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I'm gonna stop calling it "Eris's flat" Catch me calling it "Eris's moderate but admirable curves" instead 😤

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i think

think

got something. Not sure, we shall see.

okay, with part 2 of Jacks' bio done and dusted, who next, who next indeed i wonder... ...legit i can't decide idk-

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as soon as the disorders stop disordering and the disability stops debilitating I will be so unstoppable powerful forever

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okay, with part 2 of Jacks' bio done and dusted, who next, who next indeed i wonder... ...legit i can't decide idk-

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OC Bio: Jackson-10, part 2.

Arriving in the Last City scant weeks before the Red War, Jackson barely had enough time to get to grips with the place before the invasion kicked off. Down in the city proper when the first drop pods started landing, Jackson caught on fast and immediately set to work. Cutting down Red Legion by the dozen while fighting towards an evacuation area, the loss of her Light did little to slow Jackson down, at least at first. The rigors of lightless combat weighed her down after a while, not used to being unable to shrug off the injuries she sustained. It got to the point that she was unable to use her sword adequately, and resorted to grabbing a Cabal Slug Rifle off one of her kills. Rifle in one hand and sword in the other, Jackson scored numerous more kills as well as being on the recieving end of a near-blue-on-blue thanks to her using an enemy's weapon. In her first and perhaps only successful diplomatic venture, she averted a nasty end at the hands of her fellow Lightless Guardians, joined up with the evacuating group and fell in as the group's rear guard. Retreating to a hangar to make their escape, Jackson's old and battered armour eventually crumbled to pieces under the ceaseless blows she sustained[1], her sword remaining the last vestige of her time as a Warlord. Her group eventually made it out of the Last City with remarkably minimal casualties, flying out of the city in a small flotilla of transport ships across the planet to a small farm in the EDZ and rendezvousing with other Last City refugees. Upon her arrival, Jackson was issued with a loaner set of Titan armour and assigned to guard duty, watching The Farm's perimeter 12 hours a day. It was during this time she met Torre-12 and Bec-8, the former coming and going from his near-daily hunting trips, and the latter out on its "supply acquisition runs". Jackson and Bec got along quite well at first, mostly as the two were both quite open about their need to blow off steam. What started as a series of casual off-duty (and occasionally on-duty) hook-ups eventually developed into a genuine mutually appreciative relationship in the months, then years that followed.[2] Jackson's relationship with Torre, however, did not start off particularly smoothly. The usually stoic Torre fangirled somewhat over Jackson's status as an ex-Iron Lord, which Jackson was far from pleased about. The two cleared the air after a while, shooting the shit long into the night while sharing drinks after Jackson's shift ended, Torre butchered his game while the ex-Warlord regaled the younger Titan with tales from her glory days before the Iron Lords. In what little free time she had, she worked on crafting herself a new bespoke armour set with what equipment and materials she could find around The Farm. It was far from her first time as a smith, having frequently worked forges back in her homeland. Using scrap armour plates scavenged both from the Cabal & from House of Dusk raiders, electronics ripped from her loaner armour and furs swiped from some of Torre's kills, she eventually put together a set she still utilises to this day. After the Traveler's awakening and return of the Light, Jackson stayed with The Farm for a good while. Helping the remaining civilians rebuild & refit the place wherever she could, before eventually leaving for the new Tower with Bec-8 in tow, both happy the war was over and bracing for what was to come next...

FOOTNOTES PT2

[1] You may choose to interpret this as Jackson leaving the City tits out pussy in the breeze with a slugrifle in one hand and sword in the other. You may also not. I however do :3c [2] Bec-8 is 5'1". Jackson-10 is 6'9". She is a giant in every aspect, and it deeply amuses me to pair her up with literally my shortest OC. I like size differences don't @ me <3

okay, part two done! Rather happy with it not gonna lie, even if i did write most of it pretty scruffily while making an industrial amount of pasta. Next up, a part 2 for someone else. I wanna try and get every bio on the same level before i continue onto the next part, keep it all even-ish, even if some bios progress faster than others (looking at you, Blank). Still! Happy to have this out, quite eager to start on the next. Feels good to have the muse back, i'ma be real ^^ Thanks for reading! -'Stag<3

OC Bio: Jackson-10.

Okay, i should start writing this shit. Starting with the first OC i cooked up, way way back in a freshly-dropped Witch Queen when Loreley Splendor was hot shit, and now i just can't bear to get rid of it. It's her thing, yknow? I did make an alt look w/ my beloved niche baby Stronghold later down the line tho. Bloody loving that this season eh xD Let's get some deets down.

Name: Jackson-10.

Nickname(s): "Jacks".

Pronouns: She/her.

Ghost's name: Mica.

Ghost's pronouns: He/him.

First resurrected: Early-mid Dark Ages.

And now the wordy stuff:

Jackson-10 started her life as a Risen pretty tumultously, all things considered, in agricultural territory being fought over by a trio of Warlords in Old Russia. She had to learn how to use her new abilities fast, and damn did she.

She proceeded to do the 'sensible' thing, and issue a challenge to all 3 Warlords while barely a few weeks 'old' and blinded by rage at the Warlords' actions. Jackson slew the lot one-on-one, claiming her first 3 final deaths, cleaving their thrones in 2 with a single swing each and claiming their territories for herself, along with Loreley Splendor from her third and final opponent. She ran her newly-acquired territories fairly well, for a greenhorn. Establishing a consensus to give her new citizens a voice, prioritising projects to ease her citizens lives & lending a hand in their implementation herself. Villages didn't quite thrive under her rule, but they were better off than being in a 3-way warzone, especially with her disproportionately violent anger-fuelled defensive efforts. Being an up-and-coming Warlord in Old Russia, it didn't take long for Jackson's exploits to make their way to the ears of the Iron Lords. Negotiations kicked off, and before long Jackson's fledgling kingdom entered a tenuous alliance with the Iron Lords, one that grew stronger over the years. That alliance ended after nearly a century, with Jackson being inducted into the Iron Lords proper, and her territory being subsumed. While her and most of the Iron Lords got along on at least a professional level, she did not see eye to eye at all with Felwinter & Saladin. The butting of heads was so frequent (mostly thanks to Jacks' anger management issues) that Jackson resorted to staying away from the Iron Temple as much as possible, returning to her old kingdom and defending & aiding it like she used to. All... "good" things come to an end, mind. Summoned to a meeting by Iron Lords Timur and Felwinter, Jackson stormed out after starting an intense argument over the usage of SIVA. She was firmly against anything to do with the Warmind, having heard countless horror stories over what happened to anyone who messed with it over the years. Not being the most diplomatic sort, her angered objections fell on deaf ears, and she was the only Iron Lord to reject the plan to seek out the Warmind, heading back to her old kingdom to try and take her mind off things. It wasn't long before she heard how poorly things had gone. Jackson made her way to the Iron Temple to offer aid to Saladin and Efrideet, only to be roundly rebuffed by Saladin. This was the last straw for Jackson, now totally disillusioned with the Iron Lords as a concept. She made one last trip to her former kingdom to grab her belongings and make sure the place was as set as it could be, then departed Old Russia for a city half the planet away...

Footnotes! :D

Godddd, okay. i think that's enough. Ngl i excel at writing up origins for my blorbos, getting them to the point of being, like, in a playable area of the game and then kinda leaving off the writing. Cause like, i play/played that bit. I don't know if i need to write it. Anyhow. That's Jacks' brief intro sorted. 1 down, 6 more to go. Gonna try and make these roughly weekly, but schedule schmedule. They'll be done when they're done, watch the tags. Thanks for reading <3 -'Stag

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it's been a capital-S Shit tier week but heavens to betsy i'm back writing again

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Update: Cracking out the cockrates in the clan discord. Regular saturday.

Gonna be smashing through more Trials this afternoon, if you see me out there let me know! 💖

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Hello, fellow destiny obsessing person. You seem very cool. 🖤

yo thank you! 💖

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Gonna be smashing through more Trials this afternoon, if you see me out there let me know! 💖

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i'm sorry (not) to people who know me irl

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I misunderstood your blog name and forgot point of the stag exists and just thought you were talking about The Stag, the exotic helmet, and I got so hyped cause I love The Stag. Also, I love that emblem/pfp

LMAO yea nah, Point Of The Stag was my first PVP bow and the one i still adore the most xD.

Also hell fuckity yeah fellow The Stag appreciator! :D :D I do love that thing, i crack it out in PVP every so often cause i can never settle on a pvp exotic for warlock and goddamn does it look rad.

and thank you! It's the emblem i use 24/7/365/except-iron-banner so i figured it'd fit :P Thanks for the ask! <3 -'Stag

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I'm conducting an investigation within Savathûn's Throne World but I'm dummy thicc and the clap of my ass cheeks keeps alerting the thralls

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...i didn't mean to reblog that last post on here, that one was for my main. But fuck it, y'all get trains makin' funky sounds :P

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I got nerdsniped hard. Why do modern electric trains sound like that when they accelerate.

Even if you know it's not gearboxes, and even if you know a little about basic electric circuits, you're still nowhere close to a simple explanation.

I got as far as VVVF but now I'm gonna eep

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Hello fellow Guardians ✨️

I really love(d) these places, and I loved that Mercury had Future, Past and Present – so I wanna share the love for it by sharing the screenshots I hold very dear

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Imagine, if you will:

A Hive Worm in a big hotdog bun with ketchup & mustard on it. Chillin' snug in the bun like :3c