#c: coyote

[e1dritchqueer]

me and my beam saber group gave our campaign a silly anime ass name now and I'm in love with it???? It's so good and I love it so so much, it's UNITYxEclipse (with the x being like... a stylized slash) and that goes so hard?? I love that

So like the UNITY part is a big reference to the setting of the game, the planet Unity (a flooded wasteland, a symbol of the war that constantly hangs in the sky) which houses two rings: a ring of planetoids known as the UNITY Ring (a once utopian project to demonstrate the unity of humanity and the planet, now a warzone thanks to the multi system-wide war), and the Shard World an abandoned ring world mostly housing wilderness. (Also I should say, my gm hasn't read the cosmere in ages so like this very much is just a coincidence to my cosmere mutuals)

And then the Eclipse part is from our squad's name: The Lost Eclipse, a fixer's last gambit (UGH Ash, I have thoughts about him) to make things right for his mercenary group.

Anyways, I miiight be using the tag UNITYxEclipse for my beam saber group and maybe Lost Eclipse for stuff about the group. Also just for some kinda messy reference, the player squad members & playbooks are: Callisto "Wraith" Noa (Ace playbook), Illia "Judith" Cassat (Technician playbook), Aldrich "Coyote" DuMont (Scout playbook), and Biggs "Nameless-1" Gimsby (Bureaucrat playbook)

[sunrisevariant]

yeah so i wasn’t ignoring your messages. yeah no that was a nice post you sent me. yeah yeah yeah. really cool art. but they gave mithrun a normal fucking eye again so i have to mentally go outside and chain smoke an entire carton of cigarettes in a torrential downpour now. yeah no it’s cool. yeah. yeah sure send me another cool cool cool

[blackbackedjackal]

For the first time in prolly a year or so I went looking for coyote skulls the market has really changed.

[tapedsleeves]

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[dont-need-one-of-these-do-i]

Hellsing Anti-Whumptober Prompt 5

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Coyote takes the turn around the corner at near break-neck speed. She knows she shouldn’t, that the servant’s passages in the Hellsing Mansion are windy and confusing on the best of days, but frankly there’s too much panic coursing through her veins for her to care.

The kitchens are quiet this time of day. Lunch typically isn’t a large affair on Mondays, seeing as Mondays are the day that most of the operatives are expecting sandwiches and possibly some seasonal fruit, so it’s a peaceful quiet that Coyote resoundly breaks when she skids into the room. In her panic, the young girl manages to knock over a stack of empty crates gathered by the door to be taken out to the trash, and she goes flying, stopping at Laura’s feet.

Coyote looks up at the werewolf slowly, but the fear in her eyes isn’t because of Laura’s intimidating resting face. No, Coyote has much bigger things to worry about. 

From over by the sink, a slender siren takes their attention off washing dishes to look over at the commotion. “What’s got you in a twist?”

“It’s Sir Integra,” the light haired teen starts, “she’s…in a bad mood.”

Laura’s deep rolling laugh startles Coyote, and she jolts where she is on the floor. “Integra is never in a good mood! I hardly doubt that a Monday is what’s going to make her decide to kill us all.”

“No, you don’t understand! It’s not just me,” the younger maid explains, her tone growing increasingly frantic. “Everyone’s avoiding her, even Walter!”

Theron turns the faucet off so they can look at the young girl with a more critical eye. She hasn’t been here long, but one doesn’t have to be to know that Walter is rarely far from Integra’s side. So for her to say that even Walter is avoiding the Hellsing leader…

“What happened that made her so upset?”

“Sir Integra made a fatal error on an operation yesterday.” All three heads in the room snap to the eastern doorway, where the tall, lanky head of staff stands. To an outside observer he would look entirely presentable, but to the members of the Hellsing staff who have been on payroll for more than a month or so, he looks positively harrowed. “She forgot that—even with her complexion—sunscreen is essential when spending extended periods of time outdoors.” 

Immediately everyone remembers what happened the day before. Integra had been called to a meeting with one of the Circle of Twelve members sometime mid-morning. Thinking that the location would be easier to secure, the other member had planned for the meeting to take place on a boat. There had been a mishap at the dock and someone had untied the wrong rope. It was only after Integra realized that some important papers had been left in the car that either of the Knights had gone above deck, only to find that they’d drifted into the middle of the secluded lake! Since no one had been actually planning for the boat to leave the dock, no fuel had been pumped into the tank and, due to the nature of the discussion and some of the materials they were examining, neither party could just leave the boat. So they were stuck, floating, during the sunniest day they’d had in months, for nearly six hours.

“Ah,” Theron says, and the room silently agrees.

Two floors up, Seras tentatively knocks on the large mahogany door that stands between her and Integra’s office. She looks over her shoulder at the two maids hiding behind a corner, who nervously give her a thumbs up. “Master,” she calls, shifting the weight of the package in her arms, “I ‘ave your mail!”

“Enter,” comes the muffled voice from the other side of the door.

Pushing open the door with her hip, Seras finds herself face-to-face with Integra Hellsing, head of the monster hunting Hellsing Organization, looking like she’s been dumped in a vat of JELL-O.

“S-Sir?”

Integra’s glare is cold enough to give the undead vampire chills despite her face being slathered in aloe. “Not. A. Word,” she says, each word sharp and crisp, honed like the edge of a blade. A very dangerous blade.

Seras sets the package down and backs away in a way that reminds her distantly of her police training. A part of her wishes she was still with the police, that way she could at least call for back up. But she knows that no one else in this house would risk Integra’s wrath for a million pounds, much less her. She’s going to have to make her own escape.

“Is-Is there anythin’ else I can do for you, Sir?”

Seras doesn’t need to breathe but in that moment she doesn’t think that she would be doing so even if she had to. Behind her back her fingers cross, and in her head a mantra of please say no please say no please say no is set on loop. 

Maybe there is some vampiric power of manifestation that Alucard has neglected to tell her about or maybe she was particularly benevolent in a past life. Whatever it is, Seras’s luck is good this time and Integra simply gives her a curt dismissal. She’s out of that room faster than she has ever moved before.

Once back in the hall, Seras leans against the door and physically feels her boss’s black mood lift off her shoulders. The two maids who had caught her in the hall earlier and asked her to deliver the package for them run up to her, and in hushed voices, ask “Well?!”

One last shiver runs down Seras’s spine, and she stumbles away from the door, putting distance between herself and the malice soaking the office.

“You do not wanna go in there,” she says, like the final warning of a horror movie survivor. “It’s bad.”

“How bad?”

“Let’s just say…if you mention the word sunscreen round ’er, you’d best make sure yer will’s sorted.”

OCs in this one are Coyote, Laura, and Theron, who belong to @dogspleen, @cry-ptidd, and @coffin-of-dust respectively. Go check them out!

[paladinbaby]

[Image Description: Four versions of the same drawing of two coyotes in different colours. The coyotes lay on their sides, facing opposite corners of the page. Their legs almost touch in the centre but they are lying separately. A line connects the shoulder of the coyote to the stomach of the other. There are stars drawn around them in the background. The first is green with yellow details, in the second the coyotes are pink on an orange background, the third is mostly dark red with grey blue details and in the fourth the coyotes are dark blue on with purple and orange details. End ID.]

[provokedgoalie]

UMM HELLO??? I found this at ROSS!!

[finisnihil]

Telling people I'm majoring in art is a lose-lose game of Russian Roulette because I either get a "Oh that’s nice, are you sure you won’t end up DESTITUTE and ABANDONED BY EVERYONE WHO LOVES YOU?” or I get a "Oh that's so cool, do you have a social media I can see your art on?" to which I have to find a way to politely explain I'd rather drink paint thinner than post my art online right now

[coyote-guts]

Sometimes I try to deny the fact that we were programmed, and like play it off as a delusion. Then a prog gets cued and I quickly am out of that thought pattern. It's like magic. Horrible disgusting trauma magic. But magic nonetheless I guess.

[tavs-kin-korner]

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[e1dritchqueer]

Okay okay so.

Coyote: Coyote smells more and more blood in the air. The blood of those at the ball, the blood of his brother, the blood Is gonna try and kill Avery. This is a hunt roll. He bites down on their neck and begins to taste blood only to be met with something hard and incogruos with his mouth. Not flesh, not metal. Avery's wounds are filled in with a hardlight hologram.

Biggs: Biggs is dead. Cut in half by Wren. The two played a game of chicken, charging at each other. It was Biggs who lost as Wren's mech slid under The Nameless One (Bigg's mech) and cut them in half.

Illia: Illia freezes. Jericho reaches out a hand like he wants to touch him. All futures come into focus and as Illia are about to embrace him, then Illia realize that hand wasn't reaching out. That hand was going to stop his heart. Illia takes level 2 harm: Heartbroken. He forces himself to keep going. Running towards a bifurcated Biggs.

Coyote: He bites deeper. Avery stabs him. Coyote begins feeding on his flesh, like a hunter finishing off a wounded animal. He pushes himself too hard. Stress is maxed out, gains the scar: BLOODLUST He's pushed himself too far to do anything more. Avery takes that opportunity to strike. Only to be met with bullets. It's Ash (Our squad's handler. Ugh I have SOOO many feelings about that man. Anyways he looks like raiden if he was a slutted up office worker. Cybernetics included). At the top of that staircase on a rope ladder hanging from a ship. The scene ends with Coyote (mechanically) declaring Avery as his rival......

Callisto: Callisto is fading in and out of consciousness. Her heart is pierced by a shard of deimos, the impossibility of their bond being the only thing keeping them alive. She sees Io stand above the doorway of her open cockpit. Io is going to do something to her. Callisto has a choice. Either push herself, taking a scar (and being rendered out of commission), and gain agency over what will come (taking what Io is about to do regardless) or simply just lie there. She decides to push herself. Not to save herself. But to save the others. For the first time in a very very very long time, Callisto chooses the desire to protect over the desire to survive. Flitting in and out of consciousness, she reaches out towards the Red

Illia: Illia runs towards Biggs. He feels himself being drained. Wren feeding on Illia's very essence, draining his life. Can't make it. He can feel Wren's impossible grip reaching towards him. Only for that grip to be blocked by Red light as a doorway without a frame, an impressionist painting given no borders separates them.

The Nameless One (Bigg's mech): Bifurcated, but still alive, the Nameless One transforms. As decribed by @improbablynothere "Where her “visor” fills with darkness ripped apart by eyes; the head tears perfectly in two, fracture points creating sharp teeth; her frame completely shatters around the back, some gigeresque ooze/not-quite-flesh-not-quite-machine ichor spreads out of her metal spine and grabbing onto what made the visage of her shattered wings, solidifying them.". The Nameless One begins to devour Wren's mech. Piece by piece. Limb by limb. Wren runs. Somewhere, in the distance. Bigg's playbook changes from Bureaucrat to Devourer

Illia: Confused, drained, and heartbroken, Illia sees a ship land. A spindly nerd and a punk doctor emerge. Members of the Pulse (the mercenary band everyone's a part of), his friends. They carry him to the ship.

Callisto: With that last push, Callisto is spent. She lays there. Fading in and out. Confused, heartbroken, bleeding, impaled in the heart, and through tears up at Io. The dress Callisto wore is ruined, Illia's blue jacket is almost completely red. She waits for what Io is about to do. The next time Callisto fades in, Io is embracing Callisto. Hugging her limp body as Callisto lays, impaled to that cockpit.

Callisto should have died there. By all means she should have died. But as she lay there, bleeding and unconscious, Io and Deimos built a heart for her together. Out of the Red. Out of the Shrapnel. One that would last just long enough till the doctors could do their work.

And with that. The first season of UNITYxEclipse draws to a close.

UNITYxEclipse Liveblog: Coronation Ball pt 2.

aaaa it's happening it's happening LAST WE FUCKUING LEFT OFF (a brief brief summary) :

Illia smokes outside with his old mentor/friend Isa, they reconnect

Callisto and Illia got closer.

Callisto had her heart fucking broken by Io, a new potential rival who is out to get the Wraith of Deimos

Coyote got to meet his evil twin brother (Ferdinand). A real liquid snake mother fucker. He offers Coyote a chance to leave, to be welcomed back into "the family". Bad things are coming and Coyote has a chance to be welcomed back into the powerful family (part of the cia esque organization Io is in (among MANY others)) and escape what's to come. He can abandon his mech. Abandon this crew. Be safe. Coyote decides to leave.

Biggs.... gahh... so much with biggs... has a drugged fight with Wren, his rival,. Wren professes his devotion of hate towards him. Biggs refuses to play any of his games. Leaving him abandoned, laying on the floor, on an empty beach. Biggs crawls, alone into his cockpit.

Callisto is crying, alone in the Red.

THE CORONATION GOES TERRIBLY WRONG. Upon the boyking being coronated (which involves like uploading the conciousnesses/memories of past (seasoned) rulers into the boyking's mind.). This happens: "The King-God slumps into heir throne. blood pooling under nose and trickling at the edge of hier’s mouth. A word trickles out, imperceptible if not for the vacuum of sound created in the coronation 'Run.' In heir’s chest is a strange fractal shape. It blooms. Heir spits out something, not black, but the void of color. And collapses. Heir bleeds on the ground. All colors flow out of the King-God. Nothing moves, then, all at once, the agents begin their work."

and so the session begins....... aaaaaaaa

[sunrisevariant]

and now to stomp on the empty wasp nest again:

just because the manga published before the year 2000 uses a slur for intersex people to refer to one of its characters doesn’t mean that you should when referencing him in the year 20fucking24

[duranduratulsa]

Up next on my 80's Fest Movie 🎬 🎞 🎥 🎦 📽 marathon...E.T. - The Extra Terrestrial (1982) on glorious vintage VHS 📼! #Movie #movies #drama #ET #ettheextraterrestrial #StevenSpielberg #henrythomas #drewbarrymore #DeeWallace #petercoyote #RobertMacNaughton #CThomasHowell #ErikaEleniak #elviscostello #vintage #VHS #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas6thannual80sfest

[sergeifyodorov]

the yotes game tonight was so good tonite yotes/leafs finals truthers how are we feeling

yotesleafs truthers gather round... yotes cup is almost upon us!!!!!

[starplusfourletters]

Move aside whatever I last said was the funniest thing in Star Wars; THIS is the funniest thing in Star Wars

[camyfilms]

E.T. THE EXTRA-TERRESTRIAL 1982

You must be dead, because I don't know how to feel. I can't feel anything anymore.