#mea au

[persephoneggsy]

I’ll probably ink + color this later, but for now I just wanted to get this AU idea out there. A Mass Effect Andromeda x Dragon Age AU, because of course.

EDIT: complete!

Details below!

Featuring, from left to right:

Marian Hawke:

Having come to Andromeda with her younger siblings in hopes of starting a new life after their parents died, Marian was initially a part of the Nexus’s security team. She was trained as a powerful biotic as well as a skilled medic. After the Andromeda Initiative proved incompetent (at least, in her eyes), she grabbed her siblings and joined the other exiles on Kadara Port.

The Hawke family soon established themselves as a trio of talented mercenaries and smugglers, and found more success on their own than they ever would’ve had they stayed with the Initiative.

At least, that’s what Marian figured. Her view on the Initiative begins to change when she crosses paths with the human Pathfinder…

Sebastian Vael:

As the grandson of one of the first humans to go through a mass relay and explore beyond their solar system, Sebastian always dreamed of following in his grandfather’s footsteps. Following a troubled youth, he got back on track with his dream when he joined the Alliance and rose through the ranks, eventually earning the coveted N7 designation and the praise of his superiors. His military career drew the attention of an Andromeda Initiative recruiter, who came to him with the opportunity of a lifetime.

Sebastian eagerly accepted her proposal, though many raised an eyebrow at such a young man being named Pathfinder. He was determined to prove his worth, and to many, he earned that respect as he rose to every challenge Andromeda threw at him.

Still, there are many who continue to scoff at his youth, and yet more disagree with his decisions. It doesn’t help that there’s a rumor flying about that claims Sebastian has become romantically involved with the infamous exile and smuggler, Marian Hawke.

Hildegarde Trevelyan:

Hildegarde’s entire family joined the Initiative, and she wound up getting swept along with them. That isn’t to say she doesn’t believe in the Initiative’s mission, but she was hesitant at the prospect of never returning to her home galaxy.

Her anxiety was calmed somewhat when she learned that a childhood friend of hers was going to be their Pathfinder, and that he’d asked for her specifically due to her background as a xenoanthropologist — someone who studies other alien cultures would surely be an asset in a new, uncharted galaxy. And because she’s a trained biotic, she was put on Sebastian’s ground team.

Hildegarde flourishes in the new galaxy, finding a confidence and sense of self-worth that had eluded her back in the Milky Way. And it’s with this newfound confidence that she decides a pursue a relationship with Cullen, a Nexus militia fighter who joined their team after their arrival.

Cullen Rutherford:

A model Alliance soldier, Cullen opted to join the Andromeda Initiative after he became enamored with the idea of pioneering a new era of space exploration. However, while that’s partially true, the main reason he joined the Initiative was for a new beginning; a mission gone horribly wrong back in the Milky Way left him the sole survivor of his unit, and he was traumatized as a result. While he was eventually declared fit for duty, he found it difficult to focus when nearly everything reminded him of those awful days.

Going to Andromeda got him away from those reminders, while still giving him the chance to do something good. He joined the Nexus’s security division, briefly met Marian while there, and fought on the Initiative’s side during the rebellion, though his faith in the Initiative had begun to waver.

With the arrival of the human Pathfinder and an ark, however, he found a renewed sense of purpose, asking to be placed on the Pathfinder’s crew. Sebastian welcomed him to the team, and Cullen found himself growing unexpectedly close to their resident xenoanthropologist, Hildegarde.

[asimp4bee]

Meabee in different AUs | part. 2 ✨

Reverse🔀 (Bots are humans n humans are bots)

Venom👽🖤

Royals👑

Part 1!

[junespriince]

Hey, you have my face! Au (body switch au)

Roy: so, how does it feel to be in walls body?

Dick: if I looked like this every day I would be so narcissistic, my bedroom would be filled with mirrors.

Roy: and you Wally, how does it feel to be in Dick's body?

Wally: I have pretty privileges now, but damn his family need him way too much can't breathe without someone needing someone, I was an only child for so long it's weird!

Roy: plan on telling the league about this?

Wally and Dick, laugh: nope!

Dick: if Bruce the greatest detective in the world as he claims he'll figure it out.

Wally: besides Iris already figured us out and is enjoying the fun so why spoil it so soon?

Donna: this is gonna be a mess.

Wally: I love it messy though.

Donna: of course you do.

Wally: before I have to leave, baby how was Kyle.

Dick: was so scared of me being nice to him. Have it recorded, obviously.

Wally: god, I love you.

[blueberri-blu]

Ch.4 Mea Vita ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡

[rise]Future!Donnie x Future!Reader & Donnie x Reader (Post Krang Invasion)

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, gore, injuries, may add more

Please heed the warnings

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Previously...

You two were interrupted, however, by a loud crash, and Older Leo yelling for Older Donnie. "Stay Here, please" he whispered.

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Back home, your Donnie was, obviously, panicking.

You were in an alternate universe, supposedly helping other, future him, save their family, because he had lost you.

Sure, he had thought of the possibility of you dying before him, of course he had. That's why he tracked your vitals, your location, and checked for any injuries through your steel grade titanium watch, similar to his.

But it becoming an actual alternate reality?

It was just... Too much for Donnie.

Of course he wouldn't have had any motivation, why would he? When the love of his life, no, his life, was gone?

And How did you die? Did you die in front of him? Did you bleed out? Were you captured by the Krang? Were you just lost?

All Donnie could think about was What Happened?

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While you obeyed Older Donnie's plea, you thought of just that. Well, not exactly, more so how your Donnie was holding up. You had already been here for 4 days. You and Donnie hadn't gone so long without contact.

You were rudely pulled out of your thoughts by Older Leo grabbing you and running.

"Hey Leonardo!! What The Fuck!!"

"please, y/n, calm down, we need to leave, now"

"and go where?? We are literally 100 meters from the base??"

"you really think we only had 1 base?"

"and what about Donnie?"

"he's just getting some of his things and he'll meet us there!"

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The new base seemed even bigger, almost as if the one you were at was the backup.

That's when you say Older Mikey again, he greeted you just as excitedly as last time. And he wasn't busy enough to keep him from showing you around this time.

You two walked up to the Med Bay area, and you saw Older Donnie, he wasn't extremely injured, but it was still debilitating.

"Donnie! Hey, are you ok? How're you feeling?" Your soft voice caught Older Donnie's attention, distracting him from his conversation with Older Leo.

"Hello dove, thank you for actually listening to me, *amused chuckle* you always were very stubborn, but I suppose you also knew when things were serious."

His gaze upon you felt... Different.

Even though he was from a different universe, from a simple look, you knew.

You knew he was reading you like a book, as if he had known you for ages, like you were old friends.

Though you suppose that's technically true.

Thankfully his injury only needed stitches, but he was still advised to lay low and to take a break.

Compared to when you had first met, he was a lot more relaxed. However, you couldn't tell if it was him getting used to your presence, or the drugs Older Leo had given him for the pain.

Either way, you made great company for him while he rested. As Older Donnie had previously pointed out, you were stubborn, and took Older Leos instruction to heart. You would barely let Older Donnie get up to use the bathroom, definitely not letting him go to his newly set up lab to work.

It was strange. Older Donnie asked you about problems your Donnie didn't know about yet, and hed accidently talk about memories your Donnie and you hadn't made yet.

Tonight was no different, soft talks, light laughter, and nostalgia. You were helping him get into his bed, and that's when you caught a glimpse of it again. The necklace with the 2 beautiful bands on it.

Your hands betrayed you, and reached out to gently take them between your fingers. Older Donnie froze, then snatched them out of your grasp.

You and Older Donnie just sat there, frozen, not knowing what to do.

"my apologies, I didn't mean to be so rude. However, I fear that it is merely out of habit."

"it's.. it's ok, don, I shouldn't have touched them to begin with."

"sigh, they... They were ours. You were so excited, I had made them out of high grade titanium, just like my tech bo, so that they'd last. Sad chuckle, you said that they represented how strong our marriage was..."

you could tell he wanted to cry, to scream, anything, everything, just to get his you back. And you couldn't help the lump in your throat.

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That night you two grew impossibly closer. By now, you were back to helping him in his lab, he was making you trinkets that helped those problems he had talked to you about.

However, as Deadpool once said, life is full of commercials of happiness, and now, you were back to your regularly scheduled program.

It was a simple gathering mission, get in, grab the stuff, get out.

But of course, it was never that easy.

In fact, it was what you could only describe as, the absolute worst day of your life.

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Omg- another cliffhanger?

[sorrelpaws]

proper refs for my new r&m ocs :-) more info BELOW

morty v-37 - basically gets used as a human shield and then promptly left for dead by his previous rick(which is why hes got the scar and prosthetics), y-4441 finds him and fixes him up + erases his memories of the whole nearly dying thing. he’s pretty chillaxed and a bit more cynical than an average morty, more “rickish” i guess idk. tends to be skeptical, likes poking holes in rick’s arguments/inventions etc etc but like in a teasing way

rick y-4441 - very peppy, upbeat and emotional. he kind of reeaalllyyy dislikes the cfc and stays away from it as much as possible, especially after finding and unofficially adopting v-37. he’s not as tech savvy as most rick’s, his abilities are more akin to s1 rick’s skill level? as in, he lives off of scraps of materials and creative solutions, less god-like and more “old man in garage who happens to know physics and chemistry”. loves to ramble about basically anything and happily indulges in morty’s hypotheticals/questions whatever. EXCEPT! for why morty doesnt have his fingers he shuts that topic down immediately just does not want to deal with that can of worms at allll

[i3utterflyeffect]

to preface, the plushie hangman design is so cute and squishy aaah i love the rounded edges.

i suppose when the plushie came to life, alan expected to give the color gang a baby's first lesson on treating inhuman beings that are weaker than you with kindness and respect, but it seems like the color gang's intrinsic goodness made it unnecessary.

bonus: the mercs/victim's reaction to the plushie would be hilarious. wtf, is that even possible??

THANK YOU THEY'RE VERY FUN TO DRAW.....

alan was indeed very scared about that (even if he's glad he's here to actually teach them to be nice) but it was pretty relieving to see they were nice!

...even if SC kind of still holds hangman like a plushie initially and he REALLY has to teach them not to do that because hangman is clearly scared by being dangled by their arm. SC means well, they just need some help getting it right

as for victim:

they don't like hangman very much

[sanctumpyre]

AUs so far -

Arda Fravaš | Guardian Angel AU

Straight forward AU. Yahbel is either a guardian in this au instead of a seraphim, or has been asked to play the role of a guardian, as there are too many souls on earth & not enough angels of this class to guard their souls. Suriyel would only be born a guardian.

A Crown for a King; an Empire for an Emperor | Imperial AU

Royalty AU. Primarily Paired with @sanctusworn. The Divine Chariot Empire, it's very roman based that is heavily theocratical in nature, but it has mixings of other cultures within it's borders, as Chariot once lead a massive war of expansion & absorbed large numbers of other kingdoms under it's banner. It is currently the largest nation on the continent(possibly the world), & the current Emperor has two sons: Michael, the older & heir to the empire, & Samuel, the younger & spare prince. Along with the Emperor & Empress, it is also largely ran by the 6 Grand Ducal Houses of Chariot. These Grand Dukes are descendants from the royals of a few the pervious kingdoms that were absorbed into Chariot after a willing surrender. Each specialize in certain aspects of politics & the inner workings of the Empire: Military, Money, Agriculture, Foreign Affairs, Domestic Policies & Religion. Yahbel is the 1st & only daughter of the Grand Duke Cinderwood, who over sees the Military aspect. As the Grand House of the military during times of peace, much of Cinderwood's power & influences has lessened greatly, from previously being the the second most power house to now the bottom of the totem pole. As such, & Yahbel being his oldest & only daughter, her father expects her to marry as well as she possibly can to better the status of their house. Primary canon states Yahbel & Michael are arranged to marry. Suriyel in this verse serves as the youngest daughter of a nobleman, Earl Antwan, with the Antwan House having extreme loyalty to the the Cinderwoods. She is an armored Lady-in-waiting for Yahbel.

The Empire's direct neighbors & most important neighbor is the Kingdom of Superbia.(whom later become the Superbian Empire after beginning a campaign of expansion & annexing six other kingdoms that were around Superbian borders). Tensions between Superbia & Chariot are extremely tense, however, the 1st Princess Lilith of Superbia & 2nd Prince Samuel seem to have a friendly relationship that sparks some hope for the future of the two countries.

Goodbye, my Morning Star | Stars Crossed AU

Fallen Michael but still Holy Yahbel verse. Paired directly with @sanctusworn. The unexpected happens, Michael falls. Yahbel does not descend with him however, & is left in Heaven alone to fend for herself against the corruption of Heaven's council & keep the Lord's Kingdom pure & holy. However, the great new treat posed by the Fallen Commander is undeniable. Yahbel is eventually tasked with infiltrating & eliminating Michael, as if she does not, it is likely that Heaven will be destroyed. Duty vs Love, a battle as old as time, rages in her heart. Yahbel has also remarried in this verse(under extreme pressure from the Council) to Gabriel, whom is the new Commander of the Heavenly Host in replacement of Michael.

A Blackened Heart that Beats Still | Hostess of Evil AU

Yahbel as ROO style verse. Paired with @sanctusworn. Yahbel serves as the Host of ROO. After The Fall, much of Heaven directed itself to not just strengthening it's defenses, but also searching for ROO, as the root of evil on earth, his destruction was a high priority for Heaven to possibly cleanse mankind of sin. Yahbel does not leave the services of Heaven's army in this verse, but merely joins a task force specifically designed with hunting down ROO. In one such mission with this force, she manages to corner ROO(at the cost of her squad), but before she could be eliminated, ROO shoves her HEART into Yahbel's chest, infecting her with sin &, in essence, allowing ROO to survive. Making Yahbel the Hostess of Evil. ROO's HEART prevents Yahbel from taking her own life, & she can not return to Heaven in her state, as Yahbel fears killing her would only release ROO onto Heaven & mankind once more, so chooses to keep ROO 'hostage' within her form. She has taken to hiding in purgatory, the one place with either angel or demon could sense her presence & has been alone for eons....

Lose Your Sin in Justice | Sin in Justice AU

Fuck it,(almost) Everyone Falls verse. Primarily Paired with @sanctusworn. Lucifer & Charlie both perish suddenly, leaving Hell unruled & stirring unrest within Heaven. While the Sin fight for control of Hell below, Heaven's council attempts to start plotting the wiping out of all sinners & hellborn above. Michael, Yahbel, Gabriel & Suriyel all appose such, as that would most certainly herald in the end times, bringing ruination to all; even Heaven. Heaven is spilt down the middle on supporting the council & supporting Michael. As such, half of Heaven's angels end up cast down that day. A mistake, they should have killed them, as now, within Hell & being fallen, they are free to move to plotting to overthrow the council as they please. Michael quickly takes his brother's place as King of Hell, his sheer might & divine army make short work of conquering each ring & forcing sins to submit or die. Now it is only a waiting game. If Heaven is so corrupt that the only people who can cleanse it are those who have fallen, then so be it.

[kate-m-art]

Modern au ♡♡♡♡ Just been having a lot of feelings for my boy Legend lately and went back to read some of the stuff in our server. Had a lot of inspo to sketch some of it out that I've been meaning to for a year or two 😅

First one Legends a dork setting up stage equipment w Time, sees Maggie across the room and doesn't realize mic and speakers are all hooked up and working perfectly

Second way in the future, uncle Rulie visiting and getting to meet baby Ivy for the first time ♡

Then messing around with sidewalk chalk, little doodles from when they were little and older sticking with each other and helping through really rough times.

Then like akskdkfk the last one is me giving my embarrassing moments to Autumn because oof (for me it was a singer I was in the meet and greet line for, for Autumn they just used to go to the same school and oof doesn't like people remembering him)

Then modern au Antione and Mea because ye they exist in the same world, too

Shoot almost forgot conspiracy theory sky oops

[officialromaniantranslatiuni]

Vecina-mea e de 2 luni in vacay cu fii-sa (clasa 8) si vin la sfarsitul lui septembrie. Eu in prima saptamana de clasa a 8-a am facut nu stiu ce toxiinfectie alimentara si m-a certat mama ca lipsesc si pierd materie.

[rabdariprajite]

operele scrise în română de români, dar care au stilul si structura evidentă a textelor în engleză îmi aduc un tip special de pagube la creier

[zombocomme]

Zombocomme: Welcome back from our brief intermission. We are excited to have our four part episode's penultimate part drop live in the studio.

*cue audience clap*

A special Satanic Shoutout once again to The Newton Brothers once again, and of course, to our wonderful grown from home, GHOST the band.

Zombocome: Now let us continue out tale of that tale as old as time. The guidance of the morning star leading the way into the void, and watching the black light guide us beyond... into the twilight of life...

And Now, Ministry 📺TV presents.

Featuring @frjimdefroque and @ask-miasma-ghoul in

RBRG/ FRJD and AMG:

✨️🗻🪭🚪☄️Combiverse❄️🪞☂️🗻✨️

Spin off Episode: Part 3

Between The Lines, Episode 7 PART 3 of 4: “So help you god…you're set free”

Enjoy

🔞NFW: MDNI : Rated-R:🔞⚠️(Mature themes TV)⚠️ *mentions death and dead bodies, bugs, gore and frontier diseases and violence, guns, religious interpretation of trauma, consumption of body and blood, allusions to murder/self and description macabre, and ghosts of the espooky kind.

“Inasmuch as ye have done it unto one of the least of these my brethren, ye have done it unto me” KJV- Mathew 25:37-40

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[Ashes plays:]

Lucius groaned, his chest flaring in pain that was sharp, shooting through his left arm. “Satanas” he harshed, clutching at the pain, nails digging deep. He felt the familiar itch creep up his neck. His fingers flexed and his breath heavier. It was coming on again.

“ENOUGH!” he gasped, trying to stop the throbbing in his veins as the sensation of infernal flame clawed up from the base of his spine, flames writhing between the vertebral spaces, like hot velvet making him shudder. 

“Not again- HNNGG!!” He grunted, doubling over. 

Demon or not, sometimes one looks for their gift in the fire and the flames… in this case, as of late, the flame had come to him. The molten heat pluming through him threatened to stop his heart, which, while immortal to such maladies as would stop such a heart as dark as his, the human in him felt like it was screaming. Begging to be spared. And the darkness brought on by that infernal green light, was hurdling across that lake of fire like a bullet to an outstretched hand. 

“STOP!” Lucius screamed. But no. The flames abide by no will but their own… Coiling around him, they ignited and sparked and bound him, captive in their scorching fingers... his head fell back as they clung to him, sinking into the flesh burning through his flesh. It didn’t give a damn that he was in agony. Or rapture. It would bestow its vision to him. And within it, his vision burned his eyes like something as cruel and powerful as the eyes of god. He felt like he was spinning and then, as if his face was being degloved, the flames worked beneath his skin, taking root into his very bones. And he could see it… Everyone dies at The End. 

[Infestissumam plays:]

The end he set on the mortals as a path. Lucius’ hand trembled and gripped at the rug he had fallen back onto, gasping in fear as a bright blue light burst in front of him. His eyes like silver glass, seeing a light that chased away the infernal. Burning it away as if blasted away by the split of an atom…Babylon, laid to waste. Like an eclipse of white light shone over the great city, almost too bright to look at directly, stinging his eyes and making them tear… thunder all around seemed to carry a voice in the wind that praised… something.. “The Seventh day in motion” it seemed to say. 

Above the rubble stood a great towering statue of man’s hubris. But as he both admired and feared the visage, a great meteor struck it down, and the ground below him cracked open. As the visage toppled into the depths, the great city destroyed , the rubble smoked and steamed, the inhabitants no more… and the wild dogs ran through the treats tearing one another apart. Where fear had been turned into an aching need - to descend like the ravenous and shake the very world in his teeth!. My how tender a rotted fleshing sound could seem to the ears, a slurping soup of degradation and carnality that bordered on the true  Evil’s of the world. 

It wasn't just recreational consumption. It certainly wasn't because the beast was starved, no, clearly it’s fill would be satiated, it was just to see how many bodies lay at the bottom of the crater that was mankind in the world. 

“Who will pray for them…Who prays for Babylon? Who celebrates their destruction and ultimate consumption. To be drawn in and shat out.” Could a creator God really find this so just, so cruel a thing?

Human kind really was filthy in every sense of the word and Lucius had seen it so many times before… 

He had seen the faithless fail in their wills to live, mankind's instinctual feral drive to self destruct, it was almost poetry, the way *a singular word* can unhinge the jaw of that beast that is somehow inherently selfish at its most sadistic… But ah the visionary expression of the utmost disgust at partaking of a world that does nothing but burn, down, and down to the depths of “non-existence” lost to the annals of time… oh yes, it was nothing short of, masochistic…

Nothing speaks about evil more than the murderer filling on its brother’s flesh… but even as Lucius watched the story write itself, he felt the human in him look out from his eyes. 

Seeing the destruction, the absolute indifference of indifferent stars, even the morning ones that pelt through the earth, laying to waste in remnant wisps of dust… he felt that still, small, voice in his head feel the sorrow and pain, the pity for such a wretched creator as what squatted before him feasting on the dead and rotten. “There is no God” he told that soft light filled creature shadowed in his hardened dark heart. But from the sinews like the bars of a cage, meant to shelter but rather, imprisoning, the voice held at the bars of his heart and asked, in a voice so innocent and tender that Time stopped and Lucius felt his heart actually, this time, stop beating...

“You would pray for Babylon?”

“Would you?” Lucius replied, his voice as distant as the lingering thunder around the sky…in his heart…where scars were that would never heal… it was expected, he was a demon after all, to relish in the suffering. And yet such suffering gave Lucius pause, as if he was looking out of himself, the taste, sour... 

Then the vision ended, and He was alone once more in his personal study hidden behind the fireplace… where he brooded his innermost thoughts. He sat back in his chair, fingers brushing the back of his lips as he brooded.

“Will you?” he said aloud.

His thoughts turning to the Cleric,

and the *word that had haunted everyone like a brewing storm, like a harbinger of doom…*

“The Cleric… and-,”

he growled at the last,

“*and ...The Cannibal…*”

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Falling head first into the dark was like falling out of the pit of his eye. Miasma blinked and stared at the Bible in his hands. All these names. And yet the Diary had not accounted for them. Till now. At the death of “Father Evight Vonhassel”. The gathered darkness around them was deep. And the void seemed to stare back. The unknown, of what Miasma knew, he didn’t want to hear…

Jim signed the cross over his heart and shook the diary as if bracing himself , his breath held as if to power through what he knew would be a difficult story to tell. And an even harsher one for Miasma to hear. 

*December 3rd. How bleak this world looks now… Snow was heavy today. Evight Vanhassel had succumbed to the cold. He had been fucking frozen. It took hours to try and dig  the frozen ground.. The worst of it was, it wasn’t Father Vanhassel that most were crying for now… now, it was for the hunger in everyone’s bellies. The game had long since moved on. It seemed damn near ALL of them did. The furs are being used but the gnawing in the belly is a curious thing, and if only the ice and snow could fill the emptiness. No… holding from the emotion, it isn’t right…. 

We, we already started the leather but, shoes and straps do little to stave away the weakness, and the pangs… No help it seems will come…Since November we have been unable to reach the mountain fort. Its like the valley refuses to let us go. It must be evil. Or at the very leased cures. We sent out four men. Only two have returned whole , confirming our worst fears. The avalanche had blocked the pass. And surely we would all die trying to brave it.  Or so says Diego Rivera and Armand Avalo… Ezekiel Smith was lost. And Jeremy Bridger, in their arms, wearing the fatal marks of a bear attack. I've seen injuries on the trail, this was… different. They swore the creature was taller than ten feet, brushing the top of the pines. They did their best to fight it but no…Conveniently they managed to save their hides… and not a single shot fired from their guns… I cocked them myself… inspected them. Clean. dry. Despite   the perilous journey through that god-awful forest where it seems even the trees wander, you get so lost… And they arrive, without even a  rabbit for company… not even a rat?!

“The river is too dangerous… the trek, too long… we can’t afford to lose another man” they said… Certainly, we can’t afford to lose another man like Father Vanhassel. Everyone is suspicious of one another now. Everyone with that strange look in the eyes. I don’t like it. And the almost hunger in Diego’s eyes at the stripped clothing from the late Father… “It pains that we should deprive the dead of their earthly possessions, but the kingdom beyond has no need for wool shirts and gloves”... such hate for such practicality, so bravely spoken by the foreign man, and yet it remains unequivocally true…This is an unusual winter…and I fear that we have only just begun to see how the infighting has been turning men into savages, fighting like godless-heathens in the snow, rolling around and at each other's throats. I fired my pistol and the fighting stopped.*

Jim turned the page. 

[I Couldn’t Sleep plays:]

*“There will be order in this camp! There will be  civility, and justice! This I swear! You wish to wrangle and tear at your hides like dogs then by God I’ll shoot you like one myself!” I vowed, pointing the barrel at everyone gathered there. “We nurse our wounded and bury our dead. Or we burn them. This is not the first passing among us and under God’s eye we shall keep ourselves ready to meet our maker on any day. To expire is the natural order of the world, and no less what the Son of man did for three days before rising once more to His fathers kingdom! So too we shall rise above this! And we will make our peace to die or live another day.” I said.  For a moment the camp held the same rapturous gaze that they held for the late Father. And I felt the mantle heavy on my shoulders…seeing their pale gazes, their gaunt, starved faces, like sheep walking towards the slaughter, eager to be held in gentle arms before   they are ultimately bled dry. Well, If I’m the shepherd I must keep them in my sight, and go for the lost. And yet I could not. For my cowardice, I left a prayer unanswered… I sent no man to search for Ezekiel that day… God forgive me…”*

Miasma smudged the impossibly wet ink in the bible in his lap. Jim could see the writing on the wall. But if this was the origin of the blood stone, it had to be brought to the light…it had to be…

 It was like taking a confession from a dead man. He felt the obligation clawing at him the way a sinner might beg for a holy’s mans’ touch of mercy.

“Justice and Mercy… The line for that is… never clear, is it.” Jim said, looking up at Miasma. Miasma refused to meet Jim's Gaze. He knew there was more…

More to this story. There were still pages left. 

Jim turned the page and saw a single line entered.

[Flora plays:]

“December 6. God I pray we can hold off one more night. Just one. So that Evight can be left alone.”

Miasma scrunched his brow. “Left alone, he’s dead isn't he, surely such a well spoken captain hasn't descended to madness in three days to think he was alive-” Miasma chuckled, though the tone in it seemed apprehensive. The utter denial on his face, he knew he was being willingly foolish, purposefully dim witted. But it was easier than facing the truth. And in this he felt that familiar grip of guilt strangling his breath while his heart raced. He was content to stand by and let the world happen around him after his incarceration. And the voices within hushed in their whisperings, keeping their chatter constant enough to seem like white noise, yet interacting enough for Miasma to feel the chill finally, the way Jim had felt it all along. Ice cold on the sweat rolling down the back of his neck.

Jim licked his lips and took a baited breath, as he read the entry below it with confusion.

*“December 7, Jeremy Bridger… no one knows if he died or was smothered. His wounds were fatal, we knew. But the decision to put him out of his misery was riding on one more day. Except at midnight, once more, we lost a good man… and  Diego Rivera was there, pulling the bloodied socks from the cold feet. Armand Avalo was standing over the corpse, blood spattered on his face, and a hand in the body. There were witnesses… He could have been trying to staunch a bleed, the sheets were soaked in blood. Or. something more… But all that would silence the camp were the two pistol shots I fired that afternoon… I pulled Thomas to the side, “You are a hunter aren't you. The hunt! Go. find us meat.” I hissed at him, “And don’t think I won’t think twice to inspect your iron boy, and take care of this mess!”*

[Turn of the Screw plays:]

 *I knew the risk, and I stood by it… The camp went to bed, the bodies lay at the stockade as they lay… snow fell and froze the ground. Two shots fired in the night. The stockades were empty by morning. And my ever faithful Lt. Thomas Spencer, had provided. Everyone was silent at the first supper they had had in over a week. Bless it, there was peace at last. beside the graveyard, one fresh shallow grave stood tall and proud beside Father Evight. Two crude posts were erected beside that, with no crosses, as the  executed men were not followers of our god. I don’t know their god or his rules. And I don’t give a fuck. Bellies are full. I don’t question the blessings God bestows to us.”*

Jim covered his mouth. Miasma chuckled wryly, “Ah yes, the way it is easiest to turn to what is “other”. No love hath no man than godly-hate”.

Jim scowled, “That the world plants a foot on that hill and blames the true evils on god, is that what you really think though?” He challenged. 

Miasma stared deadpan into Jim's face, the tickle of his words in his own ears making him twitch slightly, “I’m just making an observation. It seems easy for one to kill those who “deserve it”. That still makes him a murderer…You’re telling me that I’m wrong?”

“I’m telling you, you are willfully ignorant.”

“And You, are being punitive. I voiced the truth, that things are as they are, do not blame me… that’s between you and your God! Narrow your scope all you want.” Miasma said sharply turning back to brood at the fireless place. 

Jim started aback, like he had been slapped in the face. He knew what was coming in this story, but he wanted to  believe they had no choice. That they were merely driven to their heinous deeds. Their crimes of moral corruption. Unconditional mercy, as long as it was confessed, and certainly here the Diary was confessing was it not?....wasn’t it…?

Jim was quiet. The fading light outside casting darker shadows in the room. Miasma got up, holding the bible to his chest absentmindedly, spending a long time getting the fire going. The wood was dry, and the chimney unblocked. And as the flames flickered, licking the walls of their home after being so long out, Miasma went to sit by the fire. He felt cold. Deep within,. And he had a mind to arm himself by the flames. Jim felt heat and anger rush his cheeks with red. He almost felt embarrassed. But he refused to feel shame for his hopes. 

He kept reading. This time, it was his turn to be confused…

He skipped to the ending, rushing to recover his grip on the diary in his hands.

*March 2nd, The pass will open soon. What little we have will be found. This place is cursed  and should never have been exploited. Misfortune and shame live here. Regrets and sins.. The lord cleansed the earth with a flood, and promised the end of days would be cleansed with fire.. There's no God in these cold woods. There is only death hanging in these trees. Only devils and empty bellies that never fill. The wretched can go back to the brick with their kin. I almost envy them. While us, the ones that still draw breath, we will be the devils to pay… perhaps it is fitting that fire is the trail we leave behind, rather than blood. Every man for himself now, and every man a devil. It would be better if the earth swallowed us up. It would be better if the pass stayed closed. Or at least, that when they find us, what's left, the world will move on, and the lost will stay lost.”*

Silence.

“Wait, wait that's it?!” Miasma asked incredulously, “No, no no no way” he chuckled darkly, strolling over tossing the bible into Jim’s lap and snatching the Diary up. He read that final entry over and over till his eyes felt sore from the shaky handwriting that he was surprised Jim could read. His face paled farther and farther with each word. 

“So everyone dies, The End, I guess...?” Jim shrugged frustratedly. 

“This is a stupid book” Miasma said throwing it at the ground before walking away, crossing his arms, brooding by the fire, searching for answers in the flickering tendrils of fingered flames.

Jim too seemed at a loss, his mind reeling from the uncharacteristically hopeless tone of the entry. Between December and March, The captain had gone from proudly uniting his brethren, to being content to watch their world burn, ashamed? It couldn’t be… that couldn’t be the end… not like this…

“Hold on” Jim said, standing suddenly, running out the door into the darkened cold. Miasma could hear his footsteps wandering to and fro hurriedly, like a man lost, until he returned, panting as he clutched the doorframe, “Pick those up” he said sternly  jutting his chin to the discarded pair of books on the ground. Miasma began to protest, when Jim smacked the wooden door, the sound bouncing off the walls with every word as if banging all around,

“Pick up, the , damn, books, and get your sorry ass out here! Find a shovel, meet me at the bricks” and like that Jim disappeared outside from the closed off room. Miasma was shocked. Jim had never spoken to him that way. So earnestly. So harshly. Rebuking him almost, like a call to action, to move beyond the view of this room and see what lies beyond. And that certainly stirred something in that soupy brain of his…

[Spoksonate plays:]

The bricks… the… dilapidated hut of a building that reminded him of a large Kiln… As Miasma pawed around the room finding a broken shovel, the handle missing and the splinter somehow, *wet* he couldn't help the swirling thoughts in his mind.

*He yelled at me. He, he, I was worth being yelled at.  Oh yes Jimmy, yesss….I'll do what you say. Do what father says. Hehe, Papa…Papa is good...Papa is kiiiiinnnnd. Mhmh, yes he will won’t he?… He will-” his hand palmed the wet end of the splintered shovel, coming away wet, the color dark in the light of the accusing flames that lit his features so intensely, “-taste so sweet” he whispered, his fingers absentmindedly wandering to his mouth where his tongue darted out to taste.

The metallic sting, the taste of blood, making his whole body shiver. He pulled his hand away, watching the liquid as it dried slightly, a string of it playing between his spread fingers.

“Hey! C’mon man, let's go!” Jim said, momentarily peering in the doorway, out of focus, “Oh, yes, I’m, I’m coming” Miasma said, his voice soft, tranced slightly, a little too saccharine for Jim’s taste. 

Jim watched as the Ghoul twiddled his fingers in front of his face.

“You are one creepy dude,” Jim thought. The hand being stared at looked  normal, he couldn't fathom why the ghoul seemed so intrigued by it in the firelight. He shook his head, “Everyone’s got their reasons” he shrugged, descending the steps and grabbing the shovel he had found outside and strode towards the fire-scarred earth down the “street” if you could call the path that. 

The thunder in the mountains sounded like the pounding of hooves bouncing around the landscape, the whistle of the wind as if a whispering song, of the uncanny kind. The soft melody of deceit, putting him on edge. It felt like the false sense of security was a  wool coming down over his eyes. No. like an executioner's hood gently falling over his sight, his breath fast in the cold sucking feeling in his chest, waiting for what felt like the anticipation of the short drop and sudden stop…

All the while feeling eyes on him, and it made his hair stand up, even as he kept his gaze away from the very thing he was fearing…Jim a few yards off, Miasma trailing behind.

 Jim stopped in the middle of the street a moment, hesitant to continue down this path to hell that had no milestones or sign posts. But the truth had to win out. The truth was the only thing that was godly left in this valley now… 

“Deus, Deus in absentia… in absentia…” He mouthed, his feet moving forward once more, a step farther than he had ever been…

Miasma’s hand on the broken shovel, staring,  deadpan at the base of Jim’s skull…

(Ok, now close your eyes, lay back, and imagine, pickup from this scene. What you see. Feel. snow? Wind? Foreboding? Now in your head pictures, make a Super cool dramatic ANIME ENDING: The Last Shot. The Final Moment, to the music of...)

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Hark, death knell, tolls, a sweet silver bell…

Zombocomme: That Dies Ire theme goddamn screaming again at the end…. that was always there in the background… *muah!*

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[madmutts]

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[victorluvsalice]

Valicer In The Dark -- Evolution Of A Bit About Horses

Me: [doing a post about worldbuilding in my Valicer In The Dark universe back in June 2023] Hmmm -- I don't remember off the top of my head whether or not there were any mention of horses in the actual Blades In The Dark book. You know what, rather than checking, I'm going to be funny, pull a Fallout, and declare them extinct in the world of the Shattered Isles! That way, if I ever have my VITD trio visit another universe, I can amuse myself by having them be like "...what's a horse?" whenever the topic comes up! :D I'm sure that, when I next reread Blades In The Dark, nothing will pop up to utterly ruin my bit! :D

Me: [rereads Blades In The Dark and discovers plenty of references to horses -- including, most importantly, the fact that the natives of the nation of Severos who don't live in the Imperial cities live in tribes on their ghost-hunting horses]

Me: D: My bit :(

[later on:]

My Brain: Hmmmm...okay Vic -- I have given this some thought, and the way I see it, we can go one of three ways. One -- we keep the bit, throw out that stuff in the book, and say that horses are extinct in your version of the Shattered Isles. Two -- we toss the bit, admit we were wrong, and that horses do exist, even if they're rare. Or three -- and I think this is the best option -- we modify the bit and say that horses are extinct in your Shattered Isles everywhere but Severos.

Me: Why are you so sure Option 3 is the best option?

My Brain: Because not only does it mean we don't have to completely chuck the bit -- it also opens up a story idea. There's a Severosi faction in the book -- The Silver Nails, remember? They want to get control of the heavily-haunted Lost District, and one of their assets is supposed to be their cavalry horses. What if, in your world, they're trying to smuggle in those horses, haven't succeeded yet because the animals keep dying en-route -- and when they do get a living horse successfully into the city, it escapes? And the Three Pillars happen to be nearby when it does, and have to help stop the damn thing before it causes too much damage or gets itself killed? That could be a cool score for them to complete, and gives you plenty of opportunities for them to be absolutely freaked out by this weird-looking creature that they previously assumed was just a type of goat all the while. Just total "?!?! That's a horse?!" the whole time.

Me: ...you're right, that is the best option.

So yes -- please accept my extremely-belated apologies about being wrong about a small thing in my worldbuilding post from over a year ago that probably none of you remember, and enjoy this updated post on the status of horses in my version of the Shattered Isles and Duskwall. XD I am actually quite looking forward to writing that story at some point -- I suspect it will be most chaotic.

[blueberri-blu]

Ch.5 Mea Vita ∘⁠˚⁠˳⁠°♡

[rise]Future!Donnie x Future!Reader & Donnie x Reader (Post Krang Invasion)

Warnings: Angst, Character Death, gore, injuries, may add more

Please heed the warnings

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Previously...

However, as Deadpool once said, life is full of commercials of happiness, and now, you were back to your regularly scheduled program.

But of course, it was never that easy.

It was a simple gathering mission, get in, grab the stuff, get out.In fact, it was what you could only describe as, the absolute worst day of your life.

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You wished you had never come here. All of those small, happy moments with Older Donnie could never compare to the pain you were feeling right now.

You, Older Donnie, and Older Mikey had all gone on a gathering mission. Older Donnie needed some new tech to help things in the med bay, and Older Mikey was going to look for food. You had come along to help them both, since it was supposed to be a safe area.

It, as you soon discovered, most definitely was not.

Oh dear

There was so much blood

It all happened so fast.

One second you and Older Donnie were playfully bantering with each other as you grabbed some medical supplies.

And the next you saw a Krang Tendril

How could someone bleed so much

Your hands... Oh gosh, they were completely covered in the red cells

You felt dizzy, cold, and pale

It was as if your heart had stopped, and so did time

All you could hear was ringing

And all you could feel was the warm red substance all over you

You tried to focus, you really did

But all you could focus on was what was in front of you

"y/n!" "Donnie!"

You were drowning, drowning in the warm blood you were covered in

How could you let this happen?

Three fingers came up to cup your face

"My dear, All I want you to know- ugh, is that I Love You, so much more than I let on, so much more than you could ever imagine"

The 2 ringed necklace was placed in your hands

And then it was all gone.

You tried to look in his eyes, to find anything, any sign of life

Yet there wasn't any.

His battle shell laid in pieces around you

The krang Tendril had gone right. Through. Him.

As if he was nothing.

Older Donnie was laying in your lap, lifeless, full of blood, and here you were

Just holding him

He was gone. Forever. He was never coming back.

You saw Red.

You grabbed his tech bo he carried, just in case

And just lost it.

Older Leo had arrived, since Older Mikey pressed his panic button.

Both he and Older Mikey were stunned

There you were, Donnie's sweet s/o, you were their healer, you were sweet, and kind.

Yet.. here you were

Stabbing, kicking, punching, just absolutely destroying the Krang that had killed their brother.

They had never seen such pure rage, not like this at least.

It got to the point where Older Mikey took Older Donnie's corpse back to the base for a proper burial while Older Leo tried to pry you off the very very dead Krang.

Older Leo ended up having to sedate you just to get you off the Krangs' corpse.

When you woke, you were in Med Bay. You frantically looked around for Older Donnie, much to your dismay, he wasn't there.

You couldn't speak. How could you? Your love, your don, your tech genius, had died right in front of you.

You saw Older Leo talking to you, but you couldn't focus.

Oh no...

Everything was fading away, as if you were underwater.

Older Leo knew this was bad. He knew this would stay with you forever. He was regretting his decision to bring you here.

Between him and Older Mikey, they decided it was best to take you back home.

You couldn't feel anything.

Yet, you could feel everything.

It's as if you were still soaked in his blood, oh, wait, you were.

Suddenly, you were in the lair. You don't know when you went from standing to on your knees, still staring at your hands.

Oh no.

And that's when your brain started to play tricks on you.

You could still feel him, see the huge hole in his stomach.

And that's when you let go. You just couldn't take this anymore.

And the scream that came from you was heart shattering. It was raw and painful. And you just couldn't stop.

You were grateful when you started to see those familiar black dots in your vision.

Finally, you thought, some rest.

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Donnie heard that familiar orange portal open. Finally! Youre back!

However, when he went running into the common area, you were on your knees, covered in blood.

Oh no oh no oh no oh no

He was already scanning you, checking your watch, everything.

But you weren't injured, then who's blood was this?

That's when you let it out.

The blood curdling scream.

And it wouldn't stop. Donnie finally had to sedate you, you were going to scream your throat raw

He carried you to his lab, cleaned you up with a rag, and changed your clothes.

He left you laying on his bed, hoping you'd get some rest.

And now? Oh, he didn't care if that was his brother from an alternate universe. He was going to get answers.

Before Donnie could even think, he had Older Leo's neck in his hands.

All of his brothers had to restrain him just so that he'd let go.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM!? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!"

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You slept 13 hours straight.

Donnie had started to worry that he used too much sedative.

Thankfully, you awoke from your much needed rest, nice and clean.

Looking around, you realized you were back in your Donnie's room, you were in one of his big T-shirts and sweatpants, and... Damn why did your throat hurt so much?

At first, you thought, hoped, the whole ordeal was a dream.

But as you looked on Donnie's nightstand, and saw the bloodied necklace with the 2 wedding bands, you came to the painful reality that

It wasn't a dream, and you had watched your beloved die in your arms.

Not just die,

But suffer a slow, painful, and agonizing death

All while you did nothing

Nothing but shake, sob and scream.

Then your violent acts came back to you.

How you had killed off the Krangs' short, square brother all on your own, fueled by pure rage.

The door creaked. And you could make out your Donnie form in the door.

"How're you, my love? Are you feeling well rested? Nothing hurts right? I've brought hot tea for your throat, dearest"

"he-hey Donnie" ouch- you winced, your throat hurt, and your voice was cracked, like a teenage boy

"sh sh sh, my apologies, I shouldn't have asked questions, you shouldn't speak, your throat is very irritated."

Donnie quietly helped you drink your tea, and once you were finished, he massaged your back, shoulders, legs, and arms.

It was a nice moment, yet you couldn't help but think.

How were you going to keep living your dandy, happy life, knowing a version of your beloved, had died so horribly, and in your arms?

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Wait what? 2 chapters in one day? Yey ^^

[thesillydoll]

Our Flag Means Death - AU ECO PIRATES.

Gentlemen Pirate and Blackbeard are eco-pirates who raid fishing boats and oil tankers to stop maritime crimes.