#I miss His silly little happiness

[atomicengineerdetective]

I Want him to smile like this again so much

[herebecritters]

First of all, let me start by saying, Geshtu is absolutely, completely, and irrevocably insane.

Of the three, he is the least sane. Now this isn’t me saying “HAHA HES COOKOO HAHA WOW WHAT A MANIAC” No it’s not like that at all. You see, the thing about Geshtu is that he doesn’t seem “insane” at all, in fact, compared to Nergal and Dumuzi he comes across as perfectly put together.

The thing about Geshtu is that he is completely convinced by his own delusions. And he has convinced himself so fully of these delusions that he has not only sold them to himself but also to others. The voices he hears, to him, are completely real. He believes so wholeheartedly that he is a vessel for Theias voice that he puts on this complete and divine demeanor. He seems more sane than the others because he carries himself that way.

Dumuzi knows she has problems and she hides from them. Nergal definitely knows he has some screws loose but he embraces it. Geshtu, meanwhile, instead of pushing down his insanity like Dumuzi or embracing it like Nergal, he strides side by side with his.

Now let’s go back to the late Cretaceous where Geshtu grew up. Small groups of family camps were common throughout the Mesozoic, even moreso than villages such as where Cro, Dumuzi, and Nergal were raised. These groups would travel to trade with other family camps, exchanging information, intermingling, ect. But afterwards they’d return to their own family burrow to live their lives. They were foragers and hunters. Geshtus family in particular specialized in fishing and insect hunting.

Geshtu was still Geshtu. He was always a little more quiet and methodical than his other siblings, traits he’s kept with him.

So I’ve mentioned on the backstory posts before how most mammals during the Mesozoic lived nocturnally for their own safety. The large reptilian predators at the time were mostly diurnal so there was less risk of being ripped apart and eaten at night. But there are always exceptions.

One night, as the family was waking to begin their evening routines, there was a scratching above the burrow. And then the ceiling fell through.

A pack of stenonychosaurus, a species of Troodontid, had dug their way into the burrow. They had been invaded. The Stenonychosaurus pack flooded into the burrow and made short work of maiming and devouring the entire family.

Geshtu got hurt, not horribly but enough to cause him to fall and become temporarily disoriented. He would be next if he did not find a place to hide. As he frantically looked around, he noticed a beam of moonlight breaking through the torn overhead of his families burrow. The light washed over a bundle of rocks and debris that had fallen from the ceiling and there was a small gap between them. Small enough for him to fit.

While the troodons were preoccupied with their current meals, Geshtu managed to crawl over to the small opening and discreetly push himself inside it undetected. And he hid there, unable to do anything but watch and wait as his family was torn apart in front of him.

Eventually the troodons finished feeding, were filled, and left. Not much was left behind, save for a few bodies still intact. Geshtu cautiously creeped out of his hiding spot after the coast was clear and went to check on what bodies he could, hoping to find survivors. He found one body that seemed fairly intact, he dragged it out of the pile of death and tried to lift it up into a sitting position. It fell back over with a heavy thud. Blood was everywhere, his tail dragged in it, it coated his hands. No one but him was left alive among the wreckage.

Realizing the hopelessness of his endeavor he backed up against the burrow wall. He covered his eyes with his hands, hoping that by not being able to see the wreckage anymore, it would disappear. Maybe when he removed his hands it would have turned out to all be a nightmare. But when he did, everything was still as it had been.

The moonlight shone down on him from the burrows exit. Its guidance had saved him from the slaughter, so he decided to follow it again. He limped out of the burrow into the open night and made his way to the family creek that sat just outside to wash the blood off his hands. It was then that he caught his reflection in the water. The blood from his hands had marked his face and he could see it now. And, reflected above his head in the water, he saw the moon. Full and bright and comforting. He took this as a sign that the moon had marked him, and he was reborn under it. So he ceased washing it away, stood up, stared at the moon, and began to follow it.

And so Geshtu walked. And walked. And walked. Staring up at the moon the entire time. He needed to understand. He needed to know why this happened and why it had saved him. He walked for a long time. And when the moon dipped below the atmosphere and the sun rose, he’d slink into whatever shelter he could find to rest. But when the moon arose again, he’d come out, and continue his pilgrimage, always staring directly at the moon, resulting in him moonblinking himself.

The more he walked, the more the pain faded. He grew more at peace the longer he walked and stared. Like the moon herself was taking away all the hurt for him. His circumstance began to feel less like a tragedy and more like fate. Eventually, he could hear her singing. First just a light humming, but eventually he began to hear words along with it. Crisp and clear and ringing throughout him. She spoke her name, Theia.

He walked for a very long time. Probably a few years. Just him and the moon. He traveled far, restaining his markings whenever he had the opportunity. He was born in blood and would be forever stained by it. On his journey, he’d occasionally run into passerby’s and other burrows, but these meetings were short and fleeting.

One night though, the moon led him into a small village. And when Geshtu entered, he knew he heard Theia say, “Here.”

At first the villagers were unsure of him but helping other mammals traveling through was not unheard of for him. And Geshtu looked rough. He was a strange foreign vagabond with even stranger markings. But he showed them no hostility and they took him in and fed him. He was quiet but otherwise was grateful and polite.

Eventually he started murmuring prophesies to the people there. Little ones like “theia says the ridge to the west has the best seed gatherings” or “Theia warns not to go near the badlands on this night, there’s something malicious there…” and, by complete chance, almost all of these ended up true.

So now people were convinced that he really could hear the moon speaking to him and that the Theia was their friend. She was looking out for the little creatures of the night, who lived hiding in fear of the monsters of the daylight. And so Geshtu became trusted as the Villages Shaman, sent by Theia herself. He was the one people went to for divine advice

And that’s how he found his place there. He was convinced that his family HAD to die for this greater purpose. It was all supposed to happen. He was meant to come here and he was meant to save these people. The voices guide him to protect these creatures of the night, he is simply an agent of Theia. He believes wholeheartedly in everything Theia tells him. And…they say if you believe something hard enough the energy can manifest itself into reality. And so they eventually would. He, Dumuzi, and Nergal would eventually will themselves into godhood and bring forth a horror unlike any other.

[amoneki-ramblings]

Happy birthday to the stinky idiot !!

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[sysig]

It’s hard to put on a bright face, in spite of everything (Patreon)

[tanicus-caesareth]

guarana drama, damage control

[chaoticvictorianspirit]

starting watching doctor who for david tennant seems like a great idea until you're confronted with the first season and fall in love with eccleston (absolutely inevitable, no cure, no survivors) and then suddenly he's ripped from you after just 13 episodes (criminal, sick, twisted) and you're thrown into the EmotionTornado3000 (mourning, excitement, insanity)

[snowshinobi]

controversial hamlet opinion several hundred years late but guys let's face it: hamlet adores the sound of his own voice. so much he breaks the fourth wall to ramble. he fully commits to the visual presentation of grief. head to toe black. his own mother, wife of the dead man, asks hamlet to tone it down. he refuses. hamlet pretends to go insane so he can investigate his dad's suspected murder out in the open. he sets up a play WITHIN HIS OWN PLAY to give his shitty uncle the heebie-jeebies.

guys. hamlet is having fun. oh he's in agony, unequivocally: he grows numb to his friends as he realizes he cannot trust anyone. he loses his grip on his identity, his truth -- maybe he is truly mad after all, no act. he falls prey to the same murderous betrayal he set out to solve in the first place. his own story eats him.

but GUYS. hamlet had fun. despite everything.

[soopysoap]

hey btw nothing will make me immediately start ugly sobbing like the rocket man scene from everything sucks

[murobrown]

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[glowstone23b]

Does flint got any secret talents or anything like that? What's his personality like? And how tall is he/big (just saying but how I see it piglins can be 9 - 10 feet tall, fyi Ren is 8 feet tall and so is Francis, not bragging I think🤨)

Not my drawing but looking at you like this^^

Secret talents 🤔 he likes to carve things on his free time, like beads or little gold trinkets for people. He knows how to brew a couple of potions, but he’s still learning on that front. He also does does his best with patching people up/stitching wounds etc. and similarly probably patches clothes and whatnot for his kids.

He’s nice! He tries his best in general :) kind of gruff/formal in his way of speaking, but he’s kind of paternal to everyone he meets. Kind, but definitely stern if you get yourself hurt. A little protective as well, so it’s likely his biggest fault (like… he’d get killed trying to protect people, most likely) He’s got a bit of RBF so he looks more intimidating than he actually is, given the scar and probably a limp later on and all.

Flint’s roughly 6’5” or so— I initially had him pegged at around 7’, but I wanted to be around shoulder height if my player was standing next to him (and I’m 5’3”, so somewhere in that range seems to work). I’d love to sit on a piglin’s shoulders cause I could reach anything! King of the world, haha. He’s kinda built more like a power lifter than anything, also? A little chubby but in a muscle kinda way if that makes any sense? I have a couple references of him if you need cause I can’t remember if I’ve posted em.

[ectoplasmer]

FINALLY FINISHED NIGHTMARE TROUBADOUR!!! IT HAS BEEN OVER TWO YEARS!!!!!! anyway marik

[salsflore]

it’s december 31st which means— happy birthday to my beloved fiancé ♡ he’s sooo silly but i just love this old man so much he’s super lame but he means everything to me!!!!

[deadrlngers]

no pairing in the world will ever serve as much cunt as a courier x benny one, i will die with this truth in my heart

[demenior]

This is a vent post. Carry on.

Saw some photos of someone who took their Great Pyr out on the PNW coast. And it hit me with the reminder that Denver was supposed to come surfing with us for my birthday last year. We had the cabins booked, I was so excited to have him on the beach with me. Had everything planned. And then, well, he got sick.

We still ended up taking photos of me with his collar out on the beach. But seeing those photos of the big dog on the coast just hit me like "yeah I was supposed to have that too".

[justsomeweirdbandkid]

It's boyfriend loving hours rn

[devotedlystrangewizard]

its so strange to think 6 years ago mystic messenger was like one of my reasons to live and now im replaying it and i get a little emotional about it