#parry singing? i'm DEAD

[ghirahimbo]

I hope you don't mind me coming here to absolutely sing your praises because if not for your post I would have never realized there was more possible dialog durning the windblight (and probably the others) fight.

You ok? GEE REVALI I JUST GOT SNIPED WHAT DO YOU THINK?

But also Some healing...? Is just so hilarious to me I just imagine Revali's ghost there like? Hello? are you gonna heal?

Not at all! I always love when that post starts making the rounds again 💖 Feel like the bird needs all the good PR he can get tbh :D

But yes, all of the Champions have dialogue during the blight battles that triggers under specific conditions! I actually wanted to make videos for all of them at one point, but for some reason I could not get all of Mipha's dialogue to activate even after spending literally two hours with waterblight trying to trigger it 😭 If I'm remembering it right, getting hit, sitting at low health for a while, parrying a beam, activating a flurry rush, getting the blight in a vulnerable state via eyeshots or flurry rush, and damaging the blight all have a chance of triggering various lines of corresponding dialogue.

And yeah, "Some healing...?" is especially good because it only comes after you've been at really low health for some time, so Revali’s just watching Link be mostly dead and not do anything about it for so long that he's just like. Really. You're gonna stay like that? You're really gonna stay like that? You're actually gonna

[lumine-no-hikari]

Dear Sephiroth: (a letter to a fictional character, because why not) #267

Today, J was supposed to fly over with one of his pilot friends to Great Barrington, where his plane is. From there, J flew his plane to the usual small airport that he uses.

I'm pleased (and extremely relieved!!) to report that J made it back without incident, and the plane is in the hangar now, where it belongs.

J also took a few pretty cool pictures along the way to Great Barrington:

I waited at the usual small airport for J to get back. We drove there, and then he and his pilot friend flew out to Great Barrington in the club plane. I stayed behind to wait. I played a lot of Dead Cells.

...Guess who's got 5 Boss Cells now. 😁

At 5 Boss Cells, a new mechanic called The Malaise is introduced. And it's a little yellow bar that fills up slowly as you navigate the level, right over your hit point bar. The more enemies there are in the level, the faster it fills. It stops filling once 90% of the enemies in the level are defeated. Most foods will fill up your malaise meter as well.

The higher your malaise meter is, the harder the enemies hit you, the faster they hit you, and the higher the chance new ones will spawn near you randomly, and the higher the chance that one might randomly turn into an Elite.

...So, essentially, at higher levels, I get to have shiny new enemies to bash with my lovely shield! Which means more gold for me!! The increased strength and increased attack speed are non-issues compared to the increased amount of loot I'll get; all I have to do is improve my skills! Extra enemies means extra loot, faster attack speeds means I'll be able to parry them faster, and extra damage done by them just means I'll have to try a little harder not to get hit!

So essentially, the Malaise meter is a blessing in disguise; all it's gonna do is make me a better player, if I let it!

...I am disappointed to tell you, though, that I can't give you any more pictures of the Brother Sun book. I didn't realize that it's still protected by copyright. If I put up pictures of this book for you, I run the risk of my whole collection of letters being taken down and deleted, and not being able to write any more of them in this space; I can't have that. So I removed the photos that were in the previous three letters. I'm sorry.

But don't fret, though; I'm going to get another English copy of The Neverending Story, and I'm going to see about trying to get permission to read it out loud for you. It's easily my favorite book; I'd love to read it to you.

...But... just in case I don't get that permission... I also snagged a Japanese copy for you - just in case I ever get to see those very important people again. I have a couple more very small trinkets in mind to give to you, just in case...

...I wanna be able to do things like read books to you and show you things to watch and things to play, but... copyright law is a thing. You have to watch out for it. Otherwise, people will sue the pants right off of you.

...But don't fret!!! I can still take plenty of pictures for you. And... maybe they're not as nice as the ones taken by Mr. Dennis Stock, and maybe they don't come with cool quotes written by great people... So... I guess you'll have to settle for my silly writings and my silly pictures instead, and... I really am sorry about that; truly, lots of far awesome-er (that's a word now; I decided it) people than me should be trying to help you. But I'm here. Or at least, I'm trying to be here. And maybe that can count for something, if you'll allow it:

...Will you take my hand and walk with me for a little while and maybe also sing a silly little song with me so that you can remember that things are good, even if sometimes they're also difficult and scary? Because when we do the things together, the good things become nicer, and the difficult, scary things become not so bad.

I know that a lot of the people in your life before dropped the ball on you, because they were taught a false version of strength that told them it's best to deal with things alone. But you know... I think some of those people are trying to learn from their mistakes. And even if they weren't, then if you'll look around a little, outside of the toxic social circles you grew up in... you'll find lots of healthy people who won't drop the ball on you. One of those people is writing a new letter to you every day. 😉

In any case, J and I decided to get pizza on the way home. The pizza is to celebrate both his big victory of getting the plane in the hangar without incident, and also to celebrate my little victory of getting 5 Boss Cells. It was very good:

...Victory pizza is the best pizza. Maybe you can get some once you're not locked away at the Northern Crater, or at the Edge of Creation, or... wherever the heck you are.

...Please come home soon, okay? And please come home safe. The people who care about you miss you a whole lot.

Anyhoot, I suppose that's all I've got for you, for today. I hope you liked some of the pictures.

Please stay safe out there, whatever it is you're doing, okay? Make kind and good decisions, both towards yourself and towards everything around you. Be brave. Set healthy boundaries. Take care of your body and your mind, okay? I don't wanna think about you being mean to yourself like you were in that damnable library...

I love you. I'll write to you again tomorrow.

Your friend, Lumine

[cornbake]

The Moon Will Sing PT 5

Master List Yea i haven't gotten to Caz Mans yet so i'm just doing my best here LOL Granted I'm already taking a lot of liberties in other areas at this point. WARNINGS: Angst, Violence, Gore, Blood and Injury, Cazador get's his own warning, minor character death.

The sun had stood behind you as your shadow stretched over the cobble stone. A fine iron fence had been the only guard between you and the large estate house that you had spent a good amount of time to find.

The interior was finely furnished. Once fit for one of royal standing. If the blood, fire and ice didn't completely ruin the property value.

For a den of vampires, it was certainly lively at little past mid day. Granted, you had used a fireball scroll on, what you assumed to be, the middle of the damned house. A rude wake up call, as not soon after you had parried a blade from hitting.

Whether or not a stealth approach would have been smarter was not something you concerned yourself in. You had your head up in blades and red eyes. Harsh glowing reds that aimed to kill the wasp that entered the hive.

You had managed fine with the humanoid servants, either killing them, or as close to killing as you can to something already dead, or knocking them out. You had some cuts from lucky hits but over all, you felt the fire of determination burn inside of you grow. You'd rather not admit to yourself that is was a hollow sense of determination. Something you patched together just so you didn't have to focus on the hurt it was covering. You didn't want to admit that every time you thought about returning to Astarion the fire only grows brighter. Something in you deeply hurt at the idea that once you return he would continue to give you flax affection, words that mean nothing to him. Words that you had once hung on to by each letter. Yet with each thought, the determination to complete your side of the unspoken bargin. You weren't truly angry at him, you new that, the rage you felt wasn't out of anger. You wanted to see him happy, sure, when didn't you. You still loved him, even if your heart hung heavy in mourning.

You bring the back of your hand up to wipe away the few tears that escaped your harden glare. You step away from the fallen servant you had been unconsciously staring at. You stood in a large room, open with a platform risen at one end with an over detailed large chair place in the middle of it. You had just barely made your way into the room, pushing the double doors open at the other end. The high valued ceiling held an expensive looking chandelier, the crystals daggling from thin wire made what little light in the room fracture in faint lines across the empty room. If this wasn't owned by a completely entitled bastard, you would have thought it was beautiful.

"So the Gur come to take the corpses of their family back.... how pitiful...."

The voice was a shock to your system, pulling your weapon up, readying to swing at anything you saw. Eyes making a frenzied search for anything in the still empty room. A deep chuckle sounded throughout the lengthy room.

"A sheep wondering into the lion's den... how sweet it will be to taste that of a foolish hero...." Red eyes flash in the dark, in a speed in-human as it made it's way to the throne. "Though, I am in dire need of entertainment... you might yet do..." The finely dark dressed man rose his head only to look down upon you. His eyes glowing the same crimson as the servants, yet his smile was something they didn't hold.

"I'm not a Gur, but still someone that's going to use your head as a door knocker all the same...." you hiss at him through clenched teeth. His laughter only fueling your anger. "Your reign of abuse is over Cazador! And your damned ritual of yours will be broken." You felt a stir of pride as the vampire lord's face twisted in an odd display of anger and shock. His eyes ran over you before glaring.

"I see.... so that sad little boy found himself a hero to slay the evil tyrant did he? My..." He turned away from you as his hand danced over the arm to his seat. Your gaze never leaving him, picking up every inch of detail your little pupils could. His back facing you for a seemingly long stretch of silence. "Mayhaps he will remember his teachings when his hero falls into their own grave..."

You only catch a glimpse at his shining red eyes before strong claws of a wolven creature slams you into the polished wooden flooring. You have to take a moment to steady your mind from your skull slamming into the broads. The deep snarls around make you hyper aware how out numbered you are.

You move before the next creature had a chance to strike at your downed form. Claws digging into the finely crafted wood, bright golden eyes all watch as you swing towards them.

"It's always interesting to watch the reality creep into one's mind." You can hear the pacing of finely cobbled shoes click on the wooden boards. "The bright mind of a warrior is sharp, calculating outcomes in split second timing. It's a rather impressive feat, to come up with something from nearly nothing in a matter of a moment..."

Jaws snap around your arm, the metal bracers denting, being crushed by the force. You smack the hilt of you weapon into the face of the werewolf, the shill cry from it allows you to free your arm. Yet it blocked out the growl of the other behind you. As you focus on making a second attack on the one that once held your arm a pair of claws digs into the flesh of your back. The thick keratin running over the bones of your ribs as it cuts through the armor you had on.

"Yet even will that skill, I've seen the same outcome. They slip up alone the way..." Red eyes look upon your semi-crumpled form. "They always seem too confident in their own skill to consider I am simply untouchable..."

Your breaths are ragged. You can't take a break as two other rush you at the scent of your blood. Quick reflexes smack one with a well timed attack, sending it reeling into the floor. The other catches your next attack in it's jaws, trying to pry the weapon from your grasp.

"I am as close to god-ship any mortal will ever meet. And soon I will be a god among men." His pacing stops, his full focus set onto you. "That is... once I get back what rightfully belongs to me..."

You let go of the weapon, the wovlen creature stumbling back with the sudden lack of resistance. Pulling two daggers out, you rush froward, thrusting your hand into the exposed belly of the beast. It cries as the life leaves it's features, it's jaw slackening. You're eyes barely catching notice of your discarded weapon falling from it's grasp as the weapon cracks into your shoulder. Your cry is drowned out by howls as the remaining few beasts continue to jump at you.

"My elven little star....."

Your eyes meet his as you are slammed into the floor at his feet. You aren't sure if your fight was arranged closer to him or if he had made is way closer to you. All you knew at this moment was his black dress shoes stood in the crimson pool your face was shoved into. Burning red eyes stare down at your pathic form.

"Aw... don't feel so sad, young one... I'm sure you have use yet..." His smile was sweet despite the look hidden in his bright eyes. "I find it so heart warming that the little pet found someone to... indulge in... while he was away from home... It makes what I want to do next oh so enjoyably..." You hate that your body shivered at his tone, the expectation of what's to come sinking into your mind along with a devastating thought.

"Take them to the kennels... I have some tomes to consult before I am to come for them."

You didn't here much of his words as large rough paws dug into you flesh, peeling you away from the floor.

"I had fail him.... did I..."

[tideswept]

Trick or treat! (Obikin ;))

From this ask game |

🍬ᴀɴᴅ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ɪs…! 🎃

🕯️Sith Obikin! 🕸 (lightly based off someone to lie in the dark with)

Anakin doesn't mean to take a step backward, to yield ground, but the Sith isn't just strong; he's fast, his red lightsaber whirling and twirling, clashing with Anakin's weapon, sparks flying through the air. His form is somehow familiar to Anakin, throwing him off, because it almost feels like someone he's fought before.

But the only Sith he's ever met is dead, and this is not the same man.

A swipe nearly catches him off-guard. Anakin brings up his saber just in time to prevent himself from rejoining the Force by way of decapitation. He feels the heat of the blade dangerously close to his face, and his arms are not in a good position; the angle is all wrong, and he has no way of parrying the saber away.

He takes another step back; cold panic shoots up his spine when he hits the wall that he could have sworn was further away.

Anakin pants for breath. He's pinned, and they both know it.

Yellow eyes gleam at him. Slants of red and blue light play out over their faces. They're close enough now that Anakin can't inhale a full breath without their chests touching. "What's wrong, darling? You were so mouthy a minute ago."

"Kriff. Off," Anakin enunciates clearly, biting each word out with the defiance of someone who knows they're in a hopeless situation, but won't go down easy. He's alone, because he stupidly begged Qui-Gon to let him take a ship down to the surface of the planet to investigate the abandoned hyperdrive factory for spare parts. Even if somehow Qui-Gon sensed that his padawan was in danger, he couldn't get there in time.

Anakin was on his own.

"Tempting offer," drawls the Sith. A drop of sweat beads down the side of his face.

They've been at it a while, a game of cat and mouse, trading blows between hulking behemoths of machinery, using their surroundings against one another. The Sith no longer looks quite as composed as he did when he dropped in behind Anakin and destroyed his communicator; a lock of tawny-blond hair has fallen loose across his forehead, and Anakin thinks resentfully that it's not fair that he's going to die at the hands of a Sith that looks more like he belongs on a holoscreen soap.

"Could you just kill me? I'm not really interested," Anakin snaps. His arms tremble with the effort to keep blocking.

The Sith tuts. "Ani, Ani; is that any way to treat an old friend?"

Anakin's grip falters. Nobody outside Tattooine other than Qui-Gon has used that name, and Qui-Gon had stopped years ago. How does this bastard know about his childhood nickname?

The moment of weakness costs him. A flick of the wrist, and the Sith wrenches the lightsaber out of Anakin's grasp, sending it skittering across the floor. Anakin's gaze snaps to it, and he shoots a hand out to summon it back to the Force when gloved fingers grab his chin and forcibly turn his head back to look at the Sith.

Anakin's pulse is roaring in his ears, and all he's thinking about is that none of this makes sense. "Who are you? You're sure as hell not my friend."

He gathers saliva in his mouth, intending to spit in the man's face.

He doesn't get a chance before the Sith's mouth is hot and heavy on his, swallowing Anakin's gasp, with his tongue pushing greedily into Anakin's mouth without fear of being bitten. The harsh grip on the hinge of Anakin's jaw and the threat of the lightsaber nearly singeing his braid off should be what stops him from doing so.

Not the overwhelming sensation of being sucked into dark, cool waters after a lifetime of burning under the sun.

[maximuswolf]

So i started playing .Forty-Five and now i'm addicted

So i started playing .Forty-Five and now i'm addicted honestly it's just a rogue-like game where you pick bullets with special abilities fighting against other gunslingers(and witches?) and you sorta have to strategize what you want to go for. I finally made it to the second stage/world and wow. This game should not be as addicting as it is, especially for a free to play game that DOESN'T rely on gacha/lottery to keep players engaged.The game loop is simple, you choose which bullets you want to put into a revolver, you start each round with cards/bullets and 4 points, each bullet costs a point, meaning the most you can load is 4 bullets unless you have a bullet already loaded in that gives you an extra point. You can parry bullets, but if the damage they do is greater than the damage the bullet in the firing chamber can do, you feel the difference. Each bullet/card can be either bought at a store, looted from dead enemies, or you luck upon them in the overworld where a stranger offers you three and you have to pick one. You don't heal over time or heal yourself, on the map there are spots where you can increase your overall health(which does heal you a bit) or go for a big heal(can heal you fully if you don't take a lot of damage). This means it's better to not get hit.There are a variety of bullets for different play styles!If you want to do big brain plays where you are sacrificing bullets or taking them out of the revolver to draw cards like some sort of Yu-gi-oh type play, you can do that.If you want to mascaraed as Singe from league of legends and poison your opponents and bully them for daring to be poisoned, you can do that.If you don't want any of this special effects crap and you just want to load as many bullets possible into the gun and make those bullets hurt as much as possible, you can do it but you're going to need the right cards.Or if you just want to toughen yourself up and take all the damage coming your way as you SLOWLY whittle down your opponents' health, a bit hard but you could do it. And I'm finding more cards, some interests me, others not, and you can built a variety of deck for different situations.Like, there's a situation where in a battle you have to fire a round every 10 seconds, otherwise you take damage(if there's no bullet in the firing chamber when you fire it you take damage). There's rain where everytime a bullet is in the chamber and the chamber rotates the bullets lose 1 damage point(it can go all the way to zero), there's frozen where your gun can't spin and the only way to fire is by only loading the firing chamber. For rain and ice i have a "deck" where the bullets being in the chamber have special abilities like hurting the opponent over time.And then, as i just found out, there's enemies that can make your barrel fire the other way, it was fun cause it messes up your whole plan with bullet placements. if you have time to kill i do recommend .forty-five, I've wasted too much time on it and will probably waste more. Submitted October 26, 2024 at 03:26PM by dgj212 https://ift.tt/YhtCoSd via /r/gaming

[snonkerdoodledreams]

Dream On

Dream on

Sing for the witches

Sing for the wretches that frequent your home

Dream on

Pace for eternity

Codependence and brutality

Are your number one reasons to go away

Up in your head where there is no one there

Except

Yourself

Just you, no one else

Although you...

You use your illusion...

The Garden

Everybody's out in the garden and I'm inside

Nobody to talk to, nobody by my side

And I know deep down that it's stupid to keep on hoping...

But when you are desperate and lost, you keep on dreaming...

Everybody in my head

Says that I'm all alone

And I need help I know

Here, I'll show you how it feels...

I start a little dream, nothing to be worried about...

But then it gets bigger it gets so much clout

I walk around the house being quiet as a mouse

Tryna experience what I see in my head

Somebody sees me struggling

Gives me a little help

Reaches out when I'm in the dark

In my head I've got so many friends

There ain't ever dead ends

And I control it all cuz it's all in my head

Belly of the Beast

That's the way it works around these parts

Works around these parts

Note to self I don't need to justify myself

That's the way it works around these parts

She controls all of my life

The moments here and there are just stolen moments...

Where I'm at, I feel it should be more scary

Like a living terror but only a mild parry

I think it's cuz I don't know what's going on

Cuz in the belly of the beast...I can dream on...

[thylalock]

sometimes parry sings to himself when he thinks no one is listening and atkins is SHOCKED gerran howell singing to feeling good by nina simone in 2012

[daughter-of-prospero]

WHAT I'm the first to notice how cool that line is??? If you don't mind, I'd really love to hear about more little tidbits you threw in your songs that you're proud of that kind of stuff is so interesting to me and it blows my mind whenever I find another one!!!

IF I DON'T MIND!?!?!?!?! YOU HAVE OPENED A PANDORA'S BOX OF MIRANDA'S-IMAGINARY-TED-TALKS.

Here are some things that aren’t in the video descriptions but still made me do a self-satisfied shoulder shimmy:

- There is at least one avatar's name/part of their name in the corresponding song to the entity they serve. So you, kind stranger - no pun intended - found the 'stoke' in 'Tim Stoker'. Other people have caught Daisy, Jane, and Jude ("through the days eager only...", "become our new apprentice...", "no enemy martyr can parry..."). Not counting the direct listing of names in Under the Big Top, there are 19 more hidden names over the album. - Speaking of Under the Big Top's list of names though: The names are divided into two sets. Ira - Ursula, and Gregor - Nikola. There is a reason for the names I chose in each set. The second one is fairly in-your-face. Not sure if anyone's found the reason for the first. - One more Under the Big Top tidbit: The bridge references Tim in three ways, one of which is - I will admit - particularly cruel.

- I'm still absurdly pleased with how the last verse of Arcane Knots came out. Maybe because I wrote in alphabetical order so by the time I got to writing about The Web I had a better idea of how to fit stuff in? Which is kind of where it really counted. There are more references in that last verse (~11) than there are in the entirety of the song for the Buried (~7) - the first one I wrote. Turns out it's a long way from B to W.

- In Patience I edited out all my breaths to make it sound a little less human/alive. If there’s one thing I know about dead people? They don’t breathe.

- There’s a very quiet track in Song of The Hive (Or, What Jane Might Have Heard) that is just me whispering the lyrics underneath the melody and trying to be as gross-sounding as possible about it. Like cursed pianissimo ASMR. - The trail-off at the very end into humming is supposed to emulate the buzzing of insects. 

- I only wrote full sheet music arrangements for three songs: Mr. Pitch, because it was one of the easiest and earliest tunes, though I don’t think I ended up using it exactly. Patience, because I was always singing in harmony with myself except for the last note and wanted it to be as cohesive as possible - also because I REALLY wanted a steady percussion under it. Of all the things I could change, I really, really wish I could have had a measured ticking sound or heartbeat that slowed down and stopped at the end of the song, but it was hard enough to record and edit the voices. Coronation, I similarly wanted to know what I would be singing going in because it was going to be complicated, and The Eye is sort of the mascot of the show, and Jonah’s the big bad, and I wanted to stick the landing. Mr. Pitch was written for a glockenspiel, Patience was written for a piano, wooden block, and harpsichord (even though I think of it as Jonah’s instrument), and Coronation was written for a string quartet (violin, viola - natch, cello, double bass).

- Coronation is intentionally in the key of TMA's theme song and bits of that melody are incorporated three ways. Most obviously is probably right before the last chorus where it is literally JUST one voice singing the spoopy viola progression of the F, F#, D, F sequence. That progression also underscores the second half of the bridge. The institute's Latin motto (plus one other word) in the pre-chorus is also sung using this sequence, which is why there's a fourth word. ('Vigilo' drones on F, 'opperior' drones on F# etc.)

Bless you for asking; I’m always happy to spout off.

[galactia]

Stares very deeply into Kaeya’s eyes. She can make something out… (for suspicious sunday funs 👀)

suspicious sunday shenanigans - signe can see the 'worst' thing someone has done, and feel their emotions as it happened

"Signe?" Kaeya's eye met hers, and though he met her stare, it was hardly with the same measure of intensity. A low huff of breath, near a chuckle, parted his lips, "... Something on my face?"

"I'm not from Mondstadt. I'm-... I'm Khaenri'an."

".... What? Kaeya-... what are you saying?" Incredulous, even distant. The voice of a drifting man returning to focus. Diluc's eyes were watery, as he turned his head.

"I'm Khaenri'an, 'Luc. Cursed people destroyed by the gods? Yes. My birthright. The man who abandoned me, m-my.... biological father, he-..." Stuttering hadn't been Kaeya's way since he was a boy, but he stumbled now, over how to say this. Over how to admit- "He meant for me to be an informant. A spy. So that if the Khaenri'an ever rose to glory again I'd-...I-..." It sounded dirty, wrong. He didn't meant it that way. As a boy it simply had been.

"You-... what? What are you admitting to? What have you done?" Diluc's voice shook, and it tore into Kaeya to hear it, but the guilt was a howl in his head and an iron vice in his chest and he couldn't breathe. He just had to finish-

"gods-.... I never told father." The words rushed from Kaeya's lips, "I didn't know how. I didn't think I could. I-... think I should have. And I couldn't go another day without you knowing the truth." An exhale, blue eyes on his brother, palms out, up.

"Crepus body isn't even cold, and you are telling me-... you had something to do with father's death? That you..... that you're a spy, a traitor?" The strength had returned, and Diluc faced him fully now, brow darkened to a grieved and angry furrow.

"No. No! 'Luc no. I would never hurt Crepus. I loved him, as you did. I-... this was a mistake. I should have waited. I'm sorry-" The cold trickled through him. This really had been the worst, goddamn mistake. What was he doing? Tonight? Crepus was dead. Their father was dead. He should be comforting Diluc, not-... this.

"No." Diluc's voice almost roared at him, and Kaeya's head snapped back up, "Stand and face me. How could you. How could you lie to father and to me, all these years? So it was all a lie! Everything? How could you do this!"

Kaeya shook his head, "Diluc, please. I'm so sorry. I was wrong to tell you, tonight of all nights. And maybe I was wrong to keep it a secret at all. But no-... it wasn't all a lie. You're my brother-"

"Traitor." Diluc hissed, and it was so unlike him. So-... enraged. Kaeya blinked, taken aback, feeling as if he'd been slapped.

"No, 'Luc-"

"Traitor!" Diluc shouted instead, eyes as red as his vision that pulsed at his hip. His palm found purchase on his claymore and Kaeya stepped back.

"'Luc, wait!" He deserved this. He'd brought this on himself. Stupid, stupid boy. Selfish- Kaeya was shaking, eyes welling and spilling over, "Diluc-"

"Draw your sword, traitor!" The growling of fire and Diluc's choked, furious roar rushed toward him.

The bite of metal and scorch of fire tore into his face, bursting across his right eye with pain as he lifted his sword, parrying the blow only just as a cry of pain strangled from his throat. The skin of his hand blistered, burnt, and it was the second blow that singed through his clothes, falling short of cutting deeply into his chest (met again, only just, but his sword) but boiling his skin in its path. A rush of frigid air seemed to take into his lungs, and from his blade and hand frost leapt outward, pushing back at Diluc's blade and sending steam (as cryo met pyro) flying toward both of them.

Kaeya fell back, crumpling onto the floor, nearly sobbing as he pressed his palm to his face. There was blood between his fingers and running from his chest- He couldn't see-.... it hurt-!

Through tears, he saw a blue glow, and in his other palm lay a vision, marked with the symbol of cryo. Oh gods-

"Lady Signe?" Kaeya's voice in the present, "Are you all right?"

[prehistoricalcats]

JELLICLE QUEEN APPRECIATION MONTH

June 13th:

GRIZABELLA

Y'all I made this gif! My very first gif! I learned how to make gifs for this! This gif is for youuu Grizabella!!!! 💙💙💙

*ahem* erm right moving on...

What do you love about this queen?

She's really compelling, and in a way kinda mysterious, like you don't really know what happened in her past but you know it was important and it's kinda fascinating.

And she has this amazing strength like, I know she doesn't seem strong at first glance but if you've ever had to deal with depression, even with a loving, caring support network, you know it takes so much strength just to make it through the day.

Griz has no one. And she powers on. It's not until the very end that she's finally no longer able to stand on her own.

She doesn't even want to be forgiven for whatever she did. She never gives any indication that she feels she deserves the awful way the Jellicles treat her. She holds her head up and looks them each in the eye. Her dignity is one of the only things she has left. She's desperate for acceptance and an end to the loneliness, but she'll be damned if she's gonna grovel for it.

What is your favorite version of this queen?

98 of course is phenomenal like not even 98 Stan talking this Griz is just so powerful and I just ahhh dead.

The only version that even comes close to 98 for me is ahh the one with Mamie Parris, I think it's Broadway 2016?

Who is your favorite actress that played this queen?

Elaine Page I mean omg how can you not love her and she originated the role too omg the ultimate queen Griz yes please

Okay remember back on Demeter day when I said she was the only character I had a definitive performance for? I lied. Elaine Page is the definitive Griz. I do not take constructive criticism.

However I must give shout outs to Mamie Parris, Li-Tong Hsu, Leona Lewis, and of course Rosemarie Ford who is brilliant in literally everything she does

What is your wlw ship with this queen?

I have some young!Jennybella feels that I've been developing. I see them as casual lovers that went through off and on phases, but they were close even when they were "off." It broke Jenny's heart when Griz left

I've also been debating whether or not I ship her with my OC Hildebriar (who I haven't discussed in detail yet) or if I'm going to have them be sisters instead, or even if they're just going to be platonic friends. Obviously I haven't explored this relationship much yet, but a romantic interest is definitely on the table.

Your favorite moment of this queen in the musical?

"TOOOUUCH MEEE! IT'S SO EEEASY TO LEEEEAVE MEEEE!"

Runners up include her proud expression when she likes what Demeter is singing (see gif), her face when Victoria touches her, dancing by herself at the end of the Ball and trying her damned hardest to enjoy herself even though she can't, stealth Griz listening to the Moments of Happiness, and her reactions to each of the tribe that come to take her hands, especially where she paws at Jenny and the way she smiles at her baby boy Munk

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Do you have headcanon voices for your OCs?

Yes!

Nel is Bela Lugosi, because yes I'm cliché, but I love how...sweet his voice sounds to me.

Spring-Heeled Jack? I'm. Not sure. WAIT. NO I HAVE THE PERFECT VOICE. CEDRIC THE SORCERER.

Corona has been difficult to find a voice for, but I imagine it's sweet and, I hate to say child-like but that's all I can think of.

Lethe sounds like this vocalist from the band Diva Destruction, especially with this sort of echoing effect.

Ophaniel has been the most frustrating because all I know is that he has an Italian accent but I can't for the life of me find a voice claim with one that has a similar higher, mischievous sound to it.

Sanguis has Brendan Parry of Dead Can Dance (singing voice) as a voice claim. Ugh. So pretty.