#rogue tongue :))

[lululeighsworld]

it was literally their moment and they just let us watch

(if you need me i'll be marinating in this for the foreseeable future)

[rogueslove]

X-Men Gold #30

[froot-batty]

i listened to the songs from mayhem of the music meister while finishing this up and did NOT expect the neil patrick harris jumpscare

ANYWAY. Lore down there

Daichi Noh grew up in Japan, and from the moment he was old enough to be sentient, he knew he wanted to sing. His parents encouraged this in the beginning, allowing him to take singing lessons or learn instruments in his youth, but grew more and more unhappy with it when his passion for music didn't die down as he aged. At some point they began to wonder when Daichi would start to pursue a more valuable profession, instead of locking himself in his room to write songs or practice his singing.

Their disapproval did not stem Daichi in the slightest, however. In fact, it made their desire to become a rich and beloved musician even stronger. So they went around auditioning for any show or band tryout they could possibly find, whether that be for singing or just to play an instrument.

She managed to not land a singular one. It wasn't because she wasn't talented - she was, after all the time spent practicing - but because of her personality. She had an ego! She spent so much time perfecting her skills that she had grown to think she was the best musician around, so everything had to be her way and everyone needed to think she was the best. It drove a lot of opportunities away.

Growing disheartened by the lack of reception in Japan, Daichi packed it's bags and went off to America, ending up in Gotham of all places. It wasn't the best city....or even a good one...but it did have people desperate enough to hire it on the spot to sing in their bars or clubs, so it would do!

This time in her life is when Daichi fell in love with the many popular musicians and genres from America. She had only been meaning to study the music to appeal to her new audience, but she found herself enraptured by it all. Especially the fashion (as you can probably tell).

Despite this, Daichi was still not a very popular singer. He had gotten jobs and a bit of attention, which satisfied him for a while, but none of the love for him ended up being as passionate as he wanted. Just as he began growing more and more annoyed, he discovered something...peculiar.

One night, during a show, Daichi decided to fuck around with the frequencies of the music that would be played in the background while they sang. During the show itself, they would notice that when the music played and they sang, the people in the crowd seemed to be some sort of...trance. They would follow the words Daichi sang to the letter.

This discovery both delighted and surprised Daichi. It would continue experimenting with the background music until they figured out that the right combination of subliminal background noise hidden in music and Daichi's voice could, effectively, grant it passage into the minds of others.

At first she only used this to have more and more people fawn over her performances (and give her more money, of course). But eventually she'd realize that wasting this newfound power on drab shows in some dingy bar was ridiculous. With her hypnosis, the sky was the limit, and she deserved to take everything she'd ever wanted!

[lithiumrox]

okay my new conspiracy theory for "what the fuck is up with the rat grinders" is that they are specifically using the devil's nectar to forget what they actually did at the end of last year that led to Lucy's death (I think that part was heavily implied) and to make themselves think that they have just been out killing rats and spiders and twig-gremlins.

why did they drop the "high-5 heroes" moniker and embrace "the rat grinders"? what if they were actually up to something much bigger out there the whole time, but they just want everyone (and also themselves) to think that they were just xp-farming in the woods?

[rowanthestrange]

The Doctor asking Rogue!Master how long the birds live for torture purposes, directly relating to him ultimately deciding to jump in for Ruby rather than let the Doctor choose to kill her or not - cus he knows for a fact when Fifteen finds out he was in league with the birds and responsible for her death, he apparently is the sort of Doctor that — as explicitly stated — will torture him forever for that.

[scribe-of-stories]

I need to get some characters out of my head, and as I have failed to find a world/story that properly suits them (very sad) they will instead have to live in writeblr posts.

Today, Ish (he/they/it) and Levi (pronounced Lev - ee, They/Them)! A Rebellious and Heretical Vampire and his favorite person in the whole wide world.

Where they currently don't have a world to be attached to, they do come with lore. The term Vampire in this setting is an Umbrella that refers to a set of similar supernatural beings. The requirements to be called a Vampires is to sustain yourself through consuming blood and sunlight sensitivity; but most vampires vary greatly in how the blood is consumed, supernatural origins, and power sets.

You've got the Cursed/Damned/etc. whom are horrific mirrors of humanity whom have to kill to feed, created as punishment from a god of justice. The Moonlit, descendants of a lunar goddess, are capable of withstanding sunlight, not to say they enjoy it, and can feed freely without the need for death. Ish, though, is an Elect.

The first Elect was made during a time of countries overthrowing their kings, of power changing hands from bloodlines to bureaucrats and officials. It is said that a King, fearful of his own people, pleaded with a local Psychopomp to extend his life and his reign. The entity decided to grant this wish, and bestow a curse.

The King would be immortal, in good health, and even powerful; but to sustain he must consume only blood that was freely offered to him, never taken. To maintain himself and his kingdom, he was cursed to bend a knee to his people and accept only through them could he survive. It should be noted that though this story is likely true, the name of this king and his kingdom are long forgotten.

Elect have an attraction to power. They tend to become socialites, bureaucrats, politicians, and religious leaders. Positions where there are crowds willing to sustain them in return for their continued service, deserved or otherwise. More stable covens of Elect have a tendency of starting small cults around themselves or whatever small god they can control. It was one such Coven that turned Ish.

I think this post has become long enough. There is an irony, I'm realizing, in saying there is no world or story for these characters then going on for 300 words about the world and lore needed for them.

Considering how much this post was about Ish, I think I'll talk about Levi next.

[ciccerone]

Juri by Monori Rogue

[conscious-naivete]

been relistening to the vesta clinic all out of order and it’s delightful how the opening theme will literally wash over me and i can feel my shoulders just instantly relax

[ranger-danger]

Dnd people who hate rangers are so funny. Oh you love bards, but think rangers are useless in combat? That’s rich. Next you’ll tell me you love monks, but think rangers are too weak. What do you love sorcerers and think rangers suck?

[lorstandian]

fun fact. when you have a bounty in world pvp you can enter a pet battle and become literally unattackable by any means. not even npcs can get you out of the pet battle.

most likely due to the fact i dont think blizzard foresaw people pet battling in warmode, let alone with a bounty on your head.

[mwolf0epsilon]

To say he wasn't quite expecting the spectacle that awaited them in the medbay was an understatement. Although, that said, he doubted anyone could conjure up the absolute abomination Olly had laid eyes upon.

Truthfully, when he'd decided to accompany Rhythm when the new medic called for him, Olly really didn't think he'd be faced with...

Well, this...

"What in the fresh hell...?" For once he let his voice go a little higher than usual as he stared at the bizarre setup. The harness itself was fairly standard. The B1 droid torso strapped to it not so much. The thick cables connecting the back of its head to the medic even less so.

"This, gentlemen, is revolutionary homebrewed medical engineering." The tinny voice of a standard B1 proclaimed, while the medic grinned wildly with unabashed delight.

"Stars... That is... Wow." Rhythm was caught between sounding impressed, stupefied and honestly a little afraid. "Is it safe?"

"Seeing as the test is going well without signs of major discomfort and/or painful death on my end?" The medic shifted his weight from one leg to the other. The B1 torso remained motionless, basically little more than a prop. "I'd say so!"

"Death was on the table?!"

"Wait... Are you back to doing trial runs on yourself...?"

"I would never do onto a patient anything I couldn't be sure is safe. I might technically be signed up as the dental expert, but you'll find I have a lot of other proficiencies and a fine work ethic!" The medic proclaimed, the tinny voice sounding mildly offended. "That said, this process has been quite difficult to iron out, unlike the other projects I've dabbled in... It's not as straight forward as an extraction, or a root canal, or even making a crutch that both aids you in getting around and with reaching high shelving when your range of shoulder joint movement is severely impaired... So uh, yeah, I needed someone to be here in case something went wrong."

"That's... Teeh that's a little... Dangerous." Rhythm winced. Olly agreed.

"It is... But sometimes a leap of faith is what gets things going. And while I trust you all to respect me when I sign... I can't say the same for everyone else on this planet..." He insisted with a slight frown.

This Olly understood as well. There had been instances where the mute medic had been deliberately ignored when he'd expressed concerns. Sure this contraption was a little insane from conceptualization to execution, but it would certainly make it harder for people to ignore him. Especially with such an outstandingly grating voice.

At the end of the day it was no different from the various custom-fitted crutches, canes, hoverchairs, prosthetics and other assorted items Tongue Twister had made for the vode who needed that little extra bit of help getting by. Everyone deserved some independence.

"Plus when has anyone ever heard a Clanker say 'I'm gonna fuck your mum' in several different languages?"

Olly sighed in exasperation while Rhythm let out a startled laugh. Of course.

[thespookywoods]

sister argenta would be a lesbian locked romancable NPC if games workshop weren’t cowards

[lavellane]

more heinrix posting sorry. i need him in a way that would get me branded an enemy of humanity by holy terra btw.

[jackals-ships]

marazhai thoughts im gonna say something unhinged again no one look at me

[godkilller]

i am juST SAYING HERE---- 🛑

send 🛑 to clean blood off of my muse after they protected yours. add + to reverse so receiver is the one cleaning blood off sender.

AIZEN WAS STILL SLUGGISH FROM THE TOLLING EFFECTS OF AT LAST WIELDING HIS BANKAI, it seemed. It didn't help that their enemy was capable of likely unmaking Gin in the same blip of minimal thought that had gone into sealing his slit throat prior ---- Yhwach was something of a horror beyond anything Gin could properly comprehend. Intimidating, yet approachable in the sense that... he was some dreadful, unavoidable thing. A black hole sucking them inward, threatening to turn all to the swallowing dark that sought to cloak the world. Could Shinso even mark him, could it even pierce his skin? Going in, Gin hadn't fell prey to any delusion that he'd be more helpful than a mere decoy, a thing to dangle in front of Yhwach to make him strike so that Aizen could take advantage.

The Quincy King's Blut Vene seemed impenetrable, enough so that Yhwach already successfully flung the rogue Shinigami through a handful of structures in a sort of recoiling response to his armored aura being attacked. Gin could handle brushing off rubble from his midst, though it did still hurt, he was not so breakable now with the restoration of his peak health and the return of his right arm. Yhwach's defenses were formidable nonetheless, though Kamishini No Yari's bite could possibly be fast enough that the steeled skin or shielding aura couldn't manifest in time to protect its host.

It was worth a shot, especially after Yhwach went and blasted a hole into Aizen's chest.

❝ — hey! ❞ An unnecessary outcry, Gin knew, but anything to gain even half a second's worth of time ---- he aimed, he made sure that Aizen wasn't in the crossfire this time. A little backwards to then slash his sword out in defense of the man who he had once attempted -- no, succeeded to kill in a very similar fashion. Realistically, Gin knew that Aizen could regenerate the wound fairly fast. He also knew Yhwach was possibly the only remaining thing in existence that could wipe Aizen off the face of the universe. He didn't want to risk giving the Quincy King a chance to test that theory.

Yhwach moved in for another blow against the bloodied Aizen and thus Gin struck in tandem to intercept. When his blade swept across the great expanse of the invaded Royal Palace, Gin paid no mind to the collateral damages that Kamishini No Yari caused in the background. Pale towers collapsed, but it was Yhwach he sought to rend in two. For a brief blip he saw that black caped figure indeed separate with the wedging cut of his Zanpakuto. Yet, in the instant following, a blinked snap erased the deed and Gin was subsequently overshadowed by a volley of arrows zipping his way.

The crack of forceful gusts of power and wind that his blade caused when it retracted back to defend its wielder was deafening, a delayed roar of sound akin to the way thunder lurked through the sky following the swift dart of lightning. He swept the blade back out in another snapping shot in a wide arch to cut through the incoming volley, shattered light and shards of arrows came raining down in a sweep in the weapon's stead.

Another blip, and those arrows snapped into repair (or were they ever truly cut to begin with...?) a frustratingly sharp spark of panic ignited in Gin when he rushed to Shunpo out from the line of fire instead, dashing to narrowly avoid becoming skewered through the chest by the seemingly inevitable barrage. He hadn't attempted 'blocking' the blow for kicks, it was expansive, blanketing the entirety of the area Gin stood at -- those fast-traveling beams of blue were relentless and quick to overwhelm.

He was struck ---- ran through, to be exact, how an arrow glided in and out of skin and muscle alike like butter yielding to a hot knife. Struck, but Gin didn't have time to assess where, or how badly, just that the bite was akin to the jab of a needle, different from how Kyoka Suigetsu had run him through two years ago. This was cleaner. Perfect. It seemed Gin worked as a fine enough distraction whilst that telltale blur of orange hair proceeded to strike out against Yhwach, a grand slash that landed true, leading to a terribly stiff silence thereafter. He didn't remember falling down, didn't even stop to touch at the wound he sustained. And only with the grip that still slightly tinged and itched at his skin firmly holding onto his regenerated right arm did Gin realize he was being guided back onto his feet.

The entirety of Soul Society proceeded to celebrate, to collapse with relief, to mourn, to move toward recovery and rebuilding and all sorts of wondrous things whilst the two traitors vanished. Best to not linger and give the crippled Gotei 13 a chance to remember they needed to shove Aizen Sousuke back into Muken.

Their subsequent return to the vast outskirts, a safehouse tucked away, was near-immediate. Aizen's Sentan Hakuja was as empowered as the rest of his Kido, seemingly, and the massive leap between realms (albeit the Royal Palace was cracking through the fabric of realities at the time...) led them to the Rukongai. Effortless, despite their mutual bloodied states. Aizen's arm was already reformed, though his chest still suffered a slower rebound. Gin almost laughed out loud when the man gingerly touched against his bleeding side. Ah, that's where he got hit, then -- a bit difficult to discern amongst the chaos.

It was funny, getting fussed over whilst the man had a hole in his chest. But at this rate that was a state of normalcy between them, wasn't it? That wound was closing before Gin's eyes, anyway. Durable bastard.

❝ Gonna whip out your Bankai to fix this one, too, Sousuke? I'll be covered in gold at this rate. ❞ More of a tease than an actual ask; he wasn't dying from this, though he needed to stop the bleeding. Aizen seemed on top of that, a hovered hand emitting a low hot glow. Golden light as opposed to the standard green -- likely a token of his released powers prior.

❝ You didn't have to do that, Gin. ❞ Aizen spoke, healing away the residual ache as well. He was thorough, a glint of something in that one visible eye.

❝ I'm aware. ❞ A pause, and Gin swallowed down something in favor of electing for more sass. A grin, a playful tip upwards of his chin, and oh how they fell back into such trivial little bickers and snarks. Aizen's hand ceased its hovering, instead pressing to the Shinigami's mended side. Gin did not draw back, no matter the heat that subtly burned with that contact. If Aizen kept his touch intact perhaps Gin would become branded over the course of, say, ten or fifteen minutes? Another handprint to join the array of jagged scars and golden lines of repair that scattered across his body. The possession was mutual; ❝ But he crossed a line. Only I'm allowed to blast a hole'n your chest. ❞

[silverlistenstothings]

I have a couple of Hermie Class Thoughts bouncing around in my head, but what I want to present to the people today is Wild Magic Sorcerer. I think Hermie should be a glass cannon with a decent chance of ruining shit for everyone. If he has magic powers, I don’t think he’s got any idea how to deal with them and he should make it everyone’s problem.