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clarafang12 ¡ 4 months ago
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The Basement Inspector. DnD poster commission!
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Meet the Basement Inspector! We got Iradrin Fellmir, an summer eladrin wizard who is massive book nerd who is never seen without his soul flare codex. Next up, there's Emmett P Sundew, a halfling artificer who is always tinkering with something. Then there's Sepp Shaggspore, a circle of spore druid (my personal fav!) who is rocking his Hawaiian look with his pink flamingo staff. So fancy. Then there's Vex the cutter, a human warlock figher! For the BBEG, we have Vermigal the Corruptor, an ancient green dragon who disguises as a human socerer called Vilya the Olive! This is a commissioned piece!
My commission is open! Something like this costs $25 each character and for every 5 purchase, ill throw in an extra 1 for free! DM me or email me at [email protected] if you are interested!
check out my instagram / twitter clarafang12 if you want to see more of my work! 🤟
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sporco-filth ¡ 27 days ago
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Superhero to superslob: pt. 1
(I really need to come up with better titles)
Anyway, this story idea was actually suggested to me by @thespiderpig1999 (thank you!)
The request: "I had an idea for a story about a neat looking, athletic built superhero who gets hit by a ray that at first appears to do nothing but over time he starts to get lazy, fat and becomes more slob like! Eventually he loses his super strength and becomes an obese lazy slob and powerless!"
Now, this has to be the most amount of writing I've posted on here with barely a single slobby thing in it. This part is really just exposition and if you don't want to read it, that description above would give you the basic idea and you can wait for part 2.
I couldn't decide on whether to make the villains really evil or more comical, but I ended up making them a bit silly to make it more fun since there wasn't any slob in it yet. But I mean, they are still villains and I mean they probably will still be quite evil in the end. Boh, I don't know. The story will go where it tells me it wants to go, I'm just the author.
Anyway, if you want to read my silly comic opening to this story, read below.
It was a sunny afternoon in Cascade Falls. The crowds cheered as the city's protector, Jupiter, Flew overhead. He had once again foiled the plans of the dastardly villain Corruptor and was on his way home to his secret hideout.
Jupiter landed on the top of a nondescript apartment building and pressed a button disguised as a brick. A hidden trapdoor slid open in the floor, and he stepped down into the passageway beneath. After a few twists and turns, he arrived at what looked like a dead end. Pressing a few bricks in the correct order, the 'wall' opened to reveal a lounge room furnished in a clean, modern style. Jupiter shut the door behind him, removed his mask and sighed.
Back home in his hideout. Or rather, the apartment he used as a 'hideout'.
When he wasn't fighting crime, Jupiter was a regular office worker, his real name being Justin Steele. He undid his supersuit and placed his sweaty clothes in the washing machine. Being a superhero was a demanding job, and Justin was proud that he managed it while also maintaining a perfectly clean house and a perfect body. He flexed his bicep in the mirror as he stepped into the shower and grinned. Of course, having super powers helped, but he still made an effort to go to the gym and eat properly. And unlike some superheroes, he didn't have butlers to handle the menial tasks for him.
After he had washed himself clean and gotten changed into his sharply-pressed silk pyjamas, Justin sat down to enjoy the healthy meal he had cooked for himself. Another win against the forces of evil, he thought, picking up a novel to read while he ate. If only I could defeat Corruptor once and for all; he keeps evading me. I wonder what he's planning nowâ€Ļ
Hidden away in his lair underneath the town junkyard, Corruptor paced angrily. This was the fifth time this month he'd lost to Jupiter. "I should've listened to my mother and gone into podiatry," he muttered. "At least with feet you don't get kicked in the face once a week." Corruptor pondered the validity of that statement and then shook it from his head. "GLOB!" he yelled. Immediately, a runty, greasy-looking woman rushed out from the room next door. "Yessir!" Glob replied, saluting. "What's wrong?" "What do you mean 'what's wrong?' Didn't you see that failure out there? It was miserable! Your stupid giant mecha froze up!" "But it's summer?" "Jupiter has freeze breath! I told you, you need to account for these things!" Corruptor sighed and collapsed onto the worn-out sofa, closing his eyes in frustration. "I, uh, have a new planâ€Ļ" Glob stuttered. "If it involves another giant mecha I don't want to hear it." "It doesn't, it's a giant ray gun." Corruptor sighed again. "Didn't we do that idea a fortnight ago?" "Yesâ€Ļ but this one's different. This one I've designed to make Jupiter weaker and lose his powers." At this, Corruptor perked up. "Really?" "Well," Glob cleared her throat. "It's experimental still. I haven't quite determined if it will have that exact effect but in theory it should." "That's good enough for me!" Corruptor rubbed his hands in glee. "Get it set up! We'll test it out tomorrow!" He rushed off before Glob could utter another word. "I need to work on a new monologue!"
The next morning, Justin was watering his plants when the alarm went off. It sounded innocuous, anyone else would've thought it was just the microwave, but Justin dropped his watering can and rushed to his bedroom (super speed wasn't one of his powers, per se, but his super strength gave him a boost nonetheless). This was his Jupiter Alarm: a warning signal that something bad was going down in Cascade Falls and his help was needed. In his bedroom, he opened a secret compartment in his wardrobe and typed a code into a keypad. A panel slid aside to reveal his supersuit, freshly washed and perfectly ironed. Justin slipped it on and became Jupiter, defender of Cascade Falls! "It seems Corruptor is up to his old tricks again," he muttered, looking at the intel from a screen on the wall. "It looks like he'sâ€Ļ stealing coins from the park fountain?" It was suspiciously mundane, and Jupiter's intuition told him not to underestimate Corruptor and his evil plans. Leaving the apartment via his secret exit tunnel (different from his secret entrance tunnel), Jupiter flew off to the local park to confront his nemesis.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Corruptor," Jupiter said, landing softly on the grass. "Looking for trouble? I thought you would have had enough of a lesson yesterday to know better. Today you're days of evil end!" Jupiter was about to leap forward when Corruptor, who had been grinning to himself in a decidedly suspicious manner, cried out "NOW GLOB!" From behind Jupiter stepped Glob holding a strange-looking ray gun. Before he could do anything, he felt the ray beam strike him, causing an odd tingling sensation and a mild case of pins and needles in his left leg. Corruptor laughed. "MWAH HAHA HAHAHA HA! You've fallen for my trap, Jupiter! Within moments my brilliant depowerifier ray will take effect, sapping you of all strength and rendering you weak! WEAK! A mere mortal! For too long you have laughed at me and my failed plans, but now it is I who will do the laughing! HAHAHA! I am laughing! HAHAHAHA! See! It is I who is laughing! HAHA―OOF!!" Corruptor lay on the ground, curled over in pain after one of Jupiter's famous Galactic Kicks. "I think you need to work on your ray guns, and your choice in evil invention names, and your monologues," Jupiter said, standing proudly over his defeated foe. "But this farce has given me my chance to put you behind bars once and for all!" Before he had a chance to grab him, Glob zipped out from the bushes she had been hiding in on a scrappy-looking, oddly-shaped hovercraft-y device. She scooped up Corruptor and flew away, spraying a thick cloud of smoke to obscure her from Jupiter's vision. "Hack! Gah! I can't believe he got away againâ€Ļ maybe I need to cut back on the monologuing myselfâ€Ļ"
Meanwhile, aboard their escape vessel, Corruptor was berating his henchwoman. "Your stupid ray gun didn't work! It did nothing: that was one of the hardest kicks he's ever given me!" "I tried to warn you I didn't have empirical evidence of its effects!" Glob shook her head. "This is what I get for choosing to work for a man who majored in theoretical villainryâ€Ļ" After the rest of the ride was spent in an angry silence, they were soon back in their lair. "Well, what are we going to do now?" Corruptor asked. "Don't worry," Glob said. "I've been looking over my calculations again and I think I've worked out there's a 70% chance it still worked, but the effects are just delayed." Corruptor smiled. "I like those odds! How delayed are we talking?" "Between one week and about a year. Two years max." "Ugh! I can't wait that longâ€Ļ" Glob quickly pulled out a small device with a screen on it. "Well, maybe this'll cheer you up? While you were distracting Jupiter with your monologue, I stuck this tracking device on him. We can follow him and discover his hideout." "Yes! Great thinking Glob! This is why I hired you." "I've sent out a spybot, and it's seems he's stopped somewhere. Look!" The two peered over the screen that showed grainy footage of inside Justin's apartment. He was carrying a basket of laundry with his supersuit in it and was beginning to iron it while watching the news on TV. "That's Jupiter?" "I guess so." They watched more. "Wow is this guy boring," Corruptor yawned. "Why don't we just ambush him?" "No! We'd give up our advantage! If he really is losing his powers, we need to wait for the right moment." Corruptor scratched his chin. "Hmmâ€Ļ I suppose so. Plus I'll need a bit of time to recover from that kick to the gut." He rubbed his stomach and grimaced. "A period of surveillance sounds like just what the doctor ordered."
Back in his apartment, Justin looked up when he heard the news reporter mention the altercation in the park. A ray to depower me? he thought. I definitely felt something, but surely it didn't have an effect, right? Jupiter shook his head. When do Corruptor's plans ever work? I'm sure I'll be fineâ€Ļ
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the-whatcherof-89 ¡ 1 year ago
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RedVelvetcake Aka The Crimson Egg Envoy.
CR 21 MR 4 N Ooze (Plant subtype)
XP 409,600 (if used as npc for encounter)Unique Divine Vespergaunt (Corruptor, Eternal, Mythic)
Neutral Evil Medium Ooze (Plant) Init +11; Senses Perception +26, Truesight 30ft.
AC 31, touch 16, flat-footed 28 (+7 Armor, +5 Dex, +1 Dodge, +10 Natural, +2 Deflection) hp 247 (26d8+171)
Fort +23, Ref +23, Will +28
Speed 10 ft. Flying 60ft (perfect) Melee 2 +24 slams 2d8+10 plus Siphon spirit plus Corruption, Crimson edge+26 1d12+14 plus Siphon spirit plus Corruption RangedRanged Spell+21
Racial Ooze and plant traits, Aura of madness DC25 60ft, DR 10/aligned weapons, Siphon spirit, All around vision, Amorphous, Blindsight 60ft, Breathless, Immune to cold, Fly 60ft, Light sensitivity, Spell-like abilities: Constant-Tongues, True seeing, 3/day-Contact other plane, 1/month-Wish.
Template traits Eternal, Darkvision 60ft, Immunities: Charms and compulsions, Special Abilities: Channel energy, DR 10/epic, Resistance 15/all, Aura of grace 10ft, Mythic magic, Simple divine spellcasting, Change shape 3/day (As per Polymorph  target: self only animal or humanoid), Contractual obligation, Corruptor’s boon, False mind, Imbue with ability (1/day), Mark of vice (DC 25), What do you covet.
Spell-like abilities: Constant-True sight, Alter self, Nonedetection, Talk with plants. At will-Teleportation, Dispel magic, Plant growth, Command plants, Animate vegetals, Entangle. 3/day-Wall of thorns, Mass euphoric tranquillity, Heal, Harm. 1/day-Curse terrain(supreme), Shambler, Curse of fell seasons.
Traits Divine warrior, Denial of fate.
Spellcasting CL21 DC17 spells per day 4/6/6/6/5/5/5/5/4/4 (Domains: Evil, Plant, Corruption, Trickery)
Str 30, Dex 24, Con 32, Int 20, Wis 24, Cha 24
Base Atk +18; CMB +26; CMD +40
Feats Combat reflexes, Dodge, Great fortitude, Improved initiative, Iron will, Lighting reflexes, Persuasive, Power attack, Weapon focus(slam), Skilled, Craft wondrous items, Leadership.
Skills  Bluff +20, Craft(All)+15, Disguise +20, Diplomacy +20, Fly +12, Escape artist +15, Intimidate +20, Knowledge (All) +20, Perception +26, Sense motive +22, Stealth +20, Spellcraft +20.
Languages Telephaty 100ft, Tongues.
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Crimson hound(Artifact): Conductive adamantine greataxe+4 that can be summoned with a mind command and transmit the Egg corruption via wounds. If destroyed, it can reform if the user makes a chant that lasts for a full round. Once per day, the user can touch a follower blessed by the Egg with the weapon and bestow the effect of a spell Righteous Power that lasts for 24h). The weapon is semi-sentient and knows the location and status of every creature that is or was infected by the Egg, even those that are now free from his grasp. By looking into the gem "eye" of the weapon it works like the spell Clairaudience/clairvoyance(both at the same time) but if used on people loyal to the Egg it is considered an instant cast and without saving throw. It is destroyed when the Red seed is destroyed.
Malice carapace(Artifact): Darkleaf Reflecting Leather+5 it has the properties Shadow greater and Glamered. It possess the hardness of adamantine but it is light and flexible as leather. Furthermore, it grants the user a +5 resistance bonus on saving rolls. If the user manages to gather under his Leadership feat at least 100 people (regardless of the hit dice) it grants the wearer regeneration 20. It is destroyed if the Red seed is destroyed.
The red seed(Artifact): This crimson gem shaped like an egg emits a malignant (evil overwhelming)red aura that grants his user the benefit of the spell Freedom of movement, Blink and protects it from any transmutation effects. The seed can hover around the user like Ioun stone also it can be placed on the ground to start the spreading of the corruption. After 72 hours a 10 mile area is corrupted by the Egg and only a Miracle or Wish spell can cure this effect(performed at the epicenter of the corruption). If the Seed is removed before the 72h timer expires, the corruption slowly fades away after 24h. The Seed can be destroyed via a mythic spell of level 7 or higher OR by weapons with an enchantment equal or higher than +4 with the bane plant property and holy property. When the Seed is destroyed, Velvetcake is destroyed and his Eternal ability stops to function. The Egg then needs 300 days to restore his champion and artifact to resume the corruption. (Any completed 72h corruption rituals will still be active even after Velvet demise). The Seed has 300hp and 20 point of hardness and can only be damaged via the means previously described.
Background In the past Antfrost lived a happy life with his lover RedVelvetcake and as long as they had each other, nothing else mattered. One day however, Velvet died to unknown circumstances and a distraught Antfrost left their home to avoid living alone and reached for his old friend BadBoyHalo. It was after he left that Antfrost was corrupted by the crimson Egg, promising him to restore his beloved Velvet in exchange for his loyalty. However, that moment still went away from his reach as Ant perished during the Red Banquet and a certain being brought him into his world. The Egg did not stood idle and although it spoke no words he made his intentions clear: “TWO CAN PLAY THAT GAME.” His roots reached the old house of Ant and dug the remains of his beloved and fused together to recall his soul back. Soon, the new herald of the Egg from the land of SMP arrived in this brand new world with a portal where it would spread his corruption once more. There he stood: clad in red as he did in life. Velvetcake was reborn The Envoy of the Crimson Egg with one mission: Spread the corruption of his master using the artifacts he provided to him. However, there was something never clear: was this person just a made up memory by the Egg to ensure Antfrost’s obedience? Or was he actually the lover that Ant declared? For no one ever saw him except for Ant. Only the Egg knew. But not even the Egg could predict his first words upon arrival: “Ant, my beloved.” Thus he marched, locked onto him to fulfill his duty and bring back his lover under the wing of his master. And those who touched the crimson roots were doomed to fall under the whispers. “Long live the Eggpire.”
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olifiasarifah ¡ 1 year ago
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About the article “Development of Corruptors in Indonesia: Unraveling Facts According to Denny Ja”
In the development of the times and the political world in Indonesia, corruption is often a hot topic discussed. Corruption has become one of the biggest challenges in the development of this country, and efforts to uncover facts related to the development of corruptors in Indonesia are very important.    In this article, we will discuss the development of corruptors in Indonesia based on the views and research of a famous political expert, namely Denny JA. Denny JA is an academic and activist who has a deep understanding of politics and corruption in Indonesia.    In his research, Denny JA revealed some interesting facts related to the development of corruptors in Indonesia. One of the prominent facts is the increasing number of corruption cases revealed in recent years. This shows a more serious effort in combating corruption in Indonesia.    In recent years, law enforcement against corruptors has also experienced significant development. Denny Ja highlighted that law enforcement institutions such as the Corruption Eradication Commission (KPK) and the Attorney General’s Office are increasingly aggressive in revealing and investigating corruption cases. This proves the existence of a strong commitment to eradicate corruption in Indonesia.    However, Denny Ja also highlighted some worrying facts related to the development of corruptors in Indonesia. One of them is the existence of corruptors who still managed to escape the snares of the law. Denny Ja asserted that there are still gaps and challenges that need to be overcome in law enforcement against corruptors.    In addition, Denny Ja also highlighted the phenomenon of corruptors who were increasingly clever and disguised. Corruptors now use a variety of more complex ways and strategies to hide their acts of corruption. This requires even greater effort to uncover the practice of corruption that is increasingly complicated and organized.    In the view of Denny Ja, it is important for the government and Indonesian people as a whole to unite and commit in combating corruption. Denny Ja suggested that the government increase transparency and accountability in the management of state finances and strengthen independent law enforcement agencies and not easily influenced.    In addition, the Indonesian people also need to participate in eradicating corruption by becoming more concerned and proactive in reporting acts of corruption they meet. Collaboration between the government, the community, and law enforcement agencies will be an important key in efforts to eradicate corruption in Indonesia.    It is important to remember that the development of corruptors in Indonesia is not the only problem that the country must face. However, corruption is a problem that is destructive and needs to be handled seriously. Through joint efforts and strong commitments, we can fight and reduce corruption practices in Indonesia.    In the conclusion, the development of corruptors in Indonesia is a complex issue and requires a holistic approach in handling it. Through research and views from political experts such as Denny Ja, we can understand the facts related to the development of corruptors in Indonesia and take the right steps to eradicate corruption. Together, let’s be committed to creating a clean Indonesia of corruption and realizing sustainable development.
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shiningstages ¡ 2 years ago
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@ephixltes - ❛ well, of course i was gonna come find you. ❜ ( hecate for chief )
She can't help but sigh, in that "I-should've-known-you-would-do-this" kind of way, but there's nothing angry or exhausted about her. She's relieved to see Hecate. Of course, she's happy to see Hecate. No matter the dangers or peril that awaits them, the chief would always feel a bit of ease knowing one of her most trusted sinners was by her side. That's why a smile cracks any tension, standing herself up from where Nightmare had caught her then gently placed her down.
"You shouldn't be here," The chief starts, surveying the slightly new terrain. She could hear the faintest roar of corruptors, but felt nothing to indicate they were close by. Looking up from where she had fallen in the broken foundations of this place, it was almost a miracle that Hecate had been here to make a deadly situation turn into a blessing in disguise. Then, looking back at the girl - her tense body language eases a bit with her expression, ruffling the other's hair, "But thank you for finding me. I owe you one, again."
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dailycharacteroption ¡ 5 years ago
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Splintersoul (Vigilante Archetype)
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 Leading a double life puts a great strain on the mind, as every interaction in one identity or the other becomes a carefully managed affair of remembering who knows you as whom and what lies or truths you’ve fed each. For some, it is too much, or perhaps they already had a divide in their thoughts and feelings that they take advantage of.
When this occurs in a vigilante, the result can often be what’s called a splintersoul, an individual whose two identities have become so divergent that even on a metaphysical level they seem like two different individuals.
Whether they are troubled heroes or dangers to themselves and others (possibly both), these figures have a unique advantage in that they can engage in training along diverging moral philosophies while still retaining the benefits of each, at least some of the time.
 In simple terms, their two identities are so separate that multiclassing into one or more classes with alignment restrictions does not clash with one of the identities. For example, a person with paladin training in their social identity could secretly be more morally ambiguous in their vigilante identity without losing their paladin abilities, beyond performing extremely evil acts, of course. However, this does mean that each of their alignment-focused classes are tied to one or the other identity, locking them out abilities they would lose by becoming an ex-member until they switch identities back.
As they grow in mastery, these vigilantes master the art of quickly switching their identities, eventually able to do so in moments.
Along with this, the vast disparity between the two identities grows so great that the very act of revealing that they are one and the same by switching costumes shocks and alarms, allowing them to take advantage of that the same way other vigilantes leave their foes stunned by their sudden appearance.
A simple archetype, this definitely exists specifically for the purpose of multiclassing vigilante with other classes where their unique connection to the alignment system causes problems. You could even, in theory try to cross class with two separate alighnment-based classes, both tied to the opposing identities, but I’d probably recommend against it, since you’d end up having low-level power sets that you can’t even merge together since one turns off when you are able to use the other. Most builds for this archetype will definitely be used by veteran players with very clear ideas of feat and spell selection.
 No matter how you decide to play it, this archetype does touch upon the subjects of neurodivergency and even mental illness. With that in mind, as always, consider carefully how your character reflects on those subjects, and remember to be respectful.
  Drawing parallels between himself and the shapeshifting orca-like akhlut, by day Beirshan is a law-upholding barrister seeking justice, but when the law fails, he dons a whaleskin cloak and takes up the mantle of the Sea Wolf, infamous for his vicious bloody battle-rages.
 They say that valor has no place in the City of Nightmares, but Amel disagrees, the munavri taking up the mantle of The Blade of Will, an avenger and mind sword paladin, hidden by a face-concealing helm. Behind disguise, he maintains a more moderate view, asking for compromise with the city’s unflinching leaders.
 Referred to as the Joyful Veras by his neighbors, the elf is considered a pillar of the community by the town, and a helping hand to those in need. None suspect he has a darker side, an alternate identity as a zealot and sinister cleric of the Corruptor, carefully selecting his prey from out of towners to twist into monsters using dark rituals.
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talesofmetalandmagic ¡ 6 years ago
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For the BadThingsHappenBingo: “Forced to Kneel/Bow”, with Gwynevere, Queen of Lothric and Oceiros the Consumed King. 
Proposed by: @reaper-apologist-andromeda Set in: author’s verse. Characters: Gwynevere, Queen of Lothric, Oceiros the Consumed King, Gertrude the Heavenly Daughter. Ship: Gwyneiros TW: humiliation, body horror, blood, spit, excrements, unsettling scenario Notes: crossbreed!Oceiros
Synopsis: Gertrude and her Winged Knights have won the civil war, and this time it’s the king and queen that have to share the cage. But this is just the beginning of what the Heavenly Daughter and her army have in mind for them.
His eyes are so wide and wet, the bars of the cage seem to reflect into the blue irises. -My love?- Gwynevere tries, huddling closer into her blanket. The following silence is only broken by Oceiros’ panting and groaning. But no words. -Osi?- she tries again. His fingers grab onto the bars, shaking like reeds in the storm. Even his tail – a motionless lump of cartilage the length of his arm – is still, and the short wings he hides beneath his penal tunic are so folded they can barely stick out from under the fabric. He’s lost, as if another cage was shut around his mind, shielding away every noise and thought. His eyes are open, but they aren’t looking at anything. Not at her, not at the ceiling, not at his own shaking hands, long nails lacquered in blue – the right index is cracked, and a trail of blood runs to his elbow. He doesn’t seem to mind. Nor does he raise his gaze to the door, when a Winged Knight opens the door and raises his halberd at them. -The time has come. Do not make this more difficult for yourself.-
The white silk feels like frost on Gwynevere’s shuddering skin. The bell-shaped sleeves of her dress widen at the stroke of wind. Another Winged Knight, at least six axes dangling from his belt, wraps a belt of gold around her waist, pulling at it with arms as big as logs. Gwynevere whines in pain as the buckle is cinched. -Too tightâ€Ļ- she attempts, but it’s like talking to a statue. Her skin burns as if the belt was made of thorns. But even if she could speak, she remains in silence as her hair are roughly pulled back. Tears escape her eyes, but she clenches her lips just enough to keep her wail inside her throat. They wrap a chain of gold around her wrists and pull at it as if it was mere rope. She has worn that thing at the twins’ last name day, she remembers as she’s pulled upwards. Her skin tenses, erupting in goosebumps under the paper-thin silk. Her bare feet, cuffed to one another with a second necklace of hers, are even colder. And a golden collar holds onto her neck – like a hand trying to choke her – keeping her chin high enough to no longer see herself anymore. But them: they are all over the place. She conjoins her hands as if she was praying.
Every Winged Knight looks the same to her – still, she searches upon her faces as if Lothric and Lorian could be hiding in their muscular bodies. She shuts her eyes out of instinct as the tip of a halberd is pushed against her back. When she opens them again, Oceiros is by her side – and a stain of blood seeps from his side, from under his own belt, staining in purple his blue silk tunic. His hair are tied in a ponytail, so that he cannot hide the aquamarine scales that dot his face. The biggest, at the bottom of his cheekbones, are the size of his thumbnail; but most of them, from afar, could pass for common moles. Except they’re blue, and they glow like glass. His horns, as long as the blade of a Throwing Knife, look even sharper without the stray hair to hide them. -Hey.- she attempts. She almost jumps as he actually answers. -I can’tâ€Ļ- He sounds hushed, and this is enough to startle her yet again. It must be the too-tight belt – it must be. Oceiros doesn’t whisper. Oceiros doesn’t hide himself. He blinks frantically, avoiding her gaze. Only then does Gwynevere notice his tunic is backless, and his short and crooked wings, the color of rotten fish, are bare for the world to see. -It’s alright, my dearest. I’m here. Breathe.- -I must look down. I can’t. I can’t go there.- Gwynevere gulps, shifting to his side. -You are strong. We are strong.- -I am the king.-. The closest thing to a growl in a time that feels endless. It’s as if Oceiros is another man entirely, hiding within the trembling wreck she sees, clawing and pushing to get out. -I am the king. I can’t do this. I can’t. She’s ruining me.- -Only if you let her.- The tips of her fingers stroke the side of his. Oceiros doesn’t hold her, though. A tear runs down his cheek and shatters on his chest, next to the bloodstain. Before she can say anything, the gates are opened, and the collective screaming of the crowd reaches them like a tidal wave. And she can feel Oceiros sink.
-â€Ļcorruption, deceit, and heresy.- The speaker’s voice seems to come from another plane entirely. Gwynevere keep her head high – and what else can she bloody do, with those accursed necklaces keeping their chins from lowering – and intakes the cruel words as they come, in religious silence. -Bring them out!-. A voice she doesn’t recognize, but with the wrath of an entire army of new enemies. -Push them down!-. -All hail the Divine Light!- And the light is there, the morning sun turning her gown into blinding white, and the door is opened, and she and Oceiros are walking through the courtyard towards where Gertrude is. With two waves of townsfolk screaming at them as if they were the lowest of scum. -Shame!-. A voice shrieks. -Heretics! Heathens! Sinners!- -Destroy the sinners! End them!- -May the Flame fade!- -I hope a lightning strikes you, king reptile!- -Not so great now, are you?- -All hail the king and queen!- A man in a red cape leans his face towards Oceiros and screams “hail to the king” into his ear, so loud even Gwynevere winces at the sound. Two people, their faces covered by Thrall Hoods, stomp and jump on Oceiros’ tail, and cackle as he groans and pants in pain. Another tries to grab his buttocks, but the Winged Knight spears him from one side to the other. -We mustn’t soil ourselves with sin, remember this much. These two are impure.- Soon enough, a fifth man’s hand grabs her arm, and the swift throw of an axe takes off his whole head. The blood sprays on her white dress like against the snow. And her skirt becomes as heavy as a whole set of armor – heavier and heavier for every new throw of Dung Pie, every new pull at her hair and his, and every new drop of spit that reaches her cheeks and eyes. -End them!-, they repeat. -Burn the heretics!- -Draconic scum! Freak!- -Atone to the First Sin! Shame on the Great Lord and his brethren.- If my father saw what you are doing to me, Gwynevere thinks, all of your faces would melt against the flame of his sword. Some of them bow at their passage, grinning, clapping. It feels wrong. Like a dream, from which not her nor him can wake up. Gertrude wears her hair in two ponytails, and her white eyes are cold. She can’t see, nor speak, but her face says all they need to know. -Gwynevere, spawn and follower of Lord Gwyn.- a Winged Knight at their side proclaims. Gwynevere keeps her gaze high, breathing lightly, her ears still ringing from the screams into her ear. -Supporter and preacher of the First Sin, corruptor of Their Highnesses King Lothric and Prince Lorian.- So we’re truly erased. Gwynevere can’t turn her head, but her eyes catch just enough of a glimpse of Oceiros to see that he’s one step away from fainting. If there’s some sheer willpower in her favorite, proud man, he’s using it no doubt to keep himself awake. There’ll be consequences, if he misses his atonement. His world is upside down, and not even she can lead him through. -Oceiros, heretic and heathen, faithful of the wretched Path of the Dragon. Abomination, crossbreed and blasphemer. Corruptor of Their Highnesses King Lothric and Prince Lorian.- -No, no, no, no, noâ€Ļ- -Quiet.- she hisses at him before any of them can. The winged girl conjoins her hand, as the Winged Knight that was speaking proceeds. -Your reign is over, and so are the sins your lies are spreading. For your opposition to the Angelic Faith, and having spread the falsehood of the Linking of Fire, you are declared guilty. The endless mercy of your sons keeps you alive, sinful woman. And youâ€Ļ- the Winged Knight stops, staring at Oceiros as if his scales, horns, wings and tail were also made of Dung pie. -â€Ļyouâ€Ļ crossbreed thing. Thank the kindness and grace of the great Pontiff Sulyvahn that you’re not resting in a grave of Gold Pine Resin.- Lust can take many forms: it can even disguise itself as kindness and grace, if so it wishes for. Gwynevere’s heart pounds inside her chest. That cage is too big for two already: if she loses him as well, she will drown in it before she even knows. -Your atonement is complete. Soon enough, your sins will be mended. You will live the rest of your lives in seclusion, atoning and reflecting upon your copious mistakes.- Gwynevere licks her dry lips, her neck stinging as if jaws were clasping themselves around it. -Now the time has come to renounce your throne and declare submission to the Angelic Faith. Kneel, and this will all be over.- She’s too rigid to even open her mouth. A moment of cold silence follows the order, while she repeats it into her mouth as if it was spoken in a language different from her own and she was trying to figure out what it meant. She glimpses at Oceiros, holding one hand into another, fingers so pale it seems as if the skin is no longer, and it’s the naked bone that glistens at the blinding light. As well as the scales. -I don’t recallâ€Ļ- she finally chokes out. -Kneel.- the voice repeats. -Your pride is over. Faithless nobles will no longer force their desires upon the smallfolk. Refuse the light, and you won’t deserve to see above yourself ever again.- If Oceiros is still shedding tears, she can only tell from the quaking of his shoulders, for his face is so damp in spit it looks as if he had just been washing himself. -Come on.- Gwynevere says, to whom she can’t tell. Her knees push against the skirt as she falls to the ground, sniffing. Soon it will be over, she reminds herself. The cage is no pleasant bed, but it’s secluded, and quiet, and warm enough, and Oceiros is thereâ€Ļ Oceiros. His blue hair glitter like water itself as he shakes his head. -No.- he mutters. -No. I can’t. I’m the King of Lothric. I don’t kneel to ANYONE!- Is he talking to them, or to himself? And he’s screaming: because he’s a fool, and religious people bring out his worst. Gwynevere opens her mouth to call for him, but the Winged Knight’s hand comes first. And the sound of the slap is loud enough to ring through the square. Oceiros sinks next to her, not even a scream as his long hair fall upon his face. Two hands, covered in golden gauntlets, hold him in place. But as he is now, he probably doesn’t feel them. Face buried between his bound palms, back arched and shuddering, her beloved sobs like a child, the blood from his tight belt running to the white tiles like a stream. Gertrude doesn’t seem to notice he exists anymore. And when she calls the names of Lothric and Lorian, where they are, how they are, she realizes she too, no longer, is seen.
The cage is silent, but the soft wind above the rooftop seems to sing a soothing melody to Gwynevere’s tired ears. -My love?- -It’s over. I’m done for.- Oceiros is a stain of white and blue in the furthest corner of the cage. Gwynevere breathes lightly, every new intake of air a stab wound to her already mangled side. Her palms and knees are sore against the bars underneath, and every new crawling motion seems to take an entire Age. At least the bloody belts are gone, as well as the collars. Their old penance clothes are as coarse as Lothric’s own tunic – and Gwynevere wouldn’t be surprised if they were actually made from the same material – but at least they are straightforward in their hatred for the two of them. -Oceiros.- Her words are cut short by a sudden shot of pain. -It’s alright. We’re alone. It’s over.- He’s at but an arm from her, but there’s no room for any Gwynevere in the world where he’s locked into now. -I’m here, Osi.- she tries again, but his deep voice is muttering only to himself. -The lineage is ruined. Disgraced. Humiliated. The king, having to kneelâ€Ļ- Gwynevere curls up by his side, wrapping her arm around his thin side. But it’s like embracing a statue, as he doesn’t even raise his gaze. Only his wings, covered by the coarse fabric, seem to recognize her, shaken by a sudden flutter like a last drawn breath. -My ancestors will be ashamed. I am ruined. The annalsâ€Ļ- A king of Lothric is proud, and so are scholars and dragons. Oceiros is all three. And the higher one places themself, the lower they fall. And that poor thing that she’s now wrapping her arm around is sinking further and further into himself, like her old friend Artorias into the Abyss that tore him away from his beloved. The mere thought makes her feel like she’s sinking too. The night sky looms over them, like a whole new crowd with a new set of clean eyes. That glitter just as much as those of the man she loves. -You can gaze at the stars with me.- she whispers. -I believe you know the names of each one.- -I’m done for. Disgraced. The legacy is ruined.- He winces as she removes strands of blue hair, stained in so much sweat they look like strings of metal, from his pale and tense face. -Don’t.- he begs. -I’m ruined. Childless. Unworthy.- -So am I.- Her tone is firm, the closest thing to queenlike she had experienced in recent times. Oceiros’ eyes shed two more tears, and a spark of clarity seems to surface from beneath the wide pupils. -My dearest.- she says. -Don’t cry.-   She pulls him close and cradles him, his face hidden into her chest – so that for a while at least, he can forget about where, who and why he is. She falls asleep at the sound of his sobs, her hands tangled into his hair, and his tail wrapped around her legs like a second blanket.  
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writsgrimmyblog ¡ 6 years ago
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What I hate more than anything is the British press using Nick's relationship with a younger man as barely disguised homophobia. Yes he's younger but he's not a child and if Nick has found someone he likes and is enjoying spending time with after years of anti social hours then let him live. What I do love is the tweet from Claire Fleetwood (wife of Tommy and Nick's godmother), love a supportive family !
I have spent quite a bit of time responding to the previous anon and have just looked at Nick’s mentions online and on Twitter and it’s honestly so depressing to me. The tabloids are out in force on this one, and the narrative they are all (surprise, surprise) running with is age. Notice how many have the age difference in the headline or byline, and the number of articles that focus on the ‘bath’ picture, including the Daily Fail’s comment: ‘It’s my birthday and I’m very happy,’ he [M] captioned the shot (failing, however, to raise a smile).’ I see what you’re doing, you garbage piece of ‘journalism.’ Implicit suggestions of coercion, narratives of hypersexualised older gay man falls for younger guy with an dose of barely concealed moral side-eye.
I have ranted enough for one day probably but the Watney text I mentioned in my other response talks about moral panic instigated by the British media around the age crisis. He writes: “After five years of reporting on the AIDS epidemic British television and press coverage is locked into an agenda which blocks out any approach to the subject which does not conform to the values and language of homophobic culture - that is a language which does not regard gay men as fully or properly human” (p. 3). I keep coming back to the Tom Robinson Band’s 1978 song ‘Glad to Be Gay’ and the lines: read how disgusting we are in the press, the Telegraph, People and Sunday Express, molesters of children, corruptors of youth, it’s there in the paperâ€Ļit must be the truth.
What I find baffling/frustrating/rage inducing is how little it feels like we have progressed twenty/thirty years on, when certain media publications continue to perpetuate homophobic stereotypes. It’s more subtle these days, but it’s another reminder (together with all of the other stuff I’ve been rambling on about) that there is still a lot of work to do and I believe so strongly it’s really worth spending some time unpacking where this kind of reporting comes from and its history. Of course I have a personal investment in seeing Nick attract positive press that heightens my frustration, but it’s bigger and more pervasive than just one person who happens to be in my periphery, and it makes me mad as hell.
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wanderingmoonsword ¡ 6 years ago
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Shadow Demon
Dark, fiendish figures formed of darkness and wickedness in equal measure, shadow demons trace their origins back to the original Fiend Folio, putting them among the early “expansion” monsters of the game. (One also put in an infamously lethal appearance in one of the adventure paths, although I won’t speak more of it here.) Whether stripped of their physical body as a cruelty by a more powerful demon as the Tome of Horrors Complete suggests or the product of such envy and covetousness that the Abyss remade them with nothing at all that they might envy everything, shadow demons are possessors and corruptors, flitting from shadow to shadow before they take a victim’s body with magic jar. You might want to alter that a bit – magic jar is grand theft body, while you might want your demonic possession a little more on the subtle and suggestive side – but that’s the general idea. Largely powerless in the light, these demons wield shadow and illusion as weapons once they strike and can be deadly to those they manage to surprise.
Don’t just use these demons to attack the party in a random encounter, though – that’s what dretches and dupes are for. Shadow demons are intelligent, perceptive, and fiendishly charismatic, all traits that can make the takeover of their victims far more effective. Give them stories, goals, desires, obsessions, hatreds. The Abyss is the worst of human emotion and passion amplified into its darkest aspects, writ large against the multiverse, and shadow demons have no flesh to weigh them down. Make them characters, not just monsters, and the shadow demon becomes far more effective as a part of your world.
Long rivals for eldritch power and political influence across five kingdoms, the archmage Tyjiane finally gained ascendancy over the arch-lich Guazgo by locating the lich’s phylactery. Unable to simply destroy the soulstone, Tyjiane cast it into the Abyss after she worked powerful spells to shatter the lich’s arcane might. Now barely more than a flickering shadow of malevolence and envy – envy of its rival archmage’s power, of the arcane lore and might it once commanded, of the living outside this cycle of struggle and strife – Guazgo often haunts the periphery of the great wizard’s college that was its rival’s pride and joy. With little more than paltry shadows answering its command, Guazgo can trap people in its phylactery while using their bodies to advance its ends, trying to piece together stolen portions of its looted library and reclaim the power of a true wizard.
Always looking on the proud castles of the daimyo of her native land and the samurai who answered them with bitter envy for the mistakes she and her family made in her youth, the shadow demon who was once the ronin Fujitani Utayo began to take what she wanted with stealth and violence even before she died. Now, after her death, she has begun a campaign to lower those she looked on with envy into the dirt she once scrabbled in. Utayo’s shadowy form creeps past defenses made proof against oni to steal bodies and commit subtle crimes, leaving hints to goad three rival clans into war and doing her best to breed such hate that it is a long and destructive one, unleashing political tensions that have built for decades. Those who dismissed her with well-earned contempt as nothing but a dishonorable thug will be made even lower as she claims her prizes to enjoy in an eternity of vengeance.
Rather than simply destroying mortals in conflict, the shadow demon Trarkorath prefers to look on them as tools and pawns. After slipping through from the Abyss, he set about the work of creating a cult to funnel power and minions his way. His preferred tool is careful possession, taking over leaders or whispering in their ears while they sleep, trapping their slumbering souls in a simple gem while they lay dreaming, none the wiser while he creates the illusion that the cult controls an entire settlement with careful planning and strange illusions. (Treat Trarkorath as an advanced shadow demon, adding Disguise +16 and Knowledge (nobility) +14 to his skills and persistent image and suggestion 1/day and major image 3/day to his list of spell-like abilities.)
- Tome of Horrors Complete 172 and Bestiary 1 67
@dailybestiary had a great post on the shadow demons.
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kartolo-kartel ¡ 3 years ago
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Notes about my Steven Universe Historic Headcanon AU:
-Gemkind are obsessed with perfectionism. The diamonds, especially White, are Mary Sue wannabe. However in fact, they’re crooked in their way and corrupt in their hearts, also hypocrite for their ideals.
-Sometimes high gems made collusion with criminal gangs, mafia, corruptor, or terrorist to enforce the diamond’s will and ironically it was tolerated by the diamond themselves, as long as it was beneficial.
-Crony capitalism and clan nepotism were encouraged among gem society, especially between high gems, criminal kingpin, business barons, and wealthy expatriate. These outsiders are willing to become proxy for the diamond’s will as long as they paid with money or another currencies (pearls maybe).
-Gempire sometimes made a deal with and spare several factions (organic or not) that they considered worthy to live, especially warlike or to lesser extent, profit-oriented aliens.
-Gempire also has semi-autonomous Corporate Sector, a semi oligarchic-autocratic corporatocracy like Dutch East India Company. These corporates expanded through lobbying and even worse, land (planet) grabbing. They also collaborate with mafia to suppress labor union and encourage those mafia to extort exorbitant protection money to cut off labors income. Finest collaboration between police state and trigger-happy gangsters.
concerning humans and earth:
-In my headcanon AU, human is just as cruel and deviant as gemkind -IRL human different from current SU canon-. Gemkind however, aware with such behaviour and exploit human nature through conflicts, corruption, and segregation.
-These conflicts and corruption were instigated by Onyx agent and even gemkind who disguised themselves as godlike image to pervert human against each other.
-Earth in my AU was real world map, not like current SU canon. Several gem artifacts like kindergarten or lunar sea spire, were classified and kept hidden from public by joint Homeworld and CIA Men in Black division.
-CIA Men in Black division also involved with Homeworld cluster and forced fusion experiment. Our Peridot 5XG did not mentioned it for she’s being paranoid of being trailed by people with black tuxedo. However, Homeworld did involved in several CIA secret projects such as organic mind control codename MKUltra as a mutual exchange.
-Several 1% wealthy aware about the cluster and they managed to establish space programs to evacuate themselves or those who can afford. This also encourages corruption or even rat race for the pursuit of money to afford such evac. Justifying greed for better purpose.
-United Nations however, just a figurehead to coverup Homeworld’s interference in human history. Peacekeeper is just an euphemism for the army.
-If cluster project doesn’t work properly, Homeworld and 1% wealthy secretly cut a final deal: to provoke World War 3, massive terrorism, and nuclear arsenal that will turn earth into crapsack dystopia. The purpose, to convince Rose Quartz/Pink Diamond to abide in her role.
(update coming soon)
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