#ormore

[jamiemarsters]

Pic of the Day: Urgh. Is it the weekend yet?! aka @realjamesmarsters (hanging out for the weekend) in #Caprica 2010 #JamesMarsters #BarnabasGreeley #CharismaticPsychopath™ #OrMore #SlumpingPsychopath #InThisParticularInstance https://www.instagram.com/p/CodnR2eMyJv/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[sleepmusicland-1]

The happiest Girl (English) - 8 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1347276794-the-happiest-girl-english-8?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=sleepmusicland_1&wp_originator=CFoOlcK6VX6gPXjumqOE%2FRmIbowWkVuri75bMa1HCpQQUrakkg%2FTJKDdavKPvRly4S%2B4m1G1EVWZlnDxU6V0BJSTNt1094Q817Gz1RHjz4lhehiH0ZR2ywpk1DalNEZl Ella wakes up in New Orleans, in a cemetery, not just any cemetery, it's the New Orleans cemetery from the series The Originals, soon she realizes that she ended up in the series, the witches want sacrifice her to finally bring the Mikaelsons to their knees. But she seems to have a special bond with Elijah Mikaelson, who persists in her defensiveness to learn more about the woman who appears to have his name on her left wrist. (Remastered version of My Stupid Heart)

[accultant]

i'm just trying to look out for you.

GRUMPY VS SUNSHINE PROMPTS

"Yes, well-" Iago sits on their bedroll with their legs crossed, absentmindedly swaying back and forth to match the funny way their tent seems to be spinning around. It's kinda fun. Wheeehhehe.

They waggle one finger at him, the others still holding onto the neck of the near-emptied wine bottle. He's chosen a very unfortunate time to rehash this little spat of theirs. It's mostly settled by this point, honestly ( but if he keeps saying sorry sorry sorry Iago might toss this bottle at his head. bonk bonk bonk. okay, no they won't. that's mean. they shouldn't be mean to their big baby brother. a light bonk, maybe ), so they don't have much genuine malice behind the reprimanding look they give him. It's more of a pout than anything.

"Yes, well," they repeat because they can't remember if they had gotten to that part yet. They swing the bottle to themselves to point at their own forehead "I'm just trying to get fucked by a dragon."

They take another drink from the bottle before looking frantically over one shoulder, then the next. That makes the tent spin extra fast. Aaaehhehe. Looking to Puck again, they gasp dramatically and clutch their chest, "Who said that? Who would say something like that? How uncouth..."

[marc--chilton]

i miss when, as a byproduct of steven universe's popularity, people would fuse their ships together into one character even if they weren't gems. can we bring that back pretty please it was so so fun

[current-mcr-news]

frankieromustdie: der frendz, meet Gucci Barbados Iero…. welcome to the party, pal. #LizardYawns #Save15%orMore 🦗🦎

[Sep 8, 2023]

[lumi-klovstad-games]

Bastion, Blade, Last Line: The Corpse Eaters

In the Grim Darkness of the Far Future, there is only war.

Few understood war like Rogal Dorn, the Praetorian of Terra, and Primarch of the Imperial Fists, and many of the legion's successors have devoted themselves to his mastery of defensive warfare and siegecraft. Few have done so as well as the grimly named Corpse Eaters.

The Corpse Eaters are a Chapter known for their grim reputation and heroic deeds, which belie their macabre name. Founded sometime after the Horus Heresy, they trace their lineage back to the Imperial Fists, inheriting their gene-seed's stoicism and dedication to duty. Their founding was driven by the need for a specialized chapter that could hold ground under the most harrowing conditions, especially when performing combat rescue missions to retrieve vital Imperial personnel or recover relics.

Their homeworld, Kenov, is a bleak and desolate place with ash-choked skies, barren wastelands, and a deadly climate. The planet was once a thriving industrial world, but it fell into ruin due to millennia of exploitation and warp storms. Despite this, the people of Kenov are tough and resilient, surviving in underground bunkers and fortress cities. The Corpse Eaters recruit from this hardy populace, finding suitable aspirants who have proven their worth in defending their subterranean settlements from the constant threats of xenos, mutants, and the chaotic environment itself.

The name "Corpse Eaters" dates back to the Chapter's early history, when a brutal siege during the Age of Apostasy earned them infamy. In the Siege of Ormor’s Gate, the Corpse Eaters were tasked with defending a besieged hive city against an overwhelming tide of heretical forces. Despite being cut off from resupply, the Chapter held its ground, sustaining themselves by salvaging the dead for sustenance. While the Chapter never resorted to cannibalism in the conventional sense, their Apothecaries extracted vital nutrients and fluids from fallen warriors to sustain their battle-brothers. This practice, while a desperate necessity at the time, earned the Chapter the grim epithet of "Corpse Eaters."

Though the incident sparked controversy, the Corpse Eaters chose to embrace the name as a reminder of their willingness to make any sacrifice to fulfill their duty. The morbid title serves as a constant acknowledgment that in the grim darkness of the far future, survival and victory often demand unthinkable choices.

Despite the darkness associated with their name, the Corpse Eaters are one of the more compassionate and humane Space Marine Chapters, especially towards civilians and the soldiers of the Imperial Guard. Their experiences on Kenov have instilled a deep understanding of human suffering and an empathy for the plight of the common Imperial citizen. The Chapter believes that every life saved is a victory, and they regularly undertake missions to rescue endangered civilians, protect retreating forces, and evacuate Imperial Guard units who would otherwise be left to die.

The Corpse Eaters also maintain close ties with the Astra Militarum, often operating as a shield for beleaguered Guard regiments. They do not regard human soldiers as mere expendable assets but rather as fellow warriors of the Emperor, deserving of protection and respect. Their Combat Rescue squads are particularly renowned for deploying into battle zones that others would consider too dangerous, risking their own lives to extract wounded guardsmen or save isolated platoons. This reputation has earned them the gratitude and admiration of countless regiments, as well as an enduring respect within the Imperial military hierarchy.

The current Chapter Master, Eussorus, is a figure of grim nobility, embodying the Corpse Eaters’ ethos. Known as the “Grim Bastion,” he is a master of defensive warfare and siegecraft, his strategies often revolving around holding a seemingly hopeless position against insurmountable odds. Eussorus is a pragmatic and duty-bound leader who places great emphasis on the protection of the Imperium's citizens. His stern appearance and gruff demeanor conceal a deep-seated sense of compassion that drives his resolve to defend humanity at all costs.

Eussorus rose to the position of Chapter Master following a pivotal battle known as the Red Sun Standoff, where he led a small force of Corpse Eaters in defending an isolated outpost from a massive Ork Waaagh! The situation appeared dire, and evacuation was impossible. Yet, through sheer tenacity, strategic brilliance, and innovative use of fortifications, Eussorus held out for over a month until reinforcements arrived. His leadership saved thousands of lives, both Astartes and civilians, and his promotion was all but inevitable afterward.

The Chapter’s traditions are a blend of grim practicality and solemn reverence. Their battle rites often involve the collection of relics from fallen brothers, as well as the use of recovered blood from fallen Brothers to honor the Chapter’s legacy. They also maintain extensive ossuaries where the bones of fallen battle-brothers are kept and revered as sacred objects. These relics are carried into battle by veteran warriors, serving as both a symbol of inspiration and a reminder of the sacrifices made by those who came before, and a commitment that even in death, the victory and the glory belongs to the WHOLE Chapter.

The Corpse Eaters’ Librarians play an essential role in preserving the Chapter's history and guiding its spiritual path. They are known as the Bone Scribes, chronicling the deeds of each battle-brother and conducting rituals of remembrance. The Bone Scribes frequently use fragments of bone dust from honored fallen in these rites, symbolically connecting the living with the dead.

The Corpse Eaters excel in defensive warfare and siege tactics. Their strategies revolve around turning every position into a bastion of resilience, using fortifications, booby traps, and guerrilla warfare to outlast and grind down the enemy. Combat Rescue is another specialty, where the Chapter deploys with surgical precision to extract valuable personnel or key relics from the midst of chaos. This dual focus on defense and rescue has made them highly adaptable, capable of weathering sieges and launching daring recoveries behind enemy lines.

Their arsenal reflects this focus, favoring heavy weapons, siege tanks, and fortification tools. Terminator Squads and Devastator Squads are often used to anchor defensive lines, while Assault Marines and Tactical Squads act as rapid-response units. Their Dreadnoughts, many of whom are heroes from the Siege of Ormor’s Gate, serve as living legends of the Chapter, embodying its unbreakable spirit.

The Corpse Eaters' relationship with the wider Imperium is complex. The Inquisition, in particular, has scrutinized their practices, though their loyalty has never been in doubt. Their name often causes misunderstandings, especially among those unfamiliar with the Chapter’s history. However, for those who have fought alongside them, the Corpse Eaters are regarded as tireless defenders of the Imperium and champions of humanity.

Their bonds with the Astra Militarum are among the strongest, with many Guard regiments proudly displaying tokens given to them by the Corpse Eaters in gratitude for their shared struggles. This bond has also led to joint training exercises and combined operations, where the Chapter’s expertise in defensive warfare significantly enhances the effectiveness of Imperial Guard forces.

The Chapter’s motto, "We are the bastion; we are the blade; we are the last line", encapsulates their commitment to protecting the Imperium against all odds. It serves as a reminder that even in the darkest times, the Corpse Eaters will stand fast, ready to defend the innocent and the helpless from the horrors of the galaxy.

Despite their grim name and history, the Corpse Eaters stand as a paradox within the grim darkness of the far future: warriors who embrace the morbid as a means to honor sacrifice, yet wield it as a shield to protect those unable to protect themselves. They are a Chapter whose hearts, though hardened, still beat with a sense of duty and compassion rare among the Adeptus Astartes.

[0m0-0m0]

*brought a box of explosives* in case ormor come back, maybe we can trap him = )

he may not fall, but we leave a message = )

I don’t like the way you’re smiling like that, little one.

[accultant]

Of course they take his hands when he offers them, it's hardly a question ( but they appreciate it anyway ). When he lets go, they hold their own hands instead, loosely lacing their fingers together in front of them while they wait for him to go on. The worry is going to kill them before he finally gets around to it, they're sure, but he starts again after a few more moments.

It's... bizarre watching him explain so clearly now. It's what they wanted, yes, but not exactly what they thought they would get. It's another thing they're adjusting to - actually talking with Puck. They spoke in the temple, yes, ( not enough ), but they had long since stopped discussing things like feelings and conflict. Not so candidly. Now, with this Puck, it's something Iago must relearn. Both of them, they suppose.

What he says first makes them freeze, their nerves immediately pulled taunt to attention. Threatened. That word scared them. They conjured ideas of a fight, a threat met with violence, with blood, all in the name of protecting Iago. It wouldn't be the first time. They should've figured there would be no last time. Ormor left? He's gone? Gone? The six-feet-under kind of gone? Or maybe Puck discarded him in the river nearby? Stuffed him into a chest? Was it quick? Painful? Did he suffer-

When he makes his clarification, their train of thought is halted. They have a brief realization, one of disgust that their first thought was something so horrible, and their second concern was what he did with the body. Old habits die hard. Or lessened, at least. Redirected.

Their hands are held together tightly now. Too tight, but they're sure they'd find them sparking if they lessened their restraint as they comprehend what he's telling them. They've done this before. With more bloodshed from Puck and more passivity on Iago's part, but it's the same dance. Protection and jealousy - so easily confused when they're all the other has ever had. He must still understand that, somehow, even after all he's lost, if this is still happening.

It would be easy to let it wash over them. So easy. A sigh, a roll of the eyes, a day or two of irritation, then letting this be a thing of the past. All else pushed to the back of their mind, into a pile with whatever else they've grown used to ignoring. Again, the dance is old. They know how they would - how they should react. It was so easy, so tempting to be cold sometimes.

But Puck is trying. He's trying to be better by letting Ormor leave alive in the first place, but mostly by acknowledging what he's done, why he's done it. So, it's unfortunate that Iago's version of trying, of being better than they were, is to do literally anything other than tell him it's okay, they forgive him, and move on. They would forgive him, of course they would, but for now -

"You-" they start, unsure of where they were even planning to go from there. It's their turn to pace now, take a few steps away with their back turned, looking at their hands. Oh, no, yes, they are twitching quite a bit now. But how could they not when- They whirl back towards him, fists clenched at their sides. "You demanded him to leave? You? You, who is always looking after everyone in this camp, who is always accepting, always forgiving, always so understanding- but this is when you draw the line? Everyone has their limits, I know, I genuinely, genuinely admire your patience, Puck, it marvels me. But for it to break over this? Jealousy? You claim you're no leader here, but this is a decision you feel you can make? All in the name of protecting me? I'm the exception here and I don't even get a say in the matter."

Their hands are starting to burn, making them flinch. They shove them in their pockets and start pacing again, "Protecting me from someone who hasn't done a thing, might I add. He's been nothing but pleasant. Kind. Everything that you would've liked in anyone else but because I'm involved- You were right, Puck. I am angry. I don't want to be, I really don't. I understand. I would love to just shut up and move on but..." They finally unclench their hands to gesture where they have trouble articulating their feelings. The candle on their desk flashes with a purple light as that familiar sting in the air starts building and they clasp their hands together again to try to quell it.

"You can't do this anymore. I can't... I want to... I'm trying..." They press their fists to their eyes, frustrated at how hard it is to find their words for something so simple. "I am so bad at being around other people, Puck. Making connections. Friends. It is so hard. Ormor is someone I... someone I liked. It was getting easier in his company. I was getting better. I'm trying to be better. This is not helping."

he's still not used to freely looking into someone's eyes. it comes so naturally with iago, but it startles him every time. always gives him a brief second of panic where his gaze darts away before he remembers. this time, it bounces around the tent, almost trying to avoid iago, before giving up. the comfort their eyes provide is hard to resist.

the handkerchief is sweet. a bit useless at the moment as fresh tears well up in his eyes again, but sweet nonetheless. they manage to make him laugh, face leaning into the touch of their cool palm. ❝ sorry, ❞ he mumbles about the snot.

delicately, he reaches out in an invitation to hold their hands, if they'd like. he doesn't touch, waiting for them to take the offer or not on their own. if they allow him, he gives their hands a quick, gentle squeeze. it helps him calm down.

❝ i am almost entirely certain that you will be angry with me, unfortunately. i would be concerned if you weren't. just ⸻ warning you now. ❞ puck pulls his hands back to himself, wipes at his eyes one last time. takes a deep breath as he tries to think of where to begin.

tell them the truth. don't mince words like you try to do in your own head. they deserve to know how ugly you are. they already know that.

puck looks them in the eye again. ❝ i felt threatened by ormor, so i threatened him first. i had thought i was protecting you, but i wasn't. i was being selfish, and it led to him leaving the camp because i demanded that he did. i don't think he intends to come back . . . ❞ his eyebrows furrow. i'm missing something- oh, ❝ ⸻ i did not attack him, to be clear. but i almost did. i know that doesn't make it any better. i'm sorry. i know you like him. ❞ that's the reason why.

❝ i was ⸻ ❞ face red, he averts his gaze again, tail thumping against the ground in irritation. or embarrassment. ❝ i was jealous. ❞

[tsmom1219]

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[wordchanter]

4 Random Deities

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[babyawacs]

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[sleepmusicland-1]

The happiest Girl (English) - 7 (on Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/1330342133-the-happiest-girl-english-7?utm_source=web&utm_medium=tumblr&utm_content=share_reading&wp_uname=sleepmusicland_1&wp_originator=gyauejrjganm984wGT5r4ETa4p9yLg6XPf78m9gdBihcrTwYWyOCg7%2BTGCSpDHGIhKmZ7qMn7udfBjfZDh9O3Psw7K4SwW7JLkXijFnI2%2FGkUaQtuprX4siWxvhOg2CW Ella wakes up in New Orleans, in a cemetery, not just any cemetery, it's the New Orleans cemetery from the series The Originals, soon she realizes that she ended up in the series, the witches want sacrifice her to finally bring the Mikaelsons to their knees. But she seems to have a special bond with Elijah Mikaelson, who persists in her defensiveness to learn more about the woman who appears to have his name on her left wrist. (Remastered version of My Stupid Heart)

[accultant]

Ormor is not at camp when Iago returns for the evening. A note pinned to their tent flap with a silver needle waves sadly in the damp air. The artful handwriting shimmers in the fire light like fresh fallen snow, and it is apparent who has left the note before it is read.

“Dearest Iago,

You have a good brother. He cares very deeply for you and your safety. While discussing matters with him this afternoon, it was decided that the safest place for you was far from me. I hope you will not hold a grudge against him for it. Perhaps he is right. There is little place for one such as I in the world below. I have set out for my companion’s grave. When I have paid my respects, I will return to the mountain. Please keep each other close. You will have need of each other for your coming trials.

Ever yours,

Hvítrbroddhálsormor

PS: I was happy to have had you in my life, though it was for briefest of moments. If you fold the paper as marked on the back, it will yield a most pleasant surprise.”

The pleasant surprise, a beautifully crafted flower after a few folds, the same kind that first introduced Iago to Ormor, was safely tucked into their pocket. They had been holding it, but their fists kept clenching or sparking off periodically so they decided not to risk crushing it while they grumble their way up the mountain.

They don't even know if he'll be there. He said he was going to visit a grave, but Iago didn't know where that was, so to the mountain they found themselves. They don't have a clue how they plan to actually find him. Even if he's back in his form as dragon, rather difficult to miss, it is still a large mountain. And Iago has short legs and minimal stamina.

Hence, the grumbling between misty steps. Turns out, spite and irritation are strong motivators to hike a mountain.

They read the letter no less than twenty times before turning it into a flower. Memorized it. Briefly thought about ripping it up. Felt bad about that.

When they were making the decision to find him, it chilled them how tempting it was to let him leave without a word. Why try? Why chase? Why spend the effort? It was so easy to let something like this happen. It was for the best, probably, they could convince themselves. If there's one thing Iago excels at, it's complacency. Biting their tongue, refusing to feel, sitting with the cards they're dealt.

But that's just the thing, isn't it? They did that for a decade. Longer than that, really. They're so, so tired of doing nothing. Of letting things happen to themselves, to the people around them, and simply shutting down in the face of it all.

And Ormor - kind, gentle, Ormor, has left camp. Left them. It hurts. As much as they don't want to be, they are upset. They have to hold onto that if they want to think themselves a better person. Someone who tries. Someone who wants to care, even if it doesn't come naturally, even if they've long since beaten that out of themselves.

They're out of breath when they finally find him again. "Hvítrbroddhálsormor," ( they had been practicing that one. Their draconic was still rudimentary at best, but they had at least gotten the name down ) they straighten up, brushing away one of the many strands of hair that had fallen in their face, cheeks flushed from the travel. They had all that time to think on the way here, but still couldn't come up with just exactly what to say. Still breathless, they start towards him with an accusatory point and blurt out, "You are a coward."

Rich, coming from you, Iago. Hypocrite.

They flinch at their own rough start and fish the flower out of their cloak. "This-" they huff another breath. "Is the most ridiculous thing I've ever read." Not any better!

"I mean- shit, I'm no good at this-" they double over again with their hands on their knees for a few moments before they wave the letter-turned-flower in his direction. "You could've said goodbye first."

[callmeblake]

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[bloodtwin]

AND HE'S WORRIED ABOUT HOW ormor IS GOING TO TREAT IAGO? LOOK AT URSELF PUSSY BOY.

❝ WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ？！YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THINGS LIKE THAT TO PEOPLE. ❞

❝ that's- that's different. i'm not courting anybody. we're just having fun. i don't care who iago sleeps with, you know. ❞ he does, but he doesn't know that. ❝ just, uh . . . people who will take my place be a life companion for them. i wanna make sure they'll be good to them; i don't see what's wrong with that. ❞