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[northernrunner]

alright literally just made this account 5 minutes ago but favourite tank go, and add why if you feel like it

[belghast]

Hundred Again

Hundred Again - Yesterday I dinged level 100 for the second time in Path of Exile and talk through some of my late league stretch goals.

Good Morning Friends… which admittedly feels odd to say given how much I have failed this past week to say it. I am not entirely certain what I am going through right now, but it has been harder and harder to sit down and actually write something. I think mostly it has felt like I didn’t really have anything worth saying. I’ve been quietly plugging away at Path of Exile while listening my way…

[voiarc-draws]

I wonder how Five Pebbles is doing…

[notlosyr]

Enjoy.

[islandiis]

BLINDSIDED !!

send BLINDSIDED for a scene from my muse's past in which they were betrayed or shocked by what someone did

There are two men pinning him down by his ankles and by his wrists.

The sky is clear and the air is cold, and the grass he's been forced down into is certainly preferable to the abrasive rock that forms their land. A little ways off, there are people he knows - a farmhand and his girlfriend, both skirting eighteen. They keep their heads carefully turned away from him, despite Leifur's hissing and screaming. One of the men snarls him to shut up, and Leifur spits at him.

It is the fucking Norwegians, this is their doing. Leifur liked Tór, despite - he understood now - their initial meeting being an invasion. Tór gave him food. Deep down — despite failing to understand the intricacies of their existence, nor the political plays that these mortals weaponise — Leifur does not wish to believe that this is Tór's fault. It is the people, the Norwegian people, who came here to conquer and to pillage. Under Tór's instruction, yes, and yet...

Could Tór stop this, if he so wished? Could the Góðar?

It is King Olaf who sent Stefnir, King Olaf who sent Thangbrand to the Góðar, King Olaf who - now - has taken several of his people hostage in Norway. It is King Olaf threatening to take their life, should Iceland not convert.

He is aware, too, that the Góðar speak endlessly about Norway. That's all they ever seem to talk about: Norway, Norway, Norway. Friends, that's what they are, and they have to stay that way. It is because of Olaf. No decisions are ever made without the King's presence looming. He doesn't understand why, but he doesn't understand a lot of things. He thinks King Olaf is evil, and he cannot understand why his countrymen simply bow their heads to him. After all — is he not mortal, too?

"Fuck you," he hisses at the men, jerking his wrists against the restraints — ineffectually. Few men would be so heinous as to treat a child this way, but Leifur is no mortal child. He is an immortal boy, physically only five or six — but right now he is a rabid animal, the explosive embodiment of all the great fires of their land. He unleashes a barrage of curses a boy of his age should certainly not know, and he attempts to bite at one man's wrist. "Fuck you! You don't care about Sturla. You never cared about Sturla!"

"You don't even fucking know Sturla, boy."

Leifur spits at him again, then throws his head back against the ground and screams.

His countrymen all know him as a strange boy, coming and going as wildly as the winds of their homelands — and behaving just as erratically. His presence tends to inspire a variety of reactions: some find him endearing, while some find him offputting. They all find him familiar, though, even those he has never met before. He is, after all, the land they walk on and the water they drink. Regardless of how they may find him, he will be exist as they born and as they die.

"Stefnir destroyed everything!"

"And Stefnir is never coming back here."

"And now they've taken Sturla, your 'friend'. Coward!"

The man's chest heaves with rage, and for a moment he looks ready to strike the boy. "You question my fortitude as a man?"

Leifur stops thrashing momentarily to hold the man's gaze, violet eyes all but coring the man from the inside. "I don't question it. You are a coward."

Finally, the man grabs his hair and slams the boy's head back into the earth. Leifur doesn't seem to care or even really react, continuing, "And everyone who Thangbrand got are cowards!"

So, this boy is nothing more than a heathen, is he? It is unusual for one so young - and so isolated - to feel so strongly against the Christians. It was easier to understand it from the farmhands or the sons of the Góðar, but this boy who simply roams, who exists outside the bounds of their society? He doesn't even engage with the Góðar as he should. He may be their land, but he is disrespectful — a lucky little boy who does not know to appreciate what he has. It is infuriating, listening to him whine about the King and the political affairs he takes no interest in. Many of the Góðar are displeased, of course — but law is law, and blood is blood.

"You speak ill of the King and he will have your head, child."

"At least my head won't be bowed. I'm not a coward."

[joeygallagher]

The Chieftains and Sinéad O’Connor - The Foggy Dew

10th Irish Recorded Music Association (IRMA) Awards

Burlington Hotel, Dublin (1995)

RIP Sinéad O'Connor 💚🇮🇪☘️

[ilikebreadbyitsself]

As an Irish-American AND a person struggling with mental disorders, I feel like I gotta talk about Saint Dymphna of Ireland

Much of her history is unknown and based upon word of the mouth. She’s the patron Saint of those struggling with epilepsy, mental disorders, and victims of incest.

Her feast day is May 15th.

She was born around the 7th century in Ireland as the daughter of a Celtic Pagan Cheiftain and Christian Woman. According to legend passed through oral tradition, her mother passed when she was 14. As Dymphna grew up she came to strongly resemble her mother. Her father was grief stricken and looking to remarry. Driven by madness, he attempted to marry her, but she fled with her priest Gerebernus and others to Gheel (modern-day Belgium).

They dedicated their lives to serving the poor and sick and established a chapel. Unfortunately, her father tracked down her whereabouts. He offered his marriage once again and she refused, leading for her ordered execution.

She was martyred at the age of 15 and due to her unwavering faith and compassion for those struggling around her, she was venerated as a saint in the medieval periods.

Her story honestly means so much to me, in a way indescribable with words. It’s just the aura of her, y’know?

[frickerdoodledoo]

A quick ramble about Yorgrim and William Van Brunt.

I think there's more to Yorgrim's burning hatred to Billy the Bitch than what's explored in canon. Let's talk about it!

Spoilers for EoM below

William "not mattering" isn't the only reason Yorgrim spared Billy in the clearing. Because if William truly didn't matter, neither would his death. And in that state, cutting him down would be just as easy as giving a quick speech about overcoming his need to knock him down a peg. Yorgrim tried to let him live for a reason.

Let's do a quick comparison:

In his backstory, Yorgrim:

Trusted his cheiftain wholeheartedly, whether it be from a trusting nature or because it's what he was raised to be what's right.

Ignored warning signs that what he was doing was wrong, simply because his authority told him that the screams of spirits where not his fault

Killed hundreds in pursuit of a goal he thought was noble.

And over the course of the Cyril arc, what does William do?

Well... the people of Cyril clearly trust the Arch Bishop greatly, and said Arch Bishop believes that the witches must be dealt with.

He ignored anyone telling him that he was killing innocent people, because they had to be witches, and witches must die.

And as a result, in an attempt to save Cyril, William killed dozens, if not hundreds of innocent people.

And I think Yorgrim knows this. That their sins are too similar to ignore.

But Yorgrim views death as his escape. His work is done when he is dead. The guilt will not weigh on him when he is dead.

And in that clearing, William has not yet learned to hate himself the way Yorgrim has. William has not earned his escape.

Yorgrim did not spare William because he doesn't matter. Yorgrim spared William because death is a mercy, and it's one that neither of them deserve.

[angelofchaos001]

Meet the Rivulet! (Splitmind AU)

Reblogs > Likes (Reblogging helps out a lot, even if it doesn't seem like much!)

It's Ruffles time!

Lore under cut, includes pre and post Scugerator

Quick tidbit about her design, is that as I draw more designs, I slowly make these slugcats less cat-like and just go more and more nuts, with the Splitmind AU being very different. Rivulet isn't even furred, but instead has placoid scales and has a more sharkskin feel to her.

Also, something you'll see with more of the AU is that scugerators will have their left eye black with a pupil colored like the iterator inside the scug. The only time this changes is when the iterator takes temporary control (whether willingly or through force), where both eyes become reflective of the iterator.

Moots, Interested, or Ones who I think will be interested

@doodlebug091

@keeper-of-magic

@angeliteonfridgeduty

@stupidscav

@batnip

@riverripplespeaks

@cherry-b0mber

@luxdraconia

@voldkat

@lunas-sketchbook

Pre - Moon

Before Moon placed her consciousness in the paws of a slugcat, Rivulet was just an aquatic beast that lived in Shoreline, mostly near the seafloor of the ocean and only coming up every so often to sunbathe or hunt if her normal prey was scarce. (Splitmind Rivulet has true gills, so she can live underwater. She also still has lungs, don't worry, evolution didn't screw her over too bad)

Rivulet lived a solitary lifestyle, only coming into contact with one other slugcat in their life, who simply came and went. At some point, she did visit the local iterator before their collapse, and was given the Mark of Communication before going back to the life she usually lived.

After the iterator collapsed, Rivulet started collecting some of the scraps that washed into the sea, such as pearls, bits of metal and wiring, and even a rarefaction cell (and a lot more damaged cells too). Eventually, she saw another slugcat traveling to the iterator, and out of curiosity, she followed them to watch as they brought the lifeless puppet back to life. After the other slugcat left, Rivulet dropped down to listen to Moon's stories, and would even stay in the chamber when the rains came since she could still breathe.

Post - Moon

After several cycles of living with the iterator, Rivulet saw another slugcat enter the chamber. After initially being hostile towards them, Moon wanted to investigate after the slugcat drew a pearl from a pouch and handed it to her before speaking to both of them, despite marks not being two-way communication. The creature explained that it was an iterator inside of the slugcat's mind, and it hoped this could be a convoluted way to ascend themselves by binding their own minds to another, more feral creature. The pearl contained the instructions on how to do such.

Without lingering for much longer to answer any questions, the creature then gave a suggestion that, normally, it would prefer to genetically engineer the perfect host for such a task, but in Moon's condition, it could be less stressful on her fragile systems to use what was on-hand.

After reading the pearl, Moon asked Rivulet if this was something she was okay with: An iterator in her mind. Rivulet agreed, having grown fond of Moon's presence, and wanted the best for her. Moon went ahead with the process, transferring her mind to Rivulet's.

With a newfound consciousness alongside her own, Rivulet originally wanted to try ascending straight away, but Moon encouraged her to spend some time exploring and showing her things she'd never seen before. Rivulet began doing just that, and Moon offered insight into things that Rivulet didn't understand. The two meshed perfectly, and in the end, the choice Rivulet made was one she never regretted.

Rivulet also met some of the other scugerators on her travels, namely, a feisty and explosive slugcat that had the same telltale eye, but refused to open up on who or why. The slugcat, Artificer, had two missions: Kill the scavenger cheiftain, and then ascend. Rivulet wanted to help, at least with the ascension, and accompanied Artificer on parts of her journey until finally taking her to the new place the scavengers had set up, Bitter Aerie in the remnants of Moon's structure.

After Artificer had done what she wanted, Rivulet took her to meet echo after echo, though both the echoes and Moon told Rivulet that something was wrong with Artificer, as a carnal desire bound her to this world. Despite this, Rivulet still guided Artificer through the world until they'd reached Subterranean, where the guardians (obviously) attempted to attack Artificer. With Rivulet's speed and a bit of trickery, she was able to sneak Artificer past them and eventually, to the void sea.

Riv watched Artificer go, but shortly after could see the golden shimmers in the water and almost saw the red slugcat being fragmented. Confused and worried, especially after seeing what looked like the slugcat trying to claw her way back to the surface, Rivulet dove in to save her. Despite the pain of the void fluid starting to dissolve her body, Rivulet managed to grab Artificer and pull them both out before either could echo/ascend.

After this, Artificer said she was going to 'make things right', and after the two sheltered together, disappeared into the world. In attempts to find her lost friend, Rivulet found a trio of slugcats that didn't have the telltale eye and instead, seemed like just that: Slugcats. As she talked to them and got to know the three, a pair of siblings and the third being like an adoptive one, she became friends with them as well and tries to visit them as often as she can, since she still roams the world looking for Artificer.

[the-atlas-sister]

First Kiss with ATWOW Characters (Jake, Neytiri, Neteyam, Lo’ak, Tisreya, Spider, and Trudy)

Jake Sully:

You never planned sneaking away in the moonlight with your sister's little Na'vi in training, but here you were, hopping from branch to branch in the forests of Pandora. Jake was close of your tail, a wide grin on his face as he tried to keep up.

"Won't your, uh, parents get mad at you for doing this?" he questioned, finally catching up as you stopped at a nearby river.

"Not if I claim you dragged me out here," you teased, turning to the taller Na'vi. "They'd believe me."

"I don't doubt it," Jake agreed, laughing dryly.

You smiled, your face flushing as Jake stared at you with a smile of his own. "Sit down." He broke eye contact as he sat at the edge of the river. You obliged, placing yourself next to Jake. He looked up and around at the scenery. "Pandora is really beautiful."

"Eywa has made it such," you agreed, looking at the fish swimming through the water. "Tell me more about your planet, Jake."

"Oh, it's nothing like it is here," Jake started. "It's not beautiful anymore, it's-" He hesitated. "It was green. Beautiful. But the skypeople- my people killed it." His fingers flexed against the grass beneath your hands. "We killed our mother."

"They are no longer your people Jake," you stated. "At least they do not have to be." You propped yourself on your knees, facing Jake. "You are becoming one of us. You are one of us." You placed your hand on his cheek, allowing yourself to bask in the warmth radiating from it.

Jake's eyes scanned your face. He placed his own hand over yours, pressing his lips against your palm. "Y/n, I-" His words halted as he drew closer to your face.

"Yes?" you whispered.

"I see you," he mumbled before pressing his lips against yours. You immediately reacted, moving your lips against his. Jake's free hand moved to grip the back of your neck.

You pulled away first, cheeks flushed. "Jake, I see you."

Jake grinned, quick to pull you back into the heated kiss by your waist, causing you to let out a giggle.

Neytiri:

Being the foreseen mate of the cheiftain's daughter had it's ups and downs. And riding through the Hallelujah Mountains was an up.

"Neytiri!" you called, riding after the beautiful Na'vi on your ikran.

"What are you doing here?" Neytiri asked as you flew just above her.

"I came to find you!" you said simply, smiling at her. "Jake said you'd be here."

"Ack!" Neytiri hissed, exasperated even at the mere idea of the avatar newcomer.

You bit your cheek. "Neytiri, let's race!" you suggested. "To the far west mountain. Whoever loses has to teach Jake his next lesson."

Neytiri smiled at your suggestion before flying off.

You smiled back widely, dashing after the na'vi. You were close on her tail. You could easily have caught up to her but you found yourself distracted by the way the wind blew through her hair. It gave you a clear view of her dazzling eyes.

You felt your eyes lower to her muscular legs, bent perfectly against her ikran. She had been riding for years and it showed. Your cheeks flushed at her beauty.

"You lose!" The na'vi in question that filled your fantasy's broke you from your thoughts. You quickly stopped your ikran, allowing Neytiri to fly circles around you.

You let out a frustrated sigh, knowing that even if you weren't distracted, she would have won. "Yes, you won, Neytiri," you admitted. "Jake Sully is mine to teach."

Neytiri grinned widely at you. She flew close to you, flipping upside down just above you and your ikran. "Thank you for the fun," she said, giving you a small peck on the lips.

You froze, only for a second, purely in shock at the action. "You-"

"Speak nothing of it," Neytiri stated, her face turning a slight purple.

"Race again? I win I get another?" you suggested.

"Deal."

Neteyam:

You weren't intending to spend your evening with the eldest son of the small family of visitors in your tribe, but here you were. You sat inches away from the darker na'vi boy. Both of you were placed silently on a smooth, dark, rock, just above the dazzling ocean that reflected the night sky beautiful.

"Why are we here, Neteyam?" you questioned, turning to face the boy.

"Is there something wrong with me wanting to spend the evening with my favorite teacher?" Neteyam teased, smiling at you.

"There's nothing else I need to teach you," you scoffed, shaking your head.

"You could help me with my breathing," he argued. "Like your sister helped Lo'ak." He grabbed your hands gently, looking to you for consent. You rolled your eyes but didn't protest. "I breathe from here- and here?" He placed one of your hands on his stomach and the other on his chest, just above his heart. "Like this, right?" He kept his hands over yours to keep them placed on his body. You giggled at his antics, looking down to hide your flushed face. "Like this, right?" He persisted, a teasing smile on his face as he tilted his head down to yours.

"If you wanted an excuse for me to touch you, you could have just said so," you said, blushing as Neteyam nudged your face with his nose.

"No, I really do want a lesson," Neteyam insisted, kissing your cheek. His heart warmed at how you looked under the starlight. He treasured these times with you, happy to have time for him to be himself. He was so often expected to the adult of his siblings, responsible, mature, etc. But he's learned that with you, none of that matters. He could indulge in immaturity for a little while and one of those indulges was teasing you.

"What lesson is that?" you asked, removing your hands from the boy's chest.

"How to..." You could practically see the gears turning in the boys head as he searched for an excuse.

You smirked cockily. "Well if that is all-" You made a move to stand up but Neteyam grabbed your wrist.

"Okay, maybe I just wanted some time with you," he said, kissing your palm gently. You blushed slightly at the affection as you sat yourself down, closer to the young Na'vi this time. He placed his four-fingered hand on your knee. "You know, you could teach me something."

You looked up at Neteyam, surprised by his closeness. "What's that?" you questioned.

Neteyam stayed silent, gently placing his other hand on your cheek. He started by kissing the corner of your mouth. You smiled gently before taking matter into your own hands. You pulled Neteyam into a kiss, feeling him stiffen before relaxing. The kiss was awkward but sweet, more of a mushing of lips.

"I don't think I'm the right teacher for this," you giggled, pulling away from the awkward kiss.

"We'll learn together," Neteyam stated before pulling you in again.

Lo'ak:

You were sensitive. That's one of the reasons Lo'ak enjoyed being around you. It took him a while to understand that you took his jokes more seriously than others and the outcome effected you fairly strongly.

But he got there. As he watched the way you reacted to different things, he became protective over you, which led to your current situation.

"You should have left it alone, Lo'ak," you gently scolded. You wiped away the blood that dripped from the boy's nose.

"Those dumbasses had it coming," he argued, sniffing slightly at the feeling of the rag under his nose.

"What could they possibly have done for you to risk getting in trouble with the chief, again?" you mumbled.

"They were making fun of you!" Lo'ak said, grabbing your hand that was tending to his wounds.

You sighed, feeling your cheeks flush. "You shouldn't give them the time of day," you stated, giving Lo'ak's hand a squeeze. "Now give me my hand back so I can help you." You cracked a small smile.

Lo'ak did as he was told, sitting quietly as you bandaged his wounds.

"Did you get in trouble with your dad?" you asked softly.

"Doesn't matter," he mumbled, avoiding eye contact.

You frowned, cupping the boy's face. You pressed your lips against him in a chaste kiss. "Thank you, Lo'ak."

Lo'ak blushed but smiled. "Anything for you," he stated quickly.

"Don't get ahead of yourself," you chuckled, swiping a thumb over his cheek.

(A/n Lo'ak would be a golden retriever boyfriend)

Tsireya:

"So it's like an irkan?" you asked. You sat on an ilu with Tsireya swimming gracefully next to you.

"Something like that," she giggled, adjusting the way you sat on the ilu. Your face flushed each time her soft hands brushed against your legs or tightened the way your hands gripped the reigns. "Now you make the bond." She gently guided your braid to the ilu's. "Feel the way she breathes, how she moves through the water, and how you move through the water together."

"Mhm," you hummed, fighting down the redness that appeared on the ends of your ears. "Right, right, right. Got it."

"Now, go." Tsireya removed her hands. You willed for your ilu to dive. You inhaled deeply before the ilu dove under the clear water, gripping the reigns tightly. The water pressure pressed against your body, pushing you away from the ilu. Then the enviable happened. You lost your grip and went flying off the creature. You spun through the water.

Shit, shit, shit, you thought as you swam to the surface. As your head burst from the water, you saw Tsireya giggling at you.

"Damn it," you mumbled, hitting the surface of the water with your hand.

"Not bad for your first time," she stated, swimming closer to you.

"Smooth thing to say after laughing at me," you joked.

"I wasn't laughing at you," Tsireya defended, hiding her smile behind her hand.

"Oh yeah uh-huh," you scoffed, fighting off a smile of your own. Tsireya stared at you, as you smiled. You stared right back at her, steadily swimming closer. As soon as you were close enough you gently pecked her lips.

Tsireya smiled gently, making you blush once more.

"Ahem- we should- I should try again," you coughed out.

"If you stay on, I'll give you another kiss," Tsireya bargained.

You went silent for a second. "Get me that ilu back.

Spider:

"Okay, so the loving father approach hasn't worked too well so far," General Ardmore stated. You were a young prodigy na'vi biology prodigy and translator that had joined in the travel to Pandora, thinking it was for the best of the Earth.

You now stood next to the General and Colonel, watching as the young human known as Spider, sat in his cell, glaring at the camera you watched him from.

"How's the kid his age approach?" The general turned her attention to you, making you frown.

"Um, it's hard to tell-"

"Speak up kid."

"I'm sorry, not that I can tell, General," you stated clearly.

"Well, how about you go in there, and we'll see if we can tell," the General said, giving you a hard stare. You directed your eyes downward, sucking the inside of your cheek.

"Yes, ma'am," you mumbled.

"Now, soldier!"

You jumped a bit at the demand but did as you were told.

"Hello Spider," you said as you entered the boy's cell. As soon as you entered, you noticed Spider's demeanor change. He relaxed a bit as you approached him with a small smile. "Is okay if we talk for a bit?"

Spider's eyes scanned you before he nodded hesitantly.

"Would you like to speak in Na'vi or English?" you asked, slowly approaching the skittish boy.

"You know Na'vi?" he asked, allowing you to draw closer.

"Yes, I've studied it for a while," you answered in Na'vi. "I think it's a beautiful language."

Spider smiled slightly. "You speak it a lot better that the rest of the Sky people around here," he complemented.

"Oh they don't speak it well at all," you laughed lightly, making Spider grin.

"They sound like children!" Spider laughed. You smiled at the sound of his laugh. "What else do you know about Pandora?"

"I know it's biology and the legends," you explained, sitting on the metal table that was placed in the middle of the room. "Eywa and the People and their connection to the wildlife."

"You know a lot in theory." Spider placed himself next to you on the table. "But it's more than legends. It's like our way of life." You looked at Spider carefully before looking at the camera. He followed your gaze before looking back at you. "Can I see your shoe?" he asked.

"Oh, um, sure." You removed your shoe and handed it to Spider. He smiled slightly before throwing the shoe at the camera with a grunt.

"Spider, you can't just do that," you scolded gently, although you didn't move from your spot.

"Can we talk privately now?" Spider asked seriously. You nodded. "I know they sent you in here to try and get me to tell you where Jake is. But I like you. You're not like them. You care about Pandora and you're... nice to me."

You blinked in surprise as Spider sat a bit closer to you. "Listen, Spider, we have almost five minutes until the General comes storming in here." You grabbed the boy's bicep. "Tell me, something, anything. It doesn't have to be the truth. Just some random place in Pandora."

Spider frowned. "If I lie will they put me back in that- thing?"

"I won't let them," you reassured him. "I'll make sure you never have to go in that torture machine ever again."

Spider stared at you before quickly pecking your lips. You let out a surprised gasp as you leaned back slightly. "Thank you," he stated before a hoard of solders came running into the room.

(I KNOW- wow how quick! No actually, this is months after Spider was kidnapped and you guys became close)

Trudy:

"L/n, hey, get up," you grumbled and pulled your blanket as high as you could over your head. "Come on, babe, get up."

"No, go away Trudy," you whined, rolling away from Trudy's hand that very desperately tried to pull you from your covers.

"Wake up, I got a surprise for you," she teased. You grumbled as you felt her cold fingers brush some hair from your face. "You're gonna like it."

"I'll like it later," you countered.

"You gotta see it now," she chuckled.

"No," you drawled. You heard Trudy chuckle again before she kissed your cheek. "Trudy, let me sleep." Trudy pulled your blanket down letting your squinting eyes glare at her. "Better be a nice surprise."

Trudy grinned before placing her lips on yours. You hummed gently at the feeling. You placed your hand on the back of Trudy's neck.

"That was it," she whispered as soon as you pulled apart.

"You bitch," you grumbled, collapsing back in the bed.

[neoncityrain]

I've been resisting posting this but you have no idea how much its been rotting my brain,, Scav Cheiftain Muenos

[revive-the-fandom]

One question I've always had in regards to the hunters and the dragon eye is what's the deal with the king of dragons' lenses? The hunters must've, at some point, discovered the Bewilderbeast on Beserker Island. But rather than amassing an army to capture/kill it (they could even have asked the archipeligans as at this point the war with the dragons was ongoing), they hid the location on at least two sets of five lenses. That feels like they were trying to hide the location, but they kept multiple records of the location, indicating that they wanted to go back at some point.

Another thing is the Dragon Eye itself. If the dragonhunters built it, and then lost it, why not build another? There are only two possibilities I can think of: 1) The hunters weren't always hunters, and the Grimbornes lead a coup rather than having built an organisation from scratch, during which the original faction made every effort to hide the location of the Bewilderbeast (If they had made multiple Dragon Eye's, they destroyed them and the one in the show got missed because the reaper got lost in the ship graveyard) but recorded the location of the Bewilderbeast on the lenses in case they won the coup. 2) is that the dragonhunters stole the Dragon Eye from a different culture, who made the Dragon Eye, found the Bewilderbeast, etc, etc

Both theories have problems, and I can't decide which fits better. Thoughts?

damn everytime i think ive covered everything lol

to answer another, related question i got:

the dragon eye having instructions on how to care for the dragons always struck me as them needing to know how to cultivate them best for good hides, meats, healthy fangs and talons and whatever else might be used like venoms etc.

also just healthy looking dragons will always sell wayyy better than ones on deaths door. and the hunters are primarily getting money through sales so this is their priority.

to answer your question:

i think you're right that they wanted to go back to the Bewilderbeast, but i would say something different happened.

I think it's more likely that the grimborns were the OG hunters, or have some link to the OG tribe, and they are the rightful heirs as Viggo seems both very interested and knowledgeable of the Hunters past, something a usurper or descendant of a usurper wouldn't want to know about or care about (as it opens the door to saying that they aren't legitimate and that causes their claim to the "throne" to weaken).

the grimborns probably did have a hand in making the dragon eye, and i think Viggo's grandfather, who he was very attached to and looked up to also knew a lot about the dragon eye.

i think the Dragon Eye was exclusively used by the chieftains/ captains of the Hunters as a sort of insurance that they'd always be in charge as their knowledge is the key to the Hunters success. so i think the cheiftains and their heirs were the only ones who knew how to operate it, which is why Viggo is able to unlock the Eye despite it clearly not having been in his possession before the series. the knowledge of the Eye was passed down through his family line until it passed to his grandfather, who passed it to him.

as I said in my previous post, i think that the Hunters fell apart before Viggo and Ryker's births, possibly during their grandfather's time. and that's when i think the eye was lost, possibly taken as a trophy by the crew who staged a coup against the grimborn's or possibly it just so happened to be in that Hunters hands when it all went to shit.

so Viggo doesn't immediately know where the Bewilderbeast is because while he's learned about the Eye in theory, he doesn't know all of the information on it by heart.

as for why they didn't do anything with the Bewilderbeast if they knew where it was all this time, i think the size and power of the Bewilderbeast is answer enough. the Hunters operate by capturing, farming and selling their dragons, not by simply killing them. how could they capture something literally as big as a mountain and what would they use it for? would it be worth the men lost in the battle? probably not.

so i think they kept track of it while they considered what to do with it. and kept it secret so that they could come in and take it if they ever did figure out what to do with it. they want to profit from it, but they dont know how, so it just becomes a "if i cant have it no one can" situation.

[belghast]

Necropolis League Start Plans

Necropolis League Start Plans - This morning I talk about my Necropolis League start plans for Path of Exile later this afternoon and some of the early unique goals.

Good Morning Folks! At the time if writing this, the Necropolis League for Path of Exile is roughly six hours away. The start will happen at roughly 2 pm CDT and since I have the day off I plan on being there attempting to get in at the very beginning. The only question is whether or not I go through the hassle of trying to download the standalone client which always updates faster than Steam.…

[dragynkeep]

Blake's self-loathing and tendency to run away from problems really makes me question her parents' parenting. They seemed perfectly healthy to me during my first watch, but now I wonder if Blake's lack of responsibility for her actions and insecurities stem from them being asleep at the wheel. Which of course, will never be properly explored.

there's so much that's questionable about the belladonna parents when you put them into context of blake's backstory & it's crazy to me that they skate by in the fandom's eyes when parents like taiyang get hate in spades for far lesser actions or just straight up headcanons.

the canon we have for the belladonnas is that they exposed blake to violent protests as a young child, & then allowed her to run off as a 12 year old to a radicalized organization ghira was the former leader of without so much of a mention of even attempting to stop her. when they had all the resources to do so as the cheiftain & leader of an island with guards & a goddamn mansion.

then when blake comes back, not only do we get them allowing blake to continue blaming herself instead of owning up & saying that they should've done more to protect her because she was a child, but also we have the sexist trope of ghira being overprotective of blake because she's brought a boy home.

like, where was this protectiveness when your 12 year old ran away? where was it when she was blaming herself as a barely legal adult while crying in your arms? but no clearly it needs to come out when she brings the sweetest boy on remnant home who actually cared for her well being, unlike you ghira, you deformed sunbear looking raggedy bitch.

kali isn't escaping this shit either, she's a jobless housewife why couldn't she go look for her daughter? or give any actual advice beyond sexualizing her daughter's barely legal friend. kali only gets worse in the canon comics where she straight up tells blake that it's her job as a woman to civilize the people she loves & bear the brunt of their emotions.

i hate these two so much lmao.

[notlosyr]

I have a cool idea where enot shows some feat of strength in front of some scavengers (probably not on purpose), and somehow becomes the new chieftain of the scavengers after arti killed the previous one, then arti finds out, gets all pissy that a slugcat is leading her mortal enemies, starts a fight with enot, the scavs actually think enot can take her, so theyre cheering on, enot reluctanly agrees, 'cause enot doesn't actually hate arti, but there's hundreds of people around, so they feel kinda obligated to, blah blah blah, fight scene, all that cool jazz.

When I figure out how to draw good, I'm gonna use this idea as practice for animating. mark my words.

I might also have this as a backburner fanfic, just in case I wanna shake things up a bit with my storytelling, because :) is mostly suspense and scary. There isn't much fighting.

[bat-under-a-bridge]

Protector, The Cheiftain