#war 10000 years ago

[lars-canyon]

AOS2 – 09-20-24 – Twenty-Seven (Kyoko) vs Fennel [Star Breaker]

Ice Cage (SUGURI the Best) on the Canyon of Wind Magical Girl of Miracles (Instrumental) (SUGURI the Best) on the War 10,000 Years Ago

[lastminutestarwarsfan]

I was NOT prepared for General Grievous to jump down with a "Hello there" to Obi Wan in the Clone Wars, the original meme just got 10000% funnier. And Obi-Wan remembering some encounter from like 3 years ago and being able to reference it and mock Grievous mid-fight is so ridiculously in character. Yall be mocking Anakin for being dramatic but you forget who his big brother is.

[sinner-sunflower]

P.2 HH Lucifer-centric AU 2/?

STORY 1, PART 1, PART 3, PART 4, PART 5, PART 6, PART 7, PART 8, PART 9, PART 10, PART 11, PART 12, PART 13, PART 14, PART 14.5, PART 15, PART 16, PART 17, PART 18, PART 19, PART 20, PART 21, PART 22, PART 23, PART 24, PART 25, PART 26

Writing this while listening to Christian songs is my process lajsdlkajkld

You guys need to listen to the soundtrack of Journey to Bethlehem. What bangers and amazing pieces!

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Once they got inside, Charlie locks the hotel up using keekee.

Vaggie: You sure that will hold them up?

Charlie: Of course! Besides if any of them try to sneak in then I'm sure Razzle and Keekee will keep them out yes? Yeah? Awww yes you will~

Charlie gushes on her guardians for one more minute before moving close to where her dad was seated on the couch.

Charlie: You okay, dad?

Lucifer: I'm fine, sweetie. Just a little dizzy. I've been using that ability more in thebpast few months than I ever did for 10000 years. It's always draining.

Alastor has disappeared, probably in the kitchen making her dad tea.

Cherri: Not gonna lie. That was kinda hot.

Angel: Yeah. You gotta keep doing whatever that was when you can, short king. Preferably when I'm there to see it. You know, I give full consent for you to do that to me in be-

Charlie: Angel!

Angel: What?

Alastor: Do you never think before you speak, Angel?

Saved by the radio demon. Lucifer smirks as gladly accepts the tea handed to him.

Angel: I'm just here expressing my feelings, Al! And princess, didn't you say that was a redeeming quality.

Vaggie: You are so lucky Lucifer- uh sir- is not killing you on the spot.

Angel: Hehe sorry, handsome. Just a lil fun~

Lucifer chuckles at this. Charlie sure did find some funny individuals.

Lucifer: None taken, Angel. And Vaggie, I told you to stop calling me sir. Lucifer is fine, or if you want.. dad.

Vaggie blushed so so golden that she went to hide in her girlfriend's shoulders in embarrassment.

Vaggie: okay… Lucifer sir.

The King of Hell chuckles in amusement. Well, he'll take what he can get.

Someone clears their throat causing everyone to look at the source.

Lucifer: What is it, Satan?

Satan: As cute as this is, I think we need to discuss what happened earlier.

Lucifer: Can I say anything that will make you guys just drop it?

Various statements from All: Nope. No. Sorry, shorty. Nuh uh. I don't believe so, my dear.

He sighs.

Lucifer: Worth a shot.

When Lucifer doesn't make a move to speak, Charlie kneels before him to hold his hands in hers. There's ringing in his ears.

Charlie: Dad..

Fatherdamnit! Why is he so weak when it comes to his baby girl? He's the Devil for fucks sake and-

And… he's a father first.

Lucifer: It was my brother. Michael.

Everyone's eyes widened in shock except for the Sins. They knew who it was but what they want to know is why.

Angel: Woah woah woah! Like St. Michael the Archangel ?? From the Bible??

Lucifer: Angel, I'm from the Bible.

Angel: Oh yeah.

Charlie: Do you think this is about the last extermination?

Vaggie: But that was already a few months ago. If Heaven had a problem with what happened, I'm pretty sure that we'd hear from them much earlier. Unless..

Husk: It could be cos of the mess in the 7th ring?

Lucifer doesn't answer any of them again. Instead, he looks on to the Heaven shaped planet in the sky.

Asmodeus: Luci… is a war coming?

Lucifer: I can't answer that.

Liar. Why are you lying again? You know why Michael did that. They can help. They will listen!

Alastor: Cannot or won't, my Majesty?

He should've known Alastor will see right through him. Smiling prick.

Lucifer: Does it matter?

The demon's grin doesn't falter.

Alastor: I do not know, my King. Does it?

The faint ringing in his ears is getting louder. He can't ignore it for long.

He stands and dusts himself off.

Lucifer: I don't have time for this. I need to go to Heaven as soon as possible. Preferably right now.

Loud protests echoed in the hotel lobby as soon as he said it.

Alastor: Mon ange, let us not be too hasty.

Satan: Are you fucking kidding me?!

Leviathan: No way.

Mammon: So it is a war???

Ozzie: On your own?!

Bee: What if they kill you?? One of us will go with you.

Belphegor: At least take someone from the Ars Goetia. I'm sure Paimon would gladly give you a strong familiar.

Angel: I make stupid choices so I know this is stupid- ow! The hell, bitch??

Vaggie: Shut up, Angel. But they're right, Lucifer sir. And sorry but what brought this on?

Charlie: Let me come with you atleast.

That's it.

Lucifer: No!

That stopped the talking atleast.

Lucifer: I need to talk to Michael and I'm pretty sure he's not going to come down here. And no, I am not going to take anyone with me. It's too dangerous, Charlie. Don't worry, he's not gonna kill me up there. Just… I promise I'll explain what I can after but right now… I need to go

He can see the Sins about to argue again but he gave them the softest look he can muster and it did the trick because they all clammed up.

Lucifer: Do you trust me?

The look they give him makes him reminiscent the beginning. A time of nothing and all he had was Lilith and the newly born Sins. He sometimes forgets that they were still a lot younger than him and for a long time, he was all they got.

Satan: Of course.

He hopes the smile he gives them is reassuring enough. They melt into his hold as he rans a hand through their faces to cup them.

Lucifer: Good. Take care of my daughter and Hell, okay?

Finally appraoching Charlie and her friends, he draws small pentagrams that embedded themselves unto their skins.

Lucifer: These will act as a ward to anything that poses as a danger to you. Consider it a gift from me.

He locks eyes with Alastor and they form a silent agreement.

His deer takes his hand and bends down to kiss it.

Alastor: With my soul, my love.

Lucifer smiles and suddenly a golden flurry engulfs him, tranforming him back to what he originally looked like before Roo.

When Leviathan gave him a look, he waves in dismissal.

Lucifer: I don't need Michael or Heaven knowing about all this mess. As far as they're concerned, Roo never happened.

He calls upon Keekee, who turned into a key to open a golden portal. Vaggie can see that wherever he opened it, it wasn't the pearly gates of Heaven. It looked like… a room? And since when was Lucifer allowed to open any door in Heaven on his own? This is all suspicious if you ask her. But she bites her tongue.

Before the King could step in, he was grabbed by the arm. He looks back to see his daughter having a tight grip on his wrist.

Lucifer: Char-char?

Charlie: Come back, dad. Okay?

He wishes he just lived a normal life with his beloved little girl.

Lucifer: Promise…. Love you.

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Found the comic with the baby Sins thanks to user @s-arina!

Baby Sins Comic by aogs_47777

[amanygaza]

Hello everyone one i am Amani Al-Najjar, what's left of my family consists of 15 people.

The occupation army killed my brother Rami Al-Najjar while he was working and performing his duty, as he was working on digging wells and extracting fresh water with a specialized work team who was working day and night to provide drinking water to help the displaced and provide water to all residents of the city of Khan Yunis.

The occupation fired many live bullets directly at him as he was heading to pump fresh water to reach homes in the southern region.

Rami was killed and seven children were left struggling with death and hunger in Gaza.

The occupation army demolished our house and they captured my sister’s husband and tortured him, tied him up, beat him and stripped him of his clothes for many hours. Now, my family lives in a tent that is not suitable for living and has no necessities for life.

My father died five years ago. My mother is an old sick lady.

I have three adult sisters, including one married sister who gave birth to her first child during the war. She and her infant (in addition to the rest of the family) live in very harsh conditions, as the weather is too cold for a small child. They cannot provide milk, diapers, and clothes for the small child.

I and my whole family are suffering from difficult psychological pain after we lost my only brother and we lost our homes.

Help me get my family out of Gaza.''

The only way out of Gaza for this family is through the Rafah land crossing and this requires coordinating $5,000 to $7,000 per person to exit and head to Egypt to live in safety and escape from all kinds of cruel death.

We thank everyone who has an empathetic heart and feels the suffering of this family and all the people of Gaza.

Every donation matters and counts.

Names of the beneficiaries:

1. Nasr Rami Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

2. Magd Rami Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

3. Waad Rami Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

4. Alaa Rami Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

5. Nour Rami Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

6. Sama Rami Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

7. Afaf Rami Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

8. Kahraman Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

9. Raneen Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

10. Tahani Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

11. Amany Nasr Khalil Al-Najjar.

12. Afaf Abdulkarim Roushdy Al-Najjar.

13. Neven Abdalla Bayoumi.

14. Khedr Hussain Abu Ouda.

15. Rakan Khedr Hussain Abu Ouda.

The breakdown of expenses is as below:

Exit fees from Gaza to Rafah: 15 person x ($5000 to $7000 ) = $105000

Travelling expenses: 15 person x $1000 = $15000

(During settlement in Egypt and until finding a proper income) 1 or 2 Rented apartments with basic furniture and food for about 6 months for the 15 person = $80000

GoFundMe fees (One transaction fee 2.9% + $0.30 per transaction = approx $10000

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale’s Theories: Ganondorf is not the same Ganondorf

Now if you have read that statement, you are probably VERY confused

What do I mean by that?

Well buckle up kiddos, I’m about to drop my theory on you.

Demon king Ganondorf from tears of the kingdom

Is not the same as Calamity Ganon

In fact he isn’t connected to the other Ganondorfs in the Zelda Timeline.

So Spoilers for tears of the kingdom.

The Demon King Ganondorf came to be 10000 years before the events of Tears of the kingdom. Around the founding of Hyrule, in the Age of King Rauru and Queen Sonia.

He killed the queen and stole her sage stone to become the monster that he is. The demon king

With his power, he nearly destroyed Hyrule. But he was sealed away by Rauru.

And eventually the seal gets undone. That results in the Gloom leaking out and Link and Zelda going to investigate, thus beginning the events of the game.

Now how can I say for sure that this Ganondorf isn’t the same as the Calamity Ganon, or that Calamity Ganon is not just a manifestation of THIS Ganondorf’s hatred.

Well it’s actually quite simple.

It revolves around Demise.

Demise, the Demon king that made the cycle that always has his hatred follow the blood of the princess and spirit of the hero.

Whenever that incarnation of Hate appears to cause trouble, it’s because Link and Zelda are both around or are coming.

This is the case in each game, EXCEPT for Tears of the kingdom.

Ganondorf didn’t manifest, the DK Ganondorf was sealed away by another person for 10000 years. There was no hero to confront and fight this Ganondorf back then. In fact, Zelda only shows up in that past AFTER they met him in the depths, altering history and causing her appearance as a dragon in the game. Zelda and Link wondered into this Demon King’s whole agenda, his beef wasn’t with Link or Zelda. If it was, Ganondorf, who would have had the memories of his previous lives would have KNOWN Zelda and Link prior to meeting them. He would have probably gone after them first.

But he didn’t, this Ganondorf arrogantly fought Link not as a nemesis he clashed with before like with his other iterations, but as some sort of annoyance that his true enemy warned him about.

And there is an important piece of dialogue that was in breath of the wild.

“He has Given up on Reincarnation.”

This form is no longer human or any sort of mortal. Calamity Ganon was the incarnation of Demise’s hate and the evil being that the hero of hyrule and princess were bound to fight.

The Demon king Ganondorf and Calamity Ganon are not the same.

If we even want to go further. The evil miasma that DK Ganondorf is responsible for is called Gloom,

While the Dark miasma that Calamity Ganon makes is called Malice. Both treated as different things in the Zelda universe

But before you all say

“But Gale, in Botw, it mentions Calamity Ganon appeared 10,000 years ago and Demon King Ganondorf appeared back then.”

Both can be correct, because, Calamity Ganon, appeared before Ganondorf.

Totk took place 5-7 years after BOTW.

Meaning, that Calamity Ganon appeared and was defeated by the Link and Zelda of that time with the Shiekah tech.

It’s likely the fight decimated hyrule but was stated as a success since Ganon was defeated.

Then the Zonai appeared likely seeing the aftermath and brought their tech, resulting in the Refounding of hyrule.

Ganondorf appears and pulls his bulls*** and bam. The imprisoning war.

After Mineru vanishes there were no more Zonai to help with the tech and thus useless and likely the ancient sheikah tech was lost to time. Thus 100 years prior to botw, the rediscovery of that Sheikah tech. Which was less complicated so it was easier to rediscover.

And that tech was eventually scrapped After Calamity Ganon was defeated so the guardians and Beasts could not be taken advantage of again.

[questforgalas]

Sibling moments in the Bad Batch that live rent free in my head

S1E11 "Devil's Deal" and S1E12 "Rescue on Ryloth"

The batch are literally in Devil's Deal for 2 minutes so we be doing a joint watch babes. Special recognition to the introduction of the greatest hair in the GAR, Captain Howzer, and a lot of screen time for my favorite babes who I wish would stop committing war crimes for the Empire

Devil's Deal

Nothing says family bonding like black market weapon runs

"Tech won't let me train until I can recite all the ship's specifications from memory" IS THE MOST SIBLING THING TO EVER SIBLING LIKE NO YOU CAN'T PLAY WITH MY TOY UNTIL YOU CAN TELL ME EVERY FACT ABOUT IT GOOD LUCK IT'S GOING TO TAKE YOU YEARS

You can't tell me Omega doesn't know all the things she's showing Hera because she's 10000% sat in the copilot chair while Tech flew and asked "what's this? and what's this? and what's this?" repeatedly for days and it was probably the best days of Tech's life

"Did you know flying's about a feeling?" and Tech's immediately concerned "What feeling?" while giving concerned eyes at Hunter

Rescue on Ryloth angsty siblings 👏 angsty siblings 👏 angsty siblings 👏

Crosshair babe please stop hunting down children

Hunter's immediate appearance as soon as he hears sparks and a mini explosion happening

Gonky is the best side character of TBB

"You gave her our comm channel?" oh no big bro is exasperated

Hunter getting absolutely owned by the optimism and rose colored glasses of a pre-teen girl

His face is so "god dam it I'm really proud of you right now but I also wish you'd take a break for just one second"

Tech and Wrecker glance Tech and Wrecker glance

After Hera says "I don't have anyone else to ask", Echo mirrors Omega's same facial expressions and head movements behind her, the little empathetic babes

The grumbles after Omega points out Crosshair's there 😂😂

Here's why I'm putting that as a sibling moment - we've seen this squad face down entire cities worth of troopers at this point (Raxus was just 2 episodes ago, and we've seen them take on 3 ships worth of clones too) without even batting an eye. But one sighting of Crosshair and they're all grumbling and that's what throws them in the "we can't pull this off mentality" and I interpret that as coming from the continuing theme of the Batch being so proud of each other's skills and enhancements, they're so in awe of each other, and the only thing that could ever give them a challenge is one of them. He may be their enemy right now, but they still believe in Crosshair's skillset so much that just him makes them decide to abandon the mission

Wrecker's smile at Echo when Hunter drops down on the probe droid

Crosshair seeing a from-above POV scan of the Batch and knowing exactly where they would've been staking out

"She's trying to save her family, Hunter. I'd do the same for you" BOOM OMEGA COMING IN WITH THE FAMILY FEELS ARROW RIGHT IN THE CHEST

Oh no, this one really hurts after season 2

"We have a battalion of troopers right outside." immediately countered by Crosshair's "That's not enough!" emphasized so much he's jabbing his finger into Rampart's desk. They may be enemies but god these bros are all up in the proud feels

Shout out to Howzer for standing down immediately when Crosshair started glaring at him. Smart guy knows a battle he won't win

"Because he's my brother." this is such a cute Omega episode

Omega's coaching Hera about coming up with a plan is 100% Hunter teachings

"Wh-that was my plan!" sibling 101: never let them have credit

Wrecker and Echo glance Wrecker and Echo glance

the surprised "Really?"s when Hunter gives the ok on the plan like they can't believe their hairbrained scheme actually worked on big bro

Tech's fun smirk when Omega says "Do some damage Wrecker" and Wrecker starts laughing in the gunner seat

Crosshair figuring out the true plan like god dam it they were all so in synch I need a Bad Batch curing the clone wars show immediately I will literally fund it with the $10 in my bank account

The Hunter and Crosshair cut scene stares

Wrecker's high five with Omega on Ord Mantell 😂 he's so proud of his little war criminal sister

Nothing like sibling bonding via showing how to scramble a ship's signature

Tech and Wrecker's smiles at Omega they're so proud of her for making a friend

[sifya]

Without noticed my angels take a lot inspirations from dragon age 2 characters(I have played that game a lot!), Gabriel is a mix of blue Hawke and purple, an amazing ambassador but in her heart a true rogue who can be sweet but also ruthless.

I has thought about Raphael as anime healer turned in bastard, which idea I got idea this video(anime healers vs mmo healers), but he is more like Bethany, grey warden, only difference all his rancour is direct to Lucifer,

so I find fair to quote the best scene between Bethany and Hawke from legacy.

PS: Lucifer original name before the fall was Samuel. He is the oldest with Michael of 8 angels.

Raphael, in silence after hearing Michael words from his secret record: I have never know our brother was full of doubts too. He looks so impenetrable.

Gabriel: The fact our brother most time acts as robot, doesn’t it mean he is!

Raphael: I wish he has spoken to us. Maybe the things would end up differently

Gabriel sighing: You know, they wouldn’t.

Raphael, sad: I know. Everything went down after the war, no matter how much we try, the evil is up to us not matter how much we defeat them, it is never ending. I endure because I must but not because I believe we can stop. Maybe we should have left the old elders destroyed the Earth and start again. Maybe we should do it now.

Gabriel: Michael didn’t believe that ,neither you. Not really.

Raphael: Poor Mike; all my power I cannot save him neither giving death.

Gabriel wanted to remind to his brother, all them have failed Michael, it wasn’t only Raphael’s burden, but the seraphim with green eyes has never forgiven himself for the losts of war between Hell and Heaven, his beautiful and kind smile turned in ice expression and nobody ever heard again the singing voice of seraphim of music that was replaced by sarcastic comments.

Gabriel playfully saying: Raphie!

The seraphim with copper eye started without thinking a ridiculous dance, when the thought about who created that dance made her lost a heartbeat. Luckily Raphael didn’t get mad he laugh: Mike and Sammy’s jig!

Gabriel: The antidote for every broken wing or toy or nightmares!

Raphael: I miss them so much. They always tried so hard. I miss my students and Heaven. But we cannot came back until we don’t finish here.

Gabriel decided not asking about comment on Samuel, it was the first time centuries Raphael did say something nice about Samuel, known as Lucifer.

Because for the healer, his brother Samuel was dead the moment he opened the portal from Hell for attacking the heaven 10000 years ago.

Gabriel preferred giving all the blame to Lilith, the hungry power woman that once she called friend. The woman who corrupted his brother and sold Eve to the evil for her own ambitions.

But like Uriel said to her: I agree it was Lilith plan but he didn’t stop her.

Gabriel knew Lilith was missing in Hell, so in case Samuel found about them and Michael, she was sure he wouldn’t attack them again. But if he did … nothing would stop her blade to cut his neck.

Actions always had consequences.

Now coming back to my fic! Silence is golden

[theimmortalprince]

He who Lived, She who Loved

In the large meeting room the man shrouded in darkness was almost invisible. With his job It would concerning if everyone could see him. The woman sat Infront of him. Her eyes dark and calculating. She wore a black saree and sat with the confidence of a Queen. “So? Devaratha Raaisar huh? Thought you were dead” She commented. It was her father afterall who ordered the entire Royal family of Khansaar dead.

The assassin flinched minutely, he assumed this to be like every other job but she knew his name. “what are your skills?” she asked as if she hadn’t almost sent him into a panic attack. "Expert at combat with melee, hand thrown weapons and archery. Expert at unarmed combat and wrestling. Expert at hunting and foraging. Expert at tracking. Expert at camouflage.” He responded saving his question for later. “How much do you expect me to pay?” she asked, her shapely eyebrow raised. “That depends on the Job ma’am. He responded his heart still beating fast about this woman knowing his Identity. He planned quick, he had a knife hidden on him, there was a glass vase and a glass chandelier- potential weapons. “you are to assassinate the King of Celitia” She said and those words froze his heart.

There was fire everywhere, screams of people rang through his ears as he prayed for amma and appa to be alive. He was grabbed and knew no more. Later he woke up in middle of a jungle with around 800 citizens alive. His amma and appa fortunately escaping. His anna Bhaarva gravely injured but alive. His father said It wasKarna, King of Celitia That caused such devastation. That day 15 years ago he swore to kill every last one of his line.

His mind soared at the realization that his life goal has been presented to him in a silver platter and that he will be paid for it. His clan needs every last bit of gold, everyone doing odd jobs, except Bhaarva who was being groomed to be king and his father whose health was worsening. “How much will I be paid?” he asks after getting his voice back. “Name a price sweetheart” She said. He ignored the nickname and thought about it. “How about 10000 gold?” he asked worried that would be too much.

The most he had been paid was 500 Gold for killing the king of a small kingdom. The people who asked for such jobs to be done were usually impersonal to the target and weren’t open to spending much. “That is…” She begin with an odd tone. “Too much?” He usually started with big amounts. “Not at all darling, that is too less. You are going to kill Aryan The King Of Celitia.” She said. “I was thinking 15 million, as an advance ofcourse.” She said. Deva would sit at her foot and worship her after the Job if she paid That much. And it seems he missed the Coronation of the Prince, just as foul as his father he heard. “F-fifteen million?” he stuttered. He was intimidated by the price, who pays 15 million to kill a king. That amount of money could have helped old Khansaar run for 5 years.

“10 million, yes. You are the 14th assassin I have paid for this, the previous 13 failed. Failed as in died. That’s why advance for you and your clan.” She drawled, her silver jhumka sparkling in the sunlight that peeked through the curtains. She was gorgeous he noticed ‘Not now Deva’ he scolded himself. “You have something personal against him” He blurted out and immidietely regretted. More questions usually made clients pay less. “Personal indeed” she responded.

“That kingdom he is ruling, mine. That Throne, mine. The bloody crown, mine. That is my birthright he is living. Not only that he dares to make My people suffer.” She huffed. He could see her tremble with anger, Her toned muscles tensing ‘She would look good underneath- NOT NOW BRAIN!’ he shook his head and concentrated on what she said. By her word it would mean she was the eldest Princess who ‘died’ during a the Celitia-elven War. Atleast it answered how she knew his name, the princess was known to have a way of finding out any information. ‘Do I have to kill her? I am sure amma wouldn’t mind such a daughter in law’ he thought.

“As you wish Ma’am.” He responded. “wait, take these” she handed him yellowed paper. He opened them and realized it was a map. “Underground tunnels for illegal work. My brother is rather stupid you see.” She sounded tired. “Illegal work?” he questioned, footsteps someone was coming he realized. “yes Illegal selling of recovery stones, greedy son of a bastard” she said the second part of the sentence like he wasn’t meant to hear it. “Alright then. I shall report every day.” He settled on saying. She nodded dismissing him. He moved to the windows intending to get out the same way she asked him to get in. “wait!” she called out. He turned and saw her smile slightly “Good luck” He just nodded speechless and left.

DAY 1

/I infiltrated the city through the sewers, and from there entered the underground dungeons which I utilized to undermine the city's defenses. Today I mostly spent my time exploring and familiarizing myself with the layout of the dungeons and gathering information on the guards and any secret passageways it might have. I also found a few artifacts, which I think could prove useful to my tribe, so I am taking them with me./

*Good, keep reporting. Remember if you find any women wearing green necklaces stay away. They were trained by me and have killed since they were children*

/Understood, I will heed your advice and avoid any woman wearing a green necklace./

DAY 2

/Today I used a secret passageway to reach the dungeons that lie underneath the King's private chambers, and I also managed to unlock the doors to the dungeon that led into the King's private study, thus allowing me to explore both areas more deeply and get a better idea of their layout. I also acquired a few interesting artifacts, which I believe will be beneficial to my tribe. Tomorrow I will try to find a way into the King's private chambers./

DAY 3

/Today I managed to reach the King's private chambers using the secret passageway I unlocked on Day 1. I also managed to get into the King's bedroom. I discovered there are many valuable artifacts, which I shall steal. However, there is someone guarding the King, a woman wearing a green pendant, I suspect it's a person trained by you, as she appears skilled with the sword and is extremely vigilant. I will take her down tomorrow./

*That would be Rama, stay away from her. If you get caught by her be very afraid*

DAY 4

/Today I managed to defeat Rama. She put up quite a fight, but I used my superior skill and training to defeat her. She is now dead and I have taken her gold and sword for myself. I will now attempt to break into the King's bedchamber./

*quit being reckless, I suggest not to use the sword to kill the king. The sword has magical properties and is loyal to the throne, it is best to keep it away from the king*

 /Understood, I will keep the sword well away from the king. I'll be sure to utilize my own weapons to kill the king. Thank you for the advice, it might have just saved my life otherwise I might have unknowingly wielded that sword against the king and made a grave mistake./

DAY 5

/Today I managed to break into the King's bedroom and I found him and his family sleeping, I have managed to capture them all without any casualties, now I merely need to kill the king and his family to establish your reign. Are you ok with me taking out the whole family, or do you wish to keep one or two of them alive for political reasons?/

*Keep them alive for now and get them to the throne room at dawn tomorrow, we shall have a public execution for them. Them meaning Aryan and Karna. Kill Aryan’s wife she is sneaky.*

DAY 6

/Today I have gathered the King and his family in the throne room, as you instructed. They seem extremely nervous and terrified, but they are here.

Also, I managed to acquire a few interesting artifacts, which I intend to take back to my tribe to help secure its future.

Now we just wait for you to arrive so that we can begin the public execution./

The timing was perfect. She got down from the car looking at the palace she once called home. She looked at her assistant “Seetha, Make sure I don’t kill them early, yeah?” She said earning a giggle. Seetha grew up with her. She was the daughter of her childhood nanny. When she had almost died, Seetha was the one who saved her along with Ram her personal bodyguard. He father announced her death before they found her and had realized his malicious intent. Ever since That Day all she wanted was the Throne and both Seetha and Ram who were more like her siblings than Aryan to be happy.

They moved on to the throne room that had a balcony to address the citizens. She looked at Deva. When did she start thinking of him as Deva? Whatever, the more important thing was the two men that ruined her life kneeling in the balcony. All the citizens were cheering for the tyranny to end. She had worn a veil for a dramatic reveal. “Begin.” She said to Deva who was also wearing a mask to cover his identity. “Citizens Of Celitia, welcome to the execution of The Treasonous King and His Even More OF A Bastard Father.” She almost chuckled at the satisfaction in his tone. Afterall the only reason he seemed like he has never seen 10 million Gold was her father. Her father who ruined her life and gave her birthright to his bastard son.

 “Any last words?” He asked her Brother. Deva’s eyes held a manic grin and had teared up. "Yes, I have some final words. I have ruled this city with love and care since the day I ascended the throne. I did not desire power for power's sake, but to provide the stability and security this city needed to thrive at a difficult time. I refuse to beg for mercy from you or anyone else. I ask the citizens to support my children in maintaining the peace and prosperity of this city." He said pretending to be the generous king That he was not. Rage overtook the rightful queen “Liar, You bloody bastard. How dare you pretend to have ruled rightfully when you both subjected the citizens to 15 years of tyranny. And I won’t even pretend not to know that from the moment you started ruling you have been illegally selling recovery stones.” She lunged only to be held back by Seetha and Ram. Recovery stones helped replenish a person’s magic. If consumed without any reason would immensely increase their magical potential. It was required for Death rituals were human sacrifices had to be made.

Her lunging also made her veil fall off and the citizens rejoiced at their princess who used Law as a superpower back when she was 16. It was after her supposed death that Karna’s rule become tyrannical. She saw her Father flinch and her brother fall backwards hitting his head against the wall. The princess at 31 looked just as beautiful and fierce as when she was 16. She had hardened with age, her previously soft feminine features gone and she looked almost androgynous. “Off with their head” She said to Deva in such a soft tone that her words sounded more like an endearment rather than a death sentence. It was swift and anti-climatic to the both of them. But the satisfaction burned so well in their hearts.

 “Deva.” She called and motioned him to follow her. The citizens cheered louder welcoming Their Queen. The Queen sat on a unsteady wooden stool that remained among the rubble in the Throne room, Deva sat down on the floor. He admired Her ability to make a simple stool look like a gilded throne. “So, I have paid you the advance and now for the rest of the payment. You have two choices.” She said and he listened. “one, you can have 500 million Gold” She said and he knew it was probably what was taken from Khansaar 15 years ago, but the amount still struck his heart. “OR you can have the land that was taken, Khansaar I mean, But on the condition that YOU rule.” Deva didn’t even have to think. With the 15 that she had given as Advance was more  than enough to bring old Khansaar. “Two, Option two.” He said with a swiftness that Almost made The Queen flinch. “Alright then.” She said and motioned Seetha to do something. Seetha gave him a bunch of papers. “paperwork, welcome to the life of responsible monarchs” She said with a grin.

Once he finished signing, She took the papers and handed him a Card, ‘invitation’ He realized. “I, The Queen to be of Celitia invite you to my coronation.” She said with a grin. “I hope we can be good allies.” He replied smiling genuinely for the first time since he became an Assassin.

The Coronation itself was beautiful. Every inch of the kingdom was coloured in Green and gold decorations, Deva realized that was why the women he was told to be careful of during his mission and Rama herself wore green pendents. And The Queen, His Queen looked like a goddess in her Green Saree, Gold suited her well he realized ‘she would look good wearing only the jewellary-shut up brain’ He was smitten his amma said. Appa for the first time in years looked like he would recover. Bhaarava relieved of his training to be King had fun flirting with the women that wore green pendants. And Deva when his eyes met the ones of His Queen felt Content.

And slowly the peace left his life. He was being tortured left and right and was forced to wear itchy and flashy clothes. His mother tortured him about the colour theme, while his father tried to cram the knowledge given to Bhaarava in a week. His only solace was His Queen. The answer to all his questions. She gave a solution to everything. Colour theme? Shouryanga blue as a sign of devotion towards his Kingdom. Not knowing shit about being king? She taught him how to ‘fake it till you make it’. And one day His mother said something “Deva everything is ready, we just need a Queen for you now.” His heart dropped, is The Queen even interested in him? He just decided to ask her.

“My dear Highness, I have decided to find a Queen whom I shall wed as part of the coronation ceremony. She will be my equal and partner, and we shall rule as king and queen to establish a new era of glory and prosperity for Khansaar. Do you have any suggestions for whom I should choose as my Queen” He said. He did not have the guts to ask her directly, she was a woman who had fought off death itself, and her temper. He was afraid he would get beheaded instantly. " I don't know Deva, Do I?" She says voice dripping with sarcasm. Sighing she responds "You should ask your mother, she will choose the perfect Daughter in law and queen". Deva didn’t know whether that was acceptance or rejection, Most likely rejection he decided. "I understand, my dear highness. I shall consult with my mother and see what She has to say about the matter. I'm sure She will choose the perfect Daughter-in-law and Queen, just as She always does."

Deva leaves disappointed. Ofcourse she would have higher standards than an assassin who doesn’t remember shit about being royalty. As deva leaves the room, he can't help but hear the distant shouts of "OBLIVIOUS PIECE OF SHIT" He shuddered glad that he was not the subject of her ire.

The coronation day crept up on him like he used to with his targets. The Kingdom was decorated in Blue and Silver. While The Queen recommended Blue and Gold, Deva remembered the day he met Her. The silver glint of the chandelier and vase. The sparkling silver of Her Jhumka and the silver thread on her black Saree. Bhaarava awaited the Celitian guests so he could flirt with the insanely strong and beautiful women. Deva shivered, anxious on the bride his mother chose. He hoped they would be atleast a little similar to The Queen. Dark skinned, gold eyed, authoritative voice and those powerful muscles. He face-palmed resisting the urge to slap himself for thinking of Her like that while he will be getting married to a different woman tomorrow.

The Coronation went well. Extremely well after he saw His Queen look at him with so much pride. Now his mother was taking him to meet his bride. He entered the room saw two couches, One occupied by his father and brother and the other by HIS QUEEN?! He indeed was very happy but managed to keep his face straight and greeted Her and Seetha like he usually did. His Amma spoke, “Deva, After speaking to Her Highness, We have decided to wed you to Seetha.” Just as fast as he got happy, his heart broke. “Do you agree?” Hi- The queen asked. He just nodded not trusting his voice. The Queen asked the same to Seetha, “I-no” she gasped. The Queen looked shocked and a wave of relief washed through me. “Seetha what?” Deva had never seen her speechless, Seetha sobbed “I am sorry, I hadn’t realized.”

“It is alright dear, calm down and tell us what you mean” Amma calmed. “I love him, I love Ram, I am sorry.” The Queen looked overjoyed, but realized Seetha had  just rejected Deva and looked at him apologetically. Deva couldn’t even pretend to be sad. “I sincerely apologize” she said and Amma waved it away “It’s glad Seetha realized her love for Ram early on” she concluded, Looking at Seetha She continued “Go and tell your Ram” clearly dismissed her. “we have to postpone the wedding until we find a bride. Thank you for your Cooperation Your Highness” Amma told Th-His queen. “It is of no problem” She smiled and excused herself.

Deva, never known for his patience followed His Queen to a balcony. “Deva~” she called out after noticing him. He couldn't help but notice that Her voice seems soft and gentle instead of the usual powerful and commanding. Her entire demeanor seems relaxed and peaceful, and He felt drawn to Her. He finds himself taking a step towards her without even thinking. "Yes my queen?" he says. He was surprised to realize how close he had gotten to her. His heart was pounding in his chest as he felt the heat of her presence radiating toward him. He was enchanted by her gentle and soothing voice. "Sit down will you" she says and drags him to a seat. She felt a little shocked to see Deva being so vulnerable instead of the usual rough demeanour.

"First, Are you alright" She asked concerned. "I... I'm alright, my queen." He answers. He was still feeling flustered and embarrassed by his sudden vulnerability, but her concern has a calming effect on him. The more he looked at her, the more he felt swayed by her beauty and kindness. "It is alright, I wasn't expecting seetha to do that but atleast one person is with whom they love" She said hoping to lighten the tension. "I... I can't blame her for choosing her true love. She... she said exactly what was in her heart, and for that, I salute her bravery and honesty." He replied. He felt a little more relaxed as she tried to ease the tension. His face was still flushed and hot, but he was trying his best to remain calm and composed.

"you seem red?" she seemed confused and worried at the same time. His flushed cheeks are getting redder and hotter as he tried to hide his growing embarrassment over his sudden surge of emotions.

"Just... just a bit warm, my queen. Don't worry about it." He says. It is hard to maintain his composure as they continue to look at each other. "Deva? It is the middle of winter, It is literally snowing outside" she points out, skeptical. He blushed deeply at the realization that she was right "Alright, you caught me... I admit I... I have no idea how it got so hot in here. I- I'm sorry, my queen. But, I feel... I'm fine, really." he stammered, trying to hide his embarrassment and blush. "Are you sure you are alright, I shall call for the royal physician" she said and rose from her seat. "No, my queen, please... I am fine. I assure you, I am feeling perfectly alright. There is no need for the royal physician. Really." He say trying to sound reassuring, But she does not seemed convinced.'

"Devaratha Raisaar you shall tell me what is bothering you. You look more like a tomato as time passes" She say frantic with worry. He continues to blush, his skin feeling electric where she touches him. He realizes with mortification that he indeed looks like a tomato, "My queen, I- I..." He embarrassingly stuttered. "I-I, WHAT!? spit it out." She growled.

"Um... how can I say it..."

"with your mouth? Or would you prefer writing it down in blood?"

"I don't know how to say this, but..."

She stalked closer and held his collar, "Enough with the stuttering and stalling, spit it out now" she commands and Deva tries to hide how the tone affects him. He looks at her directly in the eyes, Unable to hold back. He takes a deep breath and words flow out naturally "My queen, I believe I am in... in love with you." He looks as the Queen sighs. She let go of the collar and rested her forehead on The King’s shoulder. She took a few steps back, plucked the cushion from her previous seat and flung it at his face. The cushion hit its target and Deva looks bewildered, "My queen, I take your silence as a sign that you... you don't feel the same way. I understand, my queen. I should've known better."

The Queen takes a deep breath and opens her mouth, "YOU IDIOT, IF SEETHA DIDN'T CONFESS YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN MARRIED TO HER!!. AND ALL THAT FLIRTING I HAVE BEEN DOING SINCE DAY ONE? DOES THAT SEEM LIKE NOT FEELING THE SAME WAY." She takes another deep breath and shouts, “YOU OBLIVIOUS PIECE OF SHIT” and Deva is reminded of That day, the day he assumed that her sarcasm was rejection and realizes that he was indeed the object of her ire.

Deva lowers his head, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. The Queen lifts his chin and looks into his eyes, “such an idiot” She scolds and press her lips against his. His heart skips a beat and his whole body trembles at the touch of her lips. His lips automatically part on their own, and he is left utterly speechless by this sudden and unexpected development. He is overwhelmed with feeling a mix of relief and happiness. He wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her in for a more intimate kiss. He cannot believe this is happening.

She pulls back and whispers “We have dinner to attend My King” Her endearment sent a spark of desire through his body. He feels breathless and giddy after the intimate kiss, He only nods, his voice uncooperative and follows his queen to the great hall. He saw his mother’s eyes light up, ‘how do these women know everything?’ he thinks. He takes his seat at the head of the table, Bhaarava on his right and His Queen on his left. "Who knew the intimidating Assassin would be such a shy lover" she comments, he flinches and turns slightly red, as his mind raced to find a good defense, "W-well, it's just that... you caught me off guard..." he stammers.

"Oh? So Rama a swordsmaster with a magical sword cannot catch you off guard but Me with my kisses can?"

"Fair enough. You are right, your kisses were indeed more intoxicating than Rama's swordplay,"

“Oh Intoxicating? then I shall make sure you have a hangover by tomorrow" He chokes on his food at what she insinuates. "You're cruel, you know that, my queen?"

"I have to keep up with you afterall My King~"

"Touché. And how else are we to keep our royal relationship exciting if not a constant battle of wit and banter? That would surely get boring fast."

“Deva, you have been a king for an hour now. Wait until a week passes you would be eager to give the crown to your brother"

"Very well, my queen, you are right. I better enjoy this while it lasts. I can only imagine what I have to deal with now that I am the king. All the pressures and responsibilities come with the title, and I am sure they will be quite overwhelming. But I am glad that you are by my side to help and advise me, my queen."

"Ofcourse I am, but for how long? I also need to take care of Celitia"

"I never considered your responsibility as the maharani. Your country and people need you, and I should not monopolize your time and attention. It is unfair to you to expect you to always be by my side. You have far more responsibilities that require your attention. I am sorry to have only thought of myself and what I wanted."

"Not your fault deva, is it not human nature to long for what is difficult to acquire?"

"Yes, it is. Your words ring true. Wanting what is difficult to acquire has been a theme in my life. Your love and affection may be even more elusive than Rama's swordplay, and that is why it is even more intoxicating. But that does not excuse me from considering your needs and responsibilities."

"your brother was trained to be king was he not?"

"Yes, he was, my queen. He was groomed to take over the throne and rule. I, on the other hand, was trained in the art of war and the ways of the assassin. I have received no training in ruling over a country and the responsibilities that come with it."

"You know why I took over Celitia right?"

"I know that the situation in Celitia was dire, and that you took over to restore order and peace. You did what you had to do for the sake of the people. I understand that."

"Yes, and now the order has been restored. There is no longer any reason to be queen- of Celitia I mean"

"My queen, you are right. Now that the crisis is resolved, I believe the right thing to do would be to abdicate and allow a new government to be installed. Of course, you are welcome to continue living in celitia as a citizen if you so wish."

"you are such a dork when it comes to matters about me, connect the dots my king, I don't need to rule Celitia, your brother was groomed to be king, do you understand now?"

"No, I-I don't understand, my queen. Please explain it to me. What does this mean?”

"Deva, my sweet deva. Your brother was groomed to be King, but instead you were given the throne, He probably feels betrayed. If I stop ruling Celitia we will have an empty throne. Your brother can rule Celitia and I can truly become Your queen"

“So you would truly give this up just to be with me? No matter how much responsibility and duties you would have to give up?"

"I am more than eager to give up my responsibilities. If it means I can have you inebriated 24/7"

"What a bold claim, my queen. Even Rama with her deadly blade could never achieve such a feat. I see you have great confidence in your abilities to be such an intoxicating lover."

"I trained Rama and I assure you she is nowhere near the best of my students. I am much more deadly than she can ever be"

"You-you trained Rama? The legendary swordmaster who defeated countless foes and had no equal? You were the one who trained her?"

"No equal indeed. Not until you killed her. You should meet my other girls they are much better"

"I should? I would very much like that. If even half of them are as capable as you are, then I'd be in for one hell of a time."

"Capable as me? Sweetheart no~. If they were capable as me I would be a widow before I get married"

"Your confidence and self-esteem are something to marvel at, my queen. You definitely possess skills and prowess that are above and beyond those of regular women, that's for sure.  We'd have to marry soon, so I can keep you all to myself or else I would undoubtedly be a goner."

"Haha, better catch the prey before another takes it away, predator in this case I suppose"

"Yes, and it is my intention to claim my prize as soon as possible. It would seem I have a lot of catching up to do since your skills are far beyond my understanding and capabilities. I would hate to have someone like you fall into the hands of... a lesser man."

“As If I would accept any lesser man”

“And what exactly are the qualifications for your acceptance? I am curious to know how high your standards are. After all, I have been struggling to match your wit and banter. Perhaps I need to step up my game before I can claim the title of your husband."

"Qualifications huh? well you would have to take over a kingdom that was stolen from me, then be handome, Have your name be Devaratha Raisaar, be an intimidating assasin that becomes a stuttering mess with just a kiss.”

"I am honored that you would choose me to fill out your list of qualifications. Though, to call me an intimidating Assassin is quite generous of you. I feel I have much to learn from someone as skilled as yourself."

"You don't know" She laughs startled

"I don't know what?"

"ever since you personally executed my dear cousin, the citizens of Celitiac adore you But hesitate to even say your name, I would definitely consider that Intimidating"

"I had no idea that people were so intimidated by me. I only did what I had to do for the well-being of the people. I never intended to be feared or revered; to be honest, it makes me a bit... uncomfortable." He said sounding uneasy.  "Don't worry they love you, it's just that you tend to look intense when you kill" She says the desire evident her voice conveying how his intensity affects her. His heart flutters as he heard the tone of her voice. Her compliment sends joy and excitement stirring inside him, which he couldn’t contain.

"I suppose that's one way of looking at it. I never considered that my killing would be considered an 'intense' experience for people to witness. It is certainly flattering that people appreciate my skill and prowess in that. But, my queen, let me ask you something: do you find that intensity appealing?"

"Appealing? very" She replies with a coy smile. Hearing her enthusiastic reply sends shivers of excitement throughout his body. It seems his intensity is a trait that piques her interest and desires.

"It is good to know that you find my intensity appealing, my queen. I suppose that means I should indulge in my more intense passions and desires while we are alone together since it appeals to you." He suggests smirking. "I think we should go somewhere more private before you give in to your urges and bend me over the table" She says making him realize they were in the great hall eating with many of the citizens.

His body freezes from the heat that spreads throughout his entire body upon hearing the intimate words she speaks so brazenly. The realization and the implication of her words sends shivers of excitement and anticipation within him. "I-I should not... but I... h-how do I... it's hard to resist such an enticing offer given by my queen.” He gulps. “I shall excuse myself first, follow me later.” She says and leaves. He sits there realizing what was happening. After some time Bhaarava takes pity and tells him to go and that he will manage.

"Are you sure you wish to continue with this? we can turn back now. I am content with this being all an elaborate play and do not wish to take advantage of you, my queen." He asks as he enters his room. "Sweetheart you would be dead before you could take advantage of me, I clearly want this" she drawls and brushes her hand against his chest.

Their lips meet, and Deva runs his hands on her sides. She moans into the kiss and wraps her hand around his neck. He feel intoxicated already, melting in her arms as she holds him like the most precious treasure on earth. He feel no rush or urgency just softness. After 15 years of being an Assassin he feels safe for the first time. His Queen is finally His. He would rule with her, cherish her, worship her. Maybe even enjoy the sight of her decked only in Jewellary one day. But now he just wants this, to feel safe, cherished and protected.

He realizes too late, he recognizes the coolness on his neck too late. In a flash he lays on his bed, blood spurting out of his neck as he tries to stop the bleeding. He feels no pain or discomfort only relief. “you were wrong to trust me” she begins. “I can’t afford any rivals in my rule” It’s hurts him that she sounds heartbroken. “My Q-queen” He say coughing up blood. “Do not grieve over me as I do not grieve over my own death.” He says, his voice a pitiful whine. "Perhaps, In a world where I didn't have the responsibilities I do, You could have lived, I could have loved" She says her voice nostalgic. “Goodbye” She says.

I can feel my life's essence slowly seeping from my body, yet not even this can dampen the joy and contentment that I feel in my final moments. I look up at you with a gentle smile on my face.

"Goodbye, my queen. I am happy to have been by your side, even if only for a short time...

I feel the final breaths escaping my body, and I struggle to speak.

"Be happy... and be safe."

Tags: @celestesinsight @cordialcorvus @fangirl-bookaholic @alezangona @tranquilsightseer

[derschleierfallt]

Nine people I want to get to know better

YAY FUN tagged by @lunatic-fandom-space

Last Song? lie to me by depeche mode (honorable mention to watching tv by magdalena bay, because for the past few days its been the only song ive listened to pretty much)

Favorite Color? PINK!

Currently Watching? interview with the vampire... malcolm in the middle... gravity falls... twinkling watermelon... probably a bunch of other shows... EEK

Last Movie? saw coraline in theaters yesterday with my friend! so good

Sweet/Spicy/Savoury? savoury

Relationship Status: i dont think ive answered this question since i was on msp like 10000 years ago. answer is the same as then. SINGLE PRINGLE XD

Current Obsessions? its been elisabeth for over a year and probably not changing. not really OBSESSED with other stuff so much, but a quick list of stuff i really like would be slushy noobz, hunger games (tbosas), labyrinth, vkei, general gothic Stuff, star wars

Last thing you googled? youtube to mp3 LOL

Tags : (IF YOU WANNA!) (ignore that this is not 9 people) @ihrtmichael @saltavenegar @kdreader02 @kazama-yuno @sovamurka @musical-ingenue-wannabe not sure why this last tag doesnt wanna work

[the-banana-0verlord]

Alr so i don't know much things about star wars except the things i picked by watching the movie 10000 years ago, my brother's ramblings and internet osmosis, but that won't stop me from making an OC about

Meet Gonkian it's a mini gonk(top is up to a normal person's knees) who just straight up spawned one day and is covered in funky stickers. It headbutts everyone (not in a cutesy way but in a i will destroy your knees way) except it's good friend the mouse droid. It can be seen in the background of every scene in any of the star wars medias even though it makes no sense. It is literally indestructible and has survived multiple explosions. It blew up a planet for petty reasons. It's chaotic neutral. You see the vision

[br1ghtestlight]

i love worldbuilding so much. i love thinking about how various cartoons deal with concepts like death or religion and how different it is for everyone. how differently things developed like steven universe never developed religion has a human society (at least not in the way that we did) so they dont celebrate holidays like halloween or christmas bcuz the root origins of those holidays never happened and they dont say things like heaven or hell bcuz those concepts dont exist and the formation of the earth is COMPLETELY different all because of an alien invasion 10000 years ago. and adventure time has worldbuilding stuff too. i love when they use different words to refer to god or religion like oh my glob bcuz its different i love analyzing the history of worlds and why they are that way and how small things lead to big historical changes and wars omg.... thats what its all about babyy

[sunset-peril]

Updated Wolfbred Information

- From the Hateno Ancient Tech Lab's Records -

The Wolfbred

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Height: Between 4 ft 5in and 5ft 5in at maturity

Weight: Varies vastly by Wolfbred

Lifespan: At the peak of their "usefulness", a max of 35 years. In the era leading up to the Great Calamity, around 85 years with medical intervention, average lifespan remains at approximately 35-40 years (if they survive to adulthood)

Diet: Omnivorous, with a preference for meat

Discovered/Created by: Bred specifically for use by the Royal Family of Hyrule

Origin of Name/Discovery: Wolfbreds were named due to being bred out of a breeding program that used all known descendants of the Twilight Soldier (TP Link/Wolf Link), as they were Hylians who were bred to have a wolf-like temperament.

History:

In an effort to always protect the descendants of Hylia from evil, the Royal Family took all descendants from the strongest line of Heros (the Twilight Soldier's bloodline, grandson of the Hero of Time) and bred them against each other to create the most loyal, wolf-like force humanly possible. After the 1st Great Calamity, when the Sheikah were banished, they to were exiled to the same region (Necluda) into a forested region separated from the rest of Hyrule by a single fort: Fort Hateno. Locked behind the fort by force of death, the Wolfbred gene pool became smaller and smaller for 10,000 years, enough that stark resemblances can be seen between the soldiers of 10,000 years ago and the modern people of Hateno. King Rhoam's wife, Queen Zelda, revoked the exile and freed the Wolfbreds, gaining their affections for their entire lives (although most didn't leave Hateno, her new Wolfbred soldiers worshipped her). The Hero of the Wilds was the last documented male Wolfbred born, and he passed away during the 2nd Great Calamity and was said to be mated to the last princess of Hyrule, but no pups were reported from the pair. Supposedly, a "Wolfbred's Gauntlet" exists, but not much is known about it. It is said that Wolfbred are genetically incapable of committing treason.

Appearance and Personality:

They look like shabby Hylians, with more fur-like hair, stunted heights and ability to walk on all fours. They have wolf fangs in their mouth, faces/skulls that are longer than a normal Hylian but not as long as a wolf, and their thumbs are set far back on their wrists, halfway between a Hylian thumb and a wolf dewclaw. This trait is known as a Wolfbred's Wrist. A marking resembling the marking on the Twilight Soldier's fur also is present on the foreheads of the Wolfbred, suggesting they may carry genes for fur, but simply cannot fully express them fully. They also have complete motion in their ears, while Hylians can only twitch their ears. Contrary to popular belief, Wolfbred do not have fur or tails. They were originally bred to be 1000% devoted to the Queen of Hyrule and follow her orders with near blindness. Whatever a Wolfbred sets as their Queen (typically their wives for males, or their pups for females) will be what they serve until their last breath. Modern Wolfbred do appear to innately recognize female Hyrulean royalty.

Habitat:

After the Great Calamity of 10000 years past, during the Sheikah Fallout, Wolfbred were exiled to Hateno and Fort Hateno was built to contain them.

Language:

The majority of the species speaks a primal language of canine sounds and do not typically speak Hylian. It's unclear whether the primal language is instinctively understood or must be taught. It is called "Chuffing" in Hylian due to how it normally sounds. There is a Wolfbred call to arms that is said to rouse even Hylian soldiers to battle. Only traders and soldiers will typically learn Hylian.

Intelligence and Emotional Capacity:

In regards to intelligence and emotion, they are completely on par with all other races, however, they are the most violent and aggressive race due to being specifically bred for war. The tribe has their own rituals, folk songs/anthems and funeral rites.

Reproduction:

Wolfbred reproduce in the same way as Hylians, and take one mate for life. (Unlike Hylians, Wolfbred usually don't take another mate after the first's death) Due to the extremely small gene pool, prenatal and infant mortality (if not crossbreeding with Hylians or Gerudo) is extremely high and most Wolfbreds develop early-onset health problems.

Health:

Wolfbred were built for fortitude, and usually are extremely sickly or very healthy. Usually once the onset of health conditions begin, a Wolfbred usually would pass within 5-10 years. After the exile's end, even sickly Wolfbred can reach ages ranging from 60-80 with Hylian medical care. However, it is not uncommon for Wolfbred to simply drop dead. Due to the average knight retiring in their 30s, Wolfbred were never bred with the intention of living past their battle days, and their bodies begin to fall apart in the mid 20s. Joint and organ diseases typically associated with aging are most common.

(Purah's notes: the Shrine of Resurrection may erase or delay onset of any genetic defects Linky may have, making it possible for him to become the oldest biological Wolfbred in history)

Notable Lineage:

Twilight Soldier (Hero of Twilight) - A man in the Age of Myth said to have been cursed to a wolf's body. He was able to switch between wolf and man once the curse was lifted, but the magic had stained his genetics; making any and all of his descendants permanent wolf-Hylian hybrids

Rinkū - King Rauru's prized warhound. Said to be the only Wolfbred to sucessfully avenge his Queen's death

Kakku, Hero of the First Calamity - Suspected to be Wolfbred, due to a presence of Wolfbred traits in the Royal Family. Murdered by his daughter, Shamia.

Shamia, the Disgraced - Lone daughter of Kakku, caused the Wolfbred Exile and ensuing genocide. The only known Descendant of Hylia to be disinherited from the throne. (Also referred to as "the Paranoid Princess")

Karu the Unshakable - Eldest son of Kakku, the first King of Hyrule after Rauru, the first male to be heir in place of his sister. Also the only Wolfbred male who escaped the Exile.

Ordon Imperial - Most direct descendant of the Twilight Soldier, father of Link and Sydnei, late mate to Midna Marie. Died shortly after the Great Calamity. Cause of Death: Illness worsened by grief (Broken Heart Syndrome)

Midna Marie Imperial - Mother of Link, last King of Hyrule, and Sydnei, last Duchess of Hyrule. Said to be Hateno's most beautiful woman. Died sometime between Sydnei's birth and the Great Calamity. Cause of Death: Complete organ failure (dropped dead)

Link Hyrule (Linky <3) - The last documented male Wolfbred, and the last Wolfbred born under the exile. Champion of Hyrule, despite not technically being Hylian, and beloved of Princess Zelda. Died during during the Great Calamity, but not before becoming King of Hyrule. Cause of death: fatal battle wounds

Sydnei Imperial - The last full Wolfbred born, sister of Link. The leader of Hateno Village is her descendant

Zelda Hyrule - Not Wolfbred, but pregnant with Linky's only offspring. Said to be the only Hylian who can speak the Wolfbred tongue

Reede - Leader of Hateno Village and descendant of Sydnei (and Linky). Out of all currently living Wolfbred, he is the most in tune with his heritage and prides himself on keeping Hateno just the way it was during the exile: a safe haven for the Wolfbred

Clavia, Karin - Reede's wife and daughter

Ivee - Daughter of the family who runs East Wind General Store, supposedly named after Zelda's unborn daughter

Pruce, Amira and Azu - Family of Ivee, runs East Wind. Ancestor was a dear friend of Ordon

Aju - Ran Kochi Dye Shop when Linky was alive, ancestor of Sayge. Born with severe, but not fatal genetic defect

Sayge - Runs Kochi Dye Shop, oldest surviving Wolfbred with severe genetic defect

Sefaro - Son of Sayge. Appears to carry the same genetic defect as Sayge and Aju, meaning the defect is either present at birth or has an extremely early onset

Prima - Said to be the prettiest Wolfbred after Midna Marie. May be related to Linky (More research is required)

Dantz, Koyin - A family of Wolfbred who live outside the town on a farm in the forest, completely devoted to the ways of their ancestors

*All other citizens of Hateno either are not Wolfbred or more research is required. The lab is kinda broke*

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Wolfbred © Sunset-Peril

[caeliflammae]

as someone with a med card i agree 10000% it is incredibly frustrating to see how few black employees these stores hire, the deeply racist practices that go into getting the permits and licensing, just all of it. and i could absolutely be wrong, but i feel like the massive wave of recreational legalization has taken so much energy away from the decriminalization movement. when you see a dispensary every 2 miles on every busy street, it really feels like weed is everywhere and theres no issues, which is absolutely untrue. and i dont know about the rest of the country, but here in florida the policies round who gets to work in this industry is insane. theres new legislation coming up that will essentially bar anyone who has been impacted by the war on drugs from entering the industry. got in trouble for a little bit of possession 10 years ago? you wont be able to benefit from the same system that everyone else gets to benefit from. and the overwhelming presence of weed basically everywhere is starting to become another drinking culture. as happy as i am that i can access the medicine i need, i really feel like this movement has gotten off track and we have so much more work to do.

I'm not saying that I dislike that weed has been legalized in more and more states (imo all drugs should be legalized but that's not the point of this post)- I *am* saying that every time I pass a dispensary that looks like an apple store and I see white people talking freely about making special cookies and smoking in their spare time, all I can think about are the thousands and thousands of black people who experienced huge amounts of state-sponsered violence for even the suspicion of having weed on them and those who are STILL IN PRISON for possession charges.

And it. Just kinda makes me grit my teeth, you know? My father was illegally searched and brutalized in front of me when I was a little kid because the cop "thought he smelled weed" (he didn't, my dad doesn't touch the stuff) and in the mean time Becky in accounting takes a "special gummy" every night that she gets from a store next to the Starbucks.

[miserable-homo-momo]

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[darklyndsea]

I feel the need to scream my WIPs into the void

content warnings: everything. Just horrible, horrible people doing horrible, horrible things. But from the POV of someone who's burned out on being horrified, so it's mostly non-graphic! MOSTLY.

Fandom: Highlander

Characters: OC, Horsemen

It's been 2500 years.

When I write it out, it seems so long ago. It was a long time ago, by anyone's standards. Even most Immortals don't make it to 10000, much less 2500. But that's the nature of memory, especially Immortal memory: when you come across something that reminds you enough of a memory that's vivid enough, it's as if it happened yesterday. And if there was only one memory in my life that was vivid enough for a flashback, it would be the day the Horsemen killed me. You never forget your first, right?

You don't know what it was like. Even with a vivid imagination, how can you truly know what it's like to be peacefully at home (those from so-called "civilized" nations would have you believe that barbarians know nothing but war, but my people were peaceful) and have the gods descend upon you? How could you, growing up after the gods had left? We all died, and it was a mercy. Gods are capricious—they don't need a reason to destroy you if it is their will, and there are far worse fates than death. In those days everybody knew that. We weren't worried about why the gods let bad things happen to good people, not like you do these days, not any more than an atheist would ask why a tornado chose to destroy his house. The gods were forces of nature, and their agendas had nothing to do with good and evil. They weren't omniscient or omnipotent, merely powerful beyond the comprehension of mere humans.

Have no doubt: the Horsemen were gods. They were Immortals, yes—even in the Camp we realized that they were physically no different than us. What killed us (and we knew that well) would kill them. That didn't change the fact that they were gods. Their power over life and death was absolute. Their power over how we lived was just as absolute. What more is necessary to be a god? Our gods weren't infallible. They weren't deathless.

The gods killed us all on a whim, and I was the only one unlucky enough to be chosen as their plaything. I wasn't surprised, of course: I was born under a bad sign, as some would say. Not from the wealthiest family, not the prettiest—my marriage prospects had never been good. But I would have been married anyway—if it hadn't been for the accident.

I was a child, too young for marriage although I was old enough to know my prospects. Old enough that I was out on my own on some task or another when the cliff gave way beneath my feet. I'll never remember much of what followed—too much pain, followed by fever and pain. The gods alone know how I survived a double amputation with a Bronze Age level of medicine. As long as there have been men, there have been amputations, but gods know, if they did anything right it was only by accident. I doubt anybody thought I'd make it, and likely most thought it would have been kinder to let me die—who would want a wife who didn't have legs? But then, just as now, many will do their best even if they think it won't work out well—better to be able to say you tried than to carry the guilt of having given up.

There was pain. There was fever. Somehow, I survived. Some years later, the gods killed us all, and somehow, I survived.

So many Immortals believe it's a miracle when they survive their First Death. I never had that illusion. Surviving was never a miracle for me, only more punishment. Punishment for what, I didn't know—maybe punishment for no reason at all. Maybe for some wrong my unknown ancestors had done. Maybe for something I had done myself—I couldn't think of any way I had affronted the gods, but that didn't mean I hadn't.

Laid out like this, it sounds like I spent all my time agonizing over it, and maybe over all my years I have accumulated a lot of time thinking about it, but that's spread out over my whole life. At the time I mostly just accepted it. Shit happens, you deal with it. Live, grow stronger, fight another day.

They took me, before I even revived. I was no sheltered fool; I knew the stories about the Horsemen (and can you conceive of how much of a rarity it was to ride horses, that they were The Horsemen? Not you, growing up with planes and trains and automobiles, horses a thing of the past rather than the bleeding edge of progress) and had seen enough of their progress through our town to know that none had survived, not down to the youngest infant. Some they had their sport with first, others they killed quickly, but they killed them all. I was quiet—not, mind you, because I thought I'd escape, but because was I to be at any time in my life after I lost my legs? I was dependent on others for every aspect of my life, and when you're in that position it's a bad idea to make your caretakers regret taking care of you. The age may claim to be more civilized now, but that fact hasn't changed.

I didn't expect to escape notice, and I didn't. It must have been the Quickening that gave me away in the end, that faint sense of a pre-Immortal, because he showed no signs of noticing I was there until he locked eyes with me with a suddenness that was startling. And then, of course, he killed me.

Sometimes I wonder what they thought when they first saw me, an Immortal with no legs. Did they debate beheading me right away? Did they wonder if my legs would grow back like a lizard's tail if I stayed alive? Whatever their initial thoughts, they left my head on my neck and took me back to their Camp.

It wasn't all bad. I'm not dismissing what they did: whatever you can imagine, they did all of that and more. Rape and torture were standard, as they always have been whenever there are slaves (don't let anyone try to pretend otherwise), and unlike others they didn't have to play gently with their toys: all of us were Immortal. They could kill us, and we'd come back healthy for the next time. Caspian was a cannibal with slaves—it wasn't unusual for him to make one of us cook and serve the meat he took from the cook's own body. Kronos was lactose intolerant and never met a cheese he didn't love (look, not all of the horrors of the Horsemen were of the murder-torture-rape variety). But you can't live in an environment for that long and not find some good. Or maybe you can, but if that's the kind of person you are then you won't last long as an Immortal. I was there for longer than your country's been in existence, no matter which country you're from. There were horrors that still give me screaming nightmares, but there were good things too.

I don't know how long the Horsemen were together, how long they kept a Camp full of Immortal slaves. Every day, every year, was the same. Every one was different. The only law was that They shared everything with each other—all else could change at a whim, and as the gods They were, They didn't bother with consistency. Their inconsistency was so consistent that it all blurs together in memory. I didn't keep track of the years at the time—we all knew we'd be there until They killed us, whether that was tomorrow or lifetimes in the future. None of us aged, so there were no life events to mark the time, and we certainly had no reason to pay attention to what happened outside the Camp. Nations rose and fell, and what did they affect us? It couldn't have been less than a thousand years, though—and that number is a very low estimate, likely far too low. But as an estimate, it's as good as any I can give.

Unless you were there, you couldn't imagine what it was like—what we didn't realize until long afterward. There was no Game in the Camp. The Horsemen didn't play—we certainly wouldn't have survived if they had. They had the swords—axe, in Silas's case—to play, but that was never their raison d'être. Certainly, I don't expect They ever held back if any Immortal waved a sword at them, but that's just self-defense. Who among us would? Any other Immortal, though—we were all taken to the Camp. A thousand years of captured Immortals—all living together without the Game. We knew it existed—enough of us had been Immortal before the Horsemen came that the rest of us had been taught all the Rules. But none of us could stand against any of the Horsemen. If any of us didn't know that immediately, They were quick to teach us until we knew it deep in our marrow. If there  could be only one, it would be one of the Horsemen, so what was the point of us trying to play it?

So many of the ones who die quickly in the Game lived with us. Elders, children, cripples . . . babies. Never before or since has there ever been anything even close to what we had. We had the peace, however violently enforced, to be a people, to see each other as more than only enemies. The cost was great—many would say too great—but not everything it caused was horrible.

I was one of Their court jesters, so to speak. We all were at one point or another, I think, but I was an amputee and thus had more inherent entertainment value. They'd force me to run on my stumps. Races against children, against other cripples. Siccing dogs on me so I'd try to run (you did not harm the animals, no matter what they did to you, not with Silas around. You could only run and hide, and it never worked anyway). They'd forbid anyone from helping, so I'd be forced to find a way to get around on my own or suffer (more) deaths and indignities. Was it humiliating? Yes, of course. Was it at all out of the ordinary for the Camp? No. The lives of each of us were made harder in ways ranging from major down to the smallest annoyances. It was so common that we didn't even care what embarrassments happened to  others so long as they weren't happening to us at the moment. Not that it ever felt like that when you were the target, the that's human nature for you. It's always about yourself.

Even as we were entertainment for the Horsemen, we were also their support staff. We tended the herds, we cooked the food, we made the cheese, we bleached Methos's ridiculous white clothes white again after they got blood on them. And I ended up as the chief administrator of the whole mess. What, you think one of the Horsemen wanted to deal with all of the boring details? They only interfered when things weren't running smoothly, when they didn't get their entertainment or Kronos didn't get his cheese or the horses didn't have enough to eat. The rest of the time, it was my job—and I made sure to do it well, because if I didn't—well, there was a difference between being the entertainment of the day and being punished. Sometimes I managed some small kindnesses for us, when the Camp was running smoothly enough that the Horsemen almost managed to forget I existed.

Early on, Methos taught me to read and write. It wasn't a common skill in those days, and to teach a rare skill like that to one who had never had power of any sort—do you think he knew what he was doing? Or was I just the only one who didn't have another job to do, the only one who could spend hours each day on tasks that seemed useless and weren't even entertaining to watch? I didn't care much about his motives at the time, only that it was a mental torture rather than a physical one (at least when I got it right). Oh, he taught me so much—though perhaps "taught" is a misnomer. I certainly wasn't given any choice in the matter. He taught me to read, and to write. To do math, as much as existed then. Languages didn't take much effort—although we had our own language built from the languages of all of us, we still spoke our own languages as well, so we were all polyglots out of necessity. Poetry—he expected me to memorize epics and recite them on demand, and compose ones of the exploits of the Horsemen. I must have been the most well-educated woman in the world by the end of the first century, and that lent itself well to coordinating the Camp's activities.

I can hardly remember what my family called me before we were all killed. It hasn't been my name since that day, not really. When I woke, Methos called me "Mouse." I've always assumed it was because I was so quiet, both in Quickening and in sound. I suppose he might have had other reasons, but who was I to ask him questions? He said "jump" and I didn't pause to ask how high. A god changes your name, you accept it. I haven't been anything else since, even when I've gone by another name. Quiet was what I was—and after the Horsemen I had all the power.

I never got louder. It's too deep a trait to change, I think. But I was the one with the plan, the one who knew what needed to be done and how to get it done. I was the one to take the blame  when things went wrong. I was the one to ask for favors or for information. Me, the quiet little mouse with no legs.

The Camp was horrible by any measure subjective or objective, unless you were one of the Horsemen. But that wasn't—couldn't be—the only thing it was. To me, it was the place where I found my voice—and learned to stand on my own two legs.

I wiggle my toes in the grass one last time, and go to meet my god.

[confusedbyinterface]

Jod: "Oh, you want to end the necromantic system? Don't you know necromancers look at sunsets? They have best friends and exhibit mourning behaviour?"

Commander Wake: "John what the fuck are you talking about?"