#Opressive Sky

[queen-rhaenys-opress]

Work has been increasingly aggravating so I calmed myself by making the background. And then the rest happened.

[dumvixerum]

Tell me i am not the only one terrified of him i swear i'm weeping at the references

(it's one of the robot in "The Castle in the Sky")

[darksilvania]

LEUCEPHONE [Leucos (White in greek) + Persephone] Fairy/Psychic The Fallen Star Pokemon Abilities: Bioluminescent* - Dazzling (HA) Dex: "It is believed this pokemon fell from the sky in a wishing star long ago, crashing into the ocean where it now resides. It can produce and manipulate light at will, making it as soft as a nightlight or as intense as a Star, it can even produce light waves not visible by the human eye." Moveset: -Brightest Light: >Fairy Type / Pwr 130 / Acc 90 / PP 5 "The user strikes its opponent with a flash of intense blinding light" >Dark and Ghost type moves cant be used after this move -Dazzling Gleam -Lumina Crash -Moonlight

*This pokemon light-based moves become fairy-type and get a power boost

MELANADES [Melanos (Black in greek) + Hades] Dark/Psychic The Abyssal Pokemon Abilities: Light Absortion** - Pressure (HA) Dex: "It is believed this pokemon came from the stars centuries ago and made its home in the deep ocean, as it resembles outer space. The glowing orb on the tip of its lure can produce light to navigate in the abyss, but it can also absorb any light around it, creating an intense darkness akin to the void of space." Moveset: -Deepest Dark: >Dark type / Pwr 130 / Acc 90 / PP 5 "The user strikes its opponent with a wave of opressive darkness" >The opponent can use light based moves after being hit by this move -Psyshock -Dark Pulse -Gravity

**This pokemon absorbs any light based move and increase its Sp. Attack

Light based moves:

Aurora Beam

Aurora Veil

Brightest Light

Dazzling Gleam

Doom Desire

Flash

Flash Cannon

Hyper Beam

Judgement

Light of Ruin

Light Screen

Light that burns the sky

Lumina Crash

Luster Purge

Meteor Beam

Moonblast

Moonlight

Morning Sun

Photon Geyser

Power Gem

Prismatic Laser

Reflect

Signal Beam

Solar Beam

Solar Blade

Spotlight

Tail glow

Technoblast

Twin Beam

After you have captured one of each Underground Lake Pokemon and take them to the research center, you will be able to go looking for this 2, a couple of alien pokemon who now live deep under the sea

LEUCEPHONE is based on Barreleyes (Macropinna)

MELANADES is based on Black Seadevils (Melanocetus)

Their names are a reference to Persephone and Hades, gods of the underworld in greek mythology

They are also inspired by USOs (Unidentified Submerged Objects) and deep sea aliens

[lemon-russ]

In my late night writing stupor I; 1) used the wrong dividers on the morty fic, I reopened it aghast to see that vague circle shape was not death gaurd but black legion. Please disregard. And 2) I forgot to tag @squishyowl for it 😭

I REGRET NOTHING ELSE

There were discussions. I now am expanding the Otome Cage Morty fic to have Lore because I'm insane and I GUESS it's getting me to write again so. We roll with it.

PREQUEL TO THIS || NEXT

Mortarion x F!Reader (Pt. 0)

CW: None for this specific thing. Many for the linked one. Many for the future of whatever this is.

TAGS (If you guys do not want to be tagged in whatever this is lmk 💀): @sleepyfan-blog @undeaddream @scriberye @lisikk @moodymisty (<- except you, you get no rest /j)

Your hoe hits the dirt with a soft thud, the thick warm air of sowing season opressing your lungs. You sigh and lean on the tool, wiping sweat from your brow as it threatens to sting your eyes.

Same as it ever is, you have been tilling the field for three days straight in preparation to sow the grains that will feed you another long winter. Your back aches, your arms tire, but worst of all is the humidity as your lungs try to wring oxygen from the air.

Your sister calls your name, and you ignore her a moment, catching your breath. But the next call is sharp and panicked. You turn to look for your sister, but are stopped dead when you see the sky.

Your life, until this moment, has been a cycle of doldrum. Wake up, feed the animals, feed yourself and your sister, do whatever seasonal chores were required of you. Today that was till and turn soil, sometimes it is irrigate the crops, sometimes harvest, maybe darn your garments or weave.

Nothing in your life so far could prepare your brain to process what it currently was desperately trying to parse into your synapses.

A… thing. A building? A construct of some sort, hangs in the hazy sky. Sat there like a cloud, but sharp and pointed and menacing. Whatever it is, it screams predator.

You fall backwards into the softened soil, primal fear gripping your heart. Everything you know screams “wrong, danger, flee” as smaller constructs fall away from the main one, like the large flying insects you chased off of growing season crops.

An alien noise, deep and bone rattling, approaches from the sky behind you. You scramble around to see another small construct coming right for your field, kicking up dirt and debris. You have to cover your ears to muffle the painful thudding sounds it makes.

It settles onto the ground, and mercifully it stops screaming. You wonder if it is hunting, should you run? Where is your sister? You need to find safety from these beasts-

The belly of the thing cracks open and falls to the soil, shaking the ground, and you freeze again.

Something human shaped, but wrong and hard and large, steps out with a heavy thud onto the ramp. It’s terrible face is partially made of metallic plates, with two cylinders that belch thick gasses as it breathes. It seems to be wearing clothes- you think you see human eyes under a hood- but you can’t begin to guess which parts are shell or exoskeleton and which are clothing.

It does have eyes, you realize as the cloudy green things lock onto you. Have you been staring this whole time? You need to run, your body screams, run, run, run-

It makes a noise that sounds like speech at you, and points. It’s… trying to communicate? It barks the clipped noise again and snaps its fingers at you.

Your baffled mind reels, overwhelmed by the onslaught of new information. You point at yourself.

“M- me….?” You squeak out to it.

It thuds across your field, heavy shelled body sinking into your freshly tilled dirt, ruining several days of effort, before coming to a stop in front of where you sit. It peels back its upper skin- Oh, it was a hood- to reveal shockingly human adjacent features. Shoulder length silver hair, pale and cloudy green eyes, and ashen white skin marred with cracks and scars.

It speaks at you again, the sound mechanical and muffled by its gaseous breath. The smell from its cylinders is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, acrid and sharp and foul, and you recoil from it as its attempt at speech spits the smoke at you.

The being- person?- hesitates, and sighs. To your horror, it hooks its thumbs under the metal plates of its face and pries them away, revealing a human-ish lower face. Its cheeks are gaunt, and its mouth cracked in a sickly way, but at least it is now human looking enough for your brain to process what you are talking to.

A man. Almost.

He starts speaking again, but is overcome with a coughing fit. He turns away, coughing a sickly rattling sound out, and instinctively you clamber to your feet and step towards him. Is the air foul to him? You’re sure this massive man, already a foot in the grave if you’d ever seen it, is about to keel over right in your field. He holds up a hand to stop you, and retches something vile into the dirt.

You grimace. Not because of the sick, you were plenty familiar with disease and the death rattle of a creature’s last breaths, the poor thing, but whatever he is producing actually sizzles when it hits the dirt, and you’re pretty sure you’re going to have to dig up the soil this man touches when he finally dies. That’s going to be a lot. He is REALLY big.

Surprisingly, he catches his breath, and surprising more, when he turns back to you, his pallor is slightly healthier. He takes a deep breath, rolls back his shoulders, and speaks again, much more clearly. Unfortunately, it is gibberish.

“I… don’t understand…” you say, shuffling on your feet.

He tilts his head as you speak, then nods. “Ah, you do not speak gothic here. That is fine, I think I know this language too.” He responds, his voice deep and raspy. “Tell me little peasant, who are your rulers?”

You frown. “I… rulers…?”

He rolls his eyes, “Yes, do you have that? Is there a person who makes the rules you all follow? Someone who runs your country or whatever you have here?” He says, gesturing around you.

“I…. no? We all just live our lives, farming mostly….” you say, starting to feel lightheaded. This shelled man came out of a flying beast and now is asking if you had, what, a parent?

He sighs, pinching the bridge of his scarred nose. “That makes things less convenient.” He grumbles.

Suddenly he is scruffing you by the back of your tunic, and you yelp in surprise. You hear your sister scream and run away, calling for the neighbors down the way. The massive man holds you up so you are face to face with him as you squirm and grab at the cold hard hand.

“I am here to bring this planet back to the rule of my Father, The Emperor of mankind. And you-” he stops to cough into his shoulder, “-Are going to tell me what I ask for without argument.” He said between wheezes.

You fight through the confusion and anarchy in your mind to think about the situation you are in as logically as possible. A giant man from the sky in a screaming beast, who speaks your tongue, wants to own your land- what is a planet- and has you grasped in one hand like a stray kitten. And apparently he intends to bring you along as he does whatever it is he is doing for his father, who, presumably, is another large and strange man who could crush you in his fist like a locust.

You could fight, scream, run. Hide until your sister returns with help, hope this man is too sickly to give chase for long. There is a side door to the root cellar, if you could get out of his hands in time maybe….

“Okay.” You squeak out.

He raises a brow. “Okay?” He asks.

You nod quickly. “Okay.”

A very, very faint smile cracks across his weathers face. “….Okay.”

[sincerelyy-youres]

Gaze Upon Me (Yandere Nanook × Aeon! Reader)

Sypnosis: The vast oceans of stars in the sky offers many great and terrifying encounters, one of which is when Aeons cross paths with one another. Others devour and others work together, but what if one falls madly in love with the other?

TW: Obssesion, stalking and implied kidnapping. Read at your own risk

You were too stubborn to understand Akivili's warning.

It's not as if it wasn't important that you weren't giving it much thought, but it was the fact that you already convinced yourself that it won't happen. It was already a thousand centuries ago when you first defended the people of "Adlivun" from the raging war declared by their very own emperor. You were weak then, being born just a few years ago from the death of a star system that greatly cherishes perseverance, and as all aeons needs to get a job done, you did your first and very own.

You are the Aeon of Resistance, and people who is opressed and cornered deserves as much as justice that they need to have. You answer to their every call, to their every will to resist, and your greatest regrets is when your own resistance falters, letting the enemy win, letting the opposition lose.

Adlivun is your first and biggest regret.

Being the youngest Aeon back then, you underestimated the power of man. The Emperor's manpower and soldiers were much more than a small group of people that wanted to resist, relying solely on your grace. Before you can even think of a way to save your people, the power of the emperor advances, leaving you hopeless. You left Adlivun in shame that day, the image of mangled bodies of the people that once revered you still fresh in your mind, their dying eyes showing a shade of disappointment.

You ran away far, far away from the accusatory stares that you feel in your back until you bumped into Akivili, The Aeon of Trailblaze, who had just left Adlivun in disbelief. You didn't beg them to let you in, to ask what had become of Adlivun as you left, but nevertheless they took you in, and said you were free to stay with them until you learn to become your own.

It was the first ever recorded interaction in which two aeons traversed the stars together. Perhaps Fuli the Remembrance gazed at the moment, at the interaction, and deemed it worthy of a memory in the garden of recollection. As the two of you traveled together, Akivili told you of what happened to Adlivun, and the fate that might befall of you soon.

"When I arrived there, Adlivun was an absolute resorvoir of chaos. What remains of them were unlucky enough to be in the path of the Aeon of Propagation." They said, their voice expressing disappointment. Akivili had no physical form, and you only see them in a form of a warm light, like a companion in every cold weathered, or rather, in this cold universe's travels. Perhaps in the entirety of their journey, never had they come across to something as cold as the fate of Adlivun.

"I left Adlivun when the resistance fell... perhaps fate recognizes the wishes of the dead." You said, having mixed emotions of the situation. As the Aeon of Resistance, you of course value absolute persistence, but your people, the opposition of Adlivun had long perished. What victory is there to enjoy when the people are dead?

"I saw the Emperor and his people fight with all their might, but their physique is evidently tired with their previous war." You can almost see Akivili shake their head, "Eventually Tayzzyronth the Propagation defeated what was left of there, and their faction, the Swarm's March, led the final blow"

"I left before Tayzzyronth notices me, but in a distance as I jumped between universes, before I even bumped into you, I saw how Adlivun died...It exploded, then a gold glow emanated from all the debris."

Akivili was quiet after their statement and it made you think. A gold glow emenating from a fallen world means one thing: An Aeon is born. Considering what Adlivun's state is before it died, theres no question what kind of Aeon it was. Destructive, chaotic, always craving of absolute doom, reckless, and wrathful. It was--

"An Aeon is born" said Akivili, after that long silence of what seems of them pondering. "And a path along with them. The path of destruction. They are probably moving and causing chaos everywhere as we speak, and posing a threat, especially to you."

You frowned. "But what do they have to do with me? The emperor won against the resistance and I am not the one who destroyed their homeworld. It is not reasonable for them to come after me." No matter what angle you look at, the path of destruction should not be directed to you, and if by any means it does...

"Had you ever heard of history repeating itself?" Akivili suddenly said, cutting you off of your train of thoughts. "Destruction seeks resistance, not just of absolute infliction of doom. Think of it this way, where is the thrill when everyone just submitted to domination? Something had to resist, and the process of breaking that something into submission, is what true destruction is"

If the path of destruction is directed to you, then you are to resist. But, you still resist the fact that destruction persuing resistance is written in finality. If what destruction seeks is absolute submission, then why go through the long and tedious process of persuing resistance knowing that it won't give in? It is resistance for a reason. If true destruction is breaking something into submission, why not persue a path that manifests the values of submission so the job can be easily done?

You heard Akivili chuckle at you, they had probably noticed that you were so deep in though about their words. Just as you were about to spout a long rebuttal, Akivili spoke, not wanting to argue any longer.

"I see you still resist the possibility, but soon enough you'll understand. Just a warning, though, you may be the Aeon of Resistance, but you can't resist everything."

And with that, Akivili left you on your own. You sat there, pondering over the Aeon's words. How you wished you listened to them before they perished, back then. Their radiant light, how you wished you still see how beautiful it is before it was snatched from you by darkness, holding them at the palm of destruction's hands before ultimately blowing out what was left of their power.

If anything, you should have known better than to question your companion's thoughts. If only you just listened, if only you didn't resist their concise analysations, then you wouldn't have to deal with this abomination of man who chases you althroughout the universe as if you did something unexcusable to him. Then, you wouldn't have to jump to one universe after the other seeking temporary refuge when you lingered too long.

Resistance persevere because it fights for what it was worth fighting for. It was ironic, considering you choose to constantly flee from the oppression, but it was almost understandable. You fled when the resistance of Adlivun fell. So you also constanly fly away when Akivili was killed. Both of which was worth fighting for, and as much as the reality pains you, the truth is that resistance falters when the reason to resist dies.

After all, Akivili...you'd seen them die before your very own eyes. And in which, before the destruction constantly chases after you

This space you were currently in, was a temporary home you'd find yourself residing after barely getting from the Aeon of Destruction. If anything, you yourself doesn't know why he is constantly chasing after you, but you don't intend to find the reason why, and you don't want to satisfy him by giving yourself in.

Even though the will to resist is weak, it will still resist. Even as you felt the weight of his gaze, again, after barely getting away, you'll resist. That gaze that felt like it materializes into a physical form, it was all too familliar, following your every move as you panicked, as you desperately tried to find any hint of his arrival to counter his chase with flight.

He's here

Your focus shifted as you felt his gaze narrow, and along with it was the visions it brings. Your vision blurs, to what was once the stars that fills this desolate space, begins to open a portal of gold. Gold eyes, white braided hair and tanned skin. Deformed arms and gold corruption seeping in between the cracks in his skin, and the sharp, smothering, and somewhat possesive gaze as he looks down at you. He smiled, and it became a terrifying grin as his arms reaches out for you, seeking to trap you inside a make shift, sub-reality prison that only he knew the existence of.

It made you unsettled, but still quick witted enough to avoid his confrontation as he charges towards you. Just in time to get out of his inflicted delirium. You looked at him, and when he realized that he didn't caught you in his arms after all, he went again and charges towards you, and he looks so confident that he will succeed, making you flee towards the nearest possible exit in this space that you once found comfort into, where his prescence wasn't shown.

But your escape was short lived when the exit was apparently blocked by some kind of a Gold barrier, the light of the next space fading away like how a light in the end of the tunnel would be blocked if the tunnel collapsed. Despairingly, you turned around, only to see his face expressing a delirious satisfaction.

Akivili was right. History repeated itself. The emperor defeated the resistance of Adlivun centuries ago and now... you were being captured by the remains of that war. It was humiliating, knowing all you can do is to resist.

Slowly, Nanook's arms reaches out for you, and all you'd ever do was fight his possesive gaze with your wrathful glare. Your power was blocked by some kind of force, One that you cannot exactly root out it's origins, but all you can say is that it was slowly inviting you in a forced slumber, whispering incoherent lullabies and doom, And the last you'd ever seen was his satisfied smile.

Perhaps, the true reason of his unnatural and perplexing obssesion over you was already there, laid out for you, just in the naked eye. It was as simple as Akivili had said it, that Nanook wanted "true destruction". And in true destruction, there was you.

It was too late now, to understand Akivili's warning.

[yronnia]

[Edit: check my reblog too, screenshots from the book kindly provided by spookydazechaos]

Agnesses Nyce and not so accurate prophecies with screenshots.

The full list below.

Some are unreadable (to me), so I inserted some X-es instead, where necessary. Interesting is, that Orient Chariot is mentioned twice, in prophecy nr. 3819 anf 4019.

Prophecy nr. 3012 is only one I cant allocate, dont tell me its about Aziraphale and Crowley, when Agness adressed Aziraphale by "angel" "thyf " and "principalitee", whats the bit about the dragons? Because they have wings?

1111- An the Great Hound sharl come

and the Two Powers sharl watch in V

Goeth Where is, Where they

Notte, and he sharl name it, True to l

and Hell sharl flee it

2213- I tell ye thyf, and I charge

ye with my wordes. Four shalle

ryde and Four shalle alfo ryde,

and Three sharl ryde the Skye

as twixt and Wonne shal ryde in

flames, and theyr shall be no stopping

themme, not fish, nor rayne nor rode, neirher

Deville nor Angel. And ye shalle be theyr also

2214- In December 1980 an Apple will arise no

man can eat. Invest thy money in Master Jobbes

thinking machine and good fortune

will tend thy days.

2315- Sumsay It cometh in Londo xxx or

New Yorke, butte they be Wronge, f xxx is

Taddes fild, Stronge inne hys powr, h xxxxke

a knight inee the fief, he divideth the xxx

4 partes, he bringeth the storme.

3001- Behinde the Eagles Neste a grate Ash hath fallen.

? 3007- Brings forth

For the devil lucks in plain sight.

Under an arc of pale moonlight.

3008- When that the angel readeth these

word of mine, in his shoppe of other mmennes

books, then the final days are certes upon us. Open

thyne eyes to understand. Open thyne eyes and rede

I do say, foolish principalitee, for thy cocoa doth

grow cold

3009- Seven, who hold the Scepther shall be killed,

xxx shall become a saint.

3011- xxThe?

and churces be laid open

opressed shall prevail, and oppose the cruen

foreginers. For a Boar of Cornwall shall give his

assistance and trample their necks under his feet

3012- A shower of blood shall rain and a ragging

famine shall afflict mankind. When dhese things

happen, the Red Dragon shall grieve, but when his

fatigue is over, he shall recover his strength. Then

shall misfortunes hasten upon the White Dragon,

and the buildings of his gardens be pulled down.

3017- I see Four Riding, bringing the Ende, and

the Angells of Hell ride with them, And Three sharl

Rise. And Four and Four Together be Four, and the

Dark Angel sharl Own Defeat, Yette the Manne

sharl claim his Own.

3477- Lette the wheel of Fate turne, let harts

en- join, there are othere Fyres than mine, when

the wynd blowethe the blos- soms, reach oute one

to anothere, for the calm cometh when Redde and

Whyte and BLacke and Pale approache to Pear is

Our Professioune.

3819- When Orients chariot

inverted be, four wheles in the

skye, a man with bruises be upon

Youre Bedde, achinge his head

for willowfine, a manne who

resterh with a pyn yette his

hart be.

3988- Whene menne of crocus come frome the

Earth and green manne frome thee Sky, yette ken

not why, and Plutos barres quitte the light- ning

castels, and sunken landes riseth, and Levia- than

runneth free, and Brazil is vert, then Three cometh

together and Four arise, upon iron horses ride, I tell

you the ende draweth nigh.

3989- He is not what he says he is

4009- Where the Hoggs back end the young

beast will take the world and Adams line will end

in fire and darkness.

4019- When Orients chariot inverted be a

man with bruises up thy bed, aching his head for

willow fine

4020- Let the wheel of fate turne, let harts

enjoin, there are other fyres than myne, when the

whirl wynd whirls, reach oute one to another.

5001- When the skies are xxxx, then ye

both must stand between the world and life and the

world of wae, where the iron bird lands no more

5004- When alle is fayed and all is done, ye

must choofe your faces wisely, for soon enouff

ye will be playing with fyre

[a-morrigan-loving-brosca]

As I'm starting my second playthrough in Inquisition, a game I find is lacking in terms of origins compared to dao, I still find some nice stuff to say about them

My first playthrough was a trevelyan, and waking up in a prison at the beginning of the game, she was not too worried. After all, she was the child of a noble family, a family close to the chantry, even, and she knew she wasn't guilty. So all in all, she was quite confident that all of this quiproquo would be cleared up and that she'd be seen as innocent soon enough. People wouldn't do any harm to her without a fair trial, after all.

My lavellan, on the other hand, woke up in the prison of another people, a people that has historically opressed hers, especially through the means of Exalted Marches. She does not feel safe amongst chantrists and where does she wakes up ? In a jail surrounded by them. Innocent or not, she's an easy culprit, and she knows it. It's too easy to blame the evil, evil dalatian who weren't supposed to be at the conclave - she could only be there with malicious intent, no ? Why would an *elf* come here if not to murder the Divine ? So she ends up quite surprised not to be executed here and now.

Their reactions to being made Herald of Andraste are quite different, too. My Trevelyan, tho always destined to join the Chantry, wasn't too happy about it. So being tasked with leading the Inquisition, traveling around the land - of course it's not good, but she can't help but feel a little relieved not to be locked up in some chantry. It's, for her, a little bit of freedom, even if a crushing one. But Lavellan ? She was happy in her clan. And then suddenly, she's asked to lead some humans. Not only that, but in the name of a prophetess that is not hers - of a God that is not hers, and people says it whatever she says. Trevelyan didn't know if she was truly sent by Andraste or not, the thought was certainly scary but she could have accepted it. Lavellan ? She hates this situation so much, but someone HAS to close that hole in the sky, and if she doesn't do it, everyone - EVERYONE, and that includes clan Lavellan - will die. So she does it through gritted teeth.

[fallen-knight]

Would love to hear about Vengeance (love hearing anything about Maul), Casualties, and The Dragon’s Ascent!

— @corellianhounds

aww hell yeah! Okay, here we go...

maul fic, as the story currently titled Vengeance was simply named for years before I dusted it off to try rewriting it in 2024, is the beginning of a "what if" Clone Wars AU wherein, through the power of brotherly love, Maul kills Sidious on Mandalore and both Savage and Satine survive. Basically an excuse to give Maul some honest-to-god revenge, force the Mandalorians to resolve their family issues, and make sure Order 66 never happens. My comfort AU, my rules <3

...It also inevitably led to a bit of theory spiraling about the nature of the Chosen One, the concept of Sith'ari, and the bringing of balance, which has given me ideas for a sequel exploring the impact of Sidious' death on the Force and the wider galaxy through both Anakin and Maul's points of view. I'll get to it someday. Probably.

The first sight that greeted him when he awoke was the familiar shape of a Mandalorian helmet, hovering above his bleary eyes. “Lord Maul?” the Mandalorian said. Their tinny vocoder-modulated voice sounded concerned, and it would normally have irritated him, but for some reason he didn’t even mind when they waved their hand in front of his face. “How many fingers am I holding up?” they asked. “Two,” Maul huffed, pushing them away and sitting up carefully. He drew a deep breath and looked around. The first light of dawn had washed over Sundari, illuminating the area; there was the mural, and Sidious’ shriveled remains nearby, reeking of the Dark Side and surrounded by a tense and watchful cordon of red-armored Mandalorian commandos. The Death Watch had moved into the area after the fight, then. “How long was I out?” he asked, getting stiffly to his feet. “No more than half an hour, Lord. According to the security footage, we arrived only a few minutes after your victory. Your brother is in stable condition now, and our best medics are working on-” “My-” Maul staggered on unsteady legs, his mouth going dry as his eyes reflexively widened, glancing first to the area where Savage had fallen to see that it was empty before staring back at the Mandalorian in suspicious disbelief. “He’s- Savage is alive?” “Affirmative, m’Lord.” The Mandalorian reached out and boldly grabbed his arm as he reeled away, and he discovered that, just this once, he was fine with leaning on someone else while he got his wits together. “Lord Opress is in the palace medbay. It was touch and go at first,” they said calmly, “both lungs were punctured and one heart had stopped by the time we got to him - we had to resuscitate him several times - but he’s stable now and pulling through.” “My brother,” Maul said again. He didn’t know what was happening anymore; his head felt so unreasonably light, he could have laughed. He did laugh. A raspy chuckle caught the Mandalorians by surprise, and helmets swiveled to stare as their leader threw out his arms and spun on trembling steel legs, giddy as a child. “My brother is alive,” he cried to the city, “we’ve won.” The Mandalorians understood his triumph, and responded. “Parjai,” they shouted in unison, raising their weapons to the clear sky. Victory. As he crouched down by Sidious' remains, a Mandalorian - by their armor, Rook Kast, he remembered - broke away from a small group of chattering commandos and walked over to stand next to him. "If I may… who was that, Lord Maul?" Kast asked, her helmet tilting to indicate the Sith Lord's remains. "They appear to have been a formidable enemy, yet we had no warning of their arrival." "Darth Sidious." The name hung heavy in the air, though he doubted the Mandalorians would recognize its significance. "Count Dooku's Sith master, and… formerly, mine. The self-proclaimed Dark Lord of the Sith. He came here to challenge my right to Mandalore." Though not the whole truth, it was all they needed to know for now. "A master of manipulation and deceit, but in the end, merely another of our foes who fell to my blade." Maul called Sidious' twin sabers into his hands and let his eyes trace their fine details for a moment, remembering how he'd coveted them as a child. The authority of a god was now in his hands, the old god dead at his feet. He stood up with some effort, hands on his knees, and rolled his shoulders with a grin, sharp teeth glinting in the pale sunlight. “Only the strongest shall rule. That is the way of Sith and Mandalorian alike.” "Aye, m'Lord." Kast nodded in approval as he echoed Vizsla's dying words. "Claiming the title of Mand'alor, and now Dark Lord of the Sith; I dare say none could earn greater respect." The crowd murmured assent. "Bring fuel and oil," he called to them. "Let us send this wretched corpse to hell."

Casualties is a Clone Wars saga that I've been working on since 2019, about sibling bonds, trauma recovery, and giant service lizards.

After Padawan Avir Konshi's life is saved by a trooper who loses most of his mobility in the process, she's informed that he and many other clones who could otherwise recover are slated to be terminated due to expenses. Unfazed, she wages a one-teen war against Republic medical bureaucracy and mortality itself, with the eventual help of her older Master, a jaded former Jedi investigator. The troopers, including her new friend Haze, manage to prove their strategic value as a misfit company of cyborgs and tactical specialists behind desks, and once their legion is assigned to Pijal, quickly bond with the local varactyls as both a means of transport and companions on the battlefield. In their efforts to combat Separatist and Republic plots alike, they come ever closer to the truth behind the scenes of the war...

Battered, bruised, aching all over, he was approaching the last hill. Avir was keeping up easily, spurring him on now and then with a poke in the Force. Haze bit his tongue, looking at the steep slope ahead, but he gathered his strength as they reached it and began to climb. Avir bounced behind, looking around at the blue sky as if she didn't have a care in the galaxy. Haze knew otherwise, and it was part of the reason he let her boss him around so readily. If he could prove to her that he was all right, she'd worry less, and - He tripped, fell on both knees, felt himself slipping back. Avir let him slide. She wouldn't help him unless he asked, and they both knew he would never do that. Haze grunted, grabbed a root, clawed his way a meter or so up, began to slip again. He turned and looked down at the ground. It would be a nasty fall. He twisted around, looking up. Still farther to the top. "Are we going to be here all day?" the Padawan said aloud. Haze furrowed his brow, lunged for a steep stair-set of boulders, and pulled himself up with a clatter. "No," he gasped triumphantly, clambering up. When the rocks ended and he found himself facing dirt and matted grass again, he winced. "Can't we take a breather though?" "Once you've reached the top," Avir said merrily. Haze blinked - she was above him now. He said nothing, just moved on, kicking his toes into the dirt for a better grip, grabbing plants now and then. And then suddenly he was at the summit, looking all around at the sprawling fields and towns, the hills and half-mined mountains of Pijal. Avir was sitting in the grass, staring at it all with a distant look in her eyes. "It's beautiful," she said. Haze couldn't bring himself to think of anything but tactical advantages and disadvantages when looking at the terrain, which areas were of strategic value and which presented a weakness, but he nodded, and then sat down, content to be there in the sun. The enemy could turn up at any moment, so while they had this opportunity to rest, he was going to take it. "Lazy Haze," she smirked as he flopped back in the grass with a sigh, arms behind his head. He grinned and shut his eyes. "Casualties need their rest," he said. Avir sighed, somewhat impatiently, and went silent. Haze opened an eye to see her wearing his helmet that she'd been carrying. He chuckled. "Like the view?" "No. It's confusing," Avir said, muffled. "Every time I blink, it does something weird. Like -" Her voice cut off as the helmet apparently went into silenced mode. Haze grinned wider, sat up, then lay down on his front, studying the insect life in the grass around them. He was so absorbed in tracking the progress of a beetle that he barely noticed when Avir yelled his name. Getting no response, she threw the helmet. It bounced across the ground towards him, and he jumped, scrambling up and looking around wildly, half expecting to see vulture droids screaming in on top of them. "Don't do that," he said, scowling at her once the panic had subsided. She ducked her head, looking genuinely remorseful. "Sorry, I won't. But a transmission just came through - we've got to head back."

And The Dragons' Ascent is my rewrite/expansion of The Legend of Zelda: Tears of the Kingdom, exploring the implications and themes that I was disappointed to find the game kinda did nothing with, and altering a few major plot points in an attempt to do the characters more justice. Also the Zonai are literal ancient aliens with their own motives and ambitions now. (You're welcome, Nintendo.)

“Good people, pray attend,” the King called brightly. “Magister Mineru and myself will now grace you with a ballad of the Zonai, a dance heaven-sent, that this evening be brightened even further.” As whispers ran around the hall, Rauru muttered something to one of his attendants, who nodded and slipped away to speak to the musicians. He cleared his throat, and took a few deep breaths as the lights dimmed and a slow, rhythmic drumming began. Sonia reached up and patted his back reassuringly. Mineru stepped out onto the floor below the dais, poised and sharp-eared, and lowered her jade owl mask over her face, then nodded to her brother. Slowly, gaining confidence with each note, he began to sing. Zelda and the court watched with bated breath as the masked Zonai took one step forward, then another, then spun, the ribbon that floated above her shoulders and down her arms like long sleeves rippling hypnotically. As Rauru’s voice picked up, the instruments rose again to join in, and Mineru took another two steps, swaying to the beat. She spun again, sharply, flaring her arms out and extending the ribbon’s ends with them, the gold markings glowing softly in the flickering light of the dimmed braziers. As she twirled across the floor, the spinning sleeves formed the rippling shape of a flower bud around her; then she slowed and dipped her arms downward, the flower unfurling. Rauru reached the end of the stanza and began again, and it took Zelda a moment to realize that he was singing backwards - effortlessly reversing the syllables and melody, in an otherworldly chant - a sound she recognized, she realized, as the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. She looked over to Sonia, but the queen was smiling serenely, silently enjoying the performance. Even the stern young chamberlain was drawn into the beauty of Mineru’s dance, wide-eyed and grinning. Zelda exhaled and tried to push memories of the cave from her mind. Mineru furled the ribbons around herself again, reversing her movements with an uncanny smoothness until she stood at the foot of the dais once more. The pattern of forward-and-back repeated a few more times, Rauru’s tune subtly changing and picking up speed, the court musicians doing their best to follow along as the Zonai sang in words none of them knew. Mineru’s movements shifted from stanza to stanza as she swayed theatrically, snapping her arms wide and shaking her mask at the audience, who rippled with half-fearful applause. At last she spun to a stop and froze, rapt, in the center of the floor, arms held to the sky. Rauru held a long note that wavered and faded away, and she exhaled and bowed deeply, throwing her arms wide and trailing the ribbons with them. The braziers were undimmed a moment later and Mineru stood and removed her mask, the court’s tense silence giving way to enthusiastic clapping and delighted murmurs. “A wonderful performance, love,” Sonia said to Rauru as the king sat back down. He mopped his forehead with a napkin and smiled. Zelda took the chance to lean over to him. “That song was… beautiful, what was it about?” she whispered, unable to drive the sounds of the reversed chanting in the cave from her mind. “And how do you sing like that?” “Practice,” Rauru said, a touch smugly. Sonia rolled her eyes. “It’s an old ballad of the Zonai,” he amended, “telling of the early days of our civilization. It’s sung forward and back as a way to instill balance, and the reversed sections have… well, a hidden meaning of their own.” “Fascinating.” Zelda filed the information away to look into later, and found herself wishing once again that Purah and Robbie - and Link, most of all - were here to lose their minds over the unveiling of history with her.

Thanks so much for the tag and ask! I really appreciate the interest and the invitation to ramble about my silly guys. <3

[colibrie]

Day 6: "It should have been me." (Follows Day 4)

"Wild..."

"Don't," Wild snarled, sand spraying beneath golden boots as he spun sharply to pace back in the direction he'd come. Heat rose in shimmering waves as the sun beat down on the Gerudo desert. But the young hero's heart was frozen like the depths of Tabantha as scenarios whirled through his mind, each more gruesome and horrid than the next.

"Wild, sit down before you give yourself heat stroke," Sky tried again, voice gentle as he held out a coaxing hand.

"Voe armor has sapphire's. Counteracts the heat."

"Not the point kid," Time replied, head tipped wearily back against the stone walls of Gerudo town. Their leader had stripped out of his armor in an attempt to ward of the ever opressive desert heat, and with out it he looked some how both older and younger than he should have any right to. "Wearing yourself out isn't going to fix things. Chief Riju already sent her best scouts into the desert to look for-"

"I should be the one out there!" Wild snapped, the fingers of one hand tapping anxiously on the handle of his slate as the other rose to angrily yank a lock of long blonde hair from his vision.

"The Yiga know the desert far better than we do," Wars interjected, only for his worlds to be rebuffed by a sharp shake of Wilds head.

"Not better than me. I know every inch of this damn place. I could find them if you'd just let me-"

"Let you do what? Charge out there all on your own with no back up and no plan?" Legend scoffed, raising his chin defiantly when Wild's eyes snapped up to meet his own in a glare. "I know that's how you usually work, and the Yiga clearly know it too. I'd bet everything I own that they are counting on it."

"So what if they are?!" Wild seethed, voice growing steadily louder as he took a step towards the Hero of Legend. "I have faced those assholes more times than any of you can dream. I infiltrated their based. I killed their damn leader!"

"Wild, no one is doubting your skills here. But-"

"WIND IS OUT THERE BECAUSE OF ME!" Wild bellowed. "THEY ARE HURTING HIM BECASUE OF ME! THEY MAY HAVE KILLED HIM BY NOW BECAUSE. OF. ME. THEY SHOULD HAVE TAKEN ME AND LEFT YOU ALL OUT OF IT. **IT SHOULD HAVE BEEN ME**!"

[hellyeahheroes]

Just so you know, here is a short list of things I have seen Trump voters on Reddit pulling out as "proof" men are victimized and "had to" vote for the rapist. Thse include:

DEI, job fairs for women and other means to balance the fact that there is blatant hiring bias priritizing white men to get job offers. In other words, these men feel victimized by no longer receiving preferential treatment.

Existence of female support groups, tutoring for owmen and women support centers. They literally saw people getting organized and isntead of doing it for themselves, decided it is easier to bitch and blame the organized groups for their opression.

Women not wanting to have children. I live in a country where most children are raised by mother and grandma after father dipped, so not a single one of these fuckers will get any sympathy from me here.

Many men believe they hsould have a say in whenever or not woman is allowed to abort their baby. I will be blunt: the moment you want a say in deciding what another person does with their own body, you want to OWN THAT PERSON AS A SLAVE!

Men are shunned as not carrying about women when they don't beleive rape acussations. That is because they blatantly do not care about women and will side with rapists.

Women are afraid of men because many men are rapists. Which is justifiable, if I was at rick of being raped by men I would be stabbing every guy who comes within reach (but I'm male, past my fresh years and butt-ugly, so I'm not)

Also, one of the reasons I have seen was men being blamed for Trump's reelection. Which is their own fault but also circular logic - "we voted for trump because we were hated for voting for trump and now everyone hates us for voting for trump" sounds like a problem that has a simple solution - don't vote for trump.

I'm gonna be honest. I'm a white man in my thirties, struggling to stay alive. When I see men making these things their problems, I'm not fileld with empathy or compassion. I'm filled with disgust at the blatant entitlement and, quite frankly, naked admission they don't see women as human beings. I won't be "reaching out" empathically to them when their "victimization" is a list of things that oppression" is jsut equality. These men are privledged, they are entitled and at best they blame women and minorities because it's easier than look up for REAL sources of their problems. To admit any of this is a geniue problem is to admit, as one of comments I have seen put it, "that up is down, black is white, grass is red and sky is jelly".

-Admin

[paperandpencilsandskips]

Also Something that bothers when the fucking sky is just an opressing white, like the clouds diffuse the sun into a florescent white and it hurts my eyes

Please give me some blue please I'm begging

It's the worst when it's not raining, or snowing or anything

[liurnianina]

''Mother Nature and her Daughters'' Our contemporary depiction of nature as a serene mother is perhaps mankind's greatest folly. We associate the forest with the diffrent, the alien. Our cities are opressive and loud, so forests should be free and quiet. Our cities are harsh and merciless, and so the forest must be a place of innocence and compassion. You know better don't you? I hope you do. Remeber what your ancestors taught you, before you escaped the forests to your cyclopean metropoles. Remember bloodwashed Cōātlīcue with her necklace of raw pulsating hearts; Remember Gaîa spilling the blood of her own husband and son when they dared to defy her; Remeber the days when your loving mother nature used to chase you down and pour your entrails beneath the clear skies. Do you remeber? Maybe not, you were so young back than. Don't worry, your bones do. I don't think they can ever forget. Nature is your mother, but she is not so diffrent from you. She is just as cruel as you, just as harsh and merciless as the worse of you. Never quiet, unless something is watching you. Never compassion, unless by accident. She is innocent, but only in the way off a lion slowly gnawing a wildebeest from the inside while its prey whimpers and screams through its last breaths. You still remember one thing quite right. She's beautiful. I shall ask of you only this: While you dine with your new twin-goddesses above your little shiny table, while you bite a fresh apple from the fields and while you build titans of stell and stone to pierce the sky, when you think of your mother, remember her claws. You are still her children, do not try to challange her in her own home. You think your puny factories conjure the typhoons and floods that wreck your cities? Witless brats.

You've merely conjured her rage.

[tamlindain]

Always and forever going to stand with people who are opressed and stay by their side when they resort to violence after trying everything else under the sky and coming to the horrifying conclusion that the only language the oppressor understands is violence.

[derwent]

new axes of opression in the Chernobyl exclusion zone, as determined from uncovered secret research documents:

Freedom member who doesn't smoke weed

Transgender

Monolith Member not into mind control

Transgender woman not into mind control (death sentence on tumblr)

Half Irish

Takes anti radiation medicine instead of vodka

unironic L85A2 user

Clear Sky (game) Fan

Member of Renegades

Strelok (he is opressed)

[missnobodymadness]

I'm so damn bored and feeling such a strong desire to share some OC stuff so I decided to share some of my favorite quotes from my characters because why not? I feel like it also helps me finding some motivation to finally start writing again.

Feel free to share this or make a similar post with your OC's quotes as well, I'd love to read them. :3 (English is not my first language btw, sorry about any possible errors)

Anyway, I'm starting with my favorite girl, Myline.

Myline (Naruto and Boruto)

"Don't give me the privilege speech when you are all living up there exploiting those who stand below you, not once did I felt any privilege or pleasure in serving your opressive system and I will never bow to it. Take my words as you wish, they will only feel like a threat if you perceive them as such, so, how it's gonna be?" - To Darui and A during the invasion of Amegakure arc (not a canon arc).

Aisha (MCU)

"Whenever a scientist finds a cure to something, companies will take advantage of them and sell it to you for the price of your soul, lives weren't meant to have a price tag, you can't play God and decide who is gonna live based on who is wearing Prada and that's what motivates me to keep fighting for a world where science and technology will become a right instead of a luxury"

Evelyn (AOT)

"Dang, this sucks...I've been told that I always make bad decisions all my life, maybe I should've listened before it became an habit, guess this is gonna be the last time I make one...Sasha must be feeling really lonely up there though..." - She thinks to herself as Jean and Pieck run in the opposite direction, both looking confuse on why she wasn't doing the same, she then looks at the sky one last time and run towards Reiner and the warhammer titans.

Masha (TWD)

"While most people hate what is left of this world, I've finally found myself in it and I am enjoying every second of it"

Mybuza (Boruto)

"I hope that someday people will look at me as a ninja ready to sacrifice my life for them instead of just the daughter of a terrorist"

Luna (Pokémon)

"Power is fame and fame is made of power"

Now the ferals from my original story, Cursed Scars.

Sahamara

“If you can’t stand the meaning of a true scar, then you can’t stand life” 

Dakarai (This son of a... >.>)

"You can’t expect to be a good fighter if you can’t even leave a mark on that rock, maybe I should scratch that precious face to exemplify how it is done"

Dalia

"I believe in second chances when regret is present, we are more complex than we think, our minds are capable of constant development but such thing is only possible when we finally learn how to recognize and embrace the wrongs of our past and move on for a better future"

Bakuto

"You once said that stars shine brighter to those who are worthy but lately they all look the same to me, does that mean that the Gods have given up on me?"

Kabuwa

"Greediness brings more misery than accomplishments" - To Ushiva, about Rastakah.

Rastakah

"Some call me greedy, others a tyrant but what I really like to hear them call me is mercy"

Ushiva

"Never underestimate the things a broken heart would do"

Matimba (The one lying down)

"Sometimes you just have to understand when the best option is to get out of your comfort zone and face what is holding you back so you can finally be the best version of yourself"

Thabisa

"War doesn't interest me, what is truly important to me is the well-being of my pride sisters, however, don't take me for a fool, my claws have been immersed in blood before"

Satahka (Lazy, lazy boy)

"This world has yet to prove me what a good nap can't fix"

Yarashin

"Don't spend the rest of your life stuck to your past, maybe it taught you how to hate, but the present can also teach you tolerance and if you try really hard, future may reward you with love"

[arwenkenobi48]

My Fictional Others (Updated 2023)

Main F/Os (aka the Twelvefold Brotherhood)

Amsel Bloodmoon

Origin: Blood Moon Sky (original intellectual property)

Relationship Dynamic: Romantic, husband, BD/SM relationship (specifically a DD/LB dynamic)

Sauron

Origin: Tolkien’s Middle Earth Legendarium

Relationship Dynamic: Celebrity crush, friend with benefits

Feral Opress

Origin: Star Wars The Clone Wars

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic, AB/DL (he’s the Little, I’m the Caregiver)

Mephistopheles Woland DeVille-Morningstar

Origin: The MephistoVerse (original intellectual property)

Relationship Dynamic: Muse, platonic, situationship

Devil/Lucifluff

Origin: Cuphead

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic, similar to a pet and his owner

Ratbag the Coward

Origin: Middle Earth Shadow of Mordor/War

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic, familial, brotherly

Doctor Hans Friedrich

Origin: Rocky ASMR

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic

Koroviev

Origin: The Master And Margarita

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic

Gabriel Belmont/Dracula

Origin: Castlevania Lords of Shadow 1/2

Relationship Dynamic: Friend with benefits, situationship

Ulysses the Dragon

Origin: OC/The MephistoVerse

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic (similar to a very loyal dog protecting his owner)

Neo Periwinkle Cortex

Origin: Crash Bandicoot

Relationship Dynamic: Situationship

Secondary F/Os

Ryuk

Origin: Death Note

Relationship Dynamic: Situationship

L. Lawliet

Origin: Death Note

Relationship Dynamic: Friend with benefits

Daycare Attendant/Sun/Moon/Eclipse

Origin: Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Relationship Dynamic: Friend with benefits

Adrian Fahrenheit Tepes/Alucard

Origin: Castlevania

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic, situationship

Alternate!Gabriel

Origin: The Mandela Catalogue

Relationship Dynamic: Sexual (rather kinky as well)

Kumbhakarna

Origin: Ramayana: The Legend of Prince Rama (as well as various versions of the Ramayana epic)

Relationship Dynamic: Platonic, very cuddly