#this writer is too powerful to be kept alive

[fromevertonow]

Suzanne Collins is one of the few contemporary writers who realizes the importance of names in her stories and the significance they bear. They add so many layers to the story, additional meanings that otherwise would not have existed.

The original trilogy:

Katniss: named after a plant of which you can eat the roots. Her father taught her where to find it and told her that “as long as you can find yourself, you’ll survive” (quote may be a little bit off, but it’s from one of the early chapters in THG). Additionally, the leaves are in the shape of an arrowhead, referencing her skills with the bow which her father also taught her how to use.

Peeta: literally bread lmao. But bread is one of the basic nutritions humans need, a little bit goes a long way to keep you alive. Peeta’s presence in Katniss’s life also kept her alive, literally and figuratively—the burned bread he threw her in the flashback and their complicated relationship.

Primrose: a plant with medicinal purposes, even more significant in light of her work as a medic in Mockingjay.

Gale: literally means “strong wind” and considering that in every encounter with Katniss he’s caused some reaction, he pulls her into directions she maybe initially doesn’t want to go in. Additionally, his name also represents his determination and steadfastness in his beliefs.

TBOSAS

Lucy Gray: named after William Wordsworth’s poem “Lucy Gray” which is about the titular character of the poem who got lost during a blizzard. She literally got lost in snow. Rachel Zegler sang this poem in two parts on the original soundtrack of the movie. When Snow asked who the girl in the song is, Lucy answers that she’s a mystery, just like her.

Snow: aside from the obvious snow references, I think his name is most significant in relation to Lucy and the poem. The only one who knows what caused her disappearance is Snow. He is the reason that Lucy is gone. But her traces in the snow are still visible. He will always remember her because the memory of Lucy has manifested itself in every part of his life.

Coriolanus: named after the Roman general (and also the titular character of Shakespeare’s play), Coriolanus wanted to attack Rome and become its ruler. He was scorned and celebrated by the people, only to be later exiled from the city by them. In TBOSAS, Coriolanus is the star pupil at the Capitol’s academy but sent into exile to the districts after he won the Games with Lucy through cheating.

Volumnia: Coriolanus mother who played a part in his ascent to power. In TBOSAS, she almost serves like a mentor to Coriolanus, teaching him how to think in terms of power.

(Edit) Sejanus: a roman soldier who was betrayed by the roman emperor Tiberius, just like the future president betrayed him.

(Edit) Plinth: got this info from here, but it was too good not to include here. A plinth is a base for a statue or vase to stand on. After Sejanus’s death, all of the Plinth fortune was given to Snow for being such a good to friend him. It was this money that skyrocketed the Snow family from poverty to filthy rich. The Plinth money was the foundation upon which Snow built his power.

There are so many other names that have historical (mostly Roman and Greek) connotations—Plutarch, Seneca, Cinna—but also regular names like Trinket and Beetee bear meanings that represent the character beautifully.

Names are important. For any lover of literature or (aspiring) writers, please look closely at them. They can shape your story into something unique.

Feel free to correct me if I’ve said something wrong. I know there are many names missing, but I can only add so many examples ✊🏻😔

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♡ ⭑.ᐟ 엔시티 드림 . . "merry christmas, loverboy!"

scenario . . ♡ you’ve been bragging about your christmas gift for the whole month and, even though your boyfriend had been arguing you couldn’t beat his gift for you, he was curious, after all, you were talking too much. he didn’t expect you to tell the truth. it’s the first christmas eve you’ve spent alone since you started dating, a few months ago, so you decided to prepare something memorable. he found you lying on the bed, completely naked, well, not completely since you had a big red ribbon around your breasts, offering yourself as the special gift.

content . . 𝜗𝜚 boyfriend!dream x fem!reader, first time as a couple! [mk] protected sex, praising, squirting, kinda rough sex, mark is lowkey a beast ♡ [rj] protected sex (in my mind), praising, breast play, renjun is a whiny sub ♡ [jn] unprotected sex, virgin!reader, big dick!jeno, power play, cervix fucking, creampie, jeno it’s too good for this world ♡ [hc] fingering, messy sex, mention of squirting, mirror sex, haechan is a bit of a perv and kinda mean (but wbk) ♡ [jm] fingering, cunnilingus, praising, jaemin is a softie and… kinda pussydrunk ♡ [cl] unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, mentions of children (as next christmas’ gift), GIVE THIS MAN A KID Y’ALL, chenle is completely obsessed ♡ [js] unprotected sex, creampie, clothed blowjob (?), slight size kink, jisung is needy

lola's notes .: oh, haii >.< i’m kinda back yippie! i’ve been facing terrible writer’s block that is eating me alive and i’ve been kinda… depressed bc writing is literally my favourite thing to do, (stardew valley, close your eyes) so it’s being hard for me… anyways, dropping this hc (which i didn’t know i could write on time) so you can enjoy it while i’m away! also, i’m closing requests for now :( i have like 8 in line and, as i said, i can’t write now, but i’ll do it as soon as possible. i have some other projects to do, so idk when i’ll open it again… well, that’s it, enjoy your holidays, my adorable “lola lovers” (you’ve been named by @lyvhie btw) and merry christmas! love y’all <3 (and wtf are these content warnings 😭😭)

Mark

as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, his mouth fell open. he opened and closed it several times while you giggled, watching your boyfriend freeze in the doorframe. he didn't know how to react. though he wanted to touch you, his mind wouldn't let him — not until you gave verbal permission, even though you were literally offering yourself to him. mark stood there smiling awkwardly, trying to hide his obvious arousal. but when you walked toward him, touching his arms and whispering sweet words, he melted. you peppered his face with kisses, running your hands over his body just as you'd imagined.

you gripped the bedsheets so tightly you thought they might tear. you knew your boyfriend had strong hips — he was a dancer, after all — but you hadn't imagined they were this powerful. mark had your face down, hips raised, completely lost in pleasure. he barely let you catch your breath between positions. you'd already reached one orgasm, and he was driving you toward another.

"fu-fuck, baby, slow down..." you murmured, feeling another climax building. you were already weak, but mark kept going round after round like he couldn't stop himself. his skills were undeniable as his hips snapped against yours in sharp, quick thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside you. your eyes rolled back as you drooled, completely undone, but he loved seeing you like this — pleasure-drunk and utterly satisfied.

"c-can't..." he gasped, sucking in a breath when you clenched around him. "been waiting for you my whole life. i can't stop, baby, i'm sorry." his voice was weak, matching his expression. mark truly couldn't control himself, his body moving on its own. "so pretty, baby... so pretty..." he murmured, gripping your flesh. you managed a faint smile at his praise.

one hand maintained its tight grip on your ass while the other traced down your spine, his touch ghosting over your skin before grabbing your hair and pulling you to him. his lips pressed soft kisses and bites to your shoulder as you reached back to hook your arm around his neck. mark buried his face in your neck, whimpering as he picked up his pace once again.

when your fourth orgasm hit, your breath caught, and suddenly you felt something warm and liquid beneath you.

"did you just... squirt?" mark asked, staring in awe with a goofy smile. "shit, this was so fucking hot." he kept talking, but you couldn't process his words, too exhausted to focus. he removed the full condom, disposing of it in the bathroom before returning to you. "let me clean this mess so we can enjoy a romantic christmas eve." he chuckled at your incoherent mumbling.

Renjun

he wasn't proud of his previous actions, but he had glimpsed you naked once or twice... It was an accident — or maybe he had peeked while you were changing. but seeing you fully naked for him now was simply mind-blowing. though he had a mental list of everything he wanted to do with you when the time finally came, he couldn't move. he was too stunned. when your smile began turning into a worried frown, he snapped out of it, walking toward you to cup your face and kiss you passionately.

jun had always shown you his strong and confident side. you never needed to worry — he was there, your super-boyfriend, ready to handle all your concerns. even though he looked small and fragile, he never let that affect your perception of him.

having him underneath you was heavenly. his big round eyes looked at you — especially your breasts bouncing right in his face — like you were the most precious thing in the world. whines escaped his plump lips whenever you rode him too fast or clenched too hard around him. it was all overwhelmingly satisfying and delicious; you wouldn’t want it any other way. turns out his gift was indeed better than yours.

he played with your breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and twisting your nipples, even licking his lips, eager to taste them. so you ended his torture. you bent closer and smiled gently at him. "go ahead, love." as soon as the words left your mouth, he took you in. renjun hollowed his cheeks, suckling your nipple, twirling his tongue around the mound, making you gasp when he nibbled it.

your hips rolled lazily on top of his, but his teasing made you pick up your pace. you placed your hands on either side of his head for support and soon you were riding him exactly how you wanted. you lifted your hips until just his tip remained inside, then slammed back down. renjun's whines were muffled by the flesh in his mouth, his eyes rolling back. a heavenly sight.

"jun... baby... i'm—fuck—close..." you whispered, biting your lower lip. he nodded vigorously, gripping your hips, thrusting back into you at a desperate pace until you were the one rolling your eyes back.

as you reached your high, you nestled your face in his neck, breathing heavily, still clenching around him, still hearing his whines. minutes later, his arms caged you as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispered sweetly in your ear, "merry christmas, my love."

Jeno

he wasn’t surprised to see you like this — offered to him so openly. he’d seen you like this once before, back when you tried to seduce him for the first time. back then, he’d gently rejected you, saying it was too soon. he wanted you to be certain, especially since it was your first time. but now, as you lay before him, beautifully confident and presenting yourself to him on christmas eve, he couldn’t resist. not this time. you looked so sure, so ready to give him everything.

a soft gasp escaped your lips, a sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. jeno was slowly sheathing himself into you, mindful of every inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. your hands clawed at his back, drawing a hiss from him, though the sting was nothing compared to the intoxicating grip your pussy had on him.

“is it okay?” he asked, his voice gentle as he kissed your face. “i can stop if it’s too much.” he nuzzled his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent. “love, if it hurts too much, we can try another day.”

“jeno, babe, please, shut the fuck up.” you replied, eyes squeezed shut. “it is hurting a bit, but that’s fine. i mean, have you seen your size?” he chuckled softly, continuing to pepper your face with kisses, hoping they’d ease the discomfort. “just… move slowly, yeah?” you added, and he nodded, doing exactly as you asked.

his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement filled with care. jeno wanted this moment to be perfect for you, something you’d remember with a smile — or maybe something that would leave you aching for him whenever the memory crossed your mind. he wanted to mark you, to make sure no one else could ever compare. you were his.

when the initial pain faded, you urged him to move faster, to stop holding back. and he obeyed — because how could he ever deny his woman? his first move was to pin your wrists above your head, holding you firmly but tenderly in place. he loved the marks your nails left on him, but right now, he wanted to see you fully. vulnerable. exposed. his.

the shift in pace was overwhelming. he fucked you with a fervour you hadn’t expected, every thrust hitting deep, brushing against spots inside you that made your mind go blank. you were soaking, your wetness easing his way into you as his cock found its rhythm, pressing against your cervix over and over. the sensations left you moaning, eyes rolling back, utterly lost in him. jeno — usually so gentle and soft — was showing you a side of him you hadn’t known existed, and you loved every second of it.

when he finally came, filling you with his warmth, your body reacted instinctively. your toes curled, your back arched, and his name fell from your lips in a chant. he relished the sound, savouring every moan as if it were a symphony written just for him.

his chuckle broke the haze, followed by a cheeky question: “do we get more gifts on new year’s eve?” you frowned, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. there he was — your mesmerizing boyfriend, sweaty and glowing, with a grin that could light up the world. he traced his hands down your sides, leaning in close to whisper against your lips, “merry christmas…”

Haechan

you were already his goddess — his perfect little girlfriend whom he'd do anything for. he loved you more than himself and respected you like you were his owner (and you were), but he couldn't help wanting more. he wanted to touch your body and do even more things to you, and you knew that — haechan isn't exactly subtle about his thoughts or cravings. that's why you happily decided to give yourself as his gift. when he saw you naked, he moaned involuntarily, so genuine that you couldn't help but giggle. he tried to hide his growing boner, but it was useless, especially because you were smiling at him with that warm, sexy smile of yours that made him kneel immediately. he licked his lips and took off his shirt, ready to enjoy the best gift anyone could've given him in 24 years.

it was raw, messy, and definitely dirty. haechan was a perverted motherfucker with thousands of fantasies — you knew that — but having sex with him took things to another level.

he was always suggesting beach dates or pool days at his house because he wanted to see you in a swimsuit, or suggesting showering together — "jokingly," according to him— to save water. you caught his hints, obviously, and it just fueled you to tease him more. but now that he had the chance, he wouldn't let it go to waste.

he had you completely open for him, your legs spread — caged by his own — in front of the mirror. the sheets were drenched, as was his face, and you were already drooling, babbling something haechan couldn't care less about. he was too focused on your dripping core, which made obscene noises every time his palm connected with it. your grip was so tight on his thigh that your fingerprints marked his flesh.

"you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, baby..." he grinned, watching your dishevelled reflection. your eyes faltered for a moment, making you close them, and haechan stopped, making you whine. "nuh-uh, what did i say? keep your eyes on the fucking mirror and i keep going." he held your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at yourself. the shame had long since vanished, replaced by pure, raw pleasure and inhibition.

"but... it's too much, hyeok..." you whined, trying to catch his hand on your jaw, but it was futile. you could see his mocking grin.

"yeah? too much? then i should stop, huh? i don't wanna hurt my queen." as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes widened and a single tear rolled down your cheek in desperation. he'd been edging you for the past two hours, filling you with promises of making you feel good, satisfied, and giving you as many orgasms as you wanted — and he did, once. haechan made you squirt the first time and then... left you high and dry, begging for more. this wasn't how you'd imagined your christmas eve to be going.

"chan, please..." you whimpered, feeling his fingers circling your clit. "let me—cum..." you gulped before letting out a stream of pleas. when you felt his lips pressing softly against yours, you knew he'd finally let you release.

"now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" your moans grew louder when he inserted three fingers without warning, moving at a quick pace, curling inside you. "let it go, baby, give me another one. be a good girl and give me another one."

Jaemin

right, okay, you caught him. no handmade or expensive gift could beat yours. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, admiring the stunning view before him. his smirk wouldn't fade as he walked toward you, ready to unwrap his gift. he wanted this to be the night of your life. fuck christmas at this point — you were his special event, and he would make it unforgettable.

"nana..." you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building. your boyfriend didn't hear, still devouring you like a starved man.

you'd been in this position for almost an hour now, lying in bed while Jaemin had his face buried between your thighs. before that, he'd explored your whole body with his hands, lips, and tongue. every inch of you had been kissed, licked, and nibbled. he made sure you felt special and loved — because you are.

"just one more, baby... i can't get enough of you..." he growled before diving in again. you gripped his hair, moaning loudly when he slipped two fingers inside you, fucking you while sucking on your clit.

jaemin wasn't even fully naked yet, still wearing his pants, having only removed his shirt because you'd begged. you needed to see him, to mark him. and there he was — your masterpiece, your gorgeous boyfriend covered in hickeys and love bites, just as he'd done to you. but you wanted more. you wanted to touch him, feel him, give him the same pleasure he was giving you — even more — but he wouldn't let you. not now. he was just too drunk in you to let you move.

just as he'd learned everything about you, he knew you were close — he'd seen the signs twice before — so he worked to overwhelm your senses. you came, releasing into his mouth once again, gripping his hair and chanting his name. he licked you clean before rising to hover over you, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.

"can my baby handle more?" he smirked. "i still have plenty of ideas to make this christmas eve unforgettable." he wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully slap his arm. soon he crawled off the bed, stripping off his remaining clothes. you glanced at him, noticing a darker spot on his boxers. "yeah... i might have cum just from tasting you..." you scoffed. "what? you're absolutely fucking delicious, baby. how could i not when i had my face buried in fucking heaven?"

Chenle

fuck. you had just broken him. he’d lost count of how many wet dreams he’d had about you, how many nights he’d jerked off thinking about your scent, your taste. and god, he hated it. he had you. he didn’t need to fuck his fist like some desperate, virgin high schooler. but he couldn’t bring himself to rush you, couldn’t risk making you feel forced. so he waited. and now, this moment? it was everything. it didn’t take much for him to lose control, pouncing on you like a man starved.

from the very beginning — from the day you slapped his face — he knew you were it. his perfect girl. the one he’d love until the end of time, marry, have kids with, and spend forever building a life alongside. it was always you.

and now, having you like this — sprawled out on the bed, back arched, skin glistening with sweat, lips parted as the sweetest, most intoxicating sounds spilled from them — he felt like the luckiest man alive. he was making you his, satisfying you in every way a real man should — your man should.

your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you with an almost desperate pace. yeah, chenle had imagined making slow, tender love to you, but his urgency wouldn’t allow it. he needed to feel you, to claim you, to pour everything he had into you.

“ch—chenle, fuck!” you gasped, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life. his cock was hitting every perfect spot inside you, and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was enough to drive you mad. why had you waited so long to let him have you like this?

“is it that good, baby?” his teasing voice only made you whine louder. he wasn’t even trying; it was almost unfair how effortlessly he could ruin you. you nodded breathlessly, and he leaned down, biting your lower lip before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer — as if he wasn’t already impossibly close. you were on the edge, desperate to fall over with him.

“don’t pull out, please…” you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as your release took over. your walls clenched around him, and you buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle the intensity of your orgasm.

“not like i planned to,” he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. just a few more, and he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim as you’d begged him to. even then, he stayed, making sure he gave you everything he had.

“do you think we’ll be celebrating three months of our gift next christmas?��� his cheeky tone earned him a playful slap on the back, and you shook your head, laughing softly.

“chenle, it’s too soon for that.” you brushed a hand through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. “but merry christmas, love.”

Jisung

boy would be shocked. he didn't even blink for a full minute. the only sign he was "alive" besides his breathing was his quickly growing tent. he didn't notice his body's reaction until you touched him. he whined softly, letting you take control and lead him however you wanted. but when he realized he could fully enjoy his gift, something snapped inside him.

you had been teasing him from the start — whispering sweet nothings in his ear, touching all his sensitive spots, guiding his large hands over your body to untie the ribbon around your chest. when you were fully exposed to him, his hands engulfed your breasts, squeezing them as he prepared to taste them, until you stopped him.

he whined, frowning as he watched you sink to your knees, running your hands along his thighs. "darling, what are you doing, let me—fuck..." the words died on his tongue when you wrapped your pretty lips around him through his boxers. it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen of you, and he was losing control.

you teased him with your tongue while squeezing him, maintaining eye contact as he pleaded for more. you could feel him throbbing against your tongue as he whispered his desperate pleas. he felt ready to burst without proper stimulation. he was begging for it — begging for you. but you weren't ready to give in just yet.

that led to your current position — bent in half, completely exposed, with jisung's tall frame hovering over you as he moved frantically. the thin chain around his neck swayed with each thrust, brushing against your face.

"fuck—sorry, love. am i hurting you?" he whimpered. you managed a faint "no." taking that as encouragement, jisung sat up, lifted your hips, and continued his movements while stimulating your sensitive spot.

you were so aroused that the sounds were obscene and loud enough to make you embarrassed. you'd never been this vulnerable with anyone before, and being this way with your shy boyfriend made you both embarrassed and deeply satisfied. his soft sounds merged with the wet noises, bringing you closer to the edge.

finally, he finished, every muscle in his body relaxing as he let out a satisfied groan, his head falling back. when you opened your eyes, jisung was hovering over you again. "you're so pretty..." he murmured, losing himself in your eyes before adding shyly, "but i finished inside..."

"don't worry. we're safe," you whispered against his lips. "merry christmas, ji."

"merry christmas, my darling," he smiled before kissing you.

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[thenationofzaun]

Vi and Jinx's Bunny Toy

I was thinking about how bizarre it is that Vi thinks Jinx is dead, and we're meant to see this as a positive thing for her character. The way the writers explain it, Vi will never be able to give up on her family and thus will never be able to choose between Jinx and Caitlyn. So Jinx makes the choice for her and removes herself from the equation, "freeing" Vi from the burden of having Jinx in her life so she can be happy with Caitlyn. This is so unsatisfying to me for a number of reasons:

1) Caitlyn is a godawful partner and the Caitvi relationship is such an equal, abusive shitshow that there's no way I can see Vi ending up in the Kiramman's gilded cage as positive. And the implication at the end that Caitlyn suspects Jinx is alive but is going to keep this hidden from Vi so she can have Vi to herself makes it even worse.

2) The whole "Vi can never give up on her family" doesn't land because Vi as a character is extremely inconsistent in this regard. One second she's letting her girlfriend take kill shots at Jinx, the next second she's shielding Jinx from an explosion, then she's hugging Jinx in the jail cell, then she's shit-talking Jinx for refusing to fight for Piltover even though she's obviously crippled by grief after losing Isha. The extent to which Vi cares about her sister changes every 5 seconds with barely any coherency in the writing.

3) The idea that Jinx is too much of a burden on Vi and Vi would be better off if she were DEAD is............. gross to me.

4) Vi is robbed of any character development. It would be way more powerful to me if Vi accepted that Jinx has grown into her own person and has to forge her own path in life whether that includes Vi or not. Which Vi DOES in S2E5 ("Why did you come get me? You don't actually need my help. You haven't for a long time.") Vi has shown already that she IS capable of this character development! But then the writers just make her regress and now apparently she's incapable of letting her sister go her own separate way and has to be duped into thinking Jinx is dead? Bruh.

So I was thinking about all this, and I thought, the ending would work so much better for me if Jinx left some sort of message or hint for Vi to let her know she's alive, and she just needs time away from Zaun and Piltover. Remember their bunny toy? The one that a bully stole from little kid Vi and threw onto the power lines, then Vi got it back to give to Powder in S1E2, then Jinx kept it with her all throughout Season 1?

I wish Jinx had left this for Vi somewhere Vi would definitely find it. Maybe back at Vi's apartment or something. Imagine Vi goes back there to pack her things to move in with Caitlyn, and she finds her old toy sitting on her dresser. Preferrably with a note from Jinx explaining everything. This way Vi would know her sister is alive, she'd have some character development in accepting her sister has gone on her own journey, and it'd bring the bunny toy full circle all the way back to its original owner. First Vi gave it to Jinx in Season 1 to say goodbye before Vi turned herself in to Piltover, now Jinx gives it to Vi to say goodbye as she leaves Piltover behind. I would also have liked for the show to end on something Vi and Jinx related rather than Vi and Caitlyn. The sisters are the heart of the show. It should have ended with them.

[pennysperfectpolls]

Penny Poll Round 1 Match 9

Penny Polendina (RWBY)

Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel)

Propaganda under the cut

Penny Polendina (RWBY) Propaganda

Penny is a precious bean with a beautiful design, lovely freckles, badass floating swords that shoot lasers, and even gets to fly later on. The writers knew she would be too powerful to be kept alive and as a potential partner for their main character, so they killed her off, twice. If anyone deserves to win, it's this robotic cinnamon roll with a heart of gold.

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Oooh what if you were a robot girl and had to keep the secret and didn't feel like you were a real person but the first person to find out is like "no that doesn't matter you're my friend" and it makes you feel so warm inside you believe her. Also you wind up involved in two different Nation destroying conspiracies against your will because people treat you like a tool to be used but you get to eventually reaffirm your personhood so utterly nobody could ever take that away from you. <3

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please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please please

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The sweetest and most wholesome robot girl ever, who is also fully combat ready and quite capable of opening a can of whoop*** if her friends are in danger.

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Sweetest character of all time, just wants to be a real girl, also could kick your ass, fiercely protective of her friends

Sir Pentious (Hazbin Hotel) Propaganda

Not really sure if you'd count him, but the fandom calls him Penny as a nickname sometimes so I figured I'd submit. It's up to you.

[the-breath-in-air]

Okay Galadriel's whole situation in the first episode of season 2 of Rings of Power makes no sense to me. For the entirety of season 1 Galadriel was trying to convince everyone that Sauron's alive...and no one would believe her. And now suddenly in season 2 she's suddenly supposedly unable to trust herself around Halbrand because he deceived her once. But, like, he deceived Elrond too? Literally everyone trusted him at least to some extent. But somehow it's Galadriel who's brought ruin to Middle Earth by not catching that Halbrand was Sauron when literally...no one did?

Like, wtf? A second ago Gil-galad and Elrond were about to bring ruin to Middle Earth by refusing to believe Sauron's back...now suddenly it's Galadriel's fault she was deceived by an enemy that the rest of you kept telling her wasn't there?!

ETA: To the folks replying with explanations of why Galadriel feels guilty or how she was seduced by him, thanks but that's not quite where my point of frustration lies. Like when I say it makes no sense I mean like, as a story. Like, it's more about the weird self-righteousness of Elrond and Gil-galad as compared to Galadriel's guilt, given all the ways Elrond and Gil-galad were also wrong. And the fact that self-righteousness is unspoken by Galadriel. Like, at no point in all the arguments about the Three Rings did Galadriel bring up the fact that we was right before about Sauron being alive so maybe Gil-galad should listen to her because last time when he didnt, it all got fucked. But it doesnt feel like its deliberately unspoken...it feels like the writers just decided not to have any character bring it up. (At least not in the first 3 eps of season 2...I havent watched the rest yet)

[lazycatwriter1]

Azul x fem reader 

Little mermaid Fantasy au  

Summary: Azul fell in love with the reader who is a princess and Azul becomes a human to meet the reader and just being pretty cute stuff and not very serious 🩷

Genre :fluff 

Notes: probably not very good and it was just for a little fun since I have been in writer’s block for months and probably some grammar mistakes and I did Half asleep soo sorry if it’s bad 🫶🫶

Azul has been interested in land for a while now just imagine all the more business opportunities on land and more deals he could make. So of course he was interested in land. 

But he never thought he would be so interested in a human for a completely different reason than why he was interested in land . 

You were the human he was interested in. The princess of the powerful royal family . But he was not only interested because of the fact you were royalty. He had another reason, fell in love with you. 

He didn’t know why he liked you so much. He didn’t want to fall in love with anyone. He was coming with a plan for you to make a deal with him. But somehow he fell for you. He was watching you for a while to try to come up with a deal but something about you made him more interested then just making a deal with you.

One day you were on a boat sailing on the sea. You are having a great time as you look out to the Beautiful sea with a big smile on your face. You watch the waves of the sea and you find the sea beautiful. undisclosed to you Azul was watching you and daydreaming about you. Even though he would deny it. 

He watches you with a big smile on your face as you look across the ocean. You looked so happy it made him happy to see you with a smile on your face. It made his heart flutter for some reason. 

But then, eventually the blue sky turned gray,the winds started to pick up and the waves began to become bigger. A big storm was starting. The strong winds were so intense it knocked you down to the ground of the ship. 

You tried to pick yourself up and you grabbed onto the boat. You were trying not to let go but another gust of wind caused you to let go of the boat and caused you to stumble backwards and fall off the railing on the edge boat. 

You hit the water with a big splash. You tried to swim to the surface but you couldn't because the waves were too strong for you to keep your head above the water. Your vision started to blur and you began to become tired from trying to stay above the water. You couldn’t keep your eyes anymore or struggle and you started to sink. 

Before you passed out you felt someone wrapped their arms around you trying to see who it was but you passed out before you could see. Of  course it was Azul who was saving you from drowning.

Azul pulled you up to shore and laid you against the sand. He up his ear to your chest to see if you’re still breathing. You were still breathing. “Thank goodness” He said relieved

He stared at your face Looking closely. You were breathtakingly beautiful, he thought. He touched your face slightly. Your eyes open slightly and you only see a very blurry view of him only making out his silver hair. Before you get a better look at him a noise from the distance causes him to be surprised and disappear from your view. 

The noise in the distance came closer and you could make people calling your name. You finally slowly sat from the sand as you coughed up water. You looked around for the man you saw but you didn’t see him.

The people who called for you came up to you.  You recognized them from people who worked at the Castle. They had very relieved looks on their faces and they kept saying how thankful that they found you alive and that they need you to quickly come back to the castle so you can be warmed up since you were in freezing cold water. 

As you walked back you couldn’t stop thinking about the man who saved you. Who was he? Why did he run away? Will you see him again? You want to at least thank him since he saved your life. 

[blueinkedfrost]

Castlevania seasons 3 and 4 - Hector and Lenore.

Spoiler warning.

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What are the key traits of a vampire? Ask five writers, get fifty-five answers, a lot of ink is spilt on this topic and that's good.

One of the most compelling definitions is, "A vampire is a powerful parasite, who cannot survive without murdering people." A vampire is a metaphor for the rich and greedy in human society, who break other people's backs and use and abuse others' labour to live long and comfortable lives at the expense of their suffering.

Castlevania vampires seem to live up (down) to that definition. Sure, they're able to drink animal blood, but they calculate that if Dracula's plan to murder all humans on Earth worked, then they too will starve to death even if some animals survive. They specifically need to devour humans to continue to exist. So the war between vampires and humans can't end. Bias alert: I am Team Human all the way.

Castlevania's Lenore was a child of war before she became a vampire. She decided to be a vampire diplomat. Peaceful negotiations when possible, so that everyone involved got some reward and left the table happy. She showed loyalty and affection to her vampire sisters and generally kept her word when she made a bargain. She fed on humans, but she kept it discreet. She even trimmed her nails instead of going around with claws like every other vampire.

Enter Hector, the human Forgemaster, with the ability to animate dead bodies into powerful night creatures subservient to his will. This is a unique ability that only humans can use. While they're often persecuted by other humans, Forgemasters are very valuable to vampires because their "night creature" armies are used more like "day creatures" since they don't die from sunlight exposure like vampires. Lenore was tasked to bring Hector under her sisters' control. She manipulated Hector into becoming her magically bound slave and told him that he was her pet. She gave him decent food, clothing, and creature comforts. Both sides of the relationship tripped over Stockholm syndrome and manipulation into something resembling friendship with a side of sexual attraction. (I think it's pretty explicit that some of Hector's manner to Lenore represented him trying to manipulate her. Hector was a prisoner, Lenore and her sisters abused him, so his escape attempts are obviously sympathetic.) When Hector finally escaped captivity, he asked his ally Isaac to keep Lenore alive as a favour.

Not long before Hector's escape, Lenore came to a realisation about her sister Carmilla. Centuries ago, Carmilla was turned into a vampire by a mad old vampire who abused her. At some point she killed him and seized power. She gathered three other female vampires and formed a ruling council: Striga the warrior, Morana the logistics manager, Lenore the diplomat, and Carmilla the leader and inspiring spark. Perhaps all four had similarly dark backstories at the hands of men. Either way, the four vampire queens of Styria managed to rule a small but stable kingdom for two hundred years. Then Dracula summoned Carmilla to his side while he was trying to kill every human on Earth. Carmilla realised he'd become another mad old man, so Carmilla betrayed him and kidnapped Hector to use for herself. Carmilla's new plan saw the end of Lenore's diplomacy: she was going to use Hector to make an army and conquer the world by force. Lenore didn't know at the time, but her act to enslave Hector was the last task she could ever complete in Carmilla's new world.

Lenore claims that the "vampire's virtue" is stability, since they are long lived. She desires stability and she achieved something like it for two hundred years. But Carmilla is hungry for the whole world. Carmilla's become a mad old woman as much as Dracula was a mad old man, and wants never ending power that will cause her and her sisters' lives to be nothing but endless fighting. Isaac defeats Carmilla and she dies while Lenore is captured.

Lenore fears being kept in a cage, even though it is the same fate she inflicted on Hector. But there's much more to her last decision than that fear.

One of Lenore's final lines is:

LENORE. Having been shown what I am, having found that I have been living a lie ...

Through Carmilla, Lenore came to understand that as a vampire she'll always hunger. She tried for stability and was less bloody and more thoughtful than the average vampire, but she would inevitably have followed the same way as Carmilla. Her cruelty to Hector was part of what she was.

LENORE. Power does nothing but eat. HECTOR. Like a vampire.

Lenore decides to kill herself by walking into the sunlight. Hector reaches out a hand to stop her, but chooses to let her go.

HECTOR. Be free, Lenore.

Looking at the sun, making a joke about how there's not much to it, turning back to Hector in her final moments, Lenore dies with dignity and dissolves into the dawn.

Lenore's character arc is a well written tragedy. Through Carmilla and Hector, she's awakened to what she is and will become - a murderous parasite with a never ending hunger. She finds the inner strength to end it all. I enjoyed watching her character's journey.

[little-diable]

Kinktober Day 31 – Dean Winchester

And now Kinktober is over once again, it passed by way too quickly! Please like and reblog if you enjoyed reading this, your comments keep us writers motivated. Enjoy my loves. xxx

🩶 Day 31 🩶 knife

Warnings: 18+, piv, shower, blood, use of a knife (duh)

Dean Winchester x fem!reader (1.2k words)

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She was heavily panting, eyes focused on Dean’s bloody features. He was breathing just as heavily as she was, still shaken up by their somewhat successful hunt. While Sammy had stayed behind, (y/n) and Dean had decided to hunt a vampire down, preparing to fight against a nest of creatures both detested. And even though both had made it out alive, neither of them felt like they’d succeeded, unable to put their thoughts into words. 

The lamp of the motel bathroom alighted both their features, giving one another the chance to study their partner, trying to find wounds they’d need to take care of before sleeping this very night away. Dean took a step closer, hand still wrapped around his knife. She didn’t dare move, teeth running along her lower lip, trying to stay quiet as Dean pressed his front against hers. 

With his cold hand finding her chin, he forced (y/n) to look at him, pressing his lips against hers. A moan rumbled through the both of them, searching one another’s closeness, desperate for this kind of distraction. Dean pushed her against the sink, lips kissing their way down her neck as her fingers got to work, unbuttoning his bloody flannel, exposing his toned arms, a sight that would always leave her trembling for more. 

“I hate seeing you getting hurt, fuck, I wanted to kill them all, make them pay for touching you.” His voice dripped with possessiveness, forest green eyes turning a shade darker. (Y/n) could only hum, watching his hand move closer with the knife pushed against the neckline of her shirt. Dean didn’t speak another warning before he cut the fabric in half, making her breath hitch in her chest. No further word left her, feeling the tip of the blade pressing into her skin, tracing its way down the valley between her breasts. “Take off your bra, baby, let me look at you.” 

Trembling hands undid her bra, groaning as the cold knife was pressed against her hardening nipples, while his eyes kept searching hers, watching every reaction that tugged on her features. She was putty in his hands, would do whatever Dean asked of her, one with the man who owned her heart, one with the man she’d live through hundreds of lifetimes if she only could. 

His tongue darted out to wet his lips while his eyes flickered down to his knife, cupping her left breast with his free hand. Her moans guided him on, tracing the path down to her belly, slightly digging the knife into her skin without drawing any blood. Dean couldn’t help but feel powerful, guided on by the feeling of owning (y/n), knowing that he could do as he pleases, she’d allow it all. 

“Dean,” his name rolled off her tongue like a prayer, hoping that the Lord above would pick up on her begging. “I need you, please let me feel you.” 

Another fast kiss was pressed against her lips, a kiss that distracted her from the feeling of the knife being moved up her body, finding its way to her neck. Her blood was rushing, senses heightened, very well knowing that even though this was nothing but a game, Dean could easily end their time together right there and then. He parted from her with a grin, hand finding her waist to turn her towards the sink, eyes finding hers in the mirror. 

“I would burn earth to the ground for you, sweetheart.” His murmured words left her whimpering, watching Dean trace her skin with the knife, finding joy in the goosebumps littering her body. Their hearts roared in sync, begging one another to find solace in their company, to find their way together in the most intimate way imaginable. Without another warning Dean parted from her, with the knife finding its way to the sink and his hands pulling his shirt over his head. 

No words were spoken as he turned on the shower, watching her undress with trembling movements, stepping into the shower with Dean following moments later. Their lips found back together like magnets searching opposite poles, pushing her against the shower tiles before his fingers found her pulsing clit. 

“Don’t tease, Dean, fuck me.” Her whispers were swallowed by the hot water cascading down his back, washing away the reminders of their hunt, allowing them to forget about what had happened these past hours. The way he looked down on her made her wonder if anybody else had ever been fortunate enough to experience this kind of love, a love so sincere, so honest it left (y/n) breathless. She wrapped her arms around his neck as Dean lifted one of her legs up to his waist, allowing him to align his cock with her entrance. 

“I love you,” he spoke the loving three words, cock slowly pushed into her tightness, groaning at the feeling of her walls clenching around him. He fucked her slow, gave her enough time to adjust to the calm rhythm, to the feeling of Dean pulling out of her only to push in deeper. 

The moans leaving them echoed through the small bathroom, somewhat swallowed by the shower and yet they were loud enough to communicate with one another. The second their eyes met, Dean added more force to his thrusts, tightening his hold on her leg as his other palm was pressed against the tiles. 

Dean’s thrusts turned into something rather brutal, urged on by (y/n)’s pants, by the feeling of her walls fluttering around his aching cock, by the feeling of her nails scratching at his shoulders. A moment so raw, so perfect, Dean couldn’t help but thank his lucky stars for pushing them together all these years ago. He perfectly managed to hit her sweet spot, pushing her closer and closer to the edge, riled up by all his teasing. 

“Fuck, Dean, don’t you dare stop.” She could only hope that he wouldn’t tease her again, that he would push her over the edge within the next moments. One of her hands found her clit, rubbing the sensitive bundle with quick circles, set on matching his ferocious thrusts. Dean’s groans buzzed through her body, making her moan in sync as she felt the knot growing tighter, set on letting go. 

With a string of curses leaving both, they came in unison, making her feel his cum painting her walls white, leaving his stain on her. 

“You okay, baby?” (Y/n) could only nod, pulling Dean in for another kiss before she allowed him to pull away, finally getting to washing her, taking care of the woman he’d eventually marry, set on loving her till the end of their time together.

[void-ink-studios]

Wrath of the Wishmaster

You asked, you shall receive.

Thanks for helping me clear my writer's block. I might write more scenes that happened prior to this, but enjoy what's here for now! Might post to AO3 later, who knows?

Enjoy babes!

Word count: 2,500

There were many things Scarab did not understand about the Wishmaster, Prismo.  Many… Many things.

Why did an all powerful being decide to spend its eternity making pickles and writing fan fiction of the universes he observed?  Why, of all things to add to the featureless Time Cube, was there a hot tub?

And why, above all, did he tolerate all of Scarab's... strangeness?

Because no one liked bugs.

That was the lesson Scarab had learned in his eons of existence.

No one liked bugs.  At least, not the kind of bug he was.

Of course, people like butterflies.  They liked to watch the pretty and dainty little things as they flutter along.  But only from a distance.  People still recoiled if they got a good look at their face.  Or anything that reminded them that they’re bugs, and not just living little splashes of color.

And Scarab was no butterfly.

He was a beetle.  Was?  Is?  He wasn’t sure anymore.  So much of himself had changed since he first emerged from his burrow.

And yet, there was Prismo, calling his little chirps and trills "cute." Encouraging him to find places in the Time Room to burrow and hide and crawl.

There was Prismo, who didn't recoil at the site of his real face. Who saw his strange mouth and eyes and decided to kiss it all over, rather than hide it behind his mask again.

So no, he did not understand many of how Prismo operated. But Scarab was not about to complain. He felt more alive in his own shell than he has in eons. He kept his mask off more often than on these days. His hidden arms had seen more exercise than ever before. He was starting to remember the strange language of chirps and trills and buzzes from his old home.

Of course, there were still bad days. Days where he had to sit still and stare at something stationary just to remember what direction was up. Days where he crawled away into one of his hidden nooks to tremble out of sight.

He had been reluctant to let Prismo in on those days, at first. He held up walls and scooted away and flinched enough to get the Wishmaster to back off for quite a while.

But, as he came back into contact with himself, and as Prismo called him beautiful and quirky, rather than disgusting and unsettling, the walls came down.

He wasn't ready to tell him what happened to his antenna and wings. But, Prismo was at least there to turn the screen wall to something calming. Or to rub his aching back and shoulders on days where he could do little else but shake.

It was... nice. He hesitated to call it wonderful, but it really was. Much better than a bug deserved, but he was not about to remind Prismo of that.

No, he had Orbo to do that for him.

He knew he had grown far too comfortable with Prismo when he heard the orb roll into the Time Room, loudly calling for his buddy the Wishmaster. Who was not currently there, but instead tending to his pickles for the moment. He trusted Scarab to watch the main room for any wishers, which he had been doing diligently from his perch on the ceiling.

Scarab froze, stuck to the ceiling like he was pinned there.

Maybe if I don't move, he won't notice I'm here.

It was a nice thought. But when had the universe been nice to him before?

"Uhm... Scarab? Mate? Whatcha doing up there? I thought we cleared up a while back that that creeped people out."

Scarab stayed silent as he crawled back down the wall. He ignored the way Orbo visibly shivered at his method of locomotion, standing at attention once his feet touched the floor.

He unconsciously made a nervous, light buzzing sound, his mouth parts clicking together as the orb stared at him like a disection project.

"So, what's all this then? You think just because Prismo's not here, you can do whatever you want? I thought we talked about this forever ago, Scrabs. You might be just a bug, but you got raised to the pantheon. You gotta act like it."

Orbo rolled to look around the Time Room. Scarab reached gingerly for the remote, trying to alert Prismo to their visitor.

"Seriously, I still feel bad enough for Prismo to get stuck looking at you when you were at your best. If he's stuck with you, it's the least you could do to not creep the guy out. That's not how you show appreciation, Scrabs."

Scarab tried to tune it out. He wasn't creepy, not to Prismo, Prismo called him beautiful, insect traits and all. Orbo swung around to look at him, now noticing his face.

"Where's your mask, man? No one wants to see the horror show your kind calls a mouth. It's bad enough when we have to watch you eat, you can at least put the rest of it away."

Scarab felt small. Tiny. Just like he did when he first met Orbo, who took one look at him, and decided he wasn't meant for the glittery Judgement Hall. He barely even noticed when he shuffled the plates back over his face.

"Much better. So, where's Prismo then? Not like I came all this way to talk to you, right?"

Orbo laughed. Scarab didn't. He just kept his eyes trained to the floor, still quietly chirping to steady his nerves. His world started to feel tilted. What he wouldn't do for his cane right now.

"Cut it with the noise, mate. It's like you've forgotten you're a god or something. You want to go back to the dirt? Is that it? I can talk to Boss for you, if that's what you want."

"...No. That won't be necessary."

"That's what I thought. Now, where in Glob's name- Oh, Prismo! Buddy, there you are!"

Scarab didn't look up to acknowledge the Wishmaster's presence. He felt so tiny. Just like a gross little bug pinned to the wall.

"...What are you doing here, Orbo?"

That made Scarab look up. Prismo's tone. All the warmth had been sucked out of his voice. There was an edge to it. One that the beetle had never heard before, not even during the whole Fionna and Cake disaster.

"Aw, mate, can't I just come check on my good buddy? It's been ages since your last party, man. Us at the office are just itching to groove again. We'd love to see you!"

Prismo's expression was unreadable. Scarab wasn't used to not being able to read the Wishmaster, he was usually an open book. The blue eye shifted between Orbo and Scarab subtly.

"Just haven't been in the partying mood, Orbo. I've been having some friends over for board games, I guess, but I'm not planning on a party any time soon."

The star core seemed to catch Prismo's shifting glance, turning his attention back to Scarab. The beetle stood ramrod straight. Partially to not draw attention to himself and partially to prevent his body from shaking on uncertain legs.

"Oh. Prismo, buddy, why didn't you say anything sooner?" Orbo rolled back over to Scarab, smirking.

"Say what sooner?"

"That this dude was killing the vibe in here! I mean, I totally get it, I wouldn't want a party either if that was lurking in my place somewhere."

Prismo's expression hardened.

"Scarab's not 'killing the vibe' Orbo. He's been nice to have around, he plays board games with me, Cos, and Death."

Orbo rolled his eyes.

"Prismo, you're cool. You don't have to keep it quiet for his sake. Just say the word and I'll find something else to do with him. It's not the first time he failed to learn a lesson."

"I'm not keeping anything quiet. I like having him around. He's actually pretty cool when he's got the space outside of work, and you're being, like, really uncool, Orbo."

Scarab was stunned. He'd been the only one to ever really talk back to Orbo. He'd never expect someone to do it on his behalf.

"What? Me, uncool? Pris, c'mon, mate. You're allowed to say he's creepy, we all know it. He's a bug. You know, those little creepy crawlies? I thought I trained most of the creepy stuff out of him by now. I know you're everybody's buddy, but you really need to make sure the lesson stays in his head if you don't want him weirding you out. Like, I came in here and he was on the ceiling! Looked like a ghost or something. And without his mask! I thought I made it clear his face is a horror show. Thank Glob I got him to put it back on before you had to see it, bud. It's a real doozy, I'll tell ya."

The beetle wasn't looking at Orbo anymore. No, he was watching the growing horror on Prismo's face. Horror not directed at him for once.

"Dude, Scarab's not that bad. A bit uptight when he's stressed, but still a pretty cool dude. Why should he have to hide so much? This is the Time Room, you're supposed to relax in here."

"Oh, Prismo, you sweet dream child. Scarab's not cool. He's not like us, you know?"

"Like us?"

"Buddy, you're the dream of one of the greatest living wizards in the multiverse! I'm the core of a collapsed magic star! That's where gods like us are supposed to come from! Scarab though? He's just a bug. A creepy crawly cockroach that somehow made it up from the dirt he's meant for."

"Didn't he manage to take down a galactic level threat that you couldn't catch?"

"He got lucky." Orbo looked annoyed. That usually ended well for no one. "Knew I should've finished his punishment before he came here..."

"I thought this was his punishment."

"Oh, no, I'm talking about his punishment for trying to start a revolt. Went over my head to the Boss! All over that nonsense with that unauthorized universe of yours. I was gonna take his legs. Maybe should've pulled out his other arms as well. I still can, if you wanted me to, mate."

The silence in the Time Room was deafening. Scarab has seen a lot of expressions on the Wishmaster's face. Contentment, sadness, boredom, amusement, joy, frustration, all of it.

But he had never seen rage. Not until now, anyway.

"What?"

Orbo seemed to completely miss the change in atmosphere, as he carried on just as before. "Oh yeah, it seems to be the only way he actually learns. Thought the antenna would be enough, but nooo, Mr. Buggy Bigshot still thought himself better. I really thought the thing with the wings would've gotten through to him, but I guess not."

The lights in the Time Room went out. Not even the stars from the void outside shed much light into the cube. Scarab never thought he'd miss the sickeningly bright yellow of the Time Cube, but he's permanently paint his shell its color if it would turn the lights back on.

"You. Did. WHAT?"

There was a guttural hiss coming from where Prismo once was. Blue what replaced by a bright purplish pink, staring down at Orbo and Scarab. A friendly smile was replaced with jagged teeth. Fingers replaced with claws. And a growl rumbled through the cube.

Scarab didn't think. Just acted. He opened himself a passage into the lower levels of the Time Room, scurrying in as fast as his legs could carry him. He could faintly hear Orbo yelling after him, but he ignored it completely. The adrenaline let him ignore the pain, ignore the feeling of constantly tipping over. All his instincts told him was run and hide.

He crammed himself into one of his many makeshift burrows, backing as far into the hole as possible.

Prismo was angry, he knew that much. Anger meant pain. Anger meant he'd lose another piece of himself. What would it be this time, he wondered.

It didn't matter he knew Prismo would never hurt him. It didn't matter he knew he probably couldn't be hurt like that while in this form. All he knew was to curl up and hide.

And so he did.

He shook, in fear and pain, and waited. For what, he wasn't sure. But he didn't dare come out of his cubby.

So he waited.

He didn't know how long it was until he felt the familiar tingle of light against his back. He flinched, a frightened trill falling unwillingly from his throat.

"...Scarab? Sweetheart, are you there?"

...At least he sounded like Prismo again...

"...Yes... Yes, I'm here."

"Good, good. I... I'm sorry you had to see me like that. I don't like what I am when I'm like that but... What Orbo was saying... Your wings..."

Scarab felt his elytra twitch under Prismo's touch. The ragged scraps of wings shivered as well, as the beetle sighed out a soft little chirp.

"...It is the way of things, Prismo... Orbo is not the only one with thoughts like that. It's what I've been taught for eons. No one likes bugs, after all."

There was a long silence after that. Prismo was looking at him with a sad calmness. He reached his other arm into the hole, petting a hand over the parts of his face he could reach under the mask. The bug shivered pitifully into the touch, trying and failing to resist the urge to lean into it.

"...You deserve better, Scrabby."

That's what did it. That's what broke the dam.

Scarab wept into Prismo's hand, shaking hard enough to make his carapace rattle.

"Shh... It's okay, honey... Can you come out here?"

It was slow. Almost painfully so. But he managed to peek his head out of his hiding spot. The Wishmaster gave him a kind smile, if not a sad one.

"Can you let me see you, beautiful?"

Scarab hesitated. Orbo's words echoed in his head, loudly, cruelly.

"...I'm not pleasant to look at, Prismo... Much less beautiful..."

"Nope. Not true, Scrabby. C'mon. Let me see that pretty face of yours."

"Prismo..."

"Please, Scarab?"

The beetle sighed. His face plates shivered again, tucking behind his head. His eyes stared, wide and wet at the Wishmaster. A soft kiss was planted on his forehead.

"There we go. Much better."

Scarab refused to start bawling again. Instead, he climbed the rest of the way out of his burrow to curl against Prismo's chest.

"You don't have to worry about Orbo anymore, by the way. He won't be coming back. Not for a few eons, at least."

Scarab didn't choose to question it. Not right now at least. Instead, he closed his eyes as Prismo's hand pet gently over his aching back, the beetle unconsciously opening up the elytra. The dream's hands were always careful when working around his sorry wings. They made the ache go away.

Scarab began chirping. Softly, at first. But it slowly grew, morphing into a simple, but filling cricket song. He heard Prismo softly join in with a light humming.

He might've been just a bug.

But it turns out at least one person likes bugs after all.

[buffyfan145]

The s2 "Rings of Power" finale was great!!! 😀 A lot happened that I expected, and actually was leaked again, but still had some surprises too. Overall, I really enjoyed the season and what we got, including for Haladriel. All the spoilery things behind a cut, but also we're getting great interviews with the cast/writers now too with more insight, especially from Charlie, and about s3 and I'm so excited for that even if we likely have to wait 2 years again. LOL But so much to talk about.

Have to start with Haladriel and honestly I'm totally fine with what we got. I know wanted more but again I had low expectations for the season and we got so much more than I expected. This finale did confirm to me that Sauron does love her, but it's now twisted like a lot of other enemies to lovers ships. They had him tell her back in Halbrand form that again he didn't lie about everything and that what he felt and they had was real. He also again told her about how they do have things in common and she felt it too. Then about how he was going to have her as queen and that he was going to serve her had she said yes. Also being happy to see Nenya and how beautiful it was, even though like an angry ex-fiance/husband he wanted it back. LOL Seems to confirm that in the show he and Celebrimbor designed it for her. Then even though he stabbed her with the crown it was in the shoulder and he even told her he didn't want to kill her. I'm also certain he helped slow her fall (which was part of a now true leak a few days ago about Galadriel jumping and Gil Galad & Elrond healing her) as he was shocked she jumped off the cliff and a fall from that height would've killed her instantly. They showed mostly her falling and didn't show him after he first reached for her, so that seems intentional.

Plus, I agree with others that she likely isn't fully healed from Morgoth's crown stab wound either and that it'll connect her further to Sauron. I noticed she kept touching it and was still weak and recovering. And we got to see Sauron talking with her telepathically now too. Charlie also in interviews this morning brought up how there will be more with Sauron and Galadriel too and that he never wanted her dead. We all knows this fits with the books too and he never stops trying to contact her and see her till the One Ring is destroyed by Frodo, so we're going to get more and show that this is one of the big dynamics of shows.

Also loved seeing Morfydd and Charlie hug and laugh in that bts video after the episode aired too. Those scenes had to have been hard to film, and with Charles Edwards too.

Still so sad about Celebrimbor even though I knew it was coming from the books. Loved though that he foresaw about Frodo too and the One Ring being Sauron's downfall, including that he would never go to Valinor again and being a prisoner in Middle Earth as that is exactly what happened as he's supposedly still stuck as a formless spirit to this day for those that think Middle Earth turned into our world. Really hope at least both the Charlies get Emmy awards as they deserve it.

Very happy they finally confirmed that The Stranger is Gandalf!!! 😀 I figured he was this whole time and now it's finally out there. Curious what will happen for him next and for Nori, as I saw the writers say she'll be on her own journey in s3 too. They writers also confirmed now The Dark Wizard is not Saruman, so he's likely the first Blue Wizard that went evil. So likely Saruman, Radagast, and the 2nd Blue will show up too.

Then happy Arondir is still alive, Elrond realized the rings are good, and the elves founded Imladris/Rivendell and are starting the war on Sauron. Also loved Isildur and Estrid kissed, and that was the most passionate kiss I've ever seen on the show so far. Was hoping Elendil and Miriel would kiss too but loved she gave him Narsil, and he's on his way to find his other son Anarion, who I still wonder if Tom Taylor is playing as his agency is still tagging him on posts and maybe the show cut his scenes till s3. Adar's death was so well done too and I'm glad Nenya healed him too and he was able to reconcile with Galadriel before that. Loved Durin III realized the rings were bad too and went after the balrog to save the others. Now Durin IV is king and his brother is coming to dispute it, which might be another reason they hired a writer from "The Crown" for s3.

I can't wait for s3 and already have seen Charlie teasing that him giving out the 9 is the main storyline for him. I still think he'll switch back to Halbrand or a more regal form of him to recruit the 9 men to his side. He also teased about making the One Ring but isn't sure yet when that happens and if it happens before Sauron goes to Numenor or after. And we know Numenor will be a huge part now that Isildur is going back and Elendil & Anarion will lead the Faithful. Hoping too Galadriel gets more screentime too and Morfydd's schedule is clear so her other projects don't interfere like this time, and since there is a gap in her storyline in the books that the show could add to. And I've got some fics ideas and I'm sure we'll get a lot of fan content till it's finally back.

[clockworkprism]

Watched Kaos, and it was amazing. Very slow start but then episode 3 onwards it just rips.

I also had to mentally try very hard to separate from the source myths, because while the Greek myths are very much fluid in the sources and the writers are far from the worst offenders when it comes to retelling of Greek myths, this was still a big departure. They kept enough of the spirit alive in my opinion, but some might be completely turned off. But Ovid was using alternative myth tellings as a way to criticize rich assholes all the way back in the first century. So it's not without precedent.

I do find myself now reevaluating rings of power a bit. Because it too is rewriting a mythology. But I guess I can justify loving Kaos and disliking rings of power because Kaos 1. is trying to tell a clear message and the deviations all feel like intentions rather than rewriting for a general audience and 2. is actually well written

[humanpurposes]

I hate the prophecy stuff in hotd SO MUCH :)

(Spoilers for Season 2)

So everything seemingly revolves around Aegon’s dream and the visions had by Alys and Helaena. As an audience, we’re told that things are set in stone. Daemon will die at Harrenhal. Aegon will be King again. Aemond will die too. Alicent will be remembered as a villain. All in service to this “greater purpose”.

Effectively, the wants and needs of these characters we’ve been following for two seasons have been made redundant.

Take Daemon, he has his own ambitions for power, struggles to accept Rhaenyra as his sovereign because it would mean he wasn’t Viseys’ favourite. And that’s resolved because he’s shown a vision and he’s decided that he’s going to play his part in the story. Not, idk, the fact that maybe a way he could remember his brother is to support the claim of his chosen heir?

And it’s so frustrating because there are some really good moments and arcs in this season. I really like Aegon as the reluctant King, enjoying his first few days as a ruler, wanting to be good at it, and then the reality of it setting in once Jaehaerys dies and he realises that no one expected him to be anything more than a puppet. He’s desperate to prove himself and it backfires, but he’s still alive, he’s still going to see this through. Then I really like the turn in Rhaenyra’s character becoming more assertive after The Red Sowing. But this happens in the penultimate episode, and 7 WHOLE EPISODES after the death of her son??? Why was Luke’s death not the turning point?

Nothing that happens in the show will matter anyway because it’s already history to the main series, and that seems to be exactly the mindset the writers have kept going into writing this season?

It’s not interesting because these characters don’t act like people. They don’t make decisions. Most of the characters don’t WANT anything for themselves. The show is driven by plot points while the characters have the same conversations and wait for the writers to decide that things need to move on. And after season 1 had such a good buildup with a promise of an emotionally driven conflict, I finished watching this season as I started, very underwhelmed.

[creaturefeaturecommando]

Did people know that they could just… keep T’Challa alive in fanfic ? Like all Black Panther fanfics I was reading just stopped updating with notes saying how they couldn’t keep updating because it was disrespectful to Chadwick and like rest in power to Chadwick but… he didn’t own the character. He played the character really well to the point it was his but ever since he died people, including the MCU have just buried T’Challa’s character to the point that he’s being forgotten and I hate it and it’s partially what killed my interests in the MCU too because the first black superhero with his own successful movie since Blade and because the actor died, he’s being forgotten and left out even though he’s still alive in the comics and fanfic writers could just take their inspo from that.

I don’t know. Put me in an ice coma and wake me up in 50 Years when people start actually using T’Challa again. Maybe I’m one of the few who thought that maybe if the studio knew about Chadwick’s condition (because I doubt he kept it a complete secret from the people he was working with) that they could work with him to find a suitable replacement to continue T’Challa’s role and people would be more okay with it because it would be Chadwick’s choice in successor but whatevs. I stopped watching MCU movies so it has nothing to do with me.

[rei-ismyname]

WHERE'S RASPUTIN IV?

Been wondering where the heck Rasputin IV got to after the battle vs ORCHIS/ENIGMA? Me too. For those that haven't....

Who is Rasputin IV?

Rasputin is a *chimera* - a concept first shown in Powers of X #1. Mutant technology, Sinister style - completely devoid of ethics. Chimera are genetically engineered beings made from two or more mutant gifts in the same body, sometimes with elements of the original's personality or traits. Many timelines and Krakoas have produced them but it's always one man behind it - Mr Sinister. Technically he is the first chimera (according to Moira) due to his habit of wearing other mutant's gifts like hats. We know he has John Proudstar/Thunderbird's gifts (somehow. No, seriously, how tf did he get that?) as well as at least one psychic and metamorph.

Not Rasputin IV, but it was our first look at a Rasputin chimera.

Spoilers for Sins of Sinister and Fall of X. Reader beware!

Other chimera are made from scratch, like Cardinal or Rasputin. Most are fusion dance mashups of two mutants but they're all the same concept. Sadly they are among the last mutants in a hellish dystopia that Moira's 6th life has become, and they all die pretty quickly in an act of heroism. Speculation was rife at the time, with many hoping we'd see her again. Fortunately, my pick for the best writer in comics atm decided to use her.

Sins of Sinister/Immoral X-Men

The Rasputin that ended up in the present came from the Sins of Sinister/Red Diamond timeline. After Sinister corrupted the Quiet Council they turned on him and he was kept alive for as long as he was useful. He was pretty damn useful, creating mindless abominations to destroy Arakko, achieve FTL travel, wipe out ORCHIS/The Avengers/ The FF, take over the world, turn the universe into a horror, and wiped out countless civilizations leaving only Sinisterised mutants left. Under threat of death he blurted that he could pull off a stable chimera with 5 mutant gifts, earning a stay of execution. He definitely delivered on that promise.

Drumroll please... RASPUTIN IV

Her genetic payload is

- Telepathy from Quentin Quire.

- Healing and 'aggression' from Laura Kinney/Wolverine.

- Intangibility from Kitty Pryde.

- Organic metal skin and strength from Colossus.

- Forcefields from Unus the Untouchable.

- plus a Soulsword a la Magik (no idea how he made this happen. He's the worst, but he does amazing work.)

She's beast mode incarnate. Look at that design! Sinister, bastard that he is, took advantage of her nature as a true believer and naiveté so she'd lead the search for his missing lab to reset the universe. Importantly, he removed the brainwashing and gave her free will - sold her a heroic lie. They also had to leave Earth immediately as Sinister definitely outlived his usefulness and the QC were trying to kill him, though once they escaped they shrugged and forgot about him. For 900 years they traversed a universe of peril and perversion until she found what was needed. 900 years! Then she found out the whole thing was a lie and that Sinister is an utter bastard.

She was... not happy about that and from this point viewed Sinister as the 'Great Deceiver', 'He Who Burned Paradise.' In a great villain speech he admits he can't defeat her in a fight, but he never gave her the power of flight and he ejects her into SPAAACE. Doomed to die in the void, Mother Righteous made an offer. Rasputin IV would get her chance at revenge/justice, though she unwittingly gave MR power over her.

After the reset, many things made their way back to the present, to 616. A whole lot of information and one genetically engineered superhero bad bitch. Great choice IMO. Her self appointed mission was to ensure Sinister faces justice for his crimes. Essex was not expecting the gal he left to die to pop out of his cloning machine. In fact, it's not even the same Sinister. Fortunately he has many crimes to be tried for.

Which she did! She walloped him and delivered him to the quiet council in a force field. She was also just a little bit giddy at getting to visit what was ancient history or legend for her. More than giddy, actually. Part of the dichotomy of Rasputin IV is that she's a genetically engineered superhero bad bitch, and she's an idealist - a true believer in Krakoa. A Krakoa that only existed in stories in her time. A believer in a better future and in doing things the right way. (You'll note Kitty Pryde finds herself attracted to Rasputin - the Colossus/Magik combo with a splash of herself. I love it.) The shiniest girl acted as security for the quiet council during the aftermath of the Sinister crisis, but her character doesn't progress much until the Hellfire Gala.

She gets to be a normal gal, wearing a lovely gown, almost certainly for the first time, and squeeing over Ms Marvel (which she totally deserves after 900 years of war, black ops, horror and Sinister.) She's so damn cute, look at her! She knows Kamala's story well, better than Kamala herself thanks to future knowledge. It's super cool to see the Fan girl ascended get a taste of hero worship. Tumblr's image limit has never felt more oppressive because her every appearance is glorious and I want to add them all. Expect more posts with Rasputin IV highlights.

Sadly, ORCHIS (Booooooooo!) crashed the party and started killing everyone. After Jean Grey fell all the mutants fought back with righteous fury. Rasputin and Ms Marvel teamed up to trash Stark Sentinels. They probably would have won a complicated victory, but Xavier made a deal with ORCHIS forcing all mutants off planet. Those who weren't able to resist his psychic hijacking anyway. Rasputin IV was one who could, joining the resistance while working with Xavier on combatting a Dominion - an AI god, more or less.

Mein Gott that art is beautiful.

Surprise surprise! She's crucial. Everyone would have died multiple times without her... and the mutants won, saving Earth, the universe, and every living thing in it! Crushing ORCHIS into bigot paste and earning a future for everyone, but better than the one she came from. As for the AI God - long story short Hope, Legion, Prodigy, Askani, and Jean Grey kill then resurrect Jeanix - Jean who's the Phoenix, now and forever. She calls on the spirits of every mutant, everywhere and everywhen to bust him up and leave his corpse fragments around the Earth as warning to any other cosmic predators.

But Rasputin IV hasn't forgotten the asshole that got them into this situation - Mr Sinister. As soon as everyone is safe she and Exodus are like 'let's kill his ass.' Destiny says some enigmatic stuff and then Rasputin disappears from the story. Seriously, she's just gone after this page. That huge splash page in Uncanny X-Men #700 where Krakoa is leaving and everyone is weeping? OMEGA SENTINEL is there but no Rasputin. She definitely hasn't shown up in From The Ashes and I doubt she will, despite being a powerhouse and a true believer. So, where's my favourite shiny girl?

Let's be honest - when the toys were being put back in the toy box she wasn't killed off or sent back to her timeline (cos it doesn't exist.) After the fight was won she stood with Exodus and wanted to kill Sinister. He escaped and instead of closure the story marched towards a status quo where Krakoa happened but it's definitely past tense and was a bad idea (sez them.) Able to be plucked off the shelf should a future writer use her, but in de facto stasis. She is very powerful and difficult to write, after all. That's a boring Doylist explanation and frankly a waste of an amazing character. If they can have idiots like Raze stick around, they can at least tell us what happened to her. So, some possible Watsonian explanations..

- Maybe she chose to join the mutants with Krakoa in the White Hot Room. The promised land, as Exodus might call it. Krakoa *is* what she's been fighting for for 900 years, and she does deserve rest as much as anyone. A weapon, bioengineered for war and bound by lies choosing peace and building the safe place does have a certain poetry to it - but if Exodus didn't I don't think she would either. They are two different brands of true believer, but there's at least two tasks remaining they're both invested in. Killing Sinister and fighting for mutant safety/freedom. Then again, 900 years of battle and misery. If anyone deserves heaven, it's her.

- Maybe she left with Exodus to wherever he goes when the plot doesn't need him. He's grown though, not the Magneto worshipper he was. His position seems to be pro-Hope anti-Sinister. After observing Rasputin with Kamala though, she seems to have a healthier on/off button for Krakoa-ism. Considering Exodus showed up to do jack shit in Heir of Apocalypse, and barely reacted to Sinister... I doubt it. Though a new 'brotherhood' of sorts with those two would be great. I'd read it. Hell, I'd write it.

- Maybe she moved to Arakko? She doesn't know anyone there and has no ties, though she would fit right in. The Broken Land, a mutant homeland where pain is spoken aloud, heard, and community built. It'd be great, though From The Ashes doesn't seem to have much interest in Arakko.

- Maybe she went back to the future... NOPE! It doesn't exist anymore for one, and it's also a hellscape to put it lightly. Scratch that.

- Retired quietly by herself? Nobody can argue she deserves it, but she's a hero - hardcoded in her DNA. Mutants are in deep shit and I don't believe she'd stay out of that fight.

My speculation has become rambling. The simple fact is that we don't know. I believe we deserve to, or at least I very much want to. Where's RASPUTIN IV?

[thymaddymoo]

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If there’s mistakes I apologise I don’t write stories often, if I do I get writers burnout real quick and I wrote this in 5 hours when I was supposed to be sleeping.

The story:

The Prisoners -

Commander Castin and his soldiers had been taken prisoner, their weapons confiscated, and their bodies bound by the strong ropes of the Empire. Castin could feel the weight of the sky pressing down from above as they were led through thick forest, their captors silent and watchful.

The air was thick with tension, and despite his military training, Castin couldn’t shake the feeling that he was stepping into something far beyond his understanding. His soldiers were exhausted, their faces set in grim lines as they followed behind him, their hands bound tightly behind their backs. The Empire’s soldiers were quiet, their movements as fluid as the waters they came from. The men and women of the Empire, though striking in their physiques—tall, elegant, and strong—had an unnerving presence. Their eyes were big and bright but sharp and cold. Despite that it was clear to Castin that these people, the Imperials , weren’t like the Intacians. There was something about them that made the air itself feel alive.

They arrived at a clearing, a village rising in front of them with stilted platforms and woven huts. The people of the village moved with an ease that spoke of a deep connection to the waters around them. Castin could see the familiar features of the people of the Empire—those striking blue green eyes and tails that curved behind them like a paddle.

The villagers watched them with cold, assessing eyes, their gazes hard as steel. Castin’s heart beat a little faster under their scrutiny. The Imperials were known for their resilience in the face of adversity, but Castin knew that resistance here could mean much more than mere imprisonment—it could mean his death.

The villagers glared at them, some whispering in their native tongue, a language Castin didn’t understand, though he could tell from the tones that it was laced with only feelings of contempt and loathing. They didn’t trust them. Why would they? After years of war, after years of bloodshed between Intacia and the Empire, why would they extend kindness to the people they had been fighting for years against?

A New Beginning -

Castin’s mind raced with thoughts of escape, but he couldn’t act. Not yet.

The warrior that had brought them in had been assigned the task of overseeing their “transition.” Castin’s heart sank when he saw her approach. Young, strikingly beautiful, and far too serene for someone who held such an important position, she had an air of command around her that Castin couldn’t ignore.

She stepped forward, her movements fluid, and with an almost ethereal grace. Her deep, ocean-colored eyes met his, sharp as the waves during a storm. She looked every bit the part of nobility—calm, controlled, powerful. Her presence was a stark contrast to the anxious energy radiating from Castin and his soldiers.

“You are in my care now.” Her voice was firm but not unkind.

Castin stood up straighter, finding his backbone as a leader once more. “I understand.”

Her eyes flicked over his soldiers for a moment, then back to him. “You will stay with me and you will learn our ways.”

Castin’s chest tightened. His mind screamed in rebellion. He was the man who commanded an entire army, he was not some child. But he kept his thoughts to himself, nodding silently in acceptance. He had no choice but to go along with this.

She glanced over at the guards, who seemed to linger, watching as she gestured for them to step back. She spoke to Castin in broken, yet understandable English, her voice softer this time. “You are here to learn.”

Castin was led into her mauri, a traditional home built on stilts near the water’s edge. The air smelled of salt and wood. Inside, the spaciousness was comforting, and yet, it only reminded him how different this place was from his home in Intacia.

The Changing -

Castin stood awkwardly inside the small, circular space. His hands were still bound, but the restraints had loosened a little. He felt the coolness of the air on his skin, and the weight of his situation settled like a stone in his stomach.

The warrior stood nearby, watching him with those sharp eyes that never seemed to blink.

“Before we proceed, we should introduce ourselves properly.” She spoke again, her tone purposeful. Her words rang in Castin’s ears, and for the first time, he realized they hadn’t yet exchanged names.

He cleared his throat, trying to maintain some of his dignity. “Commander Castin of Intacia.” His voice was firm, though it carried the unmistakable strain of a man who was far from home.

Her eyes softened slightly as she gave him a nod. “I am Aru’a, Baroness of the Empire and this is my village; Maui’na.” She spoke the title as if it were nothing more than a fact—simple and true, like the sea itself.

Castin felt an odd sense of humility at her words. He had expected hostility or a show of superiority, but her calmness unnerved him more than he wanted to admit.

“We will need to get you dressed properly.” Aru’a’s voice was matter-of-fact, as if it were simply the next task on her list. She moved toward a nearby chest and retrieved a large cloth.

Castin stiffened, realizing what was about to happen. His mind raced, but there was no avoiding it. Intacians did not wear loincloths, nor did they adhere to the same customs. Here, everything was different.

Aru’a stepped toward him and handed him the loincloth. Castin hesitated, his face flushing as he took it, uncertain of how to wear it.

“You’ll need to wear this. You are in the Empire now.” She made no attempt to hide the fact that she was speaking from a place of experience, as though this was nothing strange to her.

Castin made a futile attempt to tie the cloth around his waist, but his tail, wouldn’t cooperate. It wasn’t like the paddle tails of the Empire. His was thinner with a tuft of hair at the end, and was not easily maneuvered into a simple knot.

“It’s not fitting right,” Castin muttered, frustration creeping into his voice.

Aru’a stepped closer without hesitation, her calm presence unshaken. “You’re doing it wrong.” Her voice was sharp and firm, but not unkind. She took the cloth from his hands and began to rewrap it, adjusting it with a practiced ease. “You’re not used to this, I see. You need to stop being a baby. Let me help.”

Her words stung a little, but Castin bit his tongue, not wanting to argue. He had no room for pride in this situation.

Aru’a carefully adjusted the cloth around his waist, making sure it was secure. Her fingers brushed against his tail, and Castin stiffened, but she paid no mind. For the Imperials, it seemed natural. This was the way things were done here.

When she finished, she stepped back, her gaze assessing him. “There, now you are ready.” Her tone was almost approving, though it lacked the warmth he expected.

Castin stood silently, staring down at himself. The loincloth felt strange but not unbearable. He was now dressed according to their customs, and for the first time, he realized how much he had to learn.

A New World -

Over the next few weeks, Aru’a taught Castin the ways of the Empire. He learned their language, which she spoke with a heavy accent but a surprising fluidity. It was nothing like the language of Intacia, but with time, Castin picked up the patterns, the flow, the subtle differences.

She taught him how to breathe underwater, how to ride an ilu, how to hunt and gather from the ocean. Castin learned how to adapt, how to survive in this strange new world. He even learned how to ride a tsurak, though he often struggled with it at first.

The Baroness became more than just his captor. She was a guide, a teacher, and in time, something more—a silent, unspoken bond began to form between them.

By the time the Tulkun returned to the shores of Maui’na, Castin had come to understand this world in a way he never could have imagined. And when Aru’a led him to meet her spirit sister, he realized how deeply the people of the Empire were tied to the land, the sea, and the very essence of the Goddess herself.

But still, the war between Intacia and the Empire loomed over them. Would Castin ever return to his homeland? Would he ever truly be part of this world that had so much to offer—and yet so much to take?

[cursedhaglette]

Just saw the news about BioWare, Dragon Age and Trick and Karen Weekes, and I’m gutted by the news, especially for the hard working people whose livelihoods have now upended. I’m particularly so heartbroken for them - to have put 20 years on a creative product, to have poured your heart and soul into these characters and storylines for it to be unceremoniously and completely closed in your face after so much work! I think as I write this I’m aware enough to acknowledge how genuinely and wholly I’m grieving for them and Dragon Age as a whole, because I’ve loved it for so long and through so many years. And while VG wasn’t perfect, it’s the fact that we still got it on our hands and Solavellan still got their ending. Tears, truly. So many tears.

Hope it’s ok that I’ve come to your ask box and that’s it not too silly. I think it’s telling that for some of us (at least for me!) we’ll think instantly of our favourite fandom creators - writers, artists, commentators (and more) who have kept the fandom afloat and continue to volunteer their personal time to release their beautiful fanfics and fanart, etc. And you have absolutely been one of my favourite authors, esp. after VG. ‘Requited’ has meant so much to me as a work of art, and getting to relive all the moments from Inquisition through your words has been such a balm for the soul. Thank you to the individual devs, and thank you to fandom creatives like you who also pour everything into their craft for others to enjoy. I really cannot speak highly enough or express how much your creations means to us. ♥️♥️♥️

wow this is so...wow i'm speechless. thank you ♥️

its crazy to me that people warned me about joining the dragon age fandom before i got involved because it was supposedly "mean" and soooo "dramatic" and would be brutal to create for but it has been such an absolute joy to contribute to and this is just...like i am so honored that you thought to come to me to share this. both to grieve what we might be losing in losing the talent that was let go today, but to hear that MY words are a balm??? my silly lil brain worms???

you are so right though anon, the fandom kept the dream alive for the 10 years between DAI and veilflop and will keep it going for many more years. that's the power of investing in writers, and why EA will suffer for cutting so many talented people in the long run.

i don't really know what else to say but i'm grieving with you, and kind of have been since DAV came out and was short of so many of my hopes (besides the end you are so right). but we keep creating and we keep fighting ♥️ thank you so much for coming to me with this, for your kind words, and i hope you know i am always here - anon or not - for feelings or rants like these.