#Lord Plunder

[evilhorse]

Wotta set o’ lungs!

[vanade]

The eliksni quarter fundraising effort had the vibe of finding loose change in the vending machine and between couch cushions LOL. Guardians featured belong to these folks on twitter:  Hezart1 TidalWavesLion @JMarsTweets xEclipseWarrior ninerivens starflightart Lavenderarts_

[maniacwatchestheworld]

I do find it kinda funny how when it comes to Batman rogues, especially the more niche and obscure ones, people hear about characters like Snowflame or Lord Death Man with a cool, egdy name and an interesting character gimmick and think, "Wow what a cool and interesting villain! They must have some really good dark, edgy, and serious stories under their belts!" When in reality they are just silly little goobers. Meanwhile, they laugh at characters like Calendar Man or the Penny Plunderer on the sheer absurdity of their character themes alone, not realizing that the people at DC have been spending the last few decades taking these silly, goofy character concepts and making them as dark, serious, and edgy as possible. Just saying. Calendar Man apparently led a cult, and in current continuity, grows old and dies at the end of each year, only to get reborn again shortly afterwards! Which fuckin' SUCKS! And last we saw of Penny Plunderer, he was actually burning in hell. Oh yeah, he was also executed. Why? Probably attempted child murder. :/ Just a funny dichotomy. :p

[phantomwarrior12]

Priorities

“Pirate treasure? That is what they’ve sent you after?”

The Guardian’s eyes lift from the data pad in her hand as Acrius steps inside their quarters. She nods, managing a smile as he moves about the room, already removing armored plates.

“Calus is preparing as we speak and the Vanguard–”

“Is focused on him one hundred percent,” she sets the pad aside, sliding off the bed to approach him. “This is a favor to a friend…and finishing a battle I should have ended two years ago.”

He stills, fixing his gaze on her features. “You? Leave a battle unfinished?” Acrius snorts, “I find that difficult to believe.”

The Young Wolf reaches up, taking his hand gently and guides it a little lower so she can undo the bands of his gauntlets.

“Forge tells me it’s the Kell, Eramis. The Darkness wielder, or…wanton wielder.” He huffs a laugh, his amusement faltering when he notes she doesn’t share in it. “Her escape worries you. Why?”

Her fingers still on the latch, her eyes searching his skin for an instant as if it will grant her the words. “Like Calus, she’s forged an alliance with the Witness.”

HIs finger hooks beneath her chin, tilting her head upward. Sharp gold searches her own eyes tenderly, his worry evident even there. “And they will both fall upon your blade. You needn’t fret, Little One.”

A fraction of a smile, that's all she can manage. Acrius kneels before her, lowers his head against her own with a gentleness she rarely is treated to and brushes his thumb against her cheek.

His other arm starts to lift from her hands, not realizing she'd loosened the straps enough for the gauntlet to clatter to the floor between them.

The Hunter had dodged back to avoid it landing on her foot and Acrius just stares at the armored plate.

"That's…unfortunate."

She snorts, threading her fingers through her hair to push it away from her face before Acrius rises. He stoops to grab the gauntlet, tossing it onto the desk before he undoes the other one and looks to her as it drops beside the first.

"Have you eaten yet?"

"I'm not–"

"Of course you're hungry," he interrupts, turning to search through a drawer for a change of clothes. "The Empress mentioned you just returned, I–"

"Acrius?"

He pauses, turning his head in her general direction.

"You don't have to fret over me."

He closes the drawer without pulling anything from it. His steps clump against the steel paneling until he is inches from her.

The Guardian finds herself being hoisted up into his arms abruptly and she quells her startled cry well.

"Like it or not, it is my sworn duty as your husband to fret. So you will humor me or we'll resolve this disagreement in the sparring arena. Do I make myself clear?"

She breaks into a smile. A genuine, relaxed smile as her arms wind around his neck. "Must everything end in combat?"

"Well, if you didn't insist on fighting me every time I express concern." He sneers, seating himself on the bed with her in his lap.

"You're impossible." She chuckles, laying her head on his chest.

The plating is cold against her cheek but his embrace is warm and firm and soothing.

"How does your human saying go? An unstoppable beast meets a stone wall?"

She laughs. Acrius gives her a squeeze.

He mumbles something in his native tongue but it's too quiet for her to make out.

Instead, she finally climbs from his lap so he can change but not without a quick kiss against his cheek.

"Now," he rises to his full height. "Dinner?" His head tilts expectantly, sharp gold searing into her very soul and she can't find the heart to argue.

So, she nods, well aware he expects a verbal response but dragging this out is far more enticing than simply caving to his demands.

"Hunter," he warns lowly, narrowing his eyes.

She tilts her head innocently and moves over to his drawer to retrieve the shirt he'd overlooked. Even with her back turned, she can feel his scowl burning into her back. She can hear him rise and cross the room. She can feel the warmth of his frame just behind her as she pulls the shirt from the drawer.

She turns, tilting her head back to meet his gaze when she realizes just how close her partner is. Her back meets the stand and Acrius angles his head.

"Dinner?" He reiterates with an edge.

She smirks, pressing the shirt against his chest and simply nods again.

"Why are you being difficult?" He huffs, finally stepping back enough for her to stand upright, his shirt gripped tightly in his hand.

But it's just far enough that he can kneel down, holding her gaze somewhat evenly.

"You're adorable when angry." She counters, tracing along his chestplate.

"Ah, so we are using words tonight. Just not the correct ones." He looks almost amused while his eyes drift over her features.

Her hands lift, cradling his face, "Get changed."

"Giving orders now?"

Mischief glints in her eyes as she ducks under his arm and backs away, "One of us has to."

His hand snaps out, catching hold of her waist before she can evade him and drags her close as she laughs.

"And you say I am impossible, Guardian." He sighs, hugging her tightly as she melts against him. "You're lucky I adore you as much as I do."

"I love you, too." She mumbles, letting Acrius lift her off her feet and cradle her against his chest.

This was worth the time apart. He's always worth it.

Acrius clutches her close and the stress of the day drifts from her mind. The gentle trail of his fingers along her spine, the subtle nuzzle against the top of her head. He holds her and she can let herself drift, lost in the sensation of his embrace.

“I hate to interrupt,” Ghost materializes beside them, “But the Drifter says another ketch has been hit. He needs us.”

The Young Wolf slowly lifts her head and Acrius looks anything but pleased. She starts to shift, preparing to stand but her Valus will not set her on her feet.

“Acrius–”

“You just returned. You haven’t rested. Haven’t eaten. Your hair is still wet from your shower. You’re done for tonight.” He bites out lowly, an edge in his voice and the Guardian smiles slightly.

She reaches up, cradling his cheek and guides his head down a fraction. “I’m needed, Acrius. I won’t be long.”

“You always say that and then you drag yourself back in here at ridiculous hours, covered in gore and too tired to stand. You don’t tend to yourself.” He squeezes her, “I won’t allow it any longer.”

The Young Wolf chuckles softly, winding an arm around his neck and using him as leverage to help her get more upright. He is glaring when their eyes lock and she can’t help but smiling a bit more.

“You recall the last time we had this discussion?” She arches a brow, tracing a scar near his mask.

His eyes narrow, “I do.”

“Then you remember why I have to go when I’m called.”

His brow furrows, outright scowling now. “By the Vanguard. This Drifter is not Zavala–”

“No, but we are working with the House of Light on this. Misraaks needs aid if we hope to beat Eramis.”

“And what about what I need?” He presses, tightening his hold on her.

“That isn’t fair.” She chides.

“I’m not in the mood to be fair. I want my wife, Guardian.”

“This won’t take long.” She reiterates, pressing a kiss against his cheek. “After I handle this…I’ll stay the day. No missions. No pirates. Just the two of us.”

“You can’t make that guarantee.” Acrius sighs, resting his head against her shoulder.

Her shoulders sag a bit and she hugs him, “But I certainly want to, Acrius.”

“I know you do,” he murmurs, rubbing her back soothingly.

They stay like that for a time, clinging to one another until Acrius finally relents. He sets her on her feet, gently guiding her arms from around his neck yet he holds her hands tightly and wills his eyes to her own.

She smiles softly, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” he rises to his full height, releasing her hands and shuffles back over to his desk.

The Young Wolf has no choice but to change quickly and grab her gear but she stops just shy of the door. Her gaze darts back to her Valus, his focus fixated on a data pad in his hand. She can’t take him with her, he’s already exhausted from his duties and she cannot stay. But she does move to his side, she does kiss his cheek and he huffs a soft sound of approval.

“I’ll be back as fast as I can.” She vows though they both know she won’t step foot on this ship until morning. Until he is already occupied with his duties and she will want nothing more than to sleep.

“Be careful,” he returns quietly, leaning into her touch.

“I always am.” Another kiss and she leaves, but not without regret nagging at her senses.

Not without a pang in her chest and a void that aches to remain.

She leaves but not without missing him.

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For once, the others shouldered the brunt of the fighting.

The Young Wolf was able to clear off the attack without completely exhausting herself. For the first time in awhile, she returns to the flagship wide awake.

Now would be the best time to surprise Acrius.

She heads to their quarters, somewhat disappointed he’s already on duty but that doesn’t stop her from getting cleaned up and heading straight for the bridge. She slips in after a Bracus and scans the bridge for him.

He’s at his usual station, poring over reports as he so often does.

Saladin notices her but she presses a finger to her lips in a silencing gesture and the Iron Lord smiles slightly.

The Young Wolf finds a lower hanging beam near the opposite side of the room and uses it to get herself up into the rafters. She maneuvers her way over to just above Acrius’s station and she takes a seat.

Saladin glances up for a moment and snorts, shaking his head.

“What?” Acrius notices the expression, looking over at Saladin.

“When was the Young Wolf to return?”

Acrius squares his shoulders, a look of indignance that the Guardian can make out from above him.

“Soon,” he returns bitterly, “Provided she isn’t swept off on another mission following this one.” He grumbles, returning his focus to the console.

“I’m sure she’s on her way.” Saladin veils his smile well as he steals a glance up before skimming the console before him.

“I’d hope so,” Acrius mutters, shifting his gaze toward the door for an instant.

This is her chance.

The Young Wolf drops off the beam, landing atop Acrius’s shoulders and the Valus stumbles back, narrowly able to catch himself on a console.

She chuckles softly, leaning forward to try and see his face.

“Hi.”

He looks like he wants to scold her, yell, something. But he heaves a sigh, laying a hand on her shin, “You’re back.”

“Observant,” she pats his shoulder.

“Would it kill you to greet me normally?”

She pats his shoulder twice in confirmation and Acrius rolls his eyes. But he doesn’t try to get her off. He holds her leg firmly and steps back up to his console with her still riding atop his shoulders and resting her chin on the top of his helmet.

When Caiatl enters a moment later, she and the Young Wolf exchange a look before the Empress looks to Saladin for explanation. The Iron Lord gives a shrug but he looks amused all the same.

She shakes her head and continues on but the Young Wolf can't help a soft giggle.

"Something, funny?" Acrius glances up at her.

"I didn't think you'd let me stay up here."

"It's either you remain there or I lose use of one of my arms to carry you. This is more productive."

She crosses her legs just under his chin, "You're sure?"

His hand rests over top them. "Undoubtedly."

"Told you I'd come see you today." She closes her eyes, enjoying the trace of his thumb over her shins.

"That you did. I hope you realize I will not be surrendering you today. Not once. Not for anything."

"Promise?" She laughs softly, reaching down to cradle his cheek with one hand.

"On my life."

She'd have it no other way.

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Destiny 2: By The Light

[comicavalcade]

Submariner Summer 30

Ay mi amigos, it is time for a key edition of #SubmarinerSummer, because here in part 30 we are covering Tales to Astonish #96: Somewhere Stands...Skull Island! Namor faces off Plunderer and his vibra-gun on Skull Island right on the cover; love both figures' sense of motion

Raymond Marais takes over the tale, with Everett pencils and Colletta inks. The Title page gives us Namor back on his throne in Atlantis, ready for another Council of War. Dorma's still voicing her misgivings, though, thinking he's acting in rash hatred.

But Namor can't let go that the "air-breathers" had the temerity to build an undersea city in his territory. He feels its too late for diplomacy and he must act now. Vashti speaks up and reminds him he'd best take care of Plunderer first; Namor agrees, and knows where he is

As a Ka-Zar villain, Plunderer's base is of course in the Savage Land. So, Namor goes towards Antarctic waters since the Savage Land is hidden there. While there he visits the crumbling ruins that was his boyhood home, the previous Atlantis now destroyed, and makes his way to-

-the grave of Princess Fen, his dear beloved mother, the very sight of which threatens to overwhelm him. He attempts to banish the sadness with a happy memory. But he soon recalls instead the city's death and destruction, and her's, at the hands of an attack from the surface

So now we've seen how he lost his first city, his mother, and his memory, though he isn't sure who on the surface is to blame. But the surface keeps pushing, so he feels he must go to war...once Plunderer is taken care of. Before he can, though: Savage Land sea monster attack!

Just then, Dorma arrives, having felt compelled to go where Namor went. Unfortunately, she picks the wrong moment to get closer, as just then Plunderer attacks Namor and she gets caught in the blast radius!

But it takes more than that to stop Namor, especially when he's in the water, much to Plunderer's shock. Just as Namor is about to wrap him up, he reveals he saw Dorma sink from the previous attack and a wild-eyed Namor lays him out before going to her. She's actually fine, but he's angry

She wants to be beside him, but he tells her to return to Atlantis. She wonders if there's something else behind his anger. You ask me, he should keep Action Dorma. Unfortunately by the time Namor returns to the Plunderer, he's laid a trap for our Prince

Um. Plunderer sure knows how to outfit some henchmen, huh? Better rename it from Skull Island to Beefcake Island. At any rate, Plunderer has a scheme in motion because, y'know, villain. Meanwhile, Dorma makes it back to Atlantis, where their screens give a puzzling view of Namor

But the truth is Namor is caught, and the Plunderer's plan is conquest! We are once again at a cliffhanger, Namor Nation.

Once again we see the debate between Dorma and Namor about war, we revisit the site of the Atlantis from the Golden Age comics, go over its destruction, and the loss of one of the key characters in all Namor's history, his mother Fen. Oh, plus a sea monster, and a villain scheme. Quite a full issue, and you see why I called it key right at the start!

But now we look forward, because NEXT we will cover Tales to Astonish #97: The Sovereign And The Savages

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

JUNGLE ADVENTURES OF THE SUPER-SEVENTIES..."AT THE BOTTOM OF THE WORLD!"

PIC INFO: Spotlight on remastered & original published cover art to "KA-ZAR" Vol. 2 #2. March, 1974. Marvel Comics. Artwork by Gil Kane, John Romita, & Gaspar Saladino.

Resolution at 1164x1764 & 1042x1508.

"Your offer's tempting, though... You're my type, Ka-Zar -- Free and wild!"

—SHANNA THE SHE-DEVIL (Shanna O'Hara), story/script by Mike Friedrich

Sources: eBay & Marvel Database.

[asklordfelwinter]

What do you think of everything, thus far? I mean- things could definitely be better, what with all the new drama every few months, and new, bigger threats with every time and things looking more and more bleak with every victory... But- I mean. Still! There's a bright side, I promise, I was- I was wondering if you could see that bright side, too?

-Warlock Annithia

Bright side, indeed.

Lord Saladin has done his best to keep me apprised of the situation in the system at large. I myself have been keeping my nose out of things. Better for my health that way. If you had told me centuries ago that we would be such fast allies with the Fallen—or, the Eliksni, rather—or any other people from beyond the stars, I would have thought you mad.

I know that things are looking dark, Guardian, but look at all that you have accomplished. In my day we struggled to keep so much as a single village safe. Your people have built a magnificent City under the watch of the Traveler. You defend it with your lives, as we would have done. Every assault that has come your way, you have weathered, and come through stronger for it.

I may have my reservations about relying too heavily on Rasputin for aid, given my past experiences with the Warmind, but I have spoken to Anastasia and have offered my support where I can. Provided, of course, that Rasputin is never made aware of my involvement…

But I digress. If you are feeling lost, Warlock, you need but look around. Think of your fellows, fighting these battles at your side. Of the lives you have saved. Those that look up to you. It may not feel this way now, but you will see this through. There is hope. As long as you and your fellow Guardians continue to fight, there will always be hope.

[chaos-coming]

Have i mentioned recently how much i hate living in this stupid backwater excuse for a country? The power wemt out in my apartment, again, at 7pm on friday night. If this were a modern country i'd be fine, but this is austria so i'm fucked. Call the building manager, but he turns his work phone Off after 4pm. Straight to voicemail. Left him a bunch of upset voicemails about having no power, again. There is no nights/weekends manager. It looks like i will not have power until monday when this lazy austrian decides to check his phone. I hate this country so fucking much i cannot wait to move back to the 21st century

[donnatroyprincessofthemyscira]

Art Credit to Paul Smith

[dominustempori]

“Tales of Monkey Island” replay…again.

Came for trying out as many dialogue options that are possible in each chapter to see if I missed anything in all my times of playing it since it released.

Keep going back for just how much Elaine and Guybrush are dedicated to each other in this game more any of the other ones. And for Dominic Armato’s voice work.

[evilhorse]

Marvel Two-in-One #16

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

The Siege Lifted

1 Then Elisha said, Hear ye the word of the Lord; Thus saith the Lord, To morrow about this time shall a measure of fine flour be sold for a shekel, and two measures of barley for a shekel, in the gate of Samaria.

2 Then a lord on whose hand the king leaned answered the man of God, and said, Behold, if the Lord would make windows in heaven, might this thing be? And he said, Behold, thou shalt see it with thine eyes, but shalt not eat thereof.

3 And there were four leprous men at the entering in of the gate: and they said one to another, Why sit we here until we die?

4 If we say, We will enter into the city, then the famine is in the city, and we shall die there: and if we sit still here, we die also. Now therefore come, and let us fall unto the host of the Syrians: if they save us alive, we shall live; and if they kill us, we shall but die.

5 And they rose up in the twilight, to go unto the camp of the Syrians: and when they were come to the uttermost part of the camp of Syria, behold, there was no man there.

6 For the Lord had made the host of the Syrians to hear a noise of chariots, and a noise of horses, even the noise of a great host: and they said one to another, Lo, the king of Israel hath hired against us the kings of the Hittites, and the kings of the Egyptians, to come upon us.

7 Wherefore they arose and fled in the twilight, and left their tents, and their horses, and their asses, even the camp as it was, and fled for their life.

8 And when these lepers came to the uttermost part of the camp, they went into one tent, and did eat and drink, and carried thence silver, and gold, and raiment, and went and hid it; and came again, and entered into another tent, and carried thence also, and went and hid it.

9 Then they said one to another, We do not well: this day is a day of good tidings, and we hold our peace: if we tarry till the morning light, some mischief will come upon us: now therefore come, that we may go and tell the king's household.

10 So they came and called unto the porter of the city: and they told them, saying, We came to the camp of the Syrians, and, behold, there was no man there, neither voice of man, but horses tied, and asses tied, and the tents as they were.

11 And he called the porters; and they told it to the king's house within.

12 And the king arose in the night, and said unto his servants, I will now shew you what the Syrians have done to us. They know that we be hungry; therefore are they gone out of the camp to hide themselves in the field, saying, When they come out of the city, we shall catch them alive, and get into the city.

13 And one of his servants answered and said, Let some take, I pray thee, five of the horses that remain, which are left in the city, (behold, they are as all the multitude of Israel that are left in it: behold, I say, they are even as all the multitude of the Israelites that are consumed:) and let us send and see.

14 They took therefore two chariot horses; and the king sent after the host of the Syrians, saying, Go and see.

15 And they went after them unto Jordan: and, lo, all the way was full of garments and vessels, which the Syrians had cast away in their haste. And the messengers returned, and told the king.

16 And the people went out, and spoiled the tents of the Syrians. So a measure of fine flour was sold for a shekel, and two measures of barley for a shekel, according to the word of the Lord.

17 And the king appointed the lord on whose hand he leaned to have the charge of the gate: and the people trode upon him in the gate, and he died, as the man of God had said, who spake when the king came down to him.

18 And it came to pass as the man of God had spoken to the king, saying, Two measures of barley for a shekel, and a measure of fine flour for a shekel, shall be to morrow about this time in the gate of Samaria:

19 And that lord answered the man of God, and said, Now, behold, if the Lord should make windows in heaven, might such a thing be? And he said, Behold, thou shalt see it with thine eyes, but shalt not eat thereof.

20 And so it fell out unto him: for the people trode upon him in the gate, and he died. — 2 Kings 7 | King James Version (KJV) The King James Version Bible is in the public domain. Cross References: Genesis 7:11; Leviticus 13:45-46; Joshua 7:21; Joshua 8:4; Judges 7:21; 1 Samuel 14:15; 1 Samuel 26:6; 1 Kings 10:29; 2 Kings 5:18; 2 Kings 6:24-25; 2 Kings 6:32; 2 Kings 8:1; 1 Chronicles 15:18; 1 Chronicles 16:38; Isaiah 33:23; Jeremiah 29:32

[gible-love-nibles-archive]

Here’s the first video I was talking about yesterday. Made this last year for April Fool’s, and it’s all about those funny duck shows

Warning for bad language, usual for vine compilations

[lordgodjehovahsway]

1 Chronicles 20: God Hands Over Rabbah To David And His Army

1 In the spring, at the time when kings go off to war, Joab led out the armed forces. He laid waste the land of the Ammonites and went to Rabbah and besieged it, but David remained in Jerusalem. Joab attacked Rabbah and left it in ruins. 

2 David took the crown from the head of their king—its weight was found to be a talent of gold, and it was set with precious stones—and it was placed on David’s head. He took a great quantity of plunder from the city 

3 and brought out the people who were there, consigning them to labor with saws and with iron picks and axes. David did this to all the Ammonite towns. Then David and his entire army returned to Jerusalem.

War With the Philistines

4 In the course of time, war broke out with the Philistines, at Gezer. At that time Sibbekai the Hushathite killed Sippai, one of the descendants of the Rephaites, and the Philistines were subjugated.

5 In another battle with the Philistines, Elhanan son of Jair killed Lahmi the brother of Goliath the Gittite, who had a spear with a shaft like a weaver’s rod.

6 In still another battle, which took place at Gath, there was a huge man with six fingers on each hand and six toes on each foot—twenty-four in all. He also was descended from Rapha. 

7 When he taunted Israel, Jonathan son of Shimea, David’s brother, killed him.

8 These were descendants of Rapha in Gath, and they fell at the hands of David and his men.

[sssaintyboy]

update: still cant stop playing rimworld

also now everything is medieval themed because (failing) making medieval themed towns so so funs!

i want to achieve my lifelong goal of actually finishing my castle walls ..... wish me luck