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Family swap: Boys just wanna have fun!

My name is Robert Philip Cornell. I come from a very succesful family of lawyers. And in order to honor my family's legacy I continued in this tradition. Therefore I hope that one of my sons, preferably both, will continue this path as well. Unfortunately my twins, Richard and Philip, are very much like me and their mother. Inteligent, very good looking and thanks to our wealth, powerful. And they know how to use that. But sometimes I wonder if they should appreciate our legacy more than they do now. If you asked me right now and I answered that they were high, drunk or fucking someone, I'd definitely hit atleast one of the three if not all of them.

I was in Johannesburg to help close a company I represent a great deal. After signing we ended having a few coctails and then I left the group to my hotel room. Suddenly a WhatsApp message came to my mobile phone. From my wife Anna

"I'm sorry for interupting your meeting. Call me asap when you're free. It's the boys"

Oh god. What now? I dialed my wife's phone number

Anna:"Hey love. How was the meeting?"

Robert:"Hi, all went well. What's happening?"

Anna:"Philip took the boat. Richard covered him and as soon as the boat left the harbour he followed him. They just wanted to trick me. So now they're once again having a party on the sea, absolutely high as always. I just hope the cost guard will be understanding once again"

Robert:"Honey. I know you mean well with them, but I think it's time"

Anna:"Robert no. You can't be serious. Don't you remember what happened with your father and you when you two did this? Your father wanted to 'teach you a lesson', then you spent a shit ton of money and almost destroyed his reputation."

Robert:"And look where it got me. I know that the boys will understand eventually"

Anna:"So what are you gonna do? It wouldn't be fair to swap only one of them and there isn't another male figure left in your family to swap them with"

Robert:"I wasn't thinking of a male figure to be honest"

Anna:"Are you crazy? One of my sons in my FEMALE body? Robert, I don't think I'm comfortable with that. I can't imagine one of them treating my body decently"

Robert:"I am not happy with one of them ruining my image too or even treating my and yours body, but I believe that they will learn the lesson soon enough. Besides, wouldn't you wanna take those two teen hormonal bodies for a spin?"

Anna:"You're a tease Robert... when?"

Robert:"How about right now? I am in a hotel room. So let's say, Richard can try to get out of South Africa back home and Philip now can try to figure out and stress alone in your body on an island, how to get their original bodies back"

Anna:"Robert... you're evil. Then I am looking forward to see you in a minute"

Robert:"See you soon, my love"

A few minutes passed since Robert wanted to write down some instructions and so did Anna

Richard and Philip were on a yacht, blasting music and approaching the beach of the city they were headed to. Suddenly a text message sound. Philip opened the message first. It said:"Since you boys want to be on your own and enjoy everything life has to offer, we give you our bodies to take care of and with them the duties of maintaining our family image. Yes, you now have to work, yes you have to provide for the family. And yes, one of you will be a female. Treat our bodies with respect and we will do the same."

Philip:"Dude is dad tripping? What the hell is that?"

Richard:"I think I'm too high for this, bro"

A very nauseating feeling that didn't originate from the waves of the sea sweat through the two teens. Both trying hard not to vomit

Richard's P.O.V.

The feeling passed. There was a bright artificial light around him and he felt water coming down his chest. Wait what? How did he get in the shower? Was he that high that he didn't even remember the boat landing, the party or anything?

Richard looked down on his chest

"What the fuck?!?" a deep voice echoed the walls of the shower

"Philip? Did you bleach my chest hair? They're grey you fucker. And what the hell happened to my voice? I sound like dad."

I wasn't paying much attention to myself and what was actually happening. I just took a towel, exitted the shower and tried to find out where the hell I was. I looked around and couldn't find much. It was a pretty normal hotel room, on the bed I saw my fathers briefcase and his clothes. There was a note on the bed:"Wanted to hand you everything clean and ready. BEHAVE and don't ruin my body! Love, dad"

"What the actual fuck is this?"

The reality was starting to him the. The text message, the note, the chest hair. I was scared to look in the mirror, but there was no other way of knowing

"You son of a bitch!" he really did it. My new reflection wasn't the one I was used to, but seemed like my much older one and a but distorted along with a beard. My father is a very handsome man, I have to give him that. But it is very different from the point of view of his son. Your parents aren't suppose to be hot, they're disgusting to you no matter how they look. Yet here I was standing, watching my father's muscular, grey-haired torso. His veins on his biceps. His piercing eyes that I knew very precisely, cause these ones were the ones that raised me. The ones that always seemed the most disappointed.

But now. I was behind these eyes. And my father did this to me on purpose. He wanted to give me another life lesson. "You know what dad? Fuck you!"

I dropped the towel I put around my waist before to reveal a hairy flacid dick. Ew, I never thought I would see my father's dick from this point of view. We'll here we are. But it's not bad to be honest. Might give it a little trim and the chicks would dig it.

I took a second before doing that to really think hard. I had to look away from the mirror causing watching my father jerk off wasn't something I would get off to daily. But watching this nice cock get hard in my hands as I was palying with these hairy balls and the foreskin, that was something. Looking down I was really proud. I am still muscular, I look amazing and I got a nice dick. Doesn't matter what dad does to me. I'll enjoy this punishment.

I grabbed my new dick hard. I squeezed it until I felt pain. And then I started jerking it. I spit in my hand and played with the head, almost instantly. I stopped and resumed jerking. I was hairy everywhere. I wasn't used to that. I wasn't even thinking about this body as my father's anymore.

My right hand was curious enough to get into the jungle between my buttcheeks. And what a jungle it is. I spit into that hand as well.

"Sorry, daddy. Boys just wanna have fun"

I pushed one finger inside. I could that this body has never experinced that. I'll enjoy that even more. I pushed in another finger and then kept on pushing until I couldn't. I felt my new prostate. So sensitive! I pushed and pulled. Almost forgetting to jerk off at the same time. I got in sync and could only scream in pleasure. I was so close. I could feel the sensation building up. If I were in my body I would stop to take care of the mess in time. But I didn't care. I let it pour outside off me. The cum got into my chest hair and on my abs. I let out a sight of relief

Collapsed on the bed, I noticed dad's phone lighting up. Mom was calling. Wait, is it really mom or is Philip also swapped? I gotta know. I took the phone to my ear and answered

Philip:"Those fuckers. What are we gonna do about them?"

Richard:"I don't know about you, but I just had the best orgasm in my life"

Philip:"You're so disgusting Rich, that's our fathers body, you know that?"

Richard:"Yeah, but that didn't stop me. And I don't think you should stop either. The women say that their orgasm is so much more intense, so now you'll know"

Philip:"I don't know if I am ok with that. It's our mother's pussy, bro"

Richard:"Yeah and? I just fingered our father ass. Suck it up big boy. I'll send you a location. I'll take a plane and we'll meet there?"

Philip:"You're nasty bro. See you there I guess. Wait, wait do you know what is this tiny weird thing sticking out at the top of the vagina?"

I packed my fahter's things and set off to meet my bro, or wife?. I went to the local mall and slightly altered my visage. Do you think they'll let me inside of the plane like this? Oh and one tiny request I gotta send to our butler

Robert and Anna's P.O.V.

Anna:"I must admit, Robert, I haven't felt so full off energy in ages!"

Robert:"That might be the drugs the boys took, haha"

Anna:"No, seriously. The boys got great bodies, but our bodies aren't as much vital as these ones. We have to go do something!"

Robert:"How about we continue in the plans that the boys had? Might be fun"

We arrived to an empty beach with no one in sight.

Robert:"Did you check the coordinates?"

Anna:"Sorry, dear but I am still very high. I am still surprised we didn't crash the boat"

Robert:"Haha. It's so funny to see Philip call me honey. Haha, jesus. I think I am still also high"

Anna:"Wanna maybe lie down here and just... chill. Or how do the kids these days call it?"

Robert:"Haha. 'Kids these days'. Philip looks like a nostalgic senior now"

Anna in Philip's body laughed. "Yeah and what are you? A teen king who knows all the trends?" she ran up to him and pushed him on the ground

Both boys's bodies still very high. They very playfully fighting in the sand. Rolling around, like two teenage boys would

Suddenly Anna planted Robert a kiss. Robert was shocked and stared at her not returning it

Anna:"I still see you as you. I don't care what bodies we're in. Even if we were worms I'd ¹still love you"

Robert:"Anna, I... don't think I can do this"

Anna grabbed Robert's new hard dick and looked back at him:"Then don't think at all. Just love me"

Anna kissed him again and this time Robert kissed back. He felt the love his wife had for him and kissed the another boys body back.

The two identical boys now with their hands all over their bodies. Exploring each other as if it were a mirror. A mirror that they made out. A mirror that they were caressing and pressing their hard dick against.

Ther dicks were out. Anna in Philip's body just laughed as she felt her husband sucking her dick:"I understand why you always beg me. This is so goood. Keep going!"

Robert didn't believe what he was doing, but he couldn't really keep thinking that or else he would go mad. Sucking his son's dick was definitely not on his bucket list.

Robert got into a 69 position. Twins giving each other the same pleasure. What a sight for horny eyes.

They didn't talk. They were mouthful, so there was no room for talking. Each gagging on each others dick. Giving pleasure to the other one. Thursting and enjoying the same feeling from the other. They were close very close. And they both came almost at the same time. They got some perfecting to do.

They were in each other's arms, naked on the beach sand. Enjoying the view of the other one. Just smiling at each other.

And just then, the family Butler arrived with security to the beach.

Nigel:"Good afternoon gentlemen. I have strickt orders from your parents to transport you back to your house and to enroll you back into high school. You have your senior year to finish and you have to pass all your exams. Your parents also gave a strict rule of no alcohol, no drugs and no visits in your home. Shall we leave?"

Robert to Anna:"Oh that's what I forgot. Fuck, Richard is good. This is gonna be very good for him. I think he'll be the next one to continue."

Anna:"Did you just hear what Nigel said, honey?"

Robert:"All I heard was that I will spend a lot off tíme together with the love of my life. I don't care how painful it will be. We get to be young again and together. And don't forget that the boys share bedroom, honey." I saw Anna blushing and smile as she opened the car door.

Richard a Philip's P.O.V.

Philip:"Are you sure we're safe like this?"

Richard:"Yeah, bro. They're gonna have to go to high school and all. Nigel already has them at home. We get to live no without nagging"

Philip:"Yeah, so amazing to have no nagging, but If you haven't noticed I am the one with mums pussy."

Richard:"And I bet it's hungry for dick"

Philip:"Why on earth didn't they swap you into mum instead of me. I'm not even bi. I won't enjoy the sex as much as you will"

Richard;"Ok, I promile that tonight I'll show you that you're now definitely on the spectrum and that I now have a magnificent dick that will make you very happy"

Philip:"Fine. So, we gonna party now or what?"

Richard:"The festival hasn't even started yet and you wanna party already. I think we're now the oldest people here dude."

Philip:"Well then let's show them how older people party!"

An inbox story that I played with a tiny bit :D

Could you write a story about parents swapping bodies with their twin kids since they don’t behave. Now the parents in the boys body must go to school and enjoy their youth while the boys in their parents bodies have to give to work and be responsible.

If you haven't seen your story yet, don't worry I got a lot of them in the inbox, some of them are partially written in the drafts and are now just waiting for me to have more time and be horny enough to finish them 😈

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Midnight Impulses [Chain + Healer!Reader]

Keeping your abilities hidden is difficult when the object of your attention is so close.

It keeps growing. Will the trash heap never end?

Masterlist

TW: None.

Disclaimer: Don't own The Legend of Zelda franchise. Linked Universe is the fan creation of jojo56830.

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You stare up at the night sky with a pinched expression, something ominously similar to a pout pulling at your lips. The blankets are pulled up to your nose, and above the soft rim your eyes glare squinty-eyed at the man laying beside you.

In the light of the pit fire, you can see the way his shoulders and back are tense with pain and fitful sleep. The shine of his hair taunts you where it highlights the delicate curve of his ear, the soft pink of a bang an elegant curve contrasting the harsh shadows of the fire light.

His bare skin. If only you could touch his skin without waking him, even just the tips of your fingers. But he's always been cagey, especially when he's in so much pain. He'd snap awake before you could even pull your hand from your covers, and then he'd be awake and suspicious all night. Just like every night before.

Your fingers grip into the inside of your bedroll, jaw clenching, resisting the temptation to rush him while he's vulnerable and force your healing magic into his aching joints and creaking, burning bones.

It wouldn't take long. If you could get your whole hand onto his face or maybe an arm, the deed could be done in less than a minute. He'd struggle, yes, but his gauntlets are off and you could keep him pinned for a few precious seconds after he manages to escape the confines of his covers.

Just one minute of struggle, and it'll be done. Sure, he'll hate you more than ever and will most certainly never trust you again. But his arthritis and damaged body (so damaged, laden with so many old, untreated wounds it makes your heart ache) will be gone.

He'll be free of them all. The pain, the weakness, the insecurities and the memories. He'll finally be able to put all those hurts behind him and just live, free of the burdens his path forced upon him. Free to look forward to a future not overshadowed by the slow, inevitable breaking of his body.

Free of a future that sees him stripped of mobility and restful night by the time he's 30. If he even lives that long, damaged as he's been by the cruel hand of destiny.

It would be worth it. Just one moment of struggle. One final twist and ache of his bones as he fights against your hands and arms and full body grip, and then he'll be released from the bondage of everlasting degeneration. The agony of a body sacrified for the greater good.

Just one-

No. The thought is irrational and unfair to the man in question. It would also reveal your hand to the Chain, and you had no intention of putting yourself in that situation.

You'd learned your lesson. Even the kindest and most honorable of men can be brought low by the promise of life. The guarantee of no more brothers lost to the slow hand of time, and the knowledge that tomorrow will find you and all you love there to greet it.

Life is so precious. Who wouldn't be tempted to keep it forever by your side.

You envied Hyrule. For his strength and his cunning. For no shackles shall ever find his wrists, no tether will ever bind his arms and legs. No force on this plain of existence will ever break his spirit.

You are nothing like him. Not a hero. Not a fairy borne. Not a beloved brother of the many powerful men who came before him.

You are just yourself. Someone who got unlucky with their blessings.

You envied him, for your healing is nothing like his. It is slow and bone deep, poorly suited to the riggers of field wounds but inevitable in its power nonetheless.

In this world of fairies and potions and the blessing of Goddesses, the hand of death will not come in the blaze of battle. No. It will creep slow and steady into the very marrow of your bones. It will start with aches so deep no fairy light can reach them, with a cough so thin no potion can grasp it.

For many, death will not be by the sword, but by the bone deep memory of what it left behind.

If you could still the hand of fate, wouldn't you? Wouldn't they, whom fate has chosen so readily? Even if it cost just a sliver of thier humanity?

You never intended to find out if these men had it in them to pay that price. No need to tempt fate. Not with men like these, who live and die by such sacrifices.

The ear twitches in his sleep and so do your fingers, the shine of his ruffled hair like a siren's call to your eyes.

You suck in a sharp breath. The temptation flaring once more within you, pushing you forward like strong wind at your back. Calling you like the promise of cool water under the desert sun. Like the shelter of home as a thundering storm shakes the land.

It twitches again. The shine of hair.

'Fuck.'

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"He's messing with them again." Twilight grumbled, arms crossed as he levels his most unimpressed stare at the Vet's back.

Time chuckled, stretching along the log at his back and savoring the smooth roll of muscles and bones unhindered by pain or aches. He couldn't wait to bring you home to Malon and let you work your magic. His beloved wife had even planned out their sleeping arrangements to encourage your helpful nature.

"If Legend wants to drag this out, let him be. He's the only one suffering from it." He smiled then, more of a grin than anything. "And it's cute." The older man admitted impishly, leaning fully back against the log he'd been stretching over in a boneless sprawl.

Twilight wanted to say something back, but honestly couldn't deny any of it. Especially not when Legend rolled over and let his hand fall just inches from your bedroll. And your eyes widened and then narrowed, your mouth twisting into an obvious pout. How you whipped your back to him with a growl, hiding your face in the covers. Only to peek over your shoulder moments later to glare at the motionless hand with a single, leering eye.

Not when Warriors was hiding his face in Wind's sea-salt hair, trying to cover his amused grin and single cracked eye. Not with Wind's shoulders shaking with mirth, just barely hidden beneath Warrior's greater size.

Not with Hyrule smothering his laughter with both hands, back turned purposely to you so you wouldn't see. Not with Sky out like a light, breathing free and soft and unrestrained for the first time since they'd been forced onto this quest.

And not when Time looks so relaxed, spine arched freely like a man who'd not known the burden of the world pressing down on his shoulders. The effortless roll of his muscles a stark contrast to the painful twists of naught a week before.

"Fine." He eventually conceded, narrowing his eyes. "But if this keeps up for more than a week, game's over. They've not slept well in the last 3 days."

Time nodded, eye closing as he began to drift into a light, mediative doze. "Of course. We wouldn't want our shyest member to lose too much sleep over our brother's aches, now would we."

The heavily ringed finger twitched when you rolled back over to face Legend's back and began hesitantly reaching for it. You squawked at the unexpected movement and jerked back, hands flying to your mouth when you realized what you'd done.

Legend opened his eyes then, feigning sleepiness as he snapped. "What are you looking at, hah?"

You glared back. "Nothing!" Before turning your back to him once more and crossing your arms with an even deeper pout. Hunkering down in your covers.

Vet huffed, though an amused grin stole across his face the moment you looked away. "Weirdo." He snapped in a falsly waspish tone, his grin growing when you growled lowly under you breath.

Twilight looked at Time again. Frowning.

"Tomorrow. I'll talk to him." Time hummed in assurance, though he didn't bother to open his eye.

Twilight sighed again, and Time chuckled.

Near the fire, the shifting of covers, the reveal of a bare neck and another quiet gasp. The smothered giggles of Hyrule laying closest to them. The whisper of Warrior's trying to keep Wind from blowing their cover. Four returning from his watch, multi-colored eyes already rolling skyward with exasperation at the now very familiar sight.

'Yeah.' Twilight thought. 'You and me both.'

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Return to the shadows.

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Kate Bush (1958-) solo Songs: "Wuthering Heights," "Hammer Horror" Defeated Opponents: Jane Birkin, Eileen Barton, Big Mama Thornton, Roberta Flack, Diahann Carroll, Tina Turner Propaganda: "Utterly stunning, ridiculously talented pianist, kinda kooky lyricist, and singer with an incredible vocal range. Kate Bush is a genre of her own...Okay now to the hotness: Have you seen her? Those big eyes, the ridiculous cheekbones, her mobile and expressive mouth? Fashionwise she's got that ethereal pseudo Edwardian thing with long floaty dresses and big hair happening in her first few videos, and then BOOM! She slays in a metal bikini and chainmail. Amazing. 10/10. A++++." "The hair. The cheekbones. She's everything to me your honor."

Stevie Nicks (1948-) Fleetwood Mac - vocals Songs: "Rhiannon," "Sisters of the Moon" Defeated Opponents: Michelle Phillips, Sheila Guyse, Mary Wilson, Joyce Bryant, Josephine Baker, Joan Jett Propaganda: "Made her exes sing songs about their relationships on stage. Also have you SEEN the cover of Bella Donna" "One of the best voices in rock, a powerhouse performer and songwriter, told Lindsey Buckingham to suck it pretty much to his face, she simply IS the moment the icon the legend etc."

Visual Propaganda for Kate Bush:

Visual Propaganda for Stevie Nicks:

[laurentidal]

Don't Handle the Merchandise

Douglas walked into the store, passing the sign on the glass window that read "Look but don't touch!" Glass baubles hung everywhere in the shop. Jewelry sparkled in the display cases. Crystals sat on shelves. He smiled as he listened to a windchime jingle lightly at his passing.

"Welcome in," a warm voice said from further into the store. "Oh hey! It's you!"

Douglas's smile widened in greeting to the girl behind the far counter. Her name was Tiffany, which he knew well. She had come into his café a few days earlier. She had tipped well and the two had shared a brief conversation. She'd given her name. He'd given his. She smiled and he became utterly smitten by her. The freckles across her face. The pout of her lips. The intensity of her eyes. And yes, her full and wonderful curves. He'd stared at her shamelessly the whole time she'd sat with her friend that day. She never noticed.

He had been free to leave his shift for fifteen minutes before she stood to say goodbye to her friend. She waved goodbye to him as well. He slipped out from behind the counter to try and speak to her in his special way but she was outside too fast. And before he knew it, he was trailing her down the crowded street. Until she arrived here at the Crystal Window.

"Doug, right?"

She remembered his name. The honor surged through him.

"That's right! What are the odds. I guess we're even now."

She laughed lightly, leaning forward on the display case. "So what brings you in?"

"I've passed this place on my way to work so many times, I thought I'd stop in. What a wonderful surprise you make." She blushed lightly and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I wonder if you could tell me anything about that. Like what it is, for starters."

He was pointing at a confusing mess of string and glass that hung behind her. She turned and laughed again. "It's a mobile." She hesitated. "I think?"

"It's a mess," Doug said jokingly. "I mean look at it. All those shiny glass beads moving this way and that way. Around and through. You could look at it forever and never predict what it would do next."

Her head cocked to the side, slightly. It was tricky lulling someone into trance without being able to see their face. But Doug was confident that her attention was focused on the display.

"A single light wind would be enough to draw all your focus, sending glass spinning in every direction." He blew lightly passed her, causing her hair to move and the sculpture to begin to move. "Spinning around and around. Orbiting a hundred common centers until it doesn't look like it's orbiting anything at all. Chaos. Untethered. Fascinating. Isn't it fascinating, Tiffany?"

He saw her nod. Slowly. Drowsily.

"It's so easy to stare at it as it spins and twirls. See the way each bead catches the light. See the way each bead glimmers on and off. Each blinking and dancing. So much movement it makes you dizzy and sleepy."

She yawned widely. He leaned forward.

"Sleep, Tiffany," he whispered right in her ear. He head a soft sigh escape her lips and caught her from across the counter as she began to fall backwards. He slowly lowered her to the ground, allowing himself to run his hands along her every curve, before he went to the door and turned the closed sign around.

He spent some time deepening her trance - making her as suggestible as he could - before he delivered the suggestion he'd been working up to.

"Stand up and open your eyes, Tiffany." She obeyed. "You are not just the clerk at this shop anymore. You are also on display as an item for purchase. Do you understand?"

"I understand."

God, those vacant eyes… That far away voice…

"Tiffany, lead me back into the store room and undress. Inventory shouldn't be kept under-cover. It should be visible."

"Follow me…," she almost whispered as she turned and sleep walked through a door behind the counter. He pulled off her apron and her top. Her pants dropped. Her bra unhooked, and for the first time, Doug felt his eyes focus the way he made his conquests' eyes focus. Her breasts were perfect to him in every way. Finally, once she was naked, he reached forward and ran his hand across her chest.

She immediately recoiled.

"No sir," she said in a stern voice. "We have a very firm 'Look but don't touch' policy at this store. Items are fragile. Here. Let me handle them for you."

She lifted her full breasts with her hands, as if to show him how they worked. He sighed the longest most exasperated sigh he could muster.

"But if I buy, I can touch?" This hadn't gone the way he'd pictured it in his head.

"All you like."

"Okay then. Let's talk price."

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Jealousy/Empty: May 27 & 28 Prompts from @calaisreno

This latest chapter and the previous ones are here at ao3. ...............................................................................................

On only rare occasions did Mycroft Holmes’s body register qualms about a plan of action. Long ago he had decided not to second-guess well-studied plans at their point of execution; to do so was to invite potentially disastrous distractions, with the deployment of second guessing performing as does Hercules’s sword when it slashes at the neck of the mythical hydra, only for it to grow two more, and so on ad infinitum. The meeting about to take place that he had arranged by subterfuge is one of those rare occasions.

Watson’s visit the preceding week had been exceedingly unwelcome for a number of reasons, but mostly as it left him with having to decide how to resolve the dilemma it presented of his brother’s instruction that Dr. Watson was not to be given any indication that Sherlock had survived the fall from Bart’s roof. However, the stable door was no longer shut, and the horse had bolted.

After failing his brother in the Moriarty affair, Mycroft had felt honor-bound to accept Sherlock’s outline of his plans to go underground and undercover, after he had been summoned to the morgue by Miss Hooper. He had indeed acquiesced to Sherlock’s strategies at the launching of his mission; once a mission is underway, needs must as to corrections and improvisations that have to be made based on changed circumstances. Such was his conclusion.

In consequence, there was one matter that he had decided could no longer remain hidden. The remedy required summoning Watson, Mrs. Hudson, and Detective Inspector Lestrade. He refused to undergo the required machinations three times as a concession to his own disquiet about the matter. He had made a reservation for Watson to take Mrs. Hudson to tea at St. Ermin’s Hotel, and he had made an arrangement for the Detective Inspector to meet with one of his MI5 case officers off-site from their respective government offices at the Caxton Bar at the hotel. At the conclusion of these two events, preparations had been made to take all three of them through an underground tunnel that ran from the hotel to a secure location nearby, which held only three chairs and a table. It was now time for him to join them.

As he opens the door to the room, all three faces greet him – as he had expected – with various mixtures of surprise, resignation, resentment, and curiosity.

“I want to thank you all for being here,” he begins, with all three of them rolling their eyes. He grimaces, and continues, saying, “you will understand the need for secrecy directly.” He places in front of each of them a stapled stack of papers with a blank cover that contains only a series of numbers at the top right.

“I know from Dr. Watson that the three of you have divined that Sherlock is alive, and that he has been at work since his presumed death in espionage activities against the Moriarty enterprise. What you do not know is why, and I believe that, going forward, you must be read into that area of the case.”

“And what is it that we have come here to read?” Watson asks, his voice hard, with a challenging edge.

“My brother tossed his mobile on the roof before he fell. He had made such preparations as he could, expecting that the odds were that he would survive the fall, but he knew that there were substantial odds that he would not be successful. The public information about the mobile that was given was that it was empty of any relevant information. However, Sherlock had recorded the last conversation he had with Moriarty using the voice memo app on the mobile."

It is now Lestrade who speaks, his voice tinged with disbelief. “So what we have here is evidence that was withheld from the investigation.”

“Yes, Detective Inspector. On national security grounds. What I am going to share with you is, in fact, beyond your authorized levels. I have granted clearances for each of you for the next 20 minutes. My brother did not intend for you to learn of this conversation, so I have not brought the actual recording; to hear about this event in his own voice is – either through this means or directly – I believe, a decision for him alone. I cannot ask him for that permission, because Dr. Watson has told me that Sherlock is not to be told that you know the truth about his death. What you have before you is an unredacted written transcript of the conversation.”

“Mycroft Holmes!” Mrs. Hudson begins, addressing him with some asperity. “I am quite sure I do not know what to do with you!"

“For now, nothing. What is to be done immediately is for you to read the transcript, if that is your wish. You do not, of course, have to do so.”

He notes that all three look stunned; but there it is, there’s nothing that can be done to mitigate that circumstance. As difficult as reading through the record of Sherlock’s “last” conversation may be, they do all have each other, the closeness amongst them having become even more so over the last month of their shared investigations. He tamps down a flare of jealousy. They will be fine.

“I shall leave you to it then,” he says, with a slight bow. Taking one last glance at them as they each turn to the first page, he quits the room, softly closing the door behind him.

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[cyberwhumper]

The following transcript is excerpted from a classified report to the Board of Directors, Watchtower Security, LLC, by Dr. G. Mal, Head of Special Operations Research and Development, October 1, 20XX.

DR. MAL: After over a decade of preliminary development and rigorous testing, I am pleased to report that the successful V.09-P hybrid, working call sign ���Dog,” demonstrates exceptional promise. The V.09 is unique in that it is analog. Previous models employed digital teratek in order to maximize efficiency and limit weight, but Dog here…Dog came to us, shall we say, equipped to handle the demands of an analog reactor. And the reward we reap from that exchange is truly…unprecedented…power.

[DR. MAL PRESENTS HOLOFOOTAGE.]

The footage you are about to see was recovered by a Watchtower SAR team deployed to exfiltrate the asset after a supervised preliminary deployment in the [REDACTED] sector, in which the asset proved incredibly…effective.

TRANSCRIPT:

(Body camera footage of [REDACTED] Sector Demilitarized Zone. 3-5 operatives present in possession of unauthorized weaponry. The V.09 “Dog” Asset is visible at range, in offensive mode.)

SPEAKER 1: [inaudible] …fuck, what the fuck is that? [gunfire]

SPEAKER 2: Jesus Christ… [inaudible] …backdraft, we got a bogey, do you have visual?

SPEAKER 1: fuck.

SPEAKER 3: steady. it’s not… [gunfire]

SPEAKER 2 (overlapping): is that a fucking—

(Camera damaged. Corrupted recording continues from prone position.)

SPEAKER 2: cover! take cov— [inaudible]

(E/N: V.09 “Dog” initiates threat scanning protocol.)

SPEAKER 1: fuck. fuck, God, no, no—

(E/N: V.09 “Dog” initiates target lock and approaches assessed threat at speed.)

SPEAKER (?): [inaudible] [gunfire]

(Camera destroyed.)

END TRANSCRIPT.

DR. MAL: …clearly demonstrates limitless potential for our shareholders. Imagine…the artillery capacity of an armored vehicle, the mobility of infantry units, the lethality of a god, and the blind dedication of a well-trained animal…well, you just can’t simulate that, can you.

[Fic by the exceptionally talented @bxtterflystxtches , who I have the honor of collaborating with for this event. Please show him some love!]

[OC INDEX]

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[fanboundbooks]

Let's post another lovely fic I had the honor of binding for its author!

Angel with a Shotgun

By sillu | @silluuuu

This is a modern AU Soul Eater fic where Maka puts an ad on Craigslist to get a fake boyfriend and I'm sure you know where this is going...

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ I had so much fun incorporating all the phone and tech elements into the story.

As you might expect Craigslist played a central role so I made the cover page look like the CL main search page for the city the story the story is located in with the author's name appearing where the CL name typically would be. The scene break icon is modeled after the CL peace sign. I also used this for the image on the front of the cover and the light purple/white cloth for the cover is Duo cloth which I also chose to try to recall the soft purple of the semi transparent CL name in the ad.

I researched and worked to recreate what a mobile Craigslist ad looks like to put it in the body of the typeset and I am really happy with the way it turned out! Many little boxes all needing to work together.

I used an iPhone message creator to create all the text messages. (My favorite bit of that was leaving just a smidge of the last text above the ones that were currently showing to help make it feel like looking at a phone)

Except for the text from Blake right when Soul looks at the ad. I wanted to show it was intruding on him still looking at the ad so I hand modeled that one to look like a pop up notification appearing over the ad.

The Instagram post! Had to make an icon for the bar that was posting as well as design the post as well. I tried using a fake Instagram post maker but it wasn't working well so I just built that one in the typeset as well.

Chapter and book titles are Trader Joes inspired as there is a scene there that get called back to later one. There is a brief use of the iphone notes app so had to create that as well.

The end pages are some I marbled back in April at the Renegade Retreat as well as some shiny purple added to the inside so the painty fingerprints on the backs of the marbled don't show through.

Back cover image is a wing in monochrome and represents a tattoo in the story.

So many new fun things to try with this book!

[hemipenal-system]

in honor of a hoiiday where everyone eats a shitload of food

i've had a fantasy for a long time about like some kind of dragon feeding show. like a bunch of people come sit in an amphitheater to watch a dragon eat a lá what they do at zoos with dolphins n shit

there's just this massive fuckoff dragon sprawled out in the center of the stage, sleeping peacefully until it gets woken up at the beginning of the show by its handler, who proceeds to introduce it to the audience and talk about dragons and what they eat and stuff that happens at every show like this. everyone just wants to skip to the bit where it devours a goat or something.

so the handler gets everyone really pumped for this, and everyone's screaming and cheering bc spectacle and all that. and then she just leaves the stage. stage crew in heavy fireproof bite suits wheel out these weird tall objects covered in black cloth and get them set up, then whisk the covers off to reveal people.

they're long clear tubes, likely plexiglass, and metal frames. there are three or four, and each one contains a human wearing nothing except a cute little gag. between that and the plexiglass, the audience can see them writhing around in their containment, likely begging for help, but can't hear them, and oh that's why this show was 18+ we were wondering about that

the handler comes back and explains to the audience that because dragons are used to working for their prey, for demonstrations like this they have to eat from elaborate puzzle feeders, which is what the audience is looking at. each feeder has a slightly different solution to prevent boredom. and before you ask, they'll be fine. they signed extensive waivers. legally, we're not responsible for them not reading them. (they were wondering about the wording they got from the ushers about the "inside-the-scenes tour." by the time they figured it out, it was too late)

by this point, the dragon is well aware what's happening, and it's hungry. it's being offered three delicious courses, which it gets to eat in front of an audience that's incredibly eager to see this. the thick chains attaching it to the stage give it plenty of mobility, so it sidles up to the first feeder, lazily prodding its nose at it.

the feeder spins over, dumping the human out the open top and onto the stage. the meal tries to stand up and run, but the dragon's on him before he can get to his feet, jaws locked around his waist as he's swallowed whole, the audience wincing at it.

the second puzzle feeder doesn't spin in the middle, but it tilts at the bottom. the dragon takes the tube in its claws, leaning backward to tilt it back enough it can reach into the tube to get the treat inside. it gets a good angle, dipping its muzzle as far inside as it'll fit.

now that the top's open, the audience can hear the crying and begging for just a split second before the dragon's teeth close around her shoulders, lifting her bodily out and holding her up, head tilted back so the audience can see the way its throat ripples as it pulls her down as well.

all the while, of course, the handler is explaining what's going on in the dragon's head, how this benefits it, stuff like that. the audience is a curious mix of rapt and horrified. two people have been eaten alive and a third is about to be, and she just. doesn't care.

the third feeder doesn't rock or tilt, and it has a complicated lock that can only open from the inside. this one's the most fun to watch. the dragon rears onto its hind legs, spreading its wings and roaring, shooting a burst of flame into the air, to momentous applause. the handler has to stifle a smile. she knows how much it loves showing off for the audience.

grabbing at the top of the tube for stability, it looks down, carefully inspecting the feeder. it's smart enough to figure out this lock, and it has before, but the handler changes it just slightly every time. it snarls quietly, frustrated, and it's the loudest sound in the auditorium.

the human inside is terrified. she's just watched two other people go into the dragon, and she's about to be next. she can't run or scream for help, and no one who could hear her would help her anyway. when the dragon snarls, she starts openly sobbing.

opening its mouth, it dips its tongue into the slits at the top of the feeder, carefully moving around the metal bars and knobs that comprise the elaborate lock. each movement with its tongue drips more saliva onto her body as it plays with the mechanism right over her head, the bends in the tongue occasionally slapping across her face or curling over an ear. each time it touches her, she gets more scared, and the dragon relishes that.

the occasional brushes turn into curious licks, which become prodding kisses as the audience finds out what that metal ring in her mouth is for. they can see her throat bulging and turning through the glass, the dragon purring as it takes its time, putting on a show. as it kisses her, the body of its tongue keeps working on the lock while the tip ravages her throat.

when it releases her, she gasps for air as the tongue curls down her back and between her legs. it suddenly lifts up, carrying the unfortunate morsel into the dragon's jaws so suddenly she only has time for one last cheesy, bloodcurdling scream. its teeth close around her feet and it snaps her up quickly.

the handler asks if they want to see one more trick, and is met with thunderous cheering. she cues the dragon, and it spreads its wings, leaping into the air and holding itself there as it surveys the audience, chains rattling with each pulse of motion.

she tells it to come back down, and it doesn’t listen. it’s giving her a weird look. she tells it again and it doesn’t move, except to lick its chops and snarl. she tells it one more time, and this time it does.

this feeding’s not like the others. it swoops down at her, grabbing her in its teeth, and bites down hard. blood goes everywhere. people are screaming. this wasn’t supposed to happen. she said at the beginning there was a risk to working with these creatures. maybe she was right. they can hear her muffled screams from inside its mouth as it begins to chew ponderously, the panicked cries lasting an uncomfortable amount of time before going silent.

the dragon lays down, closing its eyes, almost appearing like it’s going back to sleep until its wings open vertically, blocking off a sizeable amount of the stage. there’s a pause, then they snap back, revealing the handler, alive and well, gesturing to the audience.

✨ta-da!✨

[lets-talk-gundam]

The GF13-017NJ Shining Gundam

Love, honor, sacrifice, revenge, and a whole lot of destruction!

Let's get things started!

Gundam fight, all set!

Ready...

Go!

In the Future Century, war is widely considered a thing of the past. Earth's space colonies settle their differences every four years in the ring, using hulking battle-machines called Mobile Fighters. A long-held tradition between the colonies, the Gundam Fight has encouraged the development of many unique and powerful machines.

During the 12th Gundam Fight in FC 56, Neo-Japan deployed a Gundam whose name and designation remain unknown. The machine was piloted by Ulube Ishikawa. Despite making it to the finals, Ulube's Gundam was defeated by "The Undefeated of the East", Master Asia, representing Neo Hong Kong in the Kowloon Gundam.

Further development and refinement of the machine by Neo Japan's Dr. Mikamura would go down two paths.

One of these paths would lead to the first of two machines used by Domon Kasshu to represent Neo-Japan in the 13th Gundam Fight. The GF13-017NJ Shining Gundam.

Designed with a focus on speed and mobility, the Shining Gundam is a terror at close-range. The machine featured a system with which its performance could be increased exponentially, enabling the use of more powerful techniques by its pilot. The machine also drew power from the emotions of its operator, channeling them into attacks to devastating effect.

Like most Mobile Fighters, the Shining Gundam was operated via the Mobile Trace system, a system through which the pilot's physical movements would directly operate the machine.

Notably, another variant of the Shining Gundam was developed. This "Urban Combat Type" featured an alternate color scheme.

I won't be covering the God Gundam here. I think it deserves a piece of its own sometime down the line.

The following information comes from the manga Super-Class! Mobile Fighter G Gundam. Its events do not line up with the events of the anime Mobile Fighter G Gundam.

The Shining Gundam was also refined into the JMF1337SD Shading Gundam, a fully-automated machine based on spare parts for the original. The machine was piloted by its "Data-Kyoji" system, which could learn and grow in response to its experiences. It was also capable of using the techniques of Domon Kasshu, having been specifically developed to combat him.

Having been sent to Earth under orders from the Neo-Japan Gundam Fight Committee chairman, Karato, the machine was intended to cripple Domon following his unsatisfactory performance early in the tournament. The Data-Kyoji was then to be installed in the Shining Gundam, keeping Domon on board for authentication with the machine interface.

The machine was unable to make use of Super Mode, as it lacked the ability to channel the intense emotions required to attain the state.

The GF13-017NJ Shining Gundam was originally designed by Kunio Okawara for the 1994 anime Mobile Fighter G Gundam.

This machine was a request! Requests are always welcome!

[mitsua]

👾°•| 𝔏𝔢𝔳𝔦𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 visiting MC's house at the human world.

Warnings: none Genre: fluff

Series: Obey me! SWD? Words' count: 0.54k

MC's . . . GN!

We all know Leviathan can't really live without technology anymore, without having some sort of device in his hands or checking the time on his cellphone every 5 minutes.

So, as his bad habit, even when you've just asked him if he wanted to go to your human world's house, he, asides of being shocked, had to be prepared for everything, and that meant getting some mobile console and his cellphone, of course.

When inviting him in, being a scared mess, he makes himself as comfortable as his shynness allows him to.

You went for some snacks in the kitchen, leaving him at the living room.

His only peace source at this moment was his phone. He wanted to scream at how honored he felt being at your house at this moment. He wanted and needed to get a photo and maybe or not publish it on devilgram to feel satisfied by the thought of his brothers' jealousy by not being there.

But, naturally, to get into Devilgram, he needed Wifi.

This only helped to increase his nervousness and anxiety. Not being able to bring up the question all of a sudden by only being 5 minutes on your house without it sounding mean.

But after 2 hours, snacks, and you by his side talking so casually and comfortably as you've always done; he felt a little bit more confident and had finally came up with a good excuse to ask for your Wifi.

"MC, can I have your Wifi, please? I wanted to show you about this new game that just came out and may be sold here in the human world."

You agreed, getting closer to him on the couch to watch his phone screen lighting up with many Wifi's names of the houses around yours.

Levi started sweating a little and you noticed the phone shaking slightly, but not minding it too much, you touched your Wifi's name and it instantly asked for the password.

Now it was your moment of getting a little embarrassed.

Ever since you've known the brothers, you've been changing some little things on your human house (when they've let you come on your own), and maybe or not, you've changed your Wifi password too.

To one of the brothers' name.

What were you thinking that day? that he'd absolutely ask for your Wifi whenever he came to your house for the first time because he could only survive this world with the magic of the internet.

Levi felt how you backed a little into the couch and turned to look at his right side, where you were, but didn't ask for anything thinking you'd rader type the password secretly, getting a little sad you wouldn't confide him that information.

"It's Leviathan, with a 3 instead of the e and capital L."

You said, covering your face in embarrassment and not wanting to look at him anymore.

Surprisingly, he wrote as you said without any other reaction than happiness (because you just told him you security password!).

It was only when he double checked he wrote as you said that it hit him what the hell did he just wrote.

Now you were both red, Leviathan began babbling, getting all nervous and cute.

All writings' rights reserved © 2023 Mitsua. (Credit to the respective owners of the pictures and tagged anime character.) ⌇ my navigation!

[boinkingbattlemechs]

Stone Rhino

The Stone Rhino was one of the most remarkable surprises sprung upon the Inner Sphere by the invading Clans. The Inner Sphere code-named the 'Mech Behemoth. It was apparently derived from the Matar, which was also known as "Amaris' Folly".

Developed during the Golden Century as somewhat of a passion project, the Scientist Caste of Clan Smoke Jaguar sought to prove the superiority of the Clans by turning the flawed Matar into a successful design to achieve what the Inner Sphere could not. The resulting 'Mech was christened the Stone Rhino in honor of the nearly indestructible beast native to Eden. Mainly seen in the Clan Smoke Jaguar touman, scattered examples of the Stone Rhino do appear in other Clans even though it was produced in somewhat limited numbers. Because of these low production numbers, most Stone Rhinos in existence are ancient machines with long and storied histories of their combat actions and their quirks in the hangar.

Following the fall of the Smoke Jaguars, Clan Goliath Scorpion's need for new machines to defend their captured Jaguar holdings led them to revisit the Matar's original design specs. They rapidly developed a visually different and powerful "new" 'Mech that was immediately put into production on Tokasha while still using the Stone Rhino name. However, the Scorpions would soon need to scramble to establish new production elsewhere after Clan Hell's Horses captured their Tokasha holdings. This allowed the Horses to produce new variants, and the Horses ultimately established a production line for the 'Mech on Csesztreg following their ejection from the Clan Homeworlds.

Though visually resembling the Matar, the Stone Rhino is ten tons lighter than "Amaris' Folly", marking it an assault-class 'Mech instead of a superheavy design. Despite the reduced weight it achieves a roughly similar damage output through superior Clan weaponry. The design features a Kolibri Delta Series Large Pulse Laser in each arm, a Thunderstroke Series 2B Gauss rifle mounted in each side torso, and an almost superfluous Chi Series Small Pulse Laser located near the cockpit. The Stone Rhino also sports an interesting feature; each arm contains a retractable, shock-absorbing cowl covering the weapon barrels. This allows MechWarriors to use the arms as battering rams without damaging the weaponry.

Similar to its progenitor, the Stone Rhino is a fairly slow design with the addition of Jump Jets barely mitigating the mobility issues over short distances. Eighteen tons of armor provides reasonable protection until the 'Mech becomes a target of priority. Thus, despite bringing awesome firepower to the battlefield, these machines often cannot be used effectively by field commanders because they ultimately cannot afford to lose one.

[billboard-hotties-tourney]

Kate Bush (1958-) solo Songs: "Wuthering Heights," "Hammer Horror" Defeated Opponents: Jane Birkin, Eileen Barton Propaganda: "Utterly stunning, ridiculously talented pianist, kinda kooky lyricist, and singer with an incredible vocal range. Kate Bush is a genre of her own...Okay now to the hotness: Have you seen her? Those big eyes, the ridiculous cheekbones, her mobile and expressive mouth? Fashionwise she's got that ethereal pseudo Edwardian thing with long floaty dresses and big hair happening in her first few videos, and then BOOM! She slays in a metal bikini and chainmail. Amazing. 10/10. A++++." "The hair. The cheekbones. She's everything to me your honor."

Big Mama Thornton (1926-1984) solo Songs: "Hound Dog," "Ball and Chain" Defeated Opponents: Yvonne Elliman, Bobbie Gentry Propaganda: "known for her swagger and larger-than-life presence, big mama thornton was a blues and r&b singer, songwriter and multi-instrumentalist who was a key figure in the lineage of rock & roll. a self-taught musician, she started touring as a teenager and was quickly dubbed "the new bessie smith". to quote the rock & roll hall of fame: "Thornton’s live performances were legendary. Standing just as tall – if not towering over – the men with whom she shared the stage, Thornton not only sang harder than her male contemporaries, she reportedly also outperformed and outdrank them nightly." inspired by seeing her perform, songwriting duo jerry lieber and mike stoller wrote "hound dog" for her which became a hit, topping the r&b charts for seven weeks and selling over half a million copies (three years later it became an even bigger hit for some guy named elvis). she also wrote the song "ball and chain" which janis joplin covered and popularized in the 60s."

Visual Propaganda for Kate Bush:

Visual Propaganda for Big Mama Thornton:

[solradguy]

Lore server found out about a GG Judgment pre-order bonus UMD today, Guilty Gear Fragment. UMDs were the disc format PSPs used.

Judgment's back cover on the left, Fragment's on the right. This was a pre-order bonus exclusive to Japan

Here's what the black box on Sol says: Special UMD Contents:

How GG Judgment was made

Bonus episode of the web radio series (probably GG Radio, which was like BB Radio)

GGXXSlash Gatocon (ガトコン?) movie collection (when I do searches for this, a bunch of garage kits and video game footage comes up, so Gatocon may have been a GK/VG hobbist convention)

GG Judgment promo video (probably a TV advert that had aired for it)

Promotional videos for confidential/secret titles, etc. (it says "etc," I'm not leaving out text)

The text at the bottom of the package is about a "Guilty Gear Club" that was exclusive to the "i-mode service." This was a mobile phone internet service exclusive to Japan, and sounds like it was similar to the AW-Net service Isuka cabinets used. I did a writeup on AW-Net cards a while ago but I can't find the post for it now... You plugged your card ID into the mobile service, put the card into the physical arcade cabinet, and then when you were done you connected to the mobile service and it would track your stats on a leaderboard alongside some other goodies.

Thanks for @robotsafari and @nepnepian for finding out about Fragment!! There isn't a page on the GG wiki for Fragment, so if someone wants to have the honor of making a brand spankin new wiki page...

Here's a better image of the Fragment back cover:

[illarian-rambling]

Character Introduction: Mashal, lucky number six

For a moment, Mashal wondered if a brief spring rain had passed overhead, turning the leaf litter glistening and wet. It wasn’t until the light from his eyes hit the shimmering ground that he realized all the moisture was red.

Strewn about in a fiendish halo were the remains of the two bandits. A hand here, a face there—less than mincemeat, really. He could see a leg crushed in the exact approximation of his jointed grip. Mashal felt as if vomit should have been flooding his mouth, but his only reaction was the faint whir of gears. Guts dripped from the trees…. Iron in his mouth….

“Mashal!”

The robot whirled toward the sound of Astra’s voice, heady and rich even when strained by terror. There was a prickling pressure around his eyes, though he didn’t know why.

“I–” He paused, trying to wipe the dirt from where it clogged his vocal output, but the joints of his hands were caked in a slurry of bone and gristle, trapping them in closed fists. That cold was back now, trapping him in its suffocating embrace. “I’m over here!”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Mashal regretted them. He was dangerous! He could still feel that icy voice slavering away in the back of his mind. Kill her, run, hide, anything, do whatever it takes!

Yet, words could not be unsaid. Faint it might have been, but Astra picked up on his voice and soon the witch pushed her way into the glade-turned-abattoir. Her piebald face was shadowed with fear and speckled with a bloody constellation of its own. It was her eyes though, that made Mashal take a step back, that made his excuse for a heart crumple in like tin foil. Because reflected in them was a shining devil, bathed in gore. Riveted and rusting, like some mechanical horror that had torn its way out of a man’s skin.

The sensation crept back in—the ice, the pain. I shouldn’t be feeling pain. The acid-needle ache in his arms and legs, his everything. It wasn’t a malfunction. Nothing ever is, ever was. Mashal felt sick as he looked down at his trapped hand. Hands that couldn’t be his.

No, no, the sensation was worse, so much worse. It was a memory.

So, I'm going to do this introduction a little backwards. Mashal's backstory contains some pretty big spoilers for the whole of Mystery of the Mortal God. Feel free to keep reading if you don't mind things like that, but you've been warned. The backstory will be at the very end.

I'll start with his personality. Mashal has no memories beyond waking up in Astra's wagon, so many of his quirks and habits are a mystery to him. He's a kindly, honorable man, with a strong sense of what's right and wrong, and a desire to protect people. Yet, he's not brash in the slightest. He's soft-spoken and appreciates even the smallest beauties in life. Probably, this is connected to his stellar artistic abilities. He enjoys listening to stories, hoping to one day be able to tell stories of his own.

Darker things lurk in his mind as well. It frightens him, how paranoid he can sometimes be around magic and its practitioners. It can also be alarming how certain he is in his morality. Mashal makes decisions based on what he knows to be right, sometimes to the detriment of those around him, especially when he doesn't understand the whole situation.

As for what he looks like, Mashal is a human-shaped robot standing at a towering 6'10". His face has some basic mobility (he can move his eyebrows, eyelids, and the corners of his mouth) but nothing special. His plating is bronze with steel underneath, and his eyes glow white. He wears loose-fitting, highly concealing clothes and a bandana over his head. These are usually patched, because he tears clothes easily. He covers as much bronze as he can due to a strange sort of robotic body dysmorphia.

Fun facts now!:

He's great with animals, especially horses, though no horse could support his weight for riding.

Graphite is his preferred medium, and landscapes are his preferred subject for art.

Despite his anxiety around it, Mashal is actually getting pretty good at picking up runes and mechanics.

He speaks Skysheerian Elvish and has no idea why.

He hates the rain because he's scared of rust and frightened of the sea because he knows he'll sink to the bottom with no way to get back up.

He has a bit of a stutter when he's nervous and his voice tends to go a little static-filled.

He's very curious about Unitian-made robots who were raised around other robots.

His hypothetical favorite food is honey. He just likes the way it looks.

He once scratched the paint job on Astra's wagon, painted it back in the night, and never told her. This is the one time he's ever lied to her and he feels terrible about it.

He teaches Mercher's Day (a fat tortoiseshell cat) tricks when Astra is asleep.

Now's where we get into the meat of things. Spoilers will follow.

Sir Mashal Darezsho was born in the Sulu'Okan city of Bouerco as the second son of the noble Darezsho line. With his older brother taking care of the whole heir thing, young Sir Darezsho was allowed to do as he pleased. Most thought he would go the path of the scholar due to his modest sorcerous talent, however, the young man was enraptured by the sword from the moment he was allowed to hold one. When he was sixteen, he enrolled in officer training for the Sulu'Okan army, the fiercest fighting force within the Republic's grander military. When he was twenty, he was knighted by High Lady Zuli N'Jogu herself.

Sir Darezsho served his people by protecting the roads between Sulu'Oku and Skolan with both sword and sorcery. The borderlands is a crime-ridden area, so he had his work cut out for him between bandits and selkie raiders. Thanks to the efforts of him and his company of fellow knights though, the borderlands became a marginally safer place to travel through. He ensured that they all upheld the Sulu'Okan military code of honor to the utmost degree.

Things changed with Sir Darezsho when he accepted a small assignment in the border town of Bekridge. An alchemical distillery had been experiencing a string of thefts and wanted someone to investigate. Thinking the job would involve scaring off a petty thief at most, Sir Darezsho went to stake the place out alone. This mistake would cost him his life.

That night, a door appeared from thin air and a figure stepped out, a half-moon grin glowing from under a shadowed cowl. Sir Darezsho tried to fight, but he was no match for the powerful sorcerer. Vermir spirited him away into her demiplane. And there was where Sir Darezsho died.

Mashal wakes up some time after this. All he knows is his name and that he is lost. And that his metal body feels so terrible cold. He just wishes he knew why....

Hope you all enjoy my sweetheart robot! Lmk if you have any questions. Next up will be blueboy, Ivander Montane!

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I've been thinking about some stuff for a while.(It's not an org idea. Sorry if there are spelling mistakes)

While the Na'vi as depicted in the movie Avatar primarily inhabit the lush forests of Pandora (The Omaticaya) or at the reef (The Metkayina), it's entirely plausible that other ecological variations of the Na'vi could exist, such as desert or artic Na'vi. Here's a brief description of how these variations might be:

Desert Na'vi

- Physiology: The Desert Na'vi would likely have adaptations suited for arid environments, such as lighter skin to reflect sunlight and conserve water, possibly smaller stature slightly shorter and more slender bodies to reduce heat retention, and perhaps more elongated limbs to dissipate heat efficiently.

-Adaptations: Their respiratory and circulatory systems might be optimized for conserving moisture, and they could have specialized glands to extract water from desert plants.

- Cultural Traits: They might have developed nomadic lifestyles, following seasonal water sources and migrating with herds of desert creatures. Their settlements could be mobile, constructed from lightweight materials and easily assembled and disassembled.

Artic Na'vi

The Arctic Na'vi are a distinct subgroup of the Na'vi species adapted to the harsh and frigid environments of Pandora's polar regions. Unlike their jungle-dwelling counterparts, the Arctic Na'vi have evolved unique physiological and cultural characteristics to thrive in their icy habitat.

Physiologically, Arctic Na'vi possess thicker fur covering their bodies, providing insulation against the biting cold. Their skin may also be darker to absorb more sunlight and retain heat. Their eyes are adapted to low light conditions, enabling them to navigate the dim polar landscape effectively. Additionally, Arctic Na'vi have broader feet equipped with thick pads to traverse the snow and ice with ease.

Culturally, Arctic Na'vi communities are often smaller and more closely-knit due to the challenges of survival in their harsh environment. They have developed specialized hunting techniques to capture elusive Arctic prey such as ice seals and tusked glacier boars. The Arctic Na'vi are skilled craftsmen, utilizing materials such as ice and bone to create tools, weapons, and structures suited to their environment.

Spiritually, the Arctic Na'vi have a deep connection to the ice and snow, viewing them as essential elements of their existence. They hold ceremonies to honor the spirits of the frozen landscape and seek guidance from them in times of need. The Northern Lights, known to the Arctic Na'vi as "Eywa's Veil," hold particular significance, believed to be a manifestation of Eywa's presence watching over them. Despite the challenges posed by their environment, the Arctic Na'vi have thrived through their resilience, resourcefulness, and deep bond with Pandora's natural world.

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Facts on the Remnant Knights legion

All the marines have Dark-Blue eyes, even if they had a different eye color before the operation, it eventually Turns Dark-Blue like Jaune's

The Paladins, Remnant Knight Honor guard, are made up entirely of Terran Born Marines. Due to their veteran status and combat Knowledge.

Terran Born Remnant Knights are revered by Remnant Born Astartes

The Remnant Knights have a penal squad, Oathbreakers, those that broke not only the Oath of their legion but were responsible for both Civilian and Remnant Knights deaths.

Oathbreakers wear blood red gauntlets to signify the blood on their hands, along with single slash mark across the helmet and shoulder pauldron that carries the Legion symbol, done personally by Jaune himself with Crocea Mors. Symbolizing they've been "Cut off" from the main Legion and Primarch. They also lose their rank.

Oathbreakers do not interact with the main legion, they have their separate space designated for them only.

Oathbreakers can redeem themselves, though to do must be something extraordinary brave that goes above and beyond their duty as an Astartes. Once redeemed, they repair the slashes with gold and are allowed to wash away the "blood" from their hands. Their former rank is restored and may even be given a much higher rank as well due to their actions that redeemed them.

Paladins do not wear terminator armor like other Legion Honor guard do, while they value the protection and firepower they offer, they don't like how limited in mobility they are. As such, only a handful wear Terminator armor, the rest wear highly decorated regular power armor.

Remnant Knights interact regularly with the Citizens of Remnant, this is so they don't develop a superiority complex like other marines Have in other legions. To value the human lives they are sworn to protect

To Remnant Knights, it is highly dishonorable to seek one's own glory in battle, espcially lone wolf style glory. Those that do it tend to be the ones that end up as OathBreakers or seen as irresponsible.

This does not mean those that do it are punished if they are forced into such a position, for instance a Remnant Knight who stays behind to cover his battle brothers retreat, one who realizes that a battle line needs to be broken, civilians are in endanger etc. It's only if they purposely do so despite other ways of presenting itself.

Jaune has banned his legion from looting riches from worlds they conquer. Despite pleas from high nobles on Remnant such things would benefit Remnant.

Jaune has no trust in the high nobility of Remnant, as such they are under constant surveillance.

This is mostly cause of personal experience with the Imperium Nobility and how they act. Espcially when one inquired about Pyrrha, not knowing she was his wife.

Remnant Knights do interact with their families, many even becoming heads of said families.

Pyrrha's role within the Legion is highly scrutinized the upper elites within the Imperium as no one of her caliber should hold that much power that is exclusively reserved for the Primarch.

Her "matriarch" status has started a cult or two that jaune has had to snuff out.