#This is my son... Eidolon

[s1eepy-0]

maybe I should stop eatng hand fulls of tomatoes

[puffywuffy8904]

Assorted PKNA sillies from the last few months that I never got around to posting

Bonus Christmas doodle from a Magma board

[alexandraisyes]

Unironically need him on his knees anyways

[shannonsketches]

I remember hearing about Vaati supposedly being the reincarnation of Demise's hatred before Ganondorf, but it was so long ago I don't remember if it was as lore or a theory.

I personally can see it, but I have anon on, so that if I'm wrong, my stupidity can't be traced back to me lol

Nonnie I won't lie to you, I don't know a thing about Vaati. Never played those games. Would like to! Just haven't yet.

But listen, aside from my disdain for polytheistic mythology being shaved down into psuedo-xtian god vs the devil bullshit and the unbelievably disrespectful trashing of Ganondorf's entire character to achieve that absolute cop out of a framing device, all the edgelord lovechild of blanka and akuma Demise said was that an incarnation of his hatred would have to wade through some blood puddles to touch butts with Link and Zelda or whatever, so. Literally every villain in the franchise can presumably just be Demise's rancid vibes sticking to the bottom of Link's shoe ig idk

[aria0fgold]

I said I treat my redhead characters well but in truth it's actually just been Argenti (The Most Spoiled) and Himeko (2nd Most Spoiled simply cuz the relic rng for her DOES NOT WANNA COOPERATE) and all the others are... K... kiiiinda in the back--

[tagedeszorns]

SPOILERS for "Fulgrim - The Perfect Son"

You were warned - Spoilers ahaed!

Okay, so it finally has happened. Pigs are flying, dogs are walking backwards and I am admitting that I'd rather read a Fulgrim-novel written by Graham McNeill than this one.

But to get to this point ... let me take the long route!

First - imagine a novel about a Primarch. Let's say Guilliman, because the Ultramarines are the example for everything. Let's say he returns. (Bear with me, I am not talking about how it actually happened for him!) And it is not explained at all, why he's back. What's his motivation. How? Don't ask stupid questions! Anyways. He's back. Now, what about his Legion? What about Calgar? Sicarius? His Librarius? Well, never mind, they don't matter, because (galaxy brain moment here!) - they don't exist! Instead they are replaced with a cast of new characters you never heard of before, but you are supposed to take as "have always been his favourites". And those characters are as generic as they come. Absolutely bland. Plus, Guilliman isn't even there most of the time. Also, apparently the Emperor is no longer a factor for anything.

That's the setting Jude Reid throws at the reader, just with Emperor's Children.

Okay. Okay. I can live with new characters. But maybe at least tie them with the rich history of the third? With all its glory and trauma? Harmony? Canticle City? The Phoenix Conclave? Anything? No?

Well. Then give them a gratious amount of Sex, Drugs and Rock'nRoll, because that's what they do in 40k? No? A bit? So Noise Marines aren't Slaanesh's sledgehammers any longer? Maybe remember how cool Eidolon and his Kakophonii screamed that White Scars ship to rubble or how Ramos tore down the Medean Gate on Luna? No? And the drugs are just some kind of better stims now? Like the stuff Lance Armstrong takes on a daily basis?

Well. Okay. No History, none of the cool guys ... maybe some Dark Prince-fuckery? No? Oh. The word "Slaanesh" is two times in the whole book and it's with sorcery, not normal EC or Fulgrim? And Dark Prince or She Who Thrirsts ... ah, nevermind. So, no Youngest God at all.

Well, Fulgrim is the mightiest servant of Slaanesh and he's the title character of the novel, so it's okay. Enough slaaneshi shenanigans for everyone! No? Fulgrim is there for about 5% of the novel and we never get his POV? Oh. Okay. Well.

Yes, I am disappointed. After Marc Collins gave us the great new Eidolon novel, I had high hopes Games Workshop wanting to bring out the coolness in the third Legion again.

But instead we got the most generic Chaos (not really) stuff ever. You could replace everybody with Red Corsairs and Fulgrim with the Tyrant and nobody would notice any difference.

And now I am back to the beginning. Why McNeill's EC may be horrible but way better than Reid's.

Because they are over the top. Because they are the superlative of extra. Because they are divas. Because they are trying to be cool AF. Because they are mean fuckers.

Reid's EC are what I always thought I wanted (my Midas-moment, if you will): Swordsmen. Duelists. But it turns out, that it is possible to fall to Slaanesh and hate excess (yes, Tamaris, the main char, is very offended by excess). Damn, girl! Take a page out of Ian StMartin's book and look up what excessive swordsmanship does for Lucius!

So, taking everything slaaneshi from the EC didn't do them any good. Apparently they are now Chaos Undivided, swear by "Gods" instead of their chosen patron God and such. Much generic. Wow. Sacrificing like they are the Word Bearers we have at home.

The ideal solution would be a mix of both: McNeill's extra queerness (because Reid's chars are giving off the most cis-het vibes I ever got from anything Warhammer! Even the Chaos Sorcerer reminiscing fucking Fulgrim is as sterilised as possible. I bet Reddit-Warhammer loves this book, because none of them pesky gays and their sexytimes!) and excessiveness and Reid letting them keep their beauty and dignity. It's very telling that the most erotic moment of the book is the main character kissing the guy he just killed.

Because that's the GREAT plus of this book. Finally! Beautiful Emperor's Children! Beautiful Fulgrim! Plaese, give me more of this! And they are (mostly) honourable! Awww, yiss! Yes, Reid is falling back into the way too familiar "uglyness and betrayal"-trope soon enough, but an effort was made.

But that's not enough to work as saving grace.

The novel is very clearly what @paniwarhamauser called "saturday morning cartoons to sell toys", because every buyable unit is mentioned and described very clearly.

But what this book is lacking, is a soul. An understanding for the EC's (and Fulgrim's - but the Phoenician barely features in the novel, so I will leave him out on this) unique tragedy, drama, history and power.

I am glad we got the great "Auric Hammer"-book (please let Marc Collins write more for EC! He gets them! Raging Eidolon gives me life!). And we still have Josh Reynold's superb Fulgrim-novel. But this new one is not for me.

I mean, we EC-fans have a lot of great novels and stories, compared to other Legions (poor Raven Guard for example). So I really shouldn't complain.

Well, rant over, I am calm and collected again and will continue reading the pleasant Alpha Legion-stuff I have left for the Fulgrim novel (may contain traces of Fulgrim). 😁

[thevoidscreams]

Oh man, for the the Mating Press March I will take anything ft. Fulgrim but make it feral and rough. He always looks so pristine and perfect that I need to see a more unhinged side of him that doesn't have to do with Chaos Shenanigans <33

I usually think about Fulgrim as kinda subby but I will allow him to top for this.

Fulgrim gets some ideas from a social gathering and really wants to try them on his wife.

Day 19 Year 2:

Warnings: (Fulgrim), getting woken up with sex, use of pet names iguess

Word count:2271

He may have been one of the only true socialites out of his siblings, he just adored being lavished with attention. But he felt so not enthused at the moment. Bored he might even dare say. And boredom was not something that suited the primarch of the third. The auction was fine, you'd sat in his lap from a private viewing room, away from prying eyes where you could tell him the pieces that you liked and he would have them bid on. He'd had you dressed to the nines, looking every bit as elegant as the wife of a man like him ought to.

It was a struggle to keep his eyes up long enough to actually view the pieces you were talking about. His lips quested over warm skin, your perfume filled his senses and he'd practically torn the dress he'd had made custom for you. The auction after party had been the real draw for most of the attendees, people from all over the sector talked about the artists after parties. And really he could see why, they were something of beauty, but it wasn't what he wanted. The art had been acquired, and you, he groaned almost sub audibly. You had gone back to the ship after only an hour. You told him he was welcome to stay but you were tired and wanted to make sure the pieces for your private gallery got back safe. He understood, but his fingers itched to touch, and you were not there. His sons stayed close at hand, making small talk upon their father's insistence. "Go, my sons, it is a party, speak to the good people. I'm sure you'll have plenty to talk about at a gathering of artists."

Fulgrim took a fresh glass of sparkling wine and sipped it. The glass was comically small in his hands.

But he drank nonetheless. The vintage was quite fine, he should get a bottle to bring back to you.

As he looked for the host, a rather well to do and talented enough artist, he heard the giggle of two women gossiping. Normally Fulgrim paid little heed to the gossiping of strangers, unless it was about him or his family. But he stopped as if to enjoy a piece hanging over a fireplace. A scene of snow and trees splayed out over the canvas, it was nice enough. His attention was on the women and their giggles.

"You know I never thought I'd be into it. It's just so.. barbaric in nature but I'm glad I did because I haven't been this attracted to my husband in years."

"Oh, Marci, you mustn't say that." The other woman chided through laughter.

"Of but it's true, he was so.. mm how do I put this.. feral. The way he pounced on me and ravaged me. I felt like I was twenty again, and in college with all those men who would beg me back to their rooms only to do.. well, I shouldn't say. But when Arno came back it was so late I was asleep."

The other woman gasped. "He didn't!" "He DID!"

It was apparent to Fulgrim that this woman was inebriated, but his interest was piqued. "When I awoke I was so startled I nearly cried out until I realized it was him. Then he took me so ferociously, I was sure the neighbors could hear me screaming his name for a kilometer."

The two women hooted their snobbish sort of laugh again. "I'll tell you, I think every man should do that for his wife at least once."

The words made Fulgrim think, his pants growing uncomfortably tight as he imagined you beneath him, begging and moaning as he took his pleasure from you.

"Eidolon." Fulgrim said, not needing to shout over the crowd for his son to hear. "Yes, my Lord?" Eidolon appeared at his side. "Round up the others, we'll be returning to the Pride of the Emperor now."

He bowed slightly and went to fetch his gene brothers.

Fulgrim was half tempted to go to the women and thank them for the ideas, but he stayed his tongue, giving the host his best as he went.

As they departed Fulgrim spied a bottle of that fine wine you hadn't gotten to taste and plucked the bottle from the container of ice keeping it cool. It was for his love after all, you only deserve the best.

When you'd returned you'd had the pieces brought to your private gallery where you kept your own pieces and the one's Fulgrim acquired for you.

You liked the one of a beautiful silver phoenix, its wings spread wide over a mountain top as it looked towards the heavens. You all but bounded off Fulgrim's lap when you saw it, begging him to get it for you with much more fervor than the other pieces. He had, outbidding the others by a fair amount.

You thought about where to hang it before stopping at a piece in front of the lounge where you and Fulgrim often sat drinking wines and just talking for hours. Your heart fluttered at the thought of his smile. Your own painting didn't seem as impressive as the phoenix. You sighed and took it down, setting the new painting in its place. There that looks good, you thought, setting your own aside.

You'd ask him what he thought in the morning, given he'd likely be back later than you wanted to be up.

Slipping onto a comfortable robe and nothing else you got comfortable and cuddled up with one of his shirts from the laundry basket.

His smell made it easier to fall asleep.

It was some hours later that Fulgrim stepped foot back into his and your personal chambers.

He spotted the outline of your body under the blankets. It would be the perfect time to do what he'd been thinking about. Striping down till he was completely bare he left his clothes where they were on the floor and stalked towards the bed.

He was ever so meticulous as he pulled the covers back, revealing you to him a layer at a time.

When he got to the bottom, seeing you in not but a robe he had to palm his hardening cock. Throne you were so beautiful. Of all the art he'd seen that night, you were the only true masterpiece.

He stopped when he noticed something in your hands.

Taking it gently he realized it was his shirt. Your face had been pressed into it. He sniffed the article and just found that it smelled like him. His heart fluttered as he realized why you had it.

Leaning down he kissed your forehead, maybe he would save this for another time, he thought. But then you rolled onto your back, the robe fell open revealing your bare skin and body to him. His cock grew hard enough to hurt, he needed to take care of that.

He knelt on the edge of the bed, careful not to jostle you too much. He wanted you to wake up to what he had planned and not a moment before.

He lowered his face to your heart, taking a deep breath to fill his lungs with the scent of your core.

His mouth watering he pressed his lips to entrance and placed several soft kisses there. He was rewarded with soft moans as you shifted slightly in your sleep.

Fulgrim continued, his kisses growing less light as he felt you getting wetter. His tongue dove into those folds, lapping up the wetness he so loved to taste.

You gasped and your thighs pressed to the side of his face as he dug in more.

A hand suddenly grabbed his hair as your hips bucked up into his mouth, he purred his satisfaction as he drank down every bit of your first orgasm of the evening.

"Fulgrim?" Your sleepy voice reached his ears, there was something about the quality that drove him wild. With the taste of your cum still on his tongue he surged up your body, making you start as he caged your body beneath his.

"Hello sweetheart. Pardon me for waking you."

You felt his erection on your stomach as he began to kiss and nip your neck and shoulders, your body arched against him as he did and he growled something in a language you weren't quite sure of. His hips rutted into you as he sought more friction.

This was quite the change of pace from your normally slow and methodically loving husband. But you weren't going to complain.

"Fulgrim!" You gasped as he rutted against you again, leaving a trail of his arousal there.

He drew back, slotting his cock between your folds and pushed in. Your hand tangled in his hair, pulling him down for a kiss, he obliged happily. He was better than good when it came to kissing and he always left you breathless.

You soft moans against his lips drove him further into his need and he began a shallow but quick rhythm, the bed creaking under you both as he fucked you.

His name fell from your lips like a mantra. Over and over. He loved it, your attention and love was solely his and he wouldn't have it any other way.

He grunted as he felt you clamp down around him, the surest sign he knew aside from your words that your body was complying to his wishes and that you were going to cum. It was rather quick for his tastes but he was in no mood to tease tonight. Instead he'd see how many he could give you before you simply couldn't anymore.

"Oh fuck~ Fulgrim, I'm close." You gasped and he grinned. "Good, cum for me like a good girl." He purred. That did it and you came undone with a shrill cry.

He didn't stop, his arms digging under you to pull you up and hold you closer. "Oh my love." He growled in your ear. "I missed you, so so much, even if it was only a few hours." He pressed his lips to yours in several brief kisses.

"All the artwork I could ever dream and yey all I wanted was to look at you. But you were not there." He pant while squishing you against him and pressed your back pressed into the bed while he held you. His hips are still pounding.

Your brain was a bit foggy after the two orgasms but you held him back. His hearts felt full at the feeling but he did not falter.

"You are the essence of beauty." He continued, "Every artist wishes they could create a masterpiece with even half the splendor a single strand of your hair contains. For if they did they'd have created the finest piece in the universe." His forehead pressed to yours as he spoke. His love did not temper his enthusiasm, it only added fuel to his fire.

His wife, held tight in his arms as he fucked her. Oh how beautiful, oh how magnificent. His thrusts lengthened as he pulled out farther and rolled back into you, the creaking shifted with the change of pace.

It melded with the sweet song of your cries and he indulged in the sinful symphony.

"I love you Fulgrim." You cried, as your next climax began to build.

However the sudden admission caused him to falter, then to cum. His hips snapping forward with blind need as he pumped his load into you.

"I love you." He slurred back feeling higher than a cloud. The feeling of his orgasm gave you your third and you all but screamed.

Fulgrim kissed your nose. Petting your hair as you both came down from your highs.

"Well hello." You laughed as he pulled out and rolled onto his side off of you.

"Hello." He chuckled breathlessly.

You lifted your head to look at him. "How was the rest of the function?" You asked.

"It was okay. Would have been better with you there. I kept looking at all the art but in my mind all I could see was your face in my mind and all of the pieces felt so dull in comparison."

You patted his chest. "Flatterer." You giggled. He took your hand and kissed it.

"But it is true, darling." He smiled.

You fell back into a contented sleep, Fulgrim watched you for a long while. But something felt off, something he couldn't explain. He rolled from the bed, grabbing a robe and walked into the gallery you both shared.

He walked the gallery and stopped as he looked at each picture, sculpture and painting. When he finally reached the place where he'd spent so many long hours with you he turned to look at the painting hung before the lounger he had crafted as one of the many wedding gifts he'd given you.

"Well that's not right." He hummed seeing the phoenix hanging there. Indeed it was a fine piece and even more so up close. Yet he took it down and set it aside, finding the one you'd wanted with your own hands.

He hung it up on the wall and sighed. "That's much better." He felt the wrongness ease from him as he returned to bed. His arms folded around you and he pressed a kiss to the top of your head. His gallery was growing, and quite nicely, but every other piece paled in comparison to the masterpiece he held in his arms as he drifted off into a deep contented sleep.

[bodegadulac]

Okay, so we know jackshit about vikare, so i will make shit up using other characters as reference.

First of all, he was the face of the golden age of parahumans so he is probably a vague superman analogue like the rest of the triumvirate.

-Alexandria is Superman as the man of steel, the ubstoppable object, Legend is Superman as the blue boy scout that keeps his morality through all, Eidolon is Superman as the metropolis marvel, the silver age bullshit that makes up powers and is as powerful as the story needs, Hero is Superman as the man of tomorrow, the wonder of nonsensical machines that can do anything but also the death of superman, Scion is Superman as the last son, an alien far away from home.

So what facet of Superman isn't touched upon? A very golden agey Superman facet? Superman as the champion of the opressed.

So my random ass head canon is that Vikare was a street level hero that by beign the first hero (like superman) was thrusted into the spotlight and expected to go to bigger things, but unlike Superman he kept to his roots, doing golden age superman shit like beating scummy landlords. He would eventually die unceremouniously trying to deal with something that would be "below" most heroes, a basketball riot in michigan.

[ironunderstands]

I do admit most of my perceptions of her are clouded by how much I hate her fans as well as how much that comment about Aven’s eyes weirded me out. However I don’t interpret her role in Aventurine’s character stories in the way you do, Jade and Aventurine’s relationship is weird, and based on her eidolons I don’t think anything the does for Aventurine is out of the kindness of her own heart or because she likes that her job allows her to help people. Likening her to a sweet poison is a rather accurate description, however no matter how much sugar you add to it, poison is still poison. I think she cares for Aventurine in the same way investors care for their assets, in a way it’s genuine, but it’s also impersonal.

As for Aventurines bet, it’s implied that his previous master was someone from the IPC, and perhaps even the previous Aventurine himself (due to the Egyhazo Aventurine case being named the Egyhazo Aventurine case long before Kakavasha became a Stoneheart), so I believe the only way he could escape his situation is by making a deal with them. I also don’t think Aventurine or Jade deceived one another in this, or that Aventurine didn’t know becoming a stoneheart would be bad for him, it’s just that’s the only option Jade, and by extension the IPC left for him. If he couldn’t prove his worth to them they would have killed them, and both of them know this. It’s just Jade knowing this and choosing to go along with it because it benefits her, rather than just dropping the charges and letting him go free (which is what she would have done if she did care about him), leaves a nasty aftertaste in my mouth. They both chose (honestly not really Avens choices were death, a life of slavery or impress the IPC) to play a game, but Jade controls all the pieces, and she uses that to her advantage, that’s what I mean by exploitation.

Her eidolons make this extremely obvious, a questioning of a good quality followed by a selfish, corporate reasoning behind it is why I don’t view anything good she has done for Aventurine as genuine. Eidolons are meant to be a manifestation of a characters true self, it’s also why in the final one all but the very young children are naked, quite literally stripped to their barest forms. If even in her eidolons every postive quality she might portray is just the answer to a selfish question, than I highly doubt she really cares about Aventurine, or anyone else but herself and her job for that matter.

I’ll have to see more of her to make a proper judgment on her, but for now my first impression of Jade seems pretty accurate to her actual character, which I really like because villains are fun and I’d be lying if she wasn’t absolutely gorgeous.

God I love being correct (2.2 leaks incoming!!!)

“Jade saved Aventurine!!!” “Jade helped him out of the kindness of her own heart!!” “Jade is such a mother figure to Aventurine!!”

mmm yeah, definitely yup 100%

Honestly this fucking speaks for itself, and I’m so glad hoyo committed to the evil on her, she’s very compelling and that’s extremely cunty I must give her credit for it, but god do I absolutely despise the people who believe Jade and Aventurine have a healthy relationship, or that she “saved” him out of the kindness of her own heart or something.

To Jade, Aventurine is an investment, nothing more and nothing less, which is why she puts her faith in him, he’s a reliable business opportunity, but that’s not the same as caring about him personally and I really need people to get the difference

If Aventurine hadn’t proved himself useful to her, she would have left him to rot in prison or succumb to his death sentence, this isn’t saving, it’s exploitation.

Jade knows Aventurine couldn’t decline whatever offer she made, and anything is worse than death or slavery, the things he’s trying to escape, so she offers for him to join the IPC to make more money for them. That’s it, that’s all she wants, she doesn’t care about how bad being in the IPC is for Aventurine’s mental health, how he literally took on a suicide mission so he could escape being a stoneheart, how even if she “saved” him, his banner name is literally “gilded imprisonment” and his lightcone “inherently unjust destiny”, so damn she did a real good job at saving him and fixing his life, definitely didn’t just put him in a pair of gilded chains.

Also like can we talk about how weird Jades comment about his eyes were? Like it’s genuinely creepy to me considering Avens eyes are a) one of his biggest insecurities and b) people fetishize them, something which Jade knows and chooses to still comment about. I hate to say it, but I feel like if this was a male Jade saying that to a female Aventurine, yall would never let that slide and Jade would never beat the p3do allegations. Aventurine was likely a teenager/young adult in that scene, and either way there is a visible power dynamic between them (I mean Aven is literally in chains looking up at her), and I don’t think if the situation was flip flopped people would be treating Jade like some kinda hero. If they were the same gender I feel like people would be shipping them though 😭

So, yeah. Being correct feels amazing, pls use your brains and realize that just because one character sounds kinda nice to another, does not mean they actually care about them or are a good person!

[dryococelas01]

Some tough potential narratives of how these could come to be - this doesnt have to be a narrative you think would happen, its just me thinking about how the ship would happen. If you have your own narrative, please comment/reblog it! :

Danny Hebert/Gregor the Snail:

Danny is the Head of hiring at the dockworkers union. His first encounter with Gregor occured when one of the workers approaches him for some off the record advice about some work his son has got. His son had been approached by a local cape to serve as a runner for neccesary day to day goods, and the worker was a tad concerned about potential legal issues.

Danny wanted more information, and managed to arrange a meeting with Gregor. Sparks didn't fly initially, there was no love at first sight, it was business like. Danny saw an opportunity: its better to have good relations with the local capes if possible, and if all it cost was to ask one of the workers to purchase some extra goods every week that's a pretty good deal.

They met a few times more, one on one, to hammer out the details. Over time they found each other to be acceptable company, becoming close friends, and began talking about what they'd lost. Gregor his past, Danny his wife. They offered each other advice with the people in his life, gregor helping Danny try rebuilding his relationship with Taylor, Danny giving advice with Labyrinths problems.

When this friendship developed into something more is difficult to say. But it did.

They do not have a fiery relationship. There's no whirlwind romance. Just two older men enjoying each others company.

They haven't quite explained it to Taylor yet.

Danny Hebert/Marquis:

They first met when Annette was still alive.

Annette and Danny, both being very busy people, had to drop Taylor off at a daycare on some days. Its there they met Mr Lavere and his daughter, who was older than Taylor.

They got to talking and eventually became friends. Pretty close, enough to invite them over to eat. Mr Lavere never invited them to his, however, which they did find suspicious.

The suspicions were explained, when Danny discovered several members of the union doing small jobs for Marquis and his gang and eventually met Marquis himself. Mr Lavere was surprisingly recognisable.

It harmed their relationship some, but they talked and Danny and Annette consciously separated their good friend Mr lavere and Marquis in their minds. Didn't bear thinking about.

When the Brigade came for Marquis they did not find him. He was at the Heberts with Amy.

They did however, inform the public of Marquis identity.

This brought untoward attention towards the Heberts, who were known friends of Mr Lavere, a man who was otherwise not incredibly sociable.

The stress of this caused issues with both of their jobs and in their personal lives, not helped by Danny remaining in contact with Marquis. This eventually resulted in a mutual but amicable divorce. They still remain in contact and are relatively friendly to one another, but the stress of the situation kinda ruined their ability to have a romantic relationship with one another.

Danny and Mr Lavere remained in contact, and became closer friends. Meanwhile, Marquis was expanding his influence. Being so busy, and with his identity public meaning he couldn't give Amy to a daycare, he often left Amy in Danny's charge. Amy was therefore slowly raised as a sortof secret sister for Taylor, with Danny acting as a second father.

A comment to Marquis by little Amy calling Danny her dad made Marquis think about all their past interactions and realise that his feelings had developed into something other than friendship.

He approached Danny the next day.

Gregor the Snail/Eidolon:

To be frank, I've got nothing here.

This is a hell of a crack ship.

Please if you've got anything, comment or reblog.

[puffyducks]

DCRC Week #40

AAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Sorry I mean. PKNA #34: Nothing Personal. You should only open this post if you wanna see the insane ramblings of a mad person btw.

Also there's no way I'm gonna get all my reactions and thoughts about this chapter into just one post so expect to see a continuation of this in the reblogs.

Anyways in case you somehow missed last week or forgot what happened, as a recap: the Raider is fucking DEAD he is SIX FEET UNDER and by UNDER I mean IN A BLACK HOLE. Surely this will have no impact on the events to come. Anyways,

WOAHH no way you guys we're in the future... the far off year of 2015

Nevermind Angus Fangus is the governor we're so fucking cooked

Unfortunately for Angus's presidential campaign, and I can't believe nobody has told him this yet, I do regret to inform him that he is forbidden from running as president of the United States because he was not born here. Maybe the authors thought that rule would change by 2015 but seeing as how that was a decade ago and that rule did not, in fact, change, it looks like his campaign is dead before it even began... not that this was really a huge loss to begin with.

Ohohoho who could THESE mysterious figures be??? I've read this comic like 40 times btw but I'm gonna pretend I haven't

Angus keeps complaining about tourists BRO YOU WEREN'T BORN IN DUCKBURG, YOU WERE A TOURIST ONCE STFU 😭

Well that doesn't sound quite right

Okay so the first time I read this comic I was kinda disappointed to see that Trip doesn't have his name on his shirt anymore, cause that was my favorite silly detail of his design, but then I realized WAIT!!! He's in disguise, this is actually a genius move on his part. Nobody will know that this is Trip if he doesn't have a shirt that says "TRIP" on it in big red letters.

Also I already roasted the shit out of this Odin outfit in another post but I do regretfully have to admit that I'm coming around on it a little bit, ONLY because it's also kind of a genius disguise if you think about it. Nobody would ever suspect THE Odin Eidolon to walk around in an outfit this shit. It's a foolproof plan.

ODIN EIDOLON HAS FALLEN DOWN THE STAIRS AT THE MET GALA

Hey so remember when the Raider died and at the very last second he was just like "hey btw I have a son tell him I'm sorry for dying" despite the fact that Donald has literally 0 way to time travel or contact this mystery child in any way. How many times do you think Donald has randomly thought about that kid in the last 15 years. The Raider didn't even give any indication of how old his son was (not that it would really matter to a time traveler I guess) but imagine hoping desperately for the last 15 years that the kid he was referring to was actually already an adult in like their 30s, because it's the only thing that could make you possibly feel better about what happened, and then all of a sudden that kid pulls up and you're like OH GOD HE'S 9 YEARS OLD. Anyways.

Didyoueatmybanana?! >:( YEAH it's called stress eating okay and it's a stressful situation I NEED MY POTASSIUMMMM

*hacker voice* I'm in

Okay but real talk nnooo nnOOOOO THIS MAKES ME SO FUCKING UPSET!!! NOO THE RAIDER DIDN'T WANT HIS SON TO BE A TIME PIRATE FUCK!! FUCK THE ORGANIZATION I MEAN IT!!! YOU GUYS RUINED HIM!!! YOU RUINED A PERFECTLY GOOD BOY!!! Okay maybe like a mediocre boy, Trip has some behavioral issues but like who didn't at his age okay he's just cute and little. and cute. and i lovbe him. AND THEY FUCKED EVERYTHING UP!!! SHIT!!!!!!!!

ALSO THIS? THIS??? FUCK YOU?!?!?! DONALD HAD NOTHING TO DO WITH HIS DEATH HE LITERALLY JUST HAPPENED TO BE THERE. THE RAIDER WAS KILLED BY YOUR OWN FUCKING GUY, ORGANIZATION. DONALD WAS LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON AT TIME 0 THAT EVEN GAVE A SHIT THAT THE RAIDER WAS DYING, HE WAS TRYING SO HARD TO SAVE HIM AND EVERYTHING LIKE FUCK YOU!!!!!

This shit is so fucking funny tho sorry

don't think it don't say it don't think it don't say it

So, I'm not really sure how to refer to this specific depiction of Donald (Nothing Personal Donald?) but like I'm lowkey obsessed with him and how much of a disheveled, broken man he is. FIFTEEN YEARS UNDERGROUND DAWG.

Do you know how BAD things had to be for the rest of the Duck family to LEAVE DUCKBURG?!?!? Scrooge basically owned that fuckin city. If I think too hard about the rest of the family in this timeline I start getting really emo but like... I wanna know where they are. How they're doing. The triplets should be like 25 by now... and as far as they all know the man that raised them got exposed as a terrorist and then fucking exploded LIKE-

NNOOOOOOOOOO NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON FUCK THE TIME POLICE TOO BRO WHY DO THEY ALWAYS FIND A WAY TO BLAME LYLA FOR EVERY FUCKIN THING 😭😭😭 WHY IS IT HER FAULT THAT DONALD WAS (ALLEGEDLY) A TERRORIST STOP IT I HATE IT HERE

Donald is like But can't we just save the Raider :(((

NO we can't you have to babysit his son for an indefinite period of time

Cmon Donald he's just silly.... he's just little

uncle duck avenger i might. throw up

NNNOOOOO THEY SHOT BABYGIRL THEY HIT THE FUCKING PENTAGON. AGAIN. Guess the disguise wasn't as smart as I thought...

HE'S SO SMALL we have to find him more bananas to eat it's the only way to cheer him up

Anyways, in case this entire time you've been hoping that Trip knew what was going on, including the fact that his father is dead, the answer is No. No he doesn't know. SO DON'T TELL HIM.

I hit the image limit so YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANS. (It means wait for a bit while I add more in a reblog)

[ducktoonsfanart]

Donald Duck as Duck Avenger (Paperinik-Pk) and The Raider with their children and friends - PKNA - Duck comics and Duckverse - My version - Gift for my friends - Happy Birthday Donald Duck!

Hi everyone and sorry I couldn't post my drawings I had planned earlier, I've been having some trouble the last two weeks, but now I'm ok, so I can attend interesting moments, that is, draw my favorite characters and post my drawings. This is my drawing dedicated to my friends who love Duck Avenger (Papernik) and Raider, so I drew them both.

I drew them in the PKNA version, but in my own way. About Duck Avenger, I don't need to talk anymore, but usually in PKNA comics Papernik often clashed with Raider, and they were usually rivals until they became friends later. The Raider, a cocky former thief from the 23rd century who worked for The Organization, however, during the fight against the Duck Avenger turned away from it and became in certain situations also the best frenemy of the Duck Avenger, and there is his son Trip. And here I drew them together, but not only them, but also Raider's son Trip, as well as Donald's nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie as little Duck Avengers with their caps together with Trip. Yes, they are together in the 23rd century where Raider lives with his son, in the future Duckburg. In addition to them, there is Omega Chamber (a neutral artificial intelligence created by Everett Ducklair who helps Duck Avenger in the 23rd century in the fight against The Organization and the Euronians), Uno Ducklair (a main and positive artificial intelligence who helps Duck Avenger, but in the 21st century), Odin Eidolon (one of the richest and most powerful people in Duckburg and the world in the 23rd century, as well as the owner of the largest production of androids, by the way, was originally Uno, Duck Avenger’s closest ally and mentor) and Lyla Lay (a journalist and secret agent who works for the Time Police against The Organization and herself comes from the future in the 23rd century and she is also an android duck). Although I wanted to do this last week, I still ended up finishing it now at the time when my favorite character is celebrating his birthday, and also the day when Duck Avenger (Papernik) first appeared. So happy birthday Donald Duck! And I hope you like this. Yes, this is more my headcanon, but I definitely like the dynamic between Paperinik and Raider, and the dynamic between Trip and Donald's nephews would definitely be interesting.

I hope you like this drawing, this idea and these characters and feel free to like and reblog this, just don't copy my same ideas and these versions without mentioning me! Thank you! Also this is dedicated as my gift for my friends who celebrated their birthdays last month so I apologize for the delay and I hope you like this, dear @uncaaj (He celebrated his birthday last week and is also excellent at writing fanfiction for Darkwing Duck and Duck Avenger, as well as translating many Donald Duck comics.) and @puffyducks and @puffywuffy8904 (same person, but that person is certainly an excellent artist as well as the organizer of Read Duck Comic Week). And of course a gift for my dear friend @fantasticenthusiasttale, who celebrated her birthday last week. Happy birthday to you and sorry for the delay. Also this is dedicated to Donald Duck's birthday which is celebrated on June 9th every year, so happy birthday Donald Duck!

[hhanxue]

"Was it not possible that, in order to protect itself from people, the beauty deceived those who observe it?"

Dropping another limbus oc~ Mizoguchi, sinner number 2. The source of inspiration for him is "The Temple of the Golden Pavilion" by Yukio Mishima.

*** *** *** Mizoguchi was a terrible scientist. The son of a brilliant researcher, he was never good enough for her. In the margins of his hastily scribbled reports, he would jot down poetry—only to frantically scratch it out later. He’d lose himself staring at condensation droplets on test tubes until his mother’s sharp reprimand made him flinch and stammer out apologies.

"Why are you so unreliable? Redo this. Don’t make me wait."

"M-mother, I—I’m sorry—"

"Now."

*** Deep inside the underground research complex, a magnificent flower bloomed—the Golden Eidolon, a machine weaving perfect illusions. But Mizoguchi paid them no mind. His awestruck eyes saw only the Eidolon itself, radiant in its golden glow. He couldn’t fathom how his mother’s always-cold hands had given birth to a true Beauty. Yet, at the same time, something dark and sticky took root in his heart—jealousy.

*** A slap. A look of utter disgust. Mizoguchi was a terrible scientist, an anxious stutterer who couldn't even reach a bit of her genius, so she despised him.

This time, he didn’t apologize. As he knelt to gather the scattered papers, he glanced up at her. His eyes, cold with fury, held only one thought: "I wish you’d disappear."

It was just a thought—no curse, no power. But fate laughed cruelly that day.

She vanished before his eyes. Another experiment with Eidolon had gone wrong, erasing her genius mind down to the last atom. The laugh startled even him. It wasn’t joy—it was the sound of a wire snapping in his brain.

Now, only two remained: the flawless machine… and the terrible scientist.

*** When Beauty becomes perfect, it turns into a force of ruin—one that ensnares minds.

Mizoguchi spoke to the Eidolon, and the hum of its machinery twisted into something familiar—her voice, clawing at his skull.

"Pathetic."

It wasn't real, he knew, but his hands shook anyway.

He adored the Eidolon. He hated the Eidolon. Sobbing, clawing at the floor, he just wanted to be free.

Mizoguchi had no plan—only an impulse. He didn’t stop when his trembling hands spilled fuel across the lab floor. He didn’t stop when he flicked the lighter. The flames roared, and for the first time, the lab felt warm.

Inside that blazing tomb, he grabbed a knife. The Eidolon’s reactor core lay before him—so dazzlingly beautiful it made his eyes water.

"If the world is ruled by Deeds," Mizoguchi thought, "Then let this be my last one."

The core shattered. His hands burned with searing pain.

*** Mizoguchi didn’t remember reaching the surface, how he escaped the fire and smoke. His lungs burned. He couldn’t feel his arms. Tears streamed down his face.

A tall, hat-shadowed figure loomed over him, forcing him to look up.

"A remarkable will to live, Mr. Hiraoka," said the man in the owl mask, offering a glowed hand.

Mizoguchi choked out a sob and rasped:

"P-p-please… d-don’t call me that."

*** *** *** Intro: "N-n-nice to meet you! M-my n-name is... is M-Mizoguchi... —uhh I'm s-so sorry... Please, take... take care of me."

Particulars: Anxious, Stutterer [An idealist with a poet’s sensitivity, this sinner oscillates between obsessive perfectionism and paralyzing self-doubt. Exceptionally diligent when focused; he responds well to structured tasks. Though generally docile, do remember that his loyalty hinges on not exploiting his compliance. NOTICE: This sinner tends to resort to extremely violent methods and gets unpredictable when feeling cornered, so we recommend paying attention to what and how breaks him in order to prevent a possible outburst.] E.G.O: Fires of Transcendence ("Th-the beauty is pain... and p-pain is... h-haha..!") Sin Affinity: Wrath Facts: - Wears gloves and never reveals his hands and forearms as they were scorched when he broke the Eidolon's reactor core. The precipitate is etched deep into the skin in the form of golden cracks and particles. - Has a habit of writing his thoughts in the haiku-like form in a diary. "Skin cracks like old paint, Gold veins hum a dead machine's song— Mother, was it worth it?" *** "Bus wheels crush the stars— We die, but the tea stays warm... ...Manager, more sugar."

[tjemegames]

HSR: e6 Dan Heng Fishing (e1 Anaxa Warps)

I think it goes without saying that I’m a Dan Heng enjoyer. He’s my favorite character and I’ve spent far more time, trailblaze power, and resources on him than most would. Now, after over two years of gameplay, I’ve finally secured his e6!

Okay, I know what you may be thinking: who in their right mind would care so much about a four star dps with a 1.0 kit? Listen, I can’t deny that he’s in desperate need of a buff; while it’s possible for him to clear endgame content these days, he needs a lot of premium help and mechanics he can manipulate to do so. Has that stopped me from using him when or wherever I want to? No, but it has been a source of contention because of how much effort and investment is needed to make him viable at this stage in the game. It’s an unnecessary struggle—one that I would likely be better off without—but I won’t let that stop me. I’m in far too deep to give up now.

As thus, despite his flaws and the game’s determination to make him unusable, I want the very best for him. My love for this introverted, archive living, dry humor having, nerd of a man has ultimately led me to this: fishing for a singular copy of his eidolon. I purposely haven’t fished for a character since the e4 Gallagher debacle—I didn’t have high expectations going into this fishing session because of it. Miraculously, whether through divine intervention or sheer force of will, the gacha gods have seen my unyielding dedication to Dan Heng and bestowed their blessings upon me.

The Epic Saga of TJs Simultaneously Lucky, Unlucky Pulls

We’re waxing poetic for this story time because HE deserves it and I’m still reeling over this turn of events.

When I opened my game on the evening of April 30th, I had but one goal in mind: bring home the prodigal son to bestow his ultimate glory (get e6 Dan Heng). It was my hope that a single 10 pull would be enough, but the game had a different idea:

That is not Dan Heng. shocked laughter

Huh?

Anaxa on my very first ten pull of the session. My guarantee is no more, and I have brought home the wrong nerd… I’m happy yet baffled; never before has my luck presented itself in this way. Early pity characters are an exceedingly rare thing for me, and I was not prepared for this reality, at least not immediately upon beginning my session. It must be a fluke, a glitch in the matrix, because this has never happened to me before. Essentially free Anaxa, yippee!

With e0 Anaxa now in tow, I descend further into my journey. I hand over 30 more pulls to the conductor and hope that one of them will be my boy, but none of them are. I start to wonder if I should give up: I wasn’t planning on spending more than 50 pulls on this endeavor and I’m getting close to that limit. But this is for Dan Heng, and there’s no telling when the chance will come back around.

I give another 10 tickets to Pom-Pom, and they return with something unexpected:

That is not Dan Heng. woah, deja vu

Hello?!? What?

Another early and I won my 50/50? I fear there might be a cosmic ripple opening up. I’m not this lucky. I haven’t gotten two earlies this close together since DHIL was released. I don’t know how to feel. Happy, sure, but also a little bit resentful and anxious because Dan Heng still hasn’t arrived.

Now I’m really wondering if I should stop. I’m ahead by leaps and bounds—I shouldn’t keep testing fate because, historically, that has not gone well for me…. But this is for Dan Heng, and I really want his e6 (even though it’s lackluster) because he deserves it.

With e1 Anaxa on board, I fork over 10 more tickets to the conductor and hope that they will pull Dan Heng from the Archives for me:

That is not Dan Heng. TJ.exe has stopped functioning

What in the actual fuck just happened?

I’m sorry?!? A back to back? And it’s Bladie?? I’m speechless. This is not happening. I must be dreaming. 60 pulls and I have gotten not one, not two, but three five star characters…This is nothing short of a divine miracle—a full blown destruction of the simulation—and I don’t know what to do with myself.

I sit for a matter of minutes and take stock of the situation: I’ve been incredibly lucky for the last 16 minutes. It has been the craziest 16 minutes of my entire HSR experience. I’m reeling at this point. I should stop pulling. There’s absolutely no way this could get any better, it’s literally downhill from here. I’m already beyond the limit I set for myself, and drip isn’t until next week. The smartest thing to do would be to wait and see who’s coming before continuing to fish for this final eidolon.

As I ponder over this harrowing decision (while flipping the fuck out in discord) I’m reminded of what I set out to do today. I have been waiting for this final copy of Dan Heng to come home for five months now, and it’s been almost a year since I bought e4 out of the shop. I don’t want to keep waiting.

I’m not going to keep waiting.

With e1 Anaxa and Blade along for the ride, I add another 30 pulls into the mix. I’m now 90 warps deep and feeling something akin to despair. I cannot, in good conscience, do more than 100 pulls to get this eidolon. It would be one of the most reckless things I could do; I’m back on a guarantee and drip is in 5 days, I shouldn’t risk it.

But, risking it is exactly what I do. With all my hopes coalesced into this last chance, I give Pom-Pom the final 10 tickets I’m willing to part with. The train isn’t gold:

That is Dan Heng! relieved sigh

He’s home.

100 pulls later this motherfucking man has the gumption to come out of his room. I am finally free. e6 Dan Heng is mine.

With that, the wildest 27 minutes of my HSR career have come to pass. All things are exactly as they should be, and I’ve still got 100 pulls left in savings, as well as a guarantee for my next character.

Fin.

Or so I thought.

May 1st has arrived and I’m still reeling off the high that was yesterday’s luck when I opened the shop to do my monthly housekeeping. At the corner of the page, what do I see? There’s no way:

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

I could’ve gotten him for the equivalent of seven tickets if I had just waited to check the shop. Why are they running two of the rate-up four stars in the shop at the same time that they’re on the banner? Hello?? You know what, okay. -93 tickets. At least I got one hell of a rush, two new five stars, and a story out of it.

Just my luck ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Now, as tradition dictates, this is what 100 warps got me:

2 x Anaxa (new, 10 pity and e1, 37 pity)

1 x Only Silence Remains (s3)

2 x Serval (already e6)

5 x Moze (e6, yippee!)

1 x Under the Blue Sky (s11)

1 x Blade (new, 6 pity)

1 x Perfect Timing (s8)

1 x Dan Heng (e6, finally omfg)

Total = eleven 4*s & three 5*s

What a journey that was. It’s been two days now since this all went down, and I’ve had time to ruminate over it. At the end of the day, I’m over the moon with the pulls. Yes, 100 pulls is a lot to throw toward a single four star eidolon. If I had not gotten as lucky as I did, this wouldn’t have been worth it in the slightest. All my love and dedication for Dan Heng aside, this was risky and had the potential to rake me over the coals. It’s a gacha game and it doesn’t matter in the real world (because I didn’t spend any legitimate currency on it) but it would’ve been devastating if things had gone any other way.

Seeing as I’ve probably used up the entirety of my luck for the year on this fishing session, I think it’s relatively safe to say that I’ll need to watch my back for any pulls that I do in the future.

That’s a wrap on the yap. Be smart, don’t fish for characters unless you absolutely love them and can stomach the consequences. Good luck to all the Anaxa pullers! I’ll catch y’all next time.

[tagedeszorns]

Id love to know your take on the Son's of The Phoenix

They are Dorn's lot, aren't they? So they are his problem. Yeees, totally Dorn's problem here. Or what's left of him. Talk to his hand? Who knows!

Anyway .... it's always nice to have some spare gene-seed not within reach of the grubby, tainting hands of Eidolon and his malevolent figment of imagination, so it's a good idea to monitor them and keep them from getting themselves killed before harvest.

The only problem with them is that they are unfortunately quite obvious in terms of their appearance. I mean ... the name ... purple armour ... wing insignia ... ah, really not very subtle.

But luckily the decaying rest of the Imperium share three brain cells and these are currently occupied elsewhere, so no one puts one and one together.

Out of character take: I am not very fond of the idea of "loyalist Emperor's Children", because the guys are what they are and they need the pride and fall-thing and the tragic to unfold their full potential and their full charm. So my feelings towards the Sons of the Phoenix are mixed - it's okay they are out there (If "Amor Fati" taught us anything, it's that there are untouched stores for Fabius to draw from out there in the Galaxy), but GW should either use them wisely or get rid of them.

But since I don't know enough about them, to form a well-rounded opinion, I'll just sit over here playing with the original purple boys.

[sonofhelios2005]

Dead Boy Detectives and Mortal Instruments AU. This AU would see the boys existing within the same universe as the Mortal Instruments, The Dark Artifices, and other series.

Edwin would be a Warlock and experience a childhood of no parental love as his mother is aware of what he is. His demonic father isn't a named demon but an Eidolon demon. Due to his lonely upbringing, Edwin found solace in his magic and dedicated himself to mastering it. Unwilling to participate in WW1, Edwin leaves school before he is sent off to fight and sets off to explore the world. During his travels, Edwin encounters several other Warlocks who invite him into their group. The leader of this group Simon is obsessed with Edwin, and when his advances are refused, Simon uses Edwin in a ritual, which sees Edwin banished to hell.

As he is not human, Edwin isn't tortured in hell, but he is forced to make a deal with Asmodeus to get back to Earth. Back on Earth, Edwin becomes a recluse and spends years in London privately researching magic and making trips to the spiral labyrinth, becoming well known as a researcher. Edwin is not the most powerful Warlock in the world. However, he is far more knowledgeable than others who are centuries older than him. His Warlock Mark is something he has never shown anyone (Not sure what his mark would be). Edwin remains a recluse until he meets Charles Rowland in 1989.

Charles Rowland was born in the 1950s to a mortal mother, and his father, who was disgraced, deruned Shdaowhunter. Bitter about how his life turned out and that his son inherited some of his Nephilim abilities. Paul Rowland treated his child and wife horribly. Despite his abusive childhood, Charles grew up to be a kind and brave person who was completely aware of the supernatural thanks to having the sight and some enhanced physical abilities. It was entirely possible Charles could have become a full Shdaowhunter at some point however while he was away at school he had an encounter with a vampire who intrigued by his unusual smelling blood attacked and later turned him. Charles was forced to spend several years with his Sire before he could make his escape.

Charles returned home in the hope of reconnecting with his mother. However, she had left his father in those few years. His father was aware that his son was now a Downworlder, who tried to kill Charles, who was still a young vampire and was driven by instinct fought back and accidentally killed him. Before he fled his childhood home, Charles retrieved the seraph blade, and Stele that his father, had kept after being banished. Charles was shocked to find that despite being a vampire, he was somehow able to use the Stele and blade like a Shdaowhunter could. Although he fully accepted he was a vampire, Charles still had a strong desire to protect people, so he decided to use the items his father had left behind. Charles becomes the one other Downworlders will seek out to remove any demons troubling them so they don't have to bother with actual Nephilim. Charles has a particular hatred of the Clave who see him as an aberration like they do any Shdaowhunters who are part Downworlder.

Charles and Edwin met in 1989 when they were forced to work together after a stupid Warlock attempted to summon a greater demon in London, Edwin was able to bind the demon whilst Charles stabbed it through the heart and banished its essence back to hell. This was the start of their friendship and the beginning of the Payme and Rowland international Downworlder investigation agency, solving Downworlder problems since 1989.

For the other characters.

Crystal - Shdaowhunter

Niko - Faerie

Monty - Warlock (abused by Esther who is still a which)

Cat King ( Actual cat who like Church was used in a necromancy ritual so is now immortal)

Night Nurse - Reasonable Clave Official

David the Demon - A Demon

This is yet another of my mad rambling that I couldn't stop thinking about. The boys are Downworlders because normal Shdaowhunters are boring. Charles was born earlier because I wanted him to have something of a past before Edwin. Charles killing his father was an accident, and he feels guilty about not being guilty he's dead. Nephilim/Downworlder hybrids exist, so I thought, why not have Charles be a vampire who can use runes. He still has the weaknesses of a vampire, though not as bad as a regular vampire. He isn't Daylighter. Edwin's deal with Asmodeus is an issue to be dealt with in the future.

This won't actually be a story as I have no ability to write a coherent narrative.