#afk church of light | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fanficwriter284 · 2 years

Text

Their Wedding Day

Writers Note: Sorry I've been AFK. So, here's some Chiffany

This is prior to all the sick day/ Valentine fanfics

The day had finally come. It had been about 3 months after Chucky's re-proposal to Tiffany and their wedding day had finally come. Everything had to be perfect. Glenda was the flower girl and Glen was the ring bearer. Slappy was his Bestman, and Carrie, Annabelle, and Rose had been her bridesmaids. Chucky woke up around four A.M to practice his vows. He felt so much guilt about what he put Tiffany and the twins through after these years. He was a nervous wreck. All their friends would be there. Freddy, Jason, Michael, Billy, Jigsaw, Candy, Ghostface, and so many more! "Chuck? Is that you? Why the heck are you up so early?" "I don't know Slappy. It's just last time I married Tiff I ended up stabbing her in the back; literally. I just got so angry that I couldn't control myself. I--I never want that to ever happen again. " "I see. Well, Chucky, from what I see you've changed. I've seen the way you act and protect your wife and kids. And will do ANYTHING to keep them out of harm's way. I think you'll do great. You got nothing to worry about." Chucky took a deep breath and relaxed. He looked out to his Tux. SHIT! "Shit! gotta get ready! Beat it Pinocchio!" Slappy rolled his eyes and laugh while exiting the room. Chucky got dressed and made his way to the chapel. Ironic right! Tiffany always wanted to get married in a nice fancy church and Chucky wanted to make her happy so they both agreed and picked one.

4 Hours Later

Chucky was at the alter waiting. He looked down the aisle then toward the crowd. "Any Minute Now!" He thought to himself. He heard the music play. He saw his youngest daughter there in her light pink dress with her curly hair tied back into a braid with beautiful white and purple lilies in her hair. She began to throw flower petals to the ground in front of her mother. Tiffany had an elegant white dress on and a wedding veil. She carefully walked down the aisle towards her soon-to-be husband. He looked so handsome. He had his hair slicked back in a shiny black tuxedo, and polished shoes. His smile said it all. She had arrived at the altar and faced Chucky. He lifted off the veil to reveal her beautiful face, and those emerald eyes of hers, he loved oh, so, much.

"Now, Charles Lee Ray and Tiffany Valentine will now recite their own vows."

"Tiffany Delilah Valentine, ever since I met you, you have always stuck with me through the good and the bad. You never gave up on me and have always supported me. Ever since I met you, you have made me feel alive, loved, and wanted. I don't know what my life would be like without you in it. You are my other half. I will ALWAYS love you. Always and forever!"

"Charle Lee Ray, the moment I laid eyes on you I felt a connection between us. Like nothing, I've ever felt before. When I lost you, I felt like a piece of me was missing. Like I was missing my other half. Now that I'm with you again, I never want to let you go again."

"Now may we have the rings please."

Glen immediately shot up knowing that was his cue. He grabbed the rings and handed him the rings. Chucky gave him a little wink and a gentle nod of approval. Glen sat back down and watch the ceremony continue.

"Now Chucky, place this ring on Tiffany's finger and say with this ring I thee wed."

"With this ring I thee wed"

"Now Tiffany, place this ring on Chucky's finger and say with this ring I thee wed."

"With this ring I thee wed"

"Charles Lee Ray, do you take Tiffany Delilah Valentine to be your wedded wife, to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health, and forsaking all others, be faithful only to her, for as long as you both shall live?"

I do.

Their Fingers Began to intertwine. Both looking into each other's eyes.

"Tiffany Delilah Valentine, do you take Charles Lee Ray to be your wedded husband to live together in marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him for better or worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and health and forsaking all others, be faithful only to him so long as you both shall live?"

I do.

"BY THE POWER INVESTED IN ME! I NOW PRONOUNCE YOU HUSBAND AND WIFE! YOU MAY NOW KISS THE BRIDE!!!!"

Chucky pulled his newly wedded wife in close and passionately kissed her. The crowd cheered and clapped as they kissed. They both looked each other in the eyes and smiled. Chucky once again pulled Tiffany in and whispered in her ear. " I love you so damn much." And kissed her again. As they kissed Tiffany could feel him smiling. "I love you too."

-Fin

#chucky x tiffany #chuckyxtiffany #glen and glenda #Family #Rays forever

17 notes · View notes

unhingednerdyredhead · 3 years

Text

I'm an AFK Arena addict and I have ideas.

Starting off, the Lightbearer Empire operates very similarly to the British Empire in terms of administration and "civilizing" Esperia. Constant warfare and ruthless bureaucracy grind down any would-be reformers or drives them mercilessly into destruction with the ones who survive discarded like trash.

The Church of Light is corrupt, but no one who tries to stand against the corruption lives long enough to reform the system. The Inquisition has absolutely no problem with harming the families of those who deviate from their rigid structures (Daimon's illness was an extra punishment for Niru). Lucius, Belinda, and Eluard know what the Church really does, but the threat of disgrace and torture, even to their families, renders them powerless to change it

#afk arena #headcanon #fucktheCoL #anticol

12 notes · View notes

homogrimoire-archive · 3 years

Text

Kingfield's Fourth Anniversary - Day 1

Just An Urban Legend

Feng, David, Dwight, and Jake find themselves at the fire together after a trial. Stories from back home are exchanged to pass the time, and some of those stories manage to find their way into the trials.

AO3 Link

This time around, it was Dwight, Jake, David, and Feng around a fire. They all had finished a trial some time ago, Dwight and David were with a different set of survivors, and Feng and Jake from another set as well. Jake was contently resting on the outskirts of the camp, Dwight and David were leaning against each other by the fire to keep even more warm, and Feng was sitting on a log bored out of her mind.

She really didn’t like this place. Its not like she was ever particularly outdoorsy. Sure, she had her smartphone, which miraculously never died, but it was entirely useless. No offline games on it, no music, and the clock was obsolete in a place where time didn’t matter. The flash didn’t stun killers, and throwing it at them just made them angry more than anything.

Still, she held onto it. A piece of home. All of them had something from home they kept on themselves. For Jake, it was a well used Swiss Army Knife, an expensive and genuine one at that. For Dwight, it was his old wristwatch. Apparently, he had it since forever. It looked as old. And for David, it was a roll of sports bandages. It never seemed to run out, despite how much he used it.

“I’m bored. Any of you got any stories?” she eventually asked since she figured the others would like to kill the time too.

“Hmmm… ” Dwight contemplated. Feng noticed that David patiently awaited his boyfriend’s response. How someone could manage to fall in love here was beyond her.

“I saw bigfoot once.”

“No you didn’t.” Jake quickly protested as he shot up from where he slept. “It was probably an emaciated bear, or some guy in a suit, or a trick of the light with some branches or something.” He then promptly went back to lying down.

“Yeesh mate, how long’ve you been holdin’ that one in?” David wondered.

“I just have very strong strong and very right opinions on dumb myths like that.” he rationalized.

“Well it’s true!” Dwight pouted. “I was working as a janitor for this huge park and this kid got lost in the woods so they arranged a search party. I went to help after my shift with a co-worker. We were searching for hours, and it was getting dark, so we decided to head back. Keep it one missing person instead of making it three, you know? So, we were on our way back when we heard this terrifying scream! It was like something I’d expect to hear here, honestly. So me and my co-worker are scared shitless. We’re back to back with our flashlights looking around to see if we can find the thing. And just when we think we’re kinda safe, I turn my light to see two glowing eyes staring right at me and the outline of a huge man.”

“No!” Feng says, almost in disbelief.

“Yes! I scream and cling onto my coworker, and then he sees it and screams, and we trip over ourselves and fumble as we run away, still screaming like little girls!” Dwight laughed. “No joke though, it had to have been at least twice as tall as me.”

“What you heard was probably a cougar, or some other large cat. Or some animals mating. Those things are freaks.” Jake shuddered. He heard animals getting it on more times than he would have ever liked to.

“Well, I know what I saw, or my name’s Aloiscious the Third! And its not.” the honest man proudly stated.

“…Whatever.” Jake sighed.

“Well, I believe you, luv.” David comforted with a kiss to his cheek.

“Thanks David.” Dwight cooed as he leaned back into his boyfriend.

“You know, I saw something’ kinda scary too when I was a kid.” David mentioned. “Not so scary now, but that’s kinda expected.”

“I’m down to hear it. Fire away, champ.”

“It began on a dark night. Me ‘n some blokes were bored and decided to pay a visit to an abandoned church.”

“You know how cliché that sounds, right?” Dwight questioned.

“And wanderin’ to the woods at night ain’t?” David fired back.

“…Touché.”

“Anyhow, we were walkin’ up to the place when we saw the thing. It was a Black Dog. Thing was guardin’ the place of course. Pry thought we were gonna tear it up, so it howled bloody murder and ran straight for us barkin’ like it was rabid!” David laughed at the memory. “Needless t’say, our arses were humbled for a few good days.”

“You saw a feral black dog? I guess that’s kinda scary.” Feng commented. She liked Dwight’s story better.

“Yeah… Could be scarier.” Dwight admitted.

“Wasn't just any ol’ bloody black dog, A Black Dog. Guess you lot might not know what they are. Legend says the first buried at a churchyard had t’guard it ‘gainst the devil. Since no one wanted to be the poor sod stuck doin’ that, people buried a dog first. Then again, could’ve just been a regular ol’ demonic black dog. Lot more of those furry bastards.”

“I could believe that.” Dwight conceded.

“Yeah. If I’m remembering correctly, there are tons of spirits and a ton of different types back home. I never really bothered to learn about it though.” she nonchalantly admitted. It never really interested her. “But, this one gaming cafe I was staying at did have a legend around it. Supposedly, a guy solo queued nonstop and died there. Sounds like a noob if you ask me. Honestly, he wasn’t even Top 500. He wasn’t even Grandmaster!” she laughed, and then saw David and Dwight looking at her in confusion. “Oh wait, you’re all kinda old huh? Guy played alone in a team based video game nonstop, and died. He wasn’t even that good at the game.”

“Ah.”

“That makes a bit more sense.” David said gratefully. Things could get rather confusing when you had friends from a few decades ahead or behind you.

“So anyways, legend has it that if you sat in the chair he died in, his spirit would possess you, and you’d get his skills. But, you’d also game yourself to death like him.”

“Did you ever sit in his chair?” Dwight wondered.

“Pft, and gain the skills of a noob like him and get wrecked? As if! I might as well have went AFK for a week. I had some juicy Prestige to keep up you know.”

Before they could pester Jake for a story, the Fog began to roll in.

“Aw shit, here we go again .” Feng said as she rolled her eyes.

“Ain’t no rest for the wicked, huh? See you guys there.” Dwight said with a wave. With his other hand, he still held onto David despite knowing the Fog would separate them regardless. They had all worked together before, so Dwight didn’t need to explain a plan of action.

“I hope it’s one a them Legion bastards. Love seein’ ‘em lose.” David grinned, sure they would have a successful trial. He gave Dwight a kiss on the cheek in celebration of the impending victory, making the shorter man blush.

“As long as we survive, I don’t care who we're up against.” Jake said as he threw in an offering, hoping it would land them in the forest. “See you all on the other side.” And with a salute, they were whisked away.

The Fog cleared to reveal the Red Forest. Dwight knew that somewhere, Jake was happy. He just hoped the Huntress wasn’t here this time. She was far too efficient on her home turf. Dwight wandered shortly before coming across a generator to work on. Surprisingly, he managed to complete it before something happened. Based on the scream, David was hooked. But thankfully, he wasn’t too far away from him.

Sneakily, Dwight made his way over to the hook, keeping an eye out for this trial’s killer. In a close call, he saw the eldest Legion member passed right by him. Dwight let out a sigh of relief once he was in the clear, and then rushed to David.

“My knight in shining armour’s come t’rescue me, has he?” David chuckled, but instantly regretted it and winced from the pain of the hook.

“You can thank me later. Come on, let’s go!”

“Oh, I will~” David said smugly.

“You’re terrible…” Dwight said in a restrained voice, not wanting to reveal his anticipation and spurn the other man.

Eventually, it came to the last generator, and Dwight ended up being the one to keep the Legionnaire busy.

“Come out come out wherever you are! Don’t worry, I bite!” the young man teased. Dwight tried to keep calm as he hid in the locker. Slowly, the legionnaire passed by the lockers, dragging his knife across the metal doors.

“Gotcha!” he steamed as he yanked open a locker door, revealing it to be empty. “Fucker…” he cursed as he slammed the thing shut. “Now where could he have gone?” he wondered as he idled in front of the locker Dwight was hiding in.

“How about… Here!” he screamed as he opened the locker Dwight was in, causing him to scream in turn. “HA HA HA! Classic!” the Legionnaire rejoiced as he tossed Dwight over his shoulder.

Dwight tried to break free, but was unable too. The closest hook was nearby, leaving him with not enough time.

“Alright, let’s hear you scream again!” the killer announced with eager anticipation. But just before setting Dwight on the vile contraption, there was a roar that seemed to shake the area. “What the fuck was that? What the fuck is that?” he said once he caught a glimpse of the roar’s source. Dwight saw it too, a tall thing with glowing eyes.

“Hmm?” the killer hummed, and brought up his free hand to the side of his face like it was a phone. “… Really? … Alright, alright! I get it! Sheesh… Consider it done, boss.” the killer said and hung up, and threw Dwight to the ground. For a moment, he thought he was about to get mori’d.

Instead, he got a kick to the dick and a boot to the face as the killer ran off laughing joyously. Meanwhile, Dwight curled up into a ball as he clutched his groin. A few moments later, he got up and hobbled away. A terrible experience, but better than being mori’d. When he reached the group, they had just finished the last generator, sounding off to let the killer know as well.

“Shite, wot happ’ned to ya?” David fretted as he immediately went to Dwight’s side, the deep bruise on his face and funny walk evident. “I swear, I’ll find a way to make the bastard pay!”

“Well, a kick to the dick and face. I’ll live. But, something else happened, something odd.” Dwight began. Then, they felt the heartbeat, letting them know the killer was near. Then, something passed then, something neither survivor nor killer.

“Get back here so I can skin you alive! Papa needs a new pimp coat!” the Legionnaire giggled.

“Hey, watch this pro strat!” Feng told the other survivors. “360 no scope!” she announced with a twirl, and tossed her phone. It flew in the direction of the killer, just so happening to land in front of him. He stepped on it, and slid head first into a tree. A crack formed on the mask as he groaned.

“Suck it!” Feng taunted as she brought her hands to her hips as she thrusted outwards. The others celebrated with her. This was the most fun she had in a long time.

“You little bitch! I’ll-” he began, but was cut off with a swift knee to the dick. He let out a long, high pitched squeal as he slowly crumpled to the floor, clutching his family jewels.

The thing had come back to help out. It gave a thumbs up. They all knew what that thing was now that it was in front of them.

“Nice.” David said as he gave it a thumbs up in return before it ran away again. Dwight looked at Jake with a shit-eating grin once it had left, and they were on their way to the exit gate.

“Okay, you know this doesn’t count!”

“Gotta take the L, my guy.” Feng said as she patted Jake on the back.

Back at the campfire, Dwight recounted what happened, to the shared anger and surprise of the others.

"Least that bigfoot bloke seems like a good fellow. Has my respect."

"I hope we see him again. He seemed cool." Feng hoped. It would be something to spice up life in hell.

"And what do you think, Jake?" Dwight smugly asked.

"I refuse to acknowledge that thing." he simply stated. Dwight let out a little laugh that David found cute.

But, to the surprise of everyone, the Fog rolled in. It never rolled on so soon after a completed trial.

"Oh come on! We just finished one, you bastard!" David yelled out.

“It’s probably because of what happened last round.” Dwight sighed. None of them were in terrible condition or overly exhausted, but still. It would have been nice to have a longer break.

“I’m sure we’ll do fine like last time.” Jake assured.

“I just hope it’s not that doctor. He really creeps me out.” Feng said. The others agreed, and were taken by the Fog.

On the other side, they found themselves in a warm climate, a ghost town in the wild west. Dwight and Feng found themselves spawned near each other, and were quick to get working on a generator. As it neared completion, their hearts hastened as they heard the fear-inducing lullaby of The Huntress.

She was unbothered by the vastly different environment. She sniffed the air, and snapped her head in the direction of the generator. An axe was readied, and thrown in the direction of the generator.

“Run!” Dwight yelled as the generator announced its completion. An axe buried itself in the spot where he was. Feng was faster than him, so Dwight found himself the target of the killer once more. He cursed being fun to chase. He noticed that for some reason, the Huntress particularly liked to hunt him. He didn’t want to dwell on why.

He was eventually axed and downed in a single hit. He screamed when she yanked it out, revealing that its iridescent red color didn’t just come from his blood. She scooped him up in her arms and held him like a baby, resuming her song to try and comfort him. He tried to wiggle free, but it was harder than it looked. Sometimes, he wondered if the Entity even gave her any supernatural strength. He wouldn't be surprised if she didn’t. He was soon on the hook in a basement, crying in pain. She stood there for a moment to admire her work, or something, before leaving.

Dwight knew to wait for someone to unhook him. It was safer, even more so with David around. But basements were a more dangerous place to be when the Huntress was involved. She always seemed to know when someone was there. He figured that another generator or two had to be finished by the time he heard someone approaching. It generated a spark of hope that quickly dissipated as he heard her song.

And down the stairs came Feng, a wound in her shoulder, also in her arms like a baby too. As she screamed on the hook, the Huntress also winced, muttering something unintelligible before leaving.

“Hey Feng…”

“Hey…”

“How- Ack!” he cried as the hook moved a little in him.

“Fine.” she sighed, already knowing his question. “Two more gens. … I hate this place.”

“Yeah…”

They waited for a rescuer in the ambient silence of the basement. With two left, it would be easy to lure the Huntress far from the basement so they could be saved. Their hopes rose and fell, just as before. She came down singing with David slung over her shoulder. One of his arms appeared to be wounded.

“Fockin’ bitch!” he screamed as she tossed him onto the hook and left without a second glance at him. “I swear ’m gonna- Argh!” he yelled as the hook dug into him as we squirmed.

“Okay, let’s just, keep calm. Wait a few moments, and then we’ll try to free ourselves.”

“As you say luv.” David agreed. Feng hummed in agreement as well.

“So, how’s it hangin?” he dared to ask after waiting a little bit.

“Ughhh, you did not just say that.” Feng groaned.

“David, I swear!”

“Sorry…”

“You’re lucky I love you. Alright, on the count of three guys. One… Two… Three!” Dwight yelled as they tried to unhook themselves. Each of them failed, screaming in pain as they fell right back onto the hook, Entity’s claws showing up to induce more fear.

“It’s okay guys. It’s- It’s alright.” Dwight said, trying to sound calm himself even though he was not, panting, sweating, and a few tears breaking free. He didn’t want to feel that emptiness that even love could not stave away. Neither did the others. Then, the last generator sounded completion. A few moments later, Jake came hurrying down the stairs. The Huntress would surely be there soon.

He unhooked David first, who unhooked Dwight with one arm as Jake got Feng. They didn’t even bother to heal, not that it mattered when she could one shot them into dying this trial. But at the top of the steps she awaited. With a hunter’s cry, she threw an axe down the stairs, the survivors narrowly dodging it. Still, she sang her song and grinned a mad smile

Just when she was about to lunge at them, she shifted to block an attack from something. It was a dog. It chomped right through her axe handle. She wasn’t singing anymore. She quickly retaliated with a headbutt, knocking it away. She cast aside her broken axe with a snarl and lunged at the other beast. They wrestled each other to the ground, aiming for each other’s throats. Seeing their chance, the survivors took it and ran.

“I thought you said those things were demons?!” Dwight questioned as David carried him in one arm.

“Most a ‘em! The church ones ain’t the only ones to do protectin’.”

“Who cares! Let’s just hurry up and escape!” Jake yelled as he led the way.

They soon reached an exit gate and hurried to unlock it. About a third of the way through, they heard an animalistic yet human roar. She had won. Around her mouth was black blood. But, she did not come out unscathed. She bore many scratches, a number of them deep and flowing with dark red blood. Even half of her mask was broken, revealing a red iris surrounded by black.

“Come on come on hurry up!” Feng shouted at the switch as she ran towards them, laughing maniacally with an axe in hand. Their hearts were pounding, the knowledge that at least one of them was probably going to die about to set in. Jake took out the flash light to try and stun her, but fumbled and dropped it.

And out of nowhere, she was knocked to the ground by a blur of black. It was the black dog again. It was on top of her, and then in one swift motion, she was on top, and tore out it's throat with her bare hands. She tossed aside the flesh and fur and resumed her true hunt. She was only a few feet away when she fell forward, the dog’s maw mangling her ankle. She let out a scream as she tried to hit it with her axe, but missed. Then the alarm sounded and the gate opened.

“Go, go, go!” Jake ushered.

“Wait!” David shouted, and switched Dwight for Jake’s flashlight. He ran back, and aimed the light at the Huntress as she thrashed about. Once she was blinded, David whistled for the dog and patted his thigh to usher it to come. It did, and ran beside David as they ran through the exit gate to the safety of the campfire.

David and Dwight laughed in celebration, the dog rejoicing with them. Feng breathed a sigh of relief as Jake mended her wound.

“Wanna refuse to acknowledge this one?” David joked as he ruffled the dog’s thick, dark fur. Jake finished patching up Feng, and went to go patch up David while Feng took care of Dwight

“Refuse to acknowledge what?” he asked, playing dumb. “There’s no such thing as a Black Dog, just black dogs.” Just as he was about to apply something to David’s arm, the dog growled at him, causing him to back away. The others lightly laughed.

“Alright, fine! … It’s real.” Jake told the dog. It seemed content with being acknowledged, so it let Jake do his work, proceeding to rest at David’s feet.

“So, what can you tell us about your dog, King?” Feng asked.

“Hmm… their name is Heir, being heir to the King’s throne an’ all. Fights like a King too!” he praised he he ruffled the dog's fur.

“You mean we’re keeping them?” Dwight asked with a bright smile.

“Well, I hope so.” David said as he continued to pet it. “Don’t think Heir’ll be goin’ to trials though. Pry for the best.”

“Aww, so cute! C’mere!” Dwight called. It got up and went to sit before Dwight. He let the dog sniff his hand, and it licked it before ploping back down in front of David. “Oh my god they like me!” Dwight squealed, looking like he was about to cry.

“‘Know I said most were demons. A few are good, like this little bloke ‘ere!” he praised as he scratched behind its ear, which it seemed to like. “Either protect a church, or guide the wayward. Fittin’.”

The Entity seemed to be willing to allow them the repose, since it didn’t quickly call them into a trial. Even after the next trial the dog remained by the fire, awaiting David’s return. If David were out in a trial, Dwight would oft find the dog at his feet, lounging around. The big, dark furball comforted other survivors after dreary trials, even if it too could not dissipate that empty feeling.

And even so, the trials soon became much more lively, as did the times round the fire

#kingfield #dwight fairfield #david king #dead by daylight #feng min #jake park #dbd #the huntress #frank morrison #3.7k words #Kingfield's Fourth Anniversary #like totally forgot to post this yesterday lol

9 notes · View notes

turing-tested · 5 years

Note

in light of your server reset and update, can you share some of your favorite server moments / creations? :0 let’s pay it a nice tribute

clurch (clown church) they had clergy and also service and holy books and hell faygo that applied every effect in the game at once

meat cult vs bone cult

i made a 50,000 block melon once and when i removed it someone went feral

when i would go afk people would make a box around me with signs that said nice things about me

komaedaville

weedville

crashing the server several times when i tried to create hundreds of thousands of blocks at a time

#other halcrafters pls add on #maniajpg

153 notes · View notes

stdio2020 · 3 years

Text

Not another word Salad

Tin man Second Life AFK. How can I hold your hand when you gave me a dead arm? Pins and needles numb...sorta like a PNG backdrop. My past checkered like the Louis you just got. Im transparent, the light goes right through me. Im a deep fake and I’m fake deep. Plato doesn’t know there’s a rave in this cave. Loser. Total square. I sell my body to the camera, to the LOVESTREAM. Im a resource. just like the trees and the cows. LOLcow. Laugh Emoji Cry Emoji. emoji lost in translation comes to me in the form of an [X] thanks for nothing. Not for nothing but for nobody.

You’re running in place. I know. Where do you think you’re going? To church. Why? clout chasing God, also the priest is gonna bless my baby through the phone. BABY BLESS ME THROUGH THE PHONE. What are you drinking? Cultured smoothie. Is that like Kombucha? No its like style its like sex its like a joke dont you get a joke? I can’t tell if you’re being serious. What does that matter? Who’s asking the questions here? i forgor. sorry. How do you know Sonnie? Who? SONNIE, ahh forget it. I did. So what do you want? I want to want something like they do in the movies. The movies arent real you know. Yes they are. Your hands are cold. Yeah they’re made of aluminium from recycled monster cans. So you’re just going to spin forever? Its a pirouette, its very graceful, it gets the eyes on me like a sunbeam. So you want the eyes? The eye helps. iLove you. cringe. Fuck you. Whatever.

0 notes

ryther-writes · 6 years

Text

The Spirit of Giving

In the days following the (hopefully) final battle at the Dawnspire against Baal and his Legion forces, Kyranyx and the rest of the Sunguard had been spending their time licking their wounds and trying to recover. Yet even during this recovery, it was hard to forget that this was a time of celebration all across Azeroth. The Winter’s Veil celebration was one of great note for many across the world, and Kyranyx was no exception. It seemed hard to remember that last year when she had arrived in the Sunguard, it had been during such a joyous time.

How times have changed.

Luckily, even with all the ongoing chaos, she had managed to find time for those closest to her to give items to them for the holidays. She sat down in the chair that had several cards attached to gifts, and began to write.

First, she took a gift wrapped in solid red, with no pattern on it. Inside it was a multi-tool that had several different gadgets on it, including a pocket knife, a lighter, a pen, and a pepper spray along with several mini-canisters for refill in case the user ran out.

To: Thanidiel Highdawn

First of all, I appreciate the gift you gave me earlier. I can assure you that it will be put to good use if we ever encounter more treacherous weather. In return, I give to you something that I hope can be of some practical use to you.

@thanidiel

Next, she grabbed a box gift wrapped in orange. This one had a few basic floral patterns on it, at least. The gift inside was an orb that, when shaken, emitted a rather bright light from it.

To: Esme Sunshard

Since joining the Sunguard, you’ve been the person that I could always rely on both on the battlefield and off it. You didn’t harbor the same judgement that many others did for me when I first arrived, and you gave me a chance to prove myself. Even in our darkest hour, you were there to lend an ear and your voice. For that, I give you something that can hopefully light the way in your times of darkness.

@jessipalooza

A third gift was not wrapped in a box unlike the two before it, rather it was fairly obviously that it was a bottle of some kind. More specifically, it was a bottle of rum from Booty Bay, and not a cheap one either.

To: Vaelrin Firestorm

You and I have butted heads several times, but you’ve always been a help on the battlefield and even with our differences at times, you’ve given me chances, and I will never forget that. Let’s not pour this one on the ground, shall we?

@forever-afk

And lastly, there was one more gift, one she had intended to deliver personally unlike the others, but still she wrote on the card of the blue-and-gold wrapped box. Inside was one book that was a translation of Common-to-Thalassian for her to read, and another book that apparently was written by a member of the Church of Light in Common that told of his travels for several decades. Along with those items, there was also a bottle of cider that came straight from Elwynn.

To: Prisa Violette

We’ve been through ups and downs together, and we met when the Sunguard was at one of it’s lowest since I’ve been around. But we’ve always been around to support each other through thick and thin, and I’m glad that you have decided to stay in such a foreign place as the Sunguard.

Thank you.

@pyrar

#kyranyx ryther #Esme Sunshard #prisa #vaelrin #thanidiel #drabble

6 notes · View notes

courage-a-word-of-justice · 7 years

Text

Juuni Taisen 8 | Netjuu no Susume 7 | Mahoutsukai no Yome 7 | Houseki no Kuni 7 | Girls’ Last Tour 7

Juuni Taisen 8

I’m fresh off the Hozuki no Reitetsu season 1 boat and ready to rock! Let’s go.

Atari? Isn’t that some game company???

I can kinda feel Nisio Isin’s motivation waning, like Dragon and Snake don’t really matter. Dragon and Snake really don’t matter, considering they’ll die later anyways.

Well, at least Graphinica makes nice ice effects. They must be pretty coo-what, you want me to stop with the puns? I didn’t even finish that one.

I wonder if Ufotable hires Graphinica for 3D effects? Those fire effects look familiar.

Ooh…the Dragon brings the court to its knees. The more I watch, the more I’m convinced these Tatsumi twins are the Beppus. (I think I’ve said that for previous episodes, though.)

Hmm. I don’t appreciate the fact I just sat through two episodes’ worth of monologues, but hopefully we can actually get something good out of this. Like a battle.

Can Duodecuple please do something more useful in this show? As much as I like to hear Hiroki Yasumoto speak English, Duodecuple’s a lousy “god” to the zodiac and a horrible narrator, since the monologues do everything for him. Even Navi does better than this in the manga…

Netjuu no Susume 7

Sakurai has a pink keyboard. That suits his name (sakura = cherry blossom).

Interesting to note they don’t use the kanji for “I” (watashi) or “you” (kimi). There are two different yous and two different Is used to imply different genders.

Hayashi has signs saying moratta (received) which CR translates as “gift”. Hmm…there seems to be a disconnect between those two words.

Frigglin’ heck. It’s like these guys knew I was reading Haruhi Suzumiya light novels not too long ago!

Asymmetry short, ponytail long, mannish (?) short and ribbon hair (long). That’s what those hairstyles are.

As I pointed out once, this is from a web manga. Meta joke!

Netjuu no Susume eyecatches make good wallpapers once aga-what? Who’s this with the strange bow in their hair?

Giant burger plush. I want.

Koiwai uses Windows, LOL. (Vista, I think?)

The subbers spelt “server” wrong. It’s weird, because they spelt “sever” instead…

Moll-Oh. Morii. I get it now.

Koiwai has a sister? (based on switched genders)

Koiwai is gonna fricking pull these lovebirds together, isn’t he? He already did it in real life, so it’s not like he couldn’t here, that noob.

The butterfly effect in the background, haha. Harumi’s AFK, people. Respect the AFK people.

Oh…dear. They put Mamiko Noto on double cast duty, which makes sense, but they put Tomoaki Maeno as Harumi, which…uh, suits that muscular woman. Yuki though…they cast Yuki with someone else. I think, from the credit list, the brown character who’s paired off with Yuki is called “Hearth”.

Mahoutsukai no Yome 7

There are some interesting parallels between Alice/Renfred and Chise/Elias…

That mandrake is so rattled…I like it. It’s cute.

Serously, what do you call the sheep-thing?

When you get the chance to, pause and read the note. It’s not proper English, but that is some fancy handwriting…

Holy No Face, Batman! It’s a spirit that looks like the internet group Anonymous!

Is the church grim a fairy?

Chise is such an otome game heroine. I’d pay good money for an otome game with her as the protag.

Houseki no Kuni 7

Snow is a symbol of sadness…

Cinnabar doesn’t have blobs of mercury around themselves in the OP. Interesting.

Hibernation in Japanese is literally “sleeping [for] winter”. The language really can be simple sometimes.

They made these pretty dresses, all for sleeping huh? That Kongo must like being surrounded by gems then…haha.

I know gems don’t have any genders, but I like Antarcticite already. His extremely bishie look makes him a contender for my heart. I heard through the grapevine Antarcticite was a fan favourite too, so that’s…unfortunate. (Although En’s quite the fan favourite in Boueibu, so what gives?)

Antarcticite reminds me of Rod from Cinderella Phenomenon. I’ve been working on that otome game as of late, so of course I’d make the connection.

Let’s be real: does anyone find Phos endearing?

I think I saw an image of this on Yoichi Nishikawa’s Twitter. Dangit, Antarcticite spoilers.

Uh…question? Is this work shoujo or josei or what? I get shoujo vibes from it because it’s all long leggy stuff like CLAMP. Update: It’s seinen! Shocking, isn’t it?

Phos and her bowl, it almost makes Phos look drunk, haha.

“I do the things I can as best I can.” – Nice quote…uh, Antarcticite? Or Phos?

Is Phos gonna fall i-spoke too soon. Completely anticipated this show’s direction right there.

Why does a sheet work on Kongo too? Humour? It definitely worked on me, if that was the case.

Antarc is such a daddy’s bo-I mean, gem.

Whoa! That was freaky! Did they just imply-oh sorry. It’s a hard topic to speak about on the internet.

I wonder, could I write…actually no. I think I’ve done that already. (I was thinking of doing an article about how replacing oneself over and over with different parts could easily make you a different person, but I’ve done that kind of discussion already in Next to Me.)

Girls’ Last Tour 7

Those pipes are CGI. My CGI sense is tingling about it.

This show is a Problem when on Normal Mode. (What I mean by Normal Mode was that it was easier to see when they were in the temple a few episodes back – that’s the single exception.)

Yuu: a worse photobomber than Yumoto…

I’d like to make a joke about how the arrow points left and they just said “right”, but I’d need a visual cue, dangit. Too lazy for visual cues right now…

I thought Chi would be really grumpy as she slid down the chute/pipe/whatever, but she’s having fun too.

The button colours are around the wrong way. What the heck happened to make them like that???

Potato powder? Y’mean, potato starch???

This kneading montage is quite obviously looped.

Oh great. We got Shokugeki no Souma in Girls’ Last Tour, for some reason…

#simulcast commentary #juuni taisen #zodiac war #ancient magus bride #girls' last tour #land of the lustrous #houseki no kuni #mahoutsukai no yome #recovery of an mmo junkie #netjuu no susume #Chesarka watches Juuni Taisen #Chesarka watches Houseki no Kuni #Chesarka watches Netjuu no Susume #Chesarka watches Shoujo Shuumatsu Ryokou #shoujo shuumatsu ryokou #Chesarka watches MahoYome

0 notes

cheezlogerratum · 7 years

Text

The Grand Slam

Eddie Baxter is dreaming right about now, about what is up in the air. He's sleeping right now, 8PM, a little strange for a boy at 16. It's a Thursday night, too, on the eve of Christmas Eve, and his mother is even deeper in slumber than he, also kinda strange. At night the house becomes a decoy of something quiet. Everyone in this neighborhood is asleep. You could only describe this place in the night as a ghost town where the ghouls' mortal forms haven't passed on yet, so a neighborhood of lingering presence, and that's all we know.

Christmas Eve! And it's a Friday, and school is still in session for some twisted reason. Cars line up the side of Golden Lantern, starting and stopping into kids and jaywalkers hustling to class. Eddie is taking the sidewalk, surrounded front and back by parties of twos and threes, and they're walking so, so mercilessly slow, and he can't brush past without the chance of falling into the street... but he's feeling reasonably groggy today, so he takes the chance with little regard. "...uled by an intergalactic government run by John Travol..." And now the pace picks up. The crossguard gives her usual double-take of the traffic and steps into the street with her whistle and reflective octagon with a handle, and with this comes the definitive feeling of death to kick off the day...

Eddie catches himself dozing off in Gov and eyes the room he's in and swears he wasn't here a second ago. He spots Samir up in the front writing on the board and wonders, "what the fuck". Samir stops writing at the other end of the board, strikes a pose, and walks back to his desk buddied up beside Eddie. "What were we talking about?" Again with the what the fuck, and now Eddie's foot is bouncing.

"I don't even know."

"Why're you so tired? Didn't you go to bed at like 9?"

"... I dunno."

It's lunch now, and Eddie downs some mac 'n cheese as kids pour in from entrances and stairwells on all sides of the cafeteria. He's looking around at the noise and eventually makes off to the parking lot. He looks over at the front office to see ungodly amounts of kids faking stomach flus and parents faking scheduled dentist appointments to enjoy Xmas Eve how it ought to be enjoyed, and the quasi-nurses figure they don't get paid enough for this and play along with their schemes, almost in spite. Eddie does a 360 peering through windshields and fences and walks out the back gate, and the air feels crisp further down the hill.

The score is 3-1 and Eddie's attention fades to the doorbell, followed by a rhythmic knock. Eddie goes AFK, opens the front door, and whaddya know... "I brought it over is that alright?" Samir plops his G3 in the kitchen before helping himself to a drink: OJ, extra pulp. Samir looks up from his glass and Eddie's gone. "... Eeeddiee!"

"WAIT."

Samir follows the voice upstairs and finds Eddie utterly glued. He reclines on Eddie's bed and watches... which turns out to be the worst seat in the house. He gets up and half-sits on the hamper. He's only getting an angular view of the screen, but he's tired of moving around and settles the best he can, and waits.

Come night time as the cul-de-sac settles back into ghost-mode, Ms. Baxter, or as some still mistakenly refer to her as Mrs. Baxter, opens the garage door. Both the boys' stomachs sink with a shot of adrenaline, and the mechanical hum whizzes on for what might as well be days. Samir's body flips through fight or flight and, as always, chooses flight and unplugs his Mac mid-game, his player model disappears just as quickly as he does. He somehow miraculously escapes parental confrontation and lugs the computer and himself back home under the lights strung on trees on the sides of the streets. Eddie, bracing for impact, scrambles to shut down the system. Once it obeys, he rips open his backpack and finds some vague scholarly-looking notes he took half-lucid in class to give off the appearance of hardwork. The front door sounds up to Eddie's room at the same time visceral taps of high-heels walk into the house, shutting the door. Holy shit. Holy shit.

It turns out, luck of the draw perhaps, that Ms. Baxter never checked in on Eddie. In fact, this was almost worse, not only because he couldn't sleep due to Xmas Eve jitters, but also in anticipation of a motherly barge-in that never ever came. Thank God? And his mind wouldn't shut up, so Eddie logs back on and sees what's new in the news. Not much else other than a church shooting in Oregon... "and a happy new year!" He thinks, followed by a tinge of shame. Eddie connects to a Quake III server, where he's "auto-balanced" onto Red Team, alone, against two players on Blue. He spawns and picks up a shotgun, and out of fucking nowhere gets fragged. Now he's just pissed, so he logs off and walks downstairs to the eerie serenity of the Christmas tree, fake mind you. It takes him a minute or two of rumination to realize there are no presents under the tree... Oh mother. Eddie, desperate for slumber at this point, nukes some milk in the microwave. He tries chugging but never succeeds, so he takes his time sipping his warm milk looking up at the gray sky out the window. A nimbus of gray parts and reveals what Eddie thinks is an airplane but is really venus twinkling through the smog, which he later realizes on the fence of consciousness and slumber.

Feliz Navidad by Jose Feliciano blasts Eddie back into reality, a song he always seems to forget plays on repeat on the radio almost all Christmas Day every damn year... but he's not complaining, necessarily. Eddie's body gravitates to his Gateway and logs in almost by autopilot. His mind drifting off around his room and out the door while his fingers check his e-mail and clicks around some images he found online a while back... what the... when did this...? Eddie doesn't even wanna know and just goes downstairs for Christmas time and... jesus christ. No presents, no relatives, no mother. He peeks around some corners and employs some half-assed investigation tactics such as leaning in a little bit towards a mug in the sink and considering how ajar a door is than usual in hopes of a lead revealing itself, but his mind comes back to his mother once his body starts climbing the stairs towards her room. What is going on? Why can't I be somewhere else? He asks. The sheets on her side of the bed are dog-eared and the lamp is still on, not illuminating much now. Eddie gets that supernatural feeling of being in your parents' bedroom, which he finds exhilerating, actually. The closet's open, the bathroom's open, a drawer's open, and her purse isn't where it should be. Eddie's heart starts pounding, but it'll take him a few minutes to catch on to that.

Eddie's out on the sidewalk again and it's something like 90 degrees outside. His legs just sorta follow the path and adjust to the divets as he attends to matters in his mind which seem to be foggy. He's thinking and doesn't even know it. There's not a single soul out on the street except the occasional sudan racing either to their family, the hospital, or worse, work. He looks up for a moment and notices the white, searing glare of the ocean, and if he looks long enough he sees tiny individual glares appearing and disappearing at once, and he's okay. He's looking off to his right as he passes houses with families post-gift exchange hanging out inside. After ten minutes or so, Eddie just so happens to witness the moment when a little kid unwraps a Dreamcast, nearly ripping apart the whole package itself. Eddie couldn't see the kid's parents, probably behind the tree, undoubtedly real mind you, but he imagined how happy they were. Eddie's now nearing an intersection and notices the absence of clouds aboveohshit... is that...? That's his Mom. She's at the light oh fuck. Is she on the phone? Eddie turns around and brisk-walks up the hill... he thinks he saw her crying... he doesn't know necessarily why he's walking back to the house but he can't help it. Why does this happen, Eddie thought. His Mom's car catches up to his periphery and vanishes over the hill, but it's like she's waiting there. Why do I do this, Eddie thought. I don't know, Eddie.

Eddie's almost home now and he hasn't looked up the entire way. He knows what's about to come but can't calm down no matter how much he convinces himself he can do it. Only four houses away and he just wants to explode so his body can stop flipping out. Now he's three houses away and starts to breathe-in breathe-out, since he figures he's been walking for a good half-hour but probably because he can't keep it in any longer. Two houses left and he's feeling primal and lightheaded at this point. One house to go and a car skids past him. He looks behind him and around a truck parked on the street and sees his Mom heeding no speed bump in sight. Eddie doesn't know if he's releived or even more afraid. One thing's for sure, he's gotta take a shit.

In Eddie's absence from cyberspace, he received an e-mail from [email protected]. It reads:

Merry Christmas ed man!!!! i'm missing you buddy.. i'd love to see you today if you can? i also need to give you your gift i think you'll like it! let me know where you want to eat and i'll be free around 11:30ish. love you eddie, we're so proud of you! :)

Jeffery M. Baxter Marketing, FirstContact Fax: (949) 555-1448

A new species of fear took over Eddie, but it was much less menacing than the kind he felt at home. It was subdued somewhere in his body, but he responded quickly and left for the Denny's down by Doheny Beach.

The place was literally overflowing, so much so you couldn't even see the framed print of Java Dreams on the wall nor hear Rockin' Around the Christmas Tree blasting throughout the joint. Luckily, using a combination of tippy-toes and craned neck to look above the line, Eddie spotted his father sitting over in the back corner of the restaurant by the kitchen. Making any progress down the aisle whilst dodging waiters balancing pounds of various slams and specials on their fingers was a feat worth mentioning, and mentioned it was, "Aaaand HE'S SAFE!" with the umpire pose and all. Eddie chuckled a little and sat in the booth holding off the eye contact for as long as he could, which ended up being barely two seconds. His Dad started, "... Well!? What's this? Doesn't look like Christmas to me!"

"Heh, I'm sorry."

"It's okay it's okay. Well how goes it? You walk?"

"Yeah."

"That's a nice walk. Good to see ya, buddy... OH! Why didn't you remind me?"

His father pulled out a gift from what seemed like thin air and gave it to Eddie. He didn't realize how weak his hands felt until he started unwrapping it. A few trembles later and there it was, a framed photograph of Eddie and Jeffery in a bowling alley two or so years ago. Eddie didn't know what he was feeling or even thinking, he just kept looking at it with the tape hanging off the sides of the frame.

"Remember that?"

"Uh huh."

"Found that one a few weeks ago in one of the boxes in storage and thought you'd get a kick out of it."

"Yeah yeah, for sure. Thank you."

"Yeah no problem!"

"I'm sorry I didn't get you anything."

"Nah I don't need anything, don't worry about it!"

"Okay, thanks Dad."

And everything was wrong. His father started up again, "I gotta use the can, but-"

"Hey there! What can I start you guys off with?"

"Well there you go! I'll have a Coke to drink and... can we order now?"

"Absolutely!"

"Okay I'll get the uhh Grand Slam, eggs overeasy, and how about you Eddie?"

"Uh I'll just get the same I think."

"Two Grand Slams and two Cokes, is that all for you guys?"

"That does it!"

"If you need anything else just holler!"

"Well, ma'am, if you don't mind I'd rather hoot!"

He laughs back and forth at Eddie and the waitress who's laughing along with him, Eddie smiles a bit. Jeffery's still laughing, "Alright I'll be right back." The noise in the place came back to Eddie as he realized they were playing Grandma Got Run Over by a Reindeer through the speakers. Eddie doesn't know what to do. All he can do is feel his fingers which are still holding onto the picture frame as his legs bring him out of the restaurant and onto the sidewalk.

Mom still isn't home, and Eddie supposes Samir's Xmas festivities are wrapping up right about now, so he heads on over. By the time he arrives the sky is orange and gently shining through windows and rooms of neighboring houses, which feels weirdly comforting. Samir's family has one of those fancy melodic doorbells, which was almost immediately answered by a tall man with a hell of a beard. He eyes Eddie for a second then turns to the mass of chatter coming from the entire house, "SAMIR!" Somehow Eddie heard Samir's footsteps stomping through the house and could make out exactly where he was. Eddie thanked the man and Samir took over door duty to sneak his buddy inside. Eddie took a look around and saw dozens of relatives talking around and watching movies and cooking dinner and playing cards and taking pictures and cracking jokes and... "Oh man". Samir's room upstairs was filled with six or seven cousins all chatting and drinking and paying no attention to Eddie much at all.

"So what do you wanna do?"

"Let's go down there!"

"Nononono we can't you'll get kicked out, we could play something up here if you want."

"No one would even notice me?"

"C'mon dude I don't wanna get in trouble."

"... I don't even have my computer."

"You can use my sister's probably."

"... Alright... alright. I gotta go to the bathroom though."

"NO I don't trust you, I'm coming with."

Eddie just wanted another look. Now there was music and dancing and kids running around and babies around their Mom's shoulders trying to process what's even happening, and he felt okay. Eddie bent over with elbows on knees while on the toilet and looked down at the tile floor and ruminated towards the indented corners. A knock on the door snatched Eddie from his head and got him wiping, washing, and proceeded to open the door to yet another tall man, wider this time. It wasn't until this man spoke that Eddie recognized this man was Samir's father, "What are you doing Eddie?"

"I just needed to-"

"You need to go."

"I didn't-"

"Please."

Eddie hesitated for a second then sprinted into Samir's closet spilling some beers in the process, "HEY WHAT THE oh" and Samir's father came in and grabbed Eddie from his hidey-hole and pulled him out of the room, leading him with an armpit grip down the stairs, and out the house, people staring and everything. Now the sky was really fading, and Eddie, feeling that fizzy bodily sort of sadness all around, picked himself up and walked home, never looking up.

The house was as it was except everything seemed to have a buzzing fog around it. Eddie logged onto his computer and booted up Quake to find servers full again, and he played through the night until he conked out drooling into the keys and kicked from the server. He woke up in his bed for a second all disgruntled and lost. Eddie's body shuffled around under the sheets until it hit the right spot then fell deeper into sleep, eventually noticing waves coming up ahead of him and the silhouette of Catalina blocking the last of the Sun.

#big

0 notes

mysaldate · 2 years

Text

Church of Light, Mauler Temple, and the characters associated with them – Part 1

I thought I was done with all the stuff I had to say regarding the Church of Light, Mauler temple, Antandra, Lucius, and Belinda, but apparently I still have more thoughts on the matter. So here’s a more detailed breakdown of why I think the AFK lore is amazing and nuanced and why I don’t think a single character in the Church of Light or outside of it is objectively morally correct or wrong. And why I don’t think Antandra is as much of a moral authority as people seem to like to think of her. But let’s take it one by one.

This is gonna be a long post, so I’ll be putting it under Keep reading.

Church of Light

The Church of Light sucks. That’s once consensus we can all agree on. It’s corrupted and terrible and absolutely doesn’t deserve to hold any sort of moral high ground over anyone at all. But regardless, it exists, and the general idea behind is not an evil one. CoL is meant to guide humans to humility and to enforce peace and prosperity with the help of celestial magic. They take in orphans, give them education, jobs, and some stability in life despite them not having families. Outside of the church, the only other organization we now of that sort of does something similar is the Violet Orphanage. But where the VO focuses on forcing children to enter life-threatening situations to bind to demonic powers, CoL raises children in the presence of the divine and allows them to grow their own connection to it at their own terms. Furthermore, CoL roots out demonic cults and violent groups across the Lightbearer Kingdom that could, and often do, threaten the peace of the common people. They track their origins to the first worshippers of Dura and the celestials during the first Hypogean war, and they strive to give hope to people and allow them to live in faith that something or someone is watching over them. All in all, the general idea behind CoL is a noble and good one. It’s just that, much like everything ran by imperfect people, it got horribly perverted over time.

As things stand, CoL is a horribly misguided organization. This is an important detail because I don’t actually believe most of CoL members are malicious or causing suffering on purpose, even though I agree that the people in charge probably are terrible and disgusting and deserve to be wiped off the face of Esperia. Their first crime would be how overly careful they are. Someone who hid a criminal is not necessarily a criminal but the chance is always there, and for the CoL, even that chance is too big a risk. In a way, I believe this comes from a place of fear. They know how easily humans are corrupted, and thus they don’t trust the local authorities to deal with violent dangerous criminals on their own, and they don’t believe they would put them trough honest trial either. Just the possibility of a violent criminal escaping justice thanks to their money or talking skills or just because they don’t seem like they would be one of those people is too much of a risk for CoL to take, and it is really not that hard to see why.

The church protects people and connects them to the gods. That’s their entire purpose and the reason for their existence. It’s only natural for people to try and justify their own importance in the world, to try and prove that they are needed. Now, should this ever come at the cost of purposely creating enemies and ruling with fear and iron fist? Of course not. But at the same time, you can’t blame an organization based around protecting an insanely large amount of people for being careful and trying to eliminate potential threats as soon as possible. Sure, the people hiding the cultists may not be a part of the cult now but if they were left alive, they might decide to continue the work of said cult, sewing more evil and distress to society.

Another thing that I think doesn’t get brought up enough is that there is a place within the kingdom where CoL has close to no influence. That place is the city of Rustport. And far and wide, it is known as a hellhole of chaos where you will get robbed or murdered in broad daylight if you’re not careful or powerful enough. Anything from petty crimes through illegal alchemy to slave trade is on the market here and the absolute freedom is terrifying. The survival of the fittest is the only law that applies here, only further highlighting the importance of CoL for the kingdom. Twisted as it may be, CoL provides stability. The good priests and priestesses shine as beacons of light, hope, morality, and humanity while also teaching others to be humble and considerate, and supporting the ruling power’s laws.

Mauler Desert Temple

The Mauler society has a very different set of rules and codes than the human-based Lightbearer kingdom, and what more could we really expect? The Maulers are a people who were treated less than poorly, and were nearly slaughtered by their own creators before they decided to fight back for their lives and honor, and both of those remained a huge part of their culture ever since then. Maulers are a tribal society that has very little in terms of centralized structure. There is the Mauler Chieftain who can order the other tribes to unite against a common threat but such alliances inevitably fall apart when the Chieftain dies. The only other constant across all the Mauler tribes are the voodoo priests working for the Desert Temple.

The Desert Temple, much like CoL, has many roles and comes from a very good place. It heals the sick, it provides support and wisdom to the fighters. It can help settle disputes in a non-violent way in a culture that is very much based around violence. And unlike CoL, it has a deep understanding of both life and death and a great respect for both, that can clearly be seen in its practices. The game even directly tells us that voodoo magic is one of the oldest forms of magic that exist in Esperia, one that is not bound to a god or an element but rather one that is innately a part of the world and that allows itself to be seen and used only by those who are familiar with and respect the natural order of life and death. Even the Wilders were not able to tap into it, and it might be because they chose to run to save their lives rather than to fight for them and embrace the possibility of dying for the cause they considered right. Furthermore, DT has proven itself as the helping force to drive back calamities and natural disasters, with its members willing to put down their lives to protect or help others. However, even here we see many imperfections.

As with most things with Mauler society, DT is inevitably based around usefulness. If you aren’t useful to the temple, you aren’t welcome in it. If you are a burden, you are better off dead. Emotions aren’t useful, only raw power is. The temple demands children from many tribes be sent there to serve as temple warriors from a very young age, and then trains them to only be loyal to the temple. In the process, they strive to destroy their empathy and stun their emotional growth, essentially crippling them in that regard. This is one of the reasons why Antandra never hesitated to kill someone she grew up with for something she considered the right thing to do. These children are raised as killing machines, doing simply what the temple tells them, or what the temple instilled in them as the “right” and the “just” causes. It demands blind obedience though, especially from the temple warriors themselves. Antandra gets banished not because she killed but because she drew her blade without an order. The DT is authoritarian and absolute and doesn’t allow for any free will.

Sadly, we don’t have nearly enough lore on the Maulers as a whole to talk about a place without their influence to see whether they have some wider role in the society like CoL does, but a lot is likely going to come with the promised artbook. Until then, I will go off the note that nearly all the tribes seem to have deep-rooted respect for the temple. Aside from the Chieftain, the temple really seems to be the only thread connecting the wild and untamed Mauler society and possibly to be the only organization capable of making it work closely together, although they are yet to properly use this power of theirs. Or perhaps it is good that they didn’t yet. The religious zealotry that CoL pursues would end up devastatingly when combined with the Mauler temperament and sense of honor, so perhaps a part of their role is making sure the religious tensions never reach such an insane high. All of this is just pure speculation though.

I could go on and on and talk about all the characters in a single post as well but this is already getting long and Tumblr text editor has horrible delays on posts of this length, so we’ll end part 1 of this massive analysis here. I might post the next part tomorrow or later or I might not get to it at all but I needed to get at least this first part off my chest. I hope you enjoyed my ramblings and I’m looking forward to seeing you at the next one!

#afk arena #lilith #afk lightbearers #afk maulers #lightbearers #maulers #afk col #afk church of light #afk mauler temple #afk desert temple #afk antandra #afk lucius #afk belinda #afk analysis

21 notes · View notes

unhingednerdyredhead · 3 years

Text

AFK Arena Ideas

III The Resistance

Just because the Lightbearer Empire and the Church of Light are crushing nightmares of bureaucracy, repression and a scorching case of racism doesn't mean that there are no reformers.

Quite a few soldiers have had Enough. Enough of watching friends, comrades, and loved ones be ground into paste and thrown away. Enough of watching the Church terrorize, torture, and burn those who don't pay enough lip service to this madness. Enough of watching the sons and daughters of Ya ripped from their families and sold like livestock.

The rage at what the Empire has become reaches all the way to the King. Noble advisors tell him the truth and are encouraged to defy the old guard.

Even the most elite of the royal spies, investigators, and assassin's (known as the King's Hounds) are possessed by the radical idea that people aren't toys. One, secretly graveborn, is torn between his loyalty to his king and Thoran. Another is a lifelong friend of Arden and the Wilders. A third is rumored to be a member of an organization that helps slaves to freedom.

The rebellion is gaining steam, even as the Hypogaens wage their war of extermination.

#afk arena #Lightbearer Empire #rebellion #headcanon #worldbuilding #fuck the Empire #fuck the Church

7 notes · View notes

mysaldate · 3 years

Text

A couple things here-

I was under the impression that Reginald died on the road? It sure sounds like that from the Forsaken Family union story. But I digress.

What is more important, and interesting, the capital is not safe? THE capital? Under the protection of Church of Light? Are we finally getting into some darker lore? Maaaan...

Also poor Rowan, this must've been such a punch in the gut...

Otherwise pretty fun story. I love how baby Lorsan is 🥺

#afk arena #afk gaming #afk #afk rowan #afk lorsan #afk rigby #afk church of light #afk col #church of light #anti col #anti church of light #afk the traveling trio #the traveling trio

16 notes · View notes

mysaldate · 3 years

Note

Sooo basically Morrow is in a cult right? Could this be the cult temple of light hate so much? A cult has been mentioned in other hero’s lores like in Cecilia and Rosaline’s lores

Cecilia’s husband was killed by some cultists

Rosaline’s parents was killed because they sheltered some cultists without even knowing

It's not impossible but I don't think this is it at the same time. Morrow didn't have to kill people to get his powers, although people did die around him, but a more certain reason for me would be that the Violet Orphanage is an official authority. Provided, their experiments happen behind closed doors but apparently it's not unknown that they deal with magically-talented children. If they were mass-producing cultists, I'm sure CoL would do something about it.

Binding Hypogeans to do their will does sound familiar tho. It reminds me of The Lightbringers union story.

#afk arena #the lightbringers #church of light #anti church of light #afk church of light #afk morrow

4 notes · View notes

mysaldate · 2 years

Text

Church of Light, Mauler Temple, and the characters associated with them – Part 2

Read part 1 here!

I talked about the organizations themselves in the last post. Today, I want to take a closer look at the associated characters. First, I’d like to focus on the Church of Light related characters and after, I’ll focus on the Mauler Temple associates. At some point, I might even make go ahead and talk about Graveborn who got caught up in the religious mess, mainly the forsaken family, on the celestials’ complicated relationship to both religious organizations, or on the political counterparts of each respective organization – the royal army for Lightbearers and the tribal alliance under Skriath for Maulers.

In this post, I’ll be focusing on the more directly related characters – Cecilia and Eluard, and the next one will move on to the more distantly related ones – Belinda and Lucius.

Cecilia – Purger of Sins

When we talk about Church of Light, the characters who always get brought up are Lucius and Belinda first, and Eluard later. Few people ever bring up Cecilia even though she’s been in the game for a fairly long time and may even be directly involved in multiple characters’ backstories (Rosaline and Belinda are most likely, though if you believe the Oscar and Rosaline siblings theory, then he counts too). She was one of the first characters to point at the darker side of the Church of Light that we came to love to criticise so much.

Now, I don’t want to pretend like all of this ignorance comes from Cecilia’s appearance and gender but we saw how people react to Lucretia – someone who kills children at large for no reason other than her own bitterness and who stalked a man she idolized without even knowing him, then pressured him into marrying her. I just feel like a lot of people cut Cecilia some slack because she’s a conventionally attractive woman, not to mention one who makes a clever use of what would otherwise be a disability. With that out of the way, there is more why she doesn’t get as much dirt as the other characters in this organization. Cecilia had a very strong reason for joining the Path of Ascension, one that a lot of us can understand and emphasize with even if we haven’t been through the same.

Cecilia is one of the few characters where we have details about her family. I don’t mean there aren’t any, but you could probably count them on the fingers of your hands. And what more, most of the other characters are more or less at least partially responsible for the deaths of their loved ones while Cecilia had nothing to do with her husband’s murder. Cecilia joined the church only after already having gone on her own to take revenge for her husband and deciding that it wasn’t enough. Cecilia’s reason for joining the church is, ultimately, the will to protect others. Whether you like it or not, cultists do exist in Esperia, and they murder people. Cecilia was on the receiving end of that cruelty once and she doesn’t want anyone else to get there too. In a cruel twist of irony, there are times when she herself is now the one causing pain by tearing families apart. The question is: Do her good deeds outweigh her wrongs?

Where the question of Cecilia gets interesting is when we consider one of the most recent character’s addition. Oku, much like Cecilia, went through a horrible loss, and following the event, he joined an extremist organizationthat slaughters those it hates without discrimination. I think the key difference between them is that Oku was, like I said previously, at least partially responsible for his own downfall. Oku seeks to attone by killing people while Cecilia seeks to protect others from the same pain she went through. In Oku’s case, helping others is a by-product of his own redemption while in Cecilia’s, helping itself is the goal she was aiming for.

Eluard – The Protector of Souls

The other member of the inquisitory part of the church, the most secret part of it, would be Eluard. Now, they could’ve easily gone the same route as they did with Cecilia or having Eluard be the “evil church person” a lot of people in the fandom were expecting him to be, they went the complete opposite route. Eluard is, quite possibly, the gentlest character we have. One who actively strived to save everyone at any given moment and was genuinely terrified when he lost control even though he would’ve been murdered if he didn’t kill the people around him first. Even after the powers within him calmed down, he spent hours weeping over the lives he involuntarily took, and hours more in prayers for guidance and forgiveness.

An important part that I think doesn’t get brought up enough is that Eluard has nowhere to go. He’s been adopted by the church as a young child. We don’t know if that’s because he was orphaned because even in the real world, the church would often adopt even children with families, and some families would give their children up for a good name in the community and a reputation of piety. The Church of Light then went on to cripple Eluard socially by not teaching him any life skills and only educating him in the way of the church. Eluard has nowhere to go not because he doesn’t try hard enough but because at his age, it would be virtually impossible to start from the ground up, not to mention the church would hunt him down if he disobeyed.

He’s always been pious and a frevent believer but despite his best efforts, the Light has been avoiding him for years, as if waiting and biding its time. This is purely a theory on my part but we know that since a young age, Eluard didn’t get upset with people but rather regarded everyone and everything around him as priceless treasures. The Light descended upon him the first time he felt any sort of animosity – and even then it wasn’t selfish on his part. Or at least the story says that’s what he felt but in Eluard’s own words, he wished for them to be soothed by the Light and to see the truth. For what it’s worth, it seems almost as though the Light was waiting for some superficial hint of malice to then amplify it and bring out its destructive power in full. It resulted in Eluard breaking down, much to the further displeasure of the other priests.

Eluard became an executioner but not of his own volition. The Light that descended upon him is described as “dazzling,” in quotation marks. Nobody knows what really happened, and Eluard never talks about it. But that day, he put on a golden mask – his very own gentle way of rebelling against the very organization he just joined. Instead of sharing the church’s cold hatred for anyone even a little different, Eluard hides his face and, likely, weeps for every lost soul. Of course, he can’t show this outwardly. Hence why the mask is protection as well as a way to stand up to the oppressive regime of the church.

#afk arena #afk col #anti col #church of light #anti church of light #afk eluard #afk cecilia #afk oku #i meant to add lucius and belinda in this one #but it got too long #and my focus is not what it used to be #so have this instead #hope this was at least a bit interesting

13 notes · View notes