#Magnum spear

[spineless-lobster]

Being silly and manifesting patroclus hades II by redesigning him in the hades art style (tap for better quality because tumblr hates me)

(Full portrait under cut)

[qsycomplainsalot]

-sigh- looks like tumblr finally completely deleted any trace of my old content. Should have powered through my ADHD and reposted the last few What Is/What Are posts I had left before that happened.

[sharponsight]

Boker Magnum Stealth Tactical Pocket Knife Review for Sharp On Sight

See the full review here: https://youtu.be/NqFyY_UAcKU

Today, we're diving into the specifics of the Boker Magnum Stealth Tactical, an impressive folding knife designed for those who demand reliability and functionality. Let’s get into the details that make this knife a standout in its category.

Specifications

Brand: Boker Magnum

Product Name: Stealth Tactical

Model #: 01RY247

Overall Length: 9.06 inches

Closed Length: 5.16 inches

Blade Length: 3.94 inches

Blade Thickness: 0.16 inches

Handle Thickness: 0.68 inches

Blade Material: 440A Stainless Steel

Blade Hardness: 55-58 HRC

Blade Style: Spear Point

Blade Edge: Partially Serrated

Blade Grind: Flat

Blade Finish: Black

Handle Material: Aluminum

Handle Color: Black

Weight: 8.01 oz

Origin: Asia

Blade Range: 3.5-3.99 inches

The Boker Magnum Stealth Tactical is designed to be a robust and versatile tool, perfect for tactical applications and everyday carry. Its 440A stainless steel blade offers a good balance of hardness and corrosion resistance, with a hardness rating of 55-58 HRC ensuring durability and a sharp edge.

The spear point blade style, coupled with a partially serrated edge, makes it highly effective for both piercing and cutting tasks. The flat grind enhances the knife's cutting performance, making it an excellent choice for a variety of uses, from slicing through tough materials to more delicate cutting tasks.

The blade’s black finish not only adds a sleek, tactical look but also provides additional resistance to wear and corrosion. This knife's handle is crafted from aluminum, which is both lightweight and strong, ensuring a secure grip even in challenging conditions. The black color of the handle complements the blade’s finish, creating a cohesive and professional appearance.

Weighing in at 8.01 ounces, the Stealth Tactical is solid and well-balanced, providing a reassuring heft without being overly heavy. Its overall length of 9.06 inches offers ample reach, while the 5.16-inch closed length ensures it remains compact enough for easy carry.

One of the key features of the Stealth Tactical is its partially serrated blade edge, which excels at cutting through fibrous materials like rope and fabric. This makes it a versatile tool for both everyday and emergency situations.

Overall, the Boker Magnum Stealth Tactical is a reliable and well-constructed knife that offers excellent value for its price. Whether you’re a tactical enthusiast, an outdoor adventurer, or simply in need of a dependable everyday carry knife, this model is worth considering.

You can purchase this knife from me here: https://sharponsight.com/products/knives/boker-magnum-stealth-tactical-pocket-knife-53199315

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[littlesparklight]

Even though much of Homeric epic communicates the martial rape of a coerced spear-conquest bedmate as though it were sexual copulation in legitimate marriage, Priam cuts through this Homeric euphemism about sleeping and bedding with Trojan wives to acknowledge the impending mass rape on site once Troy is conquered. Unless the doomed Hector survives to continue defending the city, Priam will see “his daughters and daughters-in-law mauled (ἑλκηθείσας θύγατρας, ἑλκομένας νυούς) by the destructive hands of the Achaeans” (Il. 22.62–5). The mauling is sexual, for ἕλκειν (or ἑλκεῖν) here signifies aggravated rape, just as it does when Tityus “raped (ἕλκησε)” Zeus’ consort Leto (Od. 11.580). The sense of ἕλκειν specific to heterosexual rape is synonymous with the Homeric ῥυστάζειν, which is a frequentative of ἐρύειν, “drag along,” and, like ἕλκειν, stresses the dragging or mauling involved in attacking and subjecting female persons to aggravated rape. The Odyssey uses ῥυστάζειν to convey what Penelope’s suitors are doing to the female slaves in Odysseus’ house (Od. 16.108–9 = 20.318–19). A definition of ῥυστάζειν presented in the Etymologicum magnum (Gaisford) thus further illuminates the sexual nature of the impending violence against Priam’s daughters and daughters-in-law by Achaean and allied fighters, for ῥυστάζειν means “to sexually maul (ἕλκειν) and to copulate with a woman through force and compulsion (τὸ μετὰ βίας καὶ ἀνάγκης ἕλκειν καὶ μίγνυσθαι γυναικί).”49 This is a concise and apt definition of aggravated heterosexual rape. As Porphyry puts it more succinctly, ἕλκειν meaning “sexually maul” is ἕλκειν εἰς ὕβριν in the sexually specific legal sense of ὕβρις as rape.50 This succinct definition likewise indicates the salient aspects of aggravated rape–sexually penetrative mauling through sheer force. This is what Nestor and the Homeric narrator call “sleeping or bedding down with” and what Priam refuses to hide under these covers.

(Ancient Warfare and the Ravaging Martial Rape of Women and Girls : Evidence from Homeric Epic and Greek Drama by Kathy Gaca in Sex in Antiquity, Masterson, Rabinowitz)

The word Priam uses mentioned/quoted up there is the same Hektor uses in this line "[...]May I lie dead under the barrow that is heaped over my body ere I hear your cry as they carry you into bondage."" He's just as likely/probably more to be talking about hearing her being sexually assaulted as "just" being dragged off into slavery.

This chapter/essay is rather tough reading, but it's really interesting if you're at all interested in the captive and enslaved women in the Iliad.

[the-travelling-witch]

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄

summary: /ˈɔːrɪeɪt,ˈɔːrɪət/  “of a golden colour or brilliance”

pairing: xiao x gn! reader

warnings: just fluff in the form of my belated new years drabble

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prosperous year of the dragon!! ♡

The sky over Liyue was clear once again, the last lanterns’ glow already a distant memory as the twinkling of stars filled the remnants of the night once more. On the horizon the first sunlight of the new year coloured the wisps of clouds golden and amber, reminiscent of a shooting star’s tail or elegant dragons winding in the dawn of a new day.

For Xiao, it was the cue he could finally rest after defending the nation and its citizens from those that seek to harm them, clinging to the shadows of the night to crawl into the coming year unnoticed. There were no exceptions to his god-given duty, not even as the festive sounds of the harbour drifted up into the mountains and colourful explosives decorated the night. 

No, it was especially because of this that the ghosts of days past could not be allowed to get ahold of the mortal realm.

Green fog parted along the wooden panels of the room he occupied at Wangshu Inn before the soles of his shoes quietly made contact with the solid ground; first his toes before rolling down to his heel, one foot after the other, with a grace befitting that of a dancer, rather than that of a warrior.

What he did not anticipate as he set down his spear, however, was the soft call of his name before a familiar weight flung itself into his arms. Like a warm breeze, your arms wrapped around his neck in a gentle embrace and when he buried his head in the crook of yours, he deeply inhaled the scent of home.

“Happy New Year, Xiao,” you whispered against his skin, your voice melting the tension of his shoulders as it enveloped him, looping around your connected figures like butterflies circling a flower.

“A prosperous new year to you too,” he replied tentatively. As an adeptus, both the concept of time and the importance of this tradition was different to him and he’d never had much reason to celebrate the passing of time in such short intervals. But since he’d met you, you’d not only intertwined both your hands and fates to show him more of your world, Xiao also learnt to cherish what time he could spend with you, no matter how short it may be.

Pulling back just a little, your hands came to frame his beautiful face with delicate care, as if he was not someone to be feared but someone to be loved. You’d watched all night as lanterns had risen into the sky, carrying the wishes and hopes of the people towards the heavens. Yet none of them compared to the amber glow of Xiao’s eyes as they sparkled at you with such fondness it should weigh you down; instead, you felt like you and your heart were light enough to soar high on golden wings, no fear of falling chaining you down if you were with him.

As the sun continued further on its eternal round, aureate rays framed his head in a radiant halo and you didn’t question for even a second that the man before you could be an angel. Risking the accusation of defiling something sacred, you pressed your lips against his plush ones and tasted a piece of heaven for yourself.

When your eyes fluttered open again, Xiao looked as dazed as you felt, fingers brushing over his lips. Then, equally as reverent, his knuckles grazed your bottom lip and you took ahold of his wrist to keep him steady as you pressed a languid kiss to the back of his hand, dusting his cheeks with a light flush, like a painter perfecting their magnum opus.

“I’ve waited quite a while for my new year’s kiss, you know,” you hummed, so entranced by the adeptus in front of you, it was as if time and space around you stood still enough to count the dust particles in the sunlight. “It was worth it though.”

“I see, you are still set in your ways of dragging me into your mortal traditions,” Xiao scoffed, though there was not a single tint of malice in his voice, only teasing affection. If you couldn’t tell by his amorous cadence alone, his actions spoke even louder of his devotion. “Not that I mind in the slightest.”

With practised precision, his lips found yours again as one hand cradled the side of your face and the other pulled you in closer by the waist, as if there was a way to become physically one the same way your hearts had already done. With your attention bound by the flutter of your own heart, you didn’t notice how dexterous fingers discreetly tied a protective charm to your clothes for you to find at a later point in time. 

“What was that for?” You smiled, the distance between the two of you nearly insignificant yet too far all the same.

“I had to get my own new year’s kiss too, didn’t I?” A hint of a smugness tugged the corner of his lips upwards as the corners of his eyes softened downwards while tracing the movement of his thumb against your cheekbone. “Traditions should be honoured after all.”

Your laughter invoked the iridescence of a pearl to brighten his view as you led him over to the balcony railing so you could welcome the dawning year with all its pink and orange hues, arm in arm as the waking birds filled the morning hours with their chirping.

“Speaking of traditions,” you started, transfixed by the sight of the sun rising over the mountains in a vibrant crimson, “there is the belief that the first song you hear in the new year will predict how yours is going to go.”

“Is that so?” Xiao inquired, watching as a small bird hopped onto the wooden railing, careful but curious as it inched closer to the two of you. “It appears nature blesses us with hope and freedom this year.”

“How beautiful,” you mused, as you leaned further into him. 

Turning his head, Xiao studied the way you shone in the morning light before placing a gentle kiss against your temple, light enough you could believe it was the wing of a crystalfly brushing your skin. “Beautiful, indeed.”

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[raatart]

a complete boycott list in alphabetical order

a complete list of companies / brands / franchises to boycott in support of palestine that i have been working on putting together for a while now.

remember to support your local businesses

stand with palestine against genocide

(Food & Beverages)

A

Activia

Acqua Panna

Akmina

Absolute Vodka

Algida

A&W

Aquafina

Alpro

Actimel

B

Burger King

Baskin Robbins

Ben & Jerry's

Bugles

Betty Crocker

Badoit

Becel

C

Coca Cola

Costa Coffee

Cadbury

Cheerios

Cheetos

Campbells

Calve

Cappy

Chiquita

D

Dominos

Dasani

Dunkin' Donuts

Doritos

Dr Pepper

Danone

Dolcela

Damla

Dogadan

E

Evian

Eden

F

Fanta

Frito-lay

Fruit by the Foot Roll Ups

Falim

Fresca

G

Gatorade

Greggs

H

Hardees

Haagen Dazs

Heinz Ketchup

Hershey's

Hard Rock Cafe

Heinz

I

Innocent

Israeli Fruits & Vegetables

J

Jacob's

Jaffa

K

KitKat

KFC

Kbueno

Kraft Mac & Cheese

Kellogg's

Kraft

L

Lipton

Lays

M

McDonald's

Mars

Marks & Spencers

Maggi

Marila

Monster

Mountain Dew

Mehadrin

Minute Maid

Milk Bar

M&M's

Magnum Ice Cream

Milka Chocolates

N

Nestle

Nestle Cereals

Nescafe

Nesquik

Nespresso

Nido

Nutella

Nature Valley

Nestle Milo

Nestle Carnation

Nestle Coffee Mate

Nestle Nestum

Nimbooz

Nestea

O

Orea

Original Shredded Wheat

P

Papa John's

Pepsi

Pringles

Pizza Hut

Perrier

Pillsbury

Popeyes

Pretty a Manager

Pure Life

Powerade

Popup Bagels

Q

Quality Street

Quaker

R

Redbull

Ruffles

S

Starbucks

Subway

Smartwater

Sweetgreen

Snickers

Sprite

Sabra

Sunkist

Strauss

Smarties

S.pellegrino

Schweppes

Sana

Sirma

Sara Lee

T

Toblerone

Tang

Twix

Tesco

Tropicana

U

V

Vittle

Volvic

W

Wall's

Walmart

Walkers

Wrigley's

X

Y

Z

7Up

(Clothing)

A

America Eagle

Adidas

Alo

Adina Eden Jewelry

B

C

Converse

Calvin Klein

Cat

Castro

D

Drew

Diesel

E

F

G

Good American

GAP

H

H&M

I

J

K

Kamili

L

Levi's

Lumberjack

M

Mango

N

Nike

O

Oasis

P

Puma

Q

R

River Island

S

Skims

Skinny Dip

St. Mark

Style Nadia

T

Timberland

U

V

Victoria's Secret

Vakko

W

We Wore That

Wyeth

X

Y

Z

Zara

(Beauty)

A

Aveda

Amika

Avon

Aussie

Aveeno

Always

Aesop

Ahava

B

Bobbi Brown

Blistex

Bath & Body Works

Britney Spears Fragrance

Becca

Biotherm

Beauty Blender

C

Clinique

Covergirl

Colgate

Calgon

Camay

CeraVe

Christina Aguilera Perfumes

Clean & Clear

Crest

CND

Cacharel

D

Dr. Jart+

Dove

Dettol

Darphin Paris

Dark & Lovely

E

Essie

Elidor

F

Fenty Beauty

Fair & Lovely

G

Garnier

Gillette

Glam Glow

H

Honest Beauty

Haci Sakir

Herbal Essences

Head & Shoulders

Hugo Boss

I

J

Jo Malone

Johnson & Johnsom

K

Kerastase

Kiehl's

Kylie Cosmetics

Kylie Skin

Kotex

L

L'Oreal

Lacome

La Roche-Posey

Lifebuoy

Lux

Lubiderm

M

Maybelline

MAC

Moroccan Oil

Maui

Matrix

Max Factor

N

Nyx

Neutrogena

Nivea

Nature's Beauty

Niely

O

Olay

Origins

Orkid

Oral-B

Oax

P

Pepsodent

Pantene

Q

R

Revlon

Rimmel

Rexona

Rhode

S

Summer Fridays

Schick

Smashbox

Sephora

Sensodyne

Skinceuticals

Skin Better Science

T

The Body Shop

Too Faced Cosmetics

The Ordinary

Tom Ford Beauty

Tampax

Takami

U

Urban Decay

Ulta Beauty

V

Vichy

Vaseline

Veet

W

X

Y

Yes to

Yuesai

Z

(Luxury)

A

B

C

Chanel

D

E

Estee Lauder

F

G

Georgio Armani

H

I

J

K

L

LVMH

Louis Vuitton

La Mer

Lavs

Le Labo

M

Mugler

Maison Margiela

N

O

P

Prada

Q

R

Raplh Lauren

S

T

Tiffany & Co.

Tom Ford

Tommy Hilfiger

U

V

Valentino

W

X

Y

Yves Saint Laurent

Z

(Tech & Entertainment)

A

Aol

Amazon

AirBnB

Apple

B

BBC

Buxton

Barbie

Booking.com

C

CNN

D

Disney+

Dell

E

Energizer

F

Ford

Fiverr

G

Galaxy

H

HP

Hyundai

Hulu

I

IBM

Intel

J

K

L

Lego

M

Motorola

Movenpick

Mattel

Microsoft

N

National Geographic

Nokia

Netflix

O

Oracle

Oxi

P

Philips

Q

R

Rolls Royce

S

Siemens

Sodastream

T

Toys R Us

U

V

Volvo

Valvoline

W

Wix

X

Y

Z

(Other)

A

Axa

Ariel

Aero

Ambi Pur

Airwick

Aroma

AVC

Amway

Ace Hardware

Andrex

American Express

B

Bounty

Black & Decker

Bonux

Bref

Braun

Benadryl

Band-aid

Barclays

Blue Cross Blue Shield

Better Help

C

Caltex

Chevron

Culligan

Citi Bank

Chicco

Cravola

Clearblue

Capital One

D

Dash

Drynites

Dosmestos

Doona

E

Expedia

F

Finish

Febreeze

Fixodent

Fairy

G

Goop

Gerber

Gys

H

HSBC

Huggies

Hayat

I

Imodium

J

JCB

K

Kimberly-Clark

Kleenex

L

Lion

Little Swimmers

Lenor

M

Mr Muscle

Minidou

Monsanto

N

Nicorette

O

Omo

P

Pampers

Purina Felix

Payoneer

Palmolive

Protex

Pull-ups

P&G

Prima

Pril

Paramount Pictures

Q

R

Rejoice

Rinso

Rogaine

S

Signal

Sensus

Sudafed

T

Tide

U

Unilever

Us Cellular

V

Vim

Vanish

Vicks

W

X

Y

Yumus

Z

(Places)

A

B

C

D

Disney

E

F

G

H

I

J

K

L

M

N

O

P

Q

R

S

T

U

V

W

X

Y

Z

(People)

A

Ashley Tisdale

Amy Schumer

Andy Beshear

B

Bono

Ben Savage

Bella Thorne

Beyonce

C

Chris Evans

Claire Holt

Ciara

Chris Rock

Chris Pine

D

Demi Lovato

Dwayne Johnson

DJ Khaled

E

Eva Longoria

F

G

Gal Gadot

H

I

Ian Somerhalder

J

Jamie Lee Curtis

James Maslow

Justin Bieber

Jennifer Aniston

Jaclyn Hill

Jack Harlow

Jordan Peele

Joseph Quinn

Jack Black

K

Kylie Jenner

Kim Kardashian

Kris Jenner

Kerry Washington

Katie Perry

Karlie Kloss

Khloe Kardashian

Kat Graham

Kendall Jenner

Kourtney Kardashian

L

Lebron James

Lana Condor

Lana Del Rey

M

Millie Bobby Brown

Malala

Mindy Kaling

Mark Hamill

Madonna

N

NFL

Nina Dobrev

Natalie Portman

Nabela

Nicole Richie

Noah Schnapp

O

Octovia Spencer

P

Perez Hilton

Paul Wesley

Phoebe Tonkin

Pia Mia

P!nk

Q

R

Ronaldinho

Rihanna

S

Sofia Richie

Shaquir O'neal

Selena Gomez

T

Tara Strong

Taika Waititi

Taylor Swift

Tyler Perry

U

Usher

U2

V

Vanessa Hudgens

Viola Davis

W

X

Y

Z

[thepenultimateword]

A continuation of @some-messed-up-writing-for-you's prompt #1211!

The human trudged through the snow, harsh wind billowing against them and biting at their skin. Frozen-over stairs nearly slipped from beneath them. At the last step, their exhaustion won.

They fell into the snow, just barely shielding the bundle in their arms. And between their frozen eyelashes, the human saw a sliver of light before a pair of clawed feet slowly approached them.

The end of a metal spear hovered in the air, ready to strike as the monster growled at them. With arms heavier than lead, the human unraveled the cloth in their hold.

A tiny snout poked out and scrunched up at the cold, yowling unhappily. The growling stopped.

"P-Plea-ase..." the human begged, teeth chattering relentlessly. "S-Save t-t-them..."

The monster pried the woman's frozen fingers from the child's blankets, cradling their little body close to his heart and the boiling blood coursing through it. The child immediately quieted.

"Th-thank you," the human woman murmured, slumping onto her hands.

The monster spared a flick of his tail as he climbed the first couple steps toward the wall. He hesitated. Too many questions. He swung his spear over his back, essentially holstering it, and crouched in front of her, impressed that she did not flinch. "Is it yours?"

"What?"

"The monster dipped his head meaningfully toward the bundle of fur and fangs. "Is. It. Yours?"

The woman's lashes and lids were already too frosted to produce tears, but her lip trembled. "Y-yes. B-but...please...he's half creature. H-he'll l-learn. H-he'll f-f-fit in. Please."

"No, that's not what I was..."

The woman swayed a little on her hands, head lolling. The monster still had so many questions, but obviously not much time to ask them. With a rumbling sigh, he looped an arm around her middle, eliciting a quiet whimper as he tucked her next to her child.

"They're going to suspend me from wall duty for this," he muttered. Well, he never much liked wall duty anyway.

***

" Magnum!" The woman shot upright, arm stretched out in front of her, reaching for the bleeding, wolf-scruffed figure she could still almost see behind her eyes. He faded as quickly in dream as in reality, replaced by the dusty floors and weapon-decorated walls of a bedroom. A crackling hearth illuminated the room in dim, orange light, stretching her shadow as she pulled back the roughspun covers and stepped one bare foot onto the hardwood.

As she turned around the room, a realization struck. Everything, from the twin-bed to the chipped armoire to the fireplace ledge, was enlarged or stretched. Unnaturally so. An image of Magnum, scrunched up in the bed at home, tail tucked tight, the odd limb dangling over the mattress, flashed across her mind, and everything cleared. This was no human bedroom.

On cue, the door squealed, and a tall, mawed creature, covered from head to toe in black feathers, stepped across the threshold. His eyes widened a fraction at the sight of her awake and standing.

"I wouldn't be on your feet just yet. You're badly frostbitten."

The human blinked, shifting her gaze down to her mottled toes, suddenly accosted by a warm, almost burning sensation beneath her skin. She slowly held her hands out in front of her, finding equal coloring as well as a mess of cracks and blisters. She could only imagine what her face looks like after such a trek.

She did not sit.

"Where's Finch?"

The creature stared a moment, then making the connection said, "I entrusted the child with a friend who knows much more of younglings than I. I will take you to him, but first, answers."

"Answers?" the human ignored her stinging soles and took a challenging step forward. "That should be my line. Where am I? Who are you? Why am I still alive? Where is my baby?"

The creature took an equally aggressive step, looming over her squared shoulders and raised chin with born fangs. "Beyond the wall, where I so graciously allowed you passage when you trespassed our land. My name Dionyus, aka, your savior. You're alive because I've allowed it, and you're baby is safe and sound two doors down. Satisifed?"

"I'm never satisfied."

"It shows. My turn. What possessed you to enter ada territory?"

She frowned. "Ada?"

"Your kind call us creatures."

"Oh." A thin wash of shame traveled over her. She hadn't realized there was a proper name for the people. Magnum hadn't told her. Magnum probably hadn't known. Another injustice to the long list of injustices that made up his short life. "I was searching for the wall. I heard creatures--er, adas--here take in refugees. And orphans. So I brought Finch. Who I'd like back now by the way."

Dionyus scoffed. "You were all too keen to pawn him off on the nearest bystander yesterday."

"Yes, when I thought I was about to die, but obviously, I did not, so give him back."

The feathers on the nape of Dionyus's neck and the backs of his arms stood on end. "Has anyone told you that you're a much different person when you're dying?"

"I wouldn't be caught dead dying." She swept passed him much more awkwardly and wobbly than she'd intended, but still managed a few steps toward the open door before the ada stopped her with a clawed hand. She briefly noted they did not match their opposite extremities, which were more like the dark, avian, feet of a crow, whereas these were something like paws.

"Is Finch really yours?"

The human jerked her arm free, and rather than digging in, the ada's claws skimmed off her. "Yes, he's mine! Look at his mouth! Look at his eyes!"

"Why does a human woman have an ada child?"

"Well, when two people love each other very much--"

"You know that's not what I mean!"

"None of your business!"

It all came out too harsh, but she'd been interrogated, shamed, and threatened over Finch too many times now for patience.

She dropped her raw face into her hands, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I'm sorry. You helped us, helped him, and I'm acting horrible. I'm just... Do you have kids?"

"No." Dionyus's tufted ears flattened. "But I had littermates."

"Then you understand. What it's like to love someone too deep? Like a fire that burns too hot, willing to incinerate everything else around it? The fangs that come with the desire, no the need to protect them?"

He shifted. "I do."

"I will try to answer your questions later. But please, please take me to my son."

Dionyus's jaw clenched, but eventually, he nodded, stepping out of her way so she could hobble to the door.

"Last thing," he asked as he took the lead, barely looking at her. "What's your name?"

"Maeve."

Part Two

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[ehc-on-ao3]

Wednesday's Stalker Secret Admirer

(The impetus for this rather silly idea: Wednesday is listed as a horror comedy series. I recall something about the overall plan for season 2 of Wednesday to ramp up the horror aspect. But what if it went the other route and ramped up the comedy instead?)

Wednesday Addams.

Dark. Brooding. Stoic.

Utterly mesmerizing.

Socially inept.

Terrifyingly gorgeous.

The source of many people's pain and suffering.

Hero of Nevermore.

But most importantly?

Target.

The stalker had spent months studying the gothic shadow in twin pigtails, knew her moves, her thoughts, her patterns. They started this cat-and-mouse game at least a dozen steps ahead of the amateur detective, prepared to taunt, mock, threaten, then finally kill her in the most humiliating way possible. It was destined to be their magnum opus! If it wasn't for one small, tiny detail:

Wednesday Addams simply didn't get it.

What the stalker did not (could not in a million years) anticipate was that Wednesday would utterly misinterpret every single text, written letter, and threatening package delivered to her door as the attempts of a secret admirer to win her love rather than a bloodthirsty stalker hellbent on rendering her dead and buried.

The animated .gif of her getting skewered by a butcher knife netted the response of, "Clearly you are an individual of refined taste. I approve, though with reservation."

Huh? Never mind, try again, this time via a physical letter written in blood delivered to her door. The response via text?

"I appreciate the thoughtfulness of the letter, though I believe my heart has been snared by another. My advice: in the future, try vellum, as it will not allow the blood to seep through to the envelope and spoil the surprise."

And the response to the decapitated cat speared into her front lawn?

"Your attempts at courtship, though admirable, are no longer desired, for I am now in a committed relationship. I shall, however, remember the gifts fondly as it was a first for me. May you find happiness in another soon enough."

Okay, no more screwing around. Time to break out the big guns.

The stalker, of course, followed Wednesday back to Nevermore, quickly discovering the identity her paramour: one Enid Sinclair. Recently-turned werewolf, bright where Wednesday was dark, smiling when the other frowned. But most critically, the chink in Wednesday's armor. What better way to extract a bloody revenge on the girl than by targeting her loved one? A few discrete photos, a overly-threatening message sent via text, and bam! A thoroughly shaken Wednesday ripe for the picking!

Right?

Wrong.

"While I am not unfamiliar with the idea of courting more than one paramour at a time, I am uncertain if Enid is willing to share. I shall bring it up with her in the near-future and respond posthaste. However, I would not hold out much hope as werewolves tend to be territorial. It is, after all, a stereotype for a reason."

While the stalker is busy screaming and violently smashing anything breakable in their vicinity (how did she not get it?!), Wednesday is true to her word and reveals the various messages to Enid. In an attempt to be more open and honest, she had already advised Enid of the existence of her secret admirer during their break (which had immediately prompted Enid to finally get off her tail and ask Wednesday to be her girlfriend), but this would be the first time she actually shared the images with her girlfriend.

A girlfriend who was as territorial as Wednesday anticipated. Enid was adamant that Wednesday cease contact with her admirer, though Wednesday didn't understand the vehemence behind the request. Her admirer was dangerous? Sick? The messages and gifts the acts of a madman? Wednesday nearly rolled her eyes. Untrue. This was simply someone who understood the intricacies of an Addams courtship. Still, while the admirer had intrigued her, Wednesday only had eyes for Enid. She would abide by her request and cease all contact. After one last message, of course.

"As I anticipated, Enid is not open to a poly relationship. She has also understandably requested I cease all contact with you and I shall abide by her request. Consider this my final message."

Wednesday then proceeded to "block" the sender on her phone. While she didn't understand jealousy herself, she knew it had the potential of poisoning a relationship as quickly as hemlock (to a normie, anyway), and would take whatever steps Enid requested in order to be a proper significant other.

Cue the stalker sending even more messages to Wednesday's phone via multiple burner accounts.

Cue Wednesday becoming exasperated at the now-unwanted amorous attention from her secret admirer, then handing Enid her phone to "finally block them for good."

Cue Enid seeking the assistance of the Nightshades to locate this stalker and make good on her promise to Wednesday to "finally block them for good."

Cue a whole lot of violence and screaming.

Cue a bloody Enid kissing the oblivious but always insanely attractive Wednesday who all but melts at the attention. While she adores her time with Enid, she can't help the shiver of excitement at Enid finally getting into the Addams way of courtship, blood and all.

[t00nyah]

SO! A THING ABOUT THE ART CHALLENGE I TALKED ABOUT IN MY LAST POST...

we ended up trading characters. LMAO. it was so funny how we just were like WAIT CAN I GET THIS ONE PLEASE PLEASE

SO. ABOUT MY COOL AND AWESOME IDEAS.

if you're an old t00nyan...you know splatoon changed me as a person.

but there's one particular thing i really like making characters based off...

SEA SLUGS. (please stay till the end the final artwork is the best thing i ever drew and is like the equivalent of me learning splatoon style AND there's umm something cool you need to know.)

so. literally everyone knows i love sea bunnies for looking so so so cute and silly. i always say white lizards are like sea bunnies to me. and as you all know i love gathering a lot of facts and applying them to the character.

first, i've decided to make it somewhat atypical to what people are more used to see...as far as i know yellow sea bunnies are more common than white ones. and it works! the character looks way better than when it was white haha. speaking of appearance, of course they're small, sea bunnies are teeny tiny!!!!!!!!!

from what i've read for this challenge, apparently sea bunnies use jellyfish stingers for self-defense, huge if true bc that's why this fella holds a jellyfish. they highly depend on stunning predators to outrun them in my vision. also, um. wiki mentions that the sponges sea bunnies feed on contain toxins that can be used in cancer treatment, so you know what that means. in MY concept it's like... them being a rotting iterator's last hope or smth, which would be funny because being toxic also equals to being a little shit personality-wise. imagine your last hope is a creature that won't stop throwing jellyfish at you.

next one is a cabbage slug! it's a very pretty one!! i actually have a splatoon oc Elysia based on them haha.

this particular photo was my reference for the blueish palette but they can be veeery colorful and veeery pretty...

i don't have anything in my head for this one, i just felt like i HAD to make an elysia crispata slugcat. they're just nice, herbivore, love sunbathing and just enjoy being here!

so. last one is like my MAGNUM OPUS. at first i didn't even consider it. i wanted to make an octopus based one for branding reasons but then i saw this shitter.

im sorry im not actually mean to them but. this guy is a blue dragon. i randomly saw them and went 'oh yeah they exist, wonder what they'd be like. could be a cool design.'

THE RESULT...

IS THIS GUY.

so. blue dragons, apparently, prey on bigger predators and then store their most dangerous venom to use it on their next prey. but it also ends up even more deadly that the predators'.

so i went okay. if that's not a cool concept, i don't know what is. and then...things went kind of too far.

introducing to you: The Weaponeer.

food requirement: 8(10) [quite obviously eats corpses with 1/4 pip from blue fruit and stuff]

they're fast, (NOT as fast as rivulet, but faster than hunter, probably like 1.45x) have bigger lung capacity (~4.25x, a lot, but not as much as rivulet has) and have a 'special ability' of sorts

the Weaponeer is a master in self-defence and knows well how to utilize its' predators' weapons as their own. they can deshell overgrown(!) centipedes, demask vultures and steal king vultures' harpoons (without needing a spear, practically like a maul but it only works for this and only due to the Weaponeer just knowing how to do that more practically)

their base damage is 1.0, BUT using harpoon spears multiplies it to 1.5 (although i think it lowers throwing skill considering it's heavy and giant, they can't exactly throw it, it's more of a melee weapon. it probably slows them down too?)

i have a little campaign idea too! so, wiki mentions them being washed up on the shore sometimes...and that felt like an idea.

the Weaponeer is a capable and very confident slugcat, but they are lost far from home in Deserted Faraway - a result of some poor planning of the Ancients. once a river, now a cavern full of adapted to new circumstances living beings. the region has two subregions, one of them being a cave system and the other being the remains of the iterator that was doomed right from the start. when the Weaponeer arrives to Deserted Faraway, it's already its own blooming ecosystem.

im really proud of how this menu art turned out! i hope i will get to draw more artworks like that someday...when im not that busy, haha. it did take me an entire DAY to finish this one.

i intended to sell them initially just bc they ended up pretty cool so...THAT'S WHAT I'M DOING. i sadly can't really...actually...sell them for money...which is very fucking dissatisfying.

BUT. but. if you know me you know i'm desperate for OC fanart, so if you really want them trading for art is an option!!! my dms are open :]

but yeah, thanks for looking at this, it took me a while and im actually proud of this project!!

[lyss-butterscotch]

Hi! Yes please. We want to know more about your hc about silly robo babies

A bunch of random tidbits about the skrimblos go! Not all are necessarily plot relevant just things I thought they'd vibe with and i don't feel like doodling rn

Looks to the Moon

Can chuck a spear with great precision

Is still trying to catch batflies with her bare hands (even the pups can do it and they're laughing at her!!!!!!)

When travelling with the scug colony she likes to help scout ahead to unknown areas

Takes alot of photos

She's more afraid of losing something in the water than the water itself

Cannot draw or write to save her life but can sing

Doesn't like darkness, gets antsy when travelling on moonless nights

Secretly on super high alert when she asks Pebbles to go on walks with her

Five Pebbles

One of those scary engineering kids that can draw straight lines and perfect circles traditionally

Sketches alot more and rarely colors

The one that helps Moon write poetry for Sliver

After canon, goes on expeditions to dig up more pearls and record old buildings, brings Suns along if the expedition site is too far on foot

Goes to his city to watch the sunset sometimes

'The dad and the cat he didn't want' energy

He does listen to Arti if she forces him to look away from his screens but pretends he hates it if someone is looking

Can't bring himself to look at Moon if she's struggling physically

No Significant Harassment

A fan of fidget toys, rubix cubes, puzzles, and tiny mechanisms

Definitely knits

His scarf is a little worn at the end from Hunter tugging at it alot but he never fixes it

Very interested in biology even if his branch is technological

Will literally wait for Moon's scug colony to pass by so he can go down and bury himself in cats

Seven Red Suns

Paints alot

Makes alot of knick knacks

Listen and talks alot with their citizens about their interests during the Ancients Era

They manually do species population control / culling in their territory

Extremely proficient with engineering purposed lifeforms

Cat parent, scugs love them, except for Arti, they gotta prove themselves lmao

Tunnel visions

Sometimes needs to be snapped out of the spooky mode, ya know that one yeah

Unparalleled Innocence

Only has a soft spot for her cats, her magnum opus

Will psychoanalyze anyone that talks to her

The 'I wonder what happens if-' kind of scientist

Has once cured herself of the rot

Almost never uses her security systems

Cannot fight physically

Gets off the string only to walk around in her can or city

Chasing Wind

Is also those scary engineering kids that can draw perfect lines and circles

Definitely a boomer but tries to be updated on current culture

The one that falls for deez nuts jokes

Will straight up chuck you out of his can if you dirty his robes

He likes diamonds but hoards other precious stones as well

Prefers not to get off the string

Sliver of Straw

Wanted to understand her people and why they wanted ascension

Is an empath

Her speech is heavily influenced by monks so she speaks with fancy grammar and metaphors

Unintentionally psychoanalyze people silently

Does nature watching when taking a break from work

Extremely professional when serving her religious duties, is a cinnamon roll when talking to other iterators

Sometimes Omen has to literally snap her out of serving as god

Wishful Omnipotence

Does scrying with the black glass ball on their staff

Really likes stars

Has dismantled 2 iterator cults

Thinks ascension is stupid but hearing Sliver talks about her people intrigues them

[needlemeister]

I'd love to see an info post about the goobers you made. I want to know what their deal is!!! And their designs are so cool, my fuckin' brain craves INFORMATION

See this post for how the antitheses of the canon/DLC scugs look!

EXPERIMENT

Era: Spearmaster Diet: Same as Spearmaster. After meeting anti-FP, they can use their mouth to devour anything they can fit inside it whole. (OOOOO|OOOOO) Abilities: The Experiment has the same ability to create needles as the Spearmaster, though not as efficiently - mostly, they have several poking out of their flesh at any given time when in combat for protective reasons. They have the agility and scales of a Red Lizard and the might and appetite of a Leviathan, albeit with their mouth currently bound shut. Iterator: Anti-SRS, Silently Recursive Sanity, considers the Experiment their magnum opus. The product of a machine that decided to play God rather than focus on the Problem, which still exists in Antiworld. The ultimate apex predator, set loose upon the world. Rather than treating the Experiment as an equal, anti-SRS treats them as nothing but a potential weapon, a wild animal given their "blessings". Anti-FP, Fragmented Precipice, marks the Experiment and frees their jaws.

EXILE

Era: Artificer Diet: Same as Artificer. (OOOOOO|OOO) Abilities: The Exile still has her pups, and yet has even more bloodlust - this time more like hunting for sport than for vengeance. She is constantly on the verge of burning out, and her explosions are much more violent - at the cost of reaching her limit twice as fast, her explosions do mass-scaled damage. One of her legs is replaced with an explosive spear, and if she does a front flip and lands directly on top of a creature, it impales them. Rather than having a normal tail, a stump leaking sparks and embers in her wake trails behind her. She is untouchable by spears, the equivalent of using the Auto-Parry mod ingame. Iterator: Fragmented Precipice is caring for her pups, as she would rather paint the Wastes red than be a parent. She is already marked thanks to stealing an ID Drone - the Antiworld equivalent of the one the Scavenger King has.

PARADOX

Era: Post-Artificer, Pre-Hunter (Inv) Diet: Capable of digesting most things it can fit in its mouth thanks to being full of void fluid. In the amount of time it would take a Jungle Leech to steal a pip from an attached creature, the Paradox randomly gains or loses a pip. (OOOOOOOOOOOO|) Abilities: The entire world has a mix of the Voidmelt and negative Hunter cycle effect on it at all times, and each movement to a new room changes what part of the timeline the Paradox is placed upon. The Paradox can do bomb jumps like the Artificer/Exile at the cost of forcing the timeline to randomize mid-room and disorienting the Paradox. Contact with acid, explosives, and electricity causes the Paradox to explode like a Singularity Bomb due to being full of void fluid. Iterator: No matter what part of the timeline the Paradox is in, every single can is eerily silent and empty. The gravity turning on and off causes a timeline jump every time.

CARNIVORE

Era: Hunter Diet: Obligate carnivore. Going too long without eating will cause its pips to slowly drain - going past zero fills the pips with red. All pips filling with red causes a permanent game over where the Carnivore completely loses itself to its Rot instincts. Starving twice in a row does this as well instead of killing it. Can only eat by grabbing creatures and pulling them inside its mass, like a Rot Cyst. (OOOOOOOOOO|) Abilities: Weak to explosives and feared by any creature that fears the Rot. Extra sensitive hearing at the cost of heavily reduced vision. More agile than most in zero gravity conditions, and capable of suspending itself from its tendrils. Iterator: Originally purposed to be an assistant to anti-NSH, The Never-Signaling Herald. Anti-SRS "borrowed" it, claiming to be giving it improvements in its purpose. Instead, it was mutated into a monster and starved so that upon returning to anti-NSH, it saw his neuron flies as a buffet. The Carnivore came to in a now-silent wing of anti-NSH's can, completely devoid of all organic matter. Assuming that it killed him, it fled, never looking back.

VANTABLACK

Era: Post-Hunter, Pre-Gourmand (same as Caregiver). They were cast out from Journey's End by the Despot for speaking out against their hoarding, selfish tendencies, so they have no idea that their family (Remnant, Pacifist, Dragon Slayer) was further torn apart. Diet: Same as Survivor and Monk. (OOOOO|OOO) Abilities: Completely silent and invisible in the dark, except for their eyes. They make an unnaturally low amount of noise, able to slip past even the most keen of Black Lizards. Iterator: Eventually marked by anti-FP. I don't have much for this fella OTL

DESPOT

Era: Gourmand Diet: Same as Gourmand. (OOOOOOO|OOOO) Abilities: Very similar to the Gourmand, but various valuables are in the pool of items they can cough up. Mostly pearls. They can direct allied and tamed creatures by pointing and gesturing, able to command others to do things for them - such as gathering food for them. Their fatigue bar is shorter due to being a lot lazier thanks to expecting others to do things for them. Iterator: N/A

REMNANT

Era: Survivor Diet: Same as Survivor. (OOOO|OOO) Abilities: The least divergent when it comes to abilities. If dragged into a den by a predator, they have a low chance of being able to crawl back out out of sheer determination instead of dying. Iterator: Marked by anti-FP.

PACIFIST

Era: Monk Diet: Same as Monk, with the ability to eat from corpses at half their usual nutrition value. (OOO|OO) Abilities: Their tail is like one giant Yellow Lizard antennae, giving them dominance over and the ability to communicate with them. Yellow Lizards are tame by default and treat them as a pack member and leader, and drop karma flowers if they die. If a Yellow Lizard in their pack is hurt, it will stun the Pacifist for a moment due to them being capable of feeling their pain. Iterator: N/A

DRAGON SLAYER

See this post!

RIPTIDE

Era: Rivulet Diet: Same as Hunter - nearly an obligate carnivore. (OOOOOO|OOO) Abilities: Even faster underwater than Rivulet with nearly infinite breath at the cost of being incredibly clumsy on land (minus climbing being okay). They get easily fatigued with extended land movement and their back legs are vestigial. They have good sight both in the dark and underwater due to living mainly in the murky, rotten lakes around anti-LTTM, Lingering Traces Toward Malady. Eel Lizards and Salamanders are positive to tame toward them. They can maul creatures while underwater and are slightly bioluminescent. Iterator: Created by anti-CW, Churning Waters, but closer to anti-LTTM. They're similar to the Experiment in that their creator doesn't really treat them very well or like an intelligent equal. They feel monstrous and like assisting anti-LTTM in cleansing the rot out of her system - she's rotten instead of anti-FP, thank anti-SRS - will somehow "redeem" them.

MESSIAH

Era: Saint Diet: Completely incapable of eating and has no need for it. Shelters refuse to work until the blizzard flares up to make up for this. Abilities: Already attuned, thanks to sort of being an echo despite not ever reaching the void sea yet. Or have they? Their attunement state lasts longer the less maximum karma they have, and they are capable of "ascending" Echoes to avoid raising it. The X-shaped marks on their body open like eyes when they are in the attunement state. They cannot die in a way that matters - cycles continue as normal and whatever killed them simply closes up and scars. Iterator: Anti-SOS, Solitude Over Salvation, created them while experimenting desperately to try and solve the Problem. Anti-SOS does not think they are the solution - they think the Messiah is a horrible, horrible mistake. The Messiah, however, genuinely believes that they are the Triple Affirmative made flesh. basically if saint is scug jesus this is the scug antichrist

UNDETERMINED

Anti-Watcher will be figured out when we know more about the Watcher.

[number9robotic]

Random personal character/worldbuilding

I wanted to design at some point an original roster of fighting game characters and my life spiralled out of control thinking of new ideas so I gotta share what I got:

Pitch: It's about a group of superpowered teens who get sent to a school training them how to be good superVILLAINS.

Slightly more specifics: The world is like ours but there are supers around. There exists a school for "superpowered opportunists" that is ostensibly to raise up-and-coming supers but is very transparently corrupt and just a legally-permissible way to raise future allies to whatever mustache-twirling nonsense they have cooking up. The students are sourced from all over the world and are mostly good kids, but they have wild powers to deal with that are very easy to look at and go "yep, they're born to join the dark side."

Character list at the moment:

"Anti" (Canadian), timid but ambitious, well-behaved, reasonably "normal" kid from the suburbs who discovered that their shadow is alive, and can rise up and kill people. Was involuntarily sent to the school by their parents who believed it would be a good fit, for better and for worse. Now basically trying to survive. Fights with a quarterstaff, shadow deals its own attacks, turns staff into a scythe and other scary sharp things, wants its host to join in the fun.

"Hellgirl" ("Eastern European"), a princess to an impoverished noble family who -- in a desperate bid for power -- sacrificed her as part of a draconic ritual, with her coming back as this cursed half-dragon that has to be bound in magic tampering chains to stop her from ripping peoples' heads off. Genuinely a proper lady and actually kind of a sweetheart when lucid. Requires a buncha physical accomodations but can still fight even when in chains. Also, breathes hellfire. Cool beans.

"Smoggy/The Vigilante Smog Monster" (Australian), a living swamp monster summoned by an Aboriginal tribe who believed him to be a guardian spirit, and though he had no idea what they were talking about, he remained their guardian until he was separated and stumbled into scouting agents for the school. Shifts between a gross, sludgy humanoid form and horror smoke with the power of ancient wooden masks he keeps around him. Huge and imposing, but surprisingly a pretty swell dude.

"IDKYS/I Don't Know You, Sorry" (Filipino), aspiring would-be idol whose voice has overpowering hypnotic properties -- got enrolled in the school in order for her to develop her skillset without it. Ostensibly like a "cute mute" sorta scholarly student, actually very, very salty. Wears a cool mask that converts her voice to text and then back to into monotone text-to-speech (for safety reasons), is also rigged to an amplifier mic on a stand that she wields like a mace, has the power to blast people apart with SFX.

"Twintails" (Japanese), a transforming kitsune wizard/ninja who is two separate people from different secretive clans in one: a male wizard and a female ninja, who got "fused" together by a trickster yokai that caused them to share the same body, swapping between identities whenever they sneeze. They're both aware of each other and hate each other, habitually accusing the other for being the imposter yokai cohabiting their body, but are forced to work together to make it work.

"Metal Alice" (French), what was once the innocent young daughter to a supervillain, who perished following his last evil plan gone wrong. After attempting to resurrect her, Little Alice's spirit was "restored" into an old doll-like animatronic, which is itself now a walking portal to the ghost dimension. Is able to draw various weapons of phantasmic metals out of her body, from speared parasols to chainsaws. The "cute" kind of scary!

"Magnum" (American), the newest cyborg prototype from a company for mad scientist tech, designed of indestructible metals. Has the power to explode virtually any joint in his body like a bomb before automatically reassembling. Does it to fire his fingers/arms like projectiles, and is also a grappler. Was sent to the school to fix his raging ego problem. Speaks and dresses like a cowboy and has a nice hat. Deal with it.

"Hotshot" (Chinese), a guy who thinks and acts like he's the "shotoclone" protagonist of a normal fighting game (arrogant young martial artist with fire powers and always rearing for a fight), but is too arrogant to realize that this isn't the kind of story he's in (and also that he's a jackass). Despite this, he's very popular by way of the popular jock/bully who's a total dickhead but also so cooooool, and definitely the best student at a straight-on fight.

"Vioelectrolysis" (Motswana), a mad scientist in training who just LOVES making her crazy super-chemicals technicolor and do weird and unexpected things. Carries a bunch of it around in this modified fire extinguisher/gas tank that she can use to spray various super-fluids or swing around like a flail. Has a gas mask for her own protection; may or may not have mutated herself with something cool at some point.

"Marmaron" (Greek), an incomplete statue of a marble-like material that accidentally came to life while being made by a mysterious artist that Marmaron proceeded to kill, supposedly in self-defense. Doesn't have a face or a finished hand, splashed paint where his face should be to look even scarier presentable. Has the power to turn people into stone, but only temporarily. Spends his time minding his own business with painting and poetry, doesn't mind that everyone thinks he's creepy as hell.

[infinibab]

is this thing on?

good evening to revstar sonic liker community!!! (look out to an empty audience) anyways, behold, my magnum opus: my Sonic x Revue Starlight AU!

First character lined up is....

Shadow!!

Shadow the Hedgehog (Any/All Pronouns) 23rd Graduating Class (Second Year Student) Weapon: “Ange”* (Spear)

When it comes to the auditions, Shadow is a force to be reckoned with. Driven by one goal and one goal only, he aims to bring an end to the stage for all of eternity— and he won’t let anyone stand in his way Shadow possesses an overwhelming amount of theatrical talent, and her skills often put her peers to shame. Though she might be a new transfer student, it clear that this isn’t her first time on stage. One thing’s for sure though— now that Shadow’s around, things are starting to get serious.

Shadow here is the newest addition to the Robotnik Institute of Theatrical Arts' 23rd Class! Though, despite being a newer addition, he seems to know the ropes just fine. A certified threat both on and offstage, Shadow is a force to be reckoned with!

So, yeah. I'm definitely gonna be posting more about this when I get the chance!! For now, asks are open in case you're curious about anything else regarding the au!! rbs are greatly appreciated too!

[roachymochi]

story trailer thoughts :

the gold seems to be hair, and that thing on the right look very godskin to me, also kind of a womb. Who does the hair belong to ?

I have some theory about Daedicar and I wouldn't be surprised if this affair had something to do with her.

This is clearly supposed to be Marika but it's interesting to see she is bare chested with no sign of a chest and the color of her hair is hard to distinguish. is it gold, or is it reddish like Melina's? it is definitely not the color of the golden hair/rune thing. Maybe this is Marika before being separated from Radagon ?

The most important thing about this imo is the androginy parallel with Miquella, and the birth of a new age situation they both seem to have.

Notice how the sky is gold in the door but purple-ish outside? the difference in clouds make it look like two different skies.

Also the door made of bloody red corpse reminds me of Rykard and the snake. This could be coincidence, but he IS lord of blasphemy and the scene may have a link to Daedicar so...

So Marika did the Dark soul thing and split light and dark, making her land a realm of eternal light and another a land of eternal dark? The word gold and Shadow are very alchemical term too, this game is not beating the Magnum Opus allegations.

Messmer's flame seems to straight up be flaming flying snake. This is extremely cool but i don't know what to think about it (except the many, many parallels between flame and snakeness in the base game).

Who is this woman ? what is she holding ? a spear, some kind of standard ? it is odd and fascinating.

The dude using the shishimai seen in the firs trailer seems remarkably muscular and healthy for a fromsoft guy. Only other guy like that is Hoara loux I think.

Omen can't seem to catch a break. They look like Omen at least, but maybe they are some other thing?

Why is the city crumbling toward the sky ? Why does it all ook so burny-dusty, even the Erdtree?

Could Miquella be linked to St Trina 🤔🤔🤔 ? The real point here is the mention of Fate is there a Purple star somewhere unmentionned that is important ? Is Radhan stopping the stars and fighting Malenia linked to this somehow?

[pixies-and-poets]

Bramble’s Fanfic Collection

Hi friends!! I’ve been wanting to do this for a while: since I don’t, as of yet, post my work on AO3 or anywhere else besides here, I wanted to get together a collection of my writing. I will keep this post current, so if you are looking at this from a reblog, be aware that it might not be up to date unless you visit the original post!

This isn’t everything I’ve written in my life, of course, but it’s everything that lives here. I have much older stuff that I might port over here gradually if I decide I’m still happy with it. 

Nothing I write is too explicit, but it sometimes may deal with body horror, injury, death, and distressing themes such as depression and suicidal ideation. Content warnings are given on individual posts.

Fanfics are collected into general fandom categories below. Thanks to anyone who’s ever read, commented on and enjoyed my work!

Super Mario RPG

I first played SMRPG over half of my lifetime ago, but it never really captured my imagination until the remake came out. Being older, I felt like I was in a better spot to appreciate some of its more subtle themes, and became enamored with the Smithy Gang in particular. I haven't written all that much yet, but I'd like to do more.

The Forging - A Spear is born.

Smithy Gang Headcanons - My personal timeline and background from which I hope to eventually build more ideas.

Mack/Claymorton Headcanons

Mario + Rabbids

This is the fandom that brought me back to tumblr and got me to stick around, and also got me writing on my own again after ages of drought. Years ago I would have never believed that rabbids would get me to write so much, but here I am, and I’m grateful for it!

Most of these so far are about Woodrow and Palette Prime more generally, because that’s where my brain lives, and the catastrophe poet is very special to my heart. I’ll eventually branch out more though, I swear.

I write a bunch of Phandrow (Phantom x Woodrow) stuff specifically; it started out with me trying to justify a crackship to my own brain and then whoops! I became obsessed

Of Verses and Curses 

My magnum opus of fanfics, as of yet, and the longest work of fiction I have written independently in my life, this is a story of finding the person who loves you even if your passion in life seems to only bring failure and misfortune. It’s a deeply personal story built off a lot of my own feelings and struggles. It’s also a story about two gay rabbids who have never canonically met. [Phantom x Woodrow, also includes plenty of Dryad x Sweetlopek] 

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Epilogue

Music of the Night

The dark inverse to Of Verses and Curses, set in the Sparks of Despair AU created by @pastelprince18​, this is a far more upsetting tale of doomed love and unhappy endings. There is a monster at the end of this book.

(Body horror warning, especially at the end, so just be aware before you get invested.)

Chapter One - In Sleep He Sang to Me

Chapter Two - Do I Dream Again?

Chapter Three - Our Strange Duet

Chapter Four - To Glance Behind

Chapter Five - Those Who Have Seen Your Face

Chapter Six - Where Night is Blind

Chapter Seven - Angel of Music

Other Woodrow or Phandrow stuff

Bwahstrella’s Warning - an exploration of what might happen when you push the galaxy’s own disaster poet to the heights or the depths of his passion. [Phantom x Woodrow]

Poetry Slammed - Sweetlopek’s perspective of a certain boat incident. [Sweetlopek and Woodrow, platonic]

Happy Phandrow Things - not really a fanfic so much as a collection of thoughts/headcanons but they make me happy so they’re going here, gosh darnit!

The Eulogist - Woodrow necromancer AU. Not sure I need to say more than that. [character death and slight body horror warning]

Wolf of the Woods - An exploration of a Werewolf Woodrow AU! While not much in itself, people liked it; not only did it spearhead a lot of fun discussion/art, but it’s pretty much what got me writing again and therefore led to EVERYTHING above!

Unmerged - Not really a fic, but an exploration of an idea that makes me too sad to think about too much D:

An Appeal to the Heavens - In a time long past, a poor poet makes a desperate plea to the god he yearns to serve.

Pocket Poet, Part 1 | Part 2 - my one exploration of the Borrower AU: tiny Woodrow experiences the theatrical world of his lover, up close and personal.

Non-Woodrow Stuff (wtf, it DOES exist)

Something from Nothing - before we really knew what the Tower of Doooom was about, we had thoughts. Unhappy thoughts. [featuring Spawny and extra-evil Phantom]

M+R Timeline Analysis - Not a fic, but some background on how I view this universe.

Tools of the Traitors - A mini Super Paper Mario crossover between Kanya and Dimentio.

The High Seas AU

Sirens and Soliloquys - a pirate poet who bears a curse in secret is tempted by a siren's song, and gets more than he could have possibly imagined as a result.

Further worldbuilding and character background ideas for the AU!

Sea Legs - just a little more Phandrow silly sweetness

The Vampire [Phanpire?] AU

A Phandrow-centric AU that really speaks for itself, collaboratively created. Usually Phantom is the vampire and Woodrow his willing prey, but sometimes the roles are reversed, sometimes the ""victim"" is Prima Donna (Phantom's drag persona), sometimes they're both vampires- look, we like to have fun here.

As a general warning, pretty much anything in this collection will deal with blood and mild injury.

A Bite for Good Luck - my starting point for this AU, and its companion piece from Tom's perspective.

Burning Like The Sunrise - a little prequel to the above. A tale of passion at first bite.

One Paw in the Grave - Woodrow learns just how vulnerable a vampire can be.

Bat's Eye View - A vampire shows his beloved the world as he sees it.

Batsong - Lord Phan runs into misfortune; but thankfully, it's only of a rather amusing kind.

Various Vampire Phandrow Ideas: A Duet | The Lord's Protection | Thoughts on Sleep | Something More Than Blood | Nothing Wasted | Paeans to Prima Donna | Sacred Anatomy

Donkey Kong/Banjo-Kazooie/Rare-Playtonic Universe

A Donkey Kong’s World - this is a narrative record of the homebrew D&D campaign I was in, and includes elements from all of the things mentioned above, as well as Sea of Thieves and the Mario series. I’m including it here because not only was I involved as one of the characters, but I actually novelized most of the whole story (taking over from our DM who did the first few chapters) based on our session recordings. It was an extremely special experience for me, and is quite a long read, but if you’re a big fan of any of these franchises I think you might enjoy coming along with us. [Link is external and goes to the forum where the story is hosted.]

Mario and Luigi: Superstar Saga (+ Bowser’s Minions)

These are years old, from before my tumblr hiatus, so they may not be quite up to my current standards... but I still like them.

Anamnesis - While Popple and Rookie plan their biggest heist yet, Rookie tries to remember who he is... and almost does.

Wallflower - In the quiet moments, Captain Shy Guy realizes just how much he cares about that silly Goomba... [Captain Shy Guy x Captain Goomba]

The Stolen Birthday - a little headcanon for a Popple backstory.

That’s all for now!!

[speaker-of-the-void-cats]

Let me tell you a secret...

...lean in closer. No-thing is watching.

It is done. The magnum opus, my most delicate, intricate post|patch|work, everything I couldn't stop thinking about since Shadowkeep until this very moment. But now, I can't remember a time when I didn't know it deep inside. I've always wanted to create something beautiful that lasts, that makes an impact in the waves and touches the hearts of those who will listen. Make them beat harder, faster, better, stronger. Give them a ring of spears in which to grow. Something that harmonizes and shares how the tales and tunes of old and new have moved me, made me feel. Something from my heart that draws it's power from yours. But I couldn't even begin to imagine how. I was lost in the Deep. I had no voice; barely a whisper.

This is the way. This is how we find the words. The light of action and self-realized purpose in the darkness of suffocating, deterministic thought. Thus we are truly unveiled.

The post broke the tumblr text editor more times than I can count, but I had to make sure it resonated and so I poured my heart into this one. It's been an enormous struggle against limitations, doubt, and failure, but I hope I made it work. One last word of advice, it is best viewed on a tablet or anything that doesn't occlude your view.

Even if it's not the truth, I share this in hopes you can find some of your own shining|singing|echoing back at you from the dark. Forget about me entirely. The clockwork is waiting, it just needs the trigger mechanism. The spark. The fuel.

It just needs you.

Go deeper. Don't slip. Find the cord and hold on for dear life. Tune your strings. Crank it up to 11. Keep your one-and-only mind sharp and true. Go all out within and refract the radiance. I'm not trying to confuse you, but do feel free to let yourself become vexed. Sometimes there's just no other way to understand a thing than to say and do it, no matter how imperfectly. Be a fool, call me senselessly woken if you must. Call me mad, delusional, over the top|edge|precipice. You'll have to excuse my morbid excitement, but there's simply nothing sweeter in the darkness than harmony.

Sometimes plants wither, even with care, if the atmosphere is unfair and the soil goes to rot. But the greater sin is for those who are called to care for it to instead turn a blind eye, or worse, rage against it.

//

ACCESS: RESTRICTED

DECRYPTION KEY: 2CA9SXUO2C$IKO-006

REP#: 011-PSYCHOMETER-TEST

AGENT(S): TRU-135

SUBJ: PSYCHOMETER FIELD TESTS

1. The new version works. Love all the knobs and antenna; very analog. I took readings off a hatch control out here on Europa and Cowlick was able to retrieve badly distorted voices in some kind of distress. I don't know if it's doing exactly what you Warlocks want, but it's doing something all right. Cowlick says it's probably tapping into her scrutiny, if you permit that term in your ivory halls.

2. Now, I'm not much for gadgets, so I won't ask you how you rigged this thing. But I am one for gossip. Weren't we closing in on some kind of workable theory of exactly how our Ghosts resurrect us? One which was, if I am not mistaken, based on research by the Future War Cult? Did any of that work survive Lakshmi?

3. You know they did try to recruit me once. The Cult. Over a game of poker. Fifty-two cards in a deck don't seem like many, this hard-ass Titan told me. But there are 80 658 175 170 943 878 571 660 636 856 403 766 975 289 505 440 883 277 824 000 000 000 000 different possible shuffles of 52 cards. You could walk back and forth across the observable universe faster than you could count all those possible shuffles. A lot faster. That's life, she said, and she had daisies impaled on the spikes of her skull. Life is endless permutation. So many possibilities. But the rules are what matter. Who cares how the deck shuffles if you don't know the rules of the game? We play this game over and over. Life and death. Light and Dark. But the only way you learn the rules, the only way you're ever gonna get one of those Truces you're named for, is if you come inside. Come into the Cult. Come on in and see. But I didn't.

4.Another thing she told me is that you can play poker with just three cards and two players. Jack, Queen, King. Ante one, max bet one more. High card wins unless one player folds. And in this game, there are many strategies available to the first player, but very few to the second, who acts to exploit the choice made by the first. Many possibilities against few. Sounds like you'd rather be the first player, huh? But if both players play perfectly, that second player wins in the end. Mathematical inevitability. Ain't that something? But I said, your game's just a toy. It's just a contrivance. That's not life. Life isn't one player always exploiting and beating the other.

5. Anyway, back to testing. Might go back to Cocytus and aim this thing at the gate. See how wild it goes. If you never hear from us again, you know Truce and Cowlick finally found something too spooky.

MESSAGE ENDS

_If the Light forgets while the Darkness remembers, then why does a Ghost's power of determination let it access latent memories imprinted in the dead? That's paradoxical. That should be a property of Darkness. How can such fundamentally opposed forces do the same thing?

Am I as shallow as those Guardians arguing over power levels? Trying to force a simple binary upon a complex spectrum… ? The Drifter talks about "spectrums of Light"—powers his Ghost can access because of its modifications. Forcing the metaphor, I thought. Light is not light. It doesn't have frequencies or spectra.

But if we are all constrained by our internalized ontology, by our tacit understanding of how the world works… maybe the circumstances of extreme survival compelled the Drifter to explore a new ontology. Maybe his Ghost achieved a new way to think about the Light.

Keep your eye on the Conductor's baton

Get ready to sing of sorrow|forgiveness

It's all up to you

But dread not

For destiny awaits us

//SIGNAL TETHERED TO UNKNOWN SOURCE

VEXSIG:MSDUND12

Transmitting....

I leave you this now, when it is too early to act. Before you have the faculty to understand it's gravitas. You were offered the age you've fought to restore. Everything we've lost. You won't find it on this narcissist's station.

I will set it in front of you, finely crafted and tuned. You mistakenly label it hubris, and resist. As you know ...

Failure is a catalyst. It breeds invention.

I was only trying to change your mind. To help you see a better future. That exchange... Did not always end in your favor. It does not have to still.

You believe my ideology... virulent.

All right.

Know that I have bled across time, and under the skin of the cosmos. My knowledge became its fabric, filled it's vessels, through its minds.

Humanity is scattered, yet to see a collective. But in the infinite forest of this infinite network the Vex have created... There is only one answer.

A Golden Timeline. With a heavy cost.

Come. Drink your fill. Let me change your minds.

Choice is the ego, raging against the inevitable.

You may not see a choice, but I make my own fate.

Don't ever let anyone else tell your story for you.

I can only make you look. Perhaps, in time, you will see.

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The living and breathing Alternate Reality Game we play in our heads and hearts every single second makes us trip over our feet in real reality. Cut open both and find your rhythm within.

Secant Filaments

The nature of the secant is to intercept a curve, a role all human relationships likewise fill.

Better think to remember your compass and protractor. You're gonna need 'em both at one point or another.

In this treatise, I plan to revisit earlier mathematical theorems and revise them considering our new observations on the Light, the Darkness, and lifeforms imbued with those respective powers. But before I do so, I must preface it with a personal note. Despite high-minded assumptions, mathematics is not an intrinsic language of the universe. It is how we describe the portions of the universe that we can observe. While numbers can track the abstract and find pattern in chaos, they cannot account for fundamental aspects of reality such as compassion or justice. The existence of the Lucent Hive, and Hive Ghosts in particular, may expand our understanding of causality, but they themselves are not "new"—the only thing that is new is our awareness and observation of them. These Ghosts have already been living alongside us. They've traveled with us. Endured with us. What we see is the mushroom, the fruit of the fungus. The fungus itself is a vast mycorrhizal network of filaments growing and working unseen below the soil, often barely connected to the fruiting bodies we observe. Similarly, we have observed Ghosts—Hive Ghosts included—without understanding the nature of the unseen filaments that may guide us. In our eagerness to understand the universe, we must not assume our observations are complete, or objective. Otherwise, we blind ourselves to possibilities… like the possibility that an unnoticed faction among us may be one temptation away from betrayal. Or that what drives our creator is no more than the same base desire for survival that drives all living things. —On Secants, Introduction, Ophiuchus

It's okay to be puzzled. It's supposed to be a hard and winding road. But we'll figure it out eventually. You've just gotta remember; take it one fragment at a time.

I dive to understand.

You get all that?

Here at the end and beginning is a gift from me to you, originally from another lost to the waves. Save your background, if you wish, for they verily do inform who we are. Clothe yourself in truth every day. Remember your past, the forsaken and the fallen. Fight to preserve their memory and possibility, and in the light of their truths we will seek evolution beyond this imperfect stasis.

Like you and I and everything, this amalgamation and its seed are ever changing as the wind. Living documents. If you feel any pull here, any resonance—any at all—if you drift or come undone, simply return to this place and remember who we are. Remember why we fight. Let your doubts become questions, and the answers you seek will be found in the map of your heart. In darkness or in light, your destiny will inevitably find you. Be ready.

We are, always and forever, Guardians of all existence. How will you decide to walk that vermicular path? Be careful.

I need a break before the third act. See you starside, my family in love|war. Be brave.

—MG