#(under Readmore for length)

[fundedbydarpa]

real asf Gödel's loophole hours frfr 💯💯

A litigant cannot simply defy a court order because they think it is wrong. Under normal circumstances, a party that defies a court order can be held in contempt of court and be subject to fines, imprisonment, or other sanctions. But it’s far from clear whether such a contempt order could be enforced if Trump is determined to give the middle finger to the judiciary. As Alexander Hamilton wrote in the Federalist Papers, the courts “may truly be said to have neither FORCE nor WILL, but merely judgment; and must ultimately depend upon the aid of the executive arm even for the efficacy of its judgments.” Federal court orders, including contempt of court orders, are enforced by the US Marshals Service, a law enforcement agency housed in the Executive Branch of government. So Trump could potentially order the Marshals to not enforce any court order against his administration. If that happens, there are few legal mechanisms remaining to make Trump obey the law. The obvious remedy for a president who commits serious legal violations and refuses to comply with court orders against him is impeachment. But, even if a Republican US House would agree to impeach Trump — a highly unlikely proposition — it takes 67 votes in the Senate to remove a president. And the Senate couldn’t even find 67 votes to declare Trump ineligible for the presidency after he incited a mob to attack the US Capitol in 2020. For now, at least, [...] it remains to be seen whether the Trump administration can plausibly argue that its behavior is legal. If it turns out that the administration is determined to violate court orders it does not like, however, then it is likely that the legal system has run out of tools to check Donald Trump.

Vox on March 17, 2025

[a-hell-of-a-time-archive]

New OC: Yukitaka

Note: This OC will be by request only, and I'll only be rp'ing as him with interested parties. He, like Caim will not be forced upon other rp'ers, and nor does anyone who interacts with Andrealphus need to interact/accept Yuki.

Honestly this is a self indulgent fankid that I want to test out.

Name: Yukitaka (meaning Noble Snow)

Nicknames: Yuki, hellspawn,

Parents: Andrealphus (father), Caim (mother), Yui (mother)

Age: Infant - toddler (main verse); 15 going on 16 (I Got Teleported To the Past to Fulfill My Destiny in Hell)

The following is for the I Got Teleported To the Past to Fulfill My Destiny in Hell verse

Orientation: Gay

Likes: fighting, swordsmanship, hanging out with his friends, festivals, soccer, parkour, snowboarding, Chikao (his boyfriend, a nekomata), the cold

Dislikes: Ryuu (rival, dragon youkai), goetian politics, the heat,

Occupation: Precautionary heir (illegitimate), next great marquis

Personality: (Note: This is a heavy WIP since he's a new OC that's still being fleshed out)

Loud, brash, brazen (a quick tongue that has gotten him into plenty of trouble) and confident to the point of arrogance are just some of the adjectives used to describe Yuki. He is not afraid to call things as he sees it, nor afraid to speak up for himself should the situation warrant it. He is equal parts of both parents when it comes to his attitude and fearlessness, caring little for the intricacies of goetian decorum in favour of pursuing his own interests.

He can be rash at times, especially when faced with something that catches his interests. He is known for getting swept up easily in his emotions and the adrenaline rush of a good fight, or the height of a soccer game, or when participating in sports that Caim has considered reckless and which threaten to put her in an early grave.

When it comes to his combat skills, Yuki is quite proud and fearless; he won't hesitate to challenge opponents stronger than him, and will meet any challenge head on. This has led to him often rushing in, sometimes without thinking, and ending up with more than his fair share of injuries.

Despite this, Yuki is highly intelligent, a good strategist and has a good heart that looks out for the people he cares for the most, such as his friends and family. He isn't one for injustice and if someone has wronged him or his loved ones, he won't hesitate to make things right or settle the score.

Tl;dr: This kid is a cocky little shit who is too smart for his own good and runs his mouth like nothing else. He's also the kid that will help you in a pinch while also threatening to fight any enemies of yours. Or anyone in general if they're strong enough. He may/may not value his own safety and is a bit too reckless.

He means well though.

History: Born to the Great Marquis, Andrealphus, and the former Great President of Hell, Caim, Yukitaka is a goetian with the blood of his tengu (youkai) ancestors running through his veins. His birth was shrouded in secrecy, and he spends most of his days living with his mothers just outside of Tokyo. He attends one of the local high schools and is the top student, as well as one of the stars of his school's soccer team.

Approaching his 16th birthday, Yuki awakened his cryokinetic powers, prompting Caim to reveal his goetian heritage. She also explained how, once he turns eighteen, Yuki will have to choose between following in his father's footsteps, or remaining in the human world.

To prepare for this future decision, Yuki started splitting his time between his father's mansion in Hell, and his family home in the human world. While at his father's he trains to master the demonic abilities inherited from his father, along with the ins and outs of goetian politics, all the while remaining hidden from the Ars Goetia at large. While in the human world, Yuki continues with his studies in the hopes of graduating high school with his friends.

Should he make the decision to follow in his father's footsteps, he would be initiated into the Ars Goetia, and his identity revealed to the nobility at large. Should he stay in the human world, he would have to continue living among humans and taking on mundane jobs all the while hiding his identity and abilities.

More TBA.

Powers/Abilities:

Cryokinesis: Can manipulate ice and snow for a wide variety of uses (offence - weapons; defence - shields; weather manipulation (can cause blizzards, drop the temperature to sub zero, etc.)

Extreme Speed: Can move as fast as any tengu, appearing as a blur to the untrained eye.

Swordsmanship

High endurance

Weapon of choice: Katana

Verses:

Normal Verse: Yuki is born and Andrealphus struggles to be a dad while hiding the child's existence from Paimon. Shenanigans ensue.

I Got Teleported To the Past to Fulfill My Destiny in Hell: Gusion (keeperofanswers) showed Andrealphus many books, each covering alternative lives based on choices made, and not. One of the books was triggered by magic, and Yuki manifested from its pages as if it were a portal. He is now living with his father in Hell while trying to figure out a way to get back to his own time.

[rat-on-string]

My Voice Betrays Me- 4 page comic about being nonbinary.

[starsallalight]

@multiversalshenanigans : Belle & Graham

The storm had built in intensity over the last several hours, and it was with immeasurable relief that Belle approached the light flickering in the distance. A tavern, she realized upon reaching the door. True, she had no coins to offer the innkeeper, the last bit of what she had being stolen while she wandered through some random town a week or so back.

When she made the decision to run in the dead of night, to leave everything behind, she knew that her life would change. That it would no longer be what she was used to. The struggle would be more abundant. But it was better than what surely would have been her fate had she stayed. Still... Belle hadn't not found much to eat in this part of the forest. She felt ready to drop. Between her hunger and the weather, she'd not likely survive the night if she couldn't find shelter. But she what other choice did she have? She'd never know if she never asked.

Stepping inside, Belle looked around and made her way up to the bar. Lowering the hood of her torn and tattered cloak, she brushed the drenched and dirty hairs out of her eyes and tossed the braid over her shoulder. Offering a smile to the innkeeper. "Hello. I was wondering if you might exchange a bit of food and a room for some work?"

"We don't take in charity cases." The man spat coldly. "Be gone with you."

"Charity?" Belle gasped, affronted. "Last time I checked, trading labor, the same as one would money, is hardly charity. You exchange your labor to get paid, and I offer mine in the same vein. I don't ask for money. I don't ask for anything for free! I'll cook. I'll clean. Just a bowl of stew and a bed is all I ask!"

"I said be gone, wench!"

"Please, the storm... I... I have nowhere to go. I'll die without shelter!"

"You keep up that begging, and you'll die sooner! Now you can leave on your own two feet, or I'll throw you out."

Defiance flashing in her eyes, and a snarl tugging at her lips, Belle lifted her hood and trudged back toward the door; making sure to slam it as hard as she could behind her.

Pulling the cloak in closer, she lingered for a moment, trying to decide on a place to go. Well, it looked like it was looking around to find another barn or stable to pass the night in...

[luvrodite]

tw discourse

When I and many other writers/blogs on this app say that we don't want minors on our blog, it is for a reason. For me, it's because I regularly interact with content that is made by adults for adults, and I think it should be common sense to respect that boundary.

There are so many things I could say about how when we produce/reblog these posts it's with a basic understanding of sex and consent and relationship dynamics, but also, I just do not want minors in this space period.

The things I post on here often go untagged and that is the reason why this blog is an 18+ blog, as opposed to allowing minors to follow and interact with this blog on the condition they block a specific 18+ tag. It makes me (and probably a lot of other creators) feel incredibly disgusted and uncomfortable to think that not only has a minor read my 18+ content – all of which explicitly is marked as not being for their eyes – but has gone on to consistently interact with my blog under the guise of being an adult.

Disregarding the fact that you shouldn't be reading it, what about our boundaries? I often see the argument of being mature enough to handle topics that are marked for adults, but this sort of behaviour is completely antithetical to that. I as a sane, rational adult do not ever want to be discussing the topics I do on this blog with someone else's child, no matter how close to their 18th birthday they might be. (If you are that close, you can wait. It isn't that serious. You will not die if you don’t get to read the smut, I promise.)

Completely bypassing someone else's boundaries and potentially putting them at risk because of your behaviour doesn't scream mature or adult to me. As an older sister, the idea of finding out that my younger siblings had interacted with people much older than them in this capacity is horrifying, and the idea of being a parent in that situation is so much worse. There is absolutely no reason for you as a minor to be coming into the inboxes of adult blogs and interacting with them in an adult capacity when it’s clear you don’t have adult decision making skills or reasoning.

I don't know. This makes me feel so disgusted. This is an 18+ blog for a reason.

[aintgonnatakethis]

Hi Ian!

Thank you for the wip tag, I might gonna skip this time since it didn't change from the last one few days ago (I'm a slooooooooooooooooooooow writer 😁)

By the way, I'm curious about your :

Other SGU : Your Own Worst Enemy,

if you feel like sharing 🙏

Thanks for the ask @gioiaalbanoart! 😄

Content warning for Your Own Worst Enemy Answer: non-explicit discussion of sexual assault First excerpt: I would describe as non-explicit just-prior-to-the-event, but be safe Second excerpt: memories of child abuse Third excerpt: verbal and psychological abuse between partners but nothing sexual

I started writing this massive thing in 2022 and haven't posted any of it yet because I think I need to finish it completely first, due to the sensitive nature of the subject material. It's also quite heavy work to write as it's so serious and delves as deeply as I can into the trauma of Rush, Young, Telford, and Destiny all suffering from some form of sexual assault, varied in method, severity, reaction, and aftermath. So I have to be a very specific headspace to be able to work on it, which I haven't since *checks* a year ago!

It's also the first story I started writing with the aim of posting to AO3 (there was the 450k extravaganza I wrote while lockdown was ongoing to keep myself sane - with there being 2 vulnerable people in my house it was quite a bit longer than the official lockdown - but I never intend on posting that because the start requires a full rewrite due to me being off the pace quality-wise after years out. There are also a lot of other people's ideas in there. Basically I wrote it just for myself and have been rereading it recently and picking bits out that I think I can work into the current stuff I'm writing). Tangent over 😂

The starting premise of Your Own Worst Enemy is one I've seen used a few times: foraging on a planet, Young gets dosed, attacks Rush. I wanted to take that in different directions than I'd previously seen written, and focus heavily on the 'sometimes you never recover' angle. So I highly doubt it'll have a happy ending, but there's so much focus in media and fandom on recovery being something everyone always "succeeds" at and I'm just like… It can be messy, one-step-forwards-two-steps-back, angry, destructive, dangerous… Basically I want all four of them to be the most IMperfect victims they could possibly be.

First excerpt is from right at the beginning. I have Telford-being-the-hero disease. (Read: so does he, he desperately wants to be the Big Hero, even if he'd scoff if someone said it out loud.)

There's a flicker of movement from the stairs, the shadow coalescing into a human shape. Rush's heart leaps in his chest. No one on the ship likes him but surely they won't walk away from Young raping him, no matter how much blind loyalty the man somehow inspires. When the man's face finally comes into the light it's Telford, his eyebrows raised high in surprise but a light smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. Rush heart sinks. The sound of a zipper comes from behind him and Telford's eyes follow the movement, not even sparing Rush a glance. He probably thinks this is what Rush deserves, what he's got coming for all the shit he makes Young put up with. He chokes back bile as Telford turns away to make his way back up the stairs. "Help me!" Now Telford looks at him for the first time, pausing with one foot on the stairs. He looks unsure, his forehead creasing as his eyes dart back and forth between Rush and Young. Please, Rush thinks, for the love of god please. "Hey, Everett," Telford says casually, his foot coming back down off the step. Thank you. Thank you.

Second excerpt is quite a ways in and won't make a bit of sense out of context, but it's one of the bits I'm most proud of. 😊

Something is wrong. He can feel it, a creeping horrifying sensation beneath his skin, as if his veins are being slowly plucked like violin strings. Spaghetti-like tubes slither into him, dragging and clogging and taking up space that should be empty. He feels his heart stutter as if from very far away. "It's important," a voice whispers to him. There is grief wrapped hard around the words, a loneliness that slips into the edges of his consciousness and sinks its claws in deep. It is too hot and he is a child shivering beneath his blankets, terrified. There is nowhere to go, he knows. He is going to die here. "Doctor Rush?" Don't move. Don't make noise. Maybe they'll forget he's here. Maybe it will go differently this time; the black mould on the ceiling and the inlaid bricks and the metal grates and the sand hot in his mouth. He is an adult and yet he is also twelve sitting in a car unable to escape as his mother tells him she wants to kill herself. He thinks a part of him will always be in that car, knowing he has no control, that he will be powerless and weak and dependant forever. He wants freedom. He wants to do something about it. If she wants it so damn badly, his mind whispers, then give it to her. He would be better off. He would be free. "There's so much work to be done. I know you understand." He does understand. No one else does. They can't. They don't have the framework. He's built for this, it is his purpose. "I don't want to be alone, Nicholas." He stares at a chalkboard and doesn't move. The phone rings and he doesn't move. A man appears in his house and he doesn't move. The man sits next to him and says, "You'll feel this way for the rest of your life. But I think that's okay." Rush doesn't agree. He's held stationary and he's cold and he can't breathe. There are too many dangers lurking in the dark, too many possibilities of pain, too few ways to extricate himself. His fists hurt from trying to beat his way out. There's blood on his hands and his brain sparks with pain. They stare at him and he asks for help and they don't react. There are hands on him, poking and prodding and pinching. Terror, in the bruises on his face and his hips and his chest, over his heart and inside deep where no one is meant to see. It would be so easy to do it again. They could leave him behind. They could show him who's actually in charge. There'd be no repercussions for them. No one cares enough to put themselves in the firing line for him. "It's important," she says. She doesn't want to be alone again, drifting in the dark depths of space. He understands. He doesn't want to be alone either. He inhales water and he inhales air and he inhales vacuum.

Third excerpt. I'd paste it here but I think this answer is already long enough 💀 This is why I'm so slow answering asks for this game fwiw. I need to ramble and infodump or I'll die.

WIP Name Game

[ofglories]

REFLECT - althur :)

|| Send Reflect for a traumatic event in my muse's life ; accepting!

The valley had once been a place of peace.

Long ago there had been a river that ran through it, though time and human hands had eventually changed its course across the land. In its place it left behind fertile soil, drawing in farmers from across the land to take advantage of the perfect conditions for their crops and livestock. The verdant fields and orchards, dotted with herds of cattle and flocks of sheep had been the pride of his kingdom.

A place more beautiful than any to be found in the other parts of Britain.

Not even Rheged had been able to boast such a place.

But now...

The green fields were trampled into the mud, watered with rain and blood. What remained of the orchards would never return to the acres they had once spanned, a practical forest of fruit trees now lost to war. A small relief had been the farmers taking their herds and families to safety before either army had arrived, given forewarning by messengers both on foot and by air. But it didn't make the sight of the torched remnants of the houses, barns, and villages any easier to stomach. Something he'd quietly confided in Bedivere earlier before the day's battle had truly begun.

Arthur sidestepped, dodging a blow aimed for his side.

Armor or no, it wouldn't do to be careless when battling Romans. That was something he had learned from experience. Dodge, swing, block, parry, thrust. It almost felt like a dance, were it not for the way his lungs and shoulders ached. The strain of this battle that had gone now for several days all over a valley that the Romans had already rendered a waste. There was no strategic importance to it. No major roads went through the farmlands and to even reach it one would have to take several detours to get to it.

It was just something to crush to draw Arthur out.

This was something he knew already.

Still the battle raged on, even as Arthur pressed through the enemy ranks. He'd lost sight of Kay and Bedivere somewhere in the mess, the two promising to be careful.

And then...

"Kay! No!"

The sound of Bedivere's cry cut Arthur to the core. The icy spike of dread he'd been feeling all day becoming akin to a blade in his heart. There was no time. He snarled at the soldiers blocking his path, magic channeling through him into Excalibur. A blast of wind, enhanced by the holy sword's own natural magic, carved a way through by force, flinging enemy soldiers to either side.

Another shout from Bedivere was all he could hear over his heart pounding in his ears, the pain evident in the pitch.

What awaited him was the thing of nightmares.

'No no nonono please please don't let this be true,' he begged in his mind, eyes wide with horror at the sight of his older brother slumped on the ground, blood staining the front of his armor and the grass beneath him. Kay was still, far too still. Arthur knew with only a glance that it was too late.

Something was cracking inside of him.

Choking back tears, he turned, casting his eyes around for- there!

"Bedi!!" Arthur screamed, sprinting to the site where his best oldest, dearest, most beloved, friend lay on the grass. The tall, redhaired man standing over him didn't even register in the king's mind as he dropped to his knees, hauling the older man into his arms.

There was no denying that the wound Bedivere had sustained was mortal.

With a strangled sob he cupped the other man's face, blinking away tears to properly meet those emerald eyes he adored so much. Hazy with pain and bloodloss as they were, Bedivere still forced a smile even as tears stained his own face. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair. Arthur was supposed to keep him safe, to keep both of them safe. He shouldn't have allowed either Kay or Bedi to join him on the battlefield, he decided.

"I-I'm sorry, Arthur... I-I didn't..." Bedi mumbled, blood spilling over his chin as he gasped.

It was a nightmare.

One Arthur desperately wished he could wake from.

"Don't apologize, you're going to be fine!" A lie. A desperate, pleading lie to any god that would listen to make it come true. For the horrific gaping wound in the other man's chest to miraculously heal before his eyes.

The cracks were getting worse, almost audible like ice shattering beneath a boot as the owner of his heart struggled to keep breathing.

"I thought...th-there would be more time f-for us," the whispered confession made Arthur's heart break, the tears falling freely now as Bedi forced himself to speak his last words. "A-Arthur, I... I..."

It wasn't enough.

"...Bedi...?"

Bedivere was gone.

Kay was gone.

Arthur felt the edges of his vision going dark, Lucius Tiberius was saying something. But his enemy's voice sounded muted, like trying to listen underwater. His breathing grew strained, hands shaking as he gripped Bedivere's body tightly against his chest.

Something had broken and there was only anger and hate and despair.

Slowly he laid his beloved down, gripping Excalibur in his hand as he stood. The ever-present glow around the blade shifted, though he took little notice of it. All he cared about was destroying the person who had ripped away two of the people most important to his life. His brother who had always been there. And his dearest friend who he had loved his entire life. Arthur raised his head, baring his teeth at Lucius Tiberius.

He would kill him. Destroy him so nothing remained. Wipe his presence off the world like the stain he was.

He didn't know then that that was the moment he became more dragon than human.

[imaginarianisms]

“   Even in the darkest night, if you strike a match, the shadows will flee. This is a law of nature; the darkness yields to the light, no matter how small the flame. ”- Shaera to Dany

Daenerys looks at the Lady Velaryon from behind her shoulder as she turns to face her, with the green dragon Rhaegal snorting smoke and staring directly at Shaera. The Queen of Meereen slowly nods in agreement shuddering as she recalls the House of the Undying in Qarth, the way shadows grasped and clawed at her. It was only through Drogon that she was able to escape that place alive, leaving it a ruin. Clad in the colors of House Targaryen and a crown of amethyst and three dragons upon her silver gold hair with bells interlaced with them, Dany sits on her pillows. It was an exhausting law of nature, truth be told. Soon, House Targaryen was leaving Meereen and Dragon's Bay behind to begin her conquest of Essos... then Westeros.

After the rest of the slavers were crushed by Ser Barristan Selmy, the Unsullied and her supporters while she was away in the Dothraki Sea, the siege had been lifted momentarily but only enough for them to buy some time with the slavers' remaining soldiers establishing themselves further down the Ghiscari coastal roads. Victarion Greyjoy's Iron Fleet and the magic of the red priests of Rh'llor utterly crushed the Volantene fleet capturing hundreds of ships in the process and Tolos quickly being defeated by Victarion and the Meereenese fleet in Yaros and the Battle of Fire took longer than expected, that is, until Daenerys rode forth to Meereen with all the might of her now united khalasar, sworn to her under Vaes Dothrak. The arrival of the dragon queen and her horselords in such sheer numbers sent many of the slavers' armies into a frenzied panic, with many sellsword companies either deserting or turning their cloaks for her and the masters were forced to return to their walls. The Dothraki considered such a thing a sign of cowardice and they had been proven right.

She had just returned from making quick work of razing Yunkai to the ground and burning Astapor for their insolence leaving Ghiscar and the Skahazadhan open again. Elyria surrendered willingly by sending tribute; Tolos resisted and sent a pitiful excuse of an army up the demon road to blockade the Painted Mountains only to be taken quickly by storm by Victarion and the combined Meereenese fleet and later Yaros while the army was away. Qarth had been a short, bloodless siege for the city of merchants were meek, especially when she flew over the three walls of Qarth on Drogon. She had rejected all peace proposals to execute those who betrayed her including the Pureborn, and the Ancient Guild of Spicers, both of whom wished for her death, and Xaro Xhoan Daxos for the Qartheen had scorned her most when they betrayed her. Xaro, the thief so sick with greed, had told her that the Qartheen loved the clink of gold most of all so after she had her bloodriders drag him out of his palace she gave him all the gold he could ask for by pouring molten gold into his eyes, ears and mouth just as Khal Drogo gave her brother Viserys so many years ago, his face seared inward and spilling at her feet. She would have their complete submission and nothing else. She decreed that the Tourmaline Brotherhood give portions of their wealth to the common people, that all the thrones made of great woods, gold, amber, onyx, lapis and jade be destroyed so that the gemstones and woods be used for her supplies, trade routes and house the poor and seven of the Thirteen must be chosen by freedmen henceforth forevermore and left with several chests of riches, precious jewels and spices, treasure ships, eight hundred ships from the Tourmaline Brotherhood, all thirteen hundred ships from the Ancient Guild of Spicers that she'd taken after executing every single member in the guild, a thousand ships from the Thirteen and camelry, all the things that the Qartheen once denied her she took it herself. New Ghis surrendered shortly afterward and sent an elephant cavalry as tribute; it was wise to do so after all they'd heard. Qarth and her colonies Qarkash, Port Yhos and the island of Qal followed suit. The Jade Gates were hers. Daenerys then used a glass candle to gaze upon Asshai beneath the Shadow and touched the dragonhorn Dragonbinder gifted to her by Victarion Greyjoy after he had told her the dangers of King Euron I Greyjoy, how he'd traveled to Valyria, taken Valyrian armor and glories and riches beyond imagining and his intentions for the kraken to marry the dragon much to her horror, and read books on dragonlore and sorcery given to her by Marwyn the Mage of the Citadel. With every passing day, Daenerys Targaryen felt more like a dragonlord sorceress.

Now she has finally returned to Meereen to consolidate her forces and has destroyed the Sons of the Harpy once and for all and executing her royal husband Hizdahr zo Loraq for conspiracy and treason, sending ravens to every daughter of Valyria save Braavos, proclaiming herself as the successor to the Freehold, and all must submit or be brought fire and blood. She would leave Meereen to bring her enemies to heel. She would fight so that no child would ever know what it meant to be bought or sold, and she had every intention of continuing that fight here and beyond. She intended to marry off the sisters, daughters and cousins of previous khals still fiercely loyal to Khal Drogo's cause to her vassals so they could rule those cities in their husbands' names then have them killed in the frontlines of war, reward those loyal to her and place them in high positions in her armies and households, highborn or lowborn, and forbade the selling of slaves, theft, fighting among the Dothraki, hunting of animals during the breeding season, and exempted the poor and the clergy from taxation.

Daenerys' next destination was westward henceforth to Mantarys then Volantis where she intended to throw the masters she'd spared into moats by catapults before crushing them with siege weapons, use her elephantry to charge her enemies, break their ranks instilling fear and terror in them, fly over the Black Walls and set the Old City aflame and let the slaves revolt against their masters like the red priests preached. Most of the work would be done for her, really. Volantis likely didn't require much of a siege or a battle at all, it was simply set up for failure. High Priest Benerro had made certain of that, the red priest Moqorro had reported, with the way thousands of slaves and freedmen gathered in the temple plaza every night to listen to him scream of bleeding stars, a sword of fire that will cleanse the world, that Daenerys Stormborn was the one who was promised, from the fire of Khal Drogo's pyre she was reborn to remake the world, breaking the chains and liberating the slaves, crucifying the masters for their sins and her dragons were firemade flesh. With the Volantene fleet destroyed in Meereen, they would be unable to defeat her armada at sea and lost any advantage they had, the most prominent sellsword companies were either in Westeros as the Golden Company were currently fighting in Westeros for Aegon VI Targaryen, changed their cloaks to Daenerys or destroyed in Meereen, and the majority of the tiger cloaks followed the Lord of Light Rh'llor, and not to mention the popular support she already had amongst the followers of the red god. The siege would be short. Who knows, perhaps the grand revolution would already begin before she even arrived. The true doom of Volantis was its slaves, for it had more slaves than anywhere else in the known world outside of the recently liberated Slaver's Bay, and with the Masters utterly destroyed, Volantis was now the last major practitioner of slavery from the Bones Mountains to the Sunset Sea. Most of the slaves would know this. The rest would be left unsaid. Volantis and all her holdings along the Rhoyne would fall to Daenerys, with many of the city's elites slain.

After Volantis falls, she would reach a zenith, for there would be no one left on the continent of Essos to put up significant resistance to her after she brought the entire coalition of slavers and the most powerful of the Free Cities to heel. With the common people behind her, a few Westerosi knights, several sellsword companies, the Unsullied, a united Dothraki horde at her back, an elephantry, a camelry, large siege weapons taken from Dragon's Bay and some bought from Yi Ti, her armada, and three massive firebreathing dragons, no one in Essos could stop her. With Volantis and her holdings upon the Rhoyne defeated, she would claim the Rhoyne and sail up the river to capture the northern Free Cities of Qohor and Norvos after the others—the Quarreling Daughters Lys, Myr and Tyrosh—would wisely submit, end slavery and welcome her as House Hightower of Oldtown once welcomed Aegon the Conqueror.

Perhaps there was some level of merit to being raised in the Free Cities with Viserys. Dany had loved seeing the ships that came in and out of Braavos as a child so when she asked a sailor from the Summer Isles if she could have a ride on one, the man kindly agreed, and it was one of the most lovely experiences in her life but when she came back to port, Viserys was furious and she'd woken the dragon as he pulled on her hair, screaming that that man could have been one of Robert Baratheon's assassins and he'd kept a closer eye on her ever since, and she'd been grounded in the Sealord's palace for a month. The girl didn't necessarily mind, however, because she could play with the animals in the Sealord's menagerie. She remembered begging Viserys to attend the Festival of the Unmasking and he accepted once they'd received Ser Willem Darry's permission. Dany had worn a dragon mask of crimson and ebony fabric and purple silks that night while she had fun amongst the common people. That was one of the rare times that she enjoyed her girlhood. She'd loved to sit under the cherry blossom trees in Illyrio's manse in Pentos, where it was said that he'd gotten them from the fabled lands of Yi Ti. Dany recalled absolutely adoring the painted glass artisanry, the Myrish lace dresses but most importantly how she desperately wanted to attend academy to learn more about the world, but Viserys thought it would be too great a risk, but in subtle rebellion, she would sit closely nearby when a class was taken outside and listen very carefully. She remembered Viserys having them dye their hair with Tyroshi dyes in multiple different colors in shades of blue, red, green, indigo and even purple to always be one step ahead of Robert Baratheon's assassins. It'd taken his pride but it was better than having their throats slit; she'd wondered if the Tyroshi would make an intricate set of armor for him one day. She barely remembered Lorath and Norvos save for the freezing temperature, mazes created by the mazemakers and the three beautiful bells. Dany recalled having watched a ritual sacrifice to the Black Goat in Qohor in horror and fascination. She used to play in the Rhoyne in on one very long and hot summer day with other children while remembering being absolutely in awe with the Long Bridge and the Black Walls of Volantis while they were under the protection of a noble Volantene family known as the Qoheros, who were heavily involved with the gold and spice trade in the Far East and having three separate manses, one within the Black Walls, one in the city of Volon Therys and the last in the city of Valysar. She remembered playing on the beaches in Lys, running for hours along the sand under the palm trees and into the clear blue waters, and on the rare occasion, she'd managed to get Viserys to make castles of sand where they'd make their ancestral homelands in the sand and to come play with her in the water as she laughed when he'd carry her on his shoulders pretending she was the Queens Rhaenys or Visenya on dragonback; it had been one of their only fleeting happiest moments.

Using her knowledge of the cities and the magisters, archons, and merchant princes who once welcomed the last Targaryens in their homes (only for them to shut them out the longer Robert Baratheon the Usurper reigned) to her advantage, she intended on splitting her forces into two to strike northern and southern Essos at once before the rest of the smaller slaver cities formed another alliance against her. While Daenerys and her main host took Volantis, the Dothraki horde would ideally take both Qohor and Norvos. Daenerys had need for the beautiful colorful armor for her Westerosi knights and sellswords said to be superior to the armor made in Westeros and unrivalled Valyrian steel forges of the Qohorik, for they were the only ones in the world to this day who still possessed the knowledge on how to rework Valyrian steel. Archibald Yronwood had told her that the late Quentyn Martell's mother was Mellario of Norvos and she'd intended on sending Gerris Drinkwater home to Dorne with Quentyn Martell's bones while Archibald Yronwood stayed behind with her to give the Norvoshi noblewoman the news of her son's death intent on winning her and her ex husband Prince Doran Martell of Dorne's allegiances after explaining everything that had happened with Yronwood as her personal witness. Lorath did not practice slavery so she had no need to march further north, the Lorathi along with Saath the last city of the Sarnori people would submit to her rule without any complaints nor objections; she'd intended to use the famed scythed chariots pulled by teams of bloodred horses and driven by both men and women of Sarnor for it was custom for men and women to make war together; the kingdoms of Sarnor and the Valyrian Freehold were once allies, perhaps a renewal would be beneficial. Pentos had no army. It would offer no contest, though she had every intention of paying Magister Illyrio Mopatis a visit after the words that Tyrion Lannister had told her about his treachery. She would give Pentos to the Tattered Prince and ideally Tyrosh to Daario Naharis. The Three Quarreling Daughters would likely have little if any sellsword forces left to defend them and if she played her cards right, she would make the Lyseni family of Rogare powerful both in Lys and in Westeros as they had been centuries ago in the Lyseni Spring after the Dance of the Dragons, for her ancestor was no other than Larra Rogare. It was wise to have more than one financial center for a country as the Rogare Bank and Iron Bank were long ago, too. King's Landing prospered due to the Rogare Bank and increased trade with the Free Cities of Braavos, Lys, Myr, Pentos, and Tyrosh, and other cities and towns of the Seven Kingdoms greatly benefited as well, including Duskendale, Gulltown, Hull, Lannisport, Maidenpool, Oldtown, and White Harbor, and with the financial debt caused by the Baratheon Dynasty, it would be wise to bring more trade back to Westeros. After her conquest of Westeros was over, she had every intention of making trade in Westeros flourish once more. Perhaps she would begin her network of spies in Lys with the help of Daella Velaryon. Myrish lenses would be critical for her armies and scouts, too. Braavos was her final destination in Essos. House Targaryen owed a great deal of gratitude for the Braavosi, particularly the ailing Sealord of Braavos, and she'd have need of the Iron Bank; perhaps she could hire a faceless man or two. She had no intentions of using her armies nor her dragons on Braavos. Most of all, though, Daenerys Targaryen wanted to see her childhood home, that house with the red door and the lemon tree one last time before sailing for Westeros.

She'd already had plans for Victarion, the Iron Fleet and her armada to sail around Valyria while having already sent one of her bloodriders Aggo with a large section of her khalasar to threaten Qohor in the north while her main host of sellswords, her legions of Unsullied and freedmen, her two other bloodriders Jhogo and Rakharo and the vast majority of her khalasar and her dragons crossed the demon road she'd intended on renaming to the dragon road by right of conquest. With Yunkai and Qarth defeated, Daenerys intended to march across the dragonroad to defeat the last of the slavers' coalition. The Mantaryan army would be crushed and the city would fall soon after; she would punish the leaders of Mantarys for executing her envoys, leaving Volantis open. The Dosh Khaleen already called her The Stallion That Mounts The World whom her son Rhaego would have been before the Mother of Mountains and the Womb of the World after slaying her rivals Khal Jhaqo and Khal Moro with dragonfire avenging Eroeh and showing the Dothraki that she indeed was the Unburnt and uniting those who gathered in the Khalar Vezhven all into one khalasar.

She would never abandon her quest to end slavery in favor of the Seven Kingdoms, the slavers' vile retribution had done nothing but harden her resolve and Daenerys realized upon the Dothraki Sea that slavery must be ended everywhere root and stem before sailing for Westeros. Upon the Dothraki Sea, she knew that she was above all else a dragon, not meant to rule Dragon's Bay nor Westeros, but all of it, she was Valyrian and of the blood of Old Valyria and as such she would claim all of the realms of the old Valyrian Freehold and then Westeros like her ancestors Aegon, Rhaenys and Visenya Targaryen the Conquerors. This time, however, it was for a much nobler cause.

Daenerys was finally ready to leave Meereen and Dragon's Bay behind with a set of instructions for Skahaz mo Kandaq the Shavepate who she'd commanded to stay behind with her trusted Meereenese officials Galazza Galare the Green Grace of Meereen and several of her Brazen Beasts in the city after sending her cupbearers home to their families and pyramids. The Ghiscari and the Qartheen were now her vassals and Volantis was next. Dany had taken both Daario Naharis whom she'd recently freed in Yunkai and Irri into her bed that night to relish in their victory.

The armor and saddles she'd commissioned Tyrion for her dragons were just about complete and she'd need to talk about breeding them with him at some point. The ships in her armada were unlike any other, built like swan ships and a combination of techniques of both the Velaryons from their Summer Islands heritage, the fastest ships in the known world and the Greyjoys from the Ironborn reavers. Incredibly quick upon the open seas, it would greatly benefit her and her armies.

Dany would miss these gardens, her persimmon tree and the view of Meereen. The Red Keep of King's Landing was her true home, however. Drogon and Viserion flew above the Great Pyramid and over the armada that had recently just been completed, the red three headed dragons on black sails accompanied by ships of the silver Velaryon seahorse on teal, great ships of red Celtigar crabs on white, ships of the Greyjoy kraken on black, ships of the golden Tyrell rose on green and ships of the red and yellow Martell sun and spear on orange making her heart swell with proud joy.

She'd invited Shaera Velaryon who'd been the closest thing she ever had to a mother and one of her fiercest supporters since the beginning to her gardens in the queens' apartments to discuss important matters before they set sail westward to Volantis.

❝I have decided that as a reward for your loyalty to House Targaryen, I will grant House Velaryon and House Celtigar access and a base of its own in the Jade Gates as your ancestor Corlys Velaryon the Sea Snake and their ancestors sailed past them centuries before to contact Yi Ti, Leng and beyond to bring eastern trade back to Westeros. Now... Lady Shaera, do you perchance recall the House of the Undying in Qarth?❞ the Khaleesi asks, hoping that the other woman did, because it left bitter memories. The Warlocks were not forgiving, yet while she was in Qarth they were no more. ❝The warlocks were trying to consume me... but in that house of dust I received many visions. One of them... I recall discussing it with Ser Jorah. My brother Rhaegar stood with the Princess Elia Martell with my nephew nursing. He said that his son Aegon was 'the prince that was promised and his is a song of ice and fire' and 'there must be one more, the dragon has three heads'...❞ Rhaegal crawls forward, neck lowering slightly, bronze eyes changing from contracted slits to dilated slits and gives a friendly chirps as a greeting, almost as if asking for pets should Shaera be bold enough as the sun's rays illuminate his scales an emerald sheen, tail lashing. Daenerys looked visibly confused, her brows furrowed. Quaithe's visitations didn't help matters either.

❝I've half a mind to bring it up to Marwyn the Mage of the Citadel but I ask you first. You once told me you served my mother the Queen Rhaella Targaryen. You knew my brother well. Did Rhaegar ever speak to you of such things when he was alive? Lord Tyrion tells me that there is a pretender waiting to take my throne in Westeros as we speak. According to him the exile Griffin Lord Jon Connington assists him and Magister Illyrio Mopatis of Pentos has manipulated and lied to me, raising this pretender in secrecy and safety while he sold me to Khal Drogo. He claims to be my nephew Aegon VI Targaryen from the grave.❞ Her voice wavered with pain and venom. She had always wanted a family for so long she would've done anything for it. Was this truly her nephew back from the grave? Rhaegal screeched, several rows of teeth peeking out from his gumline as he growled, taking to the sky to join his brothers, ❝I believe that Rhaegar was right. The dragon has three heads. Three riders for three dragons. Two husbands, perhaps. Long ago, as I'm sure you know, Queen Rhaenyra Targaryen and the Blacks called for dragonseeds, Targaryen bastards and descendants to ride other dragons to war promising knighthood, lands and wealth to anyone who would master a dragon. I intend to do the same. I may be their mother, but there has never been a rider who mounts more than one dragon; I will require control over the other two dragons if my conquest of Westeros is ever going to succeed like Aegon and his sisters have before me. Lady Shaera, whom would you suggest be capable of riding Rhaegal and Viserion? Whom would you suggest would be capable of such a task? I am the last trueborn Targaryen.❞

@velcryons || some meme idr

[eiikyuu]

vampire facts for this blog. ( these are v.k world vampires and are default vampire facts for this blog / willing change for interactions if discussed before hand. ) **may change later on / added too

can be out in sunlight but are extremely sensitive to it ( most common symptoms suffered; headaches, eye sensitive , easily sunburned , quick to overheat / heatstroke & dehydration )

can enter any places without being invited

vampires strongly follow a hierarchy; broken down into levels LEVEL A ( final boss ) LEVEL B ( vamp with little human lineage ) LEVEL C ( basic, mostly humans lineage ) LEVEL D ( human turn into vampire )

the higher level they are the longer the vampire's life span, the more human lineage they have the closer they are to have a 'normal' human span while pureblood vampires' can live for a couple of centuries.

all vampires have a high metabolism, they burn through double the energy a human does

have an eye shine ! vampires of any level will have an eye shine that is typically red, though there are cases of orange eye shine. the higher the level ( less human ) the more prominent the shine.

vampire’s have fangs 24/7, they do not retract and hide them. their top canines and premolars are fangs ; canines - bigger fangs premolars - smaller gangs

vampire’s eyes with change colour ( normal eye colour to a some shade of red ) with high adrenaline levels.

all level A vampires have supernatural abilities while only a few level B have some degree. these level B vampire can all trace their ancestry back to a level A link. ( if they have a supernatural ability their distantly related to a pure blood vampire )

vampire bodies all turn to ash at some point after death. the timing can vary from minutes to days but they do not rot!

the financial difference / classism between vampires is extreme issues that the vampire council and prominent figures continues to neglect.

[nerditudes]

what are your hidden wings?

AQUATIC WINGS

A pair of transparent, flowing aquatic wings would suit you very well! These wings are very different from others; Instead of being made from feathers, scales, or skin, they are made out of nothing but pure water. These wings provide only average flying abilities, but the cool thing about them is that they allow one to swim underwater with incredible speed and agility as well, like flying through the water. Occasionally, these wings can be made of ice as well!   Ones who have these wings have a tendency to be a little detached from the world around them. Most of the time you will find them lost in their imagination, and in the same way, your usual past time is daydreaming. You tend to be distracted easily by your thoughts, and often have trouble trying to pay attention when you need to. At times when your head isn't in the clouds, however, you are very friendly and cheerful around your friends. You prefer to keep a small group of close friends that mean the world to you then to join the popular crowd. For this you are very unique, and you take pride in being yourself and not allowing others to change who you are!

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Strengths: Imaginative, Creative, Dreamer, Friendly, Good friend, Unique

Weaknesses: Aloof, Distracted easily, Disorganized

Flight style: Average flight in the air, but able to fly through and sometimes breathe underwater

Representing Element(s): Water

tagged by: @fallencrowns tagging: @sepheroth @poeticphoenix @plantswhisperer @saishuu-heiki @warofthebeasts and anyone who wants to do the thing :3

[messiahman69]

7 years of this shit. I hope to see the series give me another mind melting rush like it did when I first played smt iv, which was also my first mainline smt game. Technically my first smt game was devil survivor 2 and that was a very whatever game to me but I remember being enamored by all the demon designs in that game especially the descriptions (from the pokedex or whatever) since they seemed to run pretty close to the original mythology (for the most part) and then smt iv was lent to me by an ex friend and from there it was a BIG rabbit hole, flynn became the coolest dude to me ever and he’s still super cool to me. Then smt Iva was announced and I got even more hype because that meant I got a chance to see flynn in action again and he was still the same badass in that game if not more. This is all to say that the demon designs are what drew me into the series and kaneko wherever u are u will be the biggest baddie of all time for doing those artworks. Shoutouts to everyone that likes smt! The fans make the series funny and I’m glad we all have this cool piece of media to share & discuss. ✌️

[deadtower]

I know things are really rough right now, but I'm really proud of you for making it this far. Every day is farther than I thought I'd make it too. You will get through this night and the next and I hope many more to come, get some sleep, eat a good breakfast. Things are going to be better.

hey anon. thank you so much for this. i'm sorry it took me some time to get back to, i just wanted to answer it when i was feeling up to it and not when i was in the throes of depression. since i sent this i've come home (i was going through withdrawal at best friend's house), managed to actually sleep for a good 8 hours yesterday and today (beforehand, i had slept literally 3 hours total in 9 days — wish i was kidding), ate some food (had only had saltine crackers the past 9 days), and scheduled a bunch of interviews with some really good companies.

i say all this because i want you to know how terribly i was doing when i was making posts with suicidal tags in them and how much better i'm doing now. i went outside today and things were bright and people were going about their lives and the buildings reached into the sky just the way i love. life was going on outside of the very narrow tunnel i'd put myself into and it helped a lot to see that.

you're right, things are going to be better. i did make it through the night i made that post, and the next night, and while withdrawal forces you to think that you're definitely on death's door (mostly because of all the health problems you suffer during it, like not being able to eat, seizures, disorientation, brainfog worse than you've ever had before, absolute panic, sweats, shaking, etc., it's really really hard to convince yourself you're EVER going to be better) everything feels so much more open now that i'm past it. when i opened this message when you first sent it, i legitimately cried because it meant so much that someone saw i was hurting and wanted to send something encouraging. i'm used to being the one that does that for other people, and just assuming that i don't deserve it myself, so someone doing it for me really just sent me on an emotional journey. thank you so, so much, and i really hope the universe sees fit to reward you for being so kind. i know that's not why you did it — but i still hope it does, because people who take the time out of their day to help others do deserve to have good things happen to them, honestly.

thanks so much again, and sorry for the monster response, just wanted to properly thank you while letting you know what kind of state i was in when you sent this and why i didn't respond until now. <3

[trailblczed]

✧ lyssamania: the irrational fear that someone you know is angry with you.

@frostgnawd asked: jouska: a hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head. obscure sorrows drabble prompts ( 1 + 2 ) | Not Currently Accepting.

Caelus is used to hearing voices in his head. There's Nanook's voice, who is often very passionate, the rougher more stern tone definitely giving off the authority an Aeon should have. There's Quilpoth' voice, who doesn't talk all that often, but when THEY do, it's usually in a dire situation or when the Nameless is about to collapse ( sometimes from his narcolepsy, other times when he's roughed up after a fight ) and THEY give him a reminder to find somewhere to sit down that is easy enough for the family, or friends, to find him. There is Xipe's voices, which often confuses him because THEY sometimes sound like other Aeons. Xipe is often gentle or supportive whenever they speak, and THEIR word choice is the only real way Caelus knows it's THEM. Aha, for some reason, occasionally pops in to either crack a joke or to tease and jab at the Trailblazer.

Caelus can, but is not nearly as used to, hear the Stellarons they have come across. The voices are usually faint, and typically not directed at him. It's more like Caelus is listening in on a conversation that he is not apart of. Oddly enough, the lad has never heard the Stellaron in his chest speak. Or maybe it is the reason why he can hear other Stellarons- but he doesn't like thinking too hard into that.. for what reason the one in him in silent, or has simply yet to present itself. It is him? Is his own voice inside his head actually the Stellaron? Does Caelus even have a conscience? Is Caelus the Stellaron itself, and that's why it's never been heard?

So yes, Caelus is very used to voices speaking to him. However... it's sometimes hard to tell when the voices are THEM, or if it's Caelus' own inner voice to where he's talking to himself. Right now is a perfect example of confusion. Who is speaking.. is it him? Or is it THEM?

Talk about a rough day. Honestly, Dr. Ratio is too much sometimes. True, but he is taking time out of his day to give me some basic educational lessons. It is nice of him, for sure. But you have to wonder.. is he actually fine with doing this? Surely, such a renowned scholar as him has to be busy with all kinds of things right? He said he would teach me all kinds of stuff. He often says stuff about wanting to brighten the minds of the ignorant- or something like that. Also true. So maybe this is just a typical day for him. The idea of the professor running around throwing chalk at people for getting an answer wrong is hilarious. Would he actually go that far though? Not likely- or I hope not. I'd rather not find out, especially if it's true. Aeons knows I'd be getting a powered smack down.

..Dr. Ratio doesn't hate me, right? No.. No, I doubt he'd waste his time and effort on teaching me stuff if he did. ...What if he hates me so much for being so dumb that he's only doing it out of spite. Wanting to enlighten a buffoon like me because he hates my lack of knowledge. No, he isn't like that. He may be a bit rough with his words sometimes, but he's always been patient and thorough in his explanations. Yeah but it's not like I am the easiest person to teach. It is probably such a hassle having to always stop and be so meticulous so often.

.....Vertias isn't angry with me, is he? Annoyed maybe. To spend all that time and energy just to have to start all over again each session.. who wouldn't be? Surely if he was mad about it he would say something, right? He doesn't usually mince his words. Also true. His praises are also a little rare, but you know he means every word.

...Maybe I should just ask him next time if he is mad at me. Or just ask if he'd rather not basically be a personal tutor. ... Does he even get paid for all his lessons that he's been giving me...? Oh Aeons. Maybe he hates me for that. Surely money isn't an issue or real concern for him.. in this instance, at least. Yeah, we're buds, right? Not super close on a personal level or anything but..

How close can you be with someone that basically had to teach you your ABCs? Can't deny we don't have some sort of bond though! Maybe it's one of reluctant annoyance at having to teach me something so common knowledge... Maybe he's mad at me for that? Yeah that would make sense.. plus, he looked so.. off kilter last time I seen him. He could just be having some work troubles, or some personal stuff going on. I ain't nosy-- not that nosy. Other people aren't so open book like I am, so I can't just ask him about that kind of stuff.. Of course, if he wanted to confide in me, I would absolutely lend an ear- or a helping hand, should it be needed and I was able.

Is he mad at me because I wouldn't be a good enough confidant? What if he wants an assistant but is annoyed that I won't be a good aide despite all the things he's taught me?

❛ Enough. ❜

Caelus huffs out between sharp breaths, hands tangled in silver locks as he tugs at it in an effort to snap himself out of... whatever that was. It takes a few moments to pry his own fingers out of his hair, not wanting to actually ( accidentally ) yank some of the strands out. It also takes several seconds for him to remember that he was still on the Trailblazer's Stern ( it may be the Feldspar still to the public, but it will forever be the Stern to him ). He had stopped by for a visit to talk with his "Second Mate", who wanted to run a few thoughts and reports by him. Of course Caelus would come stop by as soon as possible.

Now he is just confused as to how he went from talking stats and thinking about decor to becoming increasingly more paranoid about being, apparently, hated by one Doctor Vertias Ratio. Perhaps it was just because the lad had spotted the lavender aboard the ship not too long ago, becoming an unfortunate victim of Caelus' increasing exhaustion messing with his head.

All Caelus wants to do is take a nap. And quite frankly, why shouldn't he? He is his "office" on the ship, there are guests and crew aboard, and the Trailblazer has earned a little treat. Not as if he really has any say in the matter, his eyes already struggling to stay open as he leans over far enough that gravity takes him- his body bouncing as it lands against his soft couch.

I̷n̷f̷o̷r̷m̸ ̴a̷ ̴c̶o̵m̴r̷a̴d̶e̵ ̷o̸f̴ ̸y̴o̶u̴r̸ ̸l̷o̵c̸a̶t̶i̷o̵n̴ ̷a̵n̷d̷ ̴s̸i̴t̶u̵a̸t̶i̶o̴n̴ ̵b̶e̷f̸o̵r̷e̷ ̴y̸o̴u̷ ̵r̸e̸s̸t̴.̵

❛ Yeah.. that'd be smart. ❜

The silver awkwardly shuffles his body around until he can fish his phone out. Several clumsy taps later, and Caelus manages to send a text to the family's group chat saying he was in his office on the stern, and that he was going to sleep for a bit, before tossing his phone out onto the small side table next to the couch.

Not even a minute after he sends the message, Caelus cannot keep his eyes open any longer, taking one of the pillows nearby and snuggling up with it, and promptly passes out.

[justalazytrashpanda]

if you don’t mind me asking, do you perhaps have a list of fangans that you like/are into and seen? And are we possibly allowed to make fangan recommendations? Just curious :0

Ahh sorry for the late reply!!! You are allowed to make recommendations but that doesnt guarantee that I’ll get into them. I dont have as much freetime as i used to im afraid… alas

Anywhere heres all the fangans ive gotten into ranked on a scale of 1-10, 1 being terrible, 5 being perfectly average, and 10 being the best thing ever written. If you want a more indepth opinion on any in specific just shoot me an ask X]. 

Complete fangans

Danganronpa another - 8/10, pretty good! Follows Trigger Happy Havoc a little closely in spots, but whenever it does that it’s trying to subvert whatever its mirroring in the first game. The cast is fun and bounces off eachother really well

Super danganronpa another 2 - 7/10, while it does improve in a lot of aspects when compared to the first game on both a technical and story level, I honestly preferred the first game to the second one. I was spoiled for most of the events in this game and the whole luck transfer thing was really convoluted. It’s still good tho! 

Danganronpa Lapse - 7/10, I really liked the unique artstyle, and the reduced cast allowed for everyone to shine a little bit more! The story was good as well, tho echos whole thing could’ve been explained more clearly. honestly this didn’t even need to be a Danganronpa game, it felt the weakest whenever it was trying to do that. Although I did enjoy the trials

In-progress fangans: have at least 2 chapters out

Danganronpa blowback: 6/10. Not the biggest fan tbh. It does have some cool ideas and characters but when it misses it misses hard. Granted this is one of the oldest fangans ive played, so some aspects can be forgiven based on that. I do wonder if it wouldve gotten better or worse had it gone on for longer

Danganronpa antebellum: 9/10. I had so much fun when playing this game its unreal. Its not perfect by a long shot, it definitely feels like a fangame, but thats whats so great about it. It doesnt take itself too seriously, which is an issue that can easily affect a fan project. The designs for the cast are super fun and i cant say that there's any characters i actively dislike. 

Danganronpa despair time: 9/10. Another really good one! It takes advantage of the medium its presented rather well. The story so far is really good and the parts “inspired” by the mainline games are changed up enough where it makes the tropes feel refreshing. I dont like all the characters but hey its rare to have an entire cast of faves

Just started fangans: only the prologue / first chapter is out

Project edens garden - 7/10. It’s got me hooked! I found the prologue very interesting. It set up the characters well and let them have a chance to shine while also setting up the main story. I found the animal theming interesting and am excited to see where it goes. I just also really like the art style. Each characters color palette is really distinct and i really like that :]

Danganronpa (he)artless deceit - 6/10. It’s alright. On a technical level it's very impressive, and it's clear the people making this really care about it! It just… didn't really click with me. A couple characters did interest me, but i wasn't very invested in the main two focused on in the proluge. I'll be interested to see where it goes but atm I'm more of an observer than a fan.

Danganronpa mauve - 5/10. I dont know what to think about this one. Its only got one chapter out so its hard to judge it, but it just didnt really captivate me all that much. Its clear a lot of work and time has been put into this, and i can totally see how someone could like this! Its just not my cup of tea X]. Out of every fangan ive seen this definitely feels the most like a danganronpa game, but thats a double edged sword. The characters were alright, but it felt… odd to me how many of them resembled characters from other fangans or the mainline series (looking at you satsuki). 

[ofglories]

Thinking about Constantine's Bond craft essence and it honestly hurts a lot.

Even the title of "All Fades to Dust" is agonizing, especially paired with the art, and then you see the description where his grief and anger is so much more obvious than he ever allows himself to show normally...

Just, look at this.

"It's okay to lose the fight, and even to lose the skirmish. But, this is usually how it is to lose in a war with another country. Everyone's lives disappearing, slaves being dragged away. Everything that everyone built up together, the time they spent together, all of it is regarded as utterly meaningless, and disappears.

Just a bit more, just a bit longer and it would've been different, wouldn't it? I think such worthless things. Certainly, you do as well. But... there's no meaning in you remaining there. That which should have been protected has already been reduced to nothing.

My proud citadel walls, my invulnerable three-layered bulwarks. There's no need to cry. Crying is a right afforded only to the civilians that we protect. Instead, get angry. Like a raging asura, like a furious rakshasa, get angry. That is the right that you and I are permitted."

[basslinegrave]

some Dude cosplay pics from the con from last weekend

and some more i like under readmore so i dont clog up the feed

some edited heavily cause there was so much crap around and visual noise and weird angles. the ones with the building in the bg were the weirdest cause of the angle needed to get that bg i look so different there. focal lengths that make me look wide, my despised