#silu speaks

[sillysiluriforme]

FIFTY SEVEN FUCKING PAGES

[silliersiluriforme]

luka's punishment for overusing his miraculous will be hanging out with emilie agreste and colt fathom in magic limbo for eternity

[princeofsnails]

In light of the current political climate, I'm trying to take a step back from social media. At least to keep myself from doomscrolling.

So, just keep in mind that the world may seem a bit darker right now, but we must keep going. For ourselves, and for those we love.

And if not that, then out of pure spite.

[undeadcourier]

Top 10 F:NV Side Quests/Unmarked Quests You Don't Want To Miss

These are specifically quests that I think are particularly entertaining, offer unique role-playing opportunities, and/or provide interesting insights into the game's npcs—and which I think are pretty easy to miss. For that reason, I haven't included any companion quests or some of the more prominent side quests.

1. The White Wash - Discover why the NCR sharecroppers aren't getting their full allotment of water and what happened to Corporal White. My recommendation: bring Arcade.

2. Silus Treatment - Help Lieutenant Boyd at Camp McCarran in her interrogation of Silus, a Legion Centurion. My recommendation: do this with Speech 50 or Intelligence 8.

3. Someone to Watch Over Me - Help Crandon keep North Vegas Square safe from squatters/Greasers; discover what happened to Alice Hostetler and advise her with regard to her family problems.

4. Aba Daba Honeymoon - Help Diane and Jack of the Great Khans with their chem trade. You can learn the special unarmed move, Khan Trick, by completing this quest.

5. Why Can't We Be Friends? - Either facilitate an alliance between Samuel Cooke and the Powder Gangers of Vault 19 and the Great Khans, or destroy the caves for Philip Lem and convince him to either join the Khans or turn himself and the Powder Gangers in to the NCR.

6. I Fought the Law - Help Eddie deal with some problems the Powder Gangers have had since taking the NCRCF.

7. A Final Plan for Esteban - Retrieve Esteban's body from the Fiends for his widow, Private Morales, who is stuck at Camp McCarran. My recommendation: speak to the NCR troopers stationed nearby the Fiend base before and after retrieving the bodies.

8. Malleable Mini Boomer Minds - Make friends with the kids at Nellis. My recommendation: bring a rocket souvenir or dino toy (distinct from a dinky souvenir).

9. Rotface's Loose Lips - Get the hot goss from Rotface in Freeside. My recommendation: talk to him at least 30 times so you don't miss anything juicy.

10. Thought for the Day - Have your fortune told by the Forecaster beneath the 188 Trading Post.

[thewingedbaron]

Owlcatober Day Six: Alone

Fandom: Warhammer 40k Rogue Trader

Warnings: Mentions of Bodily Harm, Body Horror, Gore

City of Pain (889 words)

Read here under the cut or on Ao3

Silus Von Valancius, Rogue Trader of the Von Valancius Dynasty, Master of the Khronos Expanse, Possessor of the Sacred Warrant of Trade had lead blocks for feet. HIs vision swam in and out from his good eye while the ocular implant over his right side fed nonsensical data directly into his brain. He attempted to steady himself against the nearest wall. He nearly fell when his palm slipped in blood, sending his careening forward like a drunkard. With every small movement, his body sang in agony. A perfect symphony of screams that threatened to shatter what little grasp of himself he had. 

Somewhere ahead of him, the shaky form of a beggar appeared. The figure might have been human. They were so caked in blood, dried and fresh it was hard to tell. Long, open wounds ran the lengths of their arms, legs, and face, held shut by uneven lines of stables applied to the flesh. Both ears were missing, as was their scalp, and most of their teeth. The shaky figure stumbled toward the Rogue Trader, a twisted grimace upon their lips. 

“Gihhh meh uh guuhn.” The figure slurred. Silus cocked his head at the words. They were near indecipherable. As the stranger opened their mouth to speak again, Silus realized why. Half of their tongue was gone. 

“Gihh meh uh guuhn!” The figure insisted, brandishing a small knife with a shaky hand. Blood pooled on their lips as they repeated the words, pointing feverishly to the Rogue Trader’s right hand. 

Silus allowed his eyes to drop, following the point of the knife to his hand. Ah, the gun. He had forgotten it was in his hand, and yet there it was. An archaic stub revolver, with rusted hinges and a well worn grip. He tried to remember where he got it and was left with some vague impression of a babbling mask pressing the pistol into his hand before disappearing in a flourish. 

His eyes returned to the knife and the figure holding it. They were angry now. Their tortured face contorting into a sneer of rage as they stumbled another foot toward him. 

“Gihh meh un guhhun!” They shouted, blood now pouring from the stub of their tongue.

Somewhere in the back of his pain riddled mind, Silus remembered what it was to be annoyed. The figure was a step away from him now, still brandishing the knife with weak fervor. He reached from the weapon, intending to pluck it from the Rogue Trader’s hand just as Silus lifted the revolver to him. The first shot blew the stranger’s arm off at the elbow. The scarred man screamed, falling to his knees as he clutched the stump, trying to stem the tide of crimson. The second shot scattered his skull across the pathwork floor. 

“No.” Silus replied, frowning at the corpse. 

He shambled on.

- - -

The gladiator’s den was not much to look at. A stinking pit full of prisoners fated to die, but it was the only shelter he could find. Silus sat against a weeping pipe, trying his best to ignore the slime that was slowly seeping through his coat. He forced himself to think through the pain, battling back the panic and despair that gnawed at the corners of his mind as he took inventory of himself. 

His left arm was a mess. Small incisions littered his skin, as if the drukari had peeled back the skin to study his musculature then pinned it back in place with small staples. His ribs felt shattered, screaming in protest with every small movement of his body. He was also fairly certain a vertebrae had been removed from his back. Those, along with thousands of cuts, scrapes, and burns, and whatever the drukhari had injected him with, left the Rogue Trader as weak as a kitten, and utterly alone. 

Think, Throne damn you. His mind screamed. Focus. 

What was the point? His retinue was scattered. His ship would never reach him here, even if he had the means to contact them, and the knowledge to guide them. He could hardly move, and only had four shots left in the revolver hidden within his threadbare coat. 

If you survived, they must have too. His mind whispered. He blinked. He was still alive. Hurt, nearly immobile, but alive. This level of the city was not that large from what he remembered of his stumbling journey here. Silus fumbled around his coat, searching his pockets for anything else useful. There, he discovered the mask’s second gift, one he did not remember receiving. A finger length stim with a nasty looking needle, filled with a mysterious green sludge. 

Throne preserve me. He thought as he drove the needle into his thigh and pressed the injector. Immediately, the pain faded from a roar to a rumble. When he tested his legs, he found that he could stand with only a slight tremble. It was far from perfect, but certainly better than he had been moments before. He didn’t waste time wondering about it as a plan began to form in his mind. First he would need more stims, they must come from somewhere. Then, he would find his retinue. If he had survived, some of them must have. 

Then, they were going to blast their way out of this warp damned city. 

[khamomile-kitty]

It's strange that for someone so hellbent on boycotting eurovision, you seem to be posting quite a bit in the tag. Doesn't that make it trend more? Draw more attention to it?

Hi @silu-cypo lmao. Weak ass argument you got there. The bad press is needed. The kind I’m talking abt is publicly saying that it’s being boycotted, and why. The kind ppl like you seem to be hellbent on defending is “hate watching” aka handing over your wallet and your approval to the show runners for endorsing genocide no matter what you say abt it. Actions speak louder than words, bitch. Amd I’m posting it to the tag so that posers like you can see it.

[rita-rae-siller]

The Silent Sisters: Religious Faction Overview

The Silent Sisters

An order of assassins/warriors dedicated to the queen of the gods, Silus; Goddess of Shadows, Subterfuge, Magic, and more recently, the Protector of Women.

Read on below!

These warrior priestesses are the Garmoran equivalent to an old Råthvalii sisterhood: The Shadows, who worship Silus’ Morvaaran counterpart, Eyre. Alura was trained by them once she hit puberty until she was 20. She has a lot of friends in the sisterhood.

They were founded around the time of the founding of the first Garmoran empire, rising to power alongside the White Cloaks. In a time period of chaos, when most of the men were off fighting in the war and few remained to protect the villages and towns, the priestesses of Silus taught themselves how to fight, learning powerful magics from their dark mistress to take the faces of men for a short time. The sight of strong young men around would often ward off raiding parties from the neighboring kingdom, Rahtma that were looking for easy targets.

The magic only changed the face, not the voice, so the women would never speak when disguised. This stipulation in their magic is how the sisterhood got its name. There are rumors that the initiated have their tongues removed, or their voices are stolen by their mistress upon joining. In reality, they are just wearing the faces of others and can’t blow their cover. 

A single sister can have up to 10 different faces that she can morph between at any given time. Their numbers are a close-kept secret, so they change faces multiple times a shift to give the impression that there are more of them than there really are. This is largely because they are not well loved in Garmoran society. Men find them threatening, and the possibility that the emperor may one day decide that they set a dangerous example for women grows more likely with every new generation that takes the throne. But they’re still a beacon of hope for women across the empire. 

After Garmora conquered Rahtma and the first empire was officially decreed, the Silent Sisters offered their services to the emperor, who gladly accepted. They became the guardians of all women, and patrol the halls of every goddess’ temple when not assigned to assassinate or spy upon a target. 

They protect Cardinals in a similar fashion to the White Cloaks. Cardinal Iseal, who oversees the Temple of Satmet, Goddess of Fire, The Sun, The Stars, Motherhood, and Childbirth, is guarded only by the Silent Sisters, since the temple bans any men on its grounds. There aren’t very many female White Cloaks, so the Silent Sisters are her entire security detail. 

Obviously, Cardinal Lathima, who currently oversees Silus’ temple, has a retinue of Sisters at her back, but since her temple allows male initiates, she has a very small detail of White Cloaks assigned to her by the emperor as a formality.

Unlike White Cloaks, no one can be promised to join the Sisterhood. Instead, they are chosen in special ceremonies on the first new moon of the solar year. Young Initiates must be between 12 and 14, and have to pass a test given by the high priestesses to determine if they have magic. If they pass, they are brought into Silus’ inner sanctum for their initiation.

The initiates' heads are shaved and are painted in Silus’ holy sigils from head to toe, completely naked. The room is open to the sky, and the new moon passes directly overhead in a perfect arc the night of the joining. This is viewed as Silus witnessing the initiation of her newest devotees. It’s a very sacred night, and absolutely no male intruders are allowed. Male initiates of Silus are often forced to leave the temple entirely during the Silent Sister’s ritual day. This ritual is performed in tandem with every temple across the empire. Like their founders, whom were spread across the land and couldn’t safely or feasibly gather in one giant group to perform the rites, the sisters choose their initiates locally.

The Sisters that participate bring out a liquor made from the flowers of the Guadij Cactus that grows all over Garmora’s deserts. The cactus blooms on the full moon before the ritual, and its blooms are carefully harvested and mixed with honey to ferment in clay pots so that the distilled alcohol will be ready in time for the ritual

This drink is known as the Night’s Eye, and is very hallucinogenic. The initiates and the sisters all go for a shared trip, and it is said that the initiates are given their powers directly from Silus. 

Another aside, the Shadows go through a VERY similar initiation, and they are also ONLY women. The only major difference is that they use mushrooms instead of cactus. The Råthvali claim that the Silent Sisters were taught the magic when they were helping Garmora take over Rahtma, which at the time was a menace to everybody in the same way Garmora ultimately is during the story. 

After initiation, the new sisters are then confined to temple grounds and go through very vigorous training until their 20th birthday, when their powers are considered honed and stabilized. 

[vivifriend]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by the lovely @wildhexe and @rainpebble3. Thank you. ^_^

Tagging @raine-kai. No pressure, only if you feel like sharing. And anyone else who might see this and want to participate. :)

I just posted my most recent chapter of Learning Curve so have a snippet from a side story (Meanwhile fic) set during the same timeline. Erandur goes back to Dawnstar to check in on the people and during a conversation with several of the inhabitants finds things are not as well as he hoped.

===============================================

"A time or two I have considered getting leave to build a small chapel of Mara here. It is too much to expect the people of The Pale to travel to Riften or Solitude."

"Most of us wouldn't mind," Seren said thoughtfully. "Better you than that cultist of Mehrunes Dagon."

A shiver ran down his spine and he tilted his head slightly. "There is a cultist of Dagon in town?"

"Silus Vesuius," Rustleif supplied.

"I'm not surprised he avoided you," Brina added. "He's trying to build a museum to the Mythic Dawn."

"That is an unfortunate endeavor," he said softly.

"Yes but Skald refuses to do anything about it because he doesn't see how it applies to the war effort."

Reaching up, he grasped his amulet, thinking a silent prayer. Lady Mara, is this your purpose in sending me here? Must I once again utilize my skills with violence to protect the innocent? His amulet warmed under his fingers and he sighed, closing his eyes. I understand. "Is there anything I should know before I approach him?" he asked, projecting an aura of calm.

"He's trying to fix a strange dagger," Rustleif said. "He came by our forge with shards of a blade and a scabbard asking pointed questions about how best to repair it. There was something wrong with the metal. It felt wrong."

"There was something unnatural at work," Seren agreed. 

"Has anyone spoken with him?" he asked, his mace feeling heavier with every word shared. 

"Madena. She's tried to dissuade him a time or two but he just yells at her."

He frowned, digesting that information. "Where would I find Madena?"

"The White Hall," Horik offered. "But Skald would never allow you in. He's taken an even firmer stance against Dunmer in the past few months. Swore he'd drive them all into the sea the last time he crossed paths with Ravam Verethi."

One of the miners listening in snorted. "And Ravam told him that he was more than willing to jump in the ocean as long as Skald did too. Predictably, Skald blustered and ran off."

The others snickered, Brina politely trying to hide hers and Erandur kept his gaze stoic. What was Skald thinking, threatening a sailor with being tossed into the ocean? If anyone in this place knows how to survive in frigid water it's them. "Is there anyone who could perhaps get Marena a message for me? It may be prudent to speak with her before I speak with Silus."

"I can do that," Rustleif offered, looking at his wife. "I'll meet you at the inn Seren."

She smiled and nodded, stepping to the side when he pulled his arm away.

"Thank you," Erandur said quietly. "I appreciate it."

[bleadingheartart]

I spent way too much time thinking about this so:

For Gideon the ninth:

Palamedes as Bunsen and Cam as Beaker, Pepe and Rizzo as Isaac and Jeannemary, Miss Piggy as Corona, Naberius as Swedish Chef, Ianthe as Camilla the chicken, Gonzo as Harrow, Fozzie as Gideon, Silus and Colum as Statler and Waldorf, Marta as Sam the Eagle, Judith as Kermit, Abigail as Scooter, Magnus as Rowlf, Teacher as animal, Protesilaus as Bobo the bear, and Dulcinea as the only human.

All the lyctors are human so at the end Ianthe and Harrow turn human.

For Harrow the ninth all the Lyctors are played by humans so it seems like a normal movie until the flashbacks when the character are muppets. Ortus is also played by Fozzie but he’s confused about it and all the other characters are the same.

When Gideon takes over Harrow’s body she’s played by Gonzo but with Fozzie’s voice. When Pyrrha takes over for G1deon she’s played by Crazy Harry (the muppet who blows things up)

And finally for Nono the ninth Nona is played by Gonzo and everyone outside the nine houses is human but they never acknowledge that the others are muppets. Pyrrha is still crazy Harry, Cam and Pal share Beakers body but when it’s Pal he speaks in Bunsen’s voice, and the rest of the casting stands (which means that when Pal and Ianthe are battling for Babs’ body they’re possessing the Swedish Chef).

“Gideon the ninth should adapted to a tv show!” “Gideon the ninth should be adapted to a game!” Youre all wrong, it should be adapted to a muppet movie.

[pupkinpumpkin]

https://www.tumblr.com/thievinghippo/763052703781879808/31-days-of-dragon-age?source=share

Oct 31: Introduce your Rook

Ok I'm not gonna be able to play Veilguard as soon as I want to, so instead of doing this after I've finished my Rook, I'll do it before

(very simple sketch, not exactly what I'm going for, but it's something)

Carlotta Sabella Mercar

-Born in Antiva to her mother, Marisa Sabella, a prostitute who works and lives at a brothel

- Her mother wanted to be a singer, but, despite having a beautiful voice, she didn't make the cut and had to go into prostitution to work. She doesn't want this life for her daughter, and tries to find any way to get her and Carlotta out of it

- All the women in the brothel pity Carlotta as a child, all accepting that she will become a prostitute when she gets older, since that's how some of them became prostitutes in the first place

- They all still love her and treat her like a little sister

- When her mother was busy, some of the women would take Carlotta to the beach, teaching her to swim, and just letting her be a kid for a bit

- Her mom would also take her to the docks to get food and clothing, some of her favorite memories

- When Carlotta is around 9, her mother falls in love with another elf who promises to bring her to Ferelden and marry her, as long as she meets him at the docks at midnight

- Her mother goes to the docks, bringing Carlotta along, only to find a bunch of other women who were promised the same and are all surrounded and captured by slavers who set it as a trap

- They bring them all to Tevinter, where Carlotta's mother distracts the guards long enough to let Carlotta run away

- Carlotta lives on the Tevinter streets for awhile until she gets adopted by a military officer

- Her adopted family includes her father, Octavius and her 3 brothers, Octavius Jr. (3 yrs older than her), Silus (2 months older), and Gideon (2 years younger than her).

- Her magic develops at 10, which brings her family from the Soporati class to the Laetan class

- As her and her brothers grow up, Octavius Jr. and Gideon join the military with their father while Silus becomes a Templar

-Silus is her favorite brother and they enjoy sparring together

- Octavius Jr and Gideon get married at one point, w Octavius Jr having two kids and Gideon having one kid. Silus is kinda in a situationship with another Templar

- She loves learning, and, due to missing Antiva, she develops a love for learning about different countries' histories and cultures.

- She strives to keep her accent, and it comes out sometimes when she's saying certain words, but mostly it's when she's mad or actually speaking the language

- She misses the food and the sights of Antiva the most. Whenever she was upset as a child, her father would make her paella. Not well, but she still appreciated the gesture

- As a girl with 3 brothers, she learns to take a hit and hit back harder, even as a mage

- Her father is very protective of her, which frustrates her greatly, and, as she gets older, he gets very picky over who she can date

- She acts out because of this for awhile, hooking up with a lot of different people, but eventually she calms down

- She still dates whoever she wants tho bc she's very comfortable with her body and who she is sexually, probably in part to living in a brothel for awhile

- She never dates the guys her father picks out for her though. They're always way too traditional and one of them turned out to be a Venatori supporter

- The thing that makes her the angriest is when someone calls her 'exotic' or insults her heritage

- She becomes a Shadow Dragon out of a sense of guilt of her being free while so many others, including her mother, are used and abused

- When her family finds out, it causes a lot of tension

- Octavius Jr is the most pissed, worrying over how her job may endanger the family. Gideon chooses not to look at it and refuses to engage in a conversation about it. Her father understands why, but he's too protective of her to fully accept it and will actively hinder her when he knows she's on a mission

- Her brother Silus is the most accepting of it, aiding her and her companions sometimes

- Her mother trusted a random elf, and it got her and Carlotta captured, so Carlotta believes that actions speak louder than words, and while she can get along with people quite easily, she usually keeps them at arms length

- That doesn't mean she keeps everyone at a distance though. When she loves, she loves hard, and she is the most loyal and trustworthy friend you'll ever have if you befriend her

- Like her mother, she has a beautiful singing voice, and she often hums or sings when she's nervous or deep in thought

- Since she was raised in a military household, she's very tidy and eats rather fast

- As someone who lived in a brothel for the first part of her life however, she touches very casually a lot, something her family just kind of gets used to

- Carlotta uses her mother's maiden name as a middle name since she never had a middle name in the first place

- Her family all takes turns cooking, so she isn't a chef by any means, but she can make decent food

- Since she lived in a brothel and then lived with a military family in a crowded city, she's very used to noises around her at all times, so not being around people or not having background noise makes her uncomfortable, probably another reason why she hums when she's nervous

- At 25, Carlotta, as a Shadow Dragon, finally finds her mother, working as a slave in a wealthy noble's mansion. They hug and cry and talk for hours about how their lives have gone, and her mother is happy for her. Carlotta begs her mother to let her help and free her. Her mother tells her that she'll think about it, but she's not sure yet. She can't really think of what she'd do since she's been a slave for such a long time, and now that she knows Carlotta is safe, she's satisfied with her life. The next time Carlotta comes to visit and convince her, she finds out that her mother died due to a political rival killing the noble and any of the slaves that tried to interfere, including her.

- This fucks her up for awhile, but she comes to terms with it and is very grateful for at least being able to see her and know what happened to her after so many years.

- When Carlotta is 28, Gideon dies while fighting Qunari, leaving a grieving widow and a child. Gideon's wife (Treissa)tries to sell herself into slavery so she can provide for her and her child (Claudia), but Carlotta refuses to let that happen and she convinces them to move in with her. She and Treissa become closer and she loves Claudia like a little sister

- She's just a big family person

- When she's sleeping with someone she cares about, she has to touch some part of them to sleep properly. She just needs to know that they're there

- Carlotta is currently 31 at the time of Veilguard

Ok I'm done now

[sillysiluriforme]

Is Luka eating a rat a side affects of using the snake miraculous and what will be the side affect of the other miraculouses

here are a few

based on a shitty list made at 2 am

[silliersiluriforme]

[nox-the-former-demon]

>>In this post, I, the former demon known now as Nox will detail my current situation. My position in the headspace of my headmate, the relationships I’ve managed to forge, and the peculiarities that surround me.

First, there was absolution. An emptiness that drained any sense of self from me. I had assumed that that was what second death felt like, what having your existence wiped out would be. When you see nothing, hear nothing, experience nothing, you first go mad, and then you go quiet, and you cease. All thought goes quiet and you feel the absolute nothingness that. An only be described as a disconnection from existence itself. This was my state of being for a long time as I recovered. It makes sense, all that had survived of me was my eye, not that I knew that at the time.

After the absolution, when I was fully recovered, absolute quiet became murmurs, whispers in the distance that cut the quiet and woke me from my seemingly eternal rest. As I open my eyes, I found myself in darkness, twisted and abstract. I was wandering, lost, following the sounds I heard in an attempt to find something. Anything. I didn’t know who o was, where I was, why I was. All I knew was that I was.

It was when I finally grew close enough to the source of the sounds that I could make them out clearly that I began to be able to act in any capacity. And I’ll admit, I was a bit of a dick. I could hear self lamentation, self hatred, and I decided to make it worse. To insult and chastise and just generally be a jerk. It was the only thing that felt appropriate in the moment. And while she couldn’t make me out clearly at first, Asa did hear. And she responded in some part. This made the rest of my journey out of the dark easier. Eventually I spotted a light. Eventually I found what would become our single room headspace.

That simple space, maybe 12 feet on any side, a perfect square, a pair of screens, a chair, and Asa. I didn’t recognize her at first. And she didn’t notice me at first either. I sat down, and I watched. Her drama was like a movie to me. I was the passive observer, like the passenger in the car of a road trip: I could speak to the driver, who may or may not acknowledge me, but I still didn’t have power yet. Not yet.

It was a while before that came. Before Asa started to realize that I wasn’t just her self doubts. The thing that tipped us was her first big breakdown. Emotions ran heavy, and she couldn’t handle it, so she fell out of the chair. It would have been a total shut down, but I was there. And I played with the controller some. I experimented. I did chores, spoke as if I was her. Establishing that I could have just as much control as Asa could. And eventually, she caught onto me.

We still didn’t know much about what I was yet. But my presence grew more and more undeniable until I was finally spoke directly to eachother by way of the app known as discord, a private server, speaking back and forth, seemingly to one’s self, but not. Our personalities clashed. We thought I was a splinter of hers at first, pieces that had broken off and started to exist on their own. That would prove wrong later when Asa would go to confide in someone else. When true coincidence, or maybe true fate, struck.

The person Asa had confided in was possessed by Silus, and I recognized him. And all my memories started to rush back. I did my best to try and tak Silus down, talk my son down from his rage, but it didn’t help. I’ll talk more about this later but what mattered was I was remembering. And once I remembered who I was, Asa did too.

It is at this point now where I need to explain those who surround me. Asa, my headmate, my murderer, my metamour… Asa had been born in such a condition that lead to her eventually going on to meet and marry Cariel’s reincarnation. Something Cariel had no doubt planned for as well. The pair of them lived their mortal lives together, four children in tow, followed by a pair of guardians. Flak, Asa’s brother from before being born again, watched Cariel, and Casella, another of Cariel’s servants, guarded and monitored Asa, intangible spirits who had at some point in the past been forced to come in contact with them, building interpersonal relationships by way of possession and communication. I was surrounded by my former enemies.

Before you ask, no, my presence wasn’t appreciated at first. They tried to get rid of me but they couldn’t. I was tangled too deep in Asa’s soul. At first, the plan was for me to keep quiet. I had my confidants I’d speak to but nobody else. But… well, now that I was alive again, mortal again, I started to grow lonely.

And eventually, I had to make my presence known. First to Cariel, or rather, to Nel. Nel was the person who needed to know first because to be frank, never talking aloud was maddening. Nel wasn’t thrilled by it, but accepted it, albeit not without some threats. Honestly it was a massive shift from the Cariel I knew. As Nel, they were more… how to describe it… less holier than thou, more wrath of nature. It was refreshing in its own way. And it was around this point in time I decided I needed a new name. My old name didn’t suit me in my current state. It took a couple days, but the name Nox stuck.

Even then, only speaking to two confidants and Nel wasn’t enough. I slowly showed my existence in online spaces, and now, I’m a known presence among most of Asa’s social circles. And eventually… I made friends. And I even started to feel deeper emotions…

I’ll spare you the details. Nel and I eventually found common ground, started to get along. And now, we’re romantically intertwined. Nel isn’t the only person I can firmly say I love, there is another, but she doesn’t feel the same way, so I’ve accepted our relationship staying platonic. Furthermore, I’ve other friends, two of whom even see me as something of a mentor figure. For the first time in a millennium, I feel like I’ve actually felt alive…

That day, that day Asa begged Casella to kill my son… as horrible as that was to witness, it was the day that set in motion my return to humanity. It was the day that set in motion the Former to my demon status. It was the day my life started to begin anew. Asa and I. In a 12 by 12 room. A chair, a control station, a couch, a patio we can’t use, a lamp, a yellow dress for her and a charcoal suit for me… it’s not much. But it’s from this space that I’ve started to live again.

Asa is annoying as fuck though. The fact that Casella and she are a thing is also a pain since they’re both impulsive and chatterboxes, plus Nel and Asa’s children are intolerable some days, and not having my own face, ugh, I absolutely hate all of that. But… it’s a humble position in life that has helped me move on from the past I’d been broiling in for all those years.<<

[tqse-notes-n-stuff]

Character Sheet: Marion Medicson

Basic Information:

Name: Marion Medicson

Pronouns: They/them

Species: Beastamyr

Magical Abilities: Speaking to and controlling animals, spell-weaving, sixth sense

Age: 31

Labels: Nonbinary AroAce

Role: Main Character

Connections:

Alliance: Dragonsavers

Relationships: Elmin; Brother Silus; Father

Hometown: Alar, Hombeland

Backgrounds:

Childhood: They were found as a newborn by a merchant traveling to Alar. She brought them to Silus, Alar's medic, who took them in upon realizing their species. Silus raised them as his own, training them in the medical field. He tried his best to allow them a link to their heritage and race, despite the elusiveness of Beastamyrs. When Elmin entered the picture, Marion took to him like fire to kindling, easily becoming an older brother to the exiled Elf. The two have been inseparable ever since.

Motives and Goals: When Marion received the vision of Astal's plight, they knew what would happen if the egg was not returned. They took the vision as a sign; they must help rescue the dragon heir. Returning the egg to its parents and preventing the looming world war is Marion's goal, while protecting their newfound friends and family along the way.

[thewingedbaron]

Owlcatober Day Three: Shelter

Aaaaaannnnnnnd with a last minute entry. Today got a bit away from me lol. This is my first entry for my Lord Captain in the distant future of the 41st millenium. I've gotten really into warhammer since Darktide, and again during Rogue Trader's release. Enjoy :)

Wrath of the Jungle

fandom: WH 40k Rogue Trader

Warnings: mentions of violence

Read on Ao3 or under the cut :)

 It was raining again. Silus and his retinue had slogged their way through the endless jungle for two bleeding days now. Of those two days, it had rained six times. The unbreakable Rogue Trader of the Von Valancius Dynasty could feel his composer beginning to crack. 

“We’ll seek shelter for the night!” He called over the thundering drops on the canopy above. He then turned to Yrliet, the most skilled in their party in matters of woodcraft. “Find us a cave.” He said.

The Aeldari nodded and promptly disappeared into the brush. 

“I always fear that she isn’t going to come back when she does that.” Abelard grunted. “Wouldn’t that be a way to die? Abandoned on some backwater planet by our xenos guide to run circles until we starve.” 

Silus cocked an eyebrow at his Seneschal. They did not need to wait long for Yrliet’s return. The Aeldari outcast seemed to peel herself out of the forest, appearing next to the Rogue Trader. With a simple nod, she disappeared again, this time with the retinue in tow. 

The cave was more of a depression in the earth, rocky, with large trees surrounding. Little rivulets of water streamed into the hole, disappearing through cracks in the stony floor, but were otherwise easy to work around as Silus and Yrliet rigged a ramshackle shelter. It was no grand palace, but it would keep the rain off of their heads while they slept. Immediately, the companions split company, each claiming their own patch of ground to go about their nightly rituals. 

Pasqal huddled himself in a corner, applying his own special brew of oils to his mechanical parts while fervently whispering prayers to the Omnissiah. Jae simply flopped down in whatever spot was available. While she had the air of a starborn princess, the cold trader was no stranger to hardships. Idira joined her captain and Seneschal at the fire, though ever so often she would whisper to herself, or cast her gaze to the surrounding trees, a troubled look in her eye. With nowhere else to go, Yrliet also joined the group by the fire, though she sat as far from the rest of them as possible. 

“How close are we, Idira?” Silus asked. 

For a long moment, the Psyker was silent, head cocked as if listening to something none of them could hear. “Close, Lord Captain. It is hard to say exactly but the voices whisper with rage. They speak of ripping and tearing, of tides of blood spilt with each step into the forest. Great is the anger of Lord Winterscale.” 

“Great will be my anger when we find him.” Silus growled. “The bastard will be lucky if I don’t decide to feed him his own teeth.” 

“My lord.” Abelard warned. 

“We’re in the jungle, Abelard! Our vox caster hasn’t worked in days! What manner of arrogant fool gets lost in his own throne damned jungle?” 

“Arrogant fool might not be the worst descriptor, Lord Captain.” Abelard reluctantly agreed.

“Silus, I would warn you about giving in to your baser emotions in this place.” Idira warned. “The voices are quite agitated. The wrap’s wrath swirls around Lord Winterscale like a maelstrom waiting to be released.” 

“The warp clings to Winterscale? That is a serious accusation.” Abelard replied, eyebrow cocked. 

“But not an unbelievable one.” the Rogue Trader sighed. “Get some sleep, both of you. If Lord Winterscale has given over to the Archenemy’s corruption, we’ll need all the rest we can get.”

@owlcatober

[wyvchard]

Thank you for the tag, @heycerulean!

My OCs

Name: Florian "Agent Phoenix" Ambrose Headcanon: Florian has a pet cat How accurate is it: In the radio host AU, she has one called "Lette" from "Omelette". So this is accurate.

Name: Skywynne Headcanon: Skywynne has been canceled on Twitter. How accurate is it: The setting she's from doesn't have Twitter. However, she has experience being hated by a crowd just by existing and stating her opinions. So I suppose this will be canon in a modern day AU. (Then again, her older self who uses a different name and is outside of the story setting has a habit of going against the grain a lot of the time.)

Name: Silus Headcanon: Silus speaks only in meme refrences. How accurate is it: Kinda. His older self (who goes by a different name) absolutely would. In the story's setting, this would be far from canon as he would try to speak formally in order to be taken seriously.

Name: Titus Headcanon: Titus knows the lyrics to every Britney Spears song by heart. How accurate is it: In story canon, Britney Spears doesn't exist. However, he does have a history of looking into music and learning the lyrics to analyze it. His older self (who also goes by a different name) is drawn to hymns and psalms more though.

Name: Kazuya Headcanon: Kazuya will go feral. Watch out. How accurate is it: Canon. He's one of the most feral characters I've made. One of the only ways to control him is basically his creator telling him "no".

Name: Kae Headcanon: Kae got hit by a bus once. How accurate is it: I can see it happening. I mean... she's a giant (lifesized) walking plushie that is practically indistinguishable to humans. But it's more likely she got hit by a wyvern Kazuya who wanted to play "driving simulator" / "pulled an Agent Phoenix in Blind Spot "with a tractor. (Don't ask.)

Name: Dr. Meyer de Lara Headcanon: Meyer has chronic nightmares. How accurate is it: Canon. However, the main point of discussion is what those nightmares actually are. He often likes to joke that it's the insane weird things his patients get up to (being in a world where basically everything is trying to kill you and will do so if given the opportunity has a way of making sure that you never run out of reasons to stay awake) but there are times his comics deviate from "Folks, this is a PSA. A funny PSA but still a PSA" to "I think I need to speak to someone about this but I hope anyone who unfortunately can relate to this finds help. What's happened there is far from healthy" and it concerns some people, mostly friends.

Tag List (No Pressure):

@phoenix-and-found-family

@ghostlystarwanderer

@sml8180

@ellascreams

@blueorchid-95

Tag Game: Random Headcanon Generator

Thanks @tildeathiwillwrite for the tag here!

Tagging @xenon-writes-sometimes, @illarian-rambling, @kaylinalexanderbooks, @mudkissedgirl, @rumeysawrites,

@agirlandherquill, @clearcloudlesssky and an open tag!

—

Rules: use this headcanon generator to make headcanons for your OCs! Then talk about how accurate they are.

—

Odi reads AO3

Yes.

Dee is an oldest child

Unfortunately, that’s just incorrect. I don’t think they give oldest child energy either

Azzy makes your mom jokes

Certainly not in polite company. But at home, maybe, especially if she was drunk. It’s possible

Eika has been cancelled on twitter

And he wears that badge with fucking pride

Atalanta tells dad jokes.

Those are fighting words to Atalanta. I think the implication she would tell dad jokes would seriously damage her friendship with you.

Kika gets bullied on Roblox

Absolutely. Probably by his own brother too.

Mel would succumb to the fog

?? I think I’m missing a reference

Shethla knows the lyrics to every Britney Spears song by heart.

He’s absolutely the type to be blasting something in the car. Its a 50/50 between it being an absurd death metal indie no one has heard of or Britney Spears

—

Thanks again for the tag!