#pls these are all just tycho

[mimir97477906]

scrapped ideas, wips, things that im too lazy to finish,doodles or whatever you make of these

+ my oc with a little spongebob bcz theure very cute ...^_^

[void-botanist]

Pspsps new game + 66 and 45 pls

From this ask game

66. Dictaphone's Lament by Tycho

This one is only on here because I was looking for intros/outros for TFA (I would have gotten to it eventually listening through all of Tycho's stuff but it may not have been on this year's wrapped).

45. Broken Monitors by B. Fleischmann

I also listened to this one for intros/outros - it's been on one of my playlists forever but I forgot that it slapped. But I thought it fit a little scene I've thought about but never written before: Anni sending a video of Dez to Gweltsen, in that sliver of time between Dez being activated and Gweltsen dying. From Gweltsen's perspective:

Anni waved at the camera, and then she was talking past it: “Hey, Dez, do you want to say hi to Gweltsen?” A muffled, “Is Gweltsen here??” “No, I’m recording a video to send to them.” “Oh. Okay.” The camera switched, then panned over to Dez sitting on the floor in a burgundy t-shirt that was several sizes bigger than him. He was half looking over his shoulder, not entirely making an effort to look at the camera. His face was all big round eyes like sideways commas under small round eyebrows, and a little curve of a nose. He raised a hand in greeting, his fingers falling in a natural loose shape. “Hi, Gweltsen.” As soon as he was done speaking, his mouth disappeared again. From out of frame, Anni’s voice: “Do you want to show them what you’re working on?” He held up a green crayon with the smooth point of a bullet. “Sharpening.” He put his hand back down but kept looking at the camera like he was waiting for it to go away. The video ended there. Below it was another message from Anni: he really was just sharpening.

[a-god-in-ruins-rises]

What is a historical event you would like to see turned into a movie?

so many. i'll list a few. and not all of these would necessarily be a movie but maybe a miniseries.

the expedition of the ten thousand. would be an epic adventure film. full stop.

a comedy drama about santa anna. seriously, if you look at him from a certain perspective this dude's life is a comedy. seems like his whole life was just him failing upwards and getting himself in the craziest situations.

syagrius and the kingdom of soissons. it's little detail about this so there's a lot of room for artistic license but i think it's an interesting setting. the last remnant of the roman empire in gaul, alone surrounded by enemies.

honestly, anything pirate. i love pirates and there is a lack of good pirate movies. i'll take anything but i'd love to see something about henry avery and the ganj-i-sawai.

the peloponnesian war, especially the sicilian expedition and all that drama. probably better as a miniseries.

literally so much about rome. from the gracchus brothers and their land reforms to sulla and his civil war to aurelian and the palmyrene empire.

bleeding kansas. probably a good miniseries.

the war of roses. miniseries. i mean, it inspired game of thrones. come on.

so many colonial america things. king philip's war, the plundering times, the merrymount drama, etc.

lewis and clark expedition. again probably better as a miniseries.

vikings colonizing america.

robert matthews and his little kingdom. or, alternatively, joseph smith and the mormons and their journey across the country.

biopics about various figures: cesare borgia, da vinci, hypatia, tycho brahe, lorenzo de medici, robert guiscard, john hawkwood, oleg of kiev, alexander hamilton, eleanor of aquitaine, justinian, abd al-rahman i, philip the good, charles martel and pepin the short and so so so many more.

oh you know what i've always wanted? a miniseries about jesus' followers after his death. i wanna see all the internal politics and competing theologies of all his disciples. then i want it to culminate in the jewish-roman war and the destruction of the temple.

a good movie about the politics and intrigue of the french revolution, especially the reign of terror.

munster rebellion.

i think some mass migrations could be interesting. like the proto-indo-european migrations (so many options), the sea peoples (it's probably a mass migration and little is known so lots of artistic license), or the germanic migrations (follow the visigoths and their internal power struggles as they march across europe), or even the alans (going all the way from central europe to north africa? wild).

coal wars.

war of the league of cambrai.

abbasid revolution.

a horror loosely inspired by whatever was happening at herxheim.

columbus discovering, exploring, and governing the new world.

fourth crusade.

the constitutional convention (pls).

horror loosely inspired by roanoke colony.

i can keep going but you get the idea.

[chaosbcund]

*:･ﾟ✧ anyway id like to personally thank everyone who supports what ive done for this boy and not following canon nor fanon for him, as it’s really not an easy thing. but y’all allow me to run rampant with my ideas for him that canon writers are too cowardly to do themselves, and i really appreciate it! it’s really important to me. so thank you!

*:･ﾟ✧ but i also wanna thank those who just... treat him like they should, both ic and ooc. a living super form on fucking crack is not something to simply play around with or doubt, and i really appreciate those who acknowledge that! but also, those who acknowledge how unpredictable and downright terrifying he can be. responding to his personality n mood switches, especially his scarier ones (like when actually being serious), make me really happy bc its something that should be responded to. ik muses getting used to it in a general sense happens and thats okay! but he’s unpredictable for a reason--- if he’s suddenly talking smooth and making total sense, while still being as threatening as ever, it really should not just be shrugged off.

*:･ﾟ✧ tldr thank u guys for letting me go feral with writing him as well as just appreciating and acknowledging what ive done for him! canon and fanon be damned.

[s1lentsnip3r-a]

SO. I’ve been wanting to make one of these for a LONG TIME, but i’m horrifically bad at making these sort of sappy posts because i always forget to mention a few people when I do - but I have to do this because i’m bored and it’s 2 am and i can’t sleep.

First of all, thank you all so much for following me on all my sonic blogs. I had a rough time getting acclimated into the sonic rp fandom at first because years and years of ‘bad sonic ocs’ honestly kind of scared me away from the roleplaying side on tumblr, but then the more i dabbled into it the more i started to like it. I ended up finding people who wrote the characters better than the games themselves, and OC’s better than anything I could possibly find on something like deviantart or... god forbid any other notorious furry site.

So I wanted to make this post as a big thank-you to several members of the community who’ve made my time spent here a fucking blast and have given me all the encouragement I need to continue writing and developing the characters I write on all these blogs. I also wanna take a moment to mention a couple of people I think inspire me to stay in this community? Because good god, some of you are fucking incredible.

Mentions below the cut.

@dieviskais / @solfading & @ofsoleanna (AND ALL OF P.P’S OTHER BLOGS) & @exignium (AND ALL OF CWOW’S OTHER BLOGS) @two-fluffy-tails & literally just the entire battle bus server bc wow there are a lot of u. : Thank u all so much for providing me with a nice place to hang out and talk about serious and dumb stuff with, thank u for all the laughs and moments we shared together on call, and sincerely thank u for all the fun fucking threads we’ve had as well as the shitposts we’ve endured together. I love each and every one of u, don’t u forget it.

@antibadnik & @fortruechaos & @chaoslent : rain, ren, aura, every time we interact with each other its either the heaviest shit or something completely fucking wack, and honestly, i’m all for it. All of the threads I’ve had with yall have been an absolute blast to write and i’m so happy I get to spend time with you all in the little group chat we have. I know Aura hasn’t been around but i’m still gonna shittalk her and say that you three (aura included u can FIGHT ME) have writing that honestly makes me so fucking elated to read every time i see you guys on my dash. you all write so gd well and i can’t help but go through our threads every now and again and find things that i love about the way you portray your characters. thank u all so much for existing.

@pistolbitten : Tycho gets one all to himself because i said so. Dude, you and I have been writing for a LONG ASS TIME. Been a few years now and you and I have seriously been plotting some of the most dopest shit i could ever imagine. A lot of the times when I plot things they dont usually happen because the plot is either forgotten about or processed and refined into something completely different, but every time you and i think about shit we just HOP ON THAT and start milking every last bit of it out and honestly? I fucking love that. You have such good writing and the way you’ve written every character i’ve seen you write has been absolutely incredible and honestly I’m honored I even get to call you a friend. You’re such a talented dude and I really hope I can meet you IRL one day so we can just hang out and shitpost all over the place. Love ya’ dude, stay strong <3

@masterprotector / @skyfcx : Aaron, aaron, aaron. where do i even fucking begin with u. You mother fucker. You and I have such good history writing characters that mesh so fucking well with each other. Spark and Rosalina? Whisper and rosalina? Whisper and Knuckles? Proxy and Knuckles? NEO AND ROSALINA? TIKAL AND KNUCKLES? LIKE DUDE. You write so fucking well and every time I see you active on my dash it’s like a breath of fresh air. I’m so glad you’re in this community because you shine a light on me every time I feel like reading something that’ll either tear me apart or make me laugh. You write  your characters so damn well and I’m extremely glad you consider me that much of a friend. Thank u for indulging me on all of my ridiculous shit <33

@chaosbcrne & @heroquills : You two are like two peas in a fucking pod. I love the dynamic between sonic and shadow and i love how much you two have developed both characters since I first started following you. Seeing you both on my dash always makes me happy because you two always seem so eager to contribute to dash shenanigans and add another layer of icing onto an already sweet cake. Having you in this community is a fucking blast and I’m really thankful yall exist. Much love to the two of you and your excellent takes on both characters <3

OKAY MY FUCKING EYES ARE GETTING TIRED NOW so i’m gonna end it off here, but just know that if we’re mutuals i appreciate you so very fucking much. If I had the patience I’d tag every other one of you and include you in a nice long list of people i’ve come to admire in this community, but for now just accept my fucking love because yall are the reason i’m even still in this community at all. YOU KNOW WHO YOU ARE. IF YOU’VE INDULGED ME IN THE PAST CHANCES ARE I LOVE YOU.

nevermind fuck it i’m tagging a few of yall i can think of right off the bat AGAIN IM SORRY IF I FORGET ANY BUT LIKE... ITS 2 AND IM TIRED PLS DONT BE OFFENDED

@team-phantom @fishing-purple-cat @lnfinitc @lightdash @lunafading @chaosblcst @wrld-heroes @enrichedheart @rosehammcr @projectlightfox @the-twinventors @anaerchy @atangledfate @debasxrr @fastest-hedgy-sonic @glittcrngcld @hoverskates @xochimili @bunniedrabbot @ncvabcrn @two-evil-tails

OKAY THATS IT GOODNIGHT FOLKS. LOVE U

[littleandroidwrites]

send “mix tape” for my muse to make a list of 5 songs that they think explain how they feel for your muse..... hey, do it for anyone who inspires u pls then I have playlists to write to ;)

you sneaky cunt ... i’m gonna do 3 song playlists :) for so many :) ty 

BEAU x TYCHO

1. Trippin’ - Sir Sly

Whose house is this? What party did I end up inside? Across the room you’re standing like a vision of lightI really wanna taste you, baby I should get your nameI really wanna know youLike now, I really wanna know youYou got me hooked 

2. Dirty Car - Studio Killers 

I wish you’d be as dirty as my carI could be your ride tonightI may not be worthy of your heartBut I’ll make you feel alright

3. Tokyo Drifting - Glass Animals & Denzel Curry

Suck smoke in his ‘40, windows upHe rolls like he really doesn’t give a fuckDrug lust and two packets in your pocketDisco dust hits your nose like a rocketOh now you’re letting go Heart beating faster, feet pushing on the floorAin’t nothing better

RHEA x SMITH

1. All the Ways (Branchez Remix) - Wet 

Can I give you what you need? Can I give you what you need?I feel myself closing upI don’t ever wanna leave you, I never wanna be alone againBut every time I see you I think of all the ways that this could end

2. Pedestal - Phantogram

Cause I was in love with youIs that what you’re supposed to do?When I put you on this pedestalIs that what you’re supposed to do? We could hide underneath all the coversYou know reality’s just cold without each otherBut lucid dreams that we can’t discoverWe can’t pretend that we see the same colours

3.  Under the Sun - Highasakite

I’ve lost my faithYou seem glad to see me come undoneSay it isn’t that hard, no matter what you sayIt’s sounding like a lieSave a place for me under the sunAnd say it isn’t that hard

ROMAN x DOUGGIE 

1. Tootimetootimetootime - The 1975

You wet my eyesBut I don’t mind itI tell you lies But it’s only sometimesYou pick a fight,And I’ll define it 

2. Never Tear Us Apart - The National

Don’t ask me what you know is trueI don’t have to tell you I love your precious heartI, I was standing, you were thereTwo worlds colliding And they could never tear us apart 

3. Nebraska - Oh Wonder

And there’s so many ways to leave a personAnd I wouldn’t wanna do ‘emBut somehow you, you cut me looseSo many ways to leave a personCan’t do it to you

JANE x TRISTAN

1. Won’t You Call Me - Agnes Obel 

Lay down where the air stands stillWhere the moonlight fills up your eyes I don’t even know what’s on your mind Oh, won’t you call, won’t you call meWhere the seconds are dancing For the sake of my sanity 

2. Adore You - Jessie Ware

I’ve never been so sureIf you want to, you can tell everybodyI think I'm falling for youAnd I know that I adore youAdore you, I adore you, I adore you

3. Sanctuary - Joji

If you’ve been waiting for falling in loveBabe you don’t have to wait on meCause I’ve been aiming for heaven above,But an angel ain’t what I needNot anyone, you’re the one, more than funYou’re the sanctuary

KYLE x LITA

1. Need Your Love - Gryffin, Seven Lions & Noah Kahan

I need your loveTo give me hope when I can’t breatheI need your love To lift me up when I am weakAnd I hate every part of meI need your love to set me freeI need your love

2. Least That I Could Do - Plested 

You’re worth more than everything I gotI’m falling apart to keep it together next to youI swear that I’d die just to keep you alive‘Cause darling that’s the least that I could do

3. Oblivion (feat. Sia) - Labrinth 

Box me ‘round the ears, my darlingOnly you can bring relief my dearCrush me with your love, adore meI wanna be, be in oblivion Need you to knock me out

[cyanidas]

Pls get into Penny Arcade Adventures: a summary

I killed the creators it's my city now

here's the setting;

1920s lovecraftian horror comedy-to-tragedy with Sherlock Holmes undertones and gay subtext that for the purpose of my rendition I'm making explicit

Plot synopsis;

You play as Yourself. You live in a nice suburb, nice home, on Desperation Street, in New Arcadia - a fucked up city with a power imbalance. A giant robot just crushed your house and 2 weird guys are chasing after it, so you pick up your rake and start swinging at tinier robots, which also just suddenly appeared. You crave vengeance. You also team up with the guys to take down a few gods and it all goes downhill from there.

Game one: d--k jokes galore + f-ck mimes

Game two: comedic torture + f-ck ableists and rich people

Game three: the world ends + we meet some badasses, Gabe gets a cape

Game four: HELL WE'RE UNDER HELL also you're playing pokemon the whole game too

Characters;

You! You're blunt, snarky, and rightfully pissed that you're now homeless because of a stupid robot. You stop at nothing and you are so, so tired.

Tycho Brahe. A respectable guy who no one respects, majored in Apocalyptics, always on his toes, has a very leaderly aura. He's smart, kinda dorky, but probably cares about a well-read book more than a human life. He uses guns.

Jonathan Gabriel. I only draw him as kinda burly so that's all you're gonna get. The dumbass who gets pegged and probably thinks gender is a myth (he's right). He's silly, imo he's autistic-coded and I for one identify with that, and he's always down for a good brawl.

Anne-Claire. A sweet little girl in a pretty pink dress who is a mechanical genius, has shitty parents, and loves scientists and getting her hands on tech. She's Tycho's niece and helps you beef up your weapons.

Jim! He's a skull in a jar of green goo, and talks too much.

Moira. Tycho's ex fiancé? Wife? Girlfriend? Shrugs. She's a detective who also wields guns, hates Tycho so much, but sticks around because the world's is falling apart. She's pretty cool but only shows up in the 2nd half.

There's many more. That's only a chip off the gold block.

Pros;

Watching the descent from comedy into tragedy is one hell of a ride you will not wanna miss. It makes you go thru fridge horror thinking of all the implications when comparing 1 and 2, to 3 and 4.

The plot twist still gets me and I've been a fan for years. Don't trust the Narrator. That's all i wanna say.

The creators had little to say for the 3rd and 4th games, so in comparison they're better written and the difference is noticeable.

You get to beat up rich people

If you make fanart or fanfic, it will be noticed by the whole fandom

The games have f-ck all to do with the comics, god bless

Cons;

The fandom is 3 people big 😔

Fuck the creators

The plot of 2 is a little over the line of offensive, taking place in an asylum. It's overlooked if you consider that the enemies are all brainwashed, but if it's still bothersome then it's easily ignored.

If you don't like homeless jokes?? I guess avoid this

Grinding sucks d--k and 3 and 4 drag on forever because of this. The songs will get so annoying. I will kill Fish Force with my bare hands.

The games cost money :(

In conclusion;

Please play the games we're begging you. Pirate them or something idc

If not then me and @diredevilrulz are working on a cut-down letsplay of all the games. Still trucking along tho.

If you enjoy Flux Buddies, especially S4, or Ao Oni - then you'll definitely love this series. It's a trip. It really is.

[emmelfish]

Free to Good Home – CURIOUS SPAWN

(A 300 Follower Special)

Truth-seekers and secret-hunters, gather around! Strangetown’s mysteries may have long been solved – after all, TS2 has been in existence for over 15 years at this point – but I wanted to take the opportunity to pay tribute to the ’hood that got me into Sim Storytelling in the first place and give you some basegame-based gifts for gifting me with 300 followers.

Sure, sure, I could have included my Tycho, but friends – y’all games begin with a Tycho. Everybody got a Tycho. So instead, I’m gifting you these Curious babies I’m especially proud of. Three sets of parents, five kids, and I’m pretty sure you can guess their parentage just by looking at them.

Additional bonus is that you haven’t met a single one of them yet because my posts haven’t caught up with my gameplay. So... surprise?

Downloads and infos beneath le cut! Use Clean Installer pls!

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Holy neat points on these kiddos, Batman.

Upon playing Strangetown for the first time, not only are you greeted with Pascal as a cosmic-parent-in-waiting but you’re strongly encouraged to send eternal Middle Child Vidcund to the telescope where he’ll be blessed with his own green bundle of joy. In my game, I’d already installed a multi-PT mod... so Vid’s spawn I believe are the product of PT#7.

Holmes Curious

Sloppy/Neat: 10

Shy/Outgoing: 6

Lazy/Active: 2

Serious/Playful: 7

Grouchy/Nice: 7

Hobby: Cuisine

Aspiration: Romance

When Vidcund developed his stupid crush on Cassandra Goth in my game, he probably walked all the way to Pleasantview and drank its cursed water, because he had TWINS. I promise I didn’t do this to punish him. Holmes is lucky enough to have inherited the pointy PT#7 ears and was named for a comet. He actually grew into that pink-streaked hair as a toddler, and I couldn’t let it go. He pretty much has Vid’s exact face and much like his father, looks for love in all the wrong places (but UNLIKE his father, those plentiful nice points mean Holmes is vaguely successful on the dating scene). He plans to combine his family’s love of science and his own love of food into a Molecular Gastronomy career.

Download Holmes Curious

Halley Curious

Sloppy/Neat: 10

Shy/Outgoing: 3

Lazy/Active: 0

Serious/Playful: 10

Grouchy/Nice: 9

Hobby: Cuisine

Aspiration: Pleasure

While her twin focuses on sauce spherification and deconstructed goopy carbonara, Halley just wants to give the world a big hug with a massive plate of homemade cookies. Like her bro she too was named after a comet, and is at her happiest curled up on the sofa watching The Great Simlish Bake Off or in front of her own oven, baking up a storm (and cleaning up after herself at every stage even though it exhausts her). She’s not the most confident, but perhaps doing work experience at J’Adore Bakery will help her come out of her shell. She dreams of being whisked away on a romantic voyage to Champs Les Sims to eat pastries and bread and drink wine before noon... but needs to pluck up the courage to ask somebody on a date first. Once she does, the lucky sim will realize just what a catch Halley is when they get to know her – fiercely loyal and belly-achingly funny.

Download Halley Curious

Quest Beaker-Curious

Sloppy/Neat: 6

Shy/Outgoing: 4

Lazy/Active: 2

Serious/Playful: 9

Grouchy/Nice: 5

Hobby: Games

Aspiration: Knowledge

Skintone: Between S2 and S3

You KNOW that face is unmistakable, right? Of course that’s Lazlo’s son, he even grew up into purple clothes without me doing anything for crying out loud. But pray tell, where do those twinkling green eyes come from? Yep, Quest’s the result of one of my favorite new pairings! And with Erin and Lazlo for parents, of course we’re evolving from Vidcund’s slightly-silly-but-still-somewhat-socially-acceptable kid-naming scheme to all out ludicrousness. I legit lifted ‘Quest’ from a website called something like Hippy Baby Names. Cute as a button and a barrel of laughs to boot, much more comfortable interacting online than in person, I’m genuinely impressed that he’s relatively capable of keeping a... fairly tidy living space when his genetics held him at a massive disadvantage. Most likely destined for the Gaming or Game Development career – in the meantime he co-runs a rather popular Twitch channel with his cousin Jack. Will beat you at both Solitaire and Hearthstone.

Download Quest Beaker-Curious

Anaïs Beaker-Curious

Sloppy/Neat: 0

Shy/Outgoing: 9

Lazy/Active: 2

Serious/Playful: 6

Grouchy/Nice: 9

Hobby: Arts & Crafts

Aspiration: Popularity

Skintone: Between S2 and S3

Narrowly escaped being named Moonunit at my SO’s suggestion (who, fun fact, also came up with the name Anaïs). Just... if you let this sim into your game, you’re gonna need a maid. In sharp contrast to her cousins, ya girl is a complete slob. Maybe one day I’ll have her share an apartment with her cousin Halley, and between Halley’s 0 active points and Anaïs’ 0 neat points, we’ll see if literally anything gets done (apart from cookie-baking and clay-sculpting... girls, please don’t accidentally mix those two doughs up). Much more extroverted than her bro Quest, she’s also far more of a people person than he is. (Jeez, the majority of these Curious kids are hella nice, right?) Her natural hair color is her mother’s blonde, but I thought I’d have a bit of fun and dye it lilac for her. Fun fact: Sims 3 Erin’s favorite color is violet, Lazlo wears a violet T-shirt, you do the maths. (Let’s just ignore Vid’s love of African violets shall we.) If she had the remotest liking of physical activity she might be a surfer girl, but instead she just loves wearing shells and Salt Rock clothing. Enjoys making busts that look like that creepy Lionel Richie one in the ‘Hello’ video. 

Download Anaïs Beaker-Curious

Jack Smith

Sloppy/Neat: 7

Shy/Outgoing: 6

Lazy/Active: 2

Serious/Playful: 10

Grouchy/Nice: 10

Hobby: Games

Aspiration: Family

(That’s my half-hearted attempt at making it look like Jack took a selfie.) It’s always a gamble when you give PT#9 and Jenny Smith (née Curious) a genetically correct kid. Will they even have a nose? Will their cheekbones poke peoples’ eyes out? Well I truly struck gold with Jack, who has the best of both wonderful worlds. Frequently to be found in the butt-groove of a beanbag embroiled in Fortnite battles with Quest (Quest ‘5 nice points’ talks fairly gentle smack on his headset while Jack cringes and apologizes for him), he’s inherited both parents’ Family aspiration and adores being at home with the entire massive extended clan (also Jen and PT have like 5 dogs at this point). Probably the kind of kid who comes home from college to do a bit of laundry and ends up staying the whole weekend. He’s easily the most fun of the Smith kids, and his maxed out nice points mean he is truly too pure for this world. Please look after him, Johnny and Jill can only protecc him so much.

Download Jack Smith

[hcrofraid]

@pistolbitten asked: throws my url in and does a pose.            

Send me your URL… // accepting!

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I... do not remember being this attached to Nack before, tbh. He was sort of just a character that was there and I was like: “neat”. But all these super cool rpers made him grow on me aND IDK HOW TO FEEL - How they play them: FREAKING... how is nack played? no fam n ack does the playing. tycho’s posts live and BREATHE Nack the Weasel and I’m freaking living for them. There’s so much intricate lore and thought to this boio and nothing quite delights me like seeing such passion and care taken into a muse. Nack is an absolute jerk but it’s written endearingly in a way? I CAN’T DESCRIBE IT, MAN. HIS IC STUFF JUST... RILES ME UP  AND SIMULTANEOUSLY GIVES ME LIFE. and man i could scream about his dynamics with other characters for D A Y S. tycho delivers quality interactions and they’re always a joy to read. The Mun: TYCHO... IM LOV U... ur so passionate about your boy and you’ve made me passionate abt him too, tbh. you’re so cool and so friendly and have a lit sense of humor! I love LOVE bouncing ideas back and fourth with you: you’re super talented and creative bean and !! you deserve !! HAPPINESS !! good mun, this has been a psa.

Do I:

RP with them: YES... very much. the dynamic with our muses is just !! PERF. i love and adore all our threads, and look forward to doing stuff with all that plotting <3 Want to RP with them: ALWAYS.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: tycho is super cool, talented, and loves their muse a lot ( and it really SHOWS! ) , so you should go love them too. pls do.

[redshirtontherock]

Wrote this up as a narrative battle report for my first game of 40K, a 35 PL game between me and a local friend at his house the other day.  Some creative liberties were taken with this report, and with some of the characters/personages involved, but it was a 19-19 stalemate that turned around really sharply in the second half.  (SNIPERS, ARGH - !) It was a great game, an awesome test drive for the Eldar I've been working on this summer.  Drakehide's war journal continues, now with a healthy dose of fear of and respect for my friend's Blood Angels!

I'Tarma Edain is mine, Tyrynna (le Farseer) belongs to @staircaseelf​, and everything else belongs to Games Workshop.

“I know without question that on this day, at the time I have just told you, we must be at this point,” Farseer Tyrynna spoke, her warp-touched, gray-violet visage turning towards me and her intense violet eyes lingering on me in particular for a few seconds.   In this particular briefing for the civilian Guardians, I'd been vocal in my opposition to this plan, even moreso than usual.  “We must secure this point,” she insisted, firmly, solemnly.

Despite my irritation at Tyrynna's instructions, I did not think her misguided or mad – she has yet to ever lead our band of strays and outcasts wrong, and I suspect even now that there was a wisdom or a foresight in the course she has set us upon that will make itself clear in time.

Looking around, shortly following our arrival through the webway gate, I scoffed to myself, peeling my helmet off for a moment and inspecting my surroundings.

Why did we even want this point?

Certainly, if the location was of such critical importance, one of the Craftworlds could have intervened.  Most of the Guardians of the I'tarma Edain waystation hailed from Craftworld Ulthwé, and surely they had Guardians and Wraith warriors in numbers more than enough to seize such an isolated, empty place.  The terrain was scorched, littered with old human transports and discarded drop pods, which had made skyfall years, perhaps even decades ago.  Everything was broken, and the air around us was dry, hot, and arid.  

The force we'd committed might have seemed only a handful, but it is what I'tarma Edain had to spare, and I do not say this lightly as the life of even a single Guardian is precious and valuable.  We advanced, two complements of Guardians and one of Howling Banshees, with my squad deployed in a Wave Serpent transport I had recently cobbled together from the remaining parts of three or four others.  I pride myself on my honor as a Guardian first in all things, but my capacity for engineering is a close, glorious second.

Warlocks Chelmin and Micha accompanied us, with Micha attached to my squad as usual.  She stood a little shorter than the average Eldar, but I knew her strength, endurance and spirit in battle were not to be judged by her size.  I leaned into the cockpit area, just in time to see the pilot motion to the instruments, and then forward.

“I've got something -” he called out, the communications systems of the Wave Serpent open to the rest of the force's leadership – to the Warlocks, the Farseer, Exarch Doran, and Angmar, who led the second squad of Guardians.  I scanned the holographic display that shimmered to life, as did the pilot, and we could see that there were a single team of what appeared to be six human space marines in red and gold armor deployed to the far side of the battle-ravaged gorge that we stood within.  Further ahead of them, having moved into what they considered clever cover, no doubt, were five more of the marines, more lightly-armored scouts.  Behind them lumbered a single, solitary dreadnaught, towering at a respectable height for such a machination but smaller than a Wraithlord or Wraithknight would stand, by far.

“Six marines in the back, five forward and to our right, and a dreadnaught with them,” he continued, sounding sobered at the sight.

“Of course,” I heard Farseer Tyrynna sigh through my headset, in what almost sounded like a vague “I-thought-so.”

“I suppose this is where we get out,” I noted dryly.

“It is,” Tyrynna responded in an equally dry tone, and no sooner did she speak the words than the ramp lowered, and Warlock Micha began abrasively ushering our group towards it, Wraithblade in hand.

“Mon'keigh,” spat the pilot of the transport, under his breath, scowling at the sight.  I paused despite myself, and moved to place my hand on his shoulder, calling his attention.

“Dangerous to dismiss them as such,” I remarked, a little gravely, “As dangerous as to dismiss a charging ork at your door.  Primitive as we might perceive them, they are a threat to us and we should meet them accordingly.”

And meet them with basic respect, I thought to myself, though I did not speak this aloud.  At the very least.

“Perhaps one of these days they'll surprise you,” I called out, moving to retrieve the hovering Shuriken Cannon platform that was my charge. (I have dubbed it “Alta Nast Rodyn,” and no, you probably do not want to know what that means translated from its original Aeldari.) Little did I know how regretfully right my words would prove to be, and the humbling shock that the superhuman warriors were about to deliver us.

The pilot, all the same, scoffed a little as I moved to the ramp. “There's twelve of them -” he remarked, as if this presented a self-evident point. Grimly, and not responding, I headed down the ramp.

“I want the big one,” Doran called out, with a grin, his smooth voice through the headset altogether in disparity with the ear-piercing, baleful cry that his Banshee mask emitted.

“We know, Doran,” responded Warlocks Micha and Chelmin in eerie unison.

“I hate it when they do that,” I murmured to myself, taking my position with the rest of the group near the transport from which we had disembarked.

Our orders were to dispatch the scouts at the front and seize their cover.  We accomplished this with ease.  We felt a sense of deep clarity and focus, which I recognized as our Farseer either psionically guiding our hands or willing misery and doom down upon our enemy.  In either case, they fell under a rain of glowing shuriken fire with such ease that I wondered if perhaps I was going to have to eat my words, when next I met the pilot of the Wave Serpent.  Not that I was complaining about how well we were doing so far.

We did not lose a single Guardian to them, as we made our way towards the old, rusted barricade they had been crouched behind, claiming it as our own.  Almost half the humans' number had already fallen. Despite my general vigilance in such matters, even I felt confident and assured of our victory.

This is roughly when several unfortunate things happened in unison.  Very unfortunate things.  Sparks flew up from the barricade at a ricochet, and then a moment later a shot felled a Guardian standing to my left, which caused me to grimace deeply.  As I suspected, we had underestimated them, and underestimated their numbers.

“More scouts,” I called out over my headset, training my Shuriken Cannon on what was...surely the most obvious cover in the distance, an old Chaos cult shrine, with numerous windows and open passageways, easily the sort of place where we'd have placed Rangers ahead of us, had I'tarna Edain any to avail of.  The pilot of the Wave Serpent spotted them before I did, moving in and trying to light up the structure and its various windows and doorways with shuriken fire.  In the strobing light of the shuriken fire I saw two, then three, then four of the scouts fall, and while I breathed some relief at this I also knew that if they had managed to hide one additional unit of scouts, for all we knew there could be  more in hiding, many more.

Little did I realize that while we were occupied with the scouts, Exarch Doran and the Howling Banshees from his Aspect shrine had rushed forward, into a full-blown charge at the remaining six visible marines, and the dreadnaught.

“Doran - !” snapped the Farseer.

“I told you, I want the big one - !” Doran called out, with an audible, manic brawler’s grin in his tone, which...to be fair, was absolutely what any of us could have or should expected from Doran.

The third unfortunate thing which happened almost in unison was that even as they started to charge forward, their power swords raised high, a few scattered Howling Banshees were cut down by more sniper fire, at an angle that should have been impossible for any of scouts in the Chaos shrine still pinned down by the Wave Serpent.  I scowled, about to warn the others, but Warlock Micha had already beaten me to it.

“They have more scouts, to the left, behind the dreadnaught - !” she called out, “What do we do - ?”

There was quiet for a few seconds and while I didn't understand the words, or recognize the name, the Farseer's next statement was chilling to me, and to my companions as well.

“Tycho,” Tyrynna remarked slowly, “Captain Erasmus Tycho is here -”

The name meant nothing to me, but I knew especially in tandem with the sniper fire raining down on us, and the sight of the now-advancing dreadnaught lumbering towards the hovering Wave Serpent nearby, that the name couldn't be a good omen in the least.

Meeting the dreadnaught head-on was Exarch Doran and the group of Banshees he led, his Executioner axe a blur as he spun it, cleaving deftly and methodically into the joints and the hard-points of the lumbering mech.  My heart leapt with hope for a moment, but then sank as the dreadnaught, seeming to effortlessly absorb the impacts, moved a lumbering fist to slam down next to Doran, crushing one of his battle-sisters in a sickening instant.  If anything, Doran's assault only intensified at this, and with a  howl the rest of the Banshees joined him, unleashing a torrent of pistol fire and sword-blows on the titan – not that, save for the occasional cut of Doran's axe, they seemed to do much at all to damage it.  

The leader of the marines – who I presumed to be this “Captain Tycho” - rather than opening fire on Doran and his Aspect Warriors moved, to my surprise, to charge in close, answering the power swords and the assault of the Howling Banshees with bladed weapons of their own. Despite greater numbers, Doran's sisters fell one by one, overwhelmed by the force of these monstrous, nine-foot humans, Tycho and his nearby Lieutenant being the most ferocious of them all.  

“Doran, get out of there - !” our Farseer snapped, anger masking a dread in her tone as we watched the Exarch's forces wane.

“Not until -” Doran rasped, the signal from his helmet crackling and spitting static, “- big one - !”

It was only Doran, before long, left standing, in what seemed to be a hurricane of blades, of red and gold armor, of monstrous humans raining pummeling blows down on him.  As he disappeared beneath a pile of them in melee, one last glimmering strike of the Executioner cut through, and...we gasped in surprise, exhaling in relief as we watched smoke pour from the marines' dreadnaught as it finally dropped to the ground, motionless and damaged to the point of inoperability.

“Yes - !” I exclaimed, grinning brightly, for a moment my focus shifted from my targets in the Chaos ruins, “He did it - !”

The Wave Serpent was coming about as well, moving to try and strike the marines from behind, circling past the ruins it had bombarded.  With both of our Guardian squads to one side, and the shielded Wave Serpent to the other, I was sure once more that victory was in our reach.  The marines numbered only two as our Farseer rained down psionic, smiting strikes against the rest – only Tycho and the Lieutenant remained, and they seemed half-beaten.

I turned my gaze towards the Farseer, who was staying close to Angmar's Guardian squad, when my blood ran cold.  

“Farseer - !” Micha called out in alarm, and dread, as we beheld a spray of blood pouring from a torso wound that had cut through Tyrynna.  One of the snipers had found their mark, and our leader was wounded, taken out of the fight.  Angmar, who knew where her first duty was in this fight, dove back towards the Farseer, dragging her into cover. Chelmin, still directing the Guardian squad, had them advance, firing everything they had towards the remaining pair of marines – Shuriken Catapults, Bright Lances, even Chelmin's own Singing Spear, all of it.

I watched in horror as strike after strike landed, making virtually no difference in the fight at all.  Even the Bright Lance seemed only to glance Tycho's armor – even a tank-killing weapon seeming hopelessly outmatched against the might of this human.  Before our eyes, where there had been a full complement of Guardians there were only three left, and the last of those were cut down trying to break free of Tycho.  Chelmin's spear finally found its mark, piercing and pinning the Lieutenant, but no sooner did she fell the Lieutenant than she was struck, blown back, and knocked to the ground like a ragdoll by another of Tycho's attacks.

There was still the Wave Serpent!  Surely Tycho couldn't manage an entire Wave Serpent by himself -

Missile fire rained out of the chaos ruins.  Despite the sheer volume of shuriken fire we had unloaded into the ruins, that I had personally rained down into the ruins with my “Alta Nast Rodyn,” we had missed one of the scouts.  Apparently, the scout had a missile launcher.  Quaint.  The Wave Serpent was bombarded from the back by missile fire, from the front by Tycho who was taking new cover, and it crumpled under the assault, bursting into flames. I had just fixed that Wave Serpent - !

We traded blows, firing back and forth from across barricades, Tycho and his scouts against myself, Micha, and the squad of Guardians I was attached to.  Our numbers gradually, slowly, started to dwindle, and despite all my earlier confidence I was sure that if the fighting in this quagmire went on much longer we would be routed and slain, one and all.  To my surprise, some...unknown aim in this conflict had either been achieved or abandoned by both sides, the long shooting match ending in a stalemate as both sides seemed to slide back into a retreat.  

I had one more deed that needed to be done.  I passed my Shuriken Cannon off to one of my comrades with instructions to run it back, and before Micha could make a vocal, abrasive protest against my course I ran down the center of the field on my own, Shuriken Catapult still shouldered, trying to dig through the ruins, wreckage, and debris for some sign of Doran's spirit stone.  Micha, it turns out, was too busy retrieving her partner Chelmin to pay my actions any mind.

Slain though Doran may have been, if his soul or the souls of his sisters could be retrieved through their stones, there still might be hope that they be saved from She Who Thirsts -

There was motion beneath one of the crumpled dreadnaught's arms, and I hauled on it, pulling the limb back with all my strength, spotting Exarch Doran crushed beneath – easily with a few broken bones, the Wraithbone armor shattered in places, but...truthfully, I have seen Doran in worse shape.  I peeled back the Banshee mask, to check his condition, and he looked up at me with a grin of bloodied teeth, a split lip, and a bruise around one eye.  

“Did I get the big one - ?” he asked, deliriously.

“Yes, Doran, you got the big one,” I answered dumbly, just trying to shut him up for now so that I could get him clear of the carnage.  Taking him, and a handful of spirit stones that I could find, I raised him over my shoulder, starting the rush back towards the wounded Farseer and the rest of our retreat, seeming only by some grace of some unknown god to be spared from sniper fire as I did so.  Out of the corner of my eye, I could see Captain Tycho in the center of the field as well, pulling out the spear that had crippled his own Lieutenant, and dragging him off to safety as well.  Whether he'd seen me or not, to this day I do not know.

Truth be told, I know precious little about Erasmus Tycho, about his “Blood Angels”, or about Tyrynna's aims.  I do not know why it was critical that we be in just this place at just this time.  I trust in the foresight of our Farseer, yet it grieves me that dozens of precious Aeldari lives were lost, especially among Doran and Angmar's companies.  Mine made it out with only half our number intact – and we were the lucky ones.

What little I do know, and what I take away from the bloodbath on that jagged plain, is that I'll not be dismissing humans as “Mon'keigh” or primitive anytime soon.  That condescending dismissal in itself gives them a power over us, and encourages Aeldari in their pride and confidence towards ruin.  Where we have millenia of experience, trial and error, they have a foxlike cunning and stubborn tenacity that should not be overlooked.  Our lack of respect and healthy caution for them has cost us dearly.

I'tarma Edain grieves, and I return to my work, and my path.  The Wave Serpents in the hangar aren't going to rebuild themselves.

Bron “Drakehide”

- Shuriken Cannon gunner, “Emberwing” Guardian Squad, I'tarma Edain waystation

(While not actual Aeldari language, “Alta Nast Rodyn” roughly translates in Tolkien elvish to “Big Dick Energy,” if you really wanted to know.)