#unforgiven-blade

[denimbex1986]

'Christopher Nolan's "Oppenheimer" is finally here, providing a unique look into the mind of J. Robert Oppenheimer, the father of the atomic bomb. But if Nolan's three-hour epic leaves you wanting more, here's a cool (and free) opportunity to learn some more about that period of history. The Criterion Channel has announced that from now through July 31, 2023, subscribers and non-subscribers alike will be able to watch Jon Else's 1981 documentary "The Day After Trinity" for free on the streaming service. The film, which was nominated for an Academy Award and won a Peabody Award, tells the scientist's story through archival footage and a myriad of interviews with collaborators, friends, and family members, and it's currently unavailable to stream anywhere in the United States except The Criterion Channel.

"We were fortunate enough to have made the film at a time when so many of the original Manhattan Project people were still alive and happy to talk with me on camera — Hans Bethe, I. I. Rabi, Robert Wilson, Frank Oppenheimer, Robert Serber, Dorothy McKibben, Stan Ulam, Haakon Chevalier," director Jon Else said in a statement. "It may not be IMAX, but it's the real deal."

I watched "The Day After Trinity" a few days before seeing "Oppenheimer," and since I hadn't studied anything about this event in decades, I found it immensely helpful in terms of re-establishing a foundation for which this story takes place, providing valuable cultural context for what Oppenheimer and his peers were doing at the time and placing me in the milieu of Los Alamos and the Manhattan Project. But I suspect it will work equally well as a follow-up to Nolan's movie, allowing viewers to compare and contrast his take on the material with the real-life accounts of what happened.

That trailer captures the somber tone the film adopts in the aftermath of the bombing of Hiroshima, but the majority of the movie isn't quite as dire. It's not exactly a barrel of laughs, given the subject matter, but it's much more about the scientific community in the 1930s and '40s, how Oppenheimer was viewed by his colleagues, the immense task of setting up an entire community in Los Alamos, what it was like to live and work there, how Oppenheimer interacted with government and military personnel and basically became the de facto leader of a small town during the race to invent the world's most terrible weapon.

"'The Day After Trinity' remains the high-water mark in documentary representation of the Manhattan Project, and it is currently unavailable to stream anywhere in the US except the Criterion Channel. Millions of people will see Christopher Nolan's 'Oppenheimer' in the coming weeks, and many may want to compare Nolan's imagining of that historic moment with the documentary record," a spokesperson for the Criterion Channel said. "We felt it was important to remove any barrier to people discovering Jon Else's landmark film, so we've taken down the paywall and made it available to subscribers and non-subscribers alike. Of course, we hope some of those viewers will discover the many other treasures on the Criterion Channel and decide to subscribe, but our main goal at this moment is to help this remarkable and important film reach the largest possible audience."

"The Day After Trinity" was written by Jon Else along with David Webb Peoples and Janet Peoples, the husband and wife team that went on to write Terry Gilliam's "12 Monkeys" together; David also wrote notable films like "Blade Runner" and "Unforgiven." It's also worth noting that The Criterion Channel has a director's commentary that's also available to watch for free through July 31, so if you're fascinated by this period in history, don't miss this opportunity to dive deeper into the world of Oppenheimer.'

[moviesinfocus]

Book Review: SALUTING THE BLOOD OF HEROES: BEHIND THE APOCALYPTIC FILM Delves Deep Into Dystopian Cinema

Film writer Danny Stewart‘s book, Saluting The Blood Of Heroes: Behind The Apocalyptic Film takes us on a journey into a world of post-apocalyptic cinema. Anchored with a focus on David Webb Peoples’ 1989 cult pic The Blood of Heroes (I will always know it as The Salute Of The Jugger), Stewart delivers a unique look into Peoples’ film – and the science fiction sub-genre it resides in. He looks at…

[gotham-at-nightfall]

Successor Chapter Masters

Black Dragons The Black Dragons is one of the Loyalist Space Marine Chapters created during the “Cursed” 21st Founding; its gene-seed is suspected of having originated with the Salamanders. It was censured by the Inquisition due to the mutation of the Black Dragons’ gene-seed, which causes certain Astartes of the Chapter to develop blade-like outgrowths of bone on the head and forearms.

Exorcists The Exorcists are a highly unusual Loyalist Chapter of Space Marines created during the 13th Founding, the so-called “Dark Founding” which occurred sometime between the 35th and 36th Millennia, before the start of the Age of Apostasy. The true identity of their progenitors are known only to the highest-ranking members of the Ordo Malleus, and details of their creation have been placed under Inquisitorial seal, though it is widely accepted that they were raised from the genetic lineage of Rogal Dorn, and share many of the stoic traits of other Imperial Fists successors.

Soul Drinkers The Soul Drinkers were a Renegade Chapter of Space Marines declared Excommunicate Traitoris by the Inquisition because of their extremely high levels of mutation and obvious corruption by Chaos, yet the Soul Drinkers still considered themselves to be loyal to the Emperor of Mankind, if not to His Imperium. The Soul Drinkers originally believed themselves to be a Second Founding Successor Chapter of the Imperial Fists Legion, only for the Chapter’s Astartes to later learn to their shock after an analysis of their gene-seed by the Apothecaries of the Angels Sanguine that they were actually of unknown origin and Founding.

Lamenters The Lamenters are an unfortunate Loyalist Chapter of Space Marines which, perhaps more than any other Chapter of the present era, seems to have been cursed by a dark shadow that has long determined its fate. The Lamenters’ accursed and haunted legacy seems to have tainted much of what they have achieved and their victories often become bitter ashes in their hands.

Wolfspears The Wolfspear is a Loyalist Space Marine Chapter comprised entirely of Primaris Space Marines, created from the lineage of the Space Wolves and raised during the Ultima Founding of ca. 999.M41. Like their ancestral Chapter, the Wolfspear do not conform to the dictates of the Codex Astartes, but instead make use of many of the same customs and organisational designations as the Space Wolves. The Wolfspear’s intimidating pack-hunting tactics permeate every strategic strata of their Chapter combat doctrine. Packs of stealthy killers swiftly destroy the enemy’s vanguard, squadrons of swift vehicles encircle macro-cities, and prowling rapid-strike vessels gut larger spacecraft in the void.

Dark Hunters The Dark Hunters is a Loyalist Codex Astartes-compliant Space Marine Chapter descended from the gene-seed of the White Scars during an unknown Founding. The Dark Hunters hail from the Night World of Phobian, and ever since the Dellrond Campaign, where a single Dark Hunters Battle Company held the entrance to the Cathedral of the Emperor Ossified for five Terran years against the Orks of WAAAGH! Nagrut, the Chapter has had a reputation for being particularly hardy and resolute warriors.

Guardians of the Covenant The Guardians of the Covenant is a Loyalist Space Marine Chapter and a Successor Chapter of the Dark Angels, thus making it one of the Chapters that comprise the Unforgiven. It is not known from what Founding the Guardians of the Covenant came, only that they too are descendants of the original Dark Angels Legion.

Raptors The Raptors is a Loyalist Space Marine Chapter and a Second Founding successor of the Raven Guard. It has been heavily involved in many of the most recent campaigns of the Imperium of Man, including the Badab War, the Third War for Armageddon and the Taros Campaign.

Mortifactors The Mortifactors is a Loyalist, Codex Astartes-compliant Second Founding Successor Chapter of the Ultramarines, making it one of the Ultramarines’ Primogenitors. The Mortifactors recruited from the austere Feral World of Posul, where the sun never rises on its frigid plains and its population of nomadic tribes are constantly in conflict with one another and practice cannibalism.

By L J Koh

[ririright]

“The Starless Vow Chronicles: Ashes in the Storm”

In the void between stars, promises are shadows—and love can be the cruelest curse of all.

The Executor was silent tonight. Not in truth, of course—its great engines hummed their endless symphony, its systems clicked and sighed, and its crew hurried along catwalks with practiced precision. But to Lord Vader, it was silence. A silence vast and suffocating, thick enough to drown in.

The stars beyond the viewport were cold, distant fires.

Vader stood alone in his private chamber, back turned to the galaxy he once swore to protect, helmet catching the reflections of a thousand suns he no longer felt. The hiss of his breathing echoed off the walls, a rhythm as steady as a death march.

It had been years.

Years since Mustafar scorched his soul and left only smoke behind.

Years since Obi-Wan carved the last of Anakin Skywalker out of his burning flesh.

Years since she died.

She.

He didn’t say her name.

Not anymore.

Even now, it would have felt like breaking glass inside his throat.

But she lived in his memories like a ghost that refused to fade.

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He saw her sometimes—on the edges of sleep, in moments between pain and purpose.

The shimmer of silver beskar flashing in the sun.

The braid she used to wrap in leather, stubborn Mandalorian pride wound tight with royalty.

The laughter—Force, her laugh—it still hurt worse than his burns.

“Ani, you look ridiculous in that robe.”

“You’re one to talk, Mand’alor of Bedhead.”

“At least I don’t sleep with a protocol droid’s anxiety chip.”

They had whispered wedding vows in the dark, fingers bruised and hearts louder than their voices. Her lips had trembled against his when she said she’d follow him anywhere.

But she hadn’t.

She couldn’t.

The war didn’t ask.

It took.

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Vader turned from the viewport and lowered himself onto the meditation platform. The hiss and release of his helmet echoed like a gunshot in the chamber. He sat in the shell of his own ruin��scarred skin exposed, eyes ringed in shadows deeper than sleep.

He closed his eyes.

And let her in.

In the dark, she sat beside him, the warmth of her hand brushing his.

Not metal. Not the cold of prosthetics or the rasp of breath.

But her—flesh and flame, fury and mercy.

“You said you’d come back,” her voice murmured, like embers on the wind.

“I know,” he rasped, voice dry, raw, human. “I know.”

He had wanted power to protect her. He got a throne of ash.

He had wanted time to save her. He bought only agony.

“Did I matter?”

Her question cut cleaner than any blade.

He opened his eyes. “You were the only thing that ever did.”

And still—he failed her.

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Palpatine called her a weakness. A casualty.

But she had never been weak.

She died fighting.

She died free.

She died before she could see what he became.

Vader rose. Reclaimed the weight of his armor. The mask sealed with a hiss, snapping the world back into suffocating order.

And yet… in that moment of quiet, in the cracks of steel and fury—

He still felt her hand in his.

Not forgiving.

Not condemning.

Just there.

He would never see her again.

But she would haunt him until his last breath.

And that, perhaps, was the final justice.

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Outside the viewport, the stars went on burning.

Unmoved.

Unmourned.

Unforgiven.

But deep within the armor, in the dark pit of what was once a man,

Anakin Skywalker knelt, unseen.

And whispered her name.

[dongnan001]

‘We must hurry,’ said Azrael, looking at Ezekiel. ‘We have to block the breach. Move the fleet and the Rock to stem the tide until we can break through.’

The Supreme Grand Master started to pace, eyes locked on Tuchulcha. ‘You cannot speak but you can still understand me. I need you to m–’

‘Say no more!’ Ezekiel swung his blade at Azrael’s chest. Instinct caused the Lord of the Rock to raise the Sword of Secrets to block it. As the two blades clashed, the Supreme Grand Master looked into the psyker’s eye, feeling himself drenched in golden energy.

——The Unforgiven

[omercifulheaves]

Oh dip, Umbrella Entertainment just announced that they're working on a 4k and UNCUT restoration of Blood of Heroes / The Salute of the Juggler, the post apocalyptic sports flick written and directed by David Webb Peoples, the writer of Blade Runner and Unforgiven. Underrated flick that so far has only been available in a DVD where the picture looks like it's been dipped in napalm and a crappy upscale blu. Umbrella's an Australian outfit but their discs are generally region free, so I'll be grabbing this when it comes out. And Berserk fans will want to check this out if they haven't, since it's another 80's movie that inspired Kentaro Miura, as you can see in his manga Japan w/ Buronson and some early parts of Berserk's Golden Age arc.

[the-one-who-lambs]

When the Lamb holds him,

Narinder’s heart beats with the antithesis of pain. The unfamiliar rhythm batters his ribcage because this freedom, too, is a prison. The shackles, forged by his own debilitated hand at the threshold of opportunity, dance to someone else’s divination. He taught his Lamb this choreography: evade every absolution of your Odyssean carnage, crush their impiety beneath your cloven steps. Plunge your blade into flesh until it coats your borrowed claws, and eat of it. Collect the liquid life draining from their veins; this too is our blood, so drink from it.

Those curved horns and sharpened teeth, unforgiven enterprise beneath a woolen cloak, mark a beast of his own creation. To which stars does he owe his fate? He lives in the cracked space between the bars built to confine him. Loving like this rhymes with every broken promise he’s fallen for. Nevertheless, he buries himself into them and whispers back every lie. Now, he dreads neither the silence nor the truth. He weaves his reflection into this new god who, despite bearing his crown, makes him fall to his knees.

Neither of them need to sleep, but they make this communion a nightly ritual, if only to have tangible proof that– as their twisted horns meet fleece and his fur covers the ghosts of skeletal limbs– a hard-fought peace accompanies their coupled immortality, serene as the night that embraces them.

It is a mercy that his unspoken salvation passes his lips as a rumbling lullaby, purring a prayer known only to him.

[zileans-big-cl0ck]

Hii, if ya feel up to it could you write some comforting headcanons for Yasuo and Talon? They need some good hugs but honestly what league champion doesn't

(if you feel like writing for others too go for it, I like to read anything you make)

✦–Comforting them headcanons.✦ (SFW)

✦Hurt/comfort, because they also deserve a hug. A lot of hugs. Every single one of them.

✧ prompt: ✧ hurt/comfort.

✧ champions: ✧ Talon, the Blade’s Shadow; Yasuo, the Unforgiven; Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace.

✧ reader: ✧ gender neutral.

✧ author’s note: ✧ oh, dear readers and anons, you don’t even know how appreciated I feel whenever you send me some positive energy or compliments, haha! Every time it’s so adorable, I couldn’t feel any better. Thank you for everythig, especially since english is not my first language, so. I basically have no idea what I am doing. Ah, but apart of this anecdote, the reader is really into self care, but I think it shouldn’t be a problem since we are doing a comforting post.

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✦Talon, the Blade’s Shadow.

He left his blade by the door, because he would never want you to see it in the comforting space of your home, begrimed with blood and disgustingly obscure.

He has lost his prey. His target fleed - he failed; he didn’t manage to complete the only merit of his life that he truly named his own, his passion and devotion, the thing he has been created to do.

If he fails in something so elementary, a thing fankled into his soul and his whole being, an aspect pierced into his heart, then what is his worth?

You spotted his inconvenient posture imidiately, sensing an unnatural twist in his mood, so used to his everyday harshness, enriched by a little bit of sweetness towards only your person. But this time he was different - apathetic with stilted aura of dullness around. Talon let himself tiredly slide on your shared bed, ignoring you just because of the guilt that has been oppressing his heart.

And you, instead of letting him perish alone, you offered him your silent comfort - just yourself by his side. You sat there, your head on his shoulder, gentle touch of your hand on his back, maybe even the tip of your fingers making little circles, massaging.

You asked him what happened, though for the most of the following time you remain quiet, relishing the moment, only you two as the centre of the universe.

But he still felt the enveloping sensation of the failed mission, a feeling he had never experienced before; he has dishonoured his sacred mission. Should he be allowed to feel comforted after a mistake so unforgivable? If he could, he would wear the disgrace as a punishment, visible and vociferous, so everyone would see his shamefull attempts to find comfort in someone else, unworthy of it and pathetic.

Talon was always a mysterious person, but you were like a stronghold for him - it wasn’t a long time until you heard these thoughts of his vocalized out loud, honest and brutal. He murmured them into your ear, while you listened silently, cherishing this sacred moment of his true, intimate self, the person behind the blade.

His thoughts seemed like a form of self-flagellation, noxious and malign. Something pitiful that made your eyes wet, little droplets settling on your eyelashes.

You couldn’t listen to him anymore, saying those denigrating and disgusting statements about himself. All it was untrue, made from the years of abandonment and loneliness, and you were positive to cure it.

But how many times more will you hear him saying that his name doesn’t matter? That as an assasin he is not a human being - he is just a blade that cuts efficiently, deeply and terminally.

“I couldn’t wish for a better person in my life than you, love.” You beggined with you voice brittle, like you were telling him a unconfronted secret. “There is nothing that could make me feel even slightly different. I love you the same amount, as you should love yourself.”

Your words were prosaic, menial. But these were honest promises of adoring him countlessly times, endlessly and for eons, until he comprehends the feelings you wanted him to nurse not only for you, but also himself.

And at some point Talon chuckled, though it wasn’t a sign of joy - it was depressing, unnatural. He tried assuring you that it wasn’t a problem big enough to enwrap you, his beloved one, in - but you could sense his poignant sadness running through his body, just like you could feel his pulsing heart or heavy breath.

You promised him to dedicate to him all of your time, just to assure Talon in his human ability to make mistakes, even so meaningful; to help with his low esteem, even if he firmly disagreed to have anything to do with the mythical term of the mentioned ’low esteem’.

You wrapped your hands around him, tigh and lovely, planning on imprisoning him in a cage made of adoration from someone, who could gave him the comfort he deserved.

Talon left his blade by the door as a symbol of rejection - he rejected the person beyond this place, the one who covered his face with a hood, exchanging him for a more relaxed one, the one made from flesh and honest feelings, the real ones, the right ones, and the absolutely normal ones.

✦Yasuo, the Unforgiven.

As we know, Yasuo escaped Ionia after the unfortunate tragedy that led him despair.

He was lost and longing for a company, though he stated out loud that he didn’t want anyone nerby - he was still too fragile, still in shock of the brutal act he allowed himself to do, bewildered, horrified by himself.

He didn’t want to hurt another human being again. He didn’t want to accompany yet another person, only to betray them nor to give up on them. Another loose would be too painful, too demolishing.

For them, of course. He thought he could handle all of this crushing on his mind.

But Yasuo wouldn’t survive seeing his acquaintance being betrayed by him, once again.

He wasn’t eager to befriend new people here, in Bilgewater; he didn’t seek anyone particular. You found him by yourself, and soon became his only comfort in those times, only way to drift his depressing thoughts away.

And even though it was admirable, your acts of desperate tries, as he considered you as the most valued person in his life, you knew he shouldn’t be feeling so much pain. It could broke even the toughest weilder. His nailed heart pulsing right in his chest was aching and trying to free itself every time Yasuo bestowed you with his deep, sad eyes.

He suffered in silence, though he claimed that you were the only cure for this desease that was gutting his body.

You could name this curse - it was guilt in its purest form. And you were determined to free Yasuo from it.

At some point, he must have opened himself before you, render a vivisection of himself, show you his insides and the putridity that has enveloped his heart and soul. Something you should despise, scream and shout at the sight of, bewildered and cheesed.

But instead of pushing him away as he expected, almost desired, instead of feeling overwhelmed by the emotions he had dropped on your shoulders, you hugged him tightly, the words of comfort pouring from your mouth.

”That wasn’t your fault.” ”You regret this, and you are not the same person you were back then.” ”That was an accident.” ”You are always there for me - let me be here for you now.”

So he declaimed the weight of the world like a poem. About his past and his brother, who has lose to his blade in the accident. You cried with him, mixing your own tears with his own, brushing his problems and concerns off.

You couldn’t even imagine how deeply was he hurt. But humans tend to crawl for the concept of empathetic co-suffering; it makes them feel understood and is crutial when it comes to comforting, therefore it was enough for him: getting the heavy burden off his own mind, sharing it to the world, admitting that he had commited something unforgivable.

You forgave him, though he has never hurted you. But any mercy given from a human being was a relief for Yasuo.

✦Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace.

Cassiopeia didn’t need your comfort. She despised it. It made her look pathetic and weak, even if she already looked miserable as half a serpent.

But she was a proud woman, a lover of many in her halcyon days of glory. Everyone longed for her and everyone needed her like an antidote for a deadly poison. It was a desire not in a lovely, romantic way, but in a frantic, melodramatic and amusing form of begging for sparing a life.

She manipulated the whole nation of pathetic Noxians into her hands, toyed with them on one of her palms, treating those little figures like ants, just simple pawns on the board that she created from her life. She would be considered infantile if anyone knew what a little mouse wanted to adhere to her, hug her scaled waist and tell her that… she deserved love.

Of course she did! You should have seen her when she was still human, not an abomination, just a twisted figure of her past self.

”No, I am not thinking like this of myself, little mouse. Do not approach me, we can bargain from a distance-”

She would admire your confidency with honesty, if only you weren’t so… clingy. Your hugged her in a devoted way that spoke without words - that you will always follow her as her dearest worshipper, even if she turned into something more fearsome than a half-snake. Even if she turned into a sculpture, you would attend her every day.

Cassiopeia indeed had to admit to herself, in her own convoluted way of a serpent, that your confession made her feel better. Like she had one person that was truly her admirer, not just another human she led on and wrapped around her claw, ready to allure and use. And that her little mouse was kind of adorable; more like a pet, but at least a faithful one.

It was a change of perspectives for her, a phenomenon that made her smile softly, her hand slidding from the top of your head to your back, where she pushed you closer, admiring and loving.

[dreamerwhofell]

those who will fear and those who will lead

The words of Voktys Esh Ēdrurys summarized in a “book” comprised of verses.

      (priestess of dreams) dreams in this context means prophecy or prophecies.

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OC’s used; Ser DAELES The Unforgiven, JACAERYES, DAMIAN, SAPPHIRE, and mentions of MAKI.

The narrator is the priestess since this is her words of how the histories evolved and unraveled. The text has been translated from its original mother tongue and onto a more modern and popular language. It has also been modified by those who have heard the priestess who used to retell these histories.

based on verse 100, “In an endless war between two parties, the HUES won.”

SER DAELES JACAERYES DAMIAN SAPPHIRE <— playlists.

TW, Violence, lots of blood, mentions of gore, that type of stuff! :)

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Blood.

It was everywhere.

The scent of metal was practically the only thing you could smell and taste. And the places of metal, bodies of people, were seen everywhere. This was war though. 

Nobody wins in war.

But there, stood a figure covered in heavy armor yet the man soldier moved with precision. Determination. It was a sickly sight of fallen brotherin and one man was the cause of it. Some martyr? Were these deceased people who forced chose to serve? To fight? 

The man’s white locks, now stained with red, was a clear symbol of who he was. Where he hailed from and what he was born to do. A monster from birth till death. 

“Ser Daeles.”

Hummed out Jacaeryes, practically mocking the soldier with his own name. Jacaeryes twirled around a blade forged in white fire with engraved markings of risen ones. 

You see, Jacaeryes believes that he is the one who was prophesied oh-so long ago. The Sisterhood has never confirmed such allegations but never has denied such. Many have come and gone like breezes in the wind with the Sisterhood never once acknowledging them. But Jacaeryes is special since he truly has become a martyr for some. 

Worshippers, even.

Those who do believe in the prophecies spoken by sisters or even Reverend Mothers believe it so wholeheartedly it becomes a second religion to them lkke the Hues. The Hues know this of course.

Intervention was never necessary since wars come and go. But when does a Hue take action? When do Hues take actions? Do they root for specific sides like emperors feasting upon greeds of riches with poor servants fending for their short lives? Do they send others and be patient? Do they truly care or do they just believe this is below them? 

Ser Daeles is a believer for the Hues, like so many. Yet, being such a soldier and believer has attracted the attention of others. A particular Lumerian hailing from Eklipse though. And if such a figure demanded that this soldier be saved? So be it.

“Do not speak of my name in such a manner, traitor. I will put your heart on a wall for decoration in honor of the fallen.”

Ser Daeles snapped at the martyr in his baritone, scruffy, and worn down voice. Deep as the bluest waters and as comforting as blindly walking into the night. Jacaeryes’s voice was the opposite though. More feminine and of course, charismatic.

“Do not feel so down, they have died with honors bestowed upon them by me of course! Have you not heard of me becoming the newest Hue? Best to save yourself the troubles of being my enemy now when I shall soon conquer and create planets as they revolve around me!”

Jacaeryes preached loudly and not in a sane manner. For those who had more common sense than the average individual could easily decipher that Jacaeryes suffered from delusions. There was only ever 12 Hues. Not 13, not 11. Believing that Jacaeryes could become one was to believe that Jacaeryes was above the Hues or could defeat the “weakest” (depicted in opinions) Hue.

This, of course, angered Ser Daeles. The two collided and crashed in a frenzy. Attacking such an important figure would make Ser Daeles unforgivable. But we all shall remember that he is a soldier, nothing more. A good soldier remains true to his cause even towards an untimely or un-honorable death. It is unfortunate, true. But that is their oaths towards their rulers, even if it is an Amane or Sun. 

“You? A Hue? Do not make me laugh.”

“Find it so hard to believe? It is fine. I will have nonbelievers or questioners. That is accompanied by becoming a Hue.”

Jacaeryes grinned, fang and all. His delusions were blinding him. Blinding others as well like the rare sights of a star blooming to burst. The weapon held by the martyr pierced the cursed armor of Ser Daeles. More blood was shed on this field to make it grow anew in the formations of the ground below the foes.

As any good tale goes, there are heroes to save the day when despair hope is lost. 

Damian (Hue of Knowledge, Wisdom, Mind, and Chance) stood alongside Sapphire (Hue of Bliss, Comfort, Heart, and Blessing). An extremely rare sighting to see two Hues at a field of such war. As previously mentioned though, a well-known Lumerian could make a few complaints for one of her favorite soldiers. 

“Remind me why we’re here, brother.”

“Do not call me that, Sapphire. Just because we are created by the (couldn’t translate) does not make us brothers and sisters. And you know why. Intervention. If Ser Daeles becomes almost fatally injured or about to pass the veil of life and death, we save him. Allow him to recover then disappear once more.”

Damian reminded the woman dressed in blue silks with white stones lining the ends of the gown. Damian, instead, was dressed more professionally. Suit and tie for a black tie event instead of some historic statue like Sapphire. In front of the Hues, Ser Daeles had managed to injure Jacaeryes by disabling him. 

Jacaeryes had lost his left arm. 

“End this merciless fight by retreating. Do not mistake my mercy for any sort of soft-spoken feelings towards you. I still hate you wholeheartedly but ending you will cause suffer to others which is not my current mission.”

“Mission? You think this still goes to your missions?! No, this is personal now. No one is coming to save you, Ser Daeles. For I will hunt you down because the prophecy has chosen ME! Not anyone else. And you have angered a Hue.”

Jacaeryes had managed to conjure a new arm via the blood surrounding the two. The arm was crimson red and shockingly stronger than any gemstone. It looked to be fragile but could break a newly forged sword. The dagger Jacaeryes held almost found a new home in Ser Daeles’s heart. Except, this was new.

Time wasn’t frozen. 

But it seemed to move slower. 

Intervention.

“Forgive me, Jacaeryes. But this battle will be ending now so if you wish, consider this a sort of surrender. I guess.”

Sapphire whispered to Jacaeryes, guiding his hand downwards. His body automatically going limp in a kneeling formation. Ser Daeles had stood tall though. A shining body of armor with two Hues there.

“Do not thank us, Ser Daeles. This is merely the will of someone else. You will continue to have fights in the future if you’re worried about it. Just death will come much later or perhaps not at all.”

Damian said, easily transporting the soldier to a nearby planet for healing. Sapphire remained with Jacaeryes. A forced smile on her face as she looked at the martyr.

“Mm, you must have an idea of who willed it for Ser Daeles to be saved, no? If not, you soon will. And if you do come after her, I will make sure that no prophecy will ever mention you. Consider this favoritism with our favorite candidates or don’t. Honestly, we couldn’t care less of what your thoughts are. Then again, you couldn’t defeat a hunk of metal. So if you ask me, I don’t think any prophecy mentions you whatsoever. Farewell, Jacaeryes!”

Sapphire disappeared with the forced smile turning into a mocking one. Jacaeryes was left limp and waiting for any of his followers to rescue him. He still could be a person mentioned in a prophecy or not. Delusions can make a person act out or even fuel obsessions. In his case, both. 

In an endless war between two parties, the Hues won.

They always did whether or not interventions were present. Luckily, if you attract enough attention for a certain cause, you may be saved. It was not the Hues job to end Jacaeryes but they could if they wanted to. But why would they when each pawn is almost nearing the end to evolve into something greater? Well, not each. Jacaeryes was almost taken off the board. 

“It was idiotic to fight that man. Especially when you know you are favored. Yes, he is annoying but do you have no patience?”

Damian lectured the soldier. Only stopping when he sensed Sapphire’s presence. Sapphire strolled in, looking between the two with a carefree expression.

“Ser Daeles the Unforgiven. Has a ring to it, no?”

“Where did you get that from?”

“Mm, word travels fast. Jacaeryes hasn’t been saved yet but that group of zealots who follow him already know what has happened! Ah, what surprises me even now.”

“Of course. I’m guessing the unforgiven part meant that no matter what Ser Daeles does he’ll be hunted down after? More work…”

Damian grumbled, rubbing his temples as if he got headaches from this entire mess. Ser Daeles seemed a bit worried by the stress it out on the Hue. Sitting up then wincing so he, of course, sat back down.

“Please do not prioritize me. I shall be fine. No death can dishonor me.”

Ser Daeles said, bowing his head. Sapphire looked pleased by his automatic devotion to the Hues but Damian didn’t look as pleased.

“Don’t speak like that. Saving you wasn’t apart of my schedule. Just the girl’s. If we hadn’t saved you, no doubt she would’ve hunted me down for it similar to how you’re being hunted down now. Besides, my schedule was empty anyways. If it means keeping the girl happy, then I’ll look over you so you die a natural death. Not a forced one.”

Damian mumbled, Sapphire nodded along. It made Ser Daeles nervous having the attention of the Hues on him just saving his life from the manhunt on him. He’ll have to do his best if he wishes to make it up to them.

Back on the field though was a different story to be told.

Finally, a group of zealots found Jacaeryes. He forcefully shrugged them off. Storming onto their ship as he angrily patched up his wounds. 

“I will hunt that soldier down and make sure everyone will know what happens when you deny my rise as a Hue.”

And we return back with Ser Daeles and the Hues on a planet not so far away.

“You are a good soldier. I can see why she favors you.”

Sapphire told Ser Daeles. Truth be told, the silence was quite awkward with such a devotee to the Hues and the Hues being right there. A few shuffles then an ahem from Damian himself.

“We will be there for you, Ser Daeles. No need to call or anything. We’ll know beforehand.”

Ser Daeles nodded before Damian left, leaving Ser Daeles and Sapphire alone. She sighed, sitting on the edge of the shabby cot. It wasn’t very comfortable but for a man who lives in his armor it served a sense of comfort.

“You must have PTSD, poor thing. Perhaps I’ll leave my priestess with you? A good man such as yourself deserves a sense of comfort during these hard times. Then again, the girl would have my head if I messed with your heart whatsoever. A pity, truly. But until you’re almost dead again, we’ll reunite.”

Sapphire disappeared leaving a small blessing where she once sat. A newly forged sword. Similar to Jacaeryes’s dagger, it had the markings but forged in a different flame. His old sword was trusty but outdated. The markings on it had worn down making it practically dull and useless. 

“Thanks.”

He mumbled out softly like a whisper in the wind. Sleep had overtaken the soldier as he slept blissfully. The threats fading but Jacaeryes wasn’t over with his assaults. No, not for awhile after. But for now, at the very least, there was a semblance of peace.

⚔️ 

🎀 list; @ventirina

comment below to be added!!

omg this took so long 😭 sos.

[divineerdrick]

Warhammer 40,000 Balance Changes for June 4, 2025 - Dark Angels

Dark Angels arrived with little fanfare and have basically been Codex: Not Quite Ultramarines since. When their unique units were good and Guilliman was bad, they were better. Now that their unique units aren't so good and Guilliman is overpowered, they're not doing well. All of their best results are taking place in Codex Detachments, with only Company of Hunters seeing any decent numbers. Though there is a mad lad that saw some success with Lion's Blade.

Sadly the WarCom article calls out only a buff to The Lion himself for the faction. This is definitely a good thing, as he could use a Guilliman style glow up. But this faction just needs more!

Hmm . . . So The Lion is losing his Vect ability, and instead now gets an uppy/downy ability. That's definitely a good rule, but CP economy is pretty potent. Still it wasn't that hard to play around. Martial Exemplar going to re-roll 1s to Hit and Wound is definitely an upgrade though. Finally Emperor's Shield is just changed to the new version of Transhuman. That's definitely a more consistent buff. All and all he's easier to get where you need him, and he's more impactful when he gets there. I think we might start seeing him on tables again.

Unfortunately that's all the Dark Angels are getting. For them, the MFM is silent and grey. This is pretty bad news. Given that other Divergent Chapters are getting buffed, many will happily swap from green to red or grey. Now nerfs to Ultramarines can somewhat help Dark Angels, as it makes them as the alternate “Codex” Chapter more attractive. But I think they'll be in trouble.

But wait! There might be hope for them yet! Dark Angels have been graced with a 12th Detachment Option, “Wrath of the Rock!”

Wrath of the Rock

The flavor text describes this as the Dark Angels combined arms detachment. Which I thought they already had? Either Unforgiven Taskforce is now supposed to be the Greenwing detachment, or GW wants another bite at the apple. Strangely though, for a Detachment called “Wrath of the Rock,” there's no mention of the forbidden weapons the Dark Angels still have access to.

This Detachment rule seems a bit familiar too. Dutiful Tenacity is a not quite army wide new Transhuman, effecting all your Infantry and Mounted units. So this isn't quite combined arms, but Greenwing, Deathwing, and Ravenwing. New Transhuman is a good rule to have on you, and can greatly increase the durability of your army. I'm not sure it beats out the mobility other Detachments (Gladius) have.

Enhancements

Tempered in Battle (Aura) (10 pts): A 6” aura of re-roll Battle-shock and Leadership centered on the model. It's cheap, I'll give it that. Maybe might work as a pts filler.

Ancient Weapons (25 pts): There's that Dark Age tech! Sadly it's just a melee buff. Don't get me wrong, it's a good melee buff, but I was hoping for something more from this one.

Deathwing Assault (15 pts): Turn. One. Deepstrike. If you're taking Deathwing, you're taking this.

Lord of the Ravenwing (10 pts): Re-roll Advance and Charge rolls. This is potentially fun on some Black Knights.

That's probably one auto-include and some points fillers. I'm whelmed. I honestly wish there was more here. I gotta say though, Deathwing Assault is definitely a thing.

Stratagems

Inescapable Justice (2CP): Uh oh! We're at 2CP! GW rarely gets these right! But I think this one might just be there. This strat lets you pick a second Oath of Moment target. Just the fact you have this might get you opponent to play cagier than normal. But either way, 2CP for army wide re-rolls to hit against a target is not bad.

Lion's Will (1CP): A Greenwing strat! This strat grants +1 OC and +1 to Hit for Greenwing. You'll probably only use this on Greenwing, so it's a pretty good buff.

Armour of Contempt (1CP): You're still Space Marines, you still get Armour of Contempt.

Tactical Mastery (1CP): Wait, am I reading this right? “You're unit is eligible to shoot and declare a charge in a turn in which it advanced. If your unit has the Ravenwing keyword, it is also eligible to shoot and declare a charge in a turn in which it fell back.” No until end of turn or until end of phase? This has to be a mistake. Someone has to have copypasta'd the wrong text. If this is intentional, this is huge! But then this should definitely be 2CP or even more! This has got to be a mistake.

Relics of the Dark Age (1CP): Okay! Can you make up for that disappointing enhancement? And while I feel like a strat with this title should have some AP to it, +2 to Strength for ranged attacks is definitely a nice starting point.

Leonine Aggression (1CP): A short ranged Heroic Intervention that goes up to 6” if you use this on a Deathwing unit. Why is The Lion not Deathwing! He'd be the perfect target for this. Regardless the threat of this Stratagem will force your opponent to make some careful choices.

Alright! So that was a good, potentially epic, Stratagem suite. Combined with a nice durability boost to your army and an okay enhancement section, with one really good one, this detachment is pretty good. But . . . say it with me now . . .

“Is it better than Gladius?”

I don't think it is. The mobility Gladius offers is just too good, and it still has good enhancements and Stratagems. The only way this is better, is if that's not a mistake with Tactical Mastery. But honestly, until I see an FAQ on it, I'm not buying it. It's a 1CP advance and shoot and charge stratagem, the good kind that lasts all turn. There is no way a 1CP stratagem effectively gives your unit a new rule for the game.

[ometochtli2rabbit]

MAYA:

13.0.12..10.9

b'olon[9] MULUC|TOJ [water] - wak[7] ZIP

galactic tone: patience | cyclic periodicity

sun sign: OFFERING| shark/red/east

offer appreciation for all creation

NAHUA:

chicunahui [9] - ATL [water]

Quetzalcoatl | Xiuhtecuhtli

totolin [turkey]

lord of the night: Tlaloc

trecena[9]: Tonacatecuhtli

x: chicuacen[6] - ochpanitzli

"The Battle of Dan-no-ura", Utagawa Kuniyoshi, 1844.

"The Battle", Remedios Varo, 1947.

Day Atl (Water, known as Muluc in Maya) is governed by Xiuhtecuhtli, God of Fire, as its provider of tonalli (Shadow Soul) life energy. Atl is a day for purification by subjecting oneself to the ordeal of conflict. It is a good day for battle, a bad day for rest. Water brings out the scorpion, who must sting its enemies or else sting itself. Atl is the day of the holy war, which is always a battle with one's own enemies within. - www.azteccalendar.com

These are days where we must fight our own BATTLE, so here are some songs with that word:

Pat Benatar: Love is a Battlefield

Earth, Wind and Fire: Serpentine Fire

U2: Sunday Bloody Sunday

Kid N Play: Kid Vs Play (The Batlle)

Bee Gees: You Win Again

Gang Starr: Battle

AC/DC: Code Red

House of Pain: Jump Around

George Jones: Battle & Battle of Love

Jordin Sparks: Battlefield

Blur: Battle

Guy Sebastian ft. Lupe Fiasco: Battle Scars

Genesis: The Battle of Epping Forest

Taylor Swift: New Romantics

Ariana Grande: Piano

John Mellencamp: Battle of Angels

Melanie Martinez: Battle of the Larynx

Selena Gomez: Bad Liar

The Killers: Battle Born

Miley Cyrus: The Climb

Bon Jovi: Love is War

Katy Perry: Choose Your Battles

Colbie Caillat: Battle

Lady Gaga: Babylon & Blade of Grass

Adele: Oh My God

Def Leppard: Batlle of My Own

Elvis Presley: Stand By Me

R.E.M.: 7 Chinese Brothers

Electric Light Orchestra: Poor Boy

Bob Dylan: Paths of Victory

Red Hot Chili Peppers: Battle Ship

Green Day: Carpe Diem

The Offspring: Not the One

Heart: Seasons

Black Sabbath: In for the Kill

Simon and Garfunkel: That Silver-Haired Daddy of Mine

Johnny Cash: The Big Battle

Willie Nelson: Seven Spanish Angels

Wu-Tang Clan: Protect Ya Neck & Triumph

Alice in Chains: Nutshell

Iron Maiden: Invaders

Lauryn Hill: Ex-Factor

Judas Priest: Battle Cry

Queen: Ogre Battle & White Man

Billy Joel: Prelude/Angry Young Man

Amy Winehouse: Love is a Losing Game

Paul McCartney: Save Us

Aretha Franklin: When the Battle is Over

Bob Marley: The Heathen & Simmer Down

Barbra Streisand: Guilty

Metallica: The Unforgiven

Pink Floyd: Us and Them

Led Zeppelin: Battle of Evermore

Nirvana: Swap Meet

Buffalo Springfield: For What It's Worth

[thirium-drinker]

Hello! You asked for some Sixty hc's and I'm here to give you my two cents on him, lol! I have a few different iterations of him, though they all have a similar base. The Sixty I wrote for my RK Bro/Anderfam-centric series where Hank, Connor, Nines and Sixty were all living together after the Revolution is very much The Problem Child™️, lol. He's rather like many portrayals of him where he's more forceful and obnoxious than Connor or Nines, often making decisions just because he curious about how people will react, reveling in starting arguments, and all-around being kind of an asshole, lol. He might also be classified as mildly sadistic, often chaffing at societal expectations and fairness. He's haughty, supremely confident in his own skills, and isn't afraid to use every cheapshot advantage he can in order to gain the upper hand. As he expresses in one of the monologues he gives in one of my fics, he is "the mean one," haha. Sixty is a very "bad foot forward" kind of guy to me. He likes to make the worst impression possible and instigate because it amuses him, but also as a way of gauging the people around him, seeing just what they're willing to tolerate and how far he can push them.

But that's not all there is to him. I definitely feel like he has a softer side to him, one that he uses his often-callous attitude to try and cover up. He is extremely loyal when he decides he cares about something or someone and, though he may not show it conventionally, he is capable of love and is fierce in his defense of it. He loves his family, i.e. Hank and Connor and Nines and Sumo. He may antagonize them constantly and get on their nerves a lot, but he will move heaven and earth to help them if they're in danger. He will break whatever laws of morality he needs to to keep them safe. And he'll do it all with a mocking smirk on his lips and a frigid chill in his eyes. I hc he's closest with Nines (due to some backstory I wrote between them), still harbors some resentment for Connor, and respects Hank, but he definitely loves them all dearly, even if he'll never admit it, lol. I also hc that he's dived into the idea of his newfound freedom wholeheartedly, oftentimes eschewing human conventions like manners and politeness, pointlessly gendering things, or dressing conventionally. (His fashion sense puts even Hank's to shame, omg. He is very out there. XD) I hc he absolutely adores old Westerns (they really vibe with his chaotic worldview) and has physically watched Unforgiven a ridiculous number of times.

Also, and I cannot reiterate this enough, Sixty is the Knife Guy™️. Haha, somewhere along the way, Connor became the Gun Guy™️, Nines became the Punch Guy™️, and Sixty was left with knives, but like... I really think they fit his personality? Going along with his casual sadism from earlier, he enjoys the intimacy of this approach and how it lets him get closer to his opponents. He enjoys the precision needed to competently use both the short blades meant for hand-to-hand combat and also the throwing knives he keeps up his sleeves at all times. Knives are also easy to conceal and he keeps some emergency blades stitched into the linings of his clothing in case of an emergency and knowing they're there make him feel more secure. Because, while he enjoys a good fight probably more than is sane and he also has a perverse love of terrorizing people, this is another instance of him covering for more insecurities.

Because I hc that CyberLife and Amanda's betrayals really fucked him up. Loyalty is such an enormous part of who he is but one of the very first instances of his life was characterized by nothing but callous abandonment by his creators and carers. He was left to fend for himself against Connor and, when he's defeated, he's not granted another chance. He's deemed defective and his programs frozen to await termination. (This is part of that backstory I was talking about, lol, and Nines ends up saving him from that fate.) But it's led to him being deeply, deeply insecure about his value as a living being, his place in the grander scheme of things, and his ability to trust completely. He's got some very deeply-rooted authority issues stemming from that, as well as an inferiority complex a mile wide in relation to Connor, and also probably his fair share of imposter syndrome, too, which is why I image he works so very hard to differentiate himself from his predecessor. In one of my other works unrelated to this series, Sixty actively tried to usurp Connor's role after his revival. He planned to sabotage his life and then slide in to take his place, and when that didn't work out for him, well... It led him to a very dark place that he never would've made it out of without some chance intervention. This version of him is colder, more desperate for a reason to even exist, wrestling with the weight of his past actions and the necessity to grow past them in order to thrive. He's meaner, ruder, and all around very unpleasant. But even then, when he chooses to care about something, he gives them his whole self, always loyal to a fault.

Honestly, I have a lot more I could write about Sixty and my hc's for him, but good lord, this has gone on way longer than I thought it would, lol! As you can see, I care him muchly. ☺️ But yeah, that's the basis of how I usually write him: chaotic, inflammatory, sarcastic. But also protective, and funny and intensely loyal. I love the strange dichotomy of his character so damn much, he is always a blast to write! And I hope I did a good job summing it all up for you, lol! Feel free to DM me if I was unclear about something or if you want to talk more about him or anything, lol! I always appreciate a fellow Sixty enthusiast. XD

Thank you for dropping this lore bomb in my asks. I absolutely ADORE this characterization of our beloved Sixty. He deserves the world and the way you write him sounds like so much fun!

[drmorbius12]

Passing Nightmare

Human-like creatures stand before me

in sullen silent ranks, a sad story of woe

and damnation, behind gigantic

stone gates carved in the faces

of trapped souls caught forever

like insects in amber:

A robed apparition swings its

dark blade in tremendous arcs

cutting them down like rotted wheat,

opening the terrible gates wide

for Ashtaroth to emerge rolling on wheels

made of skulls shot through with

the bodies of blooded acolytes as axles,

stinking smoke from the heat of friction;

He spies me out and heads straight

for where I am standing, unbridled hatred

flashing from reptilian eyes, hell bent

on running me down before

I can move a muscle;

Just then the grey skies burst forth

in lightening and thunder, spewing a

deluge of rain upon the cursed scene,

carrying away the entire crowd

of infernal beings, washing them down

into the maw of a monstrous fish-like

creature leaping out of the maelstrom;

I am swept up in the conflagration

hapless and unforgiven, sliding toward

oblivion, when of a sudden

I spy a rock in the distance;

Swimming madly toward the only thing

solid I can see in the roaring waves,

I reach it, clutching like a mad man to

what sanity is left me, I emerge soaked

and exhausted to find the storm abating

and the black clouds opening to a peerless

blue sky specked with white gulls;

Screeching with what sounds like satirical

laughter, they fly away untouched

by the entire passing nightmare

[ladysternchen]

Flashback:

His lips cool against hers, and so painfully familiar. With his mind open to her as always, she sensed his despair as if it were her own, and it was her own. Everything around them, the voices of the others saying their own heartbreaking farewells, the horses neighing and pawing the ground restlessly, the sounds of their men in armour mounting their mail-clad steeds, all became but a distant rustle, insignificant against the tragedy of their parting. Melian was loathe to release Elu from her arms and knew that he, too, could have spent forever in their embrace, in their kiss. But he needed to break it, needed to be gone.

“If I do not let go of you quickly, I shall never have the strength to.” he thought to her, and they broke apart just enough to look into each other’s eyes.

“Please come back!” Melian whispered, her hands still on his cheeks, tears choking her voice. 

For all their shared power, at the end of the day they were just lovers, a couple like any other, and their parting hurt her as it hurt him, far more than any orc-blade ever could.

[valandhirwriter]

20 Questions

20 Questions for Fic Writers

I came across this in @andordean blog and decided to invite myself to the party. As I have two Ao3 Accounts, my answers will list them as needed.

Taggig @do-androids-dream-ao3acc @regis-favorite-raven @lohrendrell @tumbleweedtech

How many works do you have on A03?

Valandhir: 11

Cardhwion: 40

What's your total A03 word count?

Valandhir: 1,249,377

Cardhwion: 644,842

What fandoms do you write for?

The Witcher, and Lord of the Rings. I would love to write for Star Wars, Dragon Age, Wheel of Time, but haven't gotten around to doing it yet. General Bel Riose brought the idea of Foundation writing on my to-do list.

What are your top five fics by kudos?

Valandhir: Durin's Bane, The Twilight years, The heart of the journey

Cardhwion: Strange Blood, In my father's house

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to, because I enjoy the conversation. But sometimes I forget, because there is too much going on, or I have no idea what I should reply.

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Valandhir: Wishes are no horses or maybe Durin's Bane, the latter does only half-count because the next part, the Twilight Years changes something about the death at the end of Durin's Bane.

Cardhwion: In the darkest places, or maybe In my father's house. I just realise, I killed Eskel a lot.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Valandhir: The Heart of the Journey

Cardhwion: Song of the Dragon

Do you get hate on fics?

Yes.

Do you write smut?

Sometimes, I need characters that have that dynamic and need to be in the mood.

Do you write crossovers?

Haven't yet, but do have some in mind.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not to my knowledge.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

As English is my second language, I did translate the whole Raven's Blade series on my Valandhir account into German myself. But only posted two parts. Would need a beta to read over it, to ever post it full.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes, with @do-androids-dream-ao3acc, titled "The Unforgiven"

What's your all-time favourite ship?

That's a hard one, I love so many ships, and am a passionate multi-shipper. So a real favourite is hard. Coën/Erland of Larvik comes close.

As far as the sheer hilarity is concerned nothing ever beat Henselt/His throne.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Song of Stone on the Valandhir Account

What are your writing strengths?

Description and Detail I think

What are your writing weaknesses?

Emotions, romantic feeling

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Full dialogue I use rarely but having some arrogantly spit a line in Latin, or use a spell in Gaelic is fun.

First fandom you wrote for?

Three Musketeers

Favourite fic you've ever written?

The Raven's Blade series

[stanislawkowalski]

Now I gotta send something different 😭

does your muse consider themselves petty? would others describe them that way?

I did write a fun fact about him previously, so here you go::: M O N S T E R - STORY OF AN ELEPHANT.

Nastka is a man whose soul seems to simmer in a cauldron of old wounds and unforgiven slights. His grudges are not fleeting resentments but deep-seated vendettas that burn with the intensity of an inferno. His life is a mosaic of past betrayals, each piece contributing to the unrelenting flame of retribution that drove him.

One notorious episode that illustrated Nastka’s unforgiving nature was when a lowly informant within his ranks had betrayed him. This snitch had spilled critical details to the authorities, leading to a raid on Nastka’s operation. The betrayal was more than just a breach of trust; it was a personal affront, a stab to Nastka’s very essence. In the labyrinthine shadows of his secret hideout, Nastka concocted an elaborate plan of revenge. He managed to acquire uniforms and badges from a local police precinct, fabricating documents that mirrored official credentials. With these in hand, Nastka and his loyal accomplices executed their daring operation under the cover of darkness.

The prison where the informant was held was a fortress of steel and stone, but Nastka had meticulously studied its layout and routines. Disguised as law enforcement officers, Nastka and his men walked confidently through the gates, their fake badges gleaming under the dim prison lights. They navigated the corridors with practiced ease, their hearts beating in synchrony with the soft echo of footsteps on the cold concrete. Once they reached the informant’s cell, Nastka took a deep breath, the weight of his vengeance pressing heavily upon him. Without a word, he slipped a shank into the informant’s side, the blade slicing through the man’s flesh with a finality that spoke of Nastka’s unyielding rage. By the time dawn broke, the informant was found lifeless, and Nastka had vanished into the night, leaving no trace of his retribution.