Prince of Persia The Lost Crown Immortals Showcase Nr#3: Artaban, The Calm & Brooding Sword-Master!!!
Hello everyone, I am here once again to introduce here the third Immortal from the upcoming new title in the series called Prince of Persia, The Lost Crown! Today I will show you a true warrior at heart with a kind and gentle soul, this warrior's name? Artaban!
Artaban is a sword-master, but he is also competent in the arts of patience, virtue, diplomacy and preparedness that, in his case, is actually over-preparedness.
His sharp mind and big heart makes him an invaluable asset to the Immortals, who all could learn from his wisdom in battle and beyond, especially Sargon, who would need to take a few steps back and learn from the best, especially about diplomacy and peace!
A really great thinker and fighter, he really believes strongly in the Zoroastrianism.[The former predominant fate of Persia until Islam replaced it. It still exists as a religion today in much smaller numbers around the world and, amongst other things, views life as a battle between the good god Ormazd/Ahura Mazda and the evil god known as Ahriman/Angra Mainyu...which kind of is like with in Islam with Allah and Shaitan...but this isn't a religion session, so take it as a rather brief summary here] A faith that shaped his virtues personality and could make him in addition to his other traits, a Zoroastrian paragon!!! A Holy Warrior fighting for Ormazd and his Kingdom of Persia!!!
He is also fond of making outside of battle and pre-combat poems that will touch your heart with the sweetest of poems, but only if you are lucky to see it!!!
His big sword is a large testament to his fighting prowess and his big cerebral approach to combat (and life) allows it to be put to good use! Artaban show us, that the size of a warrior's sword tells us a lot about the size of their heart!!!
He really is that type of Paragon!!! The pinnacle of heroism!!!
Will Artaban be a good example to his Immortals and lead them to the road of justice, or will all fall down in the domains of darkness and perish forever? Find out in The Lost Crown, the next Prince of Persia game, coming in 18th January and before, on 11th January the same month as free demo on the Switch, Xbox One/Series X|S, PS4/5 and PC!!!
Stay tuned for more, cuz tomorrow, you will see more Immortals coming to the mix, just before the demo!!! Bye and have good luck on your journey!!! See ya!
As an interesting trivia...on Twitter has the official's game account revealed that after 2 hours, Sargon ravishes the enemies now with little diff...wanna check that out here:
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I’m really normal about this game
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Isobel Thorm, icon, godsend, hero, absolute titan, determined to carry the hurt/comfort genre on her STR 12 shoulders. I adore her.
Of course, the catch is that she herself has also Been Through The Horrors but chooses not to acknowledge this in favour of adamantly insisting on being the caretaker (which she is obviously very good at, like... professionally, as a cleric and healer).
And even more than that, caretaker to a person who is a big nigh-unkillable (but very significantly not, as Isobel herself points out, unharmable!) radiant wall of muscle and holy fury so used to being a champion and protector herself, extremely keen to dismiss her own issues as a bit of "paladin's fatigue" and "flights of fancy" and who is on so many levels, some very fundamental to her being, tied into being A Sword.
I guess my point is... fic writer comrades-in-arms, this is what we call a goldmine.
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i am wide awake thinking about that post canon jb au again when I should be sleeping …!!! such is the nature of the jbrainrot…
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kirby’s kinktober (twenty-five)
submission//cloud strife
cloud doesn’t much care about sex. he blushes intensely at just you holding his hand or kissing his cheek or running your fingers through his soft hair comparing it to a chocobo.
his freckles light up when he turns pink at such simple gestures, so of course sex makes him incredibly awkward and flustered.
but he can always put his nerves aside to make you feel good, just as his awkwardness sheds when he protects you on a battlefield.
ever since serving him a certain massage and hearing his unsubdued moans and hiccups at your skilled hands, you realized that cloud strife is deeply submissive regardless of his soldier-like outward appearance.
a submissive attitude that he’s always ready to serve you with.
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“mistress,” he groans, feeling himself shoot up in his pants, thick cock uncomfortably hard against his stomach.
you smile and reach your hand back, rubbing the prominent bulge through his pants’ fabric. he gives a guttural groan against the lips of your pussy, sucking at the creamy entrance and kissing your clit obediently as you ride his face.
“you’re making me so wet, baby. are you trying to drown in it?” you have a giggle in your voice, breathy at the pleasurable shiver he puts through your legs.
he’s too shy to ever say it his moans at confirmation enough. he grips your rolling hips and his blue eyes, tinged with a shine of mako-green, meet yours. he pulls you up only to breathe before placing you back down. his hips buck and grind and wave, cock trying to reach its high as your fingers undo his heavy belt and slip into the waistline of his briefs.
his hungry sound reverberates in between your thighs when your palm starts to wrap around the burning hot skin of his cock. it’s ludicrously thick and throbbing and he throws his head back when your hand bobs along it.
“is this distracting you, cloud?”
“no, mistress!” he inhales sharply and shakes his head before turning his attention back to slurping and kissing and sucking and tongue-fucking your hot core with a muffled beg.
“please cum on my face, mistress.” barely escapes his mouth before your thighs tighten on him more.
his fingers dig deeper into your sides, tongue as far and it can go, and he looses himself in working endlessly to make his mistress gush, to make he squirt and soak his golden hair and pale skin.
“good boy, cloud. get mistress to cum and i’ll let your pretty cock cum as a reward.” you pat him coolly, and feel his tongue swirl around your walls until you seize up. the pink muscle sloppily indulged your sweet spot as you grip his pulsing length and you shake, releasing into his awaiting mouth.
he mumbles your title again and lets out a pornographic heave of a moan as he shoots white onto his flexing tummy.
you climb off of his feverish shaky form as stroke his cheek down to his chin, which is soaked in a drooly, streaking white.
“wanna get cleaned up?”
“n-no.” even when shaky from the power of his orgasm, cloud’s resolve to help remains unshakable.
“i want to make my mistress do it again, please.”
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Kingdom Hearts Dream Drop Distance - Sir Kyroo
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So wait, Frank helped Julie out in the fantasy AU? What or who was Julie running from? If its a spoiler, you don't need to mention it.
oh yeah i imagine that they were friends while Julie was still ~Princess Juliette~ and when Julie decided to run away from her royal life & home, she went to Frank on her way out in the hopes that he'd help her
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THE ORDER OF PALMS
An order of holy folk that serve The Helm, working to create powerful Aasimar Paladins for the purpose of protecting any who hire their help.
[BACKSTORY UNDER CUT]
One day, Gjör and her peers were lead by their mentor Opheria, to a mission far from their home. On the peak of that mountain village, they saw upon the horizon, the castle of their home go up in flames.
Horrified and scared, the apprentices sought to follow their mentors guidance, and followed her lead into a small barn.
It was there, that Opheria proceeded to slaughter each and everyone of the apprentices. It seemed she somehow had a hand in this sudden attack on the Order of Palms.
Gjör D'annevual survived a sword through the 'heart', on account of a rare condition, that places her heart on the other side of her chest.
When she finally managed to bring herself back home, the Order was insulted by her survival. She had so many better peers, why couldn't any of them have survived? This runt was seriously the only thing that survived Opherias wrath?
It was better to just wash their hands clean of this. Thus the Order decided to banish Gjör from their ranks.
She now travels the land in search of a purpose.
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do you guys think aziraphale heard the myth of prometheus for the first time and lost his mind a little
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My extreme tiredness has been inspired by my own housecleaning chores to write some stuff with our sassy Daruma king.
Hyuga with a stubborn and very tired younger sister over chores.
First off, his sister could be the type of person who gets hangry, and it's worse if she's also tired.
Hyuga would be used to it...until she gives him an attitude that he isn't a fan of.
There is no such thing as disrespect in this family, and he will not tolerate it from her.
His sister planned on going to bed, early, one day, as soon as she got home. Those plans were ruined as soon as her big brother reminded her of her chores.
"Wha?! No! C'mon, Norihisa! I'm way too tired!"
"I don't care. You told me you would get it done, yesterday. Yet, here we are. You should've gone to bed, last night, like you were supposed to."
"Ah, shut up, Nori! I'll take care of it, tomorrow! I swear!"
"No. You'll take care of it, now. You can sleep, afterwards. And don't take that tone with me. You know the rules of this house."
"Dammit! I don't care! You're such a jerk! I'm not in the mood for doing stupid chores! I'm going to bed."
But she knew she made a mistake when he raised an eyebrow at her, looking clearly irritated. He was always scary when he was mad.
Before she could think about running, he was picking her up and slinging her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
"Hey!! Nori!! Put me down! Norihisa!!" She would hit his back, scream, and put up a fight while he carried her over to where she was supposed to be, knowing how much she hated being picked up. "Nori, put me down!!"
Whenever she was like this, he would roll his eyes and ignore the beatings on his back.
Once in the room where she was supposed to be, he would "throw" her down onto the floor.
"Ouch!! Really?!"
Hyuga would never lift a harmful finger on his little sister...but times like this, just looking threatening was enough to make her drop the attitude, real quick. He was always wordless about it, too. And even when he wasn't, he never raised his voice at her.
If she still kept it up, he would step toward her with an angry look...you did not want to get the Daruma leader angry.
"Whoa! Ok...ok!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Nori!! I'll do it, I'll do it!"
Hyuga would then toss her a cleaning cloth to her, keeping that irritated raised eyebrow look on his face.
"Don't ever talk to me like that, again. Ya hear? I'm your brother, not your enemy. I know you're tired, but the sooner you get this done, the sooner you can sleep."
Then comes the one thing he really hated while she lived under his roof: the puppy eyes, and the lip tremble. "Nori...." And the hurt in her voice.
The corner of his lip would twitch. He hated scaring her like that, regardless if she brought it upon herself or not.
His face softened, and he rolled his eyes.
"Don't do a half-assed job, please...."
And just because he enjoyed being her big jerk of a brother, he would snack on something while making sure she got her chores done, knowing well that her attitude was partially her being hungry.
"Jerk...."
"Yep!"
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The bigger the heart the bigger the burn… ❤️💔❤️🩹
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Vriska: I think 8lack Iron Tarkus should 8e tum8lrs next 8ig 8a8ygirl
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Karlach Baldursgate really is just Gideon Nav's self insert DnD character huh
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I feel like, in the universe of Gideon being raised by Augustine and Mercy, G1deon is the one who’s most stressed about their parenting techniques. Pyrrha’s not far behind, but I also cannot stress enough — its such a low bar to be the most stressed about this situation. But at least they think about the last time she ate and what it was.
listen i think G1deon would unironically be the most capable parental option amongst the extant lyctors. the Saint of Duty reflects his name if that man is presented with a baby he would have 10 different parenting guidebooks and how-to's on his nightstand by the next day.
Pyrrha would unfortunately be feeding the baby cigarettes and wine because she refuses to have a lame ass loser baby. HER baby is going to be the one selling drugs at school and she will make damn sure of it
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WIP it good Wednesday
Various open tags, making this an open tag, y'all know the drill.
In which the sons of Eärendil and Elwing arrive on Balar and are introduced to their heritage weapons:
Celebrimbor leads them deep into the citadel of Balar. The door he stops at is unmarked, yet a helmed guard stands sentinel. She greets their cousin with a nod as he begins searching his many pockets. “You’ll need arms. Proper arms, that you can actually wield.” A shake of his head. “I’ve had ample reasons to question my uncles’ judgement over the years, but giving you Narsil? It took Maedhros a century to build up the muscles to use it one-handed. Ah!” He’s finally found the keys, and manages to fit them into the lock on only the second jab.
Elrond glances at the greatsword slung over his twin’s back, too long to wear at the hip. “He called it weregild. I think he just didn’t want to look at it anymore.” They know the sword too well. They first saw it piercing through Evranin’s heart, glimmering in flames, raining blood on their faces.
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Celebrimbor takes out the bow next, running his hand down the recurve. “This was wrought by Tuilann of Nargothrond, from the trunk of a, hmm. My plant-lore is ever lacking.”
Elros reaches for the other end, feels the grain and lacquer. “Hickory!”
“Aye, hickory! A single tree, grown for this purpose over decades, on the shore of Tarn Aeluin.” Celebrimbor continues tracing down the bow’s spine. “It was felled and the bow crafted when the House of Beor first came to that land. It was gifted by—” He pauses, finger upon the sigil of Beor carved above the arrow-rest. “Ooohoho, is that so?” His eyes suddenly flick back to them, remembering his audience. “Well. That’s not quite my story to tell. It was gifted by…the sons of Finarfin to the lords of the House, and given to Bregor son of Boromir, then the foremost commander of his people. From him it passed to his son Barahir, and then to Beren, who was hunting with it when his father and companions were slain. It served him well on his quest, but afterwards was left with his law-father, for Camlost could use it no more. In Menegroth’s armory it remained until a young maiden sought to arm herself and venture forth after her family.
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So I just got skyward sword for (late) Christmas and I've been playing it after forever of wanting it
This year I've also played BotW and TotK, games I got like 2-3 months apart cuz of good deals lol
And it's making me want a cross over between the two :(
Not in a Linked Universe, or any other crossover I've seen before, just them, and no alteration to them, just them meeting and such
Cuz these games are soooo similar in such odd and fun ways
Idk I'll probably do it myself at some point just rambling XD
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