#do they give them away for free to anyone who joins? do they sell them?

[mossattack]

babe wake up new merch just dropped

[nightingale2004]

Severus's life if Tobias was an actual decent father and husband headcanons

When he finds out that Eileen and Severus are wizards, he takes a minute to take in the information (i feel like he is more the religious type) and even goes to church.

At first, he was angry that his own wife would hide that from him, but after much time and talking with a reasonable, open-minded, understanding priest, he went home and he and Eileen had a long talk.

He is a hard worker at the factory. He goes to work early but comes home late, and Eileen always makes him breakfast, lunch, and dinner and barely drinks but still drinks every now and then.

After Eileen told Tobias everything, he told her to educate him on the Wizarding world so he could have a better grasp of it.

After Tobias was educated on the Wizarding world, he did not like how relationships like his and Eileen's were looked down upon, which made him worried for Severus, especially when he got accepted into Hogwarts.

Severus still wears hand me downs but he does get some new clothes since they don't have a lot of money.

Tobias would be that husband and father that would glare or yell at someone who gave them looks or said/whispered something about them.

Tobias would not be afraid to fight somebody, magic or not. (YOU DO NOT MESS WITH THIS MAN'S FAMILY)

Whenever Severus comes back and he is acting different, he notices. He knows what being bullied looks like, and he talks with Severus about it

Tobias teaches Severus how to defend himself and shows him a couple of moves he learned in the military (the man obviously served)

Eileen would be more involved in Severus's life instead of being afraid.

When the "prank" happened, they immediately found out and gave Dumbledore h3ll for this. And they immediately pull Severus from hogwarts (but not before Tobias is about to give the marauders an old school a$$-whooping)

Eileen and Tobias transferred him to Durmstrang, where they kept a close eye on him (they are helicopter parents now, and u can't tell me otherwise)

Severus obviously noticed the struggle that his parents were facing, not just prejudice but the money struggle. So, growing up, he would always help his mom around the house, help cook and clean, and even sell some potions here and there. (He sells his potions to Tobias's work buddies)

Severus gives his dad potions to help his health and even casts a few spells on him to help him at work (Tobias even after all these years is still not used to it but is impressed by his son's brain)

When Severus graduated, a lot of potion masters wanted him, but he knew he couldn't afford it. So his parents both worked to scrounge him enough money to pay for his apprenticeship (severus helped, he's not letting his parents do all the work)

Severus's summer job as a teenager was helping out at either his father's factory or working at a bar

When Severus came out that he liked both girls and boys, both his parents weren't surprised. They found out a looooong time ago and had their time to process it. And they learned to accept him and his Sexuality in their own way.

Severus is a potion master, has his own apothecary, and his parents couldn't be prouder. He also has a medical and chemist degree. (So if anyone needs a doctor, he's your guy)

When Eileen passed away, Tobias was distant from Severus, but eventually, he learned to be close with his own son again for his wife's sake.

Tobias and severus visit Eileen's grave every year on her birthday.

After Tobias passed, Severus visits their grave in his free time just to talk to them and tell them about his life.

Severus is happier, calmer, and less depressed but still our favorite Sarcastic sharptounged Slytherin

He wouldn't join the deatheaters unless they threatened his parents. He would protect them with his life

Hope you guys love this little headcanons. Enjoy

[seiya234]

21 grams lighter

that website, amirite? anyway can't fucking believe alex did it again.

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“Uncle Dipper, the school said you had to sign this?”

“Me specifically?”

Hank frowned. “Well, an adult in our house.”

“You’re the first one we found,” Willow added.

Dipper picked up the paper, skimming it quickly and. Oh.

Oh my god.

“Mabel are you in here?”

As the triplets wandered off, task done, a head covered in googly eyes popped out the kitchen door. “Mmmyes?”

Dipper brandished the papers. “Do you remember MADD?”

“Moms Are Down with Drugs? Yeah. We had to do those worksheets, and go to that rally in the gym, and there was a dog in a jacket.” Mabel paused. “Also, I don’t think they actually knew what it meant when you say you’re down with something.”

“Okay, so MADD… but for selling your soul.”

The googly eyes, with impeccable comedic timing, all fell off of Mabel’s face.

“No.”

“Oh my god, there’s a pamphlet.”

By now, Mabel had joined him at the table. “’Soul Selling: Not Even Once!’ Oh. Oh Dipper, this is bad.”

He was trying to hold in peals of laughter. “I know!”

“I don’t think this is going to discourage anyone.”

“I know.”

“And look, they basically give you the directions to summon five different demons in the name of Not Doing That, this is really, really bad.”

“I̶t̷'̴s̵ ̸f̸a̷n̶t̸a̴s̶t̷i̸c̵!̴”

Mabel looked at him, just looked at him for a minute, sadness welling deep in her eyes.

“No. No it’s really not.”

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Trillions.

A number that is truly incomprehensible, much less in the context of time.

There were souls that rotted in that stomach longer than the oldest rocks of Earth.

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[from the M.A.D.D. Brochure, 2285]

“So remember kids, selling your soul doesn’t just effect you. It effects every version of you! It is an indelible mark that will linger for eternity, never changing, never going away. Paths, choices, loved ones, all will wither in the face of the horrible decision that you made! Eternity is forever, don’t make it your fault!”

[penciled in the margins, a note: “so we aren’t going to talk about social inequality or systemic racism then are we?”]

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(the most eternal, sacred part of a being)

Dipper had been a demon for all of a month, if that, when he was offered his first soul. For a while, he… didn’t really do anything with them.

When he did, it was of course super traumatic for everyone involved but eh, that kind of went with the territory of everything that was happening in his life lately.

Point being, he never was sure why Bill kept everyone trapped inside of him, constantly screaming, constantly playing beach tunes to drown them out. No, better to eat them, get the power, set them free.

Like, obviously, not great to be eating souls in the first place, and yeah, yeah, he could tell, even ten thousand (ten million) (ten billion) years later who he had crunch munched through, but like, they were able to be out there living their lives! Doing stuff. Cycling back through.

Honestly. What had Bill been planning to do with them?

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For the first week after it happened, animals ran away from Mabel.

Not just cats and dogs but all animals. Flocks of birds would fly off at her approach, deer would get near the Shack and then run off, and Gompers disappeared into the woods.

After the bear ran screaming from her, Mabel put two and two together, and called Dipper.

“Is this forever?”

Dipper frowned. “What do you mean?”

Mabel waved at her body. “This.”

(it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair she was only 16/18/22/17, she didn’t mean for this to happen, she only wanted to live, he only wanted her to live, this wasn’t f a i r )

“Oh. Uh. Um.”

“Dipper. Just. Tell. Me.”

“Hold on.” He reached into his stomach, and pulled out something…. Ineffable.

It felt like every single cell in Mabel’s body was reaching towards it, she found herself walking towards Dipper’s open hand.

The demon looked at her.

“You can have it back.”

She was crying. When did she start crying? And more worryingly, why did it feel like this was the first real, true thing she had felt in a week?

He pushed the Ineffable thing into her chest, and Mabel sank to the ground, sobbing. She felt whole again.

She didn’t realize that she hadn’t been whole, not truly, not until now.

Alcor smirked. “Consider it… out on lease. I’ll take it back eventually.”

She should have challenged him on that. Should have asked him about that. Should have done a million trillion other things.

But Mabel was human. And scared. And so, so very young.

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(you were birds)

A young man with fluffy brown hair, mixing his blood with his sister and his new brother-in-law, making a promise.

(you were trees with roots entangled)

They made a family together, it was a beautiful family, they let him stay, stay when anyone else would have told him to leave.

(wherever we go next, whatever you choose, I will always be right there with you)

They fit, like spoons in a drawer, like yin and yang, salt and pepper, ketchup and mustard, literally a million different pairings you could compare the two of them to. They weren’t perfect but love doesn’t need to be, and shouldn’t be perfect.

(that’s done buddy)

One grave

(congratulations)

Another grave, but eighty years later.

(you chose Alcor instead)

[bitchesgetriches]

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[randy-inks]

What if Lucifer can see deals that demons make with each other and what if the real Alastor is the shadow?

Story here:

Being the king of hell, and a fallen angel, Lucifer has abilities that no one else has. One of those abilities is being able to see the deals demons make with each other. Maybe it’s another punishment from heaven. He gave humanity free will, so he will be able to see humans willingly take away theirs for some kind of personal gain. Lucifer could never understand why anyone would do that, and he doubts he would ever will. He risked it all for them and for what? He’s stuck in hell forever, unable to fly around heaven and earth. He risked his own freedom for Lilith and Eve. Now Lilith is gone, and Lucifer is back to being a bird in a birdcage. At least he has his daughter, Charlie, with him. Speaking of which, she had asked him to join her and everyone for something about the hotel and Alastor. Honestly, the king’s mind went blank at the mention of Alastor the radio demon. Someone Lucifer would rather avoid at all costs. But to make his little girl happy, Lucifer went downstairs where everyone else watches Alastor talk about something. Alastor made some sort of snide comment on Lucifer being late. The fallen angel just rolls his eyes and immediately ignores Bambi. Alastor’s words were in one ear and out the other ear. Lucifer’s gaze slowly turns to Alastor’s shadow, who’s uncharacteristically sad. The more he looks, the more he realizes something. He knows Alastor has made deals, sinners selling their soul to him, but he didn’t realize Alastor sold his own soul. The more he looks, the more he comes to the cold realization.

The shadow is the real Alastor.

Somehow Lucifer couldn’t see the full details of Alastor’s deal, but he does know that Alastor isn’t in control of his body and is being forced to be a shadow. This made Lucifer’s heart skip a beat. He must find a way to give Alastor’s freewill back. Even if so far this fake Alastor has been a pain in his ass, maybe the real one is nicer? Lucifer doubts that, but it’s the least he could do for the poor sinner.

[cod-dump]

Time (another monster au fic)

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Price hadn’t foreseen ‘non-human handler’ in his future. Two vampires, an insectoid, whatever the hell Nik was (a lycan of some kind?), and a demon? Definitely wasn’t how he thought his days would go. He especially didn’t plan on sort of adopting the vampires both being older than his grandparents. Well, Soap was. Gaz was much younger than that but still older than Price.

But, their youthful appearances have most certainly made him feel like they needed guidance even though they had far more life experience. Well, Gaz seemed to return the familial connection, at least. He would often come join Price in his office just sit and talk. It was nice having that connection since Price wasn’t in contact with any of his family, distant relatives or close family members.

“Cap… I have a question,” it wasn’t often when Gaz wanted to ask Price something.

He was smart, had seen more things than Price. He was also the type to try to figure things out on his own before asking questions (thankfully he doesn’t do this on the clock).

“Question? About what?”

“Well… Ghost.”

Price felt his heart beat quicken, he knew where this was going, “What about him?”

“Why is he here? He’s a demon, they don’t do this kind of thing. Especially not on their own free will.”

He could hear what Gaz was wanting to say. The thing he hasn’t about to actually say out loud, the thing this was all about. Laswell had the worst reaction when she had found out. Tears, yelling— The works. Nik was much calmer in appearance but Price could tell he was devastated.

Price knew the risks, he knew what he was getting himself into. It was his soul after all, he could do what he pleased with it.

“I… contracted him. He’s a mercenary, after all. He works for me, and when the job’s done he gets his payment… then he’s gone. That simple.”

Gaz’s jaw as clenched, a pain in his eyes that just pierced Price’s soul, “That’s a funny fucking way to call selling you soul to him.”

Price had years to accept it. He’s the one who summoned the Ghost to this plane, the one who offered Simon Riley’s corpse for him to root him here so he had a physical form. Price gave him rank, this human mask that he could wear. Whether he kept it when everything was said and done is uncertain. Price had feeling he could make a hell of a business off of it.

“I had my time to accept it, I don’t expect you to get it.”

Gaz couldn’t look at him, choosing to stare at the wall instead. The angle allowed Price to see the light glint off his eyes, giving away his inhuman nature. Gaz was much more emotional than other vampires. He remembers being human, he cares about humanity. He was stealing blood bags almost his whole vampiric existence before Price found him and recruited him.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, Kyle. When I’m gone Nik will be taking you and Soap with him to Chimera. Kate will make you two disappear and can go on to Russia.”

“That’s supposed to be comforting?”

“Russia does have the highest population of any non-humans in the world. Plus Chimera is nothing but non-humans.”

“Fucking- I don’t care about finding somewhere safe!” Gaz stood quickly, knocking his chair back, “You fucking sold your soul to a demon! You have a timer on your life!”

Price watches Gaz wave his arms around, tears pricking in his eyes, “You’re dying!”

Price sighs. He had accepted this himself, he knows his fate. Unless the demon themself decides to break the contract, spare the human who made it with them… Price’s fate is sealed. There has been some recorded incidents where demons completed the contract only to just leave, not taking their client’s soul. It is possible to survive, but making a demon genuinely like you to the point they let you keep your soul is near impossible.

Ghost was going to kill him in the end. Eat his soul in probably the most painful way possible before fucking off to do whatever.

“Kyle…”

“How can you be so fucking calm? Did you even consider how anyone else would feel!?”

“I made that deal a long time ago. Before I had anyone in my life worth living for. I do not regret sacrificing my life for the greater good.”

Gaz was shaking, now quiet. Price swallows before standing, going around to the vampire and pulling him into a hug. Gaz almost instantly clung to him, a quiet sob in his chest.

“I don’t want you to die…”

“I’m sorry, Kyle. I can’t change anything.”

“There has to be another way.”

“Heh, you know trying to cheat a demon out of a soul is dangerous. You know how dangerous Ghost is.”

Gaz pulls away, wiping his face, “Fuck… Yea, I do…”

Price felt dread in his chest. The first time in years he had to truly acknowledge what he had done. He felt like this after he told Laswell, after Nik, and now Gaz. Their emotions reminded him how deeply upsetting this was. But Price couldn’t take it back. He wouldn’t if it meant he would still be able to do it. Save this world from it’s own self-destruction… all at the cost of a single soul. What he’s doing wouldn’t be permanent, the rot would always crawl back. but at least his soul would buy everyone some time.

[octopus-reactivated]

Whumpy potential of Aasimars

I was recently watching a video discussing how aasimars are approached in DnD, their abilities, origins and so on and how some problems could be fixed. For those who don't know, Aasimars are race of angelic aesthetic and are playable in Dungeons and Dragons.

In the video I was watching it was said that in a way "Aasimars are opposite of Tieflings". And since Tieflings are often considered evil by nature + dangerous +unwanted, it would mean that Aasimars are considered good and welcomed? Well, yeah, but it gave me whumpy ideas.

What if people welcome Aasimars because they are expecting "good guys who are helping us with our problems"?

I mean it's a good thing, right? People like them, so it's nice? But what if Aasimar can't take three steps without being asked to help someone with something? What if no one ever bothers to pay them back?

What if refusal to take care of someone's else business is considered rude and Aasimar person asking for help can do total 180° and start insulting one they hoped to get something from? What if any attempt of establishing boundary is considered as betrayal even if you just meet? What if Aasimar who is not helping everyone is called 'fake"? Think fantasy equivalent of "if you really liked art you would draw this for me for free"

What if people demand that Aasimar help them even with stuff that are against Aasimar's personal values? (Like: help me take revenge on this person or make this couple break off so I can steal my crush) What if people demand Aasimars to do the impossible and get mad when they don't get what they want?

What if body parts (hair, feathers etc.) of Aasimars are told to bring blessing? What if everyone tries to get their hands on some of them? Sure, cutting few of your hair doesn't hurt, but how many of them can you give before you go bald? What if some people don't ask and just rip off feathers out of wings?What if some are kept captive so their Masters can sell fragments of them?

(Speaking of which, wing whump)

What is Aasimars glow faintly and can't really hide? Really bad if Whumper is looking for them.

This also could be a starting point for backstory of many playable characters. Some could try to disguise themself to not be bothered, other could live away from all civilization, some joining a temple so charity time would be regulated from the top, some turning away from people and refusing to help anyone at all, some just accepting their fate and trying to please everyone (and doing surprise pikachu face when their party cares about their well-being)?

Aasimars are apparently one of least popular races to play and I think we could help it if we added some angst in worldbuilding

[dent-de-leon]

Thinking again about Lucien’s whole childhood and trauma, the child abuse and loss of autonomy. His own parents selling him out to a hag--forcing him to lead other victims to her when he was just a child, afraid and all alone in the cursed Savalirwood. Memories of how he treated his older brother's wounds after their father hurt him. His own parents later digging up that same brother's grave and handing him over to the hag, letting her turn him into an undead puppet--a lifeless, empty husk, a haunting mockery of the loved one he lost.

The fire he set to stop his parents from ever hurting him, his siblings, or anyone else ever again. How he still wakes up screaming to nightmares of smoke and screams--

Living on his own in the streets of Shadycreek Run by the age of 12, sending his little sister off to Rexxentrum with some traveling merchants because he was desperate to do anything to get her out of that town, to get her away from people like the Jagentoths--the family that killed their other sibling over their parents' debts.

Lucien saying goodbye to his sister and not seeing her again for years because he felt like it was his only chance to get her out of the Run, to give her a better life while he still struggled and fought every day to survive. Lucien throwing his lot in with the Claret Orders and sacrificing his own blood to fight deadly monsters--believing it was a way to prove himself "worthy," to slay other horrors like the witch who tried to make him into an empty puppet. A way to finally make enough money to support his sister and give her the life he always wished he could. A chance to finally have enough power so no one could ever manipulate or hurt him again.

Lucien looking up the Solstryce Academy in awe, yet knowing that a child like him would have never been given a chance there, feeling the ache of his blood hunter scars and believing that he would never truly belong. Lucien who knew from the beginning that he would be an outsider, that people in Shadycreek would only ever see his infernal blood and hate him for it. The heartbreaking realization that blood hunters are ostracized and feared and hunted down just the same, that his own sister looks at the scars he got trying to build a life for her and she's so disgusted and terrified, she turns him away.

Mage after mage using their magic to try and control Lucien and bend him to their will time and time again. The hag who always hoped to add him to her collection one day, hollow him out into another empty puppet. Vess manipulating him at every turn, using him and throwing him away again and again. The Somnovem all branding Lucien against his will, whispering in his dreams, tormenting him through countless visions. Enslaving him just like all the other fate touched souls that mages of Aeor tortured so long ago.

Lucien being betrayed and hurt by the world again and again, losing any semblance of family or home, always knowing he would never be accepted. Blood and debts and fate and all the misfortune entirely beyond his control, a deck stacked against him from the very beginning.

Lucien looking at Mollymauk and breaking a bit when he realizes that this other part of him was so loved, was able to find his own family and home and happiness. Molly carrying the same scars but none of Lucien's painful past or memories, free of every nightmare Lucien's ever been running from for so long. The way Mollymauk Tealeaf is living the happy dream and fantasy that Lucien always ached for, but never believed could be. How the two of them shake hands and join together again at the very end--

[talesfrommedinastation]

My Neighbor Doug on different locations in 'The Bad Batch'

So I did as was requested by my poll, and asked Doug what he called (and thought of) the various different places in which 'The Bad Batch' took place.

Need refreshers? Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Main Characters

Doug's interpretations of The Bad Batch: Side Characters

Here we go:

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Tipoca City: The Mall on the Ocean. You know it either smells really nice, clean and like fresh perfume, or it smells like ass and balls. It’s duty free, of course. Daddy Warcrimes totally plows the liquor section when Ryan-from-Accounting won’t stop annoying him and Daddy Rambo sprays on the sample Sauvage cologne to get the ladies. 

("I thought he was married?"

"He need the reassurance. Y'all know guys like him.")

Onderon: Damn-It-Jared’s Trailer Park. It’s where he and his goofy-assed hippie friends fire weapons and drop acid and scare the wildlife. It’s like Oregon, but stupid. Just like Damn-It-Jared. And Daddy Warcrimes comes down and murders civilians, because the man craves police brutality the way I crave a drink after watching the Saints lose. 

Saleucami: Tremor-Land. Look at this place and tell me you ain’t expecting giant worms and Kevin Bacon to pop out of nowhere. Also, Not-Wolverine’s wife gives me Reba McEntire vibes, trust me. They seem like a fun couple, I’d love to drink beer and shoot guns with them on a Sunday. 

(Cut and Suu = Not Wolverine and Not Wolverine's wife)

Pantora: Not-Quite-Austin. Its where young hot people go to get drunk, get into street fights and then leave. You know, where That Chick That’s in Everything gets into a motorcycle race with Daddy Rambo and then they look for the Gun Safety Muppet and Little Orphan Blondie is lost and I guess they sell Toaster Strudel at one point to the three eyed goat for cash?*

Meat Muffin, what in the hell did I just write? 

Corellia: Where-Anakin-Lost-His-Legs and Jorge’s Unemployed Sisters are collecting scrap metal for cash.

(“This is not where Anakin lost his legs!” 

“How do you know?”

“ I watched Episode III?! Did you?”

“Eh, they’ll update it, just watch.”)

(FYI, I wish Trace Martez and Tech had more scenes together. They would have been a cute nerdy couple)

Bracca: Planet Dump. Seriously, there’s a planet devoted to garbage. Is it New Jersey? It’s just creepy people floating around trash? Man, it’s like Thor Ragnorok, but sad. Think Valkyrie would show up at some point? Julio had a headache here and strangled someone, I get it, migraines ain’t fun. 

Ord Mantell: Great Value Cyberpunk. Do humans even live here? Well, Houma BBQ bitch and her ugly clutch of mutant boyfriends do. Her bar totally looks like someone practices eye surgery in the back like in Minority Report. 

Raxus: Space Country Club. Oh, this place nice and clean. I mean, dang, it looks like a gated community where everyone plays golf and is mean to their neighbors. I bet they have an amazing Christmas lights display but don’t allow ‘riff-raff’ to come in and bully anyone who doesn’t join their HOA. My sister’s in one outside of Miami, and it turned her into a bitch, trust me. 

Daro: Not-Quite-Fort-Bliss. I don’t get this place. It’s where Manny’s hanging out with other army guys but they don’t like him, even though he’s a good soldier? What the hell, the Empire is run by mid-level corporate dumbasses who think their online MBA makes them a god. 

::proceeds to go on a rant about MBA Rob, his nephew, and the clowns like them::

Safa Toma: Tank Girl’s Home. It’s like Tatooine but fun and crazy. It’s where the Rhino that Sells Used Buicks and his pet iguana live and force people to race in used car parts.**. 

Pabu: Space Daytona. It’s nice, it’s pretty, but I kept thinking the Empire was going to nuke it at some point. Hey, Church Lady says it’s her home away from home…where’s her other home? New Orleans? Shit, that’s a thought.

Eriadu: Space New Hampshire. It’s foggy, got mountains, and filled with angry old white people who can’t seem to retire. You know Tarkin totally screams at waiters and lives to make the poor check out girls at Publix cry. Just like his bitchy daughter, Stepsister Beth. 

(Doug now headcanons that Tarkin is Emerie’s dad…which makes zero sense, but whatever.)

Ryloth: Space Arizona. Everything seems rich and nice and the women are vaguely hot, cool canyons and mountains and whatnot. But then dig a little bit and everyone’s rat-in-a-shithouse insane and there’s guns everywhere. I like Hera and her daddy, he’s cool. Like him riding his space motorcycle and flinging that spear at folks, more of him please. 

Weyland: Spooky Lab Land. It’s where Stepsister Beth and Ryan-from-Accounting have family reunions with her asshole dad, his bitch wife Laura, and the gang. They’re into science and not making eye contact with anyone because there’s shit in the lava lamps that might be humans. 

Serrano: Space Coeur d’Alene. It’s got pine trees and mountains, real pretty, but it’s easy to fling trash and bodies everywhere and every other person is Doomsday prepping. You ever been to Idaho? Real pretty, but real off, ya know? 

*= I was struggling to breath after this. What in 'The Witch' was he thinking?!

**= Millegi and his racer. I had to stop texting Doug for a bit at this point, I was cry-laughing so hard I couldn’t see. 

[proffbon]

The Fool and the Moon for the whole rookery >B)))

Hoo boy, here we go. Questions from the Tarot ask.

The Fool: Where did Rook's journey begin? What were they doing before joining the Veilguard?

I think I have the more detailed backstory posts about every Rook scattered somewhere around the blog so I'll just do shorter versions.

Mien de Riva: As a child he was a slave in Tevinter along with his mother. Due to Tevinter's favorite past time (political intrigue) their master was forced to flee the country but as he was quite the greedy and mercantile man he refused to adanbon his slaves when he could sell them for a bit of money. The master mostly made deals in border or trade towns so most slaves were taken as dock hands or cheap laborers but as there could be a chance that they would be bought back to Tevinter Mien's mother warned him to not show their relation and not react if she would be taken by someone from Tevinter. This, in her opinion, could ensure that at least one of them got out and would be dealt a better hand. Unfortunately, this was exactly what happened but Mien acted just like his mother instructed. Unbeknownst to him, the whole interaction was witnessed by a passing Crow recruiter. He noticed the boy's ability to act stoic despite circumstances and bought him out. When he offered for him to join the Crows Mien didn't see any other way but to do so. He's been part of the assassins guild ever since, slowly accumulating money from contracts to find and free his mother. Unfortunately by the time he was able to do so he was too late. The anger and grief over his mother's death is what led to the Antaam incident.

Varsch Thorne: Varsch was a member of the Warrior Caste in Orzammar. While being a great warrior he wasn't a great member of the caste, refusing to engage in politics or get married for an alliance. As any other warrior he often ventures into the Deep Roads and sometimes they would be accompanied by Grey Wardens. He looked up to the order, in his eyes their life was a much better version of his: fighting a good fight without having to worry about any of Orzammar's tradition-driven nonsense. One day he asked one of the Wardens to join and left Orzammar, giving up his caste. He then served as a Warden for the next 5 years until he was sent away and started helping Varric.

Ruquantriviel Mercar: Dissatisfied with his lot as a foundling elf growing up in a military family, Ruq left his home, enraged at his father for taking him in and subjecting him to this sort of living. He managed to find a Dalish clan that agreed to take him in. Because of his magical prowess he managed to become the clan's Second but although he was good at memorising elven lore and language, the Keeper noticed he was restless in his role. If he was to become the Keeper it would be his job to take care of their people and he understood that but it seemed that he was more worried about elves who were still in Tevinter. Not everyone was as lucky as him, he took all his father's attempts to make things better for him for granted and that thought twisted Ruq up. In the end he decided to come back to Tevinter to aid his people in ways he was more experienced with. For a time he was acting by himself, a lone elven ghost with vengeance painted on his face. But his actions lacked subtelty. That's why he was approached by the Shadow Dragons, and not just by anyone but The Viper himself. Ruq began working with the Shadows and he and Viper agreed on a lot of things but would still chafe on Ruq's methods. The Nessus jod was a breaking point on Ruq and Ashur's amicable but strained relationship, in no small part due to Ruq's explosive personality.

The Moon: How does Rook's past impact their values? Does their past come with any biases or blind spots they have to account for?

Mien de Riva: Due to his own past he has a bleeding heart for the downtrodden (slaves and elves especially). And there's a whole pile of issues stemming from the death of his mother like being particularly pissed at Solas for implying there could be 'acceptable losses' or his insistence on Taash patching up their relationship with their mother. The long and short of it - mommy issues. Despite also being quite rebellious and free-spirited he retained some of his slave-like qualities, that's not something one so young could shake off easily (and Crow training did not help). He sometimes acts overly servile to his superiors (which Viago hates) and goes into a mindset of being a 'tool' which leads to him disregarding personal safety.

Varsch Thorne: For a short time after leaving Orzammar Varsch was actually acting quite haughty towards 'surfaces' but being among the Wardens with their diverse backgrounds and constant reminders that he's a surface now himself quickly beat that out of him. Although he would still sometimes whine about how no one makes strong enough booze 'up here'. He also subconsciously acts more brotherly to Harding because she reminds him of his little siblings he took care of back home. And as it is known he is wary of all things related to magic.

Ruquantriviel Mercar: He only recently reconciled his conflict of being Tevinter as well as Dalish and elven so he often doubts if Tevinter is even worth the effort especially with the Venatori on the rise. He also won't admit it but he's still uncomfortable with living and sleeping in the forest. Not to the point of irritation but he would much prefer a humble city living to camping in the middle of nowhere.

[spotaus]

Typing this out and putting it in the Doppletale tag before it leaves my brain:

(Lots of Doppletale!Sans lore beneath the cut! Also, it is a Horror au so please check the tags for the trigger warnings before reading too far!!!)

Pretender(Sans) used to work in the lab.

He was alive on the surface, and worked as a merchant of sorts. He hardly remembers it now due to the pain of the memories (trauma response) and all he's got is the memories of the Stars and the Sun and maybe soft green grass. Mostly, though, he remembers those foggy nights when a traveler would happen upon him and his little traveling cart of a shop. When he'd invite them in, sell them some supplies, judge them. Some left. Some didn't. Dinner was always ready for him, hunting was never a struggle.

Of course, when the attacks started, people didn't know he was one of them. Such a friendly face, how could he be one of those things? The things that killed and maimed and tricked? He surely couldn't be... but he was. He picked up shop and retreated into the mountain with a hesitant mob guiding him. One of the few monsters who was sent off with an uneasy farewell rather than screams and destruction.

He'd been one of the ones who had supplies when they were locked away. Asgore and Toriel asked him for help, and Sans wasn't about to deny anyone that help. He let his supplies be divided amongst the people, he turned his attention to a new passion with his shop decidedly out of business. Making this place livable.

Eventually he started helping a team of folks. They were trying to construct something. The CORE. The head scientist (as the team deemed him) was W.D. Gaster. Sans had heard of him, a doctor who would take the bodies of dead human patients to sell, but never had they met before now. They meshed well, as did the other monsters on the team. They were efficient, and skilled, and made the place livable. More monsters moved out, and started building. Some sense of normalcy was nice.

And Sans kept working. Gaster kept working. Even through the first fallen human. Through their death. Through a monster named Alphys joining the team. Through the many, many fallen humans that followed. Through the days when monsters started to starve and their worked turned from how to free their kind, to how to feed them.

Sans still remembers the days when Gaster would put his head in his hands and slump tiredly over his papers. When they'd have just the barest slivers of soul to study so that their people could eat. The nights when the hunger got too much for some and... accidents... started happening at the lab. He remembers when everyone agreed that Gaster needed rations the most, as their most brilliant mind, and how he took that as almost an insult. How the Lab grew more and more quiet, until one day it was just him and Alphys.

It was just the two of them for... a long time.

Long enough that Sans watched the other scientist's confidence slip. After each mistake or failed attempt she'd started to give up. Sans couldn't exactly do anything to stop her. He just stayed by her side until the hunger took over, and he had to abandon his work at the lab too because, well... the supplies had run dry. The tests were all negative. And even though they'd found an alternative to the starvation, one that Asgore had put into motion, it wasn't pretty. (<- Cannibalizing other monsters to make Monster Candy and other magic food.)

When he left the lab he moved into Snowdin. He gave up on his human disguise almost entirely. The only thing that kept him going was that, well, one day a monster came to his door on the verge of dusting. They knew that Sans was well-off somehow. That he'd been strong back in the day. And they dusted there, not even explaining why they'd left their little bundle of a young monster with him.

Sans had likely only not fallen down because of that kid. Papyrus was a baby with no name, and no one seemed to remember his parents in Snowdin. So, sans had named him. Raised him. He was no father, so Brother did just fine. Paps decided that he wanted to look like the man that Sans had pictures with around the house (Gaster) and so he did. His proportions were a bit too long, and he was a skeleton like Sans, but he was Papyrus. That was perfect.

And so Sans (Pretender) provided for them. He taught Paps. He talked to his mysterious friend through the door. He tried, and failed, to save the little human boy that reminded him so much of his old boss. He nearly gave up. And then another human soul came along. The very last who would move through the underground, at least if they had anything to say about it.

This Final Human met Pretender (Sans) with so much fear, but still met him. Through the power of a promise, a sheer stubborn will, and a judgement proven right, he watched this human traverse the underground. He harbored her for many months (years? It was easy to lose track of time) and it felt like treason. At first. A betrayal of his role as Judge. And yet each day grew easier. He stopped watching with rigid focus, trying not to let himself lash out, and instead started watching her with apprehension, fearing that every monster she passed might hurt her.

Sometimes, more often than he'd admit, an intrusive thought would slip through. A moment of weakness where his mind would conjure her gruesome death before his eyes, and a ripping pain of guilt in his chest. But he'd blink, and shake it off, and remember to breathe because she was still alive and okay. And every single day he'd be amazed at her audacity. Her commitment. And once he noticed, he'd again be afraid for her. Her soul forcing her to react, a thing he'd only ever seen years ago on the surface, a thing he'd forgotten about and had never cared to study.

To him, once upon a time, humans were nothing more than livestock. Clever livestock, sure, but to him sparing some had been little less than a farmer sparing his favorite cow from slaughter another day. This was different. Being so long without a soul who failed his judgement, he couldn't imagine thinking about things the way he once had. Which was bad. His people were starving. And yet the human's death wouldn't feed them all, and somehow she just kept convincing more and more people that she could help. That they didn't need to eat her. She was insane, and wonderful, and had changed his mind more easily than a hot knife through butter.

Whether that was his nature or her conviction, he didn't care to debate.

[guilty-pleasures-and-dead-doves]

[Free Wolf, She-Wolf] Chapter 5

Chapters post

Chapter 4: Giving honor, giving away

[Chapter 5] Sex and Legacy

Normally, no one in Penguin Logistics talked about sex.

Mostly because none of them were having it, or seeking it out. No one brought back any boyfriends, or girlfriends, for the others to run into. No one made the time to sneak out and meet a lover kept secret from the others. Croissant had attended a male-stripper club a few times, but had thought better of asking any of the others to join her.

In fact, as the second employee after Texas, Croissant was indirectly responsible for the only actual, 'unwritten rule' regarding sex. After the one and only time that she make the mistake of offering to sell Texas a sex toy, it became tacit company policy that if any of them ever found someone else's toys or 'literature', they pretended they hadn't.

But with recent changes breaking the ice (and with their boss having stepped away to handle some kind of business), the friends finally started asking each other certain questions.

"What, none of us have been with a man?" Croissant demanded.

"Idol," Sora said, explaining everything.

"Sankta," Exusiai said, as though that explained everything.

Texas explained, "Everyone in Columbia knew that my father and grandfather would kill them. Everyone in Siracusa knew that my godfather, Alberto Saluzzo, would kill them."

Croissant nodded in understanding. "And I've always gotten my hands on good enough toys that I've never seen fit to take a risk with a dude before I get a binding contract."

"Can we finally talk about that?" Exusiai said. "I've looked for another one of yours for a year, and I haven't found it yet."

"Later; I want you to explain a little more. I've heard some things about sankta, but I'm not sure I've got the right of it."

"Oh, yeah. Sankta can have kids with anyone like you can, but only two sankta can produce sankta kids. And my kids are gonna have their own guns one day."

"Yikes. And sankta only have the one city-state in the world, right? Does that sort of thing break one of those all-important 'commandments' I've heard about?"

Exusiai laughed and shook her head. “No, Laterano doesn’t have laws against miscegenation. Sankta who have children with elders or ancients are as rare as sankta who don’t have children at all!”

She turned to Texas. “Bison wouldn’t seem like such a good idea if you knew for a fact that any kids you had would be born deaf and mute, right?”

The other girls at the table blanched. Sora asked, “Your empathy thing, right? Is it really that bad?”

“Our small population isn’t the only reason you see so few sankta outside of Laterano. It’s actually really scary to leave home and feel like you’ve gone deaf because no one around you is making a ‘sound’. And at the same time, it’s like no one can really ‘hear’ you either.”

She laughed at herself. “We think we’re ready for it, because Laterano has so many liberi. But it’s not the same at all! We have no idea how much Lateran liberi adapted to live with us until we meet a foreign liberi.”

“Like how?”

“Hmm. I think Lateran liberi make more noise; they talk a little louder, tap their feet, knock on walls. Unless they’re trying to be sneaky, they want to let us know when and where they’re around, without halos. That may be why we sankta started doing the same, to return the courtesy.

“Also, they look you in the eyes more, and make bigger expressions. Big smiles, big frowns, big gestures with their plumage. It’s a real shock to meet the first liberi who doesn’t try at all to let you know how they feel.”

Croissant spoke up. “Y’reckon yer own big smiles were a way of returnin’ courtesy? Instead of relying so much on yer halos that you all ended up as flat-faced as Texas?”

Texas reacted not at all, which sort of proved the point.

“Huh,” Exusiai said. “It’s weird to think about, but yeah. I suppose that’s possible.”

She and Croissant returned to their drinks and cake for a bit.

Texas had, as her taciturn usual, already eaten her fill. She sat back in the loveseat she shared with Sora, playing with the idol's hair. Sora leaned into her, content.

Exusiai looked the two of them over, and waved her fork in their general direction. “I don’t know often these sorts of thing happen outside of Laterano, because it’s one of those things elders and ancients don’t like to talk about. Sankta would have a harder time hiding it from other sankta, so most who try don't even bother."

Croissant asked, "Do the halos mean it tends to work out, more?"

Exusiai shrugged. "Like I said, who knows how often people try and fail at this out here? But even among sankta, it doesn't always work out. Even so, extra arrangements aside, most everyone tries to get married and have kids.”

"Social pressure?"

"There's some of that, unless everyone knows you've got some sort of traumatic reason.

"But it's not just that. We all grow up knowing exactly how few in number we are compared to all of the liberi and lupo and forte in the world, and how our reproduction works.

“We all grow up reading about how the mighty Gaulish empire seemed invincible, until it got into war with just one other empire. Then two other empires used the opportunity to attack Gaul, and it fell. Laterano isn't even an empire; we're just one city-state.

"We want to survive, as a people. We want to share and pass down to others what was shared and passed down to us. It's something unique and special to us, and that's a precious thing, yeah?"

"Yeah," Texas said. "Legacy is a precious thing."

Croissant said, "No offense, but I wouldn't have thought you'd say so."

"My name stands for a lot, and most of it bad. But not all of it." She reached around Sora, holding her close as she picked them both up out of the loveseat. Her friends saw that Sora had fallen asleep.

"Either way, it's the only name I have. It's mine. Even the bad is history to learn from; to teach. And the good, I can pass on. I can build on." She turned to put Sora to bed.

Exusiai nodded. "Legacy isn't just what you can inherit…”

Texas finished, “It's also what you can leave behind."

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Chapter 6: To have and to hold

[mysteriouswolf]

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[buntsuki]

Update!!

Groot is doing wonderful! I am in an extremely tough spot though. We’re going to have to adjust his chemo medication because we can’t afford the ecg he needs for them to feel safe giving him the rest of his doses.

We’re honestly okay switching to the other medication as it’s supposed to be less stressful on his heart. While still being a strong treatment option. The quote for that is $3k for the rest of those doses, with 4 other doses of different types with it. We’re estimating about $5k total. Which we just don’t have at this point. We have been denied for personal loans, CareCredit Card, Scratch Pay, Wells Fargo. My fiancée was approved for a $300 loan at 26.90% interest from Sunbit, which obviously isn’t worth it. We’ve reached out to every foundation we’ve seen, I’ve sent in to weratedogs, Paws4, BowWow and a few other ones I can’t remember the names of at the moment. We’ve all joined numerous Facebook groups to share. We’ve even gotten to a point where last week we asked long time neighbor/family friends (who are very well off) for the possibility of a loan with a notary and payment plan, they read the message and ignored us…we’ve never asked them for money (until last week for a loan).

So that’s it we’ve really exhausted what we can at this point. I’ve sold a few things but of course it’s not enough, the commissions have been super helpful though! Thank you so much! As well as thank you to everyone for sharing!! Shares help..I feel like we just need to get it into the right hands. Of course I’m still going to be doing commissions and selling what I can as well.

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SO FOR ME:

I’ve had a super busy week, I apologize if I haven’t gotten back to anyone with comm updates yet! I’ve had an appointment almost everyday this week for my own medical issues. Then Groots chemo, and I was meant to have an important doctor appointment tomorrow, but it was rescheduled. There was a mass shooting about 45 minutes away from me, the suspect is still on the loose so businesses are locking doors, and rescheduling appointments. -My absolute condolences to the victims and I truly hope he’s found soon.

I had electro current therapy AlphaStim on Monday and it ACTUALLY HELPED MY CHRONIC PAIN! Like surreal, I can do a couple in office visits that my insurance will cover. There’s an at home one Quell that I think would be life changing for me, but it’s $150 up front for the band and 2 replacement packs. Then it’s $25-50 a month per replacement pack. Which i obviously can’t afford while emptying everything to my name out on chemotherapy. (I would rather be in pain than let Groot down).

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Thanks for reading! I’ll get back to everyone asap! I have tomorrow free now to hopefully get caught up.

[thebroadcast]

On the matter of "plot theories"

Please consider the following essay as a potential spoiler for the plot of the show, my dear readers. So interact with caution and at your own discretion. Do not keep on reading if you wish to remain naive! TW: talk about conspiracy, murder and other delightful topics like that

For anyone unfamiliar with the topic: there is a running theory that show!Alastor sold his soul to show!Lilith to gain power. In turn, she sent him to look after show!Charlotte and guide her to something bigger (My call here is that show!Charlotte is supposed to figure out Heaven's twisted ethics and potentially wage war? Keeping her out of Lucifer's influence - and potential positive memories and impressions, as well as his protective approach - and show!Alastor's not-intervention to the portal would speak for that).

I personally think the basic idea of show!Alastor and show!Lilith being in league with one another has merit, by the powers involved alone already! Lilith empowers others by her song - tunes, wavelengths - and who is all about waves, sounds and magnetism? Alastor, of course!

But! I present you with the question: Why? Why doesn't Lilith herself guide her daughter? Why does no one know where she is? And what happened before her disappearance?

I firmly believe that the show does not drop information randomly (despite the writing itself projecting to be very random at times, much to my chargin), but to hint us, the investigative viewer, at the proper conclusions. So let's run down some relevant information first:

Both Alastor and Lilith have been off the radar for 7 years.

Lilith and Lucifer have split at some point prior to her disappearance. There have been potentially years since the family, as a unit, communicated with one another.

Lucifer doesn't seem to be that much of a proper ruler. We have seen the Overlords exert more gouvernance than him - yes, he offered Charlotte to "rig the game" for her, but that is a long shot from the raw power we would expect from him. Also: he cannot be in Heaven, but Charlotte can? (Yes, there could be a personal ban on his person, but what would motivate him to stick to it?)

We haven't seen Lilith's face yet.

Vox called Alastor "a coward" that "hid" after nearly defeating Vox in combat. A combat that happened before both Alastor and Lilith vanished. After Vox had asked Alastor to "join his team".

At some point in the past, Valentino's antennae were both undamaged and Vox still had a box TV head.

Exterminators use LED helmets. Adam uses VR tech in Hell.

Vox profits off of the Exterminations by now, selling protective devices. He controls is the Media and without independent media (such as, hint, RADIO), he controls the public narrative. And Alastor has dirt on him, very dangerous dirt.

"Not everything is spelled in ink" - Sera

All very interesting bits of information, aren't they? There seems to be somewhat of a .. theme, I'd say? The theme that Lilith being absent might be beneficial to both Adam and the Vs?

Hence, I present to you: The Coup d'État theory

Picture this: Adam and Vox are in league for a while already. Vox supplies tech to Adam and profits from it. Removing the King and the Queen from public interaction has positives for both of them - revenge on Adam's side for being dumped and free reign regarding the extermination, more power on Vox' end and dominance in the Pride ring. So, they potentially plan an assassination or an abduction of Lilith to Heaven, to pressure Lucifer into complacency and reduce the powers of other Overlords (by taking away Lilith's power of enhancing them). The Vs are cunning, so they know they need to get as many powerful Overlords to work with them - so Vox turns to Alastor to get him to agree to the plan (in this scenario, it's wholly possible that Alastor is already under contract with Lilith, giving him the power to kill the old Elite). Alastor maybe agrees at first or pretends to agree and when the plan is supposed to be put into action (maybe on an Extermination Day?), Alastor turns against them - damaging Valentino's antennae in the process, but unable to defeat the combined powers of the Vs and the Exterminators. He has to flee to survive. Lilith is taken hostage and moved to Heaven, putting Lucifer into a pat situation - without records spelled in ink maybe, but a taboo doesn't need to be spelled out - giving Adam and Vox free reign to do as they please. Lucifer is under pressure and cannot speak up and go public with what happened, as not to endanger Lilith's life. After all, she is the original Sinner, not dead.

Until Alastor returns, sent by Lilith to guide his daughter and her business to the point where Charlotte herself unearths history and potentially wages war against Heaven.

Let me know what you think!

[decentrawoodsblog]

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### **A Contest You Can’t Miss: Win 10K DEOD!**

Here’s a little extra motivation: Decentrawood is launching a **contest** where creators can submit their best AI-generated images. The winner will walk away with a prize of **10,000 DEOD**! So if you think you’ve got what it takes to create something amazing, this is your chance to turn your art into digital gold.

### **How to Get Started with Decentrawood AI**

It’s ridiculously easy to get started. Just head to **Decentrawood.com** or download the app on **Android** or **iOS**. Once you’re in, let your creativity run wild. With the free tools available until October 2, you have nothing to lose—and so much to gain. Simply choose a prompt, generate your artwork, and mint it as an NFT. Share it with the world, join the community of creators, and show off what you’ve made!

### **Why Decentrawood Is Poised to Go Viral**

The buzz around Decentrawood is real. Not only is the platform an all-in-one solution for AI-generated art, NFTs, and metaverse exploration, but it’s also positioned in three major categories on CoinMarketCap: **Generative AI, Metaverse, and Gaming**. This unique combination is drawing in creators, investors, and tech enthusiasts from all corners of the digital world.

As more users flood the platform and generative AI continues to gain steam, Decentrawood is on track to become a household name in both the tech and art worlds. The potential here is massive—not just for the platform, but for everyone who gets involved early.

### **What’s Next for Decentrawood?**

Decentrawood isn’t slowing down anytime soon. With its rapidly growing community, continued innovation, and increasing adoption of generative AI, the platform is gearing up for a massive 2024 and beyond. **DEOD**, the platform’s native token, is expected to see **significant growth**, offering even more incentives for creators and early adopters.

### **Don’t Wait—Join the Decentrawood Revolution Today**

Time is running out to access **Decentrawood AI for free**. This opportunity is available until October 2, so don’t wait—sign up, create, and be part of the next generation of digital artists. The future of creativity, NFTs, and the metaverse is here, and it’s called Decentrawood.

So, what are you waiting for? Let’s see what you can create.

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**Share Your Creations**  

Already using Decentrawood AI? We want to see what you’ve made! Post your creations on social media with the hashtag **#DecentrawoodAI** and show the world what generative AI can do.

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**About Decentrawood:**  

Decentrawood is a cutting-edge platform that integrates Generative AI, the Metaverse, and Gaming to offer users an all-in-one space to create, mint, and explore digital assets. Available on Android and iOS, Decentrawood empowers users to unlock their creative potential through AI technology.