#someone else wants him as their power source/weapon instead

[catsconflictscopicsandchamomile]

When Walker’s final arc ends with Jared Padalecki’s character getting trapped in an uncanny dreamscape with a fake happy life as he’s slowly dying buried in forest dirt, which he has to escape before suddenly quitting his job as ranger, taking his kids and taking off out of town as fast as he can, and The Boys s4 brings Jeffrey Dean Morgan in as a literal demon, canonically introduces a new age of pagan (specifically Roman) “wrathful gods”, ties it into Revelations somehow, makes a bunch of posters saying Robert Singer (played by Jim Beaver) is possessed by a demon, introduces undead (specifically undead Campbells, yeah Hughie has relatives and one of them was briefly a vengeful ghost, on The Boys, a show notably not about ghosts) and shapeshifting seductresses as things that exist, and brings back Soldier Boy with the exact hair and beard cut that Dean had in the spnwin finale, and announces that Jared will have a role in The Boys s5, and the new head of the college in Gen V is announced to be a supe(?) named Cipher at the same time that Jason Ritter starts rp’ing on twitter as being possessed by Bill Cipher

[kindaasrikal]

I hope the tournament of sources shows the capability of the elements each master has way more.

Like for a good while most elemental masters quite literally just blasted or used their elements in the basic forms, like Kai shooting fire, Jay moving lightning or absorbing it. Basic stuff that you expect from the elements.

But after seeing the later exploration of Nya and Cole’s elements, with Nya becoming one with water or being able to somewhat control ice, or Cole’s rock form or the shintaro season that explored how elemental powers get stronger when surrounded by it. I want them to further explore everyone else’s elements

I want the return of Kai and Jay lowkey becoming their elements, like how Jay used to be able to fly by becoming lightning, or when Kai became a fireball and was shown to be able to withstand CRAZY temperatures.

I want Zane being able to somewhat control water, create snow, create weapons and the such with his element. I want them to to show Zane being able to create an ice form like Cole’s rock one, dude i want him to do cool stuff with his element.

I want Lloyd to feel the life source of each living being around him, to feel when someone is near death, to control small amounts of the other elements again or show less obvious factors that shows his connection to each element, like beings super strong, or dealing with wild temperatures, or being fast or smth.

I want Jay to control bits of wind like how Nya can ice, and therefore Morro and Euphrasia be able to control bits of lightning in return.

Like please can they stop nerfing the ninja down and instead give them tougher challenges guys 😭

They can give canonical reasonings to each of these things. Like when controlling other elements only barely connected to their own it takes too much mental effort and concentration that drains and tires out the master in seconds, or them not becoming one with their elements often-like Jay flying- because it affects their bodies if done too much. Like bro they even threw away the elemental dragons too, they could’ve used them sometimes and said that creating them drains their elemental energy or smth.

[artzzyb00-27]

{💙Secret Admirer💙}

Taken from your family and brought up in a place you loathed was something screwed up. Even more so when you're experimented on to explore your "potential" in their eyes. That's how it was for reader, taken from Earth with a portal and raised by the Krang in attempt to create a weapon for mass conquer and destruction was torture.

Even more so when she got to age limit of training and was sent to Earth after the attempted invasion to try again. Secretly lightly sabotaging her "families" efforts at opportunity. It became greater with the turtles appearing in her life. She found them interesting, being in the near vicinity made her feel like she wasn't abnormal due to having powers that her captors gave her.

Every time they showed up to decipher the Krang's plans, she'd leave clues blatantly out, but not so obvious for them to get suspicious. After some watching from afar, she could tell that the one baring katanas and wearing blue as his color palette was the one giving orders. Drawing interest towards him from reader.

A few instances and being at the same place at the same time without interacting turned into her rescuing his shell any chance she could. It became scary how easily he got distracted and got his ass kicked. So using the very thing that made her a villain in anyone else eyes, she started turning the tide in favor of the turtles.

At some point after continuing to aide the guys, they realized their success wasn't just luck anymore. Specifically Leo's luck. One time when fighting some Foot Soldiers, they managed to get the slip on Leo, literally, and had him falling of a building. Instead of landing hard and cracking his shell, he slowed down in the air and landed on his feet without injury. Another incident was an attempted ambush on the Foot Soldiers trying to steal supplies at the docks and they knocked Leo out getting him kidnapped.

When his brothers couldn't reach him in time, the truck with an unconscious Leo began to drive away before it was shot at the tire, causing it to flip and have Leo fly out. After returning to the lair the brothers had tried to look through nearby security cameras to find the source of the blast. No chance. Cameras were already altered as if the altercation never happened.

Which only confirmed their believes that someone was helping. How it occurred, they didn't know. Till this point they've never seen magic before, or other mutants with powers so at first they believed it to be technologically advanced assistance. Like anti-gravitational beam guns, or biotech from afar.

When Leo was almost killed by a Foot Soldier catching him off guard, stopping mid-air floating with a katana aimed for Leo's throat and sent flying the opposite direction, Raph reached his limit.

"We can't pretend like that didn't happen!"

"I know Raph, but what do you want to do? Call 'em up and say, 'Hey, thanks for saving me! Also who are you?'" Rolling his eyes and trying to walk away from the conversation. Of all people to not be complaining about the help, Leo was not expected to be the one to act like this. Typically he'd be confrontational right away if it was happening to any other of his brothers.

"Hypocrite." That made the leader freeze. With the other two siblings hold their breathes. "If it was Mikey, you'd be begging Don' to help you investigate whoever was causing this to happen. Why is it so easy for you to ignore your own safety." With a hard sigh, Leo turned around with his head up and eyes closed.

"Fine. Let's find out who this person is." After some discussing, they came up with a plan. Donnie had been developing holo-bots. Helpful for training, and in-combat fighting against enemies. Using an AI design page that he pirated(as if he was spending 30$) he was able to make the holo-bots look like foot soldiers.

After some further detail fining, they set up the "ambush" of Foot Soldiers on turtle leader. And like planned, mystery hero showed up. Or more accurately, mystery heroine. When one of the holo-bots "cut" Leo's leg and he made a convincing groan of pain, reader leapt down and activated her powers. Before blowing them up though, they dissipated back to their mini-portable computers and Leo's injury was revealed fake.

When she finally realized he was examining her with intensity, she thought he was judging her or planning on how to attack. So being reasonable, she turned to flea but ended up being surrounded by the others. At an attempt to try and keep running, Raph pinned her cloak to a metal pole with his Sai.

"Why do you always keep saving my brother? Why you so keen on keeping him safe? Who the hell even are you?" As Raph continued getting closer, reader began zoning out and have and anxiety attack. Until Mikey makes his brother back up and helps reader calm down.

"You okay there?" With a swift nod, Mikey smiled and she gave small one back.

'At least Mikey can get through to her. Better him than any of us three.' Leo thought internally.

"I'm really sorry for our brothers behavior. We don't have a lot of friends so he's really used to being abrasive like he is with us." Reader smiled and took the Sai of her cloak.

"It's alright, I understand. I'm the same way sometimes believe it or not." She said giving Raph his weapon back, receiving a quiet apology in return.

Still silent Leo continued observing her, trying to find any malice that could be hidden. But there wasn't. This girl was genuine with her actions.

"My name is Reader. I save Leo because one I know how much you need him, and two, I recognize a kind spirit when I see one. He's worthy of saving. As are all of you, but you're brother is quiet clumsy."

With embarrassment, Leo tries to ignore the smirks on his brother's faces and talk to the girl who had been saving his life.

"Thank you, I don't know what would've happened if you hadn't wanted to save me. I hope you continue to assist us in the future." With a slight nod she gave Donnie her contact information while continuing to explain.

"I came from Earth, but the Krang took me a long time ago. Experimented on me till I turned eighteen and was sent during the attempted invasion. I'm not helping them or the Foot though, I only pretend so they don't bother me. In turn I sabotage what I can and make sure I don't get caught." Admirable, cool, smart, powerful, kind-hearted. Smitten. Leo's smitten. Does he advance it? No, he'd make Raph leader first. But god, was she attractive on all his boxes.

"Hello? Are you there?" Reader asked concerned, oblivious to what was happening. Leo tried stumbling out an apology till Mikey's laughter interrupted him. Which gained him ten laps for later. "Alright, well I need to get going. Before the Foot Clan gets suspicious and all. Byyyyyyye!!"

Using her powers to fly-jump far away and continue racing through rooftops quickly, Leo just smiled at her using her purple essence to navigate her own way. Hearing a cough he turned to look at his brothers who were smirking in amusement.

"Gimme that contact Donnie. Donnie, Donnie! Give it to me!" He continued to yell chasing after his brother who was laughing(chortling) his ass off. Raph and Mikey followed after them laughing to.

After that, for a while she did keep in touch. Would hang out at night and brought pizza sometimes for them to eat but at one point she just disappeared. Obviously, it didn't make sense. Especially when trying to message her, the phone auto sent with a notice that the phone number was out of service. A couple months passed and the brother's assumed she was sent back to Dimension-X1416.(Get the reference?)

Leo was hit the hardest, especially with little to no fights during the time she was gone. The lair been more quiet and Leo couldn't handle it anymore, so he left the lair for a bit to clear his mind. Receiving looks from his family.

When on top of the Guggenheim Museum watching city lights from afar he sighed out.

"Something on your mind, turtle boy?" That voice. Turning his head in surprise, Reader stood their with an upgraded version of her old battle outfit. It was mixed with casual clothing like purple Jordans and fingerless gloves. Smiling hard Leo got up and raced over to her.

"Holy shit!" he yelled and swooped her into a hug and spun around a bit. With her laughing as well. Setting her down, he got a good look on her. She gained a few new scars but minor ones. One the went over her nose and another up her neck.

"What's with the look?"

"You were gone for months without telling us. What happened?" Shrugging she walked near the edge took a deep breathe. Leo went over to her just enough so people below wouldn't see him.

"Foot Clan moved to Japan to gain equipment for something. Since the fight was moving over, I had to leave. And I wanted to make sure they didn't grow suspicious of me being on the phone constantly, due to a certain cute mutant turtle with a blue bandana was texting me 'Good morning' messages." Getting embarrassed at her rant/scolding/flirty statement, Leo rubbed the back of his neck laughing softly.

"I mean why do you think I saved you? Yeah I wanted to help but, there's are multiple reasons why I mainly saved you compared to your brothers." Again getting more hot under his skin Leo smirked and looked up.

"Glad to know the magical sparks mutual huh?"

"Don't push it."

[whataboutsimple]

The Defender AU

Ah, well, since you @murkystarlight @abugshapedeldritchbeing @sillysnaildraws asked so nicely, I'm gonna ramble about it a bit<3

The storyline stars a little bit before Romeo went power hungry, leaving some place fore characters to develop themselves.

At the very beginning Fred was planing to create some kind of a "weapon" in case something will happen, which Admins won't be able to handle on their own. So, what would be more efficient to create, than a human who holds absolute of admin powers?

Around this time he started to play with different mechanics of creating mobs, trying to find the closest to a human being. Deciding to stop on a Wither Skeleton, he have chosen to base the powers of Wither itself.

So, like that, he created a human form with a Nether Star as a heart and source of powers. Giving a piece of his own code, he manage to create something as close as possible to Admin's powers, making the star unnaturally bright blue.

Due to Binta being the closest human to him, he made the prototype looking a bit like her, with the very same appearance factors.

That's how "Protocol: defend" was brought in the world.

Since it was his first ever human like creation, he didn't manage to create him as a full adult, instead spawning someone between a child and a teen.

When Binta discovered this, she quickly almost adopted poor thing, playing the role of older sister and naming him Gabriel.

"But why Gabriel?"

"I don't know, it's suits him."

So, like that, our Warroir had two parts of his life: learning to be a weapon and learning to be a human.

The first one was handled by Fred, who taught him how to code things, spawn features, use effects and ect., but he noticed one small strange detail: meanwhile Gabriel could spawn block in a small amount without a problems, he managed to create.. let's say, bright blue figures with different shapes: circles, triangles, cubes. It looked almost like ice, but without e texture, completely blue, leaving a small amount of light around it and discarding every physical law that existed. It was unnaturally durable, almost like bedrock, even Fred couldn't destroy it with Admin's powers from the first try. And it also did lots of damage, even Gabriel wanted it too. He could've pierce mob with a spike and not deal any damage, or kill it altogether.

The second option was handled be Binta: she taught him how to speak properly, read, count. Though she quickly discovered, that unlike other kids, he was an incredible fast learner and it didn't took him too long to become smarter than she is in some disciplines. That's when she decided instead teach him some human emotions, like kindness, compassion, mercy. They spent a lot of time together gathering supplies, playing with animals, talking to people. Waffles, the chicken, was adopted by Gabriel.

But no matter how hard she tried, he couldn't feel a full spectrum of human emotions. He was Always emotionless, giving a smile only after analyzing everyone else is smiling, becoming sad only after analyzing that she is sad, not having any hunger, not complaining about any pain even though he could feel it, he could bleed.

So, few years before the fight between Admins, Fred learnt how to switch mods. The main problem of Gabriel's behavior was the fact that he was created to protect, to defend. He was supposed to be fearless, emotionless, go till the very end. Like that, Fred created a "Protocol: defend" mode, that was activating by these very words. When the mode was turned was, his brains were losing connection to his power, basically deleting the constant idea of defend, leaving it empty to fill with actual emotions.

That's how Gabriel, we all know, was created.

The day when Romeo killed Fred, during another calibration settings, Romeo actually interrupted him, which lead to incidental memory deletion. Right before Romeo got his hands on Gabriel, Fred managed to teleport him away.

That's how Old Order found him. Clueless young man with amnesia, but excellent fighting skills and knowledge.

Gabriel was always abnormally string and tough, dealing with damage most people would've already die from, being too elastic, fast, with incredible reaction speed. But it only helped them, didn't it?

—

Bonus facts:

Xara didn't know about Gabriel either, because Fred didn't know who to trust.

He still left message for her in the last few days before death.

To activate Gabriel's both powers and memory back, you need to say "Protocol: defend."

It'll actually be harder for the gang to stop Romeo, since they will need to find Gabriel first.

Romeo doesn't know, that Gabriel actually is a weapon. He thought he's one of Fred's people.

C. Block was very negative towards Gabriel, sending electroshocks each time he tried to touch it.

His blood in activated mode is blue, while it's blue-red when he's badly injured.

He sees Binta as his older sister, meanwhile Fred is more of a mentor, than a father.

I think that's all for now, a other silly AU for y'all:P

[smehur]

Lost scenes/fics game!

Thank you for tagging me, @tigerlyla-of-metinna! Here are the rules:

We all probably have them, those scenes that never made it to the story, the stories that never went anywhere, all those small and larger bits of love we wrote and still hoard on out hard drives. So now - let's share!

The rules are simple:

1. Share a piece of fic that you cut out for some reason, or a piece of a fic that you began and never continued, some lost piece of your writing, be it long or short, prose or verse. Unfinished Art and Illustrations are also welcome.

2. Tag five or more people who might want to share a piece of their writing or art. Specific questions are welcome, but don't need to be adhered to.

3. Be kind. Let's spread positivity. Show support for your fellow artists and writers. Laughing along is great, mocking is not welcome.

4. Tagging someone back is totally fine, if the person doesn't want to share anything else, or anything at all, for that matter, that's fine too.

What follows is a scene I cut from my Mass Effect story, The Precedent. This was written long enough ago that I have no memory whatsoever of writing (or cutting) it, and I can't say, off the top of my head, why it got cut -- likely because it was going to make an already complicated situation even more complicated for no particular gain.

Anyway:

But Saren wasn’t done with the examination. He covered Elethea’s upper body and uncovered her right leg instead. “There’s another problem. Hold her knee up.”

Her skin was clammy, the flesh under it squishy. Nothing like medigel to remove any trace of tone from the muscles. They struggled a bit to plant the foot on the bed with the knee bent above. Apparently, there was something under the skin on the back of her calf.

“She has a—” Saren glanced at the girl. “An emergency termination chip.”

Nihlus silently repeated the unfamiliar phrase. Emergency termination… of what? “You don’t mean, like—” he soundlessly mouthed the words “—a suicide chip?”

“Yes. We have to get it out.”

“That’s insane. Saren—” his options for gesturing were limited and Saren was refusing to look at him, busy trying to get a reading from the back of Elethea’s leg with a small hand-held scanner. “We have neither the skills nor the tools. What if we trigger it?”

“Yes.”

“Yes what?”

“Yes, it’s risky.” His patience was wearing thin, Nihlus could hear it in the rasp of his voice.

But so was his own. “So, let’s get her to a hospital?”

“You think they have better ‘skills and tools’—for this? It’s exactly why I didn’t want you to take her to a hospital.”

Nihlus had to admit, however begrudgingly, that Saren had a point there. Suicide chips weren’t exactly an item on the standard medical curriculum. Like most illegal micro-cybernetics, they usually came with a reflective coating that could hide them from generic scanners, but a full-body medical scan would probably reveal it. Any attempt to tamper with it, without disabling it first, would trigger the release of a deadly neurotoxin into the user’s tissue, causing nearly instant death. And depending on the settings, even aggressive scanning might be taken as “tampering”.

Nihlus had seen it happen. He had lost a priceless source in a batarian slaving ring to a suicide chip triggered by a Citadel customs scanner. His guy had been picked up from the line of arrivals because it looked like he could be wearing a weapon under his baggy jacket. The real reason, Nihlus suspected, was that he was batarian; the C-Sec was notorious for exercising their limited power on minorities, especially those with a bad rep. When the normal weapons scanner failed to confirm their theory, they put the guy through the high-power one used to uncover illegal cybernetics. Nihlus had arrived just in time to see the guy convulse on the floor.

“You don’t have its command frequency?”

“It’s activated with biotics. Only she can disable it.”

“Fuck.”

“Fuck!” the girl echoed.

Nihlus ignored her. Mention of biotics gave him an idea. “Can you… put a stasis field around it?”

“Perhaps. But what then?”

“Then I fry it with a laser.”

Saren put the scanner down, staring past Nihlus as he considered it.

“Would that even work? The laser, I mean, inside a stasis field. Does it… arrest… the light too?”

“Shut up and let me think.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tagging: @anjian, @ghostpeppercalamari, @kuraiummei, @bronzeagelove, @oathbreakerapologist

[mvltisstuff]

for whom the bell tolls - p.p

summary: y/n can’t help but take revenge on the person who ruined her childhood. as hard as peter tries, he nor the avengers can stop her.

peter parker x reader

a/n: i rewatched infinity war today so i was in an mcu mood yk :)) i also used a villain name generator so that’s why his names a little funky 😭 ALSO i kinda imagined y/n’s powers kinda like thenas cosmic energy weapons in eternals!!

y/n has had nothing but fury for one man her whole life. the man who lay her mothers body in front of her as she watched her life crumble before her eyes. her home was destroyed, along with her regular childhood.

she was just a normal kid. she played outside with friends on the playground. she talked to them during lunch in school. she came home and spent time with her parents. she hadn’t even hit the third grade before it was turned upside down.

y/n hadn’t seen this excuse of a person since her parents were murdered before her. he never produced the fighters himself, leaving it to his own workers. she remembers the exact face summoning her away and placing her into doom. the experiments were run, and she was forced into isolation from her peers in the world.

nightsiege had been behind the whole matter, the mastermind. he was able to capture y/n at the perfect time, training her to become one of his own army with combat skills and using her own powers.

y/n was fully aware of the life she was missing. she watched the world around her as she could never escape the nightmare. she was supposed to be top of her class, but she was top product of the nightsiege’s manipulation instead.

it wasn’t until the base was invaded by the avengers when receiving their own threat, easily being able to demolish the sources. y/n stood out immensely. she wasn’t running for cover, she was fighting for herself. the team knew she needed help, but they also knew she had too much potential to be a hero. so, they took her back to the compound. they trained her properly in new york, trying to undo some of the trauma impended on her from the siege corporations. pretty soon, she was enrolled into school, easily meshing in educationally but socially was another story.

being completely shut out from the world sets you back. she was awkward, but a sweet soul. she just wanted friends, and the adorable boy came over to her with his friend to sit with her. peter knew what it was like to be an outcast. of course, not the same way y/n was, but he was a friend. yeah, tony had told him to be nice to her, but it meshed into more. she became a true functioning person in society because of peter. he guided her through life, teaching her about things she missed when she was being experimented on. she held him dearly, having nothing but admiration for him. he never once stepped away from her side. he listened to all of her stories, and spent time with her out of school. he became her person, her safe space. peter knows what it’s like to have a responsibility that you didn’t ask for.

peter was completely mesmerized by her abilities, making swords and shields from her bare hands. her defense was incredible, and peter became better from her. y/n opened peters eyes more than by just training. he came to terms that you can do a lot with a little. it doesn’t matter what your background is, because anyone has to power to rescue someone else.

peter vividly remembers the day he asked her out. he was shaking like a leaf all day, may almost having to sedate him. he didn’t want to overstep on her growth, taking note on how far she’s come. he couldn’t hold it in anymore. it felt like something was holding them apart from growing up together, and he needed to say something before it all turned to rust. she eased him quickly, calming all his anxieties with just one kiss.

they spent every day together. weekends and weekdays were filled with school and training and missions. this was one of the days, after school in the training rooms of the compound. they had it all alone, and y/n stood holding pads for peter to punch.

“c’mon, y/n!” he shouts, happily. “stop going easy on me!”

“i’m not going easy on you!” she replies. “trust me, you’d be begging me to stop if i went any further.”

“…that’s what she said,” peter whispers as y/n smacks the pad against his head.

“grow up, spider-boy,” she beams, continuing to let him practice.

the rest of the avengers were in the other room, discussing an upcoming debacle. tony, steve, natasha, and bruce stood around the table, connecting with thor in asgard. “if he hasn’t been to asgard, tony, he’s back to earth.”

“didn’t we go to that department the other day?” nat adds. “y/n was there for that, he could’ve somehow heard she’s with us.”

“because he wants her back. she’s only getting more powerful and he wants to manipulate her more,” steve speaks next, starting to put the puzzle pieces together.

“well, why didn’t the creep come sooner if he knew she was out? he’s only coming because he knows she’s with us,” tony questions.

“nightsiege wanted her to get to her highest level of skill before he started to utilize her. besides, he’s been anti-avenger since the day we formed so we’re the last people he wants her with,” nat tells him. “it’s similar to the red-room. you were used until you were perfect. he wouldn’t even kill her, he’d just torture her further.”

“do we tell her, i mean, i think she has a right to know-“

“no,” steve tells bruce. “she could get hurt or killed if she tries to intervene. it’s best if we handle this on our own, without her and peter.”

“handle what?” peter asks, his soft voice ringing through the room as y/n stands behind him, looking fearfully at the superheroes in the room.

“so he’s only coming back to take me away?”

“basically, yes,” tony says.

“what about the other ones? why doesn’t he want them?”

“they’re not with the avengers, and none of them have the skill set that you have with the powers,” bruce tells her, looking into her frightened eyes, trying to cover up her worry. “and your parents, probably have something to do with it.”

“he killed them, that’s the deal with them,” y/n sits in the chair, thinking heavily about the situation in her hands. “i’m finding him.”

“no,” peter murmurs. “i don’t think that’s a good idea, like at all.”

“the kids right,” tony says. “you’re one of the strongest forces on this planet but you don’t have the capabilities to fully take this guy down.”

a switch flips in y/n, a side of her that she tried to bury away is released. she’s craved revenge and shooting karma his way, but she’s held it in. its been on the tip of her tongue since she watched her parents take their last breath and now it’s right in front of her. peter saw her eyes darken at the mention of him. he watched the bright smile on her face disintegrate away at the thought. a naïve part of him hoped they were past it. the young, innocent parts of themselves prayed that he was gone, never to return. unfortunately, it’s never that simple.

the second y/n ran out of that room and left the compound, they knew they were in for a ride of hell. y/n became like a daughter to them, and friend. they treated her like royalty since they say they found her, often forgetting that she capable on her own since she was so young.

when y/n found herself taking the jet, she knew she could never go back. just leaving the compound meant she was in too deep, and she just hoped she wouldn’t regret it. she was able to track down a secret management base that nightsiege would be most likely to go to. that’s where the all the information is, different from the actually training site.

“y/n’s gone,” tony alerts. “she’s trying to find nightsiege alone, which she can’t do.”

“i’ll check the tracking status on the missing jet,” bruce moves to one of the computers, seeing the new site on the map. “she’s at the info base.”

“damn it, kid,” tony shakes his head, rubbing his eyes. “well, suit up, what are we waiting for?”

peter glances as him anxiously, knowing y/n wants to do it alone. peters always tried to please everyone. if y/n gets mad at him, he’ll get mad at himself and he can’t handle her people being mad at him. peter knows there’s a right and a wrong here, and he senses full jeopardy coming toward y/n. he’s loved her for years, and peter is y/n’s favorite person. so, he goes along with avengers, going to find y/n and her vengeance.

when y/n climbed through the back entrances, she was confronted with pure darkness. the only thing that she could hear was the light whirring of the air and machinery above her. the room was filled with metal pipes and tanks. there were small offices, pitch black with nothing but a white shade in front of the windows. she illuminated her path by using a golden defense baton that was formed from her hands. her footsteps from the thick boots on her feet echoed through the tall ceilings.

when she stepped forward, she felt a bench of buttons and switches in front of her. she pressed the power key, causing a screen to shine in front of her. it contained files and sections of confidential information at the tip of her fingers. as she was preoccupied looking at the words on the massive screen, the noises behind her did not go unnoticed.

“i thought that i’d find you here,” he speaks strongly, chills rushing down y/n’s spine. she never knew that the sound of someone’s voice could make her feel sick to her stomach. “what’s brought you to me, child?”

“i’m ending all of this,” y/n turns, making eye contact with the monster in front of her. he had his own protection on, covered in armor and his own weapons. she points to the screen in front of her, all of the crucial files, including her own.

“you’ll never get those files, y/n. you are not nearly as strong as you need to be. i came to save you.”

“i don’t need any more saving, not from you.”

“you’ve been poisoned by the avengers. they’ve brainwashed you and completely put you in a box. i made you the strongest version of yourself.”

“the worst version of myself was when i was under your control. you’re a weak, weak man who has nothing going for him but a bunch of lame excuses of experiments. you ripped my life to pieces with no remorse.”

his feet slam closer to y/n, his figure coming more into sight as she takes another step backwards. “you’ll never learn, y/n. your parents were never good for you. i saved you.”

flashes of the people who really saved y/n go through her mind. memories of her and peter together are flooding her. every touch, every word, every moment with him. the life she has now is only because of peter. every single part of her wishes he were there to fight this battle with her, but she had to do it alone.

“you’re psychotic,” y/n whispers as he shakes his head with a manic smirk on his face.

“you’re never getting what you want from me.”

“then i’ll get it from your corpse,” y/n spits out at him, shooting out swords from her wrists in milliseconds. she charges toward him, releasing bursts of energy onto his body, forcing him back before he gets up. he runs toward her, grabbing her much smaller body and throwing it against the wall with his strength. she slides down with the shattered glass, picking herself up as he walks over with his knives.

her hand meets his forearm, her leg smashing into his waist, making him buckle over. his grip remained on the weapon, leaving a slash over y/n’s thigh. she grunts out, but is able to form a ring of energy over her hand, connecting it with his throat as she kicks in the back of his knees.

his hand is in defense on his neck, but the power from him brings down chunks of the metal ceilings, falling around y/n and collapsing on top of her.

she forces a shield out of her, shoving the debris off her body and swiftly acting back on the villain. she somehow manages to land an aggressive punch on his face, temporarily disorienting him. his own fist connects with hers, covered in rough metal. her nose dripped of blood, leaving smears along with the cuts and bruises on her face from earlier impacts. her body’s tired, wanting to just leave and give up but never being able to let him win. he would kill her because he’s scared of her. somehow, the thought of him being scared pushed her even further.

the next time she blinked, she saw nightsiege being swept away, a long string of webbing dragging him backward. he was confused by the sticky substance on his back, slicing it off with his smaller knife. when he tried stepping forward again, one of the arrows from clint had exploded, forcing him onto his back before he could even think.

y/n brought herself up, landing toward him as she pushed herself up with the energy. her indestructible knife was no match for his, the two having it out in the middle of the ground. caps shield had come between the two, slicing the blade in half as y/n’s was faded back into her powerful hands. the force from the shield had sent nightsiege back onto the ground on his back. when he leaned up, his knife sliced cleanly across y/n’s stomach, leaving a deep gash into her body. she gasped out in pain, holding her abdomen with her free hand as she wobbled.

another forcefield was spread around them, blocking off the rest of the avengers from them. it was only y/n and nightsiege in the area now. it was up to her to kill him and his plans.

peter banged on the forcefield, pounding his fists while screaming y/n’s name. “mr. stark! we have to get this down! please, y/n!”

“kid, calm down,” he tries to ease the boy in front of him, but also battling his own worries. peters were unmatched. his eyes were glued on his girlfriends injured figure, in agony as she continued to move this guy further into the ground. peter tried to break down the barrier, but it was impossible.

y/n glanced at peter again, and maybe for the last time. she took a shaky breath, smashing more power into him to keep him down. the eye contact with peter was excruciating. she barely wanted to look at him, wanting to just fall into his arms and run away with him. however, just like she knew, there was no turning back.

she formed restraints around nightsieges wrists, tying them to the ground as she stepped over him. a circular weapon with sharp, serrated edges as she moved herself closer to him.

“you’ll nev-never be… a hero,” his raspy voice comes out, leaving a sour taste in y/n’s mouth. she tries to ignore the burning pain throughout her body before she retorts back at him.

“rot,” she says. “in hell,” with severe grit in her voice, she lands the weapon into his chest, robbing his lungs of oxygen and watching his frail body gasp for air. she watched his eyes unfocus, and the sinfulness in his eyes turns to death.

as the barrier disintegrates around her, peter is sprinting toward her. her eyes are staying on the dead body of the man who destroyed her, before they slowly adjust to peter.

“hey!” he says, softly. “y/n, we have to get you help!”

“peter,” she whines, letting herself fall into him as the rest of the avengers move to catch her. peter has her, though, and he doesn’t ever want to let go. “i have to end this.”

“you did, baby,” his hand lands on the side of her face. “it’s over.” she shakes her head no, limping over to the screen and the controls in front of her. with the clicks of a few buttons and the blur in her eyes, every last file is wiped from existence. she can finally say it’s over, and she can believe it at last. before she knows it, her body can’t withstand the pressure of her injuries, letting herself fall to the floor of the building.

next time she is awake, the bright lights of the recovery unit of the compound make her squint. no amount of lights could conceal the beautiful face in front of her, gripping her hand as peter looks like be might doze off himself. she looks around at her body on the bed, covered in thick bandages and wires.

“pete?” she asks, vulnerably.

“yeah, i’m here, you’re ok,” he tells her, sweet as ever in her mind. she smiles at him lightly, his hand brushing the sides of her hair. “you did it, y/n/n.”

“it’s done, peter.”

“mhm, all because of you. you saved more people than i can think of. you’ve always been a hero, y/n. you’re so much more than that too.”

she tries to lean up, wiping the tears off her face to give him a kiss. he realizes her attempt, then standing up to land a soft kiss on her lips. “i love you, peter.”

peter blinks, his heart moving a million miles an hour. they’ve been dating for a while, but somehow this one feels different. watching her inch closer to her deathbed made the three words meaningful than he thought they could get. he loved her too, more than anything in the world. “i love you too,” he replies, almost embarrassingly fast. his hand covers his mouth, causing giggles to leave y/n’s mouth.

“c’mon! she just got out of surgery and they’re making out in the recovery wing!” tony complains, making natasha shake her head with a grin.

“leave them be, tony,” she laughs. “she’s finally free, let him kiss the girl.”

“fine, but,” tony presses the loudspeaker button, his voice coming through the room. “i have my eye on you fools!”

[irrlicht-ghostfront]

"Many have speculated what unimaginable force enabled him" And that's the question, isn't it?

I've seen some posts going around on how Alastor is a fraud, and how his powers aren't his own. Most of us agree that he probably made a deal with someone powerful (Eve, Lilith, Roo) in his seven-year-absence. But what about before his disappearance? Everyone only has one soul, and as such, can only make one soul-binding deal, right? Like, Angel couldn't make another deal that involves his soul, because it already belongs to Valentino.

Alastor manifested in Hell, and began toppling Overlords. How? Even if we presume that you are stronger in Hell the eviler/sinful you were in life, all in all, Alastor wasn't the worst of the bunch. Now, information might have changed, but Viv once said Alastor didn't kill without reason (and given his somewhat soft spot towards women, we might be able to deduce the reason), so he still had a somewhat moral compass, even if it was spinning like crazy. Yes, he murdered people, but he could have hardly been the first, so why was he powerful enough to go after Overlords basically immediately? And if he made a deal - he could have, while he had still been alive, made a pact with some eldritch being, those would usually come at the cost of your soul, no?

Him being on a leash is a new thing - if it wasn't, Husk wouldn't have mentioned it. We can also just speculate what Alastor really wants: power? But if it's power that he wants, why did he stop killing Overlords? Was it just to establish his position, and once that was achieved, he stopped? And who would even benefit from a Sinner killing Overlords left and right?

Alastor thrives on chaos, and as far as we know, that's Roo's thing. So if she gave him this power - like what, just like that? After his initial carnage, he didn't stir that much chaos anymore, right? And while he probably took delight in messing things up, if it were up to Roo, it probably wouldn't satisfy her. There's also the issue of us not knowing how powers are attributed after death. I'm not very knowledgable about this, but voodoo deals with spirits closely, no? And we only ever see Alastor call upon small critter minions, instead of "proper" Sinners he made deals with. Did he and the spirits entangle so closely in life that they followed him into death?

Some also pointed out that Alastor freaked out when his mic got broken and that he was powerless without it - I'm not sure I believe that. For one, only the staff itself broke, not the microphone. Second, I think it would've been a focus, rather than the source. So while it breaking surely messed him up, because it wasn't supposed to happen, he doesn't appear worried about it much, after.

Why did he disappear for seven years? Why did he come back? From implications, we can guess he really just vanished, instead of being pubicly defeated. Zestial mentioning "fallen into heavenly arms" was probably really just a rumor that spread around after he went missing - after all, why would Alastor go radio silent if he was still alive?

A deal with Lilith makes sense - why else would Alastor entertain the Hotel? But if it was Lilith, why Alastor, of all people? Lucifer would've been a better option to support his daughter, no? And yes, maybe Lilith was forbidden of contacting her family, but even then, Alastor was her man of choice? And what was the deal, anyhow? Let's say, his end would force him to support Charlie to some capacity, allow her to try the Hotel thing out - what did he get in return? Was he dying, and Lilith saved him? But as a Sinner, Alastor can't truly die, unless he's killed by an angel weapon, no? We don't know when exactly he disappeared, but if it had been during extermination, he would've been labeled "dead" instead of "missing". Also, they all would pester him to learn how to survive an angel weapon, but nobody seems to really care. Did he get more power? Possible, but again, I feel like Husk would've mentioned that somehow, then. Of course, maybe he wouldn't, but still. He noticed Alastor being on a leash, but not increased power? Or had Alastor lost Roo's favour and Lilith promised to return his powers to him? Did he grow to docile for Roo's liking? There's also his Shadow - so far, he's the only character we know with a sentient shadow. He can travel through the shadows - why? Vox being able to travel through electricity makes sense, as he is a TV, but what's got a shadow to do with Radio? And whenever Alastor goes even slightly demon-mode, there are stitches on his body - like a doll would have. If you note, there we can also see his smile being stitched on, so he truly is genuinely unable to not smile. But Alastor is made of blood, at least, and dolls usually don't come with blood packs.

There's no conclusion here, really, as I'm not even sure what I want to say. If you have thoughts about this, let me know? I'd love a civilised talk.

[karizard-ao3]

My reactions to Evangelion episode 6: Rei II

Paths Eren Jaeger, I see you there.

Seeing Shinji boiling in that oxygen liquid and almost dying kills me. And he's got a nosebleed, too. He is just a little boy!

It is interesting that- Sorry, I completely lost that thought because why the fuck do they have a full size balloon replica of Unit 1?

What does NERV have that the Angels want so badly?

Rei and her emotional support broken glasses.

It still surprises me how much authority Misato has. I mean, she's taking all the power from all of Japan to power an experimental weapon. Like, she seems to ditzy and then we see her spearheading a big operation like this one with very little oversight. She seems like a whole different person when she's like this.

Why are they waiting to do the mission until midnight, right before it hits NERV HQ? Why can't they just do it as soon as Unit 1 is repaired so they don't lose all their shields? Unless they need to charge up all the electricity for the weapon until then?

Shinji accused Rei of never being terrified inside the Eva but I think it's actually that she is reacting to the fear in the opposite way from him, by shutting down huge parts of herself. I wouldn't be surprised if she was a very different kind of girl in her old life.

Kensuke, your penchant for spectating is going to get someone killed one day.

Here's a ship: the Angel drill x the earth's crust.

Here they go again. "Hey, Shinji. You've never done any sniper training, but now you have to be a sniper. Sorryyyyy!"

What's with the random penguin shot? What does the penguin do?? What is his purpose, I mean???

Rei's Eva is her link to everyone else, eh? 🧐

Shinji is such a sweetheart. He's got his heart on his sleeve.

Lol what if Rei is a clone of Shinji's (presumably) dead mother.

In Closing

So Rei, like Shinji, has been isolated for possibly her whole life. She has a hard time connecting to people and I feel like that's a huge source of her attachment to Gendo. Shinji, being his son, reminds her of him, it looks like, and it seems like that's going to help her warm up to him, maybe? I have some inarticulate speculations swirling around about Rei but I can't really put them into words, but obviously her difficulty forming connections seems significant, especially given that she also has difficulty forming a connection with her Eva, whereas Shinji is much more vulnerable with people.

I'm starting to wonder if there is something within NERV HQ that the Angels want. There has to be a reason they are ramping up their attacks and going for NERV specifically instead of trying to destroy humanity as a whole. This feels very targeted and like NERV is dragging everyone into their own personal skirmish instead of being the protectors they claim to be.

I'm looking forward to seeing Rei and Shinji's dynamic continue to evolve and grow.

One more episode, then I have some chores to do.

[burnwater13]

Illustration of Luke Skywalker entering the access way to the bridge of Moff Gideon's ship. The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 8, The Rescue.

Grogu didn’t like to brag, but he knew Luke was going to find them and help them. How could he not? Grogu had told Luke that he needed his help and why. On that basis Luke agreed to come and help. It was really as simple as that. 

Now, that’s not to say that Grogu knew that Moff Gideon would be kidnapping him and that his dad would have to do everything within his power to find and rescue him. He hadn’t expected anything like that to happen. Nope. 

He had simply needed another Jedi to join him at Ossus and explain to Din Djarin in nice simple words that there wasn’t a Jedi Order anymore. Ahsoka had left that door open when she told Din Djarin about the seeing stone on Ossus and all that. Grogu needed someone else to tell the Mandalorian that Grogu couldn’t be returned to his ‘kind’ because his ‘kind’ didn’t have a place to be returned to.

Grogu guessed that was why, when the rest of them noticed the X-Wing, they were worried. Even frightened. They didn’t know about Luke and they couldn’t understand how just one person could make enough of a difference. Which was pretty silly because each of them, in their own ways, had made a big difference as an individual. 

He would have been happy to tell them not to worry and put their weapons down because, come on, they were watching the same monitors as he was watching. If the ‘mysterious’ caped figure could cut down all those dark troopers, then they didn’t actually have much of a chance fighting against them. But Grogu knew it was Luke. He could sense the strength of the Force within the younger man. He wasn’t worried.

Grogu had turned to his dad and explained that Luke was okay. That he was the person Grogu had contacted on Ossus and everything would be okay. He was actually pretty surprised that Din Djarin had listened so well and understood him. After all, the Mandalorian was the one who told the rest of them to put their weapons down when Luke was literally at the door. Grogu had been very happy about that. Din Djarin was doing better at connecting with him and that was very gratifying.

Of course, that being happy with his dad understanding him only lasted about thirty more seconds. Why? Because that’s how long it took for his dad, the fink, to hand him over to Luke! 

“Are you a Jedi?” 

Come on Dad! Of course he’s a Jedi. And he’s going to tell you…

“Come, little one.”

What? No! 

First, enough with the ‘little one’ thing. He has a name. He told Luke his name when he first contacted him. What the heck? Did he forget it already? It’s not like Grogu is some sort of hard name to say.

And instead of his dad saying something like, “Thanks for helping us. Much appreciated. We have friends to visit on Tatooine”, Din Djarin said, “He doesn’t want to go with you.”

Well of course he didn’t. He, being Grogu. He appreciated the fancy work with the lightsaber and using the Force to crush the energy sources of the dark troopers. Who wouldn’t? It was professional courtesy to be impressed by that. But none of that meant he wanted to go with him. Why would he? He was perfectly happy with his assignment with the Mandalorian.

“He wants your permission.”

Luke! No! You were supposed to talk Din Djarin out of that! 

Just another thing Luke had forgotten. Sheesh! Grogu sighed at both of them. He hadn’t even finished training the Mandalorian. How could he take on a student like Luke? There was so much to teach him. 

Starting with, when someone instructs you to say ‘Sorry, pal, I can’t take time out of my busy schedule right now. Maybe you should finish your course of learning first and when he’s ready for a new student, he’ll contact me and we’ll set something up? Okay? Good’, that’s what you are actually supposed to say. You are not supposed to give a Mandalorian a lecture about the importance of training being the key to skills development and control. 

Mandalorians already know that. And they love it. They thrive on it. Along with that whole pledging your life for the other person’s safety thing. They love that too. It’s cost them no end of pain and suffering, but it’s who they are, so they can be sucked right in with that. Grogu was overwhelmed by how much he’d have to teach Luke if this was really their starting point. Basic listening and doing what I tell you. Uff.

He thought his dad understood that. Just a little bit. After all, he promised that they’d see each other again and then took his helmet off and all that. But no! Even after the teary eyes, Din Djarin still handed him off to Luke. 

‘Don’t be afraid’

Afraid? Of what? The boredom? The tedious schedule? The repetition? Training a Jedi wasn’t for the faint hearted or the impatient. Grogu had spent half of his lifetime being trained by them. He knew all about it. 

Training Luke wouldn’t be the worst thing that ever happened to him. But what about the Mandalorian? How could he just walk away from his training? He had the Darksaber now! How was he ever going to learn how to use it without Grogu teaching him? Was this really the best way to serve his friends? They hadn’t even gotten to the part about choosing your path and the light and the dark. That was just asking for trouble.

Then R2-D2 had rolled over to him and told him that it would okay. Grogu had plenty of time to teach them both the lessons they needed to learn. One by sharing his presence and one though his absence. That seemed to be the way humans learned and R2 had trained a lot of them. R2 also promised Grogu that whenever he wanted to take up teaching the Mandalorian again, R2 would be happy to take him to his padawan. 

Grogu saw the wisdom in that. The Force obviously wanted Grogu to spend time training Luke and that’s what he needed to do. He just hoped that it would keep a sharp eye on the Mandalorian, in the mean time. Grogu didn’t want to have to rush back just to save him from giant critter. He should have learned that lesson already. 

Luke Skywalker entering the bridge of Moff Gideon's ship. The Mandalorian, Season 2, Episode 8, The Rescue.

[rabbithaver]

"Pythia the mink was a scientist in Silver's future who was fascinated by the various powerful gems that exist on their world. She was studying the Time Stones specifically, running experiments on them and the like. When one of the experiments exploded, the explosion left her clinically dead -- just briefly. She was brought back by medical professionals, but she didn't come back the same person. The explosion infused her with the Time Stones' power, separating her from the timeline in the same way Silver is. People forget her as soon as she's out of their sight. She does not handle this well. "There's something else, too. The Time Stones cursed her with the ability to see into other timelines, dooming her to relive countless apocalypse scenarios every time the future is changed by Silver's actions in the past. Driven mad by all of this, she goes off the grid entirely. She develops a seething hatred for technology, as she believes that technological advancements are part of what led her to this fate. Instead, she turns to much more ancient, natural sources of power. She starts hunting down the Chaos Emeralds, desperate for a way to undo what happened to her. Finding them bestows upon her powers similar to psychokinesis (flying, moving things with her mind, the works.) She drops her old name and chooses instead to become 'the Oracle.' "Every time Silver goes back and alters the timeline, she gets worse. The universe is constantly shifting around her. Nothing feels real or permanent anymore, and she can't bear these visions any longer. She has no idea who he is or what he's capable of -- all she knows is that he has to die. It does kind of surprise her to find out that the one who's causing her so much grief is an unvaccinated 14 year old boy with asthma, though."

YIPPEE the OC i posted about a few days ago now has a backstory and name! and i've also assigned her a song!

i have a couple other things figured out as well. she has weapons -- basically hundreds of tiny obsidian blades that she can throw with her mind once she gets the Chaos Emeralds. aesthetically, she leans kinda hard into the "ancient witchcraft" vibe. her color scheme will include a lot of dark blues and purples, to contrast the gold elements in Silver's design. she's definitely gonna have a cloak and hood of some kind. i also picture her with long, curly/wavy black hair but i've been having trouble drawing that so we'll see lmao

Silver can travel through time, but he can't see the future. Oracle can see the future, but she can't time travel. at least, not intentionally... at one point she does end up in the past, but it's entirely because she pushes Silver through one of the portals that the universe gives him.

i want Oracle to be a parallel to Silver in terms of like... his situation is actually rather tragic. what if someone else endured that, but wasn't as strong as he was? what if it broke them? i want him to see her and have a realization that she's a broken mirror.

part of why i decided Pythia changes her name to Oracle is because Silver functions as a bad omen. every time his friends see him, it's because something bad is coming. they only see him when the world could end. i don't know if he realizes that, but it's true. is their joy at seeing their best friend again tempered with the knowledge that seeing him means they could all die?

Oracle can see every timeline where things go badly. she's experienced every world where he doesn't win, and it breaks her. so eventually she decides, why not make sure he can't win? why not be the dark force that heralds the apocalypse? if the world must end a thousand times for her, then maybe it should end for everyone else, too.

Silver is a bad omen being hunted for sport by someone who can see the future. there's a certain poetry in that, i think.

[ittybittyblorbo]

It’s my first time posting writing on tumblr! I wrote this half-awake so please be kind, but feel free to leave any constructive criticism. :>

The priestesses massage me as they dress me in silks finer than grains of sand. To them, it is still an unworthy offering to who they see as the descendant of a goddess. None dare to make eye contact with me, and instead turn away, heads down as a sign of reverence.

The temple is quiet, except for the slight utterings of prayers beneath breaths, thanking the goddess Amalia for her sacred protection. Though I myself am not a goddess, they still treat me as such, and none even dare to address me by my true name. My original name is a relic, so old and unused that even I have forgotten it. Now, I am known to them, and to the people, as “Irae”, meaning “she who bleeds not”.

“There is to be another festival in your honor today,” whispers the head priestess, her eyes, as always, downturned. 

I nearly wince. I’d wanted to spend the rest of my day resting, but it was too late for that. Instead I smile and say the words spoken by my ancestor so long ago, “A people so grateful are honor enough.”

She bows low as the other priestesses conclude their duties. Each takes time to individually kneel before me, and I almost tell them not to before stopping myself. After all, it won’t change anything.

———————————-

It is nightfall when the festival commences. The common folk cheer, drinks flow freely, and I am flocked by foreign dignitaries, magik makers, aristocrats spanning all areas of the kingdom. All of them have gathered here to celebrate me, and yet none of them speak to me directly. 

I am surrounded by powers and influences so great, what else can a god be other than a tool for mortals? I am but an object to be admired, a weapon to be wielded. It should (and it did) hurt, but not anymore. This cheerful crowd is worth protecting at any cost, even my humanity. The people here believe that I will protect them, from those in the poorest slums to those in the palace. And this peaceful existence is something worth protecting. 

And so I smile at my people, and pray that my presence here calms them.

A roaring boom echoes through the city and I silently curse the gods above. Screaming ensues. Panicked mothers search for their children, noblemen call for their coaches, and my eyes scan the scene for the source of the chaos.

I reach for my sword in its scabbard, thankful that though I am not donning armor, I have it.

“Is that really any way to greet an old friend?”

The voice sends shivers down my spine. Balor smiles at me, astride a midnight black mare. 

“Traitor,” I growl softly. “You tried to trade your kingdom for gold. Was it worth it going from the king’s right hand man to a backstabbing general no kingdom would accept as their own?”

Instead of looking irritated, his smile only grows. “Your insults could use a little work, Irae.”

The magic within my blood begins to hum, begging to be used.

“By decree of the servants of Amalia, you are hereby under arrest for treason.”

“Only if you can defeat me.”

He dismounts with a swagger no man in their right mind would have when facing me. His horse flees after he slaps its hind side. 

A deathly silence overtakes us, as we circle around each other, him brandishing his iconic twin pair of daggers and me with my sword.

I swing first, managing to cut his cheek before being pushed away. He then swipes at me violently, desperation in his eyes, he manages to cut me off, but my magik is already in effect. 

I cast an illusion over myself, but to him it looks like I’ve deflected his blow.

This is how I became known as the “Bloodless” to my foes. To them, I never bleed, and this concept of a person incapable of being struck is beauty. It is protection for my people and it is my purpose and it is everything I have fought to maintain. 

And so, the legends lie. Amalia is no warrior, but a mere trickster goddess. Someone capable of illusion with the flick or a wrist, and I am but a pale imitation. Yet still, I am a shining beacon of light.

Balor narrows his eyes. I feint a hit from my right before swiftly switching to my left. Dust kicks up in the air, blinding him and-

Victory is mine, is my last thought. Blood flows freely from my abdomen in an amount too great to illusion with magik. And that is the death of Irae.

____________________

For weeks after my death, there is wailing in the streets.

The priestesses wear black;

The people look up at the heavens, begging for my return;

Balor is on the run.

When my corpse is burned,

People whisper.

For my magik is no longer there to protect the secrets of the suffering

I long endured.

There are scars from battles hard fought

That no one had seen.

My corpse is a stranger to them.

I smile a bit, and think

Victory is mine,

And it is Balor’s

And it is yours.

When I was younger, I saw all that was wrong with the world, and so did Balor. Together, we devised a plan, years in the making, so very painstaking. Over every detail, we poured our hearts and souls.

Until there was a solution, because this could not continue.

The exploitation of people in the name of a trickster goddess.

It was cruel.

(Do you see now?)

They will survive now. They will see value in something other than an outdated god. They will see it in each other. The wealthy and the poor. The powerful and the powerless. The meek and the brave.

(Do you see now?)

Balor, my only friend, the only one who dared utter my name became my killer. Killing the idol of a people, but starting something new among them.

And that something is worth dying for.

You're known by many names, but they all point to one trait you've held all these years: your enemies have never seen you bleed. Your secret? A pinch of illusion magic that hides all the scars and wounds, allowing you to intimidate your foes, even on your last legs.

[muse-kotori]

Prompt #2423 (Random?)

“Come on now—I just want to hear you say it.”

I looked up with hazy vision, but put everything I could to steel my gaze. “I want you dead.”

“There we go. There’s that passion!”

ENTROPY V. CREATION—Round ???

“Come on now—I just want to hear you say it.”

I looked up with hazy vision, but put everything I could to steel my gaze. “I want you dead.”

“There we go. There’s that passion!”

I watched as this abomination strutted around like he won. Like there wasn’t any way for him to lose. We had been at this for so long, he had encroached on every part of my life like the disease he was. He made it very known that he wouldn’t be going anywhere, that he would haunt me for the rest of my days and take everything from me.

“Why?” I don’t know. I didn’t even know him that well when he first showed up. I was young, naive. He had talked to me with words full of milk and honey, and it was impossible to resist because to me, he was a friend. He was someone I could go to when nothing seemed to work. He had listened. And yet, as I grew older and realized that he was more of a hindrance than a help—everything changed—and he knew it. With that known to both of us, the war began in earnest with him not holding back for anything.

He was sneaky, sometimes underhanded. But there were times where he seemed truly concerned. When I was on the verge of breaking down, he tried to keep me in some kind of path or direction. It fueled my powers, but also gave him more leverage since he knew the source and weakness of each new growth. I never knew why. And when I asked why he chose me?

“Because you’re interesting. I never met someone as determined as you. I want to see where this story ends. Don’t you?”

His voice echoed in the amphitheater where we had fought. It was one of the few places where we were equals in strength. Where it was a battle of wills and he had dealt quite the blow earlier. Instead of finishing me off like every other villain, he let me struggle. Watching like a spider would be a bug in their web. I tried to catch my breath. Get my thoughts in order, watching as the dark blue of my aura flickers around me. The way he seemed unperturbed angered me.

“I mean, you always were able to tell how it would end. To the finest detail. You would act out both roles so easily—as one would be able to as the Creator. It was always entertaining and never boring.”

I was on my knees now, my arms shaking as I looked down at my bruised and cut hands, barely able to hold any weapons as they slowly healed from the damage they took. My feathery hair covered my face from view, the masses I felt in my back moving restlessly, matching my mood and thoughts perfectly, yet unable to leave. I grit my teeth as I snarled curses under my breath.

“I remember quite well the dance we did in the Chaos Saga. Do you remember?”

I did, begrudgingly. It was one of my most powerful and longest stints before that too was just another memory. The ending to it was satisfactory if the build up to it wasn’t so difficult to construct. The framework and foundation in the beginning was sound. The ending was made—a battle to liberate the nation under a tyrant as the true heiress took the throne from her father. Watching as he crumbled to dust from his own power and she stood victorious, watching as the man she could’ve had as a father in her life was taken away from her just like he took everything else. The curse of wielding the power that corrupts absolutely—nothing is sacred, nothing is exempt.

“But unlike their tale, ours is still going. The ending is as unpredictable as ever and that is something I will cherish long after. But first, we have to get there,” his poor imitation of a smile was too wide, like the Cheshire cat. The fact that I thought of it once as goofy if not endearing and friendly shows just how dangerous he was if he continued as he was. I had to stop him. I had to make sure that he could never harm anyone like he was doing me. No one deserved this. I don’t deserve this.

“Now what’s the gloomy gloom, hm?” his footsteps danced closer to me, stopping a foot away like he always did when we met up. He never let me touch him. “Have you reached a conclusion? Is our game over with me the victor?” he gasped in surprise. “Is our never ending chain of wonderful creation and destruction ca-put?!”

The blue that never left me, that which I managed to separate from his web with barely any ideas of my own, burned just a smidge brighter as he kept talking. A never ending chain, huh? The thought continued, something strong. Something that could and would never be defeated so easily. Something that had something to fall back on. The most powerful number in magic would be three, and three is the meaning of many things in life—life, death, rebirth; morning, day, and night; and most importantly, beginning, middle, and end.

A roar met my ears, lyrical in nature. My very being pulsed. My mind felt clearer. My body healed and was stronger than ever as a new surge of power unlocked. The scramble of footsteps let me know that he had moved back, cautious. I let a smirk appear on my face as forms began to form in my mind's eye, soon to come into fruition at my command.

“What is this? What are you doing?” He seemed scared. He was right to be. Never before had something so strongly come from me. Something that formed so quickly with failsafes. With detail. With knowledge and interest in things thought long gone.

“Me? Well, I was just getting my second wind,” I answered, smugness in my tone now. “You see, I always focused on one thing and that was it, only for it to get sidetracked, by you. I would then have to scrap and forget about it. But now, I have something that connects with each other. That brings everything I am, everything I’ve thought about, into perspective.”

I looked up at him, and I saw him step back, his void eyes shrinking in horror, the inky-shadowy mass that always followed and answered his beck and call swirl around him protectively, as if to shield him from what’s coming if it could.

“I would like to thank you for giving me the opportunity to introduce you to the new players in this game we play,”

To my left, my own blue ink formed into a cloaked figure, her hood covering her head, forming a cowl that was not unlike a bird. She moved her arms, revealing her body clad in a school uniform-like battlesuit, a book floating in front of her as a ring on a string hung from her neck. Her eyes glowed, ready to cast spells at a moment's notice. “The Keeper of Magic, the Witchlight,”

To my right, the ink lightened to a neon pink, the whirring of gears and hummings of energy could be heard and felt as the form appeared. Floating, arms poised and ready to strike, long tendrils—like arms—formed from behind her as her hair blew in the wind. Her own glowing eyes were sharp as she looked at her opponent, calculating his every move. “The messenger of all depraved souls, Envoy,”

And from behind me, like the sun’s glow, she appeared—strong, regal, and just as fierce as her companions. She was intimidating yet she didn’t seem like it. She wore clothes from a bygone era, an urumi at her side, hand on the hilt as the flexible blade cooled around her much like the creature she mounted. She was crouched on no mere steed, if they were one at all. They filled her whole side of the theater, all coiled scale and muscle, poised to strike as they blew blistering steam from their nose. They roared again, announcing their presence. “And the fierce, radiant Tsunagari, the Binder of All Evil.”

I stood tall as my voice reverated in the space, louder than it has been in a long time if ever. My own cloak billowed as power radiated in and around me. I tightened the wraps around my wrists and hands, flexing and rotating them before ultimately shaking them out. I took a deep breath, my right hand coming to my left shoulder in a fist before I swiftly brought it down back to my side. In my hand, a sword that has seen many battles appeared in my hand. I brought it up to my face, eyes closed momentarily before they opened back up, glowing in their own power as I raised it up high. The music playing in my head at the moment came to a lull, as if waiting for my dramatic start to this new round, as long and tedious it would be…I had a good feeling about this.

“Now, Endymion, Lord of Entropy.” I said in mocking every time he coerced me into continuing this farce, “Let’s continue this song and dance with Lady Genesis, Lady of Creation—me.”

And done! Part 1! Ask me about it, help with editing, or whatever! Be nice, be good! And I’ll see you next time!

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Also check out @unboundprompts! A lot of prompt stuff might come from there and so far her prompts helped me with some stuff for my other WIPs, even the ask box ones!

[noobsomeexagerjunk]

Bee and Puppycat theories and thoughts

SPOILERS FOR THE ENTIRE SHOW

Not the first person to make these theories but I'm feeling like talking about them since the Netflix series of Bee and Puppycat is finally out; have a ramble

I think we know the show is all about tackling the messy parts of growing up and becoming a responsible adult. One of the ways the show displays this is through the use of fairytales.

It's Cardamon using these to frame his desire to become responsible, making himself a Prince who would wake up his princess, in this case his mom. It's Puppycat's song of heartbreak, the use of fairytale tropes to sugar a story of his running away from his past.

We know he and Violet ran away as children, and has since traveled the galaxy (with the Inventor, Bee's dad) making ends meet by candy hunting. It's stuff like that which has solidified Puppycat's title of Space Outlaw.

Going back to Puppycat's fairytale, there's something tropey about a wild outlaw falling in love with a princess, and it's clear they loved each other. In love stories like that, either the outlaw learns to become a respectable man or the princess escapes her royal life and becomes a wild girl. A question of passion vs duty tends to be a source of conflict in these kinds of stories, which is also very visible and presented in a more realistic way in most of BAPC via Bee's and the Wizard siblings' own stories themselves.

So working with the Outlaw's side of the story, he felt betrayed as the Space Warlocks came to capture him (and he didn't get captured, he just transformed into the creature we know and love instead) but managed to escape, and is still on the run to this day.

The thing is that we don't have the perspective of the Princess, and there's many ways to speculate on why and how things played out the way they did, but whatever that may be, it has to follow the conflict theme regarding maintaining responsibility and chasing your dreams. Here's some theories:

The Princess had been coerced or threatened into betraying the Outlaw because of her father, the Space King.

Alternatively, she willingly made the choice and felt this was best course of action at the time. Potentially:

In Puppycat's absence, the Princess begins to embody more and more of her father's behavior. Should she succeed him, she may want to continue to pursue the Outlaw and "fix" him in her own loving way, the way she was through her father.

Or she regrets this choice, and she's been stuck still under her father's whims, and the Space King still wants to put the Outlaw to justice. There's the possibility that the Princess has already succeeded the King, and that the warlocks' sons that she now has power over were sent to find the Outlaw in hopes that she can make reparations for what happened. Considering the amount of time passed, it is actually very likely that the Princess may have succeeded the King already.

Another possibility is that she married someone else, and that Puppycat's being hunted down for his crimes. This could be headed by the Princess's new spouse, or the Princess herself, or both of them for similar reasons theorized above.

Also it has been pointed out by many fans that the gun the Princess used on Puppycat matched the design elements of the weapons made by the Inventor. My theories on the matter is that:

The Inventor (and/or his family) may have used to work for the Space Royal family

The Inventor's works stolen by the Space Royal family

The Princess had the gun from dating the Outlaw, a known friend of the Inventor—I'm banking on this one since the specific gun is still on the ship, considering the possibility that Puppucat might have been able to have gotten it back from her

But whatever the case may be, I feel like this connects to the absence of Bee's dad. Violet mentioned he was off-planet. His business out there is still unknown, and so is the reason why.

When we get a Season 2, I hope we can get some closure regarding these things, especially on how the whole passion vs duty theme ties to self-identity and relationships.

[onlymingyus]

onlymingyus' ult polycule

pairing; kim mingyu (svt) - park chanyeol (exo) - kim seyhoon (wow a.c.e) - byun baekhyun (exo) - lee jihoon (woozi svt) x reader

genre; fluff, smut, polycule, headcanon

warnings; mentions food, multiple partners during intercourse, thigh riding, cockarming, aftercare, just a large happy polycule family okay? let me live my dream

request; no

a/n; i have been working on this nonsense forever. these are my ult biases and just how i see them in like a polycule situation. so someone put me in it please and thank you.

all of the headers are made by me @chogiwapadada do not use or repost

Mingyu

Would spend most of his time wanting to take care of everyone in the relationship while also being taken care of 

Always cooking for everyone 

Special meals cooked for those who take less breaks like Jihoon/Chanyeol 

Would plan special dates/dinners and expect everyone to be there

If people didn’t show up or weren’t on time expect him to be the poutiest Mingyu ever 

Would use his pout as a weapon on everyone

Is a vitamin in the relationship alongside of Baekhyun

Always trying to make sure everyone gets equal time while also making sure that no one feels left out 

At the same time he would be one person who would want alone time with you or one of the others

Is the most responsible with the money in the relationship

Also is most likely to keep things clean around the house  

In the bedroom he would go through some power play struggles with others at times

Would probably struggle with Chanyeol off and on but based on other dynamics they would figure themselves out and take turns 

In the bedroom Mingyu would also make sure everyone was taken care of and had equal time and finished if they wanted to 

In charge of the aftercare

Chanyeol

Can be found most of the time in the studio either alone or with Jihoon

Another puppy like Mingyu would want time to himself with you or others but would be more likely to take that time instead of planning it like Mingyu 

Literally built a bar in his own studio, he has priorities that line up differently from Mingyu but yet they would meet on common ground many times when he could get the others to let loose and chill with him

Wants to be creative and uses his relationships as a source of inspiration 

Always has his hands on someone if he can help it

Always laughing and enjoying the company of someone 

In the bedroom he is either completely focused on what is happening or trying to control the room

He gets into to dominate struggles with Mingyu and mostly Jihoon often but more likely than not Jihoon wins out 

Both Chanyeol and Mingyu can go rounds unlike some of the others in the relationship and can be a bit more insatiable

They have been known to have competitions which end up with Jihoon removing you from the room before you end up unable to walk straight the next day

Sehyoon

The soft quiet lover 

Always as his hand on you or someone else 

Either on your back, your thigh, or your hand (or someone else’s) 

Can be a bit more of a giver and can be left behind sometimes but the others tend to notice especially Mingyu and push him to the front more often 

If you are Sehyoon are having a bad day Mingyu will go out of his way to push you to ride Sehyoon’s thigh, cockwarm him, or simply cuddle while the others do something else or are present

Sehyoon enjoys spending time in the studio with Chanyeol and Jihoon usually playing his guitar but also writing raps with Chanyeol 

In the bedroom, where he can sometimes let the others direct him or can just sit back and let whatever happen sometimes he can be more dominant

This happens even more when it is just you and him alone 

He enjoys one on one time even if he loves everyone equally 

Sehyoon will also go out of his way to do little things here and there for everyone without thinking about what he is doing just out of habit

Baekhyun

Always making someone laugh 

Always holding you or someone else 

Has his head on your shoulder or in your lap if he doesn’t have you in his 

Tries to help Mingyu in the kitchen but is usually kicked out within the first 10 minutes 

Can be found with Sehyoon fairly often working on small music projects 

Baekhyun does small things for everyone like little art projects that no one really wants but they end up being so cute not even Jihoon can say no to having a clay Mongryong sitting on his desk in the studio 

In the bedroom, Baekhyun is full of energy right up to the point he isn’t and then he is full pillow prince

He doesn’t often fight for a dominant role but instead is happy to be where he is told to be or wherever he fits in 

Sometimes just enjoys to sit back and watch alongside of Sehyoon while Mingyu and Chanyeol fight for dominance 

Does enjoy his own personal time with you two because it means plenty of cuddles for him and he can go fully puppy with you 

Is the worst with the aftercare because he wants to be taken care of

Jihoon

Spends the most time alone and in his studio 

You have to pull him away and make him remember to eat real food and more than just snack foods and coke zeros 

Mingyu loads up tray with foods for him and the rest of the studio dwellers often and sends you down with it 

Jihoon is the one who gets the least amount of sleep but he is also the one who complains the most when the rest of you don’t sleep enough. Worry about your health

He loves each of you deeply and has his own way of showing it 

Loves to cockwarm in his studio or to simply fuck in his studio especially when it just the two of you 

When it's all or just a few of you in the bedroom, Jihoon takes the main dom role and will command the room much to Mingyu and especially Chanyeol’s dismay

The two large men finding themselves completely helpless to such a “smaller” man in height but not in bulk

When he does join in Jihoon will still direct the situation but tends to ask you what you want letting you decide where you want him and everyone else

He likes to know where you want his cock and everyone else’s 

Watches over everyone with aftercare but trusts Mingyu

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[vevader3]

So you see it all starts in the 90s when a guy called “The Original” creates a super powerful AI called the Universal Will to ensure humanity’s happiness in a special dimension called The Backyard, but it does the usual AI antagonist thing by looking at humans and going “these guys suck I could make a better humanity.” Anyways The Original realizes he just made a god who hates humans so he warns everyone to immediately destroy all electronic devices, which at first fails but everyone quickly believes him when the UW just shows up in every electronic device to say it’s gonna kill everyone, an event called The Dawn of Revival. The UN quickly moves to ban electronics (oh yeah the UN is more powerful in GG don’t worry about it), instead focusing on a new source of energy introduced by The Original, magic. India isn’t a fan and leaves the UN but everyone else goes along, creating a new magic based society. The best magic users form a group called the Sanctus Populi, who quickly become one of the largest organizations in the world.

Asuka (more commonly just called That Man), Frederick and his girlfriend Aria start working on the Gear Cell project in the 2010s, believing it to be a “next stage” of humanity. A bunch of different countries invest in this, and eventually Frederick becomes the first prototype gear, though an accident happens and he, Aria and Asuka all disappear. With the core team gone, the US revives the project 20 years later to militarize it (because this is the US). Asuka himself joins under an alias even though he doesn’t want gears to be militarized, because he makes up for his scientific genius by a complete lack of street smarts. They succeed another 20 years later, and begin mass producing gear weapons to sell to other countries. To explain how gears actually work, from my understanding, if a nonhuman is given gear cells, it turns into a monster thing, but if a human is given gear cells, they have a chance of becoming a command gear, who is essentially a superhuman who can also command lesser gears. Tangent aside, Frederick takes a much more practical approach to stopping the militarization of gears by destroying gears and their production sites. The military code names him Badguy, and he eventually names himself Sol Badguy. Asuka finally finishes his work on the first complete gear, using Aria as the basis in an attempt to save her from the deadly disease she has. Unfortunately the UW shows up again, invades Aria’s conscious, and tries to turn the people of Japan into antimatter gears. This causes the backyard to start merging into reality, and Asuka has to instead override Justice’s controls to unleash that power at Japan, completely destroying it. (When someone says that Japan doesn’t exist in GG, they don’t mean the state, they mean that the physical islands are gone.)

The UW is stuck in the backyard again, but it left its hatred for humanity in Justice, who rebels and declares war on humanity, commanding all gears, starting a war called The Crusades in 2074. To fight Justice and the gears she leads, the UN forms the Sacred Order of Holy Knights, which most importantly has Sol and a guy called Ky Kiske, and Ky eventually becomes commander. After 101 years, Sol and the order manage to seal Justice away (although Sol feels kinda bad about it bc Justice is still kinda Aria), and humanity wins the crusades. The Order is disbanded since it’s no longer needed, and Ky leaves to join interpol (nothing magic, just normal old interpol.)

Did you get all that? Good, because we’re finally to the events of the first game. The seal on Justice shows signs of weakening in 2176, and the UN scrambles to hold a tournament 4 years later to find powerful members to form a second Sacred Order. The winner of the tournament will be given any one wish, that the world’s governments will work to grant, and even prisoners are allowed to compete, though Sol and Ky compete just to rejoin the Order (did I mention Sol is immortal? He’s not like an old man doing all this). The tournament is sketchy af, people actually die, and at the end it’s revealed that the whole thing was organized by Testament, a gear under Justice’s control. They use a bunch of competitors as sacrifices to revive Justice, and she returns, albeit incomplete. Sol has to once again kill Justice, but he succeeds, this time completely destroying her.

Dizzy was born as Justice’s daughter (somehow don’t worry about it) while she was still sealed away, and lives alone in the woods because humans don’t like her for being a gear, with Testament protecting her. The UN finds out about her, and Ky shows up to investigate, and he ultimately lets her go. Sol actually defeats her, but also spares her, and instead fabricates her death to get rid of the bounty on her head. She gets taken in by chivalrous pirate dude Johnny. All of this is important because eventually she goes to live with Ky, they fall in love, and have a kid named Sin (yes his name is Sin) that they leave in Sol’s care. This causes Ky to reevaluate his feelings on Gears, which is important going forward.

While all of this happened, in a 100% plausible move that makes total sense, Russia and the EU unite to form the United Kingdoms of Illyria, and Ky becomes King of Western Europe, a seemingly democratic position. I just wanted to mention this for funsies.

In 2186, dormant years start reawakening, in an event called Baptisma 13. A woman named Valentine, created by the UW in the backyard, leads an army of these gears to destroy the capitol of Illyria. Her reasoning is to get something to do something in the backyard that would destroy humanity, the specifics aren’t that important. Sol defeats her in The Backyard, which adds to Sol’s “wife fight back, kill wife” cycle since she was also based on Aria.

The UW isn’t done though, as it has other Valentines to roll out, and soon Ramlethal Valentine declares war on Humanity. Sol, Ky, and Sin immediately capture her in what’s left of Japan, but only because she was just a distraction so the Conclave, the UN’s leaders, could use a thing called The Cradle to resurrect Justice because they’re also under the UW’s control. Fortunately Sol and the gang stop them and he doesn’t have to kill his GF again, but Elphelt (who’s part of the team btw) is revealed to be a Valentine and reverts back to her purpose of reviving Justice. Ariels, leader of the Conclave, is outed as the Universal Will itself, and (say it with me) declares war on humanity. She tries to merge Elphelt with Justice, but instead Jack-O, who’s kind of like an artificial Aria created by Asuka to contain Justice in events like this, takes her place, now balancing both Aria’s memories and Justice’s. Sol is finally reunited with Aria and they fall in love, but Jack-O is still her own person too. Anyways the world is saved and Ariels is imprisoned in Illyria, and this is when Strive would take place but imma be honest I’m not gonna try to summarize that one.

Hope the 1 person who read this far enjoyed Guilty Gear Lore 101!

desperately need an autistic transfem to infodump to me about guilty gear lore while playing with my hair.

[bylertruther-moved]

will has powers, a theory:

i know there are some people that are vehemently against other characters having powers, but idk.. 👉👈 i think it’d be really cool if they called out will’s connection to the supernatural for what it is, because it clearly isn’t normal. they got the mind flayer out of him and yet he still feels vecna: his physical state, what he’s thinking, what he’s feeling. like... sure, he can’t move things with his mind, but clearly he’s capable of other things? things that not even eleven can do?

there are a lot of theories about this and nods to it in the show, but will’s abilities thus far are a lot like shining from stephen king’s work, except rather underdeveloped and we’ve seen that he only has a true telepathic connection to vecna. still, it's eerily similar. at its heart, it's a supernatural sensitivity which in his case would be for the upside down and everything that hails from it. (i'm largely watering this down, as shining presents differently for mostly every character in king's work.)

eleven possess telepathy and telekinesis, but she lacks that innate sensitivity. will knows when something isn't right and isn't supposed to be in their world. he can detect when vecna is near and when he isn't. unlike eleven, these aren't things that he needs to deprive his senses for or actively do. like he says in season two: he doesn’t need to think; he just knows things now. another thing, too, is that it doesn’t hurt him to use those powers. eleven has a nosebleed every time she uses her powers, but will was able to “spy” on the mind flayer without any physical repercussions (not including memory loss, which was only because vecna overpowered him).

we know that the upside down resembles hawkins, that it’s frozen on the day that will went missing, and we saw that his kidnapping was different than everyone else’s. every other victim of the demogorgon and vecna faces an immediate, gruesome, and violent death. will, however, was stalked. he was able to hide from the monsters in the upside down, but when they did finally find him and barge into castle byers, they didn’t immediately kill and eat him. instead we saw that he was still in tact at the library and that the vines were leaching from him. we heard directly from will, too, that the mind flayer didn’t want to kill him, it wanted to kill everyone else, including eleven.

time and time again, we’re shown that will is special and that he’s worth more to vecna alive than dead.

vecna killed every single one of those kids in the lab, except for eleven—someone else that he saw himself in, thought he could turn, and believed was worthy enough to stand by his side. they’re clearly narrative foils, but i believe will is one, too.

vecna was once small, misunderstood, artistic, alienated, and sensitive, only he let his rage and hurt turn him into a monster, whereas will and eleven have only ever led with love. when he was first defeated by eleven, i believe he thought that will could be the next best thing and that’s why he didn’t kill him either. we know that vecna thinks little of humans and death. he could have easily killed will, but he didn’t. there had to have been something there, something untapped within will that he wanted to harvest and had never seen before. (and i do mean never, because eleven's powers are the result of experimentation, unlike vecna’s).

additionally, i personally believe it’d be beautiful if they turned his “affliction” into a source of power for him, something he can hone and control, too. eleven’s powers came at a price, but now it’s her that’s in control of them and she’s come a long way from viewing herself as a monster or a weapon. maybe, just maybe, they could do something similar for will: turn his extensive trauma into something he can stomach and draw his own strength from, rather than it being yet another thing that casts a shadow over his life.