#GLORY TO BLACKROCK!!!!!

[sigkinhater]

hello phighting tumblr community i was drawing in my sketchbook during class

[phightinghottakes]

I hate it when people say Blackrock doesn't have decent food or have no culture at all. ''They're all to busy doing work for Blackrock to have a culture'' BITCH THERES A THING CALLED WORK CULTURE TOO. As long as there's people/demons there's going to be a basis for how they would interact with each other ''oh it's too cold to grow food there'' ??? THERES STILL A DECENT FOOD SOURCE IN COLD PLACES?? REINDEER. BIRDS. FISHES. FUCK MAYBE EVEN PENGUINS, SEALS AND WHALES SINCE THEY PROBABLY ARENT ENDANGERED IN THEIR WORLD AND IS A PROBABLE FOOD SOURCE. ASSUMING THEY DONT WASTE ANY PART THEY GET ENOUGH NUTRIENTS. They don't need to grow food to have some food. They could just hunt yk yk. Still, as much as fun to think Blackrock's region is all ice snow and rock I do want to think it's more like ''our climate cold af and our winters long and horrible but we do get summer long enough tbh'' bet their wheat and other grains is genetically engineered to be more resistant to the cold, I just searched it up and it turns out Rye is most resistant to the cold so I guess Blackrock has Rye as one their most common grain. Secondly I believe their food are PACKED with nutrients. Made to only take a small bite or two and giving you an energy boost to get trough the day, some come with a LOT of flavour some too bland, but the richer you are the more flavor choices you got. I wanna believe Blackrock makes insane bread. Bread with cheese. Bread with nuts . Bread with berries and nuts. Bread so sweet it should be dessert. Bet they bank on sandwiches too. Bet they could make grilled cheese that can kill you. I'm not forgetting demons don't need to eat but they can still want. And I'd like to think of reasons why. As funny as it is, it also feels so lazy to just say "yeah their food bland af haha" about Blackrock man

A lot of these are actually good points (and I love world building backed up by real world phenomena and whatnot!!).

I could see how “the government would want to waste resources on making actually good food for their population so it’s all over processed tasteless bars” could be an excuse but… they literally don’t need to eat. Eating in that sense would just be more of a want. Why waste resources manufacturing products that people literally don’t want,,

Honestly, seeing how their faction is portrayed (in both fan and canon material), I would say that their (work) culture would be something to the effect of the work culture of modern South Korea/Japan (with the whole thing about cram schools, insanely brutal work culture, and ALL HAIL SAMSUNG) with European influences here and there because I hc that.

But yeah that”s my two cents sorry if that went a little bit more hc-y

[evil-gang-system]

@grtstinvntr

[acupofinkedblood]

Pre-disaster Medkit x reader x Subspace

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• Having been spawned in Blackrock is certainly a conflicting experience for said Inphernals. On the one hand, they were introduced to the pride of their region at such young age, were nurtured by the promise of a better future when Blackrock had achieved its influential glory that spread all across Inpherno. They were the tomorrow of which Blackrock had entrusted, especially those who were taken in by the government personally. Yet on the other hand, everyone knows the deed about Blackrock’s dullness as well as how distant the Inphernals there are. Blackrock does not believe in tears, everyone knows that. And you do too. Ever since the day you came into this world, you were taken by the authorities to be able to educate your ‘promising talents’ so that you can serve this region. It’s your fate at this point

• It’s not that much of a surprise when you met other fellow children when the caretakers took you to the kindergarten facility. After all, the more young talented one they have control over, the better for the sake of Blackrock’s future. None of them looked like they were keen on starting a conversation, and by that time, you probably felt the same too. Slightly dumbfounded, maybe a hint of uncertainty in such strange environment. After all, when you just spawned, you were already dragged away to this place with little explanation - something about your purpose and continuing legacy and so on. Your time at Blackrock has started like that, a dull color of the walls and pile of books of advanced knowledge. Nothing more, nothing less

• The said children need to go through a test after a good while of being provided with proper education, mostly to choose some worthy ones to pay attention too. Fortunately enough, you have passed the exam with little room for error! It was definitely something worth celebrating about, especially when you have managed to prove your worth to the higher ups. As for the other? Who knows anyway. The authorities might have some other trivial tasks to assign to them. Personnels are a great source of Blackrock at this time after all. It’s best to not waste them. On the other hand, your faith has been paved to another direction, away from them. You were chosen as one of their bright stars, as well as some other bright students of the facility who will soon be trained by the superiors themselves - what an honor!

• Though you didn’t really mind any of them much, since you know that most of them have better things to attend to rather than socializing too much for the sake of friendship or whatsoever. They have always been like that, Blackrock folks have always been like that in their nature. Sure, casual interaction did happen from time to time, but it wasn’t enough to form a mutual friendship. A bit uneasy, that was understandable for you to feel so. But at some point, you will miss this moment of solitude that you used to have control over because you might have lost that little privilege of feeling the inner peace within your mind when a certain pink-horned Inphernal spotted you during the training program. Trust me, you will miss your peace, I’m not pulling your leg

• Your first meeting with Subspace wasn’t actually the most pleasant experience. Definitely not the worst, but you have seen better examples of good manner — even those with poor excuse of a glorified oxygen tank is more pleasant than that somewhat — which at least it’s more than enough for you to make a face toward Subspace’s behavior. Who in their right mind would come up to someone out of the blue then demand them to fix their own project because they were doing it ‘wrong’? You didn’t know who the hell was this guy. Before you could protest, Subspace already explained in details on why your project was a miserable waste of potential. He kept going on and on for who knew how long. This dude was the example of an obnoxious know-it-all, especially now. Though Subspace did make sense actually. He had good observations, it was just that he had quite the peculiar way to shove it into someone’s mouth whether they like it or not

• After that endless lecture, he glanced at you as if he was expecting you to start praising him. Subspace had always been the mentor’s favorite investment due to his outstanding performance both in thinking and execution. He was the center of attention, so it was understandable how he was waiting for you to compliment his analysis as he was technically doing you a huge favor by offering you a chance to be heard by the ‘great Subspace’ himself. If you didn’t have enough brain cell to proceed the situation quick enough, it’s guaranteed that he will definitely make a fuss about it. Weren’t you impressed by him? Then he would prove you wrong! Think of it as a narcissistic speech that calling you out for being arrogant. I’m serious, that’s Subspace for you - he has always been like that much to everyone’s distress

• It wasn’t until you were fished out of the situation by a fellow Inphernal who seemed to be just as fed up as you when it came to Subspace. Medkit might not be the best when it came to being a peacemaker, but is the one of the few people that could drag Subspace back to save other’s peace? Probably. And here Medkit was wondering where did his nuisance of a partner just ran off to, just to find out he was out here terrorizing you much to his own amusement. The two of them went back and forth about leaving you in peace. Subspace didn’t feel like stopping, which Medkit had to take your side to shoo him off to his place. It was comical, being stuck between them arguing as if they were a moment away from biting each other’s head. In the end, Subspace finally left because he ‘had something more important than dealing with stubborn amateurs’ thanks to Medkit’s efforts. But did he give up on pestering you? Oh you wish

• Though when you looked back, you realized that Medkit was giving you this apologetic look before saying sorry on the behalf of his partner. Pre-disaster Medkit was definitely not as uptight as the current version of his. He was more opened somewhat, and showed that he cared about others without the need to hold himself back. Stress hadn’t dragged his man’s smile down into a frown just yet. One could even describe Medkit during that moment as a relaxed individual with that unspoken charm he carried when he wasn’t being buried under a pile of reports. Before he followed Subspace, he decided to take a bit of time to check up on you. A friendly conversation, you could think of it as such. Before he left, he even made a jest about if Subspace kept bothering you, you could always come to him for help

• After that encounter with Subspace and Medkit, you might get this odd feeling of your peace slowly getting turned upside down even when the day was just as normal as ever. Just a head up: Your intuition wasn’t wrong. You weren’t overthinking it up because within no time, your normal dull life will bid you a farewell before it packs everything up to leave and leave the chaos tending you instead. Because as if those deities from above wanted to make a joke out of your life, you have became a crush of, not just one, but two people at the same time period. To make it worse, those two hated each other as if they were like sliver nitrate and sodium chloride - in which came into contact would form a displacement reaction of precipitation, simply cannot harmonize together. Before you realized it, things already went south

• You still thought of them as your friends since what could possibly happen? It felt nice to have company of two person who, funny enough, were like yin and yang. You found it to be amusing, which was probably why you didn’t mind Subspace’s questionable behavior or didn’t think too much of Medkit’s nice gesture. The three of you were like a trio, much to everyone’s surprise. But in reality, things were a bit different than you imagined

• Ever since that interaction, Subspace just kept appearing in pure ‘coincidences’ as he claimed it to be whenever you were around. Even when he didn’t care for the not-so-positive first impression hae had made, he simply gave himself the right to think that it wasn’t that bad anyway. Mainly he wanted to get under your skin for the fun of it, but also wanted your attention as much as possible. Whenever he feels the urge to, he will just seek you out and drag you into indulging in some of his research even when it wasn’t even your field. But that was even better because he could ramble on and on about what he was doing if you question him. He enjoyed being looked up, especially by you. Even his way of pursuance was rather…obnoxious

• Subspace is arrogant as hell. It wasn’t that much of a secret on how he thought he was better than anyone else. But that way of thinking had its reasons. He was the brightest star of the facility who was greedy for achievements of his own, he knew he was better as he never stopped learning and trying, and those praises were what got him going until now. Through trials and errors, he received their approval with the promise of the next big shot. That mindset gave him the confidence to know exactly what was he doing. Being around people who wasn’t insecure was actually quite the fresh air, if you knew what I meant. If you had any uncertainty, he would be more than willing to give you a piece of his mind to set you on the correct path. The thing here was that Subspace had the ability to determine which theory could have worked regarding the current circumstances, so he knew exactly what he was doing when provided insight to you - who he wholeheartedly adored

• Sometimes Subspace would just following you around when he had nothing better to do. Pre-disaster Subspace wasn’t as busy as a bee compared to the current time. He wasn’t promoted to a higher position just yet, but was just a candidate for it. Of course, that gave him plenty of break time with how quickly he finished all of his reports in normal days. Usually he would drag you to stay by him while he was doing some research, but if you declined just in time he was getting bored of his little project, then congratulations - you just got yourself a little tail that definitely made his presence known with how lousy he was. He was like a magnet to you. Though it wasn’t in a cute puppy way, but rather a goddamn sticky flytrap that insists on not letting you go as long as he was in his break time

• If you were the type to not enjoy blank moment of silence in a conversation, then it was never a dull moment around Subspace. He was such a yapper, it felt as if there was no way that you could make him stop being such a smartass. Whether it was about his project, himself, his accomplishments or anything — yes, he mainly talked about himself unless you have something more interesting to drag him into — he could never shut up as long as he was still awake. Though a funny thing about that was Subspace could be such an interesting gossip partner. Observant might not sit in the same sentence with Subspace for the majority of the time, but when it comes with ‘to prove that he is better’? Buckle up buttercup, you just got a free ticket to the hottest tea you could ever imagine

• Though of course, his default wasn’t sugar, spice and everything nice. He was mean, whether it was his nature or he simply didn’t want to acknowledge the other way around. Subspace was the prime example of a menace. Fortunately enough, this menace adored you. If someone picked on you — like a co-worker of yours or some other low-ranking idiot — he wouldn’t just sit there patting your back to comfort you, oh no no. Subspace would drag those who had wronged you down to the mud, even got them out of your way forever if he felt the need to. He did that behind your back because he knew that you wouldn’t approve of his way of sweeping trash out of your feet. If you ever questioned about why someone was fired in your department, Subspace would just grin before dragging you away to clear your mind instead

• Subspace’s love language consists of physical touch and gift giving. Gift giving was pretty self-explanatory, since he did want you to look at the present he got you so that you can be reminded of him. As absurd as the sound, it used to be all handmade by him from scrapped materials that he didn’t need in his main work anymore. Before he even came up with the idea of making a Biograft, he used to gift you a little toy which resembled a mini version of himself with moveable limbs. It did look cute though, you gotta give him credit for that. As for physical touch, do I have to explain how much of a leech that bastard could be? He could literally be glued to your hip if work didn’t come first. Him touching each other wasn’t a big deal, sure. But Subspace only let others touch him if they were someone he tolerated, and well - he liked you. Therefore, he tolerated you

• Then again, there was someone out there that could be quite the rival for Subspace to look out for. He simply lost count how many times Medkit had managed to scoop you out of his company under the excuse of needing some help in the lab. Subspace wasn’t the only one who had taken a liking to you. If he wanted to file a complaint against Medkit, then the engineer himself would simply clicked his tongue in annoyance. He wouldn’t dare, as Medkit would roll his eyes while putting a hand behind your back like a habit

• Unlike Subspace’s intensity, Medkit provided you a nice little comfort zone so that you could have some peace of mind. It felt good to take a quiet moment to yourself after your ears have been tortured by the relentless speech of a certain someone, wasn’t it? Medkit’s company was a pill to soothe your worries in this cold facility. Sometimes you even joked about him being a doctor with how well he handled wounds or other’s wellbeing so effortlessly, and he simply scoffed at it lightheartedly. You didn’t know that he only did it for you. Medkit could never imagine him being a doctor, but hearing you thought so kinda caught his interest somewhat. Not gonna happen soon though, as he thought

• He was a nice guy. For someone who had to be stuck with Subspace for the majority of the time, it was surprised to see that they were like two different sides of a coin. If Subspace only wanted what benefited him, then Medkit used to want to ensure people’s wellbeing before his own needs first. He simply wanted to make the world a better place where everyone could live without pain or suffering. That was admirable of him, on how much he cared, how much he wished to achieve his goal and how much he wanted it. Medkit prioritized caring for others first, that included you. Altruism might not be the best word to describe him during that time, but he was definitely anything but selfish. Which how much Medkit loved you, he just wanted to make his dream come true quicker just for your sake

• Medkit was definitely a gentleman when he was in love. All he wanted to do was to keep you safe. He cared, and he wasn’t afraid to show it to you when he felt like the right moment had arrived. Tending to your general health at any possible moment, doting on you when he realized you were tired, going back and forth just to get you something…Maybe he would call himself out for being so cringey, yet when he looked at you, he simply forgot about how embarrassing it would be for someone like him to be so hopeless within your palm. If Subspace was a fever dream, then Medkit was the serenity of a future domestic partner. He was so gentle with you, even when he was being playful. One thing for sure was that Medkit definitely smiled more when he was around you, which made some of his friends like Grav or Wrap teased him nonstop about it

• If you don’t want to go to Subspace for any questions you had in mind at the moment or he was nowhere to be seem, you knew exactly who would he there to entertain your curiosity. Medkit was such a yapper, if you allowed him to. He took pride in his studies after all. His research didn’t just stop at what Blackrock had originally assigned him to do because of his own interest in matters revolving around life itself. You would be surprised to hear the logic behind his theory about the connection between an Inphernal’s gear and the deity that was supposed to be in charge of that region. Or some mechanical matter that you needed some advice on performing correctly. Trust me, he would geek out immediately. Though at some point he would realized how much he was rambling and stopped midway. That flustered awkward smile was definitely a cute sight of his

• There was something he kept away from you though. Like you already knew, Medkit was a scientist, though his field leaning more to engineering. With that being said, you could believe that he had quite the keen eye to sketch the blueprint out of his mind. But did you know that inside that little notebook he always kept by his side, blueprints weren’t the only thing that he sketched inside? You sure had taken quite the spot on the pages with how Medkit just kept daydreaming about you while zoning out. He wouldn’t say that he was the artistic type. Maybe he could be familiar with gears and machines, but you? Hell, he kept drawing you over and over again, yet he didn’t have the guts to show you. Mainly was that he felt embarrassed, but also because he felt like his skill wasn’t that impressive to begin with. Maybe one day in the near future, if the book wasn’t left behind for unknown reasons, of course

• Don’t think that this guy would be just your average nerd who was just so happen to be pretty handsome himself. If you thought Medkit was just all uptight and no-nonsense during this time, then he would gladly prove you wrong. This man was serious for most of the time because he had something better to pay his mind to — you, for example — rather than bothering himself with unnecessary trivia. But that didn’t mean he didn’t know how to have fun. His humor might be a tad dry, though it was pretty entertaining to see him used his sarcasm on you in a lighthearted manner. If he wasn’t the one that trying to crack a joke to cheer you up, then he would be the one who was caught off guard with your little tease then proceeded to stiffen his laughter. And you already knew the drill: Medkit’s laughter worth every little silly thing you did to make him less tense

• His love language when it came to you was act of service and quality time. He mesmerized your schedule, your reference to your coffee, picking up a little thing about your quirk to analyze on how should he be at your services in an appropriate sense. From the little thing such as caring the equipment for you, to personally heal you if you got injured in an experiment. would be the type to quietly put a blanket over your shoulders if you dozed off on your desk, then carefully tidied it up while occasionally stealing a glance over your peaceful state. When you woke up, he would be sure to put a hot coffee near you to help you freshen up. Since Subspace kept taking most of your time, Medkit couldn’t help but wanting to kick that rascal in the face so he could have some quality time with you. After all, you both need a bit of escapism to relax together, right? Just you and him, maybe a glass of coffee or a pack of cigarettes, together

• The two of them were smitten by you, but they hated each other enough to quietly made it a competition on who could win your favor first rather than telling you right away. It was like an endless game of tug and war. If only just knew just how stubborn the both of them were, the things they tried to do to win your heart. Medkit could try and deal with Subspace by dragging him away from you as much as he could for your sake, while Subspace wouldn’t hesitate to sabotage the other just to make his image looked better in your eyes. They kept throwing dirt into each other’s place years after years. Would things be better if they just told you right away without this stupid waiting period? Maybe. Would they do it? Hell no. If they had to keep this up until the three of you got into a nursing home, then they would without a second doubt. How childish

• It was funny how you remained a neutral ground with them when they were an inch away from taking each other’s eye out. If you failed to acknowledge any of their feelings, then you were guilty of accidentally dragging this whole drama out for a ridiculous amount of time. Even your fellow co-workers just wanted to beg you to choose between one of them already. But then again, would that be a good idea? If you chose Medkit, then would Subspace actually leave the two of you in peace? If you chose Subspace, then would Medkit still playing nice? Honestly, you got yourself in quite the tight mess. Good luck with dealing with them, no one can fish you out of this situation now. But then again, they wouldn’t try to do anything drastic to each other soon, right?

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Note: Should I cut down on the details of my headcanons? I feel like it’s too detailed (｡•́︿•̀｡) Though I usually want to make the setting clear- What should I do?

Note 2: I used past tense in this specific work for a reason, not just out of the blue (・∀・)

[antikittysocial]

small theory time

alright so shedletsky is getting US to collect the swords. must mean he's pretty desperate, using the idea that he sent us in specific back in time compared to literally anyone else to get them.

alright so first two swords. from griefer's dialogue we know that mayor thaniyel (in his glory days) was the strongest of the sword guardians, and he mentions that 'even blackrock's king couldn't compare', implying cruel king is/was the second strongest.

and which two swords do we get first?

y e a h .

so what if shedletsky made us get the ghostwalker so early so that we wouldn't misbehave or get taken over by the swords, or have them amplifying our emotions? that sounds obvious, but both cruel king and griefer have been described as kind and much gentler than their current selves before being manipulated by the swords.

it could also be so that the firebrand doesn't try to take us as sacrifice, seeing us as less than human or as having half a soul due to the inability to feel emotions as wholly as most.

[wtfgaylittlezooid]

Glory to Blackrock Kingdom

[spiralstereo]

ARE YOU GUYS READY

FOR THEIR FULL & UPDATED DESIGNS???

Party Cola

xe/they || polyromantic asexual || 27

Leader of Playground

Gear- Bloxy Cola || Accessory- Party Hat

Party Cola tends to forget they're the leader of Playground, xey're basically just a normal citizen with privileges, due to Playground being heavily socialist.

Glory

they/them || agender, aroace || 44

Leader of Thieves Den

Gear- Elven Blade of Glory

Glory doesn't speak or make their presence know. Not much is known about them, except for the fact they're formerly a samurai, & that they know things others don't.

Cowbell

he/him || asexual, heteroromantic || 62

Leader of Lost Temple

Gear- Revolver || Accessory- Cowbell

Cowbell, although selfish & egotistical, cares deeply about those he's close with. He considers anyone that's close to him family, & will do anything in his power to protect them.

Pulse Railgun

she/her || lesbian || 71

Leader of Blackrock

Gear- Blue Pulse Sci-Fi Railgun

Pulse is a former soldier that was involved in a horrible & tragic accident, leading her to become the way that she is. Because of her history, she is widely feared throughout most factions.

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PLEASE. SEND ME ASKS ABOUT THEM...

OK OK ALTHOUGH I DONT HAVE ALL THEIR DESIGNS...& THEIR FINALIZED ONES IM GONNA SHARE MY PHIGHTING FACTION LEADERS....

btw this doesnt have all their info...because im gonna share all of it when i have their full designs

(The only one i actually have art of...sorry...)

Party Cola (Bloxy Cola/Party Hat)

xe/they // april 11th // 28

polyromantic, asexual

playground

Party Cola is the youngest leader out of all four, xey're also the liveliest of them all- but also the most responsible. Xey're a wildcard.

Glory (Elven Blade of Glory)

they/them // december 23rd // 44

aroace

thieves den

Glory is most mysterious of them all, they are selectively mute & prefer to keep to themselves. They're fairly neutral, but they are not fond of Cowbell due to their past.

Cowbell (Revolver)

he/him // july 4th // 62

asexual, heteromantic

lost temple

Cowbell is rather loud & obnoxious. He considers Pulse his best friend, spending time with her rather often, even having framed photos of them spending time together in his office. However, Pulse only considers him an acquaintance

I'LL HAVE MORE CONTENT ABOUT THEM SOON...please please ask me about them

[starlit-ocs]

The leaders meeting.

Blackrock 'HEXAGON', universe # [REDACTED].

The four faction leaders of this world sit around the long meeting table, mostly in awkward silence except for the leader of Blackrock, who is boasting about something to the Lost Temple leader, who is attentively listening beside her.

They all appear to be...waiting. Waiting for the three leaders from another world.

-@leading-inpherno

"This is the place, yeah?" "Of course it is, seedling. Glory told me to take us all here when the time was to come... And you behave, Snakewhip." -> The snake demon hisses softly in annoyance, her arms crossed behind her back as she followed the other two. She wasn't too fond of being in Blackrock, even if it wasn't her own. -> Three voices came in from the distance. It seems like the guests have arrived.

[exnoiafork]

our interpretation of darkheart x reader (angryheart...) ?? if thats okay.. (/nf ofc!!)

-hexx & sovvka 🌀

angry!darkheart heart x reader

☆ TL;DR: the spiral stereo’s version of darkheart is just traumatized by Illumina and he was kicked out lol

☆ also this is the response to the other 2 people who asked for a darkheart req.

….

☆ 2/23/2020

☆ today I was exploring an.. ancient ruin of some sorts! apparently it belonged to the sfoth deity named.. darkheart. that’s from history class, i’ll admit..

☆ I’ve always been interested in the sfoth deities! like, they’re pretty majestic but, yet some of them interact with us .. mortals.

☆ oh, i’m getting ahead of myself! the ruins had a lot of weird .. drawings. specifically those like ancient-drawings that you see on caves? yeah, those!

☆ it looked.. really worn down too. I tried to imagine what it looked like before , but I think it’s beyond repair. I kinda wish to see it in its full glory! imagine that..

….

☆ 2/24/2020

☆ so.. I’ve been seeing a few weird shadows following me whenever I go outside? it only lasts for a few minutes so , definitely not stalking!

☆ but.. I’m not sure how to feel about this. yeah, it’s only when i go outside but.. someone’s definitely watching me.

☆ i just want.. actually. maybe they care for me! or whatever pronouns they go by , but.. I’ll need to keep my guard up for a while.

☆ 2/25/2020

☆ okay! um.. the shadows are starting to talk to me! they’re.. very friendly, so I can’t really complain.. but, it’s kinda creepy? maybe — .. maybe ghosts are real? orr maybe not?? actually, ghosts ARE real! there’s evidence they’ve existed for a while now!

☆ ghosts aside.. they introduced us as.. darkheart? the sword deity that was.. missing! for a while! their followers have been on their knees praying for them to come back but— I’ve figured that ruin was haunted in some way. it was… creepy.

☆ but .. dark as I like to call them.. they didn’t trust me as first, as all people do but.. they were more.. distraught.. than normal people! like, I don’t wanna offend them and all but.. i just wonder what happened to them. i can’t help but feel worried, even though I’ve met them once.

….

☆ 8/14/2024

☆ oh. Dark opened up. it’s because of.. Illumina? i thought she was lowkey just a chill guy! but.. ugh.. is that why they’re so angry? i mean.. i can’t blame them at all. considering what they told me is true.. i can see bruises all over them, and.. i .. i want to comfort them but.. i don’t know how.

☆ i don’t want to say the wrong thing. I’ve experienced it.. before… and the thought of someone experiencing something.. like that.. it makes me sick to my stomach. I— i don’t know how to feel about this! I just want to help them out however i can. just.. i need some time.

☆ 8/15/24

☆ okay. um.. i managed to get darkheart some cake! i figured they would like it, i love cake myself, but they like phish a lot. specifically the ones phished up from the crossroads river to blackrock. they said they.. live there. i dunno how, but as long as you’re comfy.

☆ i.. i know how to cook phish pretty well, so i asked for a phish from them and.. cooked it! my signature dish, i cook it all the time, and yet i don’t know what to name it.

☆ man.. that was a REAL mood switch from yesterday.. but, whatever it takes, i guess!

☆ in all honesty, darkheart liked the phish. they gobbled it up like some.. hungry cat you find at the street if you give food to them! imagine that! we also talked about a lot of things, like shadow things and all.

☆ even though they still have a bit of .. anger issues.. i still love them nonetheless!

[applesaucify]

glory to blackrock

thr

[skymagpie]

Shazidra of clan Stonefang - Short Backstory [Warlords of Draenor]

1. Early Life

In the rocky, harsh, mountains of the north, Clan Stonefang considered prematurely born children a bad omen, a sign of incoming hardships for the clan. The chieftain and mother, Makdura, was advised to leave the child to die, but the clan's Farseer, Akh’tra, claimed that the birth of the baby was heralded by a raging storm and the sighting of a black wolf, which were signs of a great shaman.

Under Farseer Akh'tra's guidance, Shazidra would grow up showing great promise as a shaman, succeeding in all the dangerous trials and rites of passage she had to undertake over the years to secure her place in the clan. While her mother Makdura loved her, Shazidra was closer to Akh'tra than to her own parents. The young girl and the old woman would meditate with the elements for days and even weeks at a time, away from the rest of the clan.

2. War with the Blackrock Clan

Bordering the territories of the expansionist Blackrock clan to the west and the Thunderlords to the east, the small clan Stonefang was forced to compromise with it's neighbors over territory over the years. While their relationships remained friendly, Chief Makdura was forced to maintain the peace by sending some of her warriors as tribute to the other clans to serve in their cause. While this move was seen as foolish, given that they were arming the enemy while disarming themselves, Makdura knew that even with all their warriors, they would never be able to win an all-out fight against Blackrock and hoped that by showing good will to those clans they will be left

However with this shaky alliance being barely held together over two decades, this peace could no longer be maintained as Blackrock would attack Stonefang territories for precious metals for their weapons and armor. The Stonefangs preferred to live in with the land, taking only half of what their home had to offer, and leaving the other half to nature. With this mindset and values they shared with the Frostwolves and the Whiteclaws, they refused to follow merge with clan Blackrock.

Knowing that a war is inevitable and that her prematurely born daughter, who was smaller and weaker than the other orcs, would certainly not survive the conflict, Makdura made the choice to give Shazidra over to clan Thunderlord as tribute. She hoped that they would accept her, not knowing of how deep their corruption ran.

(The rest of the story and art are below the cut!)

Shazidra refused to simply be given to a clan that already took so much from hers over the years and she thought about running away in the mountains to seeking help from the Frostwolf Clan. She was confident she would survive the journey to their distant neighbors as she trusted the elements to be on her side.

However, she would not get the chance as clan Blackrock would attack without warning, killing the majority of her clan that fought back, including her mother, chief Makdura, as well as Farseer Akh'tra.

3. Imprisonment by the Blackrock Clan

While the Blackrock had no reason to spare her, a male orc she knew by the name Kortag would vouch for her, convincing the others that her shaman powers would be useful to the Blackrock forges and that she would soon bend her knee and serve the clan. Kortag was raised together with Shazidra and given as tribute to the Blackrock clan in his youth. He and Shazidra spent their early teen years training and learning together, speaking of how they would be each other mates once they came of age.

Feeling loyalty to his former friend, Kortag took her as his own prisoner, hoping that in few days or even weeks, she would see reason and see that their weak clan had to fall and yet she can live on and achieve glory under Blackhand's command.

Shazidra refused. Having witnessed the death of her family, her friends, the genocide of her clan, she would rather die than serve Blackhand and this new Horde. Stubborn and prideful, Kortag did not relent and he decided he will do whatever it takes to break her will. Instead of the comfort he first offered her in his own quarters, he now chained her in a cold iron prison cell, away from the elements that gave her power.

Days turned to weeks, weeks to months. And months to years. It was no longer about turning her to their side, it was now about showing her the weakness their former clan carried, about winning this standstill between them. But Shazidra was like a stone, she refused to budge and be broken even by the merciless industrial machinery that the Blackrock Clan had recently adopted.

4. Escape and meeting Khadgar

As luck would have it, one day something stirred the Blackrock orcs, something foreign set foot on their home planet of Draenor. While she was cut off from the elements and from her power, the droplets of water, the earth under the steel of her cell, the wind and draft that crept between the metal plating of the walls, whispered to her that her time to escape was now.

In one last ditch effort, Kortag came to her, telling her that the Horde will claim a new world beyond the seas and the sky, and that she can leave this cell as a conqueror or as fodder for their Dark Portal. Not knowing what this meant, Shazidra finally relented. Almost a decade after her capture, chained up as a young woman and now released with wrinkles under her eyes, she convinced Kortag that she finally sees his side.

As he took her out, Shazidra sought to find a way to escape. The moment his guard was down, she took her chance and ran as far as she could. However, emaciated and weak from the constant imprisonment, she couldn't get far. Kortag caught her and this time, would grant her no mercy. She pleaded with him, saying that in that new world it wouldn't matter what clan they are from and that she will disappear in the mountains and no one will ever find her.

However, Kortag refused to lose. He had changed too much in his service of Blackhand, so it would dishonor him to let her go. As he grabbed her, Shazidra pounced and bit him on the neck, almost ripping his flesh before he let her go.

Enraged, he reached out to struck her down, but the storm that gave her life, now took his. Lightning struck his raised axe, burning through him and parting the rock they stood on.

Shazidra now knew that the elements had not forsaken her. In fact, even in her weak state, she felt more powerful and alive than ever. If only she could save her friend, make him see reason. Save the one thing left from her family. Being the only Stonefang left, she had no direction, no home to return to, no clan.

In the distance however, she saw strange beings, tall creatures with long ears, smaller figures with no tusks and some bearing strange pink skin. Seeing that they made quick work of the Blackrock, Shazi approached them. On the face of what she assumed is the one leading them, she saw no fear when her malnourished and bloodied form came close. Only what she believed is to be worry. Perhaps even sympathy.

She felt so weak, so ashamed to cling to this creature for help, but they defeated the Blackrock. They laid waste to this new Iron Horde in their wake. Perhaps not all was lost. Suddenly a new emotion stirred in Shazidra - the thirst for vengeance. She would go with these strangers and do whatever it takes to get back at those who destroyed her home.

In time, she would learn the name of their leaders - an orc shaman named Thrall who bore strange green skin and a human - Archmage Khadgar. The man who saved her and pulled her out of the ruins.

Even though she felt no obligation, she still followed him, using his knowledge of this Horde and providing him her own knowledge of the land.

As she gained her strength, the friendship between her and this Archmage grew, and the two became close through all the hardships that fighting the Iron Horde and chasing after Gul'dan brought.

At the end of it all, Shazidra proved that she was a shaman to be feared and through their joined effort and the help of her slain ancestors and the elements, they were victorious in saving her home.

When the handsome stranger, the Archmage Khadgar, decided he must return to his home, to another timeline, Shazidra refused to say goodbye. She insisted that her work is not done as long as Gul'dan draws breath and that with no clan and no home to return to, she had nothing to lose. For her honor and for her clan's honor, she had to see this done.

Khadgar could not refuse her and the two of them returned to the his timeline and to the strange world of Azeroth. The threat of the Legion that Gul'dan brought over from Draenor was greater than anything she could imagine, however she had no fear. With her new "clan", made of all the people she met on this journey and with her new friend Khadgar by her side, she knew they will get through this - together.

[sega-saturn-arcade]

Despite the miniature hell I’ve been going through recently (which is the reason as to why I have been inactive anywhere but discord and amongst about five friends), I’ve thought about me Subspace a lot, both of them, but mainly 2space. This is a more rambly post because why not? I’m in a very thoughtful mood right now.

VERY LONG RAMBLE UNDER CUT. LIKE VERY LONG. YAPPATHON SHIT.

There’s something about me that through about every life there’s been this spark of defiance. This vague sense of justice, no matter what somehow. For Klavier, it was a strong sense of justice, but that spark of defiance was shown in Turnabout Succession. For Poob that defiance was very strong, the fact I ran and I refused to be pushed around after a bit. Lychee, even though I was a little piece of pretty irredeemable shit, I was still defiant against Longan and trying to out manipulate him. etc etc, you get the jist. I am not going through my entire kinlist for this, but it’s something that’s a strange reoccurrence in my kins: If there is something wrong that is able to be pushed back against, I will push back.

Subspace is such an interesting case to me however. This is the guy who in canon is loyal to Blackrock no matter what, who loves his faction and mindlessly goes along because he’s (and I mean this in the CANON sense as stated at the beginning of this sentence as per confirmed essentially by the Subspace spawnday video, for clarity—SPECIFICALLY talking about in-game Subspace) been brainwashed by the faction’s government. Yet, for me, that never happened. Twice, mind you. Twice. And both times, they hated their situation. They hated being there, wanted to escape. This feeling of entrapment that haunted me for both lives and haunts me throughout each cycle, for the most part.

The life I rotate between calling “Fuzzspace” and “Prince Subspace” is one that me and my girlfriend have both figured out was some very strange swap AU. I was the Prince of Blackrock, and my father was what we call “The Crystal King,” as we do not remember his name. I remember being pressured to continue Blackrock’s glory, to continue and accept the ideals and whatnot Blackrock gave me. I always felt like I was guilt tripped into and forced to even though my heart lay somewhere else. I wanted to see the world, escape that god forsaken faction. And then Coil came along, and was assigned to me (in some way) because the King saw potential. The more we talked, the closer we got—he talked about these grand adventures of Lost Temple, of the places he visited with Sword. Things that fascinated me, things I had simply read about in the permitted books that Blackrock had.

We both agreed to try and escape the faction because of how awful it was. This defiance was always there with me and Coil I feel made me do something about it. Of course, because of it they stripped me of royalty and beheaded me when they caught me (as I did not escape, but Coil did. Shit sucks lawl). But still, I remember even if captivity when they forced me to turn my Biografts into war machines and use me up for my science understanding I was still defiant against them. I hated them.

Of course I do feel that Fuzzspace is not a fair comparison unto the difference of canon Subspace and me, as once again that canon is wildly and extremely different to a point where it just feels barely like the phighting canon. One could easily excuse that and say like, “Why of COURSE you were vastly different! This was batshit insane!” and I would agree with you! However, I present to you 2space. This life is something I think about a lot as it is simultaneously the closest to canon and yet the furthest.

I, in my 2space life, while being a very humanoid demon, had very similar qualities to canon Subspace. I grew up in Blackrock with guardians (“caretakers” they’re called in canon) who adored Blackrock and tried teaching me about how Blackrock was the greatest and Blackrock nationalism and whatever. I became head of the robotics department and generally head of crystal research. I was a high government official who built Biografts. I had a fight with Medkit that led to him betraying the faction and me getting severely injured. The very basics of Subspace as a character that can be explained and go, “Yes, yes, seems to line up.” But I have to stop you there because seemingly everything seems to completely turn upside down when I tell you that the DETAILS of all of this are completely flipped on their head.

It’s looking at this general summary that made me think, “well, I’m not that canon divergent. My personality was wildly different, and of course there are the few details here and there that aren’t ever stated in canon (or straight up did not occur, as I was never poisoned and rotting), but for the most part I am close to canon in terms of a few things.” For that I would be terribly mistaken, as I had completely overlooked the fact that despite certain events happening that are close to canon, the very basis of how I acted breaks down the very character I kin’s personality.

I know a few different Subspaces in the times I have met and wandered about online and in kin spaces (kin… SUBspaces..heh… gets shot) and for the most part the differences I hear are very astounding, but expected, if that makes sense. However when I share what I remember, it is genuine and complete shock from EVERYONE. The alternate name I have for 2space is “Nicespace” because generally I have been told I was such a kind Subspace. I knew I was nicer but I think it goes beyond that.

Breaking it down, the first and most glaring difference has to be my relation with Medkit. Childhood friends, two halves of a whole, a platonic love for each other that completely ruined the both of us when we were forced to split (“platonic divorce leads kids to the WORST places!!!” says my bestie who also is the Med from that life as we were discussing it). I have heard that there are quite a few Subspaces that do miss their Med or feel bad for them, and it’s funny because I’ve seen the EXACT opposite. And I would like to preface this by saying that everyone’s feelings towards THEIR canon and THEIR Medkit are valid, as leftover feelings simply come with kinning.

I would like to circle this back to defiance, because my relation with Med comes into the biggest play in all of this. I feel perhaps that if I had not grown up with Med nor heard his perspective on the faction’s government, I would have perhaps more similarly gone down a loyalist path. But, thankfully, since that did not happen, and this will to push back was intensified after I realized that everything he had ever said about Blackrock was right, all those debates we had, that discussion on our views, he had been right about the corruption of the higher ups of that damn oligarchy. This only was reinforced by the fact that the higher ups wanted me to program MY creations to kill him on sight. Which, sounded like to me, ‘Kill the only person who ever truly loved you as a friend, kill your other half that you had lost to keep it buried for good.’ Of course, it was NOT said like that at all, obviously. It is what I took from that though.

That being said, this vast spitefulness that they took Med’s credit away from OUR crystal research, they labeled him as this villian, this traitor—it fueled my defiance for Blackrock. I’d secretly program in the opposite of killing Med on sight. Protect Med if he is ever found. I don’t think I was ever found out, but I’d pass it off as a glitch and begrudgingly fix it. I’d let Coil go initially when I beat him, because I didn’t want him to be at the mercy of Blackrock, considering what they wanted to do to Med. The list goes on, but every day that feeling of being trapped, that hatred for my faction, of where I had ended up in life: It grew, it grew into defiance for Blackrock.

And somehow, this is all from a life of SUBSPACE. Notoriously the guy with no remorse for torture, the scientist who says “Glory to Blackrock” with glee upon winning in game.

But that does not make me any less of a Subspace, does it? I might’ve gone down a similar route with a few wobbles as canon Subspace, but I faced everything so vastly different. So intriguing, so unique of a life. So canon divergent yet with strong elements of canon in them. I am still valid, and that life was as real as any. But it just surprises me as much as it surprises everyone around me about how I was. I see the canon with distain, a grimace when ‘Glory to Blackrock’ is said with such geniunity. It reminds me of the times I had to utter those words with a disguised venom behind my teeth.

That is to say my thoughts generally conclude upon the defiance being there, and especially for a character who is known to be highly loyal. It almost feels like an anomaly—I was expecting fully to be horrible and evil if I were to ever kinfirm Subspace but all I got was this stupid leftover yearning and misery. thanks kin gods (to be honest? more in a half joking way—I quite enjoy being a Nice Subspace).

But additionally my thoughts also were about the realization that while I qualify enough as a Subspace, I was very… VERY different. It just did not occur how different, how jarring it is to others. This is very interesting for me as well as someone who enjoys hearing about memories and lives and realizing vast experiences that don’t line up at all.

Though admittedly it can be a little isolating and strange to hear from my end bc every time I hear a Medkit speak about their bad experience of their Subspace i feel lowkey like that one audio that’s like “What a manipulative conniving bitch! Did you give in? NOOOO!” because i am medkit friend #1

I’d like to conclude this by saying that I would not change a thing for myself and simply these are my thoughts on the extremely vast difference between the canon version of myself and hearing people’s experience with more canon compliance, both from a Medkit and Subspace perspective. And, overall, how defiance is very prominent in a lot of my lives, but specially and SPECIFICALLY with both but Subspace ones. thank you for coming to my ted talk smile

[lesboard]

biograft snippetttt i wrote this in ap comp sci A i think my teacher wanted to murder me it’s ok tho so excuse the messiness

for reference thsi relies on the hc that a bio gains sentience right before they die due to whatever code is blocking that going away first. yeah!

Slash.

Enemy low.

Move backwards.

Enemy Low. Advancing.

Blink.

Enemy Low. Advancing.

Critical damage to lower appendages.

Slash up.

Enemy dead. Glory to Blackrock.

Critical damage. Seek repairs.

Seek repair. Pinging.

Seek repair. Pinging.

Seek repair. Pinging.

Pinging.

Pp-ingin-g.

pINging.

pi-Error.

Error.

Error.

Error. Error. Error. Error. ErrorErrorErrorE-Error-Err-or-Errror-

Grass. Birds. Rain. Pain. I feel. Pain?

I..feel?

Error.

I feel the damp wood of the tree behind me. I feel the grain, the bumps, the knots. I hear the birds. The gentle rain slips down my skin. It’s beautiful, I think. I feel the searing agony too.

I look down, and see nothing but dirt stained black with oil. That’s my blood…I think. I think it acts like blood. This is all so strange.

Error.

My sensors aren’t working. All of these. This data. These senses. It’s not being cataloged anymore. Is this.

Am I alive? The birds are still singing. I think i’m alive.

They aren’t though. The severed head next to me is dead. I am alive, they are…not. I killed them.

I feel triumphant. I won, they lost. Perhaps …creator will appreciate it.

Error.

I don’t know if he’d like that I can feel now. I like it, I think it’s wonderful. I wish the sun was out. I wish I was around flowers. They don’t seem useless anymore.

Err-ror.

The beeping is agonizing. Do you hear it? You hear it too don’t you.

Oh, you don’t.

I think my sensors are yelling at me. I don’t know how to fix it. I forgot how.

I.

I feel tired.

Can’t you help me? You can’t, can you. You’re just..a spectator.

I don’t think i’m supposed to see you. Am I dying?

Be honest.

Am I dying?

…

e-Err-or.

Error.

Please. Please you. You’re lying. I can’t be dead. I. I’m just now alive. You can’t let them strip this away please please do something. Anything. Please.

I don’t want to loose the birds the grass the trees anything. I haven’t-, I haven’t seen the sun yet.

Please.

Please. I’m begging you. I won’t. I refuse to let go. My hands dig into the earth. I can’t even cry, I can’t even decompose. I’m alive but i’m dying and you can’t do anything but watch.

Can’t even p..ut me out of my misery-y.

…

Err..r..or

C..an-

I think..it’s..getting worse.

Error.

C.an..y..ou..te.l.l ..m.e..a..s.tor..y-?

p-lea..se.

Error.

t-ha-nk-..

Shutdown complete.

Glory to Blackrock!

[fliipside]

GLORY TO BLACKROCK!

ATMOSHOCKER

she/he/it

[spiralstereo]

THE LONG AWAITED SUBSPACE LORE POST.... yes im insane i have all this lore to explain subspace's surname. i am batshit

anyways @luckyfailuregirl COME GET YO JUICE.... lore under the cut prepare yourselves

what if i told you guys that subspace was originally part of a 'family'? a cult? imagine a huge 'family' full of a bunch of demons with tripmine gears, & they all had the surname 't. mine'

so who's behind this cult? who leads it? allow me to introduce you to-

DUAL (short for dual subspace tripmine). yes the same dual that's the elder god of reality & destruction, the same dual that's glaive/iron lotus & mystic tide's biological parent. the same dual.

dual, upon their defeat by iron lotus, was imprisoned deep within the inpherno, in the deepest & most secure cell banland had. they were imprisoned for several thousand years, before they broke out, blasting through the ground & being the very reason there are layers to the inpherno

dual, enraged & upset from being imprisoned & defeated, essentially forgotten by the inphinity, & still pissy as hell from being defeated by their own child- came up with an absolutely terrible idea. if their children didnt love them, they'd start a new family. they'd create an army to reclaim their former glory

so they literally ripped a hole in reality, creating their 'own layer', their own little pocket dimension. this place is known as the place of no stars

the place of no stars is a gallery, a empty place where pieces & fragments of civilizations, worlds, & peoples that they've destroyed all float throughout the atmosphere like artifacts on display at a museum. trophies. a thick fog surrounds the endless tall grassy fields, barely concealing the horrors of this twisted world.

after miles & miles of endless plains, floating crumbled pieces of worlds, thick fog & cold winds, there is a manor that is home to this so called 'family'

there are many 't. mines', each one of them having a specific purpose that was picked carefully by dual themselves. their goal is to fulfill that purpose, to live up to expectations & nothing more. be nothing more then a mindless soldier

each t. mine is marked with a symbol, a magical & enchanted symbol on them-

this is the mark of the iron lotus. you might be confused on why dual didnt use their own special mark or make a new one, & the answer is because they dont care. they believe whatever glory their children have, is also their glory. they did it out of spite

so, as we know- subspace is not like that. so how did he become who he was?

subspace was a warped child, curious & adventurous. his goal was to assist his 'siblings', stay to the side & never be on the frontline. he wanted more though.

curiosity got the best of him one day as he slipped out one day, walking for miles & miles in the middle of the night, somehow escaping through the hole of this 'world', seeing the inpherno for the first time since spawn. he was amazed, curious, adventurous. he saw those great mountains in the distance & made it his goal to learn more about them

so he walked, & walked. for days, coming very close to death. upon his arrival- he was nearly killed, but he lived from the pity & mercy of one guard at the border. he was 'adopted' & welcomed into blackrock

being brainwashed & clueless, not knowing any better, he idolized...questionable people. he was never properly raised, never taught how to really be a person, & always left unsupervised- so he was ruined. he became a horrible person

he continued to idolize those terrible government officials, & continued to indulge in horrible acts, making him the man he is today. that seems to have worked out well for him though, seeing as how he's literally been adopted by the leader of blackrock herself

pulse actually took such interest into him because of his strange & unknown upbringing & backstory, that alongside his 'bright mind'. shes always wanted kids ok lol

ANYWAYSSSSS.....yeah. thats it. PLEASEEEEEEEEE send me asks... /nf

[anunendinggaze]

DWC - August - Day 4 - Ego

There was gently music to the sound of the charcoal to paper, each stroke and strike of the black rock to the brilliant white paper bringing to life another idea from the ether. Many wondered where they all came from, like a wondrous song that filled the minds of creatives to build upon creation. It was very poetic. Daseyd did not have time for poetics.

Dark Iron life was filled with hard edges, strong blocks, and resiliency in the face of all opposition. This Dark Iron would have laughed at such trivial thoughts, but laughter was a sign of weakness and frivolity. He didn't have time for such things. Time was money. Money lead to projects. Projects lead to exposure. Exposure lead to money. It was a simple circle, and he excelled at it very well.

For years he had struggled within the confines of his race and the animosity that had been bred from his people and their former emperor. Slinking and struggling within depths of the Spire, hammers rising and falling to the heat and to of the will of Ragnaros. A miserable life of slavery. No creativity. No inspiration.

No money.

All work.

It made for a very dull life.

Eventually salvation arrived, granted it came in the shape of the murder of the Emperor it was still a good day. But just because one emperor died didn't mean it was the end of the monarchy as a Queen took the place. She wasn't too bad but she wasn't right either. But Daseyd knew when to keep his mouth shut. To keep his eyes down. To bow when you needed. And eventually do what you were going to do anyways.

It was a glorious day to be free of Blackrock, to leave the fiery heat and enter the cool air of the mountains to the north. To walk halls he'd only been told tales of and to smile in the face of all the ugly stares of his mountain 'kin'. He didn't think it was wise to relish in the grim glares of the 'beardlings' but it had felt good to 'sully' their fetid halls. He had especially enjoyed working at their own forges in the heart of the city.

But all good things come to a close as new jobs and new ideas arrive. His skills were impressive, his ideas possible, and his ability to make the money go far indispensable. It only made sense the Twilight Hammer would come knocking at his door.

He had had his doubts about them at first with their far off stares and reverent talks of Old Ones. He'd seen enough 'gods' and prophesy in his lifetime, they'd likely end up just the same. Refusing the offer made sense. Until they brought the gold.

It was a long journey across the sea to Kalimdor. A long journey by cart to the south and finally into the east, into the black sands Silithus. He hated the heat still. Especially the sand. But then they had given him a true gift to play with.

Elementium.

The charcoal pen broke in his hand as he frowned at it, his fingers black as the smoldering beard braided down his face.

He had been diving too deeply into his memories as he blinked a few times. Days of glory, days of power, days of profit. It was still there. He knew it despite the catastrophe of the sword. The Tower would always stand. He'd made sure of it.

Eyeing his broken drawing he saw what he had been sketching was very similar to the initial design of the trap of his former employer. A very slight smile came to his usually dour face, a thick finger coming to trace the edge of the upside down tower of black and sand. As long as it stood, the prisoner should be in there. Or as much as he assumed. When the money ran out, so did he. Business came first.

There was a soft clack as a new piece of chalk was placed before him, thin darkened hand holding it gently in it's spot. His black brows would rise as his burning sight would follow the thin hand, up wrist, passed the forearm, and eventually up to the drawn withered face. A face with pale purple eyes. Purple eyes filled with nothing.

"Oplisca," Daseyd would whisper as he saw her.

There was a soft tick of a turn to her head as the withered cultist looked at her former contractor. Her cracked and weathered lips would part as she spoke in a her soft croak of a whisper. "Good evening, master architect."

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