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yazthebansheek · 25 days

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Some basic things about my Creepypasta au!

Ask me or the creepypastas anything! PLEASSEEE I NEED SOMETHING TO DO WITH MY LIFE 😭💀

Ships:

Jeff the killer x Eyeless Jack

Candy Pop x Jason the Toymaker

Jane the Killer x Mary Vaughn

Bloody Painter x Puppeteer

Nathan the Nobody x Ciara

Suicide Sadie x Roadwalker

Clockwork x Nina the killer

Nurse Ann x Dr. smiley

Pinkamena x Rainbow factory

lulu x the skroll

Homicidal liu x Hannah the killer?

Ben drowned x Lost silver

Luring Lyra x Kate the chaser

Candy Cane x April fools?

Masky x hoodie?

Weeping Forest x Ally SlenderDoll

I don’t know a lot about marble hornets btw so…. :’)

Pasta groups:

circus pastas: Papa Grande, Jason the Toymaker, Candy Pop, Candy Cane, Laughing Jack, Laughing Jill, Puppeteer, Nathan the nobody.

The killerz: Jeff the killer, Homicidal Liu, Asylum Nancy, Nina the killer, Clockwork

The girls: Jane the killer, Nina the killer, Clockwork, Sally, Suicide Sadie

These people idk what to call them: puppeteer, Bloody painter, Zero, Nurse Ann, Judge Angel

Slender family: slenderman, Splendorman, Trenderman, Offenderman, Surrender, Slendrina.

The monochrome crew: Zero, Laughing Jack, Puppeteer, Kagekao, Hobo heart.

The doctors: Nurse Ann, Doctor smiley, Doctor pain, EJ.

The dumbass trio: Jeff the killer, Ticci-Toby, Ben drowned.

Slendrina is Slenderman’s daughter. Lazari lives with Sadiya and Puppeteer.

Puppeteer doesn’t really work for slenderman nor Zalgo. He’s just there honestly lol

Homicidal liu lives by himself in a cabin in the woods.

Jane and Mary live together

Slender’s main proxies:

Masky, Hoodie, Ticci-Toby, Weeping Forest, Kate the chaser, Ally SlenderDoll, Rogue.

Zalgo’s main proxies:

Sonic.exe, Dr. locklear, Mr. Wide mouth, Stripes, Dark link, The Skroll, glitchy red, Jane Arkensaw

Boys:

Jeff the killer (Jeffery Woods)

Ben drowned (Benjamin Lawman)

ticci-Toby (Tobias Rodgers)

masky (Tim Wright)

hoodie (Brian Thomas)

eyeless jack (Jack Nyras)

laughing jack

Lost silver (Gold)

Papa grande

herobrine

Dr.smiley

Homicidal Liu (Liu Woods)

hobo heart

Jason the toymaker (Jason Meyers)

Vine the dollmaker

julius the dressmaker

Candy Pop / Night terrors

X-virus (Cody)

Smile dog

Nathan the nobody (Nathan Lux)

Puppeteer (Jonathan Blake)

Bloody Painter (Helen Otis)

Kagekao

Wilson the Basher

Girls:

Jane the killer (Jane Richardson)

Sally Williams (Sally Maryam Williams)

Nina the killer (Nina Hopkins)

Judge Angels (Dina Angela Clark)

Lulu (Lucile Tiffany gracefield)

Nurse Ann (Ann Lusen Mia)

Clockwork (Natalie Ouellette)

Laughing Jill

Candy Cane

Zero (Alice Marie Jackson)

Suicide Sadie (Sadie Marie Bennett

Roadwalker (Zayner Nanook)

Jane Arkensaw

Nula

Mary Vaughn

Ally the Slenderdoll (Adeline Abendroth)

Weeping forest (Jennifer Ryhnes)

Rouge (Heather Marshall)

Lilly the Jester

Ms. P (Ms. Pencilneck)

Stripes (Eloise Sarah Bellarose)

Sadiya

Lazari (Lazari Natalie Swann)

Lifeless Lucy (Lucy Jones)

Lily Kennett

Ellison Burns (Ellison Wright)

Rose (Rose Fairen)

Elizabeth Vazquez

Anna (Anna Schurks)

Kate the chaser (Kate Milens/Hayes)

April Fools

Emra

I feel fantastic / Tara

Hachishakusama

Kuchisake-Onna

Sadako (Samara Morgan)

Kayako

Hanako-San

Yuki-Onna

Beings of the forest… (That hold a lot of power)

Zalgo

Slenderman

Splendorman

Offenderman

Trenderman

Slenderwoman

Hachishakusama

Candy Pop (Mostly Night Terrors)

Zalgo’s Family:

Sadiya

Lazari

Stripes

Kaidy

Senora

Cynthia Ezelle (My oc)

Realms (Within the slender forest and such)

The Slender Forest Itself

The slendermansion

Homicidal Liu’s Cabin (In the slenderforest)

Granny’s house

Slendrina’s Mansion

Zalgo’s territory and base.

Roadwalker’s clearing

Sadiya’s house (Puppeteer, Sadiya, and Lazari)

The old abandoned Hospital

Jason the toymaker’s realm

The Abyss (Candy Pop’s realm)

The Mindscape

The lake

Cynthia Ezelle’s house

The old abandoned treehouse (Slender proxy Base)

The Circus Realm

Please dear god ask me something😭 I’m too lonely and bored man 💀💀💀

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sanityshorror · 6 months

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Ooo more Killian and Negan relationship HCS? (I really loved the idea of Negan being one of Killian's child)

AHH THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS AND I'M SO GLAD YOU LOVE MY SILLY HCS OF MY BELOVEDS!!! That reminds me, I am meaning to start an illustration of them together tomorrow. I want to draw something based on an HC I have, actually 👀 okay, sooo, more Killian and Negan HCs! Just a reminder that my Negan HCs are all based on the comic, not the show! And yes, Negan is absolutely one of Killian's children IT'S MY HC DON'T TRY TO STOP ME!!😂

Negan's last name is Lynch now PFT.

The only single person capable of wrangling Negan is Killian, change my mind.

Don't let them drink together AND DEAR LORD KILLIAN DON'T GIVE NEGAN COCAINE 😨 [ACTUAL FOOTAGE, NOT CLICKBAIT!]

Mfs definitely have duals with their weapons, Lucille (Negan's barbwire bat) and Bethany (Killian's hardwood cane that's embedded with glass shards on one side).

They definitely have gotten into fights before and beat each other with their respective weapons.

Feel like Julius has gotten knocked out by getting accidentally smacked in the head by both weapons at once....(don't feel bad for the shit head, he deserved that.)

Killian and Negan both have a soft spot for children in their canon, but also have no idea how to behave and act around children... Definitely not babysitters but...eh, at least children are extra safe from any predators if Killian and Negan are both there. (Downside is the children would probably be given weed brownies by Killian...)

THE FUCKING UNGODLY FUCKING AMOUNT OF FUCKING GODDAMN FUCK FUCKING SWEARING BETWEEN FUCKIN THESE DAMN TWO FUCKIN ASSHOLES. 😭

God help anyone who they team up together to insult 💀😭

It's interesting to ponder how their canons would cross paths🤔 then again, Killian is a 4th dimensional being in his canon, meaning he can travel through time like space. Therefore could likely visit a multiverse? It would be hilarious to see him fighting zombies I cannot lie💀😭 Negan constantly sweats in fear because of the dead body factor with Killian💀

#killian lynch #negan #the walking dead #the man with the scarred neck #negan hcs #Killian Lynch hcs #negan smith #the crossover we NEED 🤞

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blorbologist · 6 months

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Caaaan I be cheeky and go Trick Trick Treat (to the beat of Duck Duck Goose) and As Many De Rolos As You Feel Like Including?

Not sure if I quite pulled that off, but that'll be your call to make ;3

“Ow! Fuck! What the hell - stop fucking - ow - Ollie!!”

“Language,” Vesper chides, poking at Whitney’s ankles with her cane without breaking her stride. “And stop fucking pulling her hair, Oliver.”

“You swore too! I’m gonna tell mum!” Littlest Cassandra - a knight this year - giggles, tidying Whitney’s fairy pigtails.

Oliver sulks, jack-o-lantern basket swinging as he stomps a few paces ahead. There’s chatter as the three slightly more well behaved kids chatter, discussing classmates’ costumes and candy hauls and optimal routes, before Oliver eventually can’t resist and slows to join them.

Julius is perfectly content to let his sister handle the siblings. He and Vesper are definitely too old for trick-or-treating, but once the littles are tuckered out, they can drop them on the doorstep and take off to the nearest Halloween rager. Not like he hasn’t been pregaming it - his jack-o-lantern has a smile of brown glass and slooshes like it’s about to vomit.

Oh, he could be there now - already - swimming in a sea of sexy nurses and sexy lady CEOs and sexy sexy sexy, while Vesper and her friends binged old Halloween classics. If not for his wonderful middle brother.

Percival ‘too old for Halloween’ de Rolo got to skip out on this delight of being an older sibling by citing a project due tomorrow in his morning class. For the record, the nerd never leaves anything to the last minute. It was deliberate, Julius would swear on it.

Vesper thwacks his ankle. Julius glances up - it didn’t hurt thanks to the fireman boots - to see her frowning.

“Where are we?”

A quick glance at the streetsigns answers him - though understandable Vesper can’t read them with her black shades. It’s getting awfully dark, and more lamps are unlit than not for the Halloween atmosphere. “Academy Lane? The Soltryce is at the one end. Dad has a lot of friends that live here.”

It’s definitely the sort of neighborhood Julius is familiar with - gated snaking driveways, walls mimicking castle architecture, the self-importance of the nouveau-riche.

Nothing can beat an actual fucking castle, though.

Vesper frowns, adjusts her tie. “Mhm. I don’t see many pumpkins out. We should turn back.”

“One more and we’ll get to the car,” Julius promises. Cass is flagging anyways, not helped by all that aluminum platemail. She’ll be begging for bedtime soon.

But there is a pumpkin on this porch - two, actually, a horribly ugly pair - so Julius ducks past the toothy open gate and keeps an eye on the hooligans. At least they’re having fun.

Never would he admit it, but Vesper has a bit of a point. It’s creepy - the tamed and trimmed trees look like manicured hands, backlit by faint light from the road and sick pale gold from the mansion. Despite how well-kept the place is, it’s crawling with vines. Trying to pick a late-season flower from one is a mistake - Vesper turns when he yelps.

“Just a thorn,” says Julius. When she’s not looking he presses his thumb to his lips, to swipe off the blood.

He and Vesper pause two-thirds the way to the house just as Cass reaches the front steps, Ludwig hushing the twins so she can catch up and be ready to yell with them. Whitney insists on ringing the bell - echoed down the drive, the sound makes Julius shiver. It’s getting cold.

The door swings open, delighted to see them, and the children just as delighted.

“Trick or treat!” hollers the host of little monsters. Everything looks less scary by the light: Cass is a little knight, and the imposing owners of the home are familiar faces with candy at hand.

“Oh, Lady Briarwood!” Julius calls, relieved. “What a surprise!”

Her smile glows just as the jack-o-lantern’s does. “What a pleasant surprise indeed.”

🎃Trick or Treat! Send me an ask and you'll get a trick (angst) or treat (fluff) ficlet in return! 🎃

#critical role #tlovm #cr fanfic #de rolo family #cassandra de rolo #julius de rolo #vesper de rolo #we're 2/2 on briarwoods being creepy antagonists to the de rolo kids so far lmao

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sunnixsunshine · 8 months

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Vatican Cityyyyyy!!!!!!!!!! 🇻🇦he’s real and he’s old :)

Vatican City State // Stato della Città del Vaticano // Status Civitatis Vaticanæ

Giovanni D’Amico • he/him • February 11, 1929 • 1,642 years old (71 human years)

Originally born around 380 AD when Christianity was made the empire’s official religion by Emperor Theodosius. Would later, in 754 AD by the Donation of Pepin, be known as the Papal States until year 1870. Finally, in 1929, he would be known as Vatican City.

Vatican City is a multifaceted elderly man. A loving and strict father, one who prefers tough love over a soft and gentle touch— he’s honest about the world and it’s struggles, even to children, and doesn’t sugar coat it when someone needs to be straightened out/intervened. He’s a devoted catholic who was ordained in 1961; if you ask him why he didn’t become a priest earlier, he’ll avoid answering, starting a brand new conversation all together or just walking away without a word. He has his reasons. Don’t underestimate him, however, because of his charming smile and kind air, he can be pretty cunning and even manipulative when he wants to be. His father was the Roman Empire after all.

Vatican City gets along with most people he meets and is pretty optimistic most of the time, much like Veneziano is. But he can lose his temper, or be in frequent bad moods, over small inconveniences in similar ways to Romano. Unlike the boys, he has a very close personal relationship with Switzerland— meaning he can walk onto his property uninvited without being shot at or chased out. This is due to their history since 1506, when Pope Julius II asked the Swiss to provide protection during the Italian Wars.

His relationship with the boys are actually newly built. Before now, his longest and closest interaction with the boys was when they were children. So having more time with them now is a little out of place to Vatican City when last he saw them was when they were teenagers and now they’re fully grown adults. It is still a little difficult to remember that oh yeah Veneziano is no longer a toddler, I shouldn’t be babying him like this. Romano isn’t some kid anymore either, he’s old enough to make his own decisions now. They’re still his kids though so of course he’ll baby them sometimes. His relationship with Seborga is the same as the Italies’— although the boys have noticed he treats Seborga with a softer hand than he did when they were kids. Like Rome often did, he shows favoritism. And Seborga is “allegedly” his favorite.

He walks with a limp, which many are unsure how it was obtained, some assuming it’s France’s fault when he lived in Avignon and jokingly shun him for kicking such a “harmless kind soul”. The real reason he limps is because of a humiliating trip he took down a flight of stairs in 1312, a story he plans to take to the grave. Vatican City uses a sleek wooden cane, however it’s more for the aesthetics than for practical use.

Vatican City claims to be extremely humble and honest, but he does pride himself on his continuous unwavering faith. He doesn’t brag about it though. …..Not often. He’s always looking out to help those around him, however he isn’t actually that good of a listener so sometimes he can totally misread the situation and apply the wrong fix/advice. He’s got a bigger mouth than he does ears.

Hobbies:

Reading

Just barely keeping the house plants alive Gardening

Cooking

Notes :)))))

I made him old as a contrast to the Italies— wanted him to stand out and seem wiser than them without actually being wiser because let’s face it. None of these fuckers are very smart. I can’t decide specifically when he ages so rapidly like this, but I am leaning towards the mid 1700s. He does appear much older than Rome, who, when he fell, was roughly 55-65 human years in appearance(in my headcanon). Also, if I remember correctly, Hima did describe how he thinks Vatican City would look— old and grouchy— which I didn’t remember until like. After I finalized this design 2 years ago 💀 which is awesome! We need more grouchy old men nations! Wrinkles are hot too! /j? even with the grouchiness, I really wanted him to be more like Veneziano, so I kind of split it in half, VC sharing traits with both the Italies.

Final side note that I couldn’t make fit above— yeeeeeah he’s kind of homophobic but at least he’s the type to not voice his disapproval so loudly or tries to force his opinions on others. He kind of just awkwardly and uncomfortably leaves the situation or starts a new conversation if you bring up being queer. Its the topic he’ll avoid, not the person. He’s not transphobic tho, even if he does misuse pronouns sometimes. Well he doesn’t understand nonbinary or genderfluid identities. He’s….. he’s trying at least. I think he actually forgets Romano is a transman though— “My daughter? I have two sons- oooooh yeah. That- no I have two sons now.” Also he’s celibate. Has been for many many years, even before he was ordained.

Please correct me if I got any historical or otherwise facts wrong!

#hetalia #hetalia fanart #hetalia oc #hws vatican city #oc: vatican city #hws veneziano #hws north italy #hws san marino #oc: san marino #hws romano #hws south italy #hws seborga #hws switzerland

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o-craven-canto · 5 months

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Ea, Our Second Chance (16)

16. Ean heraldry

(Index)

(< 15. Dissection of trepangfish)

(original page)

« ... He doth bestride the narrow world like a Colossus, and we petty men walk under his huge legs, and peep about to find ourselves dishonorable graves. » – Cassius, in William Shakespeare, Julius Caesar, Act I, Scene II

« As the Romans knew well when they spoke of virtus, or the troubadours of valor, the worth of the sovereign is the same as his strength. Weak leaders terrorize their subjects, because they fear them; strong leaders want their people to walk with straight backs and eyes held high. Weak leaders keep their subjects quiet, because they have many mistakes to hide; strong leaders do not fear the truth. Weak leaders make their subjects work with the cane and the lash; strong leaders are served out of love. » – emperor Charles Saïd, A House Built on Sand

« There once was a fellow named Chuck / who was poor, ugly, and [redacted]-out-of-luck / He couldn't get laid / so he became king instead / just so he could find someone to [redacted] » – seditious rhyme of probable Pandavan origin, registered by the municipal police of Carcassonne, circa 310 AL

« One of Caesar Saïd's most ambitious accomplishments was the creation of a whole iconography from the ground up. Immediately after the Peacemaking Wars, he faced the need to strike a careful balance between the continuity of tradition with the culture of Earth, and the novelty of an empire of which he could be credited as true founder and maker... He would eventually resolve in favor of using organisms from this world, as popular choices from Earth's cultures such as eagles, lions, and bears meant little to the vast majority of his new subjects... Although it's interesting to notice that most of Saïd's heraldic beasts are in fact natives of Inanna, closer in location to the bureaucratic dreariness of Landing Point than to the fable spires of Montsalvat, but in the position of making the deepest impression upon the first generations of settlers.

... The springbear is an obvious symbol of overwhelming power. Like Hobbes' Leviathan, it can crush anything under its weight... As noted in Belvedere's recent work, it also represents an explicitely masculine incarnation of strength... Two charging springbears form visually the supporting columns of Saïd's personal coat-of-arms, strength channeled for the benefit of the Kingdom. The fact that no species of springbear is native to the Ninkasi Land does not lessen its significance anymore than the local lack of lions or, for that matter, unicorns lessened that of the British coat-of-arms on Earth.

... The colossal anzu-bird, which Saïd made a point of hunting personally in his harpoon-glider during his visit to Makka al-Jadida, justifies its own place in any heraldic system created on this planet... Named after the Mesopotamian harbinger of thunderstorms, the anzu combines extraordinary power and lightness, the qualities of an empire that must be at once immovable and dynamic; although at the same time its ungainly locomotion makes it extremely vulnerable on the ground... Its eye, in particular, caught the attention of poets and semiurges... ceaselessly staring at the blinding light of Utu, and nothing else, as the anzu fears no attack from above... The anzu-eye, as depicted for example on the chapels of Carcassonne and the ancestral shrines of Shangdu, is not merely a symbol of looking fearlessly into the sublime, but one that is purely an end in itself, with no need of practical justifications... In this sense it is contrasted with the anzu's olfactory flaps, distended in flight to detect food on the ground... In fact, the anzu is mainly a scavenger which, like Earth's vultures, uses its gliding capacity to cross the desert in search of carcasses, although it has been known to kill and eat living animals. The satyrical song "La Bravoure de l'Anzû", for broadcasting which Cyrus Yoshida was sentenced to sixty canestrikes in 266 AL, exaggerates its "cowardly" qualities, thus inverting its whole symbolic meaning...

... The honeybee was used by Napoleon and the early Mormons as symbol of industriousness and communal living (cf. the beehive structure of the townhall in New Zion)... In Ninkasi, its place is taken by the nest-building kirikits, who routinely risk their lives to gather food for their colony and defend it from predators. With their characteristic three hands and crude tool use, kirikits also add a connotation of intelligence that is lacking in bees... A colony of kirikits, almost two hundred members strong, is kept in the courtyard of the Imperial College in Mediolanum, making its nest on a grove of walnuts. The kirikit figures prominently on the College's paperwork...

... The use of the flute tree as symbol of pride and sturdiness is subtler, as it's not the whole plant, but rather the texture of its trunk that is used in heraldics... The peculiar "flute-bark" pattern (circles or ovals arranged in rosettes) is found on the ducal banners of Palmyra, the livery of land-based military officers, the porphyry paneling of the Ara Patrum... The apparent breaches or injuries in the trunk of flute trees are, of course, carefully crafted by nature to strengthen the trees, channeling the wind that would otherwise uproot them, and creating the lugubrious wail that resounds in the woods around Lake Svarog. This is exactly the trick employed by the architects of Palmyra for its high-rise towers, and by Sporean engineers for their arcologies, and serves as an excellent icon of resistance in the face of adversity.

... Saïd never quite justified his choice of the blue nova (Ouranthus cyaneus) as the Kingdom's official "flower"... It may have been a simple matter of personal preference. There are anecdotes about a young Saïd taking shelter in a grove of blue novae after being wounded in the Battle of the Sherida River... Richter has hypothesized a connection with the "Blaue Blume" of ancient German Romanticism, a symbol of longing and striving for the infinite, a fitting illustration of the motto Aut Caesar Aut Nihil... Less convincingly, Hrabe argues that the nine-fold symmetry of the plant-top might refer to the nine dukedoms of the Kingdom... »

– Theophilus Singh, Historical Compendium of the Celestial Kingdom, volume I, chapter IX, 276 AL

« I had a scaffold built just outside of Water's Edge [Byzantium], near where the river Sherida meets the waves of Rahab. The beauties of Ninkasi Land had fueled only corruption and debauchery for far too long an age [...] Three hundred prisoners, the worst criminals I could find in the long years of war, were brought there on open cars. Pirates, druglords, highwaymen, mobsters, terrorists, skilled in the crafts of murder, robbery, rape, and torture; those whose crimes were beyond pardon, those who could not be allowed to live in My Kingdom nor loosed upon other nations.

I had a theatre prepared around the scaffold. Nothing more than a few hundred folding chairs and fundamental facilities for the businessmen, the townheads, the landlords, and the scholars of Ninkasi. [...] Twenty by twenty the criminals went to the scaffold. My own black-gloved hand triggered the mechanism; they fell through the floor; the rope wrung their necks; and they died. Many of My men, who had suffered all manners of cruelties and indignities by their hand, regretted only that they would go so quickly to their final and greater Judge.

Other twenty came after, and then twenty more, until their whole number of three hundred was consumed. Some found some dignity in their final hour; some, who had never wept for another, wept for themselves; and some fell cursing God and Man, perjurying their innocence, and offering other, better lives in their stead. [...] Their bodies were buried on the shore under a great black stone, where good people still fear to tread. [...]

When the clocktower of Water's Edge struck one, I bade the witnesses rise. They would swear an oath of fealty to Me, and serve as My ministers and vassals, or simply My subjects; or they would leave the borders of the Kingdom forever, and forfeit any property they could not carry out within 48 hours. [...] A Joseon-born businessman, who had enjoyed much profit from the sale of unwilling services, said that I could not consider free an oath taken on pain of losing all of one's life's work. «Vae victis,» I responded; «It is only by My mercy that you are given this choice».

Four fifths of the present took the oath. The Europeans genuflected, the Americans saluted, the Chinese kowtowed, the Japanese bowed. All these gestures have the same meaning, and I accepted them equally. The rest was escorted to their homes to prepare their departure to our new borders. [...] My men, the children of Ninkasi, raised their guns, and thrice they cried as one: «Vive l'Empereur! Vive César Saïd!» A salvo of artillery made the distant hills tremble. The drone fleet traced My coat-of-arms in the skies.

Nine months later, the ground where Cutter's Bend once stood had been cleared of all contamination; and upon the basement of its ruins Montsalvat now glittered with marble and silver. There I kissed the hand of His Holiness Neophytus III; and there, after twenty-seven years of blood, sweat, and tears, the Titanium Crown finally rested on My brow. »

– Emperor Charles Saïd, quoted in Theophilus Singh, Historical Compendium of the Celestial Kingdom, volume III, chapter XIV, 279 AL

#speculative biology #speculative culture #scifi #worldbuilding #alien world #future history #my work #ea our second chance

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i-used-to-wear-the-fedora · 1 year

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All I Want For Christmas

"Oh. My. God."

"Not a fucking word Hartington."

"Now that's no way for one of Santa's little helpers to talk, is it?"

"Up yours sailor boy."

Working during the holidays at the mall sucked ass. Despite being as cold as fuck out, people swarmed the mall for last minute shopping. In-between shopping they'd stop at Scoops Ahoy for their seasonal Captain Peppermint special. When his break finally came around, Steve practically ran out of the store. He felt bad for leaving Robin alone to fend off the hoards of customers by herself but he couldn't take another second of the screaming children and their asshole parents. Grabbing an Orange Julius from the food court before wandering towards the Santa's Workshop to watch the chaos from a comfortable distance. Plus he remembered Mrs. Byers mentioning something about Hopper volunteering as a mall Santa this year and he couldn't miss something like that.

"Okay you little turds, one at a time on Santa's lap." A familiar voice called out near the gate surrounding Santa's chair. Looking past the line of excited children and their parents, Steve's eyes narrowed when he saw the blonde the voice belonged to and he had to bite back a laugh.

"Billy?!" Steve snorted loudly as he recognized his boyfriend. Looking up revealed it was indeed Billy wearing what Steve could only describe as a sexy elf uniform. Green short shorts, a red vest with a short stripped shirt underneath and candy cane leggings. Along with the little hat he was wearing that jingled every time his head moved, Billy was quite the sight. The boy's eye's widened as he saw Steve. Turning to his his coworker in the same uniform and saying something Steve couldn't hear before he stormed over to Steve. Grabbing him by the front tie of his sailor uniform and dragging the other boy away from prying eyes and ears.

This was how they found themselves in the corner by the bathrooms with Billy glaring at Steve who had yet to stop laughing.

"Oh my God, what the hell are you even wearing? I mean, it looks good on you but, what?" Steve laughed as Billy's face turned the shade of his vest.

"This was the only uniform they had left in my size." Billy muttered.

"This is the best day of my life." Steve giggled as he gawk at Billy. "So what made you decide to apply to the north pole?"

"Car broke down. Parts are expensive, didn't have the cash for it." Billy shrugged and Steve frowned.

"I could've gotten them for you."

"I'm not a charity case Harrington."

"No but you are my boyfriend." Steve replied.

"I guess." The blonde pulled the jingley hat off his head. "Just didn't want you seeing me in this stupid outfit."

"It's not stupid." Steve grinned as he pushed Billy back into the empty bathroom. "I think you're pretty sexy for an elf."

"You're only three inches taller than me." Billy replied, slightly annoyed. Not too annoyed to reciprocate the kiss Steve gave him. The taller boy wrapping his hands around Billy's waist where his thumbs hooked on the inside of the blonde's short shorts and began to pull down.

"Looks like Santa's not the only one packing today."

"Shut up and kiss me."

Steve was more than happy to comply.

#stranger things #fanfiction #stranger things au #steve harrington #billy hargrove #harringrove #steve x billy #christmas

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windermeresimblr · 11 months

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As Far As Dawn, 1.3

Excerpt from a letter of an unknown Roman in the campaign of P. Cornelius Scipio.

"...King Bileseton was unhealthy. I think it was that illness known in Greek as 'thalassemia.' He was not quite thirty, but already he walked haltingly even with a cane, his face lined like a man of fifty or sixty...

“...His illness manifested itself in frequent attacks of pain, such that his half-brother, Tarbantu (some by-blow of the late King Laurbeles by a Celt), had to lead the troops in the field, and his wife, a woman of the Sedanti, often ruled in his stead…

"...When he died, it was while having his tonsor trim his hair. He collapsed and fell, knocking over the chair he sat in. The tonsor had cut his scalp as he fell, but no more than to be a bald spot had he lived...”

“...Still, the man (quite reasonably) assumed he would be blamed–and he too collapsed. It’s like something out of an Oscan play…”

Author’s Notes

Bileseton is only appearing in flashbacks, because he’s very dead, I’m afraid. Laurbeles will not appear at all unless I really feel the need to recreate some past events.

The Celtic and Tartessian territories overlapped, according to some maps of Pre-Roman Iberia. I also created Tarbantu as a Celt for @schokokokatze (readers of Schoko’s stories may recognize him as Kuneris King’s Hound) and felt he might be a nice foil for Ultia.

His illness is supposed to be something in the sickle-cell family; I took inspiration for his sudden death from the way Gaius Julius Caesar (Julius Caesar’s namesake father) supposedly died very suddenly while lacing his boots one morning. In modern terms, Gaius Julius (and our Bileseton) probably suffered an aneurysm or a stroke. Unfortunately, even today, people can and do die from conditions related to the sickle-cell trait.

A tonsor (plural tonsores) is the Latin term for a slave that does barbering. Women’s hairdressing slaves are called ornatrices (ornatrix singular).

Oscan plays had a reputation for crude slapstick. I think that even the Oscans might have groaned and rolled their eyes at this turn of events.

While Iberian men tended to wear shorter tunics, I chose to give Bileseton a long tunic because he’s the king and deserves to be fancy.

Tarbantu’s outfit, surprisingly, is actually very close to an Iberian man’s outfit as described in Boucher’s “20,000 Years of Fashion.”

I’m still working on Ultia’s improved clothing (mostly adjusting her skirts and creating a good-looking chiton).

Credits

@danjaley, @greenplumbboblover, and Spladoum for the poses

Anubis360, EA, IfcaSims, and VenusPrincess for the hairs

All-About-Style, Danjaley, EA, Littlecat/Editsim, NaiyasFury, Pixicat, Rusty Nail, and Simlicious for the clothes

@simlicious and Sionelle for the patterns

EA, @murfeelee and Simalia for the buy mode items

Mammut for the wall and floor

#As Far As Dawn Verse #sim: ultia of the sedanti #sim: tarbantu of the tartessi #sim: bileseton of the tartessi #sims 3 story #sims 3 historical story #cw: death #cw: slavery mention

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unalivedblogger · 1 year

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Everyone forgot that with Julius birthday it was Vines birthday too :( could you make some hcs about that please?

With pleasure

Happy 60th Birthday Vine

DOB Dec 24th 1962

In his years of growing up he has hummed "Happy Birthday" to himself in an alley with Limonnik he bought and continued to until he finally had his shop.

Candypop yelled-sang happy birthday to him holding a box of different glass eyes of all colors except pink. In a small box he gifted a spiral bead cage necklace for the pink glass eye since it no longer is in his eye socket.

Julius may not see Vine but he definitely from afar respects his boundaries due to his past. He'll nod as a way of saying "Happy Birthday" as Vine nods back out of respect. Birthday twins ✨ Julius has gifted him a very good brand of dry shampoo and conditioner.

Jason and Vine may be competitive but holidays and birthdays is a free day pass of beef. He gifted him two hand crafted canes of Zebrano and Ebony. Due to the blindness of his right eye it is very beneficial for him.

Svetlana has made him Limonnik and gifted him clothing that she thought really suits his aesthetic. Not only was he grateful for everything but has cried when he was sung to rather him humming it alone.

He visits his parents grave and leaves flowers talking to them about how he wishes to reunite with them especially his father.

In his time in the psych ward he has definitely requested Limonnik and his necklace as a way to spend quality time on his special day with his father.

He has definitely cried once the party was over because he loves the idea of everyone being together like family.

#Vaughn Pavlovich Volikov #the dollmaker creepypasta #dollmaker #the dollmaker

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kkglinka · 1 year

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I'm responding to @sisterdivinium but their posts about Mother Superion are already really long, so I'll just do this separate. I too noticed that her habit resembled the Orthodox Patriarch, and her cane functioned as the crosier. But she's also still trapped in combat, still grieving, hence the black. Here's what I think is going on:

First, Suzanne's name is likely a reference to "Suzanne Take Me Down" by Leonard Cohen, which was adapted into a song. Just make sure you find the right "Suzanne" lyrics, else you'll be pretty confused. It's about a older famous performer past her heyday, who now shepherds the lost and forgotten, and how her actions parallel those of jesus, etc.

Second Jillian Salvius is the Young Bishop, which is another reason we always see her in white and blue. The first name is simply young or youthful, though also an indirect reference to julius ceaser. The surname, on the other hand, likely references a line of very early bishops, in particular Albi Salvius. He was a humble scholar who just wanted to hang out in his cell and do work. Instead, he was saddled with the responsibility of establishing a diocese and building the first church for new converts. Think of that scene where she's up on a pulpit, beseeching new believers, earnestly spreading what she believes is the truth. Then there's that church she accidentally built via the Christian Shepherd.

Hold those two factoids in the back of your mind.

Whether Jesus was real or a conglomerate of popular messiah stories of the time, and even though he was merely trying to reform his own religion away from increasing political corruption under Roman rule, his actions resulted in a new religion. His apostles were the first traveling priests, except for the Apostle of Apostles herself, Mary, who was denied that formal authority despite being the de facto head after her husband's Jesus's death. We see this usurpation of a woman's authority repeated with Areala when man speaks in her place, vowing fealty to Adriel, condemning the early OCS to his influence. Theoe early holy orders were often pretty in dependant actors, but we see that the OCS was fully enfolded and constrained over time. This usurpation is symbolized by the fact that Mother Superion, who heads a world-wide sect devoted to the worship protection of the Halo, must take orders from a lowly priest.

It is unjust. Moreover, it was foolishly careless on the Vatican's part to deem such a crucial sect, protecting a sensitive relic, so low on their totem pole of authority. It left it vulnerable to infiltration, to being manipulated by the lowest members of their clergy with no recourse to challenge a suspected traitor. Mother Superion was correct to admonish Duretti for his inattention. It's why Shannon kept vital information a secret, because she knew her superior would be powerless to act independently on that information, even though that lack of data put the surviving OCS at a huge tactical disadvantage.

Then we have the Conclave. It was not a meeting of the Holy Roman Pope and his subordinate Cardinals. It was a meeting of equals, various heads of various christian sects, who nominally bow to the pope in order to maintain peace. And Mother Superion was at the table with them, because that is her actual status. We are meant to see that Orthodox Patriarch beside her and realize, she is the OCS Matriarch; she is the head of an independant christian sect being held hostage by tradition. We are shown that Duretti is tacitly aware of the authority actually due her, when he temporarily endorses her right to speak.

Except, Jesus broke with tradition. He was an unruly construction worker turned prophet, who gathered a close group of devotees who chose his teachings over that of their original belief systems. One might argue that contention is the tradition, and we see that play out with Ava. All those obedient zealots before her, yet she's the one who communicated with a deity and thereby became a prophet. There's Beatrice playing Mary Magdalene, the one who witnesses the most amongst the other apostles. This endless cycle of Halo Bearer being martyred according to the official script.

This script can be symbolized by Michael, the pure, untarnished man-child, unfailingly offering himself as a lamb for slaughter in the temple. For naught. An empty sacrifice. It can be symbolized by Michelangelo's Pieta, in which the Church insists that the woman is Mary the Virgin holding her son, but Michelangelo was a scamp and there's a well-established school that believes it is Mary Magdalene, his lover and/or wife. The latter theory tarnishes the image. It reminds the audience that he was a 33 year old man, from a culture that expected marriage amongst adults with established careers, for its people's very survival. He was rebellious, argued and railed against his fate. He was executed as a political dissident, no different than so many others struggling against Rome.

If the show were to continue, then Ava's return would cause a public schism between the OCS and its congregation, and the Vatican. Because, as Ava pointed out, Jesus in-'verse was likely an alien like Adriel, or even Adriel himself on his first round, before he discovered Reya's betrayal and intention to have him killed. In which case, there is no ground for christianity. One must look further into the past, if searching for god. One must also have the Holy Matriarch, and her Young Bishop, to create a new "modernized" church, as the OCS inevitably goes public.

#fandom #warrior nun #warrior nun meta #mother superion #jillian salvius #ava silva

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0deadlypenny0 · 1 year

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Full name:

Anniko honekagua unkown

Creepypasta name:

None

Alias:

Unkown girl

No one girl

Evil

Karma

Family:

Unknown

Birthday:

Unknown

Birthdate:

February 14

Age:

220 (Demon years)

Gender:

Female

Pronounce(s):

She/them/it

Height:

5’7 (170.18cm)

Species:

Demon

Sexuality:

Pansexual

Power(s):

Teleportation

Mind manipulation

Telekinesis

Immorality

Weakness:

Unknown

Occupation

Karma

Killer

Birth place:

Japan

Current place:

London

Personality:

Cheerful

Sneaky

Cruel

Psycho

Careless

Type of pasta

Demonic being

Quote(s):

“You can’t kill me”

“Bye bye”

“Hahahaha, have you learned your lesson?”

“Hurt me I hurt who you love the most~”

Likes:

Dark humor

Taking revenge on people

Dislikes:

Bad people

Origin:

Anniko’s origin in completely unknown as she was once in Japan and then she woke up in Londo.

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zazzander · 1 year

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Breakdown of the options:

Before I start, Octavian would likely have a double barrelled surname. So one nomen + one cognomen. I'll note which are nomen and which are cognomen.

Julius Caesar (yu-lee-us kai-sar)- implies he's closely related to either Nero or Caligula, via a male line. Personally, I find it too "on the nose", it's not exactly an innocuous or forgettable last name. Certainly would raise more eyebrows than it does and you'd think characters would mention it, if only to laugh.

Augustus - I was obligated to add this, please everyone with me: THIS IS A TITLE. It's the name that emperors took when they ascended the throne. It's not going to be his last name. He's already named after Augustus, let's leave it at that please.

Julius Drusus - this is an alternative to the first option with a bit more subtlety. The inspiration comes from the name of Caligula's only daughter and favourite sister, Julia Drusilla, this is the masculine form.

Octavian / Octavius - while Octavius is a first name, Octavius can also be a surname! (It was Augustus' surname before Caesar adopted him)

Marcellus / Marcel - cognomen - I found this one in the Tumblr archives, it means "young warrior". It would definitely work if Octavian is also related to Mars.

Romilius - nomen - an old patrician name that sounds like Romulus. The English form "Romilly" also means "citizen of Rome".

Cornelius - nomen - an old patrician name that sounds fancy to the modern ear.

Cane / Canus - cognomen - "blonde"

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arclundarchivist · 2 years

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Spoilers for C3E36.

It is Simple, No.

It was an easy thing to say, and easy thing for him to do.

He stares at the shock flowing through this party of strangers Keyleth had set on his door step.

Sadness, anger, defiance, they throw it all in his face, but he’s long hardened himself to those emotions, as they had once consumed his every waking thought and haunting dream.

“Have you not lost anyone?” the faun Fearne asks, defiant tears in her eyes.

“I have lost almost everyone I have ever loved.” he snaps back, and their faces flash before his eyes.

His Mother and Father, blood spurting from their throats as Stonefell pushes into the room.

Julius screaming as Vedmir’s blade cut deeply into his back.

Vesper’s gasp of shock as Ander’s stabbed her in the chest, Cassandra screaming as their elder sisters grasp slackened and then fell away.

Oliver, Whitney, Ludwig, dragged away by a sneering Ripley and softly smiling Delilah.

Vax smiling, “Freddie...”

And he remember the irony of his next words in this moment but he does not care.

“Then you know how it feels.” Fearne snips.

“And, yet, you will notice they are all still gone.” he returns, leaning towards her.

“I will not have my children grow up in a world where she exists!” he snarls.

Ashton, something about him seemingly alike more deeply than what was on the surface, a broken man staring at him with barely contained rage.

“You are a small fish in a big, big pond. Make some waves.” he states, the last thing he truly wants to say to the young man.

He returns to his office, and finds Gwendolyn waiting for him, kicking her legs, and playing joyfully with the small toy Chetney had given her.

The apple of his eye, his youngest, and a reminde for all her gave to make sure that...creature would know the pain that he had.

His eyes flick to the mask hanging on high, the other reminder, at how close he went to slipping away forever.

His heart and his vengeance, sitting in one room, staring at him with judging eyes.

“Are you okay, father?” Gwen asks.

“Yes, darling.” he states, picking her up in his arms and sitting down.

New memories flash through his brain, of each of his children nestled into the crook of his arm. Vesper, Wolfe, Leona, Danny, his new life that he had set aside his weapons for.

His house was full of life and love once again.

And if anyone, for any reason, tried to take that away from him, through, malice, ignorance or grief.

He thinks to the chest hidden beneath his bed, the length passcode it takes to crack open the key, blue fabric and aged, but gleaming metal.

“What happened?” Gwen wonders.

“Someone...asked for something that I couldn’t give.” he returns.

“Why not?” Gwen asks, narrowing her eyes up at him.

“It risks too much.” he states calmly, hugging her tighter.

He can feel her eyes on him.

His mind flips about, taking stock of his defenses.

The pistol hidden within his coat.

His cane.

The weapons under the table, within the walls, atop the bookshelves.

If they did push to far, as he knew deep, deep down in his heart of hearts that they would. He would, he had, he had refused any bit of good sense in his own mission, and he and his fellows had pushed and prodded anything and everything during their day, willfully ignorant of the consequences.

If she did come.

Then he had Bad News awaiting her.

#critical role #critical role spoilers #cr laudna #cr fearne #cr ashton #cr percy #percival de rolo #delilah briarwood #gwen de rolo

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