Freak Freaky Who Freaks

- Any pronoun would do I don’t really care, use your imagination! - Call me Galaxy - Not a minor -

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You guys know prototype/2013 Vox? The little guy with the big ass tv head? Yeah, just had the mental image of him taking his head off and a bunch of wires coming out his neck like tentacles or something similar lol

I think it could be a funny little nasty(?) surprise for a guy that looks so cute, idk

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fools in april

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I wasn't planning to say much of anything about the Phaidei situation in 3.4 because I feel it honestly speaks for itself (like, do I need to say anything here? Look at the feast...), but the way that people are reacting to the scene where Mydei duels Khaslana is kinda rubbing me the wrong way, so I thought I might at least say something about that.

A lot of people seem to have taken this scene as 1) Mydei being weirdly into the idea of being killed by Phainon (the sus English lines from the wiki floating around aren't helping lol); 2) Mydei being weirdly into the idea of dueling period, as if his only wish in life was to die in combat; or 3) Mydei being so down bad for Phainon that he doesn't care about Khaslana being "evil" from the cycles' Chrysos Heirs' perspectives.

But (while I don't debate Mydei is, in fact, down bad for Phainon), I think there's a lot of context possibly being missed here, at least in how people are talking about this scene.

The first key takeaway is that, even 108,642 cycles in, Khaslana was still telling the heirs--or at least was telling Mydei--that Amphoreus was trapped in an unending cycle of the Flame Chase Journey... and the Mydei of cycle 108,642 believes him.

It's clear that Khaslana has even shared the issue occurring with the Destruction and his need to continuously collect the coreflames:

This means that Mydei engaged in this battle with Khaslana knowing the full truth of Amphoreus (or very close to it), knowing at the very least that the safety of the universe relies on Khaslana amassing an extreme amount of power through seizing the coreflames in order to prevent the worst from coming to pass.

It should be clear from that alone exactly why Mydei is willing to support Khaslana's victory: Mydei trusts that Khaslana is telling the truth and actually does need to collect the coreflames of Strife to protect the universe from Destruction.

Mydei is not wishing the Phainon of his cycle eternal victory; he's wishing Khaslana--the one who bears the burden of all Amphoreus--"eternal" victory on Khaslana's quest to prevent Irontomb from manifesting. Every time Khaslana triumphs over Mydeimos, "the Deliverer" is one step closer to his goal of amassing enough power to fight back against Destruction, and thus Mydeimos wishes for Khaslana to continue to win their duels in every life, in every cycle, with the belief that doing so is the righteous choice.

Losing to Khaslana is equal to helping save the world.

In reality, this scene is essentially us the players watching Mydei willingly martyr himself to ensure that Khaslana can continue his endless iterations. RIP to the Phainons of the cycles; Mydei picked Khaslana in every life. Noooo I'm kidding, promiseeee. 😂

Anyway, if it's clear that Mydei both understands Khaslana's need for the coreflames and actually believes his story about the Destruction and Amphoreus's cycles, then why doesn't he just hand the coreflame of Strife over peacefully?

Because that's not who Mydei is. (In any cycle, apparently.)

Despite personal desires to live peacefully and initially not even wanting to take on the coreflame of Strife, Mydei is and has always been a character driven by the concept of duty.

It was out of a sense of duty that he killed his father to avenge his mother:

It was out of duty that he took on the role of the crown prince to lead his people into a better future, even as they fought him every step of the way:

It was out of a sense of duty that he chose to join Aglaea's Flame Chase:

It was out of duty that he ultimately took on the coreflame of Strife despite reviling what it stood for:

It was out of duty he returned to Kremnos knowing that it would be futile mission, and faced Flame Reaver in battle knowing that he would die by the blade:

For Mydeimos, whose entire life was prophesied from the moment of his birth, whose existence has always been dedicated to serving others (even all the way back in the Sea of Souls, saving others while not saving himself), the concept of duty is synonymous with integrity. To fully commit to ones' actions, to faithfully do what one has sworn to do, to stand by one's convictions to the end, and to do what is right for others without flinching, no matter the cost to yourself--this is the core of Mydei's character. (If it sounds similar to the core of Phainon's character, that's obviously no accident.)

Fulfilling your duty, even if it costs your life, is the only form of honorable existence--to a person cursed with immortality, finding meaning in life through unwaveringly upholding one's promises and serving others may be the only reason to keep going.

Mydeimos didn't want the coreflame of Strife (at least ours didn't), but having accepted it and the role of "demigod of Strife," there is no world in which someone who comes with a blade in hand could peacefully take that coreflame from Mydei. Having accepted the title of "the Guardian of Amphoreus," the one who bears the name of Strife to fight back the black tide, the one who carries the pride and history of Kremnos's faith on his shoulders--in no way could Mydei ever hand over his coreflame (his sworn duty to his people, to his fellow Chrysos Heirs, to the world as he knows it).

Honor would simply never allow it.

The duel to the death is simply inevitable, compelled by pride and virtue.

Tiny aside, but since I can hear people thinking it: What about the cycles where the coreflames were acquired peacefully without Khaslana killing the Chrysos Heirs? I am willing to bet my money that Khaslana may have acquired the coreflames of Strife from Nikador in those cycles, not from Mydei (who likely never wanted the coreflame and therefore probably delayed taking it on much longer than other heirs, even in relatively peaceful cycles). We know that even in "peaceful" cycles, Khaslana's method for acquiring the coreflames was often just to kill the titans possessing them before the heirs even came into the picture:

Anyway, even more than the question of honor, integrity, and duty, there is the story's continuing theme of conviction.

We are meant to understand the final duel between Khaslana and Mydei as a mirrored reflection of the original Cycle 0 meeting between Phainon and Mydei.

Facing each other in their first "duel" on the scales, both Mydei and Phainon explicitly stake their convictions:

Mydei places his mother's ring, which is emblematic of the deepest hopes and most central beliefs of his people, their firmly held faith in Strife. Phainon ultimately wins the duel, however, because what he wagers is not the convictions of one person or even one group of people, but the most central conviction of all humanity (including the Kremnoans)--the belief that heroes exist, and the hope in all of us that heroes will save us in our hours of need.

Phainon wins at their first meeting because his conviction contains Mydei's conviction.

Therefore, we must understand Khaslana and Mydei's final clash as simply another duel of whose conviction weighs heavier on the scales.

It doesn't feel like an accident that the architecture of Kremnos's arena even somewhat resembles the body of Talaton's scales:

In the first duel what was at stake was Mydei's role as the Chrysos Heir of Strife, and in the second duel, the stakes are effectively the same: the "prize" being the power of Strife itself.

In both cases, the challenge is not truly about who is stronger or has more combat prowess, but about whose convictions burn brighter, whose goal is more "worthy," and whose duty is more righteous.

Mydei cannot allow Khaslana to take the coreflame of Strife without this "weighing of the heart," without this test to confirm the truth of Khaslana's dedication. He cannot surrender the coreflame without proof of Khaslana being a "worthy" inheritor of Strife, and having the spirit necessary to not only bear the burden but to achieve the ultimate victory Khaslana swears he is fighting for.

The answer to the moral quandary of who is right--the Chrysos Heirs or Khaslana--is simple for Mydei to solve: Khaslana will either prove himself to be just or he will be dead. (Ha ha, speaking of Guilty Gear themes that remind me of Khaslana and Mydei's final struggle, the quote: "In battle, you must observe what lies behind your opponent. If there is a path of retreat, then they may be wise. If there is none, then they have naught to lose. Should you, however, see something they wish to protect, then you best concede that victory." Mydei challenges Khaslana to these duels in every life, every cycle to "see what lies behind" his opponent--whether it is darkness or the light of eventual deliverance.)

This is why it is so key that Khaslana challenge Mydeimos directly to his face, to the point that Mydei says "That's all I ever wanted."

Mydeimos already knows he's going to die. By the time we see him at the end of the 108,642 cycle, he's already the demigod of Strife and aware that he will "die with a wound in his back." The fact that he even took on the Strife coreflame at all in this cycle tells us that his situation with the Kremnoans, whatever it may be in this life, is settled. If he knows that his guaranteed fate is to die by the blade, then to ensure that he dies at the hands of a person's whose convictions burn brighter than the sun, whose convictions literally weigh more than the fate of the world itself, would be the most honorable death possible. To die knowing that he not only upheld his duty to his people and the Chrysos Heirs until his last breath but also managed to aid Khaslana in the even greater quest to protect the universe itself--what could be a more fitting end for a person who spent his whole life in service to others than to serve even in death?

This is why Mydei is able to not only embrace his death at Khaslana's hands but find joy and satisfaction through it. It's not meaningless, empty violence--Strife for Strife's sake, which he has always abhorred--but the clash of pure wills, both standing honorably by what they believe in, the burdens they have sworn to carry. This is why Mydei not only willingly concedes defeat at the end of the battle but invites Khaslana to "crown yourself in my blood"--carry not just the coreflame of Strife with you into the future, but use my very existence to mark your ascendance, as you become the flames that will light the way to dawn.

As has always been the case for Mydeimos: When a cause proves worthy, he will commit himself to it unflinchingly, no matter the cost to himself.

This, of course, is why Flame Reaver deviating from the pattern is such an issue.

At some point in the cycles, Khaslana stopped challenging Mydei to honorable duels and instead started using sneak attacks, targeting his weak point with underhanded tactics and refusing (or just unable) to explain his reasons.

This, more than anything else in patch 3.4, is the true sign of the extent of Flame Reaver's descent and degradation. Khaslana, by the point he becomes Flame Reaver, can no longer display honor, can no longer bear his duty with dignity and purity of conscience--his blade no longer communicates the convictions he carries. Now he conveys only the scent of endless death.

Mydei in the Cycle 0 memory isn't just mad he was cheated out of a fair fight--he's mad that he died not knowing whether his ultimate death had any meaning, whether it truly aided the Flame Chase Journey, or whether there was any sense behind the losses they all suffered along the way. To die by the hand of a dishonorable person whose convictions seemingly lacked integrity--a miserable end to a miserable life, one that haunts Mydei even in lingering memories after the end of the world as he knew it.

So yeah, do I think Mydei enjoys dueling Khaslana at the absolute pinnacle of their abilities? Definitely. Do I think he's criminally biased toward finding Khaslana's convictions worthy because he's in love with Phainon, no matter what life or form? Yup, sure do. Do I think that, at his deepest, Mydei still can't escape the core tenets of Kremnoan belief, finding virtue in being willing to go to war for the purposes of securing peace? Check and check.

But I wish more people would look past the "Ha ha Mydei kinda freaky, isn't he?" coming from this scene in order to understand what that moment was really doing in terms of both Mydei and Khaslana's characterization: demonstrating that Mydei's sacrificial nature has and will always extend to what he believes is the greatest good, and that even 108,642 cycles in, at the very least, Khaslana maintained his convictions unshakably, convincing even the ferocious demigod of Strife to entrust the future to him hundreds of thousands of times, something Khaslana seemed to have already given up on with the other heirs thousands of cycles earlier.

This scene perfectly encapsulates 3.4's theme of having the strength to bear impossible burdens for the sake of what you truly believe in, and ends by putting Khaslana and Mydei firmly on the same side of the scales.

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I wasn’t going to really post anything about the game anymore, but I decided to just go back to it for some reason and I have no way to explain my luck, because in my first ten pulls after leaving this game for two years gave me a nice Quincy (Snow Patrol) and I was very happy!

But then I decided to do another ten pulls because Quincy looks so hot in the new event and you know what I got?

FUCKING EDMOND (Shrewd Perception)!!!

“Oh you are sad for getting a good character? How weird-“

No! I’m sad because I ALWAYS MANAGE TO SOMEHOW GET THIS FUCKER IN ALMOST EVERY FUCKING BANNER HE IS IN INSTEAD OF ANY OTHER CHARACTER????

Regular banner? Look who is here for you! Edmond!

Some secret agent type event? You will never guess who is at your door!

White day event? Here you go a nice Edmond covered in fucking chocolate for you my good bitch!!!!!

I’m going to vomit and explode if I see this blue haired tsundere freak in my screen again oh god

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ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????

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Video posting !

I miss the fairy fort 💔

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I wasn’t going to really post anything about the game anymore, but I decided to just go back to it for some reason and I have no way to explain my luck, because in my first ten pulls after leaving this game for two years gave me a nice Quincy (Snow Patrol) and I was very happy!

But then I decided to do another ten pulls because Quincy looks so hot in the new event and you know what I got?

FUCKING EDMOND (Shrewd Perception)!!!

“Oh you are sad for getting a good character? How weird-“

No! I’m sad because I ALWAYS MANAGE TO SOMEHOW GET THIS FUCKER IN ALMOST EVERY FUCKING BANNER HE IS IN INSTEAD OF ANY OTHER CHARACTER????

Regular banner? Look who is here for you! Edmond!

Some secret agent type event? You will never guess who is at your door!

White day event? Here you go a nice Edmond covered in fucking chocolate for you my good bitch!!!!!

I’m going to vomit and explode if I see this blue haired tsundere freak in my screen again oh god

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make him have insane beef with someone on swiftspace

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Official Stickers Volume 15

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Transmigrator!Hua Cheng AU (aka SVSSS x TGCF AU) | I mean technically it's an AU but I wrote it in a way that would make it fit as HC's POV throughout TGCF, so AU or theory? Take that as you will | Warning: Canon Compliant Violence, Suicide ideation, Implied non-con (not between Hualian and never actually happens here)

"A Tale of Three Princes" was Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky’s latest novel. Unlike his previous success, Proud Immortal Demon's Way, ATTP (as it was called by the fans) was a renowned  masterpiece. Far from the stallion novels Airplane readers had been used to, ATTP was more akin to one of those classics that would be taught over and over again throughout  the centuries. What made it so peculiar though was the narrative device used to tell its story.

ATTP was not in fact a single story, but three, set in the same universe, centuries apart. The three stories were updated one after another daily, by chapters of ten thousand words (as Airplane readers were used to). Which meant that the readers had no idea how each story ended before being swept up into the next...

Which also explained why Zhu Qiang did not know any of the three endings when he got reincarnated into ATTP.

It had been just another terrible day for Zhu Qiang when he died. He had found a quiet spot in his school's stairwell to unwind and read the latest update of ATTP when his bullies had found their way back to him. He had put up a good fight, maybe too much, as he could still remember losing his footing and falling head first onto the stairs. When he had opened his eyes, it was not to the stairwell's ceiling, or even a hospital, but a busy street where people in ancient clothing looked at him strangely.

After a few minutes, he had put two and two together relatively quickly. He  had transmigrated in none other than the second story of ATTP, also called the Xianle Arc. As for which character he was supposed to be... He had no idea. When he had asked the system about it, it only flashed him a [System has encountered an error. System update…] which was not helpful in the least. Despite his more introverted personality, he had no other choice but to ask around… And the answers came relatively quickly: “It’s the monster child!” “Get away you fiend!” “Disappear!” With a sigh, he came to the realization that unlike many of those popular transmigration novels, this life wouldn’t be too much different from his previous one.

He hadn’t been the best looking guy back in his hometown, at least from what he knew, and people had always bullied him for it. This time around, he had no mirrors or phones to confirm what others said, but he supposed he wasn’t much different. (Though to be fair, even back in his previous life he had always carefully avoided mirrors and photos, he couldn’t even recall what his own face actually looked like). Once the system had finished its update, it tried to give him some helpful directions to survive, like where he could find food or shelter, but any questions about what character he was supposed to be were left unanswered. (All that he knew was that he was about ten years old). However, he finally got access to his stats (after days left to his own devices) and he almost choked on the spot.

“MINUS THIRTY-SIX ON LUCK?! WTF?!”

The reason for  these god-awful bad stats? A passive skill called Eye of Misfortune which reduced his own luck by a hundred points, and the one of surrounding people by fifteen percent. Completely unfair… But it explained people’s glares and insults. Again, with no mirror to look for, Zhu Qiang had no idea of what that Eye of Misfortune actually looked like. But at this point, he had understood that the best way to stay on the down low was to hide it. Usually, those types of novels would then introduce a special ability only the protagonist could have to solve his main issue and become a total badass… But asking the system about it, for the very first time, it seemed to express an actual tangible emotion.

[System apologizes. There has been an error. UV003 has no special ability attached to this vessel besides Eye of Misfortune and Demonic Heritage.]

Ah, yes Demonic Heritage. Another passive skill that actually was useful, unlike the other, as it made him less receptive to pain by fifty percent. He supposed it was linked to Eye of Misfortune in some way… But again how could he know when he’d apparently spawned out of nowhere with a backstory he wasn’t aware of? As time passed, the hope of bettering his life slimmed down until it seemed barely believable. 

He had no parents to take care of him. No home to find shelter in. No prospect of finding a job with his “deformity” as people called it… Only two months went by before he called it quits.

If he hadn’t died in that stairwell, he probably would have jumped from the rooftop of his school. He wasn’t afraid of death, he had hoped for that prospect for many years prior to reincarnating. But reincarnation hadn’t been kinder to him. It hadn’t offered him a life he could change, one he could better to prove he was worthy of something, anything. The system flashed him warning signs, but fuck it, he was tired. So tired of playing into God’s hand. 

[Major Event Activated: The Last Parade of Xianle.]

At the top of the castle’s wall, he could remember the first chapter of the second story of ATTP. “His beauty was beyond compare, his stance the one of a mighty warrior, and his gaze behind the mask: determined, fierce, and maybe even sly in his own childish way.” (Chapter 2 of A Tale Of Three Princes) He was too tired to go on, but if he had to go one last time, he wanted to see the prince, his favorite character, before doing so.

Once he saw him in his golden clothes, Zhu Qiang took a step beyond the edge and…

…

[Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations! Great things must be said three times! You have successfully changed the plot "The Star of Bad Omen" into "A Fateful meeting"! Character role changed from "Canon Fodder" to "Side Character". +100 B-points!]

… Uh?

He was cradled into a pair of strong arms, holding him tight against embroidered robes despite his dirty appearance. He heard the sound of a wooden object hitting the floor, and he looked up. There, with the most gentle eyes he had ever seen…

[New Character Unlocked: Xie Lian, Prince of Xianle. Second protagonist of A Tale of Three Princes.]

Zhu Qiang wanted to strangle the system with all his might. Finally, finally he knew which character he had been transmigrated into: THAT ONE STUPID KID WHO KILLED HIMSELF DURING THE PARADE OF XIANLE, CURSING THE ENTIRE COUNTRY IN THE PROCESS. WOW. That one child who had no name but haunted the entire second plotline of ATTP. Never named but always present, the curse of the city, the failure of its inhabitants, a character full of symbolism but no actual practical utility to speak of… No wonder his luck stat was so low and the system did nothing to make up for it!! He was born to die!!! 

That alone, pissed him off enough to reschedule his suicide at a later date. If he had to die he wanted it to be by his own hands and his own choice. If the system wanted him dead, then it was no better than his bullies back in his previous life! Besides, he was already laughing in its face, because he had been held by the Crown Prince of Xianle, a beauty amongst beauties, the most perfect and fascinating character ever written (in Zhu Qiang’s own biased opinion as a 16 year old).

What happened afterwards though was embarrassing to say the least. First he had been found out by Qi Rong (that bastard traitor, he had always hated him even when he was only a reader) who had beaten him to a pulp (he was so thankful for Demonic Heritage at that moment), then Xie Lian had saved him (yay!) and he had taken care of him (double yay!) and then he and his subordinates had asked him questions (fuck).

“What’s your name?” He doesn’t know. “What does your mother call you?” Uuuuh people said his cursed eye was red so maybe… “Hong…Hong-er?” “How cute!” Nailed it. “Where are your parents?” Damn, he wishes he knew! “I… ran away from home.” “Poor boy…” He would have felt awful if it weren’t for Xie Lian’s gentle hands and his soft smile. Any lie in the world was worth it if it allowed him to see him. He was however, feeling very uneasy in the presence of Feng Xin and Mu Qing, Xie Lian’s two closest servants and friends who were eyeing him as if he had a bomb hidden under his clothes. Especially Mu Qing, the last chapter of ATTP about Xianle he read implied that Mu Qing was about to betray the prince, and so Zhu Qiang (now renamed Hong-er) didn’t trust him one bit.

But even so… After that awful cultivator told him he didn’t deserve to live (and god did he already know that)... Xie Lian took him in his arms and said he wasn’t a monster. No matter how ugly his sobbing was, no matter the reason for his misfortune, Xie Lian, unafraid of him, held him and told him he was not a monster… that was more than anyone had ever done for him in two lifetimes. And for the first time in a long time, Zhu Qiang cried.

He already knew he was a curse on legs, and so no matter how thankful he was, he couldn’t extend his stay. He knew what sort of character he was, if he did, things would only get worse for Xie Lian from then on. And he didn’t want that for him… And then Xie Lian ascended.

It was a miracle that he stayed alive for so long. His saving grace? Not Xie Lian’s temple he had built himself and took care of. No. It was beating the other street kids like they had beaten him up before. Hey, no judgement, those weren’t modern times, the worst that would happen is some other kids coming back to get revenge and then he could whoop their ass over again. Uh? He was an adult beefing with kids? That’s a detail, system, buddy! Let him enjoy this miserable life of his that had not improved one bit in three years besides that!

[+32 exp point. User has obtained a new success: Child Beater. Congratulations… (-_-)]

Now it’s just making stuff up. Anyway, life was going, that was it. Every day was the same: go in the fields to get a flower for the crown prince’s statue (not only did it make him happy, it also raised his Faith stat!), pray, take care of the temple if need be, take leftovers from one of the big houses in the neighbourhood, beat other kids up when they came to provoke him (or steal his food), go back to the temple to pray (again), clean it up (again), steal food (again), beat kids (again) and sleep where no one will see him (...again). It was fine the first year. The second, it had become redundant, the third, he was wondering what the heck he was doing. Beating kids raised his stats slowly but surely, but becoming stronger wasn’t his goal. What he wanted… And that was it, he didn’t know what he wanted. And after three years, doubt made its way in the cracks of his broken heart: he lived so he could spite the system for attempting to kill him… But was it worth it? 

Xie Lian was a god now, and with his shitty luck, was he going to live long enough to even see him for the upcoming civil war? What was the point of it all in the end? He wasn’t supposed to live. He had never been meant to live at all… So why…?

“If you don’t know what to live for, then live for me.”

[Class upgrade: Beggar -> Soldier. Skill update: STR +15. DEF +13. CHAR +5...etc]

[New passive skills acquired: Blade of Xianle, doubles the amount of exp gained from killing humans. Demonic Heritage II, the might of your ancestors give you +20 to your Strength and Speed.]

[Major event coming soon: Land of Tender, Land of Loser.]

Reading about the Land of Tender had been excruciating. One of the main criticisms towards ATTP was how downright cruel some chapters were towards the main three princes. Each had one specific traumatic event that would shape them up for the rest of the story, their own fall from grace. In the case of Xie Lian… It had been the Land of Tender.

Unlike his previous novel Airplane hadn’t romanticized what happened at all. It was so raw and so awful many readers had considered dropping the story right here and there, Zhu Qiang had been one of them. It was the start of the fall of Xianle, marked by this cruel beyond humanly possible event.

Now, standing straight with his sword in hand, Hong-er faced the flowers. He couldn’t let them close, he knew what would happen if he did. It’s the exact reason for why he had followed Xie Lian in the forest to save Qi Rong even if he hated him. If he gave up, if he wavered for just one moment… Never could he forgive himself.

And then the flowers changed appearances, and laughing, they took the face of the Crown Prince.

Back when Xie Lian only used to be a character in Zhu Qiang eyes, he admitted he looked at some fanarts or some skimpy fics about him, sometimes even watched videos imagining it was him. Face with the real deal, he had vowed himself to never see him again as some sort of forbidden pleasure. And yet those flowers had seen right through him… Maybe they had all been right, his bullies, his parents, his teachers, the villagers, everyone… Maybe he was a monster.

“You’re not a monster,” he had clinged onto those words for years. But his palm against the white skin of his prince, he felt his devotion waver. He thought it was faith, he thought it was fate, now… he wondered, hadn’t it all been in the name of lust and obsession? When Xie Lian left, and he asked for him, he reminded himself of why he shouldn’t have gotten closer in the first place: he was a jinx.

Mu Qing kicked him out of the army after this event. There was no point in arguing with him. No matter how Hong-er told him he was the one at fault for abandoning the prince, the only acknowledgement he got from him was a slap to his face and his insignia snatched out of his hands. And back to the street he was. He wasn’t beating kids anymore, no point to that, he would destroy them at the first occasion. His stats were high thanks to how much he had killed (Paper men, he reminded himself after washing the blood off his hand, paper men). There was the epidemic too. Since he was immune, he got recruited to take care of the transport of the ill. The grotesque faces made him want to puke, but it hadn’t been the worst he’d seen at that point.

He saw Xie Lian one last time. And then another time, his eyes closed, holding the pagoda… And then Xianle fell. And he was back to beating kids up to protect the temples he rebuilt.

“I’ll never forget you!!” His one reason to hold on in two lifetimes.

He died in Xie Lian’s temple, stabbed by Qi Rong, not without smashing his head in retaliation. Heavens, he hated that guy. He laughed low and quiet, the system flashing his health bar lowering and lowering. And then… As he had expected it, everything faded to black.

[GAME OVER. 2/3 life left, start again?]

Wait… HE HAD SPARE LIVES???!!

[Class update: Soldier -> Malice. Base stats changed from Human to Ghost. Passive skills still active: Eye of Misfortune, Demonic Heritage I, Demonic Heritage II, Blade of Xianle...]

[To continue…?]

(I don't know if I'll do it in multiple parts or not, if you like it I'll continue. Other than that, here's the tweets that started it all:)

(I added one of the replies mentioning that it could explain why his writing is so bad because I hadn't thought about it when I made my first tweets, but looking at his writing in adaptations and comparing it to how modern chinese students write... You can see similarities.)

If you enjoy the concept you can add onto it in the replies, the reblogs or send me asks!

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A Mother’s Plea: Help Us Survive and Protect My Unborn Child

My name is Sahar. Like any young woman, I dreamed of a stable and happy life. I was engaged to Mohammad, and together, we dreamed of building a warm little home where we could start our life. We spent years preparing our house, but just before our wedding, everything was destroyed in an instant by the war.

I was faced with a choice: to leave Mohammad in the midst of this chaos or to stand by him and begin our journey together, no matter how difficult it might be. I chose him. We got married, not in the dream wedding I had envisioned, but under the harsh reality of war. Our new home became a fragile tent, offering neither comfort nor security.

Today, I am seven months pregnant and living in constant fear for my unborn daughter. I am terrified of the world she will be born into—a world of poverty, hunger, and freezing cold. We’ve been displaced over nine times, carrying nothing but the weight of loss and the hope for survival. The house we dreamed of is now rubble, and the tent we live in barely shields us from the rain and cold.

How will I protect my daughter? We struggle to find enough food. Basic necessities like milk, blankets, and clothing feel impossibly out of reach. The cost of survival has become unbearable. Every night, I am haunted by the thought: how can I bring her into this world, knowing I cannot keep her safe?

I write to you with a heavy heart, pleading for help. I don’t ask for much, just the chance to give my daughter a safe beginning, a life with warmth and dignity. Every small donation can be a lifeline for us, and even sharing our story can make a difference. Please, help us survive this storm and rebuild our shattered lives.

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From the depths of my heart, thank you for your kindness and compassion🥹❤️🙏

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DAILY SHUAKE WEEK 3

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What's up with the Reizners (Kolya & Nikita)?

Better late than never: the loredump on Nikita and Kolya Reizner is finally here!

If you read my blog, you may already know some of this information. But it's always nice to have things organised.

So let's talk about them.

Childhood

Nikita and Kolya as kids.

Nikita and Kolya grew up in a small countryside town, with Nikita being older by three years. Their mother was a nurse, their father a factory worker.

Nikita was always positioned as an example for Kolya: he was the smarter one, the one that knew how to get along with people, the one that could stand up for himself. Kolya, on the other hand, was absent-minded, meek, and showed little interest in communicating with others.

This made him an easy target for bullying. Sometimes Nikita tried to ignore it, sometimes he stood up for him. Kolya would have preferred if he stuck to the former - having his brother defend and then scold him for not being assertive enough was more degrading than being picked on.

University

Kolya always enjoyed tinkering with electronics, so he went for an electrician degree. He wasn’t an exceptional student, but he enjoyed it significantly more than school. People didn’t bother him nearly as much.

Nikita enrolled in the biology department of a pedagogical university. He worked hard to get rid of his countryside accent and blend in with the more “educated” crowd.

He joined the admission committee after his first year, which is how he met Nadya: she was applying to the philology department of the university. Their relationship began shortly after.

Joining the stalker business

Kolya wanted an escape from society more than anything. And the anomalous Zone outside the city called to him, insistently so.

It was a time when the border was significantly less tight, when big stalker groups were still prevalent, but already on their way out. He met Victor Kazarin in one such group. The latter was still a young stalker, with only a couple of years behind his belt.

Still, under his guidance, Kolya’s abilities developed incredibly fast - he was a total natural. And it wasn't just his sharp talent, it was the way he walked the Zone, the way he loved it with all of his heart.

Experiencing a sense of freedom and levity isn't uncommon for stalkers. But to Kolya it went far beyond that. To him, it felt more real than anything else in the world, it was the only place that felt truly alive.

When Nikita found out about Kolya’s side gig, he was mortified. How could his slow, empty-headed brother survive in those conditions? How could he ever navigate that dark criminal business? He had to keep an eye on him.

After realising he cannot talk Kolya out of it, Nikita joined the same group. He never developed a strong sense for the Zone’s anomalies, but his biological knowledge paid off in a major way. Despite not having a medical degree, he knew more than enough to take on the rare doctor role.

After finding somewhere he finally felt complete, Kolya was once again treated as a clueless, incompetent child.

When the big group was showing signs of deterioration, Victor offered the brothers and several other stalkers to leave and form a smaller, more tightly-knit team. His connections from working in the militia (local police) created a solid basis for finding potential clients and covering things up.

Nikita's arrest

Maybe somebody snitched, maybe Kolya’s behaviour raised suspicion among his day job coworkers - whatever the reason, his house was searched and numerous artefacts were found.

But what would someone as soft and careless as him do in prison? Somebody as naive and weak could never last there, Nikita thought.

So he did what he had to: acted like the artefacts found in the younger brother’s apartment were his and then aggressively resisted arrest - just for good measure. Hell, maybe he would have managed to get away.

But he didn’t. As opposed to other stalkers having their scars bestowed by the Zone, the one on his neck was the result of a police confrontation. Nikita did not expect them to open fire when he ran. He was surprised he lived at all - the bullet grazed uncomfortably close to the carotid artery. He lucked out.

Kolya had never felt that insulted. He tried to come clean about being the real culprit. But Nikita knew how to be convincing; Kolya didn't. And Kolya felt no gratitude. 

Breakup with Nadya

The breakup in the Mill.

Nikita was given 4 years in prison, but got parole after serving just 2. He immediately returned to helping injured stalkers.

Nadya waited for him through all his prison years. Considering how their relationship was going, some part of Nikita secretly hoped she wouldn't. She was a very self-conscious person, one that was infatuated with someone who seemed so much more confident than her. To the point where she felt like without his guidance, she’d be completely lost, and useless, and stupid.

Nikita both liked it and didn’t. Who wouldn’t enjoy a beautiful girl obsessing over them? But dealing with all of that baggage was inconvenient, it was tiring. Was it even worth it? Sometimes he wasn’t sure.

Still, things looked sweet on his release. Everyone, Kolya included, seemed glad to have him back.

Then, several months later, Nadya announced she was pregnant.

Nikita didn't want a child, especially not one that would have an almost guaranteed mutation. He proposed an abortion, but the woman refused. His reasoning that she usually took as gospel did not work. And no matter how much Nadya cried or pleaded with him, no matter how much she tried to convince him it would be okay, Nikita refused to take that burden upon himself. 

There was no easy compromise. He left.

Kolya didn't have much of an opinion about Nadya. He didn't have much of an opinion about most people. And really, he didn't feel particularly bad for her.

However, hearing about what had happened made him repulsed in a quite satisfying way. The brother that always knew best, the brother that was so condescendingly self-sacrificing, had finally levelled himself with the rest of the earth's scum.

Months later Nikita would seek out the maternity hospital Nadya gave birth in. He wasn't registered as the father - he could not access any information about her. He couldn't contact her himself either.

Her acquaintances refused to talk with him. But eventually, one of them caved.

Nadya was pregnant with twins. Died while giving birth. The offspring was transferred directly to the institute. And that was it.

Raising Sergei and Sasha

It was a dumb death. A misstep. Kolya wasn’t sure what he felt when he saw Victor’s body turn to mush. It was so instant and so simple. Natural. Kolya’s breath halted, but just momentarily.

They had a plan prepared long in advance in case something like this would come to pass. Sending Sasha and Sergei to the orphanage was not an option, everyone had been well aware of the state of those systems. Instead, Victor Kazarin would live on, if only on paper.

They held a funeral of sorts: to onlookers, it was just an uncharacteristically big visit to the grave of Maria Kazarina. That was where Kolya informed Sergei about the plan. Him and Nikita would help raise the siblings until Sergei turned 18 and could become his sister’s legal guardian. Of course, they’d help him afterwards as well.

Kolya and Nikita raising Sergei and Sasha.

Sasha was fascinating to Kolya in a “child of the Zone” way, but he wasn’t very interested in her on a personal level. To her, he was the strange spaced out uncle that had cool electronics around the house and took pictures of her and Sergei. He also played the guitar like her dad used to.

Kolya and Sergei had a lot more to talk about. Kolya’s calm demeanour helped Sergei feel more at ease despite the terrible circumstances. Even with his ditzy nature, Kolya provided a certain sense of security and comfort. Kolya always considered Sergei a good kid, though he did believe his treatment of Sasha was too overbearing, especially considering his own relationship with Nikita.

The latter, on the other hand, was much closer to the girl. She liked to play with Nikita even before her father’s death, so the adoptive uncle role came to him naturally. Sasha grew very attached to him, especially since he was significantly easier to talk to than Sergei. Nikita, in turn, was happy to have Sasha around.

The Grinder incident

The group heading out to the mission in the Mill.

Beyond the Grinder lies the wishing room. At least, that’s what they say. It’s a rumour impossible to confirm or disprove. Can you really pass the whole stretch of the tunnel before your legs, your arms, your face, your whole body disintegrates? You don’t know. Do you want to find out? Probably not.

The natural human instinct for survival can only be superseded by total desperation – or apathy in equal measure. Did Kolya have enough of any? Neither Sergei, nor Olya knew. They didn’t know why he had to enter the Grinder, either. Was that what he had wanted from the start? When was “the start”? Maybe it didn’t matter.

They could not follow him. And that alone was good.  

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Teenage Mutant Neglected Turtles

hellooooo, welcome to the master post of TM(N)T first things first:

Trigger Warnings for this AU (and for my account in general if we're being honest):

sexual assault/child sexual assault

grooming

child abuse (mental, emotional, physical, sexual and prolly in other ways too)

incest

pedophilia

sometimes graphic violence

Suicide/suicidal ideation/suicide attempts

Emotional manipulation/manipulation in general

ALL these things will be tagged either as what they are or what they are with tw after them (example: incest tw or child abuse/child abuse tw)

Discord Server

I don’t run this server I just check in on it sometimes. It’s by and for ppl who like this au but mostly they just chill out I think

Tags

(this is how I prefer to search through stuff)

TM(N)T Tag (chronological Tag) <- contains anything TM(N)T related

TM(N)T Art Tag (chronological Tag) <- contains only TM(N)T art

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less importat tags

hamato ninpo (contains anything in reference to their powers/how their powers works)

leos no good timeline (posts related to a timeline in which Leo let his brothers run away)

Individual character tags (Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie, Splinter, Yuichi, Casey, Cassandra, April O'neil, Abe, Adelaide, Bishop, Krang, Shredder, Leatherhead, Karai,

Character References

Turtles - Donnie's battle shells(more specifics) - 13 yr old donnie - turtles genders/sexualities - turtles mental illnesses - leo's specific intrusive thoughts -

Casey Jones (face) (body)

April O'neil

main/relevant comics/fics (once again, all comics, including smaller ones not listed here, can be found under the tag #tmnt comic)

long ones:

Leo Mindscape Memory Adventures

Caracal Carousel (tumblr tag) (fic link)

Slash Origin Comic

shorter ones:

Raph Finding Casey

Rasey Almost Kiss

Casey's social media

The Boys Attempt To Run Away (digital) (printed)

Raph and Leo talk about the runaway attempt years later

Splinter yells at Leo

Donnie Depression

unsupervised internet usage

monster donnie

raph cannibalism stuff

Leo complaining to April

Donnie meeting a stranger, rabbit man

tiny mikey and donnie explodin stuff