#the kss of death

[basicallyanotherwitchesthing]

Charles Birkin - The Kiss of Death - Award - 1969

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

ژیرمەندی 5:15 وەک چۆن لە سکی دایکی هاتە دەرەوە،    بە ڕووتی دەگەڕێتەوە، دەڕوات وەک هات. هیچ شتێک لە ماندووبوونەکەی نابات    لەگەڵ دەستی کە دەڕوات.

(They came into this world naked, and when they die, they will be just as naked. They can't take anything with them, and they won't have anything to show for all their work.) — Ecclesiastes 5:15 | Kurdi Sorani Standard (KSS) Holy Bible, Kurdi Sorani Standard ‪Copyright © 1998, 2011, 2016 by Biblica, Inc‎.‎®‎‎ ‪All rights reserved worldwide‎. Cross References: Job 1:21; Psalm 49:17; Ecclesiastes 5:14; 1 Timothy 6:7

[feralcorpses]

Goth Mumbo be upon ye!

This took me longer than it should’ve but I’m glad I’ve managed to finish at least one thing ig

Anyone my inspo was a mix of Star Child from KISS and trad goth ^^ (dude I love KSS so much they are phenomenal, would die for them fr)

(Click for better quality!)

Boring versions:

Reblogs are appreciated <3

ALSO if anyone’s curious the gold symbols on Mumbo is called an Ankh it an egyptian symbol in which represents life, reincarnation and the male and female privates, it’s very common in goth culture due to its symbolism of life and revival after death :D (feel free to correct me on this, I’m not an expert nor am I very familiar with Egyptian symbolism)

I started this drawing at like 2 am a few days ago and I drew on top of the star child ref and I NEED TO SHARE IT

Also I won’t be posting as much art I having bad motivational issues (it took me 4 days to finish this) and just don’t feel amazing abt my art rn ig (please don’t respond to this bit of the post it’s not that important)

[publicatiosui]

An early letter to Max Brod sheds a very clear light on the genesis of this unusual aptitude. It comes from the year 1904, when Kafka was twenty-one years old; I call it the Mole Letter and quote from it as much as seems necessary for an understanding of Kafka's transformation into something small. [...] "While I was out on a walk my dog came upon a mole that was trying to cross the road. He kept leaping at him and wouldn't leave him alone, for he is a young dog, and timid. At first I was amused and liked especially the mole's excitement as he looked for a hole in the hard surface of the road, altogether desperately and ineffectually. But then suddenly, when the dog struck him once more with an outstretched paw, he shrieked Ks, kss, just like that. And then I thought—no, I did not think anything. I was simply in a state of delusion, because on that day my head was hanging so heavily that in the evening I noticed with amazement that my chin had grown into my chest."

The dog, let us note, the dog hunting the mole, was Kafka's dog; he was its master. For the mole who, scared to death, looks for a hole in the hard road, a hole in which to hide—he himself does not exist; the animal is afraid only of the dog, its senses are open only for the latter. But he, Kafka, so exalted above them, by his upright stance, his height, and his ownership of the dog, which could never threaten him, simply laughs at the desperate and ineffectual movements of the mole. The mole does not realize that it could turn to him for help; it has not learned to pray, and it is capable of nothing but its small screams. They are the only sounds that touch the god, for here he is the god, the supreme being, the zenith of power, and in this case God is even present. The mole screams Ks, kss, and the onlooker, hearing this scream, transforms himself into the mole. Without having to fear his dog, which is his slave, he feels what it is to be a mole.

-- Canetti, Kafka's Other Trial

[edenalieth]

the cicada's song

Pairing: Jeongin x gn! reader

Genre: angst/horror

Warnings: violence, blood, demon odd spiritual sh!t, anxiety, death (yeehaw)

Words: 4.4K 

Hidden in the dense shadows of the trees, even more noises could be heard. Some cracks, some things falling on the ground, more insects. You tried to concentrate on your breathing, a chill going down your spine as you silently walked. Inspecting the ground, you could feel some light air telling you the exit was near by now. You raised your head, your eyes expecting to be met by Jeongin’s large shoulders. Nothing.

A.N: happy halloween everyone!! 👻 i've been wanting to write a story like that for a while now, idk if i managed to convey a stressful atmosphere in my writing but i hope you will like it. also the "kss" refers to the sound cicadas do. sorry for the eventual mistakes, enjoy!

« Ah I can’t stand this weather anymore » your friend complained, shaking his shirt in an attempt to catch the slightest breeze. He grimaced when his try ended up into an other failure. You could only relate to this statement. You had never been a real fan of summer. Everything was sticky and uncomfortable. You had to deal with the heat day and night, mosquitos and that annoying piercing buzz cicadas made all day long. « Ugh, should we go grab an ice cream at the convenience store ? » you offered. Jeongin immediately nodded. 

Calling this shop a convenience store was a bit of an exaggeration. It was owned by an old woman all the kids of the village considered as their grandma. It was far different from the ones you could find in Seoul, smaller, less choices. However, even if you were in your high school senior year now, you loved to stop by with your best friend to eat some sweets. As the black haired boy pushed the entry door, you were both welcomed by the jingling bells above it. The air was fresher inside thanks to the fan working full force in the corner. « Good afternoon Miss Choi! »

Looking over her glasses, trying to recognize who the new customers were, a smile illuminated her wrinkled face when she noticed who you were. « Oh! Jeongin! Y/N! How are you angels ? » she asked. « Actually craving an ice cream » you sighed. Miss Choi chuckled at your answer. « There’s no much left, the little monsters of primary school almost robbed everything ». You bent over the freezer, quickly followed by your friend. Only one sample of your favorite ice cream was sadly resting at the bottom. You glanced at each other and started to fiercely bump your shoulders to know who would win it. As usual, Jeongin was the victorious one. « Got it! » he claimed, a smug on his face. Rolling your eyes, you protested « That’s unfair! You know I have literally no strength ». 

« Not my problem », he replied with a mouth already full, « if you worked out a bit more maybe you would beat me ». He handed the money to the lady before leaving as you hastily bowed and followed him outside. Surprised by the sudden vivid light of the sun, you shielded your eyes to let them get accustomed to it. The heat seemed even worse. It felt like you were walking through fire, maybe the fact that you were upset didn’t help either. The boy was heading toward a bench near by, slightly sheltered by the shadow of the trees around. He put his bag to the side and sighed in relief. Pouting, you joined him. « What ? Come on ! There was also some cool drinks ! You just had to tell me if you wanted it that bad… » the end of his sentence was more of a grumble. You glared at him, he didn’t care, this is what eighteen years of friendship looked like. « If this damn place was bigger it would not have been a problem… » you seethed. 

Jeongin looked at you, knowing your aversion for this village. You liked the people who were living here but you hated everything else. The fields and mountains spreading as far as eyes can see, the forest you were so scared of, the lack of network and mostly, insects. 

Finishing his ice cream, he wiped off the sweat going down his neck and was playing with a rock, using the tip of his snickers. He always wore those ones. They were worn out but he loved them, especially because of the smiley you had drawn on it. « So… You’re truly going to Seoul University next year ? » he sounded resigned and somber, perfectly knowing your answer. You gazed at your best friend, your heart slightly breaking at his miserable state. « Yes. There’s no way I’m spending one more year in this rathole. And you’re going to Busan, so you can’t blame me. » He pouted. « You could have come to Busan too, it’s a great city and not too far to come visit our families. » 

The village was indeed an hour’s drive from Busan but all you wanted was to be as far as possible from here. « You could have come to Seoul too. » you retorted. 

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You both glared at each other, cicadas loudly singing as if it was encouraging you to fight. You already had this conversation before and the outcome was never good. Obviously, you would miss Jeongin really bad. After all those years spending all your free time together, being at school together, having the same friends, same routine, it would feel kinda odd to meet new people. However, you needed that fresh air, you needed to discover new places and Busan was unfortunately too close from your hometown for you to get this detachment feeling. 

The air was getting thicker, just as the mood. Jeongin grabbed his bag and began to walk towards the road. « Are you coming or no ? » his dark foxy eyes reflecting his annoyance. You took your belonging and followed him without a word. The journey back to your homes felt ridiculously long. You saw some of your neighbors, greeted them, most of them coming back from work, some others bringing in the laundry as you could hear some thunder from afar. As you arrived closer to the edge of the wood, your stomach twisted. You did this every day and still apprehended it. The only reason you didn’t run was because your friend was here. He was always by your side since you were living fifteen minutes apart from each other. The rare times he wasn’t able to walk you home, you just sprinted until you were locked inside. Hidden in the dense shadows of the trees, even more noises could be heard. Some cracks, some things falling on the ground, more insects. You tried to concentrate on your breathing, a chill going down your spine as you silently walked. Inspecting the ground, you could feel some light air telling you the exit was near by now. You raised your head, your eyes expecting to be met by Jeongin’s large shoulders. Nothing. What the hell ? When did you pass him ? Maybe he was really angry and decided to walk faster without you noticing but that was not his type to do such a thing… Your palms were getting moist as you scanned the area, looking for your friend. Your throat was tight and aching. « Jeo-Jeongin ? Where are you ? ». A crack  resonated behind you. A sensation of déjà-vu was slowly creeping inside your brain. It was too familiar, like that time… « Jeongin ! ». Still no answer. Maybe he really left you behind. Your breath became jerky, your mind foggy. You couldn’t think straight. And that incessant noise, preventing you from hearing anything else. 

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Suddenly, you felt something on the top of your head. With a trembling hand, you felt something soft yet stiff. You carefully grabbed it, when you recognized what it was you let out the scream you were holding back and rushed out of the forest. The relief you felt once outside was incredible. Soon, you could hear some footsteps, making you turn around quickly. Panting, a pretty amused Jeongin was there, hands on his knees and shaking of laughter. You frowned, slightly confused, before it hit you. « You asshole! You’re so fucking stupid, you know that ? » you fumed. Still trying to catch his breath in between two chuckle, he said « C-come on ! It was just a little prank. I wanted to lighten the mood ! You were so silent back there. » 

You scoffed « Can’t say you were the talkative type either. You know I hate those woods. And a cicada molt, really ?». Some tears were threatening to roll down your cheeks at any moment. His smile vanished as the tension grew back. « The real question is what you don’t hate Y/N ? » he talked back. « Get lost, Yang Jeongin. »

The black haired boy was about to answer when he saw your watery eyes as you kept going on your way. He didn’t mean to hurt you that much. You were his most precious friend. He wanted to stop you and apologize but his ego held him back. A thunder broke. It was close. Just as he thought that, raindrops started to fall. The noise had made you jump and you glanced back to see what was your friend doing, only to see him run down the road, covering his head with his bag. 

The storm was raging outside. The loud thunder was making the shutters shake, the rain hitting the ceiling tiles relentlessly making it impossible for you to sleep correctly. You took your phone, the screen lighting up and making your eyes squint. 4:44am. You had no news from your best friend. You sighed. Fine. You would sent him a message. 

you: hope you went home safely… the storm is crazy, right ?

You waited few minutes but it was silly to think he would answer at this hour. He was probably sleeping. You put your phone back on the nightstand and covered your ears with your pillow. Shortly, you fell into slumber. 

You were surrounded by trees. Trying to escape the place but it seemed impossible. You ran continuously until you fell something on your skin and stopped. Crawling on your arm, a cicada. Taken by a surge of disgust, you hastily got rid of it with your hand. However, an other one was already flying towards you, and an other, an other one, an other one. Endlessly. You could feel the small hooks of their legs clinging onto your epidermis. The loud buzz of their wings becoming deafening, covering your cries. Between the brown mess of insects, you distinguished a silhouette. Those eyes. You could recognized them amongst a thousand. You held your hand out for help. He shook his head from left to right, a cruel smile blooming on his lips. Then it was all dark and noisy. Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss. 

You gasped, eyes wide open, facing the ceiling of your room. A hand on your chest, your heart beating at the speed of light. A nightmare. A terrible one. The back of your shirt was soaking wet. You checked the time. 10:24am and no answer from Jeongin. That was weird, he wasn’t resentful. You decided to take a shower and go meet him at his place. 

Thunder was gone but the rain kept going. At least, the air was fresher now and insects were silent. Thank god. After last night, you weren’t sure you would have been able to handle their song. As you walked, you saw a mass of people clumped on the path. Coming closer, you could see them actively removing dirt. 

« Oh! Please don’t come any closer. » a worker told you. « What happened ? » you asked. « A landslide because of the storm last night. It might still be dangerous so you will have to take an other road. » the man went back to digging when you noticed something else. There was several remains on the side, branches, rocks, some waste and a shoe. Jeongin’s shoe. Your heart stopped for a second. You had to calm down. If something had happened to your friend, rescuers and police would be there too. It was fine, he was fine. Not wasting another second, you rushed to his house taking the longer path. When you arrived, his little brother welcomed you and let you in. You knew this place by heart and directly went to Jeongin’s room. You knocked. 

« Hmm ? » Just hearing his voice was a relief. « It’s Y/N. » There was some fidgeting behind his door before he opened it. You jumped into his arms and hugged him tight. The boy didn’t move at first, surprised, and finally wrapped his arms around you. Detaching yourself from him, you checked if he was okay. He looked pale and tired but nothing seemed to be broken, just some scratches here and there. « I’m glad nothing happened to you ». He seemed confused, scratching his nape. « Why would something happen to me ? » he replied. « I saw the landslide and your shoe was there ! I thought something bad happened to you. How it ended up here ? ». His eyes widened. « Oh ! I slipped on my way home… You would have laughed a lot… My butt was covered in mud. » he said sheepishly. That was explaining the scratches and the dirt under his nails. « But how did you loose your damn shoe ? » You insisted. « It fell down the hill and the rain was pouring. I thought I would just get it back the next day… ». You shook your head, rolling your eyes, he could be so clumsy sometimes but he had chosen the safest option. « I would have been sad to loose my best friend because of a storm. » you chuckled. He smiled but his eyes seemed… distant. « You’re not sad to abandon me here though » he sarcastically answered. You sighed. « Jeongin. Can we just stop ? I don’t want to fight about this anymore. I promise I will come see you and you could come to Seoul too, okay ? ». You left your pinky to promise him. He looked at your finger, reluctant, and finally sealed the pact. His hand was cold. « Sure. »

You didn’t see each other much the next day, he preferred to stay inside since the summer heat was fully back with all its disadvantages after the storm episode. You tried to lure him with some ice creams, which actually worked. His scratches were fully healed but he still seemed tired and strangely had a lot of appetite. « Man, you’re eating a lot like… a lot. » you stated as he already had devoured his snack. « You think so ? I don’t know, maybe I’m still going through puberty. » he shrugged. « Should we go buy something else ? » he happily asked you. « If you’re getting sick it will be your fault. ». The black haired boy laughed and went back to Mrs’ Choi shop. Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss.

Waiting for your friend, you looked at the woods below, suddenly remembering your nightmare. Just thinking about it gave you some cold sweat and you slightly jumped when you felt Jeongin’s hand on your shoulder. « Sorry, I called you but you weren’t answering. » he handed you an other ice cream, his eyes scanning you. « I was lost in thoughts » you evasively said. He kept staring at you for few seconds, his gaze looking a bit bleak and annoyed. You didn’t want to tell him about your dream, it was just a dream after all. The rest of the day went by, and then the others and so on. It had been three weeks since your little fight and things had gone back to normal, at least you tried to convince yourself. However, you felt some uneasiness when he was around you. He acted like before, being the joyful guy you always knew but some of his habits had changed. He used to never eat rare meat and now it was almost raw, he went to sleep excessively late, you found him aimlessly roaming around your neighborhood a lot of times. Also, you never thought you would say that, but his smile was odd. It used to be sparkling and warm, seeing him grin could cheer you up instantly. Nowadays, it felt cold, empty, fake… It seemed off. It wasn’t big changes but enough to make you wonder of what was possibly going on with him. The most disturbing thing was the fact that you caught him several times staring at your house, doing absolutely nothing. It scared you. You felt preyed on, trapped, watched. 

As usual, he walked you home and waved you goodbye as he was going back to his house. You smiled, still looking at him until he disappeared behind the trees. You were probably imagining things or overthinking about his acts. Maybe your last argument affected him more than you thought… However, you wanted to have a clear mind about it and know why he was acting weird. The next morning, when he asked you to hang out during the afternoon you lied to him. You told him you got sick during the night and had to stay at home. He gently mocked you for being the one getting sick but still wished you a good recovery, telling you he would bring some fruits. Yet, your plan was far different from staying at home. Jeongin and you had been sharing your locations on your phones since middle school. You couldn’t believe you were spying on him. During the whole morning, he didn’t move from his house and went out in the early afternoon. He passed in front of your house and stayed maybe a hundred meters away from it for several minutes, as he had been doing for a while now. You were tempted to look out of your window but you were scared he would see it. Waiting, you noticed that he started to move again towards the woods. When you considered that he was far enough for you to go out, you put your shoes on and started to follow his path. Checking your phone from time to time, you saw he was out of the forest and going downtown. When you arrived in front of the trees, you couldn’t bring yourself to go inside. The fresh air and all the noises coming out of it just incessantly reminding you of that day. You turned around and decided to hide around the spot he was a bit earlier. Minutes turned into an hour and your muscles were getting sore when he finally came back. You heard his footsteps and the friction of the plastic bag he was holding in a hand and something red on the other. You thought it might be an apple but its color was too dark and the juice running down his chin and hand wasn’t supposed to be red as well… He took a rough bite in it, bestially. It looked like a small animal… The sight of it had you gagging. What the fuck was that ? You couldn’t believe it was your best friend, it didn’t look like him. Something evil was emanating from his aura and the blood splattered on his face and hands was just confirming it. He was probably heading to your home now, you had to quickly go back or he would found out you lied to him. Still shaken by the weird sight you had just witnessed, your thoughts were fuzzing. Tapping the ground, searching for something to stand up, the loud crack brought you back to reality. You held back your breath, listening to your surroundings. Kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss kss. 

The footsteps stopped and you could only hear the cicada’s song. « You’re such a liar, Y/N ». Towering you, Jeongin hummed those words, a bloody smile adorning his face. It was the same cruel grin he had in your nightmare and all your senses were screaming you to run, which you did. Going to your house wasn’t an option since he would definitely catch you. Taking the long road was too isolated, you had to quickly go downtown and ask for help. But… Asking help for what ? He hadn’t done anything yet… Yet. You had to take the path through the woods, it was the fastest one. You ran through the trees, closely followed by the black haired boy. « Y/N, come back! » he screamed. Hell no. He needed to stay far away from you, it wasn’t your friend anymore. You felt the familiar air warning you that the exit was near by, when you felt a hand forcefully catching you. His strength was nothing like before and the shock made you fall on your knees. « I told you to come. » he snarled. « Please, Jeongin you’re hurting me. » you pleaded, trying to remove his fingers. « Am I ? » he stepped on your leg and ferociously pressed on it. You felt your bone breaking, drawing out a guttural scream from your throat. He placed his dirty hand on your mouth and you could smell the iron scent on it. You body was uncontrollably shaking from the pain, fear and sobs. « Shut up. » His face was so close to yours. You noticed that he was even paler, the blood on his skin making a big contrast. « I didn’t want to do that Y/N. I tried to be nice. Really. » he said, almost imploring you. « But you’re too nosy, I could tell you noticed that I’ve changed… » The pain was horrible. It was hard for you to keep consciousness. « The night we fought… I did slip but I fell down the hill because of the landslide and  got covered by the dirt and mud. I was dead, Y/N. Then, it came to me. That thing you were scared of. » The most human part of him still remembered the panic filling his veins when he got buried alive. How he desperately tried to dig his way out of this nightmare. Thinking he would never see the light again, nor his family or you. When it offered him to live, he didn’t hesitate. No matter what the price would be. Dizzy, you wondered what he was talking about and asked him. « I remember why you are so scared of those woods, you saw it. The demon living here. But it saved me, it’s a part of me, Y/N. » he seemed insane, his eyes widened and red. The sight of this scene was terrifying. You wanted to escape his grip but you were too weak and you wouldn’t be able to go far with a broken leg.

You needed a weapon, anything. However, he was right. You did see that thing more than ten years ago. Its odd, diaphanous and horrifying shape. You were a kid at that time and you were getting used to come back home by yourself. You got lost, insects and strange sounds scaring you, making you cry. When it appeared few meters away from you with its twisted dreadful figure, you prayed for something or someone to save you. As if they heard you, the foxy boy and his parents arrived. Since then, you never stopped to feel its presence. And now, it was controlling your best friend ? It had to be another nightmare… Tears started to roll down your cheeks. « Please… Jeongin… Let me go. » you begged. « I can’t do that. You know our secret now. You have to stay with us, you will be safe. » his body was lightly shaken by spasms. Finally, finding what you were looking for, you grabbed a stone and hit him in the head. He seemed stunned for a minute, his grip being weaker. He ferociously glared at you, more blood covering his face. He straddled you, blocking your arms. « You wanted to leave this place, leave me. » he accused. He would never forget the day you told him you would go to Seoul. It wasn’t what he had in mind. He didn’t want to be far away from you, he didn’t know how to be happy without you. His feelings were stronger and clearer than ever. Was it his true feelings or the entity’s ones, though ? « No, no, no… not you, Jeongin » Your sobs made it hard for you to talk, black dots appearing in front of your sight as the pain was getting more and more intense. Your head was buzzing, the sounds of the cicadas surrounding you becoming deafening. « I can’t trust you anymore, but you’ve always been precious to me… I’ve loved you and still love you so much Y/N… that’s why you have to stay with me forever. » Your friend was long gone. You cried at the idea that you would never be able to enjoy the simple things of life with him anymore. You wish you could turn back time, save him…

Plunging towards your throat, the last thing you saw was his dislocated jaw and eyes rolling into the back of his head.

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[mutatiio]

mayxthexforce:

His name... Someone said his name. Maul. He is still speaking to him. His comm. Where is it? Oh, right. Out of reach, just on the periphery of his vision– out of reach not because it's far away but because he can't move, can't turn. All it'd take to reach it would be to be able to push himself onto his side. But he can't force his body to. Can't will it into motion, even when the hand that didn't clutch his own stomach moves, trying to reach it, it's not close enough. If he strains himself to his limit, to the point that fresh pain blossoms from the wound and makes him feel as if something is tearing him apart from the inside out, he xan just brush his comm with the tips of two fingers. Pushing it further away. He stops trying to grab it. It hurts too much. Ending the effort hurts just as much. Relaxing loosens his muscles up, rips a breathless yet long and pained cry out of him. Tears blur his vision. So much burns inside. There is no blood, but there is so much damage. More than he can even attempt to heal. And yet, he tries. It's fruitless. In his mind, he prays, he begs, for that higher power he might have taken for granted his whole life to not forsake him, to come back. Just for a minute. That's all he needs. He makes so many promises, vows to never use it for selfish reasons again if he's granted just one last chance to use it. Just one last chance to reach through the veil. For Anakin, for Maul, for Ahsoka. There's so many others, but those three would do. He'd be able to go in peace with just that. To feel them there with him one last time. Nothing happens. The force isn't with him. Only the pain remains. Blurs his concept of time. How long has it been? He can't tell. He can't see the sun from where he hit the ground. Obi-Wan feels its warmth, behind him. A growing, uncomfortable sting on his scalp is the only way to measure the passage of time that he has. But when the pain begins to fade eventually, leaving him empty. Staring up at the sky. Then comes a sound he recognizes. His vision flickers back into focus, the growing dark spots giving way to the blue sky once more and there, he sees it: the scimitar. Maul... Obi-Wan doesn't need the force to know that whoever attacked him is long gone, content with ambushing him and leaving him there to suffer alone. They are gone. They can't hurt Maul. The air leaves his lungs in a weak yet heartfelt sigh of relief, and never fills them again.

it hadn't taken long, but it felt as though a lifetime had passed. anger soon turned to desperation. constantly met with nothing in both regards; verbal silence in hand with nothing from the force. growls and orders turned to quiet pleas. talk to me. say something. a noise, a word, anything. anything.

more nothing. such blankness where kenobi used to be rendered him weak, sickened. his hand started to shake as he began begging for a reply. any indication that he's alive, hurt or not. they could solve hurt.

it's the cry that sinks his hearts to the pit of his stomach. he's hurt, but alive. " i'm almost there!! hold on. "

breaking just about every speed violation, he arrives in record time. maul leaps from the docking bay while the ship is still landing, connecting with the ground below harshly, not quite remembering to do anything other than attempt to reach kenobi with the force.

maul smells him before he sees him. burnt flesh, kenobi's scent, nothing as strong as him. dread weighs him down, but it doesn't cease his movement. if he's injured, there's no time to waste. when he approaches everything is still. his chest does not move. his eyes do not move. that does cease his movement planting metal feet to the ground. he's not breathing. not breathing- not breathing, not moving, not speaking, not reacting.

he stumbles forward, toward him, losing footing and landing heavily on the ground, on his hands and knees. it's clearer now that kenobi is not breathing. so clear that he goes still, unblinking as he focuses on obi-wan's hand. covering the wound- he crawls the rest of the way, eyes remaining on the man he loves. loved.

" obi-wan... " tentative fingers touch his sickly-white cheek, cupping his jaw. cold- the other on his shoulder as he gently shakes him. an attempt to rouse. " i am here. right here- look at me. " but blue eyes remain looking up, towards the sky. unfocused and unacknowledging.

he cradles obi-wan against his chest, so gentle, as though what was already broken was so terribly fragile. what happened would be answered soon, discovered or die trying to. rage simmered even now. but at this moment, gentle hold around the lifeless as he rocks back and forward. softly - desperately - he mutters into hair; don't go. don't leave me. you're mine- mine to kill.

shifts only just to press his lips to obi-wan's. a kiss. something he had always found revolting, but rapidly turned to comfort with his jedi. the chill startles him, recoiling with a gasp. claws dig into him, as though fighting against what had already taken the man. denial and realisation at once. " no- " he croaks, his hearts clenching as though in an iron vice, a foreign sound rips from his throat. a broken sob-

head bows, buried in that tan tunic. he trembles even as his grip on obi-wan tightens enough to draw blood from crescent wounds. don't go. don't leave me-

he would give his life, he would kill anyone or anything for obi-wan. nothing deserves to continue living while he dies- while he is killed- maul's hand rests above obi-wan, pressing it against the wound. nothing deserves to live, only obi-wan. if the force is just, give him back.

eyes shut and face to his love's unmoving chest, maul is blind everything around them rotting. every blade of grass drying up, birds ceasing their songs, insects plummeting mid-flight.

if the force is just, give him back. give him back. give him back. give him back.

[stolen-ass-name]

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

I'm gonna start posting about One Punch Man again after so long bc I Miss They, and my first post is

Gearsper is Greek

I claim him now, he's Greek.

1 note - Posted January 23, 2022

#4

Not to vague about someone but if your immediate response to someone doing something that makes you cringe a little is to wish death upon them and their loved one, you should definitely get checked. Y'all are getting too comfortable telling people they should k*ll themselves and it's getting fucking annoying.

2 notes - Posted January 10, 2022

#3

Shout out to trans men for being so beautiful handsome and pretty all the time, and doing all the aesthetic heavy-lifting of the world,,,

3 notes - Posted May 21, 2022

#2

Heaven's Design Team for the fandom thing >:3

Blorbo (favorite character/ character I think about the Most): THIS IS A NEPTUNE ZONE, IF YOU DON'T LIKE NEPTUNE GET OFF MY BLOG, PPL

See the full post

3 notes - Posted February 12, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I literally do not get what problem y'all have with M-spec lesbians, like, it just sounds like weird label discourse all over again. People can, will and should use whatever labels they think best describe them. I don't get y'all's obsession with keeping lesbian as "exclusive" as possible, you cannot fully comprehend other people's experiences and feelings as deeply as they can, ever, and you should trust them to know what label they think is best at any point. You cannot control them, you cannot control anything about them. Go look at yourself in the mirror, talk to an older gay person, touch some grass.

3 notes - Posted January 24, 2022

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[haiuniversekun]

Drinking game for rewatching Steven Universe:

- Take a shot every time “love” is mentioned

- Take a shot everytime someone sings

Good luck when you get to Mr. Greg

[bourreau-de-roi-blog]

Kiss or diss (you choose the verse :'D)

Send “Kiss or diss” to see whether my muse would kiss your muse | ACCEPTING

“If he wants a kiss from the Grim Reaper, I have no objections.”

[mybeautifulchristianjourney]

گۆرانی گۆرانییەکان 8:6

بمکە مۆر لەسەر دڵت،    مۆر لەسەر بازووت، چونکە خۆشەویستی وەک مردن بەهێزە،    ئیرەیی وەک گۆڕ سەختە، خۆشەویستی سووتێنەرە، گڕی ئاگرە،    وەک ئاگرێکی بەهێزە.

(Place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm, because love is as strong as death. Its passion is as relentless as the grave. Its flames are flames of fire, a mighty blaze.) — Song of Solomon 8:6 | Kurdi Sorani Standard (KSS) Holy Bible, Kurdi Sorani Standard ‪Copyright © 1998, 2011, 2016 by Biblica, Inc‎.‎®‎‎ ‪All rights reserved worldwide‎. Cross References: Numbers 5:14; Proverbs 6:34; Isaiah 49:16; Jeremiah 22:24; Haggai 2:23

[gangrenados]

would you be willing to write a fem!reader dating Petra from Deadly Class, please 💕🙏🏻

If you havent already could you write some dating petra yolga fluffy headcanons ( female reader ) ? 👉🏻👈🏻

hope you like it!  💕

°You might see Petra as the emotionless type, who doesen’t gve adamn about love and coulnd’t care less about relationships. But let me tell you something...you’re wrong.

°Petra wants to be belong and be loved, she craves those things pretty badly. It’s nice to finally have some friends, but she have been longing for a romatic conexion for so long, just to see how it feels...

°That’s why Petra doesn’t waste an opportunity to kss you or show you some affection, howvwer, you have to be cautios with this. You can’t let the others see how much you care about each other.

°but that doesn't mean you don't get handsy, Petra really loves having sex with you it dosen't matter if it's in the bathrooms or in your dorms, but if you're not into that? then kisses it is.

°Petra is a sucker for cheesy things: dates in the graveyard, sneaking to go and get some milkshakes, going to a photobooth and do that typical photo of you two kissing, yeah that one is precious for her.

°she will happily introduct you to goth rock, but she will be open to your music style as well. If you like metal? then she will banging her head beside you, you like punk? well she's used to Lex and Billie listening to that, do you like hip-hop? well, she might get confused on the lyric, but she tries. Damn Petra would even gve it a shot to country music, just for you.

°Petra would throw a chemical bomb to whoever harms you.

°Petra is really sweet and supportive. So is you're in the cheer squad (as much as she hates the majority of them) Petra would cheering you in your private practice.

°She have had a hard time with the death thingy, Petra still have her dads words on her mind "when you watch the life go out of someone's eyes,then you're no longer afraid of death" so if you die near her, well, Petra will be watching you like a hawk.

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[galacticnova3]

Out of curiosity what do you dislike about fanon Marx? (If you're comfortable answering ofc, if not feel free to ignore this!)

Honestly... kinda everything? I'll put it under a read more because I know people who like Marx who probably don't want to read a rant about not liking him.

The main fanon interpretations of Marx boil down to either 'crazy wild boy does a violence' (often involves bad stereotypes of mental illness, but is much less common now) or 'silly clown was just pulling a prank uwu', which is literally everywhere, and attempts to remove all responsibility/ "redeem" him without actually... making him change anything. It's annoying because it basically ignores EVERYTHING ABOUT MWW and also half the people who follow it simultaneously demonize Magolor and complain about HAL giving him a redemption.

Basically, if you aren't writing Marx as manipulative and self-centered, you're doing it wrong! I always see people say "ohh he's a good guy now because he helped in Star Allies". Yeah, he helped because free food; in the Japanese version, it basically boiled down to safety in numbers. In other words, he was definitely not helping out of the kindness of his own heart. He was helping for his own gain.

I've seen people try to argue that he wasn't even "that bad" in KSS/KSSU, and like... What? The guy not only fucked up the day-night cycle and tricked Kirby into summoning Nova for him, but he also tried to kill Kirby TWICE, via leaving him to die in space, and then attacking directly when that failed. It's actually three times, even, if you count the True Arena. (To the people who will say "oh but that first one isn't true because Kirby is fine in space": YOU LITERALLY WATCH HIM STRUGGLING AND THE SCREEN STARTS FADING TO BLACK? IN THE ORIGINAL IT'S EVEN ACCOMPANIED BY HURT SOUNDS??? HE WAS NOT FINE.)

All of that also ignores that he literally got Nova killed? "Ok but it was Kirby who launched him into-" WHO ASKED KIRBY TO SUMMON NOVA HUH? WHO PUT NOVA IN THE SITUATION OF BECOMING A THREAT TO POPSTAR HUH? Nova is only still alive because of Meta Knight's summoning. He doesn't come back in the original, Marx literally got him killed permanently in Super Star.

So, to review: popular fanon Marx is just a funny little hungry guy who made an oops, but it's ok now because everyone forgives him. Canon Marx is calculating, self-centered, and manipulative. In his search for power, he tried to kill a child multiple times, and got someone else killed in the process. He still hasn't even apologized or done anything that could be treated as an apology.

I don't think I'm far off in saying that the fandom has bastardized his character to hell and back.

I don't have anything against people who like Marx, let that be clear. I only have a problem with it when they shove him in my face and then get offended when I express that he's my biggest discomfort character. It doesn't help that I've been sent literal death threats over not liking him before. Telling me I shouldn't hate Marx isn't going to make me stop hating him.

[vitavitale]

@kanashimai​ sent:  "I love you, Vitale. I love you more than anything." // ksses from gary

But a man must wonder if such a love was deserved, and if he was prudent he would question the confessions of infernal tongues. But men are so oft foolishly inclined, misled, and are rarely better for it. But all of these sweet whispers and tender kisses brought to bear a succulent reality, and while V may have believed his penance would last through his lifetime, he knew that there was a pointlessness in fighting a battle he’d lost before he’d ever known there were such battles in his life to fight. V was a stubborn man when it came to any one thing, and so was he stubbornly in love with the demon in whose hands he rested, in whose words he fled to find his solace, and by whose indubitable lips he could remember that he was alive, an equal, and that life was sometimes just even to creatures of his ilk; he could remember that he needed love like anyone, wanted love like anyone, and enjoyed it the same way better fellows would. He could be loved too, and it didn’t have to be a farce. Maybe he’d done enough after all, paying for his sins the way he had for so many years, flogging himself with guilt and blame, walking the fine line between starvation and death—all to smile at blue eyes, heart on his sleeve.

Oh, but Garrett wasn’t the sort to joke about his affections or V’s. With the way he kissed him now, the way he always kissed him, there couldn’t have been a question in either mind. Even if such a lank, puny, unfortunate thing like V had nothing to his name to offer, he at least could give his heart in full, and he didn’t care for the consequences. There’d come a point in V’s life when he realized that worrying over the future was wasteful. He should have liked to conclude the same in regard to the past. Of course, those thoughts lived along the sidelines now; and Garrett was infallibly there, everywhere, pleasing and healing V as he would. More than anything, hm?

The smile on pallid lips reached green eyes. No resistance had V to offer, but he embraced the affection and the devotion instead, and he allowed every little attention, the smallest gesture and the faintest whisper his mate would give. As gently as Garrett held him, so too did V when his hands came upon protective arms. He decided long ago that there was nothing wrong with this, and he would be a wiser man to take this gift than to spurn it. The demon was lucky: he’d never have to suffer such a thing from this man. It happened to be that V loved to love Garrett, and he loved to be loved by him. “Garrett, I love you more than anything,” he said openly, freely, simply and purely. There was no motive, no raging sea inside of him when he spoke: he told his truth, reminded Garrett of his worth, and that was all. “I love thee with the passion put to use / In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose / With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, / Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose, / I shall but love thee better after death.” 

It was that simple.

[ultrastimpaks]

"Kss of Death" by Bruna Kazinoti, 1988

[masshirohebi-moved]

@super-kame-love asked:  "Do...d'you still love me? I mean, in any way a'tall?"

This time, the question hadn’t been unfounded. It hadn’t crept up from her paranoid thoughts one night, and materialized on the air without any further prompting. They had been particularly volatile to her these last few days. Or were they weeks? They can’t remember, they have lost the ability to separate themself from their spite and anger. Her fault, it was all her fault. Or so they had thought. But they are starting to question their own emotions more lately, have brooded over the complexity of their own heart. It had been so simple before she came. No one could dent their impenetrable armor, no one could say or do anything to rub them the wrong way. Then she came, and suddenly, their eyes opened up to the side of the world they had fled from as a child. Was it sympathy? No, it isn’t selfless enough to be that. Perhaps, just greater consciousness.  With this however, comes the added baggage of caring. That weakness will be the death of them.

It had all begun with her comment. When she had caught them with a man they had found interest in. When she had loudly declared them to be a queen cat, and a few other choice words that described them as feral, desperate and whorish. From there, she had clearly taken to the name, how pleased she must have been to be the first shinobi alive to live through insulting the viper. To coin the phrase and leave them stuck with the label. For she had thrown it back in their face again, the next time she met them in a bar surrounded by strangers. Drunks however, were easily amused. And if their pride wasn’t wounded enough by being called such a thing in public for the second time, it certainly had been gutted when they decided to leave. When walking out in to the street causes them to spot a group of snickering men. At first, they assume the group to be calling a stray cat, the ‘kss kss kss‘ pet call falling from a mans lips. And then, when the serpent finally realizes it is them that the men are calling, the group follows their game with a few ‘here, kitty, kitty’, for no other purpose than to rub salt in the wound. The men evidently pissed, and genuinely amused by the call out they had witnessed in the bar. They don’t know what they regret more, not beheading the group on the spot, or having let the comment stop them in their tracks. To have stared blankly at the group in unshed fury. It hadn’t bubbled over the surface and in to their gaze until they returned to their group. And since then, their mood had never lifted. A comment such as that would never had irked them before. They would have found a way to turn the joke around. They would have twisted the strangers game in to their own game. They would have found sadistic amusement in proving themself immune to others. As the days have passed however, they begin to wonder if perhaps it is not the men at all that bother them. But instead, that the reflection has them wondering more and more what she thinks of them. Since they are juvenile at the worst of times, they can not offer this truth to her and work it out. They become bitter, they become ratty. Everything they put down is with a touch more force, because they know she hates noise.  The kettle slammed to its post, the laboratory tools or cooking cutlery all dropped loudly to clang against the sink. When they cook, for they refuse to eat anything she touches, it is a steady sound of volatile quickness. She isn’t permitted in to their chambers, the summons about hissing with obvious threat, the room sealed when they are not in it. Even their work place has become locked off. Only their figure passing through the web of seal work binding the laboratory.  They don’t greet her when she passes them, they barely greet anyone. Kabuto is perhaps, the only one they speak to. Quick words, short sentences. They disappear without anyone knowing, and the prison cells have become abundantly empty. While their experimentation has declined, so has their patience. Uncalled for comments, hands snatching at them through bars - all crimes that warrant execution.

"Do...d'you still love me? I mean, in any way a'tall?" She has caught them in the hallway, midway through the thoughts that had kept them up most nights. They had caught word she would be leaving, but they can not tell if it is mere rumour, or if it is true. To their knowledge, it was well known that she was the one who had caused the serpents mood to shift so terribly. And with their mood being such, the hideout itself became just as volatile. They imagine, since she was the easiest person to blame, the current residents had snatched the opportunity. She wouldn’t be a favourite within the dark labyrinth.  While everyone else may be thinking how much they disliked her, the Sannin had been stuck on the opposite. They couldn’t let her leave. They know that now. They had become too dependent, and perhaps admitting to that weakness gave them the opportunity to rise from it. As she had once told them, you couldn’t fix a problem if you did not admit it was there. Now they had admitted to it. Now came the task of securing themself despite this weakness. Which only needed one current question to be answered: what would make her stay? The answer is easy, she has said it a hundred times or more. She wanted them. And right now, they feel as if she has won. That thought however, is not a bitter one. They can admit defeat, she had been a worthy opponent.  “I’ll do it.” The words are spoken after a brief pause, golden eyes without any previous anger, that had lost its flame. Even self pity and defeat had ached away. This feeling, was entirely new. Good or bad, they could not tell. But certainly, they were in motion again, and nothing scared them more than being stuck in a cycle they had no control over. So perhaps losing, was its own form of winning this time. The only way to break out of this mess.  “I’ll marry you.” For what was marriage? They could not claim it to mean nothing to them, and then simultaneously fight against it. That was like a child never parting with a toy they never played with. Illogical. Besides, they didn’t find her unattractive. They liked her dark skin, they liked her curly hair, they liked her more durable build and honey brown eyes. They had merely never felt a connection due to her nature. Submissive, a push over - fragile. But if they had learnt anything this year... it was that they had greatly underestimated her. That instead, she was far more resilient than they were. And when they had tried pushing her over, she had pushed back so hard that she toppled them off their high and mighty throne. It’s a final realization - she had won, she had beaten the devil at their own game.

[theonyxpath]

Wooo! The Kickstarter for V5 Cults of the Blood Gods is going live tomorrow (or today depending when you read this), Tuesday, December 17th at 2pm Eastern US time! We’re doing this Kickstarter in order to create a traditionally printed book that we’ll print and deliver to backers and overprint more books in order to get Cults into stores!

Here are some of the highlights of the book, provided to me by developer Matthew Dawkins:

•           An in-character breakdown of the rise of esoteric beliefs among the ranks of the undead and how faith drives many of the major aspects of vampire culture.

•           A host of religions — from historic theocracies and globe-spanning conspiracies to fringe cults and mortal beliefs arising in the modern nights — introduced for incorporation into your character backgrounds or as supporting casts and antagonist groups in your chronicles.

•           The history, structure, and ambitions of the Hecata, the vampire group known as the Clan of Death, as well as a chapter dedicated to playing a vampire among the Necromancers, and the rituals for their Discipline: Oblivion.

•           Guidance on how to use ecclesiastical horror and construct cults in Vampire, making them a vivid backdrop for your own stories, including new coterie styles focused on cult play.

•           Faith-based story hooks and a full story centered on the activities of the Hecata, involving walking corpses, ghosts, ready-made characters, and the secrets of the most twisted family in the World of Darkness.

•           New Loresheets, Discipline powers, and Predator types for inclusion in your chronicles, encouraging player characters to engage fully with the material presented in this book.

Visually, as folks will see when the KS page goes live, it’ll be a gorgeous book featuring much of the same qualities and artists as V5 Chicago By Night.

Just fair warning: we continue to look for methods to cut shipping costs outside the US, yet the shipping for V5 Cults of the Blood Gods has shipping costs in line with our more recent KSs this whole year, rather than the shipping costs we were working with when we KS’d V5 Chicago By Night.

As I’ve mentioned before, we know the costs are high, but they are the costs quoted to us from our shippers here in the US, and passed on to backers. I continue to think it better to give our non-US backers a choice as to whether to back and pay the shipping costs and be part of the KS (including getting Stretch Goals, and all), rather than Onyx just not shipping outside the US as many TTRPG companies have decided to do with their KSs.

Basically, shipping costs are high, and they suck. We will keep searching for avenues that could cut those costs – never fear!

CofD Dark Eras 2 art by Alex Sheikman

Here are some brief nuggets of things we want you to know about this week, besides the V5 Cult of the Blood Gods Kickstarter:

If you haven’t seen the promos on our social media, Onyx Path is part of DTRPG‘s Teach Your Kids To Game sale! You can get the Pugmire and Monarchies of Mau core book PDFs half-off! https://www.drivethrurpg.com/rpg_teachkids.php

When I was at PAX Unplugged I sat down for an interview about art directing for TTRPGs in general, how I got started art directing for White Wolf, how art directing has changed since then, and specifically how I went about devising the look and feel and artistic style of Mage: The Ascension first edition and how the look evolved from edition to edition.

As is typical for me with interviews, I absolutely have no idea how it went. Like, did I talk too much, did I answer their questions at all interestingly, did I reveal too much? But I got a lot of really nice comments from folks about the Werewolf one, so hopefully this one sounds good to y’all. Thanks, Terry!http://magethepodcast.com/index.php/2019/12/14/mage-noir-with-matt-webb-and-the-art-of-mage-with-rich-thomas/

Lunars art by Gunship Revolution

Finally, we spent a lot of time setting up what everybody will be doing for the next couple of weeks, as today’s Monday Meeting was our last one for the year! From here until after New Years, we’re trying to give folks enough space to handle the holidays, while we still have projects rolling at full speed!

In fact, it’s not uncommon for freelancers – which is what the vast majority of our creators are – to use holidays to really dive into their freelance projects. Certainly, I always did that when I was freelance illustrating. Having a deadline is a great reason for ducking out on a long family event! (Not that I do that any more!)

But, never fear, true believers!

I’ll still be assembling the next two weeks’ Monday Meeting Notes with updates and Kickstarter news, and with some short year-end focused content! We just aren’t having the Monday Meetings those weeks.

And, of course, we hope all of you have happy holidays and plenty of time for playing in our:

Many Worlds, One Path!

BLURBS!

Kickstarter!

V5 Cults of the Blood Gods goes live at 2pm Eastern US time on Tuesday December 17th!

Onyx Path Media!

This Friday’s Onyx Pathcast Is our Holiday Special 1: Podbean Live Test Episode! Check it out direct on Podbean, or your favorite podcast venue! https://onyxpathcast.podbean.com/

Just because it’s the holiday season doesn’t mean we’re stopping with our gaming streams! This week we’ve got Vampire: The Masquerade, Trinity Continuum, Scarred Lands, Hunter: The Vigil, Changeling: The Dreaming, and Mage: The Awakening, and we’ll undoubtedly be dropping a surprise stream or two into the mix as well!

Subscribe to twitch.tv/theonyxpath to keep up with our streams as and when they happen!

As ever, we’ve got a lot of YouTube content coming up too. This week, expect to see an interview regarding Pugmire and Dystopia Rising: Evolution, actual plays of Changeling: The Lost and Aberrant, and a behind-the-screen special for Scion!

Subscribe to youtube.com/user/theonyxpath to catch up on all our content!

Matthew Dawkins – The Gentleman Gamer – continues with his Gentleman’s Guide to Scion over on his channel, and will be doing a few V5 Cults of the Blood Gods videos too!

Subscribe to him on youtube.com/user/clackclickbang right here!

Mage: The Podcast recently had occultist S Rune Emerson walk through the history of Tarot and the symbology of the Mage the Ascension Tarot: http://magethepodcast.com/index.php/…-rune-emerson/

A group of podcasters and Storyteller Vault writers are looking for input on what kind of publications and podcasts WoD and CoD fans would like to see in 2020. If you complete their survey, you can be entered into a drawing for a $200 DriveThruRPG gift card. The survey is available here: bit.ly/wodcodsurvey2019

Here’s Occultists Anonymous returning with two new episodes

Episode 64: Small Details As the cabal waits to hear back about a meeting with the Union, Atratus begins to research vampires, Wyrd develops her labyrinth, and Songbird makes a phone call. https://youtu.be/UoyrYH_PM3A

Episode 65: Ignorant Fools   The cabal take the lead in meeting with the Union on behalf of the Phantasm Society, and perhaps many other supernatural beings trying to lay low. https://youtu.be/8sTnubeBl44

Red Moon Roleplaying recently concluded their Mummy: The Curse actual play and are currently running a Changeling: The Lost chronicle!  You can subscribe to their YouTube channel here https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC1wvSKstApo9vYYq1wEDtmQ

Drop Matthew a message via the contact button on matthewdawkins.com if you have actual plays, reviews, or game overviews you want us to profile on the blog!

Please check any of these out and let us know if you find or produce any actual plays of our games!

Electronic Gaming!

As we find ways to enable our community to more easily play our games, the Onyx Dice Rolling App is live! Our dev team has been doing updates since we launched based on the excellent use-case comments by our community, and this thing is awesome! (Seriously, you need to roll 100 dice for Exalted? This app has you covered.)

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Now, we’ve added Changeling: The Lost 2nd Edition products to Studio2‘s store! See them here: https://studio2publishing.com/collections/all-products/changeling-the-lost

Scarred Lands (Pathfinder) books are also on sale at Studio2, and they have the 5e version, supplements, and dice as well!: https://studio2publishing.com/collections/scarred-lands

Scion 2e books and other products are available now at Studio2: https://studio2publishing.com/blogs/new-releases/scion-second-edition-book-one-origin-now-available-at-your-local-retailer-or-online

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And you can order Pugmire, Monarchies of Mau, Cavaliers of Mars, and Changeling: The Lost 2e at the same link! And NOW Scion Origin and Scion Hero are available to order!

As always, you can find Onyx Path’s titles at DriveThruRPG.com!

On Sale This Week!

This Wednesday, we are proud to announce the PDF and physical book PoD versions of the Aeon Aexpansion for Trinity Continuum: Aeon, a collection of additional material that came out of the Kickstarter, including:

Information about new noetic biotech, hardtech cyberware, military weapons, and other technologies of the early 22nd century.

Rules for creating and playing psiad and superior characters within the Trinity Continuum.

Rules for playing psions in the modern day setting of the Trinity Continuum Core Rulebook.

And more…

Plus we’re also releasing the Trinity Continuum Aeon Screen in PDF – all on DriveThruRPG

Conventions!

2020: Midwinter: January 9th – 12th, in Milwaukee, WI. Check out David Fuller’s Athens, Ohio Scion actual play tie-in adventure (soon to be coming to the Storypath Nexus community content site) that will be running at Midwinter. The event url is below: https://tabletop.events/conventions/midwinter-gaming-convention-2020/schedule/402

And now, the new project status updates!

DEVELOPMENT STATUS FROM EDDY WEBB (projects in bold have changed status since last week):

First Draft (The first phase of a project that is about the work being done by writers, not dev prep)

Exalted Essay Collection (Exalted)

N!ternational Wrestling Entertainment (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

Contagion Chronicle Ready-Made Characters (Chronicles of Darkness)

Trinity Continuum: Adventure! core (Trinity Continuum: Adventure!)

Duke Rollo fiction (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

TC: Aberrant Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

Redlines

Kith and Kin (Changeling: The Lost 2e)

Dragon-Blooded Novella #2 (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Many-Faced Strangers – Lunars Companion (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Second Draft

Player’s Guide to the Contagion Chronicle (Chronicles of Darkness)

M20 Victorian Mage (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

Exigents (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Crucible of Legends (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Development

Heirs to the Shogunate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

TC: Aberrant Reference Screen (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

Trinity Continuum Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum Core)

Monsters of the Deep (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

One Foot in the Grave Jumpstart (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2e)

Scion: Demigod (Scion 2nd Edition)

Tales of Aquatic Terror (They Came From Beneath the Sea!)

Across the Eight Directions (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Contagion Chronicle: Global Outbreaks (Chronicles of Darkness)

Contagion Chronicle Jumpstart (Chronicles of Darkness)

Manuscript Approval

Scion: Dragon (Scion 2nd Edition)

Masks of the Mythos (Scion 2nd Edition)

Titanomachy (Scion 2nd Edition)

Buried Bones: Creating in the Realms of Pugmire (Realms of Pugmire)

Post-Approval Development

Scion LARP Rules (Scion)

Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition core rulebook (Mummy: The Curse 2nd Edition)

Editing

Lunars: Fangs at the Gate (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Hunter: The Vigil 2e core (Hunter: The Vigil 2nd Edition)

Let the Streets Run Red (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Geist 2e Fiction Anthology (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition)

Dragon-Blooded Novella #1 (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Legendlore core book (Legendlore)

WoD Ghost Hunters (World of Darkness)

Mythical Denizens (Creatures of the World Bestiary) (Scion 2nd Edition)

Pirates of Pugmire KS-Added Adventure (Realms of Pugmire)

M20 The Technocracy Reloaded (Mage: the Ascension 20th Anniversary Edition)

Yugman’s Guide to Ghelspad (Scarred Lands)

Trinity Continuum: Aberrant core (Trinity Continuum: Aberrant)

Terra Firma (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Wraith20 Fiction Anthology (Wraith: The Oblivion 20th Anniversary Edition)

Deviant: The Renegades (Deviant: The Renegades)

Lunars Novella (Rosenberg) (Exalted 3rd Edition)

Post-Editing Development

TC: Aeon Ready-Made Characters (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Night Horrors: Nameless and Accursed (Mage: the Awakening Second Edition)

City of the Towered Tombs (Cavaliers of Mars)

W20 Shattered Dreams Gift Cards (Werewolf: The Apocalypse 20th)

TC: Aeon Jumpstart (Trinity Continuum: Aeon)

Vigil Watch (Scarred Lands)

Scion Companion: Mysteries of the World (Scion 2nd Edition)

Cults of the Blood Gods (Vampire: The Masquerade 5th Edition)

Indexing

ART DIRECTION FROM MIKE CHANEY!

In Art Direction

Contagion Chronicle

Trinity Continuum: Aberrant

Hunter: The Vigil 2e

Ex3 Lunars – Contracted.

TCfBtS!: Heroic Land Dwellers – LeBlanc working away.

Night Horrors: Nameless and Accursed – Contracted.

Ex3 Monthly Stuff

Cults of the Blood God (KS) – Ready for KS.

Mummy 2

City of the Towered Tombs

Let the Streets Run Red – Art notes and contracts finishing going out this week.

CtL Oak Ash and Thorn – Rich doing artnotes.

Scion Mythical Denizens – Finals coming in soon.

Deviant

Yugman’s Guide to Ghelspad – Totally contracted.

Vigil Watch – Wrapping up AD stuff this week.

Legendlore (KS)

Technocracy Reloaded (KS)

In Layout

Chicago Folio – On it.

Trinity Continuum Aeon: Distant Worlds – Haven’t forgotten it.

Pirates of Pugmire – With Aileen.

Proofing

Dark Eras 2 – Off to WW this week for approval.

Trinity Continuum Aeon Jumpstart

M20 Book of the Fallen – Getting it to PoD this week.

They Came from Beneath the Sea! – Approval needed, then Backer PDF out to backers.

VtR Spilled Blood

At Press

V5: Chicago – Shipping to the KS fulfillment shippers. PoD proofs ordered.

Aeon Aexpansion – PDF and PoD versions on sale on Weds at DTRPG!

Geist 2e (Geist: The Sin-Eaters 2nd Edition) – Being printed.

Geist 2e Screen – Being printed.

DR:E – Being printed.

DRE Screen – Being printed.

DR:E Threat Guide – Helnau’s Guide to Wasteland Beasties – PoD proof on the way.

Trinity RMCs

Tales of Good Dogs – PoD proof ordered.

Memento Mori – Backer PDF going out to backers soon.

Today’s Reason to Celebrate!

Today is the birthday of Wassily Kandinsky, a painter born in 1866 whose later paintings after WWI were completely abstract. Now most of our illustrations depict things rather than going for abstractions, but how they depict them stylistically, and why different people respond to the different approaches our illustrators use, is part of creating the moods inherent to our various game lines. There’s something else going on in our brains when we see art beyond just IDing that the piece looks like a thing, and Kandinsky was creating abstract art intended to evoke sound and meaning because he supposedly had a direct link to that part of the brain. According to popular thinking, he was one of those rare people who “hear color” and “see pictures” when he listening to music. There’s not really medical proof he indeed had synaesthesia, as it’s called, but he did recall hearing a strange hissing noise when mixing colours in his paintbox as a child, and later became an accomplished cello player, which he said represented one of the deepest blues of all instruments.