#american cheese commander

[thisisnotthenerd]

and the other half of round two, the sidequests!

feel free to give reasoning/propaganda as you like!

the intrepid heroes poll

quick episode descriptions:

volcano of violence: all of the lotr parallels in one place. leiland being a cringefail after casting circle of death. markus negotiating with an eagle. the combination of grasping web and reverse gravity. balloon elf. sokhbarr raising the lava mog. the concept of galfast hamhead. efink facing her father and husband and beign conflicted

the great chase: caravan chase, mad max style on the teenager's bed. ti wants to blow up the boy. car-go and bean are remarkably effective. boomer is a boarding party. jizz balloons. lots of toy vehicles. car-go transforms with felix inside.

the horizon beyond the squall: marcid attacking a chimney. you wrote a whole song just to be mean to me. cheese, prince bitch. no kings for this captain. nat 20 medicine check to revive myrtle. destroy undead. beating a motherfucker with another motherfucker. bob's inflict wounds. ending with cheese getting a ship and the buccaneer buddies sailing off.

unfinished business: splitting up to resolve the mystery. buckster's legendary nat 20 persuasion to give advantage on stealth. daisy and the vicar sneaking in. sylvester failing at climbing the tower. lars killing the constable and pretending to be a ghost for lucretia. gangie and the vicar undulating. daisy and sylvester simultaneously arriving. shitting out of a window to "provide a cushion". daisy getting her story with sylvester's help. gangie falling into mrs. molesly's room. sylvester almost dying but getting a nat 20 death save with buckster's help. a wedding and bacchanal.

we're the heroes: one of these things is not like the others. collecting the bag of socks. jammer crying about weights. sam and philtrum. dates at the questing beast. the tournament. dream's cinderella moment. where did those mice get lithium. you don't get wet fire. i disavow you. what do you want me to tell your family. he had enough. blast him to the underworld. you can gps a phone. my girl just glinda'd your ass! that's some american magic, bitch! evan and dream lock up tallulah's wand in an orb.

i fucking love you: no one is surprised. incendiary cloud. OSTENTATIA'S DIVINE INTERVENTION ON A 19. god wants a bag from ostentatia. antiope will not submit. penny texts i'm in. nta 20 counterspell on finger of death. nonna wallace approves. katja trips a snake. i didn't even know you could trip a snake. antiope's incredible action surge turn that ends with showing her ass. sam is power word killed. that's my sister. danielle channels anima. revivify. bringing talura through the doorway in death. ending with graduation and 'take us to the book!'.

waylaid by werewolves: the werewolves are girls. zarb mini with six buttholes. chewing gum mist. fifi. shooting through the flamethrower. losing dracula. drago was the star. fifi becomes a werewolf. reading a letter in the middle of battle. florina under the carriage. enraged frenzy. i've heard of a cat scan. i make the horse fly. something seems very familiar about her. the dog is my wife! izzy holds with disappointment. a monster has been eating my letters to you.

duel on the southern lawn: rumor phase. rue writes the letter and commands wuvvy to burn it. i drank tea and went to bed. letter to wrackingspelt. rue's assistant. hob getting clocked by rue. wuvvy demanding satisfaction. andhera demanding satisfaction. wet wrestling. this is the biggest stretch of a fuckin' lifetime. nat 20 to be a slippy boy. hoisting andhera up by his taut cotton pants. accepting the hand of friendship.

yonder where the fruit do be lyin': quichei. deli's perception roll. raphaniel as a youth pastor. giant radish head. colin is covered in blue. extremely realistic fake orange. rick perry, you dog. silence. queen's losing it. raphaniel gets the orange down. banana boat guy. come on provolone! deli attacks queen pamela rocks. subtle spell shatter in the carriage. brennan kills pamela rocks again. you died for nothing. chasing and murdering the mushroom guy.

in the heart of death: brennan walks jujubee through an optimized turn. 49 damage immediately. troyánn slips. keekee starts falling. scorching ray. the devil works hard, but d20 works harder. buddy bear shoves zaria into the pit. lightning javelin in the titty. fireball. princess does like 70 damage and pushed kerwyn into the abyss. troyánn goes down. princess gets keena. nat 20 counterspell. twyla crits on morgan to end the battle.

case closed: the party converges on oblongata station once more. they're facing down the don and madam loathing, who can turn them against each other. imelda and dan flash the gangsters to wildly differing results. ivana rolls a 59 on hunch and he still comes back. elias punches his boss. dan goes down. the fix eats the key. conrad rolls a 57 [the number of heinz varieties] to bring down madam loathing. elias steals a birthday cake and runs out into the street, gets a date and reconciles his childhood trauma as he goes into witness protection.

evolution & revolution: warning the populace. pitching scam calls. driving the truck. phoebe is jaegering dr. wenabocker in a very gross maxi. the ground collapses. revenants are charmed. viola is very efficient. thorn calls lightning. tula attacks her son for 67 damage. ava attacks the groun for 109 damage and a long rest. jaysohn gets phoebe. lila fireballs. viola crits twice and kills one guy with paladin/fighter shenanigans and then kills the rest by kicking the trigger of a gun and hitting a gas tank. tula heals jaysohn, lukas, and herself a little bit. battle is over in 1.33 rounds.

#dimension 20 #battle episode of all time #escape from the bloodkeep #tiny heist #pirates of leviathan #mice & murder #misfits & magic #the seven #coffin run #a court of fey and flowers #the ravening war #dungeons and drag queens #mentopolis #burrow's end #d20 poll #dimension 20 spoilers #d20 spoilers

[drifting-pieces-blog-blog]

Breaking down the comics: Sun in eyes

BONUS COMIC REVIEW: 

Issue 17 mini comic: Marc Spector - The Worship of False Idols

You guys. You guys have no idea. This is it. This is the reason I fell utterly in love with Moon Knight. I'm so excited.

When I found Moon Knight (I'll get to that discovery in a later review) I just had to know who he was. I stayed up all night downloading and reading everything. 

When I got to this piece it must have been 3am and this is what made me obsessed. 

What's hilarious is that this mini comic comes at the end of a really dramatic Marc Spector heavy issue in which he's dark and angsty and violent. 

And then...You get this. This delightful idiot man that's just doing his best. 

Let's get into it! 

I wonder if this image of Marc might be what inspired Doctor Grant from the show. 

We open with Marc holding a machete and making his way through a jungle in South America. 

Narration: Long before there was a Moon Knight, there was Marc Spector. Though he wore but a single name, he operated under many guises... Soldier of fortune, treasure seeker, courier, mercenary, were a few of those guises. 

He was a man whom Moon Knight can now look back on with only slender pride - A strong man, yes, and thoroughly determined, but often a ruthless man, one who braved danger only for money. This is one of his stories." 

Such lovely narration. Painting a picture of a gruff killer for hire out for a buck and not afraid to get dirty for it. 

We see him hacking his way through a jungle and complaining the whole time. 

"Must've hacked my way through thirty miles of this green hell..." 

He had previously met with a drunken archeologist (probably at a bar) who told him about a beautiful ugly idol made of solid gold. 

He finds a clearing and there sits the idol 

He doesn't find this suspicious at all. 

There's going to be a lot of screenshots in this review. 

(flat in the dirt again.) 

The dog apparently belongs to an archeologist nearby. His wife comes out of the tent, remarking that he's probably out drinking again. (Marc's info source). 

She looks around and notices the Idol is missing. She shrugs and goes back to the tent. 

She has a busy day tomorrow if she's to keep looking for a big discovery that she thinks is very near. 

Marc wakes in a dark underground cavern. 

Now we get to watch this poor man try to think this through. 

"But I can't carry any more than I've already got.

Maybe I should substitute-take something else-something better...

No-The archaeologist in the bar said this idol is the choice one--the one that'll command the highest price from collectors and museums--worth far more than its weight in gold.

But if I leave now, I'll never find this place again. Not before those archaeologists do--and by then they'll have armed guards swarming this place... 

Got to decide now-cuz I won't be able to change my mind later..." 

Marc decides to keep the one he already has. 

He follows a draft and finds himself in a bat cave with Guano up to his calves. 

Oh Marc…Oh no…

Oh no.

Oh no

Marc no…

Marc no…stop…

Buddy…pal….Beloved hero of my heart…

I mean…He saves them. Marc isn’t as heartless as he thinks he is. Just cause he’s having a bad day doesn’t mean they have to have one too. 

And now… I give you my hero. The light of my life. My obsession. My sweet cheese. My good time boy.

Damn Marc, that’s a nice leg. 

Marc makes it back to the town. 

He staggers towards where he's staying, looking forwards to a week in bed and then cashing in his idol for the sweet sweet dough (get that bread Marc). 

Suddenly, his thoughts of rest are interrupted by someone shouting "Three Dollars American!" 

He looks over to see the archeologist and his wife talking. 

She admonishes him for taking so long to get back to the newly discovered temple....then asks him why he keeps guying the cheap plaster idols. 

Marc looks over to a stand with a man selling "Genuine Inca idols straight from the temple of the sun!"

This is Marc Spector everyone. Mercenary dark and tormented and angry and violent killing machine Marc Spector. 

The man that can’t forgive himself and that no one loves easily. A man that is hated and feared. 

I don’t read Moon Knight for the dark action. I read Moon Knight for moments like this. 

This is what made me fall in love. Not the white cape, the mental health, the DID, the religiously tortured soul, the hero that needs saving…

This man that is having the worst time and still he stumbles into the sunset because DAMN IT he worked hard to get there and he’s going to get something out of it… But at the end of the day, he’s no further along than the rest of us. 

He probably had a drink and went to bed after this. Maybe laughing to himself. Maybe laughing about all the close calls. Maybe crying a little. 

But he didn’t go back to rob the excavation site. He said “Not today. Not this time.” and went on with his life. 

And he told no one of this, because he’s Marc fucking Spector and he has a reputation. 

So I leave you with this. The best image of Marc Spector I’ve ever seen. The true meaning and mood of Moon Knight I’ve ever seen. 

This pretty much just sums up his life: 

(And somewhere, Khonshu looked at this mess and said “That’s the one. That’s the one for me. My son!”)

#Moon Knight #Moon Knight comics #analyzing the comics #Marc Spector #Khonshu took one look and said 'bless this mess' #Look at him #My sweet boy #I love him so much #No one tell Tigra #Frenchie looked at this man and swore to follow him to the ends of the earth #If only Jake and Steven knew

[springstarfangirl]

Hiya! I'm trying to write a Jewish character, can I have some help please? I really want to make her good positive representation

Sure thing! Though do keep in mind that I am only one girl from one stream of a religion that has itself a history of over three millennia, so I can only speak for what I know, that being Orthodox Judaism.

(also this is getting quite long, but I don't know what I expected- the rest is going under the cut.)

So one thing to keep in mind is that Judaism is more than just a religion. It's also a culture, and even just being raised around it- even if your character is secular (doesn't perform the commandments) or atheist/agnostic (doesn't believe God exists/doesn't know if God exists)- it will very much affect your character's mindset and possibly show up in their life in other ways.

In fact, the reason why I separated secular from atheist/agnostic is part of that- Judaism, due to putting more emphasis on the doing than the believing, doesn't really care if you actually believe in God. There are people who very much perform Judaism as a cultural ritual more than as a religion, and they are just as valid as the people who believe that God is there in every corner.

Okay, so what kind of cultural mentalities can you add?

For instance, the idea of proselytizing is forbidden in Judaism. So the way charity differs from tzedaka can be huge. Tzedaka comes from the root word tzedek, justice, and is seen as a way to help someone who's down on their luck to get back on their feet. Not an opportunity to convince them to join your religion. *stares angrily at American charity orgs*

This has a massive effect on how Jewish people see the world. Giving to and helping other people makes us happy, and that in itself is reward enough.

On the more cultural aspect, the menorahs you always see on TV shows? Inaccurate. Those are specific to one holiday, Chanukkah, which is not only a rather minor holiday but is also sometimes viewed as the "Jewish Christmas" when it really isn't. Instead, what any Jewish household would really have is books, and lots of them. The way we view the Tanach is very different from how a lot of Christians view the Bible- it's rarely literal- and so often you'll find a lot of books about Jewish law hanging around. Also, prayer books and candlesticks. Adult Jewish men are supposed to pray three times a day, so someone is bound to leave their prayer book lying around. And the candlesticks are from the "ceremony" (I say, struggling to find a better word) where we welcome Shabbat on Friday just before sunset. A lot of families keep them out all week.

Food is also massively important. Do your research on what's kosher and what's not (though if your character is Reform this may not apply as much- again, I speak from my own experience only) and try to stick to that. That might involve a Jewish character avoiding eating outside the house unless it's a packaged item (which they might check for kashrut symbols), or whispering a blessing before they eat. Kosher meat and cheese are both very hard to find outside of places with a lot of Jews, so they might be vegetarian.

I can't think of anything else right now, so I'll tag @unbidden-yidden because as a convert, they have much more experience with the mindset distinctions between Christianity and Judaism.

Jumblr, feel free to throw all your additions at this post- I need all the help I can get.

I hope this helped at least a little!

#writing advice #writing judaism #jumblr #writing #jewish culture

[theconstitutionisgayculture]

Oh can you put the disclaimer that Black supremacy don’t benefit most black Americans?

Because I will be called a coon for pointing out the black community been talking about white people the same way Nazis talked about the Jews.

Also I heard rumors some blacks want to say deadbeat dads, multiple baby mommas, and welfare queens are important parts of our culture…

How the fuck we got from the Mac and cheese style of MLK equality to “I AM BLACK HITLER, COMMANDER OF THE FOURTH REICH” racial superiority complex syphilis?

We’re going to have more uncle ruckus than centuries of oppression every created.

Of course it doesn't. Like all Marxism-adjacent ideologies (which American black supremacy definitely is), it only ever benefits the people at the top and those they want to favor. Everyone else gets shafted. Just look at how many BLM leaders have been arrested for fraud versus how many black neighborhoods have benefited from anything the BLM organization has done. The former far outweighs the latter, because the latter is zero. It's all about grifting and hating white people. And very much in that order.

[celestiall0tus]

Miraculous Salvation - Chapter 12 - Fight

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            Nathalie gathered her papers and looked at the time. It neared seven in the morning. She grinned, grabbed her clipboard, and started her rounds, joined by Plagg. She started with the Tsurugis, discovering they were already up, and their rooms empty. She moved to Audrey’s room and woke her up. Audrey put up a fuss but was quieted at the reminder of breakfast with Colt. She moved to Gabriel’s room, surprised by the lack of sharp liquor. She threw open the curtains as Gabriel stirred.

            “Finally sobering up?” Nathalie asked.

            Gabriel snorted. “Colt confiscated my liquor cabinet key.”

            “Oh, woe be you.”

            “Yes, mock me all you want.”

            “I intend to. Now, get your sodden ass up. I have wonderful news regarding your brand.”

            “Do you now?”

            Nathalie smirked and waved a folder with her papers. She gave him a final glance before she left. She went to check on Colt, who was in his office. He had Chloe sitting in a chair with Felix standing in front of his desk. She cleared her throat, announcing her arrival.

            “Ah, darling Nathalie! Come! See my fine craftsmanship.”

            “What am I looking at?”

            Colt snapped his fingers and Felix’s form changed. Felix’s blonde hair bleached and slicked back like Colt’s. His fair skin paled and the blue Colt eyes turned red. His gray button up shirt turned red and covered over with a black dress vest. His black dress pants and boots remained the same.

            “Again, what am I looking at?” Nathalie asked.

            “We are playing a game, dear Nathalie. Our heroes have retaliated, concealing themselves. So, I thought we could play along. Play the supervillains to their superheroes. Doesn’t that sound fun? You did want us all to have fun, right?”

            “Right. And what fresh mania have you concocted exactly?”

            “That shall be discussed at breakfast. And, Nathalie, I hope your cooks have prepared an American style breakfast because I am absolutely famished.”

            “I shall inform them of the change. Please excuse me.”

            Nathalie retreated from Colt’s office. She headed for the kitchen when she was cut off by Tomoe and Kagami.

            “Don’t you have anything better to be doing? I know I do,” Nathalie spat.

            “Kagami, speak with Nathalie,” Tomoe ordered.

            Kagami gulped and stepped forward. “Could I get Plagg, please?”

            “Kagami! Don’t ask, command.”

            Kagami grimaced. She looked up at Nathalie, who wore a smirk that sent chills down her spine.

            “Give me Plagg… please,” Kagami added with a squeak.

            “Well, since you asked so much nicer than Tomoe does, I see no reason for you not to be with Plagg. In fact, how about a deal, Plagg?”

            Plagg turned his head away.

            “If you spend quality time with little Tsurugi, bonding with her or whatever it is Tomoe wants, I’ll have the entire cheese cellar replaced with nothing but camembert.”

            Plagg straightened as a surprised meow escaped. He bounded from Nathalie’s shoulders, shifting his form mid-air. He landed with a thud, standing over Kagami as a tan-skinned teen boy with shaggy black hair. He was dressed in a black jacket, pants, and shoes with green accents. He stared at her with his alien green eyes and toothy cat grin.

            “I expect that cellar to be nothing but camembert by the end of the day. And keep it stocked up if I’m to keep this up,” Plagg commanded.

            Nathalie bowed and left.

            Kagami reached out for Nathalie when Plagg wrapped an arm around her.

            “Well, well, little Tsurugi, what do you think?”

            “I-,” Kagami started.

            “She’s ok with it. Now, I must speak with Gabriel and Colt. Go sit in the garden and wait until we meet for breakfast,” Tomoe instructed.

            “But-!” Kagami protested.

            “Now,” Tomoe commanded.

            Kagami flinched at Tomoe’s command, then at Plagg scooping her up. She froze as he carried her out to the garden, setting her down at the breakfast table. He plopped down in the seat beside her. They sat in silence for a bit before Plagg spoke.

            “Jeez, calm down there, chatterbox. You’re talking my ear off,” Plagg teased.

            Kagami frowned. “What do you expect of me, exactly?”

            “I don’t know. Isn’t that what you mortals are for? To just do stuff?”

            “Like what?”

            Plagg scoffed. He sulked in his seat, muttering about cheese and boring mortals.

            Annoyance flared in Kagami. “Look, I don’t know what you expect of me, but I’m not some toy for you to play with. I am here to represent my mother, to carry out her wishes, and prove myself. And you are supposed to give me the power to achieve that.”

            “And I have, so why do you expect more of me? Or should I say, why does your mother?”

            “I… I don’t know. And it doesn’t matter. Her word is law. I must obey her at all costs.”

            “Why?”

            “Why? She’s my mother. She brought me into this world, raised me, and made countless sacrifices for me. The very least I could do is obey and never question her.”

            Plagg furrowed his brow. He raised a brow, then burst into laughter.

            “Hey! It’s not funny. Stop laughing!”

            Plagg laughed harder.

            “Would you stop? I’m serious!”

            Plagg took a deep breath, then grinned. “That’s why it’s so funny, little Tomoe. The fact that you actually buy all that crap. Seriously, you mortals are so gullible.”

            Kagami’s jaw dropped. “I am-!”

            “Is everything alright?” Colt asked.

            Fear consumed Kagami. She shut her mouth and sat forward. She glanced up as Colt, Felix, and Chloe all sat down. She looked at Chloe, surprised to see Chloe compliant. It was a complete one eighty from what she’d seen. She hoped it meant Chloe had some sense and was ready to be an adult. She glanced at Felix, then at her hands. She fidgeted with her hands while she stole another glance at Felix. Plagg raised a brow, then smiled.

            “How are you this fine morning, Kagami? Sleep well?” Colt asked.

            Kagami met Colt’s eyes. “I did. Thank you. How are you?”

            “Absolutely marvelous. We have big things to discuss. Luckily, his Grace will be joining us.”

            Plagg rolled his eyes. He sunk in his seat and kicked his legs up onto the table. Colt chuckled and leaned back in his own seat. Kagami frowned and looked at her hands. She listened as Audrey, Gabriel, and Tomoe joined them.

            “Colt, pray tell, how did you get this beast under control?” Audrey asked, pointing to Chloe.

            “Just took a snap of fingers and she fell into line,” Colt mused.

            “Oh, that’s good. Does this mean she’ll be taking Zoe’s place?”

            “Indeed. I preferred her more than your child daughter. A far better fit for my Felix,” Colt remarked.

            Kagami’s head shot up. Anger flared at the declaration. A better fit for Felix? What did Colt mean? Why did it bother her? She hadn’t spoken to Felix; Tomoe hadn’t allowed it after all. She wasn’t allowed to be with any boy alone, with the clear exception of whatever Plagg was doing. It still made her upset, but why?

            “What’s with the surprised look, Kagami?” Colt asked.

            “Huh? Oh! Um… that Chloe would be a better fit for Felix. Chloe is quite the rebel. She had kidnapped me once with the assistance of Zoe and Adrien.”

            Plagg purred. “Are you sure that’s all, little Tsurugi?”

            “I’m positive. Chloe doesn’t seem like a good match, no matter how she appears now.”

            “I agree,” Tomoe added.

            “Well, Tomoe, I hate-,” Colt started.

            “To interrupt, but I have something to share with Gabriel,” Nathalie interjected.

            “Oh? What news do you bring, darling Nathalie?” Colt asked.

            Nathalie smiled and dropped the folder in front of Gabriel. “I have picked a female face for your brand. A fresh, young model that would breathe new life into your dying brand.”

            Audrey snickered. “He’s going to need more than some pretty face.”

            “Then he’s in luck. It’s not just any pretty face. A rising internet model with millions of followers. Almost like she was the world in the palm of her hand. Wrapped around her pinky.”

            Audrey’s face fell. “Wait, you don’t mean-?”

            “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Gabriel whispered.

            Audrey stood and slammed her hands on the table. “To hell with you, Gabriel. I’m not letting you take that girl. You’d waste every ounce of her potential. Give her to me and let your brand die!”

            Gabriel scooped up the folder and held it close. “Fuck off, harpy woman. This young lady will be the female face of my brand. She’s exactly what I need to keep it from dying all together. From being irrelevant.”

            “You were still looking for a female face? We had an agreement, Gabriel,” Tomoe snarled.

            “What? For your puppet to be the female face? That’s hilarious. Gabriel might as well kiss his life’s work good-bye,” Audrey jeered.

            “My Kagami is perfect. She’s better than any upstart internet celebrity,” Tomoe argued.

            “Mother, I don’t think-,” Kagami attempted.

            “And you won’t. Everything had been settled,” Tomoe spat.

            “Now, now, calm down everyone. We can sort this out like responsible adults,” Colt said.

            “What do you propose then?” Tomoe demanded.

            Nathalie blew her whistle, interrupting them. The serving staff laid out an American style buffet before everyone. A pair of servers lingered, each holding a tray of ten shot glasses.

            “A challenge. The drunkards want to fight? Then fight they shall. The first to drink ten shots gets Marinette and this!”

            Nathalie held up the peacock brooch. Gabriel and Audrey’s jaws dropped. They turned to each other with feral looks. Colt rubbed his temple, Tomoe shook her head, while Plagg sat up and beamed.

            “What are they drinking?” Plagg asked.

            Nathalie held up a bottle of Spirytus. Plagg grinned from ear to ear as Nathalie filled each shot glass. The servers placed the trays in front of Gabriel and Audrey.

            “Alright, here are the rules. You don’t start until I say, or you’ll be disqualified. It’s whoever drinks all ten first, but if you tap out, throw up, or anything in between, you will be disqualified. Now, ready?”

            “Nathalie-,” Colt growled.

            “Drink!” Nathalie declared.

            Gabriel and Audrey knocked back shot after shot. Plagg smirked as he slid down in his seat. He tapped Audrey’s foot, issuing a command. He sat back up as Audrey doubled over and threw up.

            “Audrey’s disqualified! Gabriel wins,” Nathalie announced.

            Plagg grinned as Gabriel was rewarded with the peacock brooch. Gabriel put it on and Duusu materialized.

            “What’s going… really? I trust my jewel to you, and this is what you saddle me with? I should have-,” Duusu started.

            “Gabriel, say, ‘Duusu, spread my feathers,’” Plagg announced.

            “What?” Duusu squeaked.

            “Duusu, spread my feathers!” Gabriel yelled triumphantly.

            Duusu screeched as he disappeared into the brooch. Gabriel’s clothes transformed into a white suit with red accents and peacock feather details. His jacket trailed off in a cloth peacock tail. He checked himself out while Audrey screamed.

            “Fuck this! You don’t deserve the peacock or that girl! You promised Tomoe that her puppet would be the face of your brand,” Audrey roared.

            “Nothing was signed, so it’s not finalized,” Gabriel remarked.

            “Not finalized? You think you can just pick and choose which parts you want and don’t?” Tomoe demanded.

            “On the contrary, dear Tomoe. Your arrangements were only ever spoken, never put to print. Therefore, it’s all nullified without the proper paperwork and Gabriel may do as he wishes. Hence why Colt can so easily toss out Zoe for Chloe just for his own personal preferences. And Gabriel can toss aside his son’s potential future wife for a much needed upgrade,” Nathalie explained.

            Silence passed between them as the tension grew. Kagami swallowed hard at the declaration. She was to be with Adrien Agreste? That was the boy Tomoe had picked for her? Why him of all options? He wasn’t even here like he should be. He was off hiding from his duties like a little kid. Why him?

            “Nathalie, give me those files. Now,” Colt demanded.

            “And why should I? A decision has been made. Has it not, Gabriel?” Nathalie pushed.

            Gabriel cleared his throat. “I’m afraid so, Colt. This Marinette will be the face of my brand with Adrien. Nathalie.”

            “Already ahead of you. I’m going to meet with the young lady soon. We’ll negotiate a contract and have it all finalized in print. Like Tomoe should have done from the start. Such a shame she fell so short. What a pity,” Nathalie mocked.

            “What’s so special about this girl anyway?” Colt asked.

            Audrey pulled out her phone and opened Marinette’s page. “What isn’t?”

            Colt took the phone and furrowed his brow. “Interesting. Quite the beauty that one.”

            “And wasted on Gabriel’s brand. Everything this girl is, is worth a hundred models and more. Her perfect physique, silky black hair, vibrant bluebell eyes, all of it and it’s going to be wasted on his brand,” Audrey sneered.

            “Let me see this girl,” Tomoe demanded.

            Audrey laughed. “You tell jokes now? Bravo, Tomoe.”

            “Min, forge ahead,” Tomoe uttered.

            An ant kwami materialized and disappeared into a watch on Tomoe’s left hand. Her clothes turned red with black accents. A red coat covered her along with a set of black riding boots. Her glasses turned into a red visor. She got her bearings and grabbed the phone from Colt.

            “Oh, come on! Where’s my kwami?” Audrey screamed.

            “You’ll get yours in-,” Colt started.

            Nathalie slipped Audrey a set of gold chained rings. “Right here.”

            Audrey grinned and moved to put on the rings but was stopped by Colt.

            “You will wait until we finish breakfast and I share my news,” Colt commanded.

            Audrey smiled nervously and tucked the rings away. Colt shot Nathalie a sidelong glance. Nathalie smirked and flipped him off before she left. Tomoe pulled up Marinette’s page on her own phone, then handed Audrey hers back. They sat in silence as they all finished their breakfast.

            “Now, barring anymore interruptions, I have a fun idea. We are playing a game after all, and our dear hero friends made their own first moves. They’ve concealed their identities to preserve their civilian lives. So, why don’t we play along?” Colt mused.

            “Why?” Audrey asked.

            “Because we not only play with these so-called heroes, running them in circles chasing villains, but we can work without compromising our own identities. Just ensure that you hide it well enough. Furthermore, to have our heirs represent us, I believe it best to have them model their villain personas after us. Observe.”

            Colt snapped his fingers. Felix’s form shifted to the red and black attire. Kagami’s eyes widened before she caught herself and returned to a stoic face. She glanced at Tomoe, who hadn’t noticed as she went through Marinette’s page. Plagg, on the other hand, had leaned in with a smug grin on his face.

            “He looks like a vampire. Though I suppose the clothes match yours,” Audrey remarked.

            “Precisely. Ensure your heirs reflect you. Although, Audrey, I won’t have Chloe reflect whatever you decide for your outfit,” Colt said.

            “Do what you will with that beast,” Audrey said dismissively.

            “And I shall. Gabriel, I’ll be sending out my darling Akumas to track down little Adrien, along with Felix each day until he is found. Once he is, you know what I must do.”

            Gabriel grimaced. “Must we? There’s no guarantee that he’s even a holder. We should just be able to allow him to exist where he’s for sure safe.”

            “With so many activating by the hours, we cannot take chances. Especially since he’ll need to take a kwami anyway. So, I ask you, how can we trust such a despondent and reckless boy?”

            “He just needs… direction,” Gabriel said.

            Audrey snorted. “Got all the direction he needed from that hag.”

            “Leave Nathalie out of this,” Gabriel growled.

            “Nathalie? I was referring to that good for nothing woman, Emilie,” Audrey remarked.

            Gabriel blinked and stood. “Square up, Audrey.”

            “Pardon?”

            “Square up, now!”

            Audrey smirked and stood. “You wanna dance, bitch? Let’s dance.”

            Audrey slipped on the gold chained rings and a rooster kwami appeared.

            “Say, ‘Orikko, sunrise!’” Plagg yelled.

            “Orikko, sunrise,” Audrey exclaimed.

            Orikko vanished into the rings and transformed Audrey. Her night robe transformed into an orange halter top with a boob window, brown pants, gold boots, and orange gloves. A blue skirt cape fell from a gold belt and feathered and trailed out behind her.

            Audrey screeched, sounding like a rooster, and lunged for Gabriel. Gabriel kicked the table over as Audrey collided with him. Colt rubbed his forehead while the pair fought. He released a set of Akumas and Felix before he headed back inside with Chloe behind him. Tomoe watched him leave while Gabriel and Audrey tumbled towards the front yard.

            “I have an assignment for you, Kagami,” Tomoe muttered.

            “Yes, Mother?”

            “This Marinette is a threat to you and your future. I want you to eliminate her.”

            Kagami’s breath caught. “But, Mother, you don’t mean… kill, right?”

            “What part of eliminate her did you not understand?” Tomoe growled.

            Kagami swallowed hard. She attempted to argue, but all words died on her tongue.

            “Now, hold up, let me see this girl. Let me decide if I want that done,” Plagg interjected.

            Plagg took the phone and browsed through the photos. He was unconvinced until he stopped. He eyed a gold marking on Marinette’s inner thigh in one of the countless photos. Excitement rose as he searched the rest of her gallery but came up empty.

            “Any objections, cat?” Tomoe demanded.

            Plagg snarled and turned his head away.

            “Good. Now, go. Take up Kuro Neko and end this little hussy. Do you understand?”

            “But… but it’s wrong!” Kagami managed.

            Tomoe grabbed Kagami’s chin and pinched it. “Wrong? Wrong? This little whore is out there strutting her stuff and flashing her modesty about like it’s no one’s business, stealing away what should be yours. And you think it’s wrong to get rid of her when she’s destroying your future?”

            “I-,” Kagami started.

            “You need to get your priorities straight, Kagami. Don’t worry about these inferior workers. They can always be replaced, and others eliminated. This girl is one of them to eliminate and you’ll be the one to do it. Do you understand?”

            Kagami swallowed hard and nodded.

            Tomoe released Kagami and stood. “I want it carried out by the end of the day. Now, go.”

            Tomoe left Kagami with Plagg as she headed inside. Kagami blinked as tears rimmed her eyes.

            “Don’t worry, little Tomoe. The first one is always the hardest,” Plagg reassured.

            “I can’t do this. I just can’t,” Kagami whispered.

            “Well, if you’d like, you could leave me to it,” Plagg offered.

            “What do you mean?” Kagami asked.

            “Simple. Just let destruction overtake and become you. It’ll make the deed that much easier.”

            “How do I do it?”

            “Just clear your mind and let it go, then transform. You’ll barely remember a thing, I promise,” Plagg purred.

            “Truly?”

            Plagg nodded.

            Kagami gulped and nodded. She meditated, clearing her mind. She transformed once her mind was empty. Dark energy filled her as her clothes became a black cat suit. Green lines ran along the suit that illuminated with a sickly glow. She opened her eyes, staring up with empty lime green eyes. A black mask covered her eyes with “Kuro Neko” carved into it in kanji. Cat ears and twin tail completed her transformation as everything faded to black.

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[steele-soulmate]

Tattooed Wings, CHAPTER 592, Peter Steele & OFC, Soulmate AU

SUMMARY: Mary Claire Bradley meets her soulmate- literally- the famous Peter Steele of metal group Type O Negative. But will obstacles including trauma, stalkers, and toxic family members get in the way of their life?

WARNING: mentions of child rape (nothing graphic) PTSD, milk kink, soft smut, grinding, assault, fingering, hand jobs, blow jobs, 69, P in V sex, blood, noncon rape, violence, death, vandalism, graffiti, attempted kidnapping, break-ins, wild animal attacks, terrorist attack (sabotage) consensual impregnation, bareback, impregnation kink, creampies, terrorist attacks (shootings) hit and run pedestrian accident, precipitous labor, neonatal death, abandoned baby, child intoxication, death of a minor character

WORDS: 1104

“Papa Pete! Mama Wen Wen!”

I chuckled as I dropped to my knees to gift little girl with a late birthday hug.

The little missy’s fifth birthday party was at the local Chuck E Cheeses, and her own, personal table was a happy mess of nineteen little boys and girls from her kindergarten class.

Elizabeth and Elle, Katie and Jing, Baby Tommy, Baby Eve and Baby Noah came in behind Peter and I, my beefcake of a husband wearing the Ratajczyk triplets bundled in on my burly chest.

“Liddle girl!” crowed Baby Tommy, leading the charge to hug his older sister, the four babies colliding into each other and ending up on the ground in a cackling mess.

Peter was laughing as the girls came up to hug the birthday girl next, the both of them sandwiching the tiny five year old between the both of them and their American Girl dollies.

I was well aware of the other moms and some dads whispering amongst themselves, and I knew that they were only lusting after my handsome husband as he was showing little girl’s classmates the tiny little triplets in his arms, his deep, rumbly voice soft and gentle as he interacted with them.

“Your husband is good with kids!”

“He has a bunch of nieces and great nieces, so he already had good practice by the time I met him!” I told the mom with a chuckle.

“I would imagine so- how many kids do you have, anyway?”

“Well…” I huffed out another giggle. “Elizabeth is Peter’s daughter from a previous relationship. Katie is a friend of Elizabeth’s from school, and Peter and I adopted her a few years back. Elle and Jing are the girls’ American Girl mini me dollies. Vanessa Rose, or little girl, as we all call her, is my daughter, who I carried as a surrogate for her daddies, and Peter is her godfather and favorite person in the whole wide world. Baby Tommy is our son, Baby Eve is our adopted daughter and Baby Noah is our nephew. The triplets- Baby Mattie, Baby Teddy and Baby Jojo- are the last of the Ratajczyk kids.”

“Oh? Has that been determined for certain?”

“Peter had a vasectomy last year, so yes,” I frowned at her. “It has been written, and so the fates have been decided. And so it had been written.”

“Oh.”

Little girl was now introducing her younger siblings to her peermeates, with Baby Tommy very clearly becoming overwhelmed. He tucked his head into his arms, folding himself into his older sister’s back, creating an absolutely adorable sight, which I snapped with my cell phone to post onto my social media at a later date.

“Hihi James! Hihi Aaron!” I greeted my daughter’s daddies with affectionate hugs.

“Hihi, Mary Claire!” James greeted me, sporting a Triceratops like appearance with three hot pink party hats strapped to his head. “How are things?”

“Doing good!” I answered him, watching as my husband commanded the attention of the kiddos and their parents with an easy smile on his handsomely bearded face. “I regained all of my hearing back, by the way!”

“Yay yay!” cheered James, chuckling as the last round of little girl’s little school friends came up to the table, a surly little man, who threw a wrapped present onto the table, hanging back as his mother tried to gently force him to interact with the others. “Oh, Chrisopher is here- can you ask Peter to keep an eye on him? He’s a wild kid- he’s already been in trouble for pushing four different kids on the school playground. I only invited him because I didn’t want him to feel left out.”

“James, it’s not a crime to lay down a boundary,” I sighed, keeping an eye on the pouting little man. “You are allowed to say to the parents, I don’t feel comfortable about hosting Cristopher at little girl’s birthday party. And if his parent doesn’t respect your boundary, you just walk away.”

“Noted,” he grinned at me, stooping to place his chin on my shoulder. “I wish I had your backbone.”

“I only developed my backbone after meeting Peter,” I shrugged, watching as Christopher pushed himself out of his mom’s arms and sulked to sit at an empty seat, staring down at his neatly folded hands. “I kind of had to, especially after all the traumatizing shit that the both of us had been through!”

The both of us shared a chuckle, turning back to Aaron as he tucked his cell phone away in his back pocket.

“Sorry, my work never ends,” he chuckled, joining us and turning to look out at the kids.

Just then, a person in a fluffy gray costume came out through a door.

“CHUCK E CHEESES!” screeched someone, causing for the kids to race over and knock the giant mouse down onto the ground in their joy at seeing the costumed mascot.

Christoper went over and kicked at the back paw of the fallen mouse, being rewarded by his mother’s sharp voice calling out his name.

“He sure does seems to be a handful,” I hummed in a soft voice as little girl leaned in and pressed a sweet kiss to the mouse’s nose. “Good job being gentle, little girl!”

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[femme-malewife]

Mad Trigger Crew Profile Translation

Translator’s note: I’m not a professional translator, so if anyone spots anything weird, feel free to message me.

Also the images provided in the guidebook are various images of them in different outfits, so I’m just going to be using images from the ARB game.

Aohitsugi Samatoki (CV: Asanuma Shintaro)

Mr. Hc (Mr. Hardcore)

Former The Dirty Dawg member. He's a yakuza who owns the Yokohama area. He hates being told what to do and often becomes extremely aggressive if someone tries. He treasures a good luck charm made by his younger sister, and he despises Yamada Ichiro of the Ikebukuro Division.

Hypnosis Ability: Counter Blow. It accumulates incoming attacks and unleashes stronger counterattacks.

Birthday: November 11th

Zodiac: Scorpio

Age: 25 years

Height: 186cm

Weight: 67kg

Blood Type: Type B

Handedness: Right

Occupation: Yakuza Wakagashira (Second-in-command)

Likes: His Younger Sister, Liquor, Cigarettes, Coffee, Vintage Clothes

Dislikes: Being ordered around by people

Favorite Food: Meat

Hated Food: Green peppers and carrots

Iruma Jyuto (CV: Komada Wataru)

45 Rabbit

He serves as a Chief Sergeant at the Yokohama Police Station's Organized Crime Countermeasures Department. He's familiar with the world of the yakuza and doesn't mind doing illegal investigations, though he hates drugs that killed his relatives and coworker. He will do anything to achieve his goals, and has a mutually beneficial relationship with Samatoki.

Hypnosis Ability: Prison. It blocks the opponent's movement.

Birthday: May 30th

Zodiac: Gemini

Age: 29 years

Height: 181cm

Weight: 65kg

Blood Type: Type A

Handedness: Left

Occupation: Policeman (Chief Sergeant at Yokohama Police Station Organized Crime Countermeasures Department)

Likes: Art, Antiques, Cigarettes, Coffee

Dislikes: Baseless things, Illegal Drugs, Birds

Favorite Food: Cheese

Hated Food: Anko (Red bean paste)

Busujima Mason Rio (CV: Kamio Shinchiro)

Crazy M

A former Navy Sergeant, First Class in the Special Extermination Operations Unit. His father is American and his mother is Japanese, resulting in him being half and half. Being ex-military, he has a gentle personality and is extremely loyal. Even after the military was disbanded, he continued to work on intelligence activities independently. He's a professional cook, though his comrades seem scared of his dishes.

Hypnosis Ability: Shelter. It increases the defense of yourself and your allies.

Birthday: June 21st

Zodiac: Gemini

Age: 28 years

Height: 191cm

Weight: 74kg

Blood Type: Type B

Handedness: Right

Occupation: Former Navy Sergeant, First Class in the Special Extermination Operations Unit

Likes: Order and Discipline, Coffee

Dislikes: Disorder, Crowds

Favorite Food: Organic Food

Hated Food: Processed Foods

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[catastrophic-crisis]

Thanks for coming to the cafe menu planning meeting! Pirate commander Morgan's crew are planning a hero-themed cafe to raise funds, and we've designed aspects of it from the menu to the gift shop items to the uniforms!

Some menu highlights are:

Ichigold ( @bigassrobots ), with themes of strawberry and mango:

Strawberry soda with mango popping boba and optional mango-mystery energy shot, comes with club-shaped stirrer

Strawberry milk tea with bubble and foam with visor symbol dusting, with club stirrer

Strawberry-shaped sponge cake with cream center and surprise collector's coin (and choking hazard), sat upon a mango drizzle and mint leaves for decoration

Cheesecake with mango topping and lined with strawberries

Dracokaiser/Dracoempress ( @breadcrab ), with themes of lavender and berries:

Violet brioche sheep gelato sandwich with sheep horns

Violet croissant with cream and fruit filling

Dracoempress Lavender Latte

Dracokaiser Raspberry Espresso

Draco opera cake and glossy mousse cake

Pabs ( @pabs-art ) with themes of strawberry, rice, and carrot slices cut into sun shapes:

Strawberry cereal milk donut topped with puffed rice cereal

Matcha mochi donut with strawberry pieces inside

Rice beast roulette of rice balls shaped like rice beasts with a salmon filling, with one of the rice beasts filled with a surprise big bite of spicy wasabi filling!

Curry with rice beast-shaped rice mound and carrots cut into suns

Pabs-shaped ceramic soup crock with hoodie cozy

Tul Glass of Water

As well as: shrimp-filled sushi, White Dusk-themed Drink, and pink-colored donut holes

VJay ( @golden-x-mage ):

Choco-Bisexual Berry Bunny Sundae, one which comes with chocolate custard on top of a blueberry crumble flavor and the other extra tall with chocolate on top of scoops of strawberry, raspberry, and blackberry ice cream. Both are topped with chocolate shavings and a white chocolate heart filled with fruit filling

Carrot cake loaf/blueberry coffee cake with chocolate center shaped like a rabbit

As well as: a bunny snacking veggie platter

Virtual Hero V-Ranger ( @virtualherovranger )

Vee-za with flakes in two kinds: filthy American barbecue and classic style with stripes of toppings (buffalo-flavored/blue cheese/potato/pulled pork/Hawaiian) (margherita/eggplant/mozzarella/meat/cheese)

Cherry-flavored Pepsi (homemade)

Hero's lemonade with floating frozen fruit

Striped soda with layers of fruit flavors (cherry/blue raspberry/coconut/peach/pineapple)

Planet mascot chocolate piñata with fruit filling 🍓

Harvester Core Unit 86:

Definitely Not Human Flesh Nachos come with bottle of signature Extra Chunky Salsa, and comes in two types: classic and pulled pork style

Harvester Operation-style dessert medley: a tray with wells filled with various sweets like gear-shaped cookies that you pull out with little tongs

Rafael, Knight-Errant:

Paired with filling options like beef stew in the restaurant, multiple mugs/tankards are available for sale:

A hand-painted leather

Stainless steel with silicone grip reminiscent of his torso

Novelty coffee mug with meme and defined knightly rear end

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[redeyedroid]

Donald Trump has a thing. He has lots of things, being a creature made of personality defects, narcissism and high-tensile racism, and who looks like a semi-sentient block of cheese that has somehow gained a rudimentary understanding of fascism, but in this case I’m talking about his thing is to attack the US military of today by valourising two of its past leaders: Douglas MacArthur and George Patton.  

"Remember the old days of General MacArthur and General Patton, and these great generals," Trump told CPAC in 2015. "General MacArthur is spinning in his grave when he sees what we do." 

He’s also used them to attack his opponents: “[Hillary Clinton] tells you how to fight ISIS on her website… I don't think Gen. Douglas MacArthur would like that very much."  

These are two examples among many of something as close to admiration a man like Trump can ever display and it’s easy to see why he picks these men to elevate. Trump is a man given over to the projection of an image, a man who, like many authoritarians, impersonates the man he says he is, not unlike those fraudsters you see in the news from time to time. Tricksters convicted of conning millions out of dumb rich people while pretending to be German nobility. Impression and publicity are the thing, so naturally, not being a well-read man, or one prone to anything but superficiality, Trump would gravitate to the most self-aggrandising, most flawed of America’s military leaders. 

Some of Patton’s tough talking character was bluster. Delivered in a characteristically high-pitched voice, his bloodthirsty quotes were often intended to inspire in his men confidence in his leadership and in themselves. But sometimes it was not. In Sicily, he was fired when he slapped men suffering from PTSD, and then again soon after the end of the war in Europe, because he wanted to go to war with the USSR and his absence of political nous meant his superiors had little use for him in peacetime. He never rose to the highest rank. Eisenhower, the great coalition builder and politician, favoured Omar Bradley. 

Like many of their ilk, image was key to both – Patton’s cavalry boots and trousers were topped with a ridiculous shiny, polished helmet; MacArthur habitually wore aviator glasses, pipe and leather jacket.  

A man of gargantuan ego, MacArthur was obsessed with liberating the Philippines from the Japanese after being defeated there in the early part of the war. He threatened to run against Roosevelt for President in order to get his way and ensure he was given command of vast forces for the task, his famous 1942 declaration of “…I shall return” was followed up with “…I have returned” after landings on Leyte in October 1944 (Never a man who used ‘we’ where ‘I’ could fit, he earned the enmity of men under his command in the first Philippine campaign who nicknamed him Dugout Doug, noting in disgust his insistence in lauding himself in dispatches to the USA and the exclusion of their own sacrifices). 

It’s not hard to see why Trump, a man who has a child’s understanding of strength and a perpetual, diseased need to take credit would be attracted to a man who took backhanders from the Philippine government and had a friendly press baron amplifying his voice at home. 

(There’s also the less well-known pre-war part of MacArthur’s biography where he, a man in his fifties, took a sixteen-year-old Filipina as his mistress, which Trump, a rapist, would surely see as unproblematic if he ever learned of it). 

To be clear, both Patton and MacArthur were highly competent, knowledgeable and precise, and responsible for extraordinary victories in Europe and Pacific, but both were massively flawed characters, and neither were in the top tier of American commanders. It’s emblematic of Trump’s character that he would gravitate to the egotistic, meddling MacArthur ahead of Chester Nimitz, architect of the Navy’s drive through the Central Pacific, which got underway in earnest on the 20th of November 1943 with landings on Betio and Makin Atolls, Tarawa. 

The land campaigns of the Pacific all have their own unique, awful characteristics. There are the battles over the Kokoda Trail, fought in the mountain forests of New Guinea. The jungles and rain of the Solomons campaign. The heat of Peleliu, where bad Marine leadership threw men uselessly against Japanese fortifications dug into the rock caves in the centre of the island. The massive numbers of civilian dead of Saipan and Okinawa, often victims of murder-suicides – Japanese, taught to fear the American and to never be taken captive killed themselves and/or their families in terrible numbers. (There is colour film of people throwing themselves to their deaths from the cliffs of northern Saipan.) And the sulphuric rock of the volcanic Iwo Jima, the only battle where US casualties outnumbered Japanese. 

On Tarawa, a stereotypical Pacific Island of sand and palm trees, there was a beautiful tropical lagoon. 

Betio Atoll, lying 2,400 miles southwest of Hawai’i is a tiny island that today is part of Kiribati, but it was not quite small enough for war to pass it by, for it was the right shape and just big enough for the Japanese to build an airfield on it. And so, to protect their supply lines from interdiction during the campaign westward, the Americans decided it must be seized and assembled a fleet of 191 ships to transport and support a force of 35,000 troops to attack it.  

GALVANIC, as the operation was designated, was unknown territory. Amphibious landings had been done at Guadalcanal and throughout the Solomons, for Operation TORCH in North Africa, and recently HUSKY, BAYTOWN and AVALANCHE in Sicily and Italy. But none of these had been against heavily fortified defences of the type the Japanese, well aware of their vulnerability, had built. Tarawa had a garrison of about 5,000 men, half of whom were Rikusentai – the Special Naval Landing Forces that were the Imperial Japanese Navy’s equivalent of Marines. The rest were construction crews and engineers, and they made a complex of bunkers, pillboxes and trenches, reinforced with concrete, timber and coral that proved enormously difficult to reduce. 

While the Americans had studied and planned for the kind of opposed landings they would now attempt, there was no proof of concept and, worse, they were short of vital resources. 

A year previously, the US Navy had contested control of the Pacific with two operational aircraft carriers. Now, in the autumn of 1943, its industry had built a fleet of Essex- and Independence-class carriers that came to dominate the rest of the war. One day, during the two-week voyage from New Zealand to Tarawa, a crewman on the USS Saratoga counted 13 different carriers among the fleet. But they were sorely lacking in landing craft.  

The landings in Italy had already suffered from this shortage – both BAYTOWN and AVALANCHE had been allocated far fewer landing craft than they needed and now GALVANIC would. They were desperately short of the LVTs – amphibious tractors – which would carry the first wave of Marines onto the invasion beaches. They had cannibalised older vehicles that had been used on Guadalcanal and welded makeshift armour to others they acquired. But the following waves rode in Higgins boats – the classic, familiar-looking assault craft from movies like Saving Private Ryan. These craft would never reach shore. 

The invasion coincided with Tarawa’s neap tide and while many of the people the Navy consulted about the depth of water in the lagoon opposite the invasion beaches were confident about the depth of water they would find, there was no consensus. One man, a New Zealander named Major F L G Holland warned that there would be less than 3 feet of water over the coral reef that bordered the lagoon. He was right. The tracked amtracs of the first wave could grind their way over the reef and into the lagoon, but the Higgins boats following hit it and the invasion stalled. 

Men were disgorged into the water at the reef and had to wade through chest and neck-deep water to get to shore. Some transferred to amtracs that took them halfway before being told that it was too dangerous for the amtrac to go further, that the diminshing number of amtracs were too valuable to risk and that they would have to trek through the maelstrom of fire that the lagoon had become. Men struggled past the dismembered and mutilated bodies of their comrades, the burning disabled wrecks of craft that had made it into the lagoon, through water turned crimson with blood, alongside the floating corpses of thousands of tropical fish killed by the concussion of hundreds of explosions to reach a beach where the tempest of the lagoon was replaced by a world of sand, blood and slaughter.  

On land, the marines found themselves against a sea wall made of timber and beneath this were able to regroup. Communications were difficult. The few senior officers on the scene found that many radios were lost, or so waterlogged as to be ineffective. The battle had little direction, devolving into small groups of marines led by lieutenants, NCOs and privates slowing creeping inland, clearing bunkers as they went. Sometimes they were forced back, sometimes they held on to the territory they took. Always they took grievous losses. 

Things were no better on the Japanese side, for early on the first day, the garrison commander, Rear Admiral Shibasaki Keiji was killed. 

Artillery fire is a terrible thing to be under, naval gunfire orders of magnitude worse. The standard 105mm M2 howitzer used by the US army fired a 40lb shell. The battleships USS Maryland and Colorado which bombarded Betio fired 16-inch shells that weighed 2,100lbs. A broadside from either sent more than seven and a half tons of high explosive at a target up to 14 miles away. Combined with fire from cruisers and destroyers the pre-invasion bombardment killed perhaps 40% of the island’s defenders, wrecked much of its defences, and - because wires could not be buried deeply enough in the sand of Betio - destroyed its telephone network. Shibasaki, frustrated at his inability to communicate with his men decided to move his command post and, out in the open, was killed along with his entire staff when a 5-inch shell from an American destroyer landed in the middle of them. Whatever was left of his body was never recovered. 

In this, the Americans were lucky. Their position on the first day was precarious and Shibasaki’s death meant the Japanese defence became uncoordinated and prevented them from mounting a counterattack on the first night. They did sneak men onto the wreck of a freighter in the lagoon, from where they continued to rake it with fire. Strikes by aircraft on the freighter were inaccurate and often hit US troops. Friendly fire from both air and sea would be a problem throughout the battle for American forces.  

The Marines, with few of the flamethrowers and bazookas they would have in later battles, reduced the island pillbox by pillbox, often having to silence them multiple times as Rikusentai reoccupied firing positions thought eliminated by means of hidden trenches. The long wooden pier leading out into the lagoon would be the source of constant fire throughout the battle. 

It took 76 hours to take Tarawa. Slightly over three days of small unit fighting, men rushing firing positions and pouring grenades and bullets through openings. Frontal attacks against pillboxes, or flanking attacks that exposed men to fire from another position in overlapping network of defence. Tanks, immobilised by mine or Japanese fire would provide support, but mostly this was a battle fought by the infantry at short range with rifle, sub-machine gun and grenade. At the end of it, 1,009 Marines of the 2nd Division had been killed and another 2,101 wounded - roughly 25% of the men landed on the island. 

687 more men were killed when the relatively small escort carrier USS Liscome Bay was torpedoed by a Japanese submarine off Makin. The torpedo detonated her magazine, and the resulting explosion blew her in half. The fireball rose a thousand feet in the air and debris fell on ships miles away.  

Of the Japanese garrison of nearly 5,000, 146 survived, 129 of whom were Korean construction labourers. The rest fought to the death, or were simply denied the opportunity to surrender, the Americans having learned on Guadalcanal that Japanese would often feign surrender in order to lull their enemies and kill them with bayonet or grenade. 

Life Magazine published photos of American dead floating in the surf of Tarawa, washed up on the beaches of Betio. The journalist Robert Sherrod, who had been on a Higgins boat and waded through the lagoon on the first morning wrote detailed dispatches for Time. The American public were shocked by the bloodbath on the atolls of Tarawa. One New York paper declared that the US should have used poison gas. Nimitz received letters from bereaved families. “You killed my son on Tarawa,” a mother wrote. Nimitz read each of them and answered them personally, considering it his responsibility. The burden of command. 

The Japanese were told the defenders had been overwhelmed, but at such a cost to the Americans that it was to all intents a victory for the Japanese Empire, a lie habitually told after defeats. Midway had been a great victory in their press. 

Lessons were learned. Coordination between US land, sea and air forces improved. Invasion troops carried less unessential equipment and more ammunition and explosives. They learned to rely on supply from the sea. Future invasions had more amtracs available, of improved design, with more armour and more firepower. Napalm was introduced and used in staggering amounts, dropped from plane and shot from tanks to incinerate bunker and cave and kill the defenders within.

Japanese strategy leaned on the assumption that the Americans would not have the stomach for the fight. That the American public would not support the casualties needed to defeat them. They were wrong. Before long, papers in the US were warning of the need for America to steel itself, for Tarawa was a foreshadowing of future battles, on larger islands closer to the Japanese homeland. That the tiny, blood-soaked atolls of Tarawa heralded unprecedented carnage and butchery.  

In this, they were right. 

#ww2 #world war 2 #war is fucking awful #however bad you've imagined war to be it is much much worse #tarawa #wwii

[dystopiandramaqueen]

Osblaine Drive Thru:

*static* Order when ready 👂🏻

I want the S6 Osblaine. 🙏🏻

*static* Anything else? 💅🏻

Yea but can you like... put Nick and June PHYSICALLY together in the same place?

*bored voice* Ma'am, every Osblaine contains Nick and June content...

Yea but never TOGETHER!! 😡🤬☹️💔

*lights dim, a single spotlight illuminates the speaker. The orchestra softly starts playing the Nick x June theme song in a hopeful, major key*

What the fuck good is peanut butter if the jelly is in a different country?

I for one am tired of watching Osblaine suffer separately, imprisoned in cages they did not choose. Kept from the one thing that will cure their pain. Eachother!!!

I want an Osblaine 👏🏻P 👏🏻B 👏🏻J👏🏻

Nick x June smashed together between walls of sex cabins and safe houses

Walls as comforting as two thick slices of whitebread...

Safe and happy.

Existing as something NEW.

A FOUND FAMILY post apocalyptic sex addicted BAD ASS American rebel SPY power couple dystopian EMO goth punk DANGER DAYS Mad Max Walking Dead WILD FUCKING WEST road-trip fuck-fest baby driver EVIL COMMANDER Killing machine!

S6 Nick and June should be a 👏🏻 grilled 👏🏻cheese 👏🏻sandwich👏🏻

Neither ingredient is useable again after it bonds to it's perfect mate.

Both ingredients are forever changed by their partner.

They cannot go back to being separate.

*Static* One Osblaine, hold the distance, heavy on the healing.

*Static* Anything else? 💅🏻

*screamed a little too loud* 😭🥵🔥👀🖤

🔥🔥🔥EXTRA SMUT 🔥🔥🔥

👀 😅 and fluff! 😅 Extra fluff too. 😔

*Static heavy w annoyance* One 🔥dirty 👨‍👩‍👦 fluffy 🖤S6 Osblaine, 🙅🏼‍♀️hold the distance, 👩🏼‍❤️‍👨🏻 🫂heavy on the healing ❤️‍🩹🏥🚑

*bouncing excitedly* 💯😫🔥 THAT! YES! I WANT THAT 😭🥺😫

*Static* Pull around 🙄

#osblaine drive thru #osblaine #nick x june #nick Blaine

[gungieblog]

Paratroopers of Easy Company aka the Band of Brothers, at Berghof - Adolf Hitler's home in the Bavarian Alps, 1945.

As World War II wound down in the middle of the 1940s, the American troop known as Easy Company was sent to occupy Berchtesgaden, Germany, home to Adolf Hitler's private home - Eagle's Nest. Captured by the 101st paratrooper's unit, the Nest became a strange kind of home to the soldiers and a feather in the cap of the Allied Forces. Shortly after it was captured it became a command post until 1960.

It must have been surreal to sit and sip cocktails in a place once owned by easily the worst person on the planet. One of the soldiers of the 7th Infantry Regiment said of his time at the former home of Hitler:

We couldn’t believe what we saw. The walls were covered with shelves and the shelves were stocked with all kinds of wines, champagnes and liqueurs. The food bins were well stocked with a variety of canned hams, cheese and two-gallon cans containing pickles.

[achy-boo]

Name: Isolabella Duvessa Tsuki (Please call her Tsukii)

Romaji: Tsuki Duvessa Isolabella

Quote: "You can never trust someone with ill intentions.”

V/A: Minerva(Fairy tail but have a smooth but soft tone. It’s deeper when using her command voice or angry) [And that is in her English VA]

Lisa(From Genshin Impact and In Japanese)

Gender: Female (Tho she is mistaken as a male usually..)

Sexuality: She is proud Pansexual girl

Age: rn she is 18

Birthday: January 23rd (My birthday Twin)

Zodiac Sign: Aquarius

Eye color: Crimson eyes mixed with purple. (It’s a very pretty sight to see)

Hair Color: Burgundy with light purple gradient at the ends.

Height: Pftt. She’s is 5’5

Weight: 101 lbs

Race: Undead Vessel. She is also B-Asian (She is Japanese and African mix tho she had some Egyptian blood in her (Ask her father not her) )

Homeland: She came from Chicago

Family: She have 4’11 mother name Hanako Tsuki, a 6’1 tall African American man named Devon, 4 older brothers, 4 cousins, a demon uncle named Dixon and a childhood friend named Hideyoshi.

School Status and Fun Facts

Dorm: Sapphire Lake dorm

School Year: 2nd year

Class: 2-B

Student Number: No. 23

Occupation: A DJ and bartender after school. But she later got forced to join the host club by Night. (How? Tsukii don’t really know..)

Club: Light music club

Best Subject: History and flying

Favorite Color: Dark and pastel colors.

Favorite Food: Sweets,homemade food and some food that Jamil make for her

Least Favorite Food: Maggot cheese, Liver and bananas.

Likes: her alone time, reading, her music, spending time with friends, school, the night sky, playing her violin in the rain, rainy days, winter, her jobs.

Dislikes: Certain dorm leaders, Crowley, loud noises, losing her temper, being teased when in bad mood, Leona(it’s a love hate thing they both had..), Floyd(Do I need to explain why?)

Hobbies: She dance in the rain and play the violin.

Talents: She is a empathetic and room reader.

Nicknames: Tsu-Tsu(Night, Jeanne), Duv(Rare), Isa(Also rare), Little White rose(Uncommon)

Other Nicknames: Psycho(Family only), Darkness(Ace called her that when she just walk out of a dark room), Little Feisty(Leona when she punched him in the stomach)

Appearance and Personality

Appearance: she had long burgundy hair that had darkish purple ends, her eyes are crimson with a mix of purple. She had a light tan skin with a few scars here and there. But her signature items are a snowflake hair pin, her choker,headphones and her glasses.

Personality: Reserved, timid, and nerdy is what people describe Tsukii in her personality. She is very timid and reserved. It never helps since Tsukii is an ambivert(she leans more into an introvert side), She has walls around her heart so she won’t be taken advantage of. If you managed to break it, you will be intrigued to learn that Tsukii is actually one for the sweetest people in NRC way more than RSA and NRC. She will treat you like a friend or lover, she is fiercely loyal but this girl is from a dorm where it’s rebellious against the uniform rules. So..you can already tell how she is in uniforms..

𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒂

-Her UM is Spirits cries and hallucinations

-She does have glasses for both reading and school wise

-Never got used to praises and good compliments(Thus making her shyer than she already is)

-Got into fights sometimes

-Her working as DJ and the bartender is remain hidden from the NRC’s eyes and ears.

-Punch Leona in the face one time when she was in his dorm. (How she never got banned there confused everyone to this day…)

-Is multilingual but she haven’t spoke in any of the different languages in public.

#Tsukii #my persona #The First Vice Warden of Sapphire Lake Dorm

[seabreeze2022]

2023 Bahama Cruise, Part 28. May 12 Governors Harbor, Alabaster Beach, Eleuthera.

This is the chart blow up of Governors Harbor, to give you an idea of the area. Against advice on the chart and our friends who were here a couple of days earlier. We anchored inside the harbor. Our anchor dug in well, and we recklessly never dove it.

After a quick trip to the grocery store for a dozen eggs and another bottle of Coconut Rum. We walked around the harbor shore line. We visited the old cemetery near the water. It was well kept with some very old Grave Stones. Behind the cemetery was the St. Patrick’s Anglican Church, built in 1848.

Just around the corner from the church was this beautiful building. It is the “Haynes Library” built much later in 1897. Notice the huge concrete buttresses at the corners, facing 45 degrees from the building. The ones in the back go almost all the way up the second floor. This library was built to withstand a Hurricane. Hurricane Andrew came nearby in 1992 as a Category 3 Hurricane.

Cupid’s Cay makes the outer hook of the harbor. Not sure if it was a separate Cay originally or not as the name would suggest. But today it is connected to the mainland by a substantial causeway. Cupid’s Cay was the home of the first Bahama Parliament in 1736.

On Cupid’s Cay was the first U.S. Consulate to the Bahamas in 1789.

This is a hotel rental on the Cupid’s Cay. This reminds us of old Key West. We walked back to the dinghy and then moved to the boat for the night.

The next morning we did a quick walk through the better part of town. These were well kept up old houses that you can rent. Grounds were green with landscaping and well kept. Really reminds us of Old Key West.

This walk took us over the top of the ridge about 142 ft. high. The ends up going through a carved out are to keep it from being so steep. There was an cement cistern reservoir at the top to supply water pressure to the neighborhood.

From the top we could see both coast of the island. Once we finished this short walk it was back to the boat and move anchorages. Governors Harbor left a good impression with us. Part of it was like most of the settlements. Parts were going high class rentals. Lots of history in this town.

As always the few people we met were very nice and friendly. Apparently there are no snakes on this Island. The chickens and rosters have run amuck. The crowing starts early and is continuous for hours before daybreak.

This is Alabaster Bay. It is 6 miles north of Governors Harbor.

On Monday 13th, we hike 3.7 miles round trip. First across the island to the abandoned US Navy Base. Right turn and a 1 mile plus hike down the beach. Lunch at “The Deck” then continuing clockwise out to the Queen’s Highway and home.

In 1950 this USNavy Base was started as an experimental SOSUS (Sound Surveillance System) having 6 hydrophones deployed off shore. Then in 1958 it became a missile tracking site for US missiles launched from Cape Canaveral. Typical of USNavy bases on islands, they concrete the sides of hills to catch the rain water at the bottom. See photo above, there were several of these. The base was closed in 1982. During its tenure, usually only the Base Commander was actually in the military. The other personnel worked either for Pan American Airways (Pan Am) or Radio Corporation of America (RCA).

In 1957 the base became the Eleuthera Auxiliary Air Force Base (AAFB).

Being a sailor I can’t help but drag a large clump of net and floats up to the high tide mark. It would be a nightmare if you fouled your prop in the open ocean with something like this.

This is “The Deck”. A bar and grill on the oceanside. It is owned by Mark Robert a descendent of the original settlers at Hope Town Abaco.

Bacon Cheese Burgers in Paradise. We learned a new trick. When flies are giving you a problem, light a can of sterno. Even after you put it out they stay away for several minutes.

This is all the treasure we collected on the beach. The most prized of the different sea beans, is the “Hamburger bean” (front left).

It was a slow hike back to the boat after the huge lunch. Nancy cut my hair and beard. After a short recovery time from the lunch. We pulled anchor and sailed north to Hatchet Bay. We tried to out run some storms coming up from the south. Didn’t work out so well.

Using Standard WaterTribe rules. We reefed early. If reefing even enters your mind, then you should go ahead and reef (pull in) your sails. Since we did, the gust from the storm never materialized.

This very well could be a hairy entrance., it is 80 ft. wide and has rock cliffs. Large amount of current to get in and out of this small cut. We had 2 ft. swells and 12-15 kt. winds.

We came into the bay and put out a “Security call” on VHF announcing our entry into the bay. The mailboats and car ferries never say when they are approaching or exiting the harbor. We assume they have a VHF, but they seldom ever answer.

We entered during the top of the flood tide, so no current was evident. We put our anchor down in the north end of the harbor. Only 8 cruisers here. Three left the next morning.

S/V Sea Breeze, Alabaster Bay, Eleuthera, Bahamas.

#seabreeze2022 #seabreeze2023

[sandyhookhistory]

Folks, we don't usually continue into the comments, but we ask that you please read this in its entire "Forgotten No More - Commander James Jonas Madison, United States Navy" 100 Years Ago, Yesterday - (Mon) Dec 25 1922, the US Naval Hospital in Brooklyn, NY. 38 year-old US Navy Commander James Jonas Madison (Pic 1) closes his eyes for the last time. You've probably never heard of him. You probably don't know he's another kid from Jersey... and you don't know that he's a Medal Of Honor winner. James was born in Jersey City on May 20th, 1884, and served on ocean liners. Shortly after World War I broke out, he entered the US Navy Reserves, and was commissioned a Lieutenant on May 8th, 1917; in December he was promoted to Lieutenant Commander and given command of the 5,100 ton USS Ticonderoga (Pic 2), a German cargo ship siezed and pressed into US Service. A series of routine Trans-Atlantic crossings followed. Sep 22nd, 1918, she left New York Harbor and passed Sandy Hook for the final time. 8 days out, and straggling behind her convoy with engine trouble, she was jumped by the surfaced German submarine SM U-152 (Pic 3) who has sunk or damaged 19 Allied ships. For over 2 hours, they fight one hell of running gun battle at point-blank range. The Americans put up a terrific fight, but U-152 turns Ticonderoga into swiss-cheese, wounding or killing nearly all 237 men onboard, including Cdr. Madison. Gravely injured in the first salvos, he stays in command until the ship gets ready to sink from under him; he sits in a chair on the bridge when he can no longer stand. Finally giving the order to abandon ship, he collapses unconscious from blood loss and is hand-lowered into a life-boat. USS Ticonderoga goes to the bottom, taking 213 Officers and Sailors with her, the greatest loss of life for the Navy in the whole war. Only 24 men survive, including Madison. Hailed as a hero, he is promoted to full Commader in 1919, and awarded the Medal of Honor. (Full text of citation in 2nd comment) (Continued Below in 1st Comment) (at Fort Hancock, New Jersey) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cmp5woqNc_B/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[wickedanddeadly]

Mason Sawyer's Bio

" I believe in good old American values, like unlimited growth. But it's like I always say - if you want to win, then you got to be the shark. And a shark's got to eat. "

Leviathan - There are things much older than souls in Purgatory. They were created by God long before He created angels and humans. However, God became concerned that the Leviathans would "chomp the entire petri dish" so he locked them away in Purgatory, which he created for the express purpose of imprisoning the Leviathans. With Lucifer imprisoned in a cage, Hell began to get over run by monsters so Purgatory then became the place where all monsters go when their tickets been punched.

Leviathans, also called the Old Ones, were primordial creatures from the sea, that through evolution, became able to possess other creatures to survive on land. Leviathans pre-date the creation of humans and angels, as well as the soul itself. They would also pre-date any beings with souls, such as Alphas. They are the First Beasts that were created by God, preceding many of his other creations.

The Leviathans have sharp teeth within an expanding jaw and possess a bifurcated tongue. As shapeshifters, Leviathans can mimic a particular human being following simple contact with one, or they obtain any type of DNA from a person, from skin cells to strands of hair. They can copy a human so perfectly they have access to that person's thoughts and feelings, and even insanity. When wounded they bleed black goo.

They prefer to feed on human internal organs – sometimes with cheese, and they are not averse to cannibalism – called bibbing, one of the very few ways to truly kill a Leviathan. Other methods of bibbing involve literally placing a bib on a Leviathan and then he or she eats themself until nothing is left – except a goo-stained bib. This is one of the only known methods of eradicating a single Leviathan for good. But no Leviathan will follow said orders unless it is their leader that gives the order.

The Leviathan tablet reveals the way to stop them:

"Cut off the head, and the body will flounder. Waste not thy time nor your breath upon the Leviathan herd. Point thy blade at the heart of their master, for from him springs all their messages. Leviathan cannot be slain but by a bone of a righteous mortal, as light and good as the Leviathan are hungry and dark, washed in three types of the blood of the fallen: a fallen angel, the ruler of fallen humanity, and the father of fallen beasts."

Mason Sawyer was second in command up until the moment Dick Roman met his end with a group of hunters, this sprang Mason forth as the Leviathan’s new Master and leader. He quickly established his dominance over the other Leviathans and began his master plan to convert all humans into livestock for the Leviathans to slaughter and eat.

Since his escape from Purgatory Mason started a false alliance with many monster leaders so they would not interfere with his plans. After that he continued to lead his plans as well as buying many other companies, striving to cure cancer, and funding several archaeological digs.

Mason shows himself as charismatic and friendly to the human world. However, his own kind and those who know him to be a Leviathan are aware that Mason is ruthless, and commands both fear and respect. All other Leviathans are terrified of him, as he is the strongest and most powerful of them all, and any failure he punishes by bibbing the Leviathan (making the creature eat itself, one of only two ways to kill them). Once he even ate another Leviathan himself for his failure. The only things he really cares about are the Leviathans, or, more specifically, high-ranking Leviathans. He is very hierarchical and obsessed with those at the top. He does reward his henchmen Leviathans when they successfully achieve his goals.

Like all Leviathans, he views all other species (demons, vampires, monsters, etc.) as lower beings, and considers humans nothing better than food, although he does consider some human inventions, such as the gun, as "cute" and seems to have some respect for some humans who make great achievements.

He is also somewhat masochistic and takes things such as Borax, which his kind finds agonizing, as enjoyable.

As of December 2021: Mason has been in Santa Carla for a number of years, as he is the mayor of the murder capital. The non-human members of the city council are aware of his true nature, but fearful for their lives, and dare not to defy him in any way.

Powers & Abilities

Can kill angels – Leviathans can kill angels by forcing their fists into the angel's chest, causing black ooze to purge the angel from the inside. Enhanced senses Flight – In Purgatory Leviathans can fly through the air in the form of meteors of black ooze that crash into the ground and take on a humanoid form. High intelligence – Many of the Leviathans are known to possess vast knowledge on almost all the world's secrets, including the ability to cure cancer among other diseases. Their intelligence also allows them integrated seamlessly into society, making hunting them extremely difficult. Invulnerability – Leviathans are extremely resilient, surviving multiple shotgun blasts with silver buckshot or taking a shot to the head at point-blank range. They are immune to an angel's power and most weapons devised by mankind. However, this immunity to angel power appears to only come into play if the Leviathan is expecting the angel to attack. Possession – Leviathans can possess any human they encounter through their fluid form, be it through physical contact or a human drinking it. This person becomes their physical embodiment of sorts. These shells bleed black ectoplasmic looking blood when injured and can reshape their jaws to display long sharp teeth and a two-pronged tongue. Regeneration – Leviathans can heal themselves of any wounds incurred. Even if decapitated, their heads will be able to find their way back to their bodies and re-attach itself. Shapeshifting – Once a vessel is taken, they can reshape it into any human form they touch. They require only a fragment of DNA to transform into a person - even lost hair will do. They can also absorb the memories of anyone whose form they take, much like a shapeshifter. This ability extends to absorbing a victim's mental state as well. Super strength – They are shown to possess greatly enhanced strength – Leviathans predate angels, demons, and all other monsters, which allows them to overpower them easily.

Weaknesses

Borax – Leviathans are highly susceptible to materials that contain the chemical compound borax (sodium borate) such as household cleaning products. Contact with their skin results in an instant burning effect that can reduce them to charcoal-like husks following prolonged exposure. A Leviathan will eventually heal from the effects, though the length of time depends on the severity of exposure. Mason is less susceptible to the chemical, healing nearly instantly after a borax bomb blew up in his face. Beheading – Removing a Leviathan's head disables them temporarily. But unless the head is kept far away from the body it will re-attach itself. The combination of burning them with borax and then beheading them and separating the head and the body appears to be the easiest method of indefinite dispatchment, assuming the head has no way of finding its way back to the body or if any surviving Leviathans can locate the head as well as the rest of the remains. Blood of the Fallen – The Leviathan tablet states that a Leviathan can only be killed by a bone of a righteous mortal soaked in the bloods of the fallen. The bone must come from someone as light and good as the Leviathan are hungry and dark. There are three fallen whose blood is required - the first of these is a fallen angel. The other two fallen are the ruler of fallen humanity (Lucifer) and a father of fallen beasts (an Alpha). Once this weapon is assembled, the Leviathan only needs to be given a fatal blow to be killed, but it can result in those nearby being pulled to Purgatory with the Leviathan. Cannibalism – Leviathans can be killed by another Leviathan eating them. A Leviathan can even eat itself, a self-cannibalistic process referred to as "bibbing." Rigid hierarchy – The Leviathans rely heavily on having one all-powerful leader to give them instructions and conduct their master plan. If he dies, they fall apart completely and revert to a state of disorganization. Witchcraft – Leviathans show susceptibility to witchcraft, which can incapacitate them temporarily.

Basic Stats

Height: 5'10" Hair: Black Eyes: Dark Brown

Relationships

Paul ( A Old Friend From Purgatory ) Face Claim - DJ Cotrona

#✷✷Bio✷✷[Mason]✷✷ #✷✷Bios✷✷

[everythingpuddle]

Do you think the magical universe has like... winter holidays? Like Christmas and Chanukah are religious but Kwanzaa (it's only an American thing but anyway) for example is cultural. Are there religions and/or cultures in the magical universe which would have winter holidays? Or are there commercial holidays (kind of like how Christmas is quite commercial even if its roots are religious)? And with so many planets would holidays even line up for like a winter break? I'm just curious if you have thoughts on this. Sorry if this is incoherent I have not slept well this week and my command of the English language is failing

It made perfect sense to me so either you wrote it just fine or we are the same level of sleep deprived.

So I do think that pretty much every planet (save maybe Solaria) has some sort of mid-winter holiday. Reason being that a lot of earth cultures have something around the solstice as a way of stopping everyone from getting too depressed in the cold and dark of winter.

Since I’m working with the premise that the people of the magical universe are functionally the same as earth humans I’d say that each planet developed their own ritual to keep the seasonal depression at bay.

That said, I think there’s a wide range of different traditions and meanings to the holiday period on each individual planet. I headcanon that it’s very winter sports based on Zenith (ice skating, skiing, snowboarding, curling etc), whereas on Lynphea it’s much more focused on food and family (the upper classes will have a lot of fancy dinners with cheese and wine, whereas the working class will have a communal dinner with friends, family and neighbours that’s almost completely plant based).

I’ve also just decided that Magix created a universal calendar that everyone sets their dates by just for my convenience 😅

#asks #trouble clef #winx #winx club #headcanon