#terrorism tier list

[centrally-unplanned]

wait have you actually done ISIS for the terrorism tier list? Because if not, submitting them.

Ironically I don't think I did, because ISIS are primarily not terrorists! They are (or were, largely defeated now) a military organization, engaging in army formation and territory acquisition. Its just not the right lens for analyzing them.

They did engage in some terrorist attacks, like the Paris shootings of 2015 or the Crocus Music Hall attack in Russia in 2024, so you can evaluate those independently. I personally try not to include "state terrorism", but ISIS is borderline enough that its fine. These attacks, in the main, score dismally - they have almost no strategic thought put into them and achieve no goals for ISIS beyond "justifying its continued existence to its radical base". Countries like France & Russia have never been deterred by these attacks, quite the opposite of course. And ISIS has not been on the up-and-up on recruitment or anything, it hasn't made them the cultural leader for radicalism - primarily because they were a territorial org and lost their territory, no one likes a loser.

It also reflects how minimally they coordinated these attacks - the Crocus attack was planned by the local Khorasan branch of ISIS, with no real involvement from other branches (maybe the Turkish one). Can't really have strategy if you aren't a coherent org! At least they racked up a body count, i'll give them a D on these.

Successful terrorism is almost always in some way exploiting one's ambiguity of existence - people don't really know who to blame or hit back and so make errors you can exploit. ISIS was way too visible and coherent an org to pull that off, and too weak to compensate for that with sheer power.

[bespectacled-bookwyrm]

Colress: Um, Grim? W-why are you pretending we're all chummy with Ghetsis?

Grimsley: We need money.

Colress: So you’re scamming him?

Grimsley: I was thinking more like flat-out stealing from him.

Colress: *who is VERY aware of what the Shadow Triad and Ghetsis are capable of* What? No way.

Grimsley: Why not? We already stole his puppet king.

N: Hi, new uncles.

Colress: No, we didn't. N is a bright young man - he can do whatever he wants.

N: I wanna steal.

Colress: *mortified gasp*

Grimsley: *cackles*

[allpromarlo]

i judge jjk characters by how far they would go for yuji and that's just the way it is

[mumpsetc]

would u consider making a ranking tierlist for every object show you had watched?

The Tier List I Was Using Didn't Have (Or I Couldn't Find) Unconventionally Centered and SFAIM, Both of Which Ive Enjoyed a Lot and Would Probably Put In Good or Funny.

[spirits-n-giggles]

Aaah yes, but you forget my personal favorite:

9. The Potoo Bird

Otherwise known as the "Ghost Bird." Just look at the grumpy old man stuck in bird form.

Isn't he the cutest lil demon you ever saw? 💖

why are birds so cursed

[meljwrites]

you should do this hollyoaks tier list, i'd be really interested in seeing your ranking :3

https://tiermaker.com/create/hollyoaks-characters-2024--17035076

Here's my answers!

Some characters I know literally nothing about so they had to go in their own tier, I apologise if there are any Mason lovers out there.

I ranked them within their layers, too. So if you read it from left to right it is who i like the most vs least. Mercedes, Warren, and Freddie are so high bc I think they are very compelling characters, not necessary likeable.

(Anyone can do their own version here)

[ladybirdswritings]

Pride & Prejudice - Coriolanus {Young} Snow x Reader

Summary: Spending more time with the miserable Mr. Snow, against your will, only proves to you exactly why he is a man you have sworn to loathe for all eternity. Steamy Pride & Prejudice retelling with young snow and you! Alternate universe, au!snow <3

Notes: so happy you all loved the first part — so i guess i’m continuing ahaha. as always, thank u for leaving comments and loves as it keeps me motivated! also, feel free to lmk if you’d like to be added to the tag list <3

two

The mist of September’s end and October’s greeting is a thick, heavy blanket in the air. You only scowl at it as you pick up your tiered skirt from where it drags against emerald moss and dirt. A storm is nearby.

You would melt into this very soil if you could. Become one with the lilacs and peonies if it meant you’d never be prevailed upon to marry again by the force of your mother.

Mama is unwell. As always but, with more fervor now. The dance was most successful for Jane. She and Sejanus have been exchanging kind letters with pomegranate stained kisses garnishing the print. Even so, mama is viciously unhappy.

The cherrywood cabinets slam louder when you pass, and her eyes narrow at any mention of the gathering. Perhaps your behavior was a great embarrassment for her. If only you were as divine as Jane.

The house is lively, far too lively for your liking at this settling hour. Sisters here and sisters there. They busy themselves with the grand piano and awful singing. It isn’t long until one of the twins rushes forward with a sealed envelope clasped tightly in hand.

“Mama! It is for Jane!”

You snatch the paper from her palm, worrisome that she will ruin it with how tightly she squeezes. Beyond this, you are most eager to see the development in your own personal romance novel starring your dearest sister. Mama slaps your hand away in turn, tugging it back into a monstrous grasp that nearly shreds it to minuscule little pieces.

You see the breath halt and dwell comfortably in her throat, unwilling to part or falter. This is most important to her, trivial matter as it is.

So long as Jane is happy…

You gaze on at the girl with petal-pink cheeks and bright eyes — her smile is a thing of beauty and joy at the mere idea that Sejanus Plinth could admire her.

“Mama! What does it say!”

Her hands tremble like hummingbirds now, and your frown stitches itself promptly upon your pretty face. Oh no, he is certain to have changed his mind.

At least he was kind and gentleman enough to inform dear Jane by letter.

That joy, excitement and eagerness once swimming within your mother’s eyes has dissipated to sheer horror.

“When did we receive this?” She whispers, a ghastly and terror laced sound.

“This morning!” One of the twins happily offers, twirling her chocolate ringlet tight enough to knot.

Mama cries out a sound of agony, shoving the paper hard against Jane’s chest — enough so that she stumbles. She is a frantic thing, running round your quaint living space like that of a farm animal who has lost its head.

You are fueled by your own confusion, constricting your mind to only wait upon Jane. She shakily reads the crumbled thing — hesitance becoming her. Her eyes shift then; a look of joy, excitement, fear — then dread.

“What is it?” You whisper, watching as mama mutters nonsense and brushes the collection of scattered breadcrumbs from the countertop — eyes wide as the moon aglow at midnight.

“Mr. Plinth and his sister, alongside Mr. Snow and sir Plinth’s dear — rich uncle, have all planned to meet with us this evening. They’ve taken a carriage, and have made arrangements to arrive by sundown.”

Four pairs of eyes, in perfected unison, glance into the grassy plains where the sun has begun to set.

You do not intend to giggle at the irony, perhaps it is a thing fueled by nerves just as your mother. Yet it floats from your sweet lips like a prayer, slender fingers rushing to suffocate it.

It is undeniably numerous, however. How could it be anything but?

The way your dearest blood all melts at the brim for the gaze of three men whom are only important by cold silver is a thing of great mystery to you, something you do not understand. It is not just mama and Jane and the entirety of your own family however. No, it is all of society. You only wonder what it would be like for a woman to reach beyond the horizon line — to be great. To not be forced upon a man of all creatures to be of true importance.

Mama rushes past, so quickly your hair becomes unruly. She presses her palms firmly against your cheeks — your face piecing together like a swift minnow from the nearby fish pond.

“Oh heavens — if you do even the littlest act so to embarrass me, I am certain to die of great illness. My nerves are far too weak, you must behave for me! Be as sweet Jane is. Sir Plinth’s uncle is of the richest gentleman in Newbury, 5,000 a year! You must converse with him, do it for your dearest mother. Oh! And brush that wild hair from your face, girl. He will think you to be a witch — keep guard at the window.”

Her words are a tangled, knotted mess of all the things you despise. Even whilst tucked away into a place where you do not truly listen, you know well she is asking you to be social for gain of a husband.

You frown, grateful when the headless chicken runs off from you again. Your hand fussses with the wisps rested amongst your forehead — and you obey mama’s orders by sauntering to the creaky old chair that faces the fogged front window.

The fog is a veil, a curtain hiding from you only dread. You are grateful for it now, though it does no good for your locks and tresses. Your eyes dart to the torn book beside you — and you consider disobedience as an alternative to this state. You know well what will happen if you stray, so you do not dare it.

It is an awfully timely and punctual arrival — perhaps ten ticks of the grand, tower clock before the stallion’s snouts peek through the fog. Just as the golden halo sets beyond them.

“Mama!”

You call, but she only waves you away with a busy hand as she continues fussing with the knit table mat. You will not bother it again. You shrink, hiding all but curious eyes behind the lace curtain.

Sejanus is grinning, nervously you think. Then the scowling sister, a small, old creature with a sunken gaze — and the miserable one. They approach, you sink further.

“God Sejanus, smile any more for the poor thing and your pockets will start betraying you.” Grace sneers, voice sewn tightly with disgust at the less fortunate situation your family finds themselves in, glancing around at the quaint, pathetic home. It is as if she believes one breath of hers will cause it to collapse to the soil — to her polished feet.

“Please Grace, she is the prettiest girl I have ever seen. Oh, uncle, her eldest sister is very agreeable as well. Don’t you agree, Snow?”

Oh, he’s asked the cold thing who’s far too proud and rich for a humble party. You’re curious.

“Perfectly tolerable, I suppose. But not pretty enough to tempt me.”

Oh…

Your mischievous, sneaky grin melts into that of a hard line — ample with annoyance. How arrogant of him to say. As if his blonde locks and blue eyes make him any different than the handsome officers that pass by now and then. As if he is some prize. You scowl, Grace’s laugh an unpleasant sound.

Four hard knocks and you are quickly up to your feet.

Mama rushes to you immediately, slapping your hand enough so that it stings greatly and fades the color crimson.

“You were meant to watch! Places, take your stance girls!”

It takes beyond the greatest force to drag your feet to stand beside Jane. Mama checks each forced position anxiously before she tugs the door open wide — with a horrible, eager grin.

“Welcome!”

They trail the moss and dirt onto your oak floors, not bothering to wipe it away on the torn cloth you call a carpet. No need, they believe. The house is pathetic already as it stands. No dirt shall make it any less worthy than it already is.

In unison, a curtsy of greeting becomes all of you. Prim and proper and perfect just as mother groomed you all to be. For preparation of husbands.

Good god, the blonde looks even more dreadful now. Cold eyes darting to the old, harmless hound that chews on a racket ball. He winces at the sight of dust and chipped oak wood furniture surrounding. He looks down upon this place as if it is beneath him.

He far from belongs here.

“Sit, please sit! I’ve already prepared us supper!” Mama practically pushes Sejanus with most nervous palms, and his shadows follow suite.

Though you dream of running through the open door and fading into the mist to never be found again — you obey; sauntering into the archway with tired eyes and reluctant feet.

“My lady…”

Oh.

The short man with bushy brows and coal colored, untamed locks pulls your seat back enough so that you may sit upon it. To your dismay, the miserable one takes place in front of you. His eyes are cast downward to the far from fine silverware laid before him.

“Thank you sir.” You whisper, the chair feeling as though it is determined to suffocate you the longer you sit upon it.

“Oh, Jane — everybody, please meet my uncle, Mr. Casca Highbottom of Bristol.”

You only nod at the grinning old man, and mama rushes back like a midnight breeze through the archway — setting plates filled to the brim with but all of the food left for the entire month. Even so, it remains poor to a gazing eye. Though it matters not how little garnishes the porcelain, for when you catch gaze of miserable Snow pushing his few peas around in disgust, you cannot help but narrow your sight.

How can he be so proud? Certainly, if a humble gathering invited you in for a warm meal in this awful mist — you’d be most grateful for even a singular pea on your plate. Let alone twelve.

Grace laughs at the sight of Snow displeased — placing a soft palm against his knee beneath the cherrywood table. He spares her laugh a glance, and his lip twitches in what appears to be an amused smile. They talk lowly to each other, you notice it from where you peer behind your glass. She must be fond of him what with the way she touches him and leans closer with each word he speaks. You cannot possibly imagine why. Perhaps they are just alike. Rich, rude things.

“So — I dare ask if any suitors captured your heart at the party then?” Grace, she speaks to you now. You snort, ready to offer words of disdain and disgust toward the lot of men and their sweaty palms. Your mother’s cold glare silences you.

“No… they did not.” You mutter in quick defeat.

“Hmm, how dreadful…” it is mock sympathy, noticeable to both you and Jane.

Tension thins to a mere string lacing the table together. Silence blanketing even more so than the mist as worn silverware and mama’s embarsssing tangents erupt in painful harmony. You are grateful for Jane who manages to pry her eyes from Sejanus for a single moment so to save you from mama’s disapproving glare at your silence. She is selling you to the short man, it seems. She has been for the entirety of this meal.

“It is not as though gentlemen do not flock to my dear sister…” Jane starts. “It is simply that she is far too preoccupied with her books to notice them. She is an avid reader, adores her novels you see. She possesses great talents because of it!”

You hoped Jane would be so kind as to avert the attention. Yet it remains stable upon you, the available wife — as cattle with clipped ears. You feel as though you are livestock being powdered and pressed for the market. If the short man is buying, you’d rather be butchered.

He is awkward and stout and his jokes are uncomfortable as they are just rude. He is far from a gentleman and all the reason you deny each hand bestowed to you in the first place. For reason of men like him.

“You write?” Snow inquires.

Those cold, devoid eyes are locked upon you — and despite wishing to send him away to never return so you may be free of his arrogance, you only peer up at his gaze through fanned lashes to see them commanding an answer of you. Awaiting one.

“Occasionally, sir.”

His gaze doesn’t falter, nor does the gaze of Mr. Highbottom, even as he presses a boiled potato to his tongue.

“What of?”

What a silly question, you think. What else would a woman of your age and lack quill about?

It baffles you to find him curious. Perhaps he does not wish to seem obviously rude any more so than he simply is — perhaps he is only creating small talk.

“What else, sir? My thoughts and desires, my ideas. Romance — dramatics…”

“Oh but she just despises poetry!” Mama interjects, as if to end the conversation and refocus it upon your eligibility. Even when she speaks, Snow does not spare her a single glance. His eyes, they still rest upon you.

“You do? I thought poetry to be the food of love.”

You dare a snort then, suffocating a fit of laughter with a spoonful of food. You take your time chewing it, only offering more words when you realize that the conversation does not seem to be at its end. No. It cannot be. Not when he looks at you in a such an expectant manner.

“A poet writes of women in the gaze of all men, which I do not believe to be a true show of adoration. Perhaps it is the food of love — if you want to suffocate it. Stone it till it remains no longer.”

His next words come quick, immediately almost. As if he is grasping at the first chance to reply, much to Highbottom’s dismay whom snaps his mouth shut after losing the opportunity. Every eye in attendance is on the both of you.

Do they think you to be an enigma? You wonder…

“What do you recommend then? To encourage affection between two people…”

You do not know why he asks you this, but you can only assume it is because he wishes to embarrass you. Grace’s sharp gaze morphs into that of an amused smirk. Why would he ask the only woman seated what encourages affection when she cannot obtain it on her own?

You are certain then of his intentions. To mock you in front of Plinth’s sister, his uncle. In front of your blood. He does it so subtlety that if you were not bright as you are — you would most certainly miss it. He is a fool, a great fool because miraculously — you can reciprocate.

“Dancing… even if one’s partner is only tolerable.” You almost sneer with a tilt of your head and raise of your sharp brow.

If something truly clicks within him, it is most quickly dissipated. Most tricky to see. Sejanus clears his throat, and Highbottom — rude creature, erupts into a fit of laughter with a mouthful of food. Your mother is nervous, she joins him.

Grace only gasps, and Jane’s soft features are laced with confusion at the thing only you five are lucky enough to understand.

You remain stoic, challenging his eyes and his tense, twitching jaw with proudness.

“Shall I fetch dessert mama?”

Your mother nods through fits of forced laughter, and you take the opportunity to lift upon your feet. The chair scrapes against the creaky panels and nearly topples as you rush into the quaint kitchen and away from him.

It brings you joy knowing that he has nothing further to say.

You are smiling, terribly overflowed with pride as you place canned, sugared peaches upon ten porcelain plates. How proud he must have felt to speak lowly of you, a girl he spared little words to at a party he refrained from dancing at for it was too poor for his liking.

You disliked him then — but a chat with miss Lucy-Gray Baird while passing by in town confirmed all of your prejudice. She claims to have been treated most coldly by him whilst he was courting her. He offered his hand, then fled into midnight when he grew bored of her. Only the next morning.

He is as any other man is. A heartless hound. His behavior in your small home only further proves your prejudice is with more than enough reason.

You take longer than you should selfishly, and when you return — your gaze locks upon Sejanus who is entirely enamored by the sapphire gaze of Jane.

Mama aids you in placing down the plates you juggle. It is a poor dessert, but one that is most delectable.

“Oh well, your daughter is most precious. Funny, too! How uncommon for women.”

“Oh please uncle, we all have our wit. She is just peculiar, I daresay.”

Mama laughs at Grace’s words, and you only offer a polite, tense smile before being seated once again. It is you now that pushes your food around your plate, fading into the mist truly as you remain silent.

They speak of things you care the least bit for — all irrelevant matters to your mind. You are grateful when wine is poured, you nearly inhale it and garner a slap on your hand once again from mama.

You need it to get thought this.

Highbottom and mama speak of you, she tells him lies. How much you wish to be wed, how eager you are to find a lover. All contradictions of Jane’s earlier lick of truth. The rich fool believes her, his eyes cast upon you like poisonous darts. Slowly suffocating you.

Sejanus is preoccupied entirely by Jane ��� and the miserable one chats lowly with the scowling sister.

“Well, how about some music and dance? Lizzie, off to the piano!”

Your youngest sister lifts — eager to press her hands against the keys. It will be a mediocre melody but one that offers enough sound so to dance. You wish to stay glued to the table as they leave you to the living space — but mama tugs at your braid harshly, you have no choice other than obedience.

Sejanus kindly offers Jane a hand — and you feel as though you will just sink entirely into the floor as Highbottom approaches. Your heel turns you swift as you try and find even a small bit of space in this little home.

A navy vest with a crimson rose tucked into its pocket cages your escape. You never thought to see the day you’d be grateful for the cold blonde who cuts in front. You nearly collide with him.

“Dance with me.” He commands.

How baffling…

You do not notice the tension settled within your features until your brows ease in confusion. Your chin is pointed upwards — enough so that he can be equal to your gaze.

“Are you asking this of me — or ordering sir?”

His jaw ticks once more, but he does not follow up with any more words. The cleared throat of the short man behind you is enough reason to pick the far less uncomfortable poison. You’d rather be fueled by annoyance as opposed to discomfort and dread. One dance is all.

“Fine.” You mutter, sealing your fate and betraying your swear to be far away from the man whom you loathe entirely.

He is a pale thing up close. Birth marks kissing silken skin, soft as the moss kissing your shoes. You are grateful that this dance does not require touch — only the occasional closeness.

You follow him to where Sejanus and Jane stand — his head nearly reaches your ceiling. His palm hovers over yours, eyes downcast on your pretty features. Grace is scowling, again.

Your fingers twitch as Lizzie begins the sonnet, and you follow his lead.

It surprises you greatly, how well he dances. Though his mouth is a hard line, and his eyes are like round lumps of charred coal. He is noiseless.

“Are we to dance in dread and silence, Mr. Snow? I dare comment on this awful weather, now you may follow with a remark about the food. How much you despised it.”

You catch a glimpse of him, a suppressed twitch of his lips. As if the words offended him. Maybe amused him. You step forward and then back, frayed skirt floating against the movement. He follows suite.

“I could comment on how you dance. I am happy to inform you it is more tasteful than how you cook. Please do advise me on what more you want me to say to you.”

You stumble by his words — and his eyes dart to your clumsy feet. They are stable soon enough, circling him like a shark in vicious waters. His words upset you.

“Mama and Jane prepared the meal. I only prepared the peaches; but I do believe that if a family was kind enough to welcome an abrupt attendance with a warm meal — I would not be so complacent about its contents. You see — we are not all so fortunate to have garnered inheritance, Mr. Snow.” A cold melody, but one he would be a fool to ignore. It is all true.

Now it is him that halts. He steps forward, dipping his head low. Your eyes wander to his gloved palm — it clenches then flexes outward; all evidence of his annoyance with your words.

There you both stand, Sejanus and Jane alongside the twins, mama and Highbottom swirling around you. You do not know where Grace lurks.

You both are still, he stands a tower above you. His eyes pour heat into your own, admonishing you — offended with your words. It is as if the room is only filled with the two of you, the lace of connection between you just your anger. Even in your short time being familiar, it is strong.

“Do you imply that my inheritance is all the reason for my success?” He forces through clenched — perfect teeth.

“Perhaps I do sir, miss Baird of Newbury certainly agree—”

The hand that lays against your side is snatched into his own. He squeezes it tight now, eyes wide and swimming with disapproval and frustration. It has been resting at the surface, but bound to crack.

“Oh I’m certain she does. I am sure she told you the many tales of her troubles and woes brought upon by her time spent with me. You won’t speak to her again.”

It is you that steps forward now, so laced with upset that you do not notice your poor and worn shoes are stepping upon his tip toes. Up upon the rich and shined leather. Your chin is pointed upward, your stance tense.

“You command me as if I am wed to you sir, but I am not. You have come here, unannounced and unhappy with your humble plate as if we are all but a quaint inn with poor maids. Just because we gather little and obscure and we do not have pockets as generous and full as yours does not make us beneath you, Mr. Snow.”

The music halts, and your eyes shift quickly to find a concerned Jane gazing on — alongside your horrified mother. How crazed you both must look now. Stepping upon his toes with palms clasped — anger and upset becoming you both.

You release his gloved hand and part your soft lips to dismiss yourself — yet a strike of lightning cracking from above the grayed sky is a gift given, a distraction from beyond. Yet alongside it? A curse.

The horses startle, lifting to their hind legs before running far and fast with the carriage. Grace cries out from where she sulked in the shadows, and Sejanus alongside his uncle run after the wild beasts. Your sisters and mama follow.

“What are we to do!?”

“Grace, please be calm. We will fetch them.”

“We cannot travel in these conditions, boy.”

“You may rest here!”

Dread is a serpent that wraps tight round your throat — making the pounding of your heart halt entirely.

It is all a blur, but by the end of the lively conversation it is decided. They will stay. They will all stay. You bow your head, crossing your arms round the beating at your chest so to protect it.

“Excuse me.” You whisper, so low it is taken with the breeze from the open door before rushing up your dilapidated steps; knowing full well that the hospitality offered by mama, selfish reasoning or not, is the last thing a man like Mr. Snow deserves…

[generalissimomayhem]

TNMN tier list!

The Nightmares Edition: Do they hate humans?

Explanations under the cut:

Would like to see humanity crumble to dust in the palm of their hands

Shub Niggurath and Xezbet Xerbeth: Is nothing personal, they would say. But if humanity disappeared tomorrow they would celebrate. Big time. You know what they said: The best moment was in the past and the second best one is TODAY. Mind you, according to Shub, she feels that Xezbet doesn't even try to work towards his goal because he thinks he already won.

Would like to see humans in agonizing pain

Abducius Morail and Teutates Taranis: Between the two, Teutates is certainly the most merciful, he kills quick and he kills en masse. Abducius on the other hand, likes to take his time and make sure people FEEL something. Basically, quality vs quantity.

Wouldn't kill (Unless they want to)

Exael Lanithro, Yan Luo Wang Diyu and Ah Puch Xilbalbá: Exael can certainly be... an experience, he always reassures to his victims that whatever he does is purely professional; when he's not torturing humans, you can hear his thoughts echo throughout the torture chamber, they can either be calming and interesting or the most disturbing shit you have ever heard. Only kills when he is bored with his victims, but he's usually quick with that one. Yan Luo is the same as Exael, whatever she does is purely professional, she doesn't meddle feelings, or at least she tries to; because there have been people in which she has taken their lives away from them because they had provoked her wrath. Ah Puch as being as rowdy and uncontrolled as he is, to him, what matters most in the art of bone breaking is who actually deserves it, which to him is most everyone tbh; with some people a broken arm is enough punishment while others need to have their skulls smashed.

Neutral

Anazareth Anazarel, Chaugnar Faugn, Drugia Fleuretty, Izanami Yomi: Anazareth honestly couldn't care less about humans, but she does act like she's above them. Chaugnar holds nothing against humans, but his job goes above everything and his word is sacred. Drugia, more than evil, she's naughty, she just loves to mess with people, she doesn't hate anybody but to her, free entertainment is more important. Izanami is very lax and only targets certain people, if you aren't in her radar of victims, she simply doesn't give a shit about you.

Have some relation with humans

Quachil Uttaus, Yog Sothoth: Quachil is often the one that observes from afar but that doesn't mean she has never come in contact with the human realm, she's multidimensional and somewhat omnipresent after all. With that being said, she acts more vigilante than anything, and brings misfortune to anybody that she deems fit, yes, even people who have been previously spared from it. Yog has had the tendency to follow Barbatos around in his huntings and Barbatos, as to "make this guy useful for once" often uses him as bait to lure humans towards him. When he's not "working" with Barbatos, he often goes around terrorizing random people (kinda like Drugia) but when he needs to eat, he holds no barrens.

Interested in human life

Ishtar Ereskigal, Lilith Lilitu Lilit, Barbatos Barrabam: Ishtar is quite knowledgeable in human history and has extensively studied great historical plagues along the years; she knows where to hit humans. Lilith, being an undead and having previously lived among humans, she knows how do deal with them, what scares them what they like and how to approach them. Barbatos is pretty close to humans, as his job so dictates, so he had his fair share of experiences with humans; but he would be lying if he said that he has never given second chances to humans or listened and participated in their conversations.

LOVES Humans

Dagda Crom Cruach and Zoth Ommog: Dagda tends to hang around a lot in farm houses, the taller the grass/wheat/corn fireld, the better. He likes to see humans living their lives, even after being born from tragedy. Of course, he doesn't let himself get caught by people, the few times he has gotten caught, he terrifies everyone with no exception. Zoth is uuuuuuhhhhhhhhh... he likes humans, he thinks they are all just a bunch of funky little dudes and stuff. If you wanted to join and assist in any of his rituals, he would gladly let you participate (even if you were one of the preparations for the rituals); other than that, if he REALLY likes you, you might get extra priviledges around the Astral Circle or he might give you the praying mantis treatment, whatever he feels like doing.

Oscillates between two or more

Nyogtha Z'mog and Orcus Dis Pater: Their stories can't get more complicated™. Nyogtha being the victim of a particularily gruesome death when she was a human and after she was revived through very unethical methods, she was initially on the very top tier and was helbent on having humans die for once and for all. Eventually, the more she dealt with human graves, the more she was able to see herself in some of their deaths and helped her regain some humanity. With time, her hatred died down and is now more neutral towards humans. Orcus bears a really fluctuated view on humans, he switches from absolute undridled hatred to infautation on a whim, nobody is sure onto why he suffers from such changes, Chaugnar has speculated something regarding a past life but nobody knows for sure. Most of the the time he can be found in the "Have some relation with humans" tier.

[raventroll80]

So I’m making a bird tier list and I wanted to add some prehistoric birds to the list, so instead of just grabbing some pictures from the internet like every other bird, I chose to draw them.

On the left is Kelenken, a species of terror bird, and on the right is Anchiornis, one of the first dinosaurs we were able to find out the colours of.

I’m currently working on Archaeopteryx who, as we all know used to be known as the first bird, which I find very fitting to have on a bird tier list.

[centrally-unplanned]

I've been hearing that the Japanese government is going to officially move to dissolve the Moonies as a registered religious organisation soon. If this winds up actually happening, would this move the Abe assassin up the terrorism tier list?

Amazing that I have got this question more than once ^_^ And I think it definitely does; its in fact extremely rare for a terrorist to just completely win, get their goal with no real pushback on their own side. He would be joining august company if things like the ban fully materialize.

But on the other hand the reason he is successful is because his goals are so small. Banning a crazy cult is one of those things that the government would do by default, they just needed to have a reason to notice them. So to me Tetsuya Yamagami is barred from the A tier for that reason - he can't possibly compete with people like Osama Bin Laden or John Brown.

[papsiguesss]

I made a Cushing tier list of how much horni I experience from each of his characters (whose films I have seen. Sequels not counted except for when they’re different characters such as Lawrence and Lorrimer.)

(Keep in mind, I’m aspec. Most Cushing characters that I have crushes on I just want to cuddle with lol

This is also not a representation of how much I like the character, this is purely based around attraction. For instance some of my faves are in the mid tier)

Films under the cut

Red: Wilhuff Tarkin (Star Wars), Victor Frankenstein (Hammer Frankenstein Franchise)

Orange: Lawrence and Lorrimer van Helsing (Hammer Dracula Franchise), John Banning (The Mummy)

Yellow: Sherlock Holmes (Hound of the Baskervilles), Parson Blyss/Nathaniel Clegg (Captain Clegg), General Von Spieldorf (Vampire Lovers), Michael Carmichael (Fear in the Night), Sebastian Grisbane (House of the Long Shadows), Paul Cataflanque (Legend of the Werewolf), Inspector Quennell (The Blood Beast Terror), John Rollason (Abominable Snowman), Mark Ashley (Nothing but the Night), Wells (Horror Express)

Yellow: Osric (Hamlet), Harry Fordyce (Cash on Demand), Winston Smith (1984), Frederick Utterson (I, Monster), Herbert Flay (Madhouse), Unnamed character (Dreams), MacGregor (Tender Dracula), Unnamed character (It Might Be You), Professor Lundgren (The Beast Must Die)

Green: Dr. Abner Perry (At the Earth’s Core), Dr. Sandor Schreck (Dr. Terror’s House of Horror)

[whump-in-the-closet]

Recommended Stories

Just a compilation of whump stories by other writers that I’ve enjoyed. No, no one asked for this, but here it is anyway. Since I’m always looking for new stuff to read, I imagine that this list is going to grow. But for now…

(this isn’t in any particular order and they’re all SFW as far as I’m aware)

Our Man Flint by @dismemberment-on-a-tuesday-night

Poetic prose that lures you into the story. A vampire hunter is forced to face (quite literally) his worst nightmare.

Erebus & Terror by @brutal-nemesis

There’s a gradual loss of humanity as the prince of a fallen kingdom is turned into a science experiment. Gore, suffering, and a protagonist you love to hurt.

Diamonds to Dust by @kira-the-whump-enthusiast

Some fantastic villain whump, with a sprinkling of angst. Family dynamics involve a distraught brother as a caretaker.

Jane’s Pets by @another-whump-sideblog

Nasty captivity and heavy torture featuring an immortal twelve year old whumper and her human pets. A very relatable protagonist and cast of characters.

Ongoing Untitled Story by @verkja

Fantasy adventure whump with some cool worldbuilding and three morally grey main characters. Oh and btw? The world is ending.

Kane & Jim by @whumpsday

Whumper turned whumpee and whumpee turned caretaker. Vampire whump and some truly horrible torture methods. It’s fantastic.

Seven Series by @whump-queen

Objectification and pet whump, hoo boy. A roller coaster of BBU suffering and a sad whumpee who’s in way over his head.

Waking Dreamer by @painsandconfusion

An intriguing magic system with a very whumpy plot that only gets worse and well developed characters.

Sunlight and Embers by @whither-wander-whump

Fantasy setting and a rebellion in the making. A prisoner is recruited from the dungeons to be used as a pawn in the rebellion and the plot continues to thicken.

Betrayed by @suspicious-whumping-egg

Hero and Villain whump. A hero is betrayed by their team and left at the mercies of the opposing side.

Hero and Villain Story: Behind the Masks by @whumpering-heights

Hero and Villain whump, but with a villian who does not deserve what he’s been put through. There’s an unlikely bit of mercy from someone you’d least expect. As the kids say, it’s right in the feels.

Weapons Don’t Weep by @wolfeyedwitch

A human weapon in a dystopian setting is rescued by a team of rebels. Dehumanization and angst with hopes for a recovery arc.

The Second Wave by @there-will-always-be-blood

Whumper turned whumpee and is furious about it. A morally-grey (she’s more than happy to commit murder) type of protagonist and an antagonist you want dead.

Liliholm and Page by @yet-another-heathen

Vigilante whump with a cinematic feel and characters who are vividly human, whether whumper or whumpee. God-tier whump will have you gripping your screen.

[theresattrpgforthat]

THEME: System-Neutral Settings (Fantasy Edition)

Sometimes what you need, rather than a new ruleset, is a setting that makes your system sing. These are a series of system-neutral settings that you can pick up, borrow from, or use wholesale in a game of your choice! 

All of these settings would work very well in fantasy or fantasy-like games.

Into the Riverlands, by Ostrichmonkey Games.

The Riverlands rests at the heart of the world. A great current of life and movement that winds and weaves its way through the mountains and valleys of the central continent. The Riverlands stretch from the south to the far north, acting as the lifeblood of continental travel and trade.

The Riverlands are a region of vibrancy and mystery. A colorful mosaic of peoples that call it home, and the strange twilight forest that surrounds it. Explore the bustling and vibrant City of Bridges, the mysterious and primeval Forest, the distant and crumbling Empire, and even further afield.

The backgrounds of The Riverlands have interesting themes, from the mercurial Trickster-Poet to the strange Forest Dweller, to the patient Marsh Apiarist. Picking up a game that is very light on rules, such as Tunnel Goons or Into the Odd, would allow you to slot in a character that fits inside the Riverlands without having to carry as much of the dungeon-delving as traditional OSR games. 

Ultraviolet Grasslands and the Black City, by WTF Studio.

The Ultraviolet Grasslands and the Black City is a tabletop role-playing game book, half setting, half adventure, and half epic trip; inspired by psychedelic heavy metal, the Dying Earth genre, and classic Oregon Trail games. It leads a group of ‘heroes’ into the depths of a vast and mythic steppe filled with the detritus of time and space and fuzzy riffs.

This game is designed with a d20 game in mind but much of the setting feels very fitting for an OSR-style regardless of the dice you use. There are 200 pages of interesting locations with encounter tables and plot seeds. Some of the locations in this city include The Porcelain Citadel, The Steppe of the Lime Nomads, The Glass Bridge and The Forest of Meat. The world is weird and resists the tones of high fantasy by populating the world with insectoids, fungal colonies, strange drugs and ancient machines. If you want acid fantasy that mixes the in a bit of weird science or post-apocalypse, this is the setting for you. The designer of this setting also has a free player guide, as well as a creature generator supplement. 

Into the Wyrd and Wild, by Feral Indie Studio.

Beyond the reach of roads, past the scope of mortals there is a darkened place. A shadowed tree-line where no-one dares cross and whose boundaries go undisturbed.

This is not the woods of peaceful fey and beast, but the dark and twisted children’s tale that kept you full of terror. It is a world of fear, madness, and bloodshed; ruled over by the uncaring watch of ancient trees. There is no bargaining with the primal forces that rule the uncivilized world, as you have nothing they could ever want.

The woods do not care for you. Never forget that.

Another dark fantasy setting, Into the Wyrd and Wild includes more than a list of beasts and NPCs for the characters to encounter. It includes a way to think about money in the setting, how to emphasize exhaustion, and various other rules that demonstrate the danger and violence to be found inside the Wilds. One of my favourite sections of the book is about the Court of Broken Branches, a faction built out of abandoned children, stitched up with silver stitches and led by a magical Queen. An incredibly evocative setting and a top-tier piece of work in terms of design.

Guidebook to the Viridian Maw, by Orbis Tertius Press.

This 24-page PDF of the digest-sized zine contains fodder for a wilderness sandbox campaign in the Viridian Maw: an overgrown meteor crater, mutated and reshaped by fungal influence. To get a sense of it, check out the free download for the one-page version of the setting.

Everything is system neutral & stats agnostic, though the material is written with genre assumptions leaning toward D&D/OSR games (but usable for games like Apocalypse World or Dungeon World, too).

If you want a game that sinks your players deep into a thick, dangerous forest, this is a great option for you. There are tons of great descriptions of beasts and plants that your characters can encounter, including Driftnettle, a floating kelp-like creature that prey on the unaware and asleep, and the Sporehorn elk, a symbiotic partnership between an elk and a colony of fungi. Much of the encounters you’ll find in this zine will prompt changes to characters that make them weirder, so it might be a good idea to let your players know about that before playing in this setting.

This game works for dark fantasy, but I’ve also used it as inspiration for a Changeling: the Lost game as well!

Into the Sea Woods, by Diwata Ng Manila. 

The Sea-Woods is the way it has always been: just beyond the village, across a wall that bars the rest of the roots from coming forward. No one ever knew why that wall was built. Was it meant to keep the Woods out or keep the Village in? One thing's for sure, things changed when a tree stood up from its spot and punched a part of the wall until it collapsed. It then promptly walked deeper into the woods, clearing through a small path.

Never heard of a tree walking before? Ah, then you really must be new here, aren't you?

This is a small collection of micro-settings that are whimsical and evocative. This is more of a friendly forest than a scary one - great for setting a Studio-Ghibli kind of tone. There’s a bit of a formatting issue with the current version, but the ideas present in each setting give a great amount of inspiration for making locations that feel safe and yet unique for your play group. My favourite is the Cabin, a house that always has a warm cup of tea and a freshly made bed, despite having no visible caretaker. Rumour has it the Keeper only appears at night, and if she does, she’ll bet her heart on a game of poker. I've also used inspiration from this setting in a Changeling game before, to great success!

The Gardens of Ynn, by Dying Stylishly Games.

The Gardens of Ynn is a point-crawl adventure set in an ever-shifting extradimensional garden. Each expodition generates its route as it explores, resulting in new vistas being unlocked with every visit. It's a big garden full of whimsy and delight and surreal perils. 

The Gardens of Ynn are a constantly re-arranging set of gardens that act as a magical maze. As a point-crawl adventure, this is a great option for a point-crawl game, but it might also be an interesting piece of inspiration for a horror game of some kind. This book begins with some basic lore about the Gardens themselves, followed by a d20 table that adds how deep you are in the Gardens to determine which area you happen upon next. Each area has a description, and many areas have additional roll tables to determine what can be found, or what kinds of encounters you might find within.

[mrneighbourlove]

All Godzilla (and most King Kong) Movies: Personal Tier List

When Godzilla Minus One came out, knowing that Godzilla x Kong was coming out only four months later, a friend and I decided to part take in the long journey of watching every theatrical Godzilla film to date, including the original King Kong, King Kong Escapes, and King Kong 2005 to have a little history leading into Kong: Skull Island. We skipped the 80's Kong movie as it was rather derivative to the original and Peter Jackson version. Without further ado, and plenty of consideration, this is the ranking off all the movies for myself!

Godzilla Minus One

Godzilla vs Destroyah 

Kong: Skull Island

Godzilla, Mothra, and King Ghidorah: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack 

Godzilla vs Megaguirus

Godzilla vs Mothra 1992

Shin Godzilla

(The Return of) Godzilla 1984

Godzilla 1954

Godzilla vs Mecha-Godzilla 

Godzilla vs Space Godzilla 

Godzilla: Terror of Mecha-Godzilla

Godzilla x Kong: New Empire

King Kong 2005

Godzilla vs Kong

Godzilla vs King Ghidorah

Godzilla: Destroy all Monsters

Godzilla against Mecha-Godzilla 

Godzilla vs. Mecha-Godzilla 2

Godzilla vs. Biollante

Godzilla vs Hedorah 

Godzilla: Eborah, Horror of the Deep

Godzilla 2014

Godzilla: Tokyo SOS

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Godzilla vs Mothra 1964

Godzilla 2000

King Kong Escapes

Godzilla: Ghidorah the Three Headed Monster

King Kong vs Godzilla 1963

Godzilla vs. Megalon

Godzilla vs Gigan

Godzilla: Invasion of the Astro Monster

King Kong 1933

Godzilla: The Planet Eater

Godzilla: Son of Godzilla

Godzilla 1998

Godzilla Final Wars

Godzilla: Planet of the Monsters

Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle

Godzilla Raids Again

Godzilla: All Monsters Attack

Showa Era

Godzilla 1954

Godzilla: Terror of Mecha-Godzilla

Godzilla vs Mecha-Godzilla 

Godzilla: Destroy all Monsters

Godzilla vs Hedorah 

Godzilla: Eborah, Horror of the Deep

Godzilla vs Mothra Showa

King Kong Escapes

Godzilla: Ghidorah the Three Headed Monster

King Kong vs Godzilla 1963

Godzilla vs. Megalon

Godzilla vs Gigan

Godzilla: Invasion of the Astro Monster

King Kong 1933

Godzilla: Son of Godzilla

Godzilla Raids Again

Godzilla: All Monsters Attack

Heisei Era

Godzilla vs Destroyah 

Godzilla vs Mothra 

The Return of Godzilla

Godzilla vs Space Godzilla

Godzilla vs King Ghidorah

Godzilla vs. Mecha-Godzilla 2

Godzilla vs Biollante

Millenium Era

Godzilla, Mothra, and King Ghidorah: Giant Monsters All-Out Attack 

Godzilla vs Megaguirus

King Kong 2005

Godzilla against Mecha-Godzilla 

Godzilla Tokyo SOS

Godzilla 2000

Godzilla 1998

Godzilla Final Wars

Reiwa

Godzilla Minus One

Kong: Skull Island

Shin Godzilla

Godzilla x Kong: New Empire

Godzilla vs Kong

Godzilla 2014

Godzilla: King of the Monsters

Godzilla: The Planet Eater

Godzilla: Planet of the Monsters

Godzilla: City on the Edge of Battle

I am willing to explain my reasonings in any reblog if people are curious on specific rankings.

[chase-ingjackson]

A few reasons I like and dislike the the new Percy Jackson show (and why I think the musical is better) - initial reaction

To start, I think this new PJO show is a million times better than that dumpster fire of a movie (though I love logan lerman <3). I like that it is quite faithful to the overall arcs and major plot lines of the book. I love the diversity and high caliber of actors (though I def have some Viria-art inspired character images in my head that are god-tier). I love some of the characterizations/portrayals, especially when it comes to making the character more complex (I really appreciate TV Sally for being a real person with complex emotion, though of course book Sally is my fav). And I love that it's so high budget and hgihly-anticipated (great marketing) that it is bringing this beloved story to a greater audience, especially the younger generation and older generation (as parents/grandparents) than those of us who grew up with the series.

I can boil down all of my dislikes of this show into one overarching but very essential part of the show: I don't like that it is a drama. The characters are way too serious and too every-other-moment-we-need-an-instense-heart-to-heart. What I think this show should have been is a comedy adventure with drama/melodrama sprinkled in. In the books, it's all about the banter. And the TV show does some good one-liners, but it's always so serious. I think the best part of the book is that the characters can stay light-hearted and fun despite the horrors and terrors they face. In the show, the gods spoon feed the trio most of the answers, so when they do have a good realization (SPOILER: e.g. Kronos being the orchestrating force) it kind of comes out of nowhere. TV Annabeth is so serious (I know in the first book she is her most serious, but not to this degree) and a lot of the moments when she has time to use her smarts are gone or approached differently. Percy, too. He's not just self-sacrificing (which they really lean into in the show) but he's also incredibly smart and silly. In the books he's kind of a surface-level himbo with great critical thinking, but in the show he's kind of left in the dark and doesn't get opportunities to make his own plans (also, he doesn't seem to know how to control his power (by the 7th episode); whereas in the book he def did at this point. Then there are just dumb changes to make the show more "serious" like not mentioning that cell phones attract monsters or that monsters just smell demigods and not have a 6th sense for them. I'm finding that by trying to change these small details to make it something more exciting or interesting, it's distancing us existing fans by not letting us relate to the small details that really don't matter. For the cellphones, they still use Iris messages rather than getting a payphone or something, so that's kind of a plot hole in the show that is answered by the book.

Anyways, those are my main takeaways. Now, when I say "the musical" I refer to The Lightning Thief: The Percy Jackson Musical by Joe Tracz and Rick Rokicki which first premiered in 2014 but got revamped and redebued in 2017 (which is when it came into my life). I got to see it live in Toronto in 2019 with my middle school best friend, but have been an avid listener of the soundtrack since 2017 (the day it came out on streaming platforms).

The musical in my eyes is a nearly-perfect adaptation of the book. It's soo funny - def the action comedy I'm after, but does have the meaningful emotional moments (ballads, which are essential in musicals). The show itself if the full package; however, even just listening to the soundtrack gives you the whole gist. Here's a link to hte soundtrack on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rFwX6FWeUFQ&list=PL0hK1fYMaqXbtZ0Fhm48TYcLJl7ikNX7Q&ab_channel=TheLightningThief%3AOriginalCastAlbum

Anyways, I want to hear more thoughts and pls tell me what you think of the show (and the musical!!)

[ornithia]

EMERGENCY COMMISSIONS - HELP MY FRIENDS GET TO 🇨🇦

tl;dr - i'm offering the following rates through the next 4-5 weeks:

$15 - quick/messy sketch, bust/face

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$50 - clean/neat lines, bust/face

$100 - clean/neat lines, full body

assuming an empty queue, i can manage these anywhere between an hour to 2 days (max) each.

i will NOT offer full color-commissions at this time, due to volume/time constraints involved involved in reaching our goal in a timely manner.

prices ARE negotiable within these ranges (for example, i can incorporate some splashes of color for a small, additional fee (flats/lines only, no full renders at this time) to give you a little bit extra without sacrificing my workflow/destroying my hands)

SHIP ART*** and OCs highly encouraged! (***ship art rate is 1.5x e.g $15 tier becomes $22.50)

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brief list of some of the fandoms i'm into, for those wondering if we share any common interests/vibes that may come across in my art:

hazbin hotel

the amazing digital circus

good omens

naruto

princess tutu

pokemon

the terror (amc)

sabriel / the old kingdom / abhorsen series

steven universe

transformers

undertale / deltarune

hannibal

jojo's bizarre adventure

yugioh

mob psycho 100

the moomins

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over the past year, portland, OR has (repeatedly) failed my friends. first they suffered a break-in and were burgled of their valuables. then (coincidentally? i think NOT) they were forcibly evicted out by their landlord due to "unpaid rent" despite consistent payments (in cash, no less) in-person. cops showed up within mere hours of notice, traumatising not just my friends but their two cats. they wound up living in a hotel, which is of course when p@ypal decided to make things worse by locking them out of their emergency funds.

MOST recently, on the planned date of their move across the northern border last week, the US bureaucratic process fucked up by putting the wrong country on one of my friends' passport, resulting in their getting flagged and becoming ineligible to travel (for the time being).

to date, the pair are currently stranded in the country for (at least) an additional month as a result of all of this incompetence and failure from social services and supposed "safety nets". our friends are trying our best to help through their ordeal, but we are going to require assistance. please, if anyone can spare even a dollar - every little bit helps. in return, i am also offering the small commissions mentioned above, to make this worth your while.