#rip Ammon

[smilesrobotlover]

Whumptober Day 14-multiple whumpees

No art for today cuz multiple whumpees means drawing multiple people and I just do not have the strength for that lol. I was struggling to draw yesterday anyways and didn’t want to push it. I’ll still try to get some art for the very important days tho :]

Anyways, yay! Everyone’s alive and not doing well!

Warnings for: broken arm (wing), twisted ankle, emotional distress, and implied dissociation

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“Weird how quiet it can be when Benji isn’t here.”

Talon glanced up from his book, smiling at Rusl who was staring at the ceiling. Leon snorted, nodding in agreement.

“That man is incapable of being quiet,” he muttered, leaning back against his chair casually. “It’s nice not having to hear him for a little bit.”

“Oh, y’all are too hard on him,” Talon said, closing his book. “Benji’s a joy to be around.”

“Oh! I’m not saying that he isn’t!” Rusl defended, laughing nervously. “I love Benji! I’m just sayin’ it’s funny how quiet it is without him here!”

Talon glanced over at Leon who had a funny expression on his face.

“Leon?”

The man let out a long sigh, his eyes glancing up at the ceiling.

“Benji is obnoxious,” he said simply, and Rusl let out a chuckle.

“Oh but you love him, you know you do!” He teased, and Leon rolled his eyes, resulting in Rusl throwing his pillow at him.

“You’re lucky you’re injured right now, Rusl,” Leon growled, taking the pillow off his face and tossing it back to a laughing Rusl. Talon rolled his eyes while chuckling himself and returning to his book.

“Where are the others, anyways?” Rusl asked, his back leaned against the wall while hugging the pillow with his good arm.

“They’re trying to make more rupees so we can stay here longer,” Leon answered, his eyes closed.

“They’ve been out for a while,” Rusl muttered, returning the pillow to his back and leaning against it.

“Oh, they’re probably messin’ around,” Talon said, thinking about Benji and Kass playing their music for money. He wondered if that’d actually work.

The door that led into their room suddenly opened, and Talon glanced up with a smile.

“Speak of the devil! Y’all are finally ba—oh my goodness gracious!”

Kass, Linebeck, Benji, and Ammon walked in the room, each one looking rough in one way or another. Kass was cradling his left wing, a worried expression on his face, Benji was limping and his brows were furrowed, Linebeck was pale and looked like he was about to pass out, and Ammon looked far worse, with a few small scratches and his clothes ripped and covered in blood. Benji limped over to the couch and sprawled out on it, letting out a sigh.

“Hey Talon,” he greeted, staring blankly at the wall. Kass joined him and gingerly sat down, still holding his wing. Linebeck and Ammon only remained standing, with Ammon staring miles ahead of him.

“What the heck happened to y’all?” Talon asked.

“We were just investigating a well,” Benji answered simply. “I kinda hurt my ankle.”

“I—um—my wing is broken,” Kass muttered, and Talon looked between them before glancing at Ammon and Linebeck. But Ammon simply walked across the room, entering the second room silently and shutting the door. Talon turned to Linebeck who shifted, still looking a few shades lighter than his usual tan complexion.

“What happened?”

Linebeck swallowed and shook his head. “I’m gonna go talk to Rusl real quick. Just take care of them.”

The man walked past Talon, lingering near Leon for a moment, and went into Rusl’s room while shutting the door behind him. Leon and Talon glanced at each other, and they both turned to Benji and Kass.

“Don’t bother interrogating us, we don’t know what happened,” Benji sighed, rubbing his ankle. Talon frowned and nodded at Leon.

“Well we oughta get y’all patched up. Leon, could you take care of Benji while I get Kass?”

“Yes.”

The two men got to work, with Talon observing Kass’s wing and Leon poking Benji’s ankle.

“Does it hurt when I do this?” The first knight asked, and Benji shook his head.

“No. I mean kinda but not too much. I think I just twisted it.”

Leon lifted it up and Benji gasped, trying to pull away.

“Ok, it hurts when you do that, idiot!”

Leon gave him a look, but Talon cleared his throat.

“Don’t you even think about dropping it,” Talon warned, and Leon sighed, setting his leg down gently.

“Your ankle doesn’t feel broken. Just stay off of it for a little bit and you’ll be fine,” he said, and Talon poked Benji’s ankle.

“Oh yeah, I think it’s fine. It ain’t even swollen. Just stay off it for a couple of days.”

“Yes sir.”

Talon returned to Kass’s wing, rubbing the feathers gently.

“How many rupees were you able to collect?” Leon asked.

“Two-hundred,” Benji answered, his hand resting on his face as his head was leaned back.

“Oh! What did y’all do to get that much?” Talon asked, and Benji let out an annoyed sigh while Leon continued to observe his ankle.

“I sold a bag of deku seeds and Ammon had like…some rupees and Linebeck had some as well and whatever.”

Talon stared. “That sounds… eventful.”

“We investigated a well,” Kass elaborated. “The water was contaminated so we went to look for the source. There’s a huge cavern down there hidden by a fake wall! Very creepy. We were down there for a bit but found nothing, and Ammon investigated the rest on his own.”

“His own? Is that why he’s—“ Leon started, and Kass nodded.

“I assume so. Linebeck went back down there because we were worried when he didn’t come back up, and… well… he was carrying him up the ladder, and he looked terrible! The man who recruited us helped take care of Ammon the best he could, but neither he nor Linebeck would tell us what happened!” Kass frowned, rubbing his beak. “We found a fairy down there, and I think Linebeck used it.”

Talon and Leon gave each other worried looks.

“And they’ve said nothing?” Leon asked, and Kass nodded.

“Yeah, though it seems Linebeck is talking it out with Rusl,” he said, but he glanced at the second bedroom, a worried expression on his face. “It’s Ammon I’m mostly worried about. He didn’t seem like himself.”

Talon nodded, observing Kass’s wing. No doubt he was worried about him too; he’d visit him once he was done with the immediate injuries. Right now it seemed like he wanted to be alone.

“At least we got a hundred rupees from it,” Benji said, and Kass mumbled a response.

It grew silent as Talon treated Kass’s wing the best he could, but he really didn’t know a thing about treating wings, so he hoped treating it like an arm would do the trick. With two slings to hold his large wing, Talon called it good and gave Kass a few pats.

“Just tell me if it gets worse, ok? We might have to go to a real doctor,” Talon said, and Kass nodded.

“Thank you, Talon. Really. I don’t know what we’d do without you.”

Talon chuckled and shrugged, glancing at the others. “Yeah, well, y’all’d’ve died without me honestly. Haha!”

Kass stared blankly, glancing at Benji and Leon who also stared blankly, and Talon cleared his throat.

“Well, if y’all’ll excuse me. I’m gonna go check on Rusl and Linebeck, then I’m gonna see what I can do for Ammon.”

Leon nodded, his brows furrowed. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Of course.”

Talon got up and walked to the room Rusl and Linebeck were in, knocking before poking his head through. Linebeck was sitting next to Rusl’s bed, looking exhausted but surprised to see Talon, and Rusl had a worried look on his face, but it quickly went away when he smiled at Talon.

“Hey!”

“Hey, just wanted to make sure y’all were doin’ ok in here,” Talon said, and Linebeck nodded quietly.

“We’re fine. Just talking.” He mumbled, and Rusl gave Talon a thumbs up with his good hand.

“Yeah, everything’s alright. Thanks for checking in!”

“‘Course! Let me know if y’all need anything!” Talon said before leaving, quietly shutting the door before reluctantly walking up to the next one. He let out a breath and opened the door. It was dark, only the light peeking through the curtains allowed Talon to see, and he spotted Ammon laying on his back on the bed, staring at the ceiling. He glanced over at Talon, not looking surprised to see him, and turned back to stare.

“Hey Talon,” he said in a monotone voice, and Talon stepped in further, shutting the door behind him. He walked up to the bed, giving Ammon a worried look.

“Hey, how are you doin’?”

“I’m… alive.”

“Yeah, I’m glad you are. Sounds like y’all had it rough out there.”

“You could say that.”

Talon pursed his lips and looked Ammon over. His clothes were filthy, ripped, and bloodied, but there didn’t seem to be a mark on Ammon save for small cuts.

“Are you hurt anywhere?”

Ammon paused, lifting his right arm and moving it before letting it drop. “No.”

“Ok, that’s good.”

Talon continued to stare at Ammon’s clothes, and he plucked the frayed fabric.

“You should change your clothes,” he suggested. “I’d like to look you over to make sure you are ok too.”

Emotion flickered across Ammon’s face, and he glanced at Talon without turning his face.

“I-I’d rather you didn’t.”

Talon blinked in surprise. “Why not?”

“I just don’t want you to see—I’m fine, I promise.”

Talon frowned, but he thought for a moment. During this adventure, the men had grown quite comfortable with each other, exposing their chests without a care in the world—all except Ammon. He never joined them when they decided to take a dip in a lake, he always made sure to change in private, and he rarely showed any skin besides his forearms. Most likely the man was hiding something or was simply too uncomfortable to be half naked around everyone. Talon sighed and pulled back, not wanting to push it any further if he wasn’t comfortable about it.

“Alright, Ammon, I trust you. But I do suggest you get some new clothes while we patch yours up, though. You wanna borrow mine?” Talon paused. “Wait no, my clothes will drown you. You’re too tiny. I’m sure Rusl or Benji would let you borrow some of their clothes.”

Ammon stared for a moment but smiled softly, looking relieved. “Alright, I suppose that’s fair.” The man sat up, rubbing his face and sighing. “I’m sorry if I seem out of it… I just… I haven’t been present these past few hours. I don’t even remember going in here.”

Talon’s eyes widened. “Oh, really? What… what happened to you?”

Ammon blinked a few times and shuddered. “I was just reminded of something from my childhood, is all. I don’t really want to talk about it.”

“That’s fine. Just know that we’re here for you.”

Ammon smiled more genuinely. “Thank you.”

“Of course, now let me see if I can borrow some clothes for you, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Ammon nodded, and Talon got up to leave, but he paused before he opened the door, turning to Ammon.

“Let me know if you’re in pain, ok? Don’t let injuries go untreated. Please.”

Ammon nodded again, and Talon opened the door, leaving him alone.

[shisekibo]

[Story Translation] Chapter Eight -  Plan in Motion [Episode Two: Part Four]

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- Bow Squad -

Nac:

“That was the signal to put the plan into motion."

Nac:

“We have to make sure the Intelligent Angel doesn't have the chance to fly away."

Nac:

“Make sure to match the other groups' actions."

Ammon:

“Got it."

Flure:

“Okay...!"

swoosh...

Intelligent Angel:

“Oh? You have bows and arrows too this time."

Intelligent Angel:

“Normally it would take nothing for me to dodge an arrow..."

Intelligent Angel:

“It's not as simple if the one shooting them is a Devil Butler."

swoosh...

Intelligent Angel:

“Phew...! That was close..."

Intelligent Angel:

“They really are quite good with bows."

Intelligent Angel:

“Ugh... How annoying."

flap... flap...

Nac:

“Good! He's moved lower."

Nac:

“Make sure he doesn't fly back up again."

Ammon:

“Understood."

Flure:

“Yes."

- The Front Lines - Capture Squad -

Haures:

“He went that way! Lato, Lamli!"

Lamli:

“Okay!"

Lato:

“Leave it to me."

Intelligent Angel:

“Wow! You two are so fast..."

Lato:

“Hahaha... I can't wait to hear how you scream when we rip off your wings."

slash...!

Intelligent Angel:

“Phew...! That was close..."

flap... flap...

Boschi:

“Don't forget about us!"

slash...!

Intelligent Angel:

“Dear me... There's a lot of you running around."

Lamli:

“Ahahaha! Your back's wide open!"

slash...

flap... flap...

Intelligent Angel:

“So close!"

Lamli:

“Tsk! I almost had him!"

Intelligent Angel:

“You move very unpredictably."

Intelligent Angel:

“There's too many of them. This really is annoying..."

Haures:

“Now...! Take this!"

slash...

Intelligent Angel:

“Goodness... You could at least give me a break!"

flap... flap...

Haures:

“Good...!" (All according to plan.)

Haures:

“Fennesz, Lono! He's heading your way!"

Lono:

“Leave it to us!"

Fennesz:

“Yes!"

Lono and Fennesz opened the net with vigour.

Intelligent Angel:

“Hm? What's that?"

flap... flap...

crash...

Lono:

“Ugh! We got him!"

Fennesz:

“Hold on, Lono!"

Intelligent Angel:

“Ouch... Huh? What's going on?"

Lono:

“Ugh! This is bad..."

Fennesz:

“He's... so strong..."

Boschi:

“He's stopped moving! We have a clear shot! Get his wings, now!"

Haures:

“Go, Boschi!"

Boschi:

“You don't need to tell me! I'm already there!"

slash...

flutter... flutter...

Intelligent Angel:

“Phew...! That was close..."

Intelligent Angel:

“So you're going for my wings?"

Boschi:

“Shit... He dodged it. He broke through the net."

Fennesz:

“It was made of such thick rope too..."

Intelligent Angel:

“Devil Butlers. You're underestimating me if you think a net like that could hold me..."

Haures:

“Shit... It didn't work..."

woosh... splat

Intelligent Angel:

“Ugh...! Ouch..."

Lamli:

“An arrow!"

Fennesz:

“It hit him in the foot?"

Boschi:

“He was too distracted by the net to notice..."

Lato:

“I knew Flure could do it..."

Lato:

“Leave the rest to me, brother."

Lato:

“You can't dodge me now, Mr. Intelligent Angel."

Lato:

“I'll make sure it hurts when I rip off your wings..."

Intelligent Angel:

“This isn't looking too good..."

[chuchuminn]

What if the Master was a child?

I think an hc is due, so here you go!! Fem!Master (an adorable one + kinda puppy/kitty like)

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So, let's say that Master is around 4-5 years old.

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Flashback..

An adorable little girl was walking around with her mom, but then saw a cat with a ring. Obviously attracted because of childrenly antics, she touched the cat, the cat spoke to her, and she got a golden ring. Then, she was transported to a mansion while her mom wasn't looking.

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First Floor

Berrien

• I think that Berrien would most likely take care of you for the most part, since he welcomed you.

• Whenever you're scared at night, he takes you to their room on the first floor and lets you sleep with him. Also makes you some warm milk to help you sleep.

• Definitely thinks you're adorable. Who could not think a child like you isn't adorable?

"Master..? Are you scared? Here, have some warm milk, and you can also stay with me if you want.."

Lono

• Cooks whatever you want, whenever you want. Of course, a child needs lots of food to grow up, right?

• Gives you headpats often to see your reaction.

• Would make designs on your food, like making your steak into dinosaur by cutting it up like so, or even desserts that look like your favorite animals, to make you happy.

"Oh, Master! You said ya wanted some cupcakes, so I made 'em earlier! I'll get them right now, just hold on a sec!"

Bastien

• He would most likely make little wooden dolls so you can play with them.

• Gifts you blankets, toys, or even a whole dollhouse with the Grosvaner's money.

• Sometimes when he wakes up from sleeping in the most randomest place ever, he sees you beside him.

"Master.. For you. I made them.. Do you like it? I heard you liked dolls."

Cutscene:

"Ah! Berrien, Master's here?" Lono said. "Shh, she's sleeping, Lono.." Berrien replied, continuing to hold you close. "She looks cute..." Bastien whispered, as both him and Lono were surrounding the two of you. You moved a bit, then nuzzling into Berrien adorably. They all cooed.

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Second Floor

Haures

• He likes playing with you, and sees you as his little sister. (RIP TRICIA)

• Decorated your room for you after you answered a few questions, and you loved it.

• Sometimes he goes out and buys gifts for you like clothes or accessories and maybe jewelry.

"Maste- Princess! I have come to save you, as I am the Honorable Knight, Haures! Hiya!" (p.s. he punched boschi after that)

Fennesz

• He likes reading books to you before you sleep :3

• Sometimes he takes you to the mansion's library so you can read things.

• He plays with you sometimes by throwing you up in the air or playing tea party. (this man is a muscle beast but a gigantic softie as well)

"Then they both lived happy ever after... The end. Oh? Haha.. She's already sleeping. Good night, and sweet dreams, Master.."

Ammon

• Absolutely would not let you play near the rose bushes, because you'll get hurt.

• He also helped out decorating your room, with your favorite flowers.

• Sometimes he makes a few bouquets for you and places them in your bedroom.

"Boschi, what are you-?! Oh, Master! Please don't go near there, like, you'll get hurt!"

Boschi

• Decorated your room as well with Ammon and Haures.

• Whenever he steals candy from Haures, he gives some to you.

• Sometimes he lets you play with his prosthetic arm, and he even thinks you're like a puppy.

"Master, you like this one? Okay, cool. HAURES, GO PUT IT UP RIGHT NOW!"

Cutscene

"Oh, my! What an elegant little princess you are!" Fennesz said, drinking imaginary tea while sitting in front of you. "You are so beautiful, like, I can't stop staring at you!" Ammon followed, also drinking this imaginary tea. "How could you try to hurt the princess?!" Haures shouted, pointing a toy sword at Boschi. "Haha, watch me!" Boschi replied.

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Third floor

Lucas

• Whenever he's drinking wine in front of you, he makes sure to tell you it's "Grown up Juice".

• He would comfort you and clean you up whenever you get hurt.

• Sometimes he gives you grape juice when you ask for the "Grown up Juice".

"Ah, you're here, Master. Hmm~? This~? This is "Grown up Juice"~ It's for grown ups, so you can't have it yet, Master."

Lamli

• You know this guy is super playful, so of course he ADORES playing with you!

• Would immediately apologize if you started crying because of his teasing.

• Whenever you do something cute he gives you a candy.

"Uh oh~! You found me Master! Now, now, it's my turn to seek! I'll start counting, so go and hide now, Master, or I'll find you~!"

Nac

• Sometimes his way of speaking makes you confused, but that's fine.

• He likes calling you a princess.

• Lucas scolds him once in a while for confusing you.

"-Nac speaking in riddles- Mm.. Huh..? - (Master) Nac, please don't say that much to Master. She's still young. - (Lucas)"

Cutscene

"Hic..! Ung.." You spoke, tears falling down your eyes. "I know, Master, but after this you'll be okay." Lucas said, cleaning up all the wounds. Apparently you had been playing in the garden, then falling down. "Master, I'll give you candy after this!" Lamli followed, petting your head. "Do not fret Master, you will be feeling splendid after." Nac then continued, wiping your tears.

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Basement

Miyaji

• He also takes care of you since he's quite fond of kids. He teaches you etiquette too.

• Whenever Lucas is drunk when you're hurt, he takes care of you.

• Lato and Flure don't let him cook for you so you won't experience hell on your little tongue.

"Okay, Master. Now, when a stranger talks to you, what do you say?" "Stop, cweepy persown!" You replied. "Great job, Master. Here's a cookie for you."

Flure

• He loves making clothes for you, you're the perfict fit for any style!

• He lets you watch whenever he's making some new clothes.

• Flure loves showing off your charm as a child when you're wearing his clothes.

"Aww, Master! You look so adorable in these clothes! I'll make more of these with different colors and features later!"

Lato

• Surprisingly, Lato took a liking to you, and now he loves talking to you.

• Whenever that time comes, the butlers don't let you talk to him, and that makes you sad.

• He sneaked out with you once, but he got scolded by Haures and Miyaji.

"Master~~ What are you doing? Are you playing? Let me join. What do I do here? Oh, so you have to do that? Okay."

Cutscene

"Now, Master, do a curtsy." Miyaji said, which you followed, then doing a curtsy. "Good job, Master." Miyaji praised. "She's so adorable in that dress!" Flure exclaimed, seeming proud of you and his work. "You're right Flure, she is cute." Lato followed, petting your head and poking your cheek.

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Villa

Yuuhan

• He loves making you happy, and treating you to things once in a while.

• Always scolds Hanamaru, which makes you feel bad.

• Yuuhan is a bit more protective of you than the others.

"Master, I bought some dessert today. Would you like some? Oh, still full? It's fine, we can save it for later."

Teddy

• He's like a big brother to you, and he always shows off.

• Big teddy bear that hugs you a lot.

• Loves it when you're doing cute stuff.

"Master, look at this! *fleexx...* Isn't it cool! Also, take a look! We found something on our mission! Do you want it? You can have it, Master!"

Hanamaru

• Like Miyaji, Hanamaru is well experienced with children, so he also takes care of you. He even styles your hair once in a while.

• He gives you tea with your snacks.

• Sometimes he gets scolded for sneaking outside and grabbing you some snacks.

"You want this hairstyle? Okay, I can do it. Were you having fun earlier, Master?"

Cutscene

"Uhm.. So.. It's like this, and then this, then..." Teddy muttered, attempting to braid your hair. "Teddy, what in the world is this?" Hanamaru replied, staring at him. "Don't be so rude, Hanamaru. He needs experience." Yuuhan then said.

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this is the end of the hcs pookies!! maybe ill make more posts of this headcanon hehe

[skyloftian-nutcase]

SUCH A MOOD with the Blorbos inviting Blorbos brainrot 😭😭😭 oh boy, Ammon and Tillieth don’t have a sailcloth? Rip. And Sarah and Abel would be very passive aggressive and Age would be confused why his dad looks so different 😭

Also Ganondorf kidnaps wars???

Technically Til & Abel got the paraglider from Rhoam after the shrine was damaged, sooo 😬

Unless they meet after the shrine is damaged and then Ammon has to see his kid dying 🥴

Poor Age awww

Abel over here being like “what the FRICK fever dream an I IN like YOU'RE NIT EVEN TILIETH???? IS THIS YIGA????”

Oh, no, Gan kidnaps Power 😅 He just wants his kid back, I’m sure it’s fine ☺️

[the-a-gang]

Rei winks and kisses Ammon. "You know you can use the harness to pull me closer."

Ammon chuckled and just kisses him normally again. "But I don't want to rip it or anything. Now, why don't you help me find a matching outfit?"

[doesnot-really-exist]

Oh right, there's that fun Hunger Game simulator, let's try it with Akuneko before going to bed

Warning: the website requires you to be 13+ because it's Hunger Game (some kind of murderous battle royale idk I haven't read/watched it).

Also Image heavy from the screenshots

By the way here is a political friendly picture of Fubuki, Elboa/eruboa or whatever, Finlay, and Shakir/shakeer/idk. Filler to get to 24 characters.

I just wanna see which butler will win, hopefully these fillers won't ruin it

Great, Lono killed a Sardis right off the bat

Rip Yuhan

Woah there goes 3 butlers at once

4 more butlers!? Man they're dying left and right, but a random Grovaner is thriving. Also, that's the most terrible way for Ammon to go.

From all things, why Sera- I mean the intelligent angel who gets a weapon 🙄

Poor Hanamaru needs to learn from Lato 🤣

Also let's goooo Boschi 🔥🔥🔥

From all people, they really decide to murder Lato lol

The butlers number is diminishing fast 😰

Ok Haures

Wtf Haures.

Suddenly the situation looks so grim lol

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man 😐

I literally just realized after done putting screenshots, that I could've added Elvira instead.

Hanamaru has the highest kill count here

[kamidukki]

Butlers' Crest

⚠ ❗❗Spoiler warning❗❗ ⚠

The following post contains spoilers to album's content titled [Butler's name]の紋章 / Butler's crest.

1st floor butlers

No stripping Bastien sprite, sadly (but the dialogue indicates that he does take his clothes off to show us his crest. Or is it just unbuttoning the shirt? I forgot at the moment writing this)

2nd floor butlers

No stripping Fennesz and Ammon. Understandable on Fennesz's part since his crest is on his upper-middle chest (right above his sternum). The dialogue indicates he undid the top button(s). Ammon, on the other hand, does strip and show his crest to us, which is on the back of his right thigh btw. Maybe that's why they didn't give us the stripping image/sprite, haha.

3rd floor butlers

No stripping Nac. But just like Ammon, he's actually taking off some articles of clothing to show his crest (somewhere on his thigh). AND LUCAS, oh my god, what a clown. If this is mhyk, you'd be cancelled right away. His crest is on the back of his neck so all he had to do was to lift his hair up, but no, he's stripping, lmaoooo 😂

Basement butlers

Now, this is actually the reason why I made this post. Since the teaser of episode 3 is out and shown in the picture is Lato's weapon, many speculates it's going to be Lato-centric. I went to checked what is shown in the memory about the crest... Yeah, he's not stripping (he is, just not shown in the sprite). I recall in the シラユメ MV that he is, and there is a number branded right above his lower right-side ribs (?) that reads 3719 (even though something comes up before 3 but it's unclear what it is). Combined with his initial story and 1st Anniversary card story, let's be prepared for some heavy angst... Maybe.

Villa butlers

No comment aside from Yuuhan is ripped 👀

[just-bible-musings]

And he said, The Lord will roar from Zion, and utter his voice from Jerusalem; and the habitations of the shepherds shall mourn, and the top of Carmel shall wither.  Thus saith the Lord; For three transgressions of Damascus, and for four, I will not turn away the punishment thereof; because they have threshed Gilead with threshing instruments of iron:  But I will send a fire into the house of Hazael, which shall devour the palaces of Benhadad.  I will break also the bar of Damascus, and cut off the inhabitant from the plain of Aven, and him that holdeth the sceptre from the house of Eden: and the people of Syria shall go into captivity unto Kir, saith the Lord.  Thus saith the Lord; For three transgressions of Gaza, and for four, I will not turn away the punishment thereof; because they carried away captive the whole captivity, to deliver them up to Edom:  But I will send a fire on the wall of Gaza, which shall devour the palaces thereof:  And I will cut off the inhabitant from Ashdod, and him that holdeth the sceptre from Ashkelon, and I will turn mine hand against Ekron: and the remnant of the Philistines shall perish, saith the Lord God.  Thus saith the Lord; For three transgressions of Tyrus, and for four, I will not turn away the punishment thereof; because they delivered up the whole captivity to Edom, and remembered not the brotherly covenant:  But I will send a fire on the wall of Tyrus, which shall devour the palaces thereof.  Thus saith the Lord; For three transgressions of Edom, and for four, I will not turn away the punishment thereof; because he did pursue his brother with the sword, and did cast off all pity, and his anger did tear perpetually, and he kept his wrath for ever:  But I will send a fire upon Teman, which shall devour the palaces of Bozrah.  Thus saith the Lord; For three transgressions of the children of Ammon, and for four, I will not turn away the punishment thereof; because they have ripped up the women with child of Gilead, that they might enlarge their border:  But I will kindle a fire in the wall of Rabbah, and it shall devour the palaces thereof, with shouting in the day of battle, with a tempest in the day of the whirlwind:  And their king shall go into captivity, he and his princes together, saith the Lord. Thus saith the Lord; For three transgressions of Moab, and for four, I will not turn away the punishment thereof; because he burned the bones of the king of Edom into lime:  But I will send a fire upon Moab, and it shall devour the palaces of Kirioth: and Moab shall die with tumult, with shouting, and with the sound of the trumpet:  And I will cut off the judge from the midst thereof, and will slay all the princes thereof with him, saith the Lord. Amos 1:2-2:3

This discusses what God will do to those who go against Israel. Interestingly enough, the KJV mentions Gaza by name! This passage also speaks of nations who "pursue their brother"- remember that Ishmael was the founder of the Muslims, a son of Abraham, and a half-brother to Isaac, who was the father of the Jews; and speaks of those who "ripped up the women with child," which is something that news reports have claimed the Hamas did to the Israelites.

Take heart. God promised, in Genesis 13:15, to give the land of Israel to Abraham for an inheritance FOR EVER. The nation of Israel will not fall, the Jewish people will not be exterminated, not now or ever. God will not allow it. These are His people, and His covenant from almost 4000 years ago still stands.

The only thing we should be worried about is our role in this. God may do nothing if we stand by and watch it happen. But any nation that takes the side of Israel's enemies WILL share in the punishment that God doles out to those enemies.

I don't want war any more than anyone else, but... we should be in this one. We should be bombing Gaza.

[smilesrobotlover]

Chapter 2- The Upheaval

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Summary: it’s been three years since Calamity Ganon attacked Hyrule, and everyone was recovering well from it. Until the strange substance gloom appeared, making people sick when they touched it. Wanting to find answers, Zelda and the champions went beneath the castle against her father’s wishes to try to solve the problem. Meanwhile, the King of Hyrule is desperately trying to figure out more about the gloom, though no one knows the true danger lurking beneath Hyrule…

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The world was bathed in golden sunlight, with bright green trees scattered across the town and the castle courtyards. It was warm, with a gentle breeze that rustled the leaves and grass, making a quiet shh sound through the air. The birds were chirping cheerily as they flew through the wind, and it overall was a beautiful day. Yet none of it calmed the unease Rhoam had lurking in his heart. He felt nauseous as he walked through the halls of the castle, his chest feeling as if it were constricted which made his breathing shallow. Sweat dripped down his forehead as a lump remained in his throat, but he made an effort in hiding his true feelings from everyone that saw him as they passed down the halls. Fortunately there weren’t a lot of maids or guards in the hallways, and he was mostly alone with his two bodyguards: a Hylian from Hateno named Ammon and a Hylian from Lurelin named Orman. But even then he didn’t let his true emotions out. He needed to be strong right now, to be an anchor and a sign of hope for his people. Especially now more than ever.

Three years. Three years have passed since the calamity, yet Hyrule was already showing signs of danger. A strange substance called gloom had appeared in the castle; it stuck to the walls, the floors, and poisoned the trees that were nearby. The gloom was only there for a month, yet it spread all the way to Castle town, wreaking havoc on the people. Zelda made an effort to research the gloom, sending out researchers to make sure it wasn’t malice. To their relief, it wasn’t, yet to their despair it was far worse than malice. Anyone who came into contact with malice would get severe burns from the substance—it was painful, but easily treatable. Gloom, however, fatigued those who touched it. It sucked all hope and life out of them, and all they could do was to lay there until the terrible feelings went away. It took weeks for the first person infected to feel well, and the hospitals were being filled quickly with patients who remained stagnant in their recovery. Many researchers, Zelda included, had theories that the substance was a strange fungi or mold, but none of its characteristics matched such things. It was becoming overwhelming, and a dreadful thought of another disaster striking their fragile and recovering kingdom was becoming too much for Rhoam. The calamity took its toll on him, and he’s surprised he didn’t suffer a heart attack during it.

He took over every responsibility he was able to during the calamity in an attempt to get Zelda to focus on awakening her power. It was the only piece they needed, therefore it was top priority. Everyday being met with scorn, stress, criticism, and fear over what would befall his kingdom.

Her kingdom.

His wife’s responsibility, soon to be his daughter’s. He’d done everything he could to make sure she still had a kingdom to inherit. But now he feared it was going to crumble at their feet with this new threat. They couldn’t handle another calamity.

And Rhoam could feel himself growing ill from the fear.

A desire to take over everything again so his daughter wouldn’t have to endure any of the stress almost overtook him, but he knew he couldn’t do it this time. Zelda was twenty now—she was capable, strong, and despite still being timid, she was a remarkable leader. He didn’t trust her back then and it nearly cost him his life. He couldn’t make that same mistake now. He couldn’t hurt her again.

Rhoam made it to his room and he nodded at his bodyguards, who understood that he wished to be left alone. They remained outside his door as he entered, ignoring the strong desire to fall onto his soft bed. Instead, he walked across the large room, opened the door to his balcony, and looked out across his kingdom, soon to be Zelda’s. He allowed his mind to go blank as he stared, Castle town almost looking like a ghost town as most of its inhabitants were either inside or moved out.

It was far too similar to the calamity.

A gentle knock came at his door, and he turned as it opened slowly. To his surprise, his daughter peeked her head through, her brows drawn together as she nervously eyed Rhoam. She rarely came into his room.

“Zelda,” he greeted, forcing a smile as he went to greet her. “And to what do I owe this pleasure?”

Zelda also forced a small smile back and stepped inside. She stopped right in front of him and stood up straight as if she were a soldier awaiting orders. It hurt Rhoam’s heart to see his own daughter acting in such a way around him, but he couldn’t blame her. It was his own fault for such a dynamic happening.

“Father, I came to ask you something,” she started, her voice soft and nervous. She was going to ask him something he didn’t approve of. It was all too familiar to him. “This gloom is growing dangerous, and we need to find a way to deal with it.” she shifted slightly, her hands fidgeting with each other. “But the only way we can do that is to find out where it’s coming from.”

Rhoam let out an exasperated sigh. He knew it. “Zelda, going beneath the castle is forbidden. It has been for thousands of years.”

“I-I know, but the further we go under the castle, the more gloom that shows up.” She straightened herself again, clearly trying to appear confident. “It’s not just on the walls, but it’s in the air.”

“Then it is no place for you, my daughter,” Rhoam said simply. Even if the gloom originated from beneath the castle, he wasn’t going to let his daughter of all people explore it. She frowned slightly and sighed.

“Haven’t you ever wondered why we’re not allowed down there? Nothing from my studies answered why, none of the kings and queens before us answered why. Why must we follow their directions blindly when clearly the answer to the gloom is where it’s forbidden?”

Rhoam thought for a moment. He couldn’t blame Zelda for wanting answers; he remembered he was the same way when he first married into the family. But his wife made it very clear to not travel below the castle. He found it silly, but he knew better than to question the royal family. After a moment of thinking, he finally shook his head.

“We must look into it more before we break the most ancient rule,” he finally said, and Zelda’s frown deepened.

“We won’t have time. I have a feeling that something is going to happen. Don’t you feel it too? The air isn’t right today.”

Rhoam closed his eyes and nodded. He was too tired to argue this further. “I fear disaster will strike if we were to go down there. My decision is final, Zelda. Give it more time.”

Zelda’s glare melted away, and instead of her usual upset response to rejection, it was a resigned acceptance.

“Very well, father,” she muttered, turning away to leave the room.

“I’m sorry,” Rhoam quickly called out, wanting to ease the tension slightly, but Zelda only forced another smile. She left the room quickly and Rhoam let out a sigh, allowing himself to finally lay on the bed. The tension in his head cleared slightly as he rubbed his temples and he groaned. He hated it, he hated being king, he hated seeing Zelda look at him the way she did, he hated feeling like every action he took was a mistake, he just hated it all.

Rhoam laid there for a moment, staring at the ceiling blankly. He almost couldn’t wait for Zelda to become queen so he didn’t have to tell her “no” anymore, but he knew he needed to wait. She needed to feel ready for taking on such a tremendous responsibility unlike him when his wife died. But he felt years of his life being stripped away from the stress of it all, and he didn’t know how much longer he could take it.

A beeping sound broke him from his thoughts, and he sat up, looking for where the sound came from. He heard it again and he looked down at himself, spotting his Sheikah slate that was glowing. Since the three years, Purah and Robbie wasted no time in developing more of the slates for those of importance. They only made a few; one for Zelda, Impa, the champions, the first knight, and of course, himself. They were developing more slates for the leaders of the different towns and villages, that way they could have quick contact in case disaster struck, but production was paused to find a cure for gloom. Rhoam admittedly used to find the bits of technology that weren’t the guardians or divine beasts rather childish, but since the calamity, he grew to have a greater appreciation of all of it. Quick communication (though it was rather finicky depending on where they were) was remarkably convenient, and teleporting to the different towers across Hyrule saved days of time. The things technology was capable of doing were incredible.

He only wished it wasn’t so confusing.

Rhoam frowned at the screen as he tapped several buttons, opening the map at least twelve times before finally getting to what beeped at him in the first place. To his surprise and dread, it was a message from Impa. Her message read:

I found something at the Great Plateau. Come quickly.

He reread the short message, rubbing his head tiredly. It was a concerning message to receive from Impa. Why did she need him of all people? What did she find that required the king’s attention? He was also frustrated at how vague it was—Impa normally gave very detailed explanations in her messages, so what did she find that caused her to be so vague? He hopped off his bed, not wanting to waste anymore time. Rhoam trusted Impa, and he knew that she needed him if she requested him personally.

He left his room, giving his guards a nod and pulling out his Sheikah slate. It took a long moment until Rhoam figured out how to teleport both him and his guards to the Great Plateau, but soon they disappeared in a blue light. The feeling of his body dissipating then materializing in a new area made him far more nauseous than before, and he stumbled slightly on the tower. Orman rested his hand on his shoulder to steady him, which helped.

“I’m alright,” he muttered after his vision cleared, and he straightened his back despite the slight vertigo. He faced the Great Plateau, a place he grew all too familiar with during the calamity. Glancing down at his Sheikah slate, Rhoam opened Impa’s message again, using his pointer finger to type his own message to her.

Where are you?

His bodyguards watched amused as he fumbled with the thing, finally sending the message before letting out a sigh. The air was calm here, but he did feel the unease in the world that Zelda had mentioned. Nausea built up in him again, and he decided to sit down on the tower while he waited for Impa to respond. His guards stared for a moment, standing in front of him with their weapons in their hands as if an attack were to happen at any moment. Eventually, Orman stepped closer to the king, his spear put away.

“Are you alright, my King?” He asked, and Rhoam only waved his concern away. He was always so compassionate.

“I’m alright… I’m just tired.”

“Is it the gloom?”

Rhoam didn’t respond, but he didn’t need to. The gloom was worrying everyone after all. But still, he didn’t want to seem… vulnerable to his own guards. He was always a hardened soldier, being the first knight of Hyrule before becoming the prince consort. Yet here he was, on the verge of a breakdown.

Orman didn’t press further to Rhoam’s relief, and his Sheikah slate finally beeped in his hands. The king scrambled to open the message, excitedly reading what Impa said.

At the cabin by Owa Daim Shrine.

He let out a sigh and stood up, facing the direction to the shrine. If he recalled correctly, the shrine was on a cliff side, which then led to the cabin across the cliff. He supposed it’d be quicker to teleport there, but…

No, figuring out how to teleport would take too long, as would trying to get down from the cliffside safely. Rhoam had a paraglider on him at all times, but his guards didn’t. It would be better to walk.

“Let’s go,” he said, walking to the opening in the ground on the tower. It took a long moment to get down since they had to climb to different platforms surrounding the tower, and Rhoam made a note to have his guards carry around paragliders to make traveling easier (though Rhoam rarely traveled out of the castle). He finally landed on the ground, stretching out his sore arms with Ammon close behind. Orman took the longest, losing his patience when he finally reached the platform and opting to jump off instead of climbing. Rhoam felt his heart stop when he landed from such a height, but the tall man was perfectly fine, simply brushing himself off. He let out a relieved sigh and faced south, marching towards the cabin with his guards behind him.

The Great Plateau was a place Rhoam and his guards grew familiar with since it was where they escaped to during the calamity. Many soldiers were wounded and left behind in battles throughout the kingdom, and Rhoam, having just escaped the castle, made an effort to gather them to the Temple of Time where they could get help. The healers in the sacred place helped his soldiers, meanwhile the king traveled around the plateau, killing all monsters and guardians that threatened his men. He remembered the days staring at the castle that was overflowing with malice, with red glowing lights of guardians surrounding what was once his home, praying to Hylia that Zelda was somewhere safe. The memories from the plateau weren’t entirely pleasant since Rhoam was filled with anxiety over his kingdom and daughter, but he couldn’t help but feel strangely nostalgic as he passed by Eastern Abbey. During the hardest moment of his life, it was the first time his world was quiet, and he was alone. Sometimes he missed the quiet nights he spent in the Forest of Spirits, or the peaceful mornings on Mount Hylia, but he supposed it was the price for being King.

He only hoped Zelda would at least get those quiet moments when she became queen.

Almost on instinct, he sent a prayer to Hylia, something he did so often during the calamity. He prayed that Zelda would not have to suffer the same way he did, that she would be safe, and that she would be a powerful queen to her people. The prayer was quick, but it filled him with some peace. The goddesses did well watching over her after all.

It didn’t take long for the group to reach the cabin, and Rhoam quickly refocused his attention on the task at hand. It was silent save for the rustle of leaves on the trees, and the cabin seemed strangely empty. He walked up to the door and let out a sigh, knocking on it three times.

“Impa,” he called out, opening the door, “it’s King Rhoam, I—”

Rhoam stopped when he peeked inside the room. It was messy in the cabin, with some papers scattered about and random decorations on the table and dressers. But at the end of the table, he found a large man clad in red, with a mask covering his face.

“Kohga?” Rhoam blurted out, stepping into the room fully. Ammon quickly squeezed past Rhoam, putting himself in front of the king protectively.

“That’s Master Kohga to you, thank you very much,” the Yiga clan leader corrected, leaning against the chair casually. “About time you’d get here, you sure kept me waiting.”

Rhoam stared for a moment, blinking at him in disbelief. “You—did you send the message?”

Kohga took out a Sheikah slate, waving it around. “Yes.”

Fury bubbled within Rhoam. Of course. Goddesses of course this would happen to him. Amongst the catastrophe that is the gloom, of course something would happen that would waste his time.

“I don’t believe this,” he muttered, spinning around and leaving the cabin abruptly.

“W-wait! Your Highness–” Kohga suddenly appeared right in front of Rhoam, smoke and talismans fluttering in the king’s face. “You came all this way and now you’re gonna leave—”

“I don’t have time for your pranks, Kohga,” Rhoam snapped, “I’m going back to the castle.”

“Hold on!” Kogha put his hands on Rhoam’s shoulders to stop him from walking, but a smack from Orman’s spear made them draw back. Ammon once again put himself between the two despite being half their size, and Kohga finally backed away with an annoyed huff.

“What do you want, Kohga?” Rhoam finally asked, fury apparent in his voice. “How did you get Impa’s Sheikah slate? Did you steal it from her?”

“No no no!” Kohga denied. “I would never steal from Impa! Maybe if it was Link or someone else, yes I would, but I would never steal from Impa—”

“Then why do you have her Sheikah slate? Where is she?”

“She’s fine. She’s with her sister right now, calm down. I just needed her slate so I could message you,” Kogha poked Rhoam in the chest harshly, and the king’s glare deepened. “Y’see, I found something on this plateau that requires the king’s attention. Obviously.”

“Why didn’t you just request an audience with me?” Rhoam asked, watching as Kohga began pacing in front of him.

“Oh come on, that would’ve taken weeks! You’re a popular guy, you know that? And besides, why would anyone let me, the master of the Yiga, into the castle? Think about it,” Kohga glanced down at Ammon. “Short-stack right here would’ve gutted me alive.”

Rhoam sighed and put his hand on Ammon’s shoulder to calm him, and he stepped closer to Kohga. “Alright. What is so important that you took a classified piece of technology from my daughter’s advisor to contact me?”

Kohga was suddenly at his side, his arm wrapped tightly around his shoulder. “Well I’m glad you asked, ‘ol Rhoam-y boy.”

Rhoam pulled away and glared at him. “Don’t call me that. And stop touching me.”

Kohga ignored him and pointed back to the north. “The Forest of Spirits! That’s where I need to show you!”

Rhoam groaned, rubbing his aching head. “ And why didn’t you just ask me to meet you there?”

“Because I need to exercise my legs. Now come on, Rhoam-y boy!”

Rhoam only watched as Kohga ran ahead, who was already losing his breath.

“Are you seriously going to humor this guy?” Orman asked as he walked up next to Rhoam. The king only sighed. He knew better than to trust the Yiga; they helped save the kingdom, which couldn’t be ignored, but it didn’t erase the things they did in the past. Admittedly, he didn’t know if he could trust Kohga, but his daughter trusted him… so…

“Maybe he does have something important to show me,” Rhoam simply answered, not wanting to argue further, and he began to walk to Kohga who was panting for air. He heard his guards’ footsteps behind him, but they sounded reluctant as they crunched the dead leaves beneath them.

Rhoam made sure to keep his distance from Kohga as they walked, which wasn’t very easy seeing how the man could barely run. Though Rhoam couldn’t judge him too much, since he found himself out of breath as they walked up a few slopes.

It felt like hours until the group finally reached the Forest of Spirits, time feeling like it was being thrown away the longer they took. The more he walked, the more anxious he felt, and he couldn’t help but eye the trees around him. Kohga was rambling ahead of them, talking about walking trees, cave monsters, and Talus’s with bokoblins making camp on them. Absurd things no doubt, and Rhoam couldn’t tell if it had anything to do with what he was going to show him, but he chose to ignore him anyways. After a few minutes of walking through the woods, Rhoam finally stopped, his patience growing thin.

“Kohga, where in these woods are we headed to?”

Kohga stopped and turned around, his hand on his chest as if he were offended. “Patience Rhoam-y boy, goddesses.”

“I told you to stop calling me that—”

“A-HA!” Over there!” Kohga suddenly shouted, sprinting to the north of the plateau. Rhoam only glanced back at his guards, who gave him uncomfortable looks. The group jogged to keep up with Kohga, who went back to rambling.

“You see, I was walking around these woods… where I found a strange structure built by nature,” he panted in between breaths, turning his head back occasionally. “It’s not actually in the woods, but it’s closeby. A strange structure that may mean something important!”

It was clear that Kohga was amping up the dramatics, but Rhoam couldn’t tell if it was because the Yiga leader was just a dramatic person, or if he was being genuine. He just prayed that this wasn’t a waste of time. Kohga suddenly sprinted ahead and ran out of the trees, continuing to ramble as Rhoam pumped his legs to keep up.

“Personally I think it’s truly a piece of art, but I had to see what the king would say if he were to see it—”

Kohga abruptly stopped, and Rhoam rammed right into his back. He peeled himself away from the man, huffing as he straightened his beard. Kohga only shuffled his feet as if nothing happened, growing noticeably uncomfortable.

“Uh-oh.”

Rhoam frowned at the strange behavior Kohga was now exhibiting, and he moved to his side.

“What are you—” Rhoam began to ask, but he turned his head to see what Kohga was staring at, and dread sank into his stomach.

Gloom. Gloom that covered the cobblestones and grass in large puddles, gloom that covered the shrine, turning the ethereal blue light into a sick red, gloom that was a mist coming out of the ground around the shrine.

No.

It was spreading.

The silence was heavy as Rhoam stepped ahead, staring at the puddles of gloom that was scattered across the ground. He felt his throat close up as he got closer to one, nausea assaulting his stomach. Goddesses, it was spreading. It was no longer in Castle town, it was on the Great Plateau.

Where else had it spread? How far would it go?

“Well, this is not what I wanted to show you,” Kohga suddenly spoke up, staring at the ground around him. “This uh… wasn’t here an hour ago.”

Rhoam turned to stare at Kohga, his brows pinched together. It was spreading fast, it seemed. Goddesses…. What could he do? There wasn’t a cure from gloom poisoning, there wasn’t a way to remove the gloom, he felt… helpless.

Except…

Beneath the Castle…

Of course—of course, how could he be so foolish?

Zelda was right. It seemed the only way to deal with the gloom was to explore where it was forbidden. They needed to get down there, to find answers…. Maybe there was a way to remove the horrid gloom. Maybe there was a way to save the kingdom once again. The king found himself by the shrine, the panel flickering as gloom covered most of it. He still felt a strong sense of dread, but he had to push it away, they needed to act now.

“King Rhoam?” Orman called out. He was across the pond where Rhoam stood, with Ammon and Kohga further back. Rhoam took a deep breath and nodded at his guard, pushing the ill feelings back to make way for the motivation.

“We’re going back to the castle, and we’re going to explore deep into its depths,” he explained simply. “Zelda is right, the answer to this gloom may be down there. We cannot dawdle any longer.” He turned back to the shrine, staring at the gloom infecting it. “This gloom will spread further throughout the kingdom. We must stop it before it gets to that point.”

“Well it’s a good thing I did call for you then, huh?” Kohga called out, but Rhoam glared at him. He truthfully didn’t want to admit that whatever Kohga had planned was actually useful, and he simply turned to look at his guards.

“Let’s head back to the castle so we can—”

A sudden heave of the earth cut him off, and he fell back onto the panel of the shrine. His vision went white for a moment as his head smacked the panel, and his hand planted itself onto a gloom puddle. The strange sensation of the gloom beginning to worm its way into him caused him to flinch back, and he sat up away from the horrid substance. His head was aching worse than before, his hands felt numb, but from what he felt he wasn’t actually poisoned with gloom to his relief. When he glanced to see if the others were alright, he saw that Kohga was still standing, though looking confused, while his guards were on the ground. Rhoam attempted to scramble to his feet, but the earth heaved again, this time shaking violently. Dust flew into his eyes, immediately blinding him, and he covered his face with his sleeve. The earth roared around him, the sound of shaking trees, rocks, and the shrine flooding his ears, so much so he could barely hear his guards shouting for him. The king grabbed onto the shrine behind him, pulling himself up, but his hand once again touched the gloom covering the shrine. Dread clenched his heart, and he pulled away, only to fall back to the ground. He looked up again to see his guards sprawled out on the ground, Kohga missing, and rocks falling out of the sky.

“Oh goddesses,” he prayed, watching in horror as he spotted figures of islands in the clouds appearing as rocks fell from them, being trailed by a mysterious green light. Many of the rocks fell around them, which made the shaking worse for them. They were unsafe here and they needed to get away. Somehow.

“A-Ammon! Orman!” He called out, scrambling to his feet so he could meet with his guards. “We need to get out of h—”

Before he could finish, a loud crack from the ground interrupted him, and the ground suddenly gave way. Rhoam could only gasp as he fell backwards, plunging into darkness, with the light of the world growing smaller and smaller.

[shisekibo]

[Story Translation] Chapter Nine -  A New Threat [Episode Two: Part Four]

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woosh…

Intelligent Angel:

“Ugh…! Ouch…”

- Bow Squad -

Flure:

“I got him...!"

Nac:

“Amazing! You hit him in the foot even from such a distance..."

Ammon:

“Ah! Mr. Lato's going for his wings!"

Lato:

“You can’t dodge me now, Mr. Intelligent Angel.”

slash..."

Intelligent Angel:

“My wings... I wasn't paying attention because of the arrow…”

Haures:

“Good! His wings are useless now!"

Fennesz:

“We did it!"

Lamli:

“Good one, Lattochi!"

Boschi:

“He's falling down! Everyone, on guard!"

Lono:

“Got it! He should be much slower without his wings!"

Haures:

“I won't let him get away..."

Intelligent Angel:

“Ugh..."

flap… flap…

rip...

Lamli:

“Huh? He's not falling?"

flap… flap…

Lono:

“What the hell is that...?"

Boschi:

“No way..."

???:

“What are you doing?"

???:

“I can't believe you let them get your wings. Lame."

Berrien:

“I-is that... another Intelligent Angel...?"

Lucas:

“There are two? It can't be..."

Choices:

“No..."

Intelligent Angel:

“What a bore. I was just starting to have fun..."

???:

“Stop complaining. They really did get your wings..."

Haures:

“Who is that...?"

Fennesz:

“I don't know... But look at him..."

???:

“You all look so confused."

???:

“Haha. Devil Butlers. And your Master."

Cherubim:

“It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Cherubim."

Haures:

“C-Cherubim...?"

Intelligent Angel:

“sigh... You stole all the fun... I didn't even tell them my name yet..."

Cherubim:

“Oh? Really?"

Intelligent Angel:

“It no longer matters..."

Seraphim:

“My name is Seraphim. I apologise for not sharing it sooner."

Fennesz:

“Why are there two of them...?"

Haures:

“This is bad..."

Cherubim:

“Now the real fun begins..."

Seraphim:

“Yes... That's right."

Seraphim's body began to glow.

Lono:

“It's so bright...!"

Haures:

“Don't look! You'll go blind!"

Seraphim:

“Haha ♪"

Fennesz:

“His wings... grew back?"

Haures:

“No way... I've never seen an Angel do that..."

Seraphim:

“Now... Let the real fun begin."

Cherubim:

“Try and take this."

Haures:

“They're coming...! Everyone, at the ready!"

Boschi:

“Got it..."

flap... flap...

Lamli:

“Huh? They flew right over us?"

Fennesz:

“They're aiming for the Guard Squad!"

Lono:

“Master's in danger!"

Haures:

“Everyone, we're going to join the Guard Squad!"

Haures:

“We need to protect the Master..."

dash...

[thebookofnehemiah]

"God's Buzzard." From the Book of Nehemiah, "the Exploration of the Mysteries of the Lions that Lay," 9: 32-37.

The Confession required before the final Consecration of the House concludes with a conclusion: We have never obeyed God or the Torah and now the burden of doing so comes out of necessity rather than willingness.

The Kings of Assyria saw how lawless the people of Israel were and tried to break them. The Books of Amos and Isaiah, (800 BCE) which are the first real religious documents that resemble modern day Judaism ever created explain how this transition was necessary and produce some gorgeous civilized ideals we do not wish to follow.

Observe: The opening words of Judaism state God wants to perofrm a reorg of the faith in order to pave the way to the future:

1 The words of Amos, one of the shepherds of Tekoa—the vision he saw concerning Israel two years before the earthquake, when Uzziah was king of Judah and Jeroboam son of Jehoash[a] was king of Israel.

2 He said:

“The Lord roars from Zion     and thunders from Jerusalem; the pastures of the shepherds dry up,     and the top of Carmel withers.”

Judgment on Israel’s Neighbors

3 This is what the Lord says:

“For three sins of Damascus,     even for four, I will not relent. Because she threshed Gilead     with sledges having iron teeth, 4 I will send fire on the house of Hazael     that will consume the fortresses of Ben-Hadad. 5 I will break down the gate of Damascus;     I will destroy the king who is in[b] the Valley of Aven[c] and the one who holds the scepter in Beth Eden.     The people of Aram will go into exile to Kir,” says the Lord.

6 This is what the Lord says:

“For three sins of Gaza,     even for four, I will not relent. Because she took captive whole communities     and sold them to Edom, 7 I will send fire on the walls of Gaza     that will consume her fortresses. 8 I will destroy the king[d] of Ashdod     and the one who holds the scepter in Ashkelon. I will turn my hand against Ekron,     till the last of the Philistines are dead,” says the Sovereign Lord.

9 This is what the Lord says:

“For three sins of Tyre,     even for four, I will not relent. Because she sold whole communities of captives to Edom,     disregarding a treaty of brotherhood, 10 I will send fire on the walls of Tyre     that will consume her fortresses.”

11 This is what the Lord says:

“For three sins of Edom,     even for four, I will not relent. Because he pursued his brother with a sword     and slaughtered the women of the land, because his anger raged continually     and his fury flamed unchecked, 12 I will send fire on Teman     that will consume the fortresses of Bozrah.”

13 This is what the Lord says:

“For three sins of Ammon,     even for four, I will not relent. Because he ripped open the pregnant women of Gilead     in order to extend his borders, 14 I will set fire to the walls of Rabbah     that will consume her fortresses amid war cries on the day of battle,     amid violent winds on a stormy day. 15 Her king[e] will go into exile,     he and his officials together,” says the Lord.

By 300 BCE when the Nsh was written, things are apparently still not in order and they certainly are not in order now. They cannot remain this way, the damage being done to the world has gone too far. Something must be done, and we must know who is going to do it and when.

The Nsh restates a hyposthesis about this stating "Hardship has once again come upon us." How is this even possible? Why didn't we kill the Nazis a long time ago? What do you mean they sprang up?

Let us once again ask God about this, like it's once again His fault, save us O Lord from thy wrath!

32 “Now therefore, our God, the great God, mighty and awesome, who keeps his covenant of love, do not let all this hardship seem trifling in your eyes—the hardship that has come on us, on our kings and leaders, on our priests and prophets, on our ancestors and all your people, from the days of the kings of Assyria until today. 

33 In all that has happened to us, you have remained righteous; you have acted faithfully, while we acted wickedly. 34 Our kings, our leaders, our priests and our ancestors did not follow your law; they did not pay attention to your commands or the statutes you warned them to keep. 

35 Even while they were in their kingdom, enjoying your great goodness to them in the spacious and fertile land you gave them, they did not serve you or turn from their evil ways.

36 “But see, we are slaves today, slaves in the land you gave our ancestors so they could eat its fruit and the other good things it produces. 37 Because of our sins, its abundant harvest goes to the kings you have placed over us. They rule over our bodies and our cattle as they please. We are in great distress.

The Values in Gematria are:

v. 32: Do not let this hardship come upon us. The Number is 11119, יאיאט‎, yayat, "We are an annex of the God of gods." Jews just love to say "oh we're so awful tee hee!" But that is not good enough, to know one is not up to snuff and then act awfully anyway:

את ('at); the feminine second person singular; you are a woman. Note that this pronoun is spelled the same as the previous two words את ('et). The difference in pronunciation wasn't formalized until the Masoretes did so in the Middle Ages. In Ezekiel 28:14, this feminine pronoun applies to the king of Tyre annex the magnificent cherub-gone-bad of Eden, which commonly prompts exegetes into page long explanations.

אתם ('attem); the masculine second person plural; you are men.

אתן ('atten); the feminine second person plural; you are women.

Note that the actual root of these pronouns is אנת ('nt), but that the letter נ (nun) gets assimilated in the second person; the first person singular is אני ('ani, which is also spelled the same as the noun אני, 'oni, meaning fleet, from the verb אנה, 'ana, see below) or אנכי ('anoki) and plural is אנחנו ('anahnu)."

v. 33-34: Our kings and leaders have failed us. Politicians are supposed to follow the Great Hillel. They are not to swing or swag from these words in their personal lives or in the court houses, legislative houses or the White House but ours do.

The Number is 14702, ידעב‎, yadev, "understand how to be a dov."

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"Do not slander."

v. 35: They did not serve you or turn from their evil ways. The Number is 14098, "ametz, if it rains."

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"I will find you."

This does not mean God will rescue the wicked, it means he will drown them and no loss.

v. 36-37: We are slaves and our harvest goes to them. The Number is 12102, יבקב‎‎, yekev, "the winery."

The winery represents the culmination of the educated and peaceful pursuits of mankind. We have elected men and women and created establishments whose goals are contrary to the sacraments, and this is why we are in trouble. For starters, our law enforcement officials allow people like Karl Rove and Donald Trump to just walk down the street like they are normal people and they are not. And what about that freak show in Texas who wants kids to read the Bible in public school, or the Supreme Court Justices that murdered all those pregnant women with their illegal RVW overturn?

These are all easy pickings, but even still where is all the superior managerial talent that is supposed to assist mankind in the operations of its governments?

The word above yekev means "winery" but it also mean "stick to God's outline" and "stay away from God's buzzard."

[skyloftian-nutcase]

FRRR it’s so hard. I wish I was better with my words but I keep repeating everything hdksbsksbsk rip. Do you want to see some doodles I did for Ammon? Cuz I have some stuff for whumptober so naturally he is in my brain

I ALWAYS WANT TO SEE AMMON ❤️❤️❤️

I find that music helps with writing sometimes, but it’s different for everyone. It’s definitely a struggle though haha

[rebeleden]

Good Girl, Bad Girl: An Insider's Biography of Whitney Houston by Kevin Ammons (2000-06-20) https://a.co/d/dO4jWGK

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RIP LESBIAN ICON WHITNEY HOUSTON

[carltonblaylock]

Judgement on Ammon

Amos 1:13-15 13 Thus says the Lord: “For three transgressions of the people of Ammon, and for four, I will not turn away its punishment, Because they ripped open the women with child in Gilead, That they might enlarge their territory. 14 But I will kindle a fire in the wall of Rabbah, And it shall devour its palaces, Amid shouting in the day of battle, And a tempest in the day of the whirlwind.…

[the-a-gang]

"It's just fabric. I can replace it should you rip it off." Ammon hummed. He made sure everything looked good before coming out of hiding. He smiled as he showed off, twirling once to show him everything. "I hope you like your present." Ammon purred once he reached Damien.

"Of course I want to enjoy my gift." Damien smirked and held Ammon closer.

Ammon chuckled before nodding. "Do you want me to wrap it up pretty or do you want it like this?" He asked with a smirk.