#zacynthos

[oopsbirdficced]

glitterBOMB feat. Kolgrimm Graevarr

Story by @oopsbirdficced / ingenious_spark (AO3)

Fic rating: Explicit/NC17

Tags: IIIrd Legion | Emperor's Children, Xth Legion | Iron Hands, VIIIth Legion | Night Lords, Noise Marines, Explicit Sexual Content, Polyamory, Referenced Cannibalism, Bondage, Cock Warming, Teasing, Rough Sex, Anal Sex

Characters: Original Characters

Relationships: Kolgrimm (IH)/Eryx (EC)/Zacynthos (EC)/Deiphobus (EC)/Volupia (EC)/Kerwyn (NL) (OCs)

Summary: glitterBOMB is a Noise Marine warband, emphasis on band, and Kolgrimm Graevarr is their sound guy. And collective boyfriend. They do their best to keep him happy and sated.

[wulfgard-fantasy]

The Imperial Bestiary - Introduction

Incipit liber de naturis bestiarum: de prodigiis, de versipellibus et draconibus...

Dear Reader,

If you sought this book, you seek knowledge regarding the most dangerous, mythical, and terrifying creatures that roam the land, air, and sea: monsters. Beware, for within these pages, you shall learn of the greatest horrors that live near and far and even within our own homes, devourers of men and destroyers of all that is good and civilized.

Collected over many eras of the rise and fall of lands and nations, this bestiary reflects centuries of work of multiple authors, with some entries updated to tell of most recent events, particularly in relation to certain phenomenona occurring across the Empire and even the fall of heroes, for even the greatest heroes can succumb to powerful curses that change their nature forever.

By decree of His Highest Majesty, Emperor Doraius I, many copies of this compilation of monster lore are to be distributed across the Achaean Empire. Recent times have heralded an unusual amount of magic and monster sightings, or claims thereof, across Achaea and its borderlands. Now is the time for each King and Queen to bear their own bestiary, compiled from many books written over the ages of this great empire.

I, your humble scribe, Zacynthos of Arcadia, have copied and compiled these assorted entries and illuminations. May it please you that I have inserted the occasional annotation now and then.

May Astra watch over us all and guide you through the dark pages of this tome.

...

(( Welcome to the in-universe Wulfgard Bestiary - new entries, with medieval style illuminations, shall be posted every other Monday. Be sure to stay tuned for updates, as there are many monsters to explore!

The entries will read similarly to a real bestiary - unreliable narrator, extrapolations of abilities and concepts... no one really knows a whole lot about any of the creatures. Who knows what of the wild stories might be based in reality? They are, after all, monsters and magic - anything could be true!

Be sure to check out more about Wulfgard at these sources, and give us a follow here on Tumblr to stay updated on future bestiary entries, new books, and other updates. Be sure to head over to Maegan’s Patreon for a chance to vote on upcoming bestiary entries and learn more about your favorite monsters in Wulfgard! ))

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[emeraldwatts]

since i’ve not been active for a while i thought i’d update u on my personal life

i graduated with a 99/100 (i would have gotten a 100 but i was in the middle of the biggest injustice istg i will explain it someday, but its still a huge thing, i am basically a genius ok?)

my crush got really drunk last saturday and confessed and i’m so fkn happy but also scared because what is love baby don’t hurt me don’t hurt me no more

i drunkenly came out to my crush and my other friend that night

i’ve officially educated my whole family on a lot of issues, and now my own mom has been defending poc at her workplace so much more (we do as albanians get a lot of xenophobic comments here in italy and always had but she always brushed them off but now she’s fighting for her and other immigrants rights on the workplace cause she works mostly with brown people)

on the 15th i’m leaving for an 8 day trip to zacynthos (greece) with some of my classmates

yesterday i would have told my mental health (esp my ed ) had gotten better (i baked a pie yesterday!!) but lol who am i kidding (i relapsed and broke my almost two year clean record) but hopefully now it’s going to get better

my dad left again lol and i really hope i don’t see him for a long time (my mom is also very fed up with him apparently she said she will spill the tea one day)

weirdly enough i have not changed my hair color yet

i’m still very gay

[clodiuspulcher]

Heroides I: Penelope to Ulysses/Ulixes/Ὀδυσσεύς/𐌄T𐌔OV

Penelope sends you this, long-suffering Ulysses,

but don’t write back to me: come yourself! Troy lies in ruins, hated by us Greek girls; Priam and all of Troy were hardly worth so high a price. O would that when Paris with his Spartan fleet sought Helen, That womanizer had been buried by the wild waves! Then I wouldn’t lay here, cold in our empty bed , Nor mourn, abandoned, the days slowly passing, Nor would my heavy web exhaust my widowed hands, weaving deception all night. When have I not feared imagined dangers, greater than the truth? Love is a thing full of anxious fear. I imagined Trojan soldiers marching against you; I grow pale, always, at the mention of Hector. And if anyone told a story about, say, Antilochus conquered by the enemy, Antilochus made me afraid; Or if they said Patroclus had fallen in his false arms, I wept that such tricks could lack success. Tlepolemus made the Lycian spear warm with blood, Now I worry again that he might die. And further, whoever of the Greek camp had been killed, The heart of their lover turned cold as ice. But the fair-minded god looked after my chaste love. Troy was overturned, incinerated, with my man safe and sound. Our generals return, our altars smoke; barbarian treasure is placed before the gods of our fathers. Women give thanks for the gift of their husbands safe; Their men sing of the doomed Troy they conquered. Upright old men and fearful girls marvel; A wife hangs on every word of her husband’s tale. And someone at the table re-enacts the fierce battles, He paints all of Troy with a little wine: “Here ran the Simois; Here was Sigean earth; Here stood the high palace of old Priam. Here Achilles camped, here Ulysses; Here the mangled Hector terrified the horses urged to gallop.” Indeed, old Nestor told all this to your son, sent to ask about you, and he relayed it to me. And he told of Rhesus and Dolon cut down by your sword, One of whom was betrayed by sleep, the other by deceit. You dared - Oh, you so very, astoundingly forgetful of us at home! - to attack the Thracian camp with nocturnal trickery, And so many men you slaughtered, aided only by one! You were sure careful then, thinking of me first! And how my heart shook with fear, while you, my dear hero, were said to have ridden through the battle lines on Ismarus’s horses. But how does it help me if Troy falls to your arms, and its great walls fall to earth, If I remain alone, as I was when Troy once stood And my man is absent, stolen from me, by this forever war? To others, Troy might have fallen, but to me alone it stands, Where now the victor lives, and plows with captive oxen, Already a field where once was Troy seeks the scythe’s harvest, the earth grows rich with Phrygian blood; The half-buried bones of men are struck by the curving plow, grass occupies ruined homes. You, oh victor, are absent, and I’m not allowed to know what killed you or in what world you’re cruelly hiding! Anyone who turns his wandering ship towards this shore leaves only after I’ve drilled him about you.  And what he will give you, if he ever sees you, are the letters written by my hand, handed over to him. I sent to Pylos, to the Nelean fields of ancient Nestor; half-truths and rumors came back form Pylos. I sent to Sparta, nothing of truth from Sparta either. Which lands are you living in now, or with whom do you delay? Apollo’s walls standing even now would be of more use to me, I grow angry, alas, at my useless prayers! I might have known where you were fighting, and feared the great war, And my complaints would’ve been joined to those of many. But I don’t even know what to be afraid of now - so I fear all things, out of my mind with worry, And the wide plain of my worry stretches out, out. Whatever dangers the sea holds, or the earth, such long delays make me fear both. And- stupidly- I fear this, which is to say, your will- You could be captured by a foreign love. And perhaps you will tell them, how your wife is a simply country woman, Only fit to work raw wool  Let me be deceived, and let this crime vanish into thin air, Please, let it not be that you, with the freedom to return, would rather be away! My father Icarius compels me to leave my widowed bed and chides my long delays. He can chide as long as he wants - I am yours, I should be called yours. Penelope will ALWAYS be the wife of Ulysses. My father is broken by my piety and faithful prayers and he tempers his will. A luxurious, excessive crowd of suitors rush me into ruin, of Dulichium and Samos and those who high Zacynthos holds, And with no reservations, they rule YOUR palace; My heart, your riches are torn to pieces. What should I say to you about how Pisander, Polybus, cruel Medon, the greedy hands of Eurymachus and Antinous, and others, those who you, shamefully absent, nourish with riches won by your blood? Destitute Irus and Melanthius the driver of your flock - for eating - are the final shame heaped upon your ruin. Us unwarlike number only three: Your unarmed wife, old Laertes, and young Telemachus. My son was almost  stolen from me recently, through deceit, When he was preparing to go to Pylos, with all opposed. I pray that the gods order that, with the will of the fates, he will close my eyes in death, and yours! To make this happen: the guardian of your cows, the aged nurse, the third the faithful watchman of the filthy pigsty; But Laertes, as he is unable now to bear arms, is now unable to hold the palace with so many enemies. Age will make Telemachus a stronger man, if only he lives; Now he must be guarded, with his father’s help- I don’t have the strength to drive away these enemies from our home. Swiftly, you, come, a safe harbor and altar for your own! You have a son (I pray he’ll still be alive) who needed to be taught the skills of his father in his more tender years. Consider Laertes: who, so that you might close his eyes, holds back death to the very last day. And I, but a girl when you left, as fast as you may arrive, will seem to have become an old woman.

[wulfgard-fantasy]

The Imperial Bestiary (masterlist)

(( Welcome to the in-universe Wulfgard Bestiary - new entries, with medieval style illuminations, shall be posted every other Monday. On this page, you will find the masterlist to all entries posted so far.

The entries will read similarly to a real bestiary - unreliable narrator, extrapolations of abilities and concepts... no one really knows a whole lot about any of the creatures. Who knows what of the wild stories might be based in reality? They are, after all, monsters and magic - anything could be true!

Be sure to check out more about Wulfgard at these sources, and give us a follow here on Tumblr to stay updated on future bestiary entries, new books, and other updates. Be sure to head over to Maegan’s Patreon for a chance to vote on upcoming bestiary entries and learn more about your favorite monsters in Wulfgard! ))

Incipit liber de naturis bestiarum: de prodigiis, de versipellibus et draconibus...

Dear Reader,

If you sought this book, you seek knowledge regarding the most dangerous, mythical, and terrifying creatures that roam the land, air, and sea: monsters. Beware, for within these pages, you shall learn of the greatest horrors that live near and far and even within our own homes, devourers of men and destroyers of all that is good and civilized.

Collected over many eras of the rise and fall of lands and nations, this bestiary reflects centuries of work of multiple authors, with some entries updated to tell of most recent events, particularly in relation to certain phenomenona occurring across the Empire and even the fall of heroes, for even the greatest heroes can succumb to powerful curses that change their nature forever.

By decree of His Highest Majesty, Emperor Doraius I, many copies of this compilation of monster lore are to be distributed across the Achaean Empire. Recent times have heralded an unusual amount of magic and monster sightings, or claims thereof, across Achaea and its borderlands. Now is the time for each King and Queen to bear their own bestiary, compiled from many books written over the ages of this great empire.

I, your humble scribe, Zacynthos of Arcadia, have copied and compiled these assorted entries and illuminations. May it please you that I have inserted the occasional annotation now and then.

May Astra watch over us all and guide you through the dark pages of this tome.

------------

Werewolves

Dragons

Vampires

Gryphons

Lizardfolk

The Creep

Gargoyles

Chaos Races (Orcs, Goblins, Hobgoblins, Ogres)

Wyverns

(More entries every few months. Entries are written by Maegan/Maverick-Werewolf.)

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