#virtue and vitriol shenanigans

[lockstepwiththeuniverse]

MY GORGEOUSLY TALENTED FRIEND @terzoslisteningtochappelroan DREW MY NAMELESS GHOUL DUO

FIRST ONE IS MY GAL VIRTUE (PURPLE) AND SECOND IS MY BOY VITRIOL (BLUE)

Also, if you know where I got their names from, I’ll love you forever.

[rosalindthe2nd]

By virtue of having a child who is obsessed with the BBC series Merlin, I am re-entering my Arthurian phase. This was big for me in my childhood but, perhaps fittingly, the memories are like the ruined towers of a once glorious palace, grown over with ivy and crumbled to almost nothing. Mostly I remember that my sister and I had a league table of our favourite knights, which we announced to each other like it was the top ten in the charts.

So I am re-entering the world of Arthuriana with almost no relevant information but a lot of excitement and a deepened love because I now picture Arthur looking like a young Bradley James.

First up, I’ve read Tennyson’s Idylls of the King! A weird choice because it’s earlier than TH White and later than Mallory, both of which I plan to read. But I love Tennyson so also the best place to start up a new league table of knights.

What will follow (for my own entertainment) is the Knights of the League Table based on what we see of them in the Idylls of the King, from lowest to highest in true top ten style.

Sadly I had to omit Merlin who would have been at or near the bottom (“For men at most different as heaven and earth, But women, worst and best, as Heaven and Hell” - say what now?!?! Even in a work predictably wringing with soggy sexism that’s quite a slap in the face.). I’m with Bellicent when she says “So Merlin riddling anger’d me”, nothing worse than people who are deliberately obscure to try to sound clever. But he’s not a knight so there we go. Similarly all the women. And some great knights, like lovely Sir Balan, what a wonderful brother, who are too minor as characters to feature. I also can’t include Sir Mordred because I hate him too much to be rational about it.

Meaning that we start with the bottom of the table today! And in at the very bottom at number 12 is Sir Pelleas.

And this is why:-

- Good that he doesn’t slay Gawain and Ettarre in their sleep despite temptation I suppose

- BUT not to agree with Ettarre who is the most horrible lady, but it is very hard to “bide at peace, Affronted with his fulsome innocence”!

- He over idolised Arthur and Lancelot (and Guinevere) and then over reacted massively to them not living up to it and I know that the theme of the pernicious effects of Lancelot and Guinevere and their shenanigans ripples throughout the whole work but it’s way more irritating with this guy than most.

- “The sight Of her rich beauty made him at once glance More bondsman in his heart than in his bonds.” Yawn.

- Literally runs over a poor cripple (Tennyson’s word choice, not mine) and leaves him bruised and battered ffs?!?!

- Actually becomes the horrific Red Knight in the Last Tournament who is so vitriolic and insanely spiteful that it’s scary. But is almost less off-putting in that guise than in his persistently and self-flagellatingly devoted guise tbh.

- Objectively the worst. Urgh.

[straighttohellbuddy]

for the fanfic ask game, 6, 18, 19 and 20. love you -🐈‍⬛

hello my beloved!! thank you for these!! my answers ARE long because i am insufferable and love talking about my writing!!

6. Opinions on the 5 + 1 theme?

I genuinely love reading and writing it. I think it's a fun structure to write within!

18. Be honest. How many WIPs do you have at the moment?

JUST for this blog it's 19. yes i consider all of these wips, yes theyre are ALL sitting in my drafts half written. i'm haunted by everything i never publish. if any of these jump out at any of you, send me a message it may just spark my interest again:

aftertaste - yandere!ghostbur-revivebur x reader (title to change)

maybe stupid and cute are enough - yandere!las nevadas!quackity x reader (again, title to possibly change)

but you're talking in your sleep - cc!wilbur x sister-innit!reader (currently at 24k and nearly done)

blood of the covenant - HTLGI side story about the whole corpse & reader adopting bench trio thing

die mad about it - dream/sapnap/famous!reader

untitled meta fic about the reader realising the difference between canon & non canon which is hard to describe so here, to show what i mean;

"This feels like a war crime," but there's a voice in the back of your mind that says something else, something you don't quite understand; I'm pretty sure this violates the Geneva Conventions.

"Oh yeah? And who exactly is going to stop me? One of the other war criminals?" Jschlatt spits, but for some strange reason, you hear an echo of his voice in your head, spoken still with vitriolic sarcasm, but his words don't quite make sense; show me where Geneva is in this world, Y/N, show me on the map. The intent is still the same, still who cares, who cares, who cares, I'm going to kill you, but it's like the arguing voices in your mind are your intentions, and the words you speak are done so through an automatic filter without even meaning to.

Idiots-To-Lovers 4/Finale - dream/reader

neither of us will be missed 4 (parts 1,2,3 already completed by unpublished) - dream/reader squid game AU

covered in the colours pulled apart at the seams - ghostbur/reader

but never zero - c!foolish/god of probability!reader

get golden - dream/lighting designer & streamer!reader

god's perfect idiot - cc!wilbur/reader - reader is a chaos gremlin who joins the smp; shenanigans get used for angst in the lore

untitled cc!quackity/reader friends to lovers

everything about you is something that you stole - c!quackity/villain!reader - what you love you devour backstory fic

How The Light Gets In Parts 3,4,5 - supernatural creatures au - corpse/reader

what you love you devour - c!wilbur/villain!reader

(what are we if not) divine comedy - c!technoblade/reader/c!corpse - established reader/techno as a power couple attempting to woo corpse

take your chances (before they take you first) - corpse/reader mafia AU

keep my pretty name out of your mouth - corpse/reader - queerplatonic/fwb kind of situation

19. What’s something you so desperately want to write, but you haven’t gotten around to it yet?

if i want to write something i'll write it, it just depends on whether i'll follow through and finish and publish it, so i'll take this as something i desperately want to finish and show the world but haven't gotten around to yet, and i have a few.

How The Light Gets In - i'm haunted and vexed because im so in love with that universe.

“Can you stop trying to corrupt Sykkuno for five fucking minutes, Y/N?” He’d snapped during a meeting while you were obviously the imposter, trying to get Sykkuno on your side like a silver-tongued serpent. While the others had laughed about it, you had gone noticeably quiet. Enough so that there was a growing sense of dread in the pit of his stomach, hair standing up on the back of his neck.

While Corpse’s words were said with genuine irritation, the next words out of your mouth were frankly venomous.

“Sorry we can’t all be a paragon of fucking virtue, Corpse,” you’d spat, and the rest of the VC had gone dead silent. Corpse swallowed hard, furious that you’d managed to pierce his armour and point out his insecurity with one sentence.

What You Love You Devour - again, over 20k, i just reread it and like.... it needs so much work but i LOVE villain!reader, and also q corruption arc my beloved,, here is a moment from the reader finally snapping and confronting q in the prison when he's there to torture dream who'd agreed to revive wilbur in exchange for a favour;

“Before breaking your cheap, little heart, I hadn’t been honest a day in my life; everyone had told you as much, you chose to ignore them; did you think you could fix me?” You gave a harsh laugh, stepping forward, crowding him into taking a step back, expression irate, trying to keep up his strong front, “Actually, I guess, wow, you did; since you, I haven’t told a lie,” and you gave him a derisive look, “because fucking you up wasn’t a challenge, making you fall in love with me wasn’t a challenge, getting you to the point where you’d die for me? Not a fucking challenge, Quackity. You offered me your life and it fucking bored me.

AND MOST IMPORTANTLY IM DESPERATE TO FINISHED BUT YOU'RE TALKING IN YOUR SLEEP it means so much to me rn

“You and your flatmates are the hipster crowd, you don’t need my help with that,” you point out, instead immediately offering the alternative of, “you should slap it in the corner of your first album.” The assuredness of your words, even amidst this joke, catch him by surprise. First album, as if you knew there’s be more than one. But you’re still talking; “you know I do mean weird bitch as a compliment, right?”

“Y/N, you’re a weird bitch,” Wilbur says it fondly, say it like he means obviously. You beam.

“See that’s what I like, you know? People are afraid to be weird bitches but weird bitches make the world go round.”

20. What is something that you know more than you will ever need to because you’ve done copious amounts of research about it for a fic?

hahaha that's the thing, i tend to take my hyperfixations and cram them into my fics, rather than research topics i'm not already interested in. the mafia? an old hyperfixation. lighting design? my profession. the music industry? my last BIG hyperfixation was classic rock and i wrote 600k about that and i have family history there. Dante Alleghri's Divine Comedy? i own it and have already read it for fun. aslkjfslkdjfh even going beyond youtube fics i can't really think of researching something FOR a fic that i didn't already have a vested interest in. a detailed knowledge of A Midsummer Night's Dream? i was in the play as Puck when i wrote that fic. the suburban layout and culture of a small australian lake-side town? set in my grandfather's old town. the process of addiction recovery? i'm in AA -

WAIT NO I'VE THOUGHT OF ONE

michellin stars. i dedicated a reasonable amount of time finding out how the michellin star system came to be and when it was expanded to America, and the history from there, for a oneshot for a developed classic rock OC lmfao,, and yes, michellin stars and michellin tyres ARE the same michellin.

[sasorikigai]

"Your suffering, and that of your family, has not been in vain, Grandmaster." Raiden ducks his head low in a bow of apology, as if he could have prevented the massacre himself. Perhaps he could have, but whatever the case, he did not and he understands the sorrow of loss, no matter how difficult it may be to believe. "I know it is too high a price to have paid, but that tragedy will not go unpunished. Not forever." [Scorpion]

Random Inbox Shenanigans || @bastardsunlight || always accepting 

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || If he was still a roaming spectre with emotions brimming with vitriol vengeance, his unbidden emotions would be a devastating fire; a terrible ominousness would fill the air, and any light even through closed eyelids would become excruciatingly bright as thoughts would gallop like voracious bloodhounds. Yes, destiny is cruel, and unthinkable, and unpredictable, but so had he. Now, the hunger to redeem himself becomes the diaphanous, pristine, lightweight, and quiet strength, stronger than memory, as his morality fuels him anew and he’s no longer tainted with moribund conflagrations that dance through his veins. Instead of corruption, only crimson purity remains. 

Once, the tormented Shirai Ryu Grandmaster had blamed Lord Raiden for everything; beginning with his own short-lived life as the General, then even in resurrection, he would continue to imbibe himself in the bittersweet taste of inexorable loss and death of so many loved ones. As Hanzo would consistently imagine the rivulets of blood ribbon out in continuous trail, the shock of stark red against the parched dry ground of the ruined crumble of Shirai Ryu Temple, would forever haunt his reverie and even the waking moments with scalding hot and thick rapid fire like an oil spill, retaining the feverous heat of his own hellfire. Like a feral dog sinking its teeth into his heart, Hanzo would watch the everburning sun go down in murmurs as its waves continue to split and break before his dilated umber. 

The inertia of his state being strikingly familiar as such conversance with chaos as he glimpses in that instant between attentiveness and sempiternal oblivion. Home is neither a place nor a person, it’s a feeling. Home was the warmth of Harumi’s embrace, the tenderness of her kiss, the euphony of her face and gentle hubbub of the Old Shirai Ryu, which had been thicker than the erupting copious blood. The feeling of home is a luxury Hanzo can no longer afford, because it had been an undulating mirage all along. 

He no longer lives for the sake of living, as his own acceptance had brought a sense of clarity amidst the tumultuous upheaval of his trials and tribulations. The once-inculpating gaze towards the Thunder God saturates with respect and reverence, for his scars are no longer painful reminders of his affliction and the irreversible descension towards immorality and corruption, but his catalytic revitalization of magnanimous compassion and kindness, as his flames will engulf the radiant light as he would utilize his strength and power to extinguish and disintegrate infiltration of darkness and evil. 

His posture erect and his gaze evermore soulful and intense, this scintillating fire burns, spinning sphere in the middle of the vast universe that is Earthrealm. As long as his hellfire burns, any manifestation of evil will have to deal with the regained virtue of his intrepid heart and soul. “For a renewed flame already burns in my heart, as I have buried Harumi and Satoshi deep in my twisted and tangled veins of my heart. Through this reconstruction of Hanzo Hasashi, of the Shirai Ryu and all that associated unfurling of resurrected life within the world dwelling with unknown dreams and of my home, as the Fire Garden dwells and sustains through its effulgent embrace, I will do whatever it takes to protect the humanity and morality I hold in the stronghold of my hardened heart.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

[sasorikigai]

Random Headcanon Shenanigans || @paindealt​ || always accepting! 

Ever since he was mercilessly slaughtered and reforged from Hellfire from the ashes of the Netherrealm’s unfathomable depth, the Scorpion as we know only functioned on vitriol ire and vicissitudes of vengeance fibrillating beneath his skin. Before the Shirai Ryu was corrupted due to materialistic needs and being greedy (participating in Quan Chi’s mission to retrieve the artifact, which got Hanzo killed by Bi-Han), Hanzo Hasashi followed a strict code of ethics, close to Bushidō Code, which I already made a headcanon of. There are a lot of virtues he still struggles with (namely self-control, because his impulsiveness, impatience and occasional wrath is still persisting issue he still has difficulty managing), but all the others, specifically courage, compassion, honesty and duty and loyalty are aspects of him that he will forever abide by as long as he doesn’t regress back to becoming dominated by the Fire Demon’s entity. 

Unless one is Raiden or Kuai Liang (both canonically and through roleplaying, as there is a lot more built-up histories and chemistry even more so with @heamatic​‘s Raiden and your and @replicantarkivs​‘ Kuai Liang), no one truly knows what Hanzo Hasashi went through in-depth and intimately enough (down to the detail, to know enough of his PTSD and depression and lashing emotions that would turn their claws right back at his heart), so there’s a high probability that Hanzo will react with taciturn, diffused irateness (he will try his best to suppress erupting burst of emotions to come through) and mostly irritation.