#AX is officially cannon

[prompts-and-people]

MID-DAY ROUND UP

WC today: 1,115

NaNo Total: 12,801

Remaining: 37,199

Doing a mid-day NaNoWriMo update because I finished chapter 22!!

(I'll do a second update later when I meet my WC.)

Aimee walks over to me, standing right in front of my face. She watches me for a long moment as I watch her. Her dark green eyes lock with my red ones. She shakes her head.

“Why are you hiding, blue?” she questions me.

I almost laugh at the nickname. It seems so fitting now, almost like she knew who I was long before I did. I smile at the familiarity and comfort of the nickname of so many years, but the severity of her voice limits me.

I look down at the floor, tracing the cracks in the stone with my eyes. “In Ambition there is a word: sevremaat—it means ‘soulmate’.” The scars covering my skin burn at the recognition. “When you cry for your soulmate, special tears—sevremaat tears burn your skin.” I take a deep breath and gather my strength that’s keeping the tears at bay. I ready myself for what I’m about to do. “They’re supposed to heal, but mine didn’t." I grab the edge of the veil. "I didn’t like the reactions that I was getting.”

I lift my veil, tucking it behind my head. I try to close my eyes before I can see anyone’s reactions, but I see Swa flinch just as my eyes fall shut. “That, and the human lives being taken for granted deserve to be mourned.”

Aimee’s ice cold hand runs down my face in a gentle caress. “I’m so sorry.” Her voice breaks. I open my eyes only to see her own widen. “They really are red,” she muses.

I nod. “Blood of the Five.”

My father wraps his arms around me once again as Aimee steps back. “I never even knew that you were in love,” he whispers. “I’m sorry, baby girl.”

I shake my head. “Neither did I.”

@lyra-brie Opinions on this one?

#rain posts #library #twfa #nanowrimo 2022 #i feel kind of good about this snippet #its not the best part of the chaper though #anna just gave eveyone hope that her son might still be alive #plus Andy had to tell everyone that she was soulbound to Xander #AX is officially cannon

[au-mashup-party]

The designs are finally complete for Axe and Armory’s children. Note they are from an alternate timeline and not the canon timeline however, they are still the official children of the two.

Jax confirmed that there were meant to be five children, but decided to go with three instead. Lance and Blade are the only two named after weaponry while Wendy is named after one of Axes old friends. They were  not meant to look identical to each other, but have different mixed features of their dads.

I also been told they were supposed to be featured a while ago ���, but the idea was scratched due to his lack of motivation, and a little while later, he discovered the three characters and showed them to me, after getting the approval to keep the characters, I decided to give them names since they didn’t have any before.

So all though are not a part of the canon timeline, they will be featured on the blog will be allowed to receive questions. Honestly these three are such sweethearts and I am thankful they were never forgotten about. So we can all say Axe x Armory was meant to be cannon after all.

Thank you again @rubytale-chapter2 😊

#ship kids #axe x armory #ut ship children #undertale au #undertale multiverse #undertale blog #utmv #undertale fanart #axe kat ruby tale #armory kat rubytale #rubytale ship child

[nzbricks]

Minifigure Showcase: The Company of Thorin Oakenshield. 

As much as I love the lord of the Rings, the Hobbit has always been my personal favorite between the two, and one of my favorite tales from the Legendarium in general. It’s the simple plight of an ordinary guy being somewhere he doesn’t want to be, and just wanting to go home. My kind of story. Here I have captured the majority of Thorin’s company using official LEGO parts and my own creativity, doing my best to steer away from the designs of the less-than-favorably remembered Hobbit films. That being said, a couple of the dwarves’ designs were pretty on par so I kept a couple largely intact. 

1: Bilbo, Gandalf, and Thorin

Gandalf maintains the same design I showcased for him for the fellowship of the ring awhile back, so there is very little to say there. Bilbo, however, is using the same head and hair from the original LEGO sets, but with the legs of 10316 Rivendell’s hobbits to accurately capture his hobbit feet. The torso is my own design, inspired by his appearance in Fellowship of the Ring’s prologue, though lacking his admittedly orange waistcoat. He of course uses the Rivendelll mold for Sting, and the One Ring. Thorin Oakenshield himself is given an older, grisly, and far, far more appropriate look than what he got in the Hobbit films. His torso is dark red, and is decorated appropriately regal for his status as King Under the Mountain. He is cannonically the oldest of the dwarves, and looks it with a long white beard and hair, courtesy of Rivendell’s Gloin. 

2: Balin, Bifur, and Bofur

Balin is the second-eldest of the dwarves, and not as warrior-oriented as the rest. As such, he is given the appearance of a kindly old toy-maker with glasses courtesy of Dumbledore, and a long white beard original to his actual LEGO minifigure. He walks with a cane and wears a long blue cloak. I would have liked to have more the dwarves wearing hoods as they are described in the books, but needless to say, LEGO hoods and beards are hardly compatible. Bifur and Bofur both wear distinctly funky hats and sport long beards, which cover up their ornately detailed torso’s the latter of which is custom. They both wield digging-utensils as they are coal miners by trade. 

3: Oin, Dwalin, and Dori

Oin uses a modified version of Blackbeard’s beard from LEGO Pirates of the Caribbean, sporting a short mohawk and carrying a unique axe. His face comes from Salah of the recent LEGO Indiana Jones sets. Dwalin is the second most derivative of his on-screen counterpart with his head, beard, cape, and weapon all coming from his original minifigure. The torso, however, came from a LEGO Creator Viking set. Dori uses his beard piece from the original LEGO minifigure, but uses a new face and custom torso, carrying a bag for his status as the “accountant” of the group. 

4: Nori, Ori, and Bombur

Nori uses a hair piece created for his on-screen counterpart in the original LEGO lineup, but reinvents his actual appearance with shoulder pads, belted armor, and a heavy axe and shield, depicting him as more of a warrior. Ori, meanwhile, borrows his hair and beard from LEGO depiction of Bifur, but it fits in better here with Ori’s appearance as a darker, more grizzled warrior, a far cry from his on-screen counterpart. Last, but most certainly not least, Bombur is the only minifigure from the original LEGO the Hobbit lineup to have changed virtually none. He uses the same head, torso, and beard as his original minifigure, because it was just that spot-on in depicting his lovable, gluttonous self. 

You may have noticed that this isn’t the entirety of the company, as Fili, Kili, and Gloin are rather noticeably absent. The reason for this is because I ran out of pieces. lol. In reality I couldn’t put together a design that looked appropriate for them, as I wanted Fili and Kili to look distinctly young, and Gloin to look noticeably similar to Gimli. The last thing of note is that all of the minifigures, with the obvious exception of the first two, all shared the improvement of using medium-length legs, as opposed to the short legs previously used to represent dwarves in Tolkien’s world. This puts them in far better scale with hobbits, but also sort of overstates their height in comparison with regular minifigures. Overall the company is as complete as it can be for now, and I hope to finish it off with the last three dwarves very soon. 

#lego the hobbit #the hobbit #bilbo baggins #the hobbit bilbo #lego #lego lord of the rings #lego lotr #tolkien legendarium #the company of thorin oakenshield #gandalf the grey #legocustom #legocommunity #legophotography #LegoMiniFigures

[tfwarfare]

Transformers Warfare: Megaempress & The Five Guards

As one of the few all femme combiners teams known to exist, Megaempress and her Five Guards are among some of the highest ranked Decepticons, with Megaempress even being considered for an alternate second-in-command to Megatron in case Starscream outlives his usefulness. But like the egotistical Seeker, Megaempress desires power and views Megatron as an obstacle in her way to obtaining it. Time will tell if she follows in Starscream's footsteps. After all, her team is already a force to be reckoned with.

Megaempress

The self proclaimed Empress of Destruction, Megaempress, much like Megatron himself, is charismatic and powerful, and very willing to flaunt it. Though she has a coral of bodyguards aiding her, she is unafraid to step into battle and show her foes exactly how she got such a high place in the Decepticon army.

Megaempress transforms into a Mitsubishi Fuso Great fire engine. She is armed with a rail fusion cannon and a "Judge Pickel" axe. Yes, she's aware of how ridiculous that name is.

Lunaclub

The younger and far more immature twin sister to Moonheart, Lunaclub is your average Starscream fangirl. Though she is loyal to Megaempress, as an inherit member of Megatronia, it certainly wouldn't surprise anybody if she suddenly fell in with the Seeker... especially with rumors that Starscream is planning to splinter away from Megatron, and take a few troops with him in the process. Only tIme will tell where Lunaclub ends up, however.

Lunaclub transforms into a Aérospatiale SA 360 Dauphin. She is armed with a Flame Sword and has the elemental ability to control fire.

Moonheart

Lunaclub's far calmer and less excitable sister, Moonheart is the medic of the team. Originally serving under Soundwave in the early days of the war, Moonheart would later join with Megaempress, where she would prove to be a valuable, loyal member.

Like her sister, Moonheart transforms into a Aérospatiale SA 360 Dauphin. Unlike her sister, she has the elemental ability to control water and wields a "Blizzard Blade".

Flowspade

Originally serving Shockwave during the war, Flowspade was won over by Megaempress's charisma and became genuinely loyal to her, officially joining the Five Guards. Now serving as a spy for "her empress", Flowspade is a protective warrior, and one who always aims to please.

Flowspade transforms into a Ferrari 458 Italia. She is armed with a "Tornado Cutter" blade and has the elemental ability to control wind.

Trickdiamond

A Decepticon with ties to damn near everyone and everything, most notably Swindle, Trickdiamond is the least trustworthy member of the 5 Guards. She is a cutthroat business woman who refuses to take anything seriously, save for her money making schemes, of which she is in charge of several.

Trickdiamond transforms into a Lamborghini Countach. She is armed with a "Quake Shield" and has the elemental ability to control earth.

Stormjoker

One of the less notable members of the Five Guards, Stormjoker originally had ties to the Insecticons, but her alt mode and general cleanliness meant she never quite fit into the group, which made her desperate for connection. However, after forming Megatronia for the first time, the shock to her core left her numb, and now she's is a bot who prides herself in her individuality, and one with a fear of intimacy. Time will tell if she outgrows this... or if she even stays with the team.

Stormjoker transforms into a Honda Goldwing GL1200. Unlike her other teammates, she has no control over any elements, but she is armed with twin vaporator cannons.

Thunderblast

Nominally a member of the 5 Guards, Thunderblast, like many other Decepticons, is obsessed with power. But rather then trying to obtain it herself, she'd rather let somebody else do the heavy lifting while she latches onto them as a romantic consort. While this normally earns her the ire of many a higher ranking Decepticon. Megaempress, on the other hand, has no qualms about this action... which is probably why she's Thunderblast's latest focus of attention. Megaempress is all too pleased to keep the femme by her side, should she have need for a replacement limb for Megatronia... or a bullet shield.

Thunderblast transforms into a speedboat. She is armed with a big ass missile launcher almost as long as she is tall, and a Neutron Assault Rifle.

Megatronia

Ultimate weapon of Megaempress and her 5 Guards, Megatronia is a powerful fusion of the 6 female Decepticons, and perhaps one of the more put together combiners, mentally speaking. Though as loud and boisterous as, say, Bruticus, she's far more stable, and that makes her a far more dangerous combatant, even for another combiner.

Megatronia, as a combined form, has no alternate mode. She is armed with Destopia, a powerful blade with a vibrating edge said to be capable to slicing through anything and everything.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers warfare #transformers au #megaempress #lunaclub #moonheart #flowspade #trickdiamond #stormjoker #thunderblast #megatronia

[unproduciblesmackdown]

few more Musings on Possibilities working off of the premise that winston's dick energy is related to the [psych (lol.) this is Wendy's new therapist, really] subplot:

just that ofc maybe he doesn't quit before/at the start of the episode. that would just be a hypothetical way for higher ups to realize this therapist (is modern psychoanalysis inherently a therapeutic practice? i think so. ugh grimacing sighing at looking up the theory / origins of any psychiatric practice but lord when isn't that the case. automatically i want more for winston, for anyone, than even a theoretically good fit psychiatrist) exists. since this hinges on anyone considering his quitting enough of a disruptive problem somehow to be motivating, versus maybe a comedic "btw anyone seen winston like, this week, now that i think about it" "[unsure murmurings]" moment about it.

maybe ppl are bothering to interact with just him outside the office, that we get to see, b/c of some different avenue of singling out: like that i do figure if winston wanted to see a therapist he would not go to wendy / not consider going to her, so after twisting anyone else's arm about where all this coordination amongst employees to Hurt Wendy's Ego came from, it's quickly like, oh yeah it was winston who started it, he recommends it to his friend with so many problems tuk, or ben, or some such deal. then everyone goes off to twist winston's arm about it too, asap, nigh literally

maybe it's about figuring this is some nefarious plan of winston's; wags being a good friend to wendy by killing all nerds who won't accept her performance coaching(tm). and/or about wresting info about this nefarious rival therapist from him as the expert (seeing her first / the longest), or him as A person seeing her who they most feel like grilling for information like hey nobody wants to accidentally make ben cry again but if winston cries b/c you were assaulting him then who cares, go see your fancy new therapist about how you're a total pussy. maybe wags just can't stand winston possibly having the choice to give them info, or even to take his time in doing so, basically being the "sure some ppl don't like getting their hands dirty. some babies don't have the stomach for it. but torture works! & i'm just the loose cannon committed to The Goals to stop waffling around about it" cliche, &/or is Disproving any approach that might treat winston like a person like no, treating him like a nonperson is the way, how can we stand otherwise? meanwhile the secret edge this person has is the basic obvious shit in contrast to even wendy's non special occasion therapy(? performance coaching) tactics are still just "i want to hurt you as much as i possibly can" & how just like her official job goals are wringing as much from employees as possible & making sure the company can steamroll them in any matter if convenient, a lot of which entails supporting the egos & enabling the behaviors of the employees who shit on everyone else. and here's dollar bill, wags. rian, "wendy's people" from the start....herself. axe. prince on occasion

maybe there's absolutely no especial reason for going after winston except that the audience gets the setup that assaults are no stakes & entertaining if it's winston who's targeted, so we won't be asking for further explanation lol literally do not care. little a treat for him, in his maybe last episode for maybe no especial reason, to maybe see him attacked thusly in his own home, that doesn't look like a particularly characterized setting. if that's even where he is

antibonus points if the cool new therapist shit talks winston still lmao like even if to basically Also pull a wendy like "ohh some ppl are just sooo complex & interesting (as though axe doesn't run on one line of code abt continuously feeding his ego & everyone/everything being fodder for that b/c that's the only way he can view anything & his potential interactions with them. b/c all that there is is Feeding His Ego)" where she'll dismiss all those other peons she treats like heh heh yes whatever Them, open & shut bunch of losers but i'm still nice to them b/c that's my brand of professionalism. but, wendy! You! you're Extraordinary! in fact i'll drop them all to take you on, as further incentive / b/c you'd be the one standout worthy case :)

bonus points is, supposing winston quits After being graced with whatever treatment in the episode & after being given fucked up input like that maybe he hinges his self esteem too much on what this job or anyone or anything associated with it seems to validate. but that maybe it's also about the treatment he's gotten repeatedly, the whole time, & he gets to say anything about it, & nobody gets to just tell him to shut up / pwn him so that in establishing him as the loser/inferior, nothing he says matters

#winston billions #tl;dr 'and maybe he doesn't quit at the start of the episode. but at the middle/end. and/or is fired. hooray #billions Does operate on a premise of ''wow these ppl are sooo smart'' #and the world operates on a premise of ''allistic ppl are smarter than autistic ppl. this is what makes them allistic'' #even with the oh so generous framing of ''oh there's different Kinds of being smart....allistic ppl are Socially & Emotionally smarter :) #but hey maybe you're a math savant or w/e you ppl do & a) nobody cares b) nobody thinks it's a talent/skill/'smartness' that can be #considered to belong to A Person. it's a mechanical output for an allistic person to; smartly; notice & harness :)'' wow u shouldn't have #what manifestations of ableism await us....will there be any [winston treated as a person for a moment by characters/writing] surprises.... #hilarious if he basically indirectly finds wendy a therapist + b/c indirectly wendy's terrible antitherapy inspired him to go elsewhere #and now that therapist will recur & winston may not. also hilarious....

[wreywrites]

Tiger Shark

Part 4: The Anchor

Chapter 23

If last year’s Hunger Games was the longest, this year’s must set some sort of record for the shortest. Within two days nine are dead, and on the fourth day Johanna Mason emerges from her hiding place in the trees and begins hunting down the rest. No one predicted that move. She scored a three, and everyone wrote her off. I even heard a rumor that she cried all through her time in the Training Center. Then the next thing we knew she killed the last six tributes, who made a desperate alliance against her, in two minutes. She was in the arena for five and a half days.

Sitting in the Victor Center, we are all shocked. That’s it, that’s the end. In a few days we’ll all go home and not see each other again until next year, except for the ones who get invited to the Victory Tour party. Johanna’s not even in bad shape. She didn’t have time to start to starve, and nobody messed with her before she went on her killing spree, so she’s not really injured. This is crazy. Why couldn’t I have done that? Oh wait, I did not and never have looked helpless. I couldn’t have sold it. I had to win on confidence.

Next to me, Augustus mutters, “Wish I’d won that fast.”

“I wish you’d won that fast too,” Gloss whispers from behind us. “I was running out of sponsors.”

“I wonder if she had any sponsors.”

“No one I talked to was even considering her. You?”

Augustus shakes his head, glances to his other side. “Megary?”

“Nope. I’ll ask Carver though. He’ll know.”

Carver won the year after Finnick, using the exact opposite strategy as Johanna. Everyone knew he was the one to beat from the start, and no one could do it. He killed over half of the other tributes. I’m not scared of many of the other victors, but I am scared of him. He’s one who Beck says entered the arena the same person as he came out, which is concerning. No one should be able to kill that easily and feel no differently about it.

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The next night, we all dress up and go to the highlight show. I, along with the rest of the victors, am seated exactly where I looked last year when I didn’t want to look at the screen. I wonder if Johanna will do the same thing, or if she’s cold-blooded enough to watch her own victory.

I don’t find out, because when the cannon booms and the Hunger Games start, I drift back into my own terrible memories of those first ten minutes in the arena. I come around a long time later, Finnick silently holding my hand on one side. On the other, Porter Millicent Tripp is pointedly looking straight ahead, bringing no attention to me. The solidarity among victors never ceases to amaze me.

It is only another fifteen or so minutes before the highlight reel is over. The final shot is Johanna raising her axe to the sky in triumph as she falls to her knees. I may be biased, but I think mine looked better.

Then President Snow gives her a golden crown and presents her to the audience, and I am officially no longer the current victor. It is a surprising weight off my shoulders. In fact, I am almost happy when we arrive at President Snow’s mansion.

This party is almost fun, even in my instability. The focus is not on me, so it’s not likely anyone will notice if my mind decides to take a long walk down traumatizing memory lane. I still have a fair amount of well-wishers, fans who are glad that I’ve made a full recovery from my illness but were disappointed that I had to cancel my Victory Tour. I thank them all, then eat two enormous slices of prime rib and drink several glasses of champagne. Finnick raises an eyebrow but says nothing.

I dance with anyone who asks. Dad’s been giving me lessons again, so I am much more confident this year. Augustus has me for two songs in a row. We talk and laugh and I am already looking forward to seeing him again next year. When I tell him that at the end of the second song, he laughs and says, quietly, “That’s how they get you,” then passes me off to Finnick, who trades him Megary.

“I see you found some friends,” Finnick spins me around.

“I didn’t believe Beck when he told me it got easier, but I’m kind of attached to them.”

Finnick smiles. “I like those two. Megary may act tough, but she’s a softy. And Augustus is… well, he’s never had to lie about himself.”

“Are they…” I’m not sure how to phrase this nicely. We are, after all, in polite company. I can’t exactly use the word I would if I was talking to my fishing crew. “A thing?”

“Not according to anyone who would know.”

“What does that mean?”

He answers very quietly. “They both get the same deal I do. Same deal Cashmere and Gloss get. Same deal Johanna’s going to get. And they’re from different districts, so we can’t have that.”

I’m reminded of Megary’s words. “Why haven’t I had to…?”

“Same reason you’re not a mentor. You’re too risky. Imagine spending an obscene amount of money for the promise of a night with Megary, and then she spends it curled up in a ball, hearing voices. You’re not going to recommend the investment.”

“Oh. I didn’t know they knew.”

“Of course they know. Your stint in the med center here convinced them that they don’t want to risk it. At least not right now. And by the time you get better, since it’s been this long already, you might be old news and not worth the risk even if it’s much less of one.”

“Oh.”

We finish the song in silence, and I am rescued from my thoughts by Cassia Vickers, who appears next to us and begs Finnick for a dance.

“Only if you promise we can have a piece of cake after,” he smiles.

Cassia nods, and Finnick picks her up for a waltz.

I make my way toward the rim of couches, but I am intercepted by Gloss, who spins me across the dance floor.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. Too bad you had to cancel the tour.”

“Yeah, you seem really beat up about it.”

He smiles. “Robbed of the annual party none of us ever look forward to? I’m still trying to emotionally recover.”

“Sure you are.”

“Well if you really feel guilty about it, I’m free after the party.”

“Sadly, we’re leaving tonight. Maybe next year.”

“Drew the short straw, huh?”

“Something like that. I think Finnick ran out of dates.”

Gloss laughs. “Glad to see you’re keeping him out of trouble. He needed a friend. Or, whatever you’re calling it.”

I give him a look.

“You don’t have to be a genius to notice what your fellow victors are up to. You just have to be careful when it all plays out.”

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As the party winds down, I bid Augustus and Megary goodnight and goodbye until next year. Finnick and I take a car to the train station, where Mags, Beck, Cellin, and Manta are already getting on the train. We follow them into the main car. Cellin and Manta each take a whole bottle of alcohol and stagger into the next car. Finnick slumps over the dining table and is asleep before the train starts moving. Mags, Beck, and I pick over the food before moving to the couches.

Mags asks how the party was.

“Good enough. More fun when it’s not all about me.”

Beck nods. “And you’ve got friends you can look forward to seeing next year. That’s the only way to get through it with a smile.”

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Johanna’s Victory Tour is much more successful than mine. The people love her, but I don’t think it’s the same way they love Megary and Finnick and Augustus, or even the same way they love Gloss and me. It’s the kind of love that comes from total fear. Johanna is vicious and bitter, and she doesn’t hold back. Even her speeches are delivered venomously, but no one cares because they think it’s all part of her persona.

When she comes to Four, the six victors are invited to the banquet. And by invited, I mean sent clothes to wear. It isn’t an option. But Four is always good for a party, so I don’t imagine it will be too bad. When they seat me next to her, I’m more than a little concerned about a personality clash, but it turns out she isn’t too bad. I’ve never done anything to her, so she doesn’t hold anyone else’s actions against me. Very generous.

“Any advice for how to live with myself?” she asks over seafood stew.

I take a bite, thinking about it. “Tell your friends how much they mean to you.”

“Can’t,” she says nonchalantly. “Wasn’t that popular before I went in, and after I got out, everyone left was too afraid to associate with me.”

“Tell your parents you love them,” Finnick says from across the table.

“Dead.” She sounds like she doesn’t care.

“Drink,” Beck says from my other side. “If you don’t have anything else left, that’s the only way to sleep at night.”

Again, I can’t help but wonder what he’s been through.

“I’ll take that under consideration. What do you do for fun?” Johanna changes the subject like it is nothing, and with no change of careless tone.

Now I wonder what she’s been through.

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[ant1quarian]

Bad Sanses Incorrect Quotes - Eldritch Sanses addition

Woo boy there’s a lot of these. I want to thank the Incorrect Quote generator that I found for this and the person that made it. You did a thing.

Nightmare = Ephialtes

Dust = Massacre

Killer = Slaughter

Cross = Xans

Axe (HT!Sans) = Hatchet

Blueberry = Indigo (Yes, Eldritch Blueberry- or Indigo- is officially part of the Bad Sanses. Because his character as an Elskel works better with them)

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Ephialtes: Alright, which one of us is gonna check outside? Massacre: Not it! Slaughter: Not it! Ephialtes: ...Neither one of you are as dumb as you lead on to be.

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Hatchet: You know what? Hatchet: When I join this friend group I thought we’d be off causing havoc and chaos. *Ephialtes, Slaughter and Massacre continue screaming about mold water* Hatchet: Not this shit. Xans: I dunno, sounds like you need to drink the mold water.

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Massacre: Hatchet's first detention, I'm so proud. Slaughter: Whoa, back up. Why did they get detention? Ephialtes: Because they're an idiot. Xans, terrified: They can do that??

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Xans: Where’s Ephialtes? Massacre: Doing stuff. Xans: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Slaughter? Massacre: Trying to stop Ephialtes from doing the stuff. Xans: And Hatchet? Massacre: Trying to stop Slaughter from stopping Ephialtes from doing the stuff. Xans: I see. And what are you doing here, Massacre? Massacre: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Hatchet from stopping Slaughter from stopping Ephialtes from doing the stuff.

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Ephialtes: You’re a loose cannon, Xans. Xans: No, I’m not. I’m a cannon, maybe, but a loose cannon? Is that what you think of me? Hatchet: I think you play by your own rules. Massacre: Nuh-uh. Him and I have an ongoing agreement that rules are there to be broken. Ephialtes: Those are all attributes of a loose cannon. Xans: No, I’m just a reckless renegade. Slaughter is a loose cannon. Slaughter: *smashes a chair* Aah! You shut your trap, Xans! Massacre: I’d say Slaughter’s more of a cop on the edge with nothing to lose. That’s an entirely different thing. Hatchet: Now I’m just confused. Is Xans a loose cannon or not? Ephialtes: All right, put on a pot of coffee. We’re gonna get to the bottom of this. Xans: *groans* Slaughter: Aw, man.

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The Squad: *walking at the mall* Slaughter: Hey, have any of you guys seen Ephialtes? He’s been gone for a while.. Massacre: Eh, nope. Xans: No, I haven’t... Hatchet: Probably ran off to McDonald’s or something. Ephialtes: Hey. Slaughter: Ooh, there you are- Massacre: What the fu- Hatchet: I- where were you?! Ephialtes: Walking right behind you guys.

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Slaughter: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast?

Xans: Several traffic violations.

Ephialtes: Three counts of resisting arrest.

Hatchet: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks.

Massacre: Also, that’s not our car.

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Ephialtes, about Hatchet and Massacre: My god, would you two just get a room already?

Massacre: Excuse me, Ephialtes?

Ephialtes: You both just keep agreeing about horrifying things and relishing everybody else's misery. So seriously, when's the wedding?

Hatchet: ...

Slaughter: Can I be the best man?

Xans: CAN YOU NOT?

—

Ephialtes: How would you like your pancakes?

Slaughter: Plain.

Xans: With sprinkles!

Massacre: Actually cooked. *Looks pointedly at Slaughter.*

Hatchet: Potatoes.

*Slaughter, Xans, and Massacre look at Hatchet*

Hatchet: What? They're good.

—

Massacre: Ephialtes is okay.

Hatchet: They're okay? They said they were going to break my legs! And don't tell me they didn't mean it, okay?! 'Cause they gave me the mackerel eyes, they meant it!

Massacre: Hatchet, Ephialtes threatened me. They threaten Xans every day. They probably threatened Slaughter before breakfast this morning. It's what they do. Grow a pair.

—

Hatchet: So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK.

Xans: I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG.

Hatchet: Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO.

Massacre: I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins.

Ephialtes: Looks like someone's a HO.

Xans: NaBrO.

Slaughter: I'm done with all of you!

—

Ephialtes: I swear to god I'm the only one here with a braincell.

Slaughter, Xans, Massacre, and Hatchet: ALL HAIL the keeper of the sacred braincell!

—

Ephialtes: What scares you guys the most?

Slaughter: Werewolves!

Xans: Sharks.

Massacre: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death.

Hatchet:

Hatchet: Massacre.

—

Massacre: Who the fuck broke the toaster?

Xans: It was Hatchet.

Ephialtes: It was Hatchet.

Slaughter: Hatchet broke it.

Hatchet:

Hatchet: ...yOU PROMISED-

—

Xans: Hey, let’s mess with Massacre, guys!

Slaughter: Hey, Massacre, your momma so fat-

Massacre: My mom committed multiple war crimes and is now locked in solitary confinement in a Bolivian prison.

Ephialtes: Well, uh- your dad-

Massacre: My father left when I was two to be captured and consequentially sacrificed by a group of feral ferrets.

Slaughter: The fuck-

Hatchet: Well then...

Xans: Stop, Hatchet!

Hatchet: Your grandparents so-

Massacre: My grandmother floated into the sky like a balloon with too much helium when my grandfather spontaneously combusted.

Massacre: You cannot best me, mortals.

—

Ephialtes: What's the worst thing you guys have done?

Xans: Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade.

Slaughter: I kicked Hatchet in the shin-

Hatchet: -So I kicked Slaughter between the legs.

Massacre: I genocided an entire race.

Ephialtes: What?!

Hatchet: What the hell is wrong with you?!?

Massacre: A lot of things.

Slaughter: No shit.

—

Xans: Why aren't there friend pick up lines? Pick up lines to make friends like-

Xans, to Slaughter: Hey, that's a cute outfit. You know where it would look better? On nobody else, because you're a beautiful individual.

Massacre, to Hatchet: Be my friend or I'll set your entire family on fire.

Ephialtes: There are two types of people.

—

Xans: Did you bring Massacre?

Slaughter, gesturing to Hatchet: No, but I brought the next best thing.

Xans: Hatchet? The next best thing would be Ephialtes.

Hatchet: I would be offended, but Ephialtes is freakishly strong.

—

Ephialtes: Why isn’t the statue smirking at me?

Xans: It isn’t smirking at anyone, they’re all just imagining it.

Slaughter: Three of us saw it, Xans. How do you explain that?

Xans: *points at Massacre* Sleep deprivation. *points at Slaughter* Paranoia. *points at Hatchet* Delusional personality disorder.

—

Massacre: *trying to buy a Father's Day card at Hallmark*

Massacre: Excuse me, do you have any that just say "You are my dad?"

Associate: Well, I-

Massacre: How about "You banged my mom?"

Associate: No...

Massacre: You know what, I'll just get a blank one.

Massacre: *writes* You are a father. This is a day. Here is a card.

—

Xans: *working in a flower shop and minding their own business*

Hatchet, storming into the store and slapping $20 on the counter: HOW DO I PASSIVE-AGGRESSIVELY SAY “FUCK YOU” IN FLOWER???

—

Massacre: ARE YOU-

Hatchet: Fucking.

Massacre: KIDDING ME?! YOU-

Hatchet: Fucking.

Massacre: IDIOT!

Slaughter: …What was that?

Hatchet: Ephialtes banned Massacre from swearing, so I’m helping them out.

—

Xans: I hate you with every inch of my body!

Hatchet: That’s not a lot of inches.

—

Hatchet: Ephialtes...

Ephialtes: I can tell by the tone of your voice that you are disappointed. Alas, I must further disappoint you by affirming how little I give a fuck.

—

*Ephialtes is reading a Clifford The Big Red Dog book*

Xans, watching: How did he get to be so big? Do they ever explain that?

Ephialtes: Well, Emily’s love for him grew, and so did he.

Xans: Well, your dog is pretty small. Guess that says something about you, huh?

Ephialtes, angrily shutting their book: YOU’RE SMALL! WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT YOUR PARENTS?!?!

—

Ephialtes: In your opinion, what is the height of stupidity?

Massacre, pointing at Slaughter: 6’8”.

—

Kidnapper: I have your partner.

Slaughter: What? I don't have a partner...

Kidnapper: Then who just called me a lowlife bitch and spit in my face?

Slaughter: Oh my god, you have Ephialtes.

—

Ephialtes: So, Massacre and Slaughter.

Ephialtes: According to this, you two are being accused of: Armed Robbery, Vandalism, Drug Abuse, Grand Theft Auto…

Massacre: We had a bad day.

Ephialtes: And… MURDER?!

Slaughter: It was a pretty bad day…

Massacre, shrugging and looking over to Slaughter: It seems they haven’t entirely found us out though.

Slaughter, nodding: Yeah, they didn’t count the Arson, or the Genocide.

Ephialtes:

Ephialtes: I am so done with you two.

—

Indigo: What do you call disobeying the law?

The Squad: A hobby.

Indigo: *crosses their arms*

The Squad: That we do not engage in.

—

Slaughter: I type how I think.

Massacre: Odd that you type at all then.

—

Ephialtes: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this!

Massacre: Apparently, we're not.

—

Xans: So, what is Indigo to you?

Hatchet: The reason I wake up every morning.

Xans: ...That’s adorable.

Indigo earlier that morning, barging into Hatchet′s room, smacking pans together: WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP WAKE UP!!!

—

Indigo: Guys where did Massacre go?

Ephialtes: They got arrested.

Indigo: How the hell-

Massacre: *bursts in through the window* The cops are after me, I thought it would be fun to steal crackers and throw them at people.

Massacre, looking at Indigo with a glare: Y’know, because SOMEONE decided I wasn’t allowed to kill everyone anymore.

—

Xans: I sort of did something and I need some advice, but I don't want a lot of judgment and criticism.

Massacre: And you came to me?

Xans: It involves genocide

Massacre:

Massacre, gesturing to a chair: Sit down my good sir. Let us have a chat.

—

Hatchet, at an awards show: Well, first of all, I’d like to thank Indigo, my closest friend, for telling me Ephialtes was going to win so don’t bother to prepare a speech.

—

Hatchet: *Breaks ringing phone with a hammer.*

—

*In a horror movie situation*

Indigo: I've got no service in my phone here.

Ephialtes: Shoot, my battery just died.

Hatchetr: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer.

Xans: Guys, my phone is a book.

—

Ephialtes: I just had a long talk with Indigo and Slaughter about hitting and now they are yelling “it’s my turn to perpetuate the cycle of violence” before hitting each other.

—

Hatchet: I dunno if I'm ready to process the ramifications of this bullshit.

—

Indigo, handing a balloon to Hatchet: I have no soul. Have a good day!

Hatchet, walking off: I don't have one either.

—

Indigo: I have no respect for Santa. Don’t sneak in through the chimney and undermine my authority by bringing my family presents. Walk in through the front door and fight me like a man.

—

Indigo: HELP! I TOLD XANS I'D COOK DINNER TONIGHT BUT I CAN'T COOK!

Massacre, pouring milk directly into the cereal bag: And you thought I could help?

—

Indigo: And then they ran into my knife. They ran into my knife ten times.

Ephialtes: You mean you stabbed them?

Indigo: They ran into my knife.

—

Massacre: Are you alright with constructive criticism? I don't want to sound mean.

Indigo: No, go ahead. I want to hear it.

Massacre: It sucks.

Indigo: That's not constructive criticism.

—

Ephialtes: *slowly pushes a cannon into a 17th century bank* Okay everyone, be cool. This is a robbery.

—

Demon: Hey, I took your soul last month and-

Massacre: What soul?

Demon: … that’s my point-

—

Xans: Wasn't icarly that guy that girlbossed too close to the sun because he was down for Apollo?

Massacre: ICARUS?

—

Slaughter: Why would you give a knife to Xans?!

Hatchet, shrugging: Xans felt unsafe.

Slaughter: Now I feel unsafe!

Hatchet: I’m sorry…

Hatchet: Would you like a knife?

—

Ephialtes: What are you writing?

Massacre: The government wants to know what kind of weapons we have in the house. I'm letting them know it's private information.

Hatchet, looking over Massacre's shoulder: This just says 'fuck around and find out' in calligraphy.

—

Xans: So... what’s goin’ on?

Hatchet: You want the long version or the short version?

Xans, hesitantly: The short one, I guess?

Hatchet: Shit’s fucked.

Xans: Oh. Well, yeah, that’s definitely not an optimal situation.

—

Ephialtes: Coca Cola can remove rust from metal, imagine what it’s doing to your body.

Xans: Pfff, getting rid of the rust, idiot.

Ephialtes: THAT'S NOT HOW IT WORKS!

Massacre: Hmm... I've been drinking soda and my body's rust free... not sure where you're getting your facts from…

—

Xans: I’m a reverse necromancer!

Slaughter: Isn’t that just-

Indigo: No. Shut up. Shut the fuck up. You are literally so fucking unfunny that it hurts. It physically hurts my body knowing that people still think murder is funny. I cant believe im saying this but do you guys know how chronically online you all are, thinking that saying “oOh iM a rEVeRsE nECrOmANcER i LOvE tO kiLL pEOpLe” is genuinely funny and will get everyone in the room shitting themselves from laughter?? cause its not. It’s fucking not. In fact, its the unfunniest fucking joke ever. Not just any joke about killing people. This one specifically. Its so unfunny and stupid. Nobody is fucking laughing at that, Xans. It makes you look like a greasy emo kid who has never been outside once in their life and uses tumblr religiously. Like not even the funny side of tumblr. the fucking unfunny side filled with overused jokes about murder and illegal acts. Honestly, youre so unfunny, Xans. Fuck you.

—

Hatchet: State your name, rank, and intention.

Slaughter: Slaughter, Slaughter, fun.

—

Indigo: Who's in charge here? Massacre, shrugging: Usually whoever yells the loudest.

—

Xans: It’s funny how well you and Massacre get along. Didn’t they hate you at first? Indigo: Massacre hates everybody at first. It’s their way of reaching out to people.

—

Massacre, standing over the reader at 6’10”: I'd make fun of your height but there isn't enough to make fun of.

—

Massacre: I need 28 lightbulbs for 28 ducks. Hatchet: Ducks can’t eat lightbulbs? Slaughter: I think that’s the point. Massacre: Exactly. I want my ducks to glow so I can find them.

—

Slaughter: I think I did fairly well on my anatomy quiz! :) Massacre: I forgot I was doing a test. Slaughter: Massacre. Massacre: I said the vertebrae was the back stick because I thought it was funny.... Indigo: Massacre.

—

Indigo, as a child, reading their school assignment out loud: I love my library because... Indigo, mouthing words while writing: I love reading, fuck you.

—

Xans: I tried to write ‘I'm a functional adult’ but my phone changed it to ‘fictional adult’ and i feel like that’s more accurate.

—

Slaughter: *shatters a window and climbs through it* Slaughter: *turns around and helps Indigo through it* Breaking and entering is wrong Indigo. Indigo: Okay.

—

Indigo: Massacre, is that my mug you’re drinking out of?

Massacre: No, it’s mine.

Indigo: It... looks just like the one I have...

Massacre: You don’t have one like this anymore.

—

Indigo: .. .----. -- / … --- .-. .-. -.-- (translation: I'M SORRY)

Ephialtes: What's that?

Indigo: Remorse code.

Ephialtes: I'm even angrier now.

—

Xans: All of your existences are confusing.

The Squad: How so?

Xans: Your presence is annoying, but the thought of anything bad happening to any of you upsets me.

—

Slaughter: Your smile? It makes my day.

Indigo: Your happiness? I live for that.

Massacre: A room? Get one.

Hatchet: Hotel? Trivago.

—

Massacre: Slaughter, what do you have?

Slaughter: A KNIFE!

Massacre: Okay, have fu-

Indigo: NO!

—

Slaughter, rubbing their temples: I am not proud of what I am about to say, but someone get me a cigarrette.

Massacre: But Slaughter, we don't smoke.

Slaughter: Cut the crap, Massacre. I'm not an idiot. I know that one in five people smoke.

Slaughter: *points at Ephialtes* One! *points at Xans* Two! *points at Hatchet* Three! *points at Indigo* Four! *points at Massacre* Five!

Slaughter: Now, I am going to close my eyes, and when I open them, there better be a cigarrette between these two fingers!

Indigo: *puts a cigarrette in Slaughter's hand*

Slaughter: Thank you. ...Light?

The Squad: *all simultaneously pull out lighters*

—

*after the Squad's plan goes horribly wrong*

Ephialtes: Now it seems we're back at square one-- finding Massacre.

Indigo: For the record, I already found them.

Hatchet: And you let them get away before we could have a meaningful conversation.

Indigo: They stabbed me!

Ephialtes: I'm surprised they waited this long, Indigo. We've all had the urge.

—

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HAPPY 4TH!

I'm sharing a post before the end of our night tonight because we had such an amazing time at the 4th of July festivities today! Our team, and the three other teams here are all amazing!

This day started out pretty early, as they shoot off cannons at 5:30 am every 4th of July. The festivities officially kick off at Cottonwood Park with a free breakfast at 7am. They had a short presentation that involved raising the flag and some special reading, AND, for the first time, they asked Brody to open the morning in prayer! It was an amazing thing to experience, as it is proof that the ministry of Grace Reigns is really having an impact here. There were hundreds present for this.

There was a parade at 9:30 am and some of the team members were in it. The rest of us were finishing final preparations for the carnival area that we hosted. We had nine games, face painting, 5 bounce houses, archery, axe throwing, and a booth for the church! Even with over 60 volunteers it was a very busy day for everyone!

This picture is the calm before the storm. The area was packed with people all day!

All the teams worked so hard and everyone had great attitudes and we're willing to help wherever needed, even when they weren't assigned to a particular area, they worked extra when they were supposed to be off. It was such a blessing for those in leadership. Thanks team! I'm saying team because even though there were 4 mission teams, we truly are one!

The church booth was especially engaging for people. They had Bible trivia questions for people to answer. They received a raffle ticket for trying to answer a question and someone won a paddle board! Those are the booth mentioned that the simple trivia questions led to many great spiritual conversations. The gospel is going out mightily here through the power of God!!

Shout out to the three guys from the OC - Brett, Bryce, and Gabe - they put together this booth and it was awesome!

Also want to give a shout out to the incredible crew at the ticket and prize booth. This is always the busiest booth and is headed up by my lovely wife who is not here with us this year. She was missed but this crew really did an awesome job with pretty much zero breaks. Thanks a ton Vevalee, Kim, Sharon, Nancy, Aleah, and Alexis.

Well, I better go, Mr. Bill is cooking spaghetti for dinner and it's just about ready! Fireworks at the park tonight at sports camp begins tomorrow morning!

Love y'all!!

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#and in truth it was very much a second chance... had i stuck around my relationship with my family would have continued to deteriorate

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#5

They announced a new Fire Emblem game but, tbh, I'm not impressed. Just feels like Heroes with extra steps.

Showing Sigurd in it was just a slap in the face to everyone who wanted an FE4 remake (which I stand by my previous statement of "I hope not.")

I don't mean to be a downer, but man... IS is slipping.

Or I could be wrong and it ends up being a banger. We'll see in January I guess.

2 notes - Posted September 13, 2022

#4

...yeah, no thanks. I'm out.

Been a good 21 year run, but since Magic has officially jumped the Sharktocrab, I'm no longer interested in the story. I had a distinct feeling Kamigawa was going to poison pill the story for me, and goddamn I hate being right sometimes.

I might keep a few decks, but it's going back burner until further notice.

In the meantime, I'm going back to Yugioh full time. Hell a banlist just dropped today. It can't be all that...

...

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2 notes - Posted January 27, 2022

#3

So today I had one of my worse pain days. Old injuries suck and the constant changing weather is not helping. Thankfully my stepdad is super understanding and let me have the living room to distract myself with games.

I've been sort of obsessed with the Zorah Magdaros fight in Monster Hunter World lately and have been trying to... I don't want to say speedrun it, but that's effectively what I was trying to do.

After a couple hours of trying, I tried a more focused armor and weapon setup, and I finally got a sub 13 minute run. (Prior to this, I was averaging around 14 mins)

After supper, I got my first sub 12:45. But I felt like I could keep improving.

About 10 minutes before I started posting this post I made an unthinkable jump.

Sub 12 minutes. Holy mother of Duma that was intense.

Found a pathing that helps speed things along. The biggest help is not to forget to drop the stalactites in the first phase, in addition to destroying the magma cores.

Then at the start of the second phase, fire all your cannons at the top of the barrier, from landing side to its opposite and back, whether they're full or not (make sure you adjust your trajectory if needed). After you reach the opposite side, return to your landing point, firing every cannon with at least one cannonball along the way, then descend onto the lower ship and fire the Dragonator, then fire the lower cannons. If this doesn't end the fight right away, assist the two npcs loading cannons and fire upon reaching 3-4. You should clear the fight after a few more shots.

Having the Heavy Artillery charm will speed this along. I'm also using the Jyura switch axe and decorations that boost Water damage for attacks against the magma cores. (Because despite all of this, and 200 hours logged, I still haven't beat Nergigante)

Pain isn't going to stop me from kicking virtual ass lmao.

3 notes - Posted March 28, 2022

#2

We humans tend to allow the past to destroy our lives. I implore you not to let this happen. It is time to look forward, to rediscover love, and embrace the beauty of life. You have so much life left to live.

-Cyan Garamonde, "Final Fantasy VI"

5 notes - Posted February 15, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

My new Yugioh sleeves came today, care of YourPlaymat. 40$ plus shipping and tax for a set of 60 sleeves with whatever you want on them. Definitely want to oversleeve these though.

Tagging @gyppygirl2021 @fayesdiary and @moonmuffins because Echoes.

7 notes - Posted November 4, 2022

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Let Me Worship You

(C!Technoblade X Gn!Reader)

Request 9: Could I perhaps request a c!techno x gn!reader where maybe the reader is good friends with Dadza and meets Techno one day and they fall for each other? Bonus if the reader is maybe a great builder like dadza but too shy to actually meet anyone so they just build things quietly and then move on and no one but dadza really knows them? Soft! and/or protective! Techno would be cute but not needed!! 😊😊😊

Requested By: 🍀 Anon

I hope you don't mind the shameless art I made for this lol.

At this point in his life, Technoblade had known Phil for centuries, they started their own brief empire together and he watched him raise Wilbur the best a single father could. It was about five years ago when you started following Phil around, the first time Technoblade met you was entirely by accident. He just needed to drop off some building supplies to Phil and Wilbur when he saw you trifling through Phil’s stuff, you had gorgeous white wings and when the sun hit them just right he saw flecks of gold peek through. His piglin side was immediately enamored with the gold wanted to reach out and run a delicate hand through the feathers. Technoblade set his jaw and summoned his ax to his side, you turned around (e/c) eyes widening with shock and fear. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel pure satisfaction rush through his veins seeing your fright. You held up your hands and everything you were holding tumbled to the ground, wings puffing up with shock and horror. Hearing the noise Phil wandered into the room and was quick to diffuse the situation, you hid behind the taller male and Techno gave a grunt of an apology in your direction.

From that moment forward you were as much of a staple in his life as Phil was, Phil had explained Wilbur had found you half dead a little ways away from his home. You had wings like his and Phil couldn’t let you die without answers, his crows would never let him live it down. After he got what he needed from you, Phil noticed just how handy you were around the house especially when you were building things so he kept you around. Technoblade never really interacted with you unless Phil was there to interpret, you weren’t much of a talker and Technoblade was never one for long-drawn-out conversation anyway. However, when Phil had killed Wilbur and he and Technoblade had to move north you inevitably followed the birdman. That’s when Technoblade really began to understand and get to know you and your little quirks. He noticed that when you concentrated on blueprints to a certain build you’d stick your tongue out all cute like, or the soft songs you’d hum when you thought no one was listening.

But Technoblade always listens.

He also noticed that since you and Phil had moved in there was an abundance of not only Phil’s crows flying around but a few stray morning doves pecking at the snow as well.

With the encouragement of the voices, Technoblade had gathered up enough courage to attempt to hold onto a conversation with you. As he walked up to you he noticed the soft coo of a dove was heard, catching your attention. You turned around and your eyes locked with his own, he watched your shoulders tense and face flush a little as he approached you.

Off to a rocky start already. Great.

“Ugh. Hey?” Technoblade grunted hands crossing over his chest,

‘Hey? HEY? is that the best you can do? Look at them they’re cowering. Good, they should be, which means we’re well known.’

Technoblade cleared his throat a little as you held up a hand with a shy wave, “hello.” You greeted, your voice was soft and sweet like honey in his ears. The exact opposite of Wilbur and Tommy’s, he found himself enjoying the tone. “So um...did I do something wrong?” Your wings folded back and he watched you methodically run your fingers through the feathers.

‘Look at the gold flecks! I want them! I wanna pet them they’re so cute! So small and helpless like a little worm. Worm? Really? What it’s an analogy! A bad one! Shut up she’s giving us a look!’

“No? Did you do something I should be concerned about?”

“No!” You sputtered out in panic, dropping the bricks in your hand stumbling back so they wouldn’t crush your toes.

You had fast reflexes, that’s good.

The morning dove around you cooed in distress fluttering up to your shoulder, nesting there like it was its home. “I’m alright,” You whispered eyes going soft as you scratched under the bird’s chin, Technoblade watched with interest. Technoblade gathered why Phil really liked you, you were almost an exact replica of the mild manner builder, other than the anarchist tendencies.

“Didn’t mean to make you drop your stuff,” Technoblade clicked his tongue softly bending down to gather your materials. “Where do you want them?”

“You don’t have to-”

“I asked you a question kid.” Your mouth snapped shut and your lips pressed into a thin tense line. Technoblade observed as your eyebrow twitched, oh you were annoyed. You didn’t voice your annoyance he couldn’t help but mentally comment how cute that look was on you. A huff spilled past your lips and you directed him where to place the bricks in their proper locations. The both of you fell into light conversation after that, he caused you to laugh a few times and it made him feel oddly warm inside. He didn’t even realize that the sun began to set until you pointed it out, Technoblade rubbed the stubble on his chin glancing at you out of the corner of his eye. You were staring up at the sunset, the orange and red colors shone through the gaps in your feathers, your eyes were alight with wonder. You looked like an old Greek statue, an angel carved out of the finest marble and gemstones.

He flushed when you turned to face him, embarrassed to have been caught staring at you so blatantly. You smiled the tips of your pointing ears turning pink, “You should stay the night.” Technoblade spoke without really thinking about the consequences, “there’s plenty of room.”

“Alright. I think I will. It’s not safe flying at night anyway.” Your smile only growing in size at his offer, he made the right decision then, he led you and your little dove through the snow and into his cabin.

Spring rolled around and there was a little house set up right next to Technoblade’s home. It fit his aesthetic nicely, made out of wood, and always had its lanterns lit, it was your home. However, you began to spend most of your time at Technoblade’s home talking with the retired Blood God. You and Phil also had begun molting which was Technoblade’s least favorite time of the year mostly because of all the feathers. However, this year in particular he was particularly enamored with your shiny golden feathers he would find around his home. Maybe he collected them and kept them in his ender chest, it wasn’t creepy he was cleaning. At least that’s what Technoblade told himself, not because he found your feathers beautiful or anything and was enamored by the shine.

“Hey Kid,” Technoblade asked from his seat across from you in his sitting room, you picked your head up and tilted it to the side in a questioning manner. Your wings were ruffled, messy and you looked uncomfortable to be interrupted from your grooming. “Need some help?” He watched your entire face turn bright red in the process, “look you can say no. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

“I’m not uncomfortable!” You argued, “just caught off guard a little Tech. I never thought it’d be something you were interested in.” Standing up from the chair you spread your wings wide, pulled over a stool, and flopped in front of Technoblade. He was a little shocked at how quickly you agreed, they must’ve really been bothering you.

“Do I...just stick my hands in there or…”

You tossed your head back and let out a roaring laugh,

“heh? What’s so funny huh? I don’t wanna hurt you.” Technoblade snapped at you with an embarrassed huff, your laughter slowly dyed down after a few more seconds.

“Sorry I just. Is that what you say to the ladies too?” Technoblade choked and blanked never once have you said something so dirty before, he didn’t even know you were capable of making jokes like that.

“I say that to everyone actually, I don’t discriminate to just women- I’m not helping my case am I? I should stop talking.” It only served to send you into another set of loud giggles, Technoblade was red in the face and stuck his hands into the little feathers by your back. He felt you tense up for a moment before relaxing into his touch, you let out a soft sound of pleasure. Technoblade chose to ignore the sound even if it sent the voices into a frenzy, to mark and claim, and...he was absolutely not going to finish that thought. You both sat there for about an hour and thirty minutes, fixing up your feathers making you preen at the touches. You were smiling like an idiot by the time he was done and you spread your feathers wide, almost like you were showing them off. Technoblade couldn’t help but feel proud that you liked the work he did so much,

“They’re so soft! Thank you Techno!” You turned towards him, eyes practically glowing with adoration. His face turned red, you were stunning, he kissed you that night and by wintertime, the both of you were an official couple.

Phil was quick to catch onto the change in demeanor between the couple, he clapped Techno on the back as congratulations. You were out on another building project, making a little farm because you knew how much Technoblade loved potatoes, you really were attentive. Surprising Technoblade, Phil had also threatened his first cannon life if he ever hurt you in any way, shape, or form. Techno was a little surprised Phil would go as far as to threaten him, but he promised his old friend he wouldn’t let any man, woman, or creature lay their hands on you, including himself.

It was the dead of winter and temperatures had dropped drastically, Technoblade had made both you and Phil warm clothes for the occasion that matched with his own winter gear. He had given you a friendship emerald and in return, you made him a necklace with one of your golden feathers on it.

Technoblade cherished the gift with his entire being. On occasion, while he was out on a long journey he’d press gentle kisses to it when he missed you, and he swore sometimes he swore it moved on its own. He walked into the cabin to see you spread across his couch, a book on your lap, wings curled in tight against your body. He smiled softly dropping the wood he gathered by the door, he snuck over to you and pressed a kiss against your cheek.

“Hi, sunshine,” You greeted turning your head to look at him, his face burned and his chest filled with warmth. Technoblade moved to sit in your lap with a smirk, he plucked the book from your hands to look at the cover. You frowned in his direction, “You lose my spot and I’m hitting you over the head with it.”

“Violent.” He tutted softly bopping you on the head with said book, you shot him a cold look.

“Hypocrite.”

“Nerd.” He responded casually, you let out a little huff, wings ruffling in frustration.

There’s that look, he loved that look. God, you were so cute.

You slapped your hands on his cheeks, and it shocked him back to attention. He felt your fingers spread across his cheeks and your thumbs brush against the apples of his face. Technoblade’s eyes softened and he snuggled into your open palms, he saw you smile and his eyes dropped to a content close. Technoblade did something he hadn’t done in years, he felt the rumble in his throat before it happened, he purred.

His eyes snapped open with fear and embarrassment, but the way your eyes were sparkling quelled the feelings immediately.

“Did you just purr?”

“So what if I did?” He grumbled another purr mixing with a growl,

“That’s the cutest thing in the entire world Mr. Big Bad anarchist. You only purr for me?” The light teasing in your voice sent him aflame, “Aw you do!” You cooed rubbing his cheeks with your thumbs again, he buried his face in your chest as more purrs spilled from his mouth without him wanting them to. “No need to hide it, keep them purrs coming.” Technoblade’s entire face was red as you reached forward to pluck his glasses from his nose. You placed them on the end table and grabbed a blanket wrapping you both inside a cocoon of warmth.

“You tell anyone about this and we’re breaking up.”

“Deal. Your secrets safe with me.” You hummed quietly running his hands through his pink locks melting against your touch. He finally relaxed completely resting the side of his head against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. Technoblade purred and you could feel the rumbles of his chest against your own. The ferocious Blade was akin to a cat, grumpy on the outside but a big softie who wanted attention on the inside. Leaning forward you kissed his forehead, another louder purr was pulled from the man and pressed his forehead back against your lips. “Good boy.~” You teased scratching under his chin he sent you a tired look but the redness in his cheeks gave away how much he enjoyed the praise.

“Shut up. You’re being cringe.” He growled with no real bite or fire,

“Take a nap big guy. You deserve one. You’re safe with me.” Technoblade yawned loudly at your words, his jaw unhinging a little, only proving to show how tired he really was. “I’ll protect you, always.” Technoblade smiled sheepishly and allowed himself to let his guard down just this once to fall asleep in his lover’s arms.

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«-first // archive // Ramsus-kun Scanslations ★ Chapters 0-1 complete translation ★ Chapters 2-3 complete translation ★ Chapters 4-5 complete translation ★ Chapters 6-7 complete translation ★ Chapters 8-9 complete translation ★ Chapters 10-11 complete translation ★ Chapters 12-13 complete translation For your reading pleasure and enjoyment, below the cut are the full rough English translations of chapters 14 and 15 of the official 1998 Suikoden I Soul Eater novel (volume 2 of 3). Individual page translations can be found in the chapter 14 and chapter 15 tags. Corrections of translations or suggestions are welcome: please email me at [email protected] if you are interested in:

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Chapter 14: The Black Rune Tir pulled his horse to a halt. “Wh-what was that?!” The burning mirror was destroyed?! “Young master! Over there!” Tir looked in the direction Gremio pointed. To the north of the castle gate where the forest ended stood several short, sturdy, bearded men wearing semi-circular helmets. In the center of their group was what looked to be a giant silver cannon. An elderly man stepped to the forefront of the group, his bushy beard covering his face beneath his golden cap. “Hohoho! Seems we made it on time for this battle!” “Elder chief dwarf!” Tir and Gremio raced forward on their steeds. Weaving their way through the other soldiers, Cleo, Viktor, Kirkis, and Valeria rushed to the dwarven chieftain’s side. “Lord Elder Chief!” Kirkis gushed with joy. “You completed the windfire cannon?!” “Ah, young master elf.” The dwarf elder chief rumbled. “We are a little late, but we have kept our promise.” Then he turned to the castle and called out, “Kwanda, you greedy sneakthief! Do you realize now the power of our windfire cannon?! Your fate was sealed the day you stole from us!” As the chief gave his speech, Viktor drew up beside them on his horse. “They must be scared shitless now! Let’s topple their castle in one hit!” “Whoo!” The Liberation Army came back to life. They rearranged their respective units and gathered in front of the castle gates again. Lepant’s unit rammed the castle gate with a giant log. Kirkis’ archers shot at the imperial soldiers through the castle gate. At long last, the gate caved in and the liberation army stormed into Pannu Yakuta castle. “Young Master! General Kwanda is on the roof!” “Got it!” Tir dashed up the stairs to the rooftop, Gremio at his side. The destruction of the mirror had also apparently broken the troop’s morale, for they fled rather than fight against his group. “Here you are at last, rebel army scum...” Wielding a giant battle axe, Kwanda stood alone on the side of the roof littered with shards of the broken mirror. Glaring out of his helmet at Tir, he spoke. “I’ve heard the rumors about you, son of Teo. The leader of the rebel army? You’re as foolish as your father.” Tir stared straight into his eyes, undaunted by his scowl. Kwanda seemed different from the man he remembered. The man he had met as a child had eyes that lit up with loyalty for his emperor; his massive body filled to bursting with pride at being one of the empire’s five generals. The man in front of him was like a completely different person. His cheeks were sunken, his eyes clouded. Kuromimi’s words suddenly came back to him. “He’s a monster.” When he considered what Mathiu had said, and the words Kwanda spoke now, it was hard for him to believe that this man was really Kwanda at all. As they glared at one another, Kirkis, Kuromimi, as well as Viktor and Valeria came bounding up the stairs and onto the roof. Kwanda was all alone and

had been completely driven into a corner. Being one of the five generals, this predicament didn’t even faze him. Grasping his war axe, he drew to his full height in front of Tir, puffing out his chest. Holding Kwanda’s gaze, Tir broke the silence. “I have my reasons for joining the Liberation Army. But I’m not here to talk about that. I have just one thing I want to ask you, General. Why did you oppress the elves and the kobolds?” Kwanda snorted with laughter at his question. “Hardly needs explaining. They rejected Imperial rule and rebelled over and over again. I exterminated them to maintain peace in the Empire.” Behind Tir, Kirkis’s fists bunched into tight balls, betraying his anguish. Kuromimi was poised to leap into the thick of things any second. Tir raised his hand to stop them. He spoke to Kwanda once more. “You say you did it for the empire, but how could you do something so terrible? Who gave you the right? Lord Barbarossa?” Kwanda made a dismissive noise and shot back, “Hardly! You think that dawdling fool of an emperor would give an order like that?” “Wh-what are you saying?!” Tir couldn’t believe his own ears. The five generals had all gathered together under Barbarossa and had fought for him. Glancing sidelong at the shocked expressions on the faces of the members of the Liberation Army, Kwanda continued. “Lady Windy gave the order. Eradicate all those who oppose the Empire, she said. Now there’s a leader worthy of serving! If you understand, boy, you’ll withdraw your little army. If you don’t, then you’ll be cut down where you stand!” Tir did not fail to notice the strange light that glinted in Kwanda’s eyes just then. “Step aside, boy!” Kwanda threatened. But Tir had already made up his mind. In place of an answer came the whoosh of his staff swinging through the air. “Very well! I’ll kill you all here and now!” Kwanda pawed the ground, then came charging at him. Tir bent his knees lightly and raised his staff into a fighting position. The distance between them grew shorter by the second. Kwanda raised his war axe overhead and roared a battlecry. Tir moved the instant Kwanda swung down the axe. He dodged the oncoming axe and swung his staff up in one fluid motion. The end of his staff smacked down hard on Kwanda’s hand that held the axe. The impact forced him to open his hand and the axe fell with a clatter to the floor. “Gwaah!” Everyone cheered as Tir slipped past Kwanda. He quickly turned on his heel and faced his foe, readying his staff to attack again. Kwanda stooped to pick up his axe to launch his counterattack. But he couldn’t pick it up. “Gh... My hand! My hand...!” He doubled over in pain then fell to the ground completely, gripping his right hand that Tir had struck, writhing in agony. Kwanda wore gauntlets but they did not cover his hands completely, so perhaps he had suffered a serious injury. But then... A dazzling light suddenly shot out from the back of Kwanda’s hand. As everyone stared, dumbfounded, Kwanda writhed on the ground even more violently. “Ghhhh...” Kwanda groaned. “Lady... Win... dy...” The light broke through his gauntlets and shot off to the north where the imperial capital lay. Unable to comprehend what had happened, they could only stare at Kwanda, who lay curled into a ball. --- Kwanda groaned, panting. He pressed both hands against the ground to push himself up into a sitting position. Tir was surprised, but called out to him all the same. “General...?” “Where... am I?” Kwanda looked up at Tir in wonder. “What in the world... was I doing...?” “You’re Teo’s son, Tir... Why are you here...? ” “What happened to you, General?” Tir lowered his staff and looked into Kwanda’s eyes. There was no trace left of the strange light he had seen glinting in his eyes earlier; he looked completely different. “Hold on a minute!” Kuromimi came running over and sniffed Kwanda, catching his scent. “...That’s weird! You’re different than before. The monster smell is all gone.” “Monster...?” Kwanda asked. “Kobold, why

do you speak thus?” Kirkis approached Kwanda. “Do you remember nothing of what you have done?‘ “What I’ve... done?” Kirkis pointed to the shattered burning mirror. “You used the burning mirror to raze our elf village to the ground.” “You killed many of my kobold friends, too!” “I did what?!” Kwanda jumped up and ran to the edge of the roof. Gazing at the burnt field that had once been the elf village, he whispered in shock, “I really did that... to the elf village...?” As he spoke, he turned back to face Kuromimi and Kirkis’ angry glares. “I... I don’t...” Kwanda held his face in both hands and moaned. “I don’t remember anything. How did this happen?!” Then a voice called from behind them. “General Kwanda...” Turning, they saw Mathiu had also made his way to the roof without them realizing it. “If I’m not mistaken, you are...” Kwanda stared at Mathiu and trailed off. “I am honored you remember me, General Kwanda. I am Mathiu Silverberg. I previously worked as Kasim Hazil’s tactician. Now I am the tactician for the Liberation Army.” “The Liberation Army...” Mathiu strode forward until he was right beside Kwanda. “I believe your loss of memories may be connected to that flash of light earlier. What was that on your right hand?” Kwanda slowly raised his right arm. The back of his hand, where the light had shot out from, was horribly burned. “The black rune Lady Windy gave me last year at my audience with her was on my right hand, but...” “The black rune?!” Cleo exclaimed. “The black rune is also known as the “Conqueror Rune.” It is said that one who possesses the black rune can control those who they bequeath it upon.” “What?!” Kwanda grimaced. “The witch lied! She told me that the rune would increase my strength in battle. So Windy was controlling my mind and made me kill the kobolds and the elves?” “It does seem that way,” Tir said quietly. At that, Kwanda fell to his knees with a thump and removed his helmet. He gazed out at the mountain of corpses of soldiers from both armies littering the field. “No words can excuse what I have done. As a general of the imperial army, I am charged with protecting this land, but in my lack of wisdom, I could not even protect this castle... Liberation Army! I accept defeat. Do with me as you please.” Still turned away from everyone, he made a show of sticking out his neck. He was telling them to chop off his head. “General Kwanda...” Kirkus’ hands were shaking, an arrow clenched in his fist. He had agreed to follow Mathiu’s orders before going into battle, but he could not completely dispel his hatred of Kwanda, even though it was clear now that Kwanda had been under the influence of the black rune. “Kirkis...” Gremio walked to stand beside Kirkis, who was glaring daggers at Kwanda. “Kirkis... I understand how you must be feeling. But even beyond the fact that Kwanda cannot be fully blamed for his actions, we must not kill the general, as much as we may want to.” “But Gremio...” “Killing someone out of hate will only breed more hatred. Those of us who fight under the flag of the Liberation Army must not make the mistake of taking the path of being swayed by hatred. So, Kirkis...” All the strength went out of Kirkus’ hand gripping the arrow. The arrow fell to the floor with a dry, hollow sound. Staring fixedly at the field, Kwanda roared, “What, don’t got it in you? Isn’t the head of an imperial general what you all wanted? That court magician may have made a mockery of me, but you still won this battle fair and square, didn’t you? I would rather die an honorable warrior than live in disgrace and shame. Hurry up and finish me off!” Gazing at Kwanda, Mathiu asked, “What will you do, Lord Tir?” Tir paused a moment. Gremio’s words combined with Kwanda’s shout of “get it over with already!” hardened his resolve. Tir didn’t say a word, just gripped his staff tightly in both hands and went to stand beside Kwanda. --- With the battle over and won, the liberation army departed for the great forest to clear away their

camp. Leading the army astride his horse, Tir looked behind him, past the triumphant liberation army marching along the plains, to where the imperial soldiers -- Kwanda’s subordinates -- followed after them. The massacres and destruction Kwanda had wrought in the great forest were unforgivable, but once Tir had found out he was under the control of the black rune, he could no longer condemn him for his actions. He did not much regret letting Kwanda live after he had bravely stretched out his neck, willing to accept his death. At that moment, he had said to Tir: “There is no trace left in His Majesty of the Emperor I once served. He has been deceived by the court magician Windy and no longer governs as he should. Lord Tir, please let me join the Liberation Army. I also protest the emperor and want to set the empire to rights.” Seeing that he was an honorable man after all, Tir was happy to accept him into the Liberation Army’s ranks. Impressed by Tir’s judgment, Kwanda had merged the remainder of his army -- about three thousand soldiers -- with the liberation army’s forces. They had suffered great losses, but overall the battle of the great forest was a victory for the liberation army. But Tir still worried. Lady Windy was the one pulling the strings in the shadows of the Empire’s misgovernment. With Windy after Ted’s rune, what might she use the black rune to accomplish? Is the emperor also under her control, like a puppet on a string? Is my own father? Filled with trepidation at where this fight would lead him, Tir led the Liberation Army back toward their castle. --- “Did you just say Pannu Yakuta has... fallen?” Asked Teo, making sure he had heard the messenger from the empire correctly over the sandstorm raging outside the tent. Teo’s army bore the role of defending against invasion from the City-States of Jowston. To that end they were presently stationed in the Senan region near the northern border, in part of the Karakas Desert. Sandstorms were not unusual in this area, but the storm today raged more violently than usual. While waiting for the howling wind to die down, the messenger repeated himself. “That is correct, my Lord. The castle fell to the rebel army’s attack and General Kwanda was also taken prisoner.” “So Kwanda lost... When did the rebel army amass that much power?” Teo got up from his chair and went to stand in front of a map of the imperial territories. “Where is the rebel army base located?” “I hear their headquarters are in the old castle at the center of Toran Lake,” answered the messenger. “Hmph... they are in a remarkably good position. If we were to cross the water to attack them, that would leave us open to attack during the crossing. Teo turned to the messenger. “Please convey to His Majesty that we must not be careless.” “Understood, General Teo. I shall convey your words without fail. Even now, your loyalty to the Emperor is unwavering.” Teo smiled bitterly at his words. “And why shouldn’t it be? Nothing has changed.” At that, the messenger stared straight into Teo’s eyes as if searching his soul. “Well, Sir, there is that rumor... that your son is now leading the rebel army.” “Tir? Preposterous!” Teo laughed, but the soldier’s words had struck a nerve. He hadn’t heard a word from Tir since he had taken up his new appointment here. In the past, Tir would send him endless letters, to the point where he had had to have his subordinates pen his letters in reply, but not a single letter had come this time. He dismissed the matter. Tir isn’t a child anymore. I’m sure his time is taken up with the Imperial Guard. Admittedly, it was strange that he had been gone from Greigminster for half a year and had heard no news whatsoever... But that was no reason to just jump to the wild conclusion that Tir was now the leader of the rebel army, of all things. “Whoever the leader of the rebel army may be,” he said, staring pointedly at the messenger, “my loyalty is unwavering. Please convey that to his Majesty.” “Certainly, my Lord.” the messenger

responded and then exited the tent. Amidst the howls of the raging sandstorm, buffeted by these groundless doubts and misgivings, Teo had the strong sense that he had been left behind. He drew back the tent flap and gazed outside. The sandstorm showed no sign of ceasing. Chapter 15: The Blue Lightning Warrior The snow-capped Lorimar mountain range stretched into the distant west. Three months after the Liberation Army took control of the Great Forest, the first footfalls of winter began to be heard in the Imperial territories. The cold weather may have ground their army to a halt, but neither the army nor Tir himself were about to let that stop them from continuing to hone their battle skills. Their victory at the Great Forest had made the existence of the Liberation Army known to the entire Empire, but the Imperial Army had also seized upon the opportunity to relentlessly hunt down rebel forces. As tensions in both armies steadily mounted, it was as clear as day that any movement on either side would lead to outbreak of a large-scale battle. In preparation for the battle that was expected to come, Tir traveled throughout the Great Forest and recruited like-minded comrades. In the Great Forest Village, he recruited Mace the blacksmith, and Sansuke the master bath craftsman. In the Lost Woods, Tir also befriended Viki, a magician-in-training practicing her teleportation magic. Back in the Kobold Village, Fu Su Lu - a warrior clad in a tiger mask - and Ruby, an elf who disagreed with traditional Elven ways and had left the Elf Village to travel the world, also joined the ranks of the Liberation Army. In the burned remains of the Elf Village, he met Templeton - a young boy who traveled the world making maps. In the Dwarf Village, the blacksmith-in-training Meese also joined them. There were the first three from the elf clan including Kirkis, as well as Valeria, who had contributed so much to the previous battle. Kuromimi and his subordinate Gon led the kobold troops together and now officially joined the Liberation Army. The Liberation Army’s ranks certainly swelled during those three months, but from the point of view of the Imperial Army, tens of thousands of soldiers strong, they were still nothing but a puny bunch of ants just waiting to be crushed underfoot. Wrapped in his thoughts, wondering how they would do battle from here on out, Tir let out a breath that puffed white in the cold air and swung his staff. “Yah!” he cried. “We’re not done yet!” Gremio knocked his staff aside with the handle of his axe. The sound of the staff and the axe handle striking each other dissolved into the sky dyed with the colors of the sunset. They were holding a match atop the castle roof for the first time in ages. The match had begun just past noon in the blisteringly cold wind. Tir currently had two wins while Gremio had one. “Here I go!” Having repelled Tir’s staff, Gremio raised his axe overhead. Tir braced his legs against the ground and his staff came flying from the side. WHAP! Wood violently smashed into wood. Feeling his arms go numb from the force of the impact, his gaze went to Gremio’s axe -- he had shifted his grip on the handle of the axe and used it to gracefully stop Tir’s staff mid-strike. Gremio was able to manipulate his axe so skillfully precisely because he had spent so many years using it. Axes have heavy blades and it is notoriously difficult to change one’s direction mid-swing but by changing the location of his grip on the handle and just below the blade after he swung it, Gremio was able to easily halt the axe’s trajectory. Turning towards Tir, who had slipped through his defense, Gremio shouted, “NO! You can’t just keep using the same trick you used against General Kwanda--?!” His voice rose in pitch as Tir’s staff barrelled towards his face and the end of his sentence was no more than a squeak as the staff stopped a hair’s breadth away from his nose. “I understand. You can’t win fights with the same trick twice.” Tir lowered his staff, smiling. Gremio also

lowered his axe and sighed deeply. “Whew... I’d expect no less from you, Young Master. It seems I am no longer fit to be your sparring partner.” “That’s not true. I’m the one who lost first. I’d be shaking in my boots if this were a real battle.” “If this were a real battle, I would have died three times over by now,” Gremio said sadly. “Your growth as of late astounds me, Young Master. Not just your skill with the staff, but the way you fought so spectacularly in the Great Forest--I felt as though I was looking at Lord Teo. It seems you are no longer in need of my protection.” “Stop flattering me, Gremio!” Tir laughed, embarrassed. “I’m still a total novice. I’d be lost without you.” “Young master...” Smiling at Gremio’s mumbling, Tir took a deep breath. “Hey, Tir. There you are.” Viktor lumbered up the stairs, looking depressed. “Wanna talk to you about something. Got a minute?” “Sure thing.” Wiping the sweat from his brow with the towel Gremio handed him, Tir walked over to stand beside Viktor. “What’s up?” “Well, the thing is... Flik just got to the castle.” “Flik’s here?” Tir remembered that when they were at the Liberation hideout in Lenankamp, being chased by the Imperial soldiers, it was Flik who had led the members of the Liberation Army to escape from the town. When they were so badly in need of more soldiers, Flik’s return to the Liberation Army should have been a cause for celebration but Viktor’s countenance remained gloomy. “Well, he’s not happy, let’s just say that. Come meet with him, would ya?” “Sure, of course.” Still mulling uneasily over Viktor’s words, Tir walked down the stairs. When he reached the fourth floor, he heard a young man - who he assumed must be Flik - shouting angrily in the large hall. “What do you mean Odessa’s not here?! This is the Liberation Army’s new castle, isn’t it?!” Fik’s words stopped Tir dead in his tracks. Flik doesn’t know that Odessa was felled by an Imperial soldier’s arrow. As Odessa lay dying at Lenankamp she had firmly stated that the others must not know of her death. That knowledge would extinguish the light of the liberation movement sprouting in the hearts of those who had placed their hopes on her shoulders. Although Tir had in reality taken over leadership of the Liberation Army, many of Odessa’s ardent followers came knocking at the castle gates asking for her. They gave those visitors the excuse that Odessa was at another hideout. Though it pained them to lie, they wished to honor the spirit of Odessa’s last wishes and they also bore the burden of keeping the morale of the Liberation Army high, so Tir and Viktor, as well as Mathiu and the others, continued to hide the fact that Odessa had died. But they knew that Flik, her old comrade-in-arms, couldn’t be fed any such excuse. “I finally gathered together all the scattered Liberation Army forces and made our way here. Will somebody tell me what the hell is going on?!” Flik’s plea hung in the air and Gremio nudged Tir forward from behind. As he stepped into the hall, Tir saw Flik standing in the middle of the room. Humphrey and Sanchez stood in front of him in silence, at a loss for words. Flik turned at the sound of Tir’s footsteps, his blue cape fluttering. “Hmph. Tir, isn’t it? I’d heard you were acting as the temporary leader. What happened to Odessa? Why won’t she see me?” When Flik spoke, Tir saw sorrow rather than anger in his eyes. As he looked into Flik’s eyes, he remembered that Flik and Odessa had been lovers. “Calm down, Flik.” Viktor stood at his side, trying to soothe him, but Flik would have none of it. “I keep hearing that she’s off at some other hideout or safehouse, but even if she needs to stay hidden from the Imperial forces, there’s no need to hide her from me, is there? What is going on, Viktor?!” “Well...” Viktor faltered. “Lord Flik, I presume?” Everyone turned to look at the speaker -- Mathiu stood at the entrance to the hall. Flik released his hands from where they had grabbed Viktor’s shirt collar and turned to

Mathiu. “So what if I am? Who the heck are you?” “I am Mathiu Silverberg, Odessa’s elder brother.” “Odessa’s brother...�� He gave Mathiu a long, hard stare. “Then you tell me. Please. Why won’t Odessa see me? She’s here, isn’t she?” Mathiu sighed quietly and said, “Odessa is dead.” “Wh-what did you say?!”

No one spoke. They were all struck speechless. She is dead, but was that really the best way to break it to him? “Mathiu...” Tir murmured reproachfully, but Mathiu turned to him and declared, “It is high time we spoke of this matter, is it not? We have fulfilled Odessa’s dying wish. We have prevented the light of the liberation movement from being extinguished and kept the Liberation Army united, not allowing the Imperial Army to scatter our forces. A new Liberation Army has now been reborn under Lord Tir’s leadership.” Mathiu’s words were reasonable but Tir’s heart had not been prepared for them. He had still never forgotten how Flik had refused to trust him in Lenankamp. “Hey! What the hell do you mean she’s dead?!” “She died.” Mathiu said bluntly, cutting through Flik’s shouting. “During the battle when the hideout at Lenankamp was attacked.” “Viktor!” Flik turned to glare at him. “You were right there with her! What happened?!” Viktor hung his head. “I’m so sorry, Flik...” “It seems Odessa fought for the future of the Liberation Army until her last breath,” continued Mathiu. “I hear she was a splendid leader until the very end.” “Right, and you want me to believe that she chose Tir to succeed her?! Don’t screw with me, old man!” Flik raged. “Are you really okay with this, Humphrey, Sanchez?!” He grilled the two men behind him. “With Odessa gone, you’re just gonna take orders from this schmuck?!” Tir listened to Flik’s speech in silence. Odessa was a woman and she still pulled this army full of tough, fearless warriors right along behind her. She never would have hesitated to scold Flik, her second in command, if it was for the good of the Liberation Army. I’m lacking in nearly every regard compared to her. Humphrey, however, responded, “Our army needs a leader... and Tir has been doing a good job.” Apparently trying to pacify him, Sanchez added, “You mustn’t get so worked up, Flik. I understand how you feel, but don’t you have an urgent matter to tell us about?” “Yeah, I sure do.” Flik glowered at Tir. “But this was an urgent matter for Odessa, not Tir!” Before anyone could say anything, he flicked his cape. “Humphrey, Sanchez, I’ll be in Kaku. If you change your mind about following that brat, you know where to find me.” He spat the words out over his shoulder and strode out of the room. --- The morning of the next day, Tir set out across Toran lake in a boat along with Viktor and Gremio. They were off, of course, to meet Flik in the town of Kaku. After Flik had left the hall the previous day, Sanchez had told Tir, “I believe Flik lost control from the shock of learning of Odessa’s death. He normally doesn’t act like that.” Odessa’s death was certainly part of what contributed to his breakdown, thought Tir, but the other reason is the fact that she didn’t choose Flik as her successor -- Odessa chose me, a boy she had barely spoken to. That really must have wounded his pride as second in command. Tir understood Flik’s feelings. He resolved to meet with him that night. Kaku was a small fishing village in the Gouran region. When Tir had acquired the castle, it had been the fishermen and sworn brothers Tai Ho and Yam Ku from Kaku who had ferried them across to it. Back then, the number of people walking around town wearing kimono had caught his attention, but this time things were a little different. People wearing leather breastplates, people with swords hanging from their waists -- the little town was practically overflowing with the soldiers that Flik had gathered together. They stopped a passing soldier and asked where they could find Flik. The soldier directed them toward a house a little ways away from the town. Stepping in through the doorway, they found Flik very much changed from the man they had met the day before. Welcoming them into the house, Flik smiled in apparent embarrassment. “Tir, Viktor... I thought you might show up around now.” Viktor walked over to Flik. “I’m sorry, Flik... I’m just a rotten good for nothin’, couldn’t even protect

Odessa...” “Oh, shush. It’s not your fault, is it?” He offered them chairs and then sat on a small wooden stool. “When I got back here yesterday, I remembered something. Something Odessa used to always tell me. ‘You need to be more aware of yourself as a leader,’ she’d say.” He lowered his gaze to the floor and gave a small sigh, then continued. “Maybe Odessa had a premonition of her own death when she told me things like that. But I didn’t live up to her expectations. Even yesterday, I didn’t do a thing to help restore the Liberation Army... I got too blindsided by my own anger when I called on you at the castle and lost sight of my own goal. I’m a total idiot... it’s no wonder she gave up on a guy like me.” Looking at the sadness in Flik’s eyes as he spoke, Tir realized what a young man he was. His tendency to fly into a rage was definitely a weak point. But that quality was completely absent now, as he turned his thoughts to the liberation army his late lover had started. “Tir... maybe it’s selfish of me to say this, but in my heart I still can’t accept you as leader of the Liberation Army. Now’s not the time to be saying that kinda thing, though.” Flik slightly bowed his head toward Tir. “I have a request. Let me fight with you. Please. It doesn’t matter how, but I must make sure all Odessa has done doesn’t go to waste.” “Flik...” Tir sensed that Flik was fighting his own battle in those words. Thinking on what Flik had said, he made up his mind. “I’m the one who should be asking you. I don’t have half the strength Odessa did. But I will see the liberation movement through no matter what. I won’t lose to you in that respect. So, please -- fight alongside us, Flik.” “Tir...” Staring at him, Flik stood. “Thank you. Now we can go rescue the comrades I left behind.” “Left behind? Where? Which comrades?” Boomed Viktor cheerfully, clearly glad to have Flik back. Flik explained while he quickly gathered together his belongings. “After the Lenankamp hideout was attacked, we fled to the western region governed by Milich.” “General Milich...” Gremio murmured. “One of the five great generals. The flower general, Milich Oppenheimer.” “That’s right. Once we got to the Kunan region and I’d begun to reassemble our soldiers, we were suddenly attacked by an imperial anti-rebellion faction.” “Tch.” Viktor clicked his tongue. “Those bastards are just tryin’ to stop us growin’ stronger.” “No doubt. At any rate, many of us went into hiding. I visited the castle yesterday to request we go after Milich and liberate the Kunan region.” Flik nimbly hoisted his small pack on his back. “Will you fight with us, leader of the liberation army?” “Yes, of course we...” As soon as the words left his lips, Tir experienced the strangest sensation. It felt like something had come crawling up from the back of his right hand to his elbow and had gone right past his shoulder. “Is something wrong, young master?” Gremio asked, peering at him in evident worry. The odd feeling in his arm suddenly vanished. “No... everything’s fine.” Tir turned back to Flik. “Of course we will fight. If we didn’t, there would be no point in Odessa having started the Liberation Army.” “All right! Well said!” The four of them left the house in high spirits and set sail in the same boat that had brought them to Kaku. The bow of the boat pointed toward the Liberation Army castle. Tir turned to look behind them and saw the soldiers from Kaku following them in several small boats. The soldiers numbered roughly one thousand five hundred. Tir was glad they had added more soldiers to their ranks, but his mind wouldn’t settle down. The strange sensation in his arm had gone away but it left in its wake a vague foreboding that now filled him. He had no clue whatsoever what that foreboding feeling might portend.

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[zenitsuharadagoku]

Harlequin(King) x Demon Quinton(Male reader)

Warnings-MalexMale,Spoilers if you have not seen 7 deadly sins cursed by the light,non-cannon, I do not own any of the pictures/gifs/animes used their creators do. All I own is this fanfic idea.cursing.Ooc characters. Unless specified I,my,me refers to Quinton. Also there will be time skips I rather not write the whole complete narrative of Seven deadly sins

Also The lifespan of demon clan members will not be only 1000 years cause this fanfic idea will not work at all if this was the case. Also since the Demon King and Supreme Deity have no cannon names in here they will be named Ozai and Ragyo.World Building.Long.

Young Quinton form in the human realm disguising/Hiding his Horns and Demon mark . 1500 years and below (Gwyn Reynolds from Beyblade burst)

Adult Quinton 1600 yrs and up ( Demon mark is the Crest).

True demon form but way shorter than Hajun’s official height and horns shorter also. The other forms have the horns if Quinton is not hiding them. Quinton’s body grows to 13ft 5 inches. Image owned by u/uccellaccio_(Reddit).

Powers

Demon clan power of Darkness.

Giant clan power of creation after eating the souls of giants.

Treasure of Earth by performing this dance moving with the Rhythm of cosmos Quinton can increase his connection to the earth while increasing his power at the same time also increases his speed.can also use this dance to attack his enemy continuously with multi-hit attacks while his opponent is under the impression of being attacked by many,many enemies all at once.(his version of Drole dance since he is a demon+ Shiva cool dance from Record of Ragnarok) very dangerous as the more he dances the more his connection to the earth and power grows making his creation magic attacks even stronger. Only usable by Quinton once he was above 1500 years of age due to creation magic not being natural to a demon took several centuries to create and master.

Main magic in his Hajun state (In the Demon realm his name is Hajun also he is 13 feet 5inches due to his height some demons thought he was older than he really was.

Biokinesis: The ability to manipulate his own body turning the top portion of his right forearm into various melee weapons,namely a great sword,Scythe,whip sword and an axe can also harden his arm into a shield like state that can block swords and other melee weapons but can still be harmed by enemies with great strength such as meliodas or escanor.

While he mainly uses his arms when using his biokinesis he can use it from anypart of his body such as having a scythe enhanced kick or hardening his back in case of an attack on his blind spot. Can also manipulate his bones by sharpening and hardening them and having them stick out of his body (basically it is kimimaro dance of the larch Dead bone pulse move).

Heaven Piercing Demon Drill: Quinton enlarges his entire right arm and creates an elongated whip-Like Sword from it and twists his forearm continuously then release to create a massive black drill bigger than his body, Then launches its full force at his enemy.

Blaze of Glory sword Quinton amputates his own left arm which he immediately regenerates He then transforms his amputated arm into a sword that he swings with his immense strength it is strong enough to clash evenly with Divine Sword Escanor when covered in darkness.

Quinton also has the strongest regeneration of any Demon he can regenerate lost limbs easily as long as he has magic power and heal minor wounds easily while severe wounds also get healed but cost more magic power to heal as a result of this damage sustained does not accumulate like it does in other demons.Something nobody else knows about is that Quinton can regenerate his hearts but it does take 3 days to regenerate a single heart completely he keeps this skill to himself to trick enemies who destroyed some of his hearts in the dark about how many hearts he still has left.

Hellblaze: Quinton weakest magic power even after being given some help by Monspeet one of the greatest users of hellblaze in demon world all Quinton can manage is to ignite his body in Hellblaze increasing the power of his punches and kicks and strikes of his Biokinesis weapons.

Also in this fanfic King’s height without wings is his cannon height but with wings his height is 6ft 11in and Quinton adult height is also 6ft 11in .

3000 years ago First holy war Quinton age 800 years old.

The battlefield was littered with bodies of giants and humans but also with the bodies of red and grey demons.This makes another battle finished and yet the Demon clan is not any closer to winning this war. I tell the Survivors report to lord Zeldris tell him the battle is finished I will return to Demon world shortly “Other demons at once sir!” I wander the battlefield until I stop at the “corpse” of a giant. I thought the Giant tribe had to much pride to play dead just to survive a battle is dying in battle not something your race prefers over losing and surviving the battle. The giant attacks by trying to grab me I dodge by leaping backwards the giant says “ I was not playing dead I was waiting for you to be alone as the strongest demon in this battle when I beat you I will l receive more respect from my tribe. How foolish you could have survived this battle if you had stayed on the ground I was ready to ignore you surviving ohh well what can you do prepare to die. You first says the giant Rock slide the giant throws a storm of stones at me I dodge but the giant is not done Gaia Dragon( water dragon jutsu but made of earth) I shift my right arm into my Axe Sword and cut through the dragon and the giant’s left Leg.boom! The giant falls to the ground before the giant attacks again I force the soul from his body and as I hold his soul in my hand I say I admire your stubbornness to bad there will not be a next time I speak aloud before devouring his soul.Now I got a choice to make do I go back to Demon world to continue fighting in a war that does not seem close to being finished fighting for a King who I know cares not for his Subordinates if he did he would try to stop this war the casualties of this war are heavily impacting both sides, or do I go to the Goddess clan side like that traitor Meliodas the one who weakened the Demon clan enough for the Goddess clan to make their move to destroy the Demon Clan, I Discard the second Idea immediately if I do not get immediately attacked by the archangels I will get Killed by Meliodas cause I will not be able to hold myself back from attacking him the one who upset the power balance between the Demon clan and Goddess clan leading to this Holy war and no manner how strong I am I will lose the battle after all before he went traitor he was the one most likely to be the next Demon King out of all the sons of the Demon King Ozai. Well I am deserting but I better hurry up and cover my tracks I begin using my creation magic which I know no one in the demon clan knows I can do Giga Crush I raised as much earth as I can before I go into the next part Giga Fall I tear up the battlefield even more if I am lucky anyone who comes looking for me in this battlefield will think I was attacked and killed by the Giant king Drole. I better do something else too I began to seal my Demon powers until I look like a little kid (Gwyn Reynolds picture) now you might begin to think that this is only a disguise It might look like that but the little kid form is what I look like with my Biokinesis magic I manipulated my body to be taller and look different the only thing that stays the same is the Horns which I hide and my hair which I hope does not give me away I also hide my Demon mark so now I appear to be human . I immediately begin running from the battlefield hoping that no one suspects I am alive after my Drole killed me Bluff or that Lord Zeldris personally comes to the battlefield to retrieve me or my old mentor Monspeet who knows me enough to see through me. Fortunately through I look human I still got my Demon Stamina so I can keep running for a long time I keep my senses extended it will not bode well for me to run headlong into another battlefield or hell forbid run into Meliodas I will have to hope he thinks I am a simple human who has powerful magic if he looks like he recognizes me I will use my creation magic which will shock even him giving me time to hopefully make a clean getaway. I run until I see cave Almost hidden by some trees and shrubs.

I think to myself this seems like a good place to hide out for awhile. I hear some growling I see a bear well look at this it seems this cave has a owner well to bad it belongs to me now get lost the bear attacks I killed it in seconds with a punch that separates it’s head from its body i eat it raw not wanting to gather branches and set them on fire using my hands and if I can eat demons world creatures eating a bear raw will not poison me at all or cause me discomfort. Small time skip of 5 months: for five months I be keeping a low profile training my creation magic and avoiding the other races but I can’t do this forever I have no idea about the status of the holy war all I can feel is clashes of magic power and from really far away my mentor Monspeet magic clashing with what appeared to be the magic of a particularly strong individual I did not get closer but instead moved away from the location with haste last thing I need is my mentor finding me and learning I did not die but deserted the Demon clan. Not to mention I might be brought before Lord Zeldris or even Worst the Demon King for my desertion. I make it to a human village I say human there are some giants around along with some goddess clan members I stay calm and keep my bloodlust from leaking out the guard at the village gate asks me what is a little kid doing traveling by himself. I quickly lie and say in an angry tone well let me see my parents got killed by some demons cause the whole world has gone to hell that answer your very stupid question sir. “Ok little kid sorry for asking you don’t have to be so disrespectful” whatever I say can I enter the village I seek to stay for the night . Sure says the guard just don’t cause any trouble got it or their will be consequences. I say ok through inwardly I scoff ok buddy like anyone in this place can cause me trouble through I do not intend to stay long. I make it through the village stoping in an alleyway I refused to sleep in an enclosed space with humans also I have no money, or jewels to pay for anything I just hear to get information and by that I mean eat somebody’s soul that looks like they have some info. I wait for hours until yes I see a lone member of the Goddess clan flying nearby I let loose just a little of my power enough to get just a little attention from my prey I do not need this whole place to come for my head I can had for the giants and humans easily but the goddess clan can call for backup and I do not need an archangel or Meliodas to show up that will be very bad. In case you have not notice I like the rest of the Demon clan both respect and fear Meliodas power and his ruthlessness. I rather not have to battle with him if I can avoid doing so but back to the matter at hand the goddess clan member goes in the ally I quickly moved behind them covering their mouth hello there don’t you know that you must not let down your guard my dude I know you probably thinking I am just a human but I am not a human I am a demon who deserted the Demon Clan and needs some information about the current status of the war so thank you for your knowledge which I hope you have I press the palm of my left hand into his back and force his Soul out I immediately eat it . Why still holding the body of the Goddess so it does not cause any noise as I quickly but calmly leave the alley I leave the village walking normally until I am out of site behind some trees then I start running as fast as I can because I know the body of the goddess will be discovered soon if it was not already through I did not sense anyone super strong I must still be cautious. So as I continue running I go over the memories I received from that goddess the things I learn shock me so much I trip and slam face first into a tree. What the fairy king Gloxinia and Giant King Drole have joined the side of the Demons and that the second fairy king is not getting involved in the holy war. The first bit of news shock me more than the rest this is bad very if Drole is now with the Demon the Lord Zeldris will ask him if he fought and killed me.

Then Drole will say he never met me before in his life and Lord Zeldris will know that I deserted the demon clan what do I do what do I do come on Quinton think you knew your bluff was not going to work forever if it even worked at all. I know I just go to the Fairy king forest that the last place they will think to look if they even spared soldiers to track me down luckily for me all of the giant souls I ate a lot of them knew where the fairy king forest is I just need to travel their quickly but covertly and be even more on guard.After weeks of traveling I finally make it to the Fairy King’s forest I am stopped at the entrance by an copper haired fairy wearing a green suit holding a spear in his hand.Stay away from here I can tell you have a very Dark aura and will probably have bad intentions toward my forest.

Second fairy King Dahlia ( in this fanfic Dahlia was alive during the time Gloxinia was king he was just not the King of the Fairy King forest . He is 925 yrs old also he his muscles are smaller and less defined but he still has superior physical strength compared to the rest of the fairy race.

Wait before you attack at least let me introduce myself my name is Quinton and while I am from the demon clan I am also a deserter of the Demon race I do not want to fight in the holy war any longer I been a deserter for some months now. Who are you I ask him. “My name is Dahlia I am the current fairy king.” And Demons are not welcomed here. Really I said how about when Gloxinia the first fairy king let Meliodas the destroyer in here . Listen I know you do not trust me how about this you let me stay here in the fairy king’s forest under your direct supervision and the moment I try to kill a fairy or destroy the forest or do anything else that is evil you can attack and kill me immeadiately. I look at him while he thinks it over he does so while not lowering his guard finally he says ok I will let you stay here under my surveillance but do anything suspicious and I will kill you got it.I say understood. I takes several weeks before Dahlia does more than look at my actions looking for any reason to attack me while his advisor Gerheade looks at me from a distance and advices Dahlia that due to the war I should not stay in the forest, not to mention that all other fairies by command of their king and how my aura feels avoid me like I am a plague. So what reason does a demon have to betray his race ? He asks me you do not look like you are in love like Meliodas when he left everything to be with Elizabeth the Goddess. Ha ha I laugh no I am not in love with anyone no one male or female has caught my interest in that way yet. I left the Demon clan because Ozai the Demon King does not care for his race. The demons are just pawns in his game and if the demon king cared about the Demon race he would have already stopped this war before we continue suffering more casualties. I see then so how exactly did you leave the Demon clan army I know that desertion would be punished by the Ten Commandments and Demon king. Well it’s a interesting story Dahlia I faked my death, really how did you manage that? I showed him my creation magic. “What? I mean how did you do that Demons are not supposed to have creation magic that belongs to the giant clan? Dahlia says” well I do not know all the details myself all I know is that after I ate a large amount of giant souls I could do this which is weird because I am not the only demon who ate giant souls. Also you do not need to worry I will not be eating any fairy souls I do want to stay in this forest and I do keep my word. I say this because you totally were about to attack me right now am I right. Yeah but it’s still weird how you have creation magic, Dahlia looks at me with curiosity so how did having creation magic help you fake your death? Well I destroyed the battlefield I was on even more with creation magic and basically faked that I was killed by Drole the giant king. Dahlia tells me “ so now that Drole is with the demon clan does that mean that “ Yep I interrupt that means that Lord Zeldris asked Drole if he killed me and since Drole never met me that means Lord Zeldris knows I faked my death and deserted the Demon clan”. Which is why I came here to hide in the Fairy King’s forest as it’s a place the Demon clan will not look for me in at first. So yeah that’s my story now tell me why would a fairy King not get involved in the holy war. What’s your Story. Umm how to best explain my story says Dahlia “ I suppose you can say that I am detached from the whole holy war deal, I don’t care what the Goddess clan wants I don’t bow to them or dance to their tune I make my own decisions and as long as the Demon clan stays away from my forest I let them be. Plus humans live such short lives and are so subservient to the Goddess clan it’s honestly pathetic. Humans are so short sighted that they cannot even fathom the idea that the goddess clan can be just as petty, cruel and nasty as the demon clan hehe no offense to present company of course. No offense taken you see you are right the Demon clan can commit evil actions and of course we are all ruthless beasts .

At least that is how the other races view us. But something you might not know Dahlia Is that the demon clan did not in fact cause the war it was the Goddess clan they held demon civilians hostage which included woman and children. They were used as bait then killed without mercy I said with a look of steel on my face. Your not lying Dahlia tells me I been reading your heart all this time you have been telling the true. Wait hold on what do you mean reading my heart I ask him. You really don’t know much about fairies do you Dahlia says smiling a little bit. Nope only the very basics I tell him. Well Fairies can see into the hearts of everyone and discern what their intentions are. Wait a second you! That means that when I got to the forest you knew I was not here to cause trouble. Yes I knew but I had to be sure the safety of everyone is my responsibility plus you could have used some demon trick I don’t have a clue what it could me to try and trick me. Well I understand why you did it still sucks through I pout. Now Dahlia says back on the subject of the Goddess clan another reason I not getting involved in the war at all is that when the goddess clan came to request my help they straight up ordered me to fight for them I told them I wouldn’t fight for them but any Fairy that wanted to participate could do so. So now we both see that the Goddess clan can be complete arrogant assholes.

Several time jumps through the centuries- After that conversation Dahlia and Quinton develop an friendship often talking about different subjects.

Or Training together fighting hand to hand Dahlia’s physical power never fails to surprise Quinton. One time Dahlia during battle with me creates the Killer fairy move and being able to perform my own version of this using Darkness with the limited Hellblaze I can do is something I discover months later with Dahlia’s help. The Holy war still rages on when I was 1000 and Dahlia 1,125 I almost have multiple hearts attacks. I am training my Treasure of Earth Dance having a great amount of difficulty when I sense something I did not ever want to. Meliodas what is he doing in the forest. I try to act as normal as possible I go to where Dahlia is and see him Talking to Meliodas in the distance . Meliodas nods then manifests Darkness wings flying off. I’m not sure how I feel maybe a little bit mad he did not acknowledge my existence or relieved that he apparently did not care to notice me. When I ask Dahlia what he spoke to Meliodas about what He said. Dahlia tells me that all he wanted to do was try to convince Him to join the holy war. He responded with a no that Meliodas respected.

I breath a lot easier seeing that after many more years when I am 1305 years old and Dahlia is 1430 yrs Old the demon clan is sealed away and the goddess clan loses their bodies having to sacrifice their physical forms. After having fun for multiple weeks I leave the fairy King’s forest for the first time since I deserted the Demon clan. Of course not without a heartfelt goodbye and see you later to Dahlia who had become like a brother to me and a respectful goodbye to Gerheade who while not my friend per say we do conduct ourselves with kindness towards each other. Now as I travel a healing Britannia I stick to the Shadows traveling at night. I am both a Demon and did fight in the Holy war I just got to wait until all the Generation of humans that fought in the Holy war die at least that is my plan until I realize I fought in my Hajun state so my disguise will work not being a 13ft 5inches tall demon with horns. I continue my training while humans continue to spread out and create different kingdoms to live in. While I also see that history is written indeed by the winners everything written about the Goddess clan paints them as benevolent saviors while Demons are monsters bent on destruction committing every evil thing you can think off. But what really makes me mad is the part that says the Demons attacked first trying to conquer the world. What a load of Bullshit. But I take comfort in the fact that the Goddess clan lost their bodies and I don’t correct the humans like they would believe a word from a demon anyway. 600 years pass I am 1905 years old I finally master my treasure of Earth dance and work on keeping my skills sharp. But I see something unexpected one day a woman that looks exactly like the Goddess Elizabeth but she’s a human? And I remain as calm as possible Meliodas is with her. But did both of them not die during the war. Wait that time that I felt a very immense amount of Magical power and a deep expression of fear. That must have been The Demon King Ozai and Supreme Deity Ragyo fighting and Killing Both Meliodas and Elizabeth but since they are here that means they must have been cursed somehow by the two gods.

Excuse me sir do you need something you have been looking at us for a while Human Elizabeth asks me, ohh I am sorry it’s just you and the young man next to you look like such a cute couple also I am a bit embarrassed to say I need directions you see it’s my first time in this village and I need some help getting to a inn.( I have money because some dumb bandits tried to rob me, poor souls they will not be missed) ohh sure to find the nearest inn you walk straight on the road take a left and pass the horse stables the inn will be to the right of the stables. Thank you so much for your kindness despite wanting to run because of Meliodas I walk normally to the inn spend the night and then disappear from the village the following day. What I did not know is that Meliodas sensed a bit of my power umm that face I swear I have either seen him before or at least someone that looks like him. But fortunately before he can think to deeply about it Elizabeth distracts him by telling him something from her childhood and he loses his train of thought.

Time skip 2 weeks after seeing Meliodas. Ok breathe and stay calm what are the chances He recognized you. I better do something I could sense all the power he had deep underneath the surface even through every human in that village was totally and blissfully ignorant of it. I need to lay low so low as to be underground I spends weeks trying to find an isolated place for what I am planning . I finally find a cave ok now this next part is tricky but during my time learning from master Monspeet I lived with him at his home so I could explore in the rooms he let me go into and one day I found a book from Belialuin the former now destroyed Capital of the wizards. Anyway within it was two spells that are different from each other but I can combine them together for a new effect. Misopetha-Menos (Saint Seiya ) which is a technique to preserve youth and slow down time effect on you, it can slow down how many heart beats you have, a normal person would have about 100,000 heartbeats per day with the help of Misopetha-Menos the person casting it can have 100,000 heartbeats per year , making 243 years be a mere 243 days. I planned on using this for much longer than that but this spell does leave you vulnerable which is were the next spell comes around The Armor of Sleep (W.I.T.C.H power Ironwood) which summons a scaly Rock armor around the caster allowing them to fall into a deep hibernation if they are threatened with the possibility of Dying. I intend to combine both so I can slow down time’s effect on me quite a large bit. Casting the spells inside the cave I go into a deep hibernation and before I know it 2,500 years pass the cave having been partially destroyed but my armor of sleep staying unmoved through it all

Waking up and a huge sense of Deja vu plus First meeting with King.

In a very remote location a strange arrangement of rocks begins to shift until it explodes outward revealing Quinton finally I can move again I think it’s been 2,400 years or 2,600 years since I activated the spell. I stretch my body enjoying moving again but it worked it seems despite all the time that passed the combination of the two spells made my body only age 500 years. Which would make me despite all the time that passed only 2,405 years old. Anyway I know for a fact Meliodas does not even remember I existed . I slowly make my way to the Fairy King Forest intending to visit Dahlia, I do some training along the way to shake the rust off due to my large amount of time being inactive. I make it to the Forest but before I enter I dodge a spear by jumping to the right. I see a youth with a floating spear pointed at me state your Business why are you in the Fairy King��s forest and why do you have a dark presence deep inside you. I start laughing it’s almost the same word for word so similar but with key differences I can’t believe this is happening again.

In order to make this not be too long and cause I need to rest I continue in a part 2 also it will allow me to bypass the picture/gif limit of ten. Also this is like in my opinion a mix between Self insert and Male reader a sort of middle ground I believe ? cause I insert myself as Quinton and I am a Male who reads my own Story so A male Reader. At least that is how I see it.

#seven deadly sins #Dahlia #Hajun #record of ragnarok #anime

[daisyachain]

the Cybertronian class system in mtmte/ll is just so interesting and fucked up. pre-Nova you’ve got the strict functionist hierarchy of ruling class/intellectual class (specialized)/middle class (useful for conquest/expansion and somewhat uncommon)/disposable class (less useful for conquest/expansion extremely common)/beast class (useless), you’ve got the officially sentient/officially nonsentient divide (made up as an excuse to funnel resources into the upper classes), you’ve got the implication that the lower classes were treated so badly they were straight-up killed off (Rewind is one of the last) or forced to re-make themselves (the Ambus brothers). Alternately, the implication that so much of the population is cold constructed that the disposable and beast classes were basically pushed out of the species--they keep dying, and nothing is built to replace them. 

and then there’s the forged/cold constructed divide between people who were religiously and spiritually ‘meant’ to exist and people who were basically made to be cannon fodder in an imperialist campaign and/or to be the working class the ruling and upper classes needs to maintain their lifestyle. within cold constructs, there are the wave divides between the first ones sent into the mines or on to the battlefields, the second ones who came alive in a semi-integrated society and had a chance to find a place within the existing hierarchy, and then the MTOs who woke up in a state of total war and whose never had an identity ouside of it. they don’t necessarily face the targed classism that the first and second waves did, but because they never had the same learning and experience that the older ones do, they automatically exist at the bottom of the power structure. physically, they get shoddy and malfunctioning bodies; socially, their movement within the hierarchy is limited by the skills they’re never given.

arguably, the useful/non-useful hierarchy among forged Cybertronians mirrors the abled/disabled-neurotypical/neurodivergent-mentally healthy/mentally ill axes of marginalization. a large chunk of the human population is defined as ‘lesser’ based on how well they fit into and work within arbitrary structures. within that, the strict segregation by function and the place of Outliers within society mirrors human gender hierarchies. the forged/cold constructed hierarchy more closely approximates hierarchies by class/nationality/ethnicity/colour. all the different axes present works as a metaphor for real-life oppression, but at the same time it’s completely rooted in the internal worldbuilding and works better than your average fantasy allegory. there are some problems or inconsistencies, but Roberts’ writing is firmly rooted in applicability. oppression and marginalization are nourished and maintained by the people they benefit

#maccadam #mtmte #kelsey liveblogs tf #lost light #i guess. anyway i'm always amazed at how complex and Real the mtmte/ll world feels #like it's all in bits and pieces and flashbacks and retcons. you can really Feel that there's a world there #that's millions of years old. and in a species where lives last forever...why wouldn't there be massive class divides? #if the ruling class knows that everyone else has all the time in the world to overthrow them then they have to try real hard #to make sure that the thought never even crosses their minds

[blackestnight]

can I uhhhh request modern au head cannons for: Did any of their friends or family want them to get together? | Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like? | What are their favorite things to do together? | Do they have any pets?

BOY CAN YOU. I LOVE MODERN AUS. (YOU KNOW THIS.)

Did any of their friends or family want them to get together?

hanami's a) intensely private and b) too smart to even think about romantic prospects around her family until she's had adequate time to warn her partner about their general level of Overwhelming. also, they do, y'know, live on a different continent*, so the first anyone heard about aymeric was "we've been dating for six months and he'll be here when you fly out for heavensturn have a nice trip"

*with an exception, i'll get to that in a minute

also, her friends were convinced that hanami had made up a fake boyfriend to ward off creepy asshole customers at her jewelry shop, because they never saw him and she never brought him up in any conversation not instigated by creepy asshole customers at her jewelry shop, and then he showed up at trivia night and they were like "wait, you're a real person?" which tickled him to no end. world's handsomest cryptid. (nowadays people think she's made up a fake husband to ward off creepy asshole customers, because they never see him around the store and she doesn't wear a ring, and yes at this point she does kind of do it on purpose a little bit because he is the world's handsomest cryptid and it's always fucking hilarious when new people get to meet him for the first time.)

unlike hanami, aymeric has never been able to keep a lid on his emotions in his life, so foster sister lucia spent a solid year ragging on him about that pretty shopkeeper he met who insulted his watch while he insisted that you don't just ask retail service workers on dates, lucia, it's unconscionably rude and unfair to leverage that social power imbalance and she's just doing her job and— (lucky for him, hanami has no such reservations.) at which point lucia and estinien both moved on to ragging aymeric about maybe dating someone who isn't completely rabid for once in your life, dude, but like, lovingly.

Did they have an official first date? If so, what was it like?

*HI, WE'VE HIT THE EXCEPTION.

yes, they did have an official first date. i'm just running with the mom squad's main street au for simplicity purposes, which is set Handwave Somewhere Vaguely Northeastern Coastal, so their plan was to go down to the boardwalk and find a nice restaurant and maybe go on a romantic sunset walk along the beach and it would all be very cute and picturesque, insert harlequin title in appropriately gaudy font.

what actually happened was hanami wound up having to babysit her nine-year-old nephew because haruki had an emergency crop up at the last minute and couldn't find a sitter; aymeric was halfway through offering to reschedule when she said "you can just come over to my house if you want," at which point estinien—who was at aymeric's place at the time for no discernable reason, aside from providing color commentary and destroying his netflix algorithm—said "this is how you get ax murdered," because hanami's house was approximately 30 minutes west of buttfuck nowhere in a corn field, and aymeric was like "well if i die i die, i guess," and went over to hanami's house, where he got to sit at the kitchen table and watch munehise avoid doing his math worksheet by asking all sorts of questions about auntie's new friend, and then hanami (who had offered to make dinner as an apology for being 30 minutes west of buttfuck nowhere in a corn field instead of in a romance novel boardwalk seafood restaurant) served up a pot of curry that was, y'know, mildly spiced by her standards, and almost had steam coming out of poor aymeric's ears, so he and hanami spent the entire meal studiously pretending that they couldn't see him literally sweating while he forced his way through the whole plate because he was too polite not to, and then once hanami had made mune go to bed they sat on her couch and drank sparkling juice (that hanami knew she'd never actually bought, but people tended to just stick weird things in her fridge and by people she means thancred) out of wineglasses (that hanami had bought and never used) and amused themselves by letting the 1950s moby dick movie play on low volume while hanami (who had never read the book) made fun of the entire premise of moby dick and aymeric (who had not read the book in almost twenty years and had hated it at the time because you always hate things you have to read for high school lit classes) tried valiantly to play devil's advocate defend The Classic Novel that he absolutely did not remember anything about, and they were in the middle of giggling over that and playing footsie under the coffee table like a couple of jackasses when haruki showed up and proceeded to embarrass everyone by declaring that hanami was the worst babysitter ever, god, didn't he say you couldn't have boys over, and in the resultant headlock wrestling match an ugly vase on the mantel got broken and the night ended with hanami bent over the kitchen sink while aymeric tried to find a non-invasive way to help pick glass shards out of her hair.

so like, could have gone better, but after they got the glass out of her hair and hanami chased haruki (and a sleeping mune) out of the house she and aymeric made out on the front porch for a while, so let's just count it as a win.

What are their favorite things to do together?

remember i mentioned trivia night? they make a disgustingly good team. i won't elaborate but i feel it in my soul.

also, camping. i blame you for the mental image of driving out to a nature reserve in hanami's absolutely decrepit 1980s pickup and laying out blankets and pillows in the truck bed and stargazing while they snack on graham crackers and marshmallows because they're too lazy to actually make s'mores.

Do they have any pets?

YES! they have two cats. aymeric's ancient longhaired persian queen has been with him since he was in college, when his mother adopted a kitten who came into this world a spiteful soul. her name is mandragora and he spoils the daylights out of her. she will literally sit on a barstool and eat her food off a little saucer on the counter. when she's not demanding to be fed Properly, Like A Person, Food Dishes On The Floor Are So Undignified Ugh she likes to curl up either in the windowsill or by the fireplace and glare at all who approach her throne. she's also a chronic foot nibbler.

hanami has a cat whose breed is "a cat that kept dropping dead mice on my porch so i got her spayed," and her name is katsu and hanami affectionately refers to her as a baby panther because she is HUGE. this cat is the size of a small terrier. she's also the single cuddliest cat you will ever meet, who likes to drape over people's shoulders and make biscuits on their backs while they wander around and do housework. she's strictly an indoor cat now and content to be treated like a baby and harass mandragora.

incidentally, the home screen of hanami's phone is a picture of aymeric asleep on the couch, except mandragora is on his chest and katsu is on his face, so all you can see of him is his hair and part of a shoulder.

#ask #ask meme #s: a minor justice #nuclearanomaly #oc: hanami hagane #aymeric de borel #i would say i'm sorry for this but i absolutely am not #except i'm maybe a little sorry for the run-on sentence #(no i'm not) #hanami voice: why does ahab not get a hobby. #aymeric: [exhausted sigh]