#poor terra

[elimaybeafish]

Someone needs to make a not like us animactic or parody of Grayson (and the titans and batfam) just shiting on slade

[ymayonaka]

The idea of Xehanort and eraqus actually adopting Terra when he was just a kid it's actually so funny to me, because imagine you hear your dads fight but actually this is like a falsettos situation where they only fight as a form of foreplay and then they get divorced, but you're still a kid so you don't know if they're gonna make you play outside or if they're being fr

[beedrws]

oc posting yayaya

[writingestexplorer]

A while back I bought this on Ebay. It's an album made by someone (I'm imagining a boy scout but given its appeal here it may have been a middle-aged woman) with some pretty fragile original press clippings and handwritten notes. I got it laminated so it didn't fall apart any further.

"Every possible thing was provided man could want, so it was nothing to do with food that killed them. after reaching the Pole they retraced their steps. after crossing the glacier, Petty Officer Evans died of concussion of the brain, through walking over rough ice. He was the strong man of the Party and the least expected to succumb. It left them a shaken party.

After journeying on through the average of 47° of frost they reached eleven miles from the one ton depot when a fearful blizzard began. Captain Oates, who had been ill & bearing suffering without grumbling, thought he was keeping back the party & said “I am going out in the blizzard & I may be gone a long time”. They new he was walking to his death, but knew it was the act of a British hero and an English gentleman. His body was never found. They had food enough for two days and only eleven miles more to go, all would have gone well, had not the blizzard detained them. The knew their end was near so this is a brief discription of what Cap. Scott wrote. He said he hoped people would help the relations etc. of people who died. They had taken risks and new it, but did it to show Englishmen could undergo hardships.

Relief parties were sent out and found dead bodies & Cap Scott’s letter."

[staticymaticyyourlifeisatravesty]

The Carved Skull (Part 1)

(In which Lilith adjusts to the Imperium and Rogal Dorn finds out his niece shares a hobby with him)

Tags: Bone carving, mentions of an Astartes getting maimed, brief mention of death, and explorations of Baal culture

Folk: @sirpuddingcup @jaghatai-khock

(Note: Kakek is Indonesian for Grandfather)

It had been a year since Lilith arrived on Terra and she still didn’t really like the Adeptus Astartes. They smelled wrong. Chemicals, drugs, and a certain unnatural scent that she had yet to become used to. She didn’t understand how her father seemed to accept them so quickly and she had no regrets about scratching the face of one of Horus’ Luna Wolves. She didn’t really know what his name was, something like Ulysses or something of the sort; she hadn’t really paid attention. What was nice was that they’d stopped trying to get so close to her. She greatly preferred that, though Sanguinius had been trying to get her to play with some neophytes. She wasn’t entirely sure of them, for she was used to having to be careful due to her claws and teeth.

One wrong move and she could kill someone, even if it’s by accident. She was uncertain. However, she’d quickly grown close to Malcador, a man she had come to see the same way as the elders of the Blood. Mentor and Grandfather both, with Malcador seeming to like it when she called him Kakek, a baalite word often used for Grandfathers, though Lilith had never had one to give the name to for her mother’s father had long since passed. 

Certainly she had the Emperor as a grandfather, but she was forced to call him that in Gothic, never in her native tongue and besides he was nothing close to being that in her eyes. Not after her mother’s death. Thus she often said it very impersonally compared to Malcador. Which was what had led to her carving a skull with intricate designs, designs that came quickly to her. After all, she’d had many lessons over the years on how to carve bones, it was just something the Blood did. Lilith didn’t understand why the Imperium had such plain bones. It was tasteless, for those were the bones of something living once; they deserved to be adorned unless of course they’d done some terrible crime. Then they got no markings at all.

Perhaps that’s why so many bones were unadorned…? But no that couldn’t be right because Kakek had said that the Servos Skulls were an honourable thing. It didn’t make a lick of sense to her, but not much really did about this place. So she just busied herself about making Malcador a Servo skull that was properly honoured. Maybe she’ll be done by time this is over and she’ll be able to give it to him when the next time comes for when he teaches her Gothic. She liked her little lessons with him, even if she didn’t always understand the words he spoke, though she caught on quickly. She was told it was because she was the daughter of a primarch that she learned things so quickly. Kakek said that he’d explain what a primarch was when she was older. She decided to hold him to it.

In the meantime, she would carve. She carved alone for a while, before she heard heavy footsteps and the strong scent of oil, metal and cured furs signaled the approach of Rogal Dorn, her Uncle. Lilith was not exactly sure what to think of her father’s brothers; they were strange and she stiffened as Dorn approached her. He made a small rumbling noise in his throat, an indication of wanting to see what she was doing. It was easier after all, until she fully learned Gothic, most of her uncles communicated to her in this way. She understood well enough, and showed him the skull she was carving to which Dorn’s eyes widened and a warm smile appeared on his normally quite unsmiling face. 

The Skull was handed back to her, and he left, only to momentarily return with his own carving tools and sat across from her to carve as well. She looked on curiously, and watched as he carved what looked like a ram..? She thinks that’s what they’re called, she’s not entirely certain. It’s different from her swirling patterns and little runes, though she noticed the additions of circles and some lines here and there. It was fascinating and she relaxed slightly, allowing her wings to fluff as she returned to her own carving. 

Dorn for his part enjoys that he’s found that his niece likes to carve bone, and catches the sigh of a smile that shows off her fangs. So that was what Sanguinius meant when he’d said that she’d been smiling smaller than usual. He hopes she grows more comfortable and smiles more naturally, for he thinks he’s going to come to rather like his little niece with her bone carving far beyond that of which Dorn expected of someone her age. Besides it was nice to simply carve in silence, and look up to see her carving runes that he supposed must mean something in her culture. After all, she and Sanguinius had come wearing light yet elaborate clothing that had generally covered their faces and heads. Dorn had been rather taken aback by it, with Sanguinius’ amber almost golden eyes that were remarkably like the Emperor’s yet somehow nothing like them, and Lilith’s rather vivid reds like that of freshly spilled blood. Still, his brother had quickly adapted, having been taken beneath Horus’ wing, and Lilith… Dorn wasn’t sure about Lilith. He’d seen her around Malcador, and had even heard her calling him something in her native tongue, but she rarely spoke. Not to mention the whole thing with the poor Luna wolf who’d had to have his face surgically put back on. Nerves he thought. She seemed not to like them, and from what Dorn had seen, was quite aggressive. 

Still she was much calmer now, and Sanguinius expressed hope that she’d bond well with her new brothers. Personally Dorn thought the sooner she did the happier she’d be, because she was still just a child, and one that seemed to enjoy playfully pouncing on people if the times Sanguinius had been playfully lept on was any indication. It reminded him much how a young cat or wolf would play, with how she pounced on her father. She could use some proper playmates. Baselines probably wouldn’t be all that safe considering what she can do to an astartes, but he figured she deserved a little bit of fun, even if soon she would likely be trained as a warrior. At least he assumed she would be, considering her impressive height even at this young age. Dorn strongly suspected she was like her father and himself, however the hell that worked and thus he thought it rather redundant if Lilith wasn’t to be a warrior to fight in the crusade. Maybe he’ll see if she’d be interested in learning how to clean a bolter later. That sounds like a good idea. 

[snepfeathers]

🏥 and Zephyr :3

I wasn't sure if I should go with a more "costume" angle or try for actual scrubs, so here are some quick shots at both. Honestly though, nursing isn't Zeph's strong suit - they don't do great with sickness or lots of blood. They like to feel helpful, but would rather do so in a different field!

That being said, they'll always be on hand if Terra ever needs to be patched up. Kisses can help just about anything feel better, right?

[moeblob]

Ven had a really long nap. It's time for the adults to have a nap.

[aceforestnymph]

Yesterday I was listening to an interview about the Terra Ignota books and the interviewer said that the Utopians are "kind of like elon musk type" and i just

this is the worst thing anyone could have possibly say about them my dude!! Felix Faust would be so proud!

[a-crack-in-the-universe]

The fuck when you realise that Terra lied to Aqua in KH 0.2. She asked him if he was safe and he said that he thinks so. But in reality he was actually imprisoned in the Guardian and being tortured. :'(

Poor Terra.

[pinkbolts]

broke as hell they're just like me fr

[onedeadkitty]

Season 2 finale of teen titans and UH SLADE?? HOLY SHIT YOU EVIL ASSHOLE?!!? I can’t explain to you guys that they don’t make terrifying horrible villains anymore.

[wrightfamily]

i feel bad for terra kingdom hearts everyone thinks hes this rash stupid guy and makes aqua out to be the sensible and smart one in the trio but literally he is like the opposite of that.

for example when he arrived in dwarf woodlands and immediately encountered the queen he was like hmm this lady is shady as fuck but she's my only source of information so i'll play along but i won't follow through with her request (which he doesn't)

verses aqua who literally walked past lady tremaine and her daughters, went whoa their vibes are way off, and was about ready to murder these three women who did not have any weapons to really fend for themselves until the fairy godmother said hey what the fuck are you doing

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

Battlestar Galactica is a very serious show I'm taking very seriously-

"Commander, we're picking up communications from purple and orange squardrons. We don't have purple and orange squadrons."

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"Sir-" "Quiet! I'm trying to witness the destruction of the last battlestar!" "I really think you should take a look at the other battlestar." "OTHER battlestar?!"

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(while Apollo is disguised as someone else and the girl he meets doesn't understand why he can't remember her) "What was your name again?" *sighs* "Amnesia." "Amnesia, that's a pretty name. :)"

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*Starbuck(right) is about to break into a jail to rescue Apollo* "You're not thinking of using violence are you?!" "Why, do you have a better idea?" "... None that I am permitted to use."

[iwoulddieforienzo]

THINKIN ABT. Ienzo. & his relationships. All of them. At once. But there’s nothin coherent it’s all just Noise while I toss him in the blender

[gravity-knight]

Starting with Terra first

The guy is a dummy, like how do you fall so easily into MX trap?

This old ass man getting caught and held hostage by another frail old man?

Then falling for Hades trap

[valiantseeker]

Terra could not remember a time where such luxury and indulgence had been offered to her. Edgar had been much too kind, she thought, almost bordering on flashy - or maybe she had simply looked as if she needed the pomp and circumstance.

They may have still slept in the fortress's inn, but they had been encouraged - nay, forced - to share a meal alongside the king and his twin.

Terra feared she must have looked a lot like Gau. She had done her best to emulate the easy grace of Celes, but her appetite had gotten the best of her.

And now she was both very regretful and very sleepy.

"I may have had... big eyes," Terra said, lounging atop one of the inn's beds. The turn of phrase sounded right, she thought, even if she wasn't certain where it had come from.

And then, shyly:

"Is it... normal to need so many forks? Or was Edgar just showing off?"

Unprompted Ask | Always Accepting | @nymfaia

Locke can tell none of this is easy for Terra. He has always been quite good at reading other people, and he's full of compassion. He wishes he could make things easier for everyone, but of course he can't. Nothing is this simple. Terra still has so much to learn. 18 years of her life was taken from her because of the Empire. Only time will make things better for her, unfortunately. But Locke wants to be there for her and to support her as much as he can.

When she first talks, he raises an eyebrow, but he can't help but smile gently at her question. Well, at least, it's not a big deal. "Of course he was showing off. Only one fork does the job!" he exclaims, letting a chuckle escape his mouth. "Never forget that he's a king. For him, it's normal, but for most people, it's not. Don't worry about it, Terra!"