#pseudo fiend

[megidoreyn]

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[brewed-pangolin]

Pseudo Climactic

OG Soap MacTavish x Fem Reader

18+ MDNI Explicit Smut, Established Relationship, Alcohol Use, Intoxication, Reader turned into a pretzel, Slight Dom/Sub themes if you look closely, Absolute Filth

A/N: The continuous brainrot of Captain MacTavish carries on. I was supposed to drop this last night but had to partake in some New Year's festivities. Hope y'all had a fantastic night bringing in 2024, and that you didn't drink too much of the bubbly because...

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Imagine trying to fake an orgasm with Captain MacTavish because you were too drunk off New Year's champagne.

You were currently folded in half, knees against your chest with strong hands pressing into the flesh of your thighs to keep you perfectly positioned for him against the continually whining mattress.

Soap MacTavish was lost. Mind blank and body in overdrive as he relentlessly thrusted his throbbing cock into your open and soaking cunt.

The lube was definitely doing its job. He'd come at you like a desperate and horny fiend and was well aware you weren't going to get wet enough for him.

He'd blame on it the dress in the morning.

You, on the other hand, were at complete fault for your currently doubled over disposition.

"Why'd ya got to wear that dress?" Soap whispered lowly against your ear. Snaking his hand around your waist to get a tight squeeze of your ass against the bar as you ordered yet another glass of champagne.

"Because I look damn good in it." You retorted, sliding your free hand down and over the supple roll of your hip. The tight, black sequin dress leaving nothing to the imagination as it hugged every voluptuous curve of your feminine form.

"Aye. Ya fuckin' do, lass. But donnae ya think ya'd had enough a-"

"Hands off."

You spat back, swatting his hand away as he tried to grab the glass from within your delicate grasp. Bringing the slender rim up to your lips with a confident smile. All while shooting him an arrogant glance over its circular base as its intoxicating effects coursed through your veins and into your consciousness.

"Easy, lass. Donnae make me pull rank on ya."

"Donnae make me pull rank on ya." You mocked deliberately, even as he narrowed his eyes at you.

His piercing cerulean stare gradually began to be shrouded by a heavy brow. The tight muscles of his jaw clenched while his hand glacially traveled from your ass the delve deeper between the flesh of your thighs.

"Keep it up, ya lit'le minx. An' I'll make sure th'ball ain't gonnae be th'only thing droppin' at midnight."

"Who says we gotta wait til midnight?"

Captain MacTavish was right. You were a little minx. And to solidify that fact, you grabbed your freshly filled glass of bubbly and pulled his hand out from between your legs.

Sauntering off as the steady thrum of the bar added to your already humming subconscious. Making you sway your hips like a sequin laced seductress, effortlessly gliding over towards the other end of the packed tavern to make a hasty exit.

You didn't bother looking back. Even amongst the cacophony of music and boisterous voices, you could hear the heavy cadence of his footsteps behind you. The very presence of the Captain made the air of the bar shift, forcing the crowd to part and allow for a more easily accessible departure.

"Like the parting of the red sea," you hummed quietly under your breath.

And as you made your way towards the open door, a sudden thought began to form in your drunkenly fueled mind. Bringing an overly confident smile to your lips as you placed the champagne glass on an empty table.

Soap MacTavish needed you. And he needed you now.

And goddamn, did he need you.

Yet just as his mind and body worked you like an overused sex doll, you were somehow still cemented in the mundane thoughts and trivial misgivings of reality. The endless glasses of champagne retaliating against your efforts to revel in his relentless pounding as continuous thoughts and regrets from the previous year perpetually flooded your mind.

"Goddamit, come on.." you managed under a heavy breath. Gritting your teeth, clenching your eyes shut to silence all senses and focus only on the feel of him.

You tried to let the world go. To lose yourself in the otherworldly pleasure that only this Scottish beast of man could thrust upon you.

But it was to no avail. Not even Captain Soap MacTavish, the love of your life and best lay you'd ever had could break the bindings of intoxicated actuality.

So you gave in.

You knew your body well enough to mimic the muffled whimpers and desperate gesticulations of an encroaching orgasm to a 'T'. Most men could never tell the difference.

Most men.

You were currently in the grips of giving an Oscar winning performance. Arching your back off the bed, eyes clenched and digging your nails into the flesh of your thighs, and putting on a verbal serenade that would put Meg Ryan to shame.

To put it lightly, your erotic enthusiasm knew no bounds.

And yet, just as you were about to reach the pinnacle of your climactic execution, he halted.

Full stop. System override.

Slowly, you opened your eyes. And when your gaze settled on him, you were met with an expression you had never come face to face with on him before.

Confusion. Resentment. But also, amusement?

"Wha' th'fuck are ye doin', lass?" He panted.

Gripping into the flesh of your thighs as a prominently furrowed brow etched itself onto his forehead. Only serving to accentuate his smug tone and inquisitive curl to his lips while his cerulean eyes threw daggers at you.

"John, I-"

"We're you tryin' to fake it on me, lass? Ya think I cannae tell the difference?"

"John, please. I-"

You were cut off yet again as he pushed himself inside to the brim. Filling you completely with his pulsing cock as he leaned his sweat laden, muscular frame on top of yours. Eyes rolling back in your head and forcing a moan to escape from the depths of your throat as he folded you into an incomprehensible pretzel.

"Ya cannae fake that shite with me. I ain't no one night stan'. I know yer body. Betta' than you, even..."

His hot breath fanned over the curve of your neck as he brought his lips down onto your throbbing pulse point.

That familiar, deep growling brogue vibrating against your flesh and acting like a blade to finally sever you from the tight champagned fueled grip of reality.

Letting out a drawn-out exhale, you felt your body steadily begin to relax underneath him. Pulling his densely built weight up just enough to let you breathe as his steely gaze raked over your trembling and contorted form.

"Tha's it. Now, wha' does m'poor drunken, needy lit'le lass need, eh? Ya wan' it slow? I can give it t'ya slow.."

Soap's words were like honey laced venom. Putting his full weight onto your folded legs once more, letting his hips gradually rock back and forth against your pelvis. A slow, languid movement of his stiffend length pumping into your heat that threatened to instantly pull you into the realm of his pleasured depths.

And just as you were beginning to settle into his unhurried rhythm, he forcefully thrusted himself back into you. Shoving your body into the mattress and pushing your head up against the headboard with a breathless gasp. Causing you to dig and claw your nails into the flesh of his shoulders as he threw his hips back to nearly pull out, only to vigorously throw himself back into your heat once more with a deep, resonating growl.

"Fuckin' hell, bonnie. Is this what'ya need? Wanna break in tha' New Year by breakin' th'bloody bed?"

"Goddammit, John," you managed with a groan in response. Gasping for breath as your mind try to play catch up to your body's ongoing pleasured torture.

"Maybe...somewhere, in between...just..fuck...get me off, baby..."

"Aye. I'm gonnae get ya off, ya needy lit'le minx. But yer gonnae have'ta promise me one thing."

"What?" you replied swifty in a breathless whisper.

The rumbling tremble of authority wrapped around his voice working you into a feverishly desperate mess, writhing underneath him as he brought his lips down to within inches of yours.

"Donnae ever where tha' fuckin dress in public again."

"Yes, sir."

"Tha's a good lass," Soap hummed quietly against your lips. Resuming the mind-numbing pace of his hips as you closed your eyes and let yourself finally give into sensual torment.

You spent the remainder of the night continuously moaning and bellowing his name from your overworked lungs, so much that so you knew you'd be hoarse in the morning. And Soap had had you twisted and bent over in such an array of contorted positions you'd more than likely put a hardened yoga instructor to shame.

By the end, you were so overstimulated and spent after your umpteenth orgasm that you could barely conjure up a single comprehensible thought. The effects of the alcohol long gone. All you could feel was the constant tingling along your skin accompanied by the distant thrum in your core as you slowly rode out the last waves of your final climax.

"You good, lass?" Soap asked, his tone more hushed and reserved as he laid comfortably on his back next you.

Ignoring the protest in your overused muscles to turn your head and steal a glance at him. His body glistening in sweat, the dim light illuminating him in such a way to accentuate the rolling and sculpted curves of his muscular frame.

"Yeah."

That one word was all you could manage on a hushed whisper. Letting your mind and body recover from what felt like hours of erotically fueled physical torture at the hands of the legendary Captain.

Within a matter of minutes, you could feel the tendrils of sleep beginning to wrap themselves tightly around you. Lazily raking your eyes over his blissfully spent form, giving your empty mind all the delicious morsels it needed to conjure up further scenarios you would throw at him throughout the next year.

And within these thoughts flooding your mind they're were two that were the most pronounced:

You would never wear that sequin dress out in public again. And you would absolutely fake another orgasm to truly push Soap MacTavish to his erotically fueled limits. Sans the champagne to truly revel in the entire experience.

Captain MacTavish Masterlist

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I know it's Monday, but I'm keeping the SSS tags because I'm the Soap Squad President and I do what I want. 💛🧼

[forthegothicheroine]

Is Van Helsing the only classic lit (i.e. public domain) monster hunter? In my current project I ended up making Dracula a work of fiction in-universe which kind of gets rid of anyone from the past who could have written extensively about monsters for my protagonist to learn from their notes (yes an OC is a good solution but I like the idea of making it a sort of passing of the torch), I do know about Baron Vordenburg and Dr Hesselius from Carmilla, and Professor Challenger could also maybe work, but are there any others who fit slightly better as an occult expert who would set out to write his (or her) own encyclopedia of creatures?

Carnaki the Ghost Finder and John Silence, Physician Extraordinary! Consider:

Thomas Carnacki was a consulting detective who frequently investigated occult and supernatural occurences. He lived in a flat on Cheyne Walk in Chelsea, and he kept a library on the occult, which included the Sigsand Manuscript, which helped to protect him against supernatural dangers. He was assisted by a friend named Dodgson. Carnacki faced a variety of supernatural menaces and he categorized spirits as Aeiirii and the more dangerous Saiitii. Along with the Sigsand Manuscript and other occult objects, Carnacki also employed pseudo-scientific items, such as the Electric Pentacle.

And

Dr. John Silence was a medical doctor turned occult detective. Independently wealthy due to his inheritance, he chose to practice medicine on those who could not pay. Once his clinic was up and running, his presence was not always required, so he spent his time investigating psychic and occult mysteries. Dr. Silence was a free-lancer, having no consulting-room, bookkeeper, nor professional manners. He spent five years putting himself through “long and severe training, at once physical, mental and spiritual.” From this, he acquired some abilities of his own, including the ability to protect himself from paranormal attacks. He is more than 40 years old, thin, with brown eyes and a well-trimmed beard. Though regarded as an eccentric, he was confident, with great determination and strength of purpose. He battled astral werewolves, fire elementals, and other fiends.

[mako-neexu]

info that fucks me up forever is that the malicious remnants immolated with the black flames of purification became a hand bc not only are those feelings include the feelings of enemies upon knowing they were defeated by fujimaru ritsuka, but also the feelings of the Count of Monte Cristo himself.

The black flames were in the shape of hands because it is imbued with dantes' essence. The black flames were showing themselves as a means to REVEAL to ritsuka what is truly happening all along. in the pseudo-tokyo.

they "pursue" ritsuka regardless of which emotion it was...it was like they were beacons of light further down the staircase leading ritsuka to the truth. it is monte cristo who beckons ritsuka to come to him, the mastermind found at the near endless staircase that leads to the waste pit, where the truth can be found. even after ritsuka leaves, more of the flames were found the further the Avenger class descended. so the complete truth was found out upon reaching the bottom.

here lies the bastard fiend that plagues your dreams and feasts upon them to weaken your will. accomplice, my only accomplice. i have no regrets for what i have done. but you deserve to know the truth and thus i extend my "hands" to you. to face me once and for all, so i may selfishly see you off and finish one last errand before i leave.

yet these "hands" seem to have a mind of its own. perhaps, becoming an extension to reveal my true desires to be with you, to fight with you once more.

this shameless, unforgiveable Avenger still seeks your light to my cigar. that dazzling radiance that blinded me on the day we had met on a spiral tower no less different than where we stand now.

[karniss-bg3]

The cult of the absolute doesn't strike me as necessarily caring about the quality of life of its followers given they can just-- brain wash them into thinking it's the best. What kind of living situation do you think Kar'niss was put into? After all-- they made an ogre stay in the same rooms as other races.

Without a doubt, the Absolute are dogshit at cultist accommodations. If they had a Yelp page it'd be one stars down the line. Although I hear the continental breakfasts have their perks; If you don't mind tadpoles in your oatmeal, that is.

When it comes to our dear baby boy I fear he may have it the worst out of anyone, or the best depending on how you look at it. I don't believe he lives at the tower full time. Driders are bloodthirsty and are required to consume blood at least every four days, otherwise their bodies begin to break down and they can die. Unless Ketheric Thorm had a steady system to meet these dietary needs it would require Kar'niss to go out on the hunt for meals. And if there is one thing driders are biologically wired to do, it's hunt...and often.

I believe Kar'niss spends most of his time at the camp where you first encounter him.

This area is large enough to handle his size and secluded enough to where he's rarely bothered. Stationed so close to the mountain pass it also affords him the jump on any foolish enough to enter the Shadowlands. If you enter through the doorway at the back you also find a lot of evidence that this could be his primary feeding nest.

Bloody drag marks, bodies in trees and rock faces and skeletal remains piling up in the cavern below, it's the perfect spot for a hungry drider to enjoy his meal in peace. He likely drags his victims to the tree, drinks them dry and discards the remains for scavengers or fiends to clean up.

I also believe this is the real reason he was given the moon lantern. Not because the Absolute actually favored him, but because out of anyone he would be required to venture into the Shadowlands most often. This elected him as the impromptu guide for any True Souls that wandered to Moonrise.

As for where he sleeps, I doubt he does much if at all. Drow only require four hours of rest with their trance ability, and Kar'niss is still labeled as a drow in his profile. Rest wouldn't come easy to him with so many voices bombarding his mind, vying for attention. So when he's not being tasked by the Absolute to act as a guide or some other side venture, he's either hunting or looming at the top of Moonrise tower to be closer to "Majesty". I have an idea as to how Kar'niss became so thoroughly mind fucked by them, but that's for another post.

If he does stay at the tower primarily it would be just as lonely as the pseudo campsite. Kar'niss is the Ned Flanders of the Absolute (with more murder), and everyone else is Reverend Lovejoy. Sure, they believe and follow faithfully, but Kar'niss is a bit too extra even for them. His constant ramblings, his fanatic devotion and how temperamental he can be make him an unpopular option to hang around. He's likely dismissed or outright ignored. In fact now that I think about it, I don't think a single NPC addresses him by name. The guard at Moonrise calls him 'drider' and that's it. Perhaps Minthara does but I can't recall to save my life. Sad.

Overall I think regardless of where he chooses to hang his web, it's a very isolated existence. The Absolute don't care about him, non-cultists don't care about him, and he has an invisible timer ticking down toward his expiration date. The poor creature is simply too brainwashed and broken to know it.

Thanks for the ask!

[accountantcontent]

What if Higgs and Sam didn't fuck. Maybe we should sit down and consider for a moment the amount of harassment Sam deals with on a regular basis throughout the story of Death Stranding. Seeing Higgs as this sort of Sex Freak just because he is acting Weird to you and idk he licks Sam? He's a funny son of a bitch to me but he's nothing but a traumatized man, clearly struggling with his mental health long term due to abuse And exposure to chiralium, during some pseudo apocalypse who was given the power of a god.

Smth smth portray him however you want but it feels almost disrespectful to anyone involved portraying him as a sex fiend, or even putting Sam in the position of Tolerating or Enjoying that sort of interaction. Enjoy your favorite characters and game however you'd like but it's almost funny how ooc the fandomized versions of them are.

[merriclo]

Tips on Accessorizing for Cheap !!

this has been said to death already, but find the cheapest second-hand or thrift store you can in your area, and become a fiend. there’s a lot of great jewelry that’s hidden in there

furthermore, lots of thrift stores will have auctions to get rid of what doesn’t sell. here, you can get actual buckets of things for like,, $5 USD. you can ask the staff if they host these, and they’ll let you know! in my experience, you either have to be 18+ or be accompanied by someone who is, so if you’re young, grab your favorite trusted adult and go get some shit for dirt cheap. (this doesn’t stop at accessories, actually, i got all of my dishes and some furniture and books this way. just make sure to clean it !!)

if you’re interested in using chains and such for accessories, get them at a hardware store!! they’ll be sturdy and last you a good amount of time, while also being much cheaper than anything you’d find at a store.

ask around!! see if anyone you know has things they want to get rid of that you can snatch up

follow tutorials from punks. the entire subculture is built on rebellion, and thus relies very little on consumption. i’ve seen punks use the waistbands of old jeans as bracelets before, and look sick as fuck while doing it. even if that’s not the style you’re aiming for, you can still take the principles and practices and apply it to your own style.

get versatile!! i’ve used necklaces as pseudo-belts and bracelets before, and have wrapped bracelets around hair-ties. scarves can be ribbons or belts or hair-ties, too!! everything has a second, secret usage

things that aren’t accessories can also very easily become accessories if you try hard enough. bottle tabs can be tied together to make shapes and charms (many tutorials and patterns can be found on Pinterest!) and random pieces of thread can become charms if you learn how to tie certain knots.

diy and crafts!! save bottle caps and turn them into pins, spare ribbons as bracelets or earring charms. dollar stores and walmarts and such have supplies to craft your own jewelry, too! lobster hooks, thread, beads, earring hooks, etc.! you can even bypass this by buying sturdy enough wire and making the earring hook yourself, if that’s your only option. tie buttons together, and you end up with a bracelet, tie even more and you have a necklace or a belt or whatever the hell you want.

if you get some bobby pins and then hot glue charms or whatever onto them, you get hair clips!! just try and make sure the charm isn’t too heavy so it’ll stay in your hair.

libraries and other public services might have jewelry making or knitting or crocheting nights where you can learn how to craft and take what you create back home for free!! check that out (and also support your local library. get a library card i beg of you.)

you can prolong cheaply made jewelry (especially rings) by coating it in a layer of clear nail polish. it’ll stop it from turning your fingers green, and provide a protective layer between the metal and any sweat or water it might come into contact with

kids sections of stores. i am not even playing right now, go get yourself some hair clips meant for 6 year olds. if you figure out how to style it, it’ll be perfect.

remember that you can use and do literally whatever the fuck you want, so long as you like how you look. loop dental floss through buttons and wrap it around your wrist, or make a charm out of knots and hang it on the zipper of your jacket, or cut off the straps off of an old unusable bag and make it a choker. have fun with it

i’m American, so some of these might not translate well to other countries. if you have any advice to add, please do!!

[cosmica-galaxy]

I feel like if Veteran were a Mimic he'd be one of the most battle-worn yet very fatherly Alphas one could meet.

I mean he can easily keep the likes of Buddy and Fiend in check as a regular Cameraman! Just imagine the commanding and protective presence he'd have if he were an Alpha mimic!

Oh, DEFINITELY. Veteran is an experienced survivor and is older than Buddy, so he would have "elder privileges" (despite not being TOO old. He's just older and more experienced). That would also mean that Buddy would be considered the "pack prince" and Byte would be the "future prince" in the lineage. Since the older and wiser mimics lead the packs and govern them, Veteran would be at the top of the pecking order. Plus, the human would be his own adopted child, similar to the baby trio. Which makes them also a pseudo-alpha-to-be...at least by Camera Mimic logic. XD Veteran's scars would also show as a battle-worn symbol to other mimics to NOT fuck with him. He has gotten into rough fights and lived to age elegantly, he's a foe worth his salt and his scarred presence is enough to send weaker camera mimics running for the hills and safety of their respective environments. A large scarred mimic is not to be antagonized. Angering Veteran to eat the human is not worth it in a lot of lesser mimic's eyes. He is big protective dad. <3

[zorosdimples]

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im absolutely losing it over how the au isn't even THAT FAR OFF FROM CANON LIKE--

you can't tell me the brothers don't treat you like a pseudo-lilith in canon universe frfr, but to see it presented this way????? outright? no holds barred????

they're fiends. I love them. the things I'd give to be their lilith 😩😩😩😩

the thing is that canonically you can tell that there’s a sort of sexual tension between the brothers just simmering beneath the surface. but in spite of any feelings—namely lust—that they may feel, they maintain the farce of brotherhood that they were born into in the celestial realm.

but in the au where school isn’t a factor and you’re almost entirely confined to the house of lamentation, there’s more room for you to be introspective, to notice the strange, nuanced nature of the brothers’ relationship. and then of course there’s you: perfect, sweet, angelic lilith. the once-missing piece of their happy family.

to me there’s something that feels more twisted about pseudocest than incest itself. hear me out: the brothers go out of their way to paint a picture of their family bonds. even though they don’t share flesh and blood, they act like it, and they speak like it, too. and you’re their precious, perfect little sister. they call you by lilith’s name, of course. but they also relish establishing your role as the youngest sibling in the family.

once you are able to wrap your mind around this concept of family, however, it’s ripped out from underneath you. because they express their desires and take you (sexually) without remorse or shame. in fact, i think they especially emphasize the family aspect of your relationship when you’re in bed with them. it’s sick and twisted but they love it. they thrive on the taboo—on the look of humiliation and despair on your face when they force you to say, “fuck me harder, big brother.”

and i didn’t go as far as i originally thought i would in the little blurb that i posted, but i do think that lucifer wants you to call him “father.” not only is he the head of the household—the metaphoric father in terms of the nuclear family—but also he’s inverting the roles of himself and his father (god the father). it’s symbolic and blasphemous. but at the end of the day, he’s your god. and you’re just an angel who must hang onto his every word like it’s law.

[lunarsilkscreen]

The Overarching FF-World

I've come up with a theory that takes into account most of the FF lore and connects just about every game together. I've even found links to other Franchises like PHANTASY STAR.

For the sake of this article though, I will stick to Final Fantasy only, and assume that the connected story elements are just referencing the same Legend in Japanese culture.

Well, actually, with a blend of worldwide religions and cultures as well.

In the beginning there were 4 Crystals that controlled the elements of the world. Fire, Earth, Wind, and Water. The balance between these elements brings life to the world, and peace. The disorder of these elements allows light or darkness to fill their places in uneven measure.

Garland, and the First Hero of light were selected to protect the balance between Light and Dark, Garland becoming the first entity to control Chaos, and become the hero of Dark, along with the four fiends.

Humans who became twisted and transformed. They took up the mantle of "Training the next generation of heroes" by intentionally causing "mischief".

There were two worlds at this time. Terra and Gaia. Gaia is the blue planet, and Terra the red planet. These two, after the initial history of FF don't meet very often, but when they do, they get close enough to build a gravitational well, and the ability to hop between worlds.

<aside>in PS, this is the planet RykRos, hence why I say there are connections, but as the properties are owned by competing producers, it's not likely we'll see directly stated connections.</aside>

Most every FF takes place on one of these planets. Either Terra, or Gaia. And so there are two distinct timelines between the two planets.

However; at the end of FF13-[Lightning Returns]--The souls travel to a new world entirely.

Now, this could be a jump between the two stated planets. But I'm fairly certain that Cocoon is Terra, and Gran Pulse is Gaia.

The reason that this could potentially not be correct; is that we often see artificial moons or objects created in the series. Consider FF14's variant of "Meteor" which was a man-made prison meant to trap Bahamut.

At one point the planets were so closely linked that a towed was created connecting the two planets. In SaGa/FFL, this was the tower that you ultimately face off against God, and then return home.

And we later see this tower as a background prop in many FFs. This is what is known as "The Crystal Tower". On the other planet; I'm fairly certain it's called "Ipsen's Tower".

This tower is pseudo-magical, links several distinct worlds together, but ultimately is the connecting bridge between Gaia and Terra.

The world's in FFL are seen as different levels of the tower, with the "Main World" being the base of the tower. But it becomes strange, as the party seemingly travels between generations as they traverse the tower. At one point winding up in a post-apocalyptic future.

Post FFL, the tower has seemingly lost its magic, but not its lore. And in FFL2, is simply one of the first dungeons.

We always seem to see a Cid, who is usually an engineer hanging around. And I think that this is simply a genetic lineage of Cid. The first became a renowned inventor, who gave birth and taught his son, eventually became the ruling family of Lindblum, and subsequently Headmaster.

FFL was the first franchise to introduce genetic variants in humans; There are Humans, Mutants, and Monsters. All of these are sentient beings, and are hireable in each world through a guild hire of parties system.

When one of your party expires, you will mostly likely replace them with a new member because resurrection is quite expensive.

All of these beings throughout the series are seen as the same level of sophisticated and sentient. And sometimes there are dwarves. But most importantly; they take their soul energy from the same "soul pool". Or Lifestream.

When a person does, they return the Lifestream. And when they are born, their soul comes from it.

Often, this "Lifestream" is interrupted. And when a soul cannot return to the lifestream, they become Fiends, or unsent.

It's FFX that introduced this concept of "Sending" as a necessary task of the summoner. To lay the souls to rest, prevents them from becoming fiends and taking their former loved ones.

In many cases, there is a distinct point where you can interact with the "Farplane" or the lifestream itself. In FF9, the Lifa Tree was planted in one of these entrances, and prevented souls from returning. Even producing Mist which is a byproduct of the life energy. And eventually can be crystalized into Materia.

Or liquefied and used as Mako.

Zidane and crew restored the balanced temporarily by defeating the guardian of the Lifa Tree. However, Kuka and Garland used this to make Mist production worse.

Because on the red planet, there were many beings who could not return to the lifestream, without first hopping to Gaia.

Why this is; remains uncertain. But it's likely due to the crystal imbalance caused on Terra, and Garland just doesn't like to do his job.

So often, one of these Planets is imbalanced, and overrun with "Mist" and Fiend Souls who need to be returned to the lifestream, but tend to be used as weapons instead.

Hence the utilization of mist in FF9, and the subsequent weaponization in FF7.

The "Mutants" in some cases are called "Sorcerers" in others are called "Summoners". Are typically horned humans. But can take other forms, such as the L'Cie, and whatever Ardyn became, and Chaos tends to be.

The "Horns" in FF are always linked to this same lineage of people. And can also be considered linked to "The Ancients" in FF7.

However, they could also be considered connected to the "Lunarians" to Gaians, the planet Terra was considered a "Red Moon". And while some installments have you literally travelling to the moon, this wasn't always the case.

Lunarians, to a lesser extent, the Fal'Cie and the Occuria, and potentially even Ardyn share this moniker "Undying". And seem to share a connection.

But to what extent is unknown. As Crystalization of a person's essence, their life energy, turns them into a different kind of being. This Crystalization is first depicted in FFX (by first, I mean; on proud display as being important) the summons were people trapped in stone that Yuna would commune with.

And later it was Directly referenced as what happens to people. In FFXIII, literally Fang and Vanille, and every L'Cie that doesn't succumb and become fiends.

However, this was also depicted as a "Crystal Sickness" in spin-off titles. Where a person who contracted it would turn into a red crystalized statue. And later discovered to be weaponized by the villain.

This Crystal Sickness, Mako Poisoning, Geo Stigma, L'Cie brand, and whatever Ardyn Has (Star Blight?) seems to be connected together. When the souls don't return to the lifestream, they become fiends.

And when too much "Mist" encompasses the world, we end up with a world of darkness. Conversely, if the world ends up with too much "Crystalized" lifestream, it becomes a world of light.

And the balance is simply this; All living souls must eventually return to the lifestream, or bad things happen.

Interrupting that balance, or causing people to remain past their expiration, doesn't allow the life energy to return to the stream. And they either become Crystal (Materia) or they become Mist(Pyreflies, Fiends).

The Red Materia, and the red from the crystal sickness are likely linked together. As this is seemingly how summons are connected in all games.

Similarly; Artificial people can be created from the mist and crystals. Vivi and the Black Mages, and Zidane and the Monkey tailed people, were created with the same technology. Later, it's quite possible that the the Monkey tailed people became the Cat People in the MMOs FFXI and FFXIV.

And Viera are a sort of mix between Mutant and Cat. As they seemingly have "Horns" in their feet. Creating a permanent stillhetto heel.

Dwarves and the artificial Black Mages seem to also be related as well, this gives credence that all life forms can be generated from the lifestream itself.

It should be noted that Black Mages (Especially those of the Waltz variety) have the same Black Wings that Ultimecia and Sephiroth sport. Indicating that they come from similar development paths.

Which links them to the Summoners almost directly.

Or rather, to the weaponization of the life stream, and subsequent development of Mako Energy.

Yes, when Avalanche talks about it literally being the lifeblood of the planet, that's because it literally is.

There is one seemingly unexplained phenomenon still, and that's the "Invincible" airship. With a giant red eye on its underbelly, it's capable of much destruction.

In fact, anytime there's a bunch of black swirling clouds and an "eye" it's likely the "Invincible". The purpose of this weapon is effectively unknown. Despite being used by Garland himself as a ship that can travel between the two worlds.

It could be linked to Sin. But because Sin is seemingly Organic, and The Invincible isn't, it's uncertain.

However, the war between Technology and Magic and Faith, is a constant plot device in FF. And so the Invincible itself could be a product of all these things. Mans Hubris.

A Techno-Organic AI created by Yu Yevon (or harnessed by him) that can't be disabled because nobody knows where the off-switch is. And so when it's Mako Core is destroyed (Soul who became Sin) it automatically searches for a new one to regenerate its core.

All of these elements make-up the core world and lore of Final Fantasy. With the "Magic Tower" between planets often containing magic that is used by Emperors and Lords who wish to become God.

But often settle for weaponization of precious resources which causes an imbalance in the life stream, and many of the evil we see in the FF world.

The End.

[megidoreyn]

「Strength and beauty are one and the same, wouldn't you agree?」 Painting practice with Chiaki SMT3's pseudo-fiend form🌹

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[thebladeblaster]

I made more SMT protag teams. I have teams for the Hero and Aleph too but I want to think about them more first.

Naoki

Swampert-I was imagining them in the Japanese regions in specific order so that’s why his starter is from Hoenn. Considering he has two friends that were called up with him I imagine Yuko giving them the starters. I think a very punchy starter fits Demi-Fiend but I imagined Blazekin suiting Chiaki better.

Ribombee-Pixie stand-in, small, early game, and fairy

Gallade-He often has Cu in his teams and I thought Gallade would work well as a Cu stand-in.

Eelekross-No weakness like how he often has no weakness

Tyranitar-Thrives in the desert, seeks battle, and big strong guy

Nihilego-It’s a parasite in reference to the magatama implanted into him. I imagine he’s bonded to it giving him powers and technically making him his own sixth Pokémon.

Nahobino

Ceruledge-It just looks like him😅

Tinkaton-Amanozako stand-in, small, fairy-like, and secretly dangerous

Sir Fetched-Fionn stand-in, from the UK, and has a sword

Gardevior-The goddess stand-in and is a counterpart to a Pokémon on Demi-Fiend’s team. V often makes allusions to Nocturne.

Hydriegon-Fights and acquires Hydra also a counterpart as another pseudo legendary and a rival

Tapu Koko-Thunder god with a bad temper like Susanno in myth

[animehouse-moe]

Chainsaw Man Chapter 147: Cremation

To be fair, not a whole lot going on here. It's a Chainsaw Man chapter and is focused on action. It looks very cool and stays true to a lot of Fujimoto's idiosyncrasies for combat, but there's not a whole lot going on. That said, there is still things happen that are worth talking about.

The biggest one obviously being Barem's declaration that Nayuta has to die.

The question is what purpose does Nayuta's death fulfill here? There's two potential reasons for it that come down from Fami herself. The first is that Nayuta has to die to let Denji run loose, as she's been a core piece of comfort for him through the Chainsaw Man identity crisis. The second reason is that Nayuta will most likely get in the way of Fami's plan to stop the prophecy from happening, and because of that needs to be removed.

Both are equally possible, but it's really hard to know which is correct considering how inscrutable Fami's work has been in recent chapters.

Anyways, the other key thing from this episode is the state of the pseudo Chainsaws. Barem calls them devils as they're no longer human. The curious part is what's required to kill them, as it's assumed to be an intrinsic trait to a "contract" with the Fire Devil. Just as people became unkillable zombies via the Zombie Devil, it appears that those that formed contracts with the Fire Devil require special ways to kill them. Ironically, it's fire in this example, which I feel is going to massively backfire.

This poses a really interesting question, because could you consider these Chainsaws to be fiends? They have a protrusion appearing from their head and are not exactly conscious or sentient beings anymore. But it's also not a devil inhabiting the body. Would it be considered something closer to the dolls created by the Doll Devil? But those are explicitly dolls, where Barem uses the word Devil here. Even further, the subjugation of an individual isn't a confirmed ability of the Fire Devil, so this is more than likely a side effect of the contract. Very very curious what these Chainsaws might be.

Though I'm even more curious to see what goes on in the next chapter now that Denji's on the ground and we're setup to see some real action and fighting.

[chubbykanmuses]

Because We are both! Your senses do not fail you, we are a bloody, wretched pseudo-fiend indeed. Bring us the meat of your next husband or wife or whatever you take, and we’ll leave you to it, mhu?

"We are ashamed to admit, that we already buried our former consort. However~"

She kicks a wall, then pushes what appears to be a trap door aside, revealing a gagged, rope-bound, roughed-up Shipgirl-

"She found us, thus we had to take care of her... we were in the midst of figuring out a good method to dispose of her... though I guess feeding the local fauna would suffice, no? Go on. Feast."

[royalthorned]

Hi!! You’ve just given me free reign over your ask box and i am Annoying so here is my unfiltered thoughts (also btw YOU are the tumblr loml)

Most rarepairs are canon to me they all co-exist one way or another because ik nothing if not a multishipper and there’s nothing i love more than a niche ship ESPECIALLY if it’s weird or grotesque or off putting in any way shape or form that is my SHIT like im talking age gaps,power dynamics, fucked up perceptions of love, pseudo incest/the brotherhusband/sisterwife phenomenon, secret third things, fail marriages, DIVORCE, powerful women x really pathetic men, and most of all desire in the form of hunger

So please do tell me about pansy and bellatrix

JAMIE this ask made me jump up to awnser, yes! let’s talk about the worst ships ever

the basis of them revolves around roles. bellatrix is a middle aged woman with no romantic or parental ties. she lives vicariously through her sister (the pinnacle of a pure blood woman) and then gets cut off abruptly mid war. pansy is discarded by her family and friends as too young of a woman to be involved in the war. they are clawing in opposite directions to meet each other. it’s a wrinkled hand with gaudy jewellery catching on soft smooth skin and pink lace.

the pseudo incestuous revolves fully around pansy and her play pretend marriage to draco. she stays in malfoy manor and sneaks off to meet bellatrix. she stays the night and slinks into bellatrix’s room, her “soon to be aunt in law” and they fuck in the weirdest way! bellatrix treats pansy like a doll/daughter/lover/neice

they are sitting across the malfoy living room eyeing each other up while one pretending this is weirder than it is (pansy thinks she’s an incestual sexual fiend ) and bellatrix pretending the age gap is nonexistent

[ikchos]

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