#Legion Raids

[sonsofks]

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La Aventura se Intensifica con el Desafiante Modo Inferno y Nuevos Horizontes en Adventure Island ¡La fiebre de Lost Ark se aviva con la explosiva actualización de enero que Amazon Games ha lanzado! Desde el temido modo Inferno hasta una nueva isla por descubrir, la comunidad de Arkesia está lista para sumergirse en emociones intensas y desafíos emocionantes. Inferno de Brelshaza:La…

[druidonity2]

Dragon Noodle Soup :3

[slashthrashandcrash]

Thinking about it… getting taken by the Entity was both the best and worst thing to happen to Danny.

He gets to kill freely and have as much fun as he wants, but he’s also forced to know that he has awful fucking neighbors for the rest of eternity. He can (reluctantly) accept the weird eldritch monsters, and some of the human killers are cool.

But he will never forgive the Entity for making him perceive the Clown.

Danny is one of the Entity's favoritest little freaks because he's one of the few killers that will happily kill of his own volition for the spider god with 0 incentive needed other than "go nuts my guy"

But everyone here fuckin' sucks. Good thing he's on the side of getting to stab them.

[assassinhomecreedstuck]

i cant believe ive played world of warcraft for 20 years

[sniperct]

ALSO ALSO

at some point (either SL or DF as I don't recall this stuff from BFA or older) wow added FF14 style raid/trial mechanics to the raids. doing Amir'drassil and like 'oh I know this, this is a soak!' the markers are a lot less obvious though, but big swirling circle people need to all stand in is pretty understandable.

*stares into the camera* You'd think.

anyway, between some story points, their plans for the next three expansions, some dungeon and raid mechanics and some other stuff I mean

[bottlecapping]

We'll kill more with two of us. - for Boone - @umbrellamedic (//i don't have a verse set up solidly yet... but... uh... we'll throw her with the followers of the apocalypse for now >.>;;;;; )

The whitehot Mojave sunshine gleams in his shades, baking a stretch of ramshackle brahmin pens. The two-headed beasts don't know what's coming down the highway, while their caretakers cower behind crates in a predictable dereliction of duty.

One of them has a spine, or a death wish, joining at his side. It's no animal herder though.

"It'll have to be enough." Acceptance and resignation sink his voice low.

Legion's raiding party is still a blur on the horizon. From rifle-scope view, they travel in tight formation. About nine, with a flag-carrier following at the rear; looks grim with righteous pride. Boone can't abide that.

The offending expression explodes into pink mist.

Legion are a sickness. Whatever they can't infect, they kill. Boone's got a telescopic sight and .308 caliber cure for their kind of disease.

[wallsofwarcraft]

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[leaflovingal]

First post, which is neat. Anyways, Warhammer 40k theory time. I'm writing this with all info from memory and watching something, so sorry for any inaccuracy. All my info comes from the fandom wiki and lexicanum.

So, the First Battle of Paramar V was fairly important. Paramar V itself was a storage depot/resupply point of sorts, managed and I think "owned" by the Mechanicum, and was located on the edge of the Sol System. Horus knew he had to take it, but it was heavily defended so he sent the Alpha male legion to deal with it. They did their usual sleeper agent stuff as well as gaslighting, gatekeeping, girlbossing their way inside some orbital defences above paramar 3 or 4 by saying they were the Dark Angels or Imperial fists, don't remember.

Anyways, they had to prematurely start blasting Razormind because a fleet of Iron Warriors (77th grand battalion) led by Kyr Vhalen showed up. However, it turned out they were loyalist since they had been out in buttfuck nowhere and hadn't talked to the larger force of Peter Taxpayers kids in a while. The Alpha Legion did an oopsy daisy and shot at them, causing them to side with the mechanicum forces when the Battle of Paramar V started.

Skipping past the "Cowabunga it is" that was the first battle of Paramar V, the Ironic warriors, mechanicum, and Legio Gryphonicus (War Griffons) were pushed back to some hold, and eventually the Omega legion, Dark mechanicum, and legio mortis took said hold, but not before Kyr Vhalen, the Mechanicum leader, and the surviving 77th and War Griffons dipped. The 77th and Kyr Vhalen were not heard from again though, as far as I know.

It is my theory (and headcannon, cause I write for funsies) that the Knights of Gryphonne are descendants of this group of Iron Warriors, the 77th. My reasoning, which should be taken with a grain of salt due to the amount of assumptions, is as follows:

The 77th very well could have fought hard enough to gain both the respect of the Mechanicum defenders, as well as the War Griffons. A deal could have been struck between them and the 77th for the iron warriors to go to the Gryphonne Octad to defend it should they need to, or some other arrangement in which the 77th went to the Gryphonne octad or one of the War Griffons various holdings etc.

Providing the above, you may be wondering why Gryphonne IV or the Gryphonne Octad would allow this to happen, which would be that the War Griffons, being a titan legion, and a decorated one at that, have a lot of sway, being considered to be avatars of the omnissiah if not minor gods unto themselves.

The knights of gryphonne have effectively no info on them, only that they're fleet based now because they lost their former homeworld and they're in/near the reductus sector of the segmentum tempestus (they're also on a map i found, which is peculiar, think it was on the lexicanum). This means that very well anything could be their backstory, including them intentionally being obscure to not attract attention to them.

Mechanicus peeps are sneaky and untrustworthy as hell, they very well could be intentionally harboring their geneseed and replacing it with someone elses, etc.

It's cool idk

I am fully aware that there is no concrete proof, and that they almost certainly are not descended from the 77th, but it is an interesting prospect to me nonetheless. I hope this was somewhat interesting to you as well, and I'd like to hear other theories you may have.

[wp100]

i feel like blizzard not releasing any information about minor patches is doing more harm than good

the fact that they said that 10.2.6 is limited time (they confirmed this today) has squandered any interest i had in the patch... and i wasn't even that interested in the first place because we know literally nothing about this patch. we have no idea what's going to be in it. no public test realm, no nothing. it's not even released yet, im not expecting much at ALL, and yet, I'm STILL disappointed.

meh. it doesn't matter what blizzard does, they're damned if they do, and damned if they don't. they're damned regardless of what they do lol. they give us free shit and people still complain 🤷‍♀️ even im complaining.

maybe it's because i have played this game for like 17 years. just sick of the limited time fomo shit at this point

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[mottski]

did any of yall playing bg3 on pc run into a brick wall of game crashing in act 2 and did you find something that fixed it?

it's becoming essentially unplayable, specifically when im inside moonrise towers. almost every cutscene freezes the game until it crashes. it usually takes at least two attempts to get through any of them. it doesn't matter whether i let the game load in around me or not, either. not to mention how long it takes *to* load in...

for example, ive been trying to step forward into kethric's throne room for 50 minutes. the game has frozen until i had to force quit twice. i moved my camera forward once and it closed out on its own. i opened settings to make sure i was in fullscreen, the game closed on its own. i feel like i am going to detonate in frustration.

game files are verified on steam, settings are as low as possible, no background apps running, overlay off. i just don't know what to do besides brute force it at this point and it sucks ass

[voidsentprinces]

Reminder: A Realm Reborn wasn't particularly about us. It was about the Eorzean Factions, it was about the Scions of the Seventh Dawn and their interactions with and thwarting Gaius and the XIVth Legion. We were just a useful champion slowly growing to fame but not truly a Warrior of Light until literally the prelude to the Castrum raiding mission.

The Parting of Glass wasn't about us either. It was, once again, about the world. And how it had begun changing after Gaius's fall and the brief period of peace away from Garlemald's Shadow. About Alphinaud beginning his arc of growth with hubris and the creation the Crystal Braves and what it might of looked like IF the Scion's good nature was lent to anyone and everyone. And thus opening itself up to the very corruption Minfilia feared to move away from the Waking Sands and to the Rising Stones in the first place.

Heavensward isn't about us. It is about Alphinaud's continue growth, learning of Ishgard's past and history. Hubris, arrogance and narrow viewing lead Alphinaud to steps of the Foundation, it has lead Estinien astray and made Ysayle believe she is a messiah incarnate. And through the journey, each of them grow as they learn the terrible truth about the Dragonsong War. Estinien in particular has his eyes opened and no longer simply seeks revenge on Nidhogg but to get to the bottom of it all. So no other shepherd's son has to live as he has. Ysayle learns she is a shade and a faux Shiva not truly Hraesvelgr's beloved or even in the same category as her. She learns swallow such delusions and embrace what Saint Shiva stood for in its entirety. Which means leaning to lay the road for peace between Ishgard and the Dragons and opening a path to this by sacrificing herself for those she loved so dearly. Alphinaud learns from all of this and more and is humbled by the duty of a knight, the fervor of a dragoon, the sacrifice of a saint, and the courage of his companions and of Sharlayan's arrogance from Master Matoya. To put others before himself and allow others to support him when he falls.

The Far Edge of Fate isn't about us. It was about how Ishgard carries on after Thordan and the Heavens Ward are shown to be the monsters they are. How the remnants of the church, the knights of Ishgard, and the civilian population react to the realization with rejection. How facing off against Nidhogg possessing Estinien, the Warriors of Darkness, and the machinations of Ilberd force Eorzea and Ishgard to look inward and know truly where they should go from there. To ignore the easier road and take the higher path no matter the strife and hardship it provides them. Because when they reach the otherside they would be better for it. Finding that courage, after five years of procrastinating and hemming and hawing, the Eorzean Alliance finally begin to mobilize to free Ala Mhigo from Garlemald and perhaps take on the Empire itself.

Stormblood isn't about us. It is about Doma and Ala Mhigo fighting for the survival of their people and cultures. Facing the parts of their society that were spurned and used as tools of hatred against their principles. That provided the necessary cracks required for Garlemald to break them down and oppress them in the first place. And how reforging under those values and those long histories of violence can make a new path and come to terms to over throw the tyrants who fed on their weakened states and make a strong unity still.

A Requiem of Heroes wasn't about us, it was about the world facing down the barrel of war with Garlemald. And uncovering its origins, its founding father was an Ascian. How Varis is forced to face down the lie as Elidibus wears the skin of his son and the great grandfather he and other Garleans were taught was a walking god in all but name was a sham and a daemon bent on causing more pain and suffering than mankind ever deserved. How the effigies of hate and pain choose to use their fervor to help their people instead of turning against them once more. How every person can change and be given a second chance. How that second chance is what that person requires or if they are pushed the wrong direction, can caused tragedy to unfold. And lastly, it is about our companions, slowly. One by one. Being dragged to the unknown. The story slowly taking away the players on the stage until finally...

Shadowbringers was about us. It was about how we were instrumental to the world so much that it lost nearly all hope in another timeline. How a group of your fondest friends began and how your comrade's furthest decendents acting on the hope of your legend and stories. To provide a plan of action and lead to happier world. How even when everything seems lost and gone and your purpose seems to turned everything around you into twisted monstrosities. That you can bring the night and wait in comfort for a dawn to bring better days. And the tenacity of your aid providing a world on the brink, the love, the compassion, the understanding, the strength, and the will to stand up to a flood of destruction and spit fate in the eye. Even it costs them everything, they keep fighting until they can see a brighter tomorrow.

Death unto Dawn was about what the tomorrow brings. How it could be another fight but to find what is WORTH fighting for. The memories of those you fight and lived amongst, old studies and things of the past being made to provide the answer to the future, making right wrongs even against those you had wronged unfairly, and to gather together and keep each other safe. You are not alone out here. There are those who will help you along to a brighter future.

Endwalker was about you and yours. About how everyone reacts to an uncertain future in different manners. How some would make ready to flee at the approaching storm, while others would fight, and others might even push you further to the edge. But even when all is lost, call upon the memory of happier times to light the way with hearts aligned shining brilliantly against despair and finding your place amongst those memories.

Growing Light was about us teaching another to hear, feel, and think and experience the world seemingly gone. That everything needn't be give or take. It can be a charitable, warmer place if we make it. It can be kinder and even in the face of unrelenting and undying destruction. Hope will spit out a tooth and stand up once more.

I say all of this because, I've seen people mad that Dawntrail is leaning hard about being about Wuk Lamat and others. To which I say so what if Dawntrail is about Wuk Lamat and Koana? So what if its not about us? We've had four story lines about us. Now we must impart what we've learned to the future as they face similar and sometimes overwhelming odds. To stand tall against the onslaught and make their own choices, their own way to bring a smile to all they hold dear. How family needn't be blood related, they can just be a group who sit down at the table at the end of the day. And speak, laugh, cry, and love. Unto this trail to dawn we shall light way for the future of our world and everything this new dawn brings is worth it.

[adobe-outdesign]

so right now there's 7-star raids going on in Pokemon SV for Hisuian Typhlosion and the most popular strat seems to be to use a Dachsbun with well-baked body so all of Typhlsion's attempts to burn Dachsbun just make its defense increase. which I think is hilarious. I'm just envisioning a crystal cavern with one giant ferocious beast cowering in horror at a legion of perfectly baked little bread dogs

[fishyvamp]

“make me small”

Dead by Daylight Pairings: The Executioner X GN!killer!reader Rating: M | Mature | NSFW 18+ Word count: 1.5k+ CW: degradation, heavy consensual violence, light fingering, sub!reader, monster fuckery, choking, denial, subspace, thigh fucking Summary: You're pent up and need someone to put you in your place.

The rage feels like fire in your veins as you stalk through the dark fog, Knives along your chest feeling just a bit too heavy. The dark voice inside you purred and praised you for your good work. You felt too big, as if the space inside you wasn’t enough to contain the fire that threatened to spill out and burn everything in its path. Mindlessly you had found yourself in front of Midwich, the elementary school decrepit and falling apart even if it was in better shape out of trials. You rolled your shoulders, the realization whispering exactly what you needed, Him. 

Mind singularly focused, you stormed in growling lowly clothes still soaked in blood from the trials. You could tell He had visitors. You’ll just chase them off, tell them to find somewhere else to loiter. Someone else to waste their time with.

Pyramid head sitting down, sharpening his blade, on a chair comically small compared to his mass frame. Head tilting upwards instantly knowing why you were here. The room feels colder, his visitors bolting from the room, the legion members jumping windows and fleeing. You did wonder why they were here, but the thought vanished the moment the large man stood up jamming his blade into the floorboards before approaching you with heavy boots thumping with each step. 

Your eyes are wild as you look up feeling ready to explode. The Executioner was unphased by your posture, everything at this moment was routine. When you first arrived no one would go near you. The blood lust built up after each trial with no downtime, no way to get it out, and no real release like you had in your world, the rage lashing and attacking anything that spoke or so much as moved in your direction.

The only one who made any headway in calming you was Him. He pushed you harshly against the wall, a massive hand drifting up your throat, and pressing harshly, you gasped for air, but you didn’t fight. You never did, but the lack of oxygen brought a warm fuzzy feeling in your head that had your eyes fluttering, “Tell me what you need.” he growled, voice echoing in the steel frame.

“I’m too big,” you grunt, “make me small.” the words would almost be a plea if your face wasn’t twister anger, and rage. You can hear a huff echoing against the steel, the clock tower chimes air raid horn going off, the pound of the bell loud and clear shaking the school, echoing in your chest. ”Beg,” his voice low and breathy. Your skin prickles as a shiver overtakes you.

You close your eyes focusing on your breathing, on your heart, on the way the cold air of the destroyed classroom felt. “Please…” you speak softly, your body relaxing, he presses into you harder. It’s like he wants to crush you. “Please what?” He demands squeezing your throat tighter. “Please, use me. Fuck me. Crush me, choke me. Just please remind me of my place.” You look up desperate, eyes half-closed as you struggle to breathe. “Where is your place?” he asks, loosening his grip just ever so slightly.

“Under you,” you manage to breathe out. Your core clenches hearing him laugh, grabbing you by the throat and slamming you onto the teacher's desk. You watch as he removes his frame a black dripping shapeless void where his head should be, glowing white eyes, a long tongue flicking around wildly trapped in his mouth with teeth too sharp to be human. The large man grabs your thighs pulling them apart just so he can grind into you feeling the heat of your sex it has him throwing his head back groaning. 

“This what you want?” He growls leaning forward, elbows resting on the creaking wood, caging you to the desk. You nod your head silently, craning your neck to look at where his eyes should be. “This all you good for.” he hisses as if this very request offended him. His hips grind harder, one hand supporting your back while he rough grips the back of your skull. “Just a nasty whore.” Your eyes close softly, gasping for breath you focus on the way his clothed cock rubs against you. The way it nudges against your sex. Grinding through the very fabric that separated the two of you.

“Sinful,” Pyramid head gunts slamming your hips together. His tongue coaxed your mouth open pushing in, wet appendage filling your throat, you gag and buck. Eyes watering as you try to swallow all of him. Desperate to please him. Desperate to make today the day he finally fills you with that heavy cock.

The Executioner purs feeling you choke on his tongue, exploring deep inside you stopping before he tastes the acid of your stomach. He enjoys the way you struggle to breathe with him inside you. The tasty feeling of you fighting yourself not to try and get him off of you. He enjoyed the conflict that rooted itself inside you. He enjoyed the way that bloodthirsty monster inside you fades the more he forces you down. Forces you to take him and everything he gives you. The giant man twists and curls his tongue inside you, the appendage curling up and bulging in your throat. His gaze was intense as he glowered down at you. Watching you try to claw at him, try to breathe, everything about you desperate.

He pulls out of you softly. Chuckling at you, watching you gasp for breath tears staining the corners of your eyes. Beautiful, he thinks flipping you onto your stomach and yanking your pants down just enough to expose that pretty ass for him. His fingers dipped down to trace your hole pressing in slightly as he just shook his head. He can feel that you’re trying, that you want this, but not yet. 

You whine feeling him press a thick finger into you curling and twisting hitting your sweet spot having you arch your back mewling loudly, desperately clawing at the desk struggling to find purchase anywhere. “Quiet,” he growls, pressing your head into the desk. Large hand pressing almost painfully down, You can hear him shifting fabric before a heavy cock finds its way to the curve of your ass gliding between your cheeks. Slow and gentle, your mind focuses solely on the feeling as you try to lift it.

“Please,” you whine, face tight as you fight your body trying to not come off as pathetic as you feel. “Please,” you repeat. He leans forward pressing you down with a large hand still pinning your face harshly against the desk. “No,” you moan, feeling the way his voice rumbles against his back. 

“Not this time.” His fingers leave your hole, making you whine in discomfort from not being filled anymore. you have to bite your lip to stop the desperate sobs that threaten to escape. The beast shifted once more, pressing himself between your thighs. “Be good and squeeze for me.” he hisses thrusting slowly pre cum lubing between your thighs as he moves slowly groaning darkly as his hips move. His long tongue falls out feeling you press your thighs together tightly. Sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. You need this, you need him. You could feel your empty hole twitching desperate for more than the finger that has long left it.

Pyramid head just chuckles, his hips moving at a steady pace, the cock was easily the size of your forearm, you didn’t care if it wouldn’t fit, you still wanted it, still wanted to feel it burn as it stretched you. Still wanted to have it split you open like the needy whore you were. You just had to settle with feeling as it rubbed against your sex. Your juices leaked onto it as he continued to thigh fuck you. “Please,” you were starting to feel like a broken record. He picks your head up slamming into the desk, pain blooming from your head. “No!” he growls, moving faster, cock twitching between your thighs. 

“You listen the first time I tell you.” His words were dark, the world spinning. That actually fuckin hurt. You gasp for breath feeling him falter. He must be close, the thought all but confirmed as you are yanked off the desk and forced to the floor the cock inches from your face. A thick hand frantically stroking the cock while the other held you in place. You look up, tongue falling out as you anticipate what he wants you to do cum splashing on your face as he covers you with his spend.

It doesn't take long before he pulls against his groin, growling at you, “clean your mess up whore.” He speaks in such a dark and low tone you can feel it vibrating down your spine. You look up, eyes half-lidded as you begin to lick the softening shaft. The Executioner groans as you work your magic. This was just the start of a very long night. You were completely feral when you came in and no doubt would need a lot to silence that pesky voice in your head. He'll take his time, and you'll enjoy every second of it.

[panimoonchild]

Your support of us is admiring

All Ukrainians appreciate your support, I'm sure about it. The Georgian Legion is the first foreign military that help Ukraine since 2014. I as a person from Donetsk never forget the immense support from Georgians. I wish you only a bright future without Russophiles in the government. Georgia is Europe like Ukraine.

🫂❤️‍🩹

Fabulous Frank was in Ukraine. Once again. And even in my Lviv.

Today russians also said hello to us with an air raid alarm. This is old news for Ukrainians.

That represents how Ukraine must deal with non-humans... Who call themselves "messiahs".

It always warms fibres of my soul when people in the darkest times and places never forget about caring for the small one❤️‍🩹 What a loss…

And about the Kharkiv region, by the way.

In two areas in the north of the Kharkiv region, the russians occupied villages in the "gray zone".

They did not reach the main defense line.

As of now, the intensity of the fighting has decreased, due to losses in the assault units of the russians.

The russians are regrouping, and we are preparing, and there will be more attempts to break through the main defense line.

Russian reserves are being pulled up, and we are also taking symmetrical actions. The fighting continues.

It makes me sick to my stomach to think about what these people who have already been under occupation are going through again.

Don't be indifferent. Please hear our cry out to the world, keep spreading our voices, and donate to our army and combat medics (savelife.in.ua, prytulafoundation.org, Serhii Sternenko, hospitallers.life, ptahy.vidchui.org, and u24.gov.ua).

Some hauntingly beautiful sceneries.