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🥰💌💞📝 For the ask game (It could be Postal, CodZ, or Mst3k)
I did Blooming Bullets as my first ask! So, we’ll split half and half for Dempsey and Crow!
IronPetals
🥰: How would someone who loved you portray you?
A big ray of sunshine, I hope. I mean, Tank would insist I am anyways. I’ve been told I’m a gentle soul who helps people feel at home and it’s all I can ever hope to help the people I care about most feel. I can see most of my fan tributes be either really sweet, me being badass and slaying zombies (albeit with a scared expression) or maybe give hinted light at my own Great War inside myself. Those angsty works unfortunately is to be expected in the CoD Zombies storyline.
💌: How do people perceive your dynamic? What might people focus on most? Any misconceptions?
Based on the friends and fans who’ve been supporting my ship these few years, I’d say they do an accurate job! The best I can describe us is a protective jock and a bubbly nerd. We are usually focused on our sweetest moments, especially between us teaching each other new things (cooking together, Tank teaching me combat practice, etc.) or the mushy gush kissy stuff. Just thinking about it has me kicking my feet right now IRJTNSNFJSJDBS 💕💕(>\\\\<)
Metallic Roses
💞: Aside from with your f/o, who else would you commonly be shipped with? Why?
Uh oh… All I can say is Dr. Forrester really is a pathetic wet cat because I kissed his mother😭
(This is legit NOT a crackship surprisingly)
Pearl Forrester, who becomes the mad scientist during the Mike Nelson seasons. She’s nice to Crow, who she keeps calling art. By extension, I am an exception too and you know what? NO SHAME HERE! I think there’d be slight sapphic undertones and I love the idea of her being so devotedly evil she’d take over the universe and leave me a throne beside her. GOSH I honestly kind of feel curious about this. We’ll name this ship Pearls and Peonies
📝: How would your story in canon go? How would you influence the events of the original story?
I accidentally fell into the Deep 13 underground laboratory during a hike. Dr Clayton Forrester WAS going to kill me, but I talked my way into not dying because of his Mystery Science Theatre experiment. I have experience being traumatized with Z movies at a young age, which is a huge notch above cheesy B movies. I tell him I could work as an independent variable to use in the experiment and compare the results to his test subjects. He agrees and sends me up to the Satellite of Love with my backpack and a few belongings. I become apart of the crew and ever since have been making the most of myself up there with my found family. I wonder if Dr. Forrester’s secretary will join me up on the SOL…
#ask#ironpetals#metallic roses#finally metallic roses lore!!!!!#thank you very much!!!!#this is always so much fun to write for them
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What should have been the first victim, and the most tasty victim for the worm, came last and the worm even gave the machine a fighting chance, but none of that matters in the end because metal was dead long before this encounter, fate decided as soon as Slammer got his host.
I'd like to thank the extremely lovely artist who helped me finish off the important 'sonic game' side of Slammer Sonic's story!
@sonic-enterprise
@the-hidden-levels
this journey started October 25th in 2022 with the Tails Comic! and now it ends with the Metal Sonic Comic thanks to them! and I'd love to give one last thanks to the artist who made this comic, and the ones who made the rest too!
Comics In Order Of The Slammer Virus Journey thru the Sonic CD Game, and the respective artists that brought these comics to life.
Tails (Click here) Artist: bugtoast
Knuckles (Click here) artist: Artist: crispy-dib
Robotnik (Click here) Artist: davidthephoneguy
Amy (Click here) Artist: an-artist-place-for-extra-art
Metal Sonic (this post your on lol) Artist: sonic-enterprise/the-hidden-levels
You might wonder...
Is that it for Slammer Sonic/Slammer Prime?
Nope! this final comic is just all the important stuff to explain how Slammer got his host/consumed a copy of Sonic CD, this takes place within the past.
At some future point I'll explore it's human victims and go in more in depth with the clones and their stories, but untill then ...
w a i t a n d s e e
#Sonic The Hedgehog#Sonic.exe#Sonic.exe au#Sonic.exe oc#Slammer Sonic#Slammer Sonic au#Slammer Virus#Slammer Lore#horror#tw: body horror#tw: blood/gore#tw: worms#comic#horror comic#Metal Sonic#Amy Rose#Tails Miles Prower#Knuckles The Echidna#Dr. Robotnik#Final Comic of the sonic 'game' side of things#((might at some point have Slammer go after a few bonus victims but tails knuckles amy robotnik and metal were the most important))#Please go check out the artists own horror sonic story blog at#the-hiddden-levels
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Some Forgotten Land Roleswap Beast Pack lore!!
Thought it would be fun to share some more about the Beast Pack ruled by Clawroline, and my thoughts behind some choices I made when swapping their roles! More under the cut-!
The big three. Queen Clawroline, Leongar her enforcer and second-in-command, and Bandana Dee the Awoofy Prince.
I can't be too detailed about these three because I'd spoil my own comic! But think of Leongar and Clawroline swapping each other's roles like this:
Clawroline is the Queen now but also a sort of Ringmaster based on her circus theme (her boss fight location in Wondaria, and the magic tricks and acrobat attacks she does). That's why she keeps the cape and top hat but accessorizes it a bit more. Also, the jewels on her cape are the purple ones on canon Leongar's cape. You may have noticed in the first page of the prologue, I had Carol and Leon wear one jewel each as a sign of being co-rulers. But now she has both of them. >:)
Leongar is the Enforcer and loyal second-in-command. To be honest I thought his boss attacks were a little basic before Fecto takes full control of him. Biting, scratching... standard things you'd expect from a lion. So to keep with Clawroline's Ringmaster theme, he is now going to be more of a performer. I'm thinking of some fun moves for him. I mean, he's really buff. He'd make a powerful acrobat. So that's where the bow-tie and ponytail come from. (can't have your hair in your face.)
I can only say this about Bandee right now: He's the Awoofy Prince because he made a special connection to the Awoofies and they respect him. However, he rose to Number 3 rank in large part because of the special knowledge he could share with Clawroline from being a Waddle Dee, denizen of Popstar, and someone who has traveled between dimensions before. He becomes a really big asset and gets the Pack closer to their goals than they ever were before.
What goals are those? Sorry! Not spilling yet. :')
Some backstory on Skipperdillo (Roleswap Sillydillo) and Gorimonger (roleswap Gorimondo)! These aren't spoilers, just lore :P
Here's an old post that goes into detail on my thoughts when swapping these two. Basically I swapped the "Anchor Necklace" and wearing "Metal Signs as Armor" aesthetics and things went really smoothly from there, haha.
They don't have a TON of personality in the canon game, so to be honest I broke down their basic characteristics (Silly is.... silly, creative, and chaotic- Gori is strong, territorial, and protective) and made them my own :P
As for why Gori doesn't like Bandee- part of it is because Bandee became Number 3 very quickly, but it also has to do with their first encounters which will be part of the comic :D
Gori and Skipper work together a lot because their jobs complement each other. They like to fistbump after a job well done- a tradition started by Skipper when it saw it on an old advertisement. :3
Finally, the Beast Council's eye makeup! Clawroline's distinct eyeshadow, Leongar's winged eyeliner, Bandee's eyeshadow and Awoofy markings, Skipperdillo's "eyepatch", and Gorimonger's "under-eyeshadow"
The reason I made the Roleswap Beast pack look so different to the canon one is because of the difference of my interpretation of Clawroline's leadership.
Leongar's Beast Pack in canon is more focused on returning back to primal roots. Really embracing the powerful beast within. Raw, untamed energy.
I wanted Clawroline's Beast Pack to be the opposite- under her leadership I think she'd evolve the Beasts forward as they learned from the remnants of culture left behind in the Forgotten Land. They wear a lot of "people clothes" for that reason. (the capes, bow ties, armor, hats...) In canon, she's the only Beast who wears true "people clothes" other than Leon (her top hat and cape). I took her canon interest in these "human behaviors" of magic tricks and clothes and ran with it. So her Beast Pack is very expressive in their appearances.
I think she wouldn't mind it because A) it doesn't directly interfere with their goals, and B) even while brainwashed, she's still a creative being at her core. In canon she wears glitter eyeshadow and learned some complex performing tricks like knife-throwing, acrobatics, and disappearing smoke tricks to complement her feline attacks. To learn all that, I like to think she must have had some respect for the cultural remnants of the forgotten world they live in.
However they're not eliminating the "Beast" part of themselves. They are still wild, but they're blending these ancient, forgotten aesthetics and interests with their own. They have plenty of natural talents and skills to fall back on when something doesn't go right.
So those are some of my thoughts behind this swapped Beast Pack! Since there's so much room to interpret them in canon, I had a lot of fun stretching it all further and in the opposite direction!
Thanks for reading! <3
#forgotten land roleswap#clawroline#leongar#bandana waddle dee#sillydillo#gorimondo#beast pack#awoofy#roleswap scraps#Kirby and the forgotten land#Kirby series#Kirby au#Kirby comic
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MAZZAKARR - THE LORD OF SLAUGHTER
HERE WE GOOOOO MAZZY BOY LORE DUMP!!! this isn't all the lore i've come up with for this character and the fictional religion surrounding him, but i figured this is the best general overview i can offer at this time.
CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THE LORE DUMP: child abuse, cannibalism, torture, and murder. all just mentions, but still, tread lightly if any of that bothers you.
art/writing/random lore taglist: @anexor @skitzo-kero @invaderskoodge @vacantgodling @chaieyestea
@albatris @void-botanist @kk7-rbs @moonflowerrss @corvus-rose
@angsty-prompt-hole @astral-runic @paradoxspir1t
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(also, a lot of specific terminology and locations mentioned here are related to locations in d&d, but you don't need to know those to understand this i think)
Names / Titles. Mazzakarr, The Apex Predator, The Lord of Slaughter, The Master of the Hunt, The Father (many variations of these titles are acceptable)
Pronouns. He/Him
Domains. Death, Strength, Bestial, Blood
Home Plane. Mazzakarr is a prisoner in Carceri, specifically in the realm of Cathrys. Once, however, he was a spirit of the Beastlands.
Alignment. Neutral Evil.
Visage. Mazzakarr is a tall, broad being with a strongman’s physique, built of powerful muscle cushioned by body fat. He has burning hot, green-tinted skin and thick patches of dark brown fur on his body, including a mane down his back. Most strikingly, he has the head of a spotted hyena, with four glowing red slits for eyes and a grin full of jagged teeth. He wears no armor and minimal clothing, often just a pair of black trousers and heavy, adamantine-toed boots. As a prisoner in Carceri, Mazzakarr wears an enchanted metal collar around his neck, and a pair of gauntlets disguising the cuffs around his wrists. Though the chains holding him in place are invisible to mortals, he feels their presence weighing him down all the same.
Voice. Mazzakarr’s voice is a deep, booming growl, with a strangely melodic quality despite his animalistic demeanor and appearance. Many of those who hear his voice whispering to them say that it sounds almost like a lullaby, the Apex Predator’s song lulling them to embrace the ways of slaughter. Like the hyenas that share his face, however, Mazzakarr has a very distinct laugh, which echoes around the jungles of Cathrys as he stalks his prey.
Commandments / Tenets.
Fight for survival, and never allow yourself to grow complacent with what you have.
Cull and consume the weak-willed who do not fight for themselves. Only the strong must survive.
Kill or be killed. Adapt or die. Move forward or fall behind.
The First Hunter. Though his name has been lost to history, an important piece of mythos for Mazzakarrans is that of the First Hunter, the first mortal to hear the whispers of Mazzakarr and embrace the spirit of slaughter. He was a mere civilian lost in a hopeless, endless war, who had lost everything he had to an invading army. Before they could kill him, however, he fled from them, and for three days and three nights, they chased him through the wilds.
Then, one night, as the Hunter struggled to stay awake, terrified of being found and killed by those searching for him, he heard the voice of the Apex Predator.
If you want to survive, you must kill them before they kill you, Mazzakarr whispered to him. Devour those who would stand against you. Take what is yours. Fight, and you will escape.
And the First Hunter listened. When daybreak came, his pursuers found him, and he slaughtered them one by one. And then, he devoured them entirely--mind, body, and soul.
After the war finally came to an end, the First Hunter continued to spread the word of Mazzakarr, encouraging others to accept the spirit of slaughter into their hearts. Many modern Mazzakarrans see him as a prophet-like figure, the first follower of their god.
The Blood-Kin. Of Mazzakarr’s most devoted followers, none compare to the blood-kin, those chosen to share his blood and become his prophets.
At a very young age, the prospective blood-kin are selected to be taken and raised by acolytes of Mazzakarr to embrace his ideals. Each child is assigned one dedicated caretaker, who raises them in isolation from each other. It is this caretaker’s responsibility to feed and nurture the blood-kin, all the while training them to fight, to struggle, and to remain loyal to their Father, the lord of slaughter himself.
At some point in the prospective blood-kin’s youth, whenever they are ready to ascend, their caretaker will try to kill them. If they succeed in killing their caretaker to save themself, they earn the right to ascend and become one of Mazzakarr’s chosen. If they fail, they die, and their corpse is discarded to rot.
After proving themself, the prospective blood-kin is taken to the High Temple, where the ritual to bind them to their god is performed. The exact steps are kept a tight-lipped secret, but the blood-kin is to remain conscious and aware as their body is broken and reshaped by the high priests, and as Mazzakarr’s essence enters their blood.
If they survive, from that day on, they are Mazzakarr’s blood-kin. All that’s left is to choose their weapon.
As soon as the blood-kin is able to stand following the ritual, they are led to a secluded chamber, where they are presented with a wide selection of weapons from which to choose. They have only a moment to consider their choices, however, before another Mazzakarran attacks them.
Whatever weapon they instinctively grab for to defend themself is theirs from that day forward.
The Blood-Kin Trials. Once the blood-kin have ascended and claimed their place as one of Mazzakarr’s most faithful, the real trial begins. For the god of strength through hardship would never simply grant someone the title of prophet, regardless of what they suffered to achieve the rank. No, they must fight for his favor.
After their ascension, the blood-kin begin a lifelong manhunt of each other. They are compelled to hunt and kill each other, to cull the unworthy who do not have the strength to carry their Father’s blood. This is their life’s purpose, what every other trial they’ve passed has been building toward.
For the most part, anything goes when it comes to the blood-kin hunting each other. They are permitted to do nearly whatever it takes to hunt and kill their “siblings.”
There are only a few rules they must follow when hunting each other, so as not to draw Mazzakarr’s ire:
A blood-kin can only be killed by another blood-kin--they cannot seek outsiders’ aid in slaughtering each other.
They cannot fight each other in the high temple; only slaughters approved by Mazzakarr himself may take place in this holiest place.
When a blood-kin is killed, their unworthy blood must be spilled, and whatever their killer chooses not to eat must be left to rot.
When there are only two blood-kin left alive, they are compelled by Mazzakarr to return to the High Temple, where they will duel to the death under the watchful gaze of their Father. Whichever one wins will then become his sole prophet, having earned the title through the slaughter of their kin.
Origins and Ascension. All Mazzakarrans are taught the story of Mazzakarr’s rise to godhood. For he did not start his existence as a god.
Many lifetimes ago, he was one of two sons of a nature deity known as Kozmas, the goddess of the hunt and the endless cycle of life and death, of predator and prey. She created her sons to represent two sides of the same coin, two different perspectives on survival in a harsh wild.
One was to represent the lone hunter, the solitary creature relying on only its own strength to survive; the other, meanwhile, was to represent the pack hunter, relying on a community of its kind and working together.
The younger son, the spirit of the lone hunter, would one day become Mazzakarr. And so, for many lifetimes, the brothers shared the wilds, dutifully following their mother’s words and watching over the many beasts of the world.
Even in his early years, the younger son was very clever, and he recognized his own strength compared to that of his brother, who was much more passive and agreeable. The lone hunter thought it redundant to have two sons, when one would have done the job just fine. It was short-sighted of their mother to create them both.
He explained all of this to the pack hunter, and the eldest son understood. Only one of them was needed to watch over the world’s creatures. And so, he gave himself to his brother, and the would-be Mazzakarr devoured him--mind, body, and soul--until there was nothing left.
With this fratricide, two souls became one, and Mazzakarr was born. He ascended to godhood, almost surpassing even his mother. And with this ascension came an all-consuming hunger, a desperate need for bloodshed and death.
Kozmas saw what had become of her sons, and she was left furious and grieving, at least as much as a god is able to feel such emotions. She was unwilling to accept Mazzakarr’s ascension, and she cast him out of the Beastlands. He was no longer her son, but a savage wearing his skin.
For the sin of murdering his brother, Kozmas confined Mazzakarr to Carceri, sentencing him to an eternity of prowling the Scarlet Jungles of Cathrys. If he was so hungry for death, he could sharpen his claws on the mortal sinners condemned to his new realm. But he would never again see the hunting grounds he once called home.
Many, many years passed, and slowly, Mazzakarr grew in power and notoriety. Soon, he came to reign over Cathrys, becoming a king rather than a mere prisoner. And as his power grew, so did his hunger for more and more of it.
And so, Mazzakarr turned his hungry gaze to the material plane.
The Devoured God. Mazzakarr’s brother’s name is lost to history, and in Mazzakarran holy texts he is only referred to as The Devoured God. In much older times, the Devoured God had followers of his own in the material plane, those who revered him and the sense of community he fostered among his disciples.
Following Mazzakarr’s ascension, his followers nearly wiped out those of the Devoured God’s, erasing all records of him and killing those who believed him. To this day, the followers of the Devoured God have yet to return, as far as anyone is aware.
Freedom From Carceri. Mazzakarr’s ultimate goal is to free himself from Carceri and to enter the material plane. Everything he does with the cult of Mazzakarranism brings him one step closer to freedom.
And when he is free, he will drown the material plane in its own blood, and remake it as he sees fit.
#multi makes text posts#Multi's Writing#worldbuilding#<- i suppose!#mazzakarr#the blood-kin#blade which strikes twice#anyway my friend damien called mazzakarr 'mozzarella' a bit ago and i can't stop thinking about that#so originally i had a long disclaimer here trying to kinda explain myself and my thoughts on mazzakarranism and mazzakarr#and like. the idea of individual vs community that's at the heart of this#but i don't think i will actually#just remember. mazzakarr is a fictional character. this is all fictional religion shit.#and none of this reflects my actual views on anything#i would hope that goes without saying but we are on the piss on the poor website
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Finally worked on Octavia! (With some alternative outfits bc I couldn’t decide if she should be scene, goth, or emo lol)
And here’s a small bit of lore + a short story with her kinda(?) tweaked character!
Octavia Goetia was the only egg from Stella that managed to hatch. Over and over, the couple tried for a child with a few attempts failing miserably. Finally, the couple could put aside their differences and become a loving family that would also raise a great heir to the Goetia bloodline…
At least Stella (and to a bit of extent, Stolas) saw it that way. People tend to look at the past through rose-colored glasses, right?
Octavia doesn’t really remember much of her childhood. Some fragments she could recall were of her playing in the palace’s long and winding marble halls with a servant joining her, studying the stars and developing her magic powers, and being eased from the occasional nightmare from Stolas or Stella. Octavia doesn’t really remember her father being in her life much once she turned 16. From the teenage daughter’s perspective, Stolas got busier and busier with his duties. It’s fair, considering he predicts sky events!
The last thing she expected was to hear rumors of him having an affair with an imp. Her worldview of him shattered when she found out the truth. Not only was her father cheating on her mother, but with someone from a *lower class*. Members of the Goetia family could no longer be out in public without a heckler bringing up the prince’s affair with a snide remark.
With her father trying to plant the idea of Stella being an wicked, awful wife to him, Octavia grew isolated (physically in a sense, she started locking herself in her room, and emotionally). Even if her father half-attempted to reconnect, she felt that she could never forgive him, and that made her feel overwhelming bouts of guilt. If she can’t forgive her father, she’s an awful person. Not even worthy of being the heir to the Goetia bloodline.
One night, she ran from the palace and out to the central town of the Pride Ring. Her father wouldn’t come looking for her. He would probably be more focused on his affair partner. She was eventually found by Loona, who offered to let her stay at her mildly cramped apartment. While Loona was associated with Blitz, she understood what was going through Octavia’s head and told her something she needed to hear: “if you’re not ready to forgive your dad, that’s okay.” Octavia felt an overwhelming sense of comfort; she knew that it could take months, even years to forgive her father. But until then, she knew she had all the time in the Underworld to grow and prepare for that moment.
Now, if only her father would get off his tail feathers and try to grow for both himself and the people around him instead of playing the worn-out victim card.
And that’s the story of Octavia! I’ll be honest, I’m not sure how good I’ve written it. At least it’s slightly better than “cut your dad some slack, he’s trying!!! Even though he actively ignored your ass for the entire day just to be with his boy toy!!! :3”
To close this post off, here are some headcanons I have for her! Enjoy, and have a good day/night <3
- Her music taste is composed of breakcore, heavy metal, alternative rock, and classical (to some extent)
- She doesn’t really know what kind of style she wants to dress in, so she splits it: scene fashion for her regular life, emo fashion when she’s on an outing with Loona, and goth when she was with her parents for events or for general public outings
- Her hobbies include collecting taxidermy, styling clothing, photography, making video logs, and exploring abandoned places (especially theme parks. Her favorite trip was exploring the defunct Loo Loo Land :))
- She has a bad habit of oversleeping and doesn’t take care of her physical appearance often. Her feathers are KNOTTED. She’d rather chop them off with kitchen scissors than die trying to take care of the problem. She doesn’t tell Loona, though, as to not burden her.
- Her favorite book genres are horror, mystery, and fantasy. Her least favorite genres are anything involving romance.
- Don’t worry, she got to see Azathoth’s Tears with Loona and some of her friends :) (I might write this story, so be on the lookout for that :3)
- She’s heard of Marvel, and her favorite character is Black Widow :) She actually named an emergency code after her; the code for when Stolas tries to guilt trip her is “Natasha’s blood lingers on the cold ground” (signaling for Loona to come pick her up).
- She hates floor-length skirts/ballgowns. The max length she allows is down to the knees.
- Her favorite constellation is Sagittarius ♐️
#octavia#octavia helluva boss#helluva boss octavia#helluva boss redesign#helluva boss rewrite#Octavia redesign#Octavia helluva boss redesign#helluva boss Octavia redesign#art#rewrite#redesign
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Okay yall asked for the spoiler-y Season 5 Ret Leo ramble you’re getting the spoiler-y Season 5 Ret Leo ramble
Please remember that this was a ramble to a friend who already knows a lot of Ret lore and may not make as much sense out of context WHAKXHWKHDKDH (I had to replace some of the ‘him’s with the characters names and stuff cause it didn’t make any sense without already knowing what the ramble was about sobbing)
SO
Basically they’re surrounded by the rest of the Hamato clan, who’ve been anxiously waiting to see what the fallen prodigy has been working on for so long, to see Yoshi finally fulfill the promise he’s been keeping from them for well over a decade now
They knew Yoshi had taken on a strange new form, despite his continued attempts to hide it, but they weren’t expecting a mutant turtle to walk up to the alter. They doubted that such a strange creature could even be considered a Hamato, even if Yoshi’s claims that he was one were to be true. A monster like that couldn’t be one of them. Yet, they didn’t really have any other options, so they stood back and watched, whispering as Yoshi took the ceremonial blade and held it to the turtle’s neck.
However, Leo was having second thoughts, his brothers yells as he left with Splinter seeping into his mind, not allowing him to live his last moments in peace. But, he’d spent his entire life leading up to this! He couldn’t just back out now, what was the point in that? He would’ve wasted everyone’s time, and The Shredder could be released any day now. He couldn’t deny them of this. He was meant to save them! He had to save them. Yet, as the cold metal met his neck, he couldn’t do it. As soon as his father rose it again to swing, Leo pushed him away and tried to escape. Yet, as the rat chased after him, blade still in hand, the Hamato clan simply watched. Stared as they watched Yoshi fail yet again. Whispered as they watched his downfall repeat itself. The man who once fled from his own ceremony now chasing after one who tried to repeat his mistake. How could he fail twice? Waste more of their precious, fleeting time on this monstrosity?
Leo, knowing he can’t outrun his sensei for long, uses some of the last remaining dregs of his energy to put up a dome around Splinter, encasing him. As Leo falls to the ground, the Hamato clan just continue to stare and whisper, whisper and stare, for what feels like hours. A strained yell and a clatter followed by a thud sound behind him, yet he can’t muster the energy to look up. It’s only when screams sound around him and footsteps flee the premises that he finally looks behind him, a metal-clad beast standing over the corpse of his former sensei, staring down at the boy that would’ve brought him back if he had not been such a coward. Leo wouldn’t have saved everyone. He would’ve brought them to their demise.
He knows he should run, escape before the monster realises that it can smash through his barrier, or before it falls due to his own inability to keep it up, yet he simply stares back, held prisoner by his own fear.
Voices he recognises sound out from behind him, begging him to do… something, anything. They drag him away as Leo continues to hold eye contact with the beast before him, until it gets too far away for him to do so any longer. But he still knows when it breaks through. The pang in his heart tells him it’s escaped. Yet, there’s nothing he can do. He’s no saviour. He’s no hero. He’s just a misled puppet serving a group of *cowards* who were too idiotic to realise they were bringing about the end of the world. How could he be so *stupid*? And how could he let the man who raised him suffer in his place? If it had been Leo… he would never have had to know that what he was doing would bring about ruin. And maybe his father would have been able to escape. Figure out a solution. Save everyone. But no. Leo had to be selfish. He couldn’t help anyone. Not like this. Not anymore. He never could.
He was just being childish this entire time, enjoying the delusions they fed him, letting himself believe that he could actually be useful for once. But there was a reason he was never his father’s first choice. That he was never anyone’s first choice. Why he was just a back-up, a replacement in his eyes. He was only good for blindly following other people, ignoring any signs that what they might be doing was wrong. He was no leader. He could never take Raph’s role. He could never replace him. He’d always just be Leo. The overlooked try-hard who so desperately wanted to be special that it ruined him from the inside out. And now he’d be ruined forever.
#tmnt leo#tmnt leonardo#tmnt reticent#tmnt#reticent#tmnt fan iteration#teenage mutant ninja turtles iteration#teenage mutant ninja turtles#tmnt iteration#reticent!leo#tmnt splinter#ret!splinter
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Happy Bad Batch Day! This idea came in hot and it hasn't left me at all. I had to post a day late but shhh
This is just a Dasibri and Ventress lore drop lolz
Warnings: mentions of character death, lightsaber duel, impalement w a lightsaber, blasters and general angst?
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The force occupied the space of Dasibris mind frequently. It would hum in her ears and trail in an out. It was comforting, steady, and reliable. But right here, and right now, as she stood on the other end of the island, it sang. With volume and decibel loud enough to make her ears ring and her head pound.
She had been enjoying the afternoon to herself. She'd taken a nice stroll around the fog covered island and taken a trip to the market. Within seconds the locally grown produce had become the least of her worries. Everything had been perfectly normal as she stood on the permacrete stone. And then the humming started. She had found that on Pabu there was never much need for concern. The nudging warnings from the force were usually for children running by or falling baskets. But this... this was something else. The usual humming turned sour, filling her ears with a noise so intense, it ached. All of her senses were on high alert. Her head felt just as foggy and dense as the island she stood on.
The force lacked its usual familiar gentle nudge it usually gave to guide her. Instead it felt as though it was pulling her, ripping her away and begging her to return back home. And what kind of Jedi would she be if she refused the force?
She bolted. The last time she felt an urgency like this... well she tried not to think about it. With her basket in hand, she ran through the streets. Robes and cloak flowing behind her as she called upon the force to aid her in speed and strength. What was going on? What could it possibly be?
Dasibri dodged people, carts, and children all during her mad dash back home. As she thought about what it could be, she didn't like where her head went. 'It's the Empire. They're here. Kriff, what if something happened to Crosshair? I cant lose him again. I cant. No wait! What if something happened to Omega? What if she got hurt? What if Omega is like seriously hurt? Can I save her? What if I cant stop it? I can stop it. Of course I can stop it. I have to." In her own self induced panic she found herself picking up speed until finally she let the force pull her to the entrance of the cavern by the shore.
Dasibri felt danger in the air, she felt it and then she could hear it. The sound of scuffling, of grunting, blasterfire, and then finally the constant and steady hum of a lightsaber.
Finally, inside the cave and seeing with her own eyes, Dasibri nearly doubled over from the sight. Crosshair, Wrecker, and Hunter wee huddled up and shooting at a woman with a yellow lightsaber. The air smelt of electricity. Her eyes narrowed in on that woman. Dasibri would know her anywhere. She would be able to know her while blind.
Asajj Ventress.
Without thinking, without any care or concern, disregarding the guilt and second guessing that had plagued her so long ago, Dasibri drew her saber from her belt. She hadn't even reached for it. Before she could even think it, her blade snapped into her hand. Bright emerald green light emanating from the blade and illuminated her face. She had reached out and she had already known it in her bones that this was not an illusion or trick and was just as real as the metal in her hand.
The two girls had crossed paths plenty during the war. Enough for a very personal distain to grow between the two. They had crossed paths again, even after Asajj had apparently "renounced the Sith". Something Dasibri didn't believe a word of. People could change but not like that.
It was a long time ago and by now it had felt like ages. It was Dasibri's most disgraceful act.
Within no time at all, their history of violence and detestation of eachother rose quickly. They had crossed blades once again and fought like they had so many times before, only this time, it was different. It had only ended once one of them was dead. Dasibri had lost herself in Vaapad.
She had let herself become an open channel to the force. It is truth to say that she had been enjoying this fight far too much. More than any Jedi should. She'd been so immersed in Vaapad, too eager to end this fight once and for all, that she didn't stop. She didn't allow herself to. There was a split moment in the force where she knew she could end the fight without bloodshed. But she didn't listen. The fight would only stop once her opponent was dead.
And that was exactly how Dasibri had left her. Dead.
She knew it wasn't right, she knew she shouldn't have wanted it. But as soon as she saw her lightsaber beaming through the stomach and protruding out the back of Asajj, she knew she had won. It scared her more than anything. It had felt like a victory, it almost felt good. It felt like that for a minute but after... that was a different story.
The murder had eaten her alive. She had sulked and contemplated it for months after it had happened. Was it a misstep or had it been fully intentional? Could it of been an influence from the dark side that she'd exposed herself to? Even she didn't know the truth. But Dasibri knew herself well enough to guess the answer. She had let it happen. It was wrong and she shouldn't have done it. She should of found a way to make peace, or even taken her in alive, but she didn't. Channeling the force in all of its whole left room for the darkness as well as the light. Back then she had still had her Master at her side. Mace Windu had dutifully helped her through it to the best of his ability. He had made sure that she used Vaapad instead of it using her. After the murder of Asajj Ventress Dasibri had become a husk.
But standing in this cave, watching Ventress go against her husband and his brothers, she simply didn't care. Watching Crosshair brace himself for impact as Ventress threw him to the ground, she disregarded it all. The Nightsister had kicked Hunter down and left him on the ground. Her saber drawn and ready. Dasibri took a deep breath and put aside all of that guilt and pain. She tuned out the memories of the path she had walked and of the nightmares that followed. Nights of anxiety induced nausea. Regret so deep that no amount of meditation could rid. Dasibri had been put through hell and yet without a second thought, she leapt right back into the fight to do it all over again. The same fight that had followed her throughout the war. The fight she tried for too long to forget.
But it didn't matter. It was the fight that she had never left.
She would go through it all again to protect them. To protect anyone. She would put her fragile heart between any evil and anyone it ever dared try to touch. Asajj Ventress was back from the dead and it seemed Dasibris methods would have to rise back up to the challenge.
Ventress' voice snaked its way into the ears of everyone present. "Dasibri Taraay. I should of known you'd be here" she spat. She didn't bother to fix her hair, it fell slightly before her eyes as she tried to stare down the Jedi a few feet from her. Her armored hand and arm dropped, subsequently dropping Wrecker who she had been suspending in a force grip. "Now contrary to what you might think, I wasn't the one who escalated this."
The woman's words left a trail up Dasibris spine. Her feet moved against stone and within the blink of an eye, Dasibri was full force swinging her blade. Every strike had the potential for a deadly final blow. Gone were the days of exquisite displays and grandiose technique.
"I thought you died a long time ago." Dasibri muttered out. Her green blade held off the yellow one that was being thrown her way. "Then again... I'm not surprised you found a way to kark that up too" she grumbled.
"Dasibri..." Ventress said as if scolding her. The yellow blade slid off from the deflection. "How unbecoming of you." She said smoothly as the other woman swung at her. Ventless held her own saber and used it to hold off the attack. "It seems you really missed me." She chuckled.
The Jedi wasn't sure what to say in response. Something witty, something threatening. But all she could think about was her inner calling to vanquish the threat that lied in front of her.
Ventress pushed back her blade and let Dasibri take a few staggering steps back. The Jedi tried to keep her feet planted into the ground, she used it to hold herself and push herself forward. However the 'bounty hunter' called upon the force and leapt into the air, shooting herself backwards a few yards and taking stance. Ventress twirled her blade and looked across the cave to the Jedi.
The dance was on and the fight continued.
The Nightsister held her ready stance as she spoke. "I find it intriguing they called me for help." She chuckled and looked down through her lashes. "Couldn't figure it out then hmm?" Ventress said circling the Jedi. The two women circled eachother slowly, waiting for the other to strike. And for a moment, neither of them did.
"What are you doing here?" Dasibri asked her and looked down the length of her green blade.
Ventress cocked her head upwards, a smirk plastered over her dark lips. She looked smug as ever, happy to have a victory over the other girl. "Fennec reached out. It appeared you and your battalion of clones here had some questions." She said as she got closer. The circle was growing smaller, they were getting closer now. "I find it hard to believe that you had no idea about the kid." She continued. "Losing your touch, huh? Or was this a trap all along? Why didn't you tell them the truth?" She asked looking between the Jedi and the three soldiers that stood on the sidelines watching.
"I'm not an idiot." Dasibri answered. "Of course I knew." She grumbled and finally made the move to strike. Ventress immediately moved to deflect it. They continued on like that for what felt like a lifetime. Their altercation illuminated the cavern with sparks of lights. "I thought I'd finally gotten some peace and quiet from you." Dasibri said again after a moment. "How are you... how are you even here?" She had asked as Ventress held her blade tightly.
The Nightsisters blade was held against the Jedis, they intersected right before their faces. Ventress spoke happily. "You may have ended one life... but I have enough left to finally finish you off." Her threat almost sounded like a promise.
Dasibri looked at her. "Maybe... but you're going to need them all for that." She had said warningly. This fight would last until they tired themselves out and began to slip up. That was how it would always go. Until their were called off, maimed, or killed.
Ventress knew she could redeem herself in this moment. She could end the life that had taken hers. Finally, another point on the board. But even now she didn't agree with that sentiment. Maybe this didn't have to end this way. It was odd for her to have such revelations in the middle of a battle. She wasn't exactly the forgiving type. Especially under the circumstances when staring at the woman who kriffing killed her.
As Dasibri sank further into Vaapad, losing herself inside the fight in more ways than one, her blade moved wickedly fast. Ventress had remembered just how fast once she had to counter each and every strike. She couldn't even see which direction the Jedi's saber was coming from, it felt like it was coming from everywhere all at once. She found herself relying on feeling where it was, rather than seeing.
The rocks hadn't gotten any less algae slicken, and Dasibri used the strength she pulled from all areas of the force, to make the Nightsister back up towards them. Dasibri used strength and will alone to back the renounced Sith into a corner.
Hunter, Wrecker, and Crosshair all stood on the side lines. Watching with their mouths agape in horror. This was... not the average fight. They hadn't seen this side of Dasibri since the war. Even then she seemed to be consumed in her form of practice. Crosshair was worried. Very worried. He had no way of helping but he wasn't quite sure what he could even begin to do to help.
Fast footsteps reverberated through the cavern. Omega and her trusty side-kick Batcher had both come bolting into the cave. The young girl held a white flower in her hand, high over her head and she waved it joyously. "I got the-" she had begun to say long before her eyes finally registered what was going on.
Her eyes widened in shock. Dasibri held Ventress against the rocks, there was barely a breath of space between them. The light of their sabers were bright in the cave as the night sky darkened and the sun disappeared from outside. Omega watched as Dasibri pressed further on with her blade, which in turn brought Ventress's blade even closer to her own face. The Nightsisters expression turned into a scowl.
"What's going on in here!" Omega nearly yelled. Her voice and volume demanded an answer. She stood a step back, distancing herself from the fight. Her gaze faltered between the bounty Hunter, Jedi, and her brothers.
Crosshair and Hunter both had dashed across the cavern to stand in front of the girl. Their guns raised and ready just incase Ventress managed to find an out and try to hurt the girl. Of course she never would of dreamed it but the clones certainly didn't know that.
Omegas voice seemed to snap the Jedi back to reality.
"She was helping us! Dasibri! What are you doing?" She asked loudly. Omega shoved her way between Hunter and Crosshair, standing in front of them and begging the Jedi to come to her senses and explain what had transpired inside the cave.
"Helping you? Omega, do you know who this is?" Dasibri said looking over her shoulder to glance at the girl. "She doesn't help people. She kills them." The Jedi explained and turned her gaze back to the woman held up against the rocks.
"and you don't!" Omega argued back. She took a few steps closer. She didn't notice Crosshair try and reach out after her and pull her back, he had missed her by an inch. "Dasibri you're a Jedi! You don't kill people" the girl said moving closer. Omega met eyes with Ventress. "You were helping me right?" She had asked.
Ventress let out a gruff from the effort of trying to keep Dasibri at bay. Her voice was strained as she spoke. "You asked me to test you. That was exactly what I was doing" she said turning her gaze to the Jedi above her. As the light reflected in Dasibri's eyes, Ventress lifted her leg and managed to knee the girl in the stomach and use the momentum to kick her back. While sending the other girl a few stumbling steps backwards Ventress sent herself airborne for a single second. Enough time to perch herself on top of the rock she'd just been held against. "I came here to help." She repeated looking the Jedi in the eyes. "That is all." She clarified.
Dasibri stood panting.
That was when the most surprising thing could of happened. Ventress turned off her saber and stood to her full height. Dasibris eyebrows knit in confusion.
"I never came here to fight. I had no idea you'd even be here." The Nightsister confessed as she jumped down and stood before the other woman. "Why don't.. why don't we talk." She said cautiously. This had been a feud that had spanned years now. And it seemed now, if Dasibri allowed it, they could both throw in the towel and call the whole thing off. It was the right thing to do. The Jedi thing to do.
But deep down, Dasibri didn't know what action to take. She could feel the aura radiating off of Ventress and it seemed genuine. This could end. Distant memories came to light. She remembered a very important lesson she'd learned once. The battle of Geonosis could of been thwarted by a single death. Mace Windu had once said "It could happen again. It will happen again." And everyday Dasibri made sure that she remembered it. If you are going to strike, make sure it's enough. She never wanted to hold a regret of that caliber. She wouldn't let herself be deceived.
She wasn't stupid enough to trust blindly.
Then again, in what universe did this make sense? Asajj Ventress trying to negotiate peace? That was the realization that brought Dasibri back to her feet and finally close her blade. When all choices seem wrong, choose restraint. And that was exactly what she did.
She clipped her hilt back onto her belt.
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There's a part two for this in the works rn (as in the mental aftermath, it's just angst)
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The Queen’s Letter:
hey guys!! a short little update that serves as a prelude to the real plot. I will be following this up with a character introduction to our queen within the next couple of days.
I’m also working on a big explanation of the lore, kind of like a guideline through the story, so let me know if that’s something ya’ll would like to see!
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I remember growing up in the walls of the palace. I grew a distaste for the cold stone and enchanting architecture as soon as I found out I could never leave. Yet, we always find our sanctuaries. The greenhouse was my favorite place. Full of lush greenery and exotic plants; in that room i felt the most free. My father always saw to it that the greenhouse stayed in good shape for me, properly gardened and refreshed with new plants and colors that brought life back to my soul. It was my father’s one last hope that someday our lands would flourish again, just like the greenhouse. The little that grew on the most fertile lands was barely enough to feed the people, and still they were hungry. It wasn’t always like this. The witches of the East told tales of our land many centuries ago; a flourishing paradise. But that time had long since passed and the little green left resided there, in my greenhouse. I wish I would’ve known then, in that vast garden, how hungry the people were.
My father was a good man, but he was a bad King. He was guarded and mostly stayed behind the high walls he built around him physically and mentally. With me, he was no different, in fact, worse. I loved my father, but he was no ruler.
I was only twenty when he died, and revealed the deepest secret in the realm….
I rush down the corridor, legs pumping and lungs burning. Why couldn’t they do something to save him? I was not ready to be a ruler. I was no queen. My feet pounded so hard against the ground the sound echoed off the palace walls. The doors flew open as I approached and the servants kept their gazes down. This really was bad then. I enter the room and there he is, laying in the bed as if caught in a daze, staring at the ceiling as if nothing was happening. How does one be aloof on your deathbed? I approach his side and grasp his hand in mine and that’s when he looks at me.
“Andy, you must listen to me, there is something you must know before you take the throne.” I grasp him tighter feeling the gravity of the moment and my eyes flood with tears.
“yes, father. tell me.” I keep my voice even.
“Do you remember all of those stories I told you as a child? The ones about the key?”
i feel my eyebrows knot in confusion.
“yes? why? what about them?” he pulled me in to whisper in my ear “they are real my darling. we are the bloodline. you must protect the key, that is your duty above all others.” I couldn’t speak a word. My father just told me that the legend is true. the gate. the key. the master. I couldn’t form any words as the tears finally slipped down my cheeks. “Rose, you must be strong. You are already better than I ever was.” his words keep my tears flowing, I always loved that name he called me, like I was a precious flower. He slips something between my fingers, something slender and cool like metal. the key. The next words he whispered so quietly that I had to strain myself to hear his raspy breath, “don’t trust them…..” he took one final harsh inhale, gasping as if he just realized something, and then my father died.
I had more questions than answers, but I felt even then the weight of my father’s final words. Little did I know, the troubling truth was vaster than even my father believed. There were plots, schemes, and ploys. Attempts for the throne and my life. All for one thing. The key cost me my life, but I will not let it cost my daughters too.
I am Andromeda Alaric, ruler of all men, and this is my last letter before my death. I write this in confidence for only the inner circle. You know who they are Theron, go and find them.
Do not let them hurt her. She is the key more than anything.
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the rise of sira | sci-fi!rhett x oc
Summary: Tessa teaches Rhett that he could never hurt her. (wc: 919)
Requested: NO
Warnings: grumpy rhett abbott w/ a bionic arm, made up sci-fi lore, no smut but definitely sexual themes so MDNI pls
✎……MASTERLIST || MORE FROM THIS UNIVERSE
✎……this entire universe is a demon and i must exorcise it from my brain through writing
Tessa pulled away and Rhett chased her lips with a heavy breath. She wanted to just fall back into him. Let him win the chase and keep kissing him. Keep gleaning all his warmth and all his love. But her mind had been set before she even walked into his quarters that night.
There was something she needed to do.
His attempts at getting her lips back where he most wanted them were admirable though. It made a grin stretch her kiss-swollen lips as one big hand encompassed her waist and dragged her closer to his bare chest. As he leaned forward ever so slightly to capture her once more. But she turned her head at the last moment, his lips and teeth catching nothing but her rose-dusted cheek.
Rhett grunted in surprise and it made her laugh breathlessly.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, a gravelling whisper that made her hips drop into his lap. “Need my lips somewhere else? That it?”
While the idea did have its appeal — and she was mighty tempted to simply nod her head and let him effortlessly lift her up and place her on her back — she had a mission. One she couldn’t so easily forget. Not when the evidence of its need laid heavily at her right side.
Her fingers threaded into the long strands of his hair as she tilted her face, bumping her nose against his own with a smile. “Wan’you to touch me.”
“I am touchin’ you,” he replied with a small smile.
He squeezed her hip for emphasis. She shook her head.
“With all of you.”
Blindly, she reached for his left arm. Felt the cool metal beneath her fingertips as she traced over the forearm. Rhett tensed beneath her, his grip on her flesh tightening. His blue eyes darted over to his bionic arm, not daring to look at it for a moment longer.
“No,” he spoke simply, with a finality reserved for fighters under his command.
“Rhett —” she tried to argue.
But he cut her off. “I don’wanna hurt you.”
Tessa sighed as she looked into his face, head cocked at the firm set of his brow and the tick of his jaw. The metal cables for tendons tensed and moved beneath her hand. He wouldn’t look at her anymore. Instead choosing to focus on the strap of her sleeping gown that had slipped off her shoulder. With renewed earnest, she scooted on her knees closer to him — nearly chest to chest. Then she took his face between her hands, forcing him to look her in the eye.
Determined. Brave. Terrified. Broken. A softness that only she could see.
Her Rhett.
“You could never hurt me,” she whispered, stroking his stubbled cheeks with her thumbs. “Never.”
“You don’know that.”
“Yes I do.”
Tessa reached for his left arm again. This time he let her. This time he let her hand drift down the metal plates and cables until her fingers wrapped around his own. His breathing quickened as she lifted his hand, meeting no resistance, and placed it on her bare thigh. A shiver ran up her spine, her flesh raising as she released a sharp breath. Rhett tensed, made to pull away.
“No,” she whispered quickly, pressing his metal hand firmly into her warm flesh to leave no room for retreat. “Just cold, s’all.”
He nodded, releasing a shaky breath. “Y-You’d tell me if…?”
“You know I would,” she replied, leaning in to press a gentle but brief kiss to his lips. “Now just…Feel me. All of me.”
His eyes slipped shut and she leaned her forehead against his own. Still, his hand made no move to really touch her, to grip and mold and feel, as she dragged his hand slowly up her thigh.
Suddenly, his hold became just a touch more firm, and it made her gasp softly.
“So soft,” he muttered against her lips.
It made her grin.
She barely even had to touch him anymore as his hand rose higher. Slipped beneath the fabric of her sleeping gown and onto her bare hip. A gasp tumbled from her parted lips, her hips rolling forward into his lap, as he palmed at her ass. Squeezed the forgiving flesh — gripping, molding, and feeling.
It felt like he was touching her for the first time all over again.
A whimper escaped her as he gave her another squeeze, metal digging into skin, her fingers finally falling from his cheeks to rest against his broad shoulders.
“That feel good, sunshine?” he asked, that cockiness she had grown to love seeping back into his voice.
“Uh-huh,” she breathed back.
Rhett hummed, tilting his head to start mouthing at her neck. All tongue and teeth and slightly too rough but it was perfect. Tessa shivered again as both of his large, eclisping hands now slipped up her back. One cool and one warm.
I love you. It was on the tip of her tongue. About to burst out of her. Leap from the very depths of her soul and out into the open. With no cover or backup in sight.
Would he say it back? Did he even feel the same?
Whatever was between them had gone unspoken for so long. A silent agreement. A care and attention that neither of them had given to another soul in so long. Tessa knew something was there. Knew he had to feel something for her.
So for now, she settled for the feeling of both of his hands.
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Art Credit: Noah Thompson (https://nthompson.artstation.com)
Decided I would finally buck up a bit though i doubt I’ll tag, too anxious about that and share a bit of the small crossover living in my head between my two mmo obsessions: FFXIV and D2. Essentially this is just me deciding to throw my OC from FFXIV into D2. There will be mentions of personal fan lore that is not canon to the FFXIV lore. I’m going to try and keep this where all the info you need will be revealed in the story from my OC’s perspective. If there’s any questions, always feel free to send an ask! Thanks for reading even if it’s just a small bit. Sorry for any errors. My grammar sucks but I’m improving slowly.
Story below the cut:
Prologue
Clack. Clack. Clack.
Footsteps joined a cacophony of noise inside the wide staircase. The hiss of steam exiting pipes. The loud rattle of moving gears and shifting hydraulics. All normal for the owner of the custom home. Once a run down two story warehouse above residential stores of Mor Dhona, now a home for a lone miqo'te.
Consi tapped away at the keypad, typing in the password mindlessly. He was exhausted. A long day of exploring the nearby woods of the Shroud with his husbands that led to a few errands for their future trip to the New World. The door hissed, slowly rolling open allowing more noise to fill the air. The sound of slow trickling water from the pond under the grates and the bath connected to it filled his hearing before he heard his running waterfall feature. Still working. Consi nodded to himself, walking into the room and up the small wooden stairs. His apartment was in good shape even after his absence. It was the first time in weeks since he could come back and check on it. The plants inside the metal fence still looked healthy, thriving despite the dark conditions. All thanks to the skylights hidden in the ceiling. The glowing plants from the First helped to keep everything staying lit enough for him to walk.
He stepped down towards his couch, stepping up to a generator to switch it on. Lights switched on, illuminating the room just enough. He didn't need to burn through his fuel quickly. He could see perfectly in the low lighting. He unhooked his gunblade off his back, the smooth purple blade dull and lifeless as his aether left it. Gently, Consi placed it on his couch before tugging at his protective coat.
The rustling of leaves filled his ears as he turned away from the plants. It stopped as he turned back towards them, curious as no animals ever entered his apartment. His ears pressed back, his tail puffing up as he picked up his gunblade.
Slowly, he walked towards the plants, noticing movement inside of them. Noticing soft white glows before eyes peered back at him. The loud drone of something robotic deafened him. A cold metal hand gripped onto his body, pulling him into whatever was sizzling and blinded his vision. Consi yelped as it closed with him now inside of it. The world around him was blue and geometric. Way too geometric for his liking. Black splotches covered the blue rectangles and spheres. Though he couldn't take in much of the view since whatever dragged him in kept pulling him deeper into the strange world he now found himself in.
Screeching and beeps rose up behind him while he was dragged. Consi squirmed wanting to get out as he moved his gunblade. He stabbed his gunblade backwards, shattering something glasslike. He didn't stay long enough to find out what it was while he ran, loading an aetherical bullet into his gunblade. He fired it, forming a shield around him, just in time to block whatever was fired at him. He didn't want to find out. It sounded like a beam and he felt enough of those whenever he sparred with one of his husbands. They hurt. He didn't want to find out how much these hurt.
Consi skidded, slipping on the ground as a massive humanoid like robot appeared, shimmering as if it had just entered whatever here was. Panic filled his body and mind as the robot reached for him quicker than he could react to it. He was too exhausted for this. Cold metallic hands gripped roughly onto his upper arm, tugging him. He yelled out after being tossed into another opening, another world. Twisting his body, Consi lined up his gunblade seeing the thing was following where it tossed him. One shot was all he needed.
Cli-Click. Bang! The white capsule in its abdomen shattered. Pain bloomed in the back of his head and upper back, forcing his world to go black.
“Hey!… -ke up! Please!” Consi heard someone plead with him. His head was swimming but he could have sworn he heard beeping at the end of their sentence. They even sounded like they were coming through a speaker. “Come on!” He startled as something hard jabbed into his side and the howling of a creature. No… Multiple creatures.
“You’re awake!” The person cried. It swerved to move in front of him and… It was a small machine? His eyebrows furrowed, his head tilted to the side. His mouth opened to ask a question but the howling began again much louder this time. “No time! Come on! Follow me.”
The small machine began flying away leaving Consi scrambling to get up, grabbing his gunblade quickly. Glancing around, he noticed the area was in ruins. Abandoned buildings that looked to be hundreds of years old and slowly being reclaimed by nature. None of the architecture was what he was used to. Where was he?
He was quickly pulled out of his thoughts when the sizzling of electricity whizzed by him in bullet form. Before he could even be surprised, he watched as the machine flew up a rubble pile. Not wasting a minute with the electric bullets being fired at him, Consi followed jumping up into the ruined building. He didn’t even keep track of the time as he flicked his wrist, firing another shield onto himself. Consi didn’t want to feel what those bullets felt like on a direct hit.
"Over here!” He heard the little machine call out to him. The window it hovered beside was shattered, leaving a large enough hole for both of them to slip inside. “We should be safe here as long as we keep a bit quiet.” It informed him, bobbing up and down in the darkness of the building. “Are you okay? I saw you hit the pillar very hard!”
Consi stared at the small machine, confused at how it was speaking. “What are you?” He asked it. He rubbed his head sighing while the small machine created a whir noise, sounding as if it was concerned at the motion. “I don’t…” He began. “I don’t get how I got here.”
“Well, first off, I’m a ghost!” The ghost explained, making Consi feel even more lost. A ghost? They didn’t look to be undead or translucent like a normal ghost.
“But… you look nothing like a ghost…”
“Well yeah! That’s just the name we’ve been given. We were made by the Traveler to find our guardians so we can revive them!” The ghost told him, spinning proudly. “We hold the light to do this!”
Consi just stood there silent before turning to the hole at the window. Scuffling could be heard along with the chattering of mandibles. He grabbed the ghost, stuffing it in his jacket for a moment while he hid in the shadows. He hoped his coat's black coloring would help hid them both for the time being. For a few minutes the scuffling continued. Multiple sets of feet and hands crunching the plant life outside filled the silence that hung in the building.
A language he couldn’t understand was barked out. Commands? Consi gripped onto his gunblade tighter, lightly holding a hand over the small bump the ghost created under his coat. Another command was barked out by whatever followed them and the scuffling began again. Thuds rang out before silence once again took over. Both remained quiet for a few extra minutes, unsure if anything stayed behind to listen for them.
When the coast was clear, Consi opened his coat and the little ghost floated out. “Thank you.” It told him. “That was closer than I would have liked. We need to get to the church where Devrim is. You’ll be safe there!”
He could only give it a nod in return. His eyes flickered back over to the opening. “What is following us?”
“A species called the Eliskni! They live in this area, pillaging the old buildings for supplies and materials for their House.” The ghost explained, keeping a bit quieter.
“And seem very hostile… Alright. Um..” He paused, gingerly rubbing the back of his neck. He grimaced at the gentle touch of his fingers on the back of his neck. “Do you have a name?”
“Yeah! Everyone calls me Nyx! Do you have a name?” It questioned back, floating down to his eye level. Consi was mildly surprised that the ghost was still so cheerful even in a life threatening situation.
“My name is Consi.”
“I wish we met in better circumstances Consi but it is nice to meet you! You’re much different than those we normally see.” Nyx cheerfully exclaimed, causing the other to tilt his head by the bluntness of the ghost. “Either way, we need to get moving! They should have left by now.”
He watched the ghost hesitantly leave through the hole in the window before he followed it. Carefully, Consi pulled himself out of the shattered window back into the plant filled ruins. It was still silent around them. Nyx was quick to get his attention with a series of soft beeps. Carefully the two weaved their way through the ruined buildings, crossing spaces slowly just in case they were being watched or hunted.
Consi paused at an opening to a road. It felt like a trap. There was little to no cover which just spelt bad news for them both. If the Eliskni group was out here… He shook his head. Tightening his grip on his gunblade, Consi hesitantly followed the cheerful ghost. His ears flicked about out of uneasiness. He didn’t want to miss a sound. His tail was puffed up.
Click. He twisted, firing a shot at the offending Eliskni sniper hiding above them as they exited the building. The crack and explosive boom rang out loud in his ears but he could hear the electric bullet colliding with Nyx beside him. The blood-curdling screech filled the air. Quickly grabbing the ghost, he tucked it into his arm. With a flick of his wrist, Consi wasted no time in putting a shield around them both before darting off. Howls filled the air again but he didn’t stop. He didn’t know how injured Nyx was and he didn’t want to pause to find out.
Broken stone masonry of a decrepit church came into view. Consi assumed that was the church they needed to go to. He took a deep breath before exhaling black smoke. The world shimmered around him.
Nyx made a confused beeping noise as their surroundings turned into various shades of purple. “What?” It began to ask before going quiet as Consi held it closer.
“Shh… We’re hidden but can still be heard.” He whispered to the ghost keeping his pace as he ran to the church. His pace slowing down when they reached the bottom of the church. The purple around them vanished.
“What did you do?”
“I just simply hid us in the Void.” Consi calmly explained. The ghost was even more confused. Now safely hidden inside the shadows of the church, he could see the damage the bullet did to the ghost. Its eye flashed various colors. Fragments of its shell were missing and even the body—or what Consi assumed was its body—was dented and missing pieces where it was hit. “Are you okay?”
“I’m alright! Nothing that can’t get fixed.” The ghost reassured, spinning happily before floating up towards rickety wooden pathways leading up to the tower. “Come! Let’s go get Devrim’s help!”
Consi sighed. He wasn’t so sure about this.
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1, 2, 31, 43, 46, and 48 For the Jedi Ask and Leia for all because Jedi Leia is BA 💙
yesss Jedi Leia is awesome!! fun fact this is actually my first ask ever (despite the fact that I've been on tumblr for years) so I'm very excited. thank you for all the great questions!! this got long fast, whoops?
Jedi Ask Game by @jedimasterbailey
1. How did they find their kyber crystal?
I really struggled with this question! all the kyber crystal lore is so fascinating and I want to do it justice, you know? my favorite scenario might be Leia just stumbling across her crystal seemingly by chance. in short, it's more likely her crystal found her than she found it. when we see the younglings finding their crystals in The Clone Wars, they all have to overcome some aspect of themself standing in their way. for Leia, I think that aspect would be her determination and independence. those are some of her best qualities, but too much of a good thing is still a bad thing.
once she and Luke decide it's time for her to build her own saber, she'll probably try really hard to find her crystal, doing everything she can, but she's just not having any luck. she won't ask for Luke's help or find some files about crystal locations because she wants to do it herself and prove her own capability. she goes at it logically, but she's not meditating or trying to use the Force to help her because she's stubborn as hell. she's basically at the point of giving up, so she puts it in the back of her mind while she goes off on some other mission. but in the middle of said mission, her crystal finally calls to her. (bonus points if it's in the middle of a high stakes chase cause that would be funny.) it's on some random planet she never would have thought to look and she wasn't even trying to find it in that moment.
she only finds the crystal when she stops trying to have total control over the situation. she wants to be independent, but she has to learn to make that independence coexist with sometimes letting go of her own convictions and logic and allowing the Force to guide her. there's no situation in which she can have complete agency over everything, which is the lesson she has to learn to find her crystal. but I don’t know, that’s just one idea.
2. Why did they build their lightsaber hilt the way they did?
Leia's hilt definitely resembles Obi-Wan's, which I don't doubt was intentional. one thing I love about the Obi-Wan series is the relationship between him and Leia; it's so sweet. he's not only an important person to her, but other than Luke, he's basically the only Force-user with whom she's had a positive relationship, so it makes sense that she would want to model her saber after his. hers is still unique though -- it's very polished and elegant (just like her). the color of the non-silvery metal seems to look different in every photo, but I choose to believe it's rose gold because that's just so extra in the best way possible. she's very stylish, so her lightsaber should be too, right?
31. A Jedi they look up to the most?
I already talked about him a little bit, but probably Obi-Wan. I mean, her options are pretty limited, assuming she doesn't have access to much knowledge about pre-Order 66 Jedi. a bit of a tangent, but I find it kind of funny that the Jedi Buddy™ of her parents (both bio and adoptive, actually) she knows best is Obi-Wan, because she is so much more like Ahsoka. but she probably looks up to Obi-Wan not in spite of their differences, but because of them. I imagine she admires his patience and ability to see the good in everyone, both things she (understandably) struggles with. however, they share a lot of virtues too -- compassion, strength, and a never-ending supply of sarcasm and snark -- so he likely serves as a source for inspiration in that sense as well. Leia admires Luke for similar reasons, but I'm not sure I'd say she looks up to him, since sometimes he can be a little clueless (and I say that with the utmost affection), so Obi-Wan is definitely more of a role model for her.
43. If they could talk to any deceased Jedi who would it be and why?
for all the reasons I've already discussed, she would probably want to talk to Obi-Wan. she'd spend a few minutes yelling at him, of course, and I can't say I blame her. but since I've already talked about Obi-Wan a lot, I'll suggest another.
Leia deserves to have a nice talk with a fellow Jedi girlboss, and it was hard to pick one, but I'll go with Aayla Secura. I think they would get along well. they're both very compassionate and always aim to do the right thing. they're pragmatic and strategic but also extremely loyal and caring toward the people they care about, but not to the point of it being possessive or unhealthy. Leia could probably learn more from a Jedi less similar to her, but like... she's been through it. let her just chill and have some girl talk with Aayla, especially since she essentially has no Jedi "peers," since even her brother/bestie serves as her teacher (at least in the Jedi department). it's great that people like Obi-Wan and Luke are different from her, so they can all learn from each other, but I also like the idea of her having someone she can see more eye-to-eye with. plus Aayla is just awesome and very underappreciated.
46. Your favorite headcanon about them.
okay I have several. the first is I love the theory that Leia has psychometry as a Force ability. for one thing, it's a super cool ability, but it's also a clever in-universe explanation for how Leia has memories of Padmé. of course, it could have just been some kind of Force vision, but I think psychometry would be more interesting. it also fits in well with Leia's other characteristics like her intuition, how easily she can read other people, and how she quickly forms strong emotional connections.
second, Beru would adore her and they would get along so well.
and then the last is that she's sapphic, probably bi. that's it that's the headcanon. no one can change my mind (I may or may not just be projecting). shoutout to the rarepair Sabine/Leia shippers, they get me. I'm always on that wlw Leia agenda.
48. A crack headcanon about them.
I have multiple for this one too sorry. she will vehemently deny it, but she loves a good rom-com. I'm thinking very much Nora Ephron vibes, as well as a lot of the late 90s/early 2000s classics (10 Things I Hate About You, 13 Going on 30, etc)
this one is definitely crack because I don't think she'd ever be so out of touch with reality... but she literally grew up as royalty, so it's funny to imagine her having rich kid tendencies. come on, just think about her saying that one Arrested Development line: "it's one banana, Luke, what could it cost? ten credits?" that would be hilarious.
and lastly, she and Leida Mothma have met but they hate each other's guts. Mon Mothma and Bail Organa are homies so their daughters should be too, right? nah. they grew up in basically the same circumstances, they're only about a year apart in age, their names are only different by a single letter, but they could not be more different. at 15, Leia is already her wonderful justice-seeking, politically active, rebellious, independent self. meanwhile Leida is going down the tradwife rabbithole on Reddit.
thanks again for the ask and for making the ask game! :) it was very fun!! if anyone wants to suggest another question feel free to drop it in my asks <3
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The final experiment
lilith's lore
episode 1: the failed escape
episode 2: the morbid realisation
cw: liminal spaces, body horror, existential crisis, uses of black as blood
"ugh..."
lilith groaned. her head ached, like she was hit square in the face with something solid. well, in a way, she did.
with her shaky hands propped on the cement floor, lilith struggled to sit herself up, immediately cradling her head as it began to throb painfully. she then felt a strange liquid coldness spreading on her palm, it rolled down her face and dripped on the floor into a thick puddle.
eyes widened in confusion, her hand slowly moved away from her forehead, only to see black. her hands were coated in a black substance. a distinct metallic smell hit her nose, giving her a sick sense of nausea.
"oh god..." her voice wavered. bile rose in her throat as she stumbled back, tears welled up in the corner of her eyes. was that why her head had been spinning nonstop? was her blood always like that? was she even human?
"no..." she mumbled, a shaky hand placed on the floor to push herself up. "i am human, i know i am human..."
she might not remember what happened before her containment, but she refused to believe she was anything but human.
her legs wobbled, trying to support her weight as she placed her hands on the wall. her blurry purple eyes then darted around to check her surroundings. she was in an empty hallway, strange greenish fluorescent light flickered from time to time, showing her a darkened path.
lilith shuddered. "that doesn't seem good..." but she had no other choice but to move forward. with wobbly legs, she made her way to the end of the hall, her hands on the wall as a way to stabilise her tired body. the more she walked, the dimmer the path seemed to be. perhaps it was just her tired mind, but did she just see a shadow darting pass her just now?
lilith shook her head, though that was a big mistake. her head began to throb painfully once more from the sudden movements. she grabbed her head, almost losing her balance had it not for her firm grip on the pipe running along the walls. "never again..." she muttered.
she made it to the end of the hallway. there was only a wooden door closed shut, and by the looks of it, hadn't been opened for months, years even. moss grew on the walls surrounding the door, paint chips gathered into piles in front of it, collecting dust. though, a sweep on the floor indicating that it had been opened, quite recently too. lilith wondered if this related to the strange silhouette she saw a few moments ago.
curiosity won. she decided to open the door. however, the moment she grabbed the doorknob, she felt a chill ran down her spine. "that was weird..." she muttered. with a deep inhale, she twisted the knob and pushed the door open.
that was yet another mistake. she invited herself into a lab, one fucked up to a concerning degree. it was barely lit, but lilith could make out the desks lining like the ones above. papers sprawled on the desks and on the floor, wrinkles and footprints indented on the papers as if they didn't matter one bit. the once pristine white walls were now an ashen grey colour, stained with a strange kind of black substance, which seemed both old and recent.
the black reminded lilith about the nauseating metallic smell she noticed when she woke up. it gave her a queasy feeling in her stomach the more she looked at them. the floor was in the same conditions when the tiles were broken and stained with the same black substance.
what really shook her to the core was the plethora of incubation chambers littering the place, all lit up and functioning like the ones above. her eyes laid on a chamber to her left and she felt her heart dropped to her stomach.
it was her.
well, more like a doppelganger. a clone of her, resting inside that chamber waiting for the day when it was released into the world, and replaced her.
she looked around again. all of the life forms in the chambers had green hair. the more she stared at them, the more horrified she became. all of them were mutilated in one way or another. some were limbless, some didn't have facial features, and some were just... a lump of flesh floating in the water. the chambers stayed lit as if taunting her, reminding her of what she was to those scientists.
a test subject, no more, no less.
step, step, step... she approached the chamber with caution, her bare feet padded on the cold dirty floor, being mindful of what she was stepping on. she kept her eyes on the clone, and in an unconscious manner, rose a hand as to place on the glass barrier.
"i wouldn't do that, if i were you."
lilith yelped, flinching away from the incubation chamber. her head whipped around, and dull purple eyes clashed with glassy forest green. she saw a... child? a small girl staring at her unblinkingly. she had long pastel pink hair and glass looking green eyes, and what seemed to be realistic cat ears twitching on her head. she wore a lab coat over a black top and asymmetrical black pants, showing her knee joint that was of a doll.
"who- who are you?" lilith asked, her voice wavering.
the girl only hummed, tilting her head as she continued to stare at lilith. "they called me dr. ambrose. katharinya iris ambrose. you may call me iris. now, who might you be, intruder?"
lilith wanted to cry. even her voice sounded empty and doll-like. she didn't like how iris just stared straight into her soul like that. and about her question, should she call herself subject x-50337 or the name she just got a while ago?
she decided to say her name instead.
iris hummed again, emotionless green eyes looked lilith up and down. "i see... you are the one he told me about." she shook her head. "very well. follow me. we've got work to do, lilith."
the way iris referred to her sent shivers down her spine. why did that have to be so ominous?
'whatever...' lilith decided. 'i had no other choice anyways.'
with that said, she followed iris deeper inside this strange place he called floor 0.
this took me literally so long to brainstorm and write out lmao :'D anyways, enjoy the lore, friends :D
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"Her demise"
TW: mentions of death, blood, knife, choking, a very pissed Jeff, slight sadism
Another part of the lore in my Jeff Hodek interpretation au.
She struggled in his grip, her eyes wide as his eyes pierced into hers. He continued to hold her neck tightly, having her pinned to the ground, a knife in his other hand, both his hands gloved, breathing heavily.
He smelled like sweat, cigarettes and the metal like stench.. blood. It almost made her gag from the smell that got to her nose. Jeff's scarred face was consorted to a face of pure rage and disgust. He never left his gaze off of her, his grip still tight, his breath hitching as his chest rose and fell uncontrollably. It took him a while to find her.. it took him a while to catch her.. but she was now pinned down by him and Jeff wasn't letting go anytime soon.
Nina was in trouble.. big trouble.
She was scared, terrified even. How come he was acting that way? Didn't she kill all those people...just for him? She was just trying to help. She was killing those who were trying to get Jeff. She was just killing them to get to him.. to find him and tell him what she's done. Nina thought he'd be proud.. oh, she was so wrong.
Nina tried to kick him off of her, but he was older, bigger.. stronger. She knew he was a so called 'beast'.. but this? Oh, she now regrets crossing his path.
The young woman couldn't scream, the grip he had on her neck was too tight for that. That look in his eyes.. it was pure hatred.. he was furious. A bit of Jeff's sweat dropped down on Nina's face, clearly using all his strength to keep her down.
Tears now started to gather in her eyes as she desperetly tried to get out of his grip, to get a gasp of air. But it was no avail.
Jeff was a serial killer, yes.. but he had his morals, he killed people if he had a reason to kill them, if they were an actual threat or they weren't a good person. It doesn't really make him any better than those people he's killed, yet again.. he's trying to do good. Trying to do something that the law didn't have the courage to do at times.
And Nina, instead of following his ways, if she was his 'fan', blew his reputation even more by her not so needed killings. It was like Stasy all over again.
No.
Stasy was a nice young lady, who wouldn't do something like that. She was a small troublemaker, but not causing this kind of trouble. Stasy was normal, she had humanity, she had kindness. Nina is nothing like she was.
She killed the innocent, she killed people that didn't deserve their fates. She took out lives, she killed young people that were about to start their life officially or children who were just messing around with his story. Children who were just joking around. How could she have the heart to do that?
Does Nina even have one..? Is she that much of a monster?
She stopped struggling, remaining in his grip. She lied there were pure horror in her expression, tears now streaming down her cheeks, her face slightly red and puffy from crying. Jeff continued to stare at her in silence, his grip on her never loosened. His mouth opened slightly, as if wanting to say something, but he knew he couldn't speak. He wanted to curse at her, to scold her.. he wanted her to know how he felt. But he thinks she already knows what he thinks.
A few more moments pass and he finally lets go of her throat, letting her gasp for air. Nina let out small gasps and sobs, her breath hitched. He still had her pinned, just staring at her, the look of rage and hatred still in his eyes. Her tears continued to run down her cheeks, soaking her face.
"I.. I'm s..sorry!"
She choked up, finally speaking after a while.
It was an apology. But they both knew that one 'sorry' wouldn't change what she's done. It wouldn't bring back the innocent souls that had their lives taken by her. One sorry is not enough, it will never be enough to pay back for all of the trouble she's caused.
Jeff just scoffed, irritated by her two words. If he could talk, he would have said 'You have to do better than that, kid.' He still had the knife pointed close to her, just continuing to stare at her as she cried and sobbed. He started to calm down, he was no longer breathing heavily and his breath was less hitchy, yet he still glared at her.
The young woman continued to sob and cry, not really knowing what else to do. She didn't expect for him to be so mad about what she did. She didn't expect him to start hurting her. Did Nina really deserve this?.. in Jeff's eyes, absolutely. He didn't care that he was causing her pain.
Jeff slowly lowered his knife to Nina's chest, aiming at her chest cavity. It made her gasp as he did that, which caused her to panic once more. She didn't want to die. Not like this.
"P..Please! H-Have mercy! I'm begging you!"
Nina's voice was shaky, pleading and full of regret and pain. She still had to gasp for air as her sobs and cries made her choke up more. Her face showed pain and guilt, she was even more red and soaked from her crying.
Jeff not being able to speak was only making it worse, almost making him look like a predator that caught his prey, and now he's just toying with her, causing her to panic, not knowing when exactly he decides to end her. He liked seeing her like this. He was making her feel what her victims felt when she killed them. She didn't like it one bit, and it only made Jeff's urge to kill her stronger.
Jeff hates her.
He let out a quiet sinister chuckle, looking down at the knife that was pointed at her chest, finally taking his gaze off her tear filled eyes. The tip of the knife was placed at one spot in particular. Jeff slowly made a small 'x' with the knifes tip, but didn't draw blood or hurt her. Not yet, anyways.
The coldness of the blade made Nina shudder slightly, a shiver running down her spine. Her breath grew heavy once more, choking up slightly as she tried to speak, but nothing came out except for sobs and the sound of her heavy hitched breath.
Jeff raised his knife, making Nina's eyes go wider than she could have ever before. She let out a scream, but it was cut short by the sharp pain that hit her suddenly.
It was the knife, sunken deep into her chest. It was more painful than Nina expected, and it wasn't long for the blood to pour out and for her to drift into unconciousness. Nina's vision became blurry, the last thing that she saw before everything going black being Jeff's blurry figure, his sinister chuckle ringing in her mind for the last time. Her eyes closed for the last time, her chest stopped rising and falling as she took her last breath the second before. Nina's body going limp.
The knife remained in her chest, the blood staining her shirt, even starting to make a pool beside her.
Jeff remained still for a moment, then pressed to fingers on Nina's neck, double checking, making sure she's really dead. He let out a satisfied sigh when he couldn't feel her pulse, staring at her face one last time before he took out the knife, more blood coming out of the stab wound.
He finally got up from her limp body, taking a few steps back before he turned around, not looking back.
Jeff was soaked in her blood, the knife still having blood droplets falling on the ground. He started to walk away, placing the hood over his head as water droplets started to drip down, slowly becoming into full rain. The rain soaked Jeff's clothes, the mud that was being created by the rain only making his clothes more dirty. But Jeff didn't mind, nor care.
Another successful kill. Another pest.. evil.. gone from this world.
He was now calmly walking back to his temporary home, his hands and knife in his hoodie pocket.
...
Jeff wondered if Luca went to bed on time.. or was he up late again?
He'll find out once he gets home..
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The Gosdorian Ruinious Quartet
In the DLC for Pokemon Zenith and Nadir, my Pokemon games inspired by Ecuador and the Galapagos Islands, there are new Legendary regional forms which are...the Ruinious Quartet from Paldea? How does that work, given their lore?
I came up with the idea that long ago, the people in Gosdor somehow ended up with similar items to what the ancient king of Paldea had. Remembering the legends, they 'purified' the items, and they eventually rose to become the Gosdorian Forms of the Ruinious Quartet. However, they all ended up running away shortly after their purification, and haven't been seen since.
The four act as more good versions than their Paldean counterparts, swapping their Dark Types for Psychic Types. They are no longer bound by their signature items, too. Each one are also based on an American legend to fit the Gosdor region being based on South America.
Finally, it's time to go over them one by one! Starting with Gosdorian Wo-Chien, who is a Psychic/Grass Type now and is based on the Samartian sea snail.
No longer bound by its tablets, it grew orbs on its stalks that are packed with psychic power and developed small, webbed forelegs and grassy whiskers. It is thought the slime left behind when it moves can cure any disease.
Next is Gosdorian Chien-Pao, who is a Psychic/Ice Type and based on the ball-tailed cat.
No longer bound by its sword, the bulbous mass on its tail was created via its new psychic energy bundling up in its tail, and even just lightly touching it can result in frostbite. Its new, organic fangs can pierce through several thick metal sheets as if they were nothing.
After that is Gosdorian Ting-Lu, who is now Psychic/Ground and based on the white stag as well as madstone.
No longer bound by its vessel, it solidified and became made entirely of madstone, which is where all its psychic power is. When it splinters, the shards of the madstone are highly sought after under belief that it can be extremely beneficial to one's health.
Finally, is Gosdorian Chi-Yu, who is Psychic/Fire and based on the fur baring trout.
No longer bound by its beads, Chi-Yu developed a thick, furry coat to protect itself in its new environment. Each strand of fur is made up of its new psychic energy, and it uses that energy to keep itself afloat while shooting out fiery balls backed with psychic power.
I hope all of these are alright, considering how I tried to keep things as respectful as possible. It should also be noted that Gosdorian Wo-Chien and Chien-Pao are exclusive to Pokemon Zenith and Gosdorian Ting-Lu and Chi-Yu are exclusive to Pokemon Nadir.
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Twisting Realms and Thoughts
I am.
I was.
I will.
I am.
Rulek blinked. The words were slithering in his head. Repeating, over and over like a spiralling to the center of himself. It was a distracting thing. He was staring into the infinite impossible possibilities that consist in the realm of Tzeentch.
He sneered slightly, the Lord of Fate. The One who caressed the threads of his fate. A unusual feeling danced under his etheric ribs. Hate. Whilst the realm was oversaturating with the purest expressions of Chaos, assaulting him in such a way that his power was swelling and form was becoming erratic.
The daemon prince looked at his hand, feeling the mutations writhing under his hide but there was a reason he refused to enter the Greatest of Liars' realm. With the power he amassed through this great hunt; from the strife of Khorne, the desires of Slaanesh, to the inevitability of Nurgle. He now faced the Constant of Tzeentch and he refused the change for now.
He let it swill. Ebb and wane. Grow and restrain. Even as the colorful feathers were growing along his hide. His face stretching and changing into a twitching beak. Another set of eyes were blinking in their new existence in his skull, nevermind in his arms.
Wings flapped to let the fledgling feathers flicker into motes of warpfire embers. He reshaped himself to dance with the constant winds. Gesturing and letting his long fingers caress the visible sevenfold winds of lore.
He could feel the greedy gaze of Tzeentch over his back. It was everywhere and nowhere. For many have dared to enter his realm in search for power and only one will emerge from it. As the Old Man watched him in curiosity, Rulek looked down at him.
"Your Master have certainly chose a particular one." He said, even his great voice was changing. A soft multitude of other voices melding under his mighter foremost vocals. "What do you think your reward would be? For a book that may lie to you as much as show you all?"
The sudden tear of the mage's facade caught him by surprise. A brief squeeze of his staff before slowly surrendering, there was no point of hiding it.
"One drop of Ursun's blood, you ask for. Do you think it will be just one? Do you know the price of flaunting with the Lord of Change, old one?"
Rulek turned on his lengthening neck and leaned in his made throne of twitching tendons and flesh-metal. The maws opening and closing, whispering incomprehensible things; lies, truths, knowledge, falsehoods, futures, pasts, and nows. Between them, they could hear one,
"All are pawns to the Great Deciever."
"I...' The Old Man held a moment, suddenly feeling nothing but vulnerability. The feel of Death so close. The unknowing countless times he have faced it, all on his desperate quest, the unknowing amount of times he will die for it. The weight of it all was over him like a great raptor hungry for its little morsel. 'will find a way."
Rulek's eyes focused on the Old Man for a moment before snorting a slow chuckle, "That is what we all say."
With it was mirrored by a chorus of men, women, beasts, children and things beyond their point. All the same phrase. They will find a way.
Then there was a sound. A horn of many mouths heaving over the sapphire horizon, blooming flashes of pinks, reds, violets and more as it cascaded along the magical winds. A Tzeentchian warhorn.
"Ah, finally - I am famished." Rulek mused before caressing his throne's surface. How it melted and stretched as it twisted and made into a glaive. Its golden blade curved and holding a crystal hardening why the flexing summonings of the daemon's call till he was satisfied.
Rulek held his weapon high as if there wasn't a new daemonic legion marching, no visible imperfections and he rose. "Minions!" He cried out with a voice of thunder, projecting out to the daemons and mortals that hold onto his banners and theirs.
"We meet our interlopters to battle! May Tzeentch see the glories of our skill and magics! We will claim our fates and his Champion! To me!" The Daemon Prince commanded before striding with the dark regality that the Old Man couldn't help but watch. A moment and he thought he heard a raven's call. He almost looked over his left shoulder, halting just barely and followed.
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What Lego Sonic Sets Could We See in the Future?
Out of the dozens of ideas I had for my comeback article, Lego certainly wasn’t one of them, yet here we are, because we’re finally getting 5 official Lego Sonic sets in less than three weeks (August 2023) and all I’ve been thinking about are which ones I should buy. So to take a break from that, what about thinking about what sets we could and should be able to buy in the future?
I feel like more Sonic “Speed Sphere” sets are inevitable, it is a great gimmick for kids to play with. With Chemical Plant Zone and Studiopolis Zone already being in other Sonic toy sets, I feel like Speed Sphere sets based on these zones are highly likely. City Escape could be another great choice with the steep slopes and getting to build small buildings. But I’m more interested in sets of locations in the series, so let’s move on.
I think an absolute must for the next set is an Angel Island set with a Knuckles minifigure. This would have to be a smaller version of the island, such as version we saw in Sonic Adventure, but the island itself with the Master Emerald, its shrine, and the Knuckles figure to guard it would be cool, maybe one or two palm trees for it and a sand-colored trim would look nice but they’re not necessary. Clear poles to hold up Angel Island since it floats would be great for shelf-display purposes.
I’d say a set with Shadow and Rouge minifigures with an Omega brick-build character is another necessary one akin to the Angel Island set, but this trio of anti-heroes doesn’t really have a base or an iconic setting piece. However, since sets from the first wave included jet skis and hoverboards, Shadow’s motorcycle could be included. If SEGA or Lego don’t have a location in mind either, sell this set as it is with a lower price tag such as $25. It would be a mistake not to include these minifigures in the line-up in some way or form.
If we ever get more Eggman sets, additional minifigures that should be included are Metal Sonic and Orbot to go with the Cubot one that’s coming out in the first wave.
I feel like the Chao Garden from Sonic Adventure 2 would be an excellent choice. Despite being a small sandbox, it is extremely iconic and so many people would love this on their shelves. The first Lego Sonic set wave included play pieces for Amy Rose to take care of animal critters, so why not have a Chao set with similar themes? That would make this a great set for kids and adults alike. I’m not sure what minifigure should be included with this set, however. Cream is a possible suggestion, plus she’s not from Sonic Adventure 2, but I already have a set in mind for her. Despite it not being a logical fit, perhaps Silver could be in this set because there isn’t a otherwise reasonable set for him to be a part of and he does have a tenderhearted nature.
A set with Cream and Vanilla’s house could be cool, with Cream and Blaze minifigures (unfortunately Vanilla may not sell well) and brick-build version of Gemerl as an additional character. While this place exists in Sonic Rush we never get to see it there, however the IDW Comics are considered canon to the videogame lore and Cream’s house is a frequent place to visit. Sonic and his friends seem to stop by there often, and Blaze usually makes sure to visit Cream when she comes from her own dimension. It is also worth mentioning Blaze should be in this set since she’d likely not have a set of her own. Cream’s two chao, Cheese and Chocola, should be included also.
Continuing with even less likely possibilities, a Chaotix Detectives set would be nice. Similar to the Team Dark set with Shadow/Rouge/Omega, it could just be a smaller set for the sake of adding minifigures of the characters, but they did run their detective agency in their house in both the IDW Comics and Sonic X, and it’s not out of the question to include their home as a building similar to Tails’s workshop in the set. Trinkets in the house could include Vector’s desk and a phone/fax machine, missing posters, and an assortment of Ninja gadgets for Espio.
Even less likely, though I don’t feel that this is impossible, is a set of the Resistance/Restoration bunker from Sonic Forces and the comics, with minifigures of the comic characters that make up the new Diamond Cutters (Whisper, Tangle, Lanolin). The biggest problem with this is that not everyone reads comics. Whisper and Tangle already appeared as playable characters in Sonic Dash though, with Tangle being acknowledged as a canon character in Sonic Frontiers. Whisper and Tangle even had plush toys made by GE for their popularity. I believe the possibility/probability of this set strictly hinges on if the Diamond Cutters ever make it into one of the next games, as there isn’t enough widespread knowledge of these characters to a casual audience to justify a set like this as of now.
Honestly, even the Cream’s house set and the Chaotix Detective Agency set would hinge on similar factors. But I do believe it is possible that Lego would be willing to take such risks because of how many characters they’ve included in their Super Mario branded sets. If Lego was willing to go into obscure territory with various enemies and The Koopalings, they may be willing to do the same for Sonic if sales prove it to be worth the risk.
So while it’s a cheesy way to end the article, the best thing you can do to make any of these sets a reality is buying one or more of the new ones releasing August 1st, 2023. What sets would you love to see appear for the next waves of Lego Sonic? Please share your thoughts in the comments, because I genuinely love talking with the Sonic community.
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