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Book Review The Hussar's Duty Griffin Brady #HistoricalFiction #WingedHussars #BlogTour #TheCoffeePotBookClub @griffbrady1588 @cathiedunn

FEATURED AUTHOR: GRIFFIN BRADY It is my pleasure to host Griffin Brady again as the featured author in The Coffee Pot Book Club Blog Tour that is being held between June 19th — June 30th, 2023. Griffin Brady is the author of the Historical Fiction novel, The Hussar's Duty (The Winged Warrior Series, Book 3), released by Trefoil Publishing on May 18th, 2023 (538 pages). I previously reviewed the first book in the series, The Heart of a Hussar, set during the 17th-century Polish-Muscovite war, a period with which I was not familiar. The first novel had everything I enjoyed reading in epic historical fiction — fully developed characters, adventure, romance, political intrigue, and world-building. The third book continues the rich tradition of the first book and motivates me to read the second book in the series, A Hussar's Promise. Below are highlights of The Hussar’s Duty, Griffin Brady's author bio, and my 5-star review of her novel.  Tour Schedule Page: https://thecoffeepotbookclub.blogspot.com/2023/04/blog-tour-hussars-duty-by-griffin-brady.html HIGHLIGHTS: THE HUSSAR'S DUTY The Hussar’s Duty (The Winged Warrior Series) by Griffin Brady Blurb: Poland’s most valiant winged hussar is called to fight in a campaign ripe for disaster. But he must also protect those he loves from jackals waiting to pounce. How does he choose between duty and devotion when death is on the line? When Sultan Osman II sends Poland's envoy packing, the Commonwealth must prepare for war against one of the largest armies the Ottomans have ever assembled. Tasked with repelling the invasion is Grand Hetman of the Crown Stanisław Żółkiewski, and he knows who to turn to: Jacek Dąbrowski, the Commonwealth’s most valiant Polish winged hussar. Jacek has been idle far too long, and the call to arms is a siren’s song he can’t resist. But he has built a life far from the battlefield with his wife, Oliwia, and their children. If he pursues his quest for glory, who will safeguard them? Oliwia knows her husband is restless. In fact, she’s been sending Jacek on cross-country errands for years in the hopes of quelling his lust for battle. When she realizes her efforts are futile, she resolves herself to letting him go—after hatching a scheme to accompany him. Honor. Obligation. Devotion. These forces push and pull Jacek in different directions. His country needs him, but so does his family. Where does his duty lie? His choice will cause catastrophic ripples no matter which path he follows … and could very well bring the loss of his loved ones or his life. Will the cost of defending king and country prove too steep for this warrior? This is a standalone continuation in The Winged Warrior Series. Buy Links: This title is available to read on #KindleUnlimited. Universal Link: https://readerlinks.com/l/3336453 Amazon US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0C2VZ2963/ Amazon UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0C2VZ2963/ Amazon AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0C2VZ2963/ Amazon CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0C2VZ2963/ AUTHOR BIO: GRIFFIN BRADY   Griffin Brady is an award-winning historical fiction author with a keen interest in the Polish Winged Hussars of the 16th and 17th centuries. She is a member of the Historical Novel Society and Rocky Mountain Fiction Writers. Her debut novel, The Heart of a Hussar, was a finalist for the 2021 Chaucer Early Historical Fiction Award and a 2021 Discovered Diamond. The proud mother of three grown sons, she lives in Colorado with her husband. She is also an award-winning bestselling romance author who writes under the pen name G.K. Brady. Social Media Links: Website: https://www.griffin-brady.com/historical-fiction/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/griffbrady1588 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorGriffinBrady Book Bub: https://www.bookbub.com/profile/griffin-brady Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/author/griffinbrady Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/20675881.Griffin_Brady BOOK REVIEW: THE HUSSAR'S DUTY Loyalties and honor are blurred in war-torn Poland in the historical fiction novel, The Hussar's Duty by Griffin Brady, as the Polish-Lithuanian Commonwealth prepares to fight Ottoman troops at the Battle of Cecora in 1620. Book 3 in the Winged Warrior series continues the saga of Jacek Dabrowski, an elite Hussar commander, and his wife, Oliwia, an heiress of the estates of her former husband. Although this is the 3rd book in the series, with sufficient backstories from Book 1 (The Heart of a Hussar) and Book 2 (A Hussar's Promise), it can be read as a standalone. However, it would be helpful to read the first two books to fully grasp Jacek and Oliwia's ordeals before marrying. Even though Jacek is in marital bliss raising Oliwia's son, fathered from her former husband, and their own two children, the estate is plagued with financial hardship. Another challenge is Oliwia's teenage brother's rebellion against training under the mentorship of Jacek. A soldier itching for action and glory, Jacek is pulled from a sense of duty to fight for his former seventy-year former commander, Stanisław Żółkiewski, in a possible confrontation with the Ottoman Empire. Like many disputes throughout history, the goal of protecting the ruler of the neighboring kingdom of Moldavia seems like a just cause. What Jacek does not expect are the divisive loyalties of mercenaries and magnates lacking in discipline and morale. His duty as a Hussar and his undying love for his family is tested in the hell of the Battle of Cecora. Author Griffin Brady has masterfully written a gripping family saga with strong elements of romance interwoven into action/adventure. It is a character-driven tale in which Oliwia and Jacek fundamentally change due to their life-threatening circumstances. The author's meticulous research is evidenced by her descriptive details of the Polish culture, political turmoil between the warring Polish Commonwealth and Ottoman Empire, and battle scenes. She stays true to actual events and terms used in the period. A glossary of terms and historical figures' backgrounds are bonuses at the back of the book. The tale starts slowly but sets the stage for the climactic battle steeped in action, unexpected twists, and heart-wrenching scenes in which you don't know who will survive. The tension becomes razor-sharp in the last half of the book when Jacek recognizes that everything he believes as an honorable warrior is turned on its head. Immoral mercenaries and wavering magnates fight for their self-interest. He questions the judgment of his aging commander, who leads them into a battle where they are outnumbered. The universal themes of duty vs. love, corrupt political power, sacrifice, and friendship are explored in this riveting story. It has a satisfying ending that will leave you pondering the justice of war. Readers who enjoy historical romantic adventure will become immersed in Jacek's struggle to balance love for his family and to seek glory and ambition in his duty as a Hussar to the sovereignty of Poland. Highly recommended. Instagram Handle: @thecoffeepotbookclub Read the full article

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These edits are based on my trefoiled stars au.

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The last is not canon in the au. It was my first edit before I changed the story.

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Ends and Starts (MCYT G/T Exchange!)

Hello there sizeshiftingdeath! I received your prompts for the gift exchange, and while I tried to start pretty close to your prompt, my ideas kind of spiraled out of control, I hope you don't mind ^^' I can make something else with another prompt if it doesn't fit what you were hoping for, though! There's also a little bit of extra information down the bottom with some stuff I thought of about the au I accidentally made.

Prompt given: ‘A human caught in the rain finds a giant in the forest’

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The world is pockmarked with evidence of the tragedies of the past. Of warped land that paints the horrors that befell things that came before. The living reminders of them continue to live on in perpetuity, as immortal creatures that were wreathed in the horrors that life on Earth had endured in the past. 

Bask in their horrible might.

There is the Death from Burning and Fire and Falling from the Sky and Cold Choking Death, the End of the Cretaceous. A massive beast, the bloody end of an era of enormous fauna. A destruction made all the more powerful by how quickly it was achieved. It stalks the land and sea and, where it steps, the plants die of lack of sunlight and the ground turns to tar.

There is the Death from Ever Hunting and Chasing and Too Warm Too Bright - Tech, the man-shaped leviathan, death in the shape of something familiar to mankind, the Killer of the Pleistocene. The death of great megafauna in an icy world from the encroaching warmth of a new era, the sharp point of a spear. It hunts the world with spears and arrows of fire and, in the depths of its nest, all water has turned to vapor and the earth itself has become a wasteland. 

There is the Death of Falling Frozen Seas, of a primordial sea strangled to death under a glacier lock, Her Lady of the primaeval oceans, the Death of the Ordovician. The tail-end of an explosion of life, stretched too far by their own hubris. And yet, despite being a beast with a hundred trilobite and eurypterid faces, one that has a herald in the form of a human by Her side, for reasons that have yet to become known. Maybe, just like every other esoteric thing that such beasts may do, it shall remain a mystery forever.

Look and see. A new immortal is emerging from its eggshell of tragedy. The unstoppable bomb and burning oilfield. The death through hubris and a slow choking unraveling of your very being. The death of man from crackling radiation and tainted iridescent-film water and ash filled smoke. The destruction of the Anthropocene.

Except. This is a creature who was born prematurely. Because man is not dead nor feeling its own final throes. It was not born wreathed in the screams of the damned, only the fears held in the hearts of the still-living. It is naïve and curious and did not yet have the star of a hundred million species’ souls to power it yet. It was stunted.

And that is why the first human the newest apocalypse met was so important.

  …

  The forests are deep and dark. Quiet yet shivering with life. Constantly moving and yet trapped in some space between time. Most of all, they expected nothing more from you than for your own two legs to be able to travel. Ranboo liked that. 

It certainly was nicer than what he had to deal with outside of the forest at least. Here he could continue walking and listening and breathing for as long as he still could move forward. This forest in particular was a favorite, with a constant twilight quality to it that played into its timelessness. 

He stumbled over a log, slipping slightly on the slick moss, and focused as strongly as he could on his surroundings. It was hard when he could so quickly slip into his thoughts. He needed to enjoy his surroundings. He needed to stay in the present and not phase out like fog.

Ironically, it was his attempts to ground himself that prevented him from noticing what was slowly growing more wrong in the forest around him. The scent of ash in the air. The lack of birdsong or rustle of leaves. The trees, growing darker and more burnt-looking, and the dead logs that were bristling with fungi.

But when he stepped out into a clearing with an enormous rock embedded into the middle of it, Ranboo really couldn’t help but realize all of the discrepancies. The illusion of an eternal twilight had been broken with the red light that streamed down. The ground was distressingly clear of ground cover, instead dusted with ash. 

Forest fire? He hadn’t heard of any in the area but… What else would it be?

Ranboo looked up at the sun, which had meandered towards the west since he had entered the forest. There were dark clouds gathering above him in worrying amounts, and the air was a little hard to see through with the particles suspended in it. He frowned at it. 

Something was wrong here, he could sense it in a deeply animalistic kind of way. As if there was something screaming in his hindbrain to run.

He didn’t run. This was the forest that he has walked a hundred times before, when did this happen? Why had this happened? He needed to find out.

Overhead, thunder rumbled. A droplet of curiously dark water fell on his face.

Ranboo stepped towards the other side of the forest clearing that should not have been there.

And that's when a living embodiment of a mass extinction came shambling out of the ashen trees.

  Ranboo didn’t know which detail he noticed first about this rogue apocalypse beast. Was it the limp brown hair that was almost black with iridescent oil slick? Was it the enormous horns that curled jutting from its face and looked more like scrap metal than keratin? Was it the uranium-glass green stripes that criss-crossed like cracks in ceramic along it’s skin? 

Or was it the fact that this one was shaped like a man? 

The apocalypse beasts always most resembled the myriad that had died in their creation. The death of the Ice Age looks vaguely like a man,  if squinted at, mostly because so many cousins to humanity had died in its formation. It was more like an enormous boar-beast on two legs that had the arms of a man, if anything. This one did not look remotely like the death of the Ice Age. 

Ranboo took a flying leap from horror and realization to hysteria. This is the death of humans. The death by nuclear bombs and smoke and oil. The fabled next apocalypse beast, the bringer of the end of the world, was already here.

For a moment of absolute blinding terror he wondered if this meant that all other humans on Earth were dead now. That today was the day the entirety of humanity died, leaving just him wandering the forest endlessly. That nuclear armageddon occurred and he was out there worried about keeping himself grounded enough to admire the birds.

The beast - and he was never in doubt that this was an apocalypse beast, even if he had never seen any of the others in person before something shook like a leaf in his soul simply from being near it - loomed over him. It watched him like a bug under a glass with nuclear hazard yellow-and-black eyes, and the spell of frozen muscles snapped in Ranboo. He bolted towards the boulder in the middle of the clearing and pushed his way into a space between it and a smaller boulder at its base, scrambling to find a smaller crack to squeeze himself into to just get himself out of reach of the beast, of the black water, of everything.

He could hear a rasping, clicking-crackling sound. (A Geiger Counter.) He could see glowing green-striped fingers reach under the edges of the rock he had wedged himself under. Could see, in the sickly chartreuse light they cast, fingernails larger than his head catch the rock. Felt the weight of the boulder lift from his back. 

Ranboo was left crouching and shaking, so scared he couldn't breathe (or maybe it was the ash or the slimy water that couldn’t be rain), as the apocalypse beast crouched down further. It crackled and clicked with a mouth that seemed all too human to be able to make those noises, and then it. Crooned? With a voice that was more like a siren shriek turned down, weirdly echoey as if speaking from far away, it clicked and whined and Ranboo was so confused he didn’t even see the hand reach down and pick him up by the back of his shirt.

He screamed and flailed, imagination jumping into overdrive about what horrifying things the beast could do, and just as quickly, he was dropped with a whoomph to the ground and the death of Mankind jerked back. Ranboo gasped and sputtered as half of face got thoroughly soaked with ash-water mud, and hoisted himself up again to get away from the apocalypse beast.

Who was crouching over him, luminous trefoil eyes barely a foot away from his own, still crooning that awful siren tone. From this close Ranboo could faintly see radiation burns pockmarking its skin, and a horrible scar of curled and ridged skin along its face, as if it was victim to a close-range bomb explosion. 

It tilted its head, leaning a tiny bit closer, and Ranboo threw his arms up to cover his face. God, it itched where the ash water had splashed on him. Why was it itching so much?

The death of Mankind stopped again, looking up into the sky and then down at Ranboo again. It seemed to come to a conclusion, because it then slowly - oh so slowly, why was it being careful? - cupped its hands out in front of it and held them out to him.

It… Wanted him to climb on. Into the grasp of a literal specter of death specifically designed with the destruction of his own species in mind.

Ranboo, in a moment of blind panic and stupidity, climbed on. It looked polite, he reasoned. He was already going to die just from being close to this thing. 

It continued to… yes, it definitely was cooing now, in that horrifying voice, and for a moment Ranboo wondered if maybe he misinterpreted. Maybe this thing wasn’t meant to represent the nuclear apocalypse.

His eye had started to itch where the water touched it. He rocked himself in the grasp of this giant, feeling footholds in the craggy radiation-worn skin, and felt the side of his face. 

The moment e touched it, a white-hot flash of horrible burning pain hit him like a truck, knocking him into a stupor of yelling. It was as if his face was burning, was twisting and gnarling just as much as the apocalypse beast’s horns did. Under his hand, stiff with pain and unable to move away, he could feel skin slough off, could feel the cells themselves die off in droves, in response to whatever radiation or toxin was in the ash-water. 

He couldn’t even register the sensation of fingers larger than his torso curling around him and holding him steady, of him being pressed up against a vast chest that beat unsteadily like a stuck clock, of the vast thumps of footfalls against a diseased forest floor.

All he could feel is pain, burning coiling tunneling pain that tried to tear out his face, his hands, his neck, burning him bright and radiant like a star. 

  …

  The creature was screaming in its hands. It hadn’t stopped screaming for a long time. 

It was small and writhing and melting. Creatures usually didn’t like melting. 

The death of Humanity wasn’t sure how to make it stop. It had dashed out of the black-rain (that seemed to make the melting worse, maybe it’ll stop once it’s out of the rain?) to its home cave, hoping that perhaps it could figure something out in the comfort of its own home. 

The creature’s screams had died down, though whether it was from its pain being alleviated or their voice giving out, the death of Humanity couldn’t tell. All it could tell was that it wasn’t getting up, wasn’t looking at it with those wide curious scared-but-interested eyes. 

Most animals ran from the death of Humanity. Land-creatures would yell in fear and flee, birds would rise up into the sky in huge swarms only to be struck down by the black-rain. Even insects would twitch and die when they got near, which led so many to flee this part of the forest entirely. It was a lonely existence. But this human hadn’t run like the other animals had. It had hid, yes, but it had viewed the death of Humanity in all of its glory and it almost, almost, was ok with it being picked up. 

And then something had happened and now the human was dying just like all of the other animals and the Nuclear Apocalypse didn’t know what to do.

Be well. Be alright. Be just like you were before, it thought, delicately laying the twitching human on the ground out of reach of the dripping black-water puddles, in a nest of dried grasses and leaves that had swept into the cave over the years. It prodded the human with a finger, whining softly when all it did was spasm like a dying insect. It wasn’t dying, right? It was just hurt? It couldn’t be hurt, the death of Humanity wouldn’t allow it. Not when it was so curious and didn’t flee like the others. Not when the death of Humanity had a chance to learn from it. Even now, writhing in its palm, it could feel the frantic beating of life and warmth, things it had so rarely seen before.

You will be well. You must be well. I will make you well.

  ...

  When he came to, it was to complete darkness.

Well, no. Not totally. There was a faint glimmer of far away light somewhere to his left. A shuffling shadow, a faint sickly green glow.

His right was totally dark though, and he couldn’t quite open his eye. He almost brought his hand up to touch it before violently flinching as he remembered what had landed him here in the first place. Would it start burning and melting horribly like it did before? That he was even awake to wonder that is a miracle in of itself... Or the start of the second round of his torture.

Horrible curiosity pushed him to touch, as lightly as possible, the skin on his right cheek. It… He couldn’t feel it. Or rather, he could feel the sandpaper surface of extremely rough skin, but he couldn't feel the pressure, the burning bright pain. The entire area was dead to the touch.

Ranboo threw himself as upright as he could make himself, which ended up only being a half kneel before falling back over into a sit. His breath hitched and he felt his face more firmly, the rough scratchy surface of skin that splattered like paint over the right side of his face, over his eye, down his neck and onto his arm. The muted tingling where it met smoother skin along his shoulder and the bridge of his nose. In an act of desperation he even poked at his eyelid, trying to pry it open to see if he could ever see from that eye again. 

His hand passed in front of his working eye in that moment, and at this point his focus had sharpened enough to make out vague colors in the dim light. His hand… It was a black far darker than any human could naturally produce, with a grey-green cast that made him look sickly. 

I feel sickly, he reasoned to himself. What is going on? He waved his hand a little frantically, as if the new midnight shade was something that was just stuck to his skin. Desperately he held up his other (totally numb to the touch) hand, hoping it hadn’t changed too.

Well, good news - it wasn’t midnight black.

Bad news - it was a shade so pale that it looked totally devoid of blood. And the raspy surface he could feel didn’t look any prettier to the eye. It didn’t have that same grey-green tint to it though, which was nice, because it would’ve shown up really well on this pure white canvas.

Why was he even thinking about looks right now? He was in the den of an Apocalypse Beast Ranboo get your head together! This was absolutely not the right time to space out - he needed to stay in the moment!

His hands were shaking uncontrollably as he tried to get himself upright. He had only just gotten himself steady when he felt the rattle of large footsteps shake through the ground. Before Ranboo could even think to run though, the shadows out of the corner of his eyes resolved into the beast, which made its way all too quickly towards him. 

He couldn’t run if he wanted to. And besides, the damage done to him would probably kill him. He was on borrowed time as is. What did he have left to do but to see what the beast did?

It slowed as it came closer, reaching out a vast clawed hand towards him. Despite his resignation towards his fate, Ranboo flinched back as it came way too close way too fast. A movement that the beast obviously didn't notice or interpret or care about, because he was scooped up into its palm without a moment's hesitation. 

“No!” He yelled, wriggling and pushing away from the cage of fingers around him. The beast paused in bringing him up to its face, and if Ranboo was being generous he could call the look on its face a frown. 

In less than a blink the face of the beast was so close way too close and he almost punched it (for all the help that would do) out of reflex. It blinked at him with those lucent yellow-black eyes, laser sharp in their focus upon him. He felt for all the world like an ant being peered at through a magnifying glass. Maybe he’ll be fried like one too. 

“What do you want with me?” He asked, voice cracking in fear. “What is it you want?” 

It didn’t answer in that siren tone again, but instead shifted its weight to the side and turned its palms so that Ranboo was standing squarely in one of them. The other was drawn up and one sharp-clawed finger was pointed at Ranboo. Or, well. The side of Ranboo’s face that he couldn’t see from just yet. 

He trembled with the anticipation of the jagged nail at the end of the beast’s outstretched finger spearing forward. But all it did was touch, very gently, under the damaged eye. The beast frowned even more. 

Then it jabbed at him, hard enough to bruise but not much else, directly into Ranboo’s damaged eye. He yelped and jumped away, tumbling off his feet in the cup of the beast’s fingers and slapped a numb hand over numb face. Even if he couldn’t feel the area, it still surprised him enough to believe for a moment he could sense it again. Except… was that still his imagination? The eye under his pale skin was starting to itch and water, the first sensation he felt from it since he had woken up, and with a gasp he was able to open his eye. 

Fuzz. That’s all he could see from that eye. The beast leaned forward and poked at his face again, softer this time, and when he opened his eye again the world had snapped into focus, tinged with red around the edges. He blinked a few times, and felt a trail of something wet leak from that eye onto his cheek.

What had happened? “You… You healed me?” He asked up at it. It was still frowning even as he had two working eyes again, and muttered softly in a voice that sounded like something crumbling into splinters. Then it poked him for a third time, this time on the shoulder, and Ranboo held back a yell of pain as the area lit up in a blaze of sensation that felt like liquid fire. As he watched, the black skin around the edges of the wound cracked and veins of bright green glowed beneath.

Just… Like… The beast…

Oh no.

The pain of his nerves coming back to life was nothing when compared to the cold horror that had bubbled into his stomach. There was a single case of a human managing to gain immortality as a result of an apocalypse beast. One of the first beasts, Her Lady of the Primordial Sea, the beast of the Ordivician extinction, had taken pity upon an ancient human who was trapped in the glacial ices that herald her path across the Earth, and had gifted it with immortality and a pair of wings that made him as beastly as the Lady he served.

Nobody knew exactly why the Angel of the Deaths had been spared, and why not a single human had ever had that happen before or since. All that was really known about him was his violence, and that he had an uncanny ability to be where an apocalypse beast would be travelling to next. He was just as inhuman and alien as the beasts themselves, if in a smaller form.

It had only ever happened once. Until now, obviously.

Ranboo stared at his white hand, prickling with waking nerves under the surface and twisting with green strands that trailed under his skin like angry snakes, and knew that he was a monster now. Somehow, it was freeing. Like he finally got an answer to a question he had asked over and over. Why him, why now, why is he still alive, why is he not afraid enough…

He stared back up at the apocalypse beast and it blinked down at him. It was no longer frowning, only looking thoughtfully now. “You’re not going to hurt me.” It wasn’t a question.

It reached a hand back up, maybe to poke him again, but this time rubbed his hair very lightly. He did not flinch this time, steeling up his willpower to allow this touch (It won’t hurt him. He needs to keep repeating it until it is true. It won’t hurt him. He was its now it wouldn’t hurt him).

It made that soft crooning noise again, like it had before lifting the rock he had been hiding under, and despite it being underlaid with sounds specifically designed to inspire fear in humans, he could find himself getting used to it. (Would have to. He’s an abomination now after all. The second angel.)

“You’re not so bad, are you…” He slowly pushed himself to his feet, flexing his newly sensated hand carefully. “I still don’t know what you are or why you are here now but…”

The beast tipped its head curiously and warbled exactly the same words back at Ranboo. He froze, because it was so much like his own voice except under deep layers of static, before shaking his head. Best get introductions out of the way - this creature was obviously smart. It was the death of Humanity after all.

He pointed to his chest. “Ranboo.” He gave it a few pokes for emphasis, and the beast poked him too before mimicking his name. He wasn’t entirely sure it actually got what that meant but, well. Baby steps. 

Then he pointed at it. It blinked a few times (and Ranboo really couldn’t help but anthropomorphize its reactions - this thing was just too uncannily human to not) and chirped out another ‘Ranboo.’ He gestured more firmly, pointing at the beast. 

It continued to look with (probably) bafflement for a few moments, before letting loose a cacophony of sounds that sent Ranboo’s hands slapping over his ears. It was all of the sounds of falling trees, of squawking birds, of the blazing sun and frigid cold and most of all the explosive fire and cold falling ash-water and death from sickness. It was everything and more that wrapped up the death of Humanity in a nutshell. 

Ranboo blinked. That might take a while to learn how to pronounce.

  He decided to call it Tubbo for short. 

<End> There we have it! I hope that you enjoyed this - I hope it didn't betray too much how much stuff like this interests me and that this was potentially also 3000 words of me nerding out about mass extinctions.

Anyways, here's some details I had added but had no way of explaining naturally within the story that i was a little proud of ^^'

The Anthropocene apocalypse beast is also called the unstoppable bomb and burning oilfield. Shortened to TUBBO. Ha.

There’s 7, now 8 apocalypse beasts (Great Oxidation Event, Ordovician, Devonian, Permian, Triassic, Cretaceous, Pleistocene, and now Anthropocene). I originally intended there to just be 5 (for the big five mass extinctions) and then a 6th Anthropocene apocalypse beast, but then I thought I really should add in the great oxidation event that almost caused extinction of all non-oxygen breathing creatures on a very early earth, and the death of most megafauna in the Pleistocene era. 

Society is way different with these living eldritch abominations just shambling across the globe, causing a trail of destruction behind them. A lot less large cities, for one.

The Ordovician apocalypse beast is Kristin, yes. She’s uplifted Phil into something similar to what Ranboo is now. I kinda want to think more about her and her story with Phil.

The Pleistocene apocalypse beast is Techno. Idk why I chose to do that but it seemed to fit. Especially since the leading theory on Pleistocene megafauna death is humans hunting them, which I think fits Techno pretty well

The rain is black rain - rain full of radioactive fallout. Bad Stuff, definitely not what you should seek out if you want to keep your body in working order.

I kept referring to sirens in Tubbo’s speech. Just imagine every emergency warning broadcast sound except even more terrifying 

So Ranboo’s skin is majorly fucked up. For one, he’s suffered major radiation damage to the side that is now white (healed over brand new skin). The black half is much more interesting though. Did you know there are types of fungi that can feed off of nuclear radiation? They protect themselves from the effects by secreting a LOAD of melanin, making them extremely dark. Anything that wasn’t newly healed on Ranboo had now become akin to those fungi now. Feeding rather than harmed by the nuclear radiation Tubbo naturally puts off. Perfect for a newborn Angel of the deaths.

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Thank you so much for this story submission!! I really love this idea and how well you wrote it! this is so amazing! ❤❤❤❤❤❤❤❤

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-Terence Wright (deceased)

-Neela

Nicholas and Alexandra (1971):

-Rebeca Rosenfeld 

-Noemi Rosenfeld

-Liliah Rosenfeld

-Abner Rosenfeld

-Sarah Rosenfeld (deceased)

-Aunt Masha

-Sofia Yakovlev

-Benjamin Mendel

-Ivan Petrovich Voynitsky

-Hannah Ginzburg Voynitsky

-Esther Ginzburg Voynitsky

-Liev Rosenfeld Yakovlev

-Leah Rosenfeld Yakovlev

-Rosa Mendel

-Comrade Supervisor Medvedenko

Mystery and Imagination: Frankenstein (1968):

-Olívia DuBois

-Evangeline DuBois

-Raymond DuBois

The Lord of The Rings (1981):

-Dandelion Trefoil

-Tulip Merryweather

-Willow Dew

-Marin, Daughter of Dwalin

Cross of Iron (1977):

-Tania Zielinski

-Anton Zielinski

-Mona Kiesel

-Aurore Zielinski Kiesel

COLLABORATIONS WITH: @amalthea9

Greystoke: The Legend of Tarzan, Lord of The Apes:

-Viola

The Wars of The Roses (1965):

-Lady Lenora Tyrell

Royal Shakespeare Company AU:

-Mandy McCrimon

-Emily Munroe

Robin Hood AU:

-Lady Anne

-Sara

Frankenstein (1984):

-Muriel

The Island (1980):

-Elinor Robinson

-Alexander Ulysses Nau

-Miranda Nau

-Nadia

-Hector

@dci-softy-edgelord @mademoiselle-princesse @superkingofpriderock @lioness--hart @amalthea9 @princesssarisa @anne-white-star @hmmm-what-am-i-doing @mysticaltimemachinewench

[tsukishima-tadashi]

Haikyuu/Persona AU Masterpost

My original notes for this Unnecessary Wankery are a mess as evidenced by the fact that it took me forever to dig up the posts I needed to make this post

So I am making this post. So I can shove the link somewhere where I won’t lose it.

I might also be hoping to take advantage of the fact that I am now seeing Haikyuu blogs post Persona as a result of P5 to rope them both into this au and also, the Persona fandom itself

Anyways:

Karasuno uses Norse themed personae. Why? Odin had some pet ravens and that’s really all I’ve got.

Aoba Johsai has personae themed off of flower language, except for oikawa, who has Narcissus. (Listen, you try finding something better of Seijoh! I can’t exactly name them after famous gardeners. I mean, I could, but I can’t think of anything more boring. Harvest gods could work I guess but eh. They don’t really get much character?) 

Nekoma (and Nohebi) have Egyptian personae. Why? Because when you think of Egypt, you think of cats.

Fukurodani has Greek personae, solely because they are the only group directly working for the Shadow Operatives. 

Date Tech is based off of historical figures from China. Cause. The Great Wall of China.

Johzenji is assorted revelry gods from various cultures.

Shiratorizawa’s personas are prominent figures from the Achaemenid Empire of ancient Persia, given that it was the largest empire of ancient history and  had an eagle on it’s standard.

The coaches and Takeda are actually deities that are using human forms. Takeda explains this as them having taken the form of humans who once embodied the same traits they as deities do.

Anyways, the individual personae + arcana of the characters under here:

KARASUNO

Takeda IS Freyja - representing the collective human desire to find what is missing. 

Daichi - Odin - The Emperor

Sugawara - Frigg - The Empress (Navigator)

Asahi - Thor - Strength (or maybe the Hanged Man?)

Kiyoko - Hnoss - The Priestess

Tanaka - Freki - The Chariot

Noya - Geri - The Chariot

Ennoshita - Vithar - The Hanged Man? Death? Strength?

Kinoshita - Mothi - The Magician

Narita - Magni - I got no clue my man

Hinata - Alsvior - The Sun (ultimate persona: Sol)

Kageyama - Arvakr - The Tower (ultimate persona: Jorth? Nott?) (has both battle and navigational abilities)

Yamaguchi - Munin - The Star (ultimate persona: Aurvandil)

Tsukishima - Hugin - The Moon (ultimate persona: Mani)

Yachi - Eir - The Lovers (Navigator)

Saeko - Kara - The Chariot

(non active users:)

Akiteru - Baldr - The Moon (or maybe Temperance?)

The Little Giant - Ullr - The World?

Ukai - Oor - Death

Notes: 

Odin - All-Father of the nordic gods slash god of lots of fancy stuff blah blah

Frigg - ODin’s wife, has the power of prophecy

Thor - y’all know who thor is get the hell outta here

Freki and Geri are two wolves that guard Odin

Hugin and Munin are the ravens I mentioned earlier, who travel the world to gather information and news for Odin. It’s said that Odin worries for them both, but worries for Munin more. 

Eir and Kara are both Valkyries - Eir was associated with medicine, while Kara would choose who would die. 

Vithar/Vidar, Mothi, and Magni are all sons of Odin. Vithar is notably the one to avenge Odin after he loses to Fenrir, which I felt fit the “next captain” bit for whatever reason.

Alsvior (”very quick”) and Arvakr (”early awake”) were the horses that pulled the chariot of the sun. 

Hnoss was supposed to be so beautiful that the norse word for treasure came from her. 

Ullr is associated with glory.

Baldr’s death is pretty much the death of innocence, which, yeah.

Oor is Freyja’s husband, who she is constantly searching for because he ran away or something.

Sol = personification of the Sun, Mani = personification of the moon, Aurvandil is likely the personification of a star or the morning star, Jorth = earth and Nott = night.

Everything else explains itself, yeah?

AOBA JOHSAI

Oikawa - Narcissus - The Magician (has both battle and navigational abilities)

Iwaizumi - Galega - Judgement

Hanamaki - Sparaxis - ?

Matsukawa - Saffron (Crocus) - ?

Yahaba - Blue Bell - The Empress (Navigator)

Kyoutani - Aconite - The Emperor

Watari - Cress - ?

Kindaichi - Trefoil - The Chariot

Kunimi - Azalea - Temperance

I haven’t decided on deities for the coaches yet. 

Narcissus - greek myth said to have fallen in love with his own reflection and drowned, becoming a flower after his death

Galega means “reason”. Oikawa is his reason for fighting, Iwaizumi was once his, and now Iwaizumi is trying to make Oikawa see reason.

Sparaxis, also referred to as harlequin, means “laugh at trouble”. 

Saffron crocus means “mirth”

Blue Bells are associated with humility, gratitude, constancy, and fairies.

Aconite, also referred to as wolf’s bane, means misanthropy.

Cress = stability.

Trefoil = revenge.

Azalea in japanese flower language, hanakotoba, means patient. 

NEKOMA

Kuroo - Horus - The Sun

Kai - Shu - The Hierophant (or maybe Temperance?)

Yaku - Bastet - I CAN’T DECIDE ON THE EMPRESS OR THE EMPEROR

Kenma - Medjed - The Hermit (Navigator)

Fukunaga - Gengen-Wer - The Moon?

Yamamoto - Mafdet - Strength 

Inuoka - Maahes - The Sun

Shibayama - Bes - The Star

Lev - Sekhmet - The Magician

Alisa - Hathor - M8 I literally included her because the connection with Hathor and Sekhmet was too good to pass up don’t push me

Nekomata is Ra, and Other Nekoma Coach is Amun. They represent the human desire for the power to preserve and protect that which is dear.

Horus = god of the sky and king of Egypt 

Shu was the personification of air and seen as a calming force

Bastet = protector goddess (started out as a war goddess, Bast, but later became the protector goddess named Bastet, after her similarities to Sekhmet resulted in a need to differentiate them) 

Medjed = obscure deity from the Book of the Dead who “shoots with his eye, yet is unseen”

Gengen-Wer = a god in the form of a goose associated with artistic expression and said to be sensitive. And in some recent novels he was portrayed as senile.

Mafdet - protector goddess, particularly against SNAKES.

Maahes - a god of war

Bes - dwarf sized protector god (particularly of family/children). again, particularly against snakes. Egyptians really didn’t like snakes.

Sekhmet - goddess of war

NOHEBI

Daishou - Apep - The Devil

Takachiha - Babi

Kazuma - Shezmu

Hiroo - Nehebkau

Sakijima - Kauket

Akama - Taweret

Seguro - Meretseger

Kuguri - Kherty

don’t. don’t ask me their arcana. 

Coach Oomizuki  is the human form of Shai, the Egyptian god of fate. Here, he represents the human fear that what you want isn’t meant to be.

DATE TECH

Coach Oiwake is a deity bearing the name of Qin Shi Huang, the emperor who first ordered the construction of the wall, and Futakuchi and Aone’s personas are Prince Fusu and General Meng Tian (respectively), the two people who oversaw the construction of the wall for him.

Coach Oiwake - Qin Shi Huang

Moniwa - Zhou Tong

Sasaya - Wang Jian

Kamisaki - Gao Su

Aone - Meng Tian

Futakuchi - Fusu

Obara - Zhang Han

Onagawa - Li Guang

Fukiage - Han Xin

Sakunami - Han Shizhong

Kogane - Wumu

Nametsu (Manager) - Huang Guigu

FUKURODANI

Bokuto - Icarus* - Temperance Akaashi - Initial: Minerva | Evolved: Alcestis - Temperance Konoha - Theseus Sarukui -  Melanippus Komi - Hector Washio - Memnon Onaga - Antaeus Shirofuku - Atlanta Suzumeda - Iphigenia

*While better known as a warning on hubris, Icarus was also warned to not fly too low. Since highs and lows are kind of Bokuto’s thing… yeah.

Alcestis only fits Akaashi in this au given his motivations and backstory. If not for that he’d probably be fine with just Minerva.

JOHZENJI

Coach Anabara is the human form of the manifestation of the human ideal of contentment -  Hotei.

Terushima - Bacchus - The Devil/The Sun

Bobata - Silenus

Futamata - Raugupatis

Higashiyama - Soma

Numajiri - Rudegast

Izaka - Sucellus

Tsuchiya - Liber

Hana - Ninkasi

Runa - Mbaba Mwana Waresa

SHIRATORIZAWA

Coach Washijou is the human form of Achaemenes, the (possibly mythological) ancestor of the empire’s royal family. In this AU, he’s the corrupted manifestation of humanity’s fixation on insurmountable obstacles OR the human desire to eliminate threats to their ideals. 

Ushijima - Cyrus the Great - Judgement

Tendou - Tissapherenes - The Devil

Leon - Ariabignes

Semi - Gaumata

Shirabu - Darius

Goshiki - Cambyses - The Chariot 

Yamagata - Zapyrus

Kawanishi - Pherendatis

[awesomenicerus-blog]

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[celestialsandtitans]

Doodles of child of chaos and heavy metal lover monster princess. Plus King 🌟♣️👑

[celestialsandtitans]

I should make a post about what the “Owl house game” are like in my toh aus.

[celestialsandtitans]

Toh aus masterlist (OLD)

Note: Still WIP

This list is for info my toh aus and easy to find any post I made of them.

Feel free to ask any questions of them.

♣️ Trefoiled Stars 🌟

What if Meteora and The Collector were once playmates back when Meteora lived in St. Olga's.

Full info

🌫️ Fog in the stars ⭐️

So what if Hunter and Philip were taken by the Entity During the day of unity.

But, at the every last moment, the Collector got between them and was taken as well.

✨Glittering Chaos✨

In glittering chaos, Collector and King end up in Perim after following some witches through a portal.

They arrived on the witche's isles in the world of Perim (there's two of them), were they met other witches.

They learn couldn't return to the demon realm until the next lunar eclipse in two months.

They meet Astra, a starling who's curious about their arrivals. She willing to guide them around the isles to help them settle in until they can return home.

With the help with the grand witches of the Isles and Astra, help them found a place to stay on the isles.

Now King not only has to survive in this new world but also most keep Collector from causing chaos in the world of Perim and its inhabitants.

[celestialsandtitans]

When I was writing the basic info on Trefoiled Stars, I came to a realization: Collector and Meteora came from different universes with their own timelines that are extremely different. Meteora was born 300 years ago while Collector been around way more than that. So I gave up a solution to this continuity problem: Star’s time meddling and Father Time.

SVTFOE’s universe was created long before TOH’s universe (1 million years or so to be specific). Both universe’s time flows at the same rate. Until certain “magical girl from a another dimension”  stops time in their universe, so her best friend at the time won’t be late to nod at their crush at their school.  Than said two went to find Father Time and put him back in the Wheel of Progress to move time again. However, they felt bad for him because he done nothing but run on the Wheel of Progress through out his existence. So, they created a carriage pulled by giant time hamsters to move the wheel.

Because of his newfound freedom, Father Time frequently stops to play or explore his surroundings. His frequently stoping time in SVTFOE’s universe, allows TOH’s universe to catch up to have its time to be parallel with SVTFOE’s universe time, up until the events of Cleaved.

The years that Trefoiled stars will take place in both universes are 2024 in SVTFOE’s while TOH’s is 2018.

✨Feel free to ask questions.✨

[celestialsandtitans]

Trefoiled Stars: svtfoe x toh au

What if Meteora and The Collector were once playmates back when Meteora lived in St. Olga's.

The two met when Collector was traveling between dimensions and stumble across Heinous (Meteora). The two became friends behind Heinous’s “mother” (St. Olga) back. As time goes on, Collector started calling Heinous Mimi. When she asked them why they calls her that. He told her it means “rebellious”; the name fits her because she’s supposed to be “mommie’s perfect daughter.”

Collector decided one day to take Heinous to visit one of their favorite dimensions to play in. Heinous agrees to go as long they ain't gone for too long. However, after too much fun with their games, Collector took Heinous to another dimension to have more fun in. Than another, another and until losing counting, Heinous don’t care anymore about going back to “mother.”

Eventually, Collector takes Heinous, now prefers Mimi, to the Demon Realm. There, Collector takes Mimi to meet his “other friends”, the titan trappers. The two arrived to Titan Trapper Island, were the witches were preparing for the *Blue Blood Moon Jamboree; an lunar event that occurs every 500-ish years were those who dance under the light of the blue blood moon might be chosen to have their souls to be bound together for eternity. Upon seeing their arrival of their “Grand Huntsman”, the trappers were thrilled and honor to have their god in their presence. The elder, Spinel, believed that Collector has come to take part of the jamboree and choose someone to be their bound. In actuality, he wanted Mimi just to meet his other friends and than go somewhere else afterwards. However, Collector was intrigued about the whole “moon bound” thing, so they and Mimi stayed for the BBMJ.

The following night, the trappers watch with ecstatic excitement as the the moon’s light change from its crimson red to a deep blue. Slowly, the moon begins to cast it’s light upon the demon realm and it’s inhabitants. The trappers wait to see whom that their “Grand Huntsman” choose to dance with. To their surprise, Collector grabs Mimi’s hand and they begin to dance together. The trappers were either amazed or envious towards Mimi being chosen. But, the trappers, even the elder, they accepted this is the will of the “Grand Huntsman.”

As they and the trappers danced, the light of the moon forms spotlights from above. Collector eagerly waits for one of the spotlights to cast over them. As the evening went on, Collector because more anxious as the moon slowly returns back to its crimson red. Not even one of the spotlights even went near the island.

As the evening went on, Collector because more anxious and irritated as the moon slowly returns back to its crimson red. As if it seems that Collector was about to flip the entire island, a small, but bright, spotlights cast upon them and Mimi. Collector was full of glee while Mimi was amazed. The two felt a strange flow of energy surrounding them as they continue to dance with the moon’s spotlight following them. 

Suddenly, the two were lifted into the air by the moon’s spotlight. The trappers could only watch as the two souls leave their bodies and swirl together into a bright light. When the light dimmed, there stood what looked like a bright flame above them. Than, the flame divided into two smaller flames. Each of the flames enter Collector’s and Mimi’s bodies. The two begin to descend as the moon returned to its crimson red light.

The trappers cheered was the two returned to the ground. The two looked towards each other, feeling some sort of connection to one another. Collector took Mimi to the skies and hug her in the air with pure bliss. A happy moment the two would’ve chairish for years to come together. But sadly, it wasn’t the case.

Sometime later, Collector and Mimi were exploring an island on a beach when a colossal creature arose from the ocean. But this was not an ordinary creature, but a power being known as a titan. Collector know this titan and considered him as a friend. However, if only the titan felt the same.

It happened so fast, everything was a blur. In one instance, Collector found himself being pulled into a circular mirror. As Collector was being pulled in, he cried for Mimi to help. To their horror, Collector watch as the titan opened a portal behind Mimi and sent her away. 

Collector cried in agony as Mimi as taken away from them. As he was pulled into the mirror, he vowed he’ll get free and have his revenge on the titan bully. 

But mainly, to find Mimi.

(Note: * - It’s actually officially called the Titan Blood Moon Jamboree. But, titan trapper renamed so “the monstrous beasts” won’t be associate with such a sacred event.)

✨Feel free to ask questions.✨

[celestialsandtitans]

The challenge part of finishing the Trefolied Stars au is how to fit Earth-ni and the events after in the story.