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shabre-legacy · 1 year

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Returning Home Chapter Five

Up Against the World, Up against the Wall

Song: Any other way by All good things

It doesn’t take long for them to get to Carrick Station, and even less time to be in line for boarding a ship from the station to Coruscant. All travel costs on the Republic Army of course. There’s always a priority on moving soldiers around the galaxy, After all, the tensions with the Sith Empire were still high and based on what she had uncovered, they were actively, but quietly pushing into Republic space. Military and Jedi ships had priority on every Republic station and most of the private ones too. Even then, it takes enough time to make their way down to grab a drink and food that isn’t rations from the cantina before boarding.

The serving droid rolls away with their orders, leaving the two in awkward silence. They hadn’t had a chance to talk much since leaving Ord Mantell. Nyaisa had been well enough to travel, but without enough energy for additional conversation, so beyond being blamed for her squad’s actions ruining Jorgan’s career and a few check-ins, there wasn’t much said.

After a minute or two of the silence, Jorgan speaks first. “So.. Havoc Squad. Best of the best. Can’t say that I’m happy about the demotion, but it’s an honor to be here sir.”

Sir? That was going to take some getting used to, coming from the tall Cathar. He’d loomed over her when they’d met, with him challenging her experience and skill and her trying to stand up to him without breaking protocol.

She leans forward a bit. “How are you holding up?”

“You mean after watching Tavus flush my career down the fresher? What do you think?” There’s a dark growl at the end of his sentence, a promise of violence towards someone. “Four years at the academy. Seven years in the field, decorations, commendations. Would have made captain soon if command hadn’t hung me out to dry.”

Years of work, destroyed in a matter of hours. If he was telling the truth that is. For all she knew he could be a skilled liar and working with Tavus and only pretending to be this angry. But that, that seemed unlikely. Emotions typically ran hot with Cathar in her experience and this kind of anger felt genuine. “You and I both know Tavus’s defection wasn’t your fault.”

Jorgan just growled slightly at his tray. “Tell that to the brass when they need a scapegoat. But hey, water under the bridge. Command put me in Havoc to help you find Tavus and I intend to do just that.” His voice held less of the venom now. He wasn’t warm, but controlled, strong, determined. “I’ve hunted imperials from one side of the galaxy to the next. Used to command the Deadeyes, finest sniper squad in the Republic.” The note of pride in his voice makes her smile just a little.

“I look forward to seeing what you can do, Jorgan.”

“You won’t be disappointed.”

“Good.” She’s quiet a moment herself. “Hunting imps is something I’m pretty damn good at myself. Been doing it for years. So we shouldn’t have much trouble with this once we get the go orders and a direction to search.”

The droid arrives then, interrupting their conversation. After taking their food, they both dive in. Too concerned with the prospect of tasting real food to bother with talking. Too soon for her taste, it’s time to line up for boarding, always a long process in an environment like this one.

It takes some time getting out once they board and longer than she’d like to get checked in on the ship’s roster and get her bunk assignment. However, finally, she and Jorgan are released to go to their bunks as the Jedi the ship is transporting start to board. She’ll pay attention to that later after she’s slept. She’s still not fully recovered from her injuries and it’s taking a toll.

The small bunkbed in the tiny room she had to share with the angry, grumpy Cathar, somehow managed to look good after all the travel and the painful realization that her squad’s betrayal was real and not part of some horrible hallucination. She quickly stows her gear and practically rips off her armor, though she takes care to stack it carefully, ready to be cleaned and cared for as soon as she woke up. Clad now in only her tight black undersuit, she collapses onto the bed, not bothering to think of Jorgan in that moment, only considering how tired she was. She was aware of him doing the same, settling in for the multi-day trip.

She lies in the bunk for a while, she quickly loses track of time, but as exhausted as she is, sleep will not come. She keeps replaying that moment in her mind, the moment she’d burst into the hanger, shooting down the imperials, ready to die trying to rescue any of her squad, only to find their blasters turned on her, the moment that her CO had given imperials the order to kill her. Shooting at the ship and catching Fuse’s gaze, his eyes filled with just a hint of regret, perhaps for leaving her to die.

She’d survived, against everything the imps and separatists threw at her, she survived and took most of them down. But the betrayal cut deep. Even the promotion didn’t dull that sting. She waits quietly in the bunk, occasionally swallowing hard against the lump in her throat until finally Jorgan leaves. She doesn’t say anything, just pretends to be asleep until the door closed behind him and she breaks down. She sobs quietly into her pillow, pouring out all the pain from her injuries, the exhaustion, the betrayal, and the renewed feelings of loss she felt from the strange idea she’d had upon waking after the kolto tank that her little sister, dead for years, had somehow saved her. It woke the emotions she’d thought long buried. She hadn’t cried for her sisters for years, since before she’d found her brother. The day she’d decided to leave the academy she attended on Mirial and join the effort to liberate her planet, that had been the last time she’d cried for her siblings. She’d only cried for her cousins one night and even now, the tears weren’t for them. They weren’t. She was stronger than that grief.

She only cries a few minutes, her already quiet sobs, muffled to almost silence by the pillow, her shaking shoulders the only sign a regular human would notice. So by the time she hears Jorgan enter only a few minutes after leaving, she’s already brushing away the tears. That’s enough sulking. She has to move on. She can’t break down, not now. There’s work to be done.

She takes a breath, stretching out the cramped muscles as she heard the click of the datapad they’d been given with the ship’s schedule being placed back on the footlocker and the quiet room slowly fills with only the sounds of her breath and Jorgan’s above her as they lie in silence. It only takes a few more minutes before his steady breathing, so different then the humans she’d become used to bunking with, lulled her into a restless sleep.

It’s several hours later when she finally wakes. The room is empty once again and she glances hurriedly around, her hand reaching for her blaster before she freezes and forces herself to exhale. She’s on a Republic Military ship. The traitors who turned on her weren’t here. She is safe. Or is she? Had the Republic known? Sure, the officers she’d spoken to acted like they didn’t, but what if they really had? What if they had just decided to write her off as easily expendable? What if it was all just some kind of test? Commander Tavus… of all people… going imp? It sounds impossible just thinking about it. And what about Jorgan? Was he really put in Havoc for the reasons she was told? Was he just there to spy on her? Or had he been working with Tavus and just waiting for the right time to betray her as well? Which soldier on this ship was going to try treason next?

She pulls herself out of bed and stretches, grabbing the datapad and checking the time. Just enough time to hit the sonic before heading to the mess. It wasn’t like anything would get solved or figured out by lying in a bunk. She makes sure to guard her back as she grabs a clean uniform from her bag and stuffs her blaster into her belt and tucking a blade into one of her hiding spots. The holdout blaster went into the armful of clothing. She wasn’t supposed to have the second blaster or the blade. They were supposed to be in the armory with her other weapons. But she was not leaving herself that vulnerable. She wouldn’t be caught unaware next time.

She’s careful to stay aware of everyone around her as she makes her way to the fresher and grabs one of the few free sonics. It’s a relief to step into the jets, laying her blade on the shelf where soaps would go if they were on a planet and water showers were allowed. As it was just the sonic was enough to push off most of the dust and leave her feeling a bit better. It wasn’t perfect. She would love a long, hot shower right now, but it would have to do.

Mostly clean, she redresses, taking care to tuck the blade and holdout blaster were out of sight and easy to access. The weight at her belt and the cool durasteel blade tucked by her back is comforting and helps her breath easier as she makes her way out of the fresher, drops her things at her bunk and heads to the mess.

The room is too big and too loud and too full. She hates it as soon as she approaches. A deep breath, forcibly steadying her hands and she walks in with her head high. She’s a lieutenant now. She doesn’t have an option to show any sign of what had happened. She was handling it fine after all. She glances over her shoulder ever few seconds as she makes her way through the line and collects her rations and heads back to the seating area. Lucky for her, she spots Jorgan already sitting at a table towards the back. She makes her way down and clicks her tray down on the same side as Jorgan, with her back to the wall while Jorgan was closer to the aisle. “Get some rest?”

Jorgan grunts in response, scowling down at his tray and the bland excuse for food. “Some. Bet those passenger ships we saw taking off had nerfburgers and ronto roasts.” Nyaisa shrugs and turns to her own food. “You’re in the military. We don’t get those fancy civilian meals during transport.” She pokes at the food before forcing herself to eat. She can’t lose her strength or the next attack would be her last. After a few minutes of them both eating, she hears Jorgan talk. “There’s a bunch of Jedi on board. At least four that I’ve seen, heard there’s more.”

Nyaisa glances over before returning her eyes to the room. “That’s interesting, there must be something going on for them. Know who they are?”

“No. Rumor is that they’re guarding some other Jedi who’s being kept out of sight.”

Nyaisa hums. “Interesting behavior for a Jedi. Might have to go check them out. See who’s there.”

“Know a Jedi or Something?”

“My older brother Tyrenic is in training to be a Jedi. Last time I heard from him he was heading off somewhere to take a test to become a full Jedi.”

‘Brother’s a Jedi. Of course your brother is a Jedi.” She barely hears Jorgan mutter under his breath. There’s not the same hostility she expected to hear. Though it’s so close to being out of her hearing that she can’t be sure. She’d sure be a lot angry at herself if she were in Jorgan’s shoes. The fact that they can have conversations is good, at least for now while they’re stuck together.

She continues to poke at her food, nearly finishing when she hears the room go quiet. Two Jedi enter the mess, their robes standing out among the uniforms and armor around them. The lightsabers at their belts draw as much attention to them as the robes as they make their way to the line and after a brief discussion, receive two portions each. As they turn with their food, Nyaisa is able to get a good look at them. The first, a small cathar female, her fur a softer orange then Jorgan’s and a good deal more white and black markings around her face and the other Jedi A tall, Mirialan man.

The Mirialan Jedi looks across the room straight at her and smiles, Nyaisa grins, her smile tempered with relief as she watches Tyrenic tilt his head in invitation as he and the other Jedi walk out of the room. Nyaisa stands and grabs her tray, she clamps Jorgan on the shoulder as she passes. “See you later.” She disposes of the tray and hurries out, ignoring, as much as she safely can, Jorgan’s intense stare as she walks away.

Hurrying into the hall, she manages to catch up to the two Jedi. Tyrenic nods as she falls into step. “Nyaisa, it’s good to see you’re still alive.” His eyes cut over her quickly as he can while walking. “You’ve been hurt?”

She nods. “Almost died. Whole thing’s classified and what isn’t is just weird or sad.”

Tyrenic nods at that. “Ah, introductions. Nyaisa, this is Jedi Knight Annilai Jhasis, Annilai, this is my sister Sergeant Nyaisa Shabre.”

“Lieutenant.”

“Got a promotion then that you haven’t told me about?”

Nyaisa chuckles for the first time since everything at the amusement in his voice. “Yes, it’s part of that story. She leans past him slightly. “Good to meet you Master Jedi. A question if you don’t mind.”

She might be more casual around her brother then others might be around Jedi, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t still more than a little scared of them and as polite as any other soldier.

Annalai nods “Of course, though I may not know the answer.”

“Any relation to Ikhirr Jhasis?”

The jedi hums in thought. “Perhaps. My parents are, as far as I know, still alive. It’s likely that they had other children after I went to the temple, however I have chosen not to seek them out and focus on the Order instead, so I truly don’t know.”

“Oh, well just thought I’d ask, he’s an old academy friend.” Nyaisa looks over at Tyrenic. “So how’d that test or whatever you had to do go?”

“My trials? Well, circumstances meant that I never actually got to complete the formal trials, but the council deemed the situation suitable for substitution and knighted me anyways”

“Congratulations. That’s a big achievement. I assume that means you are here on a Jedi mission.”

Tyrenic nods. “We both are. Myself and Annilai have been summoned to Coruscant by masters there and are assisting in the escort of two Jedi who are traveling in seclusion. What about you?”

“Seclusion?” She hadn’t heard of Jedi traveling like that before. She’s able to move on, reminding herself that her brother was a Jedi first and would keep their secrets. “Transport to Coruscant for new orders following my promotion.”

Tyrenic nods. “Yes, it’s not common, but it happens from time to time. If there’s time while we’re both on Coruscant, we should meet up and talk. I’d love to do so now, but I have my duties.”

Nyaisa nods at that. “I understand that. I’ll message you once I know what I’m doing while on Coruscant and we’ll see what can be arranged. It’s good to see you again.”

“You as well Nyaisa. It’s good to know you’re still around,”

She smiles and lifts a hand in farewell as she walks away from the Jedi and back towards their bunk. As Tyrenic disappears from sight, she feels that creeping sense that someone is watching her return, glancing around, she confirms that those who are around are all involved in their own business. But it’s still enough to have her walking faster and keeping her hand a bit closer to her blaster.

The rest of the trip passed slowly, there wasn’t much for her to do so she gave herself a routine. A cycle of meals, training and sitting on her bunk when she got tired of watching her back all the time.

It was halfway through the first full day when she gets tired of being afraid. There’s only one way to find out if Jorgan is going to stab her in the back too. And that’s to make him reveal himself and that would only happen with time and until then, she needed to at least act like nothing was wrong and that meant being the squad CO. If he isn’t and she can’t be a good leader, then they could end up dead anyways. So she schedules training sessions daily with Jorgan. It’s tough, the chemistry between them when they spar, like finding the perfect dance partner is still there. But the banter of before isn’t, and she can’t bring herself to relax enough around him to fall into the same ease that they’d had on Ord Mantell. There’s still some tension between them. What with the circumstances and rank changes and the fact that she doesn’t know if she can trust him not to betray her and he doesn’t yet know if he can trust her to lead. He’s still respectful and follows her lead, but she doesn’t put too much pressure on them, letting them mostly do their own thing when they’re on their own.

It does bring her some relief though, testing her muscles and helping her build up her strength again after her injuries and helps her to sleep a little easier at night. By the time their three day journey to Coruscant was over, she was feeling much stronger and physically, almost back to her old self. She still sat with her back to the wall in the mess and carried a blade into the sonic. She still wondered every night who knew that Tavus would defect and who let it happen and what had broken so much in that squad that they would betray a squad member. She couldn’t comprehend doing so herself, unless they turned traitor. Her questions were interrupting her sleep. She busied herself studying everything she could about the previous members of Havoc. Her rank and command gave her a higher security level and she was able to get a lot more information about them then she would have before, but not enough. She would need to ask General Garza for the full records when she got to Coruscant. The information would help her know how to approach things. She also spent some time skimming Jorgan’s record. Not so much for details, just to get a better idea of what his skillset was. She missed the days on Mirial where by the time she knew about someone, she already had a neat little list of what they could and couldn’t do. The slower days even gave her enough time to send a few messages to friends and to Nordan. Her partner of the last two years, it would be good to see him if she could.

Judging by the glow above her, Jorgan spent time doing his own research. He’d shown her a few prototype blaster models he’d been reading about one morning and that had led to a lively discussion of weapon preferences.

The arrival at Coruscant was announced a few minutes before they dropped out of hyperspace. As soon as the announcement was made, the ship fell into a flurry of activity. Those assigned to the ship rushed about completing their jobs for arrival and everyone else making sure they were ready to disembark. It wasn’t like either Nyaisa or Jorgan had much to gather up, so she took her time cleaning up after afternoon training and met Jorgan at the entrance to the training area. Together they walked back to their bunk and started gathering their things. There wasn’t a lot of talk between them. This was it. Once they touched down, they’d head straight to spec ops headquarters and start tracking down the traitors. They both were focused and mentally preparing for whatever they were going to face.

Once they had their things, they joined the other soldiers in line to disembark, early enough to be up at the front of the line. It took a good two hours to get close to the planet and get permission to dock. Eventually though, the doors opened and the ramp lowered, revealing a medical team waiting. She hadn’t heard of anyone hurt on the ship, but she and everyone else was being held back. Just as she started to wonder what was going on, she saw four Jedi carrying a stretcher towards the ramp. Tyrenic and Annilai were at the front. At the rear was a rather pretty togruta woman and a very large Mirialan man with a red tint to his skin, and spurs above his eyes and on his cheeks. On the stretcher was an older human woman. Her robes and the Jedi around her suggested this was one of the Jedi masters. Tyrenic and the other three carried the stretcher off the ship where the medical team took over, rushing her away as the Jedi formed what appeared to be a protective barrier around them.

As the Jedi rushed off, the rest were allowed off. “What was that all about?” She mutters under her breath. She sees the side-eye from Jorgan. “What? My brother doesn’t tell me everything!” She shifts her bag and picks up her pace, stomping ahead into the spaceport and over to the stations where they checked in. The machines had a large window nearby looking out over the city. It looked better than it had last time she was here. They both take a moment to stare at the cityscape.

“Wow, spend enough time on a backwater like Ord Mantell, you almost forget what a civilized planet’s supposed to look like. I did my officer training here. Back before I was deployed to Ord Mantell.”

Nyaisa glances over at him and hums slightly in acknowledgment listening as he continues.

“There was still a fair bit of reconstruction going on then. Rebuilding things the imperials destroyed. I still can’t believe the empire managed to sack Coruscant back in the war. The Capital of the entire Republic and they raided it like some outerrim mudball.”

“You’d think our capital would be better defended.”

Jorgan nods in agreement. “The Republic committed it’s forces to engaging the empire on outlying worlds. Defending Coruscant was an afterthought. Anyways, we should get moving- don’t want to keep anyone important waiting.”

She nods. “There’s probably going to be a bunch more people demanding answers we don’t have. That will be a fun mess to try and navigate.” She hrrmphs and turns. “Alright let’s go report Jorgan.”

He nods and falls in when she walks away from the window and all the memories attached to the disaster that was the war. There was a lot they had to do and there wasn’t any more time to delay.

#swtor #fanfics #aric jorgan #nyaisa shabre #my writing #nyaisa #tyrenic shabre

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0nlyy · 25 days

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HEEYY! Day 4 in our travel to France🇫🇷, we have gone to two villages🏘️: Mirepoix and Camon. They are in the Pays-Cathare🗺️ and They are one of the most beautiful towns in 🇫🇷.

The 1st row of photos📷 are Mirepoix and the rest are Camon. 2morrow I'm leaving 🇫🇷 and I come back to my country😭😭

#artists on tumblr #sunset #fyp #fypage #fypシ #photographers on tumblr #tumblr #tumblr fyp #scrapbook #sea

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voidendron · 7 months

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mind your step before you fall, fall, fall

Whumptober 2023 Day 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.” Animal Trap | Captivity | "No one will find you." Star Wars: The Old Republic | V'ehsz Legacy Next Gen Warnings: Major Character Injury Characters: Luci Sept (Bounty Hunter, she/any, Cathar/Sith Pureblood)

Sure, the Mando clan camped out nearby had warned her with no small level of disgust of the traps littering the forest beyond (cowardly, they called them; a true hunter goes after their prey directly, after all). Most of them were old, ones that previous residents had forgotten about when they picked up camp and left for new hunting grounds. Most of the ones she stumbled across didn’t even work, joints rusted and teeth worn away by time to make them useless.

So she let her guard down.

The first one she triggered had her yelping as she twisted away from it, barely pulling her tail out of the way before it could be chomped down on in the jaw-like trap. She felt her face flush as she noticed how it had fluffed up as it curled around her legs; a few calming breaths had the fur laying flat again, fortunately.

Cursing to herself, Luci shook her head, checked and re-checked that her rifle was ready, and continued on.

Her boots carefully stepped around dead leaves to avoid their crunching, her eyes watching the path ahead.

Her target was a murderer; he’d slipped up, made his presence known, and finally gotten himself linked to a number of kills over the last year. He was Mikkian, which Luci didn’t know as much about as she’d have liked given she’d decided to try fulfilling the contract. Still, he was just a person, and if she could get the drop on him one well-placed shot from her rifle should be enough. She’d dealt with far worse targets.

He’d fled into the forest when another bounty hunter screwed up and spooked him; Luci had been the only one to remain on the trail thanks to her sensitive ears (and also in no small part thanks to her mild Force-sensitivity) that the other hunters had all lacked.

The too-tall trees blocked out the fading light of day, but she didn’t pay it any mind.

The second she triggered had her swearing as she lunged away from the cord that would have suspended her by the foot, far up in the tree it was attached to, had it connected. The branch it was connected from proceeded to snap; the tree turned out to be dead, and that little bit of force was all it took for the branch that had likely been looking for an excuse for years to finally fall off.

Idiots, she thought. Who would leave traps like these out for just anyone to stumble into, or for an animal to get caught and rot when it was never retrieved. What a waste.

Third… Well, that turned out to be her last strike, it would seem.

All she could do was gasp as the ground collapsed from under her in a flurry of leaves to send her down—down—down.

When she hit the ground at the bottom of the pit, she could only groan and wince at the sharp pain in her shoulder and thigh and the ringing of her ears as her head smacked against the ground.

A spike pit, her mind offered dazedly, meant for large predators.

...And she’d just gotten herself impaled falling into it.

She lifted one arm—the one she didn’t feel a metal spike driving through the shoulder of—and felt blindly for her leg (caught the edge of one, would need stitches, but not trapped), then her shoulder (definitely wouldn’t be getting up without any help, barely missed her collarbone, keeping her pinned in place, hurts). From the corner of her eye she could see another spike just to the right of her head; she’d only just missed taking it through the skull.

Luci swallowed, whined low in her throat, and fumbled for her holo.

Dad and Papa—they could help her. They…they were still in the system, right? They had been when she’d last spoken to them two days ago.

She could only hope that they were.

#whumptober2023 #no.11 #swtor #bounty hunter #cathar #sith pureblood #cathar/sith pureblood #tales from the void #voids ocs #oc: luci sept #major character injury

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warsofasoiaf · 1 year

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Looking at European peasant rebellions, there are some cases of peasants forcing knights and minor nobles to lead them. I don't understand how that could work; whats to stop the so called leader from just running away, or even purposely sending the peasants into a meat grinder?

There's a lot of ways that could happen depending on the circumstances. A lot of these nobles despised the feudal overlords that were above them, particularly for nobles in service to large kings at the fringes of their kingdoms. Peasants might have threatened to not pay or burn their taxes if they didn't rise up in revolt. They could threaten to besiege their keeps (particularly useful if the keep was small or if they had family there) or run them out of town (for hedge knights and other landless warriors). And usually, there were other members of the senior command who knew enough about military strategy that they'd see a bad one - from watch commanders and guards to actual loyalist nobles.

However, usually there was also a system of carrots to supplement the stick. Plenty of these minor nobles would be independent rulers of their new land. As leaders, they'd be entitled to a share of the enemy's war chest. Also, an appeal to community might help smooth things over. Religiously-motivated revolts such as with the Cathars or Lollards had spiritual rewards and a sense of community for supporting their fellow co-religionists, and national/ethnic revolts had similar appeals, such as the Flemish rebelling against France during the Franco-Flemish War.

I could probably be more specific if you had a specific campaign in mind.

Thanks for the question, Alt.

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hybrid-the-folf · 6 months

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Prank Wars

TW: Cursing, mentions of death, panic attacks

Azar didn’t remember how this battle started off, but he did know that he would get Rook to pay for her transgressions. Ever since they had gotten used to being gulped by Toby, it had become a game to offer the other person up as a ‘sacrifice’. He had tied down Rook multiple times for the beast, at one point even creating an audio lure for him, while Rook had trapped him in many freezers or had let Toby know if he was chilling in any glasses of booze. Currently he was tied down on the floor with enchanted rope that he just couldn’t cut or burn through.

It seemed like no matter how hard he struggled he could not break himself out. He had tried begging Tabrix and Taggon to free him when the two cathar had passed by, but other than setting him in a less crushable place, had done nothing. Tabrix had even given him a fucking wink, showing that he knew full well the position and fate he was leaving him in. Azar had cursed after them, trying vainly to get out. He made a mental note to get them back later as well. The only thing he had to avoid was any pranks Tabrix had up his sleeve. Taggon wasn’t as into the pranks as his twin was, making him a much less threatening foe, but he would pay as much as his brother would should any pranks come his way.

As he heard the familiar thumps of that bitchs footsteps, he thrashed around in a frenzy. Today was not going to be the day for that fucker, not if he had anything to say about it. Then again that was his mentality each time, and rarely did he succeed. While Tobias kept saying that he had let him go because of a joke or he just wasn’t feeling it that day, Azar thought his skills were better than those truths. Not being able to cut through it in any other kind of way, Azar decided to bite down and chew on the rope before that damned titan got any closer.

The sight that befell Tobias as he entered the room was Azar, up on a table, tied with rope, trying to grind his teeth through it. “Huh, what happened to you? I wouldn’t do that by the way, it’s bad for your teeth.”

“Fuck you, I am getting out of these ropes no matter what! And you already know what happened to me!” Azar said through the rope.

“No, I really don’t. All I see is a tasty little snack that’s been left out for me,” the fucken cat said with a smirk, teleporting both of them into a bedroom.

“The fuck did you say?!” Azar shouted, thrashing against the binds. “I am not a fucking snack gods damn it!”

“Then why do you taste so good? Or a better question, why are you tied like an offering then?”

“I didn’t have a choice in either category. Rook was the one who did this. You should go after her, not me,” Azar said, unconvincingly.

“Nah, I don’t feel like it.”

“Why?!”

“She’s so far away and you're right here.”

“So the reason no is because you're lazy?”

“Maybe,” Tobias said, picking up the helplessly bound morsel.

“NO! Put me the hell down right now!”

“Why should I?” Tobias asked, dangling the small man over his head.

“Because I am not food!”

“You smell like food,” the fucker said after a playful sniff. “You taste like it,” he said after a long, drawn out lick. “And with those wings of yours you are at least bird-like and I am a cat, so are you really sure you're not.”

“Yea-Ye-Yes,” Azar sputtered.

“That doesn’t sound very convincing,” Tobias said, dropping him in the awaiting maw. Azar landed face first on the giant muscular tongue with a splat, getting a nice bit of drool soaking his hair and face. With a grunt, he tried to get himself off of the stupid thing, but the rope made it damn near impossible. A bit of magic and Tobias dulled his fangs a bit, not needing to puncture his poor captive, and started to gently gnaw on the body. Being as in tune with what was going on in his mouth as he was, he easily felt the feeble attempts to kick at his tongue.

He responded to this by moving him to the inside of his cheek, licking him mercilessly before rolling him back onto his teeth and continuing to gnaw. “Really?!” Azar shouted. A dip of the head downwards and a throwing of it backwards was all the answer Azar got.

He let out a yelp, not expecting the motion, but landed perfectly fine on the sponge-like appendage. Pinning Azar to the hard palate of his maw, Tobias slowly drew his tongue over the little one repeatedly. The steak-like flavor soaked into his taste buds, eliciting a purr of pleasure in response. This, combined with the fun torment he was inflicting, was his part of the fun in this endeavor, the rest being solely for his smaller companions. He gently squished his prey to the roof of the mouth as he swallowed the excess saliva.

Meanwhile, Azar did everything he could to escape, knowing it was useless, but enjoying it all the same. Growing bored of the useless fight, Azar went limp, accepting whatever ‘hell’ his titan threw at him. After a bit more tasting, he felt the appendage slip him into place easily, and relaxed as the place he was in tilted back. When the head was all the way back, the muscles near his legs tugged at him to go into that fleshy tube. All the way up to his torso was sucked in, and with another wet ‘glk’ the rest came with.

Listening to the sounds all around him, he found comfort in the heartbeat and breathing of the beast. So long as those functions continued, the being of chaos would be kept alive. It also meant that Azar would have protection against any and all threats that dared to face him. Sure it might get a bit annoying with the pranks, but it was worth it in the end. As he landed in the pool of saliva at the bottom of the chamber, he heard the titans' voices from all around him. The first few times of hearing it like this had been unnerving, but he had learned to find peace in it. After all, the humanoid cat was basically now his mech.

“You get comfortable in there, I have a few things I need to get done today.”

“What, so I’m just stuck here now?”

“Yep.”

“Screw you.”

“I love you too.”

It took until late into the night for Azar to get released. He didn't know what the big guy was up to all day, but he did know that he wanted out of that storage stomach all day…most of the day…only the very end bit. The ride up was always worse than the ride down, the throat muscles having to work harder and against gravity rather than with it. At the very least there was always a warning before the ride.

The chamber collapsed in on itself, forcing the tiny form within to rise higher and higher. As soon as the process started, it was a quick but crushing trip back to the mouth, in which Azar couldn't help but pant a little. He didn't have long for this as soon he was tipped out onto an awaiting palm, the tongue carefully covering the sharp fangs. Looking up at the looming colossus, he squirmed around in the hand, trying to cover it as much as he could in saliva. "You keep that up and I won't free you from those ropes," Tobias said with a devious grin.

"Fine," Azar huffed, going limp. A flinch couldn't be helped as a dangerously sharp claw, about as long as his ankle to his knee, lifted up the bindings and sliced clean through them. "Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you," Tobias soothed, running a digit along the little one's back.

"I'm fine. You don't need to worry about me as much as you do," Azar snipped.

"I felt you flinch."

"I can handle myself."

"If you say so, tiny," Tobias said, his usual playfulness back. "Besides, if there's an issue Tabrix will always help you though it."

"Yeah, I always wondered where you got that therapeutic side to ya. Just didn't expect it to be you'd own kid."

"Yeah, I'm proud of him. Anyway, you should get going back to your own people." With that, and a few goodbyes said between the two, Azar opened a portal to his own, smaller cathar. His rule was an odd one. A multitude of kingdoms all bowed to him as emperor over him, all being made up of different species. Whereas Tobias only had to worry about his own species, he had to worry about a number of them. Shaking his head, he looked up to see the house of his son.

There were a few people like him, powerful beings of a number of species called Altars, and those more common species with lesser magic were called Demons. While Altars appeared in the world seemingly at random, Azar was a special type, one that was made of a multitude of magic. Thus, while he was human, his son, another created altar, was a pure black cathar. The only thing that separated him from his people were the venom glands in his mouth and his tolerance to extreme heat. Still, even being from different species Azar loved him to bits.

As Star opened the door, Azar looked at him with the usual pride in his eyes. After a few drinks, Star retreated to his room, leaving his father out on the couch to think over his revenge for that damned griffon. It took awhile for everything to come into fruition as someone or another was busy with work. It was later into the evening after a few weeks when he and Rook were in Toby’s castle. Since the place was rigged to detect magic, Azar knew that was one thing he couldn’t use, at least against the cat. He’d also be going up against someone who had been in more battles than he could imagine, so something obvious was also out of the question.

The best plan was to do something directed at Rook that made it clear the intention. He decided on a can of cool whip, crafting it from his own magic. Since Rook's flavor was on the sweeter side, the topping would pair wonderfully. Using his magic to amplify his hearing, he heard the signal to get ready, Toby’s breathing pattern. This was far more recognisable than his footsteps, as for some reason when the realms collided, it decided not to give the titans booming steps. Unless one wanted that and used magic to do it, it simply wouldn’t happen.

As the breathing got closer, he summoned the cool whip, slammed his body on the button, and ran. “What was that for?!” Rook sputtered as she gave chase. When the looming figure of Tobias entered the room, Rook let out a playful groan. “Really Azar?”

“That's for being tied down last time!”

“I didn’t expect to have a game of cat and mouse tonight,” Tobias said, mostly to himself. He let out a small laugh at the sight of the whipped cream. He already knew what they wanted, but this was just too good. The two little ones didn’t respond, only trying to run to the door opposite the one Toby came out of. “Do you honestly expect to win against the God of the Cathar?”

“Just because you have God-like powers and created the cathar does not mean that we won’t win. Not even the fact that you control this entire castle will stop me. Besides, I brought you an offering!” Azar said, letting Rook catch up before picking her up and tossing her at the approaching titan.

“What the fuck!” Rook cried out as she flew through the air before being caught in a furred hand. “I'm not getting out of this one am I?”

“Thanks for the snack,” Toby called out, eyeing his prize greedily. “No Rook, you are not.” Tobias raised his hand above his head, letting his tongue extend to cover his bottom fangs, essentially creating a slide of sorts.

“Is big,” Rook said, eyeing the back of his throat with nervous excitement. She wasn’t as worried about the fangs at this point, or the merciless tongue, but it was still a strange feeling to be completely trapped from the outside world by someone so powerful, especially if the place in question was one that would usually cause harm. The closest feeling she could describe it to was being in a holy temple or ground. You felt weak, like you weren’t supposed to ever enter the area, but you also felt humbled. In this case, it was being offered a location within the temple of a person for a little while, their deepest core. The place where you could be hurt the worst, and where you could do the same, and yet no harm came to either.

“Is inviting. It growls for you,” Toby said, patting his middle and causing his own stomach to growl as he did.

“What the hell,” Rook yelped, not expecting it. Toby just laughed as he brought his tongue back out. As Rook felt the hand tip, she braced herself as she was downed like a shot. Concern for the big guy flashed through her mind as he had not slicked her down for the trip. That typically caused pain in the throat, but she was quick to remind herself of his magic. Running a finger along his throat, he felt the descent of the small griffon.

As she landed in his storage stomach he patted a hand over it, then raised his head in search for his second snack. Sure he was only supposed to have Rook, as per the rules of the game, but two were much more enjoyable. Scanning the floor, he spotted Azar near the door. He kept an eye on the miniature human (discounting the wings) as Azar crawled under the door. With a quick snap of the fingers and an opening of the mouth, he teleported the tiny body to be flying out of the door, in the air this time instead of on the ground. Azar had thought he was clear of the giant kitty as he cleared the door, but as soon as he felt himself go airborne a yelp sounded from his mouth. This fear was made worse as he saw the razor sharp teeth under him. Instinct took over as fear overpowered his thoughts. Thankful to fuck that he landed on the toungue, he quickly scrambled back toward the opening.

In his past, he had been a titan hunter. His job was to kill titans for money. This was a part of his past that he never liked thinking about, guilted nightmares still haunting his mind. But the instincts he had built up during those jobs had saved his life more than once. So as those memories came rushing to the surface, all he could see was the death and acid that laid at the back of the throat, or the mangeling that he’d get if the titan’s mouth he was in decided to start chewing.

No longer was he safe, there lied danger. Feeling the miniscule shivering and hearing the panted breaths, Toby spit the man out, cursing out an apology as he ran a finger over the little back repeatedly. Azar didn’t respond to the first few attempts at his attention, only staring at those jaws in terror. It was only when his head was forced to look up into Tobias’ eyes that he started responding. “Fuck! Just answer me god’s damn it! What’s going on?!”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it! And that wasn't even the answer to my question!” Tobias had to fight the instinctual response to curl his fingers into a fist.

“Fine. I wasn’t expecting to go flying through the air like that. When I saw your fangs under me I panicked. I know you won’t hurt me, but you're still a titan. One wrong move and I’m dead. I’ve seen too many deaths like that just because of a single action.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you like that,” Tobias said, looking away.

“You're fine,” Azar replied, slapping one of the calloused areas of the pawed hand.

“No, it’s really not.”

“Are we going to do this or not?”

“Are you sure you're ok enough to get swallowed by me?"

“Yes, I am.”

“Then prove it,” Tobias said as he put his hand against his open mouth. The tongue was rolled out before Azar like a red carpet. Silently he cursed the stupid cat for making him be the one to take the first action this time. Taking a deep breath, he crawled onto the muscle, pools of drool appearing in each place he put his weight. As soon as he was completely in, the tongue was pulled inside as well.

Small, careful licks covered his body, Tobias was still clearly worried about him. Rolling his eyes, Azar pushed against the muscle, trying to pin it under him. “Is that really all you’ve got?”

This got a reaction out of the cat as the muscle went fully into action. Though this pleased Azar, he kept trying to pin it under him. After throwing his full weight onto it multiple times, and getting viciously licked in response, Azar started getting pushed towards the back of the throat. Knowing what was going to happen next, he let his legs get swallowed down, but grabbed on tightly to the back of the tongue. No matter how much Tobias tried to swallow, he could not get his little friend down. “So that’s how you want to play this game?” he asked rhetorically before shaking his head around like a mad man.

“I’ve seen that trick before!” Azar shouted.

“How about this one?” Tobias’ tongue suddenly grew outward, retractable papillae coming out of their sheaths.

“I thought you guys didn’t have any tongue barbs!” Azar yelped. For the moment Tobias did not respond, only using the prehensile tongue to grab onto the obstruction at the back of his throat. Gulping he brought both the tongue and the little man down his throat. When he thought that he had brought them down far enough, he withdrew his tongue, leaving Azar alone. He splashed down into the small puddle of spit, accidentally landing on Rook in the process.

“I must have misspoke before. We do have them, but they are sheathed in case we ever need to groom ourselves.”

“Huh,” Azar said, readjusting his position so that Rook was lying on top of him.

“I will get you back for this,” Rook said sleepily. Azar only shook his head, knowing that when she did get him, the prank war would only continue. He was glad to play along, but he still had to give both parties a hard time when he could. As he listened to the sounds of Tobias heart, lungs, and digestive tract, as well as the slight swaying at each step the titan took, he felt himself lulled to sleep. He laughed to himself as he remembered just how much trust he had given his friend, not ashamed in any bit for it. He just couldn’t wrap his mind around why he had been given a second chance after all he had done, but those were problems to be talked out with Tabrix at a later date, not now. Now was time for rest, and with a yawn, he did just that.

#g/t #safe vore #soft vore #g/t scenario #The-Broken-King

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les-cris-des-fendues · 6 months

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Mon Magnifique petit pays à moi depuis la citadelle du vertige QUERIBUS sur FENOLHEDA. Mon pèlerinage Cathare...

#Queribus

#fenolheda

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viajero2000 · 1 year

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País Cátaro, Puivert y Saint Hilaire

Castillo de Puivert

Monasterio de San Hilaire

#Pays Cathare #Castillo #Puivert #Monasterio San Hilaire

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megashadowdragon · 3 months

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New Amazon Show “Venerates Satan & Demons,” Crew Debates Religion & Fiction

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They made Lilith the first Feminist....and Lucifer was just a creative liberal art student that his conservative family didn't like

Hazbin Hotel is to the Christian faith as Disney's Hercules is to the actual Greek mythology they absolutely have nothing in common.

My main gripe with the show is that when Charlie interacted with Adam, he talked just as degenerately as the people in hell, every other word out of his mouth was the F word. It would make so much more sense if they behaved in an over-the-top moral way to the point that it's even annoying. The way they did it makes no sense.

Blasphemy isn’t supposed to make sense. This is the diabolical intent of the show. “Being primarily a sin of the tongue, it will be seen to be opposed directly to the religious act of praising God. (2) It is said to be against God, though this may be only mediately, as when the contumelious word is spoken of the saints or of sacred things, because of the relationship they sustain to God and His service…” See everyone, no difference between heaven and hell, do as thou wilt. See, it’s funny too. Nevermind that when you watch media your brainwaves enter a sleep like state and you are easily programmed….There is a reason they call it programming.Show less

They got a lot of shit for Alastor's playing card having voodoo symbols, because they didn't get "permission" to use voodoo symbols. I wasn't aware there was an authority on voodoo that had to give permission for it to be used in art works or that it was supposed to be exclusive to any race.

A five minute search could teach you more than Tim does about the subject in this video. This inversion of the Christianity is nothing novel or new, it has been done by Luciferarians who portray Lucifer as the enlightened bearer of light. Variations of this theme are found in the occult and in the fables of the Freemasons. Before that it can be found among the Cathars and Gnostics who portray the God of the Old Testament as evil.

How could lillith be “strong and independent “ and then decide to flee if she didn’t initially have free will

It’s funny that they present Adam as some sort of tyrant, when he was a pretty weak willed man in the actual Bible. He just sort of did his thing, then Eve came over & was like, “that over there told me to eat this thing we were told not to eat, you should have some to.” & he was like, “well…you’re my wife & I want to be with you, so I guess…”

I agree with what Libby had said. The glorification of evil is not something we should let be pushed into society. Yes I get you say that it also kind pokes fun at woke people by them being the ones in hell, but if some kids sees it and doesn't get those points except what the main stuff thats being said. I know people will say "well kids see worse" or "this isn't for kids away". When I was growing up I saw South Park, the Simpsons, Family Guy, AquaTeam Hunger Force, Moral Oral, Robot Chicken, and other crude shows. I used to say alot of things that even some stuff I didn't fully even understand, but I would say it cause I felt like the edgy thing to do.Show less

The initial pilot was pretty funny. Very adult orientated though. Then, during the 'Summer of Love' the producers and cast literally held a YT livestream where they raised funds to pay the legal fees of rioters.

That's very disappointing to hear. I love the show because Episode 4 is basically anti-pron propaganda. I want to support that, but I don't want to support destroying this country.

Let's just say there's a reason Hollywood and the media will openly mock Christians and Christianity but not Islam and Muslims. Now think of the difference between the two in how each group handles said critique and insult of their religion.

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this show is 500% NOT FOR KIDS when will boomers learn that animation =/= childrens content you'd think the past two decades of shows like southpark, rick and morty, and "happy tree friends" would have proven this much to them

Lilith is... part of biblical apocrapha. Technically non-canon but she pops up frequently as well. Sort of like how hell being divided into nine circles is also, technically, non-canon but frequently shows up in depictions of it.

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Juhani

Knights of the Old Republic made history on release in 2003 by being the first piece of Star Wars media to have a canonically queer character. This character, named Juhani, is one of the party members that you gain later in the storyline; Juhani is a complicated, interesting, well-rounded character whose story does not rely on her sexuality. Juhani is one of the three romanceable characters in the game and can only be romanced by the female player character. In addition to this, Juhani can only be romanced if you’re playing a light side play through, due to her re-connection to the light side of the force.

You meet Juhani while on the planet Dantooine as your final test during your Jedi training when the Jedi council ask you to clear the taint out of the meditation grove. When you arrive you discover that the darkness is just Juhani, a former Jedi who has recently fallen to the dark side after attacking her beloved master.

From here the player has to decide whether they are going to kill Juhani or simply disarm her and try to convince her to come back to the good side. If you choose to kill Juhani this means that you cannot keep her as a party member later on in the game; choosing to kill Juhani also means that another part of the story is unlocked. In this case when you return to the Jedi stronghold you are met by one of Juhani’s friends, a young Jedi woman named Belaya, who is devastated when she learns of Juhani’s death and ends up leaving the Jedi to become a Sith in the academy on Korriban. It is heavily implied that Belaya had a crush on Juhani and that is why she is so upset by her friend’s death.

If you do not kill Juhani and you successfully convince her to come back to the light side, Juhani joins your party and follows through the storyline with you. Through various conversations along with the storyline, you learn more and more about her history and how she came to join the Jedi. You find out that she came from Taris, and that she was inspired to become a Jedi after meeting one but that she and the other non-humans on Taris were oppressed by the humans. Juhani speaks to you about her anger at you due to you being the cause of Taris’ destruction and how, although life there was difficult, she is devastated at the loss of the place where all of her childhood took place. Juhani details how she struggled with the racism and poverty she lived through prior to joining the Jedi and how the female PC reminds her of the Jedi who encouraged her to join the Jedi. As you unlock more dialogue Juhani goes deeper into her background and how she ended up on Taris; she talks about how the Mandalorians destroyed the Cathar home planet due to the Cathar being renowned as strong warriors and that her parents managed to flee to Taris as refugees. Her parents coped with the stresses in different ways; Juhani’s father became addicted to drugs and was eventually killed in a fight, while her mother worked endlessly before having to resort to borrowing money from a gang of smugglers called the Exchange as well. Juhani’s mother sacrificed everything for Juhani and worked until she collapsed and eventually died. Unfortunately, Juhani’s mother had never been able to pay off the debt she owed to the Exchange and so, Juhani was enslaved as a form of payback. Juhani was eventually freed from slavery by the Jedi, and she finally reveals that the Jedi who freed her and encouraged her to join the Jedi was actually Revan.

Once you have unlocked all of the dialogue with Juhani, a personal quest of hers can be triggered wherein at one of the spaceports on Tatooine, Kashyyyk, Manaan or Korriban, a Twi’lek named Xor will try to buy Juhani from you. Juhani reacts angrily, while Xor reveals that he has an affinity for Cathar after having been part of the Mandalorian invading force many years ago. Xor also states that he tried to buy a Cathar on Taris, but that he was stopped by the Jedi; Juhani reveals that this Cathar was her. Xor leaves but is encountered at the next spaceport with two of his men, the three of them then attempt to abduct Juhani however they are unsuccessful. Juhani and the PC kill Xor’s men and get Xor down to critical health; you then decide whether you want to encourage Juhani to kill Xor out of anger and move towards the dark side of the force again, or if you want to leave him to die on his own and remain on the light side of the force.

Once you have been ambushed on the Leviathan, and it is revealed that the PC was Revan, you are able to talk to Juhani about this. She is shocked that you were the Jedi who once saved her, but she also expresses how she always believed that Revan could not have always been evil due to her kindness to Juhani in the past.

If you are playing as the female PC, you are able to have one final conversation with her at the summit of the Temple of the Ancients on the Rakatan home world after facing Bastila. During this conversation, Juhani confesses to you and you are able to reciprocate her feelings before Juhani decides that you should save the rest of your conversation around this for after you have defeated Malak.

The way that you interact with Juhani changes massively depending on your choices as her full plotline can only be unlocked by a light-sided female PC who chooses the correct dialogue options. You can choose to kill her at your first meeting, or you can consistently undermine her story by being mean or rude which will alienate her from you, or you can choose to simply friendzone her during her confession – all of these choices will affect the way that you interact with her from that point onwards. Due to how easy it is to choose an incorrect dialogue option that will prevent you from progressing in the romance, this simulates a real-life relationship very well; real-life relationships are nuanced and sometimes difficult to understand and saying the wrong thing will stop a potential romance from blossoming and so in this way Juhani's romance route reflects the real world. However, due to the fact that you are romancing a formerly evil superpowered cat lady, it would be difficult to mistake this for real life, unlike some other dating AIs and simulators.

#kotor #juhani

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