#blame Corvus

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

Decided to do Lilith's relationships with her father:

I imagine it's fairly good, especially on the surface, but beneath Lilith tends to feel like she can never amount to what her father is, so she doesn't even try to. She knows she can't be perfect like him, and she hates that people expect her to be, even Sanguinius though he's more subconscious about it.

Before Sanguinius was found, I imagine she had a fairly good relationship with him. She knows she is very much loved by him and definitely was taught how to hunt. I imagine the issue was the fact she needs blood and before being found Sanguinius didn't truly teach her that it was bad, that it was simply just a part of her. The problem came when he saw the revenant legion after the Emperor came.

That was when it began to change and for awhile in her early teens Lilith had a bit of delayed puberty as a result of her diet being somewhat fucked by the fact she just wanted to make her dad happy, and tried to suppress her hunger because she hated seeing the look in his eye when she fed or spoke of it. A look that he hadn't had before. Suffice to say it didn't work great for her, and she nearly killed someone after being hungry for nearly a week. This was also when more of her feathers were coming in and she started getting weird looks for it.

I imagine that Sanguinius eventually caught on and felt horrible for making her feel that she had to repress her hunger to make him happy. During her teens it was likely difficult because she saw how regular people outside of the Blood interact with her father and seeing how they all saw him as being perfect, it often made her own issues worse. Especially when she was in her 'ugly' stage and had feathers that hadn't fully come in yet, and she had that awkward gangly teen look because she had a massive growth spurt and hadn't filled out yet.

So que her feeling hideous next to him due to how he was perceived. It's likely a few of her 'big' brothers helped her during this time and were the ones to tell Sanguinius how Lilith was truly feeling because you bet your ass Lilith inherited her dad's awful habit of just repressing shit. This has result in Lilith blowing up at her father a few times in tears when he tried to get her to talk to him. This is also how they found out she was a pysker because she accidentally set fire to a tapestry.

In her late teens she starts to get the same otherworldly beauty that her father has, and has her feathers properly come in. By this point her relationship is better with Sanguinius, mainly because the two idiots were sat down by either Fulgrim, or Jaghatai and taught how to effectively communicate. Jagh also does wonders for her self esteem by teaching her that it's okay that she's not perfect and is the sole reason why she's not constantly striving to be perfect like her father.

The fact she's not a huge fan of Karash can sometimes make her father and her butt heads, but Lilith insists that she's only taking from those willing. (She is, the fact those blood thralls are all women is vastly unrelated). She'll drink the stuff, especially if she knows they're gonna be in the warp for awhile or she's going to be with her uncles for awhile she'll drink it. Largely prefers not to. Doesn't bother around Konrad, because Konrad frankly encourages it.

I imagine as a young adult, she has a fairly good relationship curtsy of her uncles realizing that the both of them are horrible at admitting their emotions and deciding to intervene. Loved him greatly, though she was spared the black rage. Instead after Sanguinius' death, Lilith permanently cries blood instead of water. Suggested to be her taking the sorrow of all the lives lost and the betrayal the heresy left behind.

Dead Father in the warp and current old lady Lilith that doesn't look older then thirty five, have a pretty good relationship though Sanguinius, despite being dead, sometimes is concerned about her methods. Lilith denies any and all lessons from Konrad. Konrad's spirit begs to differ and is immensely proud that she has learned the fine art of carving bones.

[badendinggamer]

Corvus And The Others Trying To Contact Echo From The Dead:

Also yes we got a new character here Rocky

Im still working on all the others, I'll be introducing him properly when I do part 2 of my next gen sprunki info dump (just know he's a coyote, or at least based of one)

Also some design got some minor changes (most are barely noticeable tho)

That's all for now-

[jemichiart]

A clever trickster or an ill omen, ravens have always left a strong impression on human imagination. I've had ravens hidden in the background of my art many times, but it was about time to make a proper illustration of one. ^^

If you'd like to have this black bird as your companion, this artwork is available as many kinds of prints and items on: https://www.redbubble.com/shop/ap/158962509

[raayllum]

Sometimes it hits just how tonally different The Dragon Prince is from virtually every other kids show on TV and I lose my mind. I'd argue something like Infinity Train gets closest with its emphasis on psychological horror and morality, or even Transformers: Prime (if you know, you know) with its severe focus on war (aka one of the more lowkey episodes is a main character having a suicide bomb forcibly strapped to their chest). Steven Universe Future and Jurassic World: Camp Cretaeceous/Chaos Theory are also probably honourable mentions.

All of these shows have mature content in them, which isn't different from more popular shows like Owl House, She-Ra, or even ATLA, but often times in aforementioned three that content is presented in lighter ways and/or interrupted by bathos (this is true for She-Ra in particular). Most of TOH's heaviness is reserved for S2 Hunter or S3 Luz; ATLA has some episodes that particularly emotionally heavy (The Southern Raiders, Zuko Alone, the Southern Air Temple) or are quite hitting in exploring themes of colonization (Imprisoned, City of Walls and Secrets, Northern Air Temple), but a good deal, I'd say even the majority, are also pretty fun shenanigans, too. To be clear as well, a lighter tone is not a Problem never mind a negative (ATLA has a very strong thematic point to its own about the sanctity of children and childhood amid the horrors of how imperialism strips it away), but it is a tonal difference.

And it's not as though TDP doesn't have episodes where there are fun shenanigans (Callum and Rayla's initial exploration of Xadia in 3x02 is nothing but fluff, Soren and Corvus are a more gay comedic duo in 6x02) but the series more or less operates like "What if every episode was The Southern Raiders?" due to its consistent emphasis on grief and morality. They use words like kill and death and murder all the time.

From the pilot / opening episodes

and to when characters are having breakdowns because they murdered someone (and we're still supposed to like them) or have done horrible things, with the show's heaviness ramping up particularly from S4 onwards.

When loved ones die (and the show has a body count of 20+ named characters who have died, six seasons in, some even being children) the show depicts mourning in all its stages and ugly glory. The sadness, the anger, the revenge, the desperation, shifting blame and cognitive dissonances, thinking you had moved on only for that wound (which never fully healed) to be ripped wide open again.

Characters get tortured by being electrocuted or having their blood frozen in their veins or beaten up (5x08). There are successful assassination attempts (1x03, 3x02). People, even children younger than the main cast of characters, are put on trial with the death penalty (4x06, 6x09). Within the first three episodes, a character is running down stairs and tripping over dead bodies.

Sometimes three different characters in one episode will be having a breakdown or dealing with something absolutely devastating to their emotional state (2x08, 3x07, 6x01, 6x09, 7x01). The magic system is a trolley problem on steroids. Do you kill a monster to feed starving kingdoms, or to save yourself, or to save someone you love? What makes it a monster? What if the monster isn't a monster? What if you have to kill a child? What if it means killing your child? What if it means killing yourself?

There are two characters who canonically have cannibalized other people, one being a blood-drinker / vampire variant.

This doesn't mean the show isn't fun or funny. One character consistently thinks bathroom humour is funny (while being one of the most tragic characters in the entire show). The characters cheer each other up, take care of each other, are goofy, etc. The show is ultimately hopeful.

But the emotional weight afforded to the choices the characters are making, even good-intentioned ones with unforeseen disastrous consequences, the way show focuses on their emotional processing (or lack of) is very unique in the landscape of western animation, especially to this degree, I think. Never mind the increasing amounts of blood. Nor does this make the show inappropriate for children! Tiny me was morbid as fuck at 7 years old, I would've loved it, and I know many kids from ages 7-12 who do in my work as a tutor. But when people say "TDP isn't like most kids shows," I think what that means is sometimes lost in translation in conflating it with what people usually say aren't 'just kids shows,' when TDP... really, really isn't.

The show begins with assassins sent by a grieving mother to execute a father and his child in revenge for the father killing her partner and child, and it never lets you forget it.

[hashiruchan]

Headcanon: What subjects would Primarchs teach in high school?

(Based on subjects I had in high school or am familiar with)

This is my first Warhammer 40k headcanon, I hope you like it :'3 It comes with some quick sketches

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Roboute Guilliman – Economics/Business Administration He is usually strict because it is his duty but he helps his students from time to time, everyone loves him

Vulkan – Civics and Ethics His class focuses on kindness, responsibility, and community service. Everyone gets an A, but he expects you to do your best.

Konrad Curze – Student Supervisor (Hall Supervisor/Dean of Students) No one dares break the rules when he is around. His office is dimly lit and no one knows how he always catches the students before they even think about misbehaving. What could you expect from the Night Haunter?

Corvus Corax – Physics He would make any class interesting, he is sad to fail students and he loves them like they are his children

Lorgar – Religious Studies Somehow, every lesson becomes a sermon and 20 ways to pray to the Emperor

Mortarion – Chemistry The lab always smells funny. An expert in handling toxic gases, the students suspect he is immune to all dangerous substances. Strict

Leman Russ – Physical Education "You're not tired! You're just weak! Keep running!" Gym class is less about fitness and more about survival.

Fulgrim – Philosophy Every discussion ends with an impassioned monologue and the students leave questioning their entire existence thinking what perfection really is. Typical handsome but ruthless teacher

Perturabo – Workshop The assignments are almost impossible. If your project isn't reinforced with adamantium and designed to withstand artillery fire, it's not good enough.

Jaghatai Khan – Biology He loves explaining evolution and animal physiology, he likes to talk about horses a lot, he would be a very funny teacher.

Rogal Dorn – Law/Government Studies He follows everything to the letter, very calculating and always remembers everything he and his students say in every class. Every assignment must be structured like a legal document.

Ferrus Manus – Engineering Very practical. "If you can't build it with your own hands, you don't deserve to use it." Students who present blueprints without actual prototypes are judged harshly.

Angron – Math No one understands why he is so angry when explaining basic algebra, He throws chalk at students who can't solve equations fast enough, don't blame him deep down he is good.

Magnus the Red – Psychology He knows what you are thinking before you say it. "I understand your trauma better than you do" he says. There are very intense debates in class and to calm them down the students leave with mild headaches.

Horus – Language and Literature (English/Literature) Charismatic, good, helps his students and motivates them to be better every day, everyone's favorite without a doubt.

Alpharius – Substitute teacher for any subject "Wait, weren't you teaching biology yesterday?" No one knows how many of them actually exist, I'm actually Alpharius

Lion El'Jonson – History Classes about wars always have a suspicious lack of details about his own past. "We don't talk about certain events. Let's move on…" he doesn't stop talking.

Sanguinius – Fine Arts Every class feels like a divine experience. Students often leave inspired… or in tears. No one wants to disappoint him, he always strives to make his classes relaxing, stimulating and creative for them, he would spend all night cutting out paper flowers to hand out the next day.

[flowersforthemachines]

Seven Sentence Sunday Some day

thank you so much to @kindlyfeline for tagging me <3

Throwing another bit from my post-canon Grey Warden Bellara fic for Bellara week at @datvcompanionweeks! (And if you would also like to participate, the prompts are here. Consider!)

#wip: on darkspawn corruption

Passed the Joining.  Woke up to Rook sobbing over me. Some old Warden said she was overreacting — if you die, apparently you just die instantly. New wardens don’t die in their sleep. So she had to know I’d be fine in the end.

Still can’t blame her, though. Not after what happened to Davrin. 

Tagging @rookinthecrownest @thedissonantverses @hyperions-light @corvus-frugilegus @broodwoof who I don't believe posted anything for WIP Wednesdays and the like (but if you have, feel free to ignore me)

[meangreennunseen]

Another silly comic. I blame Primarchs as girl dads posts by @toto-the-cactus and the one they posted recently for both Magnus and Corvus. So I had to give sad little daughter to Corvus. She's still very young, bit confused and overhelmed, but nevertheless has a spirit 😂

I swear to Omnissaiah, at this pace I will give kids to everyone.... Also I had to reference that meme of Emps hitting his horny sons with a flip flop, because that shit's funny.

[moodymisty]

I seen Gillamen and Vulkan with their pregnant so but what about other Primarch?

Like Lion El Johnson, Corvus, and Horus around their pregnant partner who is near time to give birth to their child?

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: I saw Corvus, I write Corvus. It's kind of short but I hope you like it.

Relationships: Corvus Corax/Fem!Reader

Warnings: Tokophobia, pregnancy, Not much else really

Corvus was far from pleased about being so far from Deliverance. Terra was a planet that didn’t bring him much joy or fondness, beyond it being the heart of the Imperium, and the place of his creation.

But he grits his teeth and bears it, because he has to.

He has to for you. You’re heavily pregnant now, and the growth rate and pain of carrying the child of a primarch has begun to take its toll. Beyond what Deliverance can assist you with. Terra has the best that is available, and so he bears it.

He doesn’t have to carry around a being you weren’t meant to carry, so he does it in silence.

“I would’ve done the same, if I was in your position.”

Sanguinus’ face has softened expression slightly after Corvus’ surprise declaration. He had vaguely known he had someone at Corvus' side, but the idea of them actually being able to have biological children was much more of a surprise.

Food for thought, Sanguinus kept to himself.

“Baal is my home, but I can’t deny that what Terra has created far outweighs what my smaller planet could provide. I don’t blame you for bringing her here.” Corvus doesn’t find much usefulness in the statement, but he somewhat appreciates the attempt at sympathy. His hands shift on the massive ornate railing that overlooks more of the palace.

Corvus nods at him, but it doesn't take a keen eye to notice that he isn't much in the mood for more conversation. Sanguinius decides to keep it brief and let him return to his ailing beloved.

“Tell her I say hello and I wish her good health, yes?" The angel clears his throat in an attempt not to laugh. "But avoid telling Guilliman about this until he's in a better mood, he’ll pop a vein in his forehead.” Corvus rolls his eyes not at Sanguinus himself, but the fact that what he said isn’t out of the realm of reality. He leans up off the railing, and nods to the other primarch.

“I will.”

Corvus with a slow gait enters the room, only to see you standing and reaching your hands towards the massive, vaulted ceiling.

“You should be in bed.” He says, and you sigh. Not even a moment before he's already reprimanding you.

“I know. I just wanted to stretch a bit.”

Corvus turns his gaze from you and to the bed, where your raven, caws softly and hops around on the blankets; Eagerly awaiting your return to it. As he gifted the bird to you young, it’s more of a pet than anything. It has served it's purpose as being your gift, his way of asking for you at his side. If you want it to just be a companion, then that's your prerogative.

You slip back into bed moments later, and Corvus comes to your side. The raven knows to behave better around him, and decides to plop itself close to your hip and fluff it's feathers with a contented warble.

“How are they?” He asks, though from experience you know he’s referring to you as well as your child.

“The same. I think they’re asleep now, I haven’t felt them move.” Corvus puts a hand to your belly, and indeed doesn’t feel anything until you move, and the baby kicks his palm. He catches your wince. he doesn't say anything, though you end up doing it for him.

“Corvus,” You say, looking at him. “I’ve never felt this bad in my entire life. I still have a bit left, I don’t know if I can keep up at this rate.” He sighs.

“I know.” He looks away from you for a moment, though his hand still stays firmly on your stomach.

Perhaps this is the punishment he gets for daring to be selfish, he thinks to himself. To see the one person he loves in pain because of him. Though he thinks of a recent happening and softens expression a bit, and you call him on it, a curious smile on your face.

“What?”

Your raven picks at your hair in an attempt for your attention, and you scratch his wing before he hobbles away.

“My men have asked about you, since we left Deliverance. They seemed worried you were close to death.” The ones who stayed back haven't been updated on anything since he's left, and while there are many Raven Guard on Terra, it's much harder to communicate with his men that are now so far away. You laugh, rolling to your side and facing him to take the pressure of your back.

“Well, I feel like it.” Corvus, his hand still on your belly the entire time, leans in and kisses your forehead. He wonders how you can be so morbid yet cheerful at the same time.

“Rest some more. Then I might have you speak to my sons so they know you’re still in good health.”

They’ve become more attached to you as time has gone by, and while some hesitate to trust or welcome you, many have begun to open up and allow you in. Perhaps they've realized that you offer more than you impede; Or they've simply acquiesced to Corvus' desperate desire to feel human.

You grip Corvus’ larger hand softly, squeezing his fingers before speaking.

“Let me at least eat first. I’m starving.” Another curious aspect about this whole thing; Your hunger is near never ending. Corvus dares to crack the slightest smile.

“Fine. I’ll have the serfs bring you something.”

He sees your satisfied smile, and leans in once more to gently kiss your lips. Once he pulls away he gives your raven a scratch on the head, before leaving.

[tagedeszorns]

It's Marine Meat Monday again and I'm back with a canon-guy: Navar Hef of the Raven Guard!

I love the mutated Raptors so much! The smooth with the rough, as they say.

If you want to know more about how and why there are almost possessed-looking Raven Guard Marines and how Corvus tries to blame the Alpha Legion for that (but let's be honest - just look at him now. It's his gene-seed!), you should absolutely read "Deliverance Lost" and the short stories with the Raptors.

[dragon-susceptible]

Different Path Taken Ch19: P2 Reports

Sorry y'all. Blame my job for how long this one took. Here you go.

Runaan was waiting outside the cave when they returned.  Rayla didn’t get a chance to say anything before Callum said brightly, “Well, we have good news!”

“We also have bad news,” She cautioned, wincing as she thought of Ram’s burned wrist and the ache of their tightening bindings. 

“And better news,” Ram said with a forgiving glance at her, and she felt irrationally grateful for it even as she remembered that it was really his own fault he was injured.  It could have been her instead.

A smile tugged at Runaan’s mouth. “I believe that evens out into a positive,” He said as they drew closer. “The others are inside.  Rayla, I need you for a moment.” His tone was a clear dismissal of the boys, and Ram gave her a mischievously sympathetic look before ushering the princes into the cave ahead of him.

Rayla stood up very straight when she stopped in front of Runaan. “Yes sir?”

He smiled more gently this time. “Please relax, Rayla.  I put you in charge of security, I need to talk to you about that.  You weren’t discovered, I assume by the glaring lack of torches and pitchforks following you.”

She snickered in spite of herself, the tension falling from her shoulders as she realized he wasn’t scolding her, didn’t doubt her.  He just . . . wanted her report, like he would ask from anyone with that job. “Right.  Only one, and there were . . . extenuatin’ circumstances.  Ram’ll explain, he took care of it.  Mostly it was smooth sailin’, no one saw through our disguises.”

“Good.” Runaan stepped forward and took her hand, the one he’d drawn the rune on, and pressed his palm over it, letting the illusion drop.  Her fifth finger disappeared, leaving her hands normal again, and she knew her ears, horns, and tattoos must have reappeared as well. “I expected no less, but I am proud of you.” He said softly. 

It . . . it did help to hear, and Rayla smiled back, a little shakily.  Ram’s perspective had given her a lot to think about, and it was growing easier to forgive him, especially as he didn’t seem to be pulling away.  He was pushing closer to her instead, fussing over her more. “Thank you.” 

She took a step closer, unsure if she was approaching him or the door, and Runaan opened his arms.  She darted in before she could overthink it, letting him hug her tight again.  She could hear his heartbeat slowing with her safely in his arms again, and he kissed her hair and trailed his hand over her shoulders, scenting her, marking her as his cub.  She shuddered under the very parental affection, and buried her face in his coat.  He meant it.  He really meant this, didn’t he?

Only when she pulled away to breathe did Runaan carefully let go of her, and he held the tent flaps aside to let her into the cave ahead of him. 

Callisto had clearly yanked Ram down when they saw his arm, as he was kneeling somewhat awkwardly with the wounded limb in their good hand as they examined it with a concerned scowl.  Skor sat behind them looking vaguely bemused.  Andromeda’s attention was on the human boys, along with Corvus, and the kids had joined her sitting closer to the fire.  

“I suppose we should lead with what happened to your arm,” Runaan said dryly to Ram. “You look like you put your hand in a fire.”

Ram winced. “That isn’t . . . entirely inaccurate.”

“Why?” Callisto asked with the most exasperated, tired tone Rayla had ever heard them muster, and she muffled a giggle at how much they suddenly reminded her of Ethari.

“A mercenary in town had my -” Ram grumbled. “Had a Sunforge dagger.  I recognized it because it was the same one I lost to those pirates three years ago.  It’s enchanted to cut through spells, so Rayla and Callum theorized - and I agreed it was possible - that it could cut through our bindings as well.”

The older elves froze.  Callisto slowly let go of Ram’s hand to facepalm, groaning into their palm.  Runaan’s hand landed heavy on Rayla’s shoulder and she suppressed a squeak as he pulled her closer to him again. “You realize,” He said very carefully above her. “If the spell is broken, rather than released or completed, it still takes its blood price?  Breaking the binding itself would result in the same thing as removing the limb ahead of time.  It would have killed you.”

Ram winced. “Which is why I did it, and not Rayla.”

The hand on her shoulder tightened further, and Rayla looked up at Runaan in amazement. “What?”

“I had a feeling if we were wrong, the consequences could be death,” Ram said honestly. “And also that if I let Rayla get herself killed, I would be dying anyway when I came to report it, given . . .” He gestured at the way Runaan was looming over Rayla’s shoulders.

“You were right,” Runaan admitted coolly, and Rayla started at his admission.  He would have killed Ram over her?

“That’s just the bad news though,” Callum said quickly. “And it turned out okay.  They couldn’t cut through the bindings, so Ram’s burned, but he said he’d be okay.”

Callisto grunted. “He will be.  Someone with two workin’ hands, cut that gauntlet off as best ye can so the threads don’t keep gettin’ into the burn wounds.  I don’t have any sootheberry cream, but sootheberry juice will be better than nothin’, he should heal in a week or two.  The gauntlet took the worst of the damage.”

“The mercenary was the only human who realized what you were?” Runaan directed the question down at Rayla and she nodded. “Good.  Ram?”

“I threatened him,” Ram said easily. “But I didn’t touch him.  We’ll be long gone before he gets up the courage to come after us.” he dug in his coat pocket with his good hand. “I got the leechleaf.  The herbalist didn’t have any left, but the apothecary had some dried.”

Callisto grunted. “Dried is all I was really hopin’ for this time of year without a grow house.  This should be enough for a treatment or two, at least.  I’ll get . . . I’ll need someone with two good hands to make it.”

“I’ve got it.” Skor rumbled from behind them, placing a hand on their left shoulder. “Ram’s hand, too.  Come here.” His voice was rasping like he’d been talking a lot this morning, and Rayla frowned with concern, glancing over at Corvus.  What exactly had happened while they were gone?

“And the egg?” Runaan prompted.

“We didn’t find anyone in the village, but we did hear about someone who might be able to help.” Ezran said. “There’s a miracle healer we can go find on the mountain close to the village!  There’s a wolf down in the village who lost one of her legs as a puppy, and the miracle healer gave her a fourth leg back.”

“The animal doctor and the girl and her family all agreed about what happened,” Callum supported his brother. “The only problem is it’s up a mountain called the Cursed Caldera.”

Rayla winced. “But with all of us together, we should be okay,” She said hopefully.

Ram groaned even as he held his arm still to let Skor cut his gauntlet away from his binding. “It’s not cursed.  They pointed the mountain out as we were leaving the village - they’re talking about Lunar Peak.”

“There shouldn’t be anything up there but the Guardian, though, should there?” Andromeda asked, visibly worried.

Runaan sighed through his nose above her. “It doesn’t matter.  Whether it lies with this miracle healer or the Guardian, it seems our best hope lies up the mountain, at the Moon Nexus.  Break camp.  By the time we’re finished with that, Skor should be finished with Ram’s arm, and we can get moving.  For the benefit of those who went to the village - Corvus will be traveling with us for the time being.  One wrong move and that changes very, very quickly.”

It was the most practical option, but Rayla reflexively glanced at Skor to gauge his reaction.  He appeared to be entirely focused on Ram’s arm and ignoring the statement.  Maybe that was why he was so raspy, though.  Had he argued against it?

Runaan’s words about their destination filtered through again when Callum asked innocently, “What’s a Nexus?”

“Did you say the Moon Nexus?” She yelped. “That’s where we are?”

“It’s where we’re going,” Runaan replied with a chuckle as he let go of her, stepping around to begin breaking camp.  She followed him automatically, rolling up their blankets and bedrolls from the ground. “Each Primal Source has a Nexus, a center of its power.  It isn’t so much a source as a concentration.  The Moon Nexus is a place of great power that was once the center of Moonshadow civilization as well.  Much of the mountains of southern and eastern Katolis were once our homelands.  We were driven away from them after the Mage Wars, but the Nexus cannot be moved, so we were forced to abandon it.  We left it in ruins, and to this day, a guardian remains there to ensure its power is not discovered, that it may never be abused.”

Rayla felt nearly giddy with excitement. “I didn’t realize we passed so close to it on our way into Katolis,” She said.

“If you studied our maps -” Ram started, and yelped - Rayla glanced over and assumed based on the direction of his glower that Skor had poked him unnecessarily hard with the sootheberry juice he was spreading on his wrist. 

“The maps are old!” She huffed. “An’ they were never that accurate about spaces anyway.”

“Children.” Runaan said with his usual exasperated tone, and she broke off the argument almost automatically. 

Callum interrupted before Ram could protest being lumped in with the children again. “So wait, are you saying there’s actually been a Moonshadow elf - just one - living in Katolis this entire time?  Whoa!”

“She has not always been alone, but yes,” Runaan said with a chuckle. “The Guardian there now is a mage of immense power and . . . unique wisdom, who has held her post for over three hundred years.” 

Callum kept asking questions, and Rayla couldn’t help doing the same.  Runaan and Skor were among the privileged few who had actually witnessed the Nexus before, and met the Guardian, but Runaan fielded their questions without requiring Skor’s participation.  Rayla noticed Ezran sticking close to the other swordsman, though, and Skor smiling faintly down at the boy as they packed up and set out from the cave.  

Surely, between the miracle healer and the Guardian, someone would know what to do about the egg.  Either way, she would get to see the place that was once the center of her people’s civilization, was still the center of their power.  She wondered if she’d feel any different as she got closer to it, and opted to ask Runaan.

The answer was likely not.

It did not deter her eagerness.  They were so close to success.  This had to work.

[baatarthefirst]

Viren Was Right. There, I said it.

Now Don't Get Me Wrong...

when it comes to 'who started it?', the humans of TDP are responsible for their fair share of troublemaking.

But I don't think Xadia gets it's fair share of the blame. Let's look at Avizandum.

Apparently, while we only see humans doing something stupid and Xadia retaliating; the Dragon King would pick fights then squash the humans he provoked. The fact glossed over because our boy Zym was sad that his dad's being disrespected. But is it a wonder that some humans feel like they always have a knife to their throat?

Now, personally, I don't like Viren. The guy was manipulative and foolish and just rubbed me the wrong way; and still did up until his death (It was a good death, I'll admit it). But, Viren wasn't completely wrong with his constant spewing about "the threat to humanity".

'But that doesn't count, the humans started it'...yes, and no. See the humans did kill King Avizandum and 'destroyed' his egg. Okay. The Dragon Queen got revenge by ordering a hit on King Harrow and his son. Dept paid, but Janai's forces have had to been gathering since before the assassination. Why? Because getting 'justice' wasn't enough.

The dragons are crossing the border, scaring humans who are just going about their lives in peace. Soren gets the blame for the town being set ablaze, and he should. Corvus warned him not to start he can't finish but why was Pyrrah intimating them? Why is it okay for Pyrrah to just fly around intimating innocent people? Seems like she's picking a fight. Soren gets the blame for starting the whole mess, but he should really get blame for taking some pretty obvious bait.

Then we have these elves attacking Amaya unprovoked. This wasn't retaliation for the outpost on the Xadian side of the border, it hadn't even been discovered and sacked yet.

Little side tangent, why does Amaya get grief for killing Janai's soldiers, when Janai doesn't catch flack for killing Amaya's?

The soldiers didn't abandon the outpost, they were attacked. And they're nowhere to be found. It's not hard to figure out what happened to them.

Now back to why Viren was right in his reasoning, if not his planning. When given the option, why did Janai try to stop Amaya's plan to blow up the Breach?

If she was just protecting their borders, then Janai should have lit the charges herself, as that would cut off the armies best/only known route to Xadia.

Xadia wanted a war. Xadia was starting a war, even though most of the humans wanted no part in it, and Viren was right to be afraid. He's stupid in his actions (we know where Soren got it from) but the signs were there.

[fandom-susceptible]

AU where the Moonshadow assassins' bindings were specifically bound to avenge the death of the dragon prince, and when Rayla confronts Runaan on the ramparts he realizes the egg being alive renders their mission impossible, and he ends up rallying the other assassins to help bring the egg back to Xadia. They send an illusion to keep the guards distracted while they slip the boys out with the egg.

Everyone still ends up thinking Harrow is dead because the illusions aren't real so they aren't getting hurt by the guards, and it gives Viren an excuse. He realizes they're illusions but uses them to kill Harrow's body anyways, and pin the blame on the elves.

Rayla's cases to the other assassins for allowing her to return after being Ghosted are essentially their reasons for going along with this

Runaan didn't sign up for two more goddamn kids but here he is he guesses

I just started the rewatch so like, a lot would change because of this, but idk where to start. I think the boys would find out Harrow is dead way earlier, because all six assassins would notice their ribbon drop, and Runaan would just tell them the truth. Ez wouldn't head back immediately though, because there's legal processes to go through after a king's death and it should have taken longer to move on. They won't know about Viren moving up the timetable or Corvus trying to find them until the same time they do in the show.

For some reason I also keep imagining Corvus and Callisto with similar personalities so the idea of Corvus chasing six Moonshadow assassins and two little kids across Xadia, and one of the assassins clearly gets his vibe, is very entertaining to me at the moment.

One or two of the elves may even return with Corvus and Ezran when he does go back. Zym's forgiveness of Rayla would cause all of their bindings to fall off (based on Runaan's binding disappearing in the show), and they'd go back to Katolis at the new king's side. Ram and Callisto, maybe. And then we have a whole new plot with new stakes as Viren whips up animosity against them when they've appeared in allegiance with Ezran.

I might have more thoughts on this later.

[jelzorz]

204.

The plan is straightforward. There’s no time to go searching for Lissa, and honestly, Opeli cannot blame Soren for not wanting to, so Lujanne’s clever tricks will have to do, but...

She is still doubtful. Soren and Ezran have both promised her that Lujanne won’t fail, that her illusions are fool proof and there is no one in the world who could produce one better, and she believes them. It’s Claudia that she worries about: Claudia, who has always been clever and prepared for even the most unexpected turn of events. Claudia, who holds more bitterness about her family than even Soren; Claudia, who has not been known to forgive.

“It’ll be fine, Opeli,” Soren tells her. He is saddling up with Terry while Corvus and Ezran are gathering supplies for their stand against Aaravos, which is another thing again entirely. (She wonders quietly if she will ever be allowed to go back to being a cleric and if she will ever recover from the sleepless nights and the ever-present anxiety of fretting over the fates of her wards. The answer is likely not). “We’ve faced worse than her before. You should be more worried about Ezran.”

“He'll be receiving a lecture next, believe me,” Opeli says drily, “but you’ll have to forgive me for my concern. The last few days have not been easy. For anyone.”

Soren snorts at that. “You’ve got that right," he mutters, wincing as the stitches she put in his hairline pull tight. He adjusts the billet strap on his stallion and mutters an apology when the horse brays under his touch. “We’ll get her,” he says firmly. “She’ll listen. She has to.”

“Would you, if it was you?”

Soren pauses at that. He looks away. 

Opeli clicks her tongue. “She’s dangerous, Soren, and Terry may have earned our trust, but it will be the two of you and an illusionist dressed as your mother against a mage under the influence of an entity like Aaravos. Don't pretend this will be easy."

"I'm not," says Soren. "But we have to try."

"I know you do. Just... Be careful."

In spite of everything, he smiles. "Here," he says, reaching into his collar for Hat. He's been skittish since the attack on the castle, Soren has told her. He won't stay with anyone but him—and very occasionally, her. "Hat can't come, obviously. Keep him safe for me?"

Opeli lets herself chuckle, if a little ruefully, as she lets the little glowtad clamber up her arm and under her hood. "Of course." And then she adds—

"She did love you. Lissa, I mean."

Soren blinks. "Oh, that's right. You would've known her. It's funny—you've been one of us for so long that I keep forgetting you must've known all our parents too."

"Not as well as you might think," says Opeli with a snort. "I was little more than a child when she had you. I hadn't even taken my vows. But... she was at the temples every day, thanking the Five Sisters for you and your sister long before she was ever there to pray for your health. She loved you. She'd be proud to know how far you've come."

Soren swallows. Then he turns away. "Why'd she leave, then?"

"I don't know the answer to that any more than you do," says Opeli quietly. "But I hope that knowing is worth something."

Soren says nothing for a while. Then he takes a breath and mounts up. "It is."

Opeli twitches her lips at him. "Be safe."

He smiles back. "I will."

[nereidof40k]

Okay, I’m doing a more proper pinned post.

I’m a disabled, autistic woman in my 40s, and I love to ramble about 40k. And creating characters and scenarios. Often way more nsfw than the creators intended.

I particularly love Harlequins, Primarchs and Space Marines. Especially leaning into how inhuman they can be. Conversely I love characters getting the love and help they didn’t in canon.

Sevatar is my favorite. I love Night Lord humor. My own humor can be pretty black at times.

If anything I write inspires you, my ideas are free to use. Maybe throw me a link? I’d actually love to see people’s interpretations of what’s happening around my characters’ perspectives.

Masterlist of fic

I currently have five Primarch children, all of whom now have their own tag.

oc: verity of mars is another splice clone, this time of Konrad Curze and Constantin Valdor. Made in the same lab as her cousin Alyena.

oc: lenore of nostramo is the splice clone daughter of Sanguinius, Kaela Mensha Khaine and a Nostraman Count. Blame the Drukhari.

oc: ayliel of colchis is Lorgar’s natural born daughter, she had a mother and everything. Raised on Terra by the Emperor.

oc: alyena of mars is a splice clone of Corvus Corax, thanks to Belisarius Cawl. With memories of her past life as a minor, local Saint.

oc: nimue of caliban is Lion el’Johnson’s natural born daughter. Who admires Asmodai and loves pink and glitter. Yeah.

Not Primarch children:

oc: sigyn russ, Leman’s newest wife, whom he picked up in the Warp.

[sorinethemastermind]

Big Feelings Time (again)

In which Corvus tries to be there for Soren, and confessions are shared. #Sorvus

 Corvus had always known that there were some scars you couldn’t see. And he had also known that being good at hiding them didn’t mean they weren’t there. He hadn’t stumbled blindly forward, not knowing what the future might hold. He had known that Soren was scarred. And yet he was still the most beautiful person he had ever met, inside and out. Scars and all. 

 But knowing all of this hadn’t prepared him for any of it. Because knowing and seeing are two different things. And Corvus hated feeling so helpless.

  “I’m so messed up, Corvus.” Soren had said, once he’d calmed down enough to speak. He’d muttered it into Corvus’ chest, leaning into his embrace. “I feel like… like I’m coming apart. Like I’m in pieces.”

 He’d tried to pull away then, sniffing and wiping at his eyes. “Sorry. That’s stupid. I'll be fine.”

 And Corvus had pulled him back in until he stopped being silly and admitted that he was not fine. And then he’d told him that that was okay, because of course he wasn’t fine. 

 “I don’t want you to see me like this.” Soren had admitted, but Corvus had just shaken his head and held him closer. He’d tried to ask him about Claudia then, assuming that’s what this was. And then was when he found out about Lissa.

 “She- she asked about Claudia.” Soren had said after, leaning his head against Corvus’ shoulder as they sat in the supply room. “And Vi- Dad.”

 Corvus could hear the pain in the word. Didn’t know what it meant that he was using it again, whether it was a good sign or a bad one.

 “And I didn’t know what to say. So I just… I just ran away. I ran away, Corvus.”

 He’d tried to comfort him. “You don’t have to be ready to talk to her yet.”

 “I used to dream about her coming back.” Soren had said, sniffing again. “I used to think it would fix everything. But it’s all too broken now.”

 There wasn’t anything Corvus could do to fix it either, he was slowly realizing. He’d known, of course, on a logical level, that Soren’s family would always be a part of him. But with the goofy grin he always wore, sometimes it was easy to forget. It seemed like everyone else had, at least. So he’d offered to bring in the rest of the supplies, because even if he couldn’t do anything else, he could do that. And he had seen what must have been her there, standing by the crates, offering a kid some food out of one of them. 

 And he’d felt foolish when the irrational surge of resentment had swum up inside him, because why hadn’t she been there for her child when he needed her. Except Corvus knew that was stupid. He was only just beginning to scratch the surface of what Viren had been like, he couldn’t blame her for leaving. What might it have been like for her, if Viren had done this to his own son?

She didn’t know that he knew Soren, only that he was a crownguard like her son, so while she did try to ask after him, it was easy to dodge her questions. And after that they didn’t speak. Now, carrying in the final crate of supplies, Corvus found the door to the pantry ajar. 

 He hurried forward, wondering if somehow she could have found Soren, but it was just Ezran. He looked up as Corvus entered, his big eyes worried. He didn’t sound it, though. He sounded almost cheerful as he turned back and continued saying to Soren;

 “-so that’s why I think you should really stay in the lodge and help Opeli out a bit.”

 “I’m a Crownguard.” Soren was trying to say. “I’m not even supposed to leave your side. I’ve already-” “Soren.” Ezran said, his voice suddenly firm. “Stay inside and help Opeli. Please?”

 “...Okay.” It wasn’t like he could argue.

 “Thank you.” Ezran smiled at him. “And Corvus will stay with you.”

 “I think that’s a wonderful idea, King Ezran.” Corvus said quickly, even as Soren was opening his mouth to object. “Opeli can use all the help she can get.”

 “Yes. She really could.” Ezran dusted off his knees as he rose to his feet again. “I’ll be safe, Soren. Don’t worry. There are more guards here now, and Aanya will be with the next contingent. We’re safe here. Just rest.”

 As he walked out of the room he brushed by Corvus and added, softly; “Make sure he actually rests? He needs it.”

 Corvus nodded seriously, waiting for the door to swing shut behind Ezran before sitting on the ground beside his partner.

 “When I imagined us being together, it was never like this.” Soren said softly, after a moment. 

 “You imagined us being together?”

 “You didn’t?”

 “I did.” Corvus admitted. “Often.”

 Soren smiled, but only for a moment before his brows furrowed again. “I always pictured it sort of… peaceful. Cause you’re so peaceful. But I’m all…” And he waved his hands chaotically in the air before letting them fall back into his lap. “And now you’re just stuck picking up the pieces.”

 “You’re not in pieces.” Corvus told him. “And if you are, then I don’t mind helping you put them back together. Isn’t that what partners do?”

 “But maybe you don’t… maybe you don’t want to be-” Soren looked away, wouldn’t meet his eyes.

 Corvus’ heart thudded in his chest, but he took the other man’s hands in his own, forcing him to look him in the eyes as he said; “I love you, Soren. I love every piece of you. And I will love helping you put them back together, if that’s what you need me to do.”

 “You…” Soren’s eyes widened. 

 “I know it’s… it’s only been a few, well, days, really.” Corvus said, barely able to hear himself over the hammering in his chest. It felt like his heart was trying to burst through his ribs and spill out onto the floor. Not that he wasn’t already exposing it enough right then. Years of carefully built walls came crumbling down as he continued, breathless. “But it hasn’t been just days for me. I didn’t stay at the castle for Ezran. I stayed for you, Soren. Because you needed me. And you are the… the most…”

 “I love you too, Corvus.” Soren’s voice was raspy and choked with emotion. 

 And Corvus felt like his smile was too wide for his face, and Soren was beaming at him, his eyes sparkling with a million unsaid things. But they all somehow found a voice when he said it again, softly;

 “I love you.” And then again louder. “I love you!”

 “Soren, people will hear.” Corvus said, some last semblance of sense waking in him. 

 “I don’t care.” Soren said, leaning forward to kiss him. “Because I love you.”

 “But I didn’t mean to make it about me.” Corvus began. “I just wanted you to know that I’m here-”

 “Oh, shut up and just let me kiss you.” Soren teased. 

 So Corvus did.

[justalittleraven]

LFRP/FFXIV Friends

Hi! I'm Nihil, or Raven to some, and I'm looking for more people to RP or just chat with about FFXIV ocs, lore, and RP. I have a fair few ocs at this point, and most are listed below.

Feel free to message me/send asks! Important to note: I don't do ingame RP, as I prefer writing multi-paragraph (usually 2 to 3 paragraphs) messages and replies.

Any prompt lists are welcome, I've reblogged a few with #oc ask game, first tag on this post.

Etain Snowdrift - Stoneheart Mercenary

NonWol - She/her - Aromantic Pansexual - Not looking for romance but open for rp

Rage is what defines her, towards any and all authority. She has been wronged many times in her life, abandoned in the Brume, being left for dead by her mercenary band. Despite life's trials and tribulations, she continues on, one step at a time, trying to make sense of a world she views as so very hostile.

She can be found in any corner of Eorzea, and at times beyond. She frequently takes work as a mercenary, trying to gather any information she can on her former band and where each member has gone.

Erravi goe Corvus - Garlean Gone Astray

NonWOL - He/Him - Some Flavor of Queer - lfrp

As his name would suggest, Erravi (or simply Avi to those close to him) is a Garlean deserter. He served for nearly a decade, until he was deemed more of a liability than a resource and his superiors ordered his execution. Left in the snow, near death from bloodloss and hypothermia, is usually where his story starts.

Idun - Budding Blood Mage

NonWOL - He/They - Gay - Shipped (It's complicated) - not for romantic rp

A young Veena only in his 20s, they fled their master after enduring vicious attacks due to not perceiving themself as being male. Since, he has taken up work as a dancer, traveling around Eorzea before meeting a certain unscrupulous doctor in Ishgard. They are affectionately described as a "temperamental little spitfire".

Domitien Ormesang - Cursed Marksman

NonWOL - He/Him - Gay - Heartbroken and Recovering (and shipped) - not lfrp

He was not always a wanderer, in fact he was a weaver of some renown from Gridania before deciding to set out for Ishgard with his companion and lover. They suffered a terrible fate on that journey, however, leading to his lover's soul being consumed by the cursed weapon that he now carries. Now he searches for a way to break the curse and put his lover's soul to rest, by any means necessary.

Micans Lilius - Naturalborn Lightwarden

WOL - He/Him - Gay - Shipped (Soulmates Beyond Time) - not lfrp

Micans was born in Garlean territory, the youngest of four children. His mother passed away shortly after his birth, something his father blamed him for until his dying day. Before that though, it was 12 years after Micans' birth that his father almost killed him, leaving him with a scar from the gunshot. His siblings bid him to run, and so he did, eventually making his way to Eorzea and starting his journey as the Warrior of Light. At times he believes Hydaelyn made the right choice, as the very Crystal of Light She bestowed upon him was furthering his light poisoning.