#v: aftermath ( post origins )

[alluramunroe]

Arcane Act III Rewrite

Act III Part I - The End of the War 

Honestly this is like an Act III Part I because I am going to write about the battle against Viktor in a separate post and the aftermath caused by Viktor’s actions. Imagine if the nine episode format remained this part I is the first two episodes of Act III. 

See link for Act I, Act II, Act III Part II

Viktor’s Commune - Isha/Firelights Kids

Don (an original character made in Act II) has been healed by Viktor—his leg no longer hurt and he no longer has respiratory problems. However, when Don walks he has metallic footsteps like  Viktor, he is no longer a quiet walk. This is a call back to how Don use to purposefully take his leg brace off to be quiet and stealthy when playing, he is no longer able to do so. After being healed, the kids rejoice around Don. In rejoicing Don and the other firelights begin running—Don is out running all of them and when they get to like a top of a hill Don is the only one not out of breath.  This might be shown in a later scene of going from the main plot back to the commune but it shows the kids playing tag and one of them catches Don and Don has zero outburst, which is uncharacteristic of him because Don could be categorized as a brat the type of kid who would yell you cheated every time he gets caught no matter what. Isha in the background witnesses this exchange and looks suspicious. 

Zaun’s Independence looks doomed

Zaun has just suffered three categorical losses back to back: (i) Jinx (the symbol of the rebellion) has been captured, (ii) the firelights base (the symbol of hope) has been burned down, and (iii) lost their hostage leverage because of Ambessa’s/Noxian might was shown on full display (some Zaunites witnessed how swiftly and ruthlessly Ambessa not only killed the Zaunites to get the hostages but how she killed the hostages themselves). 

At Sevika’s base of operations, it shows the different factions of Zaun together, including the firelights most importantly Ekko sitting defeated in a corner. Those that witnessed Ambessa are shouting we should just give up its pointless they are to powerful, some firelights we need to attack them now for burning down our tree, Jinxers when need to attack now and get Jinx, and other warring ideas and positions are shouted into the cacophony of voices. Sevika trying to get a word in and say no we stick to our original plan we move like none of that happened. A random “oh yeah what’s this big plan” Sevika - “it’s for need to know only” Random- “why should we follow what you say when you don’t even trust” Sevika - “would you trust you?” Everybody is kinda like well she’s got a point but the random stil shouts back something of a “fuck you” 

Everybody is getting rowdy looks like there is a bout to be a major split and reckless actions are going to be taken, Sevika is desperately trying to get Ekko’s help. She’s realizing like why she was never the leader people just don’t trust/follow her like Vander or Silco, and now like Ekko. 

Ekko is in the corner looking defeated, he just lost his home that he built as refuge from both chaos/danger of both Zaun and Piltover. This is when the media of video comes through, because the camera begins zooming in on Ekko the loud voices of everyone begins fading out where its only Sevika’s voice that is heard “Zaun’s independence is bigger than Jinx, it’s bigger than some lost lives and hostages, it’s bigger than a tree (Sevika directly addressing A group of angry firelights) you guys joined this fight because you wanted to make all of Zaun like your hideout. So yeah fuck your feelings, Zaun’s Independence is more important.”

The running theme through everyone’s personal arch, including Ekko’s, is the fight of Z v P is that personal feelings. This rouses Ekko up and he gets everyone’s attention because one of the de facto leaders that is usually vocal had not said anything or done anything through out this argument is finally moving. And his speech is the exact opposite of what Sevika just said (she looks pissed) He gives this speech about getting quick revenge and saving Jinx by the end of the week during midday to the large crowd. They normally do not discuss plans like this in a large crowd because they know there is a mole somewhere too many supply grabs went to shit for there not to be a mole. 

After Ekko’s speech, everyone seems to calm down because the leaders have made a plan that satisfied their wishes. Ekko/Sevika/Vi/Scar (Scar is honestly like a stand in for someone that is trusted by both Ekko and Sevika his character, he knows everything they know). Sevika is rightfully reaming Ekko out she’s like that goes completely against our secret pipe plan we have been building for months. Ekko it does seem that way but we finally got the big distraction that we need to enact or pipe plan. 

Singed and Ambessa Weapon’s talk

Like in Season 2 Singed says he knows why Ambessa has found him. Words are exchanged and he’s like I will help you get an immortal army but I need Viktor’s body. Ambessa is like then I will get it for you. 

Viktor’s Commune - Isha/Firelights Kids (continued)

We see the Firrelight kids are no longer playing nside the commune, they are playing in the crevices near the commune, noticeably not there is Don. AS they are playing one of the kids gets seriously hurt, like needs a doctor stat type hurt. A firelight (“Kid One”) states we should take him to Viktor to be healed. Isha stands in front of of them and won’t let them go. Kid One is like “move we got to help him!” Isha stands firm and won’t let them go. Isha and Kid One get into a pushing match. Finally, and older kid (“Kid Two”) steps in to break them up but is like I agree with Isha we should not go to Viktor. Kid One “but he needs our help!” Kid Two “Ekko and Scar has taught how to handle this without Viktor’s creepy magic. You don’t want what happened to Don to happen to hurt kid!” Hushed silence except for Hurt Kid’s whimpering as they appreciate Don’s absence—Don who is healthier than all of them now is no longer playing with them when before even when he was sick at least he would be off to the side near them. Kid Two “Me and Isha will go back to the commune to get supplies you guys hang back.”

Ambessa and Singed reach Viktor’s Commune

Ambessa and like three Noxian Soldiers roll up to Viktor’s Commune with Singed (unlike in the show where she came with a whole battalion, in my version it’s a small group because there is an actual war occurring in the background and she has to be stealthy. Additionally, she does not want Piltover knowing of her side plans). 

I have two ideas of how this scene can unfold.

Scene One

As Isha and Kid Two with the help of Don are searching for medical supplies to take back to Hurt Kid, Ambessa rolls up and smashes the Commune Greeter at the entrance, which calls all of the Healed to stop in their tracks what they are doing to turn to her direction. Then like in zombie movies they attack her and her small group. Isha and Kid Two witness this and is scared out of their minds and go back to the rest of the firelight kids. But since this is like first generation healed they are not incredibly strong. Ambessa is easily able to get to Viktor using the Singed weapon she apprehended in Act II she shoots Viktor out the sky, like Jayce did in the actual season. All of the healed scream and drop dead at once. 

Scene Two

Ambessa smashes the Greeter but no one attacks she easily walks up to Viktor and blast him out of the sky with Singed Weapon. Isha and Kid Two who were getting medical supplies with the help of Don witness Don’s death. Scared out of their minds they go back to get the rest of the Firelight Kids. 

I like Scene One because it shows Ambessa’s might, it makes sure the kids are absolutely scared of joining the war and to find a new hide out both away from the war and Viktor’s commune. However, Scene Two is closer to show canon because even after Jayce smashed the first guy head in, no one tried to stop him. 

Which ever scene happens, Isha and the Firelight kids leave Viktor’s Commune and return to the Firelight base, even though it is only a husk of what it used to be.  And Ambessa and Singed exchange a conversation basically stating that Singed needs a couple days to give Ambessa an elixir that would create her immortal army. Ambessa leaves the three Noxian soldiers that accompanied her behind. (This way Ambessa is actually shown being smart instead of just blindly trusting that Viktor would create an immortal army for her and not turn against her, she gets to control who becomes immortal). 

Zaun’s Attacks on Piltover endanger Jayce and his mom

Jayce and his mother are seen walking through the streets of Piltover. Their conversation flows like this Jayce’s mother “Jayce you don’t have to walk me everywhere you’re a very busy man no.” Jayce “this war is becoming very dangerous they have been attacking citizen area in Piltover” Mother “this war has put a toll on you” (referring to Jayce dark and rugged appearance) “how is Viktor”. Jayce- “I still have not found him” 

Maniacal laugh cuts their conversation short, they turn to see a Zaunite pointing a large weapon directly at them. (I’m thinking a high ranking Zaun that has been shown to be a leader in the Zaun rebellion but not in Ekko’s inner circle to know Jayce has been helping with their independence efforts). 

The Zaun and Jayce lock eyes (this indicates they both clearly see each other faces and would recognize each other if they ever meet again). The Zaun pulls the trigger, the projectile is a type of light beam that passes directly past Jayce and his mother but the street it does hit and the percussive blast has debris, Jayce and his mother flying. Jayce is hurt but in walking condition, his mother is very hurt she looks dead—he does not run to her just yet because the Zaun was actually to close and felt the aftereffects of the attack as well. Jayce runs at the Zaun and begins beating their ass he only stops because his mother wakes up and is screaming in pain. The Zaun runs away. Jayce helps his mother to medical. 

Piltover War Council - Caitlyn leads/Ambessa is disinterested/Jayce wants revenge

War council of Piltover, Caitlyn, Ambessa, Mel, Jayce and other in attendance. This time unlike others Caitlyn is clearly leading the discussion. Ambessa is sat in a chair to the side (looking powerful) but she is not standing up and talking and commanding the room. You can tell this is confusing Mel, distrust is painted all over her face. Caitlyn is also distrustful of Ambessa’s silence. Jayce looks absolutely pissed. Caitlyn is discussing the recent attacks stating how they are all over the place and not strategic in the slightest (like Zaun is not attacking military basis, symbolic location, or even stealing supplies anymore), she even mentions how Zaun who has been hiding things from the mole let the mole know of their big plan to rescue Jinx. Caitlyn reasons they are getting sloppy and seeking petty revenge for the defeats they felt with loosing Jinx, the firelight base, and hostage leverage. Ambessa snorts/laughs. This is the first time she has added anything to this meeting. Caitlyn “you got something to add”. Ambessa “are they being sloppy?” Random council members speak up stating how even though these locations are not significant the Zaunites were able to enter Piltover without being detected and attack. Random “They are exposing our weak points!” 

Jayce finally speaking up, very upset, “then we need to cover them!” Caitlyn “how are forces are already spread to thin covering the major entry points and the pipes!” Random member “And why are we covering the pipes? They do not lead to Jinx’s cell.” Caitlyn “because the Zaunites are plotting something regarding the pipes!” Random council member “like what? We have been using forces to protect those pipes for months now and nothing has happened. We may have even prevented the kidnapping of the council member if the enforcers were not protecting those damn pipes!” Ripple of agreement falls throughout the room. 

Jayce speaks up “then lets vote on whether to use the forces protecting the pipes to enforce topside protection.” Random snidely “I see you are having a change of heart Council Tails, you and yours are the ones injured and now peace is not an option.” Ambessa laughs, the council thinks it’s because of the snide remark. Caitlyn and Mel look distrustful. 

Vote happens- Jayce wins, Caitlyn loses-enforcers are being moved away from the pipes to protect topside weak points. 

Caitlyn confronts Ambessa after the meeting. The conversation is something like Caitlyn “what are you up to? I thought you were lending your army to me!” Ambessa is like “I lent you my army I did not submit to your authority. You have given me opportunities I never would have had and I thank you for that. I will help with this final battle because I want to make sure those little Zaun’s do not interfere with me gaining my immortal army.”

Viktor and Singed have a philosophical talk

I think, if my memory serves me correct, Viktor took everybody’s free will because he believed emotions cause war or something (i really don’t know). If that’s what it was, Singed counters Viktor’s argument and states emotions allow you to make great breakthroughs. Singed looks happy because he knows he’s close to bringing his daughter back to life. Science/magic stuff. 

Ambessa and Mel Confrontation 

Ambessa confronts Mel in her room, she comes in prideful. SHe’s like “you and your boytoy may have everyone fooled but not me. I would have loved to see what you have planned but I will be leaving soon. You may be a wolf after all.”

Mel does not get a word in. But she is reeling her mother has been causing drama in Piltover all this time and now she is just leaving. Mel ”what is happening?!?”

The Big Battle

Smash cut to being directly in the battle of Zaun v Piltover, its bright daylight. The scene clearly shows Caitlyn leading the defense. Ambessa and Noxus are not in the fight yet, they look like the last line of defense to stop the Zaunites from entering the main building. Mel and Jayce are further back in a corner close enough to easily enter the fight but not close enough to be seen as in the fight. Jayce has his war hammer. Mel’s magic lights are showing her turmoil by being a constant eradication low light coming from her. 

Zaunites mange to pass the enforcer line and are now engaging in battle with the Noxians and enforcers. Several times it shows that Caitlyn does have Vi in her line of sights but she does not shoot even though, Vi is causing a lot of damage to the enforcers. But Caitlyn is taking out a lot of other Zaun’s without a seconds thought. At some point Caitlyn injures her eye when Ambessa attacked a Zaunite and the debris of the attack ended up hitting Caitlyn, there is indication that Ambesssa knew that Caitlyn would be caught in the collateral of the attack. (I want to be clear neither one has respect for the other, they are both using each other for their own personal gain). 

Ambessa is cutting through Zaunites with ease she looks terrifying. Mel’s lights are getting brighter and going crazier. Finally it’s Ambessa vs Ekko, Ekko is holding his own until he gets knocked off his board and is on the ground he is clearly a little out of it. Ambessa is walking toward him her weapons are dripping in blood (was this show showing blood?) She raises her hand to give Ekko that final killing blow. The blade is going down directly to Ekko’s head, when a blinding light comes through and stops it. She looks up and we see Mel glowing and walking toward her. The light shield looks close to breaking but also its getting brighter. Voice over of past conversations Mel has had with different people calling out her privilege. Back to Mel voices are going through her head like the conversation with the council member is that was like and what do you lose if Zaun Becomes independent, conversation with Lest whose like I’m willing to give up my safety for Zaun’s independence, Ekko yelling that Mel is not losing anything, Jayce angry she did not save Viktor. Each new voice Mel is closer to her mother we see that Ambessa blade has been pushed away from Ekko and towards her. Ambessa is struggling to keep it away from herself. Mel is up close and personal with Ambessa, Mel’s light is going absolutely crazy, Mel has her hand on the hilt of the blade along with her magic lights pushes the blade into Ambessa. The last voice over we hear that goes along with Mel’s final push is Jinx’s words: “it’s not that hard to kill a parent.” 

Mel’s  screams loudly and her lights come blindingly out of her causing a large radius of people to cover her eyes then look to her and her mother. 

The battle stops because of Mel’s light but it does not commence immediately because as you look over the scene of Mel, Ekko, and Ambessa a clear story is told. Ekko (in his dirty Zaun clothing) is on the ground in away that it looks like he was crawling away from Ambessa on his back. Mel (in her Piltover white type outfit) is between him and Ambessa, who is currently still standing tall over Mel in her Noxian red, but clearly limp. Therefore, even if you were a random bystander you could tell the story of what happened, that is a Piltover citizen saved a Zaunite by killing a Noxian soldier that was helping Piltover fight Zaun. But if you do know the whole story, you know it’s deeper than that it was a Piltover council member who saved a leader of Zaun rebellion by killing her Noxian mother who was helping Piltover crush Zaun’s rebellion. 

Maddie is the first to respond and is like shouting traitor at Mel, who is now on the ground weeping over her mother. (Maddie is the first to respond because as Ambessa’s informant, which will be shown in clear tidbits throughout the show, felt loyalty to Ambessa. However, unlike the Noxian soldiers she does not realize that by Mel killing Ambessa she has just become the new warlord). Jayce is quick to stand between Mel and Maddie and is pointing his war hammer at Maddie. (More confusion for everyone). Along with Jayce, all of the Noxian soldiers closes to Maddie point their weapons towards her. This causes a standoff where Noxian and Enforcers drop their hold of Zauns to point weapons at each other. Zaunites hat were dropped are reaching slowly for weapons, and the zaunites that are standing are like pointing their weapons at anyone who isn’t a Zaunite in tense confusion. 

Mel still cradling and looking at her mother shouts “free jinx and let them go”. The enforcers turn to Caitlyn, holding her injured eye while her other is shown reflecting confusion and a little remorse, she says okay and shouts stand down, none of the enforcers move, she shouts stand down again. Once the enforcers, puts their arms down, the Noxians do so immediately. Zaunites still have their weapons pointed at both Enforcers and Noxians. 

Jayce to Ekko “you guys should leave” it looks tense like the enforcers would raise their arms and begin shooting at any moment, additionally you can hear fighting is still happening in other parts of the city. Jayce “we will deliver Jinx to you.” Ekko is standing up now but he does not move, he does not respond, its tense because now Jayce is thinking will the Zauns continue fighting just for revenge purposes. Then everybody feels a weird tremble but there is no sign of an explosion happening topside. Ekko lets out a loud whistle followed by a bunch of other loud whistles happening through out the city and you see Zaunites all over retreating. 

Vi and Ekko stay back to retrieve Jinx. Caitlyn volunteers to take her to her sister. Vi gives Caitlyn the nastiest side-eye. 

Before Ekko walks a way and leaves he squeezes Mel’s shoulder. The Noxians like in the show form a perimeter around Mel, Jayce, and Ambessa, blocking every bodies view. 

Jinx’s Prison Cell

Like in season 2, Jinx hai is spread out she’s huddle in a corner she is depressed. Caitlyn hangs back and Ekko stays back to stare her down (the only topside people he trust are Mel and Jayce and they are occupied). 

Vi gets to Jinx cell she is the only one that Jinx knows is there. Jinx is like “did you come here to gas me more” (referring to the time Vi was an enforcer in Act I). Vi looks chastised and also Caitlyn looks remorseful, which makes Ekko give Caitlyn a bombastic side eye and suck his teeth at her little pity party for gassing Zaun. Vi “I’m taking you back to Zaun” (notably does not say home). Jinx “why I’m just a jinx I cause so much pain and suffering”, she list things she has done and ends on being the cause of the firelights tree burning down. Ekko makes his presence known stating “you also caused Zaun’s Independence, (whispering), as tentative as it may be”, Ekko’s body language makes it clear that he thinks the tree burning down was mostly Caitlyn’s fault, but he also does not say that the Jinx does not share in the fault (he’s even mad at himself for that because he’s the reason she even knew about the base anyway). 

Jinx “what need do you have for me if the rebellion is over?” (Referring to how she was the main weapons maker for the rebellion). Vi “will we would be in a lot of shit if we did not return with you . . . And Isha needs you.” Jinx turns to face Vi, besides the fight at the chembarons lair in Act I and before the tree burning in Act II, Vi and Jinx have not interacted. So Jinx is shocked that Vi knows about Isha. This shows that even though they have had a falling out Vi still cares about her, but its not like before when she was trying to get Powder back, (Vi does not say she is getting Jinx back because she wants her sister back, Vi is recognizing Jinx autonomy and importance to Zaun outside of their sister relationship). 

Jinx, Ekko and Vi are leaving the dungeon and pass Caitlyn, Caitlyn grabs Vi hand. Caitlyn face is scrunched up in remorse, pain, sorrow, her rip on Vi is begging for forgiveness. She blubbers “I had no choice . . . she killed my mother!” Vi snatches her hand away and says “And Mel killed hers.” (I know Caitlyn’s mother and Mel’s mother are not one to one comparisons but Mel killing her mother not only leads to personal grief but has reputation repercussions with the council). Jinx, at Vi’s words, eyes go wide. 

AS they are leaving Piltover on a hover board. Jinx and Ekko have to two man the board, so Jinx is basically hugging Ekko, they pass the scene of Mel/Jayce/Ambessa surrounded by Noxians. Jinx hugs Ekko tighter, then we see Ekko’s shoulders shake as he laughs and Jinx is like what. Ekko “Sevika was successful” and camera pans down to see green gas coming out of Piltover manholes to fog the city. 

Singed learns of Ambessa’s death  

Singed is seen walking through the Zaun celebration a Noxian soldier is shown to be tailing him. They are unnoticed because all are celebrating and drunk. The Noxian soldier pulls one to the side and is like what is happening. The drunk “We are free!!!” Noxian “How” The drunk “we got the Noxians to help us” the Noxian confusion is apparent on his face. The Drunk’s face lights up like they are about to tell the juicy bit of gossip they ever heard. “Get this one of Piltover’s council members is said to be from Noxus, remember that it’s important. You know we had the plan to storm Piltover to get Jinx, yeah, will we storming Piltover trying to get Jinx back. However, we are losing, getting our butts beat right! Mind you is us versus Piltover and Noxus, we are getting double teamed. Specifically the leader of the firelights, umm Evan or something, is fighting the warlord of Noxus. They say he was holding his own for a bit but I don’t believe it have you seen her she’s big as shit! Well Evan is about to get his head chopped off by the warlord, when that Noxus council member stepped in and saved him by killing the warlord! And get this it turns out that was her MOTHER!” (Neither Singed or the Noxian soldier react to that like the drunk though they would) “Welp anyways, I guess NOxus is like you kill the leader you become the leader now so Noxus was no longer fighting us and Piltover just gave up after that.” 

Singed and the Noxian walks away back to the commune. Singed sarcastically “What to do? What to do? Do you fall in line and bow to your new leader? Or do you stick with me in the hopes of bringing your old leader back? Because I am close to making a breakthrough”

The Noxian follows Singed back to Viktor’s commune. When there he sends a bird to Piltover. 

Peace is Tense but Zaun Celebrate

It cuts to night time to a bridge that separates Zaun and Piltover, and either side of the bridge are soldiers of each respective group pointing guns at the other. We see a messenger bird coming from Zaun is shot out of the sky. Shouting from Piltover if it’s not a preapproved message we will not let it pass. The Zaunites amongst themselves who keeps doing that, we already told them about the system. It’s tense, if people talk its in a whisper. On the Zaun side, we see a Zaunite go up to one that has a gun pointed at Piltover. Zaun 1 “take a break and celebrate, I’ll take watch” Zaun Two hands gun to Zaun One and we follow Zaun Two to Silco’s bar, you can see Zaun Two’s body language change the closer they get. It’s lively in there, people are dancing drinks are flowing.

Council votes to let Zaun be independent 

Jayce is leading the discussion, the first topic we hear about is that Piltover needs to stop manufacturing so the smog stops flooding the streets of Piltover. One of the members is like no doubt you know how much profits I’ll lose if we stop manufacturing to stop the smog. Jayce it’s only been a couple of days and it’s already having a devastating affect on Piltover citizens. Council member they have gas mask they can wear. 

Jayce then bring up the fact they need to vote to decide if Zaun will be let free and be seen as independent from Piltover. A snide remark is made if we don’t let Zaun be free would we be killed, glaring at Mel. Jayce is like that’s enough, let’s begin the vote. Who votes for Zaun to be free of course Jayce and Mel vote yes and two others join but it’s not enough to be a majority but then you see Caitlyn raise her hand there’s gasp throughout the room. Zaun is voted to be free. 

Zaun has to decide on council members 

Zaun was told to elect nine members to represent them when signing a treaty between Zaun and Piltover. Jinx and Ekko are a given because Jinx has became as symbol of the rebellion whether she likes it or not and Ekko as the leader of the firelight. There’s arguing about the rest of the seats. Sevika manages to get one and another firelight. The rest are filled by chembarons. One of the chembarons complain that having both Jinx and Sevika means that Silco’s crew has more influence than any body else (firelights having two is not seen as unfair because having two anti-drug leaders vs seven drug leaders is already unbalanced). The chembarons complaint is handled by Sevika knocking him out and asking does anyone else have any complaints. (Zaun will struggle with their independence) A special little thing is one of the chosen members is the Zaun that nearly killed Jayce and his mother. 

Zaun’s Council goes to Sign the treaty/compromise

In the council room it’s Piltover members on one side and Zaun on the other side Jayce/Mel in the center. Jayce war hammer is in the room and the Zaunites clearly have weapons on them. The mean mugging is crazy. Jayce and his attacker make eye contact, zoom in on hand flexing wanting to punch type indicators. 

Mel does the talking in this instance. We have asked you here today to consummate peace between Piltover and Zaun we ask that you sign the treaty as representation of a cease fire. A Zaunites how do we know this doc is not a set up/you are trying to trick us. One of the more onerous Piltover members just read the document. 

The Zaun tenses a couple of them do (I know that in Zaun highlighted by Ekko and Jinx there is some education but I would think it adds level at some hint the education in Zaun is not great so some of members in the Zaun council can’t really read). The Piltover members pick up on the fact that some of the Zaunites get mad in away that indicates they can’t read, teeth sucking “these are the people we are compromising with.” Mel states they would leave the room to give them time to read. As Jayce is exiting he picks up his hammer, cue tension between him and his attacker, Mel places a hand on his arm, he relaxes. 

Mel and Jayce are about to leave the room as well when Sevika whose eyes has been scanning the document calls out for Mel to stay. Jayce turns to stay as well, his attacker says “Sevika said Mel not you” Sevika cuts him off and is like “I don’t care if he stays”

Ekko begins reading the document out loud, he gets to a word that’s Like a big legal type word and is like what does that mean. Mel explains. 

It’s shown they read the document and Jayce is like are you satisfied. Sevika states “no, what’s to stop you from polluting our air again once you figure out a way to reverse what we did, what’s stopping you from pumping the grey back towards us.” Jayce is like add that as a provision to the document. Mel jumps in make sure to include land and water with air, they would find a way to skirt it if you don’t. 

Sevika adds the provision of Piltover promising not to pollute Zaun, her writing is blocky and bold, a stark contrast to the rest of the document. 

Piltover is invited back in they see the added provision and some are upset. Mel cuts in that the provision is necessary to ensure peace between our nations. The onerous member snort “ours? Are you not now a Noxian warlord.” Mel does not respond. 

Nevertheless, The treaty/compromise is signed by all we see the stark contrast  between the two name neat signatures of Piltover and the chaotic/blocky mononym names of Zaun.  

Mel tells Jayce she is leaving/Caitlyn tells Mel about Ambessa’s immortal army

In Mel’s room, Mel is in Noxian red and Jayce is like what’s going on. Mel “I need to return to my homeland, I need to use my power for good and right my mother’s wrong. Look what she was able to do in several months as a visitor.” Forehead touch between them because Jayce has to stay in Piltover to ensure Zaun remains free but he knows Mel needs to leave. 

Caitlyn comes in, interrupting the embrace. Caitlyn like sorry to interrupt, just thought you should know Ambessa said something weird to me before the last battle. And she tells Mel about how Ambessa was going to leave because she has her immortal army. 

Singed found the cure to death/Viktor reaches his final form

Singed completes his research, makes an elixir. One of the remaining Noxian soldiers volunteers to die and is brought back by the elixir he looks like one of those white robots. Singed takes a small amount to bring back to his daughter. He leaves the rest to the Noxians. The Noxians sit around the Viktor ball like what are we about to do? The Viktor ball begins cracking, bursting through it are the light streams like in season 2 the connect to the Noxian soldiers and the corpses of the healed. 

Zaun is gonna be alright . . . Maybe 

Vi and Sevika are walking together heading somewhere audience don’t know where. Vi realizing that although Piltover caused so much pain for Zaun, Zaun was kinda reliant on Piltover. Sevika is like “we never needed Zaun, we just needed clean air and to be left alone. . .”  (Sevika begins smirking vi and her arrive at some sort of warehouse, it’s dark) “ and some of there tech and medical supplies” Sevika hits the switch and you see crates on crates of Piltover boxes and Vi is shocked. She goes up to one and sees it filled with medical supplies. 

Fade to Jinx walking alone in the streets, Isha tackles her. Isha is like where have you been in sign. Jinx admits she’s kinda been hiding from her. Isha is upset but she breezes past it because she has to tell her about Viktor’s commune. Jinx is struggling to understand because yeah they’ve managed a language between them but nothing that can convey what’s happening  there. They were in a back alley way, you look down the alley you don’t see anything it’s dark. But you hear the sounds of metallic foot steps. 

Fade to Scar and Ekko, they are seen walking the streets when Scar randomly grabs a kid (a known firelight). “Why are you not back at the commune takin* care of the others.” The kids like they are right over there. Shot of the kids shows everybody is there except Isha and Don. Scar “where’s Isha and Don?” The kid is like “Isha went searching for Jinx and . . . (Looks sad) Don is dead.” Ekko and Scar are shocked, but before they can start interrogating the kids the sound of metallic foot steps are heard. They are in a busy street so conversation stops everybody looks into the distance. 

Fade to Sevika and Vi back at the warehouse, they also hear the footsteps, they pause and look at each other. Viktor’s white robots come crashing through the warehouse knocking over a bunch of supplies and destroying them. 

[shakingparadigm]

Not only Till and Ivan, but it seems like Luka parallels with almost every ALNST character in different ways. I mean, I think this applies to everyone in how they parallel each other in some form, but I find it interesting that Luka’s character in particular seems to have adopted/inherited specific traits from nearly every character. I say nearly because Mizi seems to be the only exception, but maybe if I squint a bit harder I’ll find something they can relate with. For now nothing comes to mind lol.

Luka and…

Sua: Similar in demeanor, appearance, and in their mysterious narrative role. Both have a strange ethereal “vibe”, wear empty doll-like expressions, are dressed up like dolls with white frilly clothing adorned with a bow, their owners objectify and present them to the universe to be leered and gawked at, their birthdays are one day apart, and they both covered each other’s songs despite having no known direct relation to each other.

Till: Similar in background, talent, and onstage presence. Both artistic geniuses, overwhelm their opponents on stage, and are physically abused and exploited for their skills by their segyeins.

Ivan: Similar in personality, execution, and reputation. Both are seen as perfect “princes” in their respective audiences, calm and consistent, smart/calculating, psychologically twisted, and put on a mature charismatic facade around others.

Hyuna: Similar in their motivations. Both share the same rooted desire for freedom and control over their own life and gain a sense of catharsis in finding that autonomy/independence on the stage.

Luka’s character seems to have no real sense of identity. So, in a way, it’s as if his entire identity is built off of every other character despite being the most alienated (ba dum tss) of them all. He’s a blank canvas who’s been painted in the other characters’ colors. Actually, everyone was originally a blank canvas. Sua is the stemming point who’s painted everyone in color, then everyone painted Luka in their respective colors. The author has stated that every ALNST character originated from Sua. In contrast, it seems like Luka was originated from everyone else.

This is a fantastic observation, anon! I agree! I find that Luka is a rather omnipresent character, almost to the likes of Sua but not quite. This might not make as much sense, but I feel Hyuna is on this level as well.

(Long post ahead! Sorry, I ended up rambling and maybe going off-topic...)

Something that has always intrigued me is that Hyuna and Luka are set apart from the rest of the cast. Unlike the main 4, who's story is rapidly unfolding in the present, Hyuna and Luka's inciting incident has already passed. What they're doing now is dealing with the aftermath and attempting to lay their demons to rest (for Hyuna, at least). Bits and pieces of these two can be found within the main 4, and several comparisons can be made (and often they are made canonically, whether it be implied in the content or directly stated by Q and V).

Mentally, I've always split the main 6 in half. Hyuna with Mizi and Till, Luka with Sua and Ivan. The reasons are obvious, of course.

Luka, Sua and Ivan make up what is essentially the perfection trifecta. Dressed in pure white (eventually, for Ivan), charismatic personas, camera-ready marketing stars. An important part of how they cope with expectations and lack of control is by separating themselves into the persona they put on for the audience and the person they actually are. They're passive and obedient, playing along with whatever the segyein want them to do, top students at anakt (Luka was number 1 during his time, while Sua and Ivan often alternate between 1st and 2nd place, essentially a tie in a way), and often perform to perfection. However, Sua and Ivan still retain a part of themselves that is theirs and no one else's. It's obvious in the way they allow themselves to indulge in certain things, the way Ivan makes room for personal time and how Sua refuses to disclose more information than absolutely necessary, protective of her privacy. While Luka gives himself to the audience completely, it's safe to assume that he's doing it out of necessity and not exactly by will (is there an identity behind the success? what is he if not a winner?). There are the sides of them that will happily present themselves in front of a camera, and the sides of them that are cynical and scornful of the life they were forced into. For the most part, they act logically. The obedient pet act ensures their safety and although it is excruciating, they've weighed their options and decided that this is the best way to take advantage of their circumstances. Smart, well-behaved and proper pets.

I like to call the trio of Hyuna, Mizi and Till the rebels because that's essentially what they are (at least eventually). As the other half, they're meant to be the opposite of what is considered "perfect". It's established that Luka, Sua and Ivan are careful and calculated when presenting themselves to an audience, putting forward only their best and hiding their true imperfect selves under this mask. Hyuna, Mizi and Till however are largely characterized by their authenticity, their genuine display of self. When they perform, there is no mask. They offer themselves fully on stage and present their genuine emotions, whether or not it's palatable enough for the audience to take. Their actions are less calculated and moreso driven by the heart, for better or for worse. Mizi and Till are openly dejected and upset in their respective second rounds, while a more careful pet like Ivan would attempt to hide their true feelings and put on a brave face (which he does during the beginning of his part in ROUND 6). Hyuna's rescue of Mizi leans less towards logical reasoning and more towards her own emotions, her personal need for self-consolation. There's also the rebellion factor, Hyuna is a literal rebel, Mizi becomes a rebel and Till is described as a rebel. Unlike their counterparts, they are able to act more freely and don't carry the same heavy sense of responsibility that the others do. They are themselves unabashedly, either because they fought tooth and nail for it (Hyuna & Till) or because they were raised in an environment where they never had to (Mizi).

You've already done a great job at pointing out the parallels between Luka, Sua and Ivan. To further add onto your points, it's commonly believed that Luka so easily and uncannily mimicked Sua in ROUND 5 because of the fact that he was already so similar to her. It's also directly stated in Luka's character design logs that Luka and Ivan's characters were incredibly similar, with the only difference being the personality of the mask that they put on (calm and doll-like for Luka, cool and cheerful for Ivan).

Hyuna can be seen within Mizi and Till as well. The fact that Hyuna sees herself in Mizi is the main reason as to why she saves her in the first place. Once full of joy and blind optimism, innocence shattered at the loss of a loved one. Till bears resemblance to Hyuna as well, both physically (their eyeshapes are strikingly similar, and Hyuna's eyecolor, brighter as a child, is quite close to Till's teal during specific moments), personality-wise (rebellious, fighting for freedom) and in terms of singing style (Hyuna was originally described to be "rock-and-roll", both perform with strong, loud and energetic voices).

Luka's similarity with Till is a special instance. I've said this before (and you've already brought it up), but I believe they're both essentially two very different people who were put into very similar circumstances. Till is overflowing with emotion and a desire to protect his individuality, bearing "quirks equivalent to 10 people" as Ivan says. Luka, on the other hand, seems to have a rather fragile identity. We don't know anything about him besides the fact that he was created to be a winner, trained and conditioned under extremely brutal means. The only times we see him exhibit any semblance of free will and desire is when he's vying for Hyuna's attention or exerting control over others. While Till and Luka are different fundamentally, they're both put through abusive training and experimentation in order to fulfill the goals of their power-hungry guardians. Unrivaled talent at a steep price.

It's interesting how even Hyuna, who was created to be Luka's exact opposite, is able to parallel him in a certain way. Thank you for pointing that out! As their lives are constantly dictated by their owners, the stage is their only escape, a playground of sorts where they finally have the opportunity to control their circumstances. The difference is that while Heperu is overly-invested in and nearly obssessed with Luka's victory, Phan does not care for Hyuna at all. In fact, Phan does not particularly care for ALNST in general, only participating as a sponsor. They care so little that they couldn't even be bothered to watch the show. As Phan lacks any investment in ALNST, Hyuna's life is much less restrictive and ruthless than Luka's. Hyuna loves performing because it allows her to feel free, a form of self-expression that liberates her from the monotony of segyein routine and allows her to feel like her life is hers. While Luka is essentially the same, his means are much more intense. His life is managed right down to the minute, basically a puppet on a string. Since every other aspect of his autonomy has been taken from his control, the stage is genuinely all he has. Unlike Hyuna, who has a strong personality and set of beliefs, Luka does not have much to express. Instead, he finds his identity and sense of control in dominating others, exerting force and pressure onto his opponents. This can be seen in ROUND 5, where his performance is the least emotionally charged and instead calculated to intimidate and provoke his opponent, Mizi. Hyuna's love of the stage stems from the fact that she is brimming with emotion and energy that she wants to express, parts of her that feel restricted by the way her life is led by aliens. Luka performs to dominate, to assert himself as the most powerful force in the arena, which is a privilege he will never get to have outside of it. Both Hyuna and Luka find their strongest sense of self on stage, however the ways in which they go about it are very different in nature.

I'd like to genuinely thank you for this ask, you make a lot of good points and I find the idea of Luka being a canvas "painted" by everyone else very interesting! While I agree with that idea in terms of his character conception, within the story I find him less affected by others and more as if he's the one affecting them. Just as Sua changed the trajectory of Mizi's life, Hyuna would not be where she is today if not for Luka.

[aegoniiwifey]

Chubby Aeg Request: Heavy Targcest, Aegon and his daughter, Aegon love to make his sweet girl ride his thigh, then bury himself inside her, bringing her to pleasure over and over, before holding her to him, showering her with love in the aftermath, making sure his dominance didn't overwhelm her

Daddy’s Princess

PAIRING: King!Aegon ii Targaryen x daughter!Princess!Reader

WORDS: 3,014.

WARNINGS: incest, mentions of death/war/suicide, mentions of depression, dark!Aegon ii, thigh riding, mentions of p in v sexual intercourse, cream pie, breeding kink, Daddy kink, praise kink, dom!Aegon ii, swearing, possessive!Aegon ii. mentions of pregnancy/birth.

A/N - I’ve never done this trope before but something is making me feral & I— must admit, this was hot… I got very carried away, but still hope you enjoy xoxo

credit to the original images/art work 🤍

The Targaryens were undoubtedly known for their “queer” customs, this had been widely yet sceptically recognised. Your own grandmother, the Dowager Queen, even uttered the words herself, despite having played a major role in marrying your late, beloved mother, Helaena to her elder brother, your father and the rightful King, Aegon the Second.

The Dance of the Dragons had begun to churn, when you were still nothing more than a child, however it progressed well into a few solid years throughout your adolescence, only for your father to come out victorious against his treacherous half-sister and her family of “bastards and traitors”, as he spat. The Gods had answered your endless prayers, regardless, rejoicing in success.

Once the Dance had reached its end, you had transformed into a young, modest woman, of the age two-and-twenty. Your handsome father, fifteen years your elder, conceived you during his own youth, robbing him of freedom and instilling responsibility instead, likewise with your dear mother. You had always been plagued with the pestering thought of feeling like a burden unto the young couple, as their firstborn, however your father reassured you otherwise, that you were nothing more than a blessing to him, otherwise.

Regardless, the fearsome battles determinedly fought throughout the decades, came at an inconceivable cost: the cost of the innocent, defenceless lives of your younger siblings who tragically perished in horrendous manners. Your late mother, Queen Heleana, wrought with mad grief and depression for the witness and loss of her babes, she could not bear the reality of life itself, taking her own life as a means to end her suffering.

Excluding yourself, you had no one else other than your grandmother, the Dowager Queen, who kept much to her seldom self these toiling days, isolated in her lonesome chambers, and your father...

Throughout the entirety of the ceaseless quarrels, your dear father had always ensured keeping a close eye and ear on you. Warmly reassuring your frightful self, that he would burn the world before any harm could be done unto you. He kept you close by him at all times, if he had not attended the battle himself on dragonback, Sunfyre close by your chambers, despite having a broken wing, with your own hatchling, Morghul, constantly beside you. It tore him to pieces when he made the harsh decision of having to entrust you to Larys and his unsavoury men, to sneak you off to Dragonstone where he would meet you eventually.

The most skilled guards posted ceaselessly hours on end, day and night, outside your chambers, not a single action went by without Aegon knowing, for all matters regarding your whereabouts went directly through him. During this time, you had solely instilled a perpetual trust in your father's decisions, that laid foundations in your bond with one another, which lingered even post succession of the war. It would be an understatement, that you had become heavily reliant on him, most of the time having been denied the autonomy to think and decide for yourself at such a young age, you grew to much prefer your father taking action, trusting him and only him with decisions regarding your own life. He was highly protective of you, in a way no lord nor knight of the realm could pledge and devote their lives to. You were his kin, his blood, his possession: you became his sole purpose and will to survive during the Dance.

There was, however, only one decision, you had ever made purely yourself, that would change the dynamic of the realm itself...

"Come, my sweet angel. Come to Daddy, and let me ease your mind..."

Despite the realm returning to some ounce of normalcy and peace, the nights you still endured adversity with. Troubling nightmares engulfed your slumber mind of the haunting memories of the Dance. Stirring you awake in a state of distress and panic, sweat beads drenched your forehead and mottled hair, your exposed, plump breasts accentuated in your silk, white nightgown, heaving with every haste and dense breath. Despite the adoring, relentless company of your dotting father by your side in bed, he immediately awoke in tune to your disruptive motions, persisting to remain awake, until he was assured you were comforted and sound of mind, lulling you himself back to sleep.

"Baby, sit on my lap. That's it- Another nightmare, my love?"

"Y-Yes, father."

"I know the feeling all to well, precious... Do you wish to speak about it?" Aegon huskily uttered, as his rough hands gently whisked away the odd strands of hair out of place, his other hand caressing soft circles at your lower back.

Since his heroic return from battle, despite the brutal injuries sustained, and since recovering, your father found himself constantly at your side, even in the late hours of the night. He dared not to trust many despite promisingly pledging fealty to their King, Aegon could only open up to you without the reason of duty, intimidation, or responsibility binding him to you. He wanted you. Since losing Helaena, despite never having been openly romantic with her, he had lost a companion, and had always considered you more of one than a daughter, as you grew wise with age.

Your strong-willed father had always been a man with brawn, unlike your late Uncles, Aemond and Daeron. Aegon was portly and having been raised by him, you grew familiar with his shameless, gluttonous habits. These habits exacerbated during his recuperation, as the maesters including yourself had taken to encouraging your father to eat copiously, often hand feeding him yourself with generous amounts of delicacies, rationalising that it was to regain pure sustenance.

You took pride in his recovery, aiding the maesters to heal your father back to good health, he openly stated that it was your devoted presence and love that made him whole once more. Deep in slumber with milk of the poppy to ease the pain, only he could hear your sweet, angelic voice in the blissful distance, yearning for him. Your gentle touch, as you religiously applied naturopathic ointments to his fresh, raw burns, that eventually healed his scars. He soaked in your warm presence thoroughly, mirroring your reliance on him, he too, became deeply infatuated with you.

Since becoming a mature woman, having grown into your Valyrian-esque features and physique, Aegon saw you in a fairly different light now. You noticed by the manner in which his violet, stern eyes lingered over your body for far longer than what was used to, even if it was for a few, fleeting seconds. You became a distraction in council meetings, as he vowed to have you attend, even if you were merely a cupbearer, standing aside though in proximity of him, a mere shadow: his unfazed attention oogled over you, his mind pondering over lustful, sinful thoughts, only to be beckon called back to reality by the repetitive call of his title, your Grace.

You had always admired your father, and believed there was no man that could exceed the expectations he set in stone… You were made for him, as he had sought to it himself. Blood of his blood, the Gods kept you both alive for a reason, you had discreetly believed.

"I do not wish to speak of it right now... I just need you to hold me, just for a little while," You weakly whispered with a shaky breath. Aegon, with a new found strength, a fuller and sturdy frame, lifting you effortlessly onto his lap, as he laid himself back to rest against the wooden bedframe.

"That's okay, my sweet girl. It will get easier, I promise..."

Adjusting yourself atop of Aegon's wide, meaty thigh, as you gripped and rested your head against his broad, fleshy shoulder, the friction stirring as your bare cunt grinds against his clothed thigh, slowly igniting a familiar, throbbing ache between your inner thighs.

"Hmm, how will it get easier, Daddy? Will you make it easier?" You utter, your lips lightly grazing over his plump cheek, gently guiding his head to turn in your direction: eyes inevitably meeting, your lips passionately crash against his. Aegon does not resist in the slightest, relishing in the kiss, as he shoves his tongue deep into your mouth, swallowing your taste, before his teeth teasingly bite and pull at your lower lip.

"I can distract my baby. Give her a pleasure no other man in the whole of the Seven Kingdoms can. I'll give my princess the finest treatment she deserves... But only if she listens and obeys her Daddy, like the good girl I know she is."

"Mhmm, yes, Daddy-" A helpless plea closely mistaken for a moan escaping your mouth, Aegon's pudgy hands, steer your legs to spread apart: you find that you can only spread wide enough to saddle one thick thigh at a time. Without needing to spell it out for you, you begin to sway your meek frame, rhythmically bucking your hips backwards and forwards, as Aegon harshly yanks your gown up, enough for your bare cunt to be completely exposed more thoughtfully, and in contact with his thigh.

"Deeper baby, you know you need to push yourself deeper or else I can barely feel you on top."

With haste obedience, you try to plunge your weight deeper against him, your arms embracing Aegon’s stocky frame tighter. His swollen, bloated gut pressing flatly against your own chest, earning a sensual growl from your father.

“Good girl… My good, little princess. Going to listen to every word Daddy says, so I can make her feel so much better.”

Your whimpering moans, and slow nods in agreement, as your head instinctively rocked back, eyes closing with pure pleasure, you could feel Aegon’s rough hands exploring your waistline, before one snaked behind your spine, keeping you steady by a careful grip on your neck. The other began to tug and pull at the silk strands of your nightgown, loosening the knot, to expose more of your obvious, ample cleavage.

“Look at how beautiful you have become. My little princess is not so little anymore, such a divine grace, a woman. No other beauty roams the Earth, as you do.”

The outstanding appraisal oozing breathlessly from Aegon's plump, blush lips, echo in your thoughtless mind with intense gratification. Treasuring each word, he worshipped you dearly, often placing you on a pedestal as great as the Iron Throne itself.

"Yes Daddy, t-tell me more."

Your helpless moans begin to sob from your mouth, filling the void of the vast room, other than the faint crackling of the dying fireplace. Your eager pace quickening, feeling the burning sensation erupt from the friction against your tender skin. Your body leaned forwards with Aegon's generous shove, as he in turn plunged his handsome face between your sensitive breasts. Feeling his lips trailing across your soft skin, hungrily suckling and lapping down to your nipple, as his other hand playfully massaged and kneaded at your other tit.

"Does princess want Daddy to fuck her stupid? Make her so full of me, she'll be dripping, begging for more, for nothing to be spared? All the princess needs to do is ask Daddy, like the polite girl she is."

"A-Aeg-"

"Words, princess. My cock isn't even inside you yet, and you're already hopeless. Didn't I teach you to use your words?"

"Hmm, Daddy, I-I need your cock, I-I need you inside of me, p-please."

Incoherent, you knew how weak and feeble you felt against your father, a formidable man, both inside and outside the confines of the bedroom.

"My beautiful baby, using her manners, makes her Daddy so, so proud. How did I get so lucky, being blessed by you?"

"D-Daddy blessed me."

Your hands clawed their way across his muscular shoulder blades, nails sharply dug into Aegon's bareback, as he often enjoyed sleeping shirtless, his natural body warmth radiating from his scarred body. Now one hand snaked its way into his short, unkempt hair, avidly tugging at his silver strands, begging for more.

"Easy baby, so needy for her Daddy, huh? Never change baby, Daddy's always going to take care of you okay? No one can take care of you, like I have..."

"N-No one. Daddy protects me from cruel monsters, a-and evil men. I-I could never leave, D-Daddy."

Groans and growls pooled from Aegon's lush mouth, as his tongue teasingly lapped and pulled at your perky nipple.

"My perfect princess. That's right, baby... Now, you ready to take Daddy's cock? I'm feeling pretty big, princess. You've been getting me as hard as Valyrian steel."

His hand found yours, firmly guiding it down to where his stiff, rigid cock throbbed densely with enthusiasm, beneath his pants, desperately aching to be taken.

"Y-Yes... Only I deserve Daddy's cock."

Rightfully earning a low, jovial chuckle from Aegon, scoring his mutual amusement and agreement, nodding to your proud notion.

"That's right baby... Only you."

Heaving himself and you atop with such vigour, you aided Aegon in pulling his pants down, as his cock sprung into full action. The sight made you shiver and whimper instantly, how its reddened tip flashed in the dim light, with pre cum already oozing generously from the raw tip. His length modest, its width had always been a wondrous vision. Regardless of the preparation or the amount of times you had taken Aegon before, you could never quite adjust to his glorious girth.

"Easy baby, that's my good girl. D-Don't be afraid, I got you. You can take it, I know you can. Making Daddy so, very proud."

Carefully positioning you atop, as you began to gently settle down, the sharp jolt of pain, as its tip etched between your silk folds, made it subtly easier for him to slip his full mass in.

"Wet for me already, my cock's practically drowning baby... So tight for me, my sweet princess. I can feel you swallowing up my fat cock."

Witlessly yet diligently, bobbing up and down on Aegon's lap, as your father vigorously thrusted his heavy mass upwards, craving to shove himself deeper into your slick folds.

"Good girl, Y/N. Daddy's going to fuck you so hard, fill you up to the fucking brim with my seed. Want to carry Daddy's babes, like a good princess? Make Daddy so proud, huh?"

"Y-Yes, I'll do w-whatever Daddy says, whatever D-Daddy wants. Anything to m-make you proud."

The rough texture of Aegon's battle-torn hands, cooed and caressed at your back, one hand gripping your neck once more, keeping you steadily mounted against his body. His other hand, continued to firmly squeeze at your tender breast, almost mimicking a wringing motion, as though anticipating for milk to ooze.

"Making me the proudest Daddy in the realm, princess. But you are far from being done with your royal duties... I'm going to fuck you day and night, till I see your belly swell greatly with child, with our child... Not till we fill this entire keep with the future leagues of the Targaryen dynasty. And if anyone dares to question our customs... They can play the fucking fool and answer to me."

Aegon, in a breathless, heated rut, finally reached his almighty gusto. His fresh, hot seed spilling up into you, as it oozed out of your tight crevices, clenched around his achingly, pulsating cock. In turn, your cum released in a liberating gesture, pouring over Aegon's rigid, thick cock.

"Hmm, Daddy spoils me s'good. Blessed I am th-that you want me to carry your heirs. Blessed I am to be carry on your legacy, Daddy."

Just as you were about to dismount from Aegon's sturdy lap, and tense cock, still stretching out inside of you, did you feel his strong embrace pulling you back down, keeping you situated over him as you were before.

"Daddy's not done yet, princess... I told you, I am fucking you endlessly till I see this belly-" His palm lightly grazing over your lower stomach in circles.

"-swell and these beautiful tits, leak with milk as I knead and suck. I will fuck you day and night, till you reek of my scent, exhausted of pleasure, and drenched in my cum and sweat. Princess belongs to Daddy and the whole realm shall know of it. I won the war, and I shall win the heart of the realm... That is you, my angel."

The remainder of the night, into the sleepless, bright dawn of the morrow, Aegon had kept his rigid cock buried deeply, and warmly planted inside of you. As the hours nudged on, you could feel yourself repeatedly peaking inside, as did your father, growing more and more numb to the cramping sensation. Your wincing and whimpers did not go ignorantly unnoticed, as Aegon would lull you, praising how proud he was of you for taking him so well. The only time he released was to clean up the god awful mess strewed across the sheets, and the minor bleeding pooling from your inner thighs.

In the morrow, he commanded the servants to fetch you a warm, floral scented bath, with the condition that he bathe you himself. Breakfast was brought to you directly, as you remained bed bound resting and recuperating.

"Now it's Daddy's turn to take care of his princess. Just as you took care of me during those dreadful months. My sweet, precious angel never left her Daddy's side, like an obedient, loyal girl. And Daddy will never leave you, okay."

Words had spread like wildfire, as your belly and tits had swollen healthily with a growing babe inside. The maesters to confirm and seal your fate, Aegon and yourself could not have been happier. Despite the relentless, whispering gossip alongside the timid side glances, no one dared to speak against Aegon's decision to marry you lawfully in tradition of your Valyrian customs, otherwise. Blessing the King a long-awaited, hearty male heir, the prophecy his late father often uttered about in his ill, deluded state: Aegon believed the Prince that was Promised, would emerge from his bloodline, thanks to you.

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[empressgeekt]

Trolls - Burning Branches au - Part 3 Aftermath

Okay so if anyone has not read the other posts on this AU, I highly suggest you do. Believe me this will be much more fun with context. The previous posts are by the same title, minus the "Part 3". I will also be tagging all of them with the title after posting this.

Char = Branch

Lets get into it...

When we last left of the Family Harmony was complete and the V-Twins were being carted off to jail. Char and Poppy kissed and wondered if they could finally get married now.

Then Floyd collapsed. The troll literally had the life drained out of him for two months, he is not walking away from that with just a new hair style. This sends the happy moment into one of panic. Floyd does not wake up when prompted, and not even when the other moved him on to Rhonda. It's clear he needs a doctor, but none on Mount Rageonus know troll physiology, so they need to leave as soon as possible.

But where will they go? Anywhere is still few days drive, and there is barely any supplies on Rhonda. No food. There was water but not enough for everyone. And most importantly no medicine beyond a very old, very basic first-aid kit John had for gotten about. Barb and Bruce stay behind to make sure Floyd doesn't die (and make sure Tiny takes a nap). Floyd has a seizure and Barb steps in taking control of the situation with Bruce freezes. Bruce asks her how she knew to tend to someone who's sick, and Barb explains that Char used to have them as a kid and she was usually the one who nursed Char through his head aches, and when he got sick from the volcanic fumes. This leads to bonding between the two of them, and Bruce starts to think of Barb as his little sister too.

When the others get back, John and Clay kind of freak out about the seizure when told. Trips home can wait they need a doctor. Rock territory is closeted and the doctor that treated Char originally is still around and on call. Still few days drive, but it's the best guess they got.

When Floyd finally wakes up he's a mess. Exhausted, nauseous, with a killer head ache. It's also in the middle of the night, and everyone is still asleep. Well, everyone except Poppy and Char. They were still up due to some shared insomia, and discussing their re-do wedding plans. Floyd's perception of things are still hazy, so he's calling Char by Branch and not noticing the latter's discomfort over the name. Still Char helps alleviates Floyd migraine so he can go back to sleep. Floyd asks how Char would know that it would work, Char says it works for me. Floyd would continue to ponder that, until he passes back out.

When they get back into Rock Kingdom territory, Floyd is taken into the hospital rather quickly, and is put on supportive devices, to combat server malnutrition, dehydration, and oxygen just incase. Brain scans, reveal scaring on his brain from several concussions that went untreated. The source of his seizures, and possibly other symptoms that have yet to show themselves. Once he's conscious he reports of, numbness, pain and tingling in his legs and is looking at possible nerve damage.

During this time, with the help of Barb, Bruce manages to get a letter out to his family explaining what was going on and it would be little longer until he was home. Char and Barb re-unite with their Dad and Riff. And the rest are just trying to make sense of everything.

Floyd has, at least one of his brothers with him at all times. When he's awake they talk and bond, and when he's asleep they comfort his nightmares. He notices that Char isn't there most of the time (he's out making princely announcements explaining the situation and dealing with some back-lash about "returning to his own kind" from some of the less accepting citizens), and is worried that his Brother is mad at him for not coming back. He practically breaks down upon hearing about Char amnesia, and asks to see him.

Char comes, but is very awkward when he first arrives. Floyd takes in all the difference, and mentions the green vest. Char says he can't remember being without it, Floyd says he gave it to him, before beginning to apologize for leaving him. Char shuts it down, telling Floyd his injury isn't his fault, maybe a few days ago he'd have been mad, but he doesn't regret how his life turned out. He hugs Floyd and wipes his tears. Floyd tells Char that comforting was his job, Char says no matter who's older siblings comfort each other. Floyd wants to know how Char's life turned out. Char, eagerly tells him about Barb and Thrash, how he grew up as a prince, and his betrothal to Poppy. Floyd is shocked his brother grew up as a prince, but is happy his brother grew up in a good home, and wanted to meet Poppy, Thrash and Barb as soon as possible.

Eventually, Floyd is released. He's on crutches, with braces on his legs and has physical therapy routine he needs to follow to walk again. They stay at Char and Barb cavern (their royalty they have the room, and Thrash is loving the company, he's convinced their all his kids and no one corrects him) during this time and for a few days after the release, but tension with the public is spiking and they can't stay for long. Barb stays behind to control the crowds and the others go to Pop village. Viva would re-unite with Peppy, and begin preparations to move the Put Put trolls to the village, with an escort of Rock guards off course.

The saga would end, with Poppy and Char finally getting married and Char coronated as king of pop...with an epilogue of years alter when they had twins trollings, named Rosie and Ash (named after Grandma and Thrash).

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Part One and Part two

And those are my currently plans. I'm going to outline this, but Not sure if I should fully write this thing out now or later. What ya'll think?

[straynoahide]

tolkien meta: the melodic structure of the ainulindale, arda's endgame, and the doom of men

so basically this is about what one can learn and connect to the rest of the legendarium's lore from the ainulindale, and also peer into tolkien's psyche as a side effect i guess. expect excessive theology or more fun imo philosophy of divinity and lengthy tangents about melkor, the nature of evil and theodicy

a small disclaimer - this touches thorny topics in philosophy like the problem of evil, the nature of redemption/salvation, death...

this isn't about my beliefs but presenting and reflecting on tolkien's own within the history of ideas. i acknowledge anyone who reads this also has their own, and can agree or disagree with tolkien. my views may seep in unintentionally but i try to go deeper than that.

pd: I write Eru/One/God indistinctively on purpose. it's for rhetorical emphasis, not so much out of (default cultural) christianity.

part I - introduction (in this post) part II - the themes/structure, discussion part III - discussion (cont): themes of arda and life part IV - discussion (cont 2): theme of the children part V - discussion (cont 3): aftermath/second music

Introduction (i rec reading even if you're versed in the lore)

for those who are not so familiar with parts of the legendarium but still interested in a deep dive, the ainulindalë ("song of the ainur") is the creation myth of tolkien's world.

i rec just reading it if you haven't even if it's after reading this. it's quite beautiful and unique and it's brought admiration even from ppl who study that kind of thing professionally about real cultures. i'm not given to flattery but idk just check it out.

so anyway, the ainur, spirits born from the One creator's mind directly, sang under (or despite) His direction and the melody (both harmony and discord) that resulted, is the history of the world.

by the world we have two concepts here, the entire universe (eä) and the planet (arda) 'earth', of which middle-earth is a later-stage continent. the music itself was a creative process that the ainur partook in before knowing the full implication of their singing.

God showed the ainur the vision of what their music had created and when they saw the world they wanted to live it, to dwell on it and experience it.

God granted this but said they had to remain in it until the full music, the full story had played out.

this includes everything that happens in the Silmarillion, the LOTR movies and sequels/prequels, the TROP series, games, etc, and in some stages of Tolkien's opus, our own world (WWI, WWII, etc).

the Discord refers to the rebellious effect of Melkor on the music as much as his part of the music - the dissonance born from his part's coexistence with the rest of the melody that is in harmony, and takes a 'life of its own'.

this is not unimportant, but i'm not going to discuss it at any point. i will point out here that it has been argued -controversially- by some people to be relevant in compatibilizing or explaining otherwise difficult-to-reconcile lore points that deal with "non-Melkorian evil". this is about things like Ungoliant or the nameless things 'whose mention darken the light of day', whose in-world origins are unclear.

on a broader note, this represents two very different intuitions about evil and divinity (Tolkienian v Lovecraftian, we could say). these are difficult to compatibilize and more than Tolkien's psyche, represent ancient tensions within monotheistic religions themselves, i think. so within Tolkien's world, which has an Abrahamic/monotheistic god, you still find traces of Lovecraftian horror.

all that follows is about Tolkienian evil (meta) i.e. Melkorian evil (in-world), that is uncontroversially and explicitly under the governance of the One, although non-Melkorian evil is a fascinating subject.

[heyyypuddin]

Withering Petal (Armando x OC) Bad Boys chapter 5

Hey puddins! I finally have posted Chapter 5. Sorry about the wait I kept changing things up. Just know this is a longer chapter.

I really hope you enjoy, and I would love to hear your thoughts! Enjoyy 💕

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Chapter 5 

Amora entered the black-and-white guest room that held a queen-sized bed in the middle of the room, facing a flat-screen TV mounted on the wall surrounded by lots of paintings. Armando entered through the door after her, inspecting the room, looking at all the art she had in the room, and raiding an eyebrow at one of them.

“You can go use the bathroom to shower; the bathroom is right across the walk-in closet, and there should be towels and spare clothes you can use. They should be large enough to fit you for the time being. I’m going to go check on my dog, and then I’ll bring the first aid kit so I can start on your injuries.”

Amora finished explaining, and she looked at him, making sure he got everything or had questions. He gave her a curt nod and headed to the bathroom, where she heard the shower turn on, and she quickly turned on her feet, walking out of the room to go run up the stairs, giving multiple glances over her shoulder to make sure she didn't see him trying to run up on her.

She gets to the top floor and calls out for Bowser, hearing his whines coming from her room. She took one last glance behind her to make sure Armando wasn’t sneaking behind her, then glanced down her hallway to see the aftermath of their fight. 

On the wall was smudged blood, and littered on the floor were broken glass and soggy, wet food from what she had brought up for him originally. 

She sighed and ignored it for now so that she could check on her baby. Going to her room, she immediately checked under her bed, pulling up the sheets, and saw her baby giant Schnauzer hiding under there.

"Awwwww, baby, come here." She extended her arms out, and he slowly crawled his way out into her arms. She carefully picked him up and sat on her bed, cuddling him and telling him he did such a great job. “I love you so much, baby. You were so helpful. Such a good boy. I'm so proud of you.”

She kissed his head and gave him more rubs, feeling the sting of tears falling out of her eyes as she finally got to relax and grasp the situation she was just in. Silent sobs wrecked over her body.

“You were so brave. I'm so proud. I know you were scared,” she mumbled in his fur, half talking to Bowser and the other half talking to herself.

After allowing herself to sit for 20 minutes with Bowser, she finally got up and checked his leg that he was limping on. There were no open wounds, and it didn't feel broken; it may possibly be sprained.

"Okay, baby, tomorrow I'll take you to the vet so we can get you all fixed up." She took him off her lap and set him on a doggy bed beside her nightstand so he could rest.

She walked over to her vanity mirror, inspecting herself through her puffy red eyes, and saw that she had a small cut on her cheek and a deep purple bruise starting around her neck. Letting out a huge sigh, she walked out of the room to the hallway, grabbing the first aid kit and pain medication off the floor, and headed back downstairs to the kitchen, filling up two cups of water for them, and walked to the guest room.

Standing in the room, staring at the TV, was Armando wearing her old gray sweatpants, laying very low on his hips, exposing not only all his wounds but also all his muscles. Her eyes raked down his body, going over every last crevice of his and down past his v-line to where his sweats started. Her breath hitched softly when she saw his member slightly pressed against the gray pants. 

From the corner of Armando’s eye, he watched her ogle at him, feeling a swell of pride and his ego bloom. “Maybe this stay wasn’t so bad after all,” he told himself.

Not taking his eyes off the screen, he commented to the woman gawking at him, “¿Como lo que ves amor? (Like what you see in love?)

Amora quickly averted her eyes from him clearing her throat, embarrassed from being caught and putting her focus on what was playing on the TV to distract herself, but she quickly realized it was about Armando as they had his mugshot on the screen and news on police Captain Howard being fully exonerated after being framed by James Mcgrath, a former DEA agent who'd gone rouge. 

A light bulb went into her head as she was listening to the details of the news.

“Is that where you're coming from? She asked as she placed the first-aid kit and water on the dresser next to her. 

Without looking at her, he gave her a small nod, eyes now locked on the screen where a picture of the famous detective Mike Lowrey was on.

“Can you come sit on the bed, please? It's pretty late, and I would like to get some rest,” but she knew tonight she definitely wasn't going to be able to sleep with him in the house.

He moved to where she was standing, getting very close to her before sitting down on the edge of the bed. She stepped back away from him, not wanting to be so close since, truth be told, he intimidated her a lot. Amora reached over to the dresser, grabbing the kit and pulling out two packs of pain pills.

"Here, take these; they’re 500 mg each." He eyed the packets suspiciously and reached for them, only holding them in his hands. Rolling her eyes, she grabbed one packet out of his hand, ripping it open and taking the two pills dry to prove a point, and since she needed it for the headache she was gaining 

"Again, I didn't do all the work of helping you, just to kill you." She reached over again to pass him another pill packet and his water.

“Why are you helping me?” The quiet question came from Armando's lips. Amora slightly stilled before grabbing the alcohol wipes and the stitch emergency kit.

“When I saw you outside, I thought you were maybe someone who was sent to find me, and I wanted answers, but now... I don’t know.” She opened up the alcohol wipe and gripped his broad shoulder to inspect what looked like a stab wound that looked pretty deep but clearly didn't hit any main nerves, just his muscles.

“You might wanna embrace yourself; this is going to sting,” Amora grimaced before swiping over the cut. Painful hisses and grunts filled the silence of the room. Amora took a sneak at his face and saw that he squeezed his eyes shut, his jaws clenched. It's such a shame for him to be so handsome; maybe in a different life they could’ve met in a much different way, she admired.

“Dios mío, ¡apúrate ya!” (My God, woman, hurry up already) were the pained words, gritted from his teeth. 

Snapping back to reality, she quickly finished cleaning his wound up, picked up the needle and thread, and worked on closing up the 3-inch wound. This caused even louder, pained grunts and groans from him. She was halfway done to closing the cut when she felt large hands grip her hips, squeezing her tightly. Her eyes widen in shock, feeling a tightening in her stomach, but she doesn’t slow down, understanding this isn't an easy process.

Finally, she got to the end of the cut, closed it off, and started bandaging it up to protect it from any outside damage. He still had a tight grip on her and was breathing heavily, with his head hanging low and sweat dripping off his head. She grabbed more thread to work on the side wound he had been holding since she first saw him. 

“I’m going to need you to lay back, please, so I can work on this for you.”

Armando silently obeyed, sliding his hands off her and leaning back on his elbows. Amora looked around, feeling herself get hot and trying to focus on where she could get a good angel to do this, but where the wound was, she decided to step closer in between his legs.

Armando watched her intensely as she kneeled down between his legs so that she didn’t have to bend over, hurting her back. The image before him brings wicked thoughts to his mind. Does she even know what she’s doing? He wonders, but that all flew out of his mind as she started working on his wound.

Louder, pained groans echoed the room, as did a stream of Spanish cuss words spitting out of Armando's lips. Amora didn't understand everything he said, but she wouldn't be surprised if he cursed her whole family lineage.

She finally finished up that cut and stood up to quickly scan over him to make sure there were no other cuts that required attention. There was a slice on his arm, but it wasn't too deep for stitches, thankfully, but she still cleaned and bandaged it.

. “You should really go to the hospital; I know how to do a lot, but I'm not a doctor.”

He slowly sat back up, letting out a low groan. “No, I'll be fine; just pass me another pain pill." 

She quietly nodded and slid out from between his legs, doing as he told her. She felt his gaze piercing into her face, but he wasn't saying a word. She came to realize that he's just a man of few words. Or, at least to her, he is. 

She watched him take the pain pills and looked at him, waiting for him to say whatever was on his mind, but Armando just stared, unspeaking. Rolling her eyes, Amora stepped away so she could go to bed until he finally spoke up.

“Who’s looking for you?” He watched her completely still at the question; he wasn't even sure if she was breathing. A heavy silence hung over them, the energy in the room going cold as the woman was clearly having an internal battle from the question he asked, but he didn't care. 

He wanted to make sure he wasn't getting involved in whatever drama she had going on, considering how paranoid the woman was to be so reclusive. "Probably a crazy ex-boyfriend,” he scoffed at the thought. If said ex-boyfriend tried to come while he was here, he would handle it personally; he wouldn’t allow anyone to disturb the freedom he finally has. 

Coming out of his thoughts, he realized another moment of silence had passed, and he felt irritation rise at the unanswered question. He parted ways to ask her again. “Who is Lo-?”

“-Vicky Ortiz,” she cut him off. Armandos face fell in shock; his eyes widen in recognition of that name—definitely not an ex-boyfriend problem.

“Vicky Ortiz? As in Victor “El Segador” Ortiz?” He questioned her darkly. Amora turned away from the man, trying to hold back the sting of tears that threatened to fall just from speaking that wretched man's name, but Armando stood up and grabbed her arm, spinning her back to him. 

"Why, of all people, would Victor ‘The Reaper’ be looking for you? A merc turned drug lord?” He grilled her face.

“What game are you playing at?” He seethed. He couldn’t help, but think this was some sort of set him up. Of all the people she could’ve named, she’s going with an enemy of the Aretas Cartel. 

Amora’s head snapped up, her eyes matching the flames in his. ”A game? A game! Do you hear yourself? Clearly, you know the man and what he’s capable of. What reason would I have to lie about something like that?” 

He continued to stare down at her before rolling his eyes and backing up. 

“Once I'm healed, I'm out of here. I don't want to be mixed up in whatever shit you got going on,” he told her, waving her out of the room. Amora's moth dropped at his dismissive behavior in her house for a question he asked.

“First of all, you asked me a question; I didn’t have to answer you! Second of all, nobody told your ass to pass out in my front yard; I was happily minding my own damn business till you came!” She raised her voice at him, but he turned around, dismissing her again.

“Callado. No quiero escucharlo." ( Be quiet. I don't want to hear it.)

“You know what? Whatever I don't owe you, A fugitive, ANY EXPLANATION! You’re welcome for saving your ass; I could've left you out there to die or called the cops on you—you selfish bastard!” And with that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door shut, but not before coming back and adding her door stopper to make sure he couldn't get out of the room again without her knowing.

Armando listened to what she was doing, not caring about the door stopper because that wouldn’t work on him but making sure she wasn’t on the phone with anyone or the cops, before laying on the bed, turning the news channel up, and looking at his father on the screen with some of the footage that came out of the battle zone he escaped from. 

The last thoughts floating through his mind before sleep took him were his father telling him he did well and that he was proud of him before sending him out on that boat.

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Authors note: guys this chapter made me so stressed, I was literally working on it alllll day and night yesterday even at work 💀 but I hope yall enjoyyy it 💕💕

Also if anyone knows a good translator website please let me know especially for (Mexican Spanish dialect )as I want to try to get as accurate as I can. Spanishdict and Itranslate been holding me down 🤞🏽

[put-me-out-of-my-destiny]

My new and improved pinned post.

Plot ideas:

"Devil May Cry 5, but Dante gets captured and turned into an Angelo knight, while Lady and Trish escape with Nero and V."

The original idea.

Naming Dante's Angelo-sona.

What the women do between the Prologue and Mission 1.

Dante's nude scene.

What happens to Devil Sword Sparda.

Where does the bike come from?

A fitting design for Lady.

Lucia's role in the story (feat. Griffon, Shadow, and Nightmare).

"The one where Kyrie gains her own demonic minions, like V's familiars, but based on bosses from Devil May Cry 4."

The original ideas.

On Kyrie's minions.

The plot outline.

On Kyrie's Savior.

On Kyrie's singing mechanic.

Kyrie's transformation, first draft.

Kyrie's transformation, second draft.

The conflict, first draft.

The conflict, second draft.

How the Fortunians react to Kyrie's nightmares.

How Nero ends up in the aftermath (and why he might not be in the Machiavelli Duology).

On the genders of Kyrie's minions.

"The Machiavelli Duology."

The Underworld Plot, first draft.

Why an organization of devil hunters would try to capture Trish.

The theme that should guide a female-led spinoff.

On Yamato's destruction.

The AMO plot.

The Underworld plot, second draft.

On Morrigan's gender.

How Morrigan might (but probably wouldn't) use Rebellion's hilt.

The source of the AMO's technology.

What does "profit" mean to Machiavelli?

Machiavelli's partnership with the AMO, what events Machiavelli could have orchestrated, and how he would pit Lucia against Trish.

The extent to which Machiavelli cares about others.

Dante gets sick.

A new devil arm for Dante.

How Machiavelli would break Dante.

How Machiavelli would gather intel on Dante and lower his guard, and how Dante being split would go down.

On Morrigan's motivations.

Nico's new job.

Nico's breaking point.

If Vergil's Qliphoth power boost didn't last.

A weapon wheel and Devil Arms for Dante.

"The Rodin Plot."

The plot outline, first draft.

Eva's role.

The plot outline, second draft.

Rethinking Rodin's backstory.

How the events of DMC1 play out in the alternate timeline.

"What if Nico recreated Agnus's work, and gained a demonic form?"

How far would Nico go in dabbling with Agnus's research?

A silly scene with Nero.

Would Nico's bugsona have boobs?

Nico's breaking point.

Other posts.

Lore Speculation/Headcanons.

On the power of V's cane.

On Rebellion's purpose.

How Dante and Vergil create devil arms.

On the Idol of Time and Space.

On Anima Mercury.

On Trish's devil form.

What kind of magic would Trish use?

Christmas in the Devil May Cry universe.

The Combat Adjudicator, and the gods of Devil May Cry.

On the power of human blood.

Where the Sin Devil Trigger gets its (English) name.

Devil Sword Vergil.

The origin of Devil Sword Vergil.

What additional power should Yamato have after Devil May Cry 5?

On the power of V's cane.

What Devil Sword Vergil should look like.

How Dante's demonic power should manifest in his human form.

On Yamato's destruction.

What Vergil's psuedo-SDT in Devil May Cry 5 should have looked like.

A proper Sin Devil Trigger moveset.

An expanded sword moveset, first draft.

An expanded sword moveset, second draft.

Miscellaneous Moveset/Game Design posts.

A cool gimmick for another Dante prequel.

In defense of 5!Vergil's Sin Devil Trigger.

Lady should be allowed to use items.

The natural evolution of Vergil's unarmed moveset.

Ways for Vergil to replace Beowulf.

Comparing 5!Nero and 3!Dante's limitations.

Musing on the contrasts between Dante and Vergil's movesets.

Ways to further build on Nero's moveset.

Should Vergil be able to Air Hike or Glide?

How Nero's first solo adventure could stay fresh.

What if Dante's Sin Devil Trigger was as versatile as Vergil's?

My ideal Urizen prequel.

What kind of magic can Trish use?

Why does Trish share unarmed attacks with Vergil?

How to "fix" V's playstyle.

What if Vergil had different weapons in Devil May Cry 4: Special edition?

Two possible moveset concepts for Trish.

On payphones.

Quicksilver style, Gunslinger upgrades, and other ways to expand Dante's kit.

A replacement for Beowulf.

"Redshifter" explained, and a new style for Vergil.

Lady's item gimmick.

On nerfing Vergil in DMC5: SE.

Nico's crafting gimmick.

Expanding on Nero's Devil Bringer mechanics.

Incorporating Tomboy's moves into Nero's standard moveset.

A proper Swordmaster moveset for Devil Sword Dante.

Two new Styles, and expanding Dante's Style Wheel.

A weapon wheel and Devil Arms for Dante.

[guywrestlingaddiction]

That Wrestling Moment: The Literal Bodywrecker (Brooklyn Bodywrecker v Chuck Collins - bgeast.com)

It's nice to know that some things are exactly as advertised.  Now seeing the Brooklyn Bodywrecker is always a treat, but to see the man in all his glory wrecking Chuck Collins is truly a masterpiece to behold.  

Brooklyn Bodywrecker v Chuck Collins (bgeast.com)

SPOILER ALERT: I highly recommend viewing this match in its entirety before reading this post.

The Backstory

The Brooklyn Bodywrecker (BBW) makes his entrance with the usual flair; Calling out everyone and their mother and giving zero F's.  

BBW: 5 years bruserweight champ.... 

BBW: Okay BG, another squash job... that's what you guys like.  

And the 'wrecking' begins almost immediately...

Side note, can we talk about the Brooklyn Bodywrecker minus his trademark mustache? I'm so accustomed to seeing that mustache that it almost feels like I'm seeing him exposed in a weird way. 

Chuck is no pushover.  The guy does rally for a whole 5 seconds before ultimately the Brooklyn Bodywrecker takes him down.  The man is a legend for a reason and there is just no way a mere mortal can challenge him. 

Now you've done it.  It was nice knowing you Chuck! 

The Moment 

I've always thought that seeing an artist hone their craft is a thing of beauty.  So it is that watching the Brooklyn Bodywrecker go into beast mode is a sight to behold.  Very few things are as advertised nowadays; foods don't taste as good as you remember, movies disappoint, so when a man calls himself the 'bodywrecker' you may be skeptical - and in this case, you would be brutally mistaken.  

Chuck is slammed on the roof even.

Before slammed against a knee. 

This ab claw was particularly devastating. 

Seeing a master punish his opponent with the over-the-knee backbreaker is a vision.  Can we also talk about how the close up of the claw adds to this match.  Great camera work!

Chuck was clearly finished ... but even so, the Brooklyn Bodywrecker maintained a sinister smile as he paraded that wrecked body around the mat.

The Aftermath

I mentioned in an earlier post that the Brooklyn Bodywrecker puts the PRO in gay pro wrestling and matches like this are a good reminder of that for us all.  As advertised, if you get in the ring with the man, be prepared to be body wrecked.  

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For the original post check out:

[undeath1245]

My former predictions and interpretations for episode seven

I started this post around three to eight months a year ago shortly after watching episode five. Originally, I was going to make a list of predictions on what's going to happen in episode six, but since it was already out, I might as well make some predictions for what's going to happen in episode seven. But then, after episode seven premiered, I missed another deadline yet again. I think it's because either that I haven't fleshed out my predictions enough or that I kept trying to flesh them out that I wound up making scenarios in my head, kind of like what I'm doing for episode eight, of which I'll work on quite later. So, here's another list of former predictions I made for episode seven. I think some of them might hold up in episode eight. I don't know.

After remembering a couple of posts speculating about episode seven, I think this episode will be based on The Exorcist due to the religious horror atmosphere and imagery. However, I can share a prediction of what the episode's stinger would be like, largely involving Nori and Khan. I think it would start out as some sort of recollection between the two during the aftermath of the core collapse. Maybe they'll discuss about what their comrades would like to do now that their human superiors had been wiped out, like maybe do some finger painting or write some books or start a family. We might also see a cameo of Doll's parents, Yeva and Doll's father (whom I'm gonna refer to as Ivan). But then, Khan gets a bit worried, wondering if they all got off too easy, and Nori will then assure him that everything is going to be alright, and if it won't, they'll figure it out together. How's that for a heartwarming calm-before-the-storm moment? Now, to end it with a scene of Nori's eyes glitching yellow.

Uzi, N, and Tessa would survive the fall from the elevator, most likely thanks to N's quick reflexes by grabbing Uzi and Tessa and then flying out of the elevator before impact, at least that's how I imagine it. Tessa would then ask them if they're alright, only for Uzi to respond coldly that they all watched V sacrifice herself to the sentinels, but Tessa would happily reply that V will be cloned back at base (where the three landing pods are). N would worriedly ask Tessa if V would really come back with her memories fully intact, only for Tessa to be hesitant of answering his question, but she would then respond yes. As the trio enters the underground church, probably where the testing or enhancement of the solver powers occurred, N would apologize to Uzi for cutting off her hand when she was using her powers to burst the wall open. Uzi would then say that it's okay, and that her powers have been acting really strange lately and is losing control over them. She would then say conclude that the Solver is taking her over, while Tessa looks at Uzi and N from afar.

I think we'll have a couple of brief flashback scenes of Nori and Yeva sneaking into the underground cathedral either to initiate the plan to liberate their fellow drones or do some reconnaissance. I have a headcanon that Yeva, while her default language is Russian as well as her daughter's, can speak English, and vice versa with Nori speaking Russian. I also have another headcanon that drones can switch to any language of their selected choosing, even if they don't know any lick of them. To tell you the truth, I have zero idea how this scene will play out, maybe with a zany dynamic between the two? The wild, giddy Nori compared to the stoic, serious Yeva. Now that I think about it, considering that the cathedral might by at a deeper depth from the planet's surface, let's say by about 3,000 feet, it could be possible for Nori, Yeva, and other Solver-infected drones to overload Copper-9's core together on a closer distance from the core itself, most likely in the center of the cathedral.

V's sacrifice was honestly very shocking when I first saw it. I've never thought that they would briefly kill off a main character like that, and honestly, I really liked where V's character is heading, especially when she finally put her trust on Uzi, possibly for her to find a way to break herself free from the Solver's control. Now, this doesn't mean that V is truly dead. I feel that it's too soon to kill off a main character like that unless it's much later on in the series like in a potential season three (hope I don't foreshadow anything). There is a good chance that she'll come back in either episode seven or eight, and I came up with a few scenarios:

Rescue scenario: V is horribly injured, most likely from fighting off all of the sentinels; let's face it, there's no way a bloodthirsty disassembler like her would go down without a fight. So, who would finish off the remaining sentinels after V is down? Either J, the defective sentinel, or a combination of both. I feel like V would wind up in a heavily wrecked, limbless state, most likely being forced to be carried by either J or the sentinel. Clone scenario: V wins the battle against the sentinels, but then dies in the process. However, as J stated in episode six, she stated that "efficient drones get cloned", meaning that V would most likely be rebuilt in a new body, somewhere in one of the landing pods Tessa and J used to get to Copper 9. There was a previous concern I had with N and V currently retaining their memories before or after death, as (according to episode five) the Solver had been tampering with their memories before they were resurrected into their clone bodies. But, because that Uzi had assigned herself as their new admin, I feel like we probably don't have to worry about an "amnesiac V" scenario. Resurrection scenario: As before, V wins the battle, but dies afterwards. However, there is a slightly good chance that N also gets killed by the Solver, and Uzi also briefly dies. Essentially, the main trio dies. Bad ending time, right? Wrong. I feel like these three are going to self-resurrect, or Uzi self-resurrects first before subconsciously resurrecting N and V afterwards. They'll probably transform into a new type of drone. I'm hoping that they'll transform into an angelic form of some kind, looking a bit similar to V's concept design.

I think we'll get some solo scenes for Doll, probably when she's walking through the lab corridors. I think she'll head to her parents' lab first. I developed a headcanon that Doll's parents managed to separate her from the Solver's influence, probably when she was at a young age. At first, I thought that they would use some sort of unique antivirus code (I'm imagining it as random zeroes and one at this point; I honestly don't know computer codes) to sever the Solver from Doll. But, since episode seven is heading for cosmic horror territory and possible influence from The Exorcist, I imagine that Doll's parents used a strange machine that painfully severs the Solver from its potential host. So, I think that Doll would try to look for the severing machine in her parents' lab, and we could also see some nice pictures of her and her parents. Either that, or maybe Yeva and Doll's father used a series of

The trio might head over to a weapons vault first, but N double-checks it to see if it's booby-trapped by shooting at it. While he does so, he now retains a serious, militant personality, impressing Tessa and worrying Uzi. Tessa and Uzi will arms themselves up with multiple firearms and blades, with Uzi carrying an actual Uzi submachine gun. Meanwhile, N readies an ultra powerful weapon, the comically large cannon we saw in an earlier teaser, of which I believe to be the weapon that will destroy a Solver-possessed drone, like Uzi. After that, Tessa heads off to search for something to defeat the Solver with, but in reality, she'll actually search for the list of test subjects to hunt down the remaining drones that are potentially infected with the Solver virus.

I believe that the next obstacle the trio will face would most likely be eldritch drone mutants similar to eldritch!J, with many of them resembling spiders, cockroaches, and centipedes; creepy crawly galore. We would see back-to-back scenes of N and Uzi and Tessa battling against the drone mutants. Tessa would get a gash from the leg, with a mixture of blood and liquid metal pouring out of it, but Tessa would shrug it off. While Uzi and N are fighting the mutants, we would then see a scene where Uzi leaves the fight all of a sudden to enter a dark, red sea emitted by a blood red sky, the same one we saw in this teaser posted by Liam Vickers himself. And then, hearing N's cries, Uzi immediately returns back to the battle, only to see that she was knocked down and disarmed. As she gets back up, the Solver appears and assists her by morphing her hands into large, fleshy claws, much to Uzi's horror. The Solver will then take the wheel and start slaughtering its own twisted creations one by one, metallic screaming echoing the church, and N watching in horror from afar.

Later on, Uzi would start breaking down, saying that she won't make it and that the Solver will finally take her over, but N implores her that they'll solve this predicament together.

Lately, there's been speculation by many Tumblr users (@haastera-001 included) about Tessa not being entirely human. For example, she's wearing a heavily tinted helmet, and whenever there's a scene when either of the drones are looking at Tessa, all we see is their reflection of the drones' eyes. Plus, from the scene when a sentinel bit Tessa's hand, not only did we see blood, but also some sort of liquid metal, probably the same substance used to regenerate lost disassembly drone parts, like when N regenerated his head in the pilot episode. And strangely, she's been doing some weird mannerisms similar to what CYN was doing in episode five (i.e. the raptor hands). So, it might be possible that she's not entirely human, and that she may or may not be possessed by the Solver. I have a strong feeling that Tessa might have become either some sort of mutated human or an eldritch cybernetic being.

After his battle with Tessa, N would finally make a crazy choice not to kill Uzi, and during his confrontation with Uzi, he instead pleads with her to fight the Solver's control. While fighting Solver!Uzi, he pulls out this huge "I know you're in there" speech, stating how Uzi inspired him to question his programming, how she saved V from Doll's revenge spree, and how she helped him and V recover back their memories. N tells Uzi that she's the greatest drone he's ever met. He then walks up to her and kisses her, declaring his love for Uzi, before being gruesomely impaled and dismembered by the Solver-controlled Uzi.

Seeing N's body, Uzi begins to break away from the Solver's control, overloading her own system in the process and blowing up herself and the Solver. In the center, something starts to reform and take shape, and soon enough, it begins to take the form of a tall hybrid between a worker drone and a disassembly drone. Uzi is fully reformed into a murder drone, as she spreads her newly mechanical wings and tail wide open. She and N share a tearful hug, and then a kiss.

So far, I came up with three outcomes, starting with the downer ending, which seems to be the most possible outcome for this series. N winds up killing Uzi (most likely with Uzi's help), therefore not destroying the Solver for good, but heavily hindering its plans to assimilate the universe. N will undergo a deep depression after this, and Tessa will try to comfort him and ensure him that he saved the universe, and all is right at the end. She then tries to offer something to ease his mind (like watching TV), but N will coldly tell her to leave and that he doesn't want to see her again. Tessa does this, but she tries to hide her tears. As N sinks into his bed (he is gifted a room at this point), he will be greeted by two digital spirits in the form of Uzi and V (if V doesn't come back, that is).

So, that's all the predictions I made for episode seven.

[heyclickadee]

A quick (it was going to be quick, but this turned out to be a lie) “Tech Lives” thought:

This is something I already covered in this post, but the placement of and the way Tech’s sacrifice works in the structure of “The Summit” and “Plan 99” is really weird if it’s intended as a genuine character death. Basically, tl;dr for the original post: it functions as a plot point/catalyst to get the rest of the episode moving, not as a send off/death for a major character, which is a large part of why it doesn’t read as a character death at all to more casual viewers (and why I kind of suspect the writers/showrunners didn’t intend it to be read that way).

I just finished summarizing “Truth and Consequences” and “The Crossing,” to my (still long-suffering) little brother, and they way those two episodes work together has kind of hammered home the point about Tech’s sacrifice not functioning in episode as a character death even more for me. Echo leaves—just leaves! He doesn’t even die, and he says it’s not forever and that he’s coming back—at the end of “Truth and Consequences,” and then that’s followed up with an entire episode about the other characters dealing with his absence. We get a character departure and then a whole episode about the aftermath of that loss. And that’s important, not just for the characters, but also for the audience, especially if you keep in mind that as dark as The Bad Batch gets, the target audience is kids around Omega’s age—ten to thirteen(1).

And, if we look at Rebels(2), which is the closest of the animated shows to The Bad Batch in terms of the kind of story it’s telling, it’s pretty consistent with the way that show handled the send off of a character the protagonist saw as a parent/older sibling. Kanan dies at the end of “Jedi Knight,” and then the follow up episode—“Dume”—is just about everyone else coming to terms with their grief.

Tech’s “death,” though? Six-minutes, forty-odd seconds into a twenty-something minute episode PACKED with other big plot points, leaving the other characters in shock and giving all of them—especially Omega—about ten seconds to sit with that shock before things keep happening, and then another thirty or so seconds later on to acknowledge their grief and shock again before the plot comes at them all like a freight train through the crystal palace. They’re not allowed to process it, and because they’re not, neither are we.

Which is all the more striking because there was absolutely a way to give Tech a definitive death and give the characters (and us) time to deal with it. Make “The Summit” three minutes longer. Maybe even two. Cut out the rigamarole with Tech running back to the cable car, the cable car getting shot, and Tech dangling at the end of the line. Have him call “Plan 99” choose to stay behind at the control panel because that’s the only way to get the cable car moving again. Have him send a signal to the car sends it hurtling away while the others are screaming at him to stop and get back on board and Echo is trying to get it to stop but can’t, because Tech’s overridden the signal. Show Tech getting shot down by one of the stormtroopers or a v-wing if you have to as he’s holding his place at the panel. You can keep Omega yelling at everyone to go back, keep Wrecker telling Tech not to do it, keep Tech’s last line as is. End “The Summit” with the cable car crash and then begin the next episode with the sequence of the rest of the batch running for the Marauder as Omega drifts in an out of consciousness.

Doing this, killing Tech off in a slightly different way at the end of “The Summit” rather than a quarter of the way through “Plan 99,” would have kept Tech sacrificing himself, but would have also (potentially) shown us a body and given the other characters (and the audience) time to process his death in the next episode before the other plot points started happening. It would have read as a definitive character death. Instead, the writers/showrunners decided to have Tech “die” in an incredibly non-definitive way in a situation that directly parallels what happened in “Faster” and allows for the appearance of that ice-vulture/survivor imagery we already saw with Crosshair, and which leaves everyone with no body AND absolutely no time to process it as a death.

So, anyway, Tech’s extremely alive.

1. I know people get kind of defensive when people say that The Bad Batch is a kids’ show, but I think that’s because we tend to use “kids’ show” as a pejorative. I’m not. When I say that The Bad Batch is for kids first and foremost, I don’t mean that it’s simple or bad or not worthwhile—I mean it as a point of high praise. It’s a kids show that goes some heavy places and refuses to speak down to kids, which is great. Kids ought to have good tv, too, and it ought to come in a variety of flavors.

2: I know we tend to like to compare The Bad Batch to The Clone Wars, but Rebels really is the closest parallel. Rebels was another linear story with a limited focus on one group of characters and definite start and end points. The Clone Wars was a sweeping anthology series both produced and aired in a non-chronological order, and which, as far as I can tell, was basically designed to go on ad infinitum until it either got cancelled (which is what happened) or they ran out of ideas, at which point they would do the Revenge of the Sith overlap stuff (what they did once they were allowed to bring it back and finish it off).

[elvenbeard]

Just replayed "A Like Surpreme" the second time around and HHHHH my feels... first of all... the symbolism of Kerry gifting V his gun in the aftermath like, full on "I'm putting my life in your hands" vibes I'M NOT OKAY. ;____;

EDIT: ALSO! How fucking upset he looks when he's like "I almost shot Johnny with it, haha" and then V goes "yeah, and me" and Kerry is just HIT by that like by a train... like, OOOF.

Also him being so nervous about it all in the beginning, worried about having to "perform" his part (as he is the entire time ahead, playing it so cool while he's the only one shaking in fear). And then just letting go of all inhibitions on stage as the concert goes on, that made me so happy to just watch now with all my knowledge about him as a character and his story.

And then yeah, as mentioned in that other post I reblogged a couple days ago about his behavior with the sunglasses, having them on the entire time but then off for the convo afterwards. How he's so genuinely shocked when Johnny leaves him his guitar. And the gun thing and the sort of little repeat of his first proper encounter with V where he pats him on the shoulder as he leaves. But this time around it felt so much more genuine, no teasing, scheming behind the scenes, just "take care, I'll be in touch".

Like, is he cured of his depression? Hell no. And I think that's also obvious from what's gonna follow in his personal questline. But I feel like he's really genuinely happy and seeing a way forward again, even if it's just for that one evening.

Sorry I'm kinda rambling, it's late and I'm drowning in feels xD

And, random observation on the side re: I love the details in this game... It's Kerry's vocalist (Damien Ukeje) singing "A Like Surpreme" during the concert, isn't he? At least this song was a distinctly different one from the one I'm used to listening to on Spotify, the Refused version. And I mean, it makes sense, the Spotify version is the "original" recorded with Johnny as vocalist, but Johnny obviously can't be there to sing in 2077. They didn't have to go all the way out and make a separate version of the song just for the game but they did anyway... And I love that so much.

[ranahan]

*ver- (‘earn’)

Not entirely my own analysis, but rather something I’ve picked up from various Fando’a dictionaries and expanded upon.

Let’s look at canon instances of verd and its derivations first, then *ver- without the d, then some non-canon derivations, and lastly a bit of Mandalorian history for those who care to read that far.

Canon: verd & derivations

verd (n): soldier

I think this is a contracted form of ver-ad, ‘one who earns’ (see this post about agent nouns or this post about ad for more), making this construction equivalent to English soldier. Soldier comes (via French) from Latin soldarius, lit. ‘having pay’, ultimately from solidus, the name of a Roman gold coin. So this word refers to the traditional Mandalorian trade of working as mercenaries, which is probably the original meaning of this word.

And then we have many derivations and compound words with verd:

neverd (n): civilian

“Not a soldier”

verd’yc (adj): aggressive

Not a bad quality in Mandalorian culture! You could also translate this as spirited, decisive, bold, audacious, daring, or go-getter.

al’verde (n): commander

“Leader of soldiers”

ver’verd (n): mercenary

This is etymologically funnily enough “mercenary-mercenary”. Such doublets happen all the time in natural languages though, as the original word changes meaning.

Canon: *ver- in other words

*ver- also occurs in:

ver’alor (n): lieutenant

“Paid leader” or “hired leader”. Comparable to Commissioned Officers, I think, hence the translation as lieutenant (mando ranks probably aren’t exactly the same as ones in any particular country on Earth). Possibly represents e.g. the permanent command staff of a mercenary company, rather than the rank and file who might contract for a season or for a specific campaign. Traviss describes mando military organisation as “a flat pyramid”, e.g. lots of people at the bottom, few on top; so this probably refers to fewer people than English CO does.

veriduur (n): courtesan, sex worker

“Paid spouse”

ver’mircit (n): hostage

“Prisoner for money”

beroya (n): bounty hunter

This could be either be-roya, “of hunt”—or it could be ver-oya, “pay hunter”. The v and b sounds are very close to each other, especially if you pronounce v as a bilabial fricative /β/, and the sound change v > b is very plausible. So it’s possible that *ber- is an alternative form of this root, or that beroya was loaned into “standard Mando’a” (no such thing, I know) from another dialect of Mando’a where that sound change has happened.

Non-canon derivations

vere (n.): wages, payment (from Tuuri)

Lit. “earnings”.

berir (v): to pay, to buy (from Oyu’baat)

By analogy to beroya.

berii (n): buyer

From ber + ii.

verar (v): to earn, deserve

Two verbs from the same root, diverged meanings. Happens all the time in natural languages. Gave it a different vowel so it wouldn’t get mixed up as easily.

verdin (n): merit, reward; share

From ver-din, sort of “earnings given” or “give what’s earned”. From here you also get verdinyc ‘meritorious, rewarding’ and verdinir ‘to reward, merit’.

verdir (v): to work as a mercenary

Lit. “to soldier”, but keeping the original sense of verd here.

vergam (n): uniform

Whatever monkey suit you’re paid to wear that’s not beskar’gam.

A history lesson

When thinking of these derivations, I went back to the time of the Mandalorian wars. (And my theory of Modern Mando’a being a creole language that developed in their aftermath.)

So consider the Taung: these are the ancient Mandalorians, who have come to worship war in itself (or in other words, have come to see waging war as an expression of the divine). They’ve conquered large swathes of the galaxy and slaughtered entire peoples in this pursuit. But war is a hungry beast that gobbles up both men and machines, so this warfare must have taken a toll on the Taung even if the plunder fills their coffins.

So the revelation that Mandalore the Ultimate receives on planet Shogun is probably honestly less about other races being worthy of being Mandalorians*, and more about the strategic insight that if instead of total slaughter they assimilate the conquered peoples and draw from them to fill up their ranks, they can go on to conquer indefinitely.

*At this point there’s already a precedent for adopting other races as Mandalorians (e.g. the Mandallian giants), but I think that before the Neo-Crusaders, it was probably rather marginal. It didn’t cause significant changes in the culture, and they were probably assimilated slowly and in small numbers, and so learned the language more or less perfectly. It isn’t until the Neo-Crusaders that assimilating other races becomes widespread (otherwise it wouldn’t be a revelation). And the more the Taung conquer, the more peoples they assimilate and the less they have the time and resources to teach them the language and their ways as they themselves become diluted among the ranks.

Also, let’s be real: while Mandalore the Ultimate is said to have decreed that the recruits be treated equally among the clans, many of those recruits were probably not there voluntarily, but rather given the choice of being conquered/slaughtered or joining up. I’m sure many people saw joining as an opportunity to move up in life (better to be a Mandalorian warrior than a poor Rimmer), but many we’re probably shanghaied into service and some were little better than slaves.

And so the Mandalorian armies swell, and conquer, and conquer, reaching as far as Coruscant itself. They seem unstoppable until the Republic employs the desperate doomsday weapon on Malachor VI, which cripples the Mandalorian army and leadership. In the aftermath, the Mandalorians probably can’t hold on to their entire newly conquered Empire, so many areas are retaken by the Republic or otherwise secede. Without those resources and the continuous conquest they can’t pay their armies, so now there are lots of disaffected and unemployed soldiers, who turn mercenaries.

And these aren’t your honourable mercenaries ala Jaster Mereel yet. Rather, they are displaced and disaffected people who have no other trades or possibilities to ply them in the war-torn galaxy. So they take any jobs and if there are no jobs, do a bit of plundering on the side. This diaspora and disarray lasts for the next 300 years or so. It takes several centuries and galactic wars of cultural change, before Mandalorians have grappled with the after-effects of the Mandalorian wars, turned from worshiping the old gods into believing primarily in the Manda, turned their focus from conquest into thriving in adversity, and developed the philosophical tradition of military ethics that eventually produces Jaster Mereel and his likes.

All of this to say: when we’re thinking about the etymologies of Modern Mando’a words, we should be thinking of these first few generations of non-Taung Mandalorians. But when we’re thinking of the definitions of the words as they’re used today, we should think of the cultural change that came afterwards. So for example: verd was probably originally a mercenary, but over time came to mean a soldier. Verdin was originally “loot, plunder” or one’s share of it that whoever was in charge of the payroll doled out after a campaign (based on one’s role, performance, etc). In time, it became to mean other kinds of rewards and fruits of one’s labour.

[tamamatango]

To Chase a Butterfly Chapter 11 Release

I don't have a funny image this time I am too tired after crunching for this chapter.

As pledged, the second part of the big ol’ chapter I split in half arrives not too long after! Hoo nelly did I need that extra time. Anyway, if you missed KuruDoro stuff last chapter, don’t worry—this one’s got it in spades. Some questions will be answered, but others will arise. Enjoy the ride…

…and once you’re done with that, come on back to this post for some pretty disorganized RESEARCH NOTES!! In my attempt to be somewhat historically and geographically accurate to the real world with certain parts of this story, I have been doing a little extra homework. Some of this was present back in Chapter 7, but I feel it’s particularly helpful here. None of this is absolutely necessary to understand the plot on the reader end, but I think it’s interesting and also provides context to some of the details!

Obviously, spoilers for the chapter below.

Layout of Vanavara: As Kururu says in the chapter, in the early 20th century at the time of the Tunguska event, Vanavara was a trading post area where both Russian settler families and indigenous Evenki (more on them next) lived, but there weren’t that many people there permanently. According to the Krasnoyarsk archival agency, the “faktoriya” (or “factory” as Kururu reads, which is kind of a false friend as it actually means “trading station”) was founded back in 1899. (Fun fact: I am much like Kururu here in that I don’t know Russian but I did have to memorize the Cyrillic alphabet to read loan words for a class I took when I was doing my linguistics degree!) There aren’t really pictures of the area at this time, at least not that I could find, so I imagined it containing both izba and Evenki-styled chums. I modeled the faktoriya building on the picture in the VK post from 1932, though where Kururu and Dororo are warped to is a bit earlier (I didn’t decide an exact year, but let’s say it’s somewhere between two and five years following Tunguska, so solidly pre-Soviet, and also before Tunguska researchers like Leonard Kulik found their way there). This is getting more into Chapter 7 territory, but Vanavara’s highlights look more like this today (actually this webpage is closer to the time it is in the present for this story—2008—than it is to 2024). The area really only became famous after Tunguska, since it was the closest named population center at the time, and most documentation on it is Tunguska-related. Here’s a short article about what you might find there now (also includes good mentions of the Evenki). Though I did not use any names of real people that were in Vanavara/the surrounding area at the time, parts of this segment were also informed by this paper documenting Evenki viewpoints of the Tunguska event and its aftermath; Vanavara is mentioned here a few times. (Ironically there is an Anton cited in the article but not an original resident and it's a coincidence I pinky promise I had that name decided forever ago :V)

The Evenki people: I’ve already mentioned them a few times now since they were even closer to the Tunguska event than the Russians at the time, but this bullet I feel is really important to include, especially since I decided to keep in line with the anime by making the characters directly connected to Tsukeke Russians, who are technically settlers on indigenous land even though in Vanavara specifically settler and indigenous relations were apparently peaceful. The use of the Cyrillic alphabet in 229 itself does imply that it was a Russian fighting the Quietite, because Evenki is its own language, but it didn’t have a writing system until the 1920s, which was created based on the dialect spoken around Tunguska. I’ve been considering this since all the way back in Chapter 7, but I couldn’t fit any mentions in there without it sounding kinda out of place in an unbelievable way, as in it would sound even more like my mouthpiece than something the characters would say in context. (Although Dororo would absolutely support land back and indigenous rights, don’t tell me I’m wrong)

So yeah, Evenki are said to be originally from southern Siberia, though there are groups in China and Mongolia too. In fact, they were formerly called “Tungus” by Russians, though that is not their self-determined name, and Tungusic now describes the language family. (Yes yes I know citing Wikipedia is a meme but like you can always click the sources) As with many, many indigenous peoples the world over, Evenki are still around today, but have faced historical social challenges on account of forced assimilation by Russians (especially starting in the Soviet era, when many were forcibly reorganized) and continued marginalization/cultural erasure by colonialist power. Rather than try to narrate this topic myself I’m gonna put some relevant links here to check out:

Details on the history of the Evenki population in Siberia

History of Evenki reindeer herding (I am not sure if reindeer were kept in Vanavara itself despite my reference to farming in the chapter, but many of the nomadic tribes in the area were reindeer herders)

Academic paper: “Indigenous People and Political Agenda: the Issue of Social and Ecological Change of the Nomadic Siberian, the Evenki, in Russia”

Russian name diminutives: This is relevant to the names I gave Anton’s family. In Russian, first names can be shortened based on intimacy, and diminutive forms are used with family, close friends, etc. So the actual name of Sasha is Aleksandr and Gelya’s is Angelina. Similarly, they call Anton “Antosha”. Tsukeke would likely also have called him that but not in narration to Kururu and Dororo which is why he didn't use it earlier. Also yeah I went with alliterative naming look I know it sounds lame but the main human cast in this series are all named after either seasons or directions it’s not that out of place. (And I do have a reason for going with Anton at least but I'll reveal it later prob.) Here is an explainer on how Russian first names work. And two Reddit posts that helped me out a bit as well. As far as I can tell I don’t think any of the names I picked are really anachronistic, even if they might’ve gotten more or less popular over time. (Also if anyone here speaks Russian and wants to give a contribution or correction please do)

Okay that’s it! Am I putting way too much thought into this tangential plot point in a Keroro Gunso fanfiction, maybe! They don’t call me Pedantikirb for nothing! (Nobody has actually called me that) But I try to do my due diligence both in terms of series canon and real life stuff, especially when a) marginalized groups come into play, and b) the series is at its core either a satire or a pastiche of WWII-era Japanese imperialism depending on how you look at it, so I wanna make myself clear as to where I stand in real life. Write responsibly everyone, you never know who your fiction will impact!

[illfoandillfie]

Thanks for the request! I think I’ve figured out why tumblr isn’t letting me post these things as actual replies to the asks. Apparently, from what I’ve been able to find out, ask responses have a character limit of a little over 4000. But I’m using a lot fuckin more than that to write a 1000 word blurb, so it keeps giving me error messages. I’m making this post in the legacy editor because I think it works better but you have to use the new editor when replying to asks and its a whole fuckin thing. It’s 1am rn but in the morning I might investigate xkit or something to see if theres an easier fix. If anyone knows anything please tell me lmao.

ANYWAY back to the smut. I had totally forgotten about the original blurb so if you need a refresher you can find it here. This one picks up right after the spanking is finished.

Warnings: references to spanking and public humiliation, degradation (whore/slut), semi-public sex, bathroom sex, fingering, p in v sex, references to oral sex (f receiving) and recording. i think thats it but its 1am so let me know if i missed something big

When you left the studio it was with teary eyes and a stinging bum. You kept your head down as you headed for the door, not wanting to meet anyone’s eye. Flirting with Roger had been fun, teasing him with your short skirt had been fun, and wearing no knickers just in case he wanted something to happen had definitely been fun. But you realised now you hadn’t quite known what you were getting yourself into. Had the spanking happened under different circumstances you were sure you’d have been nothing but pleased. But Roger had chosen to bend you over his knee in front of a room full of men – his bandmates and audio technicians who worked at the studio. It had been humiliating knowing they were silently watching it happen, listening to each crack of Roger’s palm against your arse. And, the worst part was how horny it had left you. You’d been aroused before the spanking but now you were wet. Pulling the door closed, you took a moment to lean against it, hoping to get your breathing under control and calm down.   “Rog, what the fuck?” Someone’s muffled voice asked, though it was difficult to know exactly who. “I can’t believe you just did that to her.” “What? She’s been throwing herself at me all day.” That last one had been Roger and he seemed completely indifferent to your humiliation. You couldn't bear to hear anything else and absolutely didn’t want to be around the next time one of them came looking for assistance. So you fled to the ladies room.

It was quiet in the bathroom. You washed your face and used the mirror to examine the red patches Roger had left on your arse cheeks. Try as you might, you couldn’t help thinking about the incident. In the moment you’d barely thought of the audience you had, only noticing once the hits had stopped and you’d stood up and seen them all frozen in place. And even then it had taken you a few seconds to realise what it meant. In the immediate aftermath your mind had been completely occupied with thoughts of fucking Roger, of how insanely horny you were. You shook your head, cringing away from your reflection as you replayed the whole thing in your mind again. Needing to sit down to try and process the whole thing, you shut yourself in one of the stalls and sat on the closed toilet lid, pressing your palms to your eyes like you could delete the afternoon from your memory.   Suddenly the door to the bathroom squeaked. Maybe you could sneak out of the building and just go home, call in sick for a few days.   “Y/N?” a familiar voice called. You breathed in sharply and then cursed yourself when you watched the person’s feet move across the bathroom and stop outside your stall. “Are you okay?” Roger asked. Since he knew you were there, you decided it’d be best to face him straight away rather than waiting him out. With a deep breath for courage you opened the door and walked to the sink, refusing to look at him. “Well Roger, you just spanked me in front of a bunch of people, some of whom I will have to work with after your band leaves. So no, not really.”   Roger had the decency to look a bit sheepish but you were too busy trying to explain how horrible it had been to let him get a word in. “You humiliated me. I had no idea that was what you intended and I wasn’t expecting it to happen in the studio and then after the punishment you didn’t even try to touch me let alone get me off.” Roger’s rapidly appearing smirk made you stop and realise what you’d just said.   “No, oh my god, no that’s not what I meant to say.” “I knew you enjoyed the spanking.” “Shut up, no. That’s not-” “Well love,” Roger said still smirking, “I didn’t cum either and I would have followed you sooner if I’d been able to stand up, but it took me a few minutes to calm the old fella down. Even just thinking about all your adorable little whimpers and squeals now has got me stiff as a rock. So I think theres a way to solve both our problems.” You hesitated, once again taken off guard by Roger, and unsure what to do. He deserved to be turned down, at least until he’d apologised properly. And yet, you were tempted to agree with his idea.   Sensing your indecision, Roger said, “No audience this time, no punishment. If anything, this is a reward for taking a spanking so well. You deserve to cum. You deserve my cock.” It was infuriating how cocky he was and yet you began talking yourself into it, excited to have the chance to actually fuck him.  Roger was hot and the spanking had been hot and if he was half as good as he obviously thought he was then you wanted to experience it. “Okay.” “Good girl,” he half growled, turning you around and pressing on your back to make you bend over, “would have been a waste not to fuck you after you went to all the trouble of not wearing panties. Now let’s have a look at you.” You whimpered as he pushed your skirt up, examining the results of your punishment.   He let out a hum as he ran his hands softly over the skin, “Faded a little but it looks very good on you. If my cock wasn’t about to break through my jeans I’d give you a few more just to see how you handle it.” But, no matter how mean he sounded, Roger’s touch was nothing but nice. He delicately traced around the hardest hit parts, which still smarted, and then trailed his hands down to your pussy lips.   You panted, the arousal you’d felt from being bent over his knee immediately rekindled.   “You really are a whore,” he growled, fingers becoming more insistent as they worked into your hole, “Can feel how much you’re enjoying this already.” You just nodded at him through the mirror, trying to retain some dignity by not outright begging for more.   Roger’s attention was mostly focused on watching his fingers disappearing into your cunt, monitoring how easily you were accepting new ones, how frequently you clenched with the need for more.   “Think you’re ready for my cock now.” He suddenly announced, unbuckling his belt.   “I am, Roger,” you whined as you lost his touch, pushing yourself back to try and hurry him. Roger just laughed at your eagerness as he pushed his pants down and took his cock in hand.   “No condoms, sorry. But I’ll pull out and cum on your arse, promise.” “Okay,” you nodded, sure his naked cock would feel so much better than a condom. He notched his tip at your entrance, “Just tell me when you’re close to I can be ready, okay?” “Okay, okay, just put it in already.” You caught his smirk in the mirror again but quickly lost it as he sheathed himself in your heat, pushing deeper than you’d expected on the first thrust. Your arms shook and you lowered yourself to rest on your forarms, moaning as he worked himself into you.  

Roger’s pace quickened immediately, each thrust coming quicker than the one before. His hands gripped you tight, one alternating between toying with your sore arse and your clit, the other pressing down on your back to keep you angled the way he wanted. You didn’t try to fight him either. The angle was working just as well for you, making you gasp and moan as he rubbed against some truly delicious spots. And whenever he decided he’d been quiet for too long, Roger was sure to come out with something new to say, calling you degrading names and talking about how good you felt for him. Before long the combination of your humiliating arousal from being spanked, his grade A dirty talk, and the physical sensations of being fucked so well, had your body tightening on the verge of orgasm. “C-Close,” you managed to gasp, the familiar sensation of nearing release sitting in the pit of your stomach.   And then suddenly Roger stopped. You whined desperately and tried your best to fuck yourself backwards onto his cock but he wouldn’t let you move, pinning you to the benchtop instead. “Please, you promised.” “Oh don’t worry, I’ll let you cum. Twice even, since you obviously love my cock so much. I just have one request.” Letting your head drop to your arms you asked him what he meant.   “Stay late with me tonight.” “What? Late? Why?” “I might have incidentally got your spanking on tape earlier and I’d like to have a matching recording of your pathetic, desperate moans.” “Roger!” you felt flustered again and couldn’t quiet meet his grinning reflections eye.   “I swear I didn’t mean to. I didn’t realise they’d started recording. But listening to you be a filthy slut while I eat you out or full your needy cunt would be much easier to get off to.” You hid your head in your arms again but Roger forced you to look up. “No one else heard the first recording and no one else would hear this one. Just me. So I can think of you while I wank.” You tried to squirm again but he grabbed your hips to still you and you broke, “Okay, anything you want Roger, please just let me cum.” “That’s my good cock whore.” he cooed, pulling out and ramming back into you as his fingers found your clit once more, “two orgasms now, like I said.” You just nodded as your denied orgasm picked up again, rapidly building to a strong climax. But even after you came Roger didn’t stop, relentlessly rubbing your clit and pounding into your cunt, rushing you into a second orgasm.” You were nearly sobbing as Roger pulled out entirely and stroked himself off onto your arse. And you were still leaning against the bench, dazed and satisfied, as he did his pants back up and moved to the bathroom door.   “I’ll see you tonight.”  

[starrcrossrose]

Omg, Idk if my previous ask got through, it just said „hello“ so if it did, ignore that please, if not…please ignore this too?? XD anywayy, as more and more pieces of the Villain Leo Au/Story are being released, I was wondering, might you share a bit about your writing process? I noticed that the Aftermath is built very differently from other fanfics since you change perspectives constantly, but you also „rewind“ a bit every time you do that. And I was wondering, when you have an idea for a story, do you immediately write prompts or do you plan out the story before you write anything and how do you do with the Aftermath and Villain Leo? Thank you in advance <3

Hello hello! I didn't get your other message so this works hehe.

As far as a writing process... it definitely differs from fic to fic and story to story. Usually I imagine a scene and that's my springboard, and that can be at any point in the story. I've even had something as simple as a song painting a vivid picture in my head and have built entire stories off of that before -- like my Project Kitsune story.

In fact, I have a LOT of stuff planned for the V!AU already but everything I've actually written is too far in the future of the plot for me to share just yet. (oops LOL)

The Aftermath was originally only supposed to be 4 chapters *wheeze*, so that one... I was already handling differently. But then it continued to form and grow into the monster (/aff) that it is now. But I still wanted to stick with the theme of diving into each character and how they were handling everything post-invasion. That means I wanted to see how they felt during the time they thought that Leo was gone, as well as how they were feeling AFTER. Also, switching POV's per chapter was pretty normal for me as a kid! It's been nice to write that way again as an adult.

Ironically, the V!Leo AU isn't much different. I watched a video that sent my brain into a "what if" spiral and it just continued to grow from there! It also pulled in some of my good friends and they have been a HUGE help and lots of fun to plan the story out with. I had some ideas but having others to brainstorm with has been extremely fun and useful. Also, one simple question changed a lot of the trajectory of certain relationships and now there are characters in this AU I never expected to put here. But it made it so much more interesting.

If there's one thing I love to do, it's to write character studies. I love world building and such in my original works too, but my favorite thing to do is write characters. If you have strong characters that make you feel a lot of things, sometimes even a weaker plot can still work.

Uhhh this is probably a longer response than you intended to get LOL. But, my writing process tends to be centered a lot around "what if's" in fanfic, and in original works, it's a lot of "what's fresh but also familiar". I also used to not make notes and now I HAVE to or I write myself into a corner. Having a spot for notes and ideas is important bc even if they change, at least you don't get lost as easily. Especially with something like the V!AU which uh... takes place over several long years.

[aggravateddurian]

So... I wrote a Myers x V fanfic...

The President's Lady (2366 words) by Aggravated_Durian Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Cyberpunk 2077 (Video Game) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Rosalind Myers/V, Solomon Reed & V (Cyberpunk 2077) Characters: V (Cyberpunk 2077), Rosalind Myers (Cyberpunk 2077), Solomon Reed (Cyberpunk 2077), Judy Alvarez, Alena "Alex" Xenakis, Bianca (Cyberpunk 2077), Chester Bennett, Jago Szabó Additional Tags: Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Implied/Referenced Brainwashing, Alternate Universe, Spoilers, Major Original Character(s) Series: Part 1 of Chorus Timelines: A Cyberpunk 2077 Fanfic Series Summary: Based on the new ending to Cyberpunk 2077: Phantom Liberty (The Tower). The year is 2079. Vega 'V' Hawse awakes in an unfamiliar setting with familiar faces, namely, Rosalind Myers and Solomon Reed. She learns that she has been in a coma for two years, and that Myers has been keeping tabs on her recovery. Driven by a new sense of duty to the NUSA, and a personal devotion to Rosalind Myers, V becomes the President's personal FIA agent, and the pair are rarely separate for long. Rumours abound Washington of the nature of their relationship. Is it merely business, or is there something else going on? Meanwhile, in Night City, people deal with the changes in the aftermath of V's presumed death at the hands of Adam Smasher inside Arasaka Tower. Left with the important task of continuing Judy Alvarez's work in tuning virtus for the Mox after her departure from Night City with her new wife, Bianca, Valerie Ocampo-Gonzalez (first seen in Brother's Shadow) and her wife, Melanie, bristle under the weight of Judy's legacy with the Mox. All the while, a conspiracy begins to unfold.

Thank you to @wanderingaldecaldo but also everyone else who has enabled my spiral into Myers brainrot.