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pookalicious-hq · 5 months ago

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spaces between us... nagi seishiro x reader

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synopsis: if blue lock was created to manufacture the world's best striker why should this opportunity only be offered to teenage boys? tags/tw:soccerplayer!reader, physicalcompetition, eating disorder mentionbestie bachira meguru, graphic description of injuries word count:1200~

In a world where the mantra of "eat or be eaten" echoed in every player's mind, (y/n) stood on the edge of an unknown domain, the clouded skies shielding her as she prepared to carve her name into history—her rightful future. The Blue Lock facility loomed large in front of her, its metallic walls gleaming faintly in the dim light of the overcast sky. The chill of late autumn brushed against her skin, crisp and sharp, making the air feel heavy with anticipation. This wasn’t just a game anymore—it was a battleground where only one would claim victory, and failure meant being forgotten. She took a deep breath, the scent of freshly cut grass and damp earth mingling in her lungs, grounding her in the reality of the moment.

Pressure was a familiar sensation—the weight of it settling deep in her bones like a tight coil, pressing down on her chest. Even when her knees buckled under its force, she managed to rise. She had to. Her heartbeat pulsed in her ears, a steady rhythm against the muted sounds of players shuffling into the facility. She wasn’t just another girl who played soccer; she had always been the girl—the one whose name lingered on the lips of competitors. The one who fought for every victory, clawing her way to the top.

Yet, beneath that fierce exterior, there was a quiet vulnerability she rarely allowed herself to acknowledge. Her heart raced as she scanned the sea of players, each one standing taller than her. The air felt thick with competition, a low hum of nervous energy vibrating through the crowd. They were stronger, faster—her insecurities, long buried beneath layers of grit, clawed their way to the surface. Blue Lock wasn’t about second chances. One mistake, and her dream would slip through her fingers like sand.

She could almost taste the tension, bitter and metallic, lingering on her tongue as her mind raced. But (y/n) pushed the thoughts aside. Had to. The familiar burn of adrenaline thrummed through her veins, igniting her drive. She knew there was no space for weakness here.

The crunch of gravel under her cleats brought her deeper into the concept of Blue Lock. The cold air nipped at her exposed skin as she walked, footsteps echoing in rhythm with the players beside her. Her muscles ached slightly from the travel, but it was the good kind—the kind that reminded her of the work she’d already put in. She couldn’t afford to blend in, not when her future was on the line.

Inside, the massive entrance hall loomed before her, swallowing her whole. The sterile scent of the facility hit her first, a mix of freshly cleaned floors and the faint tang of sweat still lingering from the previous group. The Blue Lock program was designed to create the ultimate forward, a player who could stand above the rest. For everyone here, failure wasn’t an option. It was an ending.

The fluorescent lights buzzed softly overhead, casting stark shadows on the tiled floor. She felt the press of bodies around her, the heat from the other players warming the cool air but doing nothing to calm the growing knot in her stomach. Each face was a reminder of what she was up against—each one of them hungering for the same prize.

Envy gnawed at her. Yoshida Miu stood a little ways ahead, her posture relaxed but with an undeniable confidence that made (y/n)’s stomach twist. Yoshida’s long limbs and effortless grace were the kind of attributes that made her stand out without even trying. (y/n)’s eyes traced the way Yoshida’s body moved—fluid, like she belonged here. The height she so desperately wished for was something Yoshida had been gifted, something she wielded naturally. (Y/n) could almost feel the heat of resentment rising in her chest, sharp and hot, but she buried it under a layer of discipline.

Her fingers absently pressed against her chest, feeling the subtle tightness she was all too familiar with. Her asthma, always lingering in the background, was a constant reminder of her limitations. She took a slow, deliberate breath, feeling the cool air fill her lungs, sharp but steady. The tightness eased but didn’t disappear. Just another obstacle to manage. Just another reminder that no matter how much she trained, there would always be things beyond her control.

The voices around her blended into a low murmur as she focused on the task at hand. She couldn’t be distracted. Not by the noise, not by the players, not even by her own doubts. The world narrowed down to a single point—proving herself. Her senses felt heightened, every sound amplified: the soft scuff of cleats on tile, the faint thud of soccer balls being passed around in the distance, the rustle of fabric as players adjusted their gear. It was all part of the battlefield, and she was ready.

“Hey, Yoshida-san,” (Y/n) called out, her voice slicing through the background noise like a lifeline to something familiar. She hadn’t realized how grateful she’d be to see a face she knew in this sea of strangers. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she approached Miu, trying to push down the mix of admiration and envy that threatened to bubble up. The warmth of the smile almost felt foreign against the tension in her body, but she clung to it.

Chestnut eyes turned to meet hers, Yoshida’s expression brightening with surprise. “Holy shit, Fushiguro-san?”

A small laugh escaped (y/n), the sound carrying a brief moment of lightness through the otherwise heavy atmosphere. Yoshida looked even taller than she remembered. “Looks like we’re teammates now,” (y/n) said, masking her nerves with a casual tone. “Guess you can finally help me out on the field.”

Yoshida chuckled, the sound rich and genuine, cutting through the anxious energy swirling around them. “Help you? I’ll just be following your lead, Fushiguro. I’ve seen you play; you own the field.”

The words sparked a flicker of warmth in (y/n)’s chest, her usual pride swelling momentarily. The tension that had been coiling tight in her shoulders loosened, just a little. The world felt less hostile with Miu beside her. From here on out, the spotlight would only grow.

As they walked further into the facility, the hum of voices around them grew louder, the anticipation thickening the air. (y/n)’s senses felt on overdrive—the crisp scent of sweat, the cool bite of the air-conditioned hallway, the low buzz of fluorescent lights—all of it swirling together to create an atmosphere charged with potential.

“This place is intense,” Yoshida murmured, her voice barely audible over the surrounding chatter. “I mean, Blue Lock… it’s everything we’ve been working toward.”

“Yeah,” (Y/n) replied, her voice steady but her heart racing. “This is where we prove ourselves.”

As they neared the locker room, the sharp smell of turf and sweat grew stronger, blending with the sterile cleanliness of the facility. The weight of what was coming settled on (Y/n)’s shoulders like a heavy cloak. The soft rustling of jerseys, the distant echo of footsteps, and the constant murmur of voices reminded her of the stakes. Failure wasn’t an option.

a/n: lmk if u wanna be added to the taglist <3 im planning this to be a little 6 chapter series. also its not only nagi x reader also blue lock x reader in general

#bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #bllk #isagi yoichi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x reader #nagi seishiro

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she-posts-nerdy-stuff · 7 months ago

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Don’t Go Blindly Into The Dark

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To hide that he can't read, Jan Van Eck has been forcing his son to pretend he's blind since he was eight years old. Wylan is now attending Ketterdam University, and meeting Jesper Fahey may very well be about to change his life. But is he safe to tell Jesper the truth? And what will Jesper say if he does?

Jesper is struggling to weigh up his life in the Barrel and his life at the University of Ketterdam, and there's a good chance that his growing debt is about to make the decision for him. He hasn't attended class consecutively for months, but maybe that will change when his newest project includes partnering up with Wylan Van Eck. But can he really leave the Barrel behind him? And how long can he keep up the pretence of who he thinks Wylan wants him to be?

Meanwhile there is a darkness growing in Ketterdam, and it seems a killer may be stalking the streets of West Stave. An unknown evil is closing its jaws over the city, and it’s starting to feel like nowhere is safe.

Tags: @justalunaticfangirl @lunarthecorvus @i-need-help-this-is-my-obsession

If anyone else would like to be tagged let me know :)

Content warnings for this chapter: gambling addiction, implied violence

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Chapter 51 - Jesper

It was a rare thing for Jesper’s mind to wander this far during a game of cards. Usually they possessed his focus the same way a fight did; in the same way the world could narrow just you, a gun, and a target, so could it to a hand of cards, an opponent, and a table to serve as battleground. He had learned to study the other players, to recognise the underlying bristle in the air, the slight changes of demeanour, the sense of anticipation that gathered when a player came alert to the fact that they might have a winning hand. He was good at noticing it, or at least he liked to think he was. He was less good, and of this he was painfully aware, at hiding his own tells. It required close concentration on both sides to keep everything in control, and every detail - from the glimmer of a button on someone else’s waistcoat down to the feeling of the paraffin wax that was coating his forearms so he wouldn’t get caught out if a Grisha amplifier might be present at the game - demanded attention. It was rare for Jesper’s mind to wander far, then, when it was so in tune and so close and so cautious, every tiny quiver in the air something to consider. But not tonight.

Jesper was losing, but that was nothing new. So what was new? Why was his mind so sullenly refusing to focus on the game, and instead continually drawing him back to the feeling of Wylan’s palm pressed against his? His head on his shoulder? The feeling of his cheek beneath Jesper’s thumb as he wiped a tear away? Jesper felt like he needed to stick his head in a bucket of cold water to wake himself up. He felt like he was dreaming.

He gave a sidelong glance to Rojakke, whose hands were moving so deftly through the pack of cards he shuffled, readying to deal the next hand, that it seemed they moved as a force entirely independent from the rest of his body, wondering if Kaz had told him to control the deck. Kaz had told Jesper that it was to be an honest game, but Kaz was a damn liar and Jesper wanted justification for this loss. Or rather, he wanted justification that wasn’t the wandering of his mind. The sound of Wylan’s voice, the piercing shimmer of his eyes.

He was brought swiftly back to the room by the sound of Nina laughing, and looked up from his distracted stupor to see her pouring champagne into the waiting glass of Ido De Baal.

“Are you trying to get me drunk, lapushka?” he asked, looking up at her from his chair.

Judging from the rugged flush across his cheeks he was already well on his way there. He’d used the Ravkan word for darling, Jesper noted, though as far as he knew the man was Kerch through and through. He was also, Jesper had definitely noted, winning. If Jesper was losing worse than anyone else at the table then De Baal was winning better than them, and he had been for the entire game. Was Rojakke controlling the deck, then? Had Kaz told him to?

“I’m just doing my job,” came Nina’s reply, low and soft but also lilting, a joyous and teasing tone with undertones that she was clearly letting De Baal determine for himself, “Lapushka,”

He laughed and Nina smiled at him, her teeth clinging ever so slightly onto the top of her lower lip. Jesper had expected Layla’s loss to be more noticeable than this, and maybe Nina wasn’t quite as swift - he couldn’t be the way his focus kept slipping - as she would’ve been, but she’d been working these fools all night long and she’d been doing it well, like she was slowly soaking coffee through hard tack and had finally deemed it ready to take a bite.

“Do you speak Ravkan?” she asked, sweetly, with what, on the surface, seemed like genuine interest, “Or do you just know how to flatter a girl in every language?”

De Baal gave a casual shrug, though his smile did not fade.

“It is the most important aspect of travel, is it not? To give every girl the attention she desires in her own tongue?”

Nina gave a very soft mock gasp, a hand pressed over her chest in fake, non-committal melodrama.

“You insult me sir,” she teased, “I didn’t take you for a player,”

He tapped the cards he’d just been dealt, a point enough for the joke all on their own but he said it out loud anyway and Nina laughed harder than was strictly necessary.

“I learned some Ravkan for a business deal,” he drawled, collecting his refreshed champagne, “and I find that some of it still comes in handy at home,”

“Ah,” she nodded, “I should have known you were a businessman. I knew it would be something that desired strength, fortitude of mind,”

Jesper thought that was perhaps the closest she’d come to being obvious, that it was a see-through course of terrible flattery, but De Baal preened. They talked casually, or with the illusion of being casual, for a moment longer about De Baal’s business in Ravka and Jesper had to marvel at how easily she was pulling all this out of him, how simple it was to lower his defences. The corner of Nina’s mouth twitched, before she leant close and murmured something in Ravkan. Jesper wasn’t close enough to hear but that hardly made a difference. Whatever Nina had just said would have been lost on him, and apparently it was lost on De Baal as well. He turned to her somewhere between questioning and expectant, Nina’s tone had hardly suggested an insult after all, and she gave him a coy smile.

“It seems your grasp on my language has disappointing gaps,” her voice was breathy. She glanced at the door for the briefest second before her eyes fell upon him again, and right before she turned to leave she purred: “Maybe if you find me later, I can provide you with a translation,”

He was not subtle as he watched her leave.

Jesper picked up his new hand of cards and moved to survey them. Would Wylan be struggling tonight? It had been a long day anyway, and his part in the job - Dammit, Jesper. He looked at his cards - actually looked at them this time - and made a cautious bid. Not, decent cards or none, that he could do much except be cautious with his meagre pile of remaining chips. He tapped two of them against each other distractedly, watched De Baal across the table for a moment. To his left sat Van Reik, a lawyer or something else just as boring that Jesper had forgotten from the Zelvar District and the biggest threat to this job going wrong. Van Reik came to the Crow Club pretty often for a someone of his standing, considering that he used his own name and didn’t hide his face - his lot usually took themselves to the Lid if they fancied a go at something they could pretend was dangerous, and even if they touched the Barrel itself they definitely didn’t venture this far South - and he always, much to Kaz’s absolute fury, requested this specific game room because the back wall was lined with windows. Most of the clubs had none at all, as did most of the rooms at the Crow Club, because the bosses wanted their patrons to lose track of time, to forget how long they’d been there, to think they could surely afford to place one more hand, after all it wouldn’t take that long would it? The windows in this room drove Kaz mad - though Jesper supposed they had come in useful when they brought Jeluna in; he would have hated to leave her even more in a dark, windowless box. Kaz probably wouldn’t have cared.

The windows were unlikely to pose too much of an issue tonight, starting the game at twelve bells and playing through the dark hours was less noticeable than playing through sunset, but they needed the session to last and if Van Reik cared about the windows he probably had his own methods of timekeeping as well. They needed to keep all of them, but particularly De Baal, here until… well, Jesper wasn’t actually sure exactly what because Kaz, of course, hadn’t deigned to tell him the entire plan. Until the aftermath, he’d said, but gave no specificity to the aftermath of what, or when it would begin. Jesper knew that they were taking out a bridge, because that was what Wylan had been working on, but that was the extent of it.

Did Nina know more? He doubted it. Inej surely did though, and she wasn’t even here. Jesper felt a brief, strange pang of jealousy at that - he didn’t even know if she knew. She probably did though. Inej knew almost everything. He wondered again if her and Kaz’s agreement of secrets went both ways, if she knew the things Kaz had locked up on Jesper’s behalf. His skin prickled beneath the paraffin wax. Kaz wouldn’t have told anyone, not even Inej. Wouldn’t he?

Jesper’s turn rolled around and he laid his cards onto the table. He won a hand, bid, lost, bid, won, bid and lost and lost again. The night ticked by. The signal from Pim came, telling Jesper and Nina there was no longer a need to drag things out but just to let them take their course. Another round passed. Jesper lost again. The game ended. Nina left to give Kaz a report of the information that she’d gleaned from the players, apparently a lot of it, and then - in her own words - go back to the White Rose and sleep more soundly than the dead.

Jesper considered going downstairs and playing another hand. He considered getting some sleep. He considered going to see Wylan, but it was almost dawn and he was probably - definitely - asleep. So a slow meander down the staircase his journey became, as the table behind him was cleared and tidied, unsure of whether he would linger or walk back to the Slat. It would depend, he decided even though he could feel an impatient exhaustion tugging on his bones, on whether anything caught his eye and his attention as he crossed the Crow Club floor. It was a foolish bargain to make with himself, a plainly obvious attempt at justifying the pull to stay because of course he knew that something, somehow was sure to grab his attention.

He just wasn’t expecting the thing that stopped him to be Kaz Brekker.

“Here,”

He held something out at arms’ length between them and it took Jesper a moment to acknowledge, beneath the black fabric they were wrapped in, what looked suspiciously like the shape of his revolvers. A second passed where he just stared at Kaz, before he tentatively reached out to take the package from him.

“Kaz-”

“I’m holding you accountable if he screws up,” said Kaz, brushing one gloved hand down the front of his coat - the one that he’d held the guns out with, the other was gripping the head of his cane, “but it would appear you made good on your end of the bargain,”

Jesper smiled in spite of himself, parting the fabric package and running his fingers eagerly over the guns. They were cool to touch, comfortable in his hands; they slipped so easily and happily into his gun belt as he shoved the stupid, sad little pistol away across the table. He could finally return that useless little lump to Anika.

“Thanks, Kaz,”

“It’s not a favour, Jes,” his voice was cold, “I keep to my word,”

There was perhaps something implicit in the phrase, the way he briefly lingered on I, that Jesper pointedly chose to ignore. Not even Kaz’s ever-present sourness could ruin the rise in his mood that came with the return of his prized revolvers. He walked out of the Crow Club feeling like he was floating, and leapt right up out of his skin when the Wraith appeared at his side.

“Saints - Inej! Every time,”

She smiled as Jesper laughed softly, shaking his head, but he thought her expression looked a little strained. Her eyes were sad; her face was drained. She looked even more tired than Jesper felt.

“Kaz is organising a parley with the Black Tips,” she told him, as they began to walk towards the Slat, “A week’s time. He wants you as a second,”

“Unbelievable,” he sighed, “I just spoke to him, he didn’t say a word of it,”

“Of course he didn’t,”

Jesper barked a short, shallow laugh and Inej gave him another, ever so slightly forced smile.

“How was the job?”

“Nina killed it, if that’s what you mean,” he shrugged, “Other than that I only know what Kaz told me, which was nothing. We kept De Baal at the table long enough, and I guess the bridge came down without a hitch because Kaz gave me my revolvers back,”

“Wylan must have himself worth Kaz’s time,”

And worth Kaz’s cash.

“What does he want with a councilman anyway?”

Inej faltered, looking up at him.

“Councilman?”

“Yeah,” Jesper fidgeted with his revolver, having missed Inej’s confused misstep, “some guy that De Baal works for. You think he’s kinda pushing it a bit? Going after Wylan for his father, and now this guy?”

“Who was it?”

“I don’t-”

“Was it Councilman Hoede?”

“Er- yeah, yeah that sounds right. Why?”

Jesper glanced back at her to discover that Inej’s eyes had darkened and her fingers were dancing over the handles of her knives.

“I need to talk to Kaz,” was all she murmured by way of reply, “I’ll speak to you tomorrow,”

Jesper shrugged. He wasn’t going to get involved.

“You should get some sleep, love,” he said, as she quickened her footsteps and began to overtake him.

“Then when would I get any work done? Oh - you should know,”

Jesper looked up.

“The Black Tips aren’t done with me,” she said - and if there was a slight tension in her shoulders? A nervous catch in her voice? The unsubtle drift of her hand back towards her blades? Jesper didn’t get the chance to question it, “We might need to remain alert. Riesen knows,”

“Knows-?”

Inej’s eyes flashed very briefly as she shook her head.

“He knows, Jes. And he’s not happy,”

Ah. Liesbeth Stoevelaar. Jesper nodded once, opened his mouth to try and reassure her, suggest she got some rest, maybe even offer to hang around if she was nervous - Stoevelaar had broken straight into her bedroom, after all - and then closed it again upon the realisation that Inej had melted in the shadows and he had been left alone.

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chains-of-destiny · 10 months ago

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In what ways has the magocracy's rule and the subsequent rebellion shaped the current political and social landscape of your world?

Hey! In the rewrite, I'm planning to add a Codex (and maybe even a map) to delve into the world's lore.

But, until that becomes a reality, here is what I've imagined as a backstory for the world:

The Naraveneese magocracy was a major power due to its strategic position and the sheer magical power at its disposal. Situated on an island chain, it held sway over a vital maritime trade route connecting the powerful state of Qajir with the mainland continent of Runsas. The magocracy was originally an autonomous and renowned magical academy that later became the rival of the Machian High Kingdom after the magocracy seceded from the it when the first Machian High King died.

Runsas became their battleground for influence for centuries, with Machia consolidating control over the southern territories and Naraveen asserting suzerainty over the many smaller petty kingdoms and city-states of the North (+ one of the Ceovar tribes agreed to pay them tribute and to march to war against the Machians when the time came if they supported their unstable rule over the many Ceovar tribes).

Naraveen employed a system where the magically talented children in their vassal states needed to be transferred to their islands for training (somewhat similar to the Ottoman Devshirme System in our world). This ensured a constant influx of magical talent under Naraveneese control, further cementing their supremacy.

However, the balance of power shifted dramatically with the collapse of the Machian High Kingdom into a brutal civil war. This eventually resulted in the fragmentation of the High Kingdom into dozens of self-proclaimed kingdoms. Naraveen sought to fill the resulting power vacuum and extend its influence in hopes of being able to rival Qajir, but this ambition was thwarted by the Great Rebellion. In a catastrophic turn of events during the fight for the magocracy's last grand citadel, a magical calamity caused an unknown phenomenon that unleashed a deadly brown fog across the islands, rendering them uninhabitable.

The nine great heroes then fled to the mainland with whoever they could put on ships, meaning many tens of thousands of civilians, mundane and magically talented alike. They made landfall in Runsas and established the Republic (the war known as the 'Iron Crusade' also happened not much after this, but that is not significant now).

So, all in all, there is a power vacuum in the continent - the Republic, which is essentially a successor state to Naraveen, is not as powerful as the magocracy once was, and the newly independent northern states are hostile, viewing the Republic as nothing more than an extension of their former oppressors. The former Machian High Kingdom is a land of constant strife and conflict, with claimants to the High Kingdom rising and falling. Currently, the big players on the continent, I would say, are the Republic, the Ceovar Confederacy, and King Roland's western kingdom (a Machian successor state technically still allied to the Republic).

Culturally, Naraveen and Machia diverged significantly after the magocracy's independence. While sharing a common language, the two societies developed distinct customs. However blending of Machian and Naraveneese heritage in the Republic for over a century created a unique hybrid culture among the lower classes. The ruling elite still upholds traditional Naraveneese values while embracing republican ideals championed by the nine heroes.

Originally, the magocracy's rule entrenched a system where magical ability was the primary determinant of power and status. This led to a stark divide between the magical elite and the non-magical majority, resulting in widespread inequality and discrimination.

If the sources are to be believed, the rebellion against the magocracy was fueled by grievances over this inequality and oppression. It sparked a revolution that sought to overthrow the strict hierarchy and establish a more egalitarian society. However, I want to clarify that the rest of the continent still follows the same feudal system as it did before.

I hope this answers your question! Let me know if you have any further questions or if there's anything else you'd like to know.

#chains of destiny #ask #interactive fiction

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blaiddfailcam · 1 year ago

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Marika's involvement in the Land of Shadow

In interview with Hidetaka Miyazaki, he posits that while the player arrives in the Land of Shadow in Miquella's footsteps, another aspect of the story will pertain to Marika, and the mystery of her actions in this world apart. Knowing her to have been a ruthless conqueror of the Lands Between, might the Land of Shadow been another battleground on which she tested her faith?

To bring Order to chaos

"They were never saints. They just happened to be on the losing side of a war."

This particular quote from the trailer, spoken by a yet unknown character, stuck out to me. It isn't clear to whom the speaker is referring, but thematically, it resonates with a theme throughout Elden Ring of the enduring power of faith and fragility. Clearly, the Land of Shadow is a deeply hostile world, and with Messmer the Impaler seemingly at the heart of this suffering, it's certainly not a welcome world for the Erdtree faithful.

Given the heavy focus on fire—in particular, "the embrace of Messmer's flame"—I'm reminded of another quote from the base game, included in the Erdtree's Protection incantation:

"In the beginning, everything was in opposition to the Erdtree. But through countless victories in war, it became the embodiment of Order."

Prior to the establishment of the Age of the Erdtree, two battles were fought: first with the Gloam-Eyed Queen and her Blackflame, and the second against the Fire Giants to seal the Flame of Ruin. Fire is naturally regarded a sin in the Erdtree faith, so it's no wonder Marika was challenged with disposing of these two volatile forces before her age could truly flourish. Might Messmer's flame have been another beast in need of taming?

While Marika eventually won her war, a key component of the Golden Order is its adaptability. Marika never truly defeated the Godskins, as we find several Apostles and Nobles wandering the world, possibly even in service to Maliketh in Farum Azula; though Godfrey slaughtered countless Fire Giants, Marika realized she could never truly eliminate the Fell God, and so cursed the last of their race to protect the secret for eternity. The Golden Order is powerful, but it cannot erase an ideology. It conquers through absorption and appropriation, enslaving all unto its will. This is once again illustrated through Radagon's marriage to Rennala after failing to defeat her in battle, a union that ultimately fettered the fate of the stars to that of the Golden Order.

Curiously, this concept arises yet again with Miquella.

"Pure and radiant, he wields love to shrive clean the hearts of men. There is nothing more terrifying."

Similarly to Malenia's quote in her gear descriptions, Miquella is described paradoxically as both loving and terrifying, wielding power over all with his ability to manipulate those who adore him. As the Bewitching Branch illustrates, he even possesses an eerie ability to inspire love in enemies to compel them to his aid. I suppose the apple didn't fall far from the tree... uh, no pun intended.

To search the depths

At the Minor Erdtree Church in the Capital Outskirts, Melina recites spoken echoes of Queen Marika:

"I declare mine intent, to search the depths of the Golden Order. Through understanding of the proper way, our faith, our grace, is increased. Those blissful early days of blind belief are long past. My comrades, why must ye faulter?"

Originally, I assumed this quote was literally referring to the region beneath the Erdtree, Deeproot Depths. After all, it is there that the heart of the Greattree resides, and where the golden star that would become the Elden Beast first landed, drawing matter from the Crucible to form the sapling that would in time become the Erdtree. However, it never quite sat right with me, as there would likely be no reason to explore the ruins of an Eternal City to better comprehend the Golden Order.

With the new knowledge that Marika also set foot in the Land of Shadow, I now wonder if this other realm is actually what she was referring to? She designates a shift from "blind belief" toward an era of reason, which almost sounds as if she sought to test her faith, as well as that of her comrades, through yet another war. It's not at all clear when she set her heart upon this introspection, but given that it's never quite explained why she divested Godfrey and his warriors of their grace, might some discovery during her exploration of the Land of Shadow have inspired this unusual plot...?

This could even mark the first instance in which Marika failed to achieve victory, even through absorption. It appears that whatever road carries us to the Land of Shadow, Messmer retains much of his power, possibly explaining why this region was somehow cloven from the Lands Between. In any case, it seems as though Messmer recognizes the Tarnished as Marika's true chosen successors, not just mere outcasts. (Might then she and her Erdtree faithful have been the alleged "saints" on the losing side of the war...?)

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There's plenty left to ponder, and perhaps none of this is even close to hitting the mark, but it'll be fun to mull over and see what surprises are left in store for us. I'm not even going to begin attempting to decipher Messmer's alleged relationship to Marika, lol.

Just a few months... We can do this.

#elden ring #shadow of the erdtree #marika #miquella #messmer #my ramblings

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epidaleacalamita · 7 months ago

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to this day when i see a mention of player unknown's battlegrounds i mutter "plunkbat?" to myself

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astraa-play · 1 year ago

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Most Costly Aston Martin . Luckiest Crate Opening 100000 Uc In Bgmi

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Introduction:

In the world of luxury cars and mobile gaming, we often encounter stories that leave us in awe. This blog delves into one such fascinating tale, where opulence meets gaming luck. We're about to explore the most expensive Aston Martin ever built and an astonishing crate opening in the popular mobile battle royale game, Battlegrounds Mobile India (BGMI). These two seemingly unrelated worlds converge in a remarkable manner.

The Most Costly Aston Martin:

Aston Martin is renowned for its luxurious and high-performance vehicles. However, there's one car that stands out as the pinnacle of extravagance, the Aston Martin Valhalla. Priced at an astonishing $2.5 million, it's among the most expensive cars in the world. The Valhalla is a hybrid hypercar, featuring a 4.0-liter V8 engine coupled with an electric motor, producing a combined 937 horsepower. With a top speed of around 217 mph and a 0-60 mph time of just 2.5 seconds, it's a beast on the road.

This ultra-exclusive car is limited to just 999 units, ensuring that owning one is a testament to affluence and exclusivity. The Valhalla's design is futuristic, with a carbon-fiber monocoque chassis and an aerodynamic body that ensures optimal performance. It's a dream car for car enthusiasts, but only a select few can turn that dream into reality.

The Luckiest Crate Opening in BGMI:

Battlegrounds Mobile India, the Indian version of PUBG Mobile, is known for its in-game purchases and virtual items. One of the most thrilling aspects of the game is opening crates, which can yield rare and valuable cosmetic items for your in-game character. These crates are typically obtained using UC (Unknown Cash), which can be purchased with real money or earned through gameplay.

In a world where the odds of getting rare items in crates can be slim, a player's luck can sometimes defy all expectations. This is precisely what happened in a recent crate opening session where a player, with a staggering 100,000 UC at their disposal, unboxed some of the most coveted and rare items in the game.

The items unboxed included exclusive character outfits, weapon skins, vehicle skins, and emotes, some of which are considered "legendary" and are highly sought after by the BGMI community. The excitement and disbelief of the player, as well as the awe of the gaming community, were palpable as this incredible feat unfolded.

Conclusion:

In this blog, we explored two worlds of extravagance and luck coming together. The Aston Martin Valhalla, priced at $2.5 million, represents the pinnacle of luxury and high-performance cars, while the luckiest crate opening in BGMI showcased how chance and fortune can lead to astonishing virtual riches. These stories remind us that sometimes, in the realms of both the tangible and the digital, extraordinary things can happen when luxury and luck collide.

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Crack the Code to Pubg Mobile Dominance: Top Up UC Like a Pro!

Welcome, avid gamers and Pubg Mobile enthusiasts! If you're reading this, then you're probably well aware of the importance of UC (Unknown Cash) in the virtual battleground of Pubg Mobile. UC is the currency that can give you the competitive edge, enabling you to unlock premium items, flaunt unique skins, and dominate your opponents with style. In this article, we'll guide you through the process of Pubg Mobile UC top-ups, ensuring you master the acquisition of these highly sought-after game gems.

Why Top Up UC Matters:

Pubg Mobile UC is at the heart of the game's in-app purchases. It not only enhances your avatar's appearance but also grants access to exclusive features, powerful weapons, and upgraded gameplay features. This makes topping up UC crucial for players aiming to ascend the ranks and become true Pubg Mobile champions.

The Ultimate Pubg Mobile UC Top Up Guide:

a) Choosing the Right Platform: We delve into the different options available for topping up Pubg Mobile UC, weighing the pros and cons of each.

b) Security Matters: We discuss the critical aspect of account security when opting for UC top-ups. Sharing tips and best practices to ensure your account remains safe throughout the process.

c) Smart UC Top-Up Strategies: Learn about cost-effective options, discounts, and promotional offers that can maximize your UC purchase value. We'll provide insights into the marketplace and identify sources that guarantee the best UC top-up deals.

d) Payment Methods Simplified: From traditional debit and credit cards to digital wallets, explore the various payment avenues to top up your UC balance effortlessly. Discover additional payment options that can help you circumvent obstacles, such as regional restrictions.

Beware of Scammers:

Cautionary tales are necessary when it comes to online gaming. We expose potential scams and fraudulent activities surrounding Pubg Mobile UC top-ups. Stay vigilant and arm yourself with knowledge to avoid falling victim to these deceitful schemes.

Player Testimonials:

We'll share stories from fellow Pubg Mobile enthusiasts who have successfully navigated the UC top-up process. Gain inspiration from their experiences, triumphs, and lessons learned, encouraging you to embark on your own path to Pubg Mobile glory.

Conclusion:

Congratulations, dear reader! By now, you possess the knowledge required to become a Pubg Mobile UC top-up maestro. Remember, topping up UC not only enhances your gameplay but also supports the continuous improvement and development of one of the most popular mobile games around. Unlock your true potential within the virtual battleground, and may your UC top-ups guide you towards ultimate Pubg Mobile

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Overtime

Regulos: Regulos is still mourning his friends when he hears the sounds of devastation from the village, where a group of Magma Seijin are attacking, aiming to sell the Cosmo Beast Fighters as they have the people of L77. They are confronted by Lightning White Tiger Fist Phoros, Leaping Spirit Crane Fist Albeo, Phantom Water Snake Fist Pharood and Rapid Frozen Panther Fist Spica. 2 elites, Yurub and Lava order the rest forward, but the advantage is the Cosmo Beast Fighters even as Dias joins them. Magma Invasion Army leader Volcan beams down, noting the Fighter's strength and beats down Dias as Regulos arrives. Regulos attacks Volcan, but can't penetrate the replica Empera Seijin armour he wears, but Alude arrives and decimates the fleet with the legendary Juggernaut Charging Buffalo Strike, and holds his own against Volcan. Lava attempts to get Alude from behind, Alude blocks but is hit by Volcan's poison strike before the Magma Seijin retreat. Spica informs the trainees that Alude will live, but his cannot use Cosmo Beast Fist anymore, Dias showing interest in his Cosmo Beast. Phoros instructs continuing with training, but Regulos, in anger wants to strike first, Phoros warns the path of revenge will lead to expulsion, as it did to a once promising Cosmo Beast Fighter. Regulos flies off in a rage, and unfocused collides with a wall, falling into an unknown cavern, and is attacked by Gue-Basser until and unknown Cosmo Beast Fighter drives it off, and Regulos begins to make a request of him.

New Generation Stars: Geed reflects on his time with Zero, and manages to activate the Dimensionizer's data on Zero Beyond. He then thinks about his father, activating the data on Belial.

Geats: Beroba is forced to decide to return the Vision Drivers, but first her and Kekera go to the Goddess again with a wish each. Sara and Michinaga both found 33 ID Cores, and in overtime will have an hour to steal from others. Sara agrees with Keiwa they need to restore the DGP victims. Neon is wishing her fans would forget her, when Kyuun approaches, telling her continuing is pointless, her wish won't be granted. As the battle resumes, Neon relates this info to the others before Buffa attacks, he soon has Hakubi overpowered, Na-Go jumps to protect her and both are defeated. He hesitates on destroying the ID Cores when they protest they still have so much to do, but does so, Tycoon grabs the bag is Codes and keeps struggling. Ziin presents the Vision Drivers to Niram, but throws one to Ace until he explains about Mitsume, Ace uses it to go to the Goddess, Niram pursuing. Hareruya is trying to find out how Mitsume had Ace, as Tsumuri notes, the future people lack the capacity to bear children. Suel claims to Ace in the goddess chamber that she has no will of her own, attempting to prove it by presenting a wish of "A world without Ukiyo Ace", but she rejects it, though Suel blames this on her power waning, meaning she shall be disposed of in the Grand End, then tosses Ace to the battleground, where Beroba and Kekera are watching Tycoon and Buffa fight. Hareruya and Tsumuri discover that a player was erased from history for some crime, and a rule added against intimacy between a player and navigator, this was also right when the prize changed from the coin to an ideal world. Buffa grabs Tycoon's core, but Keiwa refuses to give up, still blaming the Goddess. Before Buffa can crush the core, Punkjack interferes, declaring overtime over. Gathering the 4 remaining Riders, Hareruya relates how Mitsume prayed after falling in love with a man from the past, and was miraculously granted a child. Her power to change the world was not based on despair, nor on sacrifice. Is the tool to blame, or those that use it? Suel commences the Grand End, and the crumbling Goddess is lowered in chains into the world, Suel informing Niram they already have a successor for the Goddess. Ace confronts them, and Niram is ordered to eliminate him. Gazer and Geats Laser Boost clash, but Geats starts losing after witnessing the goddess start to crumble, and is overpowered. As a large fragment from her face lands near him, he reaches over to it, and recalls her saying to forget her, something he could never do. By sheer will and rage, he causes a new Raise Buckle to appear, which transforms him to Geats Boos Mk-III, which atomised one of Gazer's drones.

Kingohger: Yanma and Shiokara are trying to interrogate Jeramie on where his Royal Arms came from. Jeremie appears to the still angry Deathnarok and Kamejin, plotting to use the Greater Guardians' bodies and hands over God Hopper's soul, they make a plot using Gerojim. Gira wants to look for the trio of Shugods, as he can't communicate with Sasorin, Himeno has him disguised as Sebastian. Shiokara and Yanma show Jeremie the factory that is the heart of N'Kosopa, after hearing how Yanma built it up thanks to mentoring from Gin, Jeramie allows Yanma to study the Venomix Shooter. Racles contacts Yanma demanding Jeramie, Yanma considers humiliating him, but his whole inner circle onows that is a bad idea, Shiokara then bumps into Gerojim. Yanma brings Jeramie to Racles, Jeramie asking if, as Shugoddom was the first kingdom, if Racles knows of what came before the King-Ohger legend. The others, Gira as Sebastian, arrive in Shugoddom, Gira can hear Sarorin, and Bugnarok attack. Yanma's attempt to humiliate Racles goes as wrong as it can, and Shiokara now turns out to be a disguised Gerojim. Yanma decides to shift blame to the Bugnarok, while Jeramie is angry that Yanma betrayed the trust he showed by using the Venomix Shooter for this, and winds up fighting and defeating all 5 Kings, taking back Scorpi's soul and the Ohger Calibers. His intent in sharing out the Guardian Souls was to establish a peace, but nobody understood his intentions again because he didn't say anything. As Gerojim grows, Jeramie is angry again about continuing to fight, and summons the unknown God Tarantula, which controls Guardian Pede and Guardian Cicada, which Himeno recognises, and snatches God Hopper's soul back, before piloting God Tarantula to defeat the Bugnarok, including controlling the Greater Guardians, once Gerojim is defeated he leaves, Gira hears the trio say they'll follow Jeramie, but Himeno is sure they're being controlled, as inside God Tarantula, it's shown Jeramie actually saved Gerojim, seeing a kindred spirit, who decides he thinks Jeramie should be king.

Metropolis: Some of the jailed AHK members play with the Dogengers sofubi, while Yuz-Yuz plays with I-Doll, but Shaberryman and the rest tell her to leave, possibly concerned about Rookie, and send Hatena out with her. Tanaka is absolutely furious about I-Doll, and rushes out, Akuta is still unwell, but Shiraishi follows, not quite understanding why Tanaka cares so much. Hatena seems a little more on the serious side, a contrast with Yuz-Yuz. The two pairs run into eachother, and Tanaka asks for I-Doll's return, but Yuz-Yuz wants to keep them, and so Rookie starts fighting her and the Toyin, as Hyakutoban fights Hatena. Hatena has a wide variety of weapons in his briefcase, a sword, a whip, a hammer, a polearm, a gun, and even a signal jammer to block Akuta's advice, overpowering Hyakutoban. Rookie defeats the Toyin, but Yuz-Yuz, still wanting the toys, gets serious, overpowering him, but he won't give up, fighting as Tanaka and refusing even after she beats him down, rushing her. Shaberryman interrupts to discuss the way things are going, before we return to Tanaka charging at Yuz-Yuz, when in a flash of light, Insurgent and Doll appear. Tanaka breaks down, hugging them and apologising for letting them get taken, but they forgive him. Yuz-Yuz now really doesn't get it, as all three fight/play until she gets annoyed and leaves. As the three rush to help the beaten Hyakutoban, Hatena sees the tide changing and flees by smoke bomb, Hyakutoban insists he will pursue, telling Rookie to enjoy the reunion. The trio talk together while Akuta regains contact with Shiraishi, who merely says he has failed as a hero and a police officer, and Akuta's not sure his Ohga book has any good advice for this.

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Unlocking the PUBG Mobile Experience: A Deep Dive into UC, Events, and the Royale Pass

PlayerUnknown’s Battlegrounds (PUBG) Mobile has redefined mobile gaming since its 2018 launch, blending intense battle royale action with a thriving in-game ecosystem. Central to this ecosystem are three key elements: Unknown Cash (UC), time-limited events, and the Royale Pass. Together, they create a dynamic loop of rewards, challenges, and customization that keeps millions of players engaged. Whether you’re a casual gamer or a competitive enthusiast, understanding these features is crucial to maximizing your PUBG Mobile experience.

Unknown Cash (UC): The Currency of Victory

UC is PUBG Mobile’s premium virtual currency, acting as the backbone of its in-game economy. Unlike Battle Points (BP), which are earned through gameplay, UC is purchased with real money. It unlocks exclusive content, from flashy weapon skins to coveted outfits, allowing players to stand out on the battlefield.

Why UC Matters

Cosmetic Upgrades: UC lets players purchase Elite Crates, which contain rare skins for weapons, vehicles, and characters. These items don’t boost gameplay stats but add a layer of personalization.

Royale Pass Access: UC is required to purchase or upgrade the Royale Pass, the game’s seasonal battle pass system.

Event Participation: Many limited-time events, such as Lucky Spins or themed crates, require UC for entry or premium rewards.

How to Get UC

Direct Purchase: UC bundles range from 60 UC ($0.99) to 6,000+ UC ($99.99). Regional pricing may apply.

Giveaways & Promotions: Follow PUBG Mobile’s social media for UC code giveaways during festivals or collaborations.

Third-Party Apps: Some survey apps (e.g., Google Opinion Rewards) offer credits redeemable for UC.

Pro Tip: Save UC for high-value events like “Lucky AirDrop” or discounted Royale Pass tiers.

Events: The Heartbeat of PUBG Mobile

PUBG Mobile’s events are meticulously designed to keep the gameplay fresh. These time-limited challenges and collaborations offer unique rewards, from UC to exclusive outfits.

Types of Events

Seasonal Events: Aligned with game updates (e.g., “Livik Unleashed”), these events feature missions tied to new maps or mechanics. Completing them grants UC, skins, or XP boosts.

Collaboration Events: PUBG Mobile partners with franchises like Godzilla vs. Kong or Metro Exodus to introduce themed skins, modes, and missions. For example, the Resident Evil 2 collaboration added zombie survival challenges.

Special Challenges: Events like “Mission Ignition” or “Payload Mode” temporarily alter gameplay rules, rewarding players for adapting to new objectives.

Strategies for Event Success

Prioritize High-Value Missions: Focus on tasks that offer UC or Royale Pass XP.

Team Up: Some events (e.g., “Team Deathmatch Challenges”) require squad coordination for faster completion.

Check Timers: Events often expire abruptly—set reminders to claim rewards before they vanish.

The Royale Pass: Your Gateway to Elite Rewards

The Royale Pass is PUBG Mobile’s battle pass, refreshed every two months with a new theme (e.g., “Titan Strikes” or “Dragon Ball”). It offers a tiered reward system, with free and premium tracks.

How It Works

Free vs. Premium:

Free Tier: Grants basic rewards like BP, classic crate scraps, and temporary skins.

Premium Tier: For 360 UC (Elite Pass) or 1,800 UC (Elite Pass Plus), unlock 50+ tiers of premium loot, including permanent outfits, weapon skins, and emotes.

Progression: Earn RP XP by completing daily/weekly missions, surviving in matches, or securing kills. Higher tiers require grinding but offer exponentially better rewards.

Royale Pass Plus: This $14.99 upgrade auto-unlocks 25 tiers and provides additional missions, ideal for players short on time.

Why Buy the Royale Pass?

Cost Efficiency: Premium rewards (valued at 10,000+ UC) far exceed the pass’s 360 UC cost.

Exclusive Content: Each season introduces unique themes unobtainable elsewhere. For instance, the “Mysterious Jungle” pass featured dinosaur-themed outfits.

Long-Term Engagement: The pass’s 8-week cycle encourages consistent play, with missions tailored to both casual and hardcore gamers.

Maximizing Royale Pass Value

Stack Missions: Complete daily and weekly tasks simultaneously (e.g., “Get 3 headshots” + “Play 3 Classic matches”).

Focus on XP-Boosting Events: Events like “RP Card Bonanza” accelerate tier progression.

Redeem Before Reset: Unclaimed rewards expire when the season ends!

The Synergy Between UC, Events, and the Royale Pass

The magic of PUBG Mobile lies in how these elements interconnect:

UC fuels the Royale Pass, which in turn offers UC as a reward, creating a reinvestment loop.

Events provide shortcuts to earn UC and RP XP, reducing the need for excessive spending.

Limited-time collaborations drive urgency, encouraging players to spend UC on exclusive items.

For example, during the Jujutsu Kaisen collaboration, players could buy UC to unlock character-themed skins while completing event missions to earn free RP tiers.

Conclusion: Mastering the PUBG Mobile Ecosystem

PUBG Mobile’s UC, events, and Royale Pass form a carefully balanced trio designed to reward both dedication and investment. While UC unlocks premium content, strategic play during events can minimize costs, and the Royale Pass offers unparalleled value for active players. Whether you’re hunting for the perfect skin or aiming for Ace Dominator status, understanding these systems ensures every match—and every dollar—counts.

As the game evolves, so do its rewards. Stay alert for surprise events, log in daily, and remember: in PUBG Mobile, style and survival go hand in hand.

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Lessons from the Chessboard

The chessboard is more than just a battleground of kings and queens—it’s a universe of infinite possibilities. Each move unfolds a new reality, a branching path leading to a distinct outcome. It’s a game, yes, but it’s also a profound metaphor for life.

The opening move in chess is both thrilling and terrifying. It’s a step into the unknown, the point furthest from the resolution of the game. At that moment, there are 20 possible moves at your disposal, and each represents a different path. By the second move, those paths multiply into 72,084 possible games. By the third, the number skyrockets into the millions. By the fourth? You’re grappling with more potential outcomes than your mind can hold.

This idea often leaves players frozen in indecision. What if I make a mistake? The fear of failure looms large, but here’s the beauty of chess—and life. While the first move might seem monumental, it’s not an endgame. The vast sea of possibilities ahead means that mistakes aren’t final. They’re just moments. Moments that you can navigate, adjust to, and grow from.

In life, as in chess, our moves carry weight. They shape our present and influence our future, but they don’t define us. A single misstep doesn’t end the game; it opens new avenues for creativity and resilience. The infinite complexity of the board is forgiving, offering countless opportunities to recover and recalibrate.

This perspective offers freedom. If every decision branches into a new universe of possibilities, then worrying about one “perfect” move becomes unnecessary. There is no single right path, only a series of choices and their outcomes. The key is to embrace the journey—each step, each recalibration, each surprising twist.

So, how do you approach life when you’re staring at the vast, overwhelming expanse of “what-ifs”?

Make the First Move: Waiting for the perfect moment or choice is a recipe for inaction. Take a step forward. The clarity you seek often comes through action, not hesitation.

Learn from Your Missteps: Mistakes are inevitable. They’re also invaluable. Every wrong move is an opportunity to understand the board—and yourself—a little better.

Stay Curious: Chess rewards creativity. So does life. Sometimes the bold, unconventional moves lead to the most satisfying victories.

Enjoy the Play: Winning or losing is secondary to the joy of engaging. Relax into the process. The game itself is the reward.

Ultimately, the chessboard teaches us to embrace uncertainty and relish the infinite possibilities it brings. It reminds us that we can recover from missteps, that we are resilient enough to navigate complexity, and that the act of playing—of living—is what matters most.

So sit at the board, take a breath, and make your move. Whatever happens next, there’s an infinite number of ways to play.

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