#rename the fucking country after him

[mistergoddess]

🦐✨️🎉🌃🗽🥯

#nye in new yauch city bro feelin alright #this image really affected me deeply like you don't understand how perfect it was to see it when i did #he should be given holy status in every religion on earth simultaneously forever #rename the fucking country after him #im not joking in the slightest im dead serious #shitpost.txt #b boys

[trickstarbrave]

I will give you a shiny quarter if you explain Morrowind to me like I’m five (pretty please)

its is quite difficult given i dont know how complex of topics 5 year olds can understand. but i can try to explain it in the most simple way possible because i explain it regularly to one of my roommates and wife who do not understand elder scrolls lore at all. be warned: this is still gonna be long and weird bc the story is long and weird.

(also excuse the swearing i wouldnt swear like this to a 5 year old)

a long long times ago, some 3000+ years before the game actually starts, there was a dude named nerevar. he made friends with some dwarves (dwemer) who lived underground and united the whole country of resdayn (later renamed to morrowind) to drive out the nords who had taken over. he also had a rly cool ring named moon-and-star, which was magic and let you be really persuasive, but he also enchanted it to kill anyone besides him wearing it so it couldnt be misused. this is relevant later

well he married the queen almalexia and made a big council of important people mostly made up of his buddies. he called it the first council and important people on it were his bestie voryn, his wife almalexia, and two younger friends sotha sil and vivec, along with the king of the dwemer dumac and dumac's mage kagrenac (the dwarves use weird magic with sound. if i go into details this will get very confusing).

for like 200 years because elves live for a long time, everything was pretty alright.

but it turns out the nords were there for a reason. they were looking for the heart of a dead god. the god's name for the sake of the story is lorkhan, but different places call him different things like shor or shezzar. the nords worshipped lorkhan and wanted to bring him back or something (probably, or at least just find it because hey thats their guy). but after 200 years of peace the dwemer found it underground in a volcano they lived in. and kagrenac had an Idea

the idea was to build a really cool really powerful giant robot mecha god (because the dwemer were really steampunk) to protect them. and it would be powered by the heart lorkhan.

voryn, nerevar's bestie, ended up finding out about this and told nerevar "hey the dwemer are up to something weird". and nerevar went "huh? they are?" and went to ask his goddess, azura, who knows a lot of things. azura said "yeah they are. stop them. what the fuck" and so nerevar went to his other bestie dumac.

and nerevar told dumac "hey why the fuck are you building a giant robot god?" and dumac's reply was "nerevar what the fuck are you talking about?" and nerevar, being mad his friend was Lying to him (maybe dumac didn't know. we dunno) because he already had multiple people confirm they were in fact doing that, he told dumac their friendship was over and kicked him off the first council and they went to war.

the details here get fuzzy. the nords showed up and joined in. the dwemer had steampunk robots everywhere. cat people showed up because why not. there were orcs there too. it was a big clusterfuck and there were different accounts of what happened. some people say voryn was fighting alongside the dwarves. some say he was fighting with the nords. some say he was fighting alongside nerevar. its hard to tell.

but most accounts have one thing kind of in common that a lot of the fandom agrees on: kagrenac grabbed their three cool tools to control the heart of a god, banged on it really hard, and then every single dwemer (except for one who was on holiday) vanished in an instant. and everyone was pretty confused by that, not really knowing what else to do. they now had a giant robot, the heart of a god, and 3 tools to wack the heart with to make weird shit happen.

so nerevar, unsure, said "hey voryn watch the tools for me." and left voryn with the tools and the heart. voryn said they should just destroy the tools, but nerevar wanted a few different opinions before just chucking them in lava or whatever. but while he was gone voryn started fucking around with the tools and the heart to see what would happen.

nerevar asked his buddies. almalexia, vivec, and sotha sil said they can use the tools to help resdayn/morrowind. nerevar didnt know if that was a good idea or not, so he asked azura. azura said "fuck no, dont ever do that". so nerevar made his friends pinkie promise him on azura's behalf not to use the tools on the heart.

and then again the accounts get weird here. some say nerevar died in battle against the dwarves/nords. some say voryn killed him. some say his friends (almalexia, vivec, and sotha sil) killed him. but regardless nerevar and voryn died. almalexia, sotha sil, and vivec had the tools. and they decided to use them on the heart and became gods.

this pissed azura off. they pinkie promised. what the fuck. so she made all the elves that lived there into dark elves. almalexia, sotha sil, and vivec became known as the tribunal and said "we dont need you anymore azura fuck off" and became living gods who could help their people and preform miracles! though they needed to take the tools up to red mountain and recharge their batteries on the heart regularly. azura tells them "nerevar will be back one day and beat all your asses" and made a whole prophecy about it called the nerevarine prophecy (reincarnations get the name+'ine' tacked on in the elder scrolls)

also the tribunal destroy voryn's house/family, the sixth great house of morrowind, house dagoth. just destroy it all. kill a bunch of ppl and the others kinda go somewhere else if they lived. because they sided with voryn or whatever and were deemed traitors

a bunch of other shit happens. septim empire rises to the throne. vivec trades the not working robot to tiber septim who makes it work with a bootleg wish version of the heart of a god and takes over. more time passes. its now the third era and its been 3500 years.

the protagonist is a prisoner who is released from their sentence in morrowind because the current emperor wants to use the prophecy to keep a better hold on morrowind politically. the protagonist was chosen because part of the prophecy is being born under a specific astrology sign and not knowing who your parents are. which could be anyone but y'know.

so the protag/nerevarine has to do a bunch of shit and finds out through weird dreams, oh hey, voryn's back. he's calling himself a god and dagoth ur now. asking nerevar to call him back, go grab the tools, and come meet him at red mountain. also maybe get married to or hook up with him or something. nerevarine thinks that's weird and ends up finding out dagoth ur has also unleashed a plague onto morrowind which turns you into scary eldritch monsters. and then one of dagoth ur's minions infects you with it.

nerevarine finds a cure which makes you not go insane and not turn into a big scary monster. but leaves all the cool shit of "you cant catch any other disease" and "you will never age". the never aging and getting diseases thing was also part of the prophecy. cool.

then the nerevarine needs to go to the nomadic ashlanders who live up north where theres a bunch of ash (hence the name) and worship azura (and the two other og gods) and ask all four tribes to name them nerevarine. they all think youre stupid because an outlander (someone not born and raised in morrowind) cant be the nerevarine. but you find an original copy of the prophecy and go "nuh-uh, i can be" and also go find the moon-and-star ring only nerevar can wear. then they go "well shit" and have you go a bunch of quests and then decide you're cool enough to be nerevarine.

then the nerevarine goes and convinces the three great houses you can talk to (the other two are on the mainland) to name you hortator, which is a war lord/classic roman definition of dictator, and it was the title nerevar had. you do some stuff, kill some guys, boom--named hortator.

then vivec hears about this and calls you in and says "well i guess you are the one doing the prophecy huh. look i need you to kill dagoth ur he's dangerous. here's our plan, are you in? i can give you one of the tools of kagrenac, you need to get the other two from dagoth ur's goons, and then kill dagoth ur's weird brothers he has put his power into. then bang on the heart with the tools and cut him off". vivec then teaches the nerevarine how to use the tools.

you can also just like. kill vivec and take the tool. you wont know how to use it tho and if you use it wrong you will take so much damage you die really fast. if you do this you can go to the only living dwarf who also has that disease but hasnt lost his mind and ask him how to use it and he'll be like "UHHHHHH i'll see what i can. fucking do i guess. i didnt make this." and he'll jerry rig it for you.

then you can kill voryn's brothers or not (you'll need to kill at least 2 for the other tools) and then march up to red mountain. dagoth ur will then be like "yo. are you really nerevar?" and you can say yeah or no or idk. and then have a conversation. and then you fight. but after you kill him he's not really dead, so you gotta run up and start wacking that heart while he yells at you to knock it the fuck off. and then he's cut off from the heart, you run away, and he falls in lava and dies.

and then azura shows up and goes "hey thanks man i have some other shit for you to do though". after which you can do some other content or play the dlc.

thats morrowind baby

#morrowind #tesblr

[fireemblems24]

Scarlet Blaze Ch 13

Someone should've renamed this "backtracking, the plot."

MAIN STORY

I'm actually excited for this chapter because Ferdinand is the most interesting part of it.

Ok, so TWSITD didn't want to avoid unification (which I'm sure they either want or don't care about), but only caused the ruckus to try and take the Empire over.

She's . . . pink. Why is she pink? (some random Empire general)

Is it wrong to see Ferdinand's looks in the future when I see Aegir? Seems like baldness runs in the family. As long as he avoids that mustache . . .

Can someone remind me, did Edelgard not arrest Aegir or not kill him? Or did he run away.

Aegir kinda twisted. Insisting Ferdinand kills him. That's fucked up.

Oh, kk, he escaped. (Aegir)

This is like a giant teaser of what SB could've been if it stuck to Empire and TWSITD stuff and wasn't "Edelgard backtracks: the conquest 2.0 - the boring as fuck version).

MAP/SIDE BATTLES

Can Edelgard just once have a plan for her government before invading all the other nations and getting a lot of innocent people killed (Dorothea said she's still working out what to replace nobles with)

Hunh, I'm impressed. Not going to lie, but Balthus wasn't making a great impression on me, but he's worried that a man he owes a debt too will fall in battle while fighting alongside the enemy. He actually wants to pay the man back and not this get out of jail free card. I like that.

Ashe asked Shez for help restoring Hrym territory. Ashe wants them to have their lives back. I was a dick and said no though bc I could and found that funny.

Fort Mercius has a convenient sneaky point, bc of course it does. Otherwise we'd have to siege warfare which was boring as fuck in real life.

Of course, only Dorothea cares about the hostages. Ferdinand will magically not let it happen. How? Who knows.

SHEZ & MONICA A

Ugh.

Monica keeps track of how many times Edelgard drinks tea, what she eats, when she eats, all her sighs, etc . . .

She needs a restraining order.

Edelgard did the world a favor when she let TWSITD kill Monica.

SHEZ & DOROTHEA B

Nobles gave Shez a tea party after he helped them out, and he doesn't know what to make of it and can't tell if he likes it.

Dorothea ties that to arguing that commoners should get to enjoy all of life's goods. Shez can counterpoint that they don't miss it if they don't know what they're missing.

Dorothea then talks about her love of singing and laments that only rich people get to hear her sing.

This is actually kind of interesting (if it goes there, but I doubt it). Dorothea wants the commoners to enjoy everything the rich get, yet benefits from an organization that raises the prices so high only the rich gets to enjoy her voice. Dorothea could just as easily go sing in taverns or more accessible places, but she doesn't. And because she doesn't she got wealthy and well connected. So she's actively choosing to participate in and benefit from the system that gatekeeps poor people from enjoying things. I don't hate the player, but it will be cool to see if she has some level of self-awareness about this.

SHEZ & EDELGARD A

They talk about how Shez having the same powers as TWSITD helps him identify TWSITD better than anyone else.

Edelgard credits this with her ability to get rid of them in SB (obviously contrasting to Byleth and CF)

So Edelgard had 2 choices: she could either focus on getting rid of TWSITD and sparing her citizens from their cruelty or start a war and choose the later, lamo. Like, imagine looking at your country and seeing that it's corrupted by an insane death cult running experiments on your own citizens and think "yeah, this is solid foundation to rely on for rebuilding a new world and rule over all the other countries." It's so idiotic. TWSITD really hurts Edelgard's writing and this game really exposes that. Which is funny since they likely got invented to shift blame away from her lol.

Shez says he joined Edelgard because the Empire was rich and she complimented him, unlike other nobles (but pretty sure EVERYONE complimented him because self-insert). So the game's got nothing.

SHEZ & HUBERT A

So many Shez supports back-to-back

Hubert scares/surprises Shez, then questions him about TWSITD.

Hubert's upset that they didn't reach out to Shez as an ally, and I can get mad at his mistrust. Def picking that one.

Hubert owns it at least.

He tries to complement Shez, but I'm able to not believe him, so I don't.

Hubert can sense Arval and is concerned about it. Shez doesn't trust Hubert about Arval.

Does that mean Hubert senses Sothis? Or is this a plot-hole? Or can he only sense TWSITD?

SHEZ & CONSTANCE C

Constance is talking his ear off about restoring House Nuvelle by discovering more magic. And Shez is the test subject of her research lol.

Shez refuses and Constance can't comprehend.

Shez suggests she try to establish herself in battle instead. But Constance turns that down.

I think it's because of her night-day thing. Also, I may have seen this support before? I'm not sure.

MERCEDES & LYSITHEA C

Funny, you can only get this support in SB and neither are Black Eagles.

"I'm not a child!!!" vs mothering everyone

Lysithea trained so hard she collapsed and Mercedes took care of her. Lysithea is horrified to learn that she slept too long.

Mercie backed her cookies, because of course she did. And sweets are Lysithea's secret weakness so . . .

Lysithea assumes Mercie has bad intentions. Why is she always so insufferable?

Mercie's cookies are good. Lysithea acts like a complete brat, demanding Mercie train her right now how to make the cookies.

PETRA & CASPAR A

Ok, this one should be better. I love Mercie, but that support had 0 new things in it.

Petra challenges Caspar's father to a duel. Yeah, way more intense than the first one.

And . . . the asshole won't even show up. Or, I guess Caspar stole is before his dad saw it. Petra's pissed. Rightfully so.

Caspar also assumes Petra would just lose. What an ass.

So Petra says she'll just kill Caspar instead.

She takes him down, but won't strike the killing blow.

Petra's upset she lost control of her emotions.

Petra decides to pull back because she's a queen (in secret) and she can't act on her personal feelings.

She doesn't fully understand why she challenged his father to a duel.

Caspar volunteers to let Petra dump her negative emotions about this on Caspar. Petra's not sure she wants a friendship like that, but says she'll give it thought.

I did like that support, but I wish she was allowed to call out the Empire more.

SHEZ & JERITZA A

Jeritza is hunting a cat that raided the pantry because she was injured.

Last time they talked, Shez assumed Jeritza was talking about a person, not a cat.

Jeritza likes cats because he used to have one. And now he wants to own this one. But she dislikes Jeritza.

HUBERT & BERNADETTA C

Bummed this is their only support. They were cute together in House.

Bernadetta is moving boxes of documents around. They're about bandit activity in the area. Hubert's investigating.

He's annoyed at the army's inability to catch them. Bernadetta assumes he's angry with her, but calms down.

Funniest line is Hubert telling her that her persistence often leads to exactly what she's trying to avoid lol. His VA is so good.

Hubert calls them rats. Like Dimitri did lamo.

Hubert is upset they may go back into hiding. Bernadetta sympathizes with the bandits lol.

It inspires Hubert to set something up that would make them come out.

HUBERT & LYSITHEA A

Isn't this the support chain that told us the Imperial army won't eat their veggies? lamo

Lysithea is enjoying sweets. Hubert offers her coffee. She turns it down because it's not sweet. Hubert baits her into drinking it by implying that drinking coffee means you're not a child.

She doesn't like drinking it black, but Hubert tells her that sweeten it up and she may like it.

Lysithea asks Hubert why he's nice to her since he's mean to everyone else. It's because he has a younger sister that Lysithea reminds him of.

Did he have one in Houses? Or did they just pop up when convenient like Edelgard's siblings?

Hubert doesn't tell anyone about the siblings. I wonder if Edelgard knows.

Because he sees her like a little sister, Lysithea accepts it.

MERCEDES & CASPAR C

Hope this goes like - Murder isn't funny, Caspar. It isn't? No. Because he's awful in this route.

No, he's just asking Mercedes about Jeritza because he keeps defeating Caspar in bouts.

So Caspar still being painfully one-note and boring.

Mercedes says he can beat Jeritza with baking. Caspar is confused. Until Mercedes clarifies that Jeritza sucks at baking, so Caspar can beat him at baking.

Caspar's upset bc that doesn't matter to him.

LINHARDT & CONSTANCE A

Linhardt has to ask her a question, but she's in the sunlight. He wants to experiments on crests. Constance is fine with it.

Until she's inside. Then she's upset.

Linhardt is taking advantage of her dual personality, avoiding confident Constance because she's difficult to work with.

Kinda skeevy, Linhardt.

Constance demands more equality. If she helps Linhardt with his research, then he must help with hers.

He's actually interested until he learns she wants to find ways for eyes to emit a golden light, and loses interest.

FERDINAND & LYSITHEA A

Ferdinand is worried about Lysithea's future, specifically throwing away her nobility.

He tried to understand her thought process. She's irritated with him. Honestly, same, I think that may be my issue with Ferdinand. I find him irritating.

Ferdinand uncovered Lysithea's secret. She's understandably upset and wants him to leave it be.

Ferdinand wants a solution, Lysithea's like do you think I haven't tried? And do-do bird is like "take action!" Like, this seems like things not to tell someone terminally ill 101.

Though, he brings up magical research. So this may be different.

He found the research on her and they could use that as a way to solve her problem.

She wants to help.

DOROTHEA & MONICA A

Dorothea is wounded, and Monica is worried that Dorothea will get scars to damage her skin.

Creepy moment when Dorothea asks Monica how she knows she has scars. So does this confirm that Monica peeps on people?

Dorothea hesitates to kill a child in battle.

So Dorothea cannonly killed children. I wonder how every Edel-stan who used that to smear Dimitri feels, lamo.

I wish Dimitri and Dorothea got a support. Both hate killing, but keep doing it anyways.

Monica asks why Dorothea keeps killing people. Dorothea feels too tied to her position to go back.

Dorothea admits she could've been that child in another life. So she has no right to run away and hide when the children the Empire is slaughtering don't have that option.

I know some people take issue with this side to Dorothea, but this is what makes me love her. She's the only one who realizes the brutality her side is forcing on other people, she just believes in the cause enough to keep doing it. That conflict makes her so interesting, and if Edelgad had a more justified cause or well-written government plan, Dorothea may have been in competition for my fav, but man does Edelgard's flimsy reasoning for war and bare-bones ideas make this conflict flat-line a bit.

Then they spend the rest of the support simiping for Edelgard. So, Monica's entire personality. That was interesting for like 3 seconds. So a new record for a Monica support.

PETRA & RAPHAEL B

You know it's bad when I fully expect Raphael to have deeper thoughts than Monica.

Raphael fails to hunt. Petra isn't surprised.

Raphael thinks being a bear will help him hunt rabbits, and is shocked when she tells him bears don't hunt.

Petra says Brigid people hunt with subtleness. But Fodlan people use hounds for hunting, which might suit Raphael better.

Raphael now thinks being a wolf will help him hunt instead of bear. So, yeah, deeper thoughts than Monica is capable of.

MAIN BATTLE

Time to kill the rebels.

Try to make sure hostages don't die.

Monica and Hubert have a fight over who gets to suck on Edelgard's toes after the battle (not literally, but might as well). The only non-grating part of it was Monica calling Hubert a coffin-dweller. Which, I mean, accurate.

Shez is the only one that remembers poor Ferdinand's going to kill his dad, lol. Ferdinand says he's ready though.

Oh, cut scene. Ferdinand and Hubert teaming up on Aegir. Hubert "let's" Ferdinand give the final blow.

So Ferdinand kills his bad. This game likes people killing their families. And I bet Aegir's death will get more sympathy than the actually innocent people Edelgard and co mow down every chapter.

Ferdinand needs a moment.

Edelgard is like, could you choose how to punish the traitors and choose the next Duke. Shockingly, the title goes to his son. So much for merit-based promotions, lamo.

So do we go back to beating up poor people in Faerghus now?

Caspar's like, fighting traitors serving a death cults sucks because they're from the Empire. Let's go kill the innocent people in the Kingdom instead! Because that's fun!

Edelgard still suspects Shez. The vibes for Shez are so different in Faerghus. No one gives a shit about Shez in SB.

Oh, yeah, I forgot I didn't get Byleth in this route, lamo.

Arval feels like a proud parent of Shez, lamo.

xxx

#fire emblem #scarlet blaze #fire emblem three hopes #three hopes #scarlet blaze spoilers

[karmatheprowlthra]

Fuck it, today I'm going to go much more in depth about Karma, his backstory (kind of), his abilities and his personality.

CW: Fatal vore mentions, blood/gory images.

There ARE elements of safe/soft vore in this post but they're a little overshadowed by the darker stuff, I think. Don't read if it's not your thing

This post is the first lore-heavy one I'm making, and it's a decently long one.

Important terms to remember:

Ashrya/Ashryen: Karma's Nation, Western Forces

Mioshkal: A coalition of 5 countries, Ashrya's enemy, Eastern Forces

The Nexus Frontier/Borderworld: a new dimension and Karma's current battlefield

Prowlthra: Karma's species, large powerful felines

Biography

Personal Details:

Birth Name: Kairo Oshiro

Nickname(s): Karma, The Fucking Big One

Species: Prowlthra (Chilled Brute Variant)

Height: 8'6" (may be subject to change soon)

Weight: 700lbs (may be subject to change soon)

Gender: Identifies as male (he/they)

Sexuality: Asexual/Biromantic

Physical Features

Karma is a tall, imposing creature that looks similar to a tiger, called a Prowlthra. His fur is black, with gray patches stretching across his front from his muzzle to about mid-thigh, as well as one on the end of his tail. He has red stripes that glow with bioluminescence, including markings under his eyes.

His eyes are black with piercing red pupils. His insides are a blackish-gray. He has round fluffy ears, and his tail is nearly 3 meters long, dexterous and powerful.

When angered, retractable crystalline quills erupt from his back, as well as retractable razor sharp ridges and blades in his tail, triceps, knees, wrists and knuckles. Both quills and ridges are black with red edges/tips.

TIME FOR LORE SHIT

History

Karma was born in the year 227 AIE in the Snowcrown Mountain Range under the birth name Kairo Oshiro. He lived in the cavern cities of his species, the Prowlthra, until he left the mountain range at the age of 17. Having left with the intent of becoming a soldier, he received a small chemical dose from a bioengineer that would turn his future markings blood red, the color that symbolizes a specialty in combat within Prowlthra society.

(Pictured above is the northern hemisphere; Ashrya is the continent on the left, while Mioshkal is the continent on the right)

Upon leaving home in the year 244 AIE, he enlisted in the Ashryen military, specifically the Army, and was subsequently sent to an infantry battalion stationed in his providence, Northeastern Halotakla, after his training was complete.

Later that year, a coalition of Eastern Forces from the Mioshkal continent launched an invasion across Ashrya's eastern and northern coasts. Their exact reasoning is unknown, but many believe it was inspired by panic due to rapidly diminishing resources. Karma's battalion was pressed into immediate service to drive back the invading forces.

The war raged for the next six years, front lines continuously pushing and pulling as nations fought for dominance. Karma received a promotion and began to develop leadership skills, as well as a growing fondness for ambush tactics; many times he would pounce on patrolling enemy squads from the darkness and drag them off, screaming, one-by-one. It got him a reputation as a demon of the night, a ghost story or myth in many places across the battlefront. His tactics began to take on more aspects of inspiring terror to shatter enemy morale.

In 250 AIE, the Ashryen Science Division was able to successfully open a portal to a place initially dubbed the Borderworld, later renamed the Nexus Frontier. Mioshkal, having had spies within Ashryen's government and research teams, was able to replecate their results within weeks. Both sides realized that the Nexus Frontier has far more resources available than their respective territories and moved in to claim as much as they could. Given the environments and extreme dangers of the new dimension, however, specialized military branches had to be developed to traverse and fight within the borderworld. Within the Ashryen, this new branch became known as the Halitzka Corps.

Karma put in his papers and was quickly transferred to the Halitzka Corps as an Advanced Sergeant, with Sergeants Demetri Haldera and Inaya Vallen reporting to him. Over the next four years up to 254 AIE, the squad grew and shrunk but eventually settled with 5 members under Karma's command: Demetri, Inaya, Jun, Reo, and Vasya.

Karma has huge nutritional needs and has to consume a lot to meet standards. Before he left his native mountain range he consumed primarily wild animals gained from hunting, but when the war began he had to start taking enemy soldiers for sustenance due to lack of remaining wildlife in his area of operations. When the conflict shifted to the borderworld, the local fauna was either too dangerous to hunt or too nutritionally deficient, so Karma's diet switched entirely to whatever enemies he could hunt. Most of them died painlessly prior to consumption, but some who were captured for severe crimes received far more painful deaths melting. Karma reached a point where for every one prey he held safely, another 4 melted to sustain his nutritional needs.

(Pictured above is an early version of Karma in his combat uniform. The design has since been changed, but it shows an excellent example of Karma's brutality and methods)

Personality

Like I've mentioned in the past, Karma is extremely overprotective, going out of his way to keep his tinies safe. The one exception is on the battlefield; as soldiers, their role is to fight. Karma will watch their backs and keep them out of danger in the event that they're wounded or disabled, but will otherwise leave them to their responsibilities. He's a good leader that trains his soldiers to take care of themselves, and to come to him when they can't.

That said, protection is a two-sided coin. One side is the big cuddly sweetheart, the one who takes you in and gives you a hug or noms you so you can hide away from your problems. The other is the actions you have to take to keep danger away from your protectee.

Nature designed Karma to be a killer just as much as a protector. He has no shortage of abilities to mess your day up and he has the personality to match.

As a soldier, Karma balances priorities between keeping his subordinates safe and making sure his enemies are dead. He tends to have an aggressive approach to combat, getting involved with claws and fangs. He tears out throats, slashes enemies to bloody shreds and makes sure they won't ever prove to be a threat to his loved ones. When he's hungry, he'll find lone or paired Mioshkal soldiers and pick them off as snacks.

It is important to note that Karma has a brutal digestion process. He tends to kill his prey before he melts them, via a variety of mostly painless methods. This is not the case for every prey he has.

On days when Karma doesn't get sent out for one operation or another, he has to make do with what's available on-base. 90% of the time this means prisoners; the high security prison with the worst individuals (weapons dealers, narcotics dealers, traffickers, war criminals, etc) has Karma coming in to eat so often that the soldiers guarding it have nicknamed it "Karma's Snack Locker". These prisoners, the ones who have caused pain and suffering throughout their world, die brutal deaths in Karma's stomach. They melt, burn, suffocate, boil and are usually crushed. Karma enjoys this process, not because of the violence and brutality but because of his role in painfully removing scum from the world.

(commissioned from an artist I connected to through a mutual friend)

Karma is a hunter by nature. He stalks, he prowls, he pounces and slashes and bites. He's very good at it, especially against sentient beings thanks to many years of practice. If he catches you, how you're dealt with depends on how you react. Most cases will result in him gulping you down, and if you stay quiet and remain still he'll just hold you and take you with him back to his base as a low-tier prisoner (who are treated quite well). If you fight back and squirm, he'll squeeze you into submission or let you exhaust yourself, or stun you with a sudden burst of bioluminescence (like a flashbang, but without the bang).

The real tricky bit is when you sneak a weapon in. He'll always catch if you have a gun on you, but you can sneak knives and claws in fairly easily; however, Karma's insides are as tough as his outsides. Sharp things won't be able to puncture too deep before they're stopped outright; once that happens, you get squeezed down and melted alive for your defiance. Karma's insides are full of glowing scars from the many prey who have tried this in the past.

It's stories like this, and Karma's habit of hunting, that cause fear to spread within enemy ranks. For example, I have a character named Soha. He's a former Mioshkal infantryman with bad luck. While on a patrol, his fireteam was ambushed by Karma and his soldiers, who slaughtered everyone but Soha thanks to Mioshkal reinforcements arriving in the nick of time. However, Karma continued to haunt Soha for several more days before eventually destroying Soha's duty station and pursuing him into the forest.

Soha, in an attempt to escape, tried fleeing across a frozen lake and broke through the ice. After a moment of consideration, Karma followed and rescued him, carefully returning him to the surface and warming him before gulping him down to keep him safe.

This is where Karma's overprotectiveness flips back to the other side of the coin. Karma doesn't like to kill enemy soldiers who flee out of fear. He makes an effort to calm Soha and relaxes him for a while before taking him back to base. After a few months in a very nice prison cell, some rehabilitation efforts and daily visits from Karma, Soha became a defector and a secondary medic for Karma's squad.

Not all stories have happy endings, however. Soha still wakes up from nightmares of seeing Karma's glowing red eyes in the darkness, or the flash of teeth and spray of blood as the Prowlthra sinks his fangs into Soha's former squadmate. It causes him significant distress, and he rarely let's Karma eat him (though he does tolerate cuddles as long as Karma is gentle).

Abilities

Strength: Karma weighs 700lbs (currently) on his own. He can carry up to 300lbs of prey (though he doesn't like to carry more than 200 or so most of the time) and 400lbs of equipment with ease, while still being able to flip a light armored vehicle. He can crush bones, including skulls, with one hand and has a bite force of nearly 2200psi.

Digestive System: Karma has retractable fangs, a hinged jaw, a flexible throat and a two-stomach digestive system. The upper stomach is safe and rather spacious, while the lower is tight and full of hot water (which he can actually use to make his upper gut a sauna, as I explained in a previous post). An organ full of water surrounds his lower gut, allowing him to hydraulically crush prey inside. Likewise, he can also fill either gut with an oxygen/nitrogen mix (suitable for most creatures to breath) or withdraw that air at will, causing prey to breathe or suffocate accordingly. He can choose to withdraw specific components of the air like the oxygen, causing a prey to breathe pure nitrogen. As a result, they just start to feel sleepy, then go unconscious and die painlessly. This is how he kills most prey to spare them suffering.

Natural Armor: Karma's fat behaves more like a non-Newtonian fluid than most things. Soft movements can squish and knead it like dough with relative ease (tummy rubs are something Karma enjoys a lot uwu). Sharp impacts like those from bullets will cause it to harden, allowing him to outright tank most small caliber weapons. Medium calibers like those for rifles will penetrate but only a limited amount, usually a mere flesh wound. Larger calibers like those for mounted weapons will cause significant damage. This armor behaves on the inside just as it does on the outside, which is why prey with knives tend to fail at harming him; after their first strike fails, they are often crushed or suffocated by Karma before they can test soft cuts instead.

Hunter's Vision: Karma naturally has a second pair of eyelids that are tailored toward a different spectrum of light. When he squints, his vision switches to thermal vision, allowing him to see heat signatures of his prey. This lets him see through smoke, dust and darkness with ease. He also has two pairs of pupils. The first is his normal red set, geared toward regular vision. A second thicker pair resides in the dark portion of his eyes, capable of compounding his vision to see incredibly far! With his compounding vision and complicated brain, he is capable of plotting immense leaps and pounces to subdue his prey.

Dual Claws: Karma has two sets of claws per paw, an upper set and a lower set. The upper set is far sharper and equipped with neurotoxin glands, designed for combat. The lower set is strong but slightly duller, designed for climbing!

Neurotoxins: Karma can produce a neurotoxin in his fangs and sets of combat claws, which is difficult to produce but punishing to receive. Grade 1 (15 seconds to produce) neurotoxin will give the prey a light buzzing feeling, acting like a light narcotic to some. Grade 2 (30 seconds) is about equal to an anesthetic, causing numbness and/or sleepiness. Grade 3 (1.5 minutes) will cause temporarily paralysis. Grade 4 (6 minutes) will begin to cause permanent paralysis, especially in limbs. Grade 5 (30 minutes) will cause complete paralysis and imminent death. Anything beyond grade 5 is overkill and too time/energy intensive for Karma's body to produce in any necessary capacity. Regardless, a bite or a scratch is all it takes for Karma to bring a prey down.

Quills/Blades: The Prowlthra are a silicate-based species instead of a carbon-based one. Thanks to some unique genetic adaptations, most Prowlthra will grow sharp crystalline spines or quills on their backs, particularly from the base of the neck to mid-back. These kills will raise in anger and can regenerate if broken off; they're also very sharp when they shatter, so an enemy unfortunate enough to get stuck with one will find they have a considerable amount of bad lacerations to deal with. These crystalline spines are partially retractable and lay down flat when not in use. Likewise, retractable crystalline blades grow in the tail, triceps, knuckles, wrists and knees are also common (you can see some in the art where Karma ate Space).

Speed: Karma, while having slow acceleration, can reach very high speeds over open ground. This is both a strength and a weakness; he can't turn for shit once he gets up to speed.

Senses: Between his eyes, excellent hearing and powerful scent trackers, Karma is an incredible hunter that is difficult to throw off your trail. What he lacks in speed, he makes up for in persistence. You can run, but you can't hide.

Finally, to end on a light note, we're gonna discuss some of the more niche but fun details about Karma! It's been a long post with lots of violence so we need some cheering up uwu

Karma's favorite hobbies are eating (regular food) just for tastes, sleeping (usually on the floor), messing with parts to see what he can make (he's no engineer but he tries) and checking up on everyone he knows. He makes extra effort to check up on every soldier under his command after each mission, and will cuddle, nom or just talk to whoever is dealing with stress.

Karma's insides are very plush and very comfortable! His body is naturally warm so he's a good place to relax when cold, even by normal pred standards.

Finally, you know the thing where cats will get big eyes and pounce and bap if you move your foot beneath a blanket? About 10% of the time, as long as he's not hyperfocused on making sure you feel safe and comfortable, Karma will sometimes try to bap at anything squirming in his belly. Any bulge outward will immediately get smacked with a big paw, leading to many games of whack-a-mole started by Space when he's just chilling in Karma belly.

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And that's about it! I know this one is a bit of an infodump but I figured I might as well get it out there.

Also yeah the backstory is shaky and the map looks like shit, I know XD

#aiyk worldbuilding #karma's characters #oc: karma #nsx vore #vore talk #e a/t #implied fatal #digestion #soft vore #safe vore

[toyhouse-code-hell]

Screw it- Ask #2 because I'm bored. Can you tell me about your OCs? I like hearing about random people's OCs because alot of people like to rant about them and the excitement and pure effort put into making them makes me feel profuctive too!

There's so much. There's so so so so much. Nobody that I didn't already know has ever asked me about my ocs. They're all mostly D&D characters, or are in a D&D-esque setting I'll talk about some of my favorites, but there needs to be context.

None of the LORE is on any of their fucking toyhouse pages because I literally work on toyhouse stuff, get so motivated, I work on things for three days. Then I stop everything for six months. This is a continuous cycle. I suffer daily. I also over-explain and over-share A LOT. This is the first time anyone has asked about my ocs on a public platform. IT'S GOING TO BE A LOT. I'M SORRY. (And hell this might be a masterpost for all the little blurbs about my Little Guys?? idk!!) And ofc the art is old-ish.

Hamond :)

He's an aasimar fiend warlock (1)/ champion fighter (11), son of duke of a small homebrewed country, warlock of Graz'zt. Was sent to handle an owlbear in the woods due to it fucking with locals livestock. Was ambushed by said owlbear, it almost killed him, and this very kind demon lord took the opportunity to offer this young son of a duke a second chance to not be killed. Hamond agreed, got a nice new necklace, and killed the owlbear. He does the little things his patron wants in secret, which are thankfully just small things. His father sent him away due to his country going to war (contingency so royalty stays alive), where he met an astral elf twink who is now his fucked up little boyfriend.

Used him in a Heliana's oneshot before where this happened.

Next is Vihan! I'll keep it short with him because there is. A lot. (Glitch & Worm idk if you will ever see this, but this is spoilers)

They're a sentient sword, from a set of 8 weapons that embody schools of magic. Vihan is a shortsword that lets their wielder cast evocation spells for free, given to priest-kings of a long-lots city (of Mezro, the chosen of Ub'Tao are called barae). I gave him to my part at 12th level, since one in the party had made contact with his stupid fuckup son (Ras Nsi, not canon to actual FR lore), but Ub'tao chatted with the wizard like "hey. help me?" and our wizard went "K". I was thinking they would have him be a sword for a majority of the time but nooooo they fell in love with him. >:/ He was also broken when they met, to which I gave wild magic rolls when he cast things iirc (this was in 2021 its hazy). They fixed him up though.

(GLITCH AND WORM THE SPOILERS START HERE)

His former wielder was killed in a coup by another one of the chosen, in a plan to kill them all, usurp their god, and bring about an end to the world, but LORD that's another story.

But back to Vihan.

He's a real living person, kidnapped about 4oo years prior to the party getting them, had a bunch of experiments done on him, core implanted, renamed, all that. And given to a firbolg native to Chult who worked hard to be a barae, Epoch, leaving his 2 sons to be raised by his hometown. (and bc he was murdered and nobody was giving them answers, they became closed off from the bigger holy cities) And those kids got older, had communal kids, too, and one of those kids was the barbarian pc. The new barae of evocation was the wizard that said "K" to helping a god.

His name is actually Viktor, had an identical brother named Vacek (both changelings), and he robbed tourists in order for his brother to stay in a care home (their country of origin is corrupted capitalist hellscape island where if you can't produce for society, you have no use aside from being fertilizer, unless you can afford otherwise). When Viktor was kidnapped, Vacek was thrown onto the streets 10 minutes after payment was due, and he managed to climb on a boat as a stowaway during a storm and get the fuck out of there. While he was still chronically ill, getting off of pollution island was very beneficial for his health. He made it to another country and managed to live out his days and even had a family. He never went back to find his brother, assuming his thieving finally got him killed. (Their single mother was also murdered, and retrieving her body cost the two twelve year olds money they didn't have. She was meant to leave the country while pregnant with them, to be with their father who had already left, but port guards robbed her and kicked her back into the city. When her husband came back to make a stink, he was silenced permanently.)

Yes I was VERY into xenoblade 2 when I had this idea.

Vihan is a little bit fucked up.

I think I'll be done for now. I'll rb with more if I want to later.

#I ALMOST FORGOT TO TURN OF DATA COLLECTION FOR THIS BLOG BEFORE POSTING MY ART SUCK MY DICK MIDJ0URNEY #assume my ocs are cisn't unless otherwise stated #clay's guys #clay yapping session

[icewazowski]

REQUIEM [Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley]

01| Bolivia

18+ MDNI!!!!!

cw: canon typical violence, smut, no protection used, semi-public sex, dominant simon riley, degrading, power play, size kink.

an: tall man in a skull mask goes crazy after he sees you for the first time in two years

Crowds gathered in the streets of La Paz for the annual Día de los Muertos parades. They wore skull masks, some were caricatures of what a skull was supposed to anatomically appear to be, whereas others adorned sugar skull murals painted across their faces as they paid respects. It was, definitely, one of the most beautiful celebrations I had ever witnessed internationally. I admired how they took the time to remember and respect their dead in a manner that wasn't depressing and as solemn as other countries did.

A float with a giant skeleton sat atop it appeared on the brow of the hill, and I noticed the little shack at the back of it. That's where I needed to be. I observed the crowds for a few more minutes, and then looked down at my outfit.

While it wasn't wholly practical, it helped me fit in. The plum dress reached just above my knees as I walked down the steps, the material was cinched at my waist by a black, leather corset, and the dress exposed my shoulders as the neckline was straight across my shoulders. My hair was half-up and half down as it flowed across my back, hiding the tattoo which traipsed down my spine, and I wore a half skull mask over my eyes. The sugar skull design was one I'd bought from a stall I'd passed a few hours ago, the enchanting woman had offered it across to me, referring to me as Gringa, the last thing Alejandro had once called me two years prior.

Since then, I had been working for the Americans, specifically, the Marines on a top-secret reconnaissance mission, one which only people with the highest level of clearance were privy to. I, along with two other Marines, had been tasked with intelligence gathering regarding a female SAS operator who was rumoured to be in the country. Her name was Sarah Smith, a boring name if you ask me, and she looked as boring as her name. Nothing about her profile screamed killer, and part of me wondered as I read over the file, if she was my fucking replacement. But, as I checked her skills, it just confirmed it. They wasted no time whatsoever in replacing me, and I hoped that I'd be able to return back. Though, as the months turned into years, I didn't really want to go back.

I'd settled into the 'States nicely, made some good friends, made some even better friends with benefits, and my previous life did not exist, as far as I was concerned. No one asked me about it, because none of them cared. Don't dwell on the past, sort of thing. I also had a dog now, one that I'd named Simpson, after Alex, and I wondered how his dog was doing, if he'd renamed it after finding out about what happened. Or what Ghost thought had happened.

Speaking of Ghost, he didn't exist, either. Our intelligence on him was non-existent, and we had intelligence on everyone and everything that breathed. But Ghost's file was blank, as though it never existed. I wondered if my SAS file was empty now, or if I was on some briefing item to gain intel on so that they could organise a plan to have me executed. Either way, I didn't care. Working alone was great, I liked the freedom it gave me. The only real downside was not being able to have someone watch your back, but that was something that I remedied by being on alert at all times, sure it was fucking exhausting, but I made it work.

The crowd of people walked towards me, as I trudged through them. My hand clasped my purse tight to my side, the firearm and mobile inside were heavy, but they were my only insurance here. I didn't know where the other two Marines were, and I only had a photo of either of them. If it went tits up, badly, then I had a mobile number I could text, and they'd descend on my position as though I'd just offered them oil or something.

I wrapped my hands around the railing at the rear of the float, and clambered onto the slowly moving vehicle. Día de los Muertos was the perfect place for a ghost to hide, and I fit right in. My body moved to the shack, where I was supposed to be meeting the contact at... well, right now. I shoved the door open, and was met with a man in a suit, his back was to me as he looked out the window to the people who followed the float.

"Scarecrow?" I asked him the code-word, for some reason, someone decided to make it Batman villain themed, and so the answer I was expecting was another character.

He turned to face me, "Bane." he responded, and gestured across to one of the two chairs in the room. I took the one closest to the door, and slumped down into it. When he sat in the chair I took in his appearance. A burnt orange dress shirt, one that had been rolled up at the arms to reveal two heavily tattooed arms, sat across his broad chest, and I tried not to stare at the scar on the left-hand side of his jaw which peeped from beneath the skull mask he wore. It was one of those masks you'd see airsoft players wearing, a tactical, angry looking skull mask. He wore jeans, the well fitting pair of denim clung to his muscular thighs, and he looked like the sort of person you wouldn't want to mess with, not in a million years.

He pulled his chair before me, and his hazel eyes looked oddly familiar. Or maybe he just had those sorts of eyes people recognised. "Do you have what I want?" he asked me, and the moment he spoke more than one word, was the moment my eyes subtly widened and my heart-rate sped up. He didn't realise it was me, as far as he knew, I was dead, and I'd died with him hating me.

I rifled through my bag until I found the thumb-drive, and I placed it in my open palm across for him, my bag returned to my lap, and hitched my skirt up. "Here it is, now, you hold up your end of the bargain." I responded, and disbelief crossed his face. One that said, it can't be her, she's deadbut didn't quite believe it. He pulled the side of his blazer open, and his hand dipped into the silk material. He pulled free another thumb-drive and handed it across to me. "I best get going,"

The necklace around my neck burned as I stood up, and I couldn't believe that I was stood in front of Ghost, and that I still had my necklace on, the one thing most people could identify me by. As I moved to the door, his hand encased my wrist, "What, and I don't get to see your face first?" he asked threateningly. He knew, he definitely knew. I felt the bruise appear in my wrist, and I managed to yank it free before I set off in a sprint out of the shack.

My feet hit unsteady ground when I launched myself into the crowd, and I set off into a side-street with him following me further into the alleyway. I couldn't let him know it was me, I just couldn't let him confirm it, because God knows what sort of target I'd be putting on myself if he relayed the message to other soldiers, to Laswell, I'd be done for. The bounty on my head would be exponential as I knew the ins and outs of how the SAS worked. I knew more than what they wanted me to know, and if the information got into the wrong hands, there'd be a war.

I vaulted through an open window, and trod on floral displays from within the interior of the family home, luckily no one was in, and I ran through the front door into the street filled with people. The growing crowd was good, it would provide me camouflage to escape from the man who'd want me dead or arrested. My pace slowed to a brisk walk, and my collar bones heaved with every shallow, exerted breath I took. I noticed a lone child, and held her hand as I walked alongside her in the street parade.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw him burst through the door, the mask scanned everywhere, and I knew he'd seen me. He set off into a sprint, his legs moved quicker than I think I'd ever seen the gangly fucker move, and he shoved people to the side to get to me. Sweat coated his neck and prickled at his armpits as he forced his way through the crowd, and I wasted no time in shoving the small child out of the way of the bulldozer that was Simon Riley.

No one seemed to care that he was chasing me, and I knew better than anyone how to cause a panic. My hand wrapped around my pistol in my purse, and I aimed it upwards to the sky before I pulled the trigger three times. And, it fucking worked. The crowd dispersed in a flurry of fear as they star busted in different directions into the night, their eyes were cast to the sky as fireworks exploded, and I pushed my way through to a nearby back alley.

This mission, was supposed to be simple. A matter of getting in, trade the device, and then fucking leave. It was not supposed to end up with me being chased through a Capital City during one of the busiest and most populated days of the year. But, like always, things never went to plan for me, and I had to think of an exit strategy. The roofs.

My legs pushed onwards, now completely healed from the trauma I had endured, and I approached the darkened alley. No light shone from inside it, and it got me wondering if it was a dead end, yet another place for me to be trapped as Simon Riley got what he wanted once a-fucking-gain. I couldn't let that happen. He wouldn't take my pride, not this time.

As I sprinted through the alley, my fears were confirmed, it was a dead end. Shit. I looked around so quick I nearly broke my neck, and his footsteps were fast approaching and I was running out of time. I need more time.

There was a fire escape above me, one that I could reach if I used the nearby windowsill to propel myself from, and I made the attempt. My body swung free, and my hands gripped the bottom of the fire escape, but I was too late. Simon's tattooed arms wrapped around my waist as he tackled me to the ground. Landing hard on the cobbles, I laid on my back as I watched the fireworks explode in the sky, which was quickly replaced by the mask he wore, until he pulled it from his face.

His knees were planted either side of my hips as he straddled my smaller frame with his excruciatingly large one, his entire weight was on my middle as I was left with no idea of how to get out from under him. Sure, I'd been trained in it, but the minute my eyes met his through my mask, I couldn't find it in myself to get free. Where would I even go? It's not like I could run around all night with a titan chasing me, I'd tire out before he did, and we both knew that. And, if I hid anywhere, he'd fucking find me. He's got a taste of me, and now he's practically a blood hound.

His hands were either side of my head, and he leant down to get a better look at me whilst my chest burned for air in the dress I wore. I hadn't even realised it had been dragged down to just above my bra until his eyes flitted to my cleavage, the sheen of sweat making them look more desirable than without the added moisture. "Take it off." he said, his voice commanding as he puffed for air.

My eyes stared back at him blankly. I slowly blinked, "The dress?" I replied cockily.

"The mask. Take it off, Spencer." He spat my name out like it had caused a bad taste to bloom across his tastebuds. He didn't wait for a reply, because he just removed it himself and threw it down onto the cobbled behind me. "You're supposed to be dead,"

I averted my eyes from his, "Don't call me that," I brushed off the use of my name, and I couldn't bring myself to look at him. As much as he hated me, I grew to dislike him. I thought I meant more to him than when he'd just left my body there as he perceived me to be dead. I thought he cared for me, and you don't walk away from people you care for unless they are literally six feet under the earth.

"You're supposed to be dead," he repeated.

Without thinking, I brought my legs up so they were bent at the knee and thrusted his weight upwards, which caused him to brace himself against me using his arms. My fist came down hard on the interior angle of his elbow, and folded his balance to one side before I rolled the other way and onto all fours. I started to run again, but he pounced on me, his arms wrapped around my ankles, and I landed hard on the ground. "Well," I started, out of breath as I was winded, "It is Día de los Muertos," I told him.

He tugged my body so that I was laid nearly completely under his, "Everyone thinks you died." Ghost said. His breath was hot on my ear, and I found that familiar feeling burrow into my abdomen as I wanted to give myself to him on a platter. But I still strongly disliked him. He must be at least 34 by now, depending on when his birthday was. I'd lost four months in that coma, and yet Ghost didn't give a shit to even bother make it up. And then we lost two years when he decided to leave me to die alone. "Kyle was inconsolable," he added, and I knew what he was trying to do.

The words pierced through the feeling of lust, and the blade of his words twisted in my stomach. I brought my elbow backwards into his ribs, "Don't you dare bring Kyle into this." I growled. His body shifted to the side as he now laid on his back, and I wasted no time in mounting him. He was built like a tree trunk, to the point where I couldn't properly straddle him because my knees wouldn't reach the ground on both sides. I felt something hard rub against my inner thigh, and I bit back the airy gasp that threatened to escape my lips, "You left me to die!" I accused.

"Because you fucking betrayed me." his brows were furrowed, and I could map out his entire face by memory at this point, not that I would though, because I didn't want to remember the moment when we'd been close enough to do this. "You don't get to twist this around and make me the bad guy,"

His arms were either side of him, and I grappled with him until they were above his head in my grip, "I did what I had to do so that you could all survive!" my voice was raised as my body was nearly flush with his. My breasts brushed against his tight chest, and I guarantee he could probably see them in full if he looked hard enough, "You don't understand what I did that day."

"Other than kill your fiancé in cold blood?" he asked, and bucked his hips beneath me.

I sighed at the feeling of his body on mine, his hard length pressed into the place I wanted him most, "Ex-Fiancé." I corrected him, and tried to readjust my position so as to not work myself up and fall into the clutches of fucking him. "Speaking of exes, I guess since you want to fuck Sarah, we're officially over."

His eyes hardened, and he moved his body so that his erection was pressed against my clothed cunt once again, "We're not over." he stated coldly. I let go of his wrists for a second, but a second was longer than what he needed, because he managed to roll over until his legs were between mine and I was pressed to the floor under him. His eyes were dark now, and he looked as though he was about to stab me right here and now, "You're mine." he growled.

I expected a knife to plunge into my ribs, but instead, Ghost rolled his hips into mine, the friction caused my eyes to roll backwards slightly at the thought of how turned on we both were from this whole arguing and mutual-hatred thing we had ongoing, "Sir," I whined, completely out of habit. My eyes checked the alley for any lingering people, but found the streets to be empty as the night crawled in and the midnight hour dawned on us.

"Louder," he commanded, and rolled his hips into mine again, "I want the locals to hear you,"

His hand wrapped gently around my throat as his other held his bodyweight from crushing me completely, his hips rolled into mine again, and the seam of his jeans hit the nervous bud of pleasure at the apex of my cunt in a way that made me feral, "Ghost!" I gasped loudly. Wetness pooled from between my legs and soaked my underwear at the friction he was causing the pair of us to endure. I just wanted him, and then I wanted him gone.

Ghost hitched my dress up until the hem of it sat across my stomach and my lower half was completely visible. I couldn't believe we were doing this in the middle of an alleyway, where anyone could walk up and see this explicit display of dominance from the man I once loved and now despised. He withdrew himself from me, his eyes trailed down my body until he stared right at the slick which coated my underwear, "You're so fucking wet, baby." the words he spoke ingrained on my brain, and only added to the wetness between my legs, "You have no idea how much I need you," he mumbled loud enough for me to hear, and I could see him as he ran his hand along the tent in his jeans.

I pulled my dress back down and pulled my legs up in front of my chest, "You infuriate me." I said, exasperated. "You fucking left me to die alone, you abandoned me!" I yelled. Luckily, there was no one nearby, otherwise he'd end up spending a night in a cell whilst I answered questions from the Bolivian Police. "You let me bleed out, without giving a shit." I confronted, and went to slap him.

Instead, he caught my wrist with ease, "Only because you sided with Graves!" he argued back, "I sat there doused in petrol whilst you fucked him in front of me," he accused, and I had to laugh at the audacity of what he'd just said.

"Oh yeah? Did it get you all worked up watching someone else touch me?" I played along with the idea in his head, and I knew he would want to tear my throat out by the time this whole thing was over, there was no way he wouldn't, "Knowing you were all tied up whilst my ex-fiancé claimed what was his?

He shoved me backwards, and I landed on my back again. The cobbles were uncomfortable underneath my spine, and I noticed how many stars there were tonight in the sky. There must have been tonnes more that what I saw in Virginia. Ghost crawled atop of me, his body encased mine as he towered over me with his large stature. I couldn't decide if I wanted to let in to my deepest desires and fuck him right here, in the middle of an alleyway, or if I wanted to push him off me and carry on arguing.

His thumb pressed against my eyebrow, which had collided into the floor as I fell, and he brought it away, slick with crimson blood. He didn't bother to look at it as he brought it to his lips and sucked on the digit, tasting the liquid which flowed throughout me. I couldn't believe this, it felt so... bizarre. And, when he pulled his thumb away, he lowered his lips to the cut, the soft pillowy surface wrapped around the wound, and he sucked gently.

Whilst uncertain about what the fuck this was that was happening, and whether or not this was some weird hallucination, I moaned. Ghost's knee was pressed against my cunt, and I didn't even realise what I was doing until he pointed it out, "Such a pretty whore, look at you getting off on my thigh," he practically purred, and it was a sound I hadn't heard Ghost make, like ever. But I couldn't complain, because the way he did it made me rut my cunt into his jeans even more.

I whimpered as the friction built up, the wetness had saturated the material between my cunt and his thighs, which made the rubbing against him a whole lot easier, "Touch me, please," I whined at him.

A wicked smirk crossed his lips as he heard the start of my begs, oh how I'd played into his hand. In fact, I was practically eating whatever he fed me, I was blindly succumbing to his advances despite promising myself I would no longer approach him, no longer think of him, and move the fuck on. But I couldn't, and I hated myself for even wanting to fuck him, and to beg him to touch me? Jesus Christ, I wasn't fooling anyone. "Beg for me, baby," he groaned at the friction I caused between us.

Rather than give in so easily, I pulled my breasts free of the dress I wore, and pinched my already hardened nipples, the pink buds of nerves twinged something deep inside me, and ignited a dangerously hot lust inside my body, one that only Simon 'Ghost' Riley could put out. "Please, touch me sir, I need you so bad," I whined, my brain cringed in its lust-hazed state that I'd even dare to say something like that to a man who'd left me bleeding out.

"Good girl," he said, and I felt him remove himself from where I wanted to grind against. Instead, he pulled my underwear down, and pulled his own jeans down so that his hairy thigh was exposed into the night sky. He wore black boxers, as always, and they strained against his erection which looked painfully hard right now. He discarded my underwear to the side and looked at my glistening cunt, the glaze on it reflected in the light of the fireworks which still burst into the night, "I only want you, Fury," he said, and I thought back to this boring Sarah chick. The thought of someone else claiming him as theirs sickened me.

His thumb pressed into my clit, the feeling of added pressure made sounds of pleasure escape my lips, "You can only have me," I warned him. He drew sloppy, lazy circles into the bundle of nerves, and brought his meaty thigh back into contact with my cunt, "I'm the only one you need." I told him through half lidded eyes as I tried to maintain a rhythm against his

"When I'm fucking her, all I can think about is you," he grunted as I clenched my dripping hole on nothing. He sped up the movements of his thumb, the angles it cast across the bundle of nerves was more precise, more deadly as he worked in tight circles. If I wasn't so painfully enjoying this, I would be pissed off. Sure, I'd had my fair share of one night stands, but that's all they were. They didn't mean anything to me, they just satisfied a need, and after they'd given me that, they were gone. It never extended past one night.

I thought about my contact in the Metropolitan Police, if she knew about her. I wanted to ruin Sarah smith until she was dishonestly discharged for whatever the fuck I could find on her. Hell, if she had a parking offence she hadn't declared on her history checks, I would run her into the ground with it until she cried her eyes out and begged for a bullet.

My breath hitched in my throat as my orgasm built, "You are the bane of my existence," I told him.

Our bodies were dangerously close now. He towered over me, his face looked down at me whilst I laid looking up, his hands had encased my hips, and I could see the way his pupils dilated when he looked at me. My core begged for him in a way I hadn't desired someone in years. I wanted him inside me, I wanted to fuck him until my mind went blank, but at the same time he was so infuriating. And to think, after all this he'd return to Sarah as though nothing had happened.

He didn't say a word, instead his lips met mine in an angry, passionate kiss as he sought to reinstate the dominance he once felt. His hand was on the back of my neck and pulled me into his face, and I couldn't just stay on my back, so, instead, I sat up on my elbows, and allowed him to close the distance between us. Now, his length was pushed directly against my clothed entrance, and he ground down into me to work both of us up.

I moaned against him, my mind cast backwards to the last time we'd been intimate, how it was the same night I'd been awarded my Victoria Cross and my promotion, and now I was legally dead. "Sir," I moaned into his lips, the sound muted as he forced his tongue into my mouth. The muscle invaded my privacy, it forced its way into my mouth and fought my own tongue for dominance whilst he continued to roll his hips into mine.

A blinding daze crashed into my body as my orgasm hit, and my eyes rolled back into my head whilst he continued his circles. I couldn't think straight, and I didn't even attempt to silence my cries of pleasure, not even when Ghost said, "Such a pathetic whore," to me.

I whimpered into him, my arms held me up as I allowed him to touch me in ways I hadn't been touched in so long. He dipped his middle finger into my entrance, and plunged it deep inside of me. The lewd sounds of my juices coating his fingers was enough to cause a blush to creep up on my face as I breathlessly moaned.

He rocked his fingers into me, and it felt painfully claustrophobic, "You're so tight," he observed and continued to pump the digits in and out of my heat. I felt the muscles contract around him, clenching against his fingers as they built up to my premature second orgasm. And to think, I hadn't even seen his cock yet.

When I was close to my second orgasm, Ghost withdrew his fingers and watched as my hole clenched down around nothing, "So needy," he patronised, "You're clenching around nothing,"his voice was deviously low as he mocked me. I tilted my chin down, embarrassed that he'd even point that out, "Look at me when I talk to you," he said, his hands slicked with my pleasure tilted my chin upwards, and he popped his saturated thumb into my mouth, "Taste yourself," he instructed. And I did exactly that, my eyes constantly on him as I lapped every last bit of my taste from his digit.

He used his other hand to free his swelling cock from his boxers, the length sprung free and stood extended from him. I'd forgotten how big it actually was, how the girth had made my holes feel the morning after he'd fucked me for the first time, how I'd walked with a limp for a good day and a half.

My mouth watered, and he removed his thumb from my mouth, "Can I ride you?" I asked him as innocently as I possibly could. The moment I said it, he just pulled me onto him. He lowered himself to the ground so that his back was on the cobbles whilst he couldn't decide what the prettier sight of the night was, the fireworks, or me using him for my own pleasure.

His hands moved towards the base of his cock, the light springs of pubic hair tickled my legs as I tried to get comfortable under him, but I couldn't properly straddle him without losing my balance, we both knew that. He moved the tip of his cock to my entrance, the tip was already leaking that sweet sappy liquid I wanted to taste, and he held it in place whilst I lowered myself onto it.

My hand splayed across his abdomen, the muscles beneath the shirt rippled as he tensed them responding to my touch. I wanted nothing more than to be completely naked with him, for that skin-on-skin contact I'd never felt from him. One of us had always been in clothes, and when we were both fully naked, he never touched me.

Groans and gasps tumbled from my lips as I allowed his length to stretch my holes fully, the pain sprung tears into my eyes as I reacquainted myself with his cock, allowing it to fill me up as he once had years ago. "You're so, fucking, tight, Fury," he groaned, his head rolled backwards at the warmth which encased his pulsating cock.

"You're the biggest I've," I gasped as I prematurely slammed my hips into his, "had," I finished my sentence as I tried to recover from the feeling of pain which bled across me.

He brought his right hand so that it was beneath his skull, protecting him from the floor as his muscles rippled and constrained against the shirt they were prisoner to. I noticed the new sleeve in more detail now, the art was something he must have gotten when I'd been declared dead, and on it was a knife. My old Zombie Knife, my eyes were inside the blade, not my entire face, just my eyes and my eyebrows. The rest of the scene, I didn't care for. Because the thought he'd gotten that in tribute of me was enough to cause a primal, nurturing feeling to bleed through me.

He groaned in pleasure as I attempted to bounce on his cock. With every bounce, I felt our skin slap together, and the slickness to expand across his hips. My breasts heaved in the cool night air, and the scent of pyrotechnic smoke invaded my nostrils as I fucked myself using Ghost's thick cock. The sound of my pleasure crudely sloshing against his white-hot body was a sound I wanted to play over and over again.

My actions became sloppy as I struggled to maintain a pace he was satisfied with, and I got caught up with trying to satisfy myself at having something to clench down on, that Ghost propped himself up on his hands, his face reached mine from the angle he sat at, and he rolled his hips into me, his shoes slipped on the wet cobbles so that he could grind into me easier as he ravaged me. He carried on rolling his hips for what felt like a fucking eternity, "Touch yourself, show me how much you need me," he husked, his breaths plumed into speech bubbles in the frigid night air, and if his eyes were focused on my bouncing tits, I'd have pulled the dress up to preserve my body heat.

I wasted no time in bringing my middle finger to the sweet bud at the top of my dripping cunt, where I lazily traced circles on the swollen appendage. My head rolled backwards from the pleasure I gave myself as Ghost maintained his pace, his muscular arms controlled the rhythm as he bucked his hips into mine as he slid across the floor back and forth over and over until I felt my dripping hole momentarily clench around his pulsating cock. I was so close, and he knew it from the amount of appraisal which fumbled from his parted lips as he recklessly ploughed into me.

"Such a good girl," he cooed, his pace quickened as I rutted into him, my cunt had completely clenched around his mouth-watering length, and I couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure which fell from my mouth, the crude sounds of approval as I allowed him to fuck into me, to use me until he hit his own peak. And, when he did, I felt his warm pleasure fill me up, the hot, ropes of cum dripped from my cunt onto his crotch whilst I remained on top of him, "I'm all yours," he promised.

I'm all yours I repeated the phrase in my mind. It was something primal, possessive, something that Ghost would abide blindly by, "You're mine," I replied, my voice airy as I gasped through my comedown from the waves of pleasure which had just wreaked havoc on me. The way I felt towards him now, was something dangerous, something that caused me have every waking thought filled with him, but we were on opposing sides, our causes worked against each-other. We were naturally sworn enemies.

I pulled myself off him, his cock lolloped onto his stomach as the cum smeared across the orange fabric of the shirt he wore, and I readjusted my dress. There was no point putting my underwear back on, he'd thrown it somewhere in the dark alley, and I wasn't exactly in the best of circumstances to be crawling around on my hands and knees whilst I looked for them, "If I see you again, Ghost," I said, and flattened the plum fabric down around my body in an attempt to hide the creases of where it had been hitched up, "I won't be so kind as to not kill you." I warned.

"Ditto," he replied instantly, and a cool rush of blood swarmed from my heart to my brain at the weight that word held. "I won't be too kind on you next time." he promised, and I couldn't tell whether me meant in regards to fucking me, or in regards to sparing my life.

A wicked grin split across my face, "I look forward to it," my voice was a bit too husky for my liking, but I couldn't complain. I had just fucked him, and it felt good.

But for now, Sarah Smith, wherever you are in Bolivia, I will find you, and I will fucking ruin you.

#simon riley x oc #simon riley #cod mw22 #cod mwii #smut #simon riley smut

[mageofminge]

I'm changing my blog name

Hey everyone. If you're seeing this you've probably followed me for some time, and know me as "averagebrianbellenjoyer". I just heard about the Brian Bell allegations and looked through the body of evidence for it (https://docs.google.com/document/d/10lCtQxSVRHvRKfhKMYWogHCIhu8E9uE2hl2YJ17WhVA/edit?pli=1). Look through it in your own time, but I can say from what I've seen a lot of his behaviour is creepy and inexcusable.

Initially there were rumours of Brian Bell having sex with a 17 year old (back in the black/pacific daydream era i think?) on the weezer subreddit, but those comments were few, and made by a handful of what looked like troll accounts. At the time I didn't consider them as fully valid, given that there was no evidence from the victim herself to back them up, and her youtube video had been taken down before I could watch it. Basically because of the lack of evidence I had thought these were (fucked up) joke allegations like the gay allegations or something. Now that there is evidence, I can say with certainty that Brian Bell is a nonce and I won't be supporting him any longer.

I know a lot of weezer's fanbase is quite young (as in younger than blue and pinkerton), and while I think that it's not inherently wrong to interact with young fans, the way he did it was completely inappropriate. There's a big difference between answering a child's questions about his music and getting overly touchy with a 14 year old girl. And I don't mean offering a hug touchy, I mean touchy to the point that even if he went to any Arab country (which are notorious for very 'touchy' greetings) and did this shit, he would probably get beaten up by the locals.

There's also general other gripes, such as him trying to incite a smear campaign against one of his former bandmates, which while not damaging on its own, definitely doesn't help with the nonce allegations and the general self-centred persona he gives off.

I do not want to be associated with, let alone support such a disgusting character as Bell. I'm going to be changing my profile picture and renaming my blog "Jean's Corner". I will also be deleting my Brian Bell fanfiction off of AO3, and revoking his honorary Moroccan citizenship. Frankly, this man does not deserve a fan base. The most fitting punishment (after prosecution if he has committed statutory rape etc.) is for him to fade into obscurity and die unknown. I also think it's time Weezer found a new guitarist, hell I'd even be happy to see Jason Cropper re-join the band. For the time being I will continue listening to Weezer, as I enjoy it on an artistic level. The band has more members than Bell, and the bulk of their work can be attributed to Rivers Cuomo (and Jason Cropper re. Blue), not Bell. Plus there are other bands that I still listen to and enjoy due to their emotional significance for me like the Dresden Dolls, even if one of their members was incredibly racist (sang a minstrel song which included the n-word which she said hard r). Whether I continue to listen to Weezer or not might change in the next couple of weeks depending on how Rivers Cuomo and the rest of the band respond to these allegations, and given that I haven't listened to them in ages, they wouldn't be difficult to give up.

Though I never listened much to Bell's own music, from now I will completely avoid his solo projects such as Space Twins and The Relationship. I might even avoid Weezer songs where he sings lead vocals, such as Thought I Knew and Everybody Get Dangerous, but I'm not fully sure yet.

To basically conclude this clusterfuck of a situation, Brian Bell is a nonce, and I don't want to have anything to do with him anymore. May he be excommunicated from the band and fade into obscurity.

#weezer #brian bell #brian bell allegations #bell is a nonce

[goldammerchen]

(hws ger.many in cleaning mr. pru.ssia)

this sounds okay i guess, but i prefer thinking pru sticked around at least until ger was physically older—not what i want to talk about though, i'm back with my usual bullshit :D

if at some point gil stopped going to world meetings (maybe just going to euro ones), the last time many heta-countries would have seen him or hear about him—aside perhaps few old heta typical shenanigans(?) that aren't about their jobs: think in the events—was pre ww.1 or around that time... a lot happened after that (i will come back to that), and then he reappeared in the international scene renamed as the GD.R...

so, known as a person as pretty much an jerk (maybe a funny or crazy one *shrug*), for some last seen/known as an essential part of an empire, bunch of heta-people likely having no idea of what gil did in between wars (common HCs have him rethinking everything); ww.2 happened, obviously, and after the end he gets yeeted out the map, dissolved into acid (❤)... then years later gil more or less returned back to the fucking game????? let's say you're an avatar who wants their definitive independence, or is already independent but isn't exactly trusting of old powers and their interventions: this old dog, in the last years known less than the younger sibling, might as well be exactly as he was described in the reasons that got him to be the official representative of nothing for a while.

...aka same stuff i have written about recently, but i thought that it would be even worse than i thought before lmao. done! have repeated myself enough for now.

#shutting the fuck up!! should do something else for once #hetalia #hws prussia #hws germany #dd.r posting #<-tag with this type of stuff #hello from the queue #sr. tnddr

[raxistaicho]

Ronan the Philosopher! Edelgard in Thracia, chapter two

On to chapter two, my fellow Red Lady fans!

It gets worse.

Before we start,

DO NOT FUCKING GO PESTER REYNA IN HER COMMENTS SECTION. I DON'T WANNA SEE PEOPLE COPY-PASTING MY ARGUMENTS HERE IN COMMENTS TO HER EVER AGAIN.

Anyways, I figured it'd be useful to give a brief rundown on the setting in which this story takes place, because not a lot of people will have played Thracia 776, I imagine.

So, first, the story takes place on the Thracian peninsula:

It's split between the north and the south.

North, once an independent coalition of kingdoms known as the Munster District, was subjugated years before this story began and is now under occupation by the Granvalle Empire and has been renamed the Kingdom of North Thracia. Duke Bloom of the Granvalle ducal family Friege is the appointed governor of the Imperial territory, making him king of the northern half of the peninsula. The north used to be a federation of smaller kingdoms, including Leonster (the former head kingdom, and the one which Leif is the heir of), Munster, Ulster, and Connacht. Ulster now serves as king Bloom's capital.

South, AKA the Kingdom of Thracia, ruled by king Travant. A mountainous, barren country inhabitated by wyverns, which the Thracians fly into combat. Formally they're independent of and at peace with the Granvalle Empire, but Travant is ambitious and desperate to save his starving kingdom by conquering the fertile north. Its capital is also called Thracia.

The border between the north and south is a roughly diagonal line that slithers between Tahra and Meace on the map above (Tahra in the north, Meace in the south). Though the peninsula is collectively called Thracia, usually anyone called a Thracian is specifically a southerner.

Now that we got that out of the way, on to the chapter itself:

Edelgard's helping out around Iz to keep her mind off of things. For some reason they're calling her Edie, even though that's... a very weird nickname for a bunch of peasants to call someone. It's explicitly the same nickname as the one Dorothea uses.

Because of her Crest she's super strong, as she herself says:

But everyone was treated that way; she simply stood out more because of her strength. (Serios's strength, that – that beast's strength, not hers. Not her family's-)

Edelgard never considered herself inhuman or beastly because of her Crest, Reyna. Definitely not her Crest of Seiros, in any case.

We then get a moment of Reyna trying to portray Edelgard as out of touch:

And the labor was ceaseless in Iz. In the weeks she'd first arrived in this strange place after her death(?), while she'd been recovering, Edelgard had thought it a little odd that she almost never saw Ronan and his mother sitting down to play a board game, have a snack and talk about something frivolous, read a book or play games with the locals.

Because it makes total sense for the woman who started a rebellion to give the lower class the same opportunities the nobility enjoyed to expect peasants to live a life like that of nobles.

Oh, and, this is coming from the canonical workaholic whose most furtive desire is to just be able to enjoy a day off.

That said, Reyna does a really nice job painting the kind of bleak and toil-filled life a medieval peasant would endure:

There was never time to be sitting idle; there were always repairs that needed to be done, always food that needed to change hands, always wood that had to be collected to keep the houses warm, animals that needed to be wrangled, baskets that needed weaving, fish to be caught, and that was just the more important chores. Edelgard had lost count of how many times she'd had to trek to the wells and draw up buckets of water over the past few months; there wasn't a single house in the village, including the church, that had a running water system. Washing clothes for the house was another hours-long chore that started before the sun rose and ended late in the afternoon at best; without the soaps and wheels Garreg Mach had, it stunned her how much more effort such a basic and necessary chore took. The town hadn't known anything about the relation between keeping their streets clean and keeping sicknesses away; when Edelgard had impressed the importance of it on them, she'd created another job that caught her flat footed with the time and energy it demanded. She would return to the guest room that belonged to her now and crash into it, unable to think, and fall asleep knowing she would have to do much of it again the next day. Food was always in short supply. The villagers all took a tough man attitude on the matter when she asked why they had so little, about how they were no nobles who would die of starvation if they didn't have three course dinners with cake included; but Edelgard had gotten alarmingly used to skipping her morning meal so Ronan and Contessa always had even the crumbs of a meal in their too-bare cupboard.

Unfortunately, this is not leading to, "I was right that we should have improved society somewhat," but, "this is only because of Arvis's occupation and I did the same thing to Fodlan :(((("

How was it that she was living a rougher life here, in a town where she was welcome and accepted, than when she'd been reduced to an exile living on King Lambert's charity by her bitter stepmothers? How? How was that possible?

So much to unpack in one little paragraph.

First off, "living on King Lambert's charity." She wasn't mooching in Faerghus, she was kidnapped (it's implied Arundel did it to keep her safe during the Insurrection, but still) and living there against her will.

Secondly, there's nothing to support the assertion that she was living in Faerghus because of Ionius's concubines.

Thirdly, no, Edelgard's time in captivity underneath Enbarr is not going to be mentioned, why the fuck would it be, Reyna has a narrative to push!

She wants to make us think of Edelgard as some spoiled little princess who doesn't know anything about a hard life. Because Edelgard detractors have this notion in their heads that Edelgard knows nothing about the lives of the commoner-class so as to convince themselves that her ideals are built on shifting sand.

We're skipping ahead a little bit in which Edelgard delivers some wheat to the local baker, and she pauses a moment to worry about,

what the village might think of her if they found out she was a born and bred noble.

I'm sure this is leading up to some shocking twist in which they're fine with nobility, so that Edelgard can look foolish and ignorant again. Anyways,

She'd tried to learn about the history and geography of this country, Thracia. Oh, she'd tried. But the village's lack of means had stumped her at every turn

It shouldn't, you're in a fishing village out in the sticks, probably everyone here is illiterate. Much like in Fodlan, which Edelgard would be aware of. Hell, Christopher fucking Paolini got this right, Reyna!

only the church had a map or two along with anything resembling historical texts, and the priest had ruefully explained he'd been forced to bury books that were less than complimentary to the current regime.

...Why? Iz is in Thracia (as in, the Kingdom under Travant) judging from FE4's map, and there wouldn't be any kind of new big shakedown by Travant's soldiers.

But anyways, the reason why is Reyna's gonna paint the picture of an authoritarian anti-book regime and then probably suggest the same thing was happening in Fodlan under Edelgard. Even though. You know. The church was doing that themselves. They were literally burying the books, when you consider that the Shadow Library is underground!

Thracia was a land divided by the tragedy of the crusaders Nojurn and Dain

Njörun and Dáinn, Reyna. Look, I know Jugdral has big Spell My Name With an S problems, but the wiki is right there! All these names are official now! (Njörun and Dáinn were the crusader siblings - think the Ten Elites but genuinely heroic - who founded Leonster and the Kingdom of Thracia, respectively.)

Nojurn wasn't even a past fan translation of her name!

sister and brother who's conflict had accidentally resulted in the death of Nojurn's husband and the splintering of their people along that bloody line

Njörun's husband was fighting Dáinn, Reyna. Njörun herself was not said to be part of the conflict. Njörun accidentally killed her husband while trying to stop the fight, killed herself out of grief, and then Dáinn died mysteriously a few years later. The whole tragedy of Gáe Bolg was because Njörun used it (it being the weapon tied to her bloodline) to strike her husband down accidentally.

Several years ago, this historical tragedy had repeated itself when King Travant of Thracia, descendant of Dain, hunted down Prince Quan and Lady Ethlyn of Leonster – son of Nojurn and his wife – and slaughtered them in a brutal ambush, stealing their lands for one shining moment… only to be promptly subjugated by the Empire of Granvelle with barely a few months to enjoy his ill-gotten gains.

There was a lot more to the Munster District's (the northern half of the Thracian peninsula) downfall at Travant's hands, but that's more or less the long and short of it. Reyna's retelling implies Grannvale also took over the Kingdom of Thracia but they most certainly did not. Thracia is one of the few countries to remain independent throughout Arvis's reign, up until Seliph rolls on in.

“I hear Travant spoke a lot of pretty words about giving us food and honey that Leonster were hoarding from us in their lush and fruitful lands,” She told Edelgard over dinner when she'd asked about it.

I'll take, "something Travant would never do," for 500, Alex!

Now to give some credit, Thracia 776 smoothed out a lot of Travant's... unsavory portrayal from Genealogy of the Holy War, and his motive is really just to re-unify the peninsula to end the starvation in the south, but I just can not see him going to the commoners and pretending he's going to make everyone's lives better.

This is just a bit of mischaracterization so Edelgard can be erroneously compared to Travant.

“Well, I lived through that war and the Empire's arrival and I and my boy are still struggling. I'd say nothing has changed, but it has – for the worse." The densely populated land that she was introduced to were nominally under the control of a single ruler – the Emperor of Granvelle, Arvis.

It'd be under Bloom's rule, technically, though Arvis is obviously Bloom's superior. Yeah, don't expect much acknowledgement of Bloom, since he's not useful for the narrative Reyna wants to push in which she'll be comparing Edelgard and Arvis (and he doesn't appear in person in Thracia ever so she might genuinely have forgotten about him).

Edelgard committed the former kingdom names to memory – Chalphy, Yngvi,

Those are dutchies, not kingdoms. Houses Chalphy and Yngvi (for fucks' sake, she gets Njörun wrong but she gets Jungby's fucked up official translation right???) are two ducal houses of the former kingdom (now empire) of Grannvale. Sigurd hailed from House Chalphy.

Leonster, Augustria, Silesse, Verdanne, Issach,

Those are (or rather, were, thanks to Grannvale invasion) all kingdoms. Of them, only Leonster should be important to this story.

along with a few minor principalities like Darna.

Dahna's just a fortress city in the Aed Desert, there's no known prince there. These words have meaning, Reyna.

Then there was the Loptous Religion – cult, it was a cult, the priest told her not to confuse them with a normal religion. He told Edelgard that the head of the cult, a man named Manfroy, had taken advantage of the crown prince going mad after his mother's murder to become emperor in all but name, pushing Arvis to the side. Then he'd plunged Jugdral into horror and darkness the likes of which was only spoken in legend, of the time before the Crusaders.

This is gonna be compared to the Agarthans later on, even though Edelgard canonically had a much tighter lid on Thales than we ever see from Arvis with Manfroy.

I also can't imagine rando people out in the middle of nowhere knowing much about Manfroy.

Is it gall, that she still feels righteously outraged at the stories of a cult with a dead dragon at the helm bringing harm to humans?

I'm pretty sure the people of Jugdral didn't know that Naga, her companions, and Loptous were all dragons. They would have just viewed them as gods, much like how the people of Archanea ended up warping Naga into a giant human warrior.

And in any case, as I've said before, the word "dragon" does not appear to exist in Fodlan, so these commoners calling Loptous a dragon would have about as much impact on Edelgard as someone calling Satan a Smyrp would have for us.

I mean I know what Reyna is doing, Edelgard needs to have her Come to Seiros moment in this fic and part of that involves her realizing Dragons Good, Actually, but that Reyna has to warp Jugdral and Fodlan's established setting to get her message across demonstrates how poorly-applied it is.

Oh, but anyways, no that is not gall, Edelgard, it is normal.

She'd been so confident that she could be a hero and bullrushed head long into being that cult's pawn.

She was not anyone's pawn but yours, Reyna.

Why is she clenching her fists in rage and planning how she'd defend the town if minions of Loptous came calling?

Because Edelgard just kinda be like that: a protective, compassionate woman who can't stand to see innocents victimized. Anyways, Edelgard catches up with Ronan, who was out hunting. She ponders going to the closest village - implied to be Fiana, where Leif is secretly living in hiding - but Ronan tries to warn her off going.

The naked care for her, audible in his voice, makes Edelgard wince a little. It had been like this ever since they'd met months ago, and she's still not used to it.

Edelgard's just so unused to people being nice for the sake of it! In the hands of a better writer this could be a sad demonstration of Edelgard having lost the ability to trust thanks to all the suffering and betrayals she's endured in her short life, but since this is Reyna this is probably just her not being familiar with the concept of compassion in general.

There's so much I haven't told you about me. If you knew, you would reject me like you reject Travant and Manfroy. ...How she would even tell him, she doesn't know, but... the knowledge that Ronan thinks she's something she's not...

Oh, Edelgard, you siwwy, these people love the Good Nobles! Ronan suggests they go skip stones, which they've evidently done enough times that Edelgard has a reputation for being better than him. I thought these people had no time for leisure, Reyna? You wrote several paragraphs about that earlier in this same chapter!

Anyways, Edelgard asks whether Ronan's ever considered leaving in search of a better life, and we get this:

Ronan hesitated for a moment; Edelgard stood up and tossed her rock out. It skipped several times before vanishing beneath the water. “I do want better for us,” he confessed. “But… I mean, even if we managed to make the trip across all that water, there's no guarantee that things will be better wherever we land. Isn't it better to fight for the home you have than run away and just hope for the best?”

We did it, boiz!!!

This is literally just, "we can't risk making things worse in our attempts to make them better," liberalism. And it doesn't even work within the context of either Thracia 776 (because Lief... you know... he starts conflict to better the lives of his people...) or Three Houses (because Edelgard was literally fighting for her home, that home being Fodlan itself and not just Adrestia).

Edelgard points out how nobody seems to have the guts to fight with Ronan. Ronan then gets distinctly un-provincial.

“Yeah. It's true a lot of people are too scared to fight… or don't have the balls to.” He grimaced, glaring at the horizon. “But it can't stay like that forever. At some point we're either going to stand up in fight, or lie down and die. There's no point in surviving under the boot of monsters like this, with no one willing to uphold justice.”

Yeah, that's how a medieval peasant talks, dipping into abstract concepts like justice!

Then we get,

“Didn't the Emperor Arvis call creating this very Empire justice?” Edelgard prodded pointedly. Ronan snorted like a bull. “Of course he did; he had to pretend it was, after massacring Lord Sigurd and every other heir to Judgral who was in his army. And what was his 'justice'? Handing all of us over to the cult of Loptous, who he cozied up to in the first place to even get the crown.”

Who the hell handed Ronan the Genealogy of the Holy War game script? How would he know all this? I've mentioned he lives out in the sticks, now it's time to show how far away he is:

Ronan would be living right around where I circled there. Unlike Fiana, where Leif lived, Iz doesn't even have walls:

Like seriously? How does he know all this? Traveling bards spreading the word? Reyna's just twisting the world this story takes place in so she can have Ronan unknowingly blame Edelgard for unleashing terrible wrongs upon Fodlan.

“Justice to me is the food being hoarded at Belhalla and Travant's palace being distributed among people who actually need it.

I very much doubt Travant is hoarding food, at least not for himself. Famine is Thracia's biggest problem. Also, again, Ronan would probably be more likely to complain about Bloom hoarding food at Ulster, not Arvis at Belhalla (the capital city of the both the Kingdom of Granvalle and the Granvalle Empire).

Here's the thing. Arvis is so far removed from the wrongdoing at Thracia. In Thracia 776, the vast majority of the Imperial forces you fight are specifically the armies of House Friege, which, as I mentioned, is Bloom's ducal house. But that doesn't work for Reyna's narrative, because Arvis has several comparisons to draw with Edelgard and Bloom has none.

Justice is the children being taken by the hunts being returned home unharmed and the monsters participating in those sick games all being hung.

This sure does sound like something a medieval peasant would say. Also notice how Ronan's grammar and punctuation got a lot better?

By the way, this is how Ronan's dialogue is written in the newer fan translation:

Ma, I can't stay outta this any longer. I'll go and fight alongside— Oh, you must be with the Freeblades! I want to join y'all! I'm good enough with a bow and I can get around pretty fast. I won't hold you back none. That don't matter none! Every battle is somebody's first, right? Guess this'll be mine. I mean, maybe you can stand holing up in here an' waiting to die, but I sure can't!

Anyways, getting back to the more inexplicably well-read Ronan:

Justice is us actually getting all those pretty things Arvis promised us; education and safety nets and better roads and soldiers who aren't just thugs in armour protecting us.

Whatever Arvis actually promised is really vague - text limitations from the SNES days n'all - but this is so comically twisted to be similar to what Edelgard might've talked about that it's funny. Reyna has all the subtlety of a flying hammer.

Justice is getting back the families that actually cared for us and kept us safe, like Leonster and Chalphy.

"We want our good nobles back, please >:("

Dimitri needs to be validated in his belief that both sides have a point in the commoner vs noble divide. Now, obviously it does make sense that Ronan would want the families that didn't cause chaos back, but it's still such an unsubtle dig at Edelgard's "let's remove the nobility!" ideals.

Edelgard brings up the rumors that Leif's still alive, and Ronan remarks he'd join up with him in a heartbeat. Edelgard tries to warn him off jumping into war so eagerly - this is supposed to be her having second thoughts about war, guys! :D - but before the conversation can go very far, Lifis's pirates appear over the horizon to raid Iz.

This is very likely going to coincide with the events of Thracia 776's second chapter, in which the Fiana Freeblades - which Leif is not the leader of by the way, we'll see if Reyna gets that right - while marching to Munster to rescue the kidnapped Mareeta and Nanna, reach Iz as it comes under a raid by Lifis's pirates.

I'm not sure I'm ready to see what Reyna does with Leif, folks.

Anyways, that's the end of the chapter, so on to the author's notes!

Edelgard is interesting to write here at the beginning; I think that in a world where she survived past losing, she is very very subdued in the best case scenario.

There's a very good reason she asks for death, by word or by knife, in all three routes where she loses.

...

Please tell me Reyna doesn't think Edelgard was trying to kill Dimitri when she threw the knife at the end of AM.

Her ideals ruled her, and if they were broken by her war being a mistake and a failure,

Failure yes, mistake no.

she doesn't have much else at all. This is a broken Edelgard, who's going to rebuild herself upon being attached to a new cause.

The cause of coming to Seiros!

That process shall be…interesting.

I say "painful", but that's just me.

And to conclude, here's a couple choice takes from the comments.

From someone other than Reyna:

I really like the detail of Edelgard slowly learning how starkly different "a hard day's work" means for noble vs commoners: Garreg Mach gave a taste of that through chores, but it could never really replicate what it means to have to work day-in and day-out to scrap by during hard times.

"Hard times", being "all the time" when you're a medieval peasant.

Plus, her using her Crest enhanced strength for everyday labor is really great! It really lets her get a feel for just how helpful a power like that would be for commoners, while also letting her help the little guy out directly.

Yuuuuuup, you know where this is leading! "Crests good, actually!"

Reyna herself replies:

I'm glad you like it!; there really is no comparison. It always annoyed me how Edelgard claims in 3H proper that she's saving the 'oppressed' when it becomes so incredibly clear she has no idea what their lives are like -

"But Dimitri knows! Dimitri knows!" Except not Reyna's Dimitri because he never had that arc, but it's okay: he evidently just wanders around Faerghus, helping people with his super duper Crest strength. Because the sole living heir who almost died once when the king was murdered would be permitted to do that.

she hadn't even considered making free education available to them, given how startled she is when Ferdinand suggests it in their supports.

(weak laughter)

Of course Reyna buys into the "Edelgard didn't think of something that didn't exist until around the 1800's IRL, stupid girl!" argument.

And yes, her Crest strength is incredibly useful for things like this!

Edelgard didn't even CONSIDER the value of Crested laborers! What a foolish, short-sighted girl!

There is a reason that the exultation of Crests lasted for a thousand years; they have a tangible affect on people's lives.

Dimitri's criticized for being out of touch when he says this for a reason, Reyna.

Also the reason Crests were exalted for a thousand years is because the church decreed it so. The vast majority of Crested nobles would never use their Crest powers to directly better the lives of the people.

From another non-Reyna:

Regarding my stance on Edelgard, I like her, same with all the Lords and Rhea, but unfortunately, her stans who keep on white-washing the bad stuff she does on all the routes ruined her and her routes for me, like, I prefer those who straight up admit "yeah, my white-haired gurlboss is a war criminal, whatcha gonna do?" instead of the "my female anime waifu will never do anything bad.", despite the devs and the game itself stating that non of the lords are literal saints.

I love the ones who are all "I like her as a villain, why can't her stans admit she's a war criminal? :)"

Yeah, get back to me when Dimitri fans stop having a chronic issue with trying to excuse or downplay literal torture.

That's all for today! Later people!

#fire emblem three houses #edelgard discourse #edelgard von hresvelg #edelgard positive #thracia 776 #reynaattheend #sporking Reyna's fic #fanfic

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TAG GAME TAG GAME TAG GAME TAG GAME, man, i missed these. @hotnerdywizard got me on this. Let's fucking GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

1. Are you named after anyone?

I was named after an actor! Quite a famous one. I won't name him, of course, but i love his work. Renaming myself was a bit of an accident. Someone had to take up the mantle of Prince, as a very short and flamboyant singer, it fits despite the lack of intention.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Excellent question! I was listening to a song about two weeks ago, it came out of nowhere. Spent about half the track crying with not an inkling as to why. I suppose i was overdue, no?

3. Do you have kids?

I do! A little mischief muffin of a young man. Very snuggly, shockingly bright, biggest smile I've ever seen. I adore him. I'd set the world on fire for him.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Cross country! I was Scouted for my refusal to play team sports when i could run laps and get three miles in (this did not prevent the necessity of dodging when dodgeball was the sport - whoopth). I played short stop for a while. Basketball at home, scorekeeping for my first job when i didn't make the team. I was a gymnast for years! Damn good at it, too. One of these days, I'll reteach myself to backflip. Eventually. At some point. Does extreme inline skating count? I was big on that.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

No, I've never been sarcastic in my life. (That was sarcasm.)

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

You can tell a lot about a person by their shoes. I stand by that. General aesthetic, their vibe. The emotion they're hiding in their eyes.

7. What’s your eye colour?

Somewhere between green and yellow depending on the light.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

There's a little of both in any story.

9. Any talents?

Talent can only bring one so far. It's the skills we hone from them. I have quite a number tucked in my back pocket. We haven't the time for the list. Well, we DO, it's more I'll Sound Like An Asshole if i give that laundry list. I may sound like one anyway. Folks tend to view a confident person as arrogant.

10. Where were you born?

Good old Providence. I never leave this city for long, it has my heart. Not to mention that one time i had to drink from a fountain downtown, there's a fountain down city with a superstition to it. Should one drink from it, they never truly leave. I'll die in this city, I'll die happily.

11. What are your hobbies?

Writing - poetry, journaling, journalism. Singing. Running when I'm able. Catching any concert I can. Art of many kinds. Perhaps I'll indulge that today. Reading. Philosophy. Designing. Stand up comedy and spoken word, I'm overdue a return to stage. Gaming. Body surfing and swimming. Rockhounding! Deciphering grave markers. Traveling, with any excuse, often with no notice to anyone until maybe a day prior. There are others, surely, that escape my mind at present. I do Many Things.

12. Do you have any pets?

My beloved bearded dragon, Babs. I'd set the world on fire for him, too.

13. How tall are you?

5 feet of fucking fury and an extra inch of insufferable pretention.

14. Favourite subject in school?

Neuroscience and literature - existentialist and gothic horror to be precise. I was a neuroscience TA, in fact!

15. Dream job?

A dream is what you want to do but still haven't pursued. I've done my dream jobs, I'm still doing most of them. I've always maintained I'd never have a normal job. So far, I've made good on that. If any of you catch me at an office job, kill the imposter on sight.

My dear friend tagged most of the folks i would've! It's up to you, @yolo-swaginz and @kuzupekos , should you find yourselves up to the task.

#tag game #about

[obscure-imaginations]

Satan- the Demon of Righteous Wrath and Deserved Betrayal.

This is inspired by @gasolineghuleh 's Ides of March post, but is also a character study for Imperator. Enjoy!

SFW, singular mention of sex, drugs, alcohol. Implies that Nihil is/was abusive. Cut for length.

It had been so long ago, the taking of the Imperator title, that she did not remember her birth name. Not that it mattered- she had run away at seventeen to join the church and renamed herself after Elizabeth Bathory. Elegant, intelligent, vain, and precise- all traits that described both Imperator and her namesake. Both of them were drenched in blood.

Not at first, no. Elizabeth was once just another Sibling of Sin- attend classes, perform work duties, have hobbies, go to bed, repeat. But even as a teen, Elizabeth had her eyes set on power through position. She planned to work her way up, slave over texts and assignments night after night.

But the opportunity arose to get power through sex, disguised as love. Emeritus Nihil, newly appointed Papa, had his eyes set on her. He talked of how pretty she was, how smart she was, how she was special. And Elizabeth, a young fool, believed every word.

Nihil had two children and a third on the way. But those other women, his unsacred Prime Movers, those were just for the church. He actually loved Elizabeth, not the bearers of his children. He promised, he swore, he made oaths on his father’s grave. Elizabeth still believed him, even when the words were whispered to her skin after a fight. She still believed him when he gave her a diamond engagement ring. She still believed him when he was drunk and high and fucking his groupies. She still believed him when he whimpered apologies when he came home late, plans forgotten. She still believed him when his third son’s mother mysteriously disappeared. She still believed him when he wrote a song for her. She still believed him when she made plans to announce her pregnancy.

But, on that fateful night, her faith ran out. That night after leaving that venue and flying to some other country she forgot the name of, Elizabeth the Imperator lost her faith, and turned to Wrath.

Nihil desired her, that much was clear. Even when she returned a year later with an ‘orphan’ she found, he still believed she would never lie to him. Imperator ignored him and his advances, but Nihil wasn’t done using her. She discovered she could use his desire as her advantage and the rest was history. If she gave herself to him, like she wanted to, he would grow bored of her and toss her out like the rest. If she denied him what he wanted… he would follow her to the ends of the earth. The leash was short, but Nihil never saw it.

Copia was too much like his father, despite never actually knowing him. The first three brats were easy to dispatch at once, weaknesses on display too much like Nihil’s. Unlike the first three, Copia trusted her. Imperator never got to be his mother, but being his teacher was second best. Even when danger flashed in his face, he trusted her. Even when the newly hired Mr. Saltarian, with a coat too much like a Catholic’s, threatened him, he trusted her. He was like his mother- blindly trusting.

…

Copia had a party planned. Imperator would entertain him for now. Despite him being her son, she was growing more annoyed with him every day. He was too awkward, too nerdy, too rodent-inclined, too stupid. It would all end soon, she reminded herself. Her plans had all worked so far, and they would continue to work. There was nothing left around to change them.

Her eyes were on her book, she didn’t notice the distinct lack of light, the lack of guests, the markings on the floor. She didn’t notice until the book was ripped from her hands, surrounded by ghouls. It was too late to scream, the ritual dagger in her back scorching the air from her lungs. Imperator was gently lowered to her knees, the blurry face of her son appearing in front of her as the chanting started.

“I’m sorry, mother. It was the only way to bring back my brothers.” Copia whispered, his lips pressing to her forehead. 

The one thing Imperator never planned? Copia having a brain. She realized, all these years, he played the fool, but one thing was certain.

Copia was too much like his mother.

#// angst #// drugs mention #// alcohol mention #// abuse implication #the band ghost #ghost bc #sister imperator #papa nihil #papa emeritus nihil #papa copia #papa emeritus iv #papa iv #cardinal copia #nameless ghouls

[citrusreadstoa]

Reading The Dark Prophecy: Chapter 25 (SPOILERS)

"Big birds are evil / They charge me with razor legs" Are the ostriches back? :D?

"Frenzied young women threw their strophiae at me." Holy fuck, that's an ancient type of bra. This is still a kids' book?

"six combat ostriches" The big birds.

"The demigods of Commodus's Imperial Household" They're like Meg, basically? I wonder if any effort will be made to free them or turn them to their side. "And, predictably, an entire section of the stands was filled with wild centaurs." Fifteen bucks they're not even working for or with the Triumvirate. They're just here for the show. Are they Party Ponies or just centaurs? "They blew their vuvuzelas" VUVUZELA (n.): a long horn blown by fans at soccer matches in South Africa Google also notes that the name is trademarked in the UK. I think they are Party Ponies due to the party supplies mentioned. Guess they're chaotic neutral. They'll go anywhere a bloodbath is promised, no matter if it's the good or bad side. I can get behind that lifestyle.

"glimpse of a golden-brown racing suit." Again, what kind of race is this going to be? I see no cars or chariots or horses. Best I can guess is they're going to race on the ostriches, but idk if they can handle the weight of a person and still run. Wasn't there a war fought against them once in Australia? No, that was emus. Are ostriches just as vicious?

"This was exactly the sort of welcome I'd been longing for." Yayyyyy. Clap clap clap. Meg. What have you led yourself and Apollo into? You did not need to check this out. You could've just left! Wait a minute, was the audience just sitting there hoping these two would show up? What was their plan B if they didn't? Nah, Commodus doesn't strike me as the type to have a plan B.

"I wondered if she might have betrayed me once again" Yeah, I thought that for a second too, but it would've been ridiculous to stage all those fights with Lit and the sea serpent just to get them here. She didn't do this on purpose.

"This is just the dress rehearsal" This is the dress rehearsal??? If this is the rehearsal, then the real event is going to be a waking nightmare! Does Commodus... does he have eyes? Can he SEE the monstrosity that is before him? I guess his advisors were too scared to tell him to tone it down a notch. Or maybe they did and they're six feet under now.

"You're next. But Meg couldn't have known about that... could she?" Yeah, no. That's a coincidence.

"My throat made the sound of a vuvuzela." Sorry, I couldn't keep a straight face at that. Anyway, I bet the Dark Oracle told him something vague and he immediately interpreted that as I should rename the city and set up the worlds biggest eyesore. "Not me personally." Whoever he sent definitely just told him what he wanted to hear 'cause if they said anything else, they'd be beheaded.

"revealing a one-piece racing suit of Nemean Lion hide" Hey, it respawned! "Indy-Colt-500-Double-A Gladiatorial Championship" Four words or less. Any respectable sporting event should be named with four words or less. The only comprehensible words in that title were "Gladiatorial Championship." Try "Commodianapolis Gladiatorial Championship" or "National Gladiatorial Championship" or even "Ultimate Gladiatorial Championship" instead. Literally anything else.

"Three Formula One race cars" Oh, this is a car race. Huh. I was kinda hoping for superstrength ostriches.

Exotic animals, gladiators, race cars, reverb country music, and monstrous audience members in a football stadium... This is the sporting event equivalent of a crackfic. Even the name of the event... Commodus, you've made a real-life crackfic. What do you have to say for yourself? No, I don't want to hear it.

"I raced after her, the Throne of Mnemosyne" NO, he still has the chair on his back! "a new death haiku" Ayo the title! "Basketballs ex machina." Literally.

"[Meg] grabbed one's neck and swung onto its back" Hey, so they can at least hold a small human. "her plan: kill Commodus." Can they still be killed? Idk how far along the Triumviratees have come with the god-emperor thing. I'd hate for them to get so close to taking down 1/3 only to find out they don't have the necessary whatever-it-is-you-need-to-kill-a-god-emperor.

"Southbound Pachyderm." PACHYDERM (n.): a very large mammal with thick skin, especially an elephant, rhinoceros, or hippopotamus

"I smashed him in the face with my combat ukulele." So that's what the combat part is. It doubles as a club. Nice.

"a late-night road trip in search of vindaloo" VINDALOO (n.): a highly spiced hot Indian curry You could probably find that at a restaurant, but I guess regular old mortal vindaloo isn't going to do it for you gods, huh? Istg Apollo goes on journeys in search of the most ridiculous things you could probably get to with a fifteen-minute car ride.

"Can you save him before he bursts into flames?" So we know it's not Leo.

"the karpos Peaches." NOOOO PEACHES IS GOING TO BURST INTO FLAMESSSSSSSS pls save him

#cliffhangerrrrrr #this whole chapter felt like a crackfic #i look forward to more *inhales* Indy-Colt-500-Double-A Gladiatorial Championship arena shenanigans #reading trials of apollo #reading the dark prophecy #reading toa #reading tdp #toa spoilers #trials of apollo spoilers #trials of apollo #the dark prophecy #percy jackson and the olympians #apollo pjo #apollo #lester papadopoulos #meg mccaffrey #commodus pjo #commodus #emperor commodus #combat ostriches #triumvirate holdings #peaches the frozen fruit demon #peaches pjo #peaches #pjo #toa #pjo hoo toa #rrverse #riordanverse

[jayjtheunsispiciousmelodicathem]

I was tagged by @rayatii, so here I go

1. Are you named after anyone?

As far as I'm aware, no. Unless you consider nicknaming myself to count for this, then probably after James from the pokemon anime, and

2. When was the last time you cried?

Several weeks ago when I told a homophobe to shut up and somehow not getting beaten up by him, and then later when I told my mum about that I also came out to her - tears of both fear and happiness

3. Do you have kids?

Nope. I'm not great parent material to be honest.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

I'm not really sure, I can't really tell sarcasm when I see it, that includes myself, so if you see me using the "/s" tone indicator know I'm rolling my dice there /gen

5. What sports do you play/have you played?

Chess and currently learning some of the tournament card games. These are sports no matter what you think qualifies as sport - football is also a game and yet it's counted as sport. Either way if that answer doesn't suffice, I was pretty big on basketball in middle school, and the boys bullied me for it in middle school. Then they realised that it's actually kinda fun, and I have fallen out of practice by that time, and grew to hate it like most other physical game-sports.

6. What’s the first thing you notice about other people?

Their linguistic quirks. Accents, regional words, peculiar mispronunciations, particular patterns of misspelling things.

7. What’s your eye color?

Deep brown, can't tell the exact shade. a mutual friend of Raya and I said once that I have "very loyal eyes" to compare them to the colour of brown dog eyes.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Happy endings. I want to see my blorbos happy. Although if "bittersweet" was an option here, I'd go for that.

9. Any special talents?

I don't consider myself talented in any particular way, but I know my friends would send me strongly worded PMs if I gave that as my answer, so I'll say, what many of them always put at the forefront of the good stuff about me, "Good at learning languages", and personally I'd also say "Pattern recognition" (especially when it comes to languages)

10. Where were you born?

Masuria (southern part of former East Prussia, WHICH SHOULD NOT BE CALLED EAST PRUSSIA, "EAST" PRUSSIA WAS THE ORIGINAL PRUSSIA, THEN ONE OF THE PRUSSIAN RULERS GOT BRANDENBURG INTO HIS COUNTRY AND CALLED THE WHOLE THING PRUSSIA, AND NONSENSICALLY RENAMED PRUSSIA PROPER "EAST", LIKE THERE'S MANY DUMB NAMES IN THE WORLD BUT EAST PRUSSIA TAKES THE FUCKING CAKE), Poland

11. What are your hobbies?

Learning languages, learning about languages, playing ttRPGs, learning ttRPGs, writing (poetry and prose), reading (mostly prose but I like poetry too), traditional board games, traditional card games, modern board games, modern card games, zelda, graeco-roman mythology, mythology, history (chiefly before Napoleon) and many many more. I can already think of some stuff I missed but I don't want to make this post infinitely long

12. Do you have any pets?

Not I myself but my family has three cats! A tabby named Kati, a british shorthair named Boniface, and a ragdoll named Lucifer. We also used to have a yorkshire terrier named Little Knot (translating from the polish name, we don't have the same connotation of knot in regards to canine genitalia, the original name is Supełek)

13. How tall are you?

Last time I checked, 173cm

14. Favorite subject?

Language stuff. RPG stuff. too much stuff.

15. Dream job?

not one in mind. I thought I wanted to be a translator but with how I'm doing in college, I doubt I'd become that :')

and now for the 15 other people, lessee... @awerzo @nerothething @angeloftheeasterngate @carrotsareaces @quilveor @leosoularrow @cutthroatchorus @kettukakku-blog @mrvauxs @norislandia @hedgerian and I think that's about the extent to which I can name people off the top of my head have fun!

[anarkhebringer]

I decided I wanna give Furude rest in his life and finally thought of a last name for him, were he to finally be able to find his true last name among his altered family records that say his name is Furude. His true last name is now Cohen. His father and the men on his father's side were damn good at what they did, which is how they got away with changing their name to something you'd see in each country their cult took root in (alongside having the money to get away with it), but Furude works harder in the name of malice and a soul-deep vendetta.

The reason Furude's last name is that despite him not being Japanese is because of a fucked up cult the men in his family before him were in, and with every place they took root, they took a last name used in said country to hide their tracks, and some even changed their first names too. They basically had ties with other cults in those countries that were willing to work with them by promising them wealth and power, were they to lend a hand in the experiments to bring about the "perfect result", AKA trying to make a god of their own out of the next generations of men to countrol. Furude's older brother that died was that "successful result", along with Furude himself being another successful but slightly weaker variant.

Since his older brother was the true one, and since the current base of operations was in Japan, he got the "honor" of having a Japanese first name too and they named him Kami. Were Furude to find his true name in his family's heavily altered records after killing as many members of his family off as he could, he'd honor his older brother by renaming him to Kane. He's not alive to hear it, but it's still a weight off his shoulders he'd appreciate.

Anyway there's some random lore for my UTAU sjidhugifh

#12-year-old me: I'm gonna create lore for my singing synthesizer that hates his job that is so complex and fucked up #I've had this as his lore since I was 12 I've just been trying to refine it to be less messy and shit on the cult in it more #there were too many open-ended things in it back then since I had less knowledge about things so some of it had bad taste vibes #I do think it says something though that cult trauma is so ingrained with a lot of my OCs but I won't unpack that yet #OC: Kyle Furude #OC info

[bulkkerlon]

Gigi allen

#GIGI ALLEN TV#

He was intelligent, well-read, friendly, and on top of business – if you wrote to him, he replied that day. The man I interviewed was Kevin Michael Allin (as his mother renamed him). I interviewed him for Flipside fanzine in 1987, a piece that triggered a years-long letters column debate. "Anybody who played with him knew how talented he was," says Basso, who first became aware of then-drummer GG and his bassist brother Merle Allin via their mid-Seventies rock band, Malpractice.Īllin was also possibly an undiagnosed schizophrenic. Jesus Christ Superfly leader Rick Carney, who volunteered to stabilize the club's booking, believes the Cavity was the opening shot in Red River becoming Austin's punk/alternative epicenter through the decade and into the 21st century.

#GIGI ALLEN TV#

Wagner roped in former Ritz soundman Dave Herman and Squat Thrust's Jimmy Bradshaw in 1991 to transform weirdo cult-cum-commune-cum-public access TV show Zendik Farms' old location into a punk club. "To this day, I still sing some of those songs to myself," says Cavity Club co-founder Staryn Wagner of the 1988 cassette-only Allin retrospective Hated in the Nation. "I got hooked on those early singles, because they're very pop-punk, experimental. But a typical sing-along chorus might be, " Needle up my cock/ And I can't get fucked no more."īrandon Burke, who attended Allin's Cavity gig with his IV Violent People/Gomez bandmates Ryan McDaniel and Chepo Pena, became a fan after picking up several early 45s at Waterloo Records. Allin's tight, melodic verse-chorus-verse-chorus-bridge-chorus-end tunes were played in a raw, Detroit 1969 protopunk style that got looser and grimier over time. Rob Basso, guitarist with GG's first band of note, the Jabbers, says the bands that bonded them – other than the standard late-Seventies punk litany (Sex Pistols, Ramones, etc.) – included the Monkees, Paul Revere & the Raiders, the Seeds, and Flamin' Groovies. He loved pop music – the garage-ier, the better. "That's what I wanna know."Īllin actually wrote very good songs. "But at the end of the day, where's the songs, man?" he grinned. This guy pooped on the stage, that guy peed on the audience, on and on. "First it was GG, then it was Jimmy Gestapo, then it was some other guy, then another. "Every now and again, I'd hear about these guys who wanted to out-Iggy Iggy," he continued. "Y'know, I heard about GG over the years," Iggy Pop – who knew a thing or two about transgressive showmanship – drawled with a smirk 10 years later, in a conference room at Virgin Records' New York offices. And unlike the Drive-By Truckers' country weeper account of Allin's 1991 Memphis gig, he didn't escape before APD officers shut it down. He and his band the Murder Junkies managed a nearly 25-minute performance. I noted a white male on the band stand was nude and staggering around the stage bleeding from the forehead."Ī typical night for the shock-rocker born Jesus Christ Allin on August 29, 1956, in Lancaster, N.H. I advised dispatch via radio tht I needed additional units to dispurse the crowd. "I saw a arm holding a spray canister above the crowd's head and it appeared that a member of the crowd was spraying the Mace. "he crowd was running away from the stage gasping and covering their faces," the Austin Police Department report continued, ungrammatically. “he crowd was running away from the stage gasping and covering their faces.” – Austin Police Department’s Official Arrest Report

#Gigi allen

[zooone]

after Wilburs last lore stream i have rounded out my character fully and completed her story as well (ps , i don't write romance . i write HEAVY ANGST and this is only a snippet of my oc's full story , btw my oc is fairly young shes somewhat apart of the crimeboys duo..... you'll see what i mean~)

laughing and chattering consumed the air whilst birds chirped in the background.

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"WILBUR!"..

"WILBUR!"..

"WILBUR!!!!!" Tommy yelled enthusiastically

"YESS??!" Wilbur returned , full of his shit whilst breaking concrete.

"yES! i understand ittt!" Tommy simply returned not a care in the world

" okay,,what do we say when we encounter a police officer ?"wilbur questioned with a playful smile .

" when we see a police officer we sayy....."

" A CRAB!!" both //Name// and tommy said in unison

while wilbur started quietly giggling to himself ....

" ACAB !" Wilbur corrected

"ohh" //Name// said in realization

"Acab?..thats ehhh" tommy tailed off

"Yes! yes ! thats it " wilburr said in a cheerful tone

"Wilbur your like my big big big brother wilbur I'll follow /jesus// you! ill follow look!" Tommy said

"yes yes i know" Wilbur said picking up the concrete

" and im just here" said //name// in a singsong voice trying to dry her long hair in the sun

"unfortunately I've gathered that look- by the way tommy I've been thinking.."

"MMMMMHHH OOHOHO me too about girls big girls-"

"Oh ive been thinking about our hotdog business."

"Is it.. hey hey come with me , should we rename it to the hot woman business , and we got lots of women !//no//and we get them //no// and we put the in a van! //TOMMY!//"

"I just really like the idea you said earlier !"

"Oh the blaze rod shitting one?! where we shit out blaze rods!!"

"okay i liked ..look tommy!TOMMY TOMMY!"

"Yes?"

" i liked the idea, but its was more about naming this place , and making it into a country!'

"Wait! REALLY?" //name// said enthusiastically

"oh the l'manburg one?"

"yeah! the L'mangburg one, jt has a really good ring to it man!"

"do you really think so i? i thought it might of been a little bit weird"

"i liked it it sounds nice!"

"no i ..yeah.. i think we go ahead with it"

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"this isn't a silly river tale to me anymore it's got a name its got a story!.. it's.. it's L'mangburg and to me it's you two "

"do you really mean that?"

"aye wills gone soft!"//pffttt-//

"Mhm" willbur starred down at //name// in mock disappointment

"NO ONE ELSE CAN TAKE THIS PLACE FROM US NO ONE YOU KNOW WHAT? I'LL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF THEM!!"

"Hey NO ONE, no one! i will not let anyone ruin this even if it kills me"

"i swear to God if i let it get ruined ill die on purpose even if i could stop it."

"okay! let's make official , next time i see dream im gonna go hard on him im gonna demand independence!im gonna fuck him up!

what do you say?"

"You know what i say wilbur ! i say L'manburg for ever !"

"L'mangburg for ever!"

"an extension of you! " "an extension of my big willy" "PFFTTT-"

"OH MY GOD- pffttt- im in as long as you don't forget about me "

//names// young voice fading into the distance..

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" hello Tommy //SHUT UP//, what are you doing out here its freezing?" //ghost!names// ghostly form moved closer to tommy but kept distance still.

"oh im waiting for Wilbur , he's uh talking with phill"

" i see."

as if on cue the door opened , after some bickering and confusioned expressions //g!name// knew how to read on the spot they left after apologizing to technoblade. . .

" why is he apologizing phill?"

"he wants too , make up for what he's done as far as he told me , he's apologizing to everyone here that he's hurt"

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"i see"... the red painted smile on they're ghostly porcelain face as a substitute for a mouth to give some expression to apathetic appearance done by they're more angered counterpart, driped a single drop , which if the painting was resent would not be odd , except it wasn't.

" guess they forgot about me."

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revival . . .

such a rush after 50 years in limbo.

the butterflies that act apon me as second eyes and whisper theories and facts about the lives others tell me about alot I've missed,

the ghostly version of myself is permanently gone .

just as i was revived during dreams escape my limbo was collapsing into eternal nothingness...melting away and it took them with it

I've been planning , really more day dreaming .. about killing said dream.

it would be easy if im being honest , the only thing thats been keeping me down is empathy , now thats been long removed from me .

i plan to kill him the same way he killed me , ane i plan on doing it as slowly as possible.

i don't care if he comes back or not . all i need is a life for a life.

after all you take and then give right?

as for will

i already knew he forgot about me. same with tom.

he said he wanted to apologize to everyone .... but he completely and utterly forgot me ..

thats okay . im used to it .

it's happened more times than you realize

name off anyone from this godforsaken server and I'll tell ya7

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i always tried to make them happy, to make them scream in joy !

but nothing was enough

so why not make them scream in agony.

and if they say its not fair.

i simply thank them for being the best teachers !

and I'll give them something to remember.

how did i do this idk its 2 in the morning.

LITERALLY QUAKING IN MY BOOTS ONGKGKCC THIS IS SO COOLLLKJJBNNN

#asks #mutuals! #sarcastics! <3 #long post