#Djall

[30ahchaleh]

"Dajjal"

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در باور تمام ادیان ابراهیمی

از چندین چند نشانه ، قبل از آخرالزمان و ظهور نجات دهنده ، یکیش ظهور دجال‌هاست

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دجال یک فریب دهنده اعظم هست در مقیاس کلان

به کسی که بتواند فرا تر از اطرافیان و محله و شهر ، مردم کشوری را فریب بدهد دجال گویند وگرنه در مقیاس کوچک ما با یک دروغ گو و کلاه‌بردار مواج هستیم

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دجال ها در فریب چنان کارکشته هستند که میتوانند برای باطل خود پیروان بیشماری دست‌وپا کنند تا با آنها به جنگ حق روند در مقیاس بزرگ

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ولی ⭐️چرا⭐️ جمهوری اسلامی ِ"مهدی محور" با آگاهی از این موضوع ، آنچنان روی این نشانه از نشانه های ظهور مانور تبلیغاتی گسترده مثل بقیه‌ی نشانه ها نمیدهد ، شاید میترسند تعبیر نشانه ی با فریبِ ملت روی کار آمدن و ماندن ، گریبان خودشان را بگیرد

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این ⭐️چرا⭐️ را بگذارید کنار این باور هولناک ِ آنها که اعتقاد دارند مهدی هم آمدنی‌ست ، هم آوردنی‌یست! و در این اعتقاد چنان لفاظی میکنند که انحراف را هم برای خود! و هم برای پیروانشان غیرقابل مشاهده کردن برای همین است که به استعاره در روایت های اسلامی برای تصویر سازی دجال ها او را "باباغوری"(کوری عقل‌ودل) نشان میدهند که روی پیشانیش(خِرد،ذهن،شعور،…) کافر(کسی که روی چیزی را بپوشاند) نوشته شده است

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مثالی میزنم

سالیان دراز مردم سرزمینی از طغیان های فصلی رودخانه(شـَر) که همراهش خرابی و مرگ میآورد به تنگ آمده بودند به مرور پیامبران(آگاهان) نجات بخشی برای آن اهلی سدی ساختن تا محفوظ باشند با این دلگرمی که هرگاه این سد هم فرو ریخت نجات دهنده‌ای خواهد آمد ، "او که ما را فرستاد ، نجات دهنده را به وقت لزوم خواهد فرستاد ، نگران نباشید"ـ

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بیماری و پزشک

حال وظیفه ما اهالی این هست که دعا کنیم نجات دهنده بیاید یا آنکه دعا کنیم آن سد نریزد

زمینه های ظهور نجات دهنده را آماده کنیم (به این جمله دقت کنید) یا زمینه های بازسازی سد را مهیا کنیم تا ظهور رخ ندهد

به معنویات خود چنان بیافزاییم که در نور ، قدر نور را بدانیم یا همچنان چنان باشیم که در ظلمت ، قدر شناس نور باشیم

شعار روی پرچم‌مان چه باشد بهتر است؟

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یادآوری میکنم

آنها که در زمینه جنگ سواد نظامی دارند میدانند جنگ فرسایشی ایران خمینی و عراق صدام چرا و چگونه آغاز ، چرا و چگونه پایان یافت

و باز میدانند چرا و چگونه در زمان ایران پهلوی با تمام علاقه صدام به جنگ چنین حادثه‌ی ایران خراب کنی رخ نداد

حال بروید و بخوانید جواب طرفداران خمینی را وقتی از آنها سوال میشود چرا خمینی گفت جنگ برای ما یک نعمت بزرگ الهی بود چیست

بعد باز به اسناد رجوع کنید و انگولک های خمینی برای ایجاد جنگ با صدام جنگ دوست را مطالعه کنید

آنگاه شاید شاید بفهمید من چه میگویم

پهلوی دوم در صلح مثلا فهمید غرب طمعکار (این را بارها در سخنرانی هایش گوشزد میکرد) دوست نیست اما میتوان با شعور و خِرد او را به دشمن جنگ ساز هم تبدیل نکرد و خیلی چیزهای دیگر ولی برآیند شعور و خِرد در آن زمان با او یار نبود

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هشدار

به هر شکلی اگر به دلگرمی مهدی(نجات‌دهنده) اعتقاد دارید مشکلی نیست ، اما مواظب فریب دجال ها باشید که در سپاه آنها بکار گماشته نشوید و این مهم حاصل نمیشود مگر آنکه کمی خِرد را در معنویات خود اضافه کنید

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ای گشته جهان و خوانده دفتر

بندیش ز کار خویش بهتر

سوراخ شده است سد یاجوج

یک چند حذر کن ای برادر

بر منبر حق شده است دجال

خامش بنشین تو زیر منبر

ناصرخسرو

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گوئیم بتوفیق خدایتعالی که حدیث دجال میان امت معروف است هر کسی گوید از فتنه دجال حذر باید کردن ولیکن نخست آن واجب است که چیزی را بشناسی تا ازو حذر توانی کرد و کسی زهر نشناسد مخاطره باشد کزو بخورد بنادانی...ـ

ناصرخسرو

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[ohplasticheart]

i forgot that fob used a sample for centuries and yesterday i heard a song so identical that i thought someone made the cumbia version or some shit

[aphungay]

SEASON'S GREASON'S

[ocs-of-the-c]

I'm gonna give you... Favorite, Canvas, Roots, and Formal for Samelle And even though not in the tags Glance, Day, and Motion for Vexan! :) -WayfinderLegacy

Thanks so much for the ask! I love any excuse to yell about my OCs. Buckle up, this is gonna get LONG.

SAMELLE

Favorite: Growing up on Balmorra, even good clothing was hard to get. Fancy clothing? Forget it. So it's no surprise that Sam's favorite accessory is a weapon, specifically a claymore. Looks something like this.

Lilmeli gave it to her after they both killed their first Imperial officer together. They were roughly eight, and Sam had beaten the man to death after he attempted to shoot Lilmeli. The problem was, they were supposed to keep the man alive and bring him back to the Resistance for interrogation. So Sam's parents screamed at her and said that she should have let Lilmeli die if it meant the mission succeeded. Sam told them to fuck off. That was the first time her father beat her.

Sam was crying in her room when Lilmeli came in with the claymore. She'd nicked it from the Imperial officer's quarters (he liked to steal pieces of Balmorran culture). Sam hugged her sister and hid that claymore until the day of her parents' betrayal. You can bet that claymore was one of the few things she took off-planet. Now that she has a metal arm, she can actually use the thing like a regular sword, which is terrifying to witness.

Initially, she didn't use it often, because the trauma from Balmorra was still fresh in her mind. She wanted to leave it all behind. But after going to Balmorra out of necessity for the class story, and confronting her parents as an adult, she has begun using the weapon in earnest. It's strapped to her back right along with her big-ass gun.

Canvas: As one might expect from a woman that started fighting for the Balmorran Resistance at age five and has never stopped since, Samelle has a veritable tapestry of scars to her name. The most obvious is her metal left arm, her cybernetic left eye, and the vicious scars on the left side of her face, which the character creator will NOT let me make as vicious as I would like. For reference, think of Two-Face from The Dark Knight.

Yeah, it's ugly. She does have all her hair though! Those scars are the result of her backstory. Her parents, Straken and Haleen, several years after the renewed Imperial push, want to back the winning side and save their own skins. They betray the Resistance to the Sith and Imperials in exchange for Lilmeli being sent to Korriban. By now, Lilmeli has displayed very minor Force sensitivity. Samelle walks in on masked Sith being ‘introduced’ to Lilmeli and gets angry. She pulls out a thermal detonator Jace Malcom style and blows the two Sith up, resulting in the scars mentioned above. Lilmeli pulls in every favor she has to get Sam prosthetics, and the two leave the planet as Imperials murder everyone they’ve ever known. The Republic military, the Jedi, and the Resistance are all pissed at the Arcfres. Sam joins a mercenary company that doesn’t ask questions, and Lilmeli goes to Nar Shaddaa.

Did I mention Sam was twelve at the time this all happened? Yeah.

Aside from that, it's various stab wounds, blaster shots, angry Balmorran wildlife (zeldrates will go for ANY body on the ground and will start feeding even if their prey is still alive), a Mandalorian flamethrower scar across her chest from when they escaped Balmorra (first but not the last time Sam fought a Mando), and Lichtenberg figures on her back and arms from prolonged Sith Lord electrocution as mentioned above. And the gut wound from Jemsyn is probably gonna scar, too.

No piercings, though. You get one of those yanked or burnt in a scrap and you're out of the fight. Sam's seen it happen.

She does, however, have a small tattoo. She got it after her mercenary company, the Sunhawks, were wiped out during the Sacking, leaving her as the only survivor. (Yeah, she saw aspects of the Sunhawks in the first Havoc Squad and finally felt like she had a family again. The betrayal was brutal). It's on her right shoulder blade, and it's a stylized persimmon silhouette of a hawk in front of a small golden sun. The whole thing is about the size of the palm of someone's hand. She knows you're not supposed to have any identifying markings as a soldier, but one, her face is kind of a dead giveaway, and two, anyone who knows the meaning of that tattoo isn't alive to tell anyone about it.

Roots: Samelle wouldn't know a fashion trend if it hit her over the head with a baseball bat. Her clothing style is practical, durable, and functional. However, I do have some specific roots and inspiration for her look. Balmorra's environment has always reminded me of the Scottish Highlands, so there's a lot of Scottish influence in Sam's fashion. Tartan, kilts, sgian-dubh (decorative knife), sporran (like a fanny pack for pocketless kilts), etc. I also snagged some Lord of the Rings influence. Think Aragorn and Boromir meet Scottish Highlands meet Commander Shepard and you'll have Sam's general fashion vibe.

Formal: Samelle doesn't love dressing up. She feels practically naked without her armor or at least one weapon on her person. Which is why regardless of her formal attire she ALWAYS makes sure to have a sgian-dubh with her formal outfit.

As for the outfit itself, Sam pretty much always wears a kilt for the bottom half. Regardless of her complicated relationship with her parents, Balmorra will always be her home, and she's proud of it. For the top of the outfit, it's something like this.

Think that, but minus the bottom half because a kilt goes there, and missing the left sleeve because of her metal arm. That's her general formal outfit.

She honestly doesn't see the point of having different looks for different occasions. Sure, it might be a little different depending on the event, like black for a funeral, but there will always be a kilt and a somewhat military-inspired top.

VEXAN

Glance: At first glance, it's Vexan's entire appearance that stands out. She is a Dathomirian Zabrak in the very heart of the Empire, with a Dark Council seat, and she doesn't wear a hood or mask. She doesn't see the need to hide. She's here, she earned her place here, and she can and will kill to keep it. Hiding would defeat the purpose. Oddly enough, she doesn't seem bothered by the glares, or the hissed insults. Upon closer inspection, there's an air of smugness about her. Like she relishes the rancor she's so skilled at generating. You get the feeling that everyone around her, save a select few, are chess pieces in a great game she's playing. You just have to hope you're not a piece she's decided to sacrifice.

Probably not what you were looking for, but Vexan has ensured that any physical scars or deformities or anything that marks her beyond being an alien is not readily visible to the public. Especially the raised scars from a whip on her back. Especially her badly burned neck from a shock collar.

Day: Vexan remembers years of ragged robes and threadbare socks. Years of begging for undergarments and being laughed at. Years of wearing literal rags while her masters lounged about in the finest Alderaanian silks. Well, no more. Now she is a member of the Dark Council, Darth Nox herself, and she will wear nothing less than what suits her status. On a normal day, she will wear luxurious robes or Sith fashion in shades of red, black, purple, dark blue, and gray. Not all at once, of course. That would be a fashion crime. An example of what she might wear in the day to day can be seen below.

One day it might be purple robes with dark blue inlay and a blue choker. Another day it might be gray robes trimmed with red, complete with a pale red scarf. Noticing a theme yet? Her default clothing must be fashionable, it must be expensive, and it must be able to cover her neck in some fashion. No one can see where the slave collar once lay. No one. She will give no one that advantage.

To that end, she wears a lot of jewelry, particularly necklaces. She has a special fondness for rubies and silver together. Blood and steel, but without all that.....messiness. Her sister may prefer a lightsaber, but Vexan is far more likely to electrocute you on the spot rather than pull out her saber. It's much more efficient.

Motion: Vexan was slightly clumsy when she was younger. That was quite literally beaten out of her during her years as a slave, and now she is flexible, coordinated, and nimble. She also moves almost silently, her feet barely making noise on the ground. Sneaking food to her fellow slaves ensured her default motion is something like a big cat's. Slow, graceful, but able to change speeds in an instant. She has, on several occasions, startled other new Sith with how silently she moves. They've asked her how she does it, but she'll never tell. A lady never reveals her secrets, after all.

This got really long, hope you like it! Some insight into my traumatized child soldier and my equally traumatized slave turned Sith!

[ocs-of-the-c]

I’m doing all eight of my mains Because I Can

Qetrani Khazin, Jedi Knight:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Cuhe Unduli, Jedi Consular:

lavender

You have a soft heart. Your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you've made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. Your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others' sadness. Just remember-- you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

Samelle Arcfre, Trooper:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Lilmeli Arcfre, Smuggler:

cobalt blue

Nothing feels better to you than making something new from nothing. It would take rope, some tape, and quite possibly a triple-locked door to keep you from your creative pursuits. You are expressive and unique, and refuse to be boxed in. Some are put off or left behind by your passion for the things that matter to you. Occasionally, you would do well to slow down and ground yourself in the present. Check in with others, take a break, and let yourself worry less about that lofty goal of yours.

Xukeu Djalles, Sith Warrior:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Vexan Djalles, Sith Inquisitor:

charcoal

You're smart, analytical, and appear balanced to the people around you. You work hard not to judge others, and to listen carefully before giving advice. For that reason,the people in your life trust you deeply, and listen well when you express an opinion because frankly, you're usually right. This need to appear calm and well-informed can be a little crushing, though-- you don't need to hide your uncertainty quite so often. It's human to need help sometimes, and with all you've done for your loved ones, they would be more than happy to provide it.

Ehela Unduli, Bounty Hunter:

oxblood

You are fearless, honest, and you stick to your guns. You pride yourself on your honesty, and on being true to your values even in difficult situations. Others admire your grit, and those who can handle it appreciate your bluntness. Your friendships are ride-or-die, and your loved ones would destroy the goddamn sun for you. To put it simply: you're lowkey punk. Just remember that softness is not the same as weakness, and that it's ok to be a little more forgiving-- toward others, but also toward yourself.

Asahi Unduli, Imperial Agent:

cobalt blue

Nothing feels better to you than making something new from nothing. It would take rope, some tape, and quite possibly a triple-locked door to keep you from your creative pursuits. You are expressive and unique, and refuse to be boxed in. Some are put off or left behind by your passion for the things that matter to you. Occasionally, you would do well to slow down and ground yourself in the present. Check in with others, take a break, and let yourself worry less about that lofty goal of yours

Took this color aesthetic quiz for my two mains which you can find here if you wanna do it! 

Saris- FOREST GREEN You’re in your own world, spinning fictions and building realities and finding the poetry in ordinary things. The people around you can tell there’s something special to you, and you’re well-loved by a some very good people. But even to your closest friends, you’re a bit of a mystery. This always surprises you to hear, because you don’t mean to put walls up– you just get so caught up in things nobody else sees that you forget to let yourself be seen. You’re complicated, and sometimes you get tangled in it. Don’t worry, though, it’s not off-putting; despite your accidental air of mystery, your warmth can be seen like a campfire through distant trees.

Nesha- LAVENDER You have a soft heart. Your home is full of little sentimental nick-nacks you’ve made, been given, or picked up on your travels, and anyone who enters is immediately put at ease by your comforting energy. Your friends know they can turn to you for a cup of tea and a tight hug, or, if necessary, a kick in the ass. At times, you find yourself tending to others more than you do yourself, and you often take on more than you can bear of others’ sadness. Just remember– you are worth the same kindness you show the people around you. They would want nothing less for you.

…Both of these honestly fit them very well! 

[riotrenegade]

janthir wilds spoilers ig, i’m just kind of stream-of-consciousness rambling about my commander

Gray is having a very interesting time in Janthir. With the dragons gone and his initial mission on Tyria complete he finally has the headspace to process the events that brought him to Tyria in the first place. He didn’t really do it during SoTO and didn’t really do it during Gyala and it’s finally hitting him here, because Janthir and the lowlanders are reminding him of home, of Earth. And it’s fucking killing him.

Nostalgia mixed with grief mixed with joy. The lowlanders look so much like the Ursine of Earth, and the wilds remind him so much of the wilderness, the Midlands and Grunes Tal and Swineland before the disaster. He finds himself sitting silently out in the wilderness, reliving memories of the people he’s lost and dealing with bursts of emotion at inopportune times. He refuses to explain to his peers and withdraws into himself until he can’t hold it in anymore.

Caithe doesn’t know the details of Gray’s past, nobody does really. He came through a portal at the Henge of Denravi, said he was a “Broccan from Earth” when asked, and refused to explain further. And that was that, for twelve years. He never really talked about the details, there was never time or space and he always changed the subject promptly when pressed. Until now. One evening at the homestead, after the first bout with the titans, Caithe finally catches Gray off his guard, sitting and staring at the fire in the hearth. Staring through it. She asks him what the hell is up with him, why he’s been acting so strange since coming to Janthir. And he finally tells her the details. About Earth. Djall. His friends. All of it. Years of adventures and joy and guilt and promises kept and broken, all consumed in an instant. All lost forever, beyond even the Mists.

He tells her how he still relives it all, how the memories are coming back stronger here. How the lowlanders remind him of the Ursine, how every time he looks at Poky, despite himself, he sees someone else in him. How he feels guilty about it, shameful. Poky isn’t him, now isn’t then. How he’s frustrated with himself; how he doesn’t want to keep living in the past but has to remember them, has to keep them in his heart so they aren’t forgotten completely. Not even the dust of the Earth remains. If he doesn’t keep the fire going, no one will. No one will remember them.

Caithe didn’t know any of this. Couldn’t fathom how deep Gray’s emotions ran. This is why he’s been so passionate about saving Tyria, stopping the Dragon Cycle. Because he had already failed once. He couldn’t let another world slip through his grasp, not after he watched the first one literally crumble in front of him.

This puts him into perspective for her. In the dim firelight, looking at his twisted and scarred face drawn into a pensive and sorrowful expression, she sees the weight of not one, but two worlds on this one small broccan’s shoulders. He suddenly looks very small to her. And for the first time since she met him, she sees him crumbling, breaking from the weight of everything he’s been through. He weeps openly, in front of another person, for the first time in twelve years.

[whileyouwait-dm]

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Chapter 3

A new day dawns...

The morning after her arrival, Miriana awoke and looked through the closet.  She was surprised to find a wide variety of clothing, and all of it in her size.  There were some that weren’t quite her style, but most of them seemed like something she could at least make work.  Shoes lined the floor as well, once more in sizes that would fit her.  The dressers contained everything else she’d need for outfits.  From the amount it looked like she was going to be Djall’s guest for a while.  She guessed if he was going to provide for her like this, it wouldn’t be all bad.  How he, or someone he’d hired, had known her sizes was a mystery, but then maybe when you are the Lord of Hell, somethings are just known.

After dressing in something comfortable, she opened the door to the hallway, and found herself facing a large and rather imposing male across the hall.  She guessed this was some kind of guard, meant to keep her from just wandering around in the mansion aimlessly.  “Good morning.” She attempted a smile, but wasn’t sure how convincing it was.  “Umm…I really don’t know where I’m supposed to go or what I’m supposed to do.  Are you supposed to take me somewhere, or is Djall going to show up?”  Her face scrunched up and her shoulders rose as she talked, her voice also a bit strained as she looked down both directions of the hallway before back at the man’s face.

This apparently amused him a bit, as he chuckled before answering.  “Miss Miriana, I can take you to Djall.  No worries.  You don’t have to be so nervous.  He’s let us all know you’re here, and to help you out while you are.  You may be in Hell, ma’am, but you’re in the boss’ house.  It’s a lot different in here than it is outside.”  He gave her a wink and slightly jerked his head in the direction they were going to go.  “Follow me.”

The guard’s manner made Miriana relax and she thanked him, with a far more genuine smile, before falling in line behind him.  They made their way through the beautiful mansion into what almost seemed like an office building from the way that it was decorated.  Her brow creased as she looked at everything.  Was Hell a corporation?  It kind of made sense. What could be worse than spending your life in a cube farm being endlessly tortured by customer service calls?  It was almost enough to make her shudder at just the thought.  Please don’t have him plan on making her work at a phone bank!

When they stopped at the end of the hallway, it wasn’t hard to tell that the office before her would be Djall’s.  The door was a dark and heavy wood, intricately carved with scrolls, fleur de lis, and faces of many kinds along with a handle that was shining brass.  It was stunning to look at and the detailing was exquisite.  It looked like something that would be more at home in a regal castle than in an austere corporate hallway.  Hell was certainly much different than she had expected.

The guard knocked and when Djall’s voice was heard from inside, the guard opened the door and gestured for her to enter.  As Miriana did, she was as awestruck by the interior of his office as she was the door.  It too could have been from some fairytale like castle rather than a corporate office.  Dark, intricately carved woods adorned everything, a spiral staircase in the corner led to a second floor, floor to ceiling bookcases, plush leather furniture set in seating areas, two small meeting tables with four and six chairs respectively, and at one end was Djall’s massive desk with a beautiful leather chair behind it. Behind that were the two story windows, the first floor in clear glass and the second in stained glass with nature scenes.  She almost forgot to walk down to where he was, she got so focused on taking all of the details of his office in.

“I’m going to assume that my office is to your liking?”  Djall asked with an amused smirk on his lips.  “Altaire, please have the kitchen send breakfast, coffee, and tea in now.” He nodded to the guard who returned the nod and left the room.

“I’ve never seen anything like this in real life.  I’m sorry if I’ve been rude.”  Miriana’s cheeks flamed a bright pink as she walked down to where he was still standing behind his desk at the other end of the room.  Her eyes couldn’t quite meet his, she felt embarrassed for being caught gaping at everything.  “Thank you for everything in my room, Djall.  I feel spoiled.  You really didn’t have to give me quite that much.”  The pink darkened and her eyes dropped to the floor, her smile did not falter a bit however.  

“You can continue to look around the room if you like, you’ll be spending quite a bit of time in here with me. That is, if you accept my offer.” Djall’s smirk did not fade either.  His eyes were keenly on her as her expression changed to one of surprise; and was that a touch of fear?  “And, you are welcome for all of your clothing and needs.  If there is anything missing or lacking, you have only but to ask.  It appears you will be here a while and I do want you to be most comfortable. Getting you what you want and need is not an issue.” Once more he was struck by her beauty, the way the morning light came streaming through the windows and made her light brown hair sparkle. Thankfully he did catch himself before he reached out and touched it, his hand lightly fisting at his side.

“Thank you.” She said again, feeling like her cheeks were on fire.  He was studying her, something people rarely did and it made her self conscious.  “What is it that you are offering that would keep me in your office?”  She decided to ask, since he hadn't elaborated and she felt a strong need to change the subject before she said something to embarrass herself.

“I am the Lord of Hell, which is just a fancy way of saying I’m the administrator.  I keep it running efficiently and make sure that we have no issues.  I’ve looked into your life on Earth.  You were very good at managing and assigning manpower.  I could use that skill.”  He gave her a smile, still studying every detail about her.  “Normally, the algorithm that decides where souls go after they die does not fuck up like it did with you.  Souls destined to be here are delivered to a holding area, and there is a meeting once a day where they are divided up amongst my Overlords for their eternal damnation and torture. Following so far?”

Miriana nodded.  “Sounds pretty logical.  So what is it that you would like me to do?” Her head cantered as she listened to him, taking in all the details.

“The Overlords are not always happy with my choices.  They end up having another meeting and discussing who they have been given and what they think should be done with them, then end up trading.  I have a lot on my plate with running an entire realm, and I would like you to become my assistant.  You will help me handle the Overlords and my two Warlords.  Determine their strengths and styles then assign the souls to the Overlords, new demons to the Warlords.  Do you think you can help me with that? Anything you need, anything at all, you can have it.  ” Djall’s brows rose as his head slightly tipped to the side.  He could already see her turning it over in her head.  Good.  Come on little human.

Spending the afterlife doing HR?  This was not exactly what she had anticipated, but there were worse things to do.  She was in Hell after all.  She’d be safe, she’d be in this amazing office, and she could ask Djall for anything she wanted.  There really wasn’t a downside that she was seeing.  “Okay, yes. I think that I can help with that.  I accept your offer.  You have yourself a new assistant.”  She gave him a smile, still a little unsure.  She was, after all, making a deal with the literal Devil.  Miriana didn't add that spending the day where she got to look at the hot Lord of Hell was also a nice bonus to the position.  She didn't want him to rescind the offer, or get angry with her for flirting.

“Splendid!”  Djall grinned as he snapped and a smaller version of his desk appeared perpendicular to his at one end.  A leather chair matching his but smaller was behind it.  A laptop appeared on top, but instead of an apple logo, there was a little demon head.  Miriana had to fight a laugh at the detail.  “There are office supplies in the desk, but if there is anything you need, we have an intranet page for ordering office things.  Also, Amazon delivers, you’ll already be logged into our account.  Feel free to order any hair and makeup things I didn’t think of or that you prefer a different kind.” He inclined his head, smirk firmly in place at her wide eyed look. “I prefer to gift jewelry myself..call it a personal touch.” He winked.

“This is all real, right?  I’m not just in a coma or something?”  Miriana asked, still feeling a bit disoriented by it all. 

Djall walked around the desk, standing before her, and taking her upper arms lightly in his hands before leaning his head down towards hers so he could look directly in her eyes.  “I know this is a lot to take in, but it is real.  You are dead. This is Hell.  And you are now Hell’s HBIC, my darling.  It will take a while to all sink in.  Unfortunately, you’re going to have a crash course in Hell life, because my job never stops.”  He gave her a reassuring smile as he inhaled the slight scent of her perfume that lingered from before she had come to his realm.  He was putting the scent to memory to order more for her, a personal gift.  There was a feeling in him that working with her was going to be a pleasure, and he might just miss her when she was gone. 

Miriana nodded, so far life in Hell didn’t seem too awfully bad, but then again she was the guest of the ruler, so she had a feeling that helped.  Blowing out a breath, “okay, where do we begin?’  She gave him a rather nervous smile and shrugged.  Might as well get started, after all, it wasn’t like she had any other plans.

“That’s my girl.”  He winked at her with a grin, and maybe a little flirtation.  Just a little though.  She was going to have to leave and nothing could happen between them, such a shame really.  He had a feeling that he was going to enjoy having her around, and having someone to keep him company and help with the workload would always be welcome.

[cljordan-imperium]

Uhhhh....guys....I needed to make up names for the Overseers in Hell for Djall, so I was using Google Translate and Latin...and....welll.....HELP!!!

Also, I tried yelling at in German, but we're still on basics so now it's confused and pissed!

@blind-the-winds @saltysupercomputer @dreaminggoblin @pheita @writingmaidenwarrior

[bonnefoysdick]

EVERYBODY LOOK AT MY FUCKIFN SON!!!!!!!!!

After my last exam today I had some downtime so I drew @bonnefoysdick’s boy Djall!!!

1hr 37 on procreate

first time drawing a horse properly pls bc gentle,

[meismyonlyrival]

E thjeshtë, por edhe tekanjoze. Ishte diqka mes engjëll - dhe - djall. Vajzë që të jepte qetësi shpirtërore, pa harruar të të çmendte më parë.

[exoticalmonde]

The Evealia Guide Through Babel (event) - Part II

Immediate first impression is again how beautiful the background is. I'm a sucker for all types of 'glass is cracked and you can see moments of the past' in media. One of my most proud pieces (unfinished) was similar to my favourite D&D group- That's beside the point.

[Hey, new blood. Look for that Djall running HR and do what she tells you. That'll prove you're worthy of clearing selection.]

Who in the absolute frick is Djall?

They can be distinguished by having curved horns that points upward above their head. Djall are one of the ten surviving ancient pure-blooded Sarkaz tribes of the Sarkaz Royal Court, but there are not many of the Djall left in modern Kazdel due to the chaotic situation of the city and their high sensitivity to negative emotions.

Yeah, negative emotions in Kazel? You don't even know.

This is so beautiful though, absolutely gorgeous. When it's not on fire. Kazdel could have been such a beautiful town, a lovely world where the Sarkaz were not in such a rut being equally hunted, hated and pursued for their own... hunting, hating and pursuing of the mercenary type.

But we're going to take a look at the full map at the end of our adventure.

BB-ST-1

Unfinished Goodbye

[A speck of blood red upon speckless white.]

Ugh... We already know that this is not going to be a happy chappy story just from the name. Alright. Here.

We're introduced to the scene of a boy and a girl struggling against the cold, while they listen to a Cyclops woman tell a story, or more so, a legend. Or a prophecy.

About how the previous Sarkaz King would lead his armies to endless war and then fall, giving way to six heroes but losing the previous wandering kingdom - the previous Kazdel. From those ruins, a black crown will appear for the Sarkaz twins. Leading them to an end, despite their righteous ideals.

Within an approaching Storm, Ascalon is facing off against a different Cyclops - the one who is now recalling this same story to her instead. They speak shortly about the futility of escaping prophecies and how neither Ascalon nor the Cyclops have cared for their involvement, even if it is undeniable.

When Ascalon assassinates the man she hears an elegy. We already know from Chapter 13 that elegies are the songs of dying Banshees, ones which Sarkaz are sensitive to.

Within Lundinium, Victoria Theresis is offering vengeance to the Sarkaz who have arrived with him. What for? For whom? It's clear from the 'Assassin's words that it's about Theresa and that now the Regent - Theresis - is the only one they can pledge themselves to.

Julie and the other deathmongers have their final mission - enter the Mausoleum of Kings and destroy all the Steam Knights. Julie immediately knows this is a mission where most of the executioners will die, but she takes up that task anyway.

In Rhodes Island of Babel, Kazdel, Kal'tsit is pursuing an assassin through the corridors. Vaguely, she either hears or senses the words of somebody precious to her fading away.

[Keep going, Kal'tsit.]

[I know that, even left on your own, your step will never falter.]

Mon3tr melts down to open the locked door.

[You believe loneliness is your alone, that you have none of the same kind. Yet, from the day you woke again, we've walked shoulder to shoulder, haven't we?]

[...Yet still, one day I'll choose to slow down, to stop in place where I am.]

We're familiar with these sad words, intent on saying a final goodbye. We know from the start that the story of Theresa begins and ends poorly. With betrayal from the person she trusted most. The one Kal'tsit had trusted with Theresa.

The Doctor. Us.

[When I do, Kal'tsit, don't grieve. Keep going.]

For the first time, Kal'tsit must bid, to the first who could ever converse with her as an equal, to her dearest friend, farewell.

[Because I believe in Rhodes Island, I believe in Babel... I believe in you.]

[Kal'tsit... I hope the Rhodes can be a place you name home, and Island you may always return to.]

---

I'm CRYING. I hate this so much, I don't understand. Why would the Doctor do this? Did they even do it in the first place? It looks so... mismatched. So many dead around them, so much blood on Theresa. How did Amiya end up there? How did the Doctor collapse? Was he set up?

I need a breather.

---

BB-1 Before

Great Aspirations

[I knew this day would come.]

Sixty-four years ago...

Autumn, 1030

Scar Market, Kazdel

---

Hey! It's the place we have in our base now! What a coincidence, I wonder what sort of place this is.

---

It's a slave market. And the first person we see is apparently the man we noticed in the trailer as well. Apparently, he was found in the desert, dying of thirst.

Slave Trader is looking for a tail on the Sarkaz and the Mercenary promises that he's 'clean'.

Whatever that means. It threw me in a wild debate and theory-craft about the meaning of tails for Sarkaz. The ones we know about who are confirmed Sarkaz and have tails are Flamebringer, If....rit?, Paprika, W, Typhon, Vigna, Ascalon, Closure, Scout... I don't know if I'm missing someone.

But Theresa and Theresis do not seem to have tails. They're called mixed-blood Sarkaz too, which could hint that only a specific type of pureblood Sarkaz has tails.

Anyways, they settle with the bartering - the slave for weapons. Just then, a pale white figure appears. The silhouette immediately tells us it's General Theresis.

He personally frees the slave that was just sold off. He only hints at changes that will be occurring in Kazdel, so he's in the Scar Market to wait for Theresa and accept challenges from Mercenaries.

On the other end of the Market, Theresa is talking to the Cyclops we saw die by Ascalon's hand. Now we know his name though - Scareye. They chat a little and argue a little. They mention the Leithanien-Gaul war that's happening right now. Including Victoria and Ursus who have declared war on Gaul.

Corsica I, who requested help from Kazdel and received Casters, by the way, was officially declared as K.I.A.. However, his body is still missing.

I'm curious to see how that is going to go...

Theresa and Scareye banter for a moment about Theresa's desire to create a Military Commission of Kazdel instead of a Royal Court to rule, so she's in the Scar Market to rally people to join the upperside of Kazdel.

My favourite part here is that Theresa asks the Cyclops

[Have you seen my death, Theresis' death, and the destruction of all that you stand against? And what about yourself? How do you behold your death? A slow and agonizing death by Oripathy? Slain in battle on foreign soil? Or drowned in a sea of plots and conspiracies?]

Leaves him fuming.

[Foresight? Prophecies? His own death?]

After the siblings leave, Scareye checks in with the Slave Trader from earlier about letting all the slaves go and questions about people who fought Theresis and survived.

Those who were noted down can go to the supplies for a little reward.

Outside, the siblings do confirm that in comparison to any other country, Kazdel is very behind both in power and technological advancement. The political tension on Terra, between all these large and prominent countries is worrisome.

Which is why Theresa needs to complete her plan of establishing Babel. It would be a place of utter equality, established by a Sarkaz, in hopes of making more people accept them.

It's a sweet scene because it shows how much they support each other. From previous chapters and stories you have the vague idea that something happened between them, they're on two different sides of history seemingly from start to end, but it's not quite so true.

Theresis loves her, it's so endearing. It's utterly sad to know how it ends. You sit through the whole story almost hoping it will be different, but...

The Slave from earlier manages to crawl out of the Scar Market and reveals to us the picture of Kazdel.

He's been gone for four months from the city and it seems there's been a huge change. Nobles are being pulled out of their homes by mercenaries and the royal guard is doing nothing about it. The remaining Sarkaz populace sneaks into the abandoned houses and does what they please with the remnants of life inside.

Pull-Top, the not-slave-anymore's name, retells to a friend of his the unbelievable story of how he was saved by the General, then was found by a Sankta and brought back to the wall. Proud of his luck, he just decides on the spot to change his name to Goodluck.

---

BB-1 After

Great Aspirations

Autumn, 1031

Off to a great start, there's trouble in Lingones, Gaul.

Within the Courtroom, Theresis, Theresa and the rest of the previous political figures in Kazdel have officially created the Military Commission which will replace their War Council in decision-making for political and military affairs.

... Logos' mother's name everybody. Read it if you can.

They're all giving their opinion on their involvement with the council so the tally is:

Cyclopes from Sami - N/A, they didn't respond.

Liches of Leithanien - Fremont doesn't show up, but he offers his services to Theresa would she finds a need.

Banshee Court - Will not participate due to the loss they suffered during the previous war. They will assist, same as Fremont.

Nachzehrer King, Nezzsalem - No objections, because Damazti Cluster.

Damazti Cluster - No objections.

Sanguinarch of Vampires - Reluctantly accepted.

Their whole plan for the new war is to plunder all the other nations and take revenge, taking back what was taken from them when they were forced to become Sarkaz and driven away as devils.

See, for those who are yet unfamiliar with the lore of Sarkaz and Sankta, they're both coming from the same race - Teekaz. During the 'Walk In The Dust' event we learned that Kal'tsit was doing her best to exterminate the Teekaz, when she ended up learning they should perhaps keep living. Unfortunately during those events, they were split into Sarkaz and Sankta, each group taking a different approach. One is in Shadow, the others are with a Worthier Than Thou attitude.

In the outskirts of Kazdel there are problems between the inhabitants and Babel occupants who are trying to help the netizens. Thankfully, Mon3tr was there to help.

Inside Babel, Theresa and Kal'tsit are talking about the construction of Babel, the new school, whether or not people even consider Babel something good and the fact that the Military Commission being established means another fight with Kazdel...

This means that the different-raced occupants of Babel will have problems with Sarkaz because every single nation is out for them and they (the Sarkaz) are struggling to understand the difference. They just see someone different and bare their teeth in rage.

A curious situation that occurred was - Theresa met a Sankta outside Kazdel. It seems Sarkaz and Sankta can connect through the power of the King of Sarkaz and Theresa could feel the Sankta's emotions.

Back outside, Goodluck is in a fight. The Sarkqz are trying to attack Babel Operators and he's doing his best to protect them. Unfortunately, he gets struck again when he claims to have been saving a female doctor.

Embarrassing, since his name was the last thing he could tell her... Goodluck.

Guess... Not so much.

---

Just noticed that this is raw sugar, which we already have refined back in RI of today and my heart broke a little. In so little time so much has changed.

---

Nothing to think about with the training stage, Doberman does her job well enough to teach us that whenever there are grills anywhere on the map, maybe it's okay to tether to a buddy that's 2-ish tiles away from you.

Frankly, I love the little detail... She's afraid of heights. The lady who's been tormenting me all day military style, because I just can't find the will to lift my pen up and sign these super important documents, is afraid of a little height.

... Okay but look at the map, it really is high. I can't see the bottom. Thank you Arknights for always finding a way to play with the aesthetic of my 3x3 screen's pixels.

---

BB-2 Before

Where Fate Guides

[Sarkaz has never been destroyed by war. We are strong.]

We're going to speedrun some of this, so hold onto your socks.

Twenty-Six years ago

Autumns, 1068

In Leithanien people are starting to talk against the Sakraz, very much aware that they're restarting their career as an existing species and are not happy about it. Pretty much gloated with the victory that the Witch King has had on Gaul, they're not planning to put any more effort into sabotaging Kazdel than to send an envoy and get someone on the inside to do the dirty work.

Although the negotiation between the Envoy and Scareye looks like it went well, he's a little bit more loyal to his home place, so he shows up personally to discard the trash littered by the Leithaniens in the Scar Market.

Even more interesting, Kazdel is about to go through a Catastrophe - proof of its many survivals past those being the many crystals that cover the entire city. Last time Kazdel was immobilized actually as it was braving a Catastrophe, so it took them almost a decade to fix it.

Is it healthy, from the standpoint of a Doctor, to not have cleaned all the originium shards? No. Are they doing anything about it? Also no. Do they have bigger fowlbeasts to roast? Yes. Why are there so many infected Sarkaz? TAKE A WILD GUESS.

Gee, they're sure proving the point.

Meanwhile we're informed that Goodluck not only married a Babel woman, but he also fathered a child with her. This Angry Sarkaz in particular was pretty much bullying the woman while she was trying to distribute some painkillers for their oripathy. Things are getting toasty between Sakraz and Leithanien and whether or not there is a fragment of Sarkaz that actually see how separate these other races are from their home country, it's difficult to keep under control.

Regardless, everybody is preparing to get off the ship as they pass through the Catastrophe, knowing that they might never return. Many are on the field to fight off enemies who might try to stop them as well.

And we spot a little cutiepatootie completely lost in the chaos. He gets knocked down by some Sarkaz lady and is picked up by no freaking other than--

Littol Manfred. They're both going to the battlefield - one wants to find their parents and the other wants to fight the people who are doing bad things to the Sakraz as his dying parents' wish was.

CUTEST scene in all the story is when these two go off looking for the dad first and since his name is Goodluck... they go through the crowd of Sarkaz calling out 'GOODLUCK' and they just accept it. Because everybody who sees them sigh when they see the young and naive faces.

[Good luck.] [It is what they all need.]

On that evening, the fleet that was pursuing Kazdel had broken off its pursuit. Nobody expected that they'd charge straight for the Catastrophe and would pass through it successfully.

---

BB-2 After

Although the pursuers have slowed down, they haven't yet given up the chase. Due to the rough terrain and the approaching Catastrophe, they're afraid to engage immediately and that probably leaves enough time for Kazdel to escape.

Unfortunately, there are TWO Catastrophies on the horizon now, clashing with each other and leaving a path between them that is possible to go through. Since the warriors see their leaders walk into the storm side by side, they follow with little hesitation.

Within the storm, Theresis sees a child. He takes off his gauntlet and reaches into the mists that are shrouding this strange, little figure. As the mist dissipates, he finds within his bloodied hand the stone blade that the child was holding.

It's slurring and it's difficult to understand what the child is saying, but it wrestles the blade out of Theresis' hand again and points it at him and the procession.

Theresa observes that the kid only emulates speech she's heard from people who pass by, having lived in the wastes for so long she barely recognises the difference between a person and a beast.

Theresis teaches her how to hold the knife properly and in return the child immediately recognises salvation, demanding they take her along.

Theresa and Theresis share an understanding look.

This was a part of the prophecy-

'A sword to slay the regent king, a spear to pierce the royal ring.'

They don't really care for the danger of a prophecy, so they take her in.

Without a name, Theresis is the one to name her: Ascalon.

Ten days later...

A Sarkaz woman and a Babel Doctor are chatting it up while the Sarkaz is sewing the other up. Although she was invited multiple times to go celebrate with the Soul Furnace, she refuses under a myriad of pretexts.

A Sarkaz stranger approaches her.

TO BE CONTINUED...

[coffeetothepeople]

Artfight of @/ctsfos ‘s character Djall

[stopka124]

⋖❀⋗ Art fight attack for NotDax 🤍💜

✧ Shiva & Djall | These OCs are NOT mine and I DO NOT take any credit for their designs!!!

✧ My first art fight attack for someone besides my friend (gonna post that one soon too)

✧ Let's just all ignore the leftover pencil marks, that paper sucked and I couldn't erase them any more😪

[aphungay]

damn :(

og under the cut by Haus of Decline

[seewetter]

Mythic Creatures by Culture & Region

Part 5: East Europe, Northwest Asia

Europeans often think that East Europe and Northwest Asia is simply Slavic: if Poles, Czechs, Russians and many Balkan people are Slavic, surely all the areas of East and Southeast Europe must be Slavic. And if West Asia has Indo-Germanic languages and cultures, surely those must be Slavic too? Well no.

So here is an exhaustive list of Wikipedia's creatures for people who just get lumped in as "Slavic" when they are, in fact, from totally different cultures. While browsing Wikipedia, I also learned that there is a autonomous Buddhist European Republic run by descendants of the Mongol horde in Eastern Europe, something I was utterly unaware of (probably because they are incorporated into Russia, but also because I have some biases to work on).

Albania (not Slavic)

Djall Albanian (technically not Slavic!); Drangue; En_Albanian_Deity; Fatia; I Verbti_Albanian_Deity; Kukudh; Kulshedra; Ljubi; Lugat; Nëna e Vatrës; Ora; Perëndi; Perria; Prende_Albanian_Deity; Shtojzovalle; Shtriga; Shurdh; Stihi; Tur; Turoń; Vitore; Xhindi; Zana; Zojz_Albanian_Deity

Armenian (not Slavic)

Griffon; Hayk; Lake Van Monster; Vishap; Werewolf

Caucasus Region (not Slavic)

Batraz North Caucasian culture may not be Slavic; Germakochi; Ossetian Myth; Tutyr; Vainakh religion Georgia (NOT Slavic); Kopala; Ochokochi; Q'ursha Hungary (NOT Slavic); Busós ; Lidérc; Luwr; Ördög; Sárkány; Turul also Turkic; Vadleány

Romanian (not Slavic) (Land of Vlad Tepes)

Iele; Ileana Cosânzeana; Little Wildrose; Moroi; Muma Pădurii; Muroni; Nosferatu (word) allegedly Romanian; Pricolici; Samca; Sântoaderi; Sânziană; Solomonari; Spiriduș; Strigoi; Swan Maiden; Uriaș; Ursitoare similar to Roma & Slavic Ursitory; Vâlvă; Vântoase; Zână; Zburător; Zmeoaică; Zmeu

Slavic

Having said that, many East European cultures are in fact Slavic. I will have to revise this section at a later date because I am rarely differentiating the Slavic cultures and lumped them all together.

Ala (from Bulgaria, Serbia, Macedonia); Alkonost; Aq Bars (winged snow leopard, heraldry from 800s onwards, also Mongolian); Baba Yaga; Babay; Baloz; Bannik; Bardha; Baš Čelik; Bauk; Bies; Black Arab; Black Panther; Błędnica; Blud; Błudnik; Bobak; Božalość; Božić; Bukavac; Cambion; Căpcăun (Romanian ogre); Chort; Chut; Cikavac; Cornflower Wraith; Čuma; Death; Ded Moroz; Devil Boruta Poland; Dhampir; Djadadjii (Bulgarian vampire hunter); Dobrynyna Nikitich; Domovoi; Drekavac; Drioma; Dvorovoy; Dzedka; Dziwożona; Fext; Fiery serpents; Firebird; German; Gold Duck; Goldenhorn; Ispolin; Karapandža; Karzełek; Kikimora; King Kojata; Kostroma; Krasnoludek; Kukeri Bulgarian; Laddy Midday; Lakanica; Lazavik; Likho; Likhoradka; Lisunki (see Lyeshi); Lyeshi; Mara_Goddess identical name with unrelated(??) death goddess from India Mara_Goddess2; Marțolea; Maruda; Masovian dragon; Mavka; Mermaid of Warsaw; Misizla; Moryana; Nav; Nocnitsa; Ovinnik; Paraskeva Friday; Pavaró; Pereplut; Płanetnik; Polevik ; Poleviki; Poroniec; Psoglav; Psotnik; Pvitrulya; Rarash; Raróg; Rokita; Rozhanitsy, Narecnitsy and Sudzhenitsy; Rübezahl; Rusalka ; Rusalky; Samodiva; Schrat also medieval European; Shatans; Shubin; Simargl; Skrzak; Slavic Fairies of Fate; Slavic Mythic Creatures; Slavic Pseudo-deities; Slavic Water Spirit\; Spor; Stricha (Ukrainian, while Strigoi are Romanian); Strzyga; Stuhać; Swan Maiden; The Nine Peahens and the Golden Apples; Tintilinić; Topielec; Unclean Force; Upiór; Ursitory also in Roma similar to Ursitoare from Romania; Vampire pumpkins and watermelons; Vazily; Ved; Vedmak; Verlioka; Vesna; Vila; Vjesci; Vrykolakas also Greek; Wars and Sawa; Wawel Dragon; Werewolf; Wild Hunt; Wild Man, Wild Woman ; Wild Men, Wild Women; Wurdulac; Zduhać; Zheuzhyk; Zhytsen; Zilant; Zlydzens; Zmaj; Zwodziasz

Russia (the European parts)

Russia; A Hut on Chicken Legs; Al (also in Mongolia, Persia, Afghanistan, Caucasus); Azovka; Brosno dragon; Chernava; Gamayun; "Go I know not whither and fetch I know not what" folktale includes creatures; Indruk; Koshchei; Meduza; Oksoko (3 headed eagle see article's points about scripture for ideas); Polkan; Russian superstitions; Shishiga; Swan Maiden; The Mistress of Copper Mountain; The Sea Tsar and Vasilisa the Wise; Tugarin; Verechelen; Vodyaniye; Zmei (aka Zmei Gorynich)

Kyivan Rus (modern Ukraine)

Sirin

Notify me please if you find any mistakes or would like a disclaimer added if any of the creatures on this list are sacred or should not be used in art by outsiders.

[theimperiumchronicles]

Happy WBW! 💚 In honor of Aro Week: how does your world view anti-amanormative ideas or practices? In other words, how does the world at large view people or ideas that don't prioritize romance or romantic relationships?

Happy WBW, Sweet Tori!! <3 <3

Across all of my WIP's the answer is the same. They are accepted and not judged at all.

There is more than one Aro character in Imperium. Mithos, Deacon, Olly, Thenasus, Raguel, Arioch, and others you will meet later on. While Abriella and Cruz are not Aro, romance for them comes after their bonds of sibling-hood and their friendships. They are fine to be single and do not feel something his missing. Someone coming into their lives must in some way complete it and fit in to the way it exists, if that makes sense.

The Overlords in While You Wait are Aro, but not Ace. When they want sex, they have sex, but see no need for relationships of a romantic kind. You will see that their friendships and sense of brotherhood, however is quiet strong. They also adopt Miriana as a sister and none see her as a romantic conquest. Djall is complicated in that he's never felt the need for a relationship previously until Miriana is dumped into Hell, and even then he resists at first.

In Devil In The Details - Maahes, Tarek, Hel, and a few other mythological deities are Aro. A few are also Ace. They are just accepted. It is not an issue for anyone. No one is judged by whether or not they value romantic relationships.

In Bayou Witches, both of Mel's brothers are Aro. They have never pursued romantic relationships. They do not feel that their lives are lacking without them or desire them. Her best friend, Alexander is as well, also being Ace. All three are completely accepted and no one makes any judgment, comments, or looks at them different. - These same characters are in Behind These Masks as well. There are additional Aro characters in some of her bodyguards there. Their jobs are their passion and while they do crave sex from time to time, they do not want romance or relationships. Some of them will even say that Mel and the women in her family are the only ones they want around because they're the only ones that don't flirt.

Spencer in Bending the Law is Aro-Ace. Everyone adores him. He's on the spectrum and they just accept him for him.

These are the ones that are canon Aro, Ace, or Aro-Ace. There are others I suspect that are, but haven't said anything specifically yet to me. I do not make assumptions for my characters. However, in any world of mine, there are romantic characters and relationships as well as those who are not. This is why you will never have just a romantic couple in one of my stories. I believe there are many kinds of relationships to be explored, and I enjoy them all, romantic and otherwise.

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