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myhatisblue · 1 year

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I started this Mills thing forever ago. I did what I could with it since it was already pretty long but it does just kinda stop. Least there’s some fun lore here.

In an ideal world Gaspar Mills would be at home. Curled up in blankets, as the smell of a slow cooked stew permeated the air, and the television showed and sang the roars of a kaiju or two. Left alone disconnected, and at peace.

But it’s been a while since he’d gotten the freedom to even go home. His most recent job went bad, sure an abstract horror laid slaughtered… But not before Mills found himself gutted, and internals spread across the floor. The beast was arrogant, its twisting limbs and multiple mouths came in close to enjoy the meal. Close enough to touch, and stupid enough to forget to make absolutely sure he was passed out. Regardless of the nature of the creature it was just meat and bone… It cried out the same, a broken form trapped in skin it never consented to. Craving to be unwound and set free. A request the King of roaches would deny over and over again on any other day. It was a step too far, a peak that wasn’t easily backed down from.

But the madness brought on while at the brink of death drives all sense away. Before he fully grasped his action the room was coated in red fibers of meat and spikes bone. And in the middle of it all a flower bloomed from what hadn’t been cast away to the walls or floors. A victory yes, but what remained of Mills was barely held together. Death would finally come this time, he’d be done with all of this. The world faded and nothingness gripped him once again.

“Can’t believe you finally did it.”

Even in death there was no escaping that voice. It was as much a part of his mind as he was.

“Just let me fucking die in peace Kenneth.”

“Man, you wish Gaspar. You already know there’s no getting off this ride. Within the hour the monster hunting bastards will be scooping up your sorry corpse.”

“It’s Mills asshole… and as if there’s even enough there to put back together…”

“God you’re being dramatic as fuck again. You might have earned the cute little title of ‘King of roaches’, but you ate the heart of the eldritch lord of flesh. You really think a few missing organs are going to stay gone for long?”

“...Eldritch lord?!”

“Oh, ha wow that just slipped out. Woops.”

“Fuck off Ken. You just like dumping shit like that one me when I can’t get rid of you. Then refuse to say anything beyond it.”

“To be fair I’ve already told you that I make up half of the shit I tell you. If you get stuck on one thing or another that’s your fault.”

“Urgh… Can you atleast give me a hint about what the flower was?”

“Say please and maybe I’ll consider it.”

“...”

“Come on Mills.”

“Ugh.. Please Kenneth tell me what the hell that meat flower was.”

“Making something new is complex, even more so when it’s alive. Why wouldn’t you start small? Wouldn’t have pinned you down for someone who’d spread flowers though.”

“I didn’t plan on doing that, I just did what it’s flesh wanted… And I guess that was what it wanted to be.”

“Sure it was.”

“... I’m not taking the bait. If I ask what you're implying you're just going to say ‘oh nothing’ in that stupid tone.”

“That sounds about right. Well it seems like our time is running out, but I’ll give you this. Keep doing anything and you’ll get better at it. Though I’m not sure that’s what you actually want this time.”

It all went quiet after that, and soon the world saw fit to drag Mills back to consciousness. The ceiling was white, and mumbling voices filled the air. They seemed like they wanted his attention, but it all faded into background noise. His body felt wrong, the placement of joints and internals… It wasn’t right, but just like every other lump of flesh it could be altered. With an unsteady hand he reached towards his stomach. Skin parted, and it wasn’t long before the voices around changed from murmurs to out right screeches. No matter how much he tried to correct the mistakes it was never perfect. The pain was growing, still he tried to fix what was broken. Until his arms were grabbed and an all too familiar needle was stabbed and injected into his neck. Instantly the world faded and not even that cold nothingness could take him.

By the time Mills was able to open his eye again a man was sitting next to him reading. He was wearing a Navy blue suit, with a black dress shirt underneath. The gray hair and tired eyes spoke more to the amount of stress he deals with day to day than his actual age. Mills had asked once expecting him to be well over 50 only to find out he was only 39. His name was Harris, and he was the poor fool stuck trying to keep Mills in line. A job that likely only added to the amount of gray hair growing on harris’ head.

After letting his eye wander between Harris and the ceiling, Mills tried to pull himself up out of bed. It was only then that he became aware that his hands were currently restrained. 6 black bands that were about an inch thick had been placed on his arms.

“I… Pissed off the higher ups.. didn’t I?”

His voice was shaky, and pathetic but it was enough for Harris to put down his book. He looked as if he was about to scream at Mills but took a breath and managed to only let out a sigh.

“I don’t know what you expected… You gave the medical team the scare of a lifetime. What were you even trying to do”

“My insides… they don’t feel right… I just wanted to fix it.”

“Sneckdraw had suspected it was something like that. Give me a second. I wrote down a message from him.”

Harris pulled out his phone, making sure to mimic the emotionless tone of the demon hunter Mills knew all too well.

‘Organs that undergo complete evisceration often grow back imperfectly. I can only conclude that this process will hold a heavier weight for one so engaged in the subject matter. All you can do is move forward, bear the weight of your choices, and do better to avoid them in the future. With time it will fade.’

Mills couldn’t help but scoff, that sounded like something he’d say. Most of the time Sneckdraw says nothing, he just stares and leaves everyone around him on edge. But on rare occasions he’ll speak with extended detail. Drawn out words, spoken in a deep monotone, slow and deliberate. Always unsettling in their delivery.

While Harris couldn’t capture it fully he got the gist. Although Mills couldn’t be sure if the impression was actually intended, or just how a message from sneckdraw naturally ends up sounding.

“That sounds like a lot of words to just say that it’s normal…”

“There was nothing normal about that scene Mills… What was that?”

“Guess you saw me after all that huh…’

“Yeah, I did.”

No escape from this conversation… The grim look Harris had been wearing since the start of all this was evident. It was a genuine concern, the kind that always knocked Mills off kilter. He could bear the pain and what it did to him, it was easy enough to ignore it, and bury it deep within. But being reminded that it wasn’t normal, that it wasn’t just fine to keep going like that… It shattered the poorly put together illusion everytime. Mills would have to be honest, or he’d never leave the medical wing.

“...You know how I ask people to avoid physical contact?”

“Yeah, I remember you saying their bodies were too loud.”

“It’s not just that… Their flesh speaks to me.”

“It what?”

“‘The skin is a prison’, and every single living thing I’ve been forced to have contact with wants to be set free. Everytime I’d tell them to fuck off. I was out of options, so that was me giving it what it wanted…”

“Why haven’t you brought that part up before?”

“Cause the list of possible solutions can only really end with me locked in a cell somewhere for being a problem.”

“That’s the paranoia speaking Mills. We’re here to support you, but we need to know what the problems are before we can help solve them. Has this gotten worse over time?”

“Na, since I woke up it’s always just been there.”

“That’s good to hear at the very least.”

A phone rings, and it only takes a glance at Harris to know what was coming next.

“I have to head out for now, I’ll be back later tonight. If you need me before then you know my number.”

“How am I supposed to make a phone call when my arms are tied down…?”

“Just shout, someone will be around to check on you.”

“Well at least tell me what the armbands are about before you fuck off.”

“Ah right, they should help you stay grounded and stay focused on where you are. It’s a better answer than just wrapping your arms in cloth over and over.”

“Right…”

Again Mills was left alone to stew with his thoughts… While he was sure he could escape the restraints if he put his mind to it, what would be the point? The compound the medical wing was in was deep underground. He wouldn’t get far before he was thrown back in bed.

At the very least he would be able to rest his eye for a while. Or at least that would have been his plan if not for a new guest slipping into his room.

“Talk about Déjà vu, at the very least you're looking better than last time I crashed your hospital room.”

Brandom Lewis was always easy to pick out of a crowd, his fashion choices were unique to say the least. Tending to favor bright colours and floral designs, and a pair of orange toned glasses he was hard to miss.

Brandon took a long look at Mills, getting really close to his face. Unintentionally showing off the other unique feature the man hid. Perhaps man was the wrong word, because he was more accurately described as a highly complex hivemind of insects piloting a human corpse. And under the right circumstances liked getting annoyingly close to other peoples faces. Letting them enjoy the sight of his collective squirming ever so slightly beneath his skin.

After evidently enjoying making Mills visibly uncomfortable, he set on freeing his hands and crashed on the seat next to his bed. Mills took the opportunity to rub his wrists and stretch out his stiff arms.

“They’re gonna have to go back on before I leave, but may as well enjoy the freedom while you can. Though between you and me it’s stupid to even bother with them.”

“I agree but the illusion of control is a hell of a thing.”

“Don’t I know it! So Kid, how are you doing? Last time I actually saw you, you were still a twig by comparison. Faye mentioned that you were going to work on bulking up. Didn’t expect it to happen so quickly.”

“You know how time goes, months in the other dimension, are days out in the real world.”

“Mhm, I’ve heard new blood is gonna start being trained there in the next year or two. Once the nerds make sure people won’t blow up randomly after prolonged exposure from being there.”

“They don’t mention shit like that to me, building materials just start showing up.”

“Huh I figure they’d just have you make those kinds of things.”

“Things I make there have a minor habit of collapsing into meat if my brain gets too fuzzy.”

“Ahh with the millions invested in equipment, I guess that would be a bit of a problem.”

“Millions??”

“Oh yeah there’s some serious money being poured into you. No pressure or anything.”

“So you're saying I probably shouldn’t make the ground under them collapse no matter how funny it would be.”

“Nahhh do it anyway, It’ll be great for you.”

“Yeah I’ll get to enjoy a few years without having to worry about taxes, or bills. It’ll just all be in a nice cell custom made to fuck me… Now why are you even here Brandon?”

“I’ve got the day off, and didn’t have much planned beyond doing dailies and that's easy enough to do here.”

“Dailies…? I assume that it's related to the game that you’re always playing? Heard Faye ranting about how you dropped a few grand on that thing.”

“She just doesn’t have the backing of the gatcha gods. And if we’re being real here what else am I gonna spend money on? Housing, internet and food is covered already, and I can’t exactly go out and party like the old days. If I drop a few bucks here and there investing in the things I enjoy, what's the big problem?”

“It sounded more like gambling when Faye was telling me about it, and pretty shitty investment if that’s the case.”

“Says the dude who spent hundreds on original godzilla posters…”

“That’s art!”

“Riiiight…”

“You have to have seen them, I know people around here are always breaking into my house and bugging the shit out of it! Shits real nice looking, it’s peak classic poster art.”

“Information related to your house is classified, But I have been keeping up on your reports. I enjoyed the ones that just degraded into calling people assholes or ‘mega dicks’ for 10 pages.”

“Well normally I have to get that shit done the second I finish a case. Can’t blame me for still being a little pissed about the whole thing. Not like I really get why I’m even doing it, hell I’m shocked you’re even reading them. Kinda assume they got tossed in a bin and thrown into a cabinet somewhere.”

“Nah, I read all of it. What might be some ‘crackhead’ in one of your reports could likely be related to some bigger fish in another game. So I might not be able to smash some skulls like the old days, but I still get a little rush from nailing down someone trying their best to be ignored.”

“I get it, I just didn’t really see myself doing so much deskwork.”

“Well you’ve managed to piss someone off given those arm bands so you might be doing a lot more of it if you keep this up.”

“Huh, Harris told me they were just replacing the wrappings I used to use.”

“Kid, you have got to work on your senses. Skipping on the magic studies just cause you’ve got bad blood for it is gonna screw you.”

“I’ve been working on it, but it just never clicks. Come on what the hell does magic have to do with the bands?”

“Try and take one off.”

Stares were shared over a brief silence before a loud electric pop filled the air. Even the slightest movement Mills tried to make against the bands ended in a sharp shock to his arms, while they stayed clung exactly where they were placed..

“Shit!”

“Pfft God you should see your face, kid. Priceless.”

“Not fucking cool! What if they get caught on something or someone rips them off mid fight?”

“It’s magic and set to protect solely against your interference. That’s talking mentally and physically. So even asking someone to remove them or even replacing your arms is going to lead to a lot of fun results.”

“Fuck they can do that?”

“They got your blood, name, and pretty much anything else they’d ever need to nail any spell or curse on you. You ought to be happy, it's not worse than a few shock collars.”

“Ugh… I killed the beast, while the details might have gotten a little messy but the results were still good.”

“The higher ups will always see you as a danger to humanity, giving them more reasons to think that lands you in early retirement.”

“Speaking from experience?”

“You know it…

Ah crud, look at the time. I remembered some stuff I need to handle before night rolls around. Show me your hands, so I can lock them back up.”

“Fine. But before you go, any idea how much longer I’ve got here?”

“Given the rumblings I’ve heard you’re gonna be stuck with a week of observation. So at least you’ll have tons of time to write the report for that last job.”

“Great…”

Mills let his arms be locked to the bed he was already stuck in. Without much else to do he could really only try and sleep. Least that would kill some time.

#I only did one edit pass so there are likely a ton of mistakes.

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giomagnetism · 2 years

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Sorry im new here and trying to get to know your lore. In the recent ask game about Marlo you mention a lot about octarians and their upbringing in those standards? Im confused on which species they are and howd they end up as agent 3 woops

no worries (and welcome!! thank you for asking)!! it’s a complicated set-up in-universe too. marlo is predominantly giant inkling and, importantly, unaware of their octarian heritage. their father is giant inkling and their mother half humboldt inkling & half harlequin octoling; it’s only a fraction of their genetic makeup, but their mother was the most active force in their upbringing and they inherited a lot of her attitudes and patterns of behavior.

bear with me ‘cause i take things absurdly serious in this house.

to get a sense of their upbringing, you have to get a sense of their parents, and marlo’s parents are a complicated case. their mother was the bastard daughter of a soldier born during the height of the octarians’ post-war isolationism, and raised predominately with traditional octarian values. she ended up taking the surface over a life in the domes and from there met & married marlo’s father, a far more withdrawn and anxious man. his mother had gone a little crazy with grief after her husband never came home from the war, and he blamed that on the octarians.

and so marlo’s mother never spoke of her background, though it bled into her parenting techniques and permeated her entire personality, and marlo was also raised with a great distrust of octarians. also key: marlo—and their brother, adonis—grew up rural and mostly homeschooled, with very little contact with other inklings and an ocean apart from the central hub of inkopolis.

when marlo chased their brother into inkopolis, and sheldon recruited them for cuttlefish, marlo believed him immediately. their main motivation was to gain enough notoriety to find their brother—which did not happen—but saving inkopolis from scheming octarians and heading off another war was an equally “sensible” one. they did not know the context for the great turf war, or the hijacking of the great zapfish, or the root of their own biases, and it very much came back to bite them.

*i do have plans for them to learn about their heritage proper, but for characterization reasons it has to come after splat3. for all marlo knows, most inklings are just infuriatingly hedonistic and lackadaisical. they have not thought to examine this.

their physical octarian traits are subtle, and were partially erased after their sanitization. their mask is subtly pointed at the corners, and their tentacles naturally have a harlequin patterning; when grown out long enough, their tentacles have multiple suction cups. (that’s the reason they wear those gold bands in the future.) they’ve also got some funky teeth! again. despite their obsession with octarian phenotypes. they have not thought to examine this.

#inbox #Anonymous #oc posting #oc soda #sry if this is incoherent its uh 4 AM.#if anything's still confusing i will be Happy to explain again

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artloveryouth · 5 months

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I make too many oc's and at this point I dunno what to do with some of em

New oc?yep based off of a shooting star and a parol[christmas star lantern]

Lore under read more cuz yknow why not

Okay okay so WishingStar is from space idk the details yet but yeah from space and has the power to grant wishes but during their time in space that power is basically useless

That isn't the only power they have though because they can be really fast like blink and then they're gone and back after a few seconds

They found earth and got interested since other planets they visited didn't have life so in their opinion they won the space lottery or something like that

So they go down to earth and see all it has to offer and its truly amazing for them

That wish granting thing?yeah so those wishes aren't really great and the way they do it isn't great either since what they do is when someone says "I wish" typical genie type stuff they instantly assume the person wants a wish granted despite lack of context and grants the wishes anyway

It would be bad but their wishes end up terrible like example you wish for water and then wish granted instead of a glass of water you get a bucket of water dunked on you and then you are like a wet sad cat cuz WishingStar can't tell the difference

Of course being a wish granting alien from space won't get you much friends so they are convinced that giving people wishes will get them some friends even though the wishes are terrible so yeah lonely

You can specify for what exactly you want for the wish and that leads to less chances of messing up depending on how WishingStar understands it and ends up being quite the gamble

Thats probably it and its a whole lot than what I expected woops-

Rambled so much but uh yeah!if you saw this then uh thx for readin I just like talking bout oc's alot cuz yknow silly goofy characters and uh-

Have a nice day!

#sketch #art #object show oc #object oc

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fandom-sheep · 3 years

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Eret 11 MAY 21

Cat and DSMP Part 1/1

Cat! Goose!

Goose my beloved.

Eret’s streaming very late for me again. So I’m not staying the whole time.

Hello Elaina. Enjoy Goose.

Fundy! Kinda...

Fundy hearing the donations. LOL.

Fundy enters a stream and it starts to scuffed. Scuffed just follows Fundy wherever he goes.

A wild my beloved on the cube.

The Drista stairs.

Wait what. Why is the tower gone?

I have missed some lore.

Ah... it’s part of the nightmare thing.

Eret offering Fundy housing like a good almost adoptive parent.

Sneeze? OH WOW SNEEZE.

Sounds like Fundy about lost a lung. Good gracious.

The bargaining between these two.

Cat, Handsome, said cube was massive

You know what that works.

It’s hard to keep the audio right for Eret’s stream for my headphones. It’s either too quiet or the loudest my headphones can go and my family can hear it.

On stream explosions. Noice.

Wow youtooz. Not super cool. Permission is usually a good thing.

Eret keeps on sizzling.

Getting dirt for scaffolding. Going old fashioned Minecraft for this.

“Why is the Cube kinda hot” cue Eret losing faith in her chats sanity.

Cube go poof.

Oh. Red stone. That’s dangerous.

I like this song. Oh klahoma. Gorgeous song.

Love joy is such a fun band. I want to make a plushy of the cat.

It’s kinda sad that Eret can’t see themselves the way chat and their little fandom sees them. Most all of us think they look fabulous.

Not Arson. Just bombing. A bit of anarchy by the king.

Demolition. Now there’s the word.

Controlled ish demolition.

Ah I’ve almost saved enough channel points for water. Nice. I’m not going to redeem it I’m just going to keep hoarding the points.

Flame Arrow. Nice.

Eret cleaning up the SMP eye sours.

Watch me attempt to sleep to Eret here in an hour or so, but keep getting distracted.

Explosion time.

Someone get ready to clip it.

Bye Bye Cube. Let’s go.

Gotta get a song that fits the vibe.

Hayloft. Time to go poof.

Turning up my brightness just to watch this explosion in the best way possible.

Still wearing the red dress I see.

I hope the music isn’t too loud to get this part muted.

Drum roll...

Drum roll continues...

Drum roll still going...

THERE GOES THE CUBE!

That was so smooth and good looking!

Overall a very good explosion.

Just a little bit of a hole in the other building.

Twitch Pr-

Poor being’s so confused with his hair. Someone help them.

Twitch bleep.

Everyone attempting to give hair styling advice. Everyone’s trying to help the being.

That bird is majestic. I remember seeing that tiktok.

Animals just decided Eret was the animal whisperer.

Yes! Disney Princess Eret fanart! Someone make it, I shall reblog all of it.

Likes to hug cute animals and cute animals like being hugged by her. Nice.

It’s alright. Names are difficult. I have to like put name tags on people to learn who they are. That or name tags on their space (like on campers bunks and door decs on dorms)

It does feel very February. But I’m very ready for summer because that means I get to do my favorite job.

Hooray. I hit 15k points.

Eret trying to prove to us a ponytail won’t work. Like we aren’t going to hype them up no matter what.

Gotta heart in the chat. All Eret’s chat does is hearts and encourage. It’s a lovely place.

Oh Eret forgot his cat ear sub goal. It’s alright I know I forgot.

Pride is next month. Nice.

Oh. We’re almost halfway already. Why does the world spin so quickly?

We forgot a dirt tower. Whoops.

I would wear Eret merch. I like it when people release merch around Christmas. Then I can ask for it as a gift.

Oh it wasn’t a dirt tower.

Just looking at Elaina’s stream in the stream selection screen it like very cozy.

All the way up the Drista stairs.

Look it’s the museum!

Eret’s got most of the builds around there. The museum. The fortress. Nice.

Some things are too historical to remove. Somethings are historical because they are being removed.

Oh no. L’sandburg.

It’s taking over the summer home.

Ah the lore is coming. It just seemed to be too early.

Hello unofficial ranboo Raiders.

Foolish making the awesome tall thingy!

Foolish’s builds are so neat. I want to watch Foolish’s streams more. Maybe just in the background but I start wanting to delayed liveblog and that requires attention.

Oh the giant portal turned out well. Sorry that was the lady’s foolish stream I watched.

Shulkers. The forbidden mob.

Eret with just a pit in the desert filled with llamas. Bones. And discus.

The mansion has been finished?

Alright is better than bad. It’s alright to be alright.

Lucky being not getting tired. I got the Johnson and Johnson vaccine and I was so so tired. I also had just no appetite.

Eret doing an smp tour. And looking at foolish’s builds.

Flickering the switch on the rainbow beacons.

Eret just knowing where everything is.

Kinoko is super pretty. Just for the aesthetic value of the kingdom I appreciate it.

Yeet. Just defenestrated himself out the window.

Oh? Spectator fly over the smp?

That would be really neat to like. Watch in VR. I think I’ve only used VR maybe twice.

Pretty Rainbow beacons.

The nurse who gave me my vaccine hid the needle from me because I mentioned to her that I was afraid of needles. It wasn’t a big deal at all.

30 minutes till I attempt sleep. Woo.

Goose my beloved. Someone make the gif because I’m not quite sure how to make it.

Oh yeah. Goose in Marvel. I hear MCU and think Minecraft cinematic universe. Not marvel.

Ghibli is so nice. It really romanticize small moments of life.

Yeah the characters are all really supportive in Ghibli movies.

Someone subbed for nine months “that’s enough to make a child” -Eret

That mansion is like a maze. I’m so lost already.

Everyone encouraging Eret and telling her she looks pretty. Good.

Eret needs all the hype and encouragement.

Antarctic empties flag. Yeah it does have a similar color pallet.

Michelle! Hello!

Fortress work. Nice.

Do it. I’ll listen the Eret play other games.

I don’t usually watch game play for non Minecraft games. But I’ll listen to it all.

Hbomb and Eret living in the same city feels like two worlds that shouldn’t meet. But it’s awesome that they have.

TOS means against twitches terms of service. Nice. Glad to finally have an explanation of what that means.

Look at our handsome and pretty streamer. All the hype.

I keep turning down the stream to hear the show my mama has on because I’m curious about what happens.

Yeah. Backseat gaming can be annoying. That’s part of why I share my thoughts here just in case I do start backseat gaming.

Almost to the sub goal. Hooray!

Ooo food.

No no. I see where they are coming from. Eret does give a bit of cat bus vibes. I can’t explain it but the vibes are there.

Creeper causing issues at the fortress.

Ed Sheepran my beloved.

I should draw more ferrets. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I’ll draw us doing stuffs.

Actually I kinda want to make a little animatic of some heels walking across the screen followed by a hoard of ferrets. I think it’ll look cool. But I need the artistic ability and the ability to not scream making that.

Woop. Ad time. Off to the void of where ever the ads game me.

OH THE NEW VOID LOOKS COOL!

Bread. Flowers. Ted. Crown. And of course Eret.

We V O I D and get our streamer bits.

Hush the chat is V O I D and the occasional emoji or emote.

The void being centered looks good. Maybe that’s just the symmetry speaking but it’s good.

Oh. We hear the being. The being in void mode. And spooky mode.

Chat just starts yelling corpse.

Hydration. I try to stay hydrated. But I fail often if I’m not doing something active.

Tree!

Casually makes and snags tree.

Eret does read chat often. It’s strange. And it is weird how often it ends up being you.

You can tell I’m a tumblr peep. I may say stuff in chat but I’m fully not expecting or wanting to be noticed by the streamer.

Others hitting darkness o’clock and saying goodnight.

It’s sleep to the stream hours y’all. Whoop.

I need to visit the parks out west. I’ve only really seen the eastern US ones. But I have been to the Great Smokey Mountain park which is gorgeous.

Eret thinking of his friends triggers when naming his cat.

Eret’s builds are so casually pretty. Not like Foolish’s which are intricately pretty. Not like Phil’s or Sam’s which are complicated pretty. All pretty. Just different breeds of pretty.

Alrighty. It’s sleepy hours for me. As much as I love Eret I want to read some fanfiction and daydream a bit before I head to sleep.

Have a good rest everyone and may all your coming meals be delicious.

Wait no is it our turn with goose?

OUR TURN WITH GOOSE!

Eret honey that’s the ceiling.

Cat stream. Cat stream.

Sleepy kitty. A cat cam would be good.

Yeah. That happens with cats. Especially strays.

Goose captured the computer mouse.

Goose straight up chose Eret and Elaina.

Goose really just chose not to leave.

Oh my stream connection is acting sad. But I want Goose content.

I want to draw Goose now.

Maybe I’ll do water color for Goose. I know I tried to do that with Boots (Fundy’s cat)

Hopefully there will be some Goose face screenshots I can see. Maybe I can see him well in the Tiktok.

Artists just violently refusing payment. Sounds about right. The MCYT artists just kinda go “yeah give credit and we cool”

Cowboy cat. Nice.

I want to paint Goose in the cowboy hat.

Hype train! That we are zooming.

Bucket sponge?

WATER BUCKET FROM WET SPONGE! Tiktok people giving all the cool info.

Go Goose. Catch the computer mouse and the screen mouse.

Just sitting here at 11:30 at night getting screen shots of Goose for painting purposes.

Goose please. Look at the camera babe.

My phone is dying. And I can’t charge it and type.

Alright the camera is off the cat. The cat is also blocking the screen.

But no cat on camera means I’m getting some sleep. If I do any of the projects I’ve mentioned I’ll let y’all know.

Have a good rest everyone.

#eret #dream smp #dsmp #dsmp eret #why must this being stream so late #goose the cat #erets cat #delayed liveblogging

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myheroaizawashota · 5 years

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Woops-- I forgot the song, didn't i? ehhhh I think I did-- This is for Hizashi x Villain reader. Could you use Miss Jackson by Panic! At The Disco?

[okay fun personal fact about me, panic at the disco is my FAVORITE band, so I’m more than happy to do miss Jackson for this song! For some reason when I think of this it gives a very frisky playful vibe so I’m so excited for this one!!]

The air around you sat stagnate and calm as the typically bright city lay silent in slumber. You walked your way down the dully lit roads of town, thumb tracing sinfully against your perfectly painted red lips, eyes glistening as the thoughts of bad swirled around in your brain. As the street lights bounced off your beautiful irises, the glint in your eyes only confirmed that your intentions were anything but pure as you walked along the strip of stores. The pickings were ripe tonight as your body strut its way up to the store fronts, the heels of your shoes echoing through the streets as a grin twisted across those devilishly stunning lips of yours. You practically walked on air around here, while many had tried to capture you and apprehend you for all your crimes, none have ever succeeded. You had earned yourself a well deserved reputation for dancing effortlessly out of the authorities grasp, and for that you were proud. Your eyes scanned through the glasses that separated you from all your glittering prizes, only stopping when your attention caught the window display of the jewelry store in front of you. Splayed gorgeously on a luxuriant black satin pillow, lay the most breath taking necklace your eyes had ever seen. Your tongue slipped past the corners of your lips, as your eyes grew hungry to hold that pendant around your own neck. The reflection of the moon bounced off the beautifully cut sapphire that hung surrounded by platinum and diamonds, you unable to contain the compulsion to make it your own. Effortlessly you slipped yourself down the alley way just to the side of the Jeweler’s. With a bit of stealth you managed to wiggle yourself inside the store, a sigh passing your lips. It took a bit of work, but from here on in was were the smooth sailing began. You eyes sparkled with lust as you wandered through the store, finger tips grazing along the display cases that held all the treasures your heart could content. Perhaps that stunning sapphire wouldn’t be the only thing you took tonight. In no rush you took your time smashing the displays open, no phase to your enjoyment as the alarms began to funnel around you. Cockily, your lips tugged into a grin, your fingers gently running across the oddly shaped diamonds that decorated the neck of the piece your heart so badly desired. With a content hum, you placed the piece on your own neck, fingers tracing over the outline of the sapphire where it laid on your chest. “Do you think this looks a bit to much on me Mic?” You asked, as you heard the sound of familiar boot steps coming up from behind you. Confusion played across his features as his brows narrowed together, how did you know It was him? God were you good, and he knew that. After all this wasn’t his first encounter with you. He’ d faced against you on several different accounts, and lost each and every time. You claimed it was always accidental when you two would cross paths, though he was starting to figure out that it was less of an accident so much as a calculated situation. You gave a hum, glancing in the oval store mirror sat on top of the half shattered display in front of you. “Your silence speaks wonders for a man whos never stops flapping his gums” you chuckle turning around to face the other with a smile “You gotta admit though, it looks stunning on me doesn’t it” you hum, body circling around his, your finger tips gently grazing the leather of his jackets collar. The clicking of your heels taunted him, their seemingly ceaseless clicking only stopping when your body stood face to face with his. You watched as he peered down at you past those orange tinted sun glasses of his.

Your body gave a shuttered as the green of his eyes looked you over, his hand rising to lift the sapphire from your chest “it looks like a 10 out of 10” he smiled, fingers moving to the back of your neck working undemanding to undo the clasp one handed. “But I gotta say, it looked better on the pillow were you found it sweetness…I mean unless you’ve got the fortune to pay for it”

A chuckle bounced in your throat as your eyes watched the necklace drop perfectly into the others palm, he slipping it right into his back pocket. “And I thought you were the fun one” you pout, body moving to gently press against his own.

You loved this little game of cat and mouse you two had. You‘d come and go whenever you pleased, and he’d fail to stop you. It was adorable. Even when you made the most predictable of moves, the other was always three steps behind you. Leaning on your toes, you let your nose gently nudge the pads of his headphones away as your lips moved to press softly at the space behind his ears, your tongue gently tracing down as far as it could before being stopped by the metal of the stereo that hung around the others neck. “ya know, sometimes I wish you had less pieces to this damn costume” you teased, hands moving to push the heavy leather of his jacket right off his shoulders.

He couldn’t help bit dig his teeth into the corners of his lips, they tugging down into a frown as he tried to fight against you…though truthfully he didn’t want you to stop. While he knew he had a job to do, he couldn’t help but fall under the lore of your actions every time. With a soft hum, his eyes fluttered half closed his index finger moving to curl under your chin as he drew your lips closer to his own. “ I’ll have you know, my regular clothes are a lot easier to get through, though you wouldn’t know that. Bummer that every time we see each other, its like this…just a lil heads up incase ya didn’t know, if you wanted my attention so bad all ya had to do was ask. You can give me a call any time, I always accept listener requests“ he all but purred.

You couldn’t help but grin as he moved to connect your lips together. Calculating the time frame between the moment you tripped the alarm to when the cops probably dispatched a unite to get to you, you figured you had a good five or six minutes to get your fix for the others attention. While perusing the embers of the spark that constantly ignited between the two of you whenever your paths crossed was not the intended target of your heist tonight, you were more than happy to oblige to the kiss the other placed against your lips. Hands, running down his chest, you allowed yourself to melt into the kiss. Both of you knew this was by far wrong in every aspect, however no matter what you two tried, you always ended up this way. It was a dangerous game you played, even you as cocky as you were, had to be cautious. Knowing your time together was nearing an end, you let your nails drag lightly down his back, hands reaching casually into the back pockets of his jeans. Your eyes flickered open as you felt the others hands wrap around your wrist, he tugging your hands back to the front of his body where he could see them “I can’t tell if thats you trying to get freaky or if your just going after those jewels again” he laughed, forehead moving to press against yours.

A smile crept its way across your face you scoffing a sound. Your head turnt as you heard the sound of sirens approaching the area, well that was your cue to leave. In one swift movement your broke the others hold on your wrist, your body spinning around behind his, shoving him against the floor with a smile. Leaning in you pressed a kiss to the tip of his ear, whispering lowly “i guess you’ll never know” before running off right out the back door.

Shit! Fist slamming against the ground, the voice hero pushed himself up to his feet moving to chase after you. His efforts were fruitless though, by the time he managed to get to the back door you were gone again. God damnit...not again.

BONUS:

Trying to shake his failures from the prior nights patrol, the pro hero turned DJ sprawled himself out in his office chair. He had managed to recover the gems from you, but he was still disappointed in himself for once more letting his guard down and allowing you to escape once again. Doing what he did best when his mood was down, he turned to his music. Same time every week his radio show played across the city, anyone within the Tokyo radius would be able to hear the show. Doing what he could to brush the bad vibes from last night off, he turned to the listeners. Interacting with his fans usually did brighten his mood quite a bit. “Heeeeeelloooo Listener! You’re on the air with Present Mic, what can I do for you.” he pouring every bit of enthusiasm he had into the greeting.

“I was thinking you and me could accidentally meet up again tonight.”

His heart jumped at the familiar voice, a smile tugging its way onto his lips. "Didn’t think you’d actually call in Listener”

You just gave a hum, you gnawing away at the corners of your lips “you made some pretty compelling arguments last night. I’ll meet you under the street lights tonight. Don’t worry ill be on my best behaviors.”

Just before he could respond back to you, he was hit with the dial tone of a dead end. A smile played at his lips “Here’s too you Y/N.....comin’ up is the hit new song straight from the USA! Here’s Miss Jackson by Panic at the disco!”

He flipped the switch the song beginning to roll, he grinning like a child. You may not have been perfect but god damn did he love you anyway.

#hizashi yamada #yamada hizashi #yamada x aizawa #hizashi x reader #present mic x reader #present mic #bnha x reader

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BMC Miraculous AU Lore: The Era of the Miraculous' Return

Woop, some Lore for the AU, taking place FAR into the future, where the Miraculous are needed again, and even though the new Guardians are ready to start the process all over again, they were not expecting this newer version of humanity being so….aware of reality itself.

For several thousands of years, the scum of Humanity have torn apart the Earth and everyone living in it for stupid and stubborn reasons, however, through all that chaos was a small group of people who stayed true to themselves throughout all of it. They stayed hidden from the chaos of the current world until everyone on Earth was wiped out from existence…except for the group of pure people who stayed. After Joe and the Miraculous disappeared, these group of humans got busy rebuilding the Earth at their own pace, they did their best scraping away any leftovers left behind in the “Dark Era” (A period of time which these people now call the times where humanity was destroying each other), getting the resources to survive and help other creatures that survived like animals and plants, and of course, they got busy repopulating the human race.

Overtime, they slowly start to rebuild the Earth around them, and eventually after several hundred years, life on Earth was restored. However, when it comes to humanity, these group of people need to figure out how to rebuild society and culture without accidentally leading it on a path towards destroying each other, then one man had a thought, “Why not push away all other regions for now and focus on the one that ties to body and mind? Chakra!” So they focused on building a culture that ties itself to emotions, body, and mind, hoping that future generations would be aware of the world around them. They keep practicing these techniques and building their culture for years until they oddly find out that they can access this spiritual energy and use it for whatever they desire (so basically they find out they can do Spiritual Magic). So they kept building that culture for years and years, making colonies and villages with those cultures in mind, and over time, they created a culture where spiritual awareness and magic is key to a greater power and emotions matter.

Theeeeen one day, out in space, J, and the other six new guardians (who are reincarnations of Eric, Jordan, Jeremy, Michael, Lin, and Post), E, Jo, Je, M, L, and P, are born (or reborn) into the universe, alongside the Miraculous. They reach down to Earth (Fully naked, cause even immortal guardians are born in their birthday suits), and they find a village after an hour or so of walking through nature. They are offered clothes to a kind elderly woman and they set their goal to live normally in this new era. However, their sudden appearance caused the village to question where they came from and why are they here, even priests and higher ups asked them where they came from (and who were their descendants are cause the group of people that survived the “Dark Era” is very well known in this new culture and someone is an descendant from any of them). Even so, they tried SO hard to blend in with the crowd, but the fact that they look so different from everyone else made them stick out like a sore thumb. Eventually, after several weeks of getting the stink eye from the whole village, they decide to blurt out about the Miraculous (so they could be aware to some degree), they basically told them what they’re here for and their mission, but oddly, the village now sees them in a different light. Instead of seeing them as odd strangers, they see them as, get this, gods from another dimension who have descended to their dimension to grant people powers of a demi-god (yeeeeaaaah, they were deep into their new religion tied to chakra and all other spiritual shit). So people offered people they believed as “worthy” of being a Miraculous Holder, but the moment they started doing it, they rejected it from the word go. Then they made it CLEAR that it was THEIR decision to find a suitable Holder, not them.

This goes on for a month or so, making it a bit harder for them to find a suitable Holder until they found one, a descendant of Jane, a boy named Aaron. He is offered the Deer Miraculous and he became the first Miraculous Holder of the new Era (then the Guardians decide to dawn on their Miraculous, the Owl, Eel, Lion, Dog, Wolf, Swan, and Weasel Miraculous.). They also come across a descendant of Kirsty as a boy named Julius, who is the only survivor of his village that was demolished in a flood. He forms a strong bond with Aaron and is eventually given the Tiger Miraculous.

However, this caught the attention of a man named Crow, who is a reincarnation of Spam (even though he doesn’t have the crazy attributes Spam has, he’s still not a good guy), he seems to believe that if humans now understand spiritual magic, then they must have the power to control Miraculous Magic. So he forms a cult-like group called “The Children of the Miraculous” where he and his group of followers, stalk the guardians and try to get as much information as they can for the Miraculous.

This goes on for several months, even the guardians trying their best to shove away people with the whole “Miraculous Guardians are Gods” mindset and telling them again and again that it’s not the case, eventually Crow and his follows conduct a plan. With the knowledge they have so far for the Miraculous, they plan to steal the Miraculouses, make the Guardians immobile and unable to stop them, and use spiritual magic to manipulate Miraculous Magic and possibly create Miraculouses of their own. So one day, they execute the plan, they tie up the Guardians and steal the Miraculous, then for few days, they tested and experimented with what they can do with Miraculous Magic. Until eventually, the time came for them to channel all of their spiritual energy into a magic circle and use it to copy Miraculous Magic to create their own Miraculous. Shockingly, it actually worked, but the Miraculous and Kwami created from this was scattered across the new world. However, what they didn’t know is that upon the procedure, the Guardians were experiencing terrible pain, their bodies would sometimes fade in and out of their light body form and they were screaming in pain, once the new Kwamis and Miraculous were created, they were knocked out by the great wave of pain.

Once they came to, they realized what they done to the Miraculous, although they got their Miraculous Box back, a handful of their Miraculous were gone (thankfully, the Owl, Eel, Lion, Wolf, Dog, Swan, and Weasel Miraculouses were still there). So now, in this unexpected turn, they must not only find Miraculous Holders but also find the 50 scattered Miraculouses created by Crow’s cult.

#bmc miraculous au #janetthepegasus #lore dump #submission

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Random Lore Ramble #2 (Because I hate you all and want you to suffer through reading this): Corrupted Guardians

Woop woop, here we are another day, another post nobody gives a shit about except for me.

So a topic I briefly mentioned in Lore Ramble #1 was Corrupted, or Dark, Guardians.

What interests me is less about what these rare Guardians did, and more about their motives. I’ve personally been fascinated for years about the psychological differences between classes, so I’m going with one example per class to talk about. Eris Morn for the Hunters, Rezyl Azzir for Titans, and Toland the Shattered for Warlocks.

*NOTE: I don’t intend to mention the following people in this list because they aren’t 100% good or bad, more like somewhere in the middle: Kabr the Legionless, Osiris the Exiled, Praedyth. You could argue that those being my exceptions, Eris shouldn’t qualify, but I don’t have a surplus of examples for Hunters, so I’ll take whatever I can get.*

We may as well start with Eris Morn’s story, and my opinion on rogue Hunters in general.

Eris Morn was a member of the few Guardians to survive the Great Disaster, when hundreds of Guardians were given the second death by the hand of Crota on the Moon. Along with one of her friends, the Warlock Eriana-3, she was particularly spiteful about the death of Wei Ning, a Defender Titan known for her strength and power. As such, when Eriana began assembling the doomed First Crota Fireteam, Eris was among them. Joined by Vell Tarlowe, Omar Agah, Sai Mota, and the infamous Toland, they launched a quiet assault on Crota’s chambers, relying on the vast Hive-Lore knowledge from Toland to guide them through. I won’t go into specifics, but it was a terrible failure, to say the least. Eris was stranded kilometres down in the heart of the Hive domain, with Eriana, Tarlowe, Agah and Mota dead because of Toland, who was missing and probably gone the same way, and to top it all, her Ghost was long-dead, and her Light slowly draining out. So she does what Hunters do best. She adapts. She survives. Lightless and alone, she wanders the caves, killing anything in her way and staying away from Crota. Now this is where it really gets disturbing.

Somewhere along the line, Eris has her eyes ripped out by a Hive Knight, so, being more than a little too close for comfort to the line of sanity by now, she proceeds to rip out the knight’s eyes, and implant all three in her forehead. Now, after this we honestly don’t know what happened. She emerges, decades later, from the catacombs, not a Guardian, not a mortal either, but not quite Hive. Not quite anything, really. She is almost insanely angry at the Hive, at Toland, and most of all at Crota. Eris returns to the City and the Guardians, who for the most part disgusted by the strange half-Dark half-Light creature that she has become. Without Ikora Rey, she would have certainly been exiled, or ignored. But the Warlock Vanguard saw the knowledge and skills Eris had picked up from her years in the Lunar Catacombs, and not only allowed her to stay, at the Tower, but actually let her join the Vanguard in the War Room several times. As usual, Ikora was proven right, as Eris became a valuable asset in the defeat of Crota, and later his father Oryx, by our Guardian. When Towerfall occurred, Eris Morn had actually left the Tower, for unknown reasons, and may not even know about the events of the Red War with Ghaul.

So Eris may not be a “bad guy” by definition, but there is a definite inhuman side to her nature. She has Hive eyes, which appear to bleed or cry liquid Darkness. She has that strange green rock which has been suggested to be a Hive worm (fuck I’m not even going through that right now). Her Strike dialogue suggests that she may even KNOW some Hive. When Oryx is killed, she can control that infamous sword with her mind. I could go on for hours, but you get the point: Eris Morn is not human.

But I digress, my point is about Hunters. Taking it as a fact that she has taken in a worm, the story emerges. When her Ghost is taken, as I said, she adapts. Worms really aren’t entirely different in purpose to Ghosts, if you look at it bluntly. They effectively render the bearer immortal, plus they heal, give abilities and a whole other bunch of goodies too. So basically, the method of healing and survival is taken away, find the next best thing, which could well be a hive-worm. As well as this, swapping eyes with a Knight isn’t some strange experiment, or an attempt to become stronger, again, it’s a way to live. Eris has her eyes gouged out, and some part of her mind is still rational enough to make a few connections.

If she can’t see, she can’t use her knives, can’t shoot.

If she can’t shoot or knife-fight, she can’t kill Hive.

If she can’t kill Hive, she will die.

So of course, she does the rational thing, at least in the moment. She finds the dead Knight, gouges its eyes out, and somehow puts him in her head. This does have further ramifications, but in the moment, it’s do or die.

Now, one term in particular comes up constantly in this story. Survival. Everything Eris Morn does, good or bad, is to keep going. Nothing else.

So; when it comes to Hunters, we can reasonably safely say that their sole reason for “corrupting” is to stay alive. Simple as. They live on Light, when that isn’t enough, they look elsewhere. Anything that comes after is a byproduct, not considered or planned by the Hunter.

Next up we have the Warlocks, and I’m using Toland the Shattered as the example. There are quite a few Dark Warlocks down through the years, named and unnamed, but he is our most detailed one out there.

So Toland, aka the Mad Warlock, aka the guy who gave Voidwalkers a bad reputation forever.

Unfortunately, we don’t have much of an account of Toland pre-going-Dark, but we do have the rare treasure of a first person account through Toland’s Journals, which give us an insight into his mind, so here’s what we can piece together.

Toland does not have a Tragic Backstory™, like Eris Morn or Rezyl Azzir. He was just a Warlock, who was interested in Hive, had genius-level intelligence, didn’t get his answers from the Vanguard, and went too deep. As he started drifting further from the Light, creating strange, unnatural artifacts, and abandoning his Ghost entirely, the Vanguard took notice. Toland the Shattered was exiled, not that he really gave two shits. He hadn’t really been a Guardian for years anyway. So leaving behind the weapon Shadow Price (one of the artifacts I mentioned), Toland leaves the Tower behind. He disappears off somewhere doing some weird stuff, and slowly learning more about, and becoming more like, the Hive.

Then we have a wide blank space, in which Six Fronts, Osiris, and Twilight Gap occur, and everyone’s favourite psychopathic insane Voidwalker isn’t seen for years.

Then, when things settle down after the worst of the Fallen Wars have passed, Commander Zavala launches that ill-fated attack on Crota, who has held the moon for decades, and our story picks up.

Eris Morn and Eriana-3 assemble the First Crota fireteam. While looking for the sixth and final member, they realise that their team is comprised of fighters, and as any decent player knows, you need a tactician to head it up for any success. The only Warlock on the team is Eriana, but she is Praxic Warlock, so ultimately, another fighter. So against explicit Vanguard orders, they seek out Toland, in whatever dark corner of the universe he was hidden away in. Their reasons are pretty simple: The team needs a strategist desperately, and when it comes to Hive, you can’t get a better one than the Mad Warlock.

So Vell Tarlowe, Sai Mota, Omar Agah, Eriana-3, Eris Morn and Toland the Shattered descend into the Hellmouth. I’ve told you what comes next. Here’s the details.

So Toland’s agenda wasn’t 100% true to what Eris and Eriana had thought. To him, this wasn’t an honourable mission. It was the research opportunity of a lifetime. He’d been trying to get down into the Hellmouth for years now, and here was the chance to do so with an armed fucking guard!

Now, of course, Toland knew from the moment they came to him that it was suicide. Wading down into an unsecured area crawling with Hive, with a mildly insane mutant space wizard to guide you is not going to end well.

But then again, this is the greatest field study opportunity he’ll ever get. So, he agrees. He says yes, of course I can get you there, of course I know how, of course you’ll survive. (*Note: I’m about to go knee-deep in Hivelore here).

What really made it worth the risk to Toland was the slim chance of finding Îr Yût, the Deathsinger. Îr Yût was an extremely powerful Hive Wizard, capable of killing instantly with her voice. Being as excessively morbid as his Voidwalker peers, Toland was obsessed. How did the song work? Was it the song itself, or the one singing it? Could it be that the Deathsinger’s song was death itself? He reckoned, in a pretty logical fashion, that he could actually recreate the Deathsong himself, completely identical.

Now that in itself is an indication of how much Toland had strayed from humanity. I mean, have you heard the Hive screeching? It’s unnatural, it’s inhuman, and it’s downright terrifying at times. No human should be able to recreate that.

Anyway, so Toland agrees to lead the team to Crota, all the while planning for a meeting with the Deathsinger.

They go in, are swarmed with Hive. Mota is killed almost immediately, and then, miraculously, it stops. The tide of Hive falters, and stands still, and slowly but surely turns. Other than Toland, nobody understands this: Because the Hive don’t relent. They don’t retreat, pause or stop. Everyone knows that. But for some reason, they have now.

Unbeknownst to all but Toland, the Hive, after killing Mota, knew what was happening. Five veteran, powerful Guardians (plus one…thing) had entered their ground. This was good. Very good. The Hive live their lives by the Sword Logic, their philosophy, their religion, the way of life that even affects their physical makeup and biology. Right at the root of this is one fact: The Hive gain power from death. They are immortal, unless killed, as long as they feed their worm with a stream of death. The energy gained from a kill is paid in part to the rank above the killer. Now, all kills will create some power, but if the conditions are right, they will create more. I assume the conditions are certain symbols, locations etc. So that means that when Crota kills hundreds in combat with his sword, it actually isn’t that much of a power source. But even three or four Guardians, in the right conditions…. different story entirely.

The Hive begin to pull back, luring the Guardians in to where they can be sacrificed to maximum effect. Knowing this, the logical move is to retreat, or flat out run like hell. But Toland assures the other four survivors that this is normal, that the Hive are spread thin after the battle, that the best thing is to press forward, because despite knowing the increasing danger they’re in, he wants to find Îr Yût.

Shortly after this the fireteam is separated in two: Eris with Eriana and Agah, Tarlowe with Toland. By the time they find each other, Tarlowe is, as Toland says, “spectacularly dead”. Toland claims that the Hive got him, a Thrall got under his guard, nothing more, but who knows what he was capable of.

Eventually, they reach the chamber where the the Deathsinger resides, but with Agah dead.

Eriana-3 is killed. As the Deathsong begins, Eris realises why their passage was allowed. Enraged, she turns on Toland, only to see that the impossible is happening. The Deathsong is focused on Toland, but the Mad Warlock stands on his feet, unafraid. Eris Morn runs, angry and scared, assuming Toland is dead.

Now this is the moment Toland has waited for years for. He hears the Song of Death, and sings right back. Somewhere in those few seconds, something happens. His theory was incorrect. Nobody can recreate the Deathsong, but something he hadn’t predicted happens: instead of dying painfully, Toland the Shattered is sent to the Hive’s Ascendant Throne-World, the hellish alternate dimension created and ruled by Oryx, the Taken King. In this instant, he is changed somehow, so arriving in the Ascendant Realm, instead of being hunted and killed like most intruders, v he is ignored.

Being a Warlock, Toland does the only thing better than doing something impossible: He does another impossible thing. Years later, when Oryx hears of his son’s death and sets the Dreadnaught on course to Earth, who warns us? Who sends fragments of journal, torn paper, the knowledge we need to defeat the Taken and their Lord? It’s Toland the Shattered, of course. Obviously, there is no way he can physically propel items through to the real world, but, as you can see, impossibility isn’t really something that bothers the Mad Warlock.

So there it is. Looking at Toland’s story, just as with Eris, patterns start to emerge. Toland was exiled because he started going against Vanguard orders. He did this because he wanted, maybe needed, answers. Knowledge. I honestly believe that if he had been given permission and a research team, he wouldn’t have gone rogue, and if he did, it wouldn’t have been as severe or early as it was.

Perhaps his worst crime, effectively causing the deaths of four Guardians, was all for one reason. He wanted to know more about Îr Yût, and the Deathsong, and the Hive.

Just as the story of Eris comes back to survival, the story of Toland comes back to knowledge. I can draw parallels here to Osiris here, too. The stories go pretty similarly:

Warlock wants knowledge.

Warlock cannot access said knowledge, for some reason or other.

All hell breaks loose, caused by Warlock.

Warlock is exiled, disappears, and leaves everyone confused and afraid.

So; Warlocks go dark to know more, to learn, to understand other forms of power. Some side affects are deliberate, some are byproducts.

Two thirds of the way guys, hang in. Only Titans to go now.

Rezyl Azzir, later Dredgen Yor, is quite possibly the most infamous rogue Guardian in the Destiny Universe, and he is certainly the first of them. Killer of Pahanin, Jaren Ward, and dozens of others. Creator and first holder of Thorn.

Azzir was a Guardian before Guardians, resurrected in a time of chaos, shortly after the Collapse, before the Faction Wars, before the raising of the City Walls. He was a Titan by nature, but this was at the point where Guardians were called Risen, and Warlord Risen still dominated what little land hadn’t been taken by Fallen on Earth. So while the most famous group of Risen at this point were the Iron Lords, Azzir was the best outside their ranks.

He was, essentially, an early Saint-14, he was strong, powerful, kind, loyal, basically what a Titan should be.

*NOTE: In the grimoire, Azzir is referred to as the “First Guardian”. This can be interpreted a lot of ways, including that he was actually the first to be resurrected by a Ghost, but my personal favourite is that while other Risen existed, Rezyl Azzir was the first of them to operate similarly to the modern Guardians.*

He was probably the most effective in his field (which was Fallen-killing) for years, but even before the whole Dredgen Yor saga began, he started showing signs of going downhill. He became more and more reckless, once even letting himself die, hiding his Ghost, allowing himself to be brought to a Devil Baron’s throne room, only for his Ghost to revive him. Shortly after, he killed the Baron and fought his way out. The risk involved there is insane. He literally let his Ghost materialise in plain view. If a Vandal or Dreg had been quick enough to get it, Azzir was dead.

Years later, and hundreds of near-suicidal missions, Azzir finds a Hive pit, and, reckless as ever, goes straight down, no hesitation.

Now, something I should mention here is that in the Destiny Universe, weapons can mean a lot more to their owners than just a gun, or just a sword, or whatever they are. We see it with Amanda Holliday and the Chaperone, Cayde-6 with Ace of Spades, Lord Shaxx with his Razelighter, and of course, Rezyl Azzir with Rose. Rose was a hand cannon, and a pretty normal one, but it served him well, and he got really protective of it.

But before going down, he makes the questionable decision to leave his Ghost on the surface. His reasons are unknown. It could be as simple as that he didn’t want his Ghost killed, but I do think he knew that one way of another, there was little chance of him escaping unscathed, and he wanted to spare his Ghost. So Azzir goes down, finds a Hive Wizard, and after attacking her, is confronted by a Hive Prince. Being led further and further down, we have absolutely no clue as to what happens next. All we know is that when he emerges from the caverns, he is no longer Rezyl Azzir.

The man that leaves that place is Dredgen Yor.

Even his beloved Rose has changed, it has become the now famous Thorn, a poisonous, twisted thing. The physical changes to Azzir (I’ll refer to him as Yor from now) are unspecified, but we know they were gradual, as later, when the Crucible was up and running, shortly after Six Fronts, Yor participated. He did extremely well that day, but then something was noticed.

Among the Guardians he killed that day, some did not get up. The most well-known of these was the Hunter Pahanin, only survivor of Kabr’s Vault of Glass fireteam.

In order to tell the rest of Yor’s story, I need to switch to the perspective of a young orphaned boy called Shin Malphur. Malphur lived in one of the many towns and villages in the European Dead Zone who ignored the call to the City, preferring to take their chances in the wilds as they had done for years.

This village was ruled by a single man, and he was cruel, and a terrible leader. He threatened and beat members of his village if they opposed him. One day, along comes a Hunter called Jaren Ward, on patrol to find survivors like these, and mark their locations. Before leaving, Ward is informed about the village leader’s cruelty. He confronts him publicly, and when the man attempts to kill him, Ward, being a Gunslinger Hunter, draws a gun and shoots him and the few loyal to him, in a few seconds.

In the silence that follows, the only one brave enough to thank Ward is the young Shin Malphur. Impressed by this, Ward leaves Shin his gun, the hand cannon The Last Word. While talking to him, the Hunter mentions that he’s on his way to Dwindler’s Ridge, the last known location of a dangerous rogue Guardian. Guess who that rogue Guardian is?

So Jaren Ward leaves the village, and goes towards Yor. Yor ambushes and kills him with Thorn. Ward’s Ghost flees, finding its way to Shin Malphur months later. It informs him what has happened, and what happens next is unique in three ways. The first is that Shin Malphur becomes the first person to become a Guardian while still alive. The second is that he is almost certainly the youngest Guardian ever Risen, somewhere in his teens. The third is that this is the only confirmed case of a Ghost leaving a dead Guardian and grafting to a regular person to make them a Guardian.

So Shin Malphur, now a Gunslinger Hunter like his hero Jaren Ward, leaves his village, killing Fallen and practising with his weapons and abilities, but always out for Dredgen Yor’s blood. It takes him years, as Dredgen Yor has years of training and leaves almost no trace, but Malphur finds Yor. Ironically, the showdown takes place again at Dwindler’s Ridge. They face off, guns not drawn. Yor smiles, recognising Ward’s gun, and says its name: “The Last Word.”

Shin Malphur draws and fires, lightning-fast, killing Dredgen Yor, and utters the infamous words, known to every Gunslinger: “Yours. Not mine.”

And that’s where the story of Rezyl Azzir and Dredgen Yor ends. We don’t know where Malphur goes or does. Interestingly though, he’s referred to as a “renegade Hunter”, so seeking out Yor was probably illegal because of the danger involved.

When he was known as Rezyl Azzir, Yor was a living legend, a beacon of Light for every Risen. As Dredgen Yor, he was a monster, feared by all. Even in the centuries after his death, wielders of weapons like Thorn, Shadow Price and Bad Juju (Toland the Shattered’s weapons) are watched closely to avoid the scenario of “another Dredgen Yor”.

Of all the Dark Guardians, he leaves the greatest and most terrible legacy. Dead Guardians. Broken people. Cursed weapons. A strange group of followers of his ways, calling themselves the Shadows of Yor, had to be extinguished quietly by Ikora Rey’s spy network, the Hidden.

Unfortunately, I couldn’t tell you what caused the final change from Rezyl Azzir, heroic Titan, to Dredgen Yor, Hive Abomination. But I can tell you what led up to it, the foreshadowing to this event. Azzir’s fall from grace began a long time before that day in the Hive tunnels. He had been reckless, arrogant, and blinded by anger for years. But we can trace back his arrogance to around the time the City Walls went up. Now it’s time for another unfounded theory: Rezyl Azzir started doing the insane things because he wasn’t needed anymore.

I said before that Azzir was the first Guardian. When he was at his best, other Risen started following him in spirit, acting like him, by his code. Those same Guardians were the ones who created the City. Although Lord Shaxx, Commander Zavala, and Lord Saladin created and upheld the Walls, they’re really Rezyl Azzir’s legacy. After this, they followed their own ways, or the ways of the newly formed Consensus, the officials behind City Defence. Nobody really learned from him anymore.

To exacerbate this situation, Azzir was once the greatest Titan, looked up to by pretty much every other one, but after the Battle of Six Fronts, Saint-14 is probably more deserving of that title. Shortly after, the Battle of Twilight Gap was won by the aforementioned Shaxx, Saladin, and Zavala. That put Azzir even further down the line of Titans. So assuming he wasn’t needed, Rezyl Azzir put himself in more and more dangerous situations, because he thought that if he did die the second death, it wouldn’t make a difference, in the grand scheme of things.

Now this reaction, a Titan losing faith in themselves, isn’t unique to him. Titans seemingly need to have a constant goal. Saladin was never himself after SIVA was contained and the Iron Lords disbanded. He only came into his own during the Second SIVA Crisis, and training Guardians in Iron Banner. When we found Zavala on Titan, he honestly didn’t know what he was doing, or why. He was nothing without the Vanguard, and the City.

All in all, big conclusions are:

Titans go Dark because there’s nothing left to fight for.

Hunters go Dark to survive for another day.

Warlocks go Dark because they want knowledge at any cost.

Well, that must about concludes this post, finally. Felt like I’d never get the end of it.

That’s about it.

#destiny 2 lore #destiny (game)#destiny lore

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crazyfangarlady · 7 years

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Hey y'all!

I'm moving flats tonight, but this also means I'll be without internet for an undetermined time period- I'd love some questions about my dragons or my lore so I have things to write about while I'm gone!!

My lair is over here and there's my askbox - anyone up to Fendel is good ♥ (not including the two unnamed dudes on page 1. Woop.)

Thank you very much :D !!

#sildy talks

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ja-khajay · 7 years

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I'm kind of a new follower so can u post a short list of them n some details? sorry I'm on mobile so I cant check to see if u have an Oc page

i actually don’t…rip me… heres a Long list

TES OCS :Ma'Jahrann, enthusiastic and bubbly khajiit youth, walks the world on her tiny little legs out of curiosity. Clever little shit like what the khajiit are the best at, but always positive! She will end up a great diplomat one day, working in the highest spheres fo the empire! Until she grows too old for that shit and starts a pirate empire with a monkey wife? But that’s for another story…

Ishma, of full name Tanishmaël, a dad-aged bosmer hermit who would have stayed alone in his remote woods if he hadn’t met a young and lost Jahrann, after rescuing her from a bandit raid. He’s a nasty little man who loves to party and hunt, agrees with Jahrann that hoarding the crowd’s attention rules, would make dick jokes every two minutes if he wasn’t mute. He is covered in tattoos, most of them that he made himself, almost all but one of a great bird of prey with spread wings on his back - he sometimes dissapears into the wilderness on moonlit nights to return covered in scars and blood, he never speaks about it, nor about the tribe he was born in and had to leave

Elaahni, Jahrann’s mother, northern elsweyri dancer of great beauty. She embodies the pride and fierceness of northern khajiit tribes, but so gracious! She knows all about the starts and the gods. She holds a million secrets. Other call is gossip but she knows best how to use them.

Qa'Husar, Jahrann’s father, a gigantic soft khajiit man with a booming laugh, gave Jahrann his zest for life and energy. He loves his family deeply and will gush about them for hours. Dockworker, then owner of a trading post in the borders of the Topal Bay, where he lives with him family

Zan'sien, Jahrann’s older bro. Monk of Mara, loves martial arts, good heart but doesn’t talk much. As fierce as the northerners. He protects the caravn of Elaahni’s sister and I shall stop the family tree here it could go on for ages

Do'Mladkam : former slave born in a Dres plantation in Black Marsh. Alfiq-raht gifted with the art of speech, which he hides. He is extremely strong and used to work as pit fighter to earn a living. He then left the province with his little brother to go live in Senchal, were he takes the lead of one of the cities’ biggest gangs. Cunning, ruthless, his goal is to find and murder the man that owned his mother - and everyone who tries to stop him doing so. The only oc i have on the “evil” side of the alignment chart. (note : his name comes from the dunmeri Molad Kham, “fighting [fang], his old nickname. nobody knows his birth name)

S'regey (from ta'agra zregey, "burnt”) : Do'Mladkam’s younger brother. Ohmes, tall, mistaken for an Altmer by most. He was raised by his brother only, who taught him how to read and write, later on teaching him magic. After being caught stealing books, he was punished by the dunmer and had half of his face burnt as punishement - thus his name. A destruction mage expert, excellent liar, acts as right hand to his brother. Not quite evil. His brother’s plans will fail and kill him, and S'regey will run away to Hammerfell with his companion.

Rezad , my canon vestige! Khajiit poet and dockworker, killed during the ritual. A peace loving, airheaded stereotype of the tumblr artsy gay. He wishes for the war to stop. When it’ll be over, he’ll start a shop and sell instruments he’ll craft. Rezad wants to be a woodworker and hope music will repair broken souls. And one day, he will sail to another continent on a ship with golden sails. Rezad loves the sea, sings to her, and never wants to leave the sound of her waves

Rakkan, my canon Nerevarine : you see garfield? Well he is now a wooping three meters tall and extremely angry and spitefull. Gigantic tiger man. Old grouch. Was arrested for resisting arrest for petty crimes, but it turned out the angry thug may have made a hole in the wall using imperial soldiers and thats mean he’s better in a rock hole with metal bars i guess…….. has terrible impulse control. After getting plucked out of his cell for a bullshit elf prophecy in a bullshit elf land, he decides to flip off God and proceeds to do a terrible job as incarnate just to spite Azura (because he can). But things happen, Nerevar’s memories take over him and he has to kill Dagoth Ur, only being he recon considered him a friend - then takes down the Almsivi for treason and fucks off to Akavir. Not evil. Just had a shit life with a short temper.

Nad, canon dovahkiin (* not a tes oc actually ill come back to that later) : big orc gal with a sweet heart, herbalist, loves children and animals, genuinely wants to help saving the world, she’s buff green and a bit naive, not the brightest but so soft and good did I tell u i love her,;,;,,,,,,, Former Telvanni slave, used for experiments, she broke out and now she’s strong and beastlike. She will end up finding a beautiful nord wife and adopting many kids and dogs in a small house by a waterfall and be happy

NON TES OCS are they even any

(*) Nadalia, the Original Nad™! From the universe of an obscure manga called Tegami Bachi. Former scientific experiment gone wrong, rogue monster lady that walks from town to town to find small jobs to earn a living. I won’t tell more because it’s linkd to the series lore that takes hours to explain

Anhzi : little grandma butch lesbian, hunter from a hunter’s tribe. Of a few words, strong and wise, a Mom if I ever saw one. She’s always on an epic quest. Uses a giant spear. Lawfully lawful good. Loves her wife Tilao with all her heart.

C.K. : another lesbian mom but this time its like those lesbian country farmers from that meme a few months ago. Instead of rural USA, she drives her (primitive!) sky bkue jeep in forests of giant trees that took over human civilization. She’s always joking and would spend her life mimicking indiana jones, if indiana jones movies had survived in the distant future she lives in. Excellent pilot, here for the laugh, loves the thrill of the risk. My first novel character! I wqs 10 :D

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