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serpentface · 1 month ago

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How do the people of the lower classes live in wardin? Is It different in each region? How dynamic is the social ladder? Does slavery exist?

Gonna just go through the whole social structure to answer this thoroughly

(little note for this post- when I say 'urban' and 'rural' it doesn't have the same meaning as the contemporary- urban Wardi spaces are the major cities and towns INCLUDING the massive areas of farmland that surround and them. Rural spaces are lands distant from major cities, wherein most people live in small and isolated villages sustained by herding or small-scale farming and are surrounded by grassland or scrub)

SOCIAL HIERARCHY:

The majority of cheap labor is maintained by high levels of class stratification in a fairly strict and well defined social structure. This hierarchy can be roughly divided into 3 main classes- royalty, nobility, and commoners.

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Royalty consists of the Usoma and immediate kin, functionally the Usoma, the Usoma-Hittibe, the Usoma's wife, and his male heir. The rest of the royal family will be married into nobility and be functionally a part of that class (though tend to be appointed to high ranking roles in provincial government or the imperial court).

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The noble class is broader and describes all landowners, who occupy a variety of roles. They staff the imperial court, form the majority of provincial officials, and many of the most Major priesthoods take their members (or at least high priests) from noble families. They own most of the land and livestock that urban agricultural laborers work, and are expected to distribute much of their take of agricultural goods to their provincial government. This status is hereditary and only lost in cases of individual disowning or Extremely profound familial disgrace (usually severe criminal behavior) that leads them to be stripped of their title and their lands seized.

There's three main variants of the nobility class

Old nobility: families with very longstanding status and land holdings, long predating Imperial Wardin as an entity and often derived from older chiefdoms and/or descended from the royalty or politicians of its previous kingdoms + city-states). These typically own the most land and have the most political power, but this is not universal. New nobility/'new money': an emergent class that rose in tandem with a wealthy mercantile class, largely in the past two centuries. These primarily derive from very wealthy mercantile families that secured political/trade power during the chaotic formation of Imperial Wardin. Most 'new money' families are actually at least a century old and TRULY New 'new money' status is rare. They are likely to have less landholdings but may have the same or greater political power (and sometimes material wealth) than old nobility. 'landed commoners' or 'lesser nobility': This isn't Really a subclass of nobility in practice, but have similar status and privileges in theory. These are people/families who have been bestowed minor titles and granted land ownership, while generally lacking the hard power of others in this class group. Most lesser nobility is comprised of priests or members of elite warrior orders, some other lay/civilian commoners may occasionally receive this grant as a reward or recognition. Very minimal hard power comes with this title, though it can enable a person to maneuver their family into a true position of 'nobility' with luck.

There are mild cultural distinctions between old nobility and new money nobility (as is typical when 'new money' status is differentiated). The most socially conservative old nobility families have avoided intermarriage with their new money counterparts and tend to conceptualize their status as an Innate quality rather than the circumstances of their birth, one that would be sullied by intermarriage with upjumped commoners (often accompanied by appeals to traditionalism and fond memories of a morally superior time that never actually existed). This is a minority however, and the two groups are largely intermingled and united by a sense that, regardless of ancestral origin, they're notably better than most other people.

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The commoner class includes the VAST majority of the population. This class is very broad and includes a significant spectrum of wealth (some commoners are outright rich), but can be defined by lack of legal land ownership.

The majority of commoners (and majority of people in general) are agricultural laborers, and form a distinct subclass.

-Urban agriculturalists mostly work on land owned by nobility and used to sustain their city's population- the majority of their harvest is required to be given to their landowners, and a (smaller) majority of that is required to be distributed to the provincial government. They are allowed to live on their granted land and grow food for their own subsistence, but will have to buy or obtain their own animals for completely free use of livestock. -Rural agriculturalists are primarily living in villages away from any urban centers. Their land is not owned by nobility but not considered their own, being legally designated 'owned' by their province, and (in most cases) a percentage of their harvest is required to be paid to their province as tribute.

The other members of the lower commoner class are mainly fishers, sailors, trade caravaneers, and a variety of 'unskilled' laborers (contracted to build roads and buildings and general public works, etc).

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The upper commoner class is varied and more difficult to place, and consists largely of people living Within the urban centers. These are mostly artisans and merchants, as well as a variety of lower status public officials, teachers/tutors/scholars, specialized agriculturalists, poets, bards, athletes, actors, etc.

Within many of the major cities, skilled artisans exist in selective mercantile guilds and can be economically secure or potentially even wealthy. These are potters, painters, sculptors, silver and goldsmiths, blacksmiths, weavers, saddlers, leatherworkers, shipbuilders, tailors, etc etc. The merchant owners of these guilds are typically fairly wealthy, and the most powerful guilds tend to be owned by established new money nobility. These guilds are most common and diversified in the major coastal provincial capitals and some of their towns (Ephennos, Wardin, and Erubinnos, some will say that Godsmouth is Run by its guilds) and a lesser/less diversified phenomena in interior or small coastal capitals (Jatsait, Erub, Lobera). Artisans may be commissioned by temples, nobility, or even royalty to produce their goods, and very successful artists can make a name and very good living for themselves.

Animal sacrifice is very important to religious practice- captive sacrificial stocks are owned by each priesthood and reserved for their internal or public rites, but the general public often desires to bring their own high value offerings and sacrificial stock vendors have emerged as a concept to meet this demand in urban contexts. These are a subset of merchants who purchase surplus livestock from nobility or agricultural laborers (or hunt or poach wild game) and resell it to the general public, priced by value and rarity. The vast majority deal in birds (cheap to acquire and good enough for common offerings), but some wealthier/craftier merchants trade in larger livestock or other highly valuable animals. A subset of sacrificial stock vendors are more opportunistic and deal in non-animal offerings, usually vending desirable flowers, grains, spices and oils utilized in common offerings and strategically setting themselves up near temples or en-route to festivals. This is practice is legal and not considered outright heretical in of itself, but is kind of the used car salesman of Wardi culture (ie: "this cow is DEFINITELY older than a year, clearly diseased, and has ABSOLUTELY been bred and yoked, I'm not paying you ten gulls ((coinage)) for this shit come on man") and they do not tend to be regarded all that positively.

There are a few other subclasses who do not neatly fit into the core class hierarchy:

Priesthood: This group consists of all official priests of the Faith. Their hard material social status can vary- a significant proportion are selected from nobility and retain other aspects of that status, but some are commoners. All enjoy a degree of social protection, esteemed status, and security.

Warrior class: This is not the same thing as being a soldier (all male citizens can be conscripted as footsoldiers), and is rather a high status warrior placed into an elite military order. Much of the warrior class is members of nobility, but this isn't Always pure nepotism and this status will often be given in recognition of prowess regardless of class origin. If a commoner, they are very often bestowed land titles and become lesser nobility.

Non-Imperial Wardi: These are groups within the claimed territories who are not a part of the cultural core, mostly ethnic minority groups (Hill Tribes, North Wardi, Cholemdinae, Wogan, and unassimilated remnants of other pre-Wardi tribes). These groups live within their own social structures (though many could be considered to fall under the 'rural agriculturalist' class group). Many are in a tributary relationship with their surrounding province, in which case they retain full self governance in return for giving a percentage of their yield to provincial officials. Some people living on claimed Imperial Wardi territory exist fully outside of the tributary structure (mainly areas that are difficult to access, very distant from city centers, and/or hostile to the production of mass-desirable crops or agriculture in general) and are entirely just doing their own damn thing.

SOCIAL MOBILITY:

As implied in all that, social mobility is very limited. The vast majority of people will occupy the same class position (same OCCUPATION at that) as their parents and grandparents and great grandparents and so on.

Intra-class mobility (ie from a field laborer to an artisan) is possible, but practical and cultural limitations discourage this. Your children inheriting the same labor as you is generally the most guaranteed method of security for yourself and your family. In the artisan and mercantile classes, passing your knowledge and trade from father to son is culturally typical, and taking up your father's position is somewhat a matter of familial piety (though outright IMPROVING your position to your family's benefit is better).

Servant positions actually offer some of the best intra-class mobility (and sometimes Full movements up the social ladder). A person from a very poor family can potentially find very well paid and secure labor in working for a noble family or priesthood. Servant positions to major priesthoods in general can have very good outcomes, potentially landing one a job as a high ranking attendant. The child servant-squires of Odonii may be initiated into the warrior class if they remain in the order as adults, which can be a VERY desirable outcome (if it occurs).

Initiation into a priesthood or the warrior class through any means is the other main method. The major priesthoods tend to select their members from nobility, but this is not ubiquitous (the Galenii are the biggest priesthood that will readily initiate across class lines). Initiation into the warrior class in recognition for prowess gives one high social status and will land one in the lesser nobility, in which you are bestowed land and a title. (This may not have all the hard power of true nobility, but it will generally set yourself and your family up for life).

The 'new money' nobility primarily stems from wealthy members of the mercantile class involved in the trade system, but most established themselves and secured their position a century ago and there's not a lot of remaining 'openings' for other merchants to achieve this. Most of the upper mercantile subclass will be economically secure but not landed or having the other status of noblemen.

Marriage into a noble family can occasionally be an avenue for mobility. The vast, VAST majority of marriages in noble families are arranged, and arranged with other noble families. Intra-class marriages will be functionally rare, but not non-existent- this will mostly be the daughters of the upper mercantile subclass being married to noblemen, but it will VERY occasionally be a "yeah fuck it, I'll let my dumbass sixth son marry that hot fisherman's daughter, who gives a shit" type situation.

SLAVERY:

Slavery is not a major part of the framework (as most cheap labor is provided via class stratification to maintain a massive, dependent lower agricultural class), but exists in the form of forced labor of enslaved prisoners (war captives and some condemned criminals) and indentured servitude.

Chattel slavery is not practiced here (beyond forms of illegal human trafficking, which is an Extant but not substantial phenomena), and enslaved prisoners are considered ‘owned’ by their province for the duration of their ‘sentence’. This force is mostly exploited for dangerous hard labor, especially mining and building products. Their enslavement is conceptualized as a form of punishment with a sentence of an explicit duration (ranging from months to years to life), so this status is not hereditary and Ostensibly not necessarily lifelong, but enslaved prisoners often endure grueling conditions and abuse with high mortality rates, and may experience tremendous barriers to the protections of citizenship or other forms of social security even if freed.

Indentured servitude is a form of slavery in which a person enters a legally enforced servant/labor position and is denied freedom of movement or ending their servitude for the duration of their contracts. Most indentured servants are forced into (or occasionally voluntarily enter) this position to pay off debts. Legally, indentured servitude can only be enforced during the duration of their contract (either the length to pay off a debt or an allotted time span) and the contract owner is required to provide for their basic needs, but abuses obviously occur.

This is separate from what I just refer to as servants, who are free commoners in paid positions with enforceable legal rights to end their servitude at any time (with pay cuts or similar consequences if this breaks a contract). These people occupy a broad spectrum of positions from cheaply paid labor to very well paid, even high status positions serving nobility, priesthoods, and royalty. As mentioned, these positions very occasionally offer class mobility, more commonly offer a good chance of ensuring lasting security for oneself and one's family (without class mobility), and in most cases it's just work that puts food on the table.

The exception to the freedom of servants is in the case of child servitude, which exists under the same rules and structure as free adult servitude but is functionally slavery due to the child's complete lack of legal autonomy. Their contracts CAN be ended at any time, but a child is under the legal control of their father - basically if their father denies to break the contract, they have no means of ending their servitude.

Boys are legally adults at 16 and can end their own contracts. It’s messier with girls, considered legally women upon menarche but still under ownership of their father until/unless a husband is found. Female child servants have a Degree of legal protection in which their father is required to either end their servitude upon menarche or has a year to arrange a marriage (also thereby ending it)- if these conditions are not met, the father is legally expected to end the contract, and the young woman has a right to contest his wishes if he does not. This is legally enforceable but very fraught in practice, given that women cannot self-represent in court and require a male representative, and a child servant can very easily be Prevented from acquiring or contacting one. (This difficulty does not apply in the same way to adult women servants, as they enter the contract under their own name and do not need a father/husband's permission to break it (though they are similarly more vulnerable to abuse than men due to their lack of legal autonomy))

Forms of child labor is culturally normalized and not everyone who participates in this system is personally malicious or cruel (note that this does not say "HAVING CHILD SERVANTS IS OKAY IF EVERYONE'S REAL NICEYS ABOUT IT"), and a young woman in this position Might be recognized by the person/institution they serve and given representation against their father in this fashion (especially given they likely socially outrank the girl's father). Forced servitude of adults (separate from the wholly accepted practices of indentured/prisoner slavery) is a punishable crime and widely considered reprehensible, which certainly doesn't mean it doesn't Happen, but does mean that the average person will not want to enable it (or at the very least will fear consequences) enough to prevent it if it's in their power to do so.

AVERAGE LIFE:

The average lower class person in Imperial Wardin is a urban agricultural laborer whose crops sustain their associated town or city. Their parents and grandparents most likely lived this way as well, and so will their children and grandchildren. They live on a tract of land and grow crops and/or herd and care for livestock owned by a nobleman they might never meet, and most of their output will go to these landowners and to the city/town/province they serve. A provincial official will come to their village at designated times during the harvest to oversee the collection and its division of their crop.

They are allotted a small amount of their output (crops, wool, etc) that, under normal conditions, should be sufficient to sustain themselves. If they produce a surplus, they can take it to the town or city to sell. It's ideal if they manage to purchase their own livestock (fowl are easily acquired, horses are fairly affordable, cattle are costly, owning a khait is a dream situation) to provide dairy, potentially grow their own herds, and maybe even produce enough to afford to slaughter their livestock for meat. They will also need to attempt to accumulate valuable goods and livestock for any of their daughters' dowries.

Their diet is very high in grain and very low in meat. In most parts of the region, maize will be the basis of the diet (and their likeliest crop), which will be consumed in nixtamalized form for better nutrition. Most of their protein will come from legumes and eggs. Any hunting or fishing on the land they live without express permission will be considered poaching, though some may dare to risk it. Foraging for wild plants is permissible, and this will supplement their diet.

In lean times, they bear a high risk of starvation, as their required output to give to their landowners/province remains the same. The nobles who own their land are expected to help keep them alive and give some of their own surplus back to their laborers if necessary, but this is less a legal obligation than one of honorable behavior, and may be partly or completely neglected. Most agricultural laborers experience at least mild starvation on a seasonal basis, and their year round diets are nutritionally poor.

If in proximity to their province's capital city, they likely face little dangers of raiding or predators, as the nearby roads are periodically patrolled by soldiers and most large predators have been extirpated from their land. The biggest animal-based danger will stem from crocodiles in the rivers in which they fetch water, and from snake bites. Agricultural pests are a much bigger threat to their livelihood, ranging from rodents and birds to (in some parts of the region) very aggressive and dangerous wild buffalo. Those adjacent to smaller towns may sometimes be troubled by raids, or find their livestock or themselves threatened by large predators (most commonly hyenas).

They most likely live in a village with other families, many of whom will serve the same nobility and all of whom serve the same province. Their village is likely run by a semi-official leader who retains the word 'chieftain', who is an agricultural laborer such as themself and functions as the primary go-between for the village and the provincial official collectors who come for their harvest (as well as a general leader and mediator). How this chieftain is decided and whether the position is (semi)hereditary or elected will vary by subculture.

Their style of home will vary regionally, but this is most commonly going to be a small mudbrick house with a straw roof. If they're an adult man, they likely live with their older mother and father (and any living grandparents) along with their wife and children, and any unmarried relatives. If they're a woman, they likely live with their husband's family in a similar setup (their own family may be in the same village, or may live further away).

The culturally idealized gendered division of labor is not fully attainable to them. The women in their family will do the majority of the endless task of textile labor, but the men will participate as well when they are not actively at other work. All members of the family will work in the fields, and mothers will carry their infants on their back as they do so.

Their clothing is typically limited, and consists mostly of what their family and community has produced itself. In hot seasonal temperatures, they will probably be wearing only a cloak, loincloth and sunveil (standard for women, optional for men), and walking barefoot or in basic sandals. They are diminishingly unlikely to own any weapons, and instead will carry a staff or use farming/herding equipment if self defense is needed.

They most likely live a short distance from a town, and a few days' journey at most from their province's capital city. As such, they have close access to religious centers and most likely practice a largely doctrinal version of the Faith of the Seven Faced God (with some folk-religious elements). Most will make the commute to their towns or cities for major festivals and holidays. Their lives and survival depend significantly on the fertility of the land, crops, and their livestock, and much of their religious practice will revolve around the agriculture-fertility oriented Faces Ganmache, Mitlamache, and Anaemache.

They are very unlikely to be literate, probably knowing key common logogram characters without being able to construct or read grammatical sentences. An education may be ostensibly attainable, as there will be free public schools for citizen commoner children in their province's capital city, but they likely have little motivation to send their child away for years to gain skills that will ultimately matter little in their line of work (and lose valuable help in the process). Most knowledge and life skills will be passed directly from parent to child.

The average Wardi agriculturalist has a difficult life, but has significantly more leisure time than the average wage laborer in a capitalist industrialized country. Their working day lasts only as long as it needs to (with the longest days being in the planting and harvesting season), and free time can be spent at rest (or at least the comparatively restful tasks of weaving and knitting). They are expressly exempt from labor on the majority of religious holidays (some lasting multiple days), as well as the third day in each solar calendar week (considered a day of rest to attend to the domestic sphere).

#another 3602 word post from ME

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gr8writingtips · 5 months ago

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writing tip #3602:

reading your own writing shouldn't make you happy. it should make you ANGRY. angry that it's SO GOOD

#gr8 writing tips #3602

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cosmicfocus · 10 months ago

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The Spotted Sun

My solar image captured with a Canon DSLR utilised a DIY solar filter, inspired by Jim Ruebush.

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planeoftheeclectic · 1 year ago

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Trick or treat!

For you, let's have one or two...whoops!

That's a lot more than one or two! This is NGC 3602, a huge star-forming region in the Milky Way. You can see how the pressure from thousands of young blue stars have carved a hole out of the dust. One of the star clusters in this region has over 7,500 stars in it, and a total mass 19,000 times larger than our Sun! NGC 3602 is also the largest and brightest HII region in our galaxy. (HII regions are zones of fully ionized hydrogen gas, and are one of my favorite places to study!) The stars in this region are all very young still - only stars at least 4 times more massive than our Sun have reached the main sequence (sort of like a star's adulthood!). I don't know if I can pick a favorite! Can you?

This image was taken by Hubble in 2007.

#space #astronomy #stars #ngc 3602 #happy halloween!#trick or treat #regallibellbright

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noo-connection · 4 months ago

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And suddenly everything turned gray.

#3602

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pesterloglog · 1 year ago

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Aradia Megido, Sollux Captor, Jade Harley, Kanaya Maryam, Tavros Nitram

Act 5, page 3590-3613

apocalypseArisen [AA] began trolling twinArmageddons [TA]

AA: s0llux!

TA: hey what'2 up aa.

AA: y0u will never guess what i just f0und

TA: won't ii?

AA: i d0ubt it

TA: wa2 iit the matchiing ruiin2 2iite?

AA: um

AA: yes

AA: h0w did y0u kn0w!

TA: ii don't know, ju2t a weiird feeliing.

TA: ii feel liike we had thii2 conver2atiion before and that'2 what iit wa2 about.

AA: yeah

AA: me t00

AA: what d0 y0u think it means?

TA: probably nothiing. but now not only doe2 iit feel liike we had the conver2atiion before, but iit'2 goiing diifferently thii2 tiime.

TA: 2o iit'2 extra weiird. maybe your voiice2 are iinvolved?

AA: i d0nt kn0w maybe

AA: maybe y0urs are t00?

TA: ii don't hear a goddamn thiing.

TA: do you?

AA: wait

AA: yes

AA: shes very quiet th0ugh i cant tell what shes saying!

TA: oh well.

TA: why don't we pretend there ii2 no 2pooky paranormal phenomena goiing on ju2t once and talk about what you wanted two talk about.

AA: g00d idea

AA: 0k d0 y0u remember what we talked ab0ut regarding kanayas ruins?

TA: 2orta.

AA: i asked y0u f0r help in understanding the glyphs

TA: ii gue22.

AA: 0_0

AA: are y0u just being difficult 0r d0 y0u really n0t remember

TA: ii gue22 ii don't fiind the whole my2tery of the ruiin2 a2 exciitiing a2 you, ok?

AA: well 0bvi0usly!

AA: but i really appreciate y0ur help anyway

TA: 2ure.

TA: how can ii help, then.

AA: well y0u said that y0ud need an0ther set 0f glyphs t0 make sense 0f them

AA: y0u speculated that there might be an0ther set 0f ruins

AA: y0u even guessed they w0uld be blue! it turns 0ut y0u were right

AA: d0nt y0u think that is pretty c00l?

TA: oh yeah, ii am awe2ome about that for 2ure.

TA: but,

TA: ii can't 2hake the feeliing the2e ruiin2 are goiing two be nothiing but trouble for u2.

AA: but y0u say that ab0ut everything!

TA: that'2 becau2e iit'2 fuckiing true about everythiing!

AA: n0 its n0t!

AA: i did find s0me 0ther neat things d0wn here t00 which are strange but quite harmless and n0t f0reb0ding in the least!

TA: liike what?

AA: like this AMAZING hat!

AA: it is an authentic arche0l0gists hat its s0 hard t0 find them in this style

AA: there are n0 h0rn h0les but i l0ve it anyway its great

TA: pretty 2weet aa.

TA: hey diidn't you al2o fiind 2ome biit2 and piiece2 of your biizarre robot doppelganger.

AA: i wasnt g0ing t0 tell y0u ab0ut that!

AA: damn it h0w did y0u kn0w

TA: ii don't know, ii ju2t "remembered" 2ome more 2hiit about thii2 dii2covery, god 2orry.

AA: this is stupid

TA: yeah, well, ii gue22 thii2 ii2 the kiind of 2hiit you have to deal wiith when two p2ychiic2 talk to each other about 2tuff.

AA: maybe

TA: why don't we piick thii2 up agaiin later when we're not feeliing 2o weiird?

AA: well

AA: 0k

apocalypseArisen [AA] began trolling twinArmageddons [TA] and apocalypseArisen [AA]

AA: ahem

AA: sorry to interrupt i wanted to give you both the chance to remember but it doesnt look like this is going anywhere!

TA: what the fuck?

AA: w0w what

AA: is it coming back yet

TA: is WHAT c0ming back, wh0 ARE y0u?

TA: wh0a h0ld 0n.

TA: why am i talking like y0u suddenly?

AA: this is a mem0ry

AA: in a dream bubble

AA: thats right!

TA: 0h.

TA: that d0esn't really answer my questi0n, but 0k.

AA: y0u changed y0ur v0ice because y0u remembered

AA: like i did

TA: remembered what?

AA: that i died

AA: this is my mem0ry and als0 hers

AA: but i went 0n t0 bec0me the r0b0t wh0se remains are in this crater

AA: whereas she did n0t

AA: i d0nt actually kn0w her st0ry 0r h0w she g0t here but f0r me this was the end 0f the r0ad

AA: this is the afterlife

TA: well, shit.

TA: s0 then i guess i'm dead t00?

AA: nope!

AA: you are just asleep

AA: you are also blind!

TA: h0ly shit, i can't see!

AA: yes thats what being blind means

TA: w0w, awes0me! way t0 be awes0mely sympathetic t00 my terrible new pr0blem, aa.

AA: sollux will you shut up and stop being so tragic for once

AA: you knew this was going to happen! your prophecies of personal doom were practically all you ever talked about

AA: i think you were looking forward to this honestly

AA: shes right

TA: i can't believe this, it's alm0st as if i'm getting...

TA: D0UBLE TEAMED.

TA: 😎

TA: damn.

TA: that didn't feel right at all, i think i might have t0 retire the wh0le bifurcati0n gimmick, puns and all.

TA: actually that is kind 0f a relief, maybe y0u're right, i'm feeling better ab0ut this already.

AA: great!

AA: you should be able to relax now that youve been released from the curse of your vision twofold just like you said youd be

AA: you are now merely doomed!

TA: 0h.

TA: that's... awes0me?

AA: being d00med isnt that bad

AA: i spent m0st 0f my life that way remember

AA: at least y0u have the luxury 0f understanding

AA: and the best part ab0ut being d00med is y0u 0nly have t0 put up with it until y0u die

AA: thats the spirit hahaha

AA: actually i guess i dont have to keep talking like im doomed anymore do i

AA: nope :)

TA: this is s0 weird, what am i even listening t0 here.

TA: 0_0

TA: FUCK, i cann0t BELIEVE i just made that face.

AA: hahahahaha!

TA: g0d dammit.

TA: 0h yeah, als0...

TA: why the fuck are my teeth missing?

AA: i

AA: dont know?

TA: 0k, well, great, glad we g0t t0 the fucking b0tt0m 0f that mystery.

TA: myssssssstery. mystery. mySSSSthSSSStery. mysterymysterymystery.

TA: man, i can't even lisp anym0re if i try.

TA: please d0n't laugh, i can tell y0u are b0th enj0ying this, i can smell it using my new blind guy n0se p0wers.

AA: really?

TA: n0 n0t literally, i was j0king. i mean n0t YET. maybe i'll ask tz ab0ut it when i wake up th0ugh.

TA: hey what was that n0ise?

AA: what noise?

TA: i think s0me0ne else is here.

AA: oh its jade!

TA: jade?? wtf.

AA: whos jade

AA: shes one of the humans we met after you died

AA: ok

AA: i guess i am out of the loop on chronology for once

AA: thats fine youll catch up!

GG: ummmmmm hey guys i hope im not interrupting!!!

TA: well, yeah, y0u kind 0f were, s0rt 0f a reuni0n 0f cl0se departed friends g0ing 0n here, but n0 big deal i guess.

GG: oh no!

GG: i can leave

AA: no dont!

AA: sollux try to be polite

AA: there is no reason at all for you to feel hostile toward them anymore

AA: jade is very nice and she did nothing wrong

AA: none of them did so when you wake up maybe you should try to reconcile with them or at the very least just say hello

TA: did Y0U?

AA: did i what

TA: be nice t0 them 0r whatever bef0re y0u expl0ded.

AA: well no

AA: but i should have!

AA: i did with you before i left didnt i

TA: i guess s0.

GG: :o

AA: this is awkward

AA: shush you!

AA: what actually happened after i died it sounds complicated

AA: it is!

AA: ill get you up to speed i promise but guys come on lets not scare away our guest

AA: ok then ill shut up

AA: i think one aradia saying things is more than enough probably

TA: y0u can say that again heheheheheh.

TA: but i mean, d0n't say it again literally, because that's kind 0f the wh0le p0int, and w0uld c0mpletely c0ntradi...

AA: oh my god shut up!

GG: its ok! i can take another nap later when you guys arent busy...

AA: no jade its ok

AA: please stay! im curious about why you are here

GG: well...

GG: i have just been enjoying these little naps more and more lately!

GG: each time i go to sleep i meet more new people and learn so much

GG: but i still cant get karkat to take a nap, boy talk about a guy who is anti nap!

TA: ahahahah, yeah, what a d0uche!

GG: seeeeeriously!

GG: he is the douchiest of crabby crabs who ever douched a big douchey crab

TA: l0l.

GG: but yeah, its been fun, i should really thank feferi again for setting it up so we could meet like this!

TA: wait, ff is here?

GG: yup!

TA: 0h g0d, why didn't that 0ccur t0 me, where is she??

GG: ummm probably in another bubble

GG: but youll find her! maybe during your next nap...

TA: well shit, why can't i just g0 glub ar0und 0ut there in the ring and find her n0w?

TA: i mean, aside fr0m the fact that i'm blind and c0mpletely useless.

AA: navigating between bubbles is difficult here

AA: its better to drift between them naturally as they intersect

AA: not spatially but through common points in memory

AA: to navigate the furthest ring you need to have mastered the flow of time!

AA: that is why i am here

AA: i am alive again so i may assist the dead in this way

TA: huh.

AA: jade tell me

AA: have you seen me here before? i mean me dressed like i am now wearing my godhood

GG: yeah!

GG: you were really nice and helpful

TA: wait, what, y0u're wearing a g0dh00d?

TA: why didn't y0u tell me that, what gives? 0r that y0u came back t0 life??

AA: im wearing a hood and have butterfly wings what else would you like to know

TA: man, being blind is dumb, can i like gr0pe y0u 0r s0mething t0 get up t0 date 0n y0ur appearance, w0uld that be weird?

AA: yes sollux that would probably be pretty weird

GG: i think your outfit looks so cute! i love your wings too

AA: thank you your outfit is quite spiffy too

AA: i like that skirt a lot especially

AA: is

AA: is that a skirt?

GG: i am not sure :o

TA: /R0LLING MY EYES.

TA: is what i w0uld be d0ing if that were p0ssible.

AA: shhh!

TA: aa c0me 0n y0u were making a p0int.

AA: yes ok

AA: you see those encounters you had with me before have not happened for me yet because ive only just arrived

AA: time follows strange paths here as does space

AA: if you travel a great enough distance you may discover you are also traveling either backwards or forwards in time as well!

AA: just as if you stay in one place for too long the geometry of space surrounding you will become unreliable

AA: you may swat the air to your left and discover you have just slapped yourself!

AA: the only way to make sense of it is to understand either property very well

AA: and since i am new here i have some learning to do just like everyone else

AA: but i do know one thing

GG: what!

AA: i knew that the first bubble i would enter would be an important one for us to visit

TA: what's s0 imp0rtant ab0ut it?

AA: hang on

AA: we are moving on to a new memory hold that thought

AA: it is important because it will help us begin to understand why we are all here

TA: what d0 y0u mean why we are all here?

TA: y0u mean in the afterlife? that's easy.

TA: because she's asleep, she's dead, y0u're alive, and i'm blind, c0uldn't be simpler.

AA: no no

AA: not why we are in this bubble now

AA: but why we all exist in the first place and why we all went on this adventure together

TA: 0h, that.

AA: there is much to understand and i believe it all begins with one sequence of events

AA: watching will help those whove passed to understand the purpose of their sacrifice and those still living to understand what must be done to complete the journey still ahead

AA: we will let the memories lead the way

AA: are you guys ready?

GG: i am ready!

AA: ok lets allow the next memory to take shape

AA: i believe it is kanayas

AA: i will reprise my role in a conversation i had with her shortly after i discovered the ruins

AA: everybody hide and try not to spoil it for her until she remembers!

AA: hey kanaya

AA: there is s0mething i want t0 give y0u

GA: Oh Really

AA: yes its s0mething very 0dd i f0und when i disc0vered the ruins the 0ther night

AA: i d0nt kn0w what its arche0l0gical significance is yet but i suspect y0u will be able t0 repair it!

GA: This Is A Dream Isnt It

AA: 0_0

AA: w0w!

AA: uh i mean

AA: o_o

AA: wow

AA: you figured that out very fast!

GA: It Seemed Obvious

GA: Either Im Sleeping Or Im Dead Which Is It

AA: oh i am sure you are alive

AA: you are unconscious now and will likely wake up as your new self very soon

GA: My New Self

AA: yes

AA: you are undergoing a metamorphosis which you have been groomed for since you were very young

AA: much like i was for my various personal iterations including this one

GA: You Mean

GA: Being A Ghost And Then A Frog And Then A Robot And Then A Fairy

AA: yes!

AA: but it sure sounds silly when you list them all like that

GA: Kind Of

GA: What Do You Mean We Have Been Groomed

AA: wellllll

AA: that is what we are about to find out!

AA: if you will oblige us by continuing with this memory

GA: Okay

GA: What Do I Do

AA: why dont we go through this conversation again to the best of our recollection

AA: but i guess rather than acting it out we can just talk about it

AA: the old fashioned way

GA: Was What We Were Attempting Before Not Old Fashioned

AA: i have no idea

GA: It Seems To Me The Nature Of The Afterlife Is Probably Very Old Fashioned

GA: Maybe Even The Most Old Fashioned A Thing Can Get

AA: haha yeah you know what i mean though

GA: Yes Then

GA: This Was When You Were About To Give Me That Unusual Gift From The Ruins

AA: yes

AA: i then had sollux deliver the pieces to you so you could stitch it back up

AA: sollux that is your cue!

AA: come out and play the part

TA: s0 we d0n't have t0 hide anym0re?

AA: no of course not!

AA: obviously the jig is up everyone can come out now

GG: yay!

TA: s0 like,

TA: 0k s0 i'm supp0sed t0 act 0ut what i did bef0re, when i br0ught her these shitty d0ll parts, is that's what's g0ing 0n here?

GA: Yeah Im Still Not Sure Aradia Are We Supposed To Be Role Playing

AA: no guys come on this isnt that complicated!

AA: we are just revisiting the past just like we would if we were talking about it

AA: but it just so happens we can watch it happen as we talk about it

AA: and as a matter of fact

AA: this story does involve a role playing game but not in that way!

TA: thith ith kinb 0f thtupib.

AA: youre stupid and you sound stupid!

TA: h0py thith, i b0 th0unb thtupib.

TA: why the fuckth ith by b0uth fthull 0f all thethe theeth subbenly?

AA: i dont know o_o

AA: but you maaay be waking up soon

TA: 0h, 0k, greath, th0 i will mithth the retht 0f the c00l tht0ry, 0k.

AA: maybe not if we hurry this along!

GG: wait! before we do...

GG: hi kanaya! it is nice to meet you

GA: Hi Jade

GA: Uh

GA: What Is That Thing Youre Wearing

GG: you dont like it???

GA: No I Didnt Mean To Sound Disapproving

GA: But I Do Think More Colorful Apparel Suits You Better

GG: yes i know you told me!

GA: I Did

GG: yes but you probably havent yet

GG: not from your perspective..... i could not help but overhear you are asleep now

GG: you told me all about what happened after you woke up!

GA: About What

GG: about how you turned into a vampire

GA: Whats A Vampire

TA: thith ith ribicul0uth.

AA: thollux is right

AA: i mean sollux

AA: kanaya tell us what happened next!

GA: There Isnt Much To Say

GA: I Repaired The Doll And Made Him A Nice Outfit

GA: With A Far More Becoming Palette And Fit Than The Absurd Tatters He Was Found In

GA: I Thought At Least

AA: yes

GA: Uh

GA: Should There Be Anything Else To This Story

AA: not really!

GG: isnt that daves puppet?

AA: yes

GG: :\

TA: aw sthith, i guethth i'm 0utha here.

AA: bye sollux

TA: thee y0u lather eberyb0by.

GG: bye!

GA: Anyway That Is All I Can Remember

GA: I Quickly Began To Find The Doll Unnerving So I Put Him Away

GA: To My Knowledge He Has Remained Secure In My Block Ever Since

GA: Is He Relevant In Some Way

GG: guys why do you have daves puppet?

GG: what is going on here!

GA: Yes Aradia It Seems You Have Some Foreknowledge Of This Narrative Maybe You Can Tell Us Why Any Of This Is Important

AA: this is only a piece of the story

AA: the other pieces will fall into place with successive memories and it will all become clear

AA: but yes alright i will eliminate some suspense and try to serve as a better guide on this tour through the catacombs of our collective subconscious

AA: the separate tunnels we once traveled in the dark as individuals we now retrace together with a torch

AA: on the walls we illuminate the runes which describe a convoluted origin story

AA: an origin we participated in

AA: we were spurred to these actions by that which was being originated

AA: and incited to acts of revenge as we were turned against each other

AT: i DON'T REMEMBER THIS,

AT: i MEAN,

AT: i REMEMBER GETTING JUMPED OFF THE CLIFF BY MY LEGS,

AT: bUT NOT THE THING i'M DOING NOW,

AA: no

AA: our manipulator disguised his tracks well

AT: dO i,

AT: hAVE TO LIE ON THE FLOOR LIKE THIS,

AT: iS THAT IMPORTANT,

AA: no tavros you can get up

AT: aLSO,

AT: cAN WE, oR AT LEAST i, bE NOT IN THIS MEMORY,

AT: bECAUSE,

AT: iT'S ONE THAT'S NOT AS GREAT AS MOST,

AA: we will leave it soon

AA: but you were doing something very important here

AT: wHAT WAS i DOING,

AA: writing a part of the code

AA: an incomplete fragment consisting of four symbols

AA: comprising the first word of a binary refrain

AA: a pair of sounds emerging from the belly of a fabled tyrants menace

AA: but you authored only one sound of the pair

AA: i would write the other

AA: in the soot of my ruined hive i scrawled my part of the code

AA: completing the phrase of legend

AA: the persisting sounds said to accompany the ultimate demise of the tyrant less an arm and an eye

AA: but even these eight characters

AA: the scrawlings of charge

AA: were still but half the code

AA: there was another half by scourge in two parts

AA: one part three symbols

AA: and the other

AA: five

AA: why the scale was tipped in this way between sisters

AA: i cannot say!

AA: each fragment would be transcribed in our rulebooks

AA: sealing the collaboration between rust bloods and blue bloods

AA: completing the code for our sessions architect

AA: not exactly

AA: there was another fragment

AA: oh?

AA: yes

AA: an additional eight symbols

AA: from a wild card source i suppose

AA: it came from a timeline not meant to happen

AA: the one i came from to ensure it wouldnt

AA: thus sealing my fate

AA: i believed the fragment was gibberish from a lunatic

AA: after completing his rampage through our session

AA: since it was not part of the scripted chronology i was oblivious until it was too late to stop it

AA: not that it would matter if i did the timeline had already gone astray

AA: i pieced together what had happened by sleuthing the various scenes

AA: and discovered the text which the code was recorded in

AA: i decided to return to the alpha timeline with the text

AA: as evidence for his madness i guess

AA: in the alpha timeline this text was destroyed

AA: in an explosion caused by a computer virus

AA: this explosion did not take place on my timeline

AA: i identified this event as the difference prompting the offshoot

AA: and returned to our planet via the reckoning just as i did at the end of my life

AA: though that time deliberately

AA: to influence events quietly to make sure it happened

AA: and later joined the rest of our doomed selves to help defeat the king

AA: the others surely had similar responsibilities along the way

AA: as for the book

AA: i lost track of it shortly after i arrived

AA: yes we all lost track of our books

AA: they were gathered surreptitiously by agents assigned to the task

AA: and in the veil their codes were merged with the ghost imprints of other mysterious artifacts

AA: our first guardian was brought to life on the seed to pass through skaias final gate of defense

AA: the first to find alternia

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nnn-lll-nnn · 1 year ago

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COME TO BRAZIL

Gitman, this is Xanxon Command 302. We literally are in Brazil.

#Brazil #Xanxon #XX3(3)0 #XC302/3602 #Gitman

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engagemythrusters · 2 years ago

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fuck it, OC Clone named Commander Meiloorun.

#cc-3602 methinks works for a good number. anyway. he's real now bc i just thinked him up.#IF I HAD MY STYLUS TIPS I COULD WORK ON DRAWING HIM BUT NOOOO #clone trooper oc #clone trooper #star wars: the clone wars #star wars: rebels #i gotta tag it bc that's the joke

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vanillastopbath · 1 year ago

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3602 Chicago, IL 11/11/2023

#3602 #daily self portrait #self portrait #spice #turnip

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sakotty · 1 year ago

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赤き残影

#HON1 #3602 #231122 #KIREIGOTO #きれいごと

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honjitsuno1mai · 1 year ago

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#3602 ＠東京都文京区本郷

#HON1 #3602 #231122

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ir-dr · 10 months ago

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Day 3602 - 2 March 2024

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.//projectTiGER

#projecttiger #vocaloid #kagamine rin #kagamine len #doodle

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Plague Soup for the Soul

Plague Witch!Rader x Typhus the traveler, Herald of Nurgle

Tag list: @bispecsual @egrets-not-regrets @moodymisty @bleedingichorhearts @liar-anubiass-blog

@thevoidscreams @barn-anon @gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan @squishyowl @ms--lobotomy

@plegg

Song on repeat: Hold, Release; Rakshasa & Carcasses

Word Count: 3242 3602 words too many

tw: Casual body horror? Gonna be real people idk how to tag this. Lots of insect stuff, update: SMUT

Food was important for Nurglites. It was embedded deep into their worship, their mythos, always a key part in their legends, and of course highly important to Grandfather Nurgle. For Plague Witches they acted as conduits for two important aspects of their god... as their bubbling cauldrons contained eternal soups and through these soups is how they would preform their magic & spread the love of Grandfather. They say the most skilled Plague Witch would even get a drop of the eternal brew into their cauldron if their soup and their skills of incorporating plagues into the broth was as skilled as how Grandfather did. A good base was the key like with any good soup! Just as much as Love, good ingredients & along with their own ways of enchanting their soups kept them going century after century. But, to get them that far wasn't easy as some would too quick to ravage the body fizzling out rapidly after infecting many... and others would get cold before the potency was there.

Typhus was the Herald of Nurgle... so deeply tied to his god... so he could tell that something had agitated the Lord of Plagues as the Nurglings were not giggling they were frustrated and impatient... no mischievous glint in their eyes, "Dearest little ones," He spoke to the hoard of Nurglings that kept him company the closest one looked up at Typhus with a dopey grin, "What displeases Grandfather? Have I not done enough to sway the Great Game in his favor? Have I not brought his love to enough planets recently?"

Grandpa is pleased with you!" One shouted over the rest before the hoard babbled out, "However, there is a plague witch in your fleet with the most delicious soup! But! They offer such a meager portion that it has taken Grandpa this long to figure out where they are." They babbled excitedly.

Typhus drummed his fingers against his stomach... it couldn't be any of the Plague Witches in his direct service as they all had large bubbling cauldrons and he knew for a fact they gave him & Grandfather their portions; even if it was a new brew they were trying. It had to be a fledgling... a newly blossomed witch with a starter base... Typhus drummed his chin humming. Such a potent base for a young soup... would mean they would be a powerful witch long term and if Typhus mentored him or her... "What is the soup like?"

"OH!" One shrieked as his hoard of nurglings had heard Nurgle praise the concoction, "Grandda says it hits right in the soul! Truly made with love! A perfect base that will lovingly cradle any plague! Grandda must find this witch! They hide from his blessings! I wonder if they are shy?" They all talked over each other leaving Typhus to wonder how to lure the witch out...

The wizened crone rubbed her chin as she was far more pus and pestilence than human at this point as she spat to the side onto a nurgling, "It has to be a fledgling doing this my lord... only one like that would offer so little, not out of being selfish but simply because of how little they have. Cauldrons like these take up so much room." Behind her was her brood of nurglings giggling & babbling as they worked around her cauldron for her as she talked to Typhus. Mortal helpers got ingredients ready passing them off to the bloated demons who giggled as they tossed them into the pot, "There are a couple of fledglings on this ship that I could think might be the ones you're after but their soups aren't even twenty years old... but if it is a fledgling they'll be feeding the masses and perfecting their craft. Though... I question if they are even trying." The crone says dismissively as a nurgling brings a ladle over for her to try and she sips her soup.

"What makes you say that?" Typhus inquires as he is not a Plague Witch and does not peer into the coven politics as why would he they simply have to make sure they give him their best.

"This mythical soup grandfather is looking for doesn't sound like it has any plagues in it. No one on your ship would dare try to make a soup like this without plagues. They might be simply dabbling in the techniques which has made something that infects the soul, a grand base if it exists, which would be wonderful for converting others to the cause. But, there are a few upstarts on other ships in the fleet... that I've heard grumbles and groans from of such young things competing with others whose cauldrons have been bubbling for centuries and millennia. But this is all I can theorize to help my lord." In the list that she gives to Typhus... your name is amongst them.

Your bells jingled as you carried your tiny portable cauldron now full of donated ingredients, used bones, scraps of meat, a few fungi, and other scavenged or bought items. Three tails behind you with bells tied to them via ribbons jangled behind you as you moved through the packed halls. You were excited as you got a small bit of pork as you had arrived when it had been freshly butchered. A small amount for you and the rest for your soup! So then everyone who ate what you cooked would be able to share even if they weren't as lucky as you.

You were almost home and you could maybe take a small nap before- you stop as you look down at the small hoard of nurglings just waiting in a pile outside of your door. You looked up at the many mouthed cultist with them giving you a haphazard grin at you, "I'm sorry miss they had heard about your soup..." You watch as one of them starts to lick your door, "They've been patiently waiting."

"I... I've got enough for them to share a bowl." You sigh softly but you can't help but smile at their antics... you suppose you didn't mind a late dinner. As you unlocked the door they were wonderfully well behaved as none of them rushed inside when you opened it and walked in just letting them watch you. Your own "cauldron" full of soup wasn't much larger than the portable one in your hands as you place it on your small counter. You pulled out your nicer wide rimmed bowl as it was for nurglings... "How paitently did you say they were waiting?" You ask as you grab your ladle.

"Very." The man said with a charming smile as your three tails whiped about behind you causing the bells on them to jingle as you walked over to the pot and gave them a large serving.

"Well I hope you all enjoy." You say putting the bowl down and then handed him a small cup full.

"Oh! Thank you." He says as you walk back into the room just barely hearing his mutter, "Divine Excrement... that's fucking amazing."

Moments like this you lived for... the way others eyes would light up as they would enjoy your cooking. It was always hard to refuse their request for seconds... just as you stood there as they all looked up at you holding the bowl politely asking for another bowl... "Ah ah ah fellas remember what she said. She could only spare us this amount and I'm certain she'll have more tomorrow?" He looked over at you and you nodded.

"Tomorrow I'll have a full cauldron and if you come early enough you can ask for seconds." That got the happy little creatures to cheer as you waved them off as you closed your door.

The cultist looked down at the nurgling with a large eye on its stomach as its iris was beloved grandfather's symbol... it was excited, bouncing all around as it was certain that this was it! The cultist pulled out a small device and radioed his lord, "Lord Typhus we found the witch."

You were tired as all you had left to do was enchant the soup and then you could finally enjoy your dinner. You rubbed your eye with the palm of your hand as the bells on your clothes and tails felt so heavy by this point but just a little bit longer. You thought to how you were close enough to be able to afford a proper cauldron and then you wouldn't have to limit yourself too much on how many people you could feed. Sure it would take up more of your already limited space but you knew it would be worth it! You were getting ready to enchant when you heard the door unlock... you looked worried as no one should be able to unlock your door even if they had good intentions. Your hand grabs the wood of the cleaver handle as not much of a fighter but you were going to try... why was there suddenly a buzzing noise and why was it so loud? The door opens and it gets even louder as you back yourself up into a corner as a Space Marine wedges themself into your door... and not just any Space Marine but the Herald of Nurgle himself... Typhus the Traveler... when his yellow eye lenses look right at you, you drop the clever out of fear and press against the wall.

He chuckle softly, "Well the blossoming Plague Witch that has been eluding Grandfather..." He looks around the room and right at your cauldron, "I can see why your offerings have been meager. Let me have a taste."

You swallow the lump of dread in your throat as you dare speak up, "It's not done yet.. my lord." You quickly tack on.

"Oh?" He said as he regarded you like a scared cat as you were pressed against the far wall, eyes wide with fear not daring to leave the threat in your sight, "When will it be?"

You swallow again, "Four minutes... I have to enchant it first." You hoped he would leave.

But you were not that lucky as he gestured to the cauldron, "Well do not let me keep you little witch. I might be patient but I do not possess Grandfather's long patience."

You inhale as you have to be a brave girl. You peel yourself away from the wall and stand in front of your bubbling cauldron, your back to Typhus. Your mind began to play its song as your head bobbed before your body started to sway as your bells began to jingle. The mouth on your lower back opened up as you sang with two mouths. Your movements were bouncy and at time violent as you focused on the words leaving your mouth and the way the bells rang with such pleasing chimes. You had forgotten Typhus was there watching you. You made your bounding way around your cauldron singing loudly as you were having fun, like you always did, putting your hands together as you crouched before jumping back up with a grin on your face.

Typhus watched as your hair bounced free from its ribbon holding it back. Your eyes glowing a bright green as you were lost in the ritual process as small jars of spices, herbs, and powders floated their way over to you. You took handfuls, pinches, and scoops as you added them in time with parts of the ritual where you weren't singing. The smile on your face wide as you sang louder and louder in a language unfamiliar to Typhus but that hardly mattered. Witches all had their own ways of enchanting and if a nonsense song was your way... he wouldn't question it.

You stop for a moment before violently spinning in place, your bells clamoring, as you sang in a high pitched voice... and Typhus could hear something respond in a voice that wasn't your own. You did this call and response three times. The climax of your enchantment approaches and you sing so loudly before your mouths howl in an otherworldly way. Your cauldron bubbling violently as you grab a handful of a spice blend from a pouch as you pause and chant out the last words before throwing it in. A cloud appears as it bubbles violently changing color from a dark brown to a yellow.

You deflate as you finish dancing. It was always so physically demanding to enchant your soup but it was worth it done this way... to see the happy faces of those eating your food! You turn around and yelp as you see Typhus in your doorway as you remember he was there watching you the whole time. You quickly grab your small portable cauldron and fill it, trying your best to not let any spill as you offer it to the Herald. He takes it and opens up the mouth plate and you avert your gaze as for Typhus he finally gets to taste this soup that Grandfather Nurgle has been pining after.

Typhus takes large gulps from the tiny thing you handed him... Oh! He can feel it worm its way right to his soul like some burrowing parasite! Yet it was like getting a warm embrace from a parent... or even a lover... that filled his limbs with a tingling warming happiness. Yet he could feel it also be akin to a gentle kiss from death... the sweetness of the lips leaving a mark on the skin and yet death fails to collect. He could feel his powers swell... his connection to Nurgle strengthen even! It washed over his SOUL and it was absolutely INVIGORATING and perhaps even a little ADDICTING like getting praise from Grandfather Nurgle.

"Fill it again." Typhus demands of you and of course you obey.

"Someone tend to her cauldron." You hear him bellow out as he pulls himself free of your door and you look confused. As another woman walks in and starts to tend to your soup. You put a lid on your small portable cauldron.

"Wait... what is going on." You say as you are led outside and other cultists lead you after the Herald of Nurgle. "Where am I being taken too." You ask fearfully.

Typhus decides to answer you, "To the Plague Cathedral upon the flagship, my ship. Grandfather demands a serving. And what better place to offer it to him."

You swallow as you follow him as those around you make sure you will be taken to the Cathedral.

You had only been here once before as the Cathedral on the flagship was more like a massive hive as unlike the giant fungi that grew around the church you went to... this was massive with so many insects around. You were led closer to the large ornate altar as it oozed honey as you could feel your shoes stick to the floor as well it went from floor to comb. Large insects of Nurgle skitter on the walls and ceiling as they watched and buzzed the closer you got.

"Come now little blossom." Typhus coos as you notice that the cultists with you stop at the last row of pews closest to the altar and yet Typhus gestures you to follow. The lump in your throat grows heavy as you say close to the herald as your new companions are a hoard of nurglings and the swarms that enter and leave from the large structures on his back.

"Open it up and leave it on the altar then come back right here." Typhus orders and you obey, putting it on the altar before you take the lid off and rush back to Typhus' side. You jump as the braziers suddenly blaze to life with sickly green flames.

You might not have been as connected to the warp as Typhus was but he could see a visage of his deity looking down, it was still a small offering but... it didn't matter as Nurgle finally had a taste of this soup that was eluding him just like the plague that made Ku'gath.

"Typhus! Have you tried this?" The voice said to him as you just flinched not understanding the loud voice filling the air around the alter and you wanted to hide behind the marine but you stayed.

"I have." He replies just looking up at the loud buzzing swarm that seems to gather. You try your best to not cower.

"Blessings! Blessings! How old is this soup?" The Grandfather inquired.

Typhus turned to you, "How long have you been tending to this?"

"Five years my lord."

"All of this in such a short amount of time! Blessings Typhus! Blessings! The garden will surely flourish with her delicious food!"

"Of Course Grandfather." He slammed his scythe into the comb keeping it standing as the destroyer hive buzzed loudly and you flinched.

"Blessings upon thee child! For the Grandfather has told me to bless thee! I come from the garden of plenty overflowing with milk and honey." He says just as if a sermon was being held. "And just as you will be embraced by the garden you two shall be a fountain of plenty... rejoice young witch!" The buzzing got louder and louder as the destroyer bugs all swarmed inside of him. The hand suddenly on your throat has you kicking your feet as they leave the ground as you are place on the altar and he once more removes his mouthplate. "Open up." His thumb rests on your chin and you obey... afraid of what will happen if you don't but equally scared of what will happen if you do.

As you open your mouth he opens his as you watch several destroyer bugs crawl out from his mouth as you can hear the faint noises from him as he... starts to regurgitate something. His shoulders move as his throat bobs and you are left helpless as to what is about to be placed into your mouth. You feel destroyer bugs landing on your face and on your body... antennae drumming against your skin. His mouth pushes to yours as something slowly crawls into your mouth... it's honey.

Your eyes open wide as destroyer hive honey was something that only champions of the Grandfather could have... but only in small amounts as too much would leave one into a mindless warp spawn. You eat the sweet sticky liquid as it just keeps oozing and oozing into your mouth before you... you start to convulse as Typhus pulls away running his tongue around your mouth just licking up the excess and wiping what oozed out onto his chin. Typhus enjoys the sickly sweet smell that permeates from you... or perhaps that is more of the hive's enjoyment as the smell he likes comes from between your legs but he could indulge in that later.

The sickening crack echoes as the side of your skull breaks apart as your hair solidifies into petals and a large, yet lightweight, flower has bloomed. A gift directly from the garden... Typhus lets his hands wander over your form letting his fingers press hard against your breasts and between your legs as you whimper feeling dazed and confused. Typhus decided that later was now as he bit the rough material between your legs and ground his teeth as it was shredded.

His tongue swipes up against your bared cunt as you whimper still confused as to what was going on... why your head was pounding... why there was so much buzzing in your ears... you're cunt quivers as you don't realize how the insects crawl over transformed flesh and lap up your nectar and brush against your pollen. Typhus in the meantime buzzes loudly himself as your honey is far more like nectar as well. His tongue pushing in hard and deep deep into your stigma like an insect pushing their labium deep down the style. His tongue pushed hard against the clitoris trying to get you to orgasm again... give him more nectar... Little Blossom give him more nectar!

You whine out as your nectar is swallowed up by Typhus for his hive to use... and he's not going to leave your flower wanting. He places his codpiece on the altar as Typhus grunts softly pushing the far too large cock inside of you. Your body relents as he buzzes out in enjoyment as he starts to cross pollinate you. Though if he were to go off of his allusion of earlier... this was the milk he had alluded to earlier. But his eyes were focused on the lovely flower on the side of your head... blood pooling in one of the combs on the altar as the pink petals had swirls of your hair in them... the rest was brain matter colored... bones... muscles... a beautiful human flower.

You look up at him still so very dazed but whimpering underneath the space marine as you wonder where you are... not realizing you're being fucked on the altar within the grand Cathedral. "Such a pretty little Blossom." Typhus grunts as he stills and rushes himself to completion as he will have more time to savor you later.

Typhus looks at you as he puts his codpiece on as cum oozes out of you as your flower is slowly closing up as you seem to be passing out. He picks you up and freed his scythe as it was now time to let you rest... for there was much for you to learn.

#canon x reader #warhammer 40k #the fleas got me #what started as thirst for florida man typhus evolved into Patient 0 just giving momrad the most down bad vibes #SO biohazardly downbad that I didn't even write for 30k Calas Typhon... no no I had to write for TYPHUS the Traveler #typhus the traveler #typhus #calas typhon #death guard #nurgle #x reader #reader insert #no sex but boy are we threading this needle #update: I added the sex #tw: smut

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