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A few of you guys who have been around for the early days of this blog might remember a particularly legendary 10-roll, wherein both Karna and Arjuna arrived thanks to the Dayman Song being used as a catalyst.

Well everyone. I return to you years later to once more confirm the effectiveness of the catalyst.

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone in between… we got him.

I was looking into where and how I could watch the El-Melloi Case Files Dub while grinding the new event, and somehow my search led me to this:

He looks so fed up and disappointed by everything.

I want ten.

Spoilers ahead for the Ooku Event and some of the hecking best development for the Caster Wife.

Very quick PSA/Reminder for everyone. We’re very close to the new Valentine’s Day Event, which means that it’s finally time for the voiced exchange dialogues. So with that in mind, don’t forget to either sell or enhance away your previously acquired Valentine’s CEs, as you won’t get the voiced exchanges if you already have the CE in question. Conversely, if there’s an exchange that you don’t want to repeat, then by all means keep the CE and save yourself the grinding.

Final Thoughts on The New Years 2021 Event

I just finished the Enma-Tei event not too long ago and, for as much as I could say that I loved it and leave it at that, I don’t think I could convey those emotions accurately without explaining why.

Mechanically speaking, the event is pretty straightforward. The more you build, the more points you get each day, and since you’re doing all that grinding for building materials the shop currency builds up pretty quickly. What surprised me though was the fights. So many of them had creative twists to them. Building a strategy to take down Musashi, going ham with Old Man Li, and even letting Anastasia darken the sky with mudballs felt like a refreshing change of pace from previous events.

Then there’s the dialogue. I think I’ve said it before, but one of my favorite things about this game is the characters interacting in ways that they probably wouldn’t have gotten the chance to in the main series. So the fact that we had so much high quality content for these characters made it all the more enjoyable to read. I still can’t help but smile thinking back on the GUDAGUDA Pillow Fight and Jing Ke’s Drunk Karaoke, and I couldn’t recreate my noises I made when the Hassans showed up if you paid me (especially for Gramps).

Lastly, there’s the personal connection that this event made with me. A lot of people will probably talk about the Spirited Away vibes of this event, and that’s fair, if not justified. Unfortunately, circumstances have only allowed me to have seen half of Spirited Away (which I fully intend to rectify in the near future), but that didn’t change the connection I was able to make. One of my favorite jobs that I’ve ever had was when I worked for two summers as an assistant cook at a summer camp. The pay wasn’t great, but room and board were covered and it was altogether just a really good place to work. Anyway, between the cast working at this inn and Beni-Enma’s dialogue about things like kitchen etiquette, cooking for yourself vs cooking for others, and cooking being about more than just following a recipe made me feel a nostalgic sort of happiness that I haven’t felt in a while.

Overall, 10/10. When even the feeling of pulling a rate-up 5-star is overshadowed by your enjoyment of the event as a whole, you know you’ve made something good (it was Tamamo if you’re curious). Easily one of my top 5 (if not top 3) events in this game so far, even if my reasons for liking it aren’t the same as everyone else’s.

Señior Tsar, the numbers don’t lie, and they spell out disaster for you at Christmas 2020!!!

Type: Headcanon

Requested by:@angel-of-requiem​

Warnings:Violence, Stalking, Manipulation, abuse

BACK AFTER GETTING IN, THANK U MOD RULER, COLLEGE DONE NOW TIME FOR LAW SCHOOL,,, also I made an imagines blog (kimetsu no yaiba, anyone?) while I was waiting for this to open, please check out this? Also, announcements later. Thankks! - Mod Avenger

Beowulf 

• He’s terrifying. He cages you behind him like some terrible beast guarding a princess in a tower. Of course you are; to him you are kind, your songs like nectar from a flower. He wants to be the only one listening to them, they’re all taking advantage of you that’s why–
• You need to be safe. Absolutely. His intentions are pure, all he wants to do is keep you away from conniving servants, those mages who look at you like a lab specimen, your parents who look at you and no longer see their child but a battle-worn soldier, everyone.
• Keeps you in line with threats. It’s just verbal at first. Then it escalates when he hits you one day. You look at him with so much hurtand while he hates it, Beowulf notices that it keeps you so much more in line. It helps him keep you in line.
• Soon you’ve got a pavlovian condition where the slightest tensing of his arm makes you flinch, as you know what usually happens after that. If you were so docile, maybe we wouldn’t have to be ths way, he thinks. But now, you’re safe. Nobody can do anything to you now. N o on e. 

Merlin

• Merlin keeps his S/O in line by eternal sleep. That’s the last resort. Second is paranoia, just enough for them to only turn to him, and first, nightmares. 
• He gives his S/O nightmares of everything they fear. Maybe everyone leaving them for a better, stronger master. Maybe their family locked away by the Clock Tower, their lineage opened and examined. Maybe this time, the clock tower cuts you up and examines every vein and cell. 
• In those dreams, Merlin makes sure he is the one who saves you. All the time. The Cycle repeats until you can’t tell apart reality from dreams anymore. You’re erratic. Pushing everyone away. Mashu is concerned, but she doesn’t understand. Only Merlin does.  
• You sleep more and more with Merlin. He covers you up and makes you dream of a world where everything is soft, and whatever you want it to be. A Pokemon adventure? You become a Master with Merlin! Fantasy? Both of you travel! and your dreams turn into days and days turn into years and years turn into decades and decades into centuries but that’s okay! Merlin is with you so (WAKE UP)
• “You don’t need to wake up, my little dove. Stay here f or re ver.”  

Proto Cu

• Okay, so Proto Cu is the younger version of Fate Cu. He has Emer. And Yet Emer can’t hold a candle to you, and neither does Fand, the fairy woman Emer was ever jealous of, who was able to charm Cu. 
• Cu is chill! That’s a fact. But he gets unnecessarily riled up when you’re involved in the conversation. When other eyes stray to you, be immediately slips between you and them, arm around you and smiling with thinly veiled malice. 
• He’s one of the more healthier yandere, tbh. Cu is confident in his abilities and looks, so he’s  fairly lenient on his victimS/O. He just comes off as territorial, and somewhat aggressive when another takes interest in his S/O.
• But when he snaps, say goodbye to the outside world for months at a time. He’s your only companion now. Keep your eyes and hands on him so Cu might forgive you and let you out again. 
• “You don’t need to look at anyone else, yeah? I’m here. I’ll give you everything to give. Oh, but I’m taking everything you are in exchange, of course. I love you so  m u ch  after all.”
  

Requested By: Anon

Triggers: Death, and angst?

I lov,,,, reincarnation and an g st  also, this has so many soulmate references = hanahaki refs, bc I love unrequited looove- Mod Avenger

There was, a long time ago, someone who had called him a fool for yearning for an eternal love and choosing to be a king. That person couldn’t have been more correct.

Solomon (Romani) could never forget their eyes, not full of glorious suns or twinkling stars, but simple eyes so full of affection, dreams, and life that it took his breath away. It was, for the most part, the first and last time he saw them, although the arrow on his wrist pointed towards them, and theirs to him, and all the colors of the world followed their meeting. 

They were part of an envoy from the far east, a general colossus of people who came to give their greetings to the well-known Wise King Solomon. At the end of the procession, they stood, head bowed low, but–

Color. The pillars (like the red Sheba exclaimed when she laid her eyes on him), glimmered, and everything spread from there and and and–

But he was a king, and a king could not put his love before his country(Beside him, Sheba took note of Solomon’s line of sight, and felt her insides contract when she saw a foreign child at the end of his golden eyes). 

(That night, when the same servant approached him, Solomon declined, and felt guilt course through him when they asked if he saw the colors, and he replied no. Solomon’s query on which if one could die while alive was answered. It was painful.)

(Their face lost its cheerful loveliness, and they ran away after a swift bow, into the dark of the night. Solomon held Sheba’s cold, clammy hands, as if it were a lifeline, a promise that he would not could not will not leave her.)

Years after the envoy (and with his love) left, Solomon woke from his slumber and found that all the colors of the world had vanished, and not even the company of his favored wife Sheba could console him.

They were gone.

Romani (Solomon) saw them again, a few hundred thousand years later, at the top of a snowy mountain. A small magus, with no compass needles; a broken mark. No hope and only bitterness in their expression. 

“It’s always been like this.” they laughed, low and resentful, as they watched another Nth person they loved run off with a soulmate. “It’s like I’m cursed.”

And if that didn’t just rip his heart into shreds, then maybe nothing couldn’t. But it did. Rejection from a past life could often cut the bond forever. Romani wanted to kneel, and beg, just beg for everything he had done to be undone. 

(Then Sheba was summoned, and she immediately recognized him, but kept it shut until they were alone with Da Vinci. Romani cried before his former wife who also cried, albeit for a different reason, about what he had done.)

He could carry them, when they fell asleep, and put a blanket over them. Maybe tell them to take care, after a fresh batch of flowers was removed from their lungs, or tell a joke. They could laugh, but the moment he stopped and moved away, their hollow, heavy gaze would wander at the broken compass inside their wrist and it just–

broke 

his 

heart.

Type: Scenario

Requested by: Anon

Had to repost bc text editor was goin wonky on me ghkhk- Mod Avenger

Of course,you knew you weren’t always the first in the long line of Romani (Solomon)’s wives, but all at the same time, you couldn’t help but feel that something against your chest was hopelessly dashed (and broken) on solid rock when you thought about how he could have had women better, prettier, stronger and more of everything than you, and not just an extra Technomancy Division Officer, but actual Queens and Princesses who ruled kingdoms.

Of course, you hid it well, and you were a master performer because as beautiful as your life was, there was always expectations piled on too high (like how your parents did, until your sibling came and they were better betterbetterthan you could ever be), and at times masks and dams were needed to keep in the leaks that threatened to spill like viscous oil, drowning you in sorrows and grudges.

It was fine, the first few months of your tottering, clumsy relationship, it was warm and sunny (like clouds on a spring day), but after the reveal of Solomon (Romani), you grew somewhat darker (and darker), as if plunging into a cold, nameless sea whenever Romani (Solomon) would talk to another woman (he was not David, you knew that, but still–).

(Soon, everything went downhill when Sheba came, and in her soft eyes and familiar gestures towards your beloved doctor, you suddenly became an outsider whenever she was present.)

And in the back of your mind, whenever you saw her soft smiles (not him, bitch) and his laughter (please, no) towards each other (and not you) something shattered into tiny pieces a little bit more.

And in the back of your mind, voices whispered, slowly growing as your madness and masks of entreaty did, and as Sheba’s advances grew bolder and bolder.

“…Age of the Gods? Oh, bring it back?”

Silence, but at the same time, a cacophony of a thousand voices of all ages and gender, and nationality.

“…Will he be mine alone if I do that?“

The soft sound of snow, and then a wide, distorted grin that somehow managed to be sweet and maddeningly terrifying at the same time.

“R_i_gh_t; the End_ of theWorldit is,then.”