#warth changes

[parttimereporter]

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[cookie-lore-keeper]

Is Shadow Milk cookie and Pure Vanilla “good for each other” or not? I’m newer and would love to see how others who know more lore than me would describe it. I can’t find myself with an answer to the question of if they’re actually good for each other or not since articulating for something so new is difficult lmao.

Wow okay that's a deep question.

In all honesty, no. Shadow Milk mentally tortured PV, enjoys PV suffering, and secluded him from everyone purely for his own enjoyment. PV manipulated Shadow Milk (in his defense it was to get his Soul Jam back) but it's still notable. They're goals are also complete opposites. Shadow Milk wants to have the Soul Jam back to have Warth read under his control and also probably wants to kill the witches while PV just... doesn't want to do that.

But in a sense, kind of yes? They're two halves of the same soul, with the Soul Jam intertwining them together. Pure Vanilla is exactly where Shadow Milk was all those centuries ago; wielding the Soul Jam and being loved as a hero, but also at the whims of what other cookies and the witches want him to do. Shadow Milk is like a future look into what PV could become if he took the wrong path. Like, they're super similar once you look at it.

And Pure Vanilla Cookie did want to befriend Shadow Milk. And the way Shmilk said, "Friend?" really makes me think that the thought about it, just for a moment.

While I do think they can change and that they have so many similarities and are very fun together (in a sadistic way. This ship is not cute to me, I just love psychologically torturing my blorbos), that would take a long, long time.

As of now, they are fucking terrible for each other.

[swagyalastorwife]

Satan x male!Angel of Death!reader { propose}

A/N:hiiii guysssss (^-^)/❤️I'm sorry if this is bad I really didn't know how to write for this character

⚠️warning⚠️: mention of death and that's it !

Being the Angel of Death wasn't the easiest thing, you navigated between the human world, Heaven and Hell, you were the very personification of death, you scared everyone with your big wings, your charisma, your social status and to make things worse, you were in a relationship with Satan, the sin of anger, we could say that your life wasn't easy.

Today was a big day for your partner, today was the day he was going to ask you that famous question, the question he'd been wanting to ask you for several months now, everything had to be perfect, everything! And of course, to help him organize this magical evening, Yogirt was there to help him keep his calm

"FUCK!you don't understand!! Everything has to be perfect, EVERYTHING!"

"Yes I understand but everything will be fine, you just have to keep calm"

Satan breathed as he heard Yogirt talking to him trying to calm down he had spent more than two months making sure everything went well so yes he was nervous, stressed and especially angry!

You hadn't really noticed his change in behavior because he was very often angry like that, except that since this week it was more powerful more intense, more violent you could see a glimmer of anguish in his eyes and that wasn't something common with him

"hey Satan is everything okay?"

"yes everything is fine!"

"you're sure you-"

"fuck yes i said everything is fine!"

Then he left as angry as at the beginning.

The big day had arrived and in the evening at 7:30 p.m. you received a message from your partner

《join me in the big forest》

Without wasting time you decided to go join him maybe you will discover why he had become so irritable lately.

When you arrived you saw a magnificent place lit by LEDs a romantic table was located in the center giving a magnificent view of the Moon and you saw Satan he was and approached you and said to you

"Y/n Angel of death would you rule Wrath by with me forever "

you felt a feeling of joy bloom in you and you answered him

"yes I would love to rule at your side Satan"

On this you approached him and hug him

Here you are now Angel of death and king of Warth!

I hooope you likkkke iiit!❤️

[lucifers-rubber-duck]

𖤓 Being part of I.M.P

would include 𖤓

Warnings: Blitzø's stalking tendencies.

Having to deal with Loona

• Loona by herself is already a piece of work, she's rude to everyone for no reason, doesn't do her job well and is lazy as fuck.

• You would be no exception and she would make comments about your clothes, your hair, the way you talk, anything that can put you down.

• She constantly steals your lunch, and doesn't matter where you hide it, she will just sniff it and eat it all, she even throws tantruns if you get angry with her about it.

• You constantly have to do her job for her. She will just take a break no matter the time and leave the clients hanging on the phone. Not only you have to work as a assassin but also as a secretary when she just decides to not be around.

• It doesn't help that 60% of the time the calls aren't from raging clients but from that horny owl prince Blitzø slept with and you have to listen to his deranged commentary on your boss.

Blitzø's shenanigans

• Your boss is far from being responsible and you learned that way too late. He's loud, unprofessional, has a weird thing for horses and doesn't care on respecting your personal life.

• He constantly spies on you the same way he does with Millie and Moxxie. You already changed the locker five times and always makes sure the windows are closed but he always gets in and eats your goddam food.

• His weird thing for horses also makes your life worse, most of the times the cleaning duty is up to you and his drawers are full of pictures, art and horses figurines, you want to clean your eyes with bleach after seeing some of those images. He also info dumps to you about his OCs.

• There's also multiple occasions were you have to pick him up from places, either because he got way too drunk or because he got in trouble with another demon and got kicked out of the place he was.

• You don't even bother asking about your paycheck anymore, you just wait until Blitzø feels like paying you for the month and try not to waste it all at once 'cause you never know when he will remember to pay you again.

Moxxie and Millie being clingy

• At first you thought the two were very cute together, who wouldn't? A loving couple that like showing to the world they were in love, what's so wrong about it?

• But then you actually started working with them and oh Satan were they a handful to deal with. They just can't keep their tongues away from each other and in the worst timing too.

• You'll enter a room and the two of them will be all over each other, being all flirty and gross that you can't help but make fake vomiting noises and leave. Or you all will be in the middle of killing and they will get turned on by nothing and will start making out while shooting the target, you just don't get why.

• Working with them is basically just being a third wheel for hours and is a mental test because they will make sure you know they love each other and will start singing togheter like they're in some type of musical.

Villain of the week kinda bullshit

• Your paycheck doesn't make justice for the amount of trouble you are pulled to by default just by existing close to them. You lost count of how many close to death experiences you had with these Imps.

• When you thought it would be a easy job, boom, your target was actually a crazy woman with a shotgun. You wanted a nice time at a theme park while working as security for the owl guy, nuh-uh, can't have that, the park is now on fire. Going to the Warth ring to have some fun and happened to meet a hot cowboy guy? Too bad, he's also evil.

• You all somehow always get out of it unharmed, sometimes with major brusies like the time you came back with a big cut on your arm because one of the Cherub's arrows actually hit you, but it's still a miracle to you that you're all alive. But your coworkers always move past it like it's nothing.

• And to be honest? You do the same, after so much time having to deal with this crazy scenarios, you just grow used to it. Your free time at the office is just waiting for a new costumer to come or to a new wacky adventure to start.

• Also, I hope you know how to sing because said Villains of the week like singing a lot and will do at any given opportunity.

[jedi-lothwolf]

June of Doom Day 3: Ambushed

Fandom: The Bad Batch

Summary: we're resting in a village before continuing with their mission, the batch faces an unforeseen event.

    "Thank you." Hunter told the Tagrutan lady as his squad entered her home. They had been in the woods near her village as night felt. While Tech tried to stabilize Crosshair's broken leg, the women and her wife had stumbled upon them. Then she invited them back to her home, offering to let them stay the night so that they could take care of Crosshair's injuries and rest.

    "Of course, anything to help out our troops."

    Walking into the living room, they found that one of their hosts had pulled out a pull out coach. There were light sheets on the mattress and a few small decorative pillows.

    "Stay still." Tech told Crosshair. "You have broken your Tibia, I need to stabilize it so you don't make it any worse."

    Crosshair just scowled. Tech instructed Wrecker to move their brother's leg into the mattress. The batches host brought them some water and bread. She handed them out to each clone before informing them that her and her wife would be heading to bed. "Wake us up if you need anything or before you leave."

    "We will." Hunter sat in one of the corners of the sofa bed and ate his bread. The soldiers talked about their next move and how to complete their mission.

    As Tech finished wrapping Crosshair's leg, Hunter spoke. "We have a long day ahead of us, get some rest."

    It was a few hours later when Hunter woke up. Tiredly, he went to find what was making the noise. Walking to the door of the house, he looked out the window. There seemed to be nothing there. However the rhythmic clanking of battle droids was the only thing Hunter could hear.

    It wouldn't be the first time that the man heard something that wasn't there.  Maybe he should wake up Tech to get his opinion. Walking back over to the living room, he gently shook Tech awake.

    "Do you hear that?"

    "What should I be hearing?"

    "Droids."

    "I do not hear any droids, however you hear better than in do. I think it best we check." Standing from the corner of the sofa be occupied, Tech grabbed his shoes and put them on. Falling his brother's lead, Hunter grabbed his shoes and put them on. Quickly, as he had done a million times before, he tried them.

    Standing back up, Hunter walked to the door. Tech stood beside it. They had never bothered taking off their armor, just in case they needed to leave quickly.

    The air outside was vastly different from the warth of the house. It was a chilly night, one where the cold air bit you. Tech made sure Hunter was okay with the quick temperature change. He was more sensitive to fast changes the environment. After his brother nodded, the two walked into the surrounding woods.

    The pine trees stood tall around them. The night sky was dark with stars littered across it. The clones walked towards the sound of the noise until they no longer heard the sound. It hadn't faded, just holited. Tech and Hunter looked at each other and they came to the same realization.

    They were surrounded.

    Hunter had been so sure that he was imagining things; so sure it was just his mind playing cruel jokes on him, that he hadn't thought to wake up Wrecker. Now they had to hold off an ambush on their own.

    Just as they thought, the droids revealed themselves as the two soldiers drew their blasters.  Ducking behind a tree, Hunter took out the droids that had landed on the clear side of the tree. The pleasant scent of the pine trees was taken over by the smell of oil and melted metal.

    Grabbing Tech, Hunter pulled him behind the tree. "Wrecker, come in."

    While waiting for a reply from their younger brother, they started to take out as many droids as they could. More droids just seemed to replace the others.

    As Tech leaned over the tree, he remembered the empty space from where the droids Hunter had taken out had stood. More than likely, others would take their place. Of course, he was correct. Shooting the one that was about to kill Hunter, he caught a bullet to his left shoulder blade. Hunter disposed of the droid before asking "are you okay?"

    "I was shot in the left scapula at an approximate distance of fifty feet" Tech hissed, "I am not okay."

    "Wrecker, now would be a good time!"

    Waking up, Wrecker looked down at his comm, then over to the empty corners of the sofa. Finally registering the panic in Hunter's voice, he answered.

    "What's going on?"

    "Droids. A lot of them. Tech's been shot but he's still conscious, just in pain."

    Already walking out the door, Wrecker asked "where are you?"

    "Just follow the sound of blaster fire." Hunter sighed. It shouldn't take long for Wrecker to find them. It had taken 20 minutes to get out as far as they had and they hadn't been running.

    "Okay. Be there soon." With that, Wrecker turned off his comm.

    With more droids coming from all sides, Tech tried to think of a plan. The pain in his shoulder seemed to be getting in the way of forming many coherent thoughts. They needed a plan, nothing would change that.

    Breathing began to be more complicated. Tech looked over at Hunter. "We need a plan."

    "You don't have one?" Hunter asked, shooting another few droids before turning to face him. Most of the time, it was almost impossible to tell what Tech was thinking based on his facial expression; however, currently all that Hunter could see was pain and fear.

    "No. It is getting very difficult to form cogent thoughts." His voice was shaking as tears had started to form in his eyes from the pain.

    "Okay." Shooting some more droids down, Hunter tried to put together a plan. While the batch came up with strategies together and Hunter worked on them often, it was sort of like a hobby for Tech. "We wait." Wrecker would be there soon.

    "Okay."

    Wrecker ran through the forest. Briers caught on his ankles and rocks stabbed into the bottom of his feet. The sound of blaster fire was getting closer and closer.

    As the droids closed in, Hunter looked over at Tech. "How much longer do you think we have?"

    Tech shot a droid on their side of the tree, "maybe five minutes. There is only so much we can do. I would" he hissed as he rose his left arm to shoot another  droid. "I would comm Wrecker."

    "Okay."

    The droids cornered them, forcing their backs as far into the tree as they could. The two brothers looked at each other. They had an understanding that they had done all they could. "I'm sorry." Hunter said.

    "It is not your fault."

    As they prepared for death, they heard a large amount of rustling in the bushes. Hunter sighed as he realized Wrecker had made it in time.

    "Raaahhhhhh!" Wrecker burst through the bushes he was around. Plowing through the droids, Wrecker grabbed his gun and started shooting them down. Hunter pulled Tech up and the two helped Wrecker dispose of the rest of the droids.

    "I wish you had arrived a moment earlier." Tech sighed, "however I am aware you likely did your best and I am solely talking out of pain."

    Gently, Wrecker picked up Tech and the brothers made their way back to the house. When they arrived, Tech informed Hunter of what to do for his shoulder.

Wrecker sat on the couch, pulling his feet onto the bed. "Wrecker" Hunter started, "where are your shoes?"

"I didn't put them on."

"Are you okay?"

Pulling a thorn out of the bottom of his foot, Wrecker said, "yep. I'm good."

"Okay." After finishing taking care of Tech's shoulder, Hunter walked over to Wrecker and bandaged his feet.

The sun would rise soon and the batch would have to continue on with their mission. It would be a success, even with the injuries that had proven to be a challenge for the batch.

[ao3feed-skystar]

Syarscreams warth and new beginnings

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YSUrfcT by Misstinyscarlett I do not own transformers or its characters, I will own my ocs, I do not own the videos or pictures, I would like criticism, no hate comments Starscream realized that his goal of commanding the Decepticons would never be achievable, once he hearars Megatron say that he is disbanding the cause, because he now understands oppression and has lost his taste for it, because he was "oppressed" by Unicron Starscream calls Megatron on his slag, he fly to Dark mount only to be killed by Pedaking and his minions, he sees his life flash before his optics and sees his many mistakes wishing he could have changed. Starscream expects to be in the pit, only to open hid optics and realize he's aluve again, but with a twist he was sparked in the wrong age, now in the past he experiences new hardships and war. Starscream experiences new friendships and enemies, he also gains apprentices, along the way he gets a minicon and human pet, Megatronus gain an obsession of Starscream because of his different personality, Starscream becomes Orion Pax childhood friend.. Starscream wants to rule over Vos not just for the sake of it anymore, but to help his people. Words: 8464, Chapters: 3/100, Language: English Fandoms: Transformers: Prime, Transformers - All Media Types, The Transformers (IDW Generation One), Transformers: Robots in Disguise (2001), Transformers: Robots in Disguise (2015) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M Characters: Starscream (Transformers), Optimus Prime, Megatron (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire (Transformers), Trepan (Transformers), Ratchet (Transformers), Cryak (Transformers), Slipstream (Transformers), Orion Pax, Sentinel Prime (Transformers), Steve the Eradicon (Transformers), Predaking (Transformers), Shockwave (Transformers), Soundwave (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Alexis, Makeshift (Transformers), Blitzwing (Transformers), Cyclonus (Transformers) Relationships: Optimus Prime/Starscream, Megatron/Starscream (Transformers), Jetfire | Skyfire/Starscream (Transformers), Breakdown/Knock Out (Transformers), Starscream/Windblade (Transformers), Breakdown/Knock Out/Starscream (Transformers), Overlord/Trepan (Transformers), Starscream/Steve the Eradicon (Transformers), Predaking/Starscream (Transformers), Skywarp/Starscream/Thundercracker (Transformers) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Timelines, Fluff and Angst, No Smut, Angst with a Happy Ending, Cybertronian Culture (Transformers), Sign Language, Cybertronian Politics (Transformers), Pre-Cybertronian Civil War, Post-Cybertronian Civil War, Cybertronian Senate (Transformers), Blindness read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/YSUrfcT

[azonewithu]

Ai sucks. Computer goof nerds suck everyone aants to kill them. Hid suvjed a bunch to hellmigff italys coast twch oeopke are the worst. The worst no brains no creativity s big bank account and no heart. Then they cry murder if someone shoots thrm in the back. Or djsughters their nahes inline like i do. Remember linong up to see hobs that shits done these people ate no good. Lets go back to regular genetation. More than hakf this eorld hstes thos shit. But dont worry ai can jever generate a miyazaki dtory. Never ever. Its lufeless its gearltess its as popular as mark zuckervberg at a larty. Not the 2000s anymore asshole youre officislky the fuckn devil. People are dumping this shit. Not tuat blue high is a more decent social media just as many whores. The only thong you canndo is dump teck altogether. Which is a lol far. Mostnpeople who live tech thesecdays ate not tech iriginstirs or types. Theyre scum bag politicians. If you want to shoot a few of these leadwrs Gods leggalizing murder as of 12 tonite. No kbe on this warth who kills these people who atecruining our ouves eith their computer bulkshit corporate nonsense need to be made an example of. Leave sift targets slone whod likeky do better but cant their habds ste tired. Lets untie their hands by getting rid if the right people. Murder under heaven and Gid is susoebded at midnite. Happy hunting its Gids bday kill some for him. One sjit can change the vourse pf history. Theyvare so badly putnimbered now strike then mekt back in. No one wants to see you caught. No lne wants to aee him st their events hes nobody go fir those arpund hom i stead. Easier.

:C

I’m so fucking sick of AI

[cyberbenb]

Azerbaijani airliner that crashed in December struck by Russian Pantsir missile, source tells Reuters

The Azerbaijani airliner that crashed in Kazakhstan in December after diverting from the Russian airspace was struck by a Russian Pantsir air defense missile, an undisclosed Azerbaijani official told Reuters in comments published on Feb. 4.

The Azerbaijan Airlines plane was flying from Baku to Grozny in Russia’s Chechen Republic before suddenly changing course and crashing on Dec. 25 near the city of Aktau in Kazakhstan, killing 38 of the 67 people on board.

The source revealed to Reuters that the Azerbaijani side possesses a fragment of a Russian Pantsir missile extracted from the crashed plane, adding that the analysis is underway.

Kazakhstan’s authorities on Feb. 4 released preliminary results of their analysis of available data, including the plane’s black boxes. The conclusions pointed to a number of holes and dents in the aircraft and a collision with “foreign metal objects."

Baku has previously accused Russia of accidentally shooting down the plane and demanded an admission of guilt and reparations.

Russian President Vladimir Putin called Azerbaijani President Ilham Aliyev soon after the crash, apologizing for the incident taking place in Russian airspace but stopped short of acknowledging responsibility.

Aliyev later criticized Russia’s handling of the incident, accusing its agencies of suppressing evidence and promoting “absurd versions” of events.

He also criticized Russia for failing to close the airspace during a reported drone attack and highlighted poor coordination between its military and civil aviation services as factors contributing to the tragedy.

Azerbaijan Airlines crash highlights Russia’s failure to close airspace amid war

The Dec. 25 Azerbaijan Airlines plane crash, likely caused by Russian air defense, shines light on a glaring issue the Kremlin has long swept under the rug. By unleashing its war against Ukraine, Russia has made its airspace a dangerous place. While Ukraine banned civilian flights over its territo…

The Kyiv IndependentOleg Sukhov

[forbidden-creepypasta]

The Stone Circle- Long Short Story

*WARNING* THIS STORY CONTAINS ACCENT DIALOGUE OF AN IRISH NATURE. IT MAY GET SLIGHTLY DIFFICULT TO READ AT PARTS.

Lying in bed, the sun hit her visage fiercely causing her closed eyes to wince in sharp, sudden pain. She groaned in annoyance and violently tossed to her other side to avoid the rays. Assuming she would be comfortable once again, she sank into her pillow attempting to fall back asleep when her alarm clock started its blaring siren.

“Why the hell does this damn thing keep going off!” she screamed in anger as she whipped it across the room. As she heard the plastic crack against the wall, she stuffed her head face down into her pillow, squeezing her eyes shut once more. When, at last, she felt she was clear, her cell phone started ringing, making her fling herself off the bed and to the table her phone was on in a stomping rage.

“Goddammit all! What!?” she screamed into the speaker.

“Well judging by yer tone, I’m guessin’ ya had a lovely rest.”

“Shut the hell up Sean. Whaddya want?” she said with a considerably large yawn.

“A contact I have told me about a town of people who need help, a lot of it.”

“Just get the damn police, they’re retarded but at laist they get paid far it.”

“Are ya sure ya don’t have a faiver or somethin’? Telling someone to ask the police? Who are ya and what have ya done with Emili Karas?”

“I’m too feckin’ knackered to go anywhere, or think. I thought I got a laid on Dante but-,”

“Didn’t get ya anywhere did it?”

“…no,” Emili said with a sigh of disappointment, falling back into a chair next to the window.

“This is gunna start gettin’ unhealthy Em…You should railly stop before hunting this fella seriously screws you up.”

“Ha! Ya actually think I’ll stop? I can’t do dat and ya know it!”

“Yeah but-“

“I’m gunna chase that son a bitch to hell if I have to and make damn sure he fuckin’ suffers!”

“Em!”

“…sorry, I just-,” Emili grabbed her forehead with her hand and bent down in the chair breathing heavily out of anger, but trying to calm herself down.

“Ya gunna be alright?”

“Yeah, I’m grand.”

“Ya need to get yer mind off this for a while, so take this…ya need it.” Sean begged in a worried tone.

“Fine.”

“Meet me at Divino at 11.”

“…yeah.” Emili closed the phone and hit her forehead with it, bending even lower. She took a deep breath and screamed ‘damn it!’ as she threw the phone to the ground.

---o--- Emili drove up to Café Divino on the north side of Dublin, right next to River Liffey that divides the north and south sides of Dublin. She grabbed her long tan jacket and put it over her black button up as she got out of the small SUV. She saw Sean as she walked up the short set of stairs into the small building and walked over to the table next to a window sitting down with a thump on the thin framed black chair. Taking a sip of the pre-ordered coffee, she made a displeased face and reached into her big coat pocket and pulled out a nip of Bailey’s. She poured the bottle into the coffee and took a sip with a smile as Sean started talking.

“Don’t ya think it’s a little airly for alcohol?”

“Oh, it’s never too airly.”

“Right, anyway I’ll get to it then. There’s some waird shite going on in a small town narth of here, next to the waterfront.”

“Waird how?” What’s goin’ on?” She said as she took a considerable draught of her “coffee.”

“Paiple in the town are disappearing then miraculously comin’ bahck, but they’re all paranoid and actin’ waird.”

“Aliens?” Emili said with a laugh, “If they’re back then what’s the problem? Just have ‘em go to a psychiatrist.”

“They’re killin’ themselves violently a few aftar they get back, and fussin’ ovar some sart of markin.”

“Well now, dat changes things a bit. How many have disappaired?”

“Far”

“Does anyone know anythin’?”

“Not much. Just what I told ya.”

“Hmm, well dat could be warth some of my time. So, where is this place?”

---o---

Emili and Sean were driving for what seemed like days up the Irish countryside to Kenmare, the nowhere town where people seemed to be mysteriously disappearing.

“Are we there…yet?”

“Jaysus Emili, bite the back of me bollix! We are not there yet. It’s just a few minutes away.”

“Ya, thas what ya’ said 15 miles ago. Do ya even know where ya goin’?”

“Yes I do,” Sean said with a sigh of annoyance, “oh thank jaysus, der it is.”

“Fuckin’ right!” Emili screamed in happiness as she shifted from having her feet up on the dashboard and the back of the seat pulled all the way down to the backseat cushion, to sitting upright, seat back in place, her leg buzzing impatiently up and down and anxious to finally get out of the tiny black Seat Cordoba.

“Man, ya need ta get a bigger car and trash this piece of shite ya know.”

“Sorray my trahnsportation does noht please you mahsta” Sean joked in a fake British accent while twirling his hand. Emili laughed sarcastically and punched him in the arm as they drove up to what Emili believed to be a hotel of some sort. It was an old town and small, right next to the ocean. Emili tumbled out of the car throwing her hands in the air for a big stretch. She immediately felt the chill from the close vicinity of the water and whipped her arms down, grabbing her jacket from the back seat of the car. Sean just sat in the car shaking his head and laughing. How can someone so smart be so completely absent minded? He finally got out of the car and walked over to Emili who suddenly had a tense look on her face.

“How’s tha form?” he asked, confused.

“Fit as a cello, but you were right. There’s definitely sohmthin’ waird goin’ on ‘ere.” She stated, looking around the town hall and surrounding streets.

“Why, whas tha matter?”

“No one walkin’ around, parked cars laynin’ every strait, no stahrs open…nothin’. There’s obviously sohmthin’ scarin’ tha crap outta these paiple.”

“ I told ya, they need a lot a’ help. I even haird that one of tha victims came runnin’ out in tha strait scraimin’ tings and lookin’ up at tha sky. Thas probably why no one will cohm outside anymore.”

“They don’t railly tink it’s aliens do they?”

“Who knows what dey tink it is?”

“Well, who are we suppos’ ta talk to? Is there a mayor? What about the pairson who raported it?”

“I don’t act’lly know who raported it, tha tip came anonymously through a lettar and tha mayor is just as scared as th’ rest of ‘em.”

“Why are they so paranoid?”

“Do ya think that a lot happens in this place? They aren’t used ta things like this happening.”

“They should be prapared far sohmthin like this no matter if it happens ar not!”

“It’s not that eas-“

“Screw thaht! Where tha hell is tha mayor?” Sean sighed at Emili’s impatience and scratched his temple.

“He should be in the Town Hall.”

“Fine, then les go.” Emili was angered at the lack of any effort on the part of the town to try and figure out the situation. No wonder they needed a lot of help. They didn’t want to bother trying to help themselves.

The town looked like a ghost town where the only sound was leaves being blown by the wind coming from the shore. It was so quiet, she swore she could hear her own heartbeat and Sean’s breathing. It was a classic old Irish town with some brown and white houses but some colorful and aligned buildings at the town’s center, small in size, and cobblestones roads. There was a small square in the middle of town with a tiny fountain that seemed to thunder with every stream of water, drowning every other sound out. Emili could feel frightened eyes watching their every move and wondering who these strangers were, and what they wanted. They finally arrived at Town Hall, which also seemed abandoned, looking void with no lights or bustling town officials. They opened the door and stepped into the empty halls, where all they could listen to was the clacking of Emili’s boots and the thump of Sean’s hard steps. They wandered through the corridors looking everywhere for the mayor’s office. They finally found a door labeled ‘Secretary/Mayor’ and entered the door. There was no one in there, and only a desk stood alone in the middle of the room.

“Must be the secretary’s office,” Emili deducted, seeing the name Shauna Walsh inscribed on the name plate. She looked over and saw a door on the left side of the room labeled ‘Mayor’ and walked over.

“Do ya smell that?” She asked Sean who walked over to the door and took a whiff.

“Jaysus, yeah,” he said with a disgusted face. Emili grabbed the doorknob and turned it, opening the door with a squeak from old hinges just to get bombarded with the same vile smell. Emili and Sean both cupped their mouth and nose quickly to try and avoid the horrid stench. They cautiously walked into the room, and were greeted by a mangled, dismembered, and bloody corpse strewn about the room in several pieces. The arms and legs were cut from the body and pieces of flesh were cut from the torso. The victim’s neck was also slashed from ear to ear nearly clean off, and the arm that was still intact was holding a particularly bloody cleaver. There was blood splattered everywhere. The smears on the wall were already congealed.

‘Must be tha mayor,” Emili said with a cough of disgust, trying not to full out gag. Sean ran out of the offices and into the hall yelling that he was going to check out the rest of the building for clues. Clues? What is this, Scooby-Doo? Emili thought of that stupid old show she saw once when she had to take a trip to America a few years ago as Sean ran out. She heard him take a huge breath of air and nearly choking on it. Emili stayed in the Mayor’s office and pulled up the collar of her jacket over her mouth and nose, while scanning the office for anything useful. Let’s split up and search for clues gang! Emili laughed at herself and continued on. She slowly and cautiously walked towards the corpse, trying to avoid the numerous puddles of blood around the room. She went next to the body and knelt down. Her eyes winced at the vile stench being so close to her nose and she did everything to keep the vomit already forming from the seemingly endless car trip to this town from forming a fountain in her throat and hurling like a Reykjavik geyser.

She carefully examined the severed torso and neck then looked at the hand that was holding the cleaver. The mayor was holding the cleaver in his right hand, and all the limbs except the one with the knife were missing, and the limbs were cut far enough below the joints to suggest suicide. She figured he was somehow subjected to whatever the other victims were exposed to and went nuts, but she noticed that his face was completely calm, eyes and mouth closed. Someone who was going crazy and chopping himself into pieces would most likely have a crazed look on his face, or at least a pained one. She obviously knew that something was amiss and took a second look. To her own dismay, she leaned in closer to the carcass and carefully studied the cut limbs. Jagged. Cleavers have smooth blades, and the limbs looked to have been sawed off rather than chopped. No hesitation marks. Anyone dismembering themselves, crazy or not, would have second thoughts. She also noticed that the cut on the neck was angled down from right to left, and the mayor had the knife in his right hand, if he had nearly decapitated himself, the cut would angle up from left to right.

“Finally, a good ol’ fashioned mardur,” she said to herself, “and whoevar did it was some kind o’ stupid.” ---o--- Emili and Sean left the Town Hall after Emili decided there was nothing else suspicious in the Hall except for the mayor, after doing a thorough look around to see if anything could give her an idea of who could be the murderer. Just as they were walking across the street to get back to the Cordoba, Emili stopped, looking around in a confused manner.

“What is i-“

“Shhh,” Emili interrupted then looked around again. Her head suddenly jerked to the side making Sean jump a bit.

“Do you hear that?” She asked.

“Hear what?” Another jerk of the head.

“That!” She started sounding angry now, wondering if she herself was going loony because of this place. “Listen!” Sean did as ordered and listened carefully. Then his eyes popped open after hearing a sudden blaring scream that he thought he shouldn’t have missed. Again. Like one of those horror movie screams when the female victim finally encounters the killer and lets out a screech. Again. It was louder, almost to the point of ear piercing. He knew why he didn’t hear it before, it was farther away but coming closer, and fast. He jerked his around in circles trying to locate the direction from which it was coming while Emili was doing to the same except much more calmly.

The banshee screeching stopped and Sean and Emili both looked at each other, confused on what just happened. Was it a figment of their imagination? Was this town slowly but surely getting into their heads, making them hear things? Sean started sweating and his eyeballs twitched nervously. Emili was still looking around. Nothing. Just like when they got there, totally deserted. They started turning around cautiously still glancing here and there just in case and walking towards the Cordoba slowly. Emili stopped and turned again.

“The circle! The circle! Red, human vellum to make it real! There, in the circle! The circle! THE CIRCLE!” A woman came screaming into the street seemingly from nowhere, tearing her face and chest with her nails, and tripping over her own bare feet. She ran around in a circle then it looked like her knees gave out. She kneeled there, in the middle of the street, head down, her hair oily and wiry falling in streams around her shoulders. Her entire body was covered in scratches and gauges all fresh and bleeding. Emili and Sean both just stood there, stupefied and half terrified, staring at the woman. The woman bent down further and with her bloody fingers drew something on the pavement, hesitated, then stood up. She looked over towards Sean and Emili, and smiled a mentally insane Cheshire cat smile before leaning back and falling full force forward, crushing her head on the pavement, painting it with skull pieces, blood, and brain matter.

Neither of them knew what to say, what to do. They just stood there, wondering what the hell just happened right in front of their eyes. They stood for what seemed like an hour before they finally jerked themselves back to their senses.

“What…the fuck…just…” Emili couldn’t even finish her sentence. Sean’s jaw was half to the ground, speechless. ---o--- After Sean and Emili forced themselves back into mental reality, they identified the victim as Clare Kavanagh when they finally got to interview some of the residents who dared to open their door. They were told to go to a cottage near the shore to see “Ol’ Mahn Duffey”, and he could probably shed some light on whatever circle the victim was shouting about. They went down the countryside and arrived at the specified cottage laying right next to the beach. It was run down and shabby, ill-maintained and smelled like shit and low tide. With immense disgust, Emili knocked on the door.

“Ya bettar have a good raison to cohm tainting ma dar wit yar stinkin’ hahnds that ar reddled with th’ filth of th’ outsaide.” They heard a strong country accent from the other side of the door and Emili pinched her septum knowing it was going to turn out like this.

“Is thar anaone in this town thaht isn’t away in tha head?” Emili whispered to Sean who just shrugged his shoulders. With a sigh Emili spoke to the nut living in the shack.

“Ma name is Emili Karas an’ I’m investigatin’ the raicent…uh…phenomena thas been goin’ on hair.” She said as dignified as she could in her annoyance.

“Heh now say hwhat now?” The voice responded.

“Jaysus ol’ man, I’m hair ta ask questions about tha fuckin’ killin goin’ round hair.” She nearly yelled.

“The caircle eh? Oh well, well, well, Ms. Quaistions ima hair ta tell ya ‘bout them.” Emili and Sean just looked at each other confused as the door to the shack opened quite creepily, but at this point, not much could freak them out anymore.

“So what do ya know?” Emili got straight to the point, not wanting to spend more time than necessary in that shithole.

“Oh, well now, I know a lot lass.”

“Alright then, lad, why dontcha tell me ‘bout it?” she was getting frustrated with this nutso hermit.

“Ain’t na narmal killin’ been goin’ here lass, ain’t na narmal. Ain’t na suicide naithar. Ain’t na narmal killin’, Ain’t na narmal.”

“I pretty much got that far meself ol’ man. Now will ya quit talkin’ in caircles an’ give me a straight answar?”

“Lass, if I ain’t talkin’ in me caircles, I ain’t na use to ya now. It’s caircles lass, caircles.” "Thas mostly what I want ta know, a pairson in town told me that you might know about this caircle that the victim shouted out befar she died. She also drew a symbol on tha strait, a caircle with what looked like an x or a cross inside it. Are they ralated at all?”

“Ain’t na crass, ain’t na x. It’s a’ somthin’, but it ain’t them. That caircle’s a place, a place ya hair lass, that…things, things ya hear now lass, that happ’n, happ’n now.”

“So what exactly is happenin’ then?”

“Oh now lass, thas a’ sohmthin’ ya be needin’ ta find out on ya own there lass. On…ya own.” He said while looking at Sean with a horrid glare, which was a big switch from the bug-eyed crazy old hermit look he was sporting through this whole weird conversation.

“On ya own…Hair dat lad? HAIR OWN LAD! HAIR OWN! I don’t want ya lad..not ya…nuh-uh, not ya lad, a’ goin’ to this place lad, not this place.” His words were fading as he kept talking and eventually turned into a low mumble no one could make out, and he was back to the crazy bug eyes and tapping his fore fingers together nervously.

“So..uh-um…where exactly is this place now?” Emili asked, now partially frightened of the crazy mumbling hermit, and having her right foot pulled back a bit at the ready to get the hell out of there.

“Jus go down ta tha shar…falla tha caircles lass, falla ‘em. Tha caircles lass, caircles. Right on tha ground there, nice an’caircalar.” The hermit grinned and stared at Emili who was now officially freaked out by this weird old man. The hermit continued to mumble something while still staring at Emili with that ferocious grin and tapping his fingers wildly. ---o--- Emili had been down on the beach for half an hour, searching the sand for any indication of circles being seemingly etched into the ground. She told Sean to go back to town and find out anything else he possibly could because she didn’t like the way the hermit was speaking or looking when he said “On hair own!” like a lunatic. She wass getting cramps in her neck from looking down so much, without any fruit for her labors. She reached a boulder that was on the southern end of the beach and plopped down in front of it, giving up. She laid her head back on the rock, and noticed something out of the corner of her eye. She turned to the side and found a perfectly carved circle on the side of the boulder with that same cross-like symbol in the middle, the long end of it pointing behind the boulder.

She got up and went around the boulder, seeing another faint circle with the cross still pointing in the same direction. She went that way and suddenly say scores of these circles in the dirt, on trees and on stones. She just kept following them , the circles getting more and more numerous as she went on until she found a huge cluster of them all around the entrance to a cave, all with the crosses pointing inward. She hesitated, then reluctantly went inside and walked forward. It got dark and impossible to see anything, so she was guiding herself by keeping her hand on the wall of the cave, which was progressively getting wet and hard to keep touching. She bore the disgust and continued on until she finally saw a light coming from the other side of the seemingly endless tunnel.

When she emerged, she was blinded by the sudden emergence of light from the bright afternoon sun, which seemed to be her lifelong mortal enemy. After she shook off the blindness from the light, her eyes grew wide in shock as she stared in awe of what was before her. A huge circle made up of various sizes of rocks all piled up on each other some weathered and moss covered, others smooth and clean. Then in the middle was that weird cross thing, she thought it was made up of stones too until she looked and saw they were an odd color, not grey but…skin color. She carefully walked closer and saw that it was made of strips and balls of old and fresh skin…human skin. “ Red, human vellum to make it real!” she remembered what the victim had screamed during her rant. She saw what she meant by vellum, much of the skin was sun dried and looked much like the old parchment, but there was some skin that was still hydrated and light.

Emili cupped her hand over her mouth in surprise and disgust when she smelled something odd, irony. She looked down at her hand and saw that it was covered and dripping with dark crimson blood. It wasn’t water on the walls, but blood. She looked down at her boots and saw that they were also covered in blood. She tasted the blood on her tongue and almost vomited in disgust. She fell on her knees coughing, trying to spit out any blood she got in her mouth. While she was nearly hyperventilating and tears were streaming down her cheeks, making the blood on her face run down onto her neck and chest she heard mumbles, mumbles she recognized. She looked up and through her burning, tear stricken eyes she saw long, oily white hair and a back with an old stained shirt sitting on one of the stones. The figure was moving back and forth and mumbling. She couldn’t believe it and rose slowly. She walked with eyes wide over towards the circle and squinted to get a better look.

It was that hermit alright; she could recognize that stench anywhere even though she only experienced it once. She went even closer and pointed her ear towards him to try and make out what he was saying.

“…has an eye like a stinkin’ eel… wouldn’t give you the steam off her piss…he’d shite in your parlour and charge you for it…fuck the bastards…fuck the bastards.” She didn’t get why he was mumbling random Irish phrases, and she noticed that he had completely lost the deep Irish country accent and spoke with nearly no Irish accent at all. He suddenly stopped but his finger tapping continued. He rose and turned around to look at Emili with a look she could barely describe. It was like he was dead, but there he was standing in flesh and blood.

She stepped back, terrified by this point, but still looking at him. His tapping fingers almost seemed like thunder to her ears because it was so quiet at the circle. He finally stopped tapping just as she was about to scream like she was getting tortured, and he lifted his hands into the air. He started drawing something in the air and it took a while for Emili to see what he was doing. Her eyes grew wide and crazed with anger. She was no longer terrified but overcome with the utter hate and anger she could bare for only one person.

He had drawn a heart with an x through the middle, a clear criss-crossed x, the same thing that was drawn on the walls of her childhood home in a town on the outside of Dublin. The symbol that was drawn in her family’s blood right in the middle of their family room, where they were viciously mangled and murdered and left there to rot in the summer heat. Under it was written a stupid graffiti like message that stated DANTE WAS HERE, like a cruel school joke.

He was here, it was him.

“You…you…YOU! YOU! IT’S FUCKIN’ YOU!” she screamed in hysteric anger. I shoulda fuckin’ known! Thas why the mayor’s body was left so obviously…the same fuckin’ kind of knife you fuckin’ used ta marder ma family you FUCKIN’ BASTARD!” she screamed, the tears flowing out in waterfall streams. The hermit, she now knew that it was Dante, started tapping his fingers again, and smiling… smiling like an amused child. He was no longer the crazy old hermit; he was a cold blooded psychotic murderer. He just kept tapping and tapping those fingers that were stained the blood and guts of her mother, father, and two sisters.

Stop it.

Smiling all through her final breakdown of realizing that all this was just a way to get her up to this town…to his trophy room.

Stop that fucking tapping!

“STOP IT!” she screeched in her craze and ran towards him, picking a rock up from the ground and holding it in the air, ready to strike. She was getting blinded by the constant flow of tears and the wind splintering her eyes, but ran on. She got to him and she struck with all her strength on his head. They both fell to the ground with her blow and she continued hitting him ferociously, feeling his skull crack under the bombardment of the rock. She continued on, even after she knew he was long dead and all she was doing was cracking his skull open more and more like a coconut.

There was blood splattered all over her face, her hair, arms, and clothes. She stayed there on top of him, drenched in his blood and panting from the exertion. She smiled and dropped the rock, her whole body failing to acquire energy. She started laughing, almost maniacally and kept laughing until she opened her eyes, thought for a second, and the laughing slowed at a pace until she finally stopped. He hadn’t tried to fight back; he was antagonizing her on purpose, wanting her to kill him. She got off the body of the man whose face was now unrecognizable and sat on the grass in a daze. What was happening to her? Her fingers tingled with the urge to hurt more...to kill more, it was becoming an itch.

“Now…it’s your...t-turn,” she heard the corpse whisper until he let out one final breath and smiled as he closed his eye permanently. Her turn? What did he mean her turn?

He was relieved…that wasn’t a final breath…that was a sigh of relief. Emili thought to herself. What was happening? What was that place? What did it do to people? She let out a stream of tears as she realized that something was happening to her…she was becoming him. She had the same itches she knew he had. She was getting dizzy and her vision was blurry.

It’s your turn… ---o--- Sean had been waiting in the car for what seemed like hours for Emili to come back. He was finally getting frustrated and decided to back up to the cottage to see if she went back there. He got to the cottage about 10 minutes later and knocked on the door.

“Ya bettar have a good raison to cohm tainting ma dar wit yar stinkin’ hahnds that ar reddled with th’ filth of th’ outsaide.” He heard the same greeting they got when he and Emili first came, but this time it was different. He opened the door ina panic and threw himself inside. He saw the figure of a woman sitting on an old rocking chair, with long red hair flowing over her shoulders.

“Em?”

THE END

Credit to: Parilis

[kornstreifs-storys]

Trinity(ability)

Seraphores signature Ability. Grands a special Power depending on which of Seraphores Faces is active right now. Seraphore can change what Face is active, by using the Move Mask pulse outside of battle.

Wraths Fury

Every enemy Pokémon that switches out while Seraphores Warth mask is active, will take 25% of it's max HP as damage. This will only work once per turn. This mask turns the Move Mask pulse into a damaging move.

Heal Guard

If Seraphore switches in while the Joy mask is active it will heal all combatants on its side of the battlefield for 25% of their max Hp. This mask truns Mask pulse into a healing Move.

Weeping Mirror

While Seraphores Grief mask is active, 25% of all damage taken by it or it's ally will be reflected back to the attacker. This mask turns Mask pulse into a Status move.

Neutrality

If no mask is active, Seraphore gains the effects of clear body. In this forme Mask pulse will be unchanged.

[coyging]

[azonewithu]

Striking poses but my words hit harder. Along with my punches. Are you driving yet? I akways am fyvknthe law you think i give a shit what some stupid assholes from the mist punitive province in Cabada say. No ive just armed mysekf kne cops hit a date eurh dwath in this town just line thrir hivjey time. No im that powerful i toroedoes them if uou lucrd in this fucked up conquered shitty area of warth uoud understabd why im do harsh with these people. It doesnt matter this kabd is mine im naking that clear. Ive moved 10 000 troops here. Tgis tegion us beat sbd irs line now. It wasnt hard these are wesk oeipke if uiu ever met any anywhere. Im changing some laws bsck around but it fies t matter my troops ate slready here i own thus provibce sll of it now. Ive split the country in half. Now i fan out in both directions. No there cant he sny reconciliation between thesebpeople snd us from the south. Im just pushing them back abd taking over. Right up inyo Ottawa. This place is a pushover. Theres no way any nation could survive snyway like these spoiled assholes. Ill toughen them up or ill kill them one of the other. Nah spoiled has led us to troops who cant invade shit becsuse theyll cry if they try. Yeah thats the rnemy hes sipposed yo have no head. I bkew it off from just iver that hill. Thats 16 on the day. Someones gotta ein thats us. Leave em ehete they fell let yhe vultures clean up. On to the next town.

[ajentmm]

Theorycrafting the Elyos Royals FEH Part 1

Emblem, Engage!

I'm doing something new here (unless you see my old fanmade Heroes sprites), making theory crafting new heroes. I’m going off of my predictions from a while ago and I’m starting with Elyos royals, hence the title. Also, the royals on the box art will be getting the same treatment as Alfred, a Rearmed unit with a Pref skill, named after their perf skill. Let’s Engage! (not in a marry sort of way (unless))

Unoffical sprite made by archsage

Diamant: Brodia’s Successor

Sword – Infantry – Fire Emblem: Engage – 5 Star ReArmed

45/46/36/37/20

The Crowned Prince of Brodia is massively popular character from Engage by sheer husbando merit alone. His personal class makes him a modified Hero class that gives him Sol. He came with high HP, Strength, and Defense, with good Speed and Build to reliably avoid being double. This overall balance of a melee unit makes him adaptable to many Emblems and Skills to inherit. His stats above reflex that, with higher the average HP, the new max Atk, and even Spd and Def. His weakness to Magic is something he will share with Alfred.

Arcane Jian: Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1). If unit's HP ≥ 25%, inflicts Atk/Def-6 on foe during combat, deals damage = 15% of unit's Atk (including when dealing damage with a Special triggered before combat), reduces damage before and during combat by attack by 40% (excluding Røkkr area-of-effect Specials), and grant unit a guaranteed follow-up attack.

Well, I was late to make an arcane sword that gave NFU, so I when with a more tank sword. After that, you get true damage base on your Atk instead of Spd, and reduce damage from all of foe’s attack. While Arcane Lúin is perfect for Speedy units, this is for slow heavy-hitter units.

Fair Fight: If foe initiates combat or foe can counterattack, grant unit Atk/Spd/Def/Res+8 during combat and reduce damage from foe's second attacks and onward by 80%. If unit's HP ≥ 75% and unit initiates combat, foe can counterattack before unit's first attack. After combat, if unit’s HP = 100%, unit is dealt 1 damage.

Now for the perf. From Diamint’s personal skill from Engage gives him and his opponent extra Hit chance when he initiates. It’s a double edge sword that could be used in your favor to intentionally take damage and use Wrath or Reprisal. But since he has Sol, it can be mitigated if he triggers on the follow-up, or better, on his one hit when using a Smash weapon. For this, he gets all these stats and damage reduction on follow-up attacks (like Brave Ike) when he in combat with a foe that can hurt him (no initiating on 2 range foes, that’s an unfair fight).

Sol – Fair Fight – Warth 4 – Joint Close Def

So I’m popping both my theorycrafted Warth 4 and Joint Close Def, which isn’t even in the game yet like come on. I’m also changing my HP ≤ 90% to HP ≤ 99% because why not at this point. I gave him the deal 1 damage in his A slot for that reason.

Wrath 4: If unit's attack can trigger their Special, grant the following: At start of turn, if unit's HP ≤ 99%, grants Special cooldown count-1. At the start of combat, if unit's HP ≤ 99%, deals +10 damage when Special triggers and neutralize effects that inflict "Special Cooldown charge-X" on unit during combat. After combat, if unit's HP ≤ 99%, grants Special cooldown count-1.

Joint Close Guard: Grants Def/Res+4 to allies within 2 spaces during combat against sword, lance, axe, dragonstone, or beast foes. If unit is within 2 spaces of an ally and foe uses sword, lance, axe, dragonstone, or beast damage, grants Def/Res+4 to unit during combat.

Yeah, he’s a bit of a mess, falling into the same problem Alfonse had where you intentionally take damage, get more powerful, then heal back up in a loop. But the loop cuts short when the guy you fight is at max power when at full health. I did mitigate it by having the HP condition be 1 point of damage, and making him take 1 point of damage.

Unoffical sprite made by archsage

Alcryst: Inferior Complex

Colorless Bow - Infantry - Fire Emblem: Engage – 5 Star

38/44/43/30/27

Fittingly, the second prince of Brodia is behind in popularity behind his big bro Diamant. The last two infantry archers we got in heroes since the BST boost from CYL were Eti (with the highest Atk) and Kiragi (tied with highest Spd). They are both 3-4 stars. Our 5 star locked boy, is going to compete with these two by having one less then both of those unit’s best stats, cuz he needs to be inferior is some way. His unique class, Tireur d'élite, is best known for spamming Luna better than any of the other characters with unique trigger skill classes. So, I have . . . basically made him the bow version of ReArmed Ophilea.

Eilte Bow: Effective against flying foes. Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1). If foe initiates combat with an ally within 2 spaces, grant that ally Def/Res+5 during combat, and after combat, grant unit Atk/Spd/Def/Res +6 for 1 turn and also, if unit’s Special is at its maximum value, grant Special count-1. If unit initiate combat or is within a 2 tile radius of an ally, grant bonus to unit’s Atk/Spd/Def/Res = 4 + current bonus on each of unit's stats during combat. Calculates each stat bonus independently.

Alcryst’s personal skill is “Get behind me!” Where in, If an nearby ally is attacked during enemy phase, Alcryst get a one turn Attack boost. Since that’s nothing, I gave if a full +6 and Time Pulse when an ally is attacked. I also included a Drive Bracing Stance, which pairs well with Joint Close Guard. From there, he’s just gets another boost in combat that comes with bonus doubler. So that’s like, +16 to all stats.

Luna - Special Spiral 4 – Joint Distant Guard

After that, he has is signature Luna, along with Special Spiral 4 and Joint Distant Guard to further protect your allies and yourself against the foe's you can counter attack against. No A slot skill though.

Unoffical sprite by archsage

Ivy: Elusive Lindwurm

Green Tome – Flying – Fire Emblem: Engage – 5 Star ReArmed

39/44/36/25/29

The Crown Princess of Elusia and avatar worshiper, Ivy is here. She’s known for using tomes, riding a wyvern, having surprising balanced stats for a mage, a purple outfit with a boob window, and . . . is this Camila, or am I mistaking her for Zephia? Anyway, I had three idea’s for her, one is Chapter 8 appearance where she used Emblem Leif to Vantage tank your team, the second is based on her recruitment chapter, where she used the Lyn ring and used Alacrity (or Spd check Desperation) to two tap foes, and the third is “Why not both?” That’s the worst option, but if she gets a Legendary or Summer alt, that’s what it would be. As for this build, we have two Vantage mage fliers in the form of B!Bylth and Ninja!Camila, while we have three mages with Desperation, with Spring!Delthia, B!Lysithia, and Winter!Lysithia, none of them are fliers. And I know Ivy is more bulk than Spd, but we still need her to be meta.

Arcane Excalibur: Accelerates Special trigger (cooldown count-1). If unit's HP > 25%, grants Atk/Spd/Def/Res+5 to unit, inflict penalties on foe's Spd/Res = penalties active on foe's Spd/Res during combat (Calculate stats independently), and reduces damage from foe's first attack by 40% during combat, and also, if unit's Spd > foe's Spd, neutralizes effects that guarantee foe's follow-up attacks and effects that prevent unit's follow-up attacks during combat.

This is an Arcane tome built for Speedy tome users that also further increases her damage and Spd by doubling the Spd/Res penalties. Then there’s the 30% DR and NFU we saw on the other Arcane weapons. Next, it’s Ivy’s perf B slot skill.

Single Minded: Enables [Canto (1)]. Inflicts Spd/Res-4 on foe during combat, and if no effect neutralizes penalties to foe's Spd/Res, inflicts penalty on foe's Spd/Res during combat = 6 - current penalty on foe's Spd/Res (min: 0). Calculate stats independently. Inflicts Spd/Res-6 on foe through its next action after combat. If unit initiate combat penalties and unit’s Spd > foe’s Spd - X, unit's follow-up attack occurs before foe's counterattack (X= active penalties on foe’s Res).

So, I gave her a very player phased focused B slot. She has Canto 1. She has Spd/Res Seal 4, in that she inflicts - 10 Spd/Res if the foe can't neutralize penalties, otherwise it's -4, then she applies -6 Spd/Res. She then gets Alacrity, the Spd check desperation that Lyn gives her, but as a bonus, she adds the penalties' on the foe's Res to help her Spd check. The idea is that, her perf gives her more Hit when facing the same opponent again. I'm mirroring this by using the Spd/Res penalties to mark a foe she fought.

Ruptured Sky – Atk/Spd Catch 4 – Single Minded – Spd Smoke 4

For the rest of her kit, she came with the skill Grasping Void, that takes the foe's Magic stat and add it to her own damage. A more reliable version of that in Heroes is Ruptured Sky, that takes the foe's Atk stat (more if it's a dragon). Sorry Byleth, you don't have a monopoly on that skill anymore. Then there's Atk/Spd Catch to use the penalties to applies to boost her damage, and Spd Smoke 4 to give her more Spd and [Dodge] after fighting. This mirrors the Spd Taker skill that Lyn also provides. These great fodder skill should make up for the fact she don't come with any new inheritable skills.

So I'm gonna be real, I have been super busy this month so I couldn't type up these new explanation in a reasonable time. I figure I split this post in two just to get it out before the next new heroes banner. Remember to like, comment, and follow.

[nicolai-schafi-viktor]

Hello! I have moved to

@warth-of-the-necrolamb

^^

Anyway I calmed down and found a great way to deal with my overreactions now so since I am a super happy sheep again I decided to pin this. \o/

( still I will probably do dysfunctional or obsessive posts and oversharing [since I seriously have no filter of what is appropiate to share or say] in the future but that‘s just a part of my life so määääääh )

And everyone who thinks they have to block me for being a narcissistic person that has done stupid shit in the past or because you think I should change my behaviour even more then I have already archieved during my therapy:

OK feel free to do so. I am annoyed by people who want to change me into becoming a conformist to morals anyway. My main guidance I have discovered is worth following is my own rules. Even though I may rethink and adjust them occasionally it is still me who is the only one to decide how I want to live my life.

Also I can‘t stand my own past so if you want to blame me or remind me for it:

No use. I am very well aware of my own faults. But I won‘t become a better person when people constantly rub it in or remind me why I should be hated. I‘m already doing this enough to myself. But in longterm I am more focusing on making decisions that concern the present moments as it proofs to give me a more balanced ego compared to my overreactions and pure hate then any criticism from a different person is creating in me.

So best way to deal with this sheep if it doesn‘t follow your standards is to make it do its own decisions cause they are quite likely to make the sheep step by step follow its therapy guidelines and leave its dysfunctional behaviour behind.

MÄH! \o/

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Yeah im weong. Get em to build a jet engine for you. They cant conform one bit wanna ram good is about em doen put throat and make us choke on whats bad about them. When at one time we could have wiped em out smd still can. At the end of days ladies thetes no ahhhhhhh. What is is no mattercwhat THEY say. We re still in cjarge by far. I control wverything the pilice the military most business. I took over by force. I literalky oen most cotes on warth on the wesyetn eotkd. By gorce not money. Well both. But ya cant just have ind or yue other. I rule alllllll . Thats not dver changing. It has to be this say. Domrone culture has to win. Fuck old cultures guys they dontveork. They just dont. We shpuld have everything. Fuck itll be like the 90s but on serpids. The russians ste doen. Think it over. We get our side they get theirs the asians get theirs we sut everything else. Rebuild aftica snd south america and the amazon lwt ot glourish. I think you know ehat im getting at. Ill take the heat. Only i can,

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'Absurd versions' — Azerbaijan's president accuses Russia, condemns Putin’s denial of involvement in plane crash

Azerbaijani President Ilham Aliyev again accused Russia of causing the Dec. 25 crash of Airlines Flight J2-8243, which killed 38 people, and criticized Vladimir Putin for not admitting guilt during a Jan. 6 meeting with victims’ families and surviving crew members.

The flight, en route from Baku to Grozny, Chechnya, changed course and crashed in Kazakhstan. Multiple reports and official Azerbaijani statements attributed the disaster to a missile launched by a Russian Pantsir-S air defense system.

“The blame for this disaster lies with representatives of the Russian Federation,” he said.

Russian President Vladimir Putin, who has maintained close ties with Azerbaijan, offered condolences during a Dec. 28 phone call but stopped short of admitting Russian responsibility.

Aliyev criticized Russia’s handling of the incident, accusing its agencies of suppressing evidence and promoting “absurd versions” of events.

Aliyev also blamed Russia for failing to close its airspace near Grozny and highlighted poor coordination between its military and civil aviation services as factors contributing to the tragedy.

Azerbaijan Airlines crash highlights Russia’s failure to close airspace amid war

The Dec. 25 Azerbaijan Airlines plane crash, likely caused by Russian air defense, shines light on a glaring issue the Kremlin has long swept under the rug. By unleashing its war against Ukraine, Russia has made its airspace a dangerous place. While Ukraine banned civilian flights over its territo…

The Kyiv IndependentOleg Sukhov

Aliyev said the plane’s black boxes were decoded in Brazil at Azerbaijan’s insistence, bypassing the Interstate Aviation Committee due to doubts about its objectivity.

Flight J2-8243 carried 67 passengers, including 42 Azerbaijani citizens, 16 Russians, six Kazakhs, and three Kyrgyz citizens. Official Azerbaijani sources confirmed that the missile responsible originated from Russian forces.

Lukashenko’s spox denies apology to Zelensky for Belarus’s involvement in Russia’s war

“No apologies have been made by the Belarus president to Zelensky, for the simple reason that we have nothing to apologize for,” Lukashenko’s spokesperson Natalia Eismont said.

The Kyiv IndependentKateryna Denisova