#char: panther

[fnaflucasverse]

OPINIONS CHART (Like to Dislike = Green to Red. No arrows means characters haven't met / interacted enough)

Every character here except Lucas and Perry belong to @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

maaan i spent like too many hours planning this thing out... anyway this is just like a handy visual reference for me and anyone else who wants to know! wrote some notes on each characters thoughts But if you want to know more in-depth my askbox is Very open (and i would be Beyond thrilled if you sent me anything 😭😭😭 please)!

OH and better view of the icons i drew under the cut:

[dorrifuto]

Mcu Namor and comic Namor

(Works in progress)

[lightningfilledsaber]

He doesn't need to be tied up or muzzled, he won't yowl or tear up your bedsheets, he promises <- lying

And if you'd like to see the uncensored version...

[sepiasys]

I despise being here right now.

Like I'm glad that things are solved. That I got us the fuck out effectively. Didn't need to actually end up dying. But fucking god damn, dude.

So just had our first SA moment, how fun is thaaat?~ /s

In all seriousness. I'm fucking tired. We need as much sleep as we can get before work and it seems like we won't be getting any more.

The SA is not better than getting choked out and possibly dying. Atleast it physiclly hurt less bc it didn't go very far. The only reason I managed to escape was because our pants/leggings were being taken off, so a position shift that gave us an opening. Less force on our body keeping us in place.

So now I can draw to vent /j /s

He was questioning what was wanted by whoever was doing it. As if the assault is what it had wanted to do. When I resist, it gets mad (it is in fact the pronouns used) and thus violent. I just have a guess that this is an introjection of abusive behavior.

I'm not great either. Dude has (afaik) bpd, and I'm avoidant most of the time so I'm very prone to abandoning people (especially unintentionally). And a lack or low level of empathy and also just general apathy makes it real hard to care about someone's feelings when I'm trying to secure my safety.

But like. I'm not actively beating anyone. I'm not choking anyone. I'm not assaulting anyone. And if I am it's not even because I want it, it's because of an outside influence usually. A resolve that "this makes the most logical sense, or it seems like it is the best solution at hand". But it always fucking bothers me to have to do it.

So yk. I'm real curious about what part fuckin hates me. And why. And I would've recklessly asked if this was a part that handles negative splits, or yk. Split on me that way. But who knows.

[eugenedebs1920]

It’s just crazy. Crazy how one guy can cause so much chaos and disruption, such hostility and hatred, break the law habitually and never face accountability.

“I just need you to find, 11,780 votes. That’s one more than we have” were the words spoken by Donald Trump to the Georgia Secretary of State Brad Raffensperger. This was a pressure campaign launched by Donald Trump to bully Secretary Raffensperger into violating the Constitution, and going against the will of the people of Georgia, and the United States.

Secretary Raffensperger, in what is sadly a rarity in Republican leadership, and Republicans as a whole, stood in fealty to the United States Constitution, and did not bend to the whim of the Tangerine Tyrant.

For his allegiance to the rule of law, the Constitution, and to the United States of America, he received countless death threats from so called patriots. These cosplay patriots threaten his family, his life, and all that he held dear.

It’s sad to say that a man, doing his job as he should. deserves a deep gratitude from this nation, but he does. He could have done what so many Republicans have, and bent the knee to Dementia Don. 

Fani Willis was born in Inglewood California. Her father was founded a chapter of the Black Panthers for that section of California. He grew weary of the infighting and lack of substantive positive impact the Black Panthers were making and moved his family to Washington DC where he would practice law as a defense attorney.

Needless to say Ms. Willis grew up with a vast understanding and respect for the rule of law and a drive for justice.

She would attend Howard University studying political science and would graduate cum laude. In 1993. After graduating from Howard she attended Emory University College of Law and receive her Juris Doctorate degree.

Subsequently she would spend 16 years in Fulton County’s district attorney’s office before being elected as District Attorney. Her previous experience had led her to pursue Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organizations Act (RICO) beyond just organized crime and directed at any muti faceted criminal activity.

Upon the lawlessness Trump perpetrated in trying to subvert democracy, Ms. Willis was appalled. Her admiration to the rule of law, and the binding order laid out in the United States Constitution brought her to go after this egregious act of sedition. 

The Raffensperger call was not the only act of treason Trump and others engaged in. These exploits were not only implemented in Georgia. A slate of fake electors was devised to circumvent the actual electoral count. These fake electors were to swap the official results with ones falsely claiming Trump had won that state. This occurred in Arizona, Nevada, Michigan, Wisconsin, Pennsylvania, New Mexico and of course, Georgia.

The conspiracy was extensive. Not only the fake electors scheme had transgressed, but a beakin and breach of voting equipment happened as well.

There was over 30 people named as, culprits, co-conspirators or conspirators. Including the disgraced former president, 19 were indicted.

Donald Trump was charged with under the RICO Act, 4 counts of false statements, 2 being false documentation, 2 counts of forgery, 1 count of impersonating a public officer, with 5 other charges dropped.

Rudy Guliani was co-conspirator #1 and charged under the count RICO, 3 counts false statements, 2 counts false documents, 2 counts forgery, 1 count of impersonating a public officer.

Ray smith III, a lawyer for Trump was charged with RICO count, 3 counts of false statements, with 2 counts false documentation, 1 count impersonating a public officer, 2 counts forgery

Cathy Latham, one of the fake electors and Leader of the Republican Party in Coffee County, was charged with RICO, 1 false documents, I impersonating a public officer, and 1 count forgery.

Robert Cheeley, another lawyer was charged with RICO, 1 count false statements, 2 counts false documentation, 1 count impersonating a public officer, 2 counts forged, and 1 count perjury.

John Eastman, one of the leaders in the whole plot, a lawyer, was charged under the RICO Act, 1 count false statements, 2 counts false documents, 1 count impersonating a public officer, and 2 counts forgery.

David Shafer, one of the fake electors and Republican state chairman, was charged under the RICO Act, 1 count false documents, 1 count false statements to the district attorney, 1 count impersonating a public officer, and 2 counts of forgery.

Kenneth Chesebro, another architect in the national scheme, and lawyer was charged under the RICO Act, 2 counts false documentation, 1 count impersonating a public officer, and 2 of counts forgery.

Mike Roman, a devious campaign staffer and odd private investigator, was charged under the RICO Act, 2 counts false documents, 1 count impersonating a public officer, andn2 counts of forgery.

Shawn Still, another fake elector, and Republican state senator, was charged under the RICO Act, 2 counts false documents, 1 count impersonating a public officer, and 2 counts forgery.

Jenna Elis, a big player nationally with the plot to circumvent democracy, was charged under the RICO Act. Same as White House Chief of Staff Mark Meadows. Jeffery Clark was also charged under the RICO Act, with 1 count false statements.

Then there was the Coffee County election equipment breach (which by the way they have had access to since the 2020 election to find any flaws. Just saying.) The indictments were charged to.

Cathy Latham, the Republican lead of Coffee County, under RICO, 2 counts election fraud, 3 counts computer crimes, 1 count defrauding the state of Georgia.

Scott Hall, a bail bondsman, charged under RICO, he was subsequently charged with 2 counts election fraud, 3 counts of computer crimes, and 1 count defrauding the state of Georgia.

Misty Hampton, the Coffee County elections supervisors charged under RICO act, 2 counts of election fraud, 3 counts of computer crimes, 1 count of defrauding the state of Georgia.

Sidney Powell, a massive instigator, main perpetrator and known kook, was charged under RICO, 2 counts of election fraud, 3 counts of computer crimes, and 1 count defrauding the state of Georgia.

This case was pretty cut and dry. These morons video taped some of their crimes, some were on national tv, some were recorded, and some confessed to their crimes.

Of those who confessed and plead guilty were.

Scott Hall, the bail bondsman, plead guilty to, conspiracy to commit intentional interference with the performance of election duties. This was 5 misdemeanor charges landing him 5 years probation, a $5,000 fine, 200 hours of community service, a public apology to the state of Georgia, and to testify truthfully in future trials.

Sidney Powell also plead to conspiracy to commit intentional interference with the performance of election duties, charges with 6 misdemeanors and sentenced to 6 years probation, a $6,000 fine, a $2,700 restitution, a public apology to the state of Georgia and to testify truthfully in future trials.

Kenneth Chesebro plead guilty to conspiracy to file false documents, a felony, a deli charge. He was ordered to serve 5 years probation, a $5,000 restitution, 100 hours of community service. A public apology to the state of Georgia, and to testify truthfully in future trials.

Jenna Elis plead guilty to aiding and abetting false statements and writings, a felony, and was ordered to 5 years probation, a $5,000 restitution payment, 100 hours of community service, a public apology to the state of Georgia, and to truthfully testify in future trials.

Like I said previously. The case was pretty much open and shut. The evidence was overwhelming, some recorded, and all the acts were easily followed. It seemed justice would be served to the United States.

Then came the sleazy actions from Mike Roman. He had served as an adviser and campaign staffer on many Republican tickets. He had also worked for the Koch brothers as an intelligence gatherer. He would get dirt on liberals opponents and conservative policies.

Through his dirtbag tactics he found out that early on in the RICO case Fanni Willis, and a fellow attorney Nathan Wade, working on the case had engaged in romantic relations.

These were 2 consenting adults, who happened to cop feelings for each other while working together. These things happen. You work with someone, day after day, they start looking good if the conditions are right.

This was brought to the attention of the court, and frankly the world. Trump and some co-conspirators claimed it was a conflict of interest. Also claiming that Wade received improper payments due to it.

The cases against Trump for the theft, illegal retention, and refusal to return classified information, as well as the election interference, January 6th 2021 insurrection case cost upwards of $50 million dollars to date. In contrast, Fanni Willis and the Fulton County DA’s case, as of mid summer was under $5 million. There are accusations that Wade was paid more than some people in the district attorney’s office. This is true as he was a special prosecutor and not paid by Fulton County directly.

Either way, two consenting adults, on the same side of the isle, having an office romance is absolutely not a conflict of interest.

Just as that slimy pig that Trump is, he found a way to delay the case indefinitely until the investigator was investigated. He has done this before. Lord f*ckin knows he’s going to do it again.

Fani Willis went from prosecuting one of the largest acts of sedition ever perpetrated upon our nation, against 30 conspirators, with mountains of evidence. To being asked how many times she had sex with Nathan Wade, in a disgusting contortion of the law.

The fact that Judge McAfee even entertained the dismissal of the case is unprecedented.

A bunch of well off, white men found out that a powerful, smart black woman was sleeping with her coworker and raised a ruckus about it. Trump being found guilty of sexual assault himself, and accused by over 20 other women of the same. The irony hurts it’s so grave.

In the stolen classified documents case out of Florida, the judge, Aileen Cannon, had been put on the bench by Trump. She dismissed the case. The Supreme Court, where Trump installed 3 of the justices, ruled for Trump in Anderson v Trump, where the Colorado Supreme Court had declared Trump was ineligible to run for office under the 14th amendment, section 3, which clearly states that anyone who has participated in “insurrection or rebellion against the United States” is barred from holding ANY federal office again. That same Supreme Court would drag its feet for 6 month, after deciding the Anderson case in under 6 weeks, in Trump v the United States, and rule that the president has absolute immunity for crimes committed while in office. With blatant disregard for what the entire premise of our nation beholds.

Now Fanni Willis is being ordered to turn over documents due to a lawsuit filed by an ultra conservative group. Again, making her out to be the person guilty of a crime.

The only crime Fanni Willis is guilty of is being a black lady, trying to take down a criminal organization. That and sleeping with a handsome, tall, mature black man.

Trump skirting accountability, as he always does, just further emboldens him to commit more crimes against our country. Now with absolute immunity to do so.

In the words of Bob Dylan, “it makes you feel ashamed to live in a land where justice is game.”

[chaos0pikachu]

Hello!

For the ask game:

🤍: Which character is not as morally bad as everyone else seems to think?

Hands down jin guangyao from mdzs

Firstly I'm not talking about The Untamed b/c I don't really like or vibe with the show's narrative and find it an utterly poor adaption of the book series. Secondly no I'm not saying JGY is 100% good or whatever, rather that fandom imo makes him irredeemably mustache twirling evil~~~ which misses the god damn point of the series

like @thatswhatsushesaid and others can speak more specifically on the hows, and whys of JGY not being a Children's Cartoon Villain for me it really comes down a few factors of: fandom being we piss on the poor when it comes to discussions and thematics about classism, discussions around non-anglo cultures, the untamed canon mixing with the novel canon to much (they're separate and should stay separate), and in general viewing media in a strict binary of good vs evil

So yeah, JGY isn't a "good" person but jesus fuck on a cracker there's very few chars in MDZS that are "good" people and the novel becomes so much less interesting when you apply those binaries to it. If I wanted kids cartoon morality I'd watch Avatar but fans can't be normal about that either!

Aang gets so much shit from people it's actually wild. The amount of "Aang isn't as good as ppl think" takes is baffling. "He should have killed Ozai" baby wake up and smell the Nickelodeon they were never gonna have their protagonist of their show meant for 8 yr olds murder a man in cold blood in the 7pm timeslot what do you think are you watching? Korra was aimed at an older audience (clearly teens) and she didn't even kill bitches, Amon blew himself up. Why do villains always die off screen or ambiguously in kids shows? Because it's to keep parents off the networks back about violence.

Hell you see this happening in blockbusters, lots of MCU villains die not at the hands of the heroes but via other circumstances, like Red Skull getting sucked into cube space in Captain America, or Erik killing himself in Black Panther, etc it's cause it looks "bad" to have your hero you have to sell toys to parents murdering characters on screen.

Also since I talked about 616!Steve and MCU!Tony in the other ask, I'ma throw in 616!Scott Summers lol Scott got so much hate (and still does!) from fans but he's a vastly interesting character when written well. With comics, the way they're written, and the way they're produced it's just a fact you're gonna get extremely inconsistent characterization overall but the throughline of Scott's char is very strong imo in the comics he's not just a "stick in the mud" or outright morally evil~~ I feel like as knowledge and education about systemic oppression has become more talked about folks have noticed that Scott makes points. And while not always right or justified, his label as a mutant terrorist begins to be viewed more as a freedom fighter (which lots of fans always saw or have seen combine with ppl being more critical of Charles and his misshapen MLK basis as ppl learn more about MLK and Malcolm X's actual politics).

Anyway everyone follow blacknerdproblems the biggest Scott Summer's stans

Ask game: unpopular opinion edition <3

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Villains and Vampires part 21

MORE MAJOR WARNINGS: gore, animal brutally mauling man, person being ripped to pieces and bloody ribbons

The black veins stretched across the whole side of Villain's neck in a large area all the way down to his collarbone and beyond -- but it looked like it had stopped spreading. And in the middle of the gnarly mess was Hero's handprint, burned into his injury where the tattoo had been, the skin charred and black. Like a brand.

Hero shook Villain's shoulder, but he was unresponsive. Passed out from the pain. But alive. The relief crashed over her in a giant tidal wave.

But now she had another problem to deal with: Supervillain. And she'd drained a lot of her power to stop Villain's bleeding -- she was no longer at full strength. And while Supervillain himself didn't have the type of powers capable of hurting her from a distance, she had no idea what Other Villain was capable of. His superpower was a mystery.

She lifted her head to glare fiercely at Supervillain, whose brows were arched up in surprise. He clapped his hands slowly in mock approval and praise, the movements heavy and exaggerated.

"Impressive. I didn't think it could be done!" He laughed wickedly. "Too bad Villain's out of commission now -- he's the only one I'd have to worry about in a fight. The only one who would stand a chance against my allies. You, on the other hand... there's two of us, and only one of you. And Other Villain here will shred you. You won't win this one." He flicked his hand in signal, and Other Villain took a menacing step forward, electricity crackling in the air around him.

Hero's heart sank. That particular superpower could definitely kill her.

But then a different kind of realization hit her, and her head whipped to Villain's cat, who looked back at her with his orange, slitted eyes.

"Maybe not on my own," Hero growled. "But I have a friend who'd like to join the party."

Mocha limped over to her, eyes full of canny intelligence as he came close.

Hero smiled wickedly, touching her fingers to the metal collar on Mocha's neck -- and melting it off him.

Mocha bared his teeth in what could only be interpreted as a cat's way of smiling, a demon freed from its prison, and shifted right on the spot into his alternate form.

He lunged for Supervillain half-shifted into the giant panther with a primal roar, single front paw outstretched with claws fully unsheathed.

Supervillain was too busy gaping in shock to react before five hundred pounds of pure muscle slammed into him, crushing him into the floor.

Other Villain snapped out of his surprise and screamed in terror as Mocha tore into his boss, raking razor-sharp claws down his torso.

The huge panther whirled around at the scream, shifting targets to Other Villain and launching at him next with a loud hiss, forgetting Supervillain altogether in his bloodlust and leaving him to weakly army-crawl out of the way, trailing a wide smear of blood across the white floor.

Other Villain spun on his heel and ran for his life, but the giant cat was onto him in two mighty bounds, sinking his teeth into the criminal's arm and dragging him to the floor. The animal's jaws clamped down hard, and Other Villain shrieked in agony as bone shattered between big teeth with an awful wet crunch like biting into a potato chip.

Even Hero flinched, nausea churning her stomach at the horrific sound.

Mocha growled around the meat of Other Villain's arms and shook his head violently, flinging the man around in the air like he was a weightless ragdoll.

Other Villain screamed louder as Mocha's teeth sank deeper into his arm, whipping him around hard enough that his shoulder dislocated entirely.

Then Mocha threw him to the floor in a crumpled heap, pouncing on him before he could scramble away.

The panther's hind legs landed on Other Villain's shins, pinning him down as he raked his front claws across his face in long, vicious gashes, over and over and over again, blood spraying with every strike.

Other Villain wailed and struggled as the blows rained down, writhing in pain, electricity sparking off him in short bursts in a futile effort to fight back, but Mocha was too powerful, too strong to escape.

Mocha ripped him to bloody ribbons until his whole face was unrecognizable and his torso shredded, his flesh torn to gorey strips.

Other Villain had long since stopped crying out, laying limp and lifeless on the floor, but the cat clawed him up a bit longer for good measure, blood spattering and streaking his scruffy black fur by the time he was satisfied.

Mocha's chest was heaving from the exertion, eyes narrow with murderous rage and blood dripping from his whiskers as he turned back to Hero, a nightmare brought to life.

Hero stiffened in alarm, hand twitching nervously toward the knife sheathed in her boot in case she needed to fend the beast off.

But Mocha's gaze flicked down to Villain's limp body, and the anger left his feline features, replaced with what could only be interpreted as concern as he limped over and nudged Villain's hand with a low whine, smearing enemy blood from his face onto his owner's fingers.

“Supervillain–” Hero choked out hoarsely, gaze darting over to the smear of blood leading down a nearby hall. “You can’t let Supervillain escape.”

Mocha bared his teeth with a snarl, whipping around and thundering down the hall in pursuit while Hero stayed with Villain, soaked in his blood and sitting in a puddle of it with him.

Villain's face was pale, far too pale, but at least he was still breathing.

Hero winced as she checked on the giant cauterized wound in his neck, a disgustingly perfect handprint-shaped brand in the middle of it. Her handprint. It was so, so wrong.

The wound would likely permanently scar that way, and Villain wouldn't be happy when he found out. Hero wouldn't be either if she woke up and discovered her nemesis' handprint forever branded into her neck. A constant reminder of her enemy.

Hero flinched violently when screaming started up in the distance, her heart plummeting all the way to the soles of her feet at the raw intensity of it. But she knew what it meant.

It meant Mocha had found Supervillain.

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[cursedreverie1945]

The killing of Jochen Peiper

Photographed in 1976 aged 61 while giving interview to French journalist just weeks before his murder..

After serving 11 years in jail from 1945 to 1956, Peiper got a job with Porsche (who had built the Panther) as a sales manager,and later with Volkswagen. He had a small house (below) built in France and moved there in 1972 with his wife, living off his service pension and doing translation work for a publisher.

The house was just outside the village of Traves. And Traves was west of Vesoul.

Peiper's house was in thick woods. He was on good terms with his German neighbor.

But ominous slogans began appearing on local roads leading to Peiper's property.

Power lines leading to Peiper's house gave away that someone was living there. His mailbox was sometimes ransacked.

The house was firebombed in 1976 with Peiper inside. His wife was away visiting in Germany when it happened, and thusly spared.

Nobody was ever caught or admitted responsibility. His body was badly charred, and an autopsy found smoke in his lungs. He'd gone down fighting, firing his .22 rifle and a pistol.

His remains were interred in the Peiper family plot in Landsberg, Bavaria.

Peiper on the cover of a 1982 issue of the Waffen-SS old comrades magazine. "Emordet am 14.7.76 in Frankreich" ("Murdered 14.7.76 in France")

On the cover of the old magazine, I swear he looks like a young Vladimir Putin. It is probably just the angle, but dang.

Who did this, still remains a mystery. I doubt that anyone truly looked hard for the people or person that did this.

German historian Jens Westemeier writes that Peiper personified Nazi ideology, as a purportedly ruthless glory-hound commander who was indifferent to the combat casualties of Battle Group Peiper, and who tolerated, expected, and indeed encouraged war crimes by his Waffen-SS soldiers.

As adjutant to Himmler, Peiper witnessed the SS implement the Holocaust with ethnic cleansing and genocide of Jews in Eastern Europe; facts that he obfuscated and denied in the post-War period. There is also the Malmedy Massacre. There is some proof that Peiper wasn't physically there at Malmedy, but as an officer, he did take responsibility for his men's actions.

Almost EVERYONE that went to trial for war crimes in some way, shape or fashion, denied a lot of their crimes. It's referred to as CYA, cover your ass.

Under Peiper, you can say that he left a horrific wake of bodies and it would be true. Bad things do indeed happen to good people, except he wasn't one of the good ones.

[spectrechosts]

Necrosis

Oh boy, a new series with all new characters, this is surely not just more of the same- hey what's that series tag?

I'm kidding it is actually about and from the point of view of new characters.

But they're there.

Full Series

Lagakh sighed and rubbed her eyes, returning to the barracks she had set up a command post in. She'd barely slept since they arrived, just in time to protect the city from the undead siege they currently found themselves under.

She took a hefty swig of her coffee, the burning bitterness sharpening her senses.

And then she entered her command post to see Ryse lounging on a bench she had moved into the window's light, and sighed and rubbed her eyes again.

"Ryse, why aren't you defending the gates?" She said, careful not to sound accusatory.

Ryse was of the beastfolk, the cat variety, which led to certain assumptions about her behavior.

Considering they domesticated them, a baffling number of people seemed to think cats were secretly plotting their downfall. Dogs are man's best friend, but cats? If you die your pet cat will eat your body! Isn't that nefarious, and not something that a dog would also do when faced with starvation and the inability to unlatch your door.

So when through some wizardly experiment a bunch of animals were given varying degrees of elevated intelligence and humanoid form but still acted like the animals they had just recently been, people were… wary of the catfolk. The dogs were obviously trustworthy; just look at them running around, tails wagging, happy to do anything you ask. The catfolk weren't doing that, and so clearly were up to something.

Ryse fell more on the large breasted maid with cat ears side of the spectrum than the talking panther that will eat your children one, sporting fur across most of her body and some strange mannerisms but still having humanoid hands to hold a bow with, and this placed her firmly into the ever popular role of the brooding ranger in most people's eyes. Capable of heroism, but only reluctantly, and only for a price.

"Oh, you know me. Didn't feel like it." Ryse hummed.

Lagakh was not most people. Ryse had surely found a thousand little spots she could hole up in and not be found until they had broken the siege, and she had instead decided to place herself directly in the path of the one person who would tell her to get back to work. She wanted to help, she just also wanted to lounge around and have it look like she didn't care.

"Why didn't you feel like it, Ryse?" She asked, moving to pore over her maps. The city was walled, and there was only one gatehouse. Half their party (minus one ranger, now) was guarding it, it was the most vital part of their defense, and if Ryse didn't want to be there she had a reason.

"Too crowded for my tastes. You know I like to work alone." Ryse said, rolling onto her stomach and letting her tail swish about.

"I also know you're one of the most capable archers I've ever met, and that gate needs all the defending we can manage."

"Oh, it has it." She continued. "The wizard and barbarian are having great fun, knee deep in gore. Anything she doesn't blast he cleaves in twain, you'd be hard-pressed to find a duo more suited to turning a crowd into charred viscera."

"Don't sell yourself short, Ryse. I've seen you sink an arrow into the eye of a gryphon in flight, pry your blade between the plates of a suit of armor none of us could even dent to slay the warlord within, you-"

"Are very impressive, I know." The cat smiled, blinking at her slowly. "Against single, high-value targets. Not endless tides of dead."

There it was.

"You find it ill-suited to your talents, then?"

"I have only so many arrows, and no desire to clean corpse gunk from my fur." She shrugged.

"Would you like to help people barricade their homes?"

"Who, me? I'd steal anything not nailed down."

The orc gulped down more coffee. Ryse positively radiated smugness. Like pulling teeth with her, sometimes.

"Do you have a suggestion for what you might find worth your time?"

"Hmmmmm~"

Ryse stalked over to her, leaning over the various maps and plans with a steadying hand on Lagakh's back.

"I'm at least as capable as the paladin at healing. Have her help with the barricades and I'll replace her helping the cleric tend to wounded. She's big enough to make easy work of it, and paladins are trustworthy." She hummed.

"Unlike you?" Lagakh asked, crooking an eyebrow.

"See, you understand."

The cat slinked away, and Lagakh was entranced enough watching her leave to clink her mug off her tusk when she went to finish her coffee.

Ryse glanced back and rolled her eyes.

"Get some sleep, boss. You seem distracted."

[fnaflucasverse]

Every 2-3 years I remember my FNaF Parlourverse OC exists and then drop everything to become incredibly obsessed with him. For everyone except two other people: meet Lucas, assistant manager / animatronic technician / Jeremy's self-appointed onesided rival / single mother of 4-5 ghost children. Also some other people are here too. Are they relevant? [makes noncommittal noises]

I'll be making proper introductions to him and his lore sometime soon but feel free to speculate!

Mike, Jeremy, Vincent, Tiger and... the other one... belong to the Parlourverse by @fivenightsatfreddysfanfiction

i think this is the third time ive made an oc blog for this specific guy. [grips me by the shoulder] do Not delete after like two posts again. Promise. PROMISE

[p5x-theories]

Oh, I got a funny one! If this game had showtimes, what pairs would you like to see? How do you imagine them to be?

Oh, good question! Given how massive the team is here, I'm not going to try to arrange Showtimes for every playable character like Royal had, but here's a couple that come to mind off the top of my head:

Closer and Moko. That's kind of a given, haha, but you could do such a fun baseball theme with it! Since Motoha can pitch and Tomoko's a catcher, I could totally imagine the shadow as the batter, with a "three strikes and you're out" setup

Cattle and Mona. Another given, but it'd be really funny to have them arguing about something, the shadow tries to interrupt them, and they obliterate it before going right back to arguing

Key and Panther. This one might seem a bit out of nowhere, but I really like how well their skillsets compliment each other (Key powers up fire attacks, and Panther is powered up by fire attacks + causes burns, and Key then uses those burns to do more damage)? Ann has said she used to look up to villainesses in media, so I totally think she has the flair for dramatics to match Key's energy. And I really like the idea of the duo charring whatever unlucky shadow is in their way to a crisp, perhaps with some holy fire, haha

Soy and Joker. Obviously we need a cooking duo Showtime. Practically goes without saying.

Rin and Yuki. Maybe a tea ceremony/general tea party with the clash between Chinese and Japanese culture surrounding tea? A somewhat literal clash, which the shadow gets caught in the middle of, haha.

Bui and Cherish. They both like plants! Bui's just on a... much bigger scale, heh. But I like the idea of them coming together to really overrun their target with plant life, in a way that's a bit bigger and bolder than Cherish might be used to (thanks to Bui), but still undeniably caring for the plants. If three-person showtimes were a thing, you could absolutely throw Noir in there with them!

Sepia and Vino. Drinking party? Granted, it's a shame Phoebe's a navigator so she can't join them, but it'd still be fun either way.

Chord and Howler. They're both kind of awkward/anxious people until you get them going about their passions, so I think something like a concert where they take a moment to figure out how to interact, then realize they can sing a song about Shichi-kun or something, would be pretty entertaining.

[goshdangronpa]

FAVORITE VILLAIN* BINGO

*Or antagonists, or heels, or just people who do terrible things. If you think any of these chars don't belong, then whatever, man, I'm just having fun

I shared my fave character bingo chart with my brothers and best friend, and to my delighted surprise, they made their own! And one even made a separate chart for his favorite villains, so I wanted to do the same.

Monokuma, standing in for the REAL mastermind (Danganronpa)

Godzilla (Godzilla, the 1954 film / Shin Godzilla / Godzilla Minus One)

Homelander (The Boys)

Antonio Salieri (Amadeus)

Man (Disney's Bambi)

Agatha Trunchbull (Matilda)

You (Undertale)

Norman Osborn, "The Green Goblin" (Spider-Man, the 2002 film)

Erik Stevens, "Killmonger" (Black Panther, the 2018 film)

Plankton (Spongebob Squarepants)

Adrian Veidt, "Ozymandias" (Watchmen)

Count Dracula (Dracula)

The doppelganger Mima (Perfect Blue)

Agent Smith (The Matrix)

Koba (Dawn of the Planet of the Apes)

Michael Myers, "The Shape" (Halloween, the 1978 film)

Dr. Evil (Austin Powers)

Tyler Durden (Fight Club)

Annie Wilkes (Misery)

Biff Tannen and the entire Tannen family tree (Back to the Future)

Amy Dunne (Gone Girl)

Judge Claude Frollo (Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame)

Frank N. Furter (The Rocky Horror Picture Show)

Strong Bad (Homestar Runner)

(Darth Vader is the free space. Let's see you leave him off your own list)

The five on the right side were already featured in my Fave Characters Bingo:

HAL 9000 (2001: A Space Odyssey)

Slender Man

Yzma (The Emperor's New Groove)

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

Nicole (Class of '09)

[nyaskitten]

GUYS. I JUST REALIZED SOMETHING. LORD RAS IS A FAKE CHIMA. THEY CALL HIM A TIGER OR WHATEVER, BUT IN CHIMA, ALL CHARACTERS NAMES START WITH THE FIRST LETTER (or in the phoenix tribes case, sound) OF THEIR NAME!!! WE LITERALLY HAD A CHIMA TIGER, TORMAK (who coincidentally got his skin charred and became a panther, so he kinda looks like prototype Ras or smth)

[ddepressius]

Peryite's humanization (one of my eso chars, he-he) and his mount. Plagueborn senche-panther from New Moon crown crates, yes.

Translation:

Shall we rush to the Orcrest?

[rangikuxmatsumoto]

 – gave my blood sweat and tears for this

An ominous gust of wind whipped across the barren plane, the stark, burned carcasses of trees rattled like bones against the gray sky. Palms flattened against the crust of the earth, her body ached, sweat dripped from her temples falling upon the sooty surface – evaporating nearly instantly as this burned and dead land cried for any subsistence.

Haineko’s laid just beyond the tips of her fingers, her hilt strained. She had been pouring her blood, sweat and tears into this training for weeks – no, wait months. Every opportunity she had where she could sneak away, back to where it all started, sit in those wildflowers and meditate.

Haineko couldn’t claim she wasn’t trying hard enough, her palms were calloused, cracked and bloodied.

Haineko wouldn’t say she wasn’t giving it her all, not when she continued to pick herself up each time she was knocked down, demanding they go again.

Haineko couldn’t say she didn’t mean it – not when she turned those pale irises upon her and there was a fierceness, a coldness that she had not seen before in her Master.

Still, the cat didn’t relent.

“Best to give it up already…” Came the purr-like taunt from the beast as her ashen gray tail flicked amongst the shadows of the burned-out forest. If Rangiku took some solace in the progress she had made it was that Haineko had chosen to reveal her true nature – the gray panther-like yokai, made of her ashes, reminiscent of static upon a television.

“…You’d like that, me quitting…” Rangiku managed after a moment, pushing back to sit upon her heels. Her left palm lifted with some resistance, finding that another callous had split, crimson blood had pooled into the soot forming a black tar like substance upon her hand. Gingerly, she wiped it upon her uniform; her right palm was no different, but she didn’t bother cleaning it, rather she reached for Haineko’s hilt, drawing the weapon across her lap.

“Of course I would,” the sarcastic retort came as she sensed her Zanpakuto’s spirit moving against the shadows. Her vision lifted to the tops of the trees, one swayed as if drawn down by some weight, then snapped back as another one near it lulled against the new force upon it. Haineko was stalking closer to the edge of the forest where Rangiku sat. “You’ve been nothing but a nuance.”

A harsh bout of laughter escaped her, as she drew her left leg forward, pushing herself up to stand once more. “I’d call you the same,” she countered, “This could have gone a whole lot easier if you hadn’t fought me every step of the way…” She hissed, both out of annoyance but also out of the sharp pain coming from her rib – safe to assume it had been cracked.

Just as she managed to stand a blast of ashes shot directly towards her, she managed to evade but barely – the nearly invisible blades slitting her skin upon her cheek. “Then take the hint!” It was a clear growl, a near roar, “Unless you’d rather die!”

A faint flick of her wrist had her blade dispensing into ashes once more, there was no need to call her release, not here, not within their domain. Countering the decisive strike with one of her own, her right-hand extended outwards towards the trees in which she had pinpointed earlier, but at the last moment the ashes split into three separate assaults, slamming into the tree in which she had recognized held her Zanpakuto’s spirit and the two on either side – the clear and objective two main escapes.

A sharp, cracking noise echoed through the barren land, the sound of splintering wood was impossible to ignore as one of the charred canopies toppled and cascaded down to the ground sending up a dust cloud of soot. In it, she saw a large shape drop from the treetops as well, using the unsettled air as a smoke screen she knew Haineko was poised for another attack.

Wind began to whip up, scattering more of the ashes that blanketed the ground up into the air, her left arm rose, her sleeve acting as a shield to cover her nose and mouth from the debris. Just then she felt the telltale sensation of a cut, she glanced at her knuckles, her wrist – small cuts marked her skin. Then her temple, her forehead, paper thin cuts on every inch of exposed skin. She was quick to recall her own ashes back, commanding them into a high-speed vortex around her to dispense any of Haineko’s ashes away.

“You think some glorified papercuts are going to get me to quit?” She shouted, throwing her head back to stare upwards at the sky above her, catching a faint sight, high in the sky that seemed to be barreling down at her. A rocket-like wave of ashes slammed directly over her, scattering and dispensing just as quickly as they had appeared.

As the cloud of dust settled, silence fell upon the world again – there was no rustling of bone like branches, no howls of the wind across barren planes. Haineko had found herself victorious, sending her Master once more packing – until the dust cleared and a swirling dome of ashes remained. The ashes quickly scattered, reforming once more into a blade, her arm bloodied, the sleeve tattered, dropped from over her head, as the newly reformed blade clattered against the ground.

In the very last split second before Haineko’s ashes had enveloped her she had tightened the ashes under her command to rotate faster, closer together, forming layer upon layer of ashen domes to protect her against the onslaught. Only her arm had taken a near direct hit of the attacking ashes before her own had rallied to her defense.

“…You got me good…” barely flexing the fingers on her right hand caused her wince and buckle down to her knee. She expected some cruel retort echoing from the dark, sinister reaches of the seared forest, having expected Haineko to retreat to the solitude upon besting her once more. Instead, there was silence.

“Haienko…” Rangiku called, anxiety spiking at the sudden silence. Haineko was keen on getting the last laugh, the final cutthroat word in, she had yet to leave her hanging like this. “Haineko?”  Was she preparing for the final attack, that would end this once and for all. But there, just beyond the edge of the forest, two piercing blue eyes caught her attention. Their color a vivid, bright blue – reminiscent of the ghostly man who haunted her dreams, she didn’t know any better she would have sworn they were his. But their shape was too cat-like, their size too large to be anything but those of the spirit that called this world home.

“Why do you want this so badly?” Haineko’s voice rang out, in the many months of this endeavor it dawned on her that Haineko had never once questioned her about her motives, till now. She had dismissed her demands, ridiculed her, taunted her but had never asked – why.

Her why came in the form of a desperate cry – not her own, but that of her captain’s – calling for Hyōrinmaru to answer him. And still yet, her why was his voice, younger echoing the sentiment that they weren’t strong enough to help their captain. Her why was the same haunting memory of watching the man she loved die, her tears stilling upon his cheek as she clutched for the strength to stop a monster. A torrent of memories flooded her mind, the feeling of feeling helpless, useless, a burden to those around her – Haineko must have felt it, seen it, known about it. So, what answer did she seek?

“I’m doing this for me,” her tone was resolute, but she was met with silence, yet she could sense Haineko’s displeasure at her answer. “…I never wanted this Haineko. I would have been happy carrying on like we were, content even. I don’t want a damn captaincy, if that’s what you’re thinking. But I want…” Her head hung, lids crushed close as she struggled to find the words or rather fight through the torrid of words that threatened to spill out.

“I want to do this for myself. To prove to myself that I am capable. That I’m not a burden to everyone around me. That I can fulfil my duty that I made, that I can protect the people I care about. That’s why I need this Haineko. I can’t let what happened to Toshiro happen again. I don’t want to be questioned if I ‘can handle it’ or think I need someone there to protect me, because I’m not strong enough, not capable enough to defend myself, my division, Soul Society – whatever or whoever!”

▄▌▐▅▚ ▐▅▚ ▐▅▚▅▀▅

Words echoed within her mind, but she was incapable of understanding it, it was garbled, yet whispered in a hushed tone, and spoken rapidly. Her head lifted; vision focused upon Haineko’s piercing gaze once more.

“There’s a price…” Her spirit spoke, straightforward.

“A price?” She didn’t understand, she hadn’t heard of anything like that, she knew of Hyōrinmaru’s limit on his, knew of Sakanade’s banned use – but a price? “I’ll pay it.”

A sigh escaped her Zanpakuto having expected that response. “You haven’t even heard what it is yet.”

“Then tell me,” Rangiku demanded, matching her straightforward tone.

“…Your Bankai…My Bankai is indiscriminate…Friends and foe can be affected…It will put a strain on your body…your soul…” The last of her cards she could play to protect her Master, her warning about wanting to die hadn’t been in jest – if she wasn’t sincere in her desire, adding this to her already fractured soul, might just kill her.

ነሁጎነልክቿ ክዐ ፕልክቿጌጎ

Words once more sounded within her mind, as she listened to Haineko’s warning, “It will take mastery for this to not be the case. Don’t think it will be easy. It will take years…decades, centuries perhaps…”

Time she may not have, but it didn’t matter. It was almost there, just beyond her grasp.

“Fine!” Bloody knuckles clenched and slammed into the ground as she bowed her head once more. “Fine! It’s a last resort option I get it, Haineko!”

She had lost her cool, she was sounding desperate – after all this work, after fighting tooth and nail with Haineko if her outburst caused her to retreat, she’d never forgive herself. She held a bated breath as she listened for movement, but she heard none, instead she heard a crackling noise. Smoke wafted into her sinuses, her head lifted as she watched from the edge of forest embers pop and cascade, engulfing the already destroyed earth. What was there left to burn?

The small ring of fire suddenly shot out, searing everything in its path, coming within inches of her hands, she snapped up Haineko and sat back. Just as suddenly as the fire had erupted, it was out, gone – but everything it had charred dispersed, a light wind sent a torrent of charred remains into the air, the larger pieces breaking apart and scattering till a swirling vortex of ashes rose between her and the forest. No longer could she see the trees, no longer could she make out where the sky and ashes started or ended.

“…Remember…there is a price…”

Her vision surveyed over the impenetrable wall of ashes before her, glancing briefly down to see that her Haineko was merely her hilt, and the seared ground surrounded her.

ȘƲίȘλɴε ɴΘ τλɴεßί

The words were practically crystal clear in her mind. Her eyes closed; she inhaled…

“…Suisane no Tanebi Haineko…”

Her eyes snapped open suddenly, gone was the barren forest, instead the charred remains of wildflowers surrounded her, petals turned to ashes in the wind, wind that rapidly began to churn, lifting the fine dust like ashes into the air as it clouded the immediate area. She was quick to stand, struggling to maintain the force of her finally achieved Bankai. Haineko’s warning rang like alarm bells in her mind.

Through the swirling vortex, a form moved into her peripheral vision, she turned catching glimpses in gaps of ashes. ‘Friend and foe…’ Her pulse quickened as she raised an arm, a scream of warning bubbled upon her lips.

 “– Ikka..ack!” Blood sprayed from her scream, clogging her throat, she dropped to a knee – her chest, no, lungs wailed in agony. Haineko’s hilt clattered against the ground, as the swirling vortex slowed, the ashes began to fall. Her vision tunneled in briefly as she searched, hands reaching and padding the ground till she grasped Haineko’s hilt once more. Recalling her blade, she slumped forward, her left hand bracing her against the ground and the sound of heavy footfalls flooded her fading consciousness.

“Rangiku!” Ikkaku’s voice sounded miles away, but she felt him next to her, his hand rested upon her shoulder as she lifted her hand to bring him pause. Her peripheral vision slowly began to return, her breathing grew less labored. She sat up, turning her head to spit out blood before wiping her lips against the upper end of her sleeve.

“…Was that…?” Ikkaku squatted down next to her, as her head slowly turned to face him, a faint smile on her lips.

“…My Bankai…”

[viktorviolettaenterprises]

Finnish Army WW2 Heavy Tanks DOWLOAD

A Sequel of  Of Great Projects about Weapons and Heavy Machinery That Used During Winter War (1939-1940) &  Continuation War (1941-1944). This will Conclude The Thanks Series that by both Finland and Soviet Union during the war. it Quite Suprising that Finn Mostly using Captured Soviet Machinery not using Germans Like they Usually do with Their Medium and Light Tanks.. Disclaimer:Due Heavy Censorship Regarding Swastika Usage in Western Society, The Details of The Tanks Are Replaced With  Roundel Instead of Finnish Hakaristi. Here We go.... ISU-152 The ISU-152 (Russian: Самоходная установка на базе танка ИС с орудием калибра 152мм, ИСУ-152, romanized: Samokhodnaya Ustanovka na baze tanka IS s orudiyem kalibra 152mm, meaning "IS tank based self-propelled installation with 152mm caliber gun") is a Soviet self-propelled gun developed and used during World War II. It was unofficially nicknamed Zveroboy (Russian: Зверобой; "beast killer")[1] in response to several large German tanks and guns coming into service, including Tigers and Panthers. Since the ISU-152's gun was mounted in a casemate, aiming it was awkward, and had to be done by repositioning the entire vehicle using the tracks. Therefore, it was used as mobile artillery to support more mobile infantry and armor attacks. It continued service into the 1970s and was used in several campaigns and countries.

Soviet KV-1 The Kliment Voroshilov (KV) tanks were a series of Soviet Heavy tanks, named after the Soviet defense commissar and politician Kliment Voroshilov. The KV series were known for their extremely-heavy armor protection during the early war, especially during the first year of the invasion of the Soviet Union in World War II. Almost completely immune to the 7.5 cm KwK 37 and 3.7 cm KwK 36 guns mounted on the early Panzer III and Panzer IV tanks, until better guns were developed, often the only way to defeat a KV was a point-blank shot to the rear. Prior to the invasion, about 500 of the over 22,000 tanks in Soviet service at the time were of the KV-1 type. When the KV-1 appeared, it outclassed the French Char B1, the only Heavy tank used in the world at that time. Yet, in the end, it turned out that there was little sense in producing the expensive KV tanks, as the T-34 medium tank performed better (or at least equally) in all practical respects. Later in the war, the KV series have become a base of development of the excellent Iosif Stalin tank.