#probably XD

[moodymisty]

You hosing down your space marine because he returned from a battle completely covered in dirt? Okay, pretty funny. But how about the opposite?

Let’s imagine that before the heresy, during the time when Fulgrim was trying to domesticate his brother Konrad, there were also some interactions going on between their two legions. Some marines would be a little curious about what their cousins are up to, and after a while of chatting about their respective battles and planets, some trades would occur. It’s simple really, like trading pretty looking pokemon cards at the school playground. A night lord talks about how he stole a knife from a dying nobleman, and an emperor’s child likes the knife enough to trade it for a handsewn quilt that he also stole from a nobleman. When you’re a space marine you only really get to interact with your own legion, so anything new is always going to be met with a lot of interest. And not to mention it forms a(n albeit small) sense of camaraderie between them, so Fulgrim lets it slide.

So at one point a night lord takes interest in something an emperor’s child has, a book with a large collection of sewing and embroidery diagrams meant for leatherwork. And while the emperor’s child lost interest in it years ago the night lord really wants it, saying that he’s always looking for new ways to embellish his skin cloaks. So while a little disgusted, the emperor’s child lets him have it in exchange for… you.

You are… not someone he expected. When his cousin told him that he would be getting a serf in exchange for the book he considered him stupid, how could an entire mortal cost as much as a handbook? But when he saw you he was taken aback. If all the serfs on the nightfall looked like that then he could see why the night lords didn’t value mortal lives. You were unkempt, underfed, the clothes you wore were far too big for you. It didn’t help that the night lord decided the best way to present you to him was by tying you to his bedpost, like you were an animal at the slaughterhouse.

You do your job well, he will admit. His room is cleaner than ever before, but the same can’t be said about you. Despite you trying to cower and hide every time he gets close to you, he can still see how much you’re covered in grime. Your hair is clumped together with grease and dirt, the wounds (that you keep scratching) on your arms and legs are covered in dried blood, and you smell awful. Did no one teach the night lord’s serfs about basic hygiene? He can’t ask you, since you can’t speak Gothic. But he assumes that’s the case, because every time you have the option to bathe you instead decide to hide in a vent somewhere.

After a few days of living like this your marine decides that he’s had enough. You look bad, you smell terrible, and if you’re not going to take a shower he’s going to make you take one. So when you’re busy cleaning his room he storms in and picks you up, taking you to the communal shower area. And the entire time he’s carrying you he can hear as you cry and plead about.. something, he doesnt speak your language, but from the way you’re clawing at his armour you’re probably demanding to be let go. And sorry, that’s not gonna happen. He prefers his serfs without any infections thank you very much. He carries you to a smaller area of the baths and into one of the private rooms reserved for diplomatic guests. When he gestures for you to take your clothes off you’re too frozen in fear to react, so he undoes your filthy robes to reveal-

Oh.. Oh.

This entire time he’s assumed that the night lord had given him some wretch from the lower decks as an exchange. But now he sees the patchworks upon patchworks upon patchworks of scars across your entire body. He can also see chunks of partially healed skin on your back and thighs that eerily resemble the flesh on that night lords cloak. You weren’t insane or feral, you were trained to act like that. A small prey animal beaten into subjugation over and over again until all it knew was how to stay quiet and submissive. Thats why you cowered when he approached, that’s why you never even attempted to speak to him. You were terrified of him.. and he didn’t even notice.

And here ladies and gentlemen, is the moment a space marine feels empathy instead of his usual entitlement. Because now he’s gently guiding you into the bath, trying to ask you what temperature feels the most comfortable for you. He angles your head so the shampoo won’t irritate your eyes, he puts scented oils into your hair, he washes your body with such care that you would think you were made of glass. The entire time hes speaking to you in the most comforting tone he can, you don’t understand him but he thinks it’s better than awkward silence. When he towels you off he notices that you’ve visibly relaxed, and you’re also very tired. And the moment he puts you in new clean clothes you once again start crying, but this time it’s different. Happy tears. No one has ever treated you this kindly before, and you nearly fall asleep in his arms when he carries you back to his quarters. So he decides to let you rest for today, and the day after, and the day after that. Have fun with your new (nicer) space marine husband.

Sorry that this is so long and angsty lol. I just got inspired

I love how this started out as a meme sentence, and then descended into a legit sad story. I love my new Emperor's Children husband;; I have nothing to add to this, bravo

[skeefee-sky]

hey Thunderfam, random poll time/question thing;

what do you call these, anyway?

i really am SO curious as to what everyone calls them! cause i've seen so many names thrown around in fanfictions (options that i've seen listed in poll obviously c:) and sometimes i never know what to use in my own fanfics cause i dunno what sounds good lol x'D if there's an official name, i've never heard it. ssshhhshshshshh >w<

do you call them by one of these options? or something entirely different? :o have at thee :D

[emdeerm]

Prompt

Corrupted Joy

Inspired by this song!

Uh... TW bad Clockwork? Idk

So, big reveal went super bad. Everyone knew who the Phantom was and it didn't go over well at all. Danny froze when he was fired at by the very humans he had just protected. He was saved by the lingering ghosts. Sam and Tucker were killed in the Crossfire. Jazz, in an attempt to stop he parents from going after her brother through the portal, blew it up alongside them and their house.

He cried to Clockwork as the only neutral Ghost he knew. Clockwork gave him shelter, knowledge and support. Eventually, Danny trusted him with everything.

Clockwork would send him on missions. Danny would go without a word. The Master of Time made them simple and innocent at first. But they soon morphed into chaos brining horror.

Clockwork, trapped by Observants, couldn't indulge in the Chaos his soul craved. But now he had someone to do his bidding. He left the main world (DP) alone. That needed to be stable. But others... they became his playground. And Danny was his hands.

Danny knew. He no longer cared. He found it fun! His Obsession morphed to protecting other Ghosts and his Mentor. Others could burn for all he cared if that brought satisfaction to him and those he was close to.

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So, from here I imagine Vlad, 10 years after the PP happened, coming back to Earth. He escaped the aliens who held him prisoner (Butch wanted him to be captured. Let's let it happen this time). He went to the Ghost Zone. Wanted to see what happened around.

Then he met Danny who was a willing and happy puppet of the Twisted Time Lord.

This can be dcxdp crossover. Why not? Can the JL and others save Danny? Would he need their saving?

[tumblingxelian]

Wednesday Fanfic Concept - Nevermore Never Worry

Summary:

Wednesday finds her efforts to escape Nevermore consantly frustrated by everything from annoying people to her own proclivities.

It is vexing, but at least nothing more serious is going on that might lure her into staying long term; even if she is finding some tolerable people.

Concept:

Very much a "Crack with Heart" sort of story, Wednesday's efforts to escape Nevermore keep being frustrated by one thing or another. However, because of these events the shifts inadvertently avoid certain tragedies/murders happening, or at least happening when they do. So she is mostly having a 'normal' school experience, interrupted by escape attempts and other nonsense.

I imagine it starts with Xavier revealing why he hates Tyler. IE the hate crime. Wednesday is offended as an outcast and not impressed by Tyler's simpering about it. So she takes off.

Specifically to hunt down Enid to ask why the girl did not tell her this.

Enid: I mean I did try to hint at it! Wednesday: But why not just say it? Enid: Because I thought it might make things worse rather than better. Wednesday: How?

Enid: Well I figured you could choose not to leave, but that you'd more likely go and instantly pick a fight with him, or maybe break your wrists so if he tried to kill you it would be a 'fair fight'. Wednesday:... He is not exactly an impressive specimen, so I suppose that would even the odds. Enid: See this, this is exactly what I am talking about.

Wednesday: I suppose that is fair enough. Enid: Thanks, say seeing as your ride is off the table, wanna hook up with me, Yoko & Divina for a girls night? (Sends a glare at Tyler & Xavier.) Wednesday (Also glares at them) I suppose I shall.

Yoko: Another win for the gays!

Wednesday is petty however and forces Weems to carry all their stuff while they go on rides. Seeing as she is going to hover like a vulture she might as well be helpful no ;)

Beyond that I am less sure, but that is the general gist.

Wednesday keeps finding excuses to stay at Nevermore, actually makes friends inadvertently puts off murders and such.

& may well, entirely by accident or for less plot heavy reasons, fuck over Thornhills's plans.

For instance she may break the blood seal on Crackstone and stab his corpse for revenge post Outreach Day and as a bonding activity. Thornhill has no idea this happens until its too late.

Also lots of fun little world building things and character/relationship building stuff. Generally pretty light in tone barring the social commentary and such.

[lookslikethatsallthetimewehave]

She's pregnant with Kronos' baby.

[violadiaries]

Fluffcember Day 10 - Carols

@fluff-cember

Fandom: Tensura

Pairing: Guy Crimson x Leon Cromwell

Guy looked around the capital of El Dorado, somewhat fascinated by the lights glistening illuminating everything. Leon hadn't been in, when he had arrived at the castle. And everyone had been rather unwilling to tell him where exactly the lord of the castle had vanished to as well. It hadn't been the first time, so Guy was somewhat accustomed to waiting for Leon. Though maybe he should start actually announcing himself before he just showed up at Leon's place. That might prevent situations such as these to occur.

"Lord Guy, please go back to the castle."

Guy laughed and shook his head. He kept looking around. While he had heard of this Christmas thing that was celebrated in El Dorado, he had not yet heard of this special market going on right now. And Claude had said something about it. Which he definitely was regretting now, at least going by the way he was running after Guy.

"Aw, don't be like that, Claude. I like El Dorado during winter. I'll behave, Leon won't notice a thing," Guy called back to him.

Though, Guy decided, it was Leon's own fault. For not anticipating Guy's visit. Yes, that did sound more like it. He should have at least noticed Guy arriving, and coming back from where ever he had run off to this time. One thing Guy had been sure of was that he hadn't been in the castle.

Guy stopped at a stall, looking at the small ornaments on display. While also allowing Claude to catch up to him. Leon's knights were always so painfully fun to tease. Just like their Lord and Master. But Guy did still have some amount of respect for them. At least the stronger ones.

"I am under strict orders, Lord Guy," Claude said.

He wasn't out of breath in the slightest. A testament to his endurance, as Guy had not been lenient with his speed. Though he did not expect anything less of the one chosen by Leon as the leader of his army.

And always the one having to babysit him, whenever Guy showed up while Leon was out of his castle. In a way did Guy pity him. Surely he had much more important things to take care off. But then again, it was also partly Leon's fault.

"Now come on, it's…"

Guy trailed off as his eyes were drawn to another stall. Though not the wares were intriguing him, but rather the sole customer looking at them. Guy couldn't see much of him, but he did know him to be a man. With shoulder length silver hair, reflecting the light surrounding them in a slight mint colour.

"Who's that?" he asked.

Though the thing that had ultimately drawn Guy's attention to that particular man, was what he could sense. Or rather what he couldn't. The way he was expertly hiding his magic power. Appearing much weaker than he definitely was. Though the only thing Guy could tell was that something was off. That he was hiding just a little bit 

Claude followed his trail of view, before temporarily stiffening. Guy almost wouldn't have noticed it, if he hadn't looked at the knight in the right moment. He did stay silent for a while longer, before letting out a long sigh.

"Most likely an adventurer, why did you ask?" he answered.

Guy smiled at that and turned his gaze back onto the stranger. He simply could not believe that Claude was not fully informed what kind of adventurers entered and left El Dorado. Just in case one of them could pose a threat to Leon.

Not that there were many who could match him. Especially not when he did get serious about fighting. Which he did by far not often enough for Guy's liking. But it was somewhat endearing how his subordinates still cared for him in this way. It was a testament to their loyalty.

"I see. Go back already, I've found my past time," he said.

Something was very interesting about this man he was seeing. And Guy wanted to know what exactly it was that drew him in. So he would follow him around a little bit. Right now he didn't seem to have noticed Guy yet. Though Guy himself was hiding his power as well.

Claude let out another sigh before shaking his head. There was something the knight wasn't telling him, and Guy was very sure he also wouldn't proceed doing so, even if Guy threatened of tortured him. Which he wouldn't do, because then Leon would get angry at him.

"Lord Leon will not be appreciative if you harass visitors to his country," Claude said.

Guy chuckled and nodded. He wouldn't harass him. He would back off when he noticed that his advances weren't welcome. He did know how to take a serious no after all. And he just wanted to have a little bit fun, until Leon was ready to entertain him.

Ultimately he first wanted to claim Leon as his, before he pursued another interest. After all, while his 'no's were given out freely to Guy, they were never that serious in tone. More annoyed, because Guy decided to flirt with him in public.

"I won't harass him, I just wanna say hi. And then I'll come straight back to the castle, promise," Guy said.

He would just see what was up with this man, and whether or not the secret was worth knowing. And then go back and wait for Leon. Or maybe by then Leon would already be waiting for him to come back. Guy turned his attention to the knight next to him, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

"Come on, surely you have more important things to do, than play babysitter for me. I'll explain it to Leon, if he finds out," he added.

He definitely would, after all it wouldn't be Claude's fault, if Leon found out. Unless he told him himself, then it totally was his fault. But it wasn't his fault, that Guy wanted to have a little fun and was bored.

And even if he didn't have anything else to do for the night, he could definitely use some time off from his duties. To just relax and take care of himself. All of those knights were as big workaholics as their master, really.

"Fine, but please, I beg you, Lord Guy, do not cause a disturbance," Claude said.

Guy brightly smiled at him and nodded. Partly glad to be rid of his babysitter, to freely roam this Christmas market thing.

He did wave after him, as Claude retreated, walking back to the castle. A slight slump in his step, so unlike the uptight knight Guy knew rather well by now.

"I won't~ See ya~" he called after him.

Guy watched as he vanished within the masses, before he turned around to view his new target again. His smile turning more predatory, as he slowly approached the stand. The man was still looking at the wares in front of him, once in a while looking up as the shop keep said something to him.

He pretended to be another customer, looking at the wares. Magic stones, and of high quality at that. Guy could see what had drawn an assumed adventurer here. Especially if he would be able to use magic to some extent. Or was able to craft something from this. As he stood next to him, he finally was able to get a proper look at him as well. Hair neatly tied back into a low pony tail, orange eyes firmly focused on the wares. A scar running down the right side of his face, from the forehead, over his eye, to the cheekbone and vanishing beneath he scarf he had wrapped around the lower half of his face. Though it didn't diminish the mysterious type of good looks he had. If anything it enhanced them. Beneath the cloak Guy had seen from behind he was wearing a rather tight, outfit. At least what Guy could see. Dark pants, clinging to his legs and some belts, holding various pouches in place. Standard adventurer garb, from what he knew.

Guy put on his best smile, as the man turned his head, to look at him. Only mustering once him before turning back to the stones he held in his hand. He seemed to contemplate a little bit longer, before putting one back and putting the other in his bag. Taking out enough coins to pay it. He walked away without taking the change he definitely would have gotten.

"Always a pleasure!" the shop keep called after him.

Guy looked at the stone he hadn't taken, as he heard the shop keep let out a nervous sigh. As he looked up the man was still looking after the adventurer. So it was him the shop keep had been nervous about.

Guy looked to the stones. Even he could tell all of them were incredibly high quality. So the man should have nothing to worry about, right?

"Tough customer?" Guy asked.

He'd definitely stoop as low, as to engage in small talk, just to figure out more about this adventurer. He did follow his energy through the masses though. Just to not lose him.

The shop keep looked at him, a strained smile on his face.

"Lir? Nah, I mean, not really. He's just a bit…intense, I guess. Never speaks, but always takes incredibly high grade materials and stuff. Some even whisper that he's secretly working for King Leon, to make sure the wares in the market are the real deal, and no fakes," he explain.

Guy had halfway tuned him out after the first word. He had heard that name before after all. Though the rest of it was rather informative as well. Had that been why Claude had been so secretive about this man. He wasn't a simple adventurer, but reported right back to Leon?

That could be. That would also explain why he was able to hide his power so effectively. Yet that wouldn't explain why Guy wasn't allowed to know about it. He had met every single one of Leon's direct subordinates in the past after all. So why not this one?

Guy thanked the shop keep and went on to follow this 'Lir'. Still wondering where exactly he had heard that name before. He just knew he had heard it before. But it wouldn't come to him where. It was annoying him incredibly much. 'Lir''s next stop was at a stall selling sweets. Where Guy got to know, that he always, without fail, bought them for the children from the orphanage. Though the mass too big this time. Stumping the elderly lady selling the sweets.

His seemingly last stop was a stage. Surrounded by the lights, making it the perfect place in the market. Creating a serene and calm atmosphere. In front some people were walking, some standing. 'Lir' stood still close to a table, watching the stage. Or rather the kids, standing on the stage and singing. Right, Guy had heard that before. He had tuned it out though. They weren't even good after all. Though as he watched 'Lir', his expression softened, as he watched the kids, Guy did remember. He had seen the name on a gravestone. The one in the inner most garden of the castle. When he had asked Leon, he had just answered that 'Lir' had been a friend. Guy always knew not to pry any more.

But that name was anything but common. Though another possibility, checking all the boxes, crossed Guy's mind. Not many people saw him and just didn't react after all. Leon hadn't all those years back then. Having been thoroughly unimpressed by Guy. And now this man. Being rumoured to be a subordinate of him. While Leon was nowhere to be found, and Claude had been rather secretive about why.

Guy's smile formed into a grin as he approached the man again. Coming to a halt next to him, pretending to be listening to the kids as well. He had to say, if it hadn't been for that, he wouldn't have known. Most likely at least.

"Leave if you won't listen. It's disrespectful for the children," 'Lir' said.

Guy chuckled. His voice was a little bit on the lighter side, than Leon's. Though with magic as strong as that of Leon many things could be made possible. Especially changing something simple as an appearance or a voice.

But Guy knew that Leon cared so very much about all the citizens of his country. And especially the children. He just hadn't thought that he never went to see them outright. But rather disguised.

"Why are they singing? And always songs with the same theme," Guy asked.

'Lir' sighed and shook his head, his eyes not leaving the children on the stage. Gloved hands clasped together, appearing to want to keep out the cold. They were essentially singing the same themes over and over again. Praising Leon, or having invented some kind of romantic story. Guy had to say, he started to like it.

He turned his gaze to Guy again. Guy grinned at him, as he let out another drawn out sigh. Now that Guy was actually paying attention to it, he could hear the music from everywhere on the market. It did make for a great atmosphere.

"They are called 'carols'. Christmas carols to be exact. The children are singing them, to practice gratitude, so I've been told," he explained.

Guy nodded and scooted closer to him. He liked the more romantic ones best. He did wonder which ones Leon liked the best. Though Guy was more than sure that he wouldn't find out about it anytime soon.

Guy looked back to the children. Objectively speaking, they weren't good. At all. Though they did put in the effort. And that must be what seemed to be so endearing to Leon-…'Lir'. He always had possessed this soft heart, even when he wanted other to think he was cold as ice.

"I think I like it," Guy said.

'Lir' huffed and shrugged his shoulders. He stole some glances here and there at Guy, but didn't say anything else. Just kept his silence, and listened to the carols. Pretty much all of them were child friendly though. Guy wondered who had thought of the texts. He definitely had not heard of something like this on the main continent.

Though that surely was the result of this coming from another world. Which was relatively common in El Dorado, seeing as most of the higher ups, as well as the king, came from this other world. Both of them did raise their eyebrows when one a little bit more explicit came up. Guy grinned while 'Lir' just stared. His disguise momentarily slipping. It was only a split second, but Guy did spot familiar blue eyes and familiar blond hair. As well as a familiar, very pretty face.

"I think I like this one the most," Guy whispered.

Leon glared at him, before he turned away. So this really was what was going on. Leon going around his own kingdom in disguise, so to not attract too much attention. And obviously his higher ranking knights knew about this. Having vowed not to tell anyone. Not even Guy.

Leon pushed himself away from the table and approached a young woman, standing close to the stage. He had his scarf pulled up high again, making him look somewhat dubious. She did seem to recognize him though, and readily accepted the pouches with the sweets he had earlier bought. Afterwards, he approached Guy again and pulled him away with him. Off to a little alleyway, away from the attention. Though thanks to the lights having been hung up everywhere, still as bright. The song still ringing in the distance. Other's starting to play it from magic devices as well. A song talking about a king blessing a demon for this holy occasion. Their king blessing a demon.

"What are you even doing here?! Can you go about this the normal way for once and announce yourself?" Leon hissed at him.

Leon was facing him again, though not dropping his disguise. He had pulled the scarf down somewhat though, causing Guy to see the full extent of his changed face. Still as pretty as Guy liked it. Even if the scar gave him somewhat of a rugged appearance. Leon had probably thought it would make him look unattractive of something, so he wouldn't draw attention to himself.

"Could you answer me, Lord Guy?" Leon said.

Guy chuckled at the way he almost hissed the 'Lord' at him, just so he could keep up pretences. He liked it. It was different. And maybe Guy could even get away with being even more forward. After all they weren't amongst others anymore. Even if the sounds from the market carried to them. Guy cornered Leon against the wall of a house, smirking at him.

"But it's much more fun like this~" he purred.

Leon flinched and looked around. He let out a quiet string of curses, so unlike him, as he noticed what kind of situation he had brought himself into.

"Maybe you can…convince me to not tell Leon about this," Guy said.

If Leon wanted to keep this game up, Guy would play along. He didn't mind to do so actually. It was fun after all. And he would like to know how far Leon would be willing to take this game, before he fessed up.

Leon let out a long sigh and shook his head. He looked around, as Guy decided to throw caution to the wind and press his lips against Leon's. As soft as he knew they were. Leon did stiffen, but he did not push him away like Guy had anticipated. He hesitated for a moment, before he retaliated by wrapping his arms around Guy's neck, as he closed his eyes.

Guy didn't hesitate to attack Leon's neck next, using his hand to push that bothersome fabric of the cloak and scarf out of the way. It was annoying him. But because it was Leon he would make sure to be careful and not rip the outfit to shreds.

"How…ha…how do you think…Lord Leon would react…if he knew…" Leon breathed out.

He did not make one move to get away from Guy. Rather he pulled him closer, contrary to what he was saying. This was enough confirmation that Guy needed to not give up pursuing Leon anytime soon. Though maybe next time he would let him come closer, while he wasn't wearing a disguise.

Guy grinned as he thought back to the song. The Christmas Carol, as Leon had called it. If he paid any mind to it, he could still hear it in the air. Though right now the sight in front of him was more alluring. Leon letting him roam his hands so freely as well.

"Maybe he'll…'bless' me, for this holy occasion. Let's see, when I'll tell him," Guy breathed.

Leon stiffened at that, before he let out a shaky breath. Still not pushing Guy away. Still giving into his advances.

Oh yes, Guy had decided he liked this festivity very much, and even more the songs being sang during it.

[teecupangel]

Remember that "Apple is Isu Skype" where Desmond gets called all the time? Well, imagine the entire thing being down to other Isu trying to call Dionysus... And end up getting Desmond. It all results with Isu thinking Dionysus somehow manages to survive the Cataclysm.

Half the reason Hades keeps calling Desmond, nephew? It because he completely refuses to believe Desmond is human. And if Desmond is not human, and looks like Dionysus - then Dionysus he must be. He had seen those facial features on his brother and Demeter way too many times

Things get really odd when Rebecca manages to get into some old Temple databases and finds what looks like Desmond in a toga. She then makes the poor choice of telling Shaun of what she found

...needless to say, Shaun starts nursing a new conspiracy theory

(and no, he did not have that picture peinted. And if he did, it's for reference purposes only)

A refresher for the Apple is Isu Skype idea.

Okay, but this works well with one of the ideas before where you asked what if Hades was Desmond’s father and I proposed we make him the Isu Zagreus (with Tinia as his father, making Minerva his aunt).

While we’re at it, let’s take into consideration how Orphism believed Zagreus died and was reborn as Dionysus and how Altaïr’s Codex specifically noted Dionysus as a ‘being’ that had been revived/reborn (pg11) in this scenario…

Let’s say Hades was in charge of the ‘souls’ in the Afterlife.

Now, Odyssey really laid on the mythology part thick but what if the Afterlife (the Underworld, Elysium, and everything else it encompasses) is the basis of both the Animus and the Mead?

As far as I could remember, we never see any deceased Isu in the Afterlife, only humans.

What if the Afterlife program kept on copying and storing the data of all dead humans?

The idea is the Afterlife Program that Hades was in charge of had been created to retain all possible data of dead humans.

This, of course, includes their memories which means that the memory seals could be an offshoot program. And the Animus was created using both the blueprints of the memory seals and what records they could find about the device that operates and maintains the Afterlife.

But why would they do such a thing?

What if the initial idea of the Afterlife is that humans were not meant to reproduce, that they were meant to die and then be revived in a younger body with all their memories intact, making it faster for them to return to work. Elysium houses the data of the exemplary slaves, the best of the crop. The others go to the other parts of the Afterlife (with Tartarus being the part where the data of the ‘defects’ go so they won’t be loaded again).

It was only a bit later that the Isus realized it takes too many resources to keep creating bodies based on human data (DNA) so the next batch of humans could reproduce.

By then, Hades was still kept in charge of the Afterlife Program and that’s where his annoyance (maybe it even turned to disdain and hatred) towards his brothers, one heralded as one of the greatest Isu scientists and one becoming the ruler of one of the most prominent Isu cities, starts.

And then everyone was scrabbling to find a way to save themselves from the Solar Flare and…

That’s when tragedy struck.

Perhaps it was an accident, perhaps there was foul play, no one could confirm but Zagreus, one of the Isu scientists under Hades died and his human slave goes missing.

The missing slave was ignored for now as only Zagreus even cared about her, treating her more like a companion than a slave which many Isus have scoffed at, but Zagreus’ death had brought an unintentional boon.

He’s already dead, why not use him as the test subject for the prototype of the Mead, currently hitting a dead end after the late Consus’ research had been used up completely? Aita was the one who suggested it but it was Juno who whispered to Tinia’s ear that his son could live once more if the experiment was successful. If not, what does he have to lose?

So, with Tinia’s blessing (and Minerva’s apprehension), they uploaded Zagreus’ data to the Afterlife, becoming the first Isu to be added to the Afterlife, and they recreated his body.

There were complications though…

The one who was born from Zagreus’ data looked like him, yes, but he didn’t have the telltale signs of an Isu. If anything, he looked more like a human than an Isu.

And he did not have any of Zagreus’ memories.

They named him Dionysus to separate him from Zagreus and he was given a title. Less than an Isu but more than a human…

He was a Sage.

Aita and Juno used the data they got to further the development of the mead while Dionysus was left to do whatever he wanted. He was useless to the Isu now that he lost Zagreus’ memories and the Solar Flare was far too near already that trying to teach Dionysus what Zagreus’ knew would simply be a fool’s errand at this point.

So Dionysus became a beacon of sorts. Instead of dreading death, he celebrated life. Instead of wasting his time trying to remember who he was a Zagreus, he held parties and invited everyone, humans and Isus alike.

Orgies were also a common occurrence because the end of the world was near so why not celebrate what time they have left with passion and love?

He was even the one to suggest to Tinia to host the big party that Odin would later infiltrate after Tinia had lost all hope and was spiraling into despair. Tinia knew he wasn’t Zagreus anymore but he was born of Zagreus and that is why he liked to call him ‘grandson’ instead.

And when Minerva finally looked into the calculations for one last ditch effort to save the world.

She saw it.

A series of calculations that would lead to the birth of Desmond Miles.

Less than an Isu but more than a human…

The next Sage to carry Zagreus’ data.

However…

To ensure that Desmond Miles would be born as Zagreus’ Sage…

Dionysus needed to die.

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So the idea is Desmond’s 0.9% Isu genes is because he’s Zagreus’ Sage. It’s less than the usual Sage we get but that’s because Dionysus (and Desmond) was the first Sage to be created, the proto-Sage if you will.

That 0.9% is a good thing though because it means Zagreus’ data won’t interfere with his personality, the same way Dionysus didn’t have any of Zagreus’ memories as well. Minerva needed it to be Desmond because any other Sage risks the chance that they’d let the world burn and become the new ruler of what remains.

The orgies are there to ensure Dionysus’ Isu genes get passed on to what will later be the Ibn-La'Ahad and the Auditore-Kenway bloodline.

Zagreus’ human slave is deliberately not named but she would be the ancestor of the Ibn-La'Ahad bloodline and had returned to his side when he was reborn as Dionysus. (If you want to add more drama, the slave was the reason for the accident that killed Zagreus but it was meant to kill her and Zagreus saved her at the cost of his life)

Shaun and Rebecca will start… well… not really putting the pieces back together but more like getting wild conspiracy theories if they get actual Isu memories than include Dionysus or Zagreus because they look exactly like Desmond. They believe he may be Desmond’s Isu ancestor.

The main reason why everyone is okay with Desmond asking questions that should be 'common sense' or 'common knowledge' is because they all know Dionysus doesn't know much so they're more forgiving and Desmond/Dionysus is charming enough that they don't mind explaining it anyway (since the Apple Zoom calls technically only happens a fraction of a second in real time anyway)

[demaidk]

- vv - *scratch again, still not letting "dema" go-*

(Oh gosh her hair must be SO messed up-)

*HISSS*

[bestialitybestiary]

There was no vampires in tw, because it was 2010's, and at the time the vampires would just act like Peter

[quietmtntown]

[solar-puppy]

i wish I could make out with myself sometimes lollll

[wilted-woods]

Ayyy summer break, finally- ;v;

Also I should try to say something or make my presence known at least xD

At least I get to be somewhat more active- xd

Putting the two gifs together was much funnier in my head-

[kidovna]

charlie later: you know, you did look good in that captain america costume…

[nocek]

To all of the American friends, I'm so sorry and angry for you. I can't do much besides offering my condolences and delivering a little silly distraction (totally sponsored by @angel-of-the-moons suggestion in comment on one of previous posts ;)

If you want you can leave a prompt with those three or whatever and I'll try to draw as many cheer up doodles as I can*

[littlebittyhollowbugs]

The narrative really doomed this bug huh

[triaelf9]

"how do you enjoy *insert fandom here* I hear they're the worst"

Find the ppl who enjoy the thing you like the way you do. Ignore, mute or block the ppl who don't.

Ta-Da~