#birth of tradegy

[silky-silks]

I totally forgot this existed at one point, and its kinda old...BUT ANYWAY

THIS IS OLD ART//

If you remeber the story plot, Melody had twin baby sniffers, ran away, and was found by her sister Rhytmn and her son Funk.

Having to be taken back to the nursery, Melody was hesitant to even speak of what she intended to do with her young ones.

But to put it straight, her case was her mate had left her and she was ashamed of herself and blamed herself for why now her babies wont have a good life. She wanted to leave them in that den, but the momet she gave birth she realized she couldnt just abandoned them. Back at the valley Minty was furious on why she left, not even giving her a chance to speak. Expecting sniffers are forbidden to go out from the valley without an escort (due to the tradegy of one mother which left Minty forever tramautized) but Sneezepuff calmed him down (with a good thawk to the face). Hearing them out Melody wasnt punished and kept her babies with her. But Sneezepuff decided to leave them with Silky for a bit so Melody can ease down some of her nerves and get herself back together. Meanwhile Silky about to spoil some babies lol

More coming soon!!

[powerofthesunau]

Queen's Right

(Pictured Rainflower on the left and Mapleshade on the right)

The Queen's Right is not officially part of the warrior code but its word can be held above if used correctly. It has been adapted from a rule used in many cat colonies. It gives the mother protection from discrimination and persucution as well as keeping the clan gene pool healthy.

The Queen's Right's Aspects:

1. Not forced to disclose kits' parentage or circumstance

2. The kits cannot be taken away from her or moved to another clan. If she wishes to leave or move clans, the kits go with her. If her kits are stolen or kidnapped StarClan calls on the clan to return them to her side

3. The kits names can be changed until apprentice age. Their mentors can be suggested by the mother

It gives the mother ownership over her kits until apprentice age. However some cats do not use the right to protect their kits' parentage such as Rainflower. A notable exception is that medicibe cats cannot use the Queen's Right.

The right must be sworn within the first moon or half-moon (depending on clan) of the kits' birth, accompanied by the medicine cat to verify as well as some witnesses.

Clan attitudes are different to the Queen's Right. In ThunderClan it is allowed however is seen as taboo, a cat broke the code or made a mistake and is trying to hide it (causing a scandal whwn Squirrelflight used the Queen's Right). ShadowClan cares little about parentage and clan purity in general. In RiverClan the Queen's Right is automatically given to all queens but some queen's like to confirm it anyways. WindClan honours the Queen's Right with less suspicion than ThunderClan, seeing it more as a mother's trust in StarClan.

Mapleshade's Vengeance

Mapleshade chose not to use the Queen's Right. In the aftermath of the kit's deaths and Mapleshade's murders, ThunderClan's attitude of the Queen's Right hardened while Darkstar made a blanket policy that all queen's are entitled to it to ensure a tradegy like that never happens again

Special Case - Adoption

As the Queen's Right states that the parentage of the kits does not need to be disclosed, a few cats have used this to also conceal the identity of the mother.

Squirrelflight swears the oath to hide Crofeather and Leafpool as the parents of the Three to protect her sister

Greypool confirms the oath at the request of Oakheart, not officially announcing herself as his mate but this protects Mistykit and Stonekit from being discriminated or possibly taken back to ThunderClan

[myrcxlla]

Of Killers and Devils

PROLOGUE

Driven by a tradegy that has haunted her for most of her life, after the death of a notorious clan leader, Nakai Tanako rises to the top with just one goal in mind. Vengeance.

Saturo x Fem!OC character, (mentioned/assumed) Nanami x Fem!OC character

Warnings/triggers: angst, murder, mentions of cannibalism, cheating, violence, death/gore, dub con, non con, forced pregnancy, miscarriage. This story does not have a happy ending.

"2 years before Yuji Itadori"

AFTER ALL, KILLING HIM WAS THE PEACE SHE NEEDED. Her knuckles tightened as the twist of her wrist arose deadly thorns of gore from her fingers, and when her eyes widened, blood gushing from his neck and dousing the skin of her forearm, she was hit with a wave of satisfaction that she chose to hook her technique’s sharp blade into his carotid artery. Fatal enough to ensure his death, but slow enough where she got to enjoy watching every last second of her father’s miserable life drain away, taking one pathetic breath with him.

She knew it would take mere seconds for him to fade into dust, pleading, but that's all she needed.

Just a few seconds.

Long enough for the wretched man to stare into the eyes of the monster he, and every other member of the clan birthed by the dark intentions and desires of others, helped create. The living incarnation of sins coming back to sow justice for a girl who once dreamed, and another who loved.

He begged for mercy once more. Just loud enough to send birds flying and the ruins of a home creak in pity. She stood crouched on top of him long enough for the high of his bloodshed to fade. Her hand wrapped around what was left of his neck, the other lengthened in long ropes of thorns, slowly dispersing around her entire body, waiting. Waiting for something. Waiting for an apology. But the only thing that came was the chill as his blood cooled on her skin and the knowledge that not even toward the end, her power was cheered. 

“Tanako-sama,”

It wasnt until the door behind her creaked open that she released him, the weight of his guilt and control lifting away as his corpse dropped from her arms. 

“Do come in, Celeste.”

“I’m sorry, it was not my intention to interrupt. But, everyone has already settled in the Grand Room, and they ask for–” the foreign girl of pale blue eyes stared at the body beneath her friend’s feet, “--Mister Tanako. Should I explain to them?”

She grinned. “There's no need. They came at the request of the clan’s leader.”

“So, was it true then? Your plan, Nakai?”

She walked through the empty space of the office and onto the en suite. “It was never a question.” She turned the water and waited until swirls of warmth embraced her skin and began rinsing the blood spatters from her arms. “Of course it was always true, my dearest.”

Celeste nodded. “How did it feel?”

Her hands gripped the edge of the sink, and she leaned forward to stare at herself in the mirror. In the corner, Celeste could see the small smile gracing her lips. “How did it feel?” Her heart did not skip a beat while at it. No sudden fire emerging from her fingertips, no stronger power surging from her. “Not as emotional as I thought. Rather boring, I'm afraid. How much did you hear?”

Celeste reached for a towel and dried her arms clean, chasing behind as Nakai walked back into the office and reached for a brand new Haori. The pink one, one her father had gifted her not long before his macabre death. 

“I didn't hear much, just enough,” Celeste chuckled. “It is not surprising, you are the hardest person to please.”

She smirked as she allowed Celeste to place the garment over her bloody kimono, before she headed back to stand over her father. She gazed down at him, his black eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling, his mouth opened and petrified, much like he always forced hers to be. 

She laughed, a great, silly laugh. “Funny is all.”

She kicked his leg out of the way, his hideous crocodile boots splashed in the blood that pooled beneath his body. “Things go a little messy, though.” Sighing, she pinched the bridge of her nose. “Will the head of the Gojo clan show up this time?”

“Saturo Gojo is here, and he wishes to speak to you, privately, afterward.” Celeste answered, following like a lost puppy behind its master. “Don't worry about the mess, I'll take care of it. Will you speak to him this time, or will you have me do it?”   

A spark of hope shone in her eyes, but the sudden chuckle from Nakai made the smile on her own face disappear. "I will speak to him. In the meantime, I need you to find Geto for me, tell him I will support his cause."

Celeste seemed to stop, breathing only sightly.

"Support?"

She nodded, without responding, and allowed it to sink that this was the last moment she would ever spend in the presence of her father. His little girl, innocent, naive, Nakai, is at fault for his death. Closing her eyes, she breathed deep, searching for a silver string of regret. 

There was none.

Tick.

Tick.

Tick.

The sound broke the silence and it made her gag, repulsed, scratching from her insides and the vile she was forced to hold down in the back of her throat. “Celeste,” she called. “Hand me that.” She pointed to the golden watch on her father’s limp arm. 

Celeste did not hold for a moment. She kneeled down and pulled the handkerchief from her breast pocket, then reached for the shiny, date watch. 

Tick. 

Tick. 

Tick. 

Nakai placed it around her wrist, despite the anger surging from the pit of her stomach, she embraced it as her own. Once a little girl who admired the godly thing, now wore what her father most loved. It was a final ‘fuck you!’ to him, at least. She straightened her back and took a deep breath, then stroked long locks of black away from her face. 

In the peak of it all, with gentle pulls of her hair and the braid that formed behind her neck and caressed her back, Celeste watched her. Their relationship was often mistaken, but never by them. To Celeste, Nakai Tanako, daughter and heir of the Sacred Clan, was her beloved and trusted friend. 

To Nakai, however, Celeste was only her servant. 

A simple monkey at her command.

“What should I do with the body?” 

Her features were covered by the shadows of the cold room, but the smile on her face seeped through with a horrifying resplendor. “Don’t care,” her voice was too sweet as she began to walk out the office. “Leave him to rot. Erm, better yet…” she singsonged, “Feed him to those pigs in the Grand Room. Save the best for Gojo.” 

[amusingmusie]

Hello Musie! I hope you are doing well on this out of touch Thursday. Would you be comfortable with sharing what inspired you to begin writing? Do you have a muse of your own that inspires the way you build dynamics between your characters? I was curious if you had anything that you had outside of source material (ie Hazbin) that helped motivate you?

I've always loved to write, but always burned myself out before the ideas manifested into something more substantial than daydreams. You have inspired me to at least focus that energy into comments and questions! I just wanted to say that you have a fresh approach to building meaningful conflict between characters and developing background YT. You've got me researching New Orleans history so I can further the immersion as I read! I still cannot get over how fleshed out Nel is. I can absolutely go on, but yeah!

Thanks a million :)

Hello! Sorry I answered this so late (it's Monday for me whoops!). I can't lie, I got really excited to answer this so I can nerd the hell out and YAP PROFUSELY.

What inspired me to write- With every single piece of media consume, I immediately (and I mean immediately) begin to construct some kind of OC to throw into that universe, and Nel was no exception! I got very attached to human Alastor since one of my favorite things about Hazbin is the tradegy of the human lives the characters lived, and Alastor's death in particular seemed incredibly tragic (but deserved) that I ended up fixating on it. I think something I asked myself was "Goddamn, I wonder how people who knew him reacted to his end?". That, combined with how much I loved Al's dynamic with Husk/Vaggie (the sterner characters) birthed Nel pretty quickly after I watched the pilot.

I NEVER thought I'd post a fic. Like ever. I did not think I could do it. I've been writing for myself for years and I would write on the job (I was doing secretary work at the time), so this story slowly started building and building until I had the whole thing drafted. It wasn't going to be posted until I started casually going through the Al/reader tag and saw that there was BARELY any human Alastor. And I sorta thought weeeellll I guess I gotta be the change I wish to see, I've got the whole thing drafted, why not? I'll see how long I stick with it. The fandom was super dead at the time, so I figured my fic wouldn't be exposed to a lot of people anyway, so why not?

Then you insane (/pos) people got invested in my silly shit and I am still in fucking awe that everyone is so supportive!

As for other muses (heehee) that give me inspiration- READ DEAD REDEMPTION 2. I love the RDR series, I am obsessed with it, and I think the storytelling is so beautiful. The setting gave me a small amount of inspiration (the wilderness and the country, rugged characters) but mostly the impact of the story and writing has had a lot of influence on my creativity if that makes sense? The dialogue feels insanely natural, they use old-timey slang without it dominating the conversations, and the story flows deliciously. Like, the game has had a huge impact on my life and I think if I had half the effect on you guys with my fic as that had on me, I could die somewhat happily.

And finally, I'm glad my work has a bit of a motivator for you! I'm not the best at giving advice to get motivated to start writing (I live in hyperfixation hell), but what I can say is that when something sticks, nurture it :) Try writing for yourself and see what feels right first. You never know what it can turn into!

[vigilantdesert]

1, 13

Different Faces - Accepting

1. someone they fear

I don't want to play it off as though Urbosa has no fears - she absolutely does - but most of them are either ephemeral or natural disaster levels of fears. She had a few elders in her childhood that she feared, chiefly her philosophy tutor and the head of the guard at the time, the only woman she knew who was more stoic than her mother. Those fears dissolved as she grew older, as they often do, and as the major threat to her rule and kingdom was Ganon, she didn't really fear any other adults. In a strange sort of way, she came to fear her daughter, but only when she was pregnant. Her mother, Romah, had a very difficult pregnancy and birth, and Urbosa was petrified of dying and leaving her daughter an orphan.

13. someone they have conflicted feelings about

Easy shot here, but Roahm. I don't think anybody else in the world frustrates her quite the way he does, for a variety of reasons she will willingly admit vary in validity.

She really had issue with him from the first time they met, as she was immediately introduced as her best friend's fiance. She had made peace with the fact that she and Queen Zelda could never have a true relationship because of their station, but that didn't mean she wasn't overprotective of her best friend. When she met Roahm, he was stiff, dour, and serious to a fault. Standing next to the queen, a woman Urbosa knew to be a vivacious, well-humored woman, her immediate thought was that the queen's mother had set her daughter up for fear she was incapable of attracting her own husband, something Zelda repeatedly had to dissuade Urbosa from believing even after she knew it to be false. He did warm up a bit in court - he wasn't use to conducting himself in a manner befitting someone who had the entire country's scrutiny on him at all times - but he and Urbosa never warmed to each other. They were always civil, but it was a stretch to call them friends.

Stanna was in a much better position to befriend him, as the spouse of a ruler and someone who hadn't been raised in a noble family, and through her Urbosa was able to gain perspective.

If it hadn't been for the tradegy that befell Hyrule's royal family, she may even have befriended him properly.

Unfortunately, he withdrew even further with his wife's death. Urbosa couldn't help but blame Roahm somewhat for her assassination, as in Gerudo culture, a cereyan (the chieftain's wife) is responsible for command of the military and the royal guard. She knew that wasn't true for Hyruleans, but the expectation was always in the back of her mind. As a result, she distrusted his ability to protect the princess, and as her Godmother, there was nothing more important to her than the young Zelda's safety and upbringing.

They deeply disagreed on how Zelda ought to be raised, especially once the prophesy that predicted Calamity Ganon's return was handed down. She fully understood that Zelda would be responsible for saving her country, if not the entire world, but she also knew that overburdening a child was an excellent way to stall her growth. Her own command over electric was hereditary like Zelda's sealing power, so even though they didn't work exactly the same, she felt entitled to an opinion on how to awaken her powers and hone them once they were present. Roahm seldom entertained her suggestions, something she knew and resented both as the late queen's friend and as a political ally. When she was able to steal Zelda away for a few week's reprieve from her training under the guise of diplomatic recourse, she could see her grow more anxious over the years and it absolutely killed her.

With that said, she knew what Roahm was doing was of concern for the princess's well-being and fear for his country. She didn't approve of many of his political moves, but she knew where they came from and ultimately respected them and only spoke up if his decisions would direclty cause harm to her people.

In hindsight, the pair butted heads often, but they were always on the same side and respected each other for that, if nothing else. Zelda's wellbeing and the safety of their people were always top priority, and they could always set aside their differences to preserve that, if nothing else.

[automatismoateo]

Horrific tradegy stuck this year. Sister struggling with faith while our parents are being too faithful and being offended by morbid reality my sister and I now both share (I'm atheist) via /r/atheism

Horrific tradegy stuck this year. Sister struggling with faith while our parents are being too faithful and being offended by morbid reality my sister and I now both share (I'm atheist) t's our first Christmas without my brother in law. Earlier this year he suddenly collapsed and discovered that former skin cancer he took care of years ago came back. They were expecting a baby (suragote) later in the year. Had surgery but it wasn't enough. He pushed and was strong until the birth of my nephew and then straight decline. He passed within two weeks right before my dad's birthday. He was atheist. She was raised Catholic and has always been somewhat close to god. After all this I can see she is struggling with understanding why and is loosing that faith in god because why would a loving god poison your soulmate and leave you to raise your only child you'll ever have by yourself. She talks very morbid and is very depressed but knows she has to keep on going. While she does seem to be too morbid, I can understand where she is coming from. She is grasping the fact that we all die and that life can be cruel for no reason. Now our parents the other hand are still having faith and bombarding my sister with "it's okay it's gods plan" "god needed a angel and that's why he took him" "yes everyone dies but we all go to a better place". She is just fed up. She doesn't care about "gods plan" she just wants her husband and yet my parents clearly do not understand her grief. I tried to explain to them that no she is not okay with life right now but will be eventually and they took offense saying they are uncomfortable with her words and she is disrespectful for thinking that people just die cause they die. It's sad to see that when someone has endured such tradegy people choose to express their beliefs even if it goes against the person they are trying to support. Fuck religion. Submitted December 26, 2023 at 06:29AM by Tecnero (From Reddit https://ift.tt/MPi5bXQ)

[evilelitest2]

Why do Nazis even love Nietzsche? Isn't he the guy who said something akin to "only someone who is worthless person by himself would find pride in his country of origin" or something like this?

He also made fun of antisemitism, disliked Germany and wanted a version of the EU to emerge.  There is a reason why Nazis stan Nietzsche, but lets be honest here, most of them haven’t read Nietzsche, or maybe they read Will to Power and a few segments of Thus Spoke Zarathustra) so its not entirely Nietzsche fault that Nazis like him, they haven’t actually read him.  This is compounded by the fact that Nietzsche really loves to write super provocative statements whose meaning isn’t entirely clear out of context of his larger philosophy, so its super easy to read a Nietzsche quote and think its one thing when there are many quotes actually put it in a different perspective.  This isn’t helped by the fact that Nietzsche philosophy is deliberately contradictory and he likes saying statements that don’t match each other, which does make his point but does mean he is super easy to quote to support your position, which is gold to Neo Nazis.  

So most of this is Nazis not understanding the things that they like (I mean a lot of Nazis liked Tolkien) but its not just that, Nietzsche is kinda special because he was co-opted by them during his life time, and Hitler personally was attached to his writings so lets talk about specifics in Nietzschian world view that Naizs find attractive ( @afriendtokilltime you might want in on this) 

1) An interest in violence

Nietzsche himself as far as I know, never did a violence, he mostly just stayed home and played video games, but he is super into violence as an aesthetic, he finds violence fascinating and he thinks that pacifist or non violent moral worldviews are hypocritical, sentimental, and pathetic.  And unlike most people who dismiss pacifism, whose critiques tend to be super easy to dismiss, Nietzsche is one of the like 3 philosophers ever who have actually managed to argue in favor of violence in a way that is at least compelling.  Possibly because he didn’t do violence, he just watched Hellraiser 83 times in a row, so he is approaching the subject more philosophically.

Problem is that Nazis LOVE violence, and are basically a violence worshiping death cult that prefer murder to sex (Umberto Eco was right) so their is a logic to them loving Nietzsche 

2) Fetishization of force.  Nietzsche is really into power and specifically the aesthetics of power, which explains both his popularity with teenage boys and Fascists.  Now that isn’t inherently wrong in itself, there are are ways to appreciate force and power that doesn't necessarily lead to fascism but Fascists LOVE this shit. 

3) A fixation on Will.  Nietzsche is really into the notion of will and the power of the human spirit in overcoming adversity, and its relationship to fate, with this notion of human will power overcoming obstacles, even those of a cosmic nature.  This can be a very interesting theme on its own, if you’ve ever read the manga berserk that is super Neitzsche in design, it kinda servers as a primer on Neitzsche philosophy.  Fascists don’t take this idea as far as Nietzsche does, with their love of conformity and authoritarianism, but they do love the notion of WILL and the “Great Man”.  This is made worse because both Fascists and Nietzsche define themselves by conflict 

4) Romanticism.  I can write a whole essay on the influence of Romanticism on fascism, but Nietzsche, while not a romantic, is clearly influenced by it. Nietzsche would eventually back down on, but there is a reason why he  was super into Wagner before eventually being like “wow fuck that guy” 

5) Hatred of Modernity.  Nietzsche wasn’t impressed with the modern day  world, far prefering the Ancient Greeks, though he wasn’t as much of a conservative as some he had a reactionary disposition even if he is actual world view was more complicated than just reactionary posing  

6) Hatred of Christianity and sympathy for Paganism, which aren’t fascist beliefs in themselves but will win you points with a lot of fascists 

7) Dismissal of Democracy.  

8) Disbelief in human equality.  Nietzsche doesn’t believe people are equal or even have equal rights, he thinks most people are sheep except for a few exceptional individuals.  This would be corrupted into Nazism and Objectivism both of which I think Nietzsche himself would find abhorrent and stupid  

9) because he watched Fight Club too many times, Nietzsche is really into Machismo and not that into women. There is a lot of masculinity focus in his work which is basically the gateway drug to fascism is problems with women and focus on macho culture

10) He has a very...Neo Classical fixation which Fascists also like, though so do liberals.  

11) Finally, Nietzsche rejects most forms of morality, thinking them hypocritical and mostly followed out of peer pressure rather than true ideals.  Fascists like his rejection of conventional morals, though unlike him they still stick to their own nonsensical ethic structures.  

So there are some similarities but lets not go too far.  Despite sharing a lot of assumptions, Nietzsche was hyper individualist, anti militarist, anti nationalism, rather ashamed of being german, he didn’t like patriotic attitudes and valued art more than anything.  Also  Nietzsche, while having some issues with jews was not as anti Jewish as you’d expect from a German in the late 19th century.  Even his attitudes towards women got less shitty as he grew older.  

Finally its important to understand, Nietzshche is basically the most intelligent 15 year old boy in history, who eventually morphs into a 16 year old boy.  SO he is really creative, has lots of interesting ideas, he has a ton of interesting perspectives and is probably the best writer of all the philosophers  but like...he is also a 15 year old boy at heart.  

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

           Dakota Kim, a 26 year old son of Centeotl.            He is the owner of Honeypot.

FC NAME/GROUP: Cho Seungyoun, a.k.a WOODZ, soloist CHARACTER NAME: Dakota Valeria Ruiz Kim AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 26yrs. Young, 30th December, 1995 PLACE OF BIRTH: Los Angeles, California OCCUPATION: Owner of Honeypot Brewery & Tapas HEIGHT: 182.88 cm/ 6’0 WEIGHT: 68kg/150 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: Interior palm of left hand marked with tally marks totally to five, several ear piercings, left side labret on the lower lip, tongue piercing, frenum piercing, and a healthy littering of tattoos (including one on inside of bottom lip)

PERSONALITY: At one point of his younger years people would consider Dakota as vibrant, giving and altogether a fun individual to be around. He had a knack for easing people through their worries with food, good conversation, and careful attention to their needs and was nearly always involved in the community in some way. Dakota’s life in Mount Phoenix was colorful and despite an internal struggle with the monster that is depression, he seemed happy.

   Tradegy loves it’s ruin though and it wrapped cruel arms around the youth’s life with a jilted marriage proposal, a new flame, a deeper depression and then drama when old and new flame met. The result left the youth shell shocked and more quiet before his departure from the island. Now, over a year later, he returns and we see how the demigod has changed into a man.

HISTORY: For some people the streets of L. A are a dream- busy with the wanderings of foreigners and locals, rich and poor alike. For others, they are the hub of business, and for others still, they are a home in themselves. For ‘Ornah’ they are all of that and so much more. They are the roads that lead to bigger and better spaces, the winding connections and traffic jams of relationships of all kinds. They are his business and his business is making his way through them day and night either in his casual garb or the excess of the fancy clothes that he gets to keep from random generous photographers when he does a shoot or two. They’re the home that he can rely on when the one he was left in fell apart and he walks them with the greatest pride that a true Californian does.

   It’s on these streets that Ornah makes his living by selling odds and ends. He’s got no shame in his position, frequently bouncing from place to place but remaining in the city and neighborhoods that make him feel like family. As he grows and the world becomes a bit more clued into things that coexist alongside humans, rumors of safe havens spread. Dakota doesn’t pay them much mind at first rolling it off his shoulders. But as more and more gods and demigods start to crop up from around the world he starts to pay attention. So there were others like him- others that might know what it’s like to not entirely understand how things “just happen”. Soon enough he meets, befriends and even takes jobs with gods and demigods like himself.

   Why not go away to one of those safe havens? The idea gets more and more interesting as each day rolls by, but it takes an incident with a certain god to make the haughty young demigod finally decide to go to one he heard most mentioned. Mount Phoenix, or as they called in the streets, La isla de los dioses.

If there was anywhere that the god Kota was looking for it would be there. And he had more than a few bones to pick on arrival.

Years Later

   The letter is crushed to his chest and it does nothing but seem to amplify the drumming of his heart. He had thought he had left everything behind, let the dust of time slowly settle over memories until he’s not even sure they are real anymore of that place. Dakota had slipped beyond the veil that separates the mortal space and Mount Phoenix and thought he had molded into a happy life. Yet, when he lay awake at night, he can feel it. That something is right. Some part of him isn’t fulfilled and is left to wonder, what if?

  Now all those questions that keep his tongue like lead in his mouth and the smile from fully reaching his eyes stand a chance to be answered. The edges of the letter he cradles to him cut into his skin and remind him that this moment is real. He could run. He could learn what’s been itching at the back of his mind for years.

  He could run…… and so …. He does. Right back to Mount Phoenix because for once, he has cause to look back.

PANTHEON: Mayan CHILD OF: Centotl - God of Maize POWERS:

*The gift of the harvest; he can grow corn from any soil, naturally talented chef; can learn to craft any dish in a matter of minutes and is able to create dishes using minimal ingredients,

*Gift of Dance; as customary for the harvest of the corn there is a celebratory and ritual dance, the moves have altered with the times but the intensity of the dance causes the harvest to spring forth greater, and much more filling.

 STRENGTHS:

*Quick-witted

* Generous (esp. To the hungry)

* Brave

* Severely and unapologetically opinionated, especially about the respect that women deserve.

* Polyglot

WEAKNESSES:

*Swears so much it could make a sailor blush

* Quick-tempered when confronted & holds grudges

* Blunt to a fault.

* Very good liar (says “I’m fine.” more than he should when he’s not)

*Smoker with expensive taste in tobacco.

[sunder-the-gold]

Take 2 on [Arknights] enemy-force composition through the lens of [Magic: The Gathering] Colors

Link to the first post. Covers enemy forces in Episodes 1-6 and all events before "Who Is Real?"

Patriot's Guerillas (Episode 7: "Birth of Tradegy")

I hadn't faced Patriot's "Aegis of the Infected" before I wrote the last one. At the time, people told me they would be White/Red.

No, they're very thoroughly White. Sure, they seem aggressive, but in a tower defense game all enemies will seem aggressive, because they're literally the attacking side. The difference is in how they aggress.

Patriot's forces have the typical weenie units everyone initially throws at each other first, but except for the dogs and the Shieldguards, all of Patriot's guerrillas gain specific and dangerous advantages the moment that a Herald arrives to provide them with their customary organization and coordination, in addition to the Herald's global inspiration effect.

And while the Shieldguards don't gain a specific power-up, that's because they ARE the specific power-up for the whole team. They draw fire away from both the frontlines and the vulnerable and vital Heralds, doing everything they can to maintain the working order of the whole.

White is also one of the better Colors for aerial support, and Patriot commands a number of paratroopers ready to drop behind enemy lines.

Where you might begin to argue any other Color is in regards to Patriot himself, his Sarkaz Altars, and his Sarkaz Guerillas who rely more on their brute strength and Arts than on modern equipment or tactics. The Sarkaz Guerilla Fighters and Casters both know how to protect themselves from the Altars and draw strength from them, making the Altar zones especially dangerous to their enemies who wither under the pulse waves.

But to me, that all seems possible within the bounds of White. As a defensive Color, White knows how to punish others for transgressing its territory.

Ursus Imperial Army (Episode 8: "Roaring Flare")

Thoroughly Red. Their military organization and discipline seems rather loose, as none of the units support each other or take real advantage of the openings or opportunities provided by their fellows. They simply seek to crush with personal strength and sheer numbers, without much regard or any real counter for enemy tricks like FrostNova's Originium Ice Crystals or Patriot's Sarkaz Altars.

Their disorganization is also seen in how they'll opportunistically attack harmless targets (like fleeing civilians) rather than actual threats, and how they'll be herded by roadblocks.

The most coordination or cooperation (White) seems to come from the Artillery Corps. Ironically for the most destructive force, their spotter drones and artillery strikes offer the most aid to the soldiers on the ground by creating safe zones where enemies dare not approach and attack Ursus infantry.

Talulah/Kaschey fits right into the Ursus forces. Both puppet and puppeteer, both ally and enemy... there's no real cooperation or unity, there's only self-interest briefly working in the same direction.

Dusk and the Ink Spirits ("Who is Real?")

"Who Is Real?" is a Blue horror show.

As an illusionist who fights primarily by trapping people within fantasy worlds and attacking them with their worst fears and regrets, Dusk herself is thoroughly Blue.

Then there's her Ink Spirits. Normally, Blue is the least creature-focused Color, preferring to rely on spells. But when fighting Dusk, you're already caught within her spell, and the sheer number and strength of the Ink Spirits is really the least of your problems.

The Ink Spirits have a number of ways to screw with you. At first it seems like the earliest and weakest Ink Spirits are weak, since you can use Dusk's own environment against them, but this is a trap.

Once Dusk tricks you into using the ying/yang zones of her painted world, she unleashes the stronger Ink Spirits which are designed to fuck with you. Those that specifically focus-fire on opposite-attribute targets, those that inflict greater damage against opposite-attribute targets, those that can only be blocked by the same attribute, and those that can flip attributes on their heads so that what seems like a winning scenario becomes a total defeat.

Of course, even if you outsmart and beat her monsters, you're still trapped in her illusion, which was the real threat the whole time.

Sargonian Redmark Assassins ("Originium Dust")

In my opinion, the Redmark assassins and the sandstorms are a single enemy, since at least some of the assassins are native to the region. Indeed, the Eradicators are explicitly and thoroughly specialized for operating in the sandstorms.

The Infiltrators, by contrast, could be foreigners or assassins who travel beyond Sargon -- their holographic decoy technology is explicitly Columbian, but they didn't necessary need to come from there or go there to buy it. Regardless, the Sandstorm slows the Infiltrators down but doesn't otherwise harm them.

Altogether, they seem Blue to me. The sandstorms reflect a sort of battlefield control and denial that Blue spells could achieve, and which definitely reflect Blue's reliance on spells over creatures. The Eradicators are invisible within the storm and the Infiltrators hide behind illusions, which are both very Blue. The Eraditor's ability to instantly delete any Operator or bomb deployed out in the open could almost be considered part of Blue's banishment/unsummoning spells.

The irony that Blue is normally associated with water and oceans rather than landlocked deserts just goes to show that a Color should be more than its environmental trappings.

Originiutants ("Originium Dust")

The Originiutants are a simultaneous but separate force from the Redmark Assassins. They're not native, not natural, and make no real use of the sandstorm, nor do they interact with the sand-barrier walls.

Most of what we fight are creatures or corpses puppetted by parasites, used as meatshields and discarded as soon as they die, with the parasites trying to flee to safety. And both puppets and parasites are thoroughly weak.

The diseased horde is Black, whose cheapest creatures tend to be weak sacrifices, and whose strongest tend to come with high costs.

The strongest Originiutants -- the ones actually called Originiutants, neither puppet nor parasite -- are the rarest ones encountered. Of course the strongest are the rarest, but even by that metric, the true Originiutants are rare. There's basically only one stage that features many of them, and they don't appear at all in the boss fight. They were simply too expensive to make, even for a monster who gladly resorted to human sacrifice.

The Essence of Evolution either killed its creator unexpectedly or required him to die to become the threat we actually faced, and that definitely fits Black's M.O. of sacrifice for power. It's constantly spawning parasites to make more zombie slaves, it spams waves of extinction energy, and in its own efforts to make itself stronger and invulnerable (tearing itself apart and putting itself back together without regard for nature), it ends up sacrificing its own life for transient power. A self-consuming, self-defeating abomination.

Rhodes Island ("Arknights")

Someone asked me to categorize Rhodes Island, and initially I politely refused, on the grounds that Rhodes Island doesn’t have faceless classes of Operator like the enemy factions do.

But, if one were to try to see Rhodes Island from the outside, and homogenize its Operators into a collection of faceless units…

Kal'stit, Amiya, and the Doctor are all loathe to throw away the lives of their Operators to achieve their goals, and the Doctor in particular is supposed to be a tactical genius who can figure out how to make a bunch of weenies work together to become greater than the sum of their parts. So, there’s a lot of White.

As a pharmaceutical company, Rhodes Island also attracts people who practice healing Arts, which is also White.

On the other hand, most of Rhodes Island combat Operators are Infected, either because Rhodes Island is the only place they can call home or because fighting for Rhodes Island is the only way they can pay for treatment. Together with the fact that some of them are badly Infected, and some will abuse their Infections to gain power at the cost of their lives for the sake of protecting Rhodes Island, and…

Well, rather than representing Black, that just might play into some of the more uncomfortable parts of White, such as martyrdom effects. No one is being sacrificed for anyone’s personal gain as with Black (Amiya very explicitly orders her Operators not to sacrifice themselves for The Cause), but rather the harsh realities and self-sacrifice are about individuals bowing to the needs of the community (Frostleaf nearly killing herself to protect everyone from FrostNova).

So, appropriately for an organization that hearkens to the Order of the Knights Hospitaller, we’re probably looking at a predominantly White organization.

In general, Green would be the largest supporting Color (for community, healing, strong Elite Operators, and virtually no air support).

Other Colors would step in depending on which internal faction of Rhodes Island (Followers, Mudrock Squadron, Sweepers) takes the field, or which of their allies (Glasgow Gang, Penguin Logistics, Blacksteel Works, Kingswand, Abyssal Hunters) are present.

[gellavonhamster]

No, but that hug between Agnes and Silja, though. The time they spend together in the post-apocalyptic future is the only time they have together (and we don’t even know how much time it is, with both of them having to perform tasks for Adam). Agnes only knows her mother as a girl who hasn’t had her or her brother yet, hasn’t even met their father yet. Silja only knows her daughter as a grown woman, already a mother herself. And they both know (at least Agnes definitely does) that Silja is going to die giving birth to Agnes. And yet there’s so much tenderness in that hug. So much of Dark is about the tradegy of people not being able to stay with their loved ones, especially with their family. So much, if not all of it.

[holly-natnicole]

That's why Sora being the heroic Protagonist for most of the K.H. videogames works so well. The sadness and tradegy hits hard coz Sora is usually a cheerful, happy kid who simply wants to hang out with his friends and is excited to befriend new people. If Sora (or, in K.H.:Birth by Sleep's case, Aqua) was some angsty brooder most of the time, none of the bittersweet endings would have felt impactful; it all woulda been Heart-crushing.

You ever think about in almost every kingdom hearts game, it's a sad or bittersweet ending? Like pretty much every game ends on a low note. The characters are lost, or away from their friends, or just straight up die.

Kingdom Hearts is such a sad, tragic story.

[ofwondersandhares]

Hush little children, don’t say a word...

       .... what you are about to witness will be quite absurd.

* * *

What was the beginning of any story? Tradegy and hardships, adventures and romance, trials and tribulations, the strong survived and the weak perished. Sean had seen his share, his life, up until that point, had been through all of those things. Heartbreak, dangers whispered that had seemed unbelievable. He was a Wonderlandian after all, the magic coursed through his veins since birth. But everything he had done, everything he had been through, it almost seemed worth it now.

        .... now that he had a family, now that he had HIM. 

Almost. 

   No. Not almost.

              It simply WAS.

A lot had happened to bring them to the point they were at now. From the day Seti was perched in a tree with an arrow aimed at his heart, to the day he told Seti that he had loved him, to the day Seti turned into a woman, had a child, eventually killed him - well, it was just a part of who they were, it was just a bit a part of their story, to their marriage, Julian’s birth, and now raising their boy together. Life, dare he say it or even think it, was almost perfect.

Sean had been deep in slumber, those very thoughts racing through his head, bringing a smile to his face even as he slept. In his sleep he had mumbled, rolling over and reaching an arm to rest against Seti’s body and pull him closer. Only when he reached out his eyes had opened to nobody in the bed beside him. 

--- it really wasn’t like Seti to be up before him, and it really wasn’t like Sean to have a sudden foreboden feeling creep up his stomach and cease around his throat. “Seti?” His name. Two syllables, one word, Sean could hear the uncertainity, the fear and the worry in his own voice.

--- where had his lover gone?

[worldsmostdangerous-archived]

// a new verse:

//v;fantasy (temporary tag)

Long explanation, because this is a completely open verse:

Realm: Similar to Skyrim, Witcher, Lord of the Rings and The Kingkiller Chronicle, including a large variety of races like humans, elves, sorcerers, witches, orcs, dwarfs, nagas, ghouls, different reptile based races, werewolves - almost anything you can find in folklore, except vampires or creatures similar to vampires.

A sorcerer, Delilah, slept with Garp, the god of strength and mischief, and became pregnant. The pregnancy lasted unnaturally long and after 31 months she gave birth to a creature the world had never seen before; a scaly black and red egg, like one that an impossibly large bird would have. Three months later the egg hatched and a black spiky body, tail, wings and green eyes, the size of an adult cat, was revealed.

At four months the baby shifted into a half form with more resemblance to a human. At six months it breathed fire for the first time. The people around them shunned and threatened Delilah and the newborn, thinking it’s a demon. For the safety of her son, she left people and civilization, and hid away. Few places were secure from monster hunters, though, and before long Delilah got wounded gravely during an escape. Her wounds healed, miraculously so, and she realized that she had become immortal, courtesy of her child’s divine father.

As years passed by, the child, whom she named Dragon, grew. She was alarmed at first at the slow pace, but eventually understood that, considering her own state, her child also most likely would have a long lifespan. It made sense for his growth to be slow. His appetite, being that of a growing child, was incessant, and he needed larger prey than a single area could provide. Thus, they kept moving around, never settling for long in one place.

One day a group of patrolling soldiers saw Delilah, and having heard the reports of her and her child potentially being in the area, they attacked her. Taken by surprise, Delilah was late to react and blood was drawn. Although she couldn’t die, and Dragon knew this, just seeing what happened made him rip three of the soldier’s heads off, chasing down two others, with one managing to get away before he rushed to his mother’s side.

The surviving soldier returned to the capital, bringing horrible news. Traumatized by having seen his friends’ fate, he exaggerated the creature to have eaten them. The king, outraged, wanted to sent out his army but was discouraged from doing so by his court sorcerer who convinced him to end the menace of the creature once and for all. Ambitious, the king gathered a task force that was set out to hunt the creature, and kill it. Because of complications, and the interference of Delilah, the hunters failed in their mission, but captured Delilah instead. They brought her to the kingdom, in secret, in the hopes of setting up a trap for Dragon that would turn the fighting in their favour.

Dragon raided the capital, killing half of the population and military forces by 70 percent in search for his mother. Eventually she broke free, instantly calming down her son. This event came to be known as the Tradegy of the Nalfheim Kingdom, with the creature and the sorcerer painted as the villains.

Dragon reached the age of maturity at 70 years old, getting his first rut the same year. Because no others of his kind existed, he went for other species. Many of the female ones bore him offspring, the number rising the more the years went by.

Now, almost three thousand years later, those offspring have become the ancestors of fire breathing creatures with almost impenetrable skin and with the ability to fly. Monster hunters have only 50 years ago figured out methods to kill them, their numbers dwindling slowly day by day. These creatures came to be called as dragons, with the existence and stories of Dragon and his mother forming into legends that you tell your children.

With age Dragon matured and learnt self-restraint and began to sleep around less and less, growing tired of no one sincerely caring for him. They stopped wandering and settled into one of the highest mountains in the world, creating their home inside it and refraining to solitude. Sometimes, though, Dragon goes for a flight.

Dragons: the species

Description: 

Scales or spikes, no fur

Four legs, with sharp, long claws

There are different shapes and sizes of heads and necks but the tail is always long, suited for flying and defending

Any colour scheme. Rarely a dragon is one colour only. Eyes are green, red, yellow, golden, silver or violet

Two eyelids; a normal one and one that pulls in and out on the side opposite of the muzzle

Large bat-like wings with claws at the end of them

Some have spikes on their back, others less so

Some have horns

The older, the bigger. A 300 year old would be the size of three four room houses. The exception is Dragon, who is bigger than any dragon seen since

Because of their fire breathing ability, their body temperature is four times that of a human’s

Males are smaller than females

Two forms; a full dragon one, and a human one. In the human one they keep their complexion and eye colour, but gain large, odd pointy ears

Lifespan: 

120-300 years. At the start of their evolution some lived only 50-80 years. The only exception to this rule is Dragon, the first of his species, who is currently closer to a three thousand year old.

Diet:

Carnivores. Some subspecies eat fish, others larger animals like horses. Prefer mammals

Humans and other species similar to them have been rumoured to be part of their diet, but most often dragons only kill humans, not eat them. Eating humanoid creatures is incredibly rare

Dragons burn their prey before consuming them

Mating habits and reproduction:

Dragons reach maturity at age 45-65

Females go into heat once every 5 years, with males going into a rut at the same time

Mating season is usually September - January. In warm climate it’s May - July

Because of simultaneous heat cycle, females often clash with each other, and over the evolution of the species this has come to be considered part of the mating process. The prevailing female will not definitively win the favour of the male despite having been the strongest, and the male might choose to mate with one that lost

Mating can take up to 7 days, after which the nest is built by both. Gestation is 20 months, with 4-6 eggs being laid

The parents take turns incubating the eggs, and often heat them up with their breath

Eggs hatch after 4 months

The parents stay together until the offspring are 3 years old, after which the female leaves

Sometimes dragons bond for life

The children stay with their father 10-15 years before they leave the territory

Living environment:

Territorial

Males hold permanent territories, females wander most often

Dragons can be found in any corner of the world in any climate

Some species prefer ground level caves for their homes, others high mountains

There used to be water dragons, but the species has since evolved to earth only

Behaviour:

Most often active from late afternoon to midnight, sleep and rest the rest of the time

As sparse as any other species’ with no special inclination to any specific universal tendencies apart of the above

Mentioned because I feel this needs to be emphasized

[shondea]

      my heart is hellbound. / @guiltscorched gets raphita (CRIMSON FLOWER REMIX) for yuri

    does the earth tremble or is it simply the strength of your misery. you have never been much for graves. the dead are meant to rest. but you’ve been here for days now, perhaps you should find a new place to sleep besides curled up on papa’s grave. it feels weird to call him that, but your other parent has been firmly cemented as father.

       the bellow you let out is less a shriek and more of a wail. anguished and alone. the tradegy of both your blood lines weighing on your head like the crown you will never wear. areadbhar clutched tightly in your hands, less a scared lance more an anchor to this mortal coil. you do not remember your father, lost to time around your birth or so hubert has told you. who knows if that is the truth. 

         thick curls fall into your eyes as you slam the lance into the earth. a small part of your brain that sounds far too much jertiza reminds you that it is probably not best to disturb papa’s resting place. eyes shine with the blaiddyd crest and your own tears. ❝ who dares enter my resting place? ❞

          it’s not your space, that voice says again. you try to banish it to the back of your mind.

[ofwitchwolves]

james lafferty? no, that’s just hunter jeffcott you know, the 35 year old werewolf/witch. who’s been known to be athletic but forgetful. they’ve also been called the jock for those exact reasons. i heard that they were one of the survivors; but who knows how long that will last once everyone finds out that they have triggered their gene

Basics:  

full name: hunter andrew jeffcott

age : 35

date of birth : july 25th 1995

occupation :   sports coach

species : werewolf/witch hybrid

language(s) spoken : english, spanish

hair color : dark brown.  

eye color : green.

notable scars : n/a  

Personality:  

positive: athletic, strong.  

negative: abrasive, witholding.

moral alignment:  chaotic good.  

emotional stability:  stable.

alcohol use : regular.  

prone to violence? : occasionally.  

motivations : family

Relations:

mother: alice jeffcott ♱

father: mitchell jeffcott ♱

siblings:

devon jeffcott  (older brother) ♱

wife: summer jeffcott ♱

children:

james lewis jeffcott (15)

peyton summer jeffcott (9)

Bio. Hunter Andrew Jeffcott was born to Mitchell and Alice Jeffcott and the younger brother of Devon Jeffcott. His parent’s were both members of the Basroq werewolf pack and descendants of the original werewolves of the pack. As he grew up, he was a normal teen, but allowed time to study on his supernatural lineage and harness his magic. As he reached high school, he became what many would consider a typical jock and somewhat of a bully. It was only when he started to develop feelings for Kayleigh Doyle a year his senior that his attitude changed - to her atleast. It wasn’t long before it came to the attention of each other’s parents and as Kayleigh and Hunter were from different pacts, along with the fact Kayleigh’s parent’s thought Hunter was a tainted wolf because of his hybrid nature, that they were forbidden to see each other. As they continued to secretly meet, they grew closer but all of that was halted when Kayleigh’s family killed Hunter’s brother, Devon. Soon after Hunter distanced himself (despite still feeling immense feelings for Kayleigh) from her but kept an eye on her from a distance. When she was married off to Jake, Hunter too moved on and it wasn’t long before he met summer and the pair had soon conceived their first child. After their shotgun wedding everything seemed to be going smoothly and the couple welcomed another child into the family. however the happiness was short lived as  when their daughter was 3, Summer died from an aneurysm. This left Hunter to raise two young kids  with the help of his family. After several years, Hunter’s mother died and his father soon followed committing suicide not wishing to live without his wife. The fortune the family had was left solely to Hunter. Soon after the tradegies in his life, Kayleigh found her way back into his life., though it was through texts, emails and occasional secret calls. His protective nature over the female returned quickly as did the feeling that he never really recovered from. After hearing that Kayleigh had gone missing, he pointed the finger straight to Jake. One day whilst going to confront the male over the disappearance of his best friend, he found him with another woman - one Hunter recognised as a friend of Kayleigh. This enraged Hunter and after placing all the blame from Kayleigh’s disapperance on Jake and that Kayleigh deserved better than Jake, Hunter lost control of his magic and both Jake and his female companion were killed, triggering Hunter’s long supressed wolf gene. In an attempt to find Kayleigh, he hired a private detective to attempt to find her and was soon heading to Mystic Falls after hearing that she could have been there.

[mountphoenixrp]

We have a returning citizen in Mount Phoenix:

                       Dakota Kim, who is known by no other name,                                     a 26 year old son of Centeotl.                      He is the owner of Honeypot Brewery & Tapas.

FC NAME/GROUP:  Cho Seungyoun, a.k.a WOODZ, soloist CHARACTER NAME: Dakota Valeria Ruiz Kim AGE/DATE OF BIRTH: 26yrs. Young, 30th December, 1995 PLACE OF BIRTH: Los Angeles, California OCCUPATION: Owner of Honeypot Brewery & Tapas HEIGHT: 182.88 cm/ 6’0 WEIGHT: 68kg/150 lbs DEFINING FEATURES: Interior palm of left hand marked with tally marks totally to five, several ear piercings, left side labret on the lower lip, tongue piercing, frenum piercing, and a healthy littering of tattoos (including one on inside of bottom lip)

PERSONALITY:  At one point of his younger years people would consider Dakota as vibrant, giving and altogether a fun individual to be around. He had a knack for easing people through their worries with food, good conversation, and careful attention to their needs and was nearly always involved in the community in some way. Dakota’s life in Mount Phoenix was colorful and despite an internal struggle with the monster that is depression, he seemed happy.   

Tradegy loves it’s ruin though and it wrapped cruel arms around the youth’s life with a jilted marriage proposal, a new flame, a deeper depression and then drama when old and new flame met. The result left the youth shell shocked and more quiet before his departure from the island. Now, over a year later, he returns and we see how the demigod has changed into a man.

HISTORY:  For some people the streets of L. A are a dream- busy with the wanderings of foreigners and locals, rich and poor alike. For others, they are the hub of business, and for others still, they are a home in themselves. For ‘Ornah’ they are all of that and so much more. They are the roads that lead to bigger and better spaces, the winding connections and traffic jams of relationships of all kinds. They are his business and his business is making his way through them day and night either in his casual garb or the excess of the fancy clothes that he gets to keep from random generous photographers when he does a shoot or two. They’re the home that he can rely on when the one he was left in fell apart and he walks them with the greatest pride that a true Californian does.

   It’s on these streets that Ornah makes his living by selling odds and ends. He’s got no shame in his position, frequently bouncing from place to place but remaining in the city and neighborhoods that make him feel like family. As he grows and the world becomes a bit more clued into things that coexist alongside humans, rumors of safe havens spread. Dakota doesn’t pay them much mind at first rolling it off his shoulders. But as more and more gods and demigods start to crop up from around the world he starts to pay attention. So there were others like him- others that might know what it’s like to not entirely understand how things “just happen”. Soon enough he meets, befriends and even takes jobs with gods and demigods like himself.

   Why not go away to one of those safe havens? The idea gets more and more interesting as each day rolls by, but it takes an incident with a certain god to make the haughty young demigod finally decide to go to one he heard most mentioned. Mount Phoenix, or as they called in the streets, La isla de los dioses.

If there was anywhere that the god Kota was looking for it would be there. And he had more than a few bones to pick on arrival.

 Years Later

   The letter is crushed to his chest and it does nothing but seem to amplify the drumming of his heart. He had thought he had left everything behind, let the dust of time slowly settle over memories until he’s not even sure they are real anymore of that place. Dakota had slipped beyond the veil that separates the mortal space and Mount Phoenix and thought he had molded into a happy life. Yet, when he lay awake at night, he can feel it. That something is right. Some part of him isn’t fulfilled and is left to wonder, what if?   Now all those questions that keep his tongue like lead in his mouth and the smile from fully reaching his eyes stand a chance to be answered. The edges of the letter he cradles to him cut into his skin and remind him that this moment is real. He could run. He could learn what’s been itching at the back of his mind for years.

  He could run…… and so …. He does. Right back to Mount Phoenix because for once, he has cause to look back.

 PANTHEON: Mayan CHILD OF: Centotl - God of Maize POWERS:

The gift of the harvest; he can grow corn from any soil, naturally talented chef; can learn to craft any dish in a matter of minutes and is able to create dishes using minimal ingredients,

Gift of Dance; as customary for the harvest of the corn there is a celebratory and ritual dance, the moves have altered with the times but the intensity of the dance causes the harvest to spring forth greater, and much more filling.

 STRENGTHS:

Quick-witted

Generous (esp. To the hungry)

Brave

Severely and unapologetically opinionated, especially about the respect that women deserve.

Polyglot

WEAKNESSES:

Swears so much it could make a sailor blush

Quick-tempered when confronted & holds grudges * Blunt to a fault.

Very good liar (says “I’m fine.” more than he should when he’s not)

Smoker with expensive taste in tobacco.