying to do which means there’s a clear motive for the ghost of the director to take murasaki out for trying to make his movie for him and it would grant an interesting conclusion and coherent theme not only to the movie in-story but to the event for us readers. rip roman for having to re-edit the whole movie so far though lmao

[sab-teraa]

Watch with me: Duy Beni episode 4

1. Oh aziz is good. Getting her to trust him 👀

2. Wait?? Did Leyla use a fake pic too? One of ekim??? Why is aziz smelling the wrapper like that? I thought he was playing Ekim or tryna use her to get back at Kanat

3. Okay so I was right aziz knows that Ekim is Ekim and is playing her bc of the mask and yo annoy Kanat

4. Is Kanat in the same year as the rest of them? This man in never in class

5. Ekim better watch how she acts with Bekir 🔪🔪 wtf do you blame him for everything. She’s pissing me off

6. What if Mel clique are the ones behind the mask???

7. That laugh??? Mel is scary. I can’t believe they made her a stand by your man 😭

8. Mel does not like this man. Can she stop forcing it. All she wants is to win

9. YESSSSSSS LEYLA! Let Ayse go to school

10. 35 min in and I’m yet to see ozi

11. I’m so confused by aziz is2g. Does he like Ekim or what?

12. I LOVE BEKIR SO MUCH. HIS SINGING HAS ME LOOOOOL

13. Pls aziz looks like he wants to hurt Bekir over a damn chocolate.

14. OZIIIIII ❤️❤️

15. Aziz is in love with Ekim. Him looking at her when speaking about love ?? Yeah

16. ‘’My destiny seems a bit off’ OZAN 🥲☹️

17. Not Mel being the only one laughing at Ozans stupid jokes 🥺🥺

18. Selim defo got triggered. I wonder if he has a background in bullying? He is either a victim or repenting. I think repenting

19. Yup he is defo repenting

20. Dahgan and Ayse are so adorable! HELPING HER STUDYING OMFG ISIK SINAN VIBES I LOVE THEM

21. I don’t trust Bahar. I think she’s behind the mask. She gives me lowkey mean girl vibes

22. Not the dirty mop water lmaooo. Mel deserved it tho

23. Wait? Is emine the janitors daughter?

24. I DONT TRUST BAHAR

25. Oh oh oh the girls standing up to Mel?? Ceyda damn! Mel is defo losing her crown. I’m stuck between ceyda or Bahar being behind the mask

26. WAIT WAIT WAIT ??? Did ozan and Mel hook up at some point??? What does “you should have learnt by now that no one can come between me and kanat” mean??? 👀 it seemed like a direct jab to ozi rather than a general statement

27. Not Mel saying she smells ew but ozan loving the moment 😭😭😭🤣 also, love how she was okay with him helping her over her so called friends. Actually it seems like he is the only one she accepts serious help from 👀 she even called ozi before Kanat

28. Kanat and Mel are both manipulative towards each other. Idk why people wanna make it seem like only Mel is a bad person when he clearly playing with her feelings

29. I love the sound of the whistles during the romantic scenes

30. The friendships are so badly written and so is the chemistry between that group. The mean group has better chemistry and Ayse + Bekir also have better chemistry with the mean group

31. What did the father do??? So mels mum is alive or what? I think the reason she’s so obsessed with Kanat is bc she doesn’t want a repeat of her parents marriage. She is mad at her dad for not fighting for her mum, so she’s fighting for Kanat despite not being into him. She doesn’t want to fail at this

32. Kanat is most likely going to get Ekim a house

33. Whenever I see leylas shrine of Kanat I lose it laughing 😭🤣

34. Riza is effing scary

35. So Riza was an aziz growing up … I also wonder if his marriage to the mum was arranged.

36. BEKIR I LUV YOU BESTIE 😭🤣 hkm and ceyda? Lmaooo

37. No seriously? What does Kanat do at this school beside drive aziz and play sport??? What year is he in??

38. I really enjoyed the ep. My only criticism is how badly the good side friendships are written + that we don’t really see Ekim or Kanats personality

Also, the actor who plays Bekir is too good. You could sense his fear towards Ozan and his need to protect asye and ekim.

[has-gilgamesh-doneanythingwrong]

If you are still doing headcanons, Gil (any or all Gils), Ozy, Iskander, and anyone else you wanna add learning what strip poker is (if this hasn't been done already 😅)

Hello, anon! Thank you and dw this request hasn't been done just yet! Yes, you came just in time! I will be taking a short break soon tho.

LMAOOOOO XDD I love this request omg XDD more chaos in chaldea ensues. There will be a lotta Gilgamesh but i may lead the story from another character's P.O.V if that's ok ^^

Chaldea: Strip Poker Night

- The Chaldea Late-Nite Club. It was none other than a clandestine gathering within the canteen, in which servants would play daring games against one another and unleash their most scandalous confessions...it was the most hard-boiled, exciting arena for gossiping and drinking!

- In other words, it was Robin Hood's heaven. Slinking out of his room, with a cigarette lying lazily out of his mouth; Robin shuffles his cards as he makes his way to the canteen.

-Tonight was poker night a.k.a ROBIN HOOD NIGHT!!!

- When Robin Hood makes his way in the dead of night-with a nice pep in his step-he hopes to enjoy a nice game of cards with Billy, his favorite trio of Lancers and some of his other good friends, he is horrified to see whose gathered around the table on this particular occasion...

- "You certainly took your sweet time, mongrel. That cowboy was just elucidating us on your rather exemplary knowledge of cards!" As Billy mouths a quiet 'sorry' as he is caught in a rather painful headlock by a drunk Iskandar, Gilgamesh all but roars in Robin's face. "HURRY, YOU SHAN'T MAKE YOUR KINGS WAIT MUCH LONGER!!"

- 'Geh...of all the people to be at tonight's meeting...' What the hell was going on?! Reluctantly sitting next to an inebriated Ozymandias, who was speaking at length about his role as the sun pharaoh and his love of Nefertari to Arash (who was pretty sober); Robin Hood took an extremely deep drag of his cigarette.

- He'd be needing it, that was for certain.

- "Billy, 'fess up. What the heck's going on here?" Robin groans at the sight of the three drunk kings- Iskandar, Ozymandias and Gilgamesh- who were around his regular allies- Billy and Arash-and wonders how on earth they heard about poker night. 'So much for my fun...'

"Ah, you know. Just went for a nice drink, and this rootin'-tootin' barrage of kings followed me here when I said that I was gonna leave for some good old poker. And you know how they are. There's no stopping them..." Billy looked rather worn out.

"Who in their right mind would turn down an offer of poker, boy?!! GWAHAHAHAHA!" Iskandar was beyond wasted.

- "I see. Billy, you must've had a real tough time. You did well to survive them for so long." As they fist-bumped in solidarity, Robin Hood thrust his cards onto the table. "Leave the rest to me."

"Robin..." Billy was moved by his act of camaraderie.

- As Gilgamesh declares for them to get a move on, Robin explains the rules of poker to everyone; as he shuffles the cards. However, when he explains the concept of betting with chips; there is a great uproar.

- "How dare you assume that I would do something as pathetic as bet my funds on such a game!" Refusing to bet any money, Gilgamesh complained. "However, this game would be much too banal if we were to bet these fictional chips." He tosses the chips to the side in frustration. Gilgamesh wanted some real stakes to be tested here, not just imaginary coins!!

- Despite his suggestion, everybody is at a loss of words as to what they should gamble on instead. That is, until Iskandar comes up with a rather novel suggestion.

-He explains how during his time in the Fourth Holy Grail war, he enjoyed travelling with Waver to the store to buy new magazines. "In one particular magazine, I came upon a startling new discovery. In there, people play a game named STRIP POKER!!!" Iskandar explains the rules with gleaming eyes.

- As Robin's face pales as soon as the words are out of Iskandar's mouth (but idk why robin is ripped af); Ozymandias cheers with joy; as Gilgamesh slams his hands on the table. "I'm greatly impressed by such a suggestion, Iskandar. You truly are a great King!!!"

- Robin looks to Arash to comfort, but Arash seems well up for it. And when he points wide-eyed at the kings as he spins towards Billy- he catches Billy laughing. "Give it a go, Robin. I can't wait to see them make fools of themselves." Billy wasn't wrong there, however Robin didn't particularly want to make a pratfall against opponents as vicious as them, either!

- All in all, the game is a horrendous mess. Why on earth was Gilgamesh landing a straight flush every other turn? And why the hell was Arash almost naked by the tenth turn?!!! 'Shit...Well, we are up against people with some incredible luck...' Thanks to Robin's B+ luck stat, he was managing to hang in there, even if it was by a mere thread. Sadly, Robin had lost his entire upper layer of clothing.

- At current, Iskandar had lost only his cape...and the toga covering his lower half. Robin wasn't sure why Iskandar was so eager to remove such large pieces of clothing so early on within the game, but then again; Iskandar was quite the force of nature.

- As Billy was the youngest member of the group; he got to play as the banker who would keep a record of the bets. In other words, he didn't have to strip at all! With a wide smirk on his face, Billy basked in the glory of his lucky escape.

- Finally, Ozymandias destroys absolutely everybody's bets on a turn; and even Gilgamesh is forced to remove some of his armor. What is particularly amusing is that despite not wearing many clothes in the first place, Ozymandias has only had to remove his cape thus far.

- "Though I'm enjoying this game," Arash was still smiling despite the position he was in. "When will we stop? I'm not really up for losing all of my clothes tonight."

-'Wait, he's actually enjoying this?' Robin almost chokes on his drink. 'That Arash is one hell of a guy...'

- "FWAHAHAHA, we're not stopping until the cockerel crows! We're going until morning, mongrel. Although I highly doubt you'll last that long. Royal flush!" Gilgamesh was a man on a mission, aiming for the ultimate annihilation of everybody else.

- Overall, it is a rather fun (not for robin) and extremely competitive night that ends in none other than OZYMANDIAS' WIN!

- Somehow, Robin manages to lose in one piece, whilst Arash...well, let's not focus on that. As for Gilgamesh and Iskandar, they were now entirely topless; downing mega mugs of beer.

- 'That was a fucking nightmare.' Robin hoped that he'd never see them on poker night again.

- "You really have the devil's own luck," Billy claps Robin on the back, as he hands him back his cloak. "Your bluffs are top-notch, Robin."

"Well you know. Let's just say that I've met many tyrants in my past life..."

THE END ;3

[basic-bitch-alkali]

ty for tag ozy<33

1. Are you named after anyone: nope

2. When was the last time you cried: a month ago probably?

3. Do you have kids? nopity niope

4. What sports do you play? i somtimes play badminton, but thats abt it

5. Do you use sarcasm? all day , everyday

6. The first thing you notice about people? their speaking style probably

7. What's your eye colour? the darkest brown out there that makes my eyes look black

8. Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings

9. Any talents? i can write poetry? is that a talent?

10. Where were you born? India

11. What are your hobbies? Writing poetry, drawing, listening to music, randomly strumming my guitar until i make a song and reading books

12. Do you have any pets? yes i have two goldfishes

13. How tall are you? 5'5 and a half

14. Favourite subject in school? English

15. Dream job? writer probably, i just wanna be rich lol

@demigoddess-of-ghosts @allizzprobablynotwell @tiredguyswag @hinsaa-paramo-dharma @ anyone who wants to do this

15 people, 15 questions

Thank you to the lovely @imlivingformyselfdontmindme for the tag! <3

Are you named after anyone? No, I'm not, if you're not counting that random saint from the calendar my mum and brother were looking at. But my mother's great aunt was named Valentina too. She also never married, but nobody knows much about her.

When was the last time you cried? To tell you the truth, I can't really remember! It's been quite a chill month so far.

Do you have kids? No, thank you.

What sports do you play/have you played? I haven't played any sports, but I'm trying to exercise more at home and I've started hulahooping.

Do you use sarcasm? Not much online, but occasionally irl.

What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their hair?

What’s your eye color? Green.

Scary movies or happy endings? Always happy endings, please.

Any talents? I like knitting!

Where were you born? Italy.

What are your hobbies? Knitting, reading, listening to music and watching movies and series, the usual lot.

Do you have any pets? No, never had one.

How tall are you? Around 171cm.

Favorite subject in school? Art History, Literature, English literature, Pedagogy, and Chemistry. I do not know how to study anymore though. Shh.

Dream job? I wanna hide in a castle and pretend I am that castle's ghost. I wonder how long it would take for people to notice me living in it. Probably not very long, but I don't have a very well-designed plan yet.

I would like to tag @pollodigitale, @agentofship, @an-imaginary-raven, @stitch-me-not, @mycatisatool, only if they want to do this!

Have a lovely day, all! 💛🌻🌟

[akampana]

im the anon who asked for obscure artoria ships - tysm for answering! i knew you liked kojiro/artoria from early tpof, but ozymandias/artoria was unexpected! ozytoria sounds interesting from the way you describe it - ive always sort of seen it as an almost-giltoria dynamic minus the hostility and antagonism. i think that modern au idea sounds incredibly sweet 😭 honestly i like the idea of them but there is virtually no fancontent OR canon content of them (besides that one lartoria comment in ozy's interlude?) so its a half-built ship for me as of now. and yes, please talk about kojiro/artoria for the ship game! i'd love to see more of your thoughts on them. on nobu/artoria - YES nobu is incredibly beautiful its crazyyy. i got into shipping them because of mastoria/nobu in koha-ace, interactions in fgo and a user's thoughts on them here on tumblr (you can find them if you search up nobutoria).

Hi, @glowingarchive! good to see you in the inbox. :)

Oh, no way, really? Thought I was being subtle with Kojirou apparently not XD. And your thoughts on Ozy and Arturia, I totally agree. If you want, I made art for them a while ago, but didn't end up posting it.

*cracks knuckles* Alright, let's go.

Kojirou Sasaki X Arturia Pendragon - SHIP IT

What made you ship it?

This is gonna sound strange, but do hear me out.

My love for this ship evolved from the first time it caught my attention, but to be completely honest it all started with another ship: Diarturia.

After re-watching and re-reading FZ, FSN, and UBW, something kept coming up for me. We all know FZ is an incredible prequel sequel, created with stunning precision to fit the already existing narrative, which is why, even when consuming the series as a whole based on the timeline of events, Arturia's character still makes sense.

Their expert craftmanship made the fact that the 5th HGW is Saber's second attempt a lot clearer. Why? because it brings to the table a theme that was already there and yet not too fleshed out:

Deja vu. Or, in Saber's case, a double deja vu.

For example, this line:

Before Zero, it only means 'oh cool so she's fought spearmen before.' but after Zero, you finally know exactly who she's talking about.

But why do I say it's a double deja vu for her?

Let's begin with the obvious one. The parallels between Cú and Diarmuid are pretty clear. Like you just know Zero Lancer's character was patterned after the existing Lancer, but given another purpose. There are gifsets all over Tumblr that illustrate their similarity too.

BUT Cú and Arturia (ooh it kills me to say this) only just fall short of the borderline flirtatious "I wanna have a glorious fight to the death with you because you're worthy" energy. Furthermore, they meet only briefly.

So where did they get that?

Kojirou bloody Sasaki

More below the cut.

It's parallel time. (there are a few more but hnggg tumblr limits)

THEY PROTECC. THEY ATTAC. BUT MOST IMPORTANTLY THEY WANNA FIGHT HER BACK.

No, but seriously. I don't think this is a coincidence. Diarmuid must have been some sort of amalgamation of Kojirou and Cú, the best of both. And that is also why the previous deja vu point hits harder.

Honestly, when that realization came, I was totally not expecting it. I was supposed to be looking for Diarturia crumbs and instead I found myself another whole-ass cookie. And one that unjustly has barely anything in the fandom, even if we have more straightforward lines like this:

Which is, by the way, one of the answers to the next question.

What are your favorite things about the ship?

So, now that you know how I got into shipping this, unorthodox as it seems, I think it's time to move past the parallels and into more solid ground.

Unlike other relationships that are more ambiguous and rely on potential, Kojirou's attraction to her is so in your face, it's refreshing.

Their banter is *chef's kiss*

It's only overshadowed because he so quickly became a gag servant, and ofc because the focus of the anime was Shirou. (Why did they do him like that though, he's actually so cool??? I mean, did Saber truly even beat him?? like???)

Saber comments on his skill with the sword, going so far as to say he outclasses him in swordsmanship. bruh, you can't take that lightly

They both see each other as worthy opponents. She literally tells him he's worthy of her full attention.

Kojirou sees her as the fulfillment of his wish, and Saber bloody actually gets to grant him the fight of his 'life' (FSN and UBW, not HF ;n;) when she couldn't do the same for a certain former rival. She even promises their fight's resolution because it is so important to her to see it through (UBW).

Kojirou really wants that fight, and fairly, without interruption. Which is why in FSN he goes as far as to stop the fight before Rider can spy on Saber's sword. And then later on, literally tells Shirou and Rin he doesn't give a shit about them, he just wants to fight Saber.

When he calls her out on holding back, especially since they're both running out of time, she apologizes and reveals Excalibur so they can fully face each other at full strength. UGH THE CHEMISTRY HGNGNGNGNGN. Also, since he knows this is their last fight, he's giving off "look at me, focus on me, don't think about anything else" vibes.

Also, man, Kojirou Sasaki really be out here serving up blatant eye smex every time they share the screen I swear to god.

Like let me give you a line from UBW 23, 19:08, right after Assassin notices she's damaged his katana

Arturia: Our positions...Assassin...are you... (that's what the subs say but Saber says "kisama" so I read it as "you bastard")

Kojirou, smirking: Is it wise to pull your blows? In this position, I could send you flying.

*Kojirou steps forward pressuring their locked swords and causing her to shuffle back a bit*

Arturia: Is that why you deliberately entered my range?

Look, Sasaki, we all see what you're doing, ya ain't slick.

Taken out of context and heck even *in* context that's sexual tension right there.

You better bet if he had the chance he'd be sticking that long-ass sword in-

Is there an unpopular opinion you have about your ship?

It's...baffling how unknown this ship is like...look at all that material. I mean of course it's going to be trounced in popularity by Shirou x Saber, GilArt, and Diarturia , but it should at least have accumulated enough of a following like Cuturia, for example.

Thank you for the ask! Hope you enjoyed the read as much as I enjoyed constructing this. :) feel free to share to gain more fans mwahahahahah join the dark side we have cookiessss

[cityandking]

9, 22, and 49 for dai!! 💜 (and if you wanna add anyone else)

thanks arden!! // super detailed questions about your oc

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

I think probably, yeah. He's very calm and steady, which I figure is a plus for dealing with animals? Also he's got hella WIS so his animal handling is high.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

Daichi would never insult someone behind their back. Or their face. Or at all. Daichi is the sort of person who said pointed, not-untrue things, but only when the situation calls for it. That doesn't preclude him from being mean, but I don't think that's the same as insulting someone. I think possibly the closest he's come lately has been when the scary fey lady asked if she seemed easy to take advantage of and he said yes. He's also made some less-than-gracious remarks about Ozy, but Ozy kind of asks for it. (He also very much hurt Izzy's feelings, but that wasn’t intended as an insult, that was just, like, bad communication.)

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

His holy symbol, probably. He doesn't really have any objects or items that aren't somehow useful. He's incredibly pragmatic in terms of his belongings. Even the holy symbol is like. Obviously a magic thing but also an important object for its own sake. I think he's probably pretty sentimental, but he puts most of that into writing. Maybe his letters to his dad are up there among his most valued objects??

[enden-k]

I think Ozy really could use some attention from DW 😭 An animation update or a costume... just please DW hes such a good servant! Hes not even one of the new ones but he's still Top Tier, just cherish him a bit... I hope when the Camelot movie comes out they will give something to us because if not then i will start a petition...

i feel like i answered this ask before but im not so sure AKJCSBKJ i really didnt check my inbox for a while on pc and didnt answer to everything yet, just yesterday on phone oh dear 

but yess!! thats what i keep saying, like of course there are other servants who really need an update more but i do hope Ozy will get one soon as well bc this man has only like 3 different attack animations + his extra and his head looks so weird in 2nd ascension (a shame bc i love when his hair is up) so yeah!! heres me hoping my man will shine some time in the future hahah.....also yesss a costume would be cool too, im really in love with his outfit from the casino CE (in case you dont know which one i mean:

i just wanna see him all fancy. though that black outfit of his wouldnt be so bad either...........

BUT ANW Ozy is still best and i need new Ozy content soon haha <3

[imjusthereforbatfam]

Never-Ending Encore, ch.6

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7

Chapter Summary: Best way to make a new friend in the most dangerous city in the world? Simple! Offer them baked goods as a thanks after they patch you up from almost dying in a knife fight!! So easy!!! :D

Warning: minor blood, minor swearing

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“There you go,” Red Hood said opening the window to Eden’s fire escape from inside the apartment. She’d cautiously – and, in this instance, annoyingly – locked it earlier. “Back at Casa de Eden, safe and—”

“Don’t do that again!” she whisper-shrilled in his face.

Red Hood jerked back, surprised. The nerve! He knew full well he’d given Eden a heart attack vaulting off the fire escape like that. And he barely held on to the building while he checked her other window!

“You scared the livin' crap out of me! We’re on the ninth floor, for Pete’s sake!"

He scoffed. “Guess it’s a good thing you left the other window unlocked then, huh? Can you imagine? One little slip then, splat! No more Red Hood." He sniffed obnoxiously and wiped an imaginary tear from the eye of his helmet. "So sad."

“Oh please.” Eden rolled her eyes as she passed her groceries to him. “Like you wouldn’t have pulled out your grappling hook or something and saved yourself.”

“Oh?” He offered her his free hand, dropping the act. “So you mean I had everything under control? And you had nothing to freak out about? Imagine that.”

“Listen you,” Eden said taking his hand, allowing him to help her through the window. “You know well and good by now that I am a panicky person. The very least you could do is give me a heads up before you do something crazy like that!”

“Alright, fine. Don’t freak out, but I’m about to walk over to your table. So scary!”

She rolled her eyes again. "Yeah, I’m absolutely petrified, Mr. Hood.”

He let out a small amused sound. 

Cautiously holding her, he led her toward her kitchen table. Eden felt a little ridiculous, but he probably thought she’d keel over if he let her walk on her own. That's what would probably happen to a normal person who’d lost as much blood as her. So, despite being perfectly fine, she played along — totally not enjoying how close he was to her. Nope. Not even the littlest bit. 

But as he led her across the room, Eden couldn’t help but see her place with a fresh set of eyes. The kind a person only ever saw through when an unexpected visitor walked through their door — or, in this case, window.

Her apartment was so tiny and barren there honestly wasn’t much to see to begin with. But that didn’t stop Eden from noticing every flaw that was there. Every crumb and speck of dust. Every scuff and scratch that marked the fake wooden floor. The huge pile of “clean” clothes sitting on a chair next to her – thankfully closed – closet door. The walls void of anything but cracks, holes, and an old pair of coat hooks by the front door. 

Being in such a small space, and hoping to be able to afford something a little nicer in the not-too-distant future, Eden had decided early on not to fill it with any big or unnecessary furniture. It wasn’t like she needed much to begin with, and she didn’t want to deal with nine flights of stairs when she moved, so it had made sense.

Plus, it wasn’t like she planned on ever having guests. Even if she had people to invite over, inviting anybody to her neck of the woods would just be asking for trouble. Her neighborhood was far too… unneighborly. She’d feel tremendously guilty if anything bad happened to someone who shouldn’t be there to begin with.

But now that she had a guest, Eden severely regretted not trying to turn the rundown studio into something a little homier.

Her “living area” was a piss poor sight with only a lazily made-up mattress and a scratched-up coffee table to fill it. The mattress, which sat on the floor, acted as both Eden’s bed and couch; its sheets half sprawled, half bunched up in a way that Mama never would’ve allowed. The square coffee table – small enough for her to have carried onto the subway with only a little trouble – was absolutely covered in scattered piles of books, notebooks, and pens. Her laptop and headphones – the only things she’d splurged on with Frank’s money – sat on her bed, glaringly shiny and new compared to everything around them.

At least the tight galley kitchen was clean and tidy. She still swept and wiped everything down each night, just like she would back home. Even if the linoleum was unsalvageable in places and the counters worn down, it looked better to Eden than the living space. The colorful dishrags, oven mitts, and canisters of utensils gave it more character than any other space in the apartment. Made it more… presentable.

“By the way, please tell me that’s not your cellphone,” Red Hood groaned.

Eden glanced down at her phone, still on the kitchen table where she’d left it, right next to the tiny notebook of phone numbers. Then she looked up at him, confused.

“Of course it is… Whose else would it be?”

He made a gruff sound, stopping in front of the chair Eden had fled from... gosh, was it only an hour ago? She sat down as he set her bags in front of her with a loud thud. 

“Seriously? You went out this late and you didn’t even bring your phone? Do you still think you’re in Kansas, Dorothy?”

Eden frowned. “I know exactly where I am, Glinda.”

“I am not Glinda,” he argued.

“Then are you Elphaba? Or the Great and Powerful Oz himself?” She twirled her hand and dipped her head, giving him a quick, theatrical bow. “Your Oziness.”

He snorted. “I’m just saying it was stupid.”

“I know it was stupid, I just…”

Her eyes flickered down to the little notebook with all her friends and family’s numbers inside. Guilt pulled at her heartstrings. Then she looked to her phone.

Like her laptop and headphones, it was new and bought with Frank’s money. The same money she used to get here. The money he'd given her for trusting him with her “donation”. For agreeing to that stupid meeting in the first place. For thinking he was still her father after all these years.

What a joke.

“It doesn’t matter,” she huffed, snatching them up as she stood. “I’m just an idiot.”

She moved to the smallest of her kitchen drawers, her designated “junk drawer”. So far it only contained a few pens, a pad of post-it notes, a screwdriver, some scissors, and a hair tie. She tossed the phone and notebook in too and shut it roughly.

“Anyway.” She turned back to Red Hood. “What would you like for your thank you?”

Red Hood, who’d been watching at her intently, lifted his head slightly. “Huh?”

“What would you like?” she asked again, thinking it obvious. “I know you liked the cookies I made last week. I think it was snickerdoodles, right? Did you want some more of those or something else?”

“Or… Wait, what?”

“Or something else,” she repeated. “I know you’re keen on calling me that dumb cookie name, but I bake more than cookies, you know. Brownies, fudge, pie, cake — you name it! It doesn’t even have to be sweet either. The only thing I can’t do is make something with filling. I mean, I could but I haven’t bought a piping bag so I’d have to make do with a makeshift one; which, again, I could do, but it’d be a lot messier and I'm actually not that great at filling pastries either way, so I’d really rather not, but—”

“Wait, wait,” he said raising a hand and moving forward. “What are you talking about? Piping bags? Filling?”

“Uh, a thank you?” she said, again, like it was obvious. “You helped me a lot tonight and I want to make it up to you."

“You’ve already thanked me a few times,” he said turning his head a moment. “You really don’t have to—”

“Ohhhh no you don’t, Mr. Hood!” she said stepping forward and wagging her finger at him. “Don't you pretend you didn't go out of your way for me tonight. I know you did, and I know y’all aren’t that big on manners here, but it’s only right I go a little out of my way too to repay you for it.”

"But I can’t stay with you all night, Cookie Girl,” he teased, crossing his arms and leaning against the counter opposite her. “There might be some other dumbass buying eggs and flour in the middle of the night who gets in a knife fight. Can't leave them to bleed out on the streets, now can I?"

"I suppose not," she agreed. "Though I have to admit I'm a little disappointed." She pouted and fluttered her eyelashes. "You really don't think I'm a one-of-a-kind kind of dumbass, Mr. Hood?"

Red Hood barked out a laugh, making Eden grin.

“Oh hey, how about this!" she said jumping black to their original conversation. "I can make a batch of fudge and keep it until you have time in your very busy rescuing-total-idiots schedule to stop by again. Would that work?”

He rubbed the jaw of his helmet as he considered it, then turned to her again. “How good’s your fudge?”

She choked on a laugh at how serious he sounded and cleared her throat. “Pretty good, I’d say. Never heard any complaints and I’ve been making it about as long as I’ve been making cookies.”

He hummed comically loud, the distortion making it unharmonious. “Tempting. Very tempting."

“Annnnnd,” she said leaning forward, “it’d be another one of my Mama’s recipes. It doesn't get much better than that, Mr. Hood, I promise you.”

He hummed again. “I guess one batch of fudge couldn’t hurt.”

“Perfect!” Eden beamed, clapping her hands together. “Any allergies I should know about? Nuts? Dairy? Special calorie diet? Please say no to that one; I hate dealing with low-fat nonsense. I'll do it, of course, for you, but I won't like it.”

“Nah,” he said, sounding amused. “I'm good with whatever. Go crazy, Cookie Girl.”

“Alrighty then. Oh!” She steepled her fingertips and drummed them together, grinning. “Oh, I know exactly what I'll make you... hehehe...”

“Uh, should I be scared?” 

“Not at all, Mr. Hood!" she said far too sweetly. "You said go crazy, so crazy I'll go.”

He shook his head at her, then tilted it slightly. “You might wanna take a shower before you go too crazy."

"Hm?"

He nodded to her shirt and Eden glanced down.

“Oh. Right.” She still looked like a crime scene. She looked up at him again, sheepishly. "Sorry."

He shrugged, unbothered. "Don't be sorry. I’m just not huge a fan of blood in my fudge.”

"That's fair," Eden giggled, grateful for the ease that came from talking to him. She looked at her shirt again, grimaced, and pulled at the bloodied fabric. “I should probably go do that now actually...”

“I'll get out of your hair then," Red Hood said pushing himself away from the counter. "Try not to get your stitches wet if you can help it.” Then he stopped and turned as if remembering something. Eden waited until he finally decided to speak. “You seem to be able to hold yourself up now.”

Suddenly, remembering the role she was meant to be playing, her body self-corrected and started to droop to one side. Eden corrected that self-correction by dramatically shifting her weight to the other side then back again — like she was testing her balance in a very, very bizarre way.

“Yeah," she said standing upright again. "I’m not as dizzy as I was before.” Which was not untrue. She’d been extremely dizzy when he'd first found her and wasn’t at all now, so, technically, not a lie. “But I’ll sit down if it gets bad again. That’s what you’re supposed to do, right?”

Red Hood nodded slowly, not saying anything. He slung the black medical bag off his shoulder and put it on the table next to her groceries.

“I’ll leave this in case you need it," he muttered.

Eden nodded, knowing she wouldn’t, then walked him to the window. “Thanks, Mr. Hood. I’ll try to replace whatever I use." She smiled. "I don’t suppose you could give me a rough ballpark on when you might come back?” 

“What,” he teased climbing back onto her fire escape, “miss me already?”

“No,” she said too quickly. “Of course not. Don’t be dumb. I’m asking for the, uh, timeline. For… fudge. Purposes. Obviously.”

“Obviously,” he repeated, kneeling in front of her window.

Eden’s cheeks grew warmer and she looked away. “Anyway," she mumbled. "I’m home by 7 most nights. But Sunday or Monday night would work best for me.”

“Alright, I’ll try to shoot for one of those.” Red Hood glanced over his shoulder and down the street. “I really should go now, Cookie Girl.” He stood from the window and pulled out his grappling hook. “Try not to do anything too stupid while I’m gone.”

“Yeah, I’ll do my best,” she scoffed. “Try not to do anything too crazy before you come back." 

He snorted. “I’ll do my best.”

Eden smiled, becoming more sincere. "I'll see you later then, Mr. Hood."

"Yeah. See you later, Cookie Girl." 

He jumped off the fire escape and Eden leaned out her window to watch him soar across the street. He passed several buildings before landing on a rooftop, where he paused for a moment.

He looked back at her and Eden jerked in surprise, nearly smacking her head against the glass. She sent him a small, shy wave, embarrassed at having been caught watching him go, and Red Hood returned it with a raise of his hand. It looked like he might be shaking his head, too.

Eden quickly ducked back inside and shut and locked her window. She spun around and leaned against it, trying to calm her beating heart and fiery face.

She was already being stupid, it seemed. She really had no reason to be so embarrassed! People watch other people leave their houses all the time! Eden had stood out on the front porch plenty of times back home to watch folks go — sometimes with a smile and a wave, sometimes with a scowl and a rifle in her arms. So how was watching Red Hood go any different? She shook her head and sighed.

That sigh acted as a signal and started a chain reaction.

With nobody else around, her body freely began to set off all kinds of alarms. It had saved her from another encore, yes; and now it demanded its due. She was tired, starved, and just flat out weak from her body's efforts to keep her alive. 

The sudden wave of exhaustion nearly brought her to the floor. “Okay,” she mumbled, forcing herself to stand up straight. “Food, then shower, then sleep. Then everything ’ll be better,” she promised.

She stagged back to the table to take care of her groceries. Aside from a few cracked eggs, everything was still intact and, considering the adventurous night she’d had, Eden counted that as a victory.

She could have turned on the stove and heated up some leftovers. She wasn’t so hungry that she was just grabbing anything and shoving it into her mouth. But sleep's siren call was loud and clear, and Eden was eager for bed, so she ate her food cold standing over the sink. The casserole dish was empty before her stomach was full, but it would suffice until morning. 

When she turned on the bathroom light and saw her reflection, she froze. Is this what she'd looked like all night? No wonder Red Hood had been so concerned! She looked like she’d caught the red death and was bleeding from every pore! Her shirt was completely soaked through, which she’d already known, but some of the blood had also seeped into her coat and even her pants.

She took a step closer to the mirror. “Holy heck…” Red Hood agreeing to see her again was nothing short of a miracle.

The blood had completely stained the skin around her neck and chest. Only the space around her stitches was clean. The top of her hair was wild and windswept while the bottom half was damp and matted with blood. Her cheeks grew warm as some silly part of her lamented over Red Hood seeing her so gross and uncouth. She tried to fix her hair – as if doing so now would somehow change how she’d looked before – but gave up shortly after beginning. 

She turned on the shower and peeled the wet, sticky clothing from her body. Stepping into the hot water, the leftover strain in her muscles eased further, making it harder to keep herself upright. Using her nails, she picked at the adhesive part of the band-aid Red Hood had, half-jokingly, stuck to her palm before bringing her home. The cut, little more than a paper cut now, stung as soap suds and shampoo found their way into the tiny cracks of her skin.

At first, she tried to keep her stitches dry like Red Hood had told her, but gave up quickly. She was too tired for all that. And whatever consequences there were for a normal person wetting their stitches, it likely wouldn’t affect Eden much. Besides, the constant stream of warm water on her neck felt amazing. At least until washed-out conditioner seeped into her stitches. Then Eden regretted everything.

When she got out, she rubbed the mirror clean of fog to inspect her neck. It was just as she’d predicted.

Though red with irritation, the cut no longer reached down to her collarbone and the once deep gash in the crook of her neck was now but a shallow slice. By the time she woke up tomorrow, she doubted there would be anything left of the wound at all. The stitches had been, as she'd known, completely unnecessary. And now she was stuck with them. And would soon have no slice, no cut, nor wound to justify their existence. Great.

Turning out the light, she took a long breath. Hopefully, her body would make short work of the stitches and they would dissolve quickly. But until then, she would just have to keep her neck covered.

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When she finally crawled into bed, Eden snuggled into her covers and replayed the night in her mind. For as much agony as his stitches had – and would – put her through, Red Hood had transformed her awful, lonely night into something warm and wonderful. And now, she even had something to look forward to. As she drifted off to sleep, Eden found herself smiling. Maybe, somewhere in this big, dangerous city, Red Hood was smiling, too.

She giggled softly at the thought, hoping that maybe – just maybe – he was eager to see her again, too.

Chapter 7

Kinda short this time but I hope it was still a nice read!

As always, even the tiniest feedback is loved and appreciated 🥰💕

[ardenssolis]

@hopemerged​ said (inbox):

"hey hey hey ozy! wait a sec!"

"I'm sorry I'm so late again... But my gift is ready! Do you wanna see?

pa-chow! fresh bread straight from the oven! Well you see, i didnt wanna give u chickpeas again so....

I want to spend the rest of today laughing with you

     ❝HM?❞ OZYMANDIAS PAUSED IN his stride, a brow raising curiously for a moment. However, upon seeing Arash, his entire countenance seemed to brighten considerably. How easy it was for him to forget literally anything else now that his most favored person had come to claim his attention (and claim it they did with a frightening ease – as to be expected). The apology that left the other’s mouth was unnecessary, especially considering that no matter what Arash did or didn’t do, Ozymandias was forgiving of him regardless. There didn’t need to be a gift presented to him – unlike with everyone else – because just being in the Archer’s presence was pleasing enough. What could possibly outshine this? Them? There was absolutely no answer as nothing existed that could in his eyes. Before he could state this, though, Arash quickly brought out the gift he had prepared, all glowing energy and smiles to follow. Ozymandias’ gaze shifted from him to that warm bread, his lips curling into a genuine smile as his gaze became no different from warmed honey. It was all so simple, and yet…it was the effort that mattered to him.

     The fact that he was thought of.

     The fact that someone took the time to create something with their own two hands…for him. For a man who had been showered with countless expensive gifts his entire life, this would always touch his heart the most. Then the words that followed… ‘I want to spend the rest of today laughing with you.’ This warrior sure knew how to make a heart flutter without even meaning to. It had been so long since he had felt anything like this, so long that for a moment, he merely wished to bask in it all.

     Arash Kamangir…

     Did they know the effect they had on this proud pharaoh? Truly know? Ah, but Arash had always held such an honest aura about him. It was one of the things in concerns to the Archer that he thought was truly beautiful, even more so for one so used to ulterior motives and half-truths. It was all so…refreshing in a way no words could properly convey. He stepped closer to close what small distance lingered between them before reaching out to place his hand upon the Archer’s cheek. ❝You ridiculous Archer. You did not need to bring me anything at all. However…I thank you regardless.❞ Chuckling gently, he leaned in, soon to brush bangs from the other’s forehead so that his lips could rest upon soft skin. He lingered for a moment’s time, soon to pull away and grin. ❝Then let us make the most of this day, then, hm? When night falls, I wish to take you upon Mesektet to bath in the light of the stars…but before that, let us enjoy our time within these walls together.❞

[the-melting-world]

The Empress | Playbook Commentary [Side B]

Need to catch up? The full album can be found here: The Empress

Note: Song lyric application may not always correspond with the original meaning / intention of the song’s origins.

Enjoy these breakdowns of the lyrics that influenced and inspired some of the events and imagery used in The Empress. All songs with the exception of the EP “Burgh Island” are borrowed from Ben Howard’s albums Every Kingdom and I Forget Where We Were

cw: mentions of drowning, mentions of death

~ Side B Playlist ~

“Oats in the Water”

“The Wolves”

“Evergreen”

“Time is Dancing”

“Burgh Island”

“The Fear”

“I Will Be Blessed”

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“Oats in the Water”

Lyrics that had the most impact on the chapter

Go your way / I'll take the long way 'round / I'll find my own way down / As I should

And you'll find loss / And you'll fear what you found / When weather comes / Tearing down

Commentary

“I'll take the long way 'round / I'll find my own way down / As I should” – At this stage, Kipling has had to suffer from the side effects of the resurfacing of her magic without any answers. Since there hasn’t been anyone to help her understand what’s happening to her, she’s been forced to take the long way to arrive at some answers.

“And you'll fear what you found / When weather comes / Tearing down” – Kipling fears her magic because she doesn’t understand it yet. The “weather” alludes to the storms that she’s at the mercy of in her dreams. She wakes up from her nightmares feeling like she almost drowned.

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“The Wolves”

Lyrics that had the most impact on the chapter:

Falling from high places / Falling through lost spaces / Now that we're lonely / Now that we're so far from home / Watching from both sides / These towers been tumbling down / I lost my mind here / I lost my patience with the Lord

Where you been hiding lately? / Where you been from hiding from the news? / Because we've been fighting lately / We've been fighting with the wolves / Red tongues and hands

Commentary

“Falling from high places / Falling through lost spaces” – reflecting the imagery of Kipling falling through the portals into Strength’s realm

“These towers been tumbling down / I lost my mind here / I lost my patience with the Lord” – Kipling is very disoriented when she arrives in Strength’s realm. Seeing Khleo there only adds to her confusion. In this case “the Lord” would be Strength, who is pretty aggressive towards Kipling when she tries to get past her so she can see Khleo. 

“Red tongues and hands” – this imagery goes well with Strength’s description in this chapter. In general, I incorporate a lot of reds and golds into any imagery associated with the Strength Tarot card.

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“Evergreen”

Lyrics that had the most impact on the chapter:

Christmas flared amongst us / And we called it evergreen / Built a world without your love / Now I'm all out at sea

Take me back to the catacombs / I am tempted by her love / Bluest eyes against my own skin / I have never been so caught up / Looking around I see memories / What it was, oh, what it was / There in the lights you said something / But I can't remember what

Commentary

"Christmas flared..." - Christmas is a time of receiving gifts. The “gift” that Kip has is both Ozy and the knowledge that Khleo is somewhere out there. 

"Built a world without your love" - all this time Kip has been without the love of her childhood friends. 

"Now I'm all out at sea" - reinforces the ocean imagery associated with Kipling and this idea that she's still alone / doesn't know what to do with this information.

"I am tempted by her love" - Kip's reading suggests that she's clinging too strongly to the memory of Khleo. 

"I have never been so caught up" - reflection of how Kip’s feelings for Khleo can overwhelm her.

"Looking around I see memories... But I can't remember what" - the more memories Kipling acquires of her time with Khleo, the more she gets lost in them, as shown towards the end of her reading with Muriel.

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“Time is Dancing”

Lyrics that had the most impact on the chapter:

Wrapped up in dissonance / I'm sorry that I just walked away / Lost in the insignificance of mine / I had no words to say / Now I am better / I implore you to say it isn't right

Hold it in, let's go dancing / I do believe we're only passing through / Wired again, look who's laughing / You again, all you, all you, all you

Commentary

“Lost in the insignificance of mine” - this is a nod to Ozy's pursuit of grey magic. Depending on how you look at it, you could definitely make the argument that Ozy going into isolation for a decade wasn't worth what he gained in the end -"insignificance". 

“Wrapped up in dissonance" connects to a lot of the maze/puzzle imagery associated with Ozy and the library where he spent the last ten years. 

"I implore you to say it isn't right" - It's never explicitly said until “I Will Be Blessed”, but there is this uneasiness that Kip experiences in regards to Ozy's choices that suggests she disagrees with the direction he took after she left for Vesuvia.

“Hold it in, let's go dancing” - Ozy helps Kip "hold it in" by distracting her. He tells her to watch the center of his back. He knows the memories of the past are still a very sensitive subject. For much of their reunion they are "dancing" around the subject of what happened with Khleo

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“Burgh Island”

Lyrics that had the most impact on the chapter:

Oh your brown eyes shine a sure light on the way to go / And the sun tries you, reeling home against your glow / And we lost sight of it, breath tied up in summer’s hold / And your eyes screamed it / Burgh Island, in sepia tones

Commentary

“your brown eyes shine… and the sun tries you, reeling home against your glow” - these lyrics reflect the sun imagery associated with Ozy. There is a lot of foreshadowing in this chapter that hints at the ways in which his patron Arcana will become more significant throughout his own character development.

“And we lost sight of it, breath tied up in summer’s hold” - this line echoes the moment that the trio became disconnected from each other all at once - the day that Khleo was taken by the Door. Much of their unresolved interpersonal conflict is “tied up” in that moment from their childhood, which has left all of them “lost” in some important ways.

“And your eyes screamed it / Burgh Island…” - Once again in this chapter, Kip and the Arcana LIs can sense that Ozy has been profoundly affected by his time in isolation. “Burgh Island” in this case would reference the “island” that he’s been stranded on for the past 10 years. In Ozy’s case, it’s his underwater library.

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“The Fear”

Lyrics that had the most impact on the chapter:

I've been worrying / That I'm losing the ones I hold dear / I've been worrying / That we all / Live our lives / In the confines of fear

My, my cold hearted child / Tell me how you feel / Just a grain in the morning air / Dark shadow on the hill

Commentary

“I’ve been worrying / that I’m losing the ones I hold dear” - Kip constantly worries that she’s never going to get back to Khleo or mend things with Ozy.

“We all live our lives / in the confines of fear” - Kip’s fear of intruding in Strength’s realm makes her hesitant to go back there to search for Khleo. Kip’s also been harboring fear of what Asra will think of her reading with Muriel and the emotions she’s been holding onto regarding Khleo.

“Tell me how you feel” - Asra spends time trying to get Kip to open up.

“Just a grain in the morning air / dark shadow on the hill” - Asra easily picks up on Kip’s anxiety around these subjects. He comforts her, knowing that she still feels very helpless “just a grain in the morning air” and uneasy about pursuing the answers that have been haunting her all this time “dark shadow on the hill”. There are more lyrics in the song that reinforce this feeling of problems seeming too big for one person to handle / out of your grasp - “Just a blade in the grass” for example and “A spoke unto the wheel”

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“I Will Be Blessed”

Lyrics that had the most impact on the chapter:

Oh my ghost came by / Said who do you love the most / Who you wanna call before you die

Oh hey, heaven is the place we know / Heaven is the arms that hold us / Long before we go

Oh if you're there when the world / Comes to gather me in, oh if you're there / I will be blessed

Commentary

“Who do you love the most / Who you wanna call before you die” - These lyrics reflect the confrontational tone this chapter takes when it comes to Kip’s feelings towards her childhood friends. The Strength Major Arcana doesn’t take it easy on Kip. She’s very straightforward with how Kip messed up and challenges her to fix her mistakes. Later on in the chapter, Kip is straightforward with Ozy about where she went wrong and how much he means to her.

“Oh hey, heaven is the place we know / Heaven is the arms that hold us / Long before we go” - The more walls Kip breaks down with Ozy, the more she’s able to let go of her pain and replace it with joy and unconditional love. She gets a sense of what “heaven” is like when she finally reaches this point where she can embrace Ozy without all of the tension and guilt that has been holding her back from moving on. Ozy experiences the same feeling when Kip reaches this point. This is the moment when he’s able to start his own journey towards healing.

“Oh if you're there when the world / Comes to gather me in… I will be blessed” - This line reinforces the realization that Kipling and her friends need each other in order to get through the hardest times of their lives, as the end-of-the-world hyperbole suggests “when the world comes to gather me in”

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I’ll always follow you (part 2)

Hi guys thank you for reading this!! It’s part two of I’ll always follow you! I’m going to time jump to when they are 13 I’ll jump forward in time in a few chapters

(A few years later)

Zuko was pacing the floor excitedly he was finally going to try and go to his first war meeting!

“I’m finally going to start learning what I need to become fire lord y/n! I’m going to be the best fire lord, I’m going to do so much good when I get the title!”

I couldn’t help but smile at him. He was so excited to start learning how to rule, and he was finally going to make sure he was prepared. Although I was excited for him I wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get disappointed if his dad shot down his idea of sitting in on a war meeting.

I stood up to get his attention, waking over to him, he grabbed my hands and help them to his chest. (Although Zuko and I have never made anything official he is very touchy with me that makes me quite hopeful)

“I’m finally going to gain my fathers respect y/n”

I used some of the motions Zuko and I made to tell him I’m happy for him, but I’m worried

“Why are you worried?”

Again I tried to tell him ‘you know your father’

He chuckled at that “he’s going to have to let me learn sometime... he will be proud of me y/n I just know it!”

I smiled at him, almost afraid of his optimism. He puts so much hope into his father and wants his respect so badly.

“Will you wait here while I go to the meeting!”

I smile and nod ready for whatever will come of the meeting. I walk over to his bed, it isn’t unfamiliar to me, as we grew we ended up spending more time in here and there are plenty of times that I have fallen asleep while we were talking or just being with each other. Way to many times Iv woken up in this bed without having planned to sleep over.

I sign to him good luck, and he smiles and starts his journey to the war room.

Sitting in his room I end up working on creating little bits of lightning from my fingertips, I have done a bit of big lightning before, but controlling it has been kind of hard so Iv been focusing on controlling little bits of lightning.

Suddenly Zuko burst into the room clearly it hadn’t gone well! He was breathing heavy and mumbling something about a Agni Kai! I quickly stood up and moved him to sit on the bed. I grabbed his face and made him look at me.

I grabbed his hands and try to ask what happened.

“I called out a general and I’m going to have a Agni Kai with him!”

I move my hand to draw a question mark on his chest to ask why.

“They’re going to send in an entire devision of new worriers to get slaughtered as a distraction!”

I grabbed his head and hugged him. Holding him close. I moved my hand under his ponytail to draw onto his back of his neck spelling out ‘I-M S-O-R-R-Y, W-E W-E W-I -L-L F-I-G-U-R-E T-H-I-S O-U-T’

“I’m going to fight y/n, and I’m going to win.”

Me and Zuko started training again getting him ready for his Agni Kai, while I won most of the time as not to give him false hope but I would let him win ever once in a while to make him feel better, I just couldn’t help it, seeing him smile and how proud he was of himself was just to good!

And finally it was the day, before he had to start I made sure I saw him, to wish him good luck and took my seat in the stands. But I very quickly realized something was wrong... it wasn’t a general ready to fight Zuko, it was FireLord Ozi! As Zuko turned around a realized this himself he lost all the confidence we had built up for him. He fell to the floor to beg his father not to. I couldn’t look Zuko was breaking down before my eyes. And before I knew it I heard him screaming.

His father had said that him not fighting showed weakness and was banishing him to find the Avatar. While Zuko had been closed off every since his Agni Kai I knew I couldn’t let him go without me. My father would never let me go with the now disgraced prince I packed a bag and snuck onto the ship before Zuko had boarded and hid in his room.

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Thank you for reading! I’ll probably get a new part out tomorrow! Request if you wanna!!