#we battle corruption / stranger things.

[yandere-wishes]

hello it is i, your friendly neighborhood sol simp reporting for duty. i loved what you wrote for him last time, so i am here yet again to offer my thoughts that you are free to turn into stories if you so desire

consider: sol and darth teeth both have an intense fascination with you, and it comes to a head when they end up saber battling over who gets your heart (i think that since i have 2 hands, we can all learn to share but i digress)

alternatively: sith master sol. think of how wild the yandere vibes could be if he was just a little.... dark, a little fucked up if u will. he allows his desire to possess, his tendency for attachment to take hold until it corrupts him so deeply that he cannot let go of you

No cause this aligns almost perfectly with my original hopes for the series.

Before we knew anything about the show and just had one sentence to go off of for the plot. I genuinely thought it would be about a Sith acolyte disguised as a former padawan who slowly turns her former master to the dark side. All while plotting against her current Sith master. The story would have ended with the Jedi master and Sith acolyte killing the current Sith master. Then the Jedi master would become the new Sith acolyte and his padawon would be the new Sith master.

Anyway, I digress...

Imagine this...

You are Sol's new padawan, young and edger in all the ways a padawan should be. Desperate to uphold your Jedi legacy. But it's all so hard to become the perfect Jedi when your own master doesn't seem to believe in your abilities. He's smoldering, snuffing out your independence with cotton soft words that cut like blades. Sol constantly keeps you out of harm's way. Refusing to take you on dangerous missions or even let you out on your own. It's exhausting, tiring. Maybe that's why you run away. Maybe it's the guilt you feel whenever you see the unruly love glistening in Sol's soft eyes. He shouldn't love you like this. It's not the Jedi way. Not only have you disgraced your order, but you've ruined your master too. The shame chokes you, hot caol caught between your throat.

This is when "Darth Teeth" finds you. Wondering Coruscant, headed for the transport docks, desperate to flee away from everything. It's here where he tempts you, playing the role of an insightful stranger, a benevolent sympath. It's here where he slowly lures you in. You return to the Jedi temple that night, high off the promises of really learning the secrets of the force. Of training under a new master who wouldn't baby you. Little do you know you're decent to the dark side has already started.

You feel bad about deceiving Sol, truly you do. But it's his fault in the first place. He's the one who forced you into this corner...

Sol is pretty smart so I'm sure he'll piece together what's happening eventually. Maybe when -despite his best efforts- the council deems you ready to become a Jedi knight. It's then that he realizes you've been training under another. He decides to confront this "other master". It will definitely end in a battle between the two. While you're forced to sit there and watch.

I think an ending where -ultimately- Darth Teeth wins would make the most sense. Somehow he's able to turn Sol to the darkside and takes him as his new acolyte. While you, poor little doomed darling are forced to be their little lover. Ensnared once more in the cage you hate so much...

But I agree imagine just how suffocating a dark side Sol would be. He's allowed to embrace his feelings freely and let them control his every move. He'd be so possessive and protective of you!! Never letting you out of his sight, controlling every little thing you do.

I LOVE this concept so so much, the only problem is that the Acolyte has such a small fandom that idk if it warrants me making a full fic. But yeah let me know~💜

[itsscromp]

Hi :) I was wondering if I could request platonic mk1 syzoth and smokes interactions with a teenager that is a Spider-Man variant and has the abilities of miles morales maybe syzoth met her when they all got locked in Shang tsungs lab and then met smoke near the final battle or earlier which ever is better anyways have a goodnight/day <3

Syzoth/Reptile and Tomas Vbrada/Smoke x reader headcanons

A very cool idea anon, I love a little crossover, for this one I hope your ok with it as a headcanon, and if the reader is gender neutral, also I severely apologise for the delay

Warnings: mentions of blood and murder

Syzoth

You were imprisoned by Shang tsung and Quan chi, discovering your powers and hoped to learn a thing or two.

Your powers being bio electric volts and the abilities of a spider plus more.

Repeatedly tortured as they performed their experiments on you.

You were cold… hungry…. Tired….

But then you saw a new face that you haven’t seen before. Maybe he could help.

“Please… help me….”

His green eyes on you as he helped fix you up.

“I would love to help you… but I can’t… Shang tsung has my family, and if I don’t do what he says, he’ll kill them and me…”

You thought all hope was lost until you saw a group of people walk in, one had the tarkat in him.

Then the stranger came back and offered aid to one of them, also revealing that he is a zaterran.

“Woah…”

But then Shang tsung returned and grilled the man who is known as syzoth. Telling him to prepare for the replication experiment.

“You don’t have to do this..”

“It’s either you or my family” syzoth then released wild and corrupted infected with the tarkat to kill you all.

A man named Johnny cage saw you and freed you as well.

“Can you fight !!??”

“I can fight” you nodded.

Fending everyone from the infected, you showed off your strength, agility, and your bio electric powers, electrocuting them with just the palm of your hand.

“Damn kid.. you got some moves, hey could you be a stunt double for my next movie ??”

Syzoth fell to his knees, defeated after Baraka defeated him in Kombat.

“If I die… maybe he’ll spare my family”

“No…” you spoke up and went over to him. “We won’t murder you.”

“It’s mercy, not murder. Not that what I’ve done deserves yours”

“You were protecting your family… we would all do the same”

But then, Shang tsung appeared, angry that syzoth has failed his tasks and soon, flooded the chamber with poisonous gas, before leaving, revealed that he had killed syzoths family.

Heartbroken and angry, he then sought revenge on him. He aided your teams side.

“What is your name my friend ??”

“Y/n”

“I will honour you and your friends along side our shared quest to stop Shang tsung, it’s the least I can do to make amends”

Smoke

The stakes were high, the very nature of space and time were on the brink of collapse.

Shang tsung needed to be stopped.

You were surrounded by multiple variations of yourself, powerless you almost admitted defeat.

But then out of nowhere, the area surrounding you became dark, with blood being spilled as you stood there.

When it dissipated you saw a young man standing there in the middle of the carnage, before rushing to you and checking for any injuries.

“Are you alright my friend ??”

“I’m ok… thank you…”

“My name is Tomas, but you can call me smoke for now, quickly we must head to the top of the temple in order to get you home”

The treacherous climb began as the two of you fought waves of enemies before you.

Smoke demonstrated his practical magic as he fought. You doing so the same.

Even beginning to chain your attacks together to make lethal blows.

You reached the top together and fought Shang tsung one last time, Together you were an unstoppable force, one to be reckoned with.

With Shang tsung defeated you were now staring at the portal that would bring you home.

“It has been an honour to fight beside you my friend”

“As am I, my name is y/n…. I won’t forget you smoke”

Grateful for the journey you had with syzoth and smoke, these two have helped get you home. You would forever be loyal to them.

[itstimetotheorize]

In the sounds of nightmares, Noone say’s those too long in the Nowhere, forget, they lose parts of themselves. It’s just as we theorized, Thin Man and Six saw Mono, but no longer remembered him, the only thing left was a sense of familiarity they couldn’t understand.

To those who don’t know. Years ago, I and other theorists had theorized the Thin Man was a slave to the Tower, his mind infected with escapism by the Tower’s transmission just as it had done to every other Resident in the Pale City, his memories were gone, his mind guided and fueled by his own corrupted desires/instincts, he was not aware Mono was him, let alone knew who Six was. In terms of Six, we have always theorized she too was infected with escapism, but instead of a tv, it was through her music box.

Six had become addicted to the transmission and the comfort it brought her, which made it all the more painful when Mono destroyed her music box and forced her back into a reality she did not want to be a part of. In the end, Mono succeeded in severing the connection Six had to the Tower itself, he freed her from the transmission. Sadly, because of her time in the Nowhere, then later literally losing a part of herself(Dark Six) in the Pale City, followed by being corrupted by the transmission, as well as what was revealed in the 2017 comics, we theorized Six had also tragically lost her memory.

And so, despite the lingering familiarity she sensed from Mono after she became Monster Six, all this changed when she watched Mono destroy her music box, it was this moment which made Six view Mono as a threat, a stranger, rather than a friend. As a result of everything she had experienced, Six left Mono in the Tower, never knowing what Mono did to save her, and never realizing their battle was staged by the Tower itself to separate them. Six couldn’t remember anything…until later of course.

[richincolor]

New Releases - Week of June 25, 2024

We have four books that we're watching for this week. This week will bring us a romance and a whole lot of fantasy. 

Sleep Like Death by Kalynn Bayron Bloomsbury YA

Only the truly desperate – and foolish – seek out the Knight, an ancient monster who twists wishes into curses. Eve knows this first-hand: one of her mothers was cursed by the Knight and trapped in the body of a songbird. With the unique abilities to communicate with animals and conjure weapons from nature, Eve has trained all her life to defeat him.

With more and more villagers harmed by the Knight’s corrupt deals, Eve believes she’s finally ready to face him. But when Queen Regina begins acting strangely – talking to seemingly no one, isolating herself, and lashing out at the slightest provocation – Eve must question if her powers are enough to save her family and her kingdom.

Crashing Into You by Rocky Callen Henry Holt & Co.

In this fiercely moving YA romance novel, Leti Rivera’s love of street racing is put to the test when tragedy strikes her family and threatens to tear her apart from the boy she’s falling for.

Seventeen-year-old Leti Rivera dreams of becoming a famous female street racer. Her brother taught her how to drive so fast that nothing can catch her.

But when Jacob Fleckenstein crashes into her life, Leti starts to think that running isn’t always the answer. Together, inside her car, they both feel like they’re flying, and Jacob’s gentleness and honesty threaten Leti’s vow to keep her heart tight in her fist and her grief locked away.

Yet after tragedy strikes following a race, Leti blames herself and swears an oath, a juramento, to give up driving. But will she be able to keep her promise when racing could be the very thing that saves Jacob . . . and herself? Perfect for fans of Netflix’s Atypical and I Am Not Your Perfect Mexican Daughter.

We Shall Be Monsters by Tara Sim Nancy Paulsen Books

After her sister Lasya’s sudden death, Kajal vows to do whatever it takes to bring her back. No cost is too great, even if it means preventing Lasya’s soul from joining the cycle of reincarnation. But as Kajal prepares for the resurrection, her sister’s trapped soul warps into a bhuta—a violent, wraith-like spirit hell-bent on murdering those who wronged it in life. With each kill, the bhuta becomes stronger and fiercer, and Kajal’s chances of resurrecting Lasya with her soul intact grow slimmer.

Blamed for Lasya’s rampage and condemned as a witch, Kajal is locked away with little hope of escape. That is, until two strangers who label themselves rebels arrive and offer to free her. The catch: She must resurrect the kingdom’s fallen crown prince, aiding their coup to overthrow the usurper who sits the throne. Desperate to return to Lasya’s body, Kajal rushes to revive the crown prince . . . only to discover that she’s resurrected another boy entirely.

All her life, Kajal has trusted no one but her sister. But with Lasya dead and rebels ready to turn her over to the usurper’s ruthless soldiers, Kajal is forced to work with the boy she mistakenly revived. Together, they must find the crown prince before the rebels discover her mistake, or the bhuta finally turns its murderous fury on the person truly responsible for Lasya’s death: Kajal.

Children of Anguish and Anarchy (Legacy of Orïsha #3) by Tomi Adeyemi Henry Holt & Co.

New allies rise. The Blood Moon nears. Zélie faces her final enemy. The king who hunts her heart.

When Zelie seized the royal palace that fateful night, she thought her battles had come to an end. The monarchy had finally fallen. The maji had risen again. Zélie never expected to find herself locked in a cage and trapped on a foreign ship. Now warriors with iron skulls traffic her and her people across the seas, far from their homeland.

Then everything changes when Zélie meets King Baldyr, her true captor, the ruler of the Skulls, and the man who has ravaged entire civilizations to find her. Baldyr’s quest to harness Zélie’s strength sends Zélie, Amari, and Tzain searching for allies in unknown lands.

But as Baldyr closes in, catastrophe charges Orïsha’s shores. It will take everything Zélie has to face her final enemy and save her people before the Skulls annihilate them for good.

[erikiara80]

Will is paralleled to the god-like turtle of The Dark Tower and IT. Maturin, symbol of creation, light and protection

In the Byers' house there's a little detail, a turtle and a red flower, that might be a big reference to those stories, and a huge hint at Twelvegate and Will's creation powers.

(El and Shardik, the cyborg Bear)

@lilitblaukatz @chirpsythismorning @shippingfangirl013 I think you'll like this.

In The Dark Tower series the Rose symbolizes the Tower and a higher being. The Tower holds the multiverse together and protects it. In fact, in the darkness there are primordial, god-like monsters which will destroy everything, should the the Tower fall. But there are also benevolent god-like beings who protect the Tower and the multiverse. One of the most powerful is Maturin.

(From Stephen King's IT Wiki and VS Battles Wiki)

Maturin the Turtle A kind, wise, and compassionate cosmic being with god-like powers. He is said to be constantly withdrawn into his shell, but one of the occasions that he did come out of it was when he had a stomachache which caused him to vomit out the mainstream universe, (something that occured as he was belching up some sort of "egg") after which he promptly retreated back into his shell. He's one of the twelve Guardians of the six Beams that hold up the Dark Tower and ensure the survival of existence as a whole. He is light and kindness, and its nemesis is IT (Pennywise) who takes the shape of a clown and a giant spider. In the novel IT the member of the Losers Club who speaks to Maturin is Bill (William) Denbrough.

The parallels with Will are incredible! But there are two guardians for each Beam. In Stranger Things, two keys, Will and Eleven.

Maturin vomited the universe. IT laid eggs. In Vecna's mindspace there are eggs and little spiders. Will throws up Dart.

And near Castle Byers Hopper and Joyce find a egg, that is also a reference to Alien. Will's character has many feminine traits and is the one associated with birth and creation.

Nancy in S4: It's like the Christmas lights. When Will was in the UD lights came to life. Steve, in 3x01, when the gate opens: Let there be light.

But Vecna/One is using him, he wants to corrupt him. And I think that Henry was kinda like Will, and he was the first one who was corrupted (by R. Brenner and the particles?)

Will is Bastian, the artist who creates and build things. He built Castle Byers with Jon just the way he drew it. This is the first time someone mentions building something in the show, before the Mind Flayer tells Billy (William) that he wants him to build what he sees, and One asks El to help him re-shape the world. It's interesting that she refuses and also destroys Twelve's tower (I'll make a post about that too)

Speaking of Twelve. Maturin is one of the twelve guardians of the Beams that hold up the Dark Tower, and Will has been associated with the number 12 many times since S1. So, Twelve represents him. And we see him build a tower.

They focus on the tower because it's important, a hint at Will's powers. In the poster in his room there's a red building.

Maturin is a protector, but tends to withdrawn into his shell. Will is kind and quiet. Always quiet, Lucas says.

But he's Will the Wise, a Cleric, a healer (the poster of The Cure) In his very first scene Dustin tells him to cast protection, and in S2 he tells the others how they can defeat the Mind Flayer.

The UD is "stuck" on the day he went missing, his name is on the grandfather clock, and he was given the Forever Clock. So he is connected to time itself. And (SPOILERS ON THE DARK TOWER) in that series there's a multiverse and a time loop. So maybe ST is about many timelines in a time loop?

IT, Maturin's nemesis, can take the shape of a giant spider and represents chaos, destruction and darkness.

Will's enemy is the Mind Flayer/Vecna, a man (or two?) who merged with a cosmic being and wants to destroy the world.

But maybe there's also another parallel with The Dark Tower. The red storm of the Mind Flayer and the red tower that Twelve builds remind me of the Crimson King.

This is so epic!

I know this post is long, but there's another thing. I think it's interesting that the two scenes in the show where we see the I forgot your birthday card are the one in 2x04, when Will is possessed by Vecna/Mind Flayer, and the one in 1x02, when Will is in the UD and we see the turtle, and the light gets very bright, just like when Vecna uses his powers.

[ganymedesclock]

So that #Syrin the Dread Blade tag, thats a new one. Seems like a interesting character, a sentient sword, how did Tyler happen upon them? What does the sword look like, and does it have any special magical abilities? How do they like the other members of the party? Do they actually speak or do they have a telepathic voice?

Technically it's just a tagging misconception; I haven't tagged Syrin reliably before because his nature as a sword does mean he's kind of attached to Taylor. But he is his own dude!

A short primer: magic items in this setting tend towards a level of awareness. Magic is essentially what souls are made of, ergo, if you stuff enough magic in anything, it starts to have a soul, and behaves accordingly. Entities as fully developed and chatty as Syrin are rare; far more common is that magic items tend to feel just a little bit haunted, inclined towards some things and away from others. It's a bit creepy if you're not used to it; enchantments are commonplace and widely accessible, so that 'not being used to it' is more a statement on if the individual is used to handling a particular thing.

Syrin himself is the ostensible opus of the previous Lord of Darkness, a Dark Sword that was meant to contest and cancel out the legendary sword of light wielded by the hero. Ostensibly, because for unknown reasons Syrin was left in storage the eve of the fateful battle. Being groomed exclusively for this purpose by someone he regarded as a father and then abandoned for ten years definitely wasn't traumatic or terrifying for someone with the cognitive level of a child, we promise. Especially since Syrin needs to eat.

Syrin's construction, and what leads Taylor to point out he's a bit like a 'needle', is a crystal-bladed thrusting sword with a hollow core. Despite its delicate looks, the blade is actually both quite sharp and highly durable; the thin tube at the center being essentially his mouth, by which he is supposed to drink blood. His victims', if he can get it, or, failing that, magically drawn from his host. As a result his blade itself ranges from grayish translucence to dark red if he's gorged to fullness.

From there, he has the power to generate and shape a kind of magical flesh, allowing him to weave more elaborate forms around his core body, the sword.

As you can guess, this gives Syrin a somewhat unpleasant and brutish first impression on people, as he has no verbal filters, was raised by a would-be conqueror of the world, and is dependent on blood and thus interested in more fights than not. I've described him before as like a preteen on xbox live who talks up a nasty game mostly out of loneliness and a need to be liked, where you can tell the kid themselves is not as bad as the people who taught them all those words and that they were "funny".

Deep down (and not all that deep, like I said, no filters), Syrin is a vulnerable child who was groomed to do violence and got no experience with it until strangers came to loot the dangerous ruins he was held in, at which point he did what you'd expect a strong but sheltered child to do faced with a home intruder, and killed/devoured that individual in a panic. His first kill being no glorious conflict or victory approved by his father, but essentially a desperate scramble in the dark with himself on the edge of fatal starvation messed him up even more than ten years of silence.

Enter Taylor and party, who happen to pass through those same environments. Syrin makes an attempt to body-snatch Taylor that fails due to the latter's particular properties, and Taylor, being both a good-hearted person and a stubborn busybody, feels obligated to bring this chatterbox with them and attempt to bully him into developing some sense of tact while Syrin attempts to Corrupt His New Wielder To Violence.

This doesn't work because Syrin has no real ideas how to go about corrupting someone besides loudly telling them to stab things more, while Taylor is an apprentice surgeon and mortician who is a lot more desensitized to bodies and their workings such that if they have a weapon, they'll at least consider it as a solution to most problems. So the punchline is that Syrin is more often thrown/flabbergasted by Taylor than vice versa, while the latter just sees him as a sort of annoying kid who's easily talked into almost anything as long as you compliment him first.

[lloydfrontera]

Is there any possibility that the readers of the knight of blood and iron would ship og Javier and Tyrant Alicia?

To be honest, as someone who enjoys both Knight/Queen and Doomed guy alive/Corrupted woman, their chemistry and their potential in the og novel is so delicious :P

(Also, I know that tged Javier/Alicia is such a crack ship but lol)

it is a crack ship and yet! you're not the first person to ask me about it! another nonnie had just about the same idea a while ago 🤭

i kinda talked myself into liking it and while i still find a bit farfetched in canon, fanon is a completely different beast. yes i do see the fandom being big on og javier and tyrant alicia.

this is a fandom that most certainly thrives on seeing their blorbo suffer through the Horrors™, they wouldn't be able to resist such an angsty ship.

also i'm obsessed with the dynamic you gave them. corrupted woman trying to destroy everything in her path and man doomed to live though the tragedies. forever locked in battle. unstoppable force meets immovable object. it is very compelling when you put it like that.

the issue would be getting those two to not kill each other on first sight but fandom has concocted weirder premises. they could figure it out.

personally i'm thinking of a twist of the yi city arc from mdzs, with an injured alicia being separated from her troops for some reason and javier helping her without being aware of just who he is taking care of. seeing as we never get confirmation these two even met in person in the novel, we can handwave away javier not recognizing the tyrant queen as him either never seeing a good portrait of the queen or her changing so much in the years after her descend into madness that she looks nothing like what he'd expect of her.

alicia would bristle at the idea of having to relay on a stranger, a vagrant knight at that, for help, her paranoia and distrust not allowing her to accept javier's aid easily, always being on edge waiting for him to stab her in the back. only to slowly realize that no, there's no hidden motive, javier is just,,, like that. to everyone who needs his help. she's not special, she's not important, she's not anyone of interest to him. and he's still helping her because it's the right thing to do. i think that would break through her insanity a little bit, realizing that she's not,,, someone javier would have any interest on betraying because as far as he knows he has nothing to gain from it.

the relief of finally for the first time in years being allowed to lower her guard because there's no threats around her would allow her mind to regain some of the clarity she'd lost in the midst of her feelings of betrayal and pain.

javier treating her like a person would make her be alicia again and not just the tyrant queen.

meanwhile javier is just. really glad there's been no attacks by the queen recently, cause he really doesn't want to let the injured woman he found on the side of the road all by herself again. she's clearly not well and has been hurt a lot in the past and he wants to make sure she's okay before they go separate ways.

and it's nice. to not be so alone. most of the people he helps have homes and families to go back to and he doesn't begrudge them for that but it does make it all the more lonely to constantly move from one place to another, knowing he has nowhere to go back to.

the woman isn't nice, her words are biting and full with suspicions and threats, she won't even tell him her name but when he asked if there was anywhere safe she could go to, friends or family she could turn to for help, her silence spoke for her.

it's selfish of him. but he's glad they get to have one another, if only for a little while. he knows it won't last, the queen or lupellan or another threat will rise up once again and he'll leave to protect the people that need it. but for now. it's nice.

god like i said i will talk myself into liking if i think about it for too long alkshdkhjkdsf

[vewyscawywriting]

Scythes and Kisses

Fandom: League of Legends

Pairing: Rhaast x F!Summoner!Reader x Kayn

Wordcount: 2541

Tags: Vaginal and oral sex, a little bloodplay, marking, rhaast has a ridged dick

Summary: When Kayn AND Rhaast walk into the room you are in, you should already know what's gonna happen to you.

You and Kayn were friends with benefits. A lot of benefits. This relationship had formed ever since he and you first had made a contract together, and you were quickly charmed by the (some would call) edgelord. 

Other than his lore and his looks you didn't think he was that much of an edgelord personality wise though. As a matter of fact you thought he was pretty normal his entire life considered. 

Something that definitely wasn't normal was the fact that both him and Rhaast walked into the living room when you were just lounging about. 

"What in the-" you started, as your eyes fell upon the Darkin, free from his Scythe prison, and Kayn, free from the Darkin. That wasn't normal. There was no way this could happen. But after you blinked a couple of times, taking in both men - and taking them in well -, you decided that what the hell, stranger things had happened in this room.

"Welcome, both," you said, eyes still glued to both men, who were kind of just... standing in the doorway, as if they too had no idea what to make of their separate bodies. "Um, what happened?"

A strange look came over both of them as you spoke, their eyes on you as well. No words were spoken between them, though it did feel like they came to a conclusion together, especially with the way a grin grew on both their faces while they made their way to you. 

"Guys?"

You were grabbed by Rhaast, who threw you over his shoulder and slapped your ass for good measure. 

"Hey!" you yelled as you were taken to your bedroom, and thrown on the bed without much ceremony. You bounced a couple times before you were pinned by Kayn. 

"Hey," he said, and grinned at your frowning face. "Remember that time we had sex with Rhaast corrupting half of me? And he was all pissy he couldn't actually be there for real to fuck you into next week?"

Well, how could you forget. 

------

Kayn was above you, smirking down at your naked form on the bed. After letting him get a pentakill he was quite pleased with your  summoning performance, and you were with his'. More than anything Kayn needed some relief after a great fight like that, the adrenaline still flowing through his veins. 

"So, how do you want it today, Summoner?" he asked, corrupted hand petting your cheek. He was more affected by the corruption than usual, thanks to using Rhaast extensively last battle, and you noticed it in his behaviour as well. He seemed on edge; he asked what you wanted, but you knew he couldn't be patient today. 

"Hard and fast," you said, taking mercy on him, but also that's what you wanted from him at this moment. And you knew he could give it to you that way today, with a little help from the Darkin in his head.

"As you wish," he grabbed a lock of hair and kissed it, like a calm moment before the storm. His lower half rutted into yours, making you keenly aware of his throbbing erection. You were sure he'd been half hard since the fight, having to hide his arousal from the others; both champion and summoner, as he'd walked the halls back here to take care of it. The thought made you shiver, as you grabbed his neck, pulling him closer to you to smash your lips together. He wasted no time deepening the kiss, as he pushed inside of you. The moment he was in both of you let out sighs of relief. 

Suddenly Kayn shuddered, the corruption on the side of his face crawling over his skin, left eye glowing ominously down at you. He groaned, arching downwards, but he managed to hold himself up above you with his uncorrupted arm. His corrupted arm shivered and twitched, claws flexing around your hips. 

"Are you all right, Kayn?" you asked, a little concerned, but also so full of him. 

"Yess, give me... a second," he hissed out, as if that convinced you of his 'all-right-ness'. "Shut up, Rhaast, let me do this and shut the fuck up."

Oh, he was having an internal battle with the Darkin. It happened from time to time, especially when you two (or was it three?) were having sex it seemed, but usually it only took a little bit of persuasion from Kayn for Rhaast to quiet down, enjoying the feeling from inside of his host. This time, however, Rhaast didn't feel like backing down, and Kayn's corrupted hand tightened around your hipbone, talons digging into your skin. 

"Little human whore," Kayn grated out in Rhaast voice and you startled, tightening around his dick that was still throbbing inside of you, "... Rhaast, fuck. off." was added in Kayn's own voice, and you couldn't help but let out a sound of pleasure. "She's mine."

Ah.

"Rhaast, why don't both of you enjoy me," you added, voice a little (much) higher and more breathy than usual, "Come one, we don't have to fight?"

You just really couldn't take it anymore, you needed him to move, whether that was Kayn himself moving or Rhaast. His dick was filling you so well, and you were throbbing around him, so eager and hot.

"I'll have you one day, little Summoner, and I'll fuck you for real." Rhaast said through Kayns mouth, but it seemed Kayn had won once again, as the Darkin retreated after those words, a growl the last thing escaping Kayn before he took control back.

"Yeah, one day," Kayn said, panting slightly, "Over my dead body."  'That's the point' echoed in his head, but he ignored it, deciding instead to focus on your body once again. 

His eyes locked onto yours once more, corruption retreating slightly, but not gone by far. He had control over his own limbs now, but you knew Rhaast was very much near the surface, watching, waiting impatiently, feeling all Kayn felt right now.

"Now, where were we."

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"Yes, I remember," you murmured, smirking. "So Rhaast, you're gonna fuck me for real?"

Kayn was pushed off you, and Rhaast's face came into view, his arms thumping into the bed on the sides of your face, mattress indenting from his weight. Kayn yelled out a "hey!", but what was he gonna do against the monster that was now on top of you.

"Oh, you don't even know," Rhaast growled to you, long tongue coming out to lick his sharp teeth. His glowing red eyes bored into yours for just a moment of intimacy before you were grabbed by his large talons, and manhandled onto your stomach. He had his hardening dick against your ass instantly, and you groaned at both the feeling of dizziness and him. You realized he had been unclothed from the moment you saw him, but there was nothing down there before. Aatrox - another Darkin - filled your thoughts, and you realized he had nothing down there either in his normal state. Something was definitely rubbing against your lower lips right now though, something with a lot of ridges and bumps if you were feeling it right.

All thoughts flew from your brain the moment he pushed the head inside of your opening, and you moaned a high pitched sound at the intrusion. "Fuck, Rhaast... All the way, please..."

You needed to feel him all the way inside of you, needed to fill those ridges and bumps. Needed him.

"So demanding. How about you keep that pretty little mouth shut while I do the work, hm? Or better yet, keep that mouth occupied with something else."

Kayn had appeared in front of you - fully unclothed as well - and he grinned, thick dick almost slapping you in the face. You immediately opened your mouth wide, sticking your tongue out a little, and Kayn let out an appreciative groan, as he grabbed your face with his (now uncorrupted) hands, and tilted it up a little to him. 

"Good," he said, as he softly stroked your cheek. You took him gingerly in your mouth and Rhaast took this moment to slam inside of you full force, making you instantly deep throat Kayn as well because of the force that slammed you forwards. 

You groaned around the dick in your mouth, which in turn made Kayn groan as well. The vibrations traveling from your mouth up his dick making him shiver a bit, as he tried not to thrust even deeper. Rhaast let out a growl as well, telling you in no uncertain terms how hot and tight you were and how much he enjoyed you. 

"Better take us well," he growled as he started a punishing rhythm. You were attempting to push back on his (fucking ridged!!) dick while sucking of Kayn, but from the start you realized this was practically impossible. Rhaast was just too rough, and the only thing you could really do was have your mouth open around Kayn as you groaned and slobbered over his length. Kayn didn't seem to mind too much, his hand gently holding up your face as he used your mouth almost as roughly as Rhaast used your pussy. 

With every pull you could feel ridge after ridge drag across your walls, driving you insane. The thought 'and yet another cock shape added to the list' crossed your mind and you would have giggled if you had any semblance of control over your actions at this point.

"Rh-rhaafh-" you gasped around Kayn's dick, tears spilling over as every push and pull send you closer and closer to the edge. 

"Tight little slut," said Darking growled behind you, grabbing your thighs and pulling you back towards his muscular body with each hard slam inside of you, making you finally pop off Kayn's dick. Arms unable to support you fully you just decided to lay your upper body down on the bed as Rhaast ravaged you.

Kayn let out a dissapointed sound, but did nothing to change your position, opting instead to just watch Rhaast have his way with you. And your facial expressions. He could practically come from those and your sounds alone. His hand was around his dick, pumping in the rhythm of Rhaast' thrusts, as Rhaast suddenly decided he wanted to go a different route. 

You were turned around while he was still inside of you and you practically yelled, the rough treatment practically blinding you to your surroundings. He had stopped thrusting and when you found your bearings again his monstrous face was right in front of you. Rhaast's tongue came out to lick your cheek as he purred. "You're taking me so well, little human. You can take a little more..."He gestured downwards to where your pussy was engulfing his dick. 

You looked down through teary eyes, seeing a large, harshly ridged, bright red shaft, slowly inching its way out of your swollen lower lips. Moisture clung to it, giving it a nice sheen, and you looked on as he slowly pushed it inside again. His clawed hand came down to grope your breast, and then went down further to push against a bulge that had formed in your belly.

Shit.

You moaned pathetically as both of you looked on to his slow, deep penetration. Your hole greedily devouring him as he pushed in. The ridges pushed in piece by piece until he was fully in again, and he pulled out again slowly. This went on for a good minute, as finally Rhaast had enough.

He slammed it in full force once more, and you cried out, head thrown back.

Rhaast threw his head back too, laughing and groaning, ending the sounds in a purr that vibrated your entire body as he once again set a punishing pace. The vibrations from the purring and the ridges of his cock absolutely made you lose your mind as you felt every inch of him inside of you, hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

"You're gonna break her," Kayn said, voice strained from his delayed orgasm, but you didn't hear anything except the loud thumping of your heartbeat inside of your ears. A second heartbeat throbbing intensely in your core. The coil inside of your stomach broke without warning, and you sobbed out your pleasure, tightening further around Rhaast, who made a groaning noise himself, but didn't stop.

You tried to voice your thoughts, but nothing but nonsense came out. You yourself weren't even sure what you wanted to say, but you heard both men chuckle at your desperate attempt.

"My turn," Kayn said, but Rhaast hissed at the man.

"If you dare take her away I'm gonna continue with your tight hole, boy, so you'd better let me finish first."

A keen came from you as you registered that statement, but you were really just holding on for the ride, hurdling past the overstimulation towards your second orgasm.

You cried out something that could have been either or both their names, and took Rhaast with you, who growled and dove his head down to bite down over your right breast, drawing blood.

"Shit, Rhaast, be gentle!" Kayn hissed, but another gush of pre-cum left him at the sight of both you and Rhaast coming. The blood on your skin was a very titillating sight as well, as he softly brought his hand down to swipe a finger over the bite mark, drawing a line of blood over the unmarred skin of your belly, writing his name in blood because he could.

Kayn groaned, and pushed at Rhaast, who let himself be pushed away after having admired your spent visage enough. The moment your got your bearings and your eyes opened, you realized Kayn was now on top of you, his dick straining and dripping down on your stomach, and you couldn't help but buck up towards him. 

Honestly you weren't sure if you could take Kayn as well after this, but he was smaller than Rhaast and judging by the deep purple head and the twitching of his dick so very close to coming, so you gasped out a hoarse: "Please, Kayn..."

He didn't let you change your mind as he slipped himself inside of your abused pussy. Rhaast's cum spurted out in thick globs as Kayn pushed inside and you barely had the strength in you to moan at the intrusion. 

Kayn moaned deep at the feeling of your wet insides, and started a quick, uneven rhythm. It was obvious that he wouldn't last long, but he still managed to get a third orgasm out of you by rubbing your clit in small circles. Your third orgasm took everything out of you, and you blacked out for a second.

As you slowly came to you realized Rhaast and Kayn were laying on either side of you. Kayn reading a book and looking over when you woke up, and Rhaast playing with your hair and purring.

You tried to find your voice, realizing you had been cleaned up and redressed. "That sure was something." you said, voice hoarse, but the satisfied glow on your face told both men enough.

"A little lacking if you ask me," Rhaast said, and Kayn shot him a glare. "Next time I expect to be able to come twice, little one. Not ifs or buts. You better prepare."

With a sigh your eyes closed. Shit. You weren't sure if you could take that.

[dairy-farmer]

Look, Talia already knew Tim was smart right? So why didn’t she manipulate things so Tim and Jason would have been Damian’s left and right hands!? The advisor and the muscle?

to me talia is more of a side character in bruce's comics and i really only care about tim and the characters relevant to him- but from what i've read with talia and her appearances and tim's perspective of her- it straight up wouldn't work. like talking realistically and non-fanon wise to figure it out:

talia (in current comics) is a severely traumatized person who exerts control with violence, manipulation, and corruption but at her deepest core (though it is not consistently shown) she is a VERY compassionate individual who does, in fact, hold humanitarian-like values (and in earlier comics she was an incredible gentle soul who was studying to be a doctor and stuff). but, like bruce, she's got a lot of baggage and the way she goes about achieving things in comics varies. talia is a very....difficult character to pin down because of the vastly different ways she's been characterized. generally with different writers and being an older character she's bound to change but other characters like dick appear to be somewhat consistent in characterization but with talia that's different (for a number of reasons but dc is also no stranger to racism).

in terms of how jason and tim and "recruitment" would go-

her characterization is just so all over the place so when it comes to the things she does like putting jason in the pit you can't say for sure that it was an honest act of love. in many ways it was leverage. with jason her motivations differ, as does the kindness she shows jason. but at the end of the day she wasn't going to dump a healed jason on bruce's doorstep as an act of goodwill. and jason, in his right mind, no matter what talia had done for him- does not take well to being used as a 'tool' or a soldier which is what talia would be asking of him if he were damian's "left hand" or "muscle"

so with jason it wouldn't work because jason has a resistance to being ordered or serving as an attack dog for anyone. jason seeks equals. the outsiders, his team, even though he calls it "his" team they are very clearly a group of like-minded, like-abled people who are on equal footing and he's not strictly the 'leader/boss' in the traditional sense. jason clearly has a soured impression to being a "side kick" so the 'serving' just wouldn't mesh.

as for tim, talia is nowhere NEAR clever enough to get tim to a) turn to the league of assassins b) willingly swear loyalty to her/damian c) act as the right hand to her son. because tim would never actually fall for any of her tricks and if he did he wouldn't GO with her because...he doesn't like her all that much. she's ra's al ghuls daughter, she's killed people, she's brought trouble and threats to gotham. tim's more likely to side with shiva if he goes "bad" than with talia because he doesn't really care about talia.

like...he respects her skills and the threat she poses and she does as well for all of bruce's kids since she doesn't try to meddle with them much but...it's just not realistic.

fics where tim runs off to join ra's and the LOA or is somehow fooled into going to the darkside are fun to read about because fanfic is a world of possibilities but actually considering tim's character...it's just not realistic given what we knew about him BEFORE he ever became robin. tim does not believe in killing- he didn't believe in it before operating under bruce's code- and he would never be okay with how talia conducts her business no matter what the objective is.

fundamentally, their values are at odds with each other and tim's loyalty belongs to bruce and HIS mission.

even if talia wanted to recruit him and jason to serve under damian (and the emphasis here is 'under' because they would never be equals) she'd be fighting a long and difficult battle and wasting a lot of resources to do that and it would honestly just not be worth the amount of effort she'd need to put in.

plus i don't think talia really thinks of tim as some supreme-level genius that she desperately needs on her side. at most she thinks of him as a bit clever because not even ra's fully acknowledges tim's abilities until he's one on one with him. talia would have no reason to seek tim out.

ultimatly i think her reasons for not doing it are:

-it wouldn't occur to her

-it would be too much trouble

-she would have no reason to seek jason and tim out in particular.

[goldenslumbersketchbook]

What do you think the history between North and Krampus would be? (Because for some reason we have never gotten anything like this)

Hmm yes I’m not sure if Krampus was ever mentioned by Joyce 

So here is a little story i made up!

North and Krampus used to work together. They were a pair and Krampus was Norths second in command. North first encountered Krampus trapped in a dingy coal mine in the 12th century The spirit was badly damaged and was originally a goat forced to work the mine for greedy humans. Wheeling coal day and night until the mine collapsed trapping Krampus for hundreds of years. North was journeying around the world and one day came across the abandoned mine. North felt awful at what was done and he freed Krampus and brought him back to the pole. 

The two worked together and North helped heal him back to perfect health. When  Christmas came around North allowed Krampus to be his right hand man in checking the list and delivering gifts to the good children of the world. Word spread quickly about santa and krampus. Soon krampus had believers and could be seen by children. This is when things went wrong. 

At Krampus’s center was greed. As a more lonely spirit he adored the power and attention he got from believers, so much so he began to kidnap children on the naughty list. North originally never visited the naughty children and instead would just visit the good ones. This left the naughty ones vulnerable to Krampus. Kidnappings were occurring on Christmas and Krampus even got a bit violent with the ones trying to escape. 

When North caught wind of what was happening he and Krampus had a legendary battle. North won and he banished the corrupt spirit back to the mountains. Now North visits the naughty children leaving behind a piece of coal to ward off Krampus ( The smell of coal makes him sick after being imprisoned for years)

Although Krampus is a banished enemy of North’s past… it is possible given the rise of digital media for his story to spread in the modern age… Perhaps the Guardians will have to face Norths old friend and foe one day. North for one is disturbed by the thought. After all he was the one who let this stranger in and allowed him around the children he swore to protect.

The world of the guardians is vast and full of untapped potential. I would love to here yours and other peoples version of Krampus. Let me know if you have any ideas!

Thank you for your question! This was fun. 

[aylish91]

Sentience Pt? Ch? 1

You would have never thought that you would someday somehow screw the zombie virus over when everything fell. You also never would have thought you'd help set up a utopia as said zombie either...

Life, and death, is beyond crazy it seems.

~ ~ ~

“ALPHYS!!! HOLD ON!! I’M COMING!!

“U-undyne don’t! Please g-go!! I love you! Go!!”

“ALPHYS!”

“I-I’m sorry!”

 ALPHYS!!!”

...

Sometimes, in your own sense, you dream about that day.

How could you not? The heartbreak of those two helped you gain the courage in your muddled mind-numbing stupor to act. They gave you enough determination to break your bloodlust and fear to fight back against your monstrosity and that of one hell of a sentient. Though it was built like an elephant in both mass and strength, their devastated pleas were enough to break through to your mind and shatter your hesitation.

They deserved to live, and you were the only one capable of helping them against him and his horde.

You were able to fight back.

Amazingly, against all odds and with a bit of magical help from the fish Undyne, you defeated the goliath, gaining not only his life energy but all his special abilities and the horde of dead that he commanded. The sheer amount of energy gained from consuming his tainted and decayed life force had burned, pooling in your sockets and melting what was left of rotting flesh from your bones. It filled in missing pieces of yourself, pushing the corruption back and clearing your mind further than you ever thought possible.

You gained a semblance of life back.

They got to keep their life.

You can remember quite vividly the look the fish woman had given you as you slowly pulled back the horde. Your sockets, still burning bright with that newfound energy, had locked with hers as she pulled her lover from beneath heavy rubble. You didn’t dare move until their friends had finally arrived and began to fire, thankful for how the fish held them back as you left.

How long had it been since then?

You have yet to find another with your level of awareness that hasn’t been consumed by the overwhelming corruption. None of the others you have run into had figured out how to combat the darkness from their life energy, nor wanted to…

It didn’t matter.

You may have lost your living life a long time ago, but that one choice helped you gain back and understand your humanity. You owed those two strangers a lot, wherever they were.

~ ~ ~

Somewhere in a compound far away…

The old goat queen sat clad in stained battle armor, several maps spread out in front of her on an old desk in an office. The evening Sun filtered through an open window, breeze rustling a few of the papers. At a knock on her door, she rose to meet her summoned guest.

For a brief moment, it felt like old times deep under their mountain, her captain standing as ready as ever to do her bidding. Huffing, she turned her good eye away and down to her maps. 

She had put her tyrannical ways away upon reaching the surface. Just like the child had taught them, kindness was the only way to keep her people united, safe, and loyal up here amidst the madness. The new bonds that had been made proved such…

She wasted no more time, straightening her back to reinforce her seriousness.

“I have received word from the council. We won’t be able to sustain ourselves here much longer, similarly, the other clans' representatives have claimed to be in similar circumstances. The suggestion to merge clans and join forces has been brought forward. I have agreed. There is safety in numbers and some of the others have knowledge that would benefit us all.”

She took a breath, eyeing the captain when he remained silent. 

“For such things to happen… there have been rumors of an area to the east near Tale territory large enough and rich enough in resources to potentially support multiple clans indefinitely. However, rumors have also claimed that those particularly nasty fallen roam in higher numbers around there. With this in mind, I have also agreed to send a team to join with those of Fell to look into these rumors and dispatch any needlessly unwanted threats.”

Making several marks and notes on the top map, the queen gingerly rolled it and handed it to the captain. With a knowing look, he accepted it but still held his tongue. 

“I am tasking you, Black, to be point on our team. I trust no one more capable than you to take on such a feat. Do I have your support on this? Captain?”

Grinning, the skeleton monster in front of her bowed. “WHATEVER IT TAKES TO FURTHER AID YOU AND OUR PEOPLE, SO IT SHALL BE, YOUR MAJESTY.”

She couldn’t help but snort. He hadn’t changed at all. Still as sturdy and loyal now as back then. More so since her change in antics.

It was reassuring.

“Good. Ready yourself. You leave first thing in the morning. Scar will give you the necessary information for your meeting with the Fells.” Hesitating, she allowed herself to put a paw on his shoulder. “May the angel grant you success on your mission. My friend…”

Grand Master Post

[fishys-still-writing-smut]

Sayaka is transported to the world of Pokemon and ends up meeting Sabrina the Kanto Psychic Gym Leader by chance and befriending her. Especially since both were psychics! Though as time goes by Sabrina uses her powers to be more 'aware' of Sayaka's needs and goes to remedy it~

Warning: lewd content below

“Wow, I can't believe battles are so fun!” Sayaka cheered as she got into another fight.

“I still can't believe that battles weren't popular where you're from.” Sabrina commented while watching the fight. Apparently, Sayaka was a visitor from “out of town”, and needed a job. Lucky for the both of them, Sayaka was a natural born psychic, so she bonded quickly with the psychic type pokemon in Sabrina's gym. One thing lent to another and Sayaka ended up becoming a gym trainer for Sabrina. Not that she was complaining, the extra hands were helpful, even if they had no experience with battles.

‘She’s probably a nervous mess.’ Sabrina thought to herself. ‘I should read her mind to check up on her. It’s her first battle against a stranger, so her thoughts are probably-’

‘Arceus please let me lose this battle so the trainer can rail me.’

What.

‘Oh, you're in my thoughts Sabrina?’ Sayaka asked, not entirely confused considering the psychic trainer's background. ‘In that case could you help a girl out? Make me lose with your mind powers so I can get some cock please?’

‘...I’m seriously worried for you and I've only known you for three days.’ Despite her complaints, Sabrina used ‘psyshock’ to faint Sayaka's pokemon, resulting in the idol losing the fight. The bluenette shot Sabrina one last wink before being dragged away by the challenger since she “ran out of money” (in reality she had her wallet on her, but just wanted to get dicked down in the back of the gym).

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‘So could you tell me how to get cool psychic powers like you?’ Sayaka telepathically asked Sabrina.

‘We can communicate with each other using just our minds. Isn't that cool enough?’

‘Yeah but that's like kid psychic stuff, I wanna do the cool stuff like…’ Sayaka ran into the middle of the street. ‘Flip up my skirt using the wind!’

‘Do all your psychic power ideas come from pervy manga? I'm not doing that.’

‘Please? For a friend's sake?’

Sabrina rolled her eyes, before finally using “attract” on Sayaka, causing Sayaka to shake her ass in the middle of the street, attracting the attention of several young men, all eager to steal a glimpse of the sluts white panties. Sayaka bounced her ass faster, rubbing it against some select crowd members, inviting them to cop a feel or even go for a bold spank. Sabrina sighed. What does twerking for an audience have to do with being a psychic trainer?

—-----

“I really can't thank you guys enough for this.” The lucky student responded as tea was poured for him.

“Don't mention it, any friend of Sayaka's is a friend of mine.” Sabrina smiled. Apparently, Sayaka wasn't the only one to visit from ‘out of town’. Her childhood friend also tagged alone for the ride, but instead of ending up with a gym leader, he joined forces with a strong yet silent gym challenger named Red.

‘This is great.’ Sabrina thought. ‘Sayaka finally reunited with her long lost childhood friend. And he's not even a pervert like her. There's no way she could corrupt this innocent sou-.’

‘Both cocks, my mouth, let's do this thing!’

‘Oh son of a bitch!’

Sayaka smiled innocently as she telepathically asked for the lewdest request yet. Already giving up the urge to resist the idol's commands, Sabrina used “hypnosis” on the two boys, controlling their minds and dropping their pants.

“Thank you so much Sabrina!” Sayaka exclaimed out loud, since both boys were stuck in a trance. “This is a dream come true. Even though he's my childhood crush, I've always loved him since I first- Damn! Did this Red guy use “growth” on himself or something?”

“How romantic.” Sabrina remarked with an eye roll as she watched Sayaka put 100% of her focus into sucking off Red’s massive dick. Sabrina ignored the slut to make herself a cup of coffee. Never in a million years would she think someone would ask her to use her psychic powers like this. Especially not so…pervertedly.

As Sabrina watched Red fuck Sayaka doggy style while she made out with Makoto, she shook her head smiling. Say what you want, Sabrina is glad she made a new friend

[martyr-19]

{"guardian_login": "Martyr-19" [”ghost”: “Prophet”]}

{“id": "0139"}

{"title": "Bio:Martyr-#"}

{"type": "bioshare"}

{"created": "####-##-##”}

{“updated”: “####-##-##”}

6/6

Snippets of Martyr-19’s Guardian profile—

MARTYR-#

{“guardian": "Martyr-19"}

{“ghost": "Prophet"}

{“status”}} > active

{“stationed”}} > “data-unavailable”

> [warlock, exo]

First Vanguard Note>>

[####-##-##] > IR “Continues to struggle with mastering advanced void abilities. I have concerns about his readiness for the battles ahead, and recommend additional training time before further field deployment.”

Last Vanguard Note>>

[####-##-##] > IR “Planning on how to approach the Pale Heart when the time comes. Updates to follow.”

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Fireteam {1} Insight>>

[####-##- ##-] {“year 1”}

{B}} TALK MORE!! You’d swear he’s mute, then scares you half to death when he gives input.

{V1}} Excellent control! Bright mind! Must be a better team-player!

{S3}} Great crowd control. Decently accurate with scout rifles— avoid shotguns entirely. Keep on backlines, only push to front when healing or using an auto rifle.

{L}} Says he has a bit of a memory problem, but I think he’s doing great! Ask about his sketches— brightens up instantly!

{K}} Not sure what’s scarier, his horrible aim with a hand cannon or how much more violent his novas have gotten.

Fireteam {1} Insight>>

[####-##- ##-] {“year 2”}} “last recorded”

{B}} You were one of us, too. Don’t forget it, yeah?

{V1}} You’ll be alright, I know you will.

{S3}} You have no right to mourn either of them.

{L}} [no comment available]

{K}} [no comment available]

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Latest Guardian Report>>

{OverviewAccess}

{“attached-details”>hidden}

“Energy signatures emanating from the Traveler are only becoming more violent. It’s like…pain. It could be fighting whatever corruption the Witness is inflicting within. Waiting for Crow is the only option we have, I’m not taking my eye off of things. Remaining in direct contact with Mara Sov— comm channel is active 24/7 and open to Vanguard and all appropriate personnel. Transferring data collection every hour.

Ready to take action the moment we have our way in.”

-

-

I worry.

Despite my detachment in many of these logs, I do harbor a genuine care.

I care for everyone across Sol.

However, it mostly lies with my Guardian.

He is mine.

He is my responsibility.

Mine to worry for. Mine to care for. Mine to support. Mine to guide.

Mine to love.

He is a child. He is my child. He is what I brought into this world.

I searched so long for him.

I thought I would never find him.

But I did.

And then suddenly, I felt as if I had found myself and a stranger all at once. I felt as if I had known him for an eternity and yet I couldn’t wait to meet him. I could feel our path, every single beautiful and horrible branch of it— and never once was I afraid. I knew we would have each other. I knew that would be enough.

When you share the same Light— the same soul— it is impossible to sever. Part of you will always be a part of them.

I’ll be with him till the very end.

Light or Dark.

Win or lose.

I am his. He is mine.

[hartleysbaldursgateblog]

Get to know my (first+main) Tav!

challenge here :)

Caspier Beludaire / white dragonborn / light domain cleric of Bahamut / he/him male

What is your Tav’s…

favorite weapon: Caspier is a mace wielder, but that usually is the last thing used in his arsenal. He prefers to talk his way out of conflict when possible, then fights with spells. His hand isn’t the most steady so he tries to avoid weapon-based combat, especially at close quarters. So the mace comes last. If we’re talking specifics, during the events of the game he wielded the Blood of Lathander, but after the Netherbrain fell he turned the Blood over to the Stormshore Tabernacle to hold until a Lathanderian clergy could reclaim the relic. He was comfortable using it for the adventure, but in times of peace he doesn’t feel right about taking away the holy artifact from actual Lathander worshippers.

style of combat: Caspier fights at what would be considered mid-range to maximize his support and offensive spells. He usually sticks to open or elevated areas with as much of the battle in his field of view as possible and usually won’t move until his spell range is disrupted.

most prized possession: A necklace with a pendant made of an ivory-white stone, carved into the vague shape of a flying dragon. It is his one remaining connection to his home and long-gone family, but he does not wear it. The necklace itself is too small for him, as it was a gift made for him when he was a hatchling, and he hasn’t bothered replacing the loop. He is more comfortable with it sat somewhere safe, which is currently on a small cushion on his dresser at the foot of an idol of Bahamut.

deepest desire: A home and a family. Caspier defines this however he wishes, and by the end of the game’s events I think he has one. He was separated from his birth family and clan, something of great importance to dragonborn, at a very young age and bears almost no memory of those things. As a young teen he was then taken in by a small village only to be exiled on suspicion of “corrupting” their children with his strange dragonborn faith and ways. Caspier is not desperate to reclaim what he has lost, he knows it’s already gone, but as someone who spent so much of his life wandering, a few years somewhere that could be considered a home, only to be sent to wander again, a place to anchor himself to sounds great. And as for a family, it doesn’t have to be blood, or marriage, or adoption, friends work too. He wants to have people in his life who aren’t a temporary fixture as he’s forced to move on again. So one could even say the only thing he wants is consistency—Caspier doesn’t define it as that, though.

guilty pleasure: Yes, he’s a kindly mediator who doesn’t like to take sides on much and does not at all relish conflict… but oh, he can’t resist some gossip and drama. He blames Astarion for it. Astarion blames it on him never having enough people to consistently talk to that now he wants to know all their business (but hey, he won’t judge~). Caspier is living proof that “can we all just stop and get along and communicate?” and “he said WHAT? oooh gurrrl tell ALL” can and do coexist.

best-kept secret: His second ever “friend”. As a traveling cleric, he rendered aid to many people and helped support plenty of strangers. He never had time to actually make friends because he was constantly on the move and keeping in contact with anyone was an awfully difficult task, but having not had consistent friends since he was a child and having rather recently been exiled from the village he called his home for most of his teen years and early adulthood, when a grateful patient he had done healing work for came to him claiming to admire him and his patience and faith greatly, and considered him an inspiration, he all too happily took the man’s offer to try and keep in touch no matter how hard. I’ll limit the details here, but let’s just say that when he thought he acquired a friend he could write to and visit on his travels should they have the good fortune to meet again, he really acquired someone who rapidly turned from friend to obsessive stalker. The story is long and complicated but Caspier had managed to shake the man some years back, but doesn’t like talking about it—he ignored many of the warning signs others cautioned him about the man early on, too blinded by his desire to have a friend and the flattery the man laid on him, so he felt as if he couldn’t say anything about it or didn’t have the right to, and in other cases he feared talking about it would somehow give the man an avenue to track him down again. It’s in the past, so he says. Tied to that, though, is that Caspier Beludaire is not his real name. Well, it is to him now, but the attack on his family's caravan and the head trauma that came to him because of it meant his birth name is all but lost to him. He's usually unbothered by it, unless around other dragonborn. Clan is everything to dragonborn, after all, and while they question his bizarre name, to him it's better that he insists his clan was just as strange as the name they gave him rather than admitting he is a dragonborn without a clan.

greatest strength: Compassion. Being a cleric of light and of a good-aligned god, this is part of his belief. He is patient, communicative, and always willing to afford people a chance. Even people he does not necessarily like or trust. In the village he once lived in, as the only dragonborn, he was treated with barely concealed disgust and suspicion, yet he was still a bit of a hometown hero, especially to the children. And as Bahamut’s will would be done, he will jump into combat only to protect the innocent. He is personable and kind.

fatal flaw: Naïveté. His compassion is a double-edged sword, and while Bahamut’s paladins may be unwavering hands of justice, Caspier as a cleric is bound to no oath and may jeopardize his morals to help someone who may not need it. Caspier’s philosophy is to always see the good in others or expect that good may be there, hidden away, and he often gives chances that are not due. This can cause trouble more often than not, considering he strives to always assume the best in people. That attitude—combined with a craving for companionship and approval, which is probably his second strongest flaw—was largely what let him enable the toxic friendship he was in for so long. He never learns, either. Caspier thinks he is just doing the duty of his god—a transgression will have to happen right before his eyes for him to act on it. This is not to say he doesn’t care for justice, but he believes too strongly in the idea that everyone is well-intentioned and honest, and every time that philosophy is proven to not be the most accurate he can take it quite personally. He fell hook, line and sinker for Astarion’s manipulation at the start of their romance, for example. Sometimes it can transcend being simply naive and turn to more of him being an oblivious blockhead.

favorite smell: Morningglory. They’re a flower so plentiful that to many they might as well be a weed, but there’s something that’s always appealed to him about them in every aspect—appearance and smell. They aren’t even that fragrant like some other flowers but the smell brings back good memories of picking them in the wilds as he wandered through with his childhood best friend.

favorite spell or cantrip: Radiance of the Dawn. He feels like a true agent of Bahamut’s will and righteous justice when he wills His divine light to cleanse the area around him!

pet peeve: Being ignored/needing to repeat himself to make a point. Caspier considers himself a very patient man, but his companions test that patience sometimes when they (cough cough Astarion and Gale) become fixated on something and won’t listen to reason. Caspier is absolutely the sort to yell “that’s what I’ve been trying to say all this time!” when an unnecessary conflict finally resolves. Oh, and post-canon when he’s finally living a domestic life—dirty kitchens. Even the tiniest bit of grime makes his skin crawl.

bad habit: He picks his scales. He’s got some bad patches every now and then, some not growing back in just right after he sheds, because he just idly picks at his scales and oftentimes pulls them off before they’re ready to be shed. It’s not all that rare to see his fingers bandaged or bleeding.

hidden talent: Animal handling! It’s not something that would really ever come up, especially for a cleric, but with all the time he’s spent wandering the wilds and not to mention all the times he tended to the village livestock trying to win the villager’s trust and approval, he’s seen his fair share of creatures of all stripes and can interact with them quite well. He has a secret love for spiders, actually, and can handle them especially well. The bigger the better. (Folk Hero background proficiency bonus lol)

leisure activity: Now that the Absolute business has concluded, when he isn’t in prayer or meditation or otherwise serving his god, he also finds peace in crafting models. Halsin taught him the fundamentals of wood carving and Caspier is trying to learn more of the craft. He likes to create little models of animals and monsters he knows.

favorite drink: Fruit juices, mixed fruit drinks. Probably what we might consider “fruit punch”. He’s never been a fan of liquor, and that’s not even a restriction that comes with being a cleric—just a preference. He likes his drinks sweet and indulgent.

comfort food: Highly specific, but he loves a good plate of potato wedges and cheese fondue. Yum. He could indulge in carbs and cheese all day. !

favorite person: His dear beloved Astarion of course! Every day he spends with his favorite vampire is a treat. He's so proud of Astarion and how he's grown. Caspier couldn't imagine a relationship more fulfilling.

favored display of affection (platonic and/or romantic): Physical touch is very sacred to him but used very sparingly. He's a bit shy about presenting physical affection for fear he might scare someone off. That kind of affection is used for people who he is exceptionally comfortable with, like Astarion. What he uses much more readily is words of affirmation. It's another thing about fearing losing people, Caspier constantly wants to affirm his bonds and remind his loved ones how much they mean to him. He never wants them to feel like he's taking them for granted, but even though he uses words of affirmation often, they don't lose any meaning to him, at least, no matter how often they're said. He's especially fond of the platonic "I love you" a sincere "thank you".

fondest childhood memory: His earliest childhood memories are highly fragmented. One sticks out to him, though, being a few days after he was separated from his family. He met his one and only childhood best friend rather shortly after the separation, but only after a few days did the shock finally settle and he was able to appreciate his friend's presence for the blessing it was. Caspier recalls that first day it felt like his life started moving again, remembering when he and his friend, Jalis, came across a clear, rocky stream in their wandering through the wilds. Caspier had been in such a haze for so long, feeling the bite of the cold water when he stood in it did wonders to clear his head. He remembers sitting on a particularly large rock, mindful of how slick and wet it was, and dipping his hands in the brook to feel the current brush against his palms. It felt like the first time he was truly present again after the attack on his family's caravan that separated them. Then Jalis came running by, chasing a frog, yelling about how he'd never seen the creature before. Caspier remembers laughing and joining him, having never seen a frog himself in his cold, snowy birthplace, but he was at least aware of what the creatures were. They chased the frog until sundown and were both soaking wet. He remembers laughing as Jalis finally caught the frog, only to hold it at arms' length with a disturbed look on his face as it began screaming.

Is there anything else you'd like to share? (feel free to include art or a screenshot of your Tav if available!)

Nothing atm but if you ask me anything about him I’ll cry my ass will be so happy

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Willow Lore transcripts

(&other interesting tidbits, cutting out less important bits)

Ep1: The Gales

Story of Taramis

Kit:

Have you ever heard the story of Taramis? She was a princess of Cashmere thousands of years ago, and she was, by all accounts, the most gorgeous woman that ever lived. So the King invited all the knights and all of the princes to complete for her hand. The winner of each event advancing to the next until two remained. This cocky young knight of Galladoorn and this helmeted warrior from some far off distant land who's face no one had yet seen. After a fierce battle, our mysterious stranger bested the knight, then removed his helmet. ..... It was princess Taramis.

Writing on the wall scene

Graydon:

"We stand at the threshold. We peer into the void. We bear witness to his glory. The Eternal One, the healer of worlds. (Rumbling) As he stirs from his deathless slumber deep below the surface, the Harbinger of the Wyrm will come." (Rumbling)

Meeting Willow

Willow:

Your brother is alive. A prisoner of The Withered Crone, who dwells in the Immemorial City that lies beyond the Shattered Sea. The four who came to Tir Asleen are her servants.

Willow:

You are Elora Danan, Last Blood of Kymeria, future Empress, High Priestess, Semprum Sorceress of the Nine Realms, and the worlds last, best hope against the evil coming to destroy us all.

*****

Ep2: The High Aldwin

Boorman about Madmartigan &the cuirass

...he spent five years searching the world for it.

*****

Ep3: The Battle of the Slaughtered Lamb

Cuirass story intro scene

Boorman:

It was ten thousand years, and about three weeks ago.. Thuul, heir to the Kymerian Empire, had been sick as a child. When his father died, his younger brother, Tiberius, felt he'd make the stronger king. For forty days, Tiberius lay siege to the capital (capitol in subs?), starving his own people to force his brother to abdicate his throne. So, their mother, Annabel, a fay of the Grove, forged for her son, Thuul, a cuirass of pure Khromium. Then she assembled the Lux Arcana, a magical key that activated the enchanted armor, so it would only serve he who was worthy of it's power.

Watching the storm scene

*The Crone speaking pnakotic*

Graydon:

The stars align, the door is open. The sphere turns, a God is awoken. Extinguish the flame, snuff out the light, and exile the child to the Thirteenth Night.

Willow:

Ah, so you speak cursed Pnakotic?

Graydon:

They're gonna kill her, aren't they?

Willow:

No, if they killed her, her spirit would endure, be reborn. But if they banish her, they can imprison her soul for all eternity. It's what Bavmorda was trying to do when I stopped her.

Rain fight

Ballantine:

I've seen the future, Jade. Looked into the void. The Eternal One will cleanse this world of all disease and pain. We shall be free.

*****

Ep4: The Whispers of Nockmaar

Tapestry scene

The Crone:

Do you renounce your name, your family?

Young Bavmorda:

I do.

The Crone:

Will you embrace the light of the Eternal One? Pledge your life to our endeavour, that we might deliver this world from suffering, into his warm embrace?

Young Bavmorda:

I will.

The Crone:

The Blood of the Six runs in your veins. You shall be his harbinger. Primal Priestess of the Wyrm, Queen Bavmorda.

~*~

End scene:

Kit:

What is the Blood of the Six?

Willow:

In the beginning, in the Grove, six fays betrayed the Mothers to serve the dark power. That line continued through the ages, strong magic but corrupt. The Blood of the Six.

Kit:

So Bavmorda, she was the Blood of the Six. Which means so am I. - And so is Airk.

*****

Ep5: Wildwood

Wand&magic talk scene

Willow:

This wand is a splinter from the Great Tree at the centre of all things. ...

In the wrong hands, Cherlindrea's wand is a powerful instrument of unimaginable destruction.

Scorpia interrogates Boorman scene

Scorpia:

The relic? You didn't find it?

Boorman:

*shakes head*

Scorpia:

And the others? Allagash?

Boorman:

Trolls got him. I only hope he suffered as much as possible before they killed him. Long story.

Scorpia:

And Madmartigan? They got him, too?

Scorpia/Jade mark scene

Scorpia:

Here, by the child's hundredth day, they get seared with it's family's mark, so they remember where they came from. This is my father's mark. The mark of Kael.

Jade:

General Kael.

Scorpia:

You've heard of him? He was the first Bone Reaver. ....

Jade:

My father was a free man, killed by your people.

Scorpia:

He was killed by Madmartigan at the Battle of Nockmaar. Your mother was killed by the rangers that kidnapped you and took you to Tir Asleen. ......

Jade:

Kael served Bavmorda. Bavmorda served the Crone.

Scorpia:

Bavmorda made a pact with the slaves of Galladoorn. She'd help them overthrow their masters in exchange for their loyalty. People do whatever's necessary to be free.

(After Nockmaar fell)

Those who survived, fled. The armies of Tir Asleen and Galladoorn, they persued us. They feared us. As they should.

*****

Ep6: Prisoners of Skellin

Door riddles scene:

Wiggleheim:

So I pass from sire to heir, and each of brothers takes his share. A gift or curse I may be, used by others more than thee. (A: Name)

Beggars have what wise men crave, but both shall take it to their grave. (A: Nothing)

*****

Ep7: Beyond the Shattered Sea

Dinner scene:

Kit:

What are you doing out here all alone?

Zeb:

Uh, well, I was a warrior. Paladin of Cashmere.

One of three sent to rescue the princess who was taken by servants of a dark power and whom I loved, though she was betrothed to...

-This one was to find an enchanted pool, that granted whosoever drank of its water...

-Years, wandering the Shattered Sea. Our boots rotting, our swords rusting in their scabbards. Till we forgot who we were, what we were searching for. And in the end, turned on each other. Murdered each other.

Kit:

What's beyond the Shattered Sea?

Zeb:

Some say that, uh, eventually you reach the edge of the world and get swept off. Others speak of a leviathan, so monstrous that even to see it is to lose your mind.

2nd Airk/Crone (aka "Lili") scene:

Crone:

I think, maybe, I know why we're here. How much do you know about Cashmere?

Airk:

Just what everybody knows. The Paladin Circle, Ivory Tower, streets lined with moonstones.

Crone:

It's very beautiful. High walls that keep us safe, isolated. There are rules, and so long as you follow them, you'll never want for anything. Except...

There were rumours of a secret sect that worshipped some sort of ancient blood magic, called The Order of the Wyrm. Their acts of sedition were small, at first. Desecrations, fires, crimes without culprits, but they'd always leave their mark.

One night, they fought their way into the tower, killing the guards and kidnapping the princess.

Airk:

Why? To what end? To seize power?

Crone:

Maybe. I don't know. I woke up here.

Willow & Kit inside the sled

Kit:

What is the Wyrm?

Willow:

If magic is the bloodstream of the universe, the Wyrm feeds on it. Imprisoned a long time ago beneath the surface of the world, it waits, sleeping.

Kit:

When it wakes up?

Willow:

Stares at Kit, haunted... sounds/echoes of screams leading into a vision of Mims..

Vision:

Mims looking bloodied, pressing her hands to an equally bloodied, wounded Karthy's side.

Da! I really need you right now. I wasn't strong enough to keep him out. Please!

Season Finale

Ep8: Children of the Wyrm

Kit hearing her father's voice

Madmartigan:

Kit... Can you hear me?

Kit:

Dad?

Madmartigan:

I need you to listen. I don't know how much time we've got.

Kit:

Is that really you?

Madmartigan:

I need your help.

Kit:

Are you here? Where are you?

Madmartigan:

I'm with you. Always.

Kit:

You kinda left a while ago.

Madmartigan:

It was the hardest thing I've ever done. But love is sacrifice. You've gotta be willing to give up what you want for what you believe in. It's the only way to save Elora.

Kit:

Dad, I'm not you.

Madmartigan:

Yes, you are.

Kit:

No, really, I'm not.

Madmartigan:

All right, you're not. You're better. You are her shield. You are her sword. And I am already so proud of you. Now go.

****Fin****

Wip will updated. Please lemme know if I forgot something important. 💜😊

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The thing that makes Bad Toman Takemichi so interesting for me is that he's the long-awaited product of the previously selfish and immoral Takemichi we see at the start of the series. And surprisingly, we only ever see Takemichi's bad qualities manifested in this way once in the whole series.

In one of the first scenes of the series we have Takemichi dragging his keys along a stranger's car. He's upset at his own life to the point that he takes it out on others (strangers) in a cowardly and unproductive way. This is the author telling us that the main character is not perfect and will probably improve himself in the series. Not too deep into the story, we see Takemichi once again lacking basic respect for others when he time leaps to himself about to cheat on Hina with Emma. These two moments really stuck out to me as "Past Takemichi cannot be trusted" signals, which I had always thought would develop into a more concrete hero vs. self arc than what we ever actually end up getting.

The Takemichi at the start of the series is bitter and cowardly for keying a stranger's car, and we see that he already lacked a certain respect for others since he was willing to cheat at 14. He's not perfect.

Personally, I was waiting for Takemichi to continue pursuing his goal of leading Toman (remember when he said he'd do that?) until he reached a future where he was the Toman boss or something close, only to find that Hina was still dead because his old self remained selfish and corrupt. I figured that after defeating the obstacles of Kisaki and Mikey he'd have to face his own failings in the most literal sense, by surpassing or defeating his past self in some way and becoming more "good".

At the very least, I was expecting something similar to that premise, and that's what we got in the Bad Toman timeline. At long last, we got to see a future where Takemichi was far removed from his initial job in retail, where his negative qualities were cultivated and he became a cold and selfish gangster. This to me was greatly foreshadowed and solid evidence of the idea that Past Takemichi does not experience the "memories" and "character development" that Future Takemichi creates as if they are his own. I imagine that he remembers these events like one remembers reading a book, because it doesn't seem right that he'd feel the exact same way as a version of himself that knows so many futures. Maybe he even regrets some of the things that Future Takemichi did and wonders why he didn't act differently! After all, he lacks the knowledge of the future and desperate desire to improve himself that Future Takemichi has.

In the Bad Toman timeline, Past Takemichi was not changed enough by the Meobius and Valhalla Arcs to remove himself from Toman or to be as close to Chifuyu as he used to be. Simply put, he's not the Future Takemichi that is our protagonist. By this point, Future Takemichi has changed a great deal, but Past Takemichi is still uncaring and selfish. Due to Future Takemichi's intervention, he was able to be a member of Toman and stay in Toman, but he's not necessarily "good" or "improved" in the way that Future Takemichi is.

So when we progress into other arcs and the "bad" in Takemichi (or his "opposing side") stopped being explored, I was shocked. Don't get me wrong, I really like Takemichi's internal battle throughout the series in wondering if he's good enough to save Hina and if he's truly a hero and "why did I one day decide I was weak?" (not to mention the loneliness panel), and I really appreciate and enjoy his character, but I feel like the reader was being guided to an even more literal hero vs. self arc that we never fully got to see.

I just can't help but wonder why Past Takemichi doesn't stay in Toman in the Black Dragons timelines. Did Kisaki have Takemichi removed from Toman in those timelines? If so, why was Takemichi never removed in the "So Long, My Hero" Bad Toman timeline that we see in season 1? Did Takemichi willingly leave Toman in the Black Dragons? Why would he have the change of heart? At what point did Future Takemichi's actions manifest into the Past Takemichi being a "better" person? Because Past Takemichi used to be okay with cheating but after a while we even get a timeline where Past Takemichi and Hina stay together for 12 whole years (the one with Pah-chin's wedding).

I feel like Bad Toman Takemichi wasn't acknowledged enough; we were never asked to reflect on why Takemichi would grow up to be a cold and selfish delinquent in one of the timelines even though it's an extremely interesting reference point for all his subsequent development as a character.