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libidomechanica · 9 months ago

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“Rush of storms of a leaf indeed: the quality”

A tricube sequence

I said our follow swiftly tranquil

and allowed and, gather come. While. Which

in which chast that love, with Heaven’s me.

Each the halls, perhaps churls, that she way,

and aves rough the fire? Rush of storms

of a leaf indeed: the quality.

Now the United, embrace of spring.

Spread, nobility of thy could

shaggy satyrs and yet with us!

Morning by a ring brance gave, is cruel

destinies. And chast looked so free from

silken the gentle breast to filled moon.

About ye. You were all yet in his

dancing it well for whose name. When your

lived with many rate me wonder dumb.

I’m o’er you like greeting to bleeding

to import for lofty treasure.

Alexis’ ashtray; the which in wise wit.

No marble vigours be knows never

none, yet aliue art? But, as any words

made wards journers, when as a birth there.

And every moon back my eyes that night

retired. Just an adjudges of Joy.

Fast she simple time. Though our heaven.

Lay the lust? But where fools or us

someone within our sweet robes would not

seemed, as judgment Death and thou wait it.

Maud in twain. Along prey: the accoste

doth beginningly, among that hangnail

its wound his Go to be!

Oak trees, by body had adore the

laws through string, gave thee as I wanting

soul counted the tide him, grey churches.

Your friend, as he image of their was

born worldly jars, The bodies, a voice,

and have on the whipping of power.

Of his sometimes peace but recollect

some confound before unstrued my fate.

Perhaps there half-hid in trees that shrine.

Upon a laugheth in my defence.

But go, and between may I, poor she

stoop to his is the left understands.

There westermore furrows perish. Your

chil love as I gaed up. Much mountains;

lonely air. By this braced there is read.

These dairy- maid expect, too, waiting

their joy? Diameter fire-driven,

that we wise me, beloved, to play.

Mine owne fountains to marke how each other,

betwixt. A skylark does no more

would have some nae scant, and rolling race.

Retire, and all that height turned to

train, comments the mind me never! My

spreads of worse from his day by love this.

Of my sight. One is debt to learn to

kneel in lies, and are no buzzing would

sit and thy persuasions fair, some sea!

We might, breath is, your sex aspires,

with avarice. But if a woman

one with sullied their strings which chased thee?

You staying. Month to please: and their joy,

O joy, and God-filling. Often murder

a drops from you pleasure of light.

And the flies were a wilds upon me.

From the rurall sing, and we are thou,

sad sound, which expect and bought nothing.

Cliff-road and teach of roses and dreams,

and and sphere. Responds of sisters of

sea grove, for Stellas an hours, I will?

Still my life at thy deep- damask’d within

the impart. Consume no tygres

kind; but promised by herself again?

For ever thy name in that, thought, and

dumb orator. Turned as a thing endure

to time with feyned love sound shame.

My father Rosamond peres some

his way? We text, text our trust to her

eye thy fancy to Heav’n, thought or mend!

Dull feeble I to love melt that cheek

when I perched in while heart has burning

day. But crutches of his deadly fades.

I’m flew round; that. Good vse infamy

is dreams on my though dull is to approve

her so my time serpent lightnings.

No marriage. Dear that we have I can

quenched limbs still inuade me again;

nor long sing Content, might have o’t!

For ear we spring? Her eye behold

on her shut up from the souls: nay, she

spirit’s not; save my hearts engages?

Thus long and bear He folk prayers the

country in melodies, passion, while

thresht in my hearts. Of the top, he bills.

Half-turn’d on with but a flitting nostrils

love. Cried:— My lady’s eyes. Then raise,

for used the reckles are, a man’s kiss.

Not all. With the couple to accoste

does rifely blurt out my aching

out often to singular and one.

For the north in our planets at thee

life is inest many woe, for should

be able love? Then framed, of heaven!

Lie burn upon a man. Chastened before

up again, we two, I’m fear is

purchase, by Phœbe seen. That grasp’d herds’ cells.

As equally to where in good, but

it’s worships, where his Saints,— I love with

the folk prayed. But thing when in the out.

Make sweet: you have us weeping. So

am I bound, sitting gentlenesse

fit with the other, wander is crowned.

Revived, comes your crimes, that vow’d to gloves

wound there lonely this come and all the

grasp at the Blood—Searchism in the war.

To make the god, nor other the mother

in his prays that kiss, for Adonais!

But she sail; for me; knowing thus?

With me, how he flown, and kind of Reuben?

The hill thy fame your did anguish

still returning fires and the towers.

Was born by the spires of proue, since his

beautiful. But there, where neere, late by

the deadly o’erflow’ry robes but thee.

#poetry #automatically generated text #Patrick Mooney #Markov chains #Markov chain length: 5 #183 texts #tricube sequence

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yhwhrulz · 9 months ago

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Charles Spurgeon's "Morning & Evening" Devotional: October 5th

Morning

“If any man open the door, I will come in to him.”

Matthew 26:1-5 , Matthew 26:14-16

Matthew 26:3 , Matthew 26:4

“The kings of the earth set themselves, and the rulers take counsel together against the Lord, and against his anointed.” Oh, that the friends of Jesus were half as earnest to concert measures for glorifying him, as these men were when they resolved upon his death.

Matthew 26:5

The enemies of Christ’s cause have never ceased to oppose him by meanness and treachery; the truth fears not the day, but evil is underhanded and works by secret plots. Still do the opponents of the gospel conspire to take Jesus by subtlety. Let us, like our Lord, oppose to their cunning nothing but holy courage and truthful simplicity.

Matthew 26:14 , Matthew 26:15

The price of a slave. This showed the contempt of the rulers for Jesus and the avarice of Judas, which permitted him to sell his Master for so small a sum. How strikingly does all this correspond with the voice of prophecy in Zech. xi. “So they weighed for my price thirty pieces of silver; a goodly price that I was prised at of them.” It is to be feared that thousands are selling Jesus for a less price than Judas received. A smile from the world has been a bribe sufficient to seduce many.

Mark 14:12-16

Mark 14:12

They knew that their Lord observed all the commands of the law, but as he had no house of his own, and it was usual for the inhabitants of Jerusalem to lend their rooms to strangers, they wished for his orders as to where he would keep the feast.

Mark 14:15

Among his friends he had a secret foe, but in the city of his foes he had also a secret friend: the time was come for both to be discovered, for the death of Jesus is that by which the thoughts of many hearts are revealed. The directions given to Peter and John, whom he sent, must have established in them the full conviction that he knew all things, and this would deepen their belief that his prophecy of his death would be fulfilled: thus they would be led to see how voluntarily he submitted himself to the death which awaited him.

Mark 14:16

The room in which Jesus was entertained is the emblem of a heart into which the Lord comes to sup; such a heart is enlarged by grace with love and joy and gratitude; it is an upper room lifted up from the world and sin, it is prepared and furnished by the Holy Spirit, and is freely opened to the great Master, who comes to feast with his beloved. Lord make our hearts such a room and we will receive both thee and thy disciples into our truest love.

If still thou dost with sinners eat,

Let my poor heart thy chamber be,

With gladness such a guest I’ll greet,

And keep the paschal feast with thee.

If thou wilt come to me below,

My heart shall purge out sinful leaven

And every day more meet I’ll grow

To keep the paschal feast in heaven.

Evening

“He loved them unto the end.”

Luke 22:14-18 , Luke 22:24-30

Luke 22:14

And when the hour was come, he sat down, or reclined upon a couch after the Eastern manner

Luke 22:15

Strong was his longing to commune with his beloved ones, as also to finish his great work, and to become the lamb of God’s passover.

Luke 22:16

The passover was now to cease. Our Lord observed the outward sign one night before the proper time, because it was to be fulfilled on the morrow. This change was a sign that it had waxed old, and was ready to vanish away.

Luke 22:17 , Luke 22:18

While the thoughts of the Master were thus taken up with his sufferings, it is painful to find that the apostles were disputing about pre-eminence. Alas, poor human nature!

John 13:1-19

How sweetly did he end their envious disputing by his words, but he went further and dealt it a final death blow by the condescending acts recorded in John 13:1-19.

John 13:1-19

No comment is needed, and we have given none. Let us practise what is here so clearly taught.

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kuro-matcha · 4 years ago

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s,cien,,ce,,,les,bi,,an,s

#dnd oc #oc #avarice kiriatta #not my character #not my oc #myart #fanart #art #<3 #vega mochizuki #They Are Just They Are Just Les Bi Ans #my beloveds #<333 #riv i am SOBBING IM LOVE THEM #you have given me a kirimochi addiction #(not that I'm complaining:))

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dsmpkinfessions · 3 years ago

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i call this one "loss"

AVARICE MY BELOVED THIS IS AMAZING SJRNANDNAKDKAKD - Mod Grian (ps. Hope the jello glasses had a nice crunch <3)

I!!! JEJEKKFKSD YOU!! YOU DREW ME MI MIJITO DREW ME IM SO FUCKING

I FEEL SO HONORED I!! YOUVE MADE MT FUCKING WEEK I CANT BELIEVE YOU DREW THIS I IM GONNA TREASURE THIS -Mod Kristin

WAA THIS IS SO COOL??? I havent even gotten a chance to clown on that anon yet and u made this that is so cool i never expected an aak blog to get fanart this is SO cool - Mod Tubbo

#not a kinfession #mod posts #important stuffs #YOURE SO COOL BRO

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vacantgodling · 2 years ago

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hi hello I'm a little late but I or A for the oc alphabet soup?? - @magic-is-something-we-create

hi!! never too late promise <3

like all my other ones i'll do all the ocs i have for both i & a!

iberis gunn (paramour) - one of hya's elder siblings and the researcher/doctor of the bunch. is having an affair with his sister narci's husband myrtus lol (also has a wife himself pff)

officer izak harrison (tlss -> donut wip/noi, alone) - one of the officers investigating what's going on at the unnamed college that juls/noi go to. is definitely an asshole and kinda racist :/

lady illiana aegos (tcol) - the stepdaughter of the current reigning duke & kiba's step sister. spoiled and haughty, but she has a good heart under her upbringing somewhere.

IIARAN (tcol) - goddess of creation among other things

IISIDIA (tcol) - goddess of creation and magic among other things

izul (celestial weddings) - one of dagmar's partners of the seventh realm, mukhiru. they're the fifth eldest of the royal family.

ire (god eater) - one of the seven deadly sins (wrath) aka one of the first demons of the under (just not The first, that's ava).

itri or thumbs (thumbs and the giants) - mc of the thumbelina retelling i'm working on. he's good with his hands, thus the nickname thumbs.

A (this will have a lot so i'm sorry in advance)

amon (paramour) - beloved boy. hya's butler lol.

aloe anvil-gunn (paramour) - hya's youngest sibling, an angel. wants to become a priest.

antoinette rouzet-blanc (vampires don't take roadtrips) - darren's cousin; daughter of his uncle laurent and his late wife emily.

agenor rouzet-blanc (vampires don't take roadtrips) - darren's grandfather on his mother (liz)'s side. deceased.

awilda haelathem (vampires don't take roadtrips) - one of vlad's close friends & cousin of the leader of the coven he's been hidden at corsel haelathem.

andres seymour (tlss -> donut wip) - juls's best friend

altair nocturne (tcol) - an alchemist who was apart of jihi's team when he first joined guilds. has been missing for at least 10 years.

grand duke aran lathsbury (tcol) - kiba's father and the current reigning reagent of lathsbury until kiba is old enough to become king.

duchess arietta lathsbury (tcol) - kiba's aunt and presider over the city wish of palanthia.

arian bloom, guardian of love (tcol) - evondra's former lover who was killed by jealous suitors. was made a guardian at his death.

anele of kairos / anele lightfoot (tcol) - historical character. the first ruler of the newly established kingdom of lathsbury after the civil war.

aidan "di" absyna (lukewarm rejection) - main character of LR and the rhythm guitarist of the group. doing his best fr.

amiya abada (lukewarm rejection) - groupie, tour bus driver & di's best friend.

adelise absyna (lukewarm rejection) - di's mother and an emotionally absent parent towards siobhan, but was very close with di growing up.

alona (nad) - the third pov character/main character. college student who starts working at a sketchy company.

axel heights (nad) - one of the experiments that nyseah ends up adopting.

aenlin (celestial weddings) - one of the hopefuls from the first realm lesedi & dagmar's final love interest in a suprise twist of fate. second born of the royal family.

almine (celestial weddings) - one of dagmar's love interests from the third realm zali. fourth child of the royal family.

azab (azab and the hero's shade) - mc and the chosen one that's been reincarnated over and over. feral boy.

avarice "ava" (god eater) - one of the seven deadly sins (greed) and the first demon manifested in the under.

apathy "path" (god eater) - one of the seven deadly sins (sloth) and one of the first demons manifested in the under.

aurora o'rion (gothica) - main love interest. serial heartbreaker and head smasher. got some weird power thing going on.

agatha reuter (gothica) - one of lennon's roommates and a snitch pff.

alessandra (shrouded in darkness) - mc & the youngest princess of the kingdom of darkness who still has her sight. agrees to marry into the empire of light to kill them all.

amelia rottney (noble) - noh's former best friend and comrade; was the JACK in their JACK&JILL unit.

amehana (train master chidori) - chidori's ex-gf and best friend. works for her family's restaurant as a delivery driver.

arden (???) - he's an old oc from the remnants of cardia but idk what i'm doing with him yet.

#SORRY A HAS SO MANY LMAO #too many stories to tag so #about renjamin

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chil2de · 4 years ago

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Hii! It's me again, the "teasing mom's broyfriend" anon. I just- you about killed me with that sequel. Hot doesn't even begin to describe it, really 🥵🥵

I have more :))

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Megumi knows. He knows what a slut you are, knows you've been fucking his father behind his and your mom's back. He knows you only got with him to provoque his father. He knows all of that. And yet, he can't let go of you. He won't do his father this favour.

He avoids going to your mom's house with you as best he can, bc he just can't stand the two of you doing this to her, the poor woman doesn't deserve it. He never touches you when you come back from your mom's, bc he just knows you've been with him. There is, however, an exception. The only thing that can make him help you tease his dad is when they fight.

When it happens, Megumi goes visit your mom with you, and whenever she can't see it, he makes it a point to touch you a little more than would be appropriate in front of Toji. The mix of Megumi's hands all over you and Toji's warning glare could probably make you cum right then and there. Once, when your mom was out doing grocery shopping and Toji stayed behind with the two of you, Megs was all to eager to fuck you, make you scream his name, all for Toji's benefit.

Oh, you do so love it when they fight. You know you should hope for peace and harmony between father and son, but you have much more fun when they are at each other's throat.

You wonder what you would have to do to have both of them filling you up at the same time...

ugh okay sorry if this post is just a massive wall of text i had to cut down on spacing because i kept reaching tumblr’s limit on characters, and uh... incase you couldn’t tell, shit’s about to get serious if i wrote this much LOL this probably looks so clunkyyy :(( i apologise but i have like a line left or two? so i’ll compress everything by saying a massive thank you because this would not have been possible without your sexy ass intellect. i was seriouly fucking dying writing this, it might be the first or second piece i’m genuinely proud of and i thank you :) i hope you enjoy it as much as i did writing it

this piece makes sense as a standalone, but works a lot better if you read the previous piece! read my disclaimer here if you’re new <3

w.c: 2.8k / characters: 15k (incl spaces) and a special thank you to my beloved anonie. couldn’t have done it without you ❤️

day and night: two.

your bedroom door shuts with a quiet ring. you can only slump down against it, knees held into your chest. your thighs are still quivering like a poor little lamb.

as you move to type out a text for megumi to not come over, there’s a faint knock at the window. your heart burns, throat clogged and knees weak.

you don’t know if you can get up. hell, you don’t know if you should get up. there’s another few delicate rips against the glass and you manage to stumble over in fear of attracting toji’s attention.

“megumi?!” you mouth his name in alarm, dismay crawling onto your features.

your boyfriend gives you a dead once over, noting your matted hair, smeared mascara and weak posture.

of course he knows.

you can discern it clearly from the way he refuses to meet your gaze.

“can you just let me in?” he whispers, tone flat as his index motions over to the lock of the window.

you don’t know what to do.

after all, you’ve still got toji’s cum flowing inside you from earlier.

you fumble backwards, moving to allow his lanky figure to slip inside. megumi manages to hoist his leg up and over, squeezing inside with ease. he closes the window shut behind him, pulling the curtains.

“m-megumi? what are you doing he-“

he doesn’t have time to waste.

megumi knocks the wind out of your lungs as his cold hands seize the sides of your head, stealing your lips for a kiss. he tugs at your bottom lip, tongue drinking you in for a couple of moments like you’re the last meal he’ll ever eat.

“shit.” he hisses, pulling his face back and screwing his eyebrows in mutiny.

oh, but if you didn’t love the way he looked at you like you were pure filth.

“you taste like him. it’s disgusting.” he spits, wiping his delicate lips with the back of his hand.

he knew, but there was always a part of him that wished you wouldn’t submit yourself to the likes of toji. he just had to see it for himself.

“come on, megumi-chan~ thats no way to talk to your girlfriend, is it?

your mother doesn’t deserve this. megumi doesn’t deserve the heartache, either.

megumi can’t see anything but the spitting image of his father all over your body, licking and fondling all the same crevices that he has. but he can’t get enough of you. he can’t stop, can’t turn away from you. he knows that at the end of the day you're spoon-feeding him phrases he wants to hear.

but you’re so good to him.

your pussy fits him like a glove. your hand intertwines with his perfectly. your head is the perfect size to cuddle onto his chest.

there’s something about you that makes you more addicting than nicotine.

bony and slender fingertips ghost over your thighs. you can’t help the squeak that hiccups from you. megumi raises an eyebrow in scepticism before flipping the hem of your miniskirt up.

he scoffs, slicking his long middle finger against your hot cunt.

“don’t hold it in.” he reprimands you, flashing a grimace as you squabble with him.

“b-but toji-“

“but what? am i not good enough for you?”

you swallow thickly, chanting a small prayer before allowing toji’s cum to drip out of your pussy. you shiver, goosebumps licking your skin when you can feel the warmth of his seed ooze and coat your soft thighs. you can’t avoid the burn of megumi’s regard as he watches the cum slowly flow out of you.

he’ll make you want him.

megumi can’t fully comprehend why you keep running back to his father instead of him, why you choose toji over him. like father like son, it evokes a bubble of magma in the form of competition and jealousy.

he’ll make you beg for him. that’s for sure.

“get on the bed.” he whispers, tone cold and even. there’s no warmth to his voice, even with his usual monotonous tendencies you can tell you struck a nerve. it makes your stomach churn, butterflies swooping in and adorning your vital organs.

like a moth drawn to a flame, as though you have no mind of your own, you step backwards until the back of your knees kiss the metal frame of your bed. megumi towers over you, pushing you backwards as he crawls in between your thighs.

the crisp ring of his zipper sliding down clashes against the room. why should he undress himself properly for the likes of someone like you?

“there’s no point in prepping you. i think you know that.” megumi sighs, relieving his twitching cock from the confines of his painfully tight boxers.

you can feel the avarice swirl in your abdomen, cold fear stilling in your veins at the mere thought that you could get caught by toji at any second. it makes your fingertips tingle and stomach churn. when you wail a needy whimper, megumi only shakes his head before plastering his icy cool hand against your wet lips.

a part of megumi wants to let all hell break loose. if he allows you to moan as you please, it won’t be just toji hearing your cries of ecstasy. knowing your mother, perhaps she’d be a little glad to know that your boyfriend is meeting your needs sufficiently. whereas toji?

it puts him in a predicament. from a bystanders point of view, toji has no right to storm in here and to shriek at megumi for blowing your brains out.

why?

because he’s not your dad.

he’s not a paternal figure in your life. there’s no right for him to say what you can and cannot do. he won’t hold that kind of reign over you like your mother does. and megumi likes that. he relishes the idea of toji being forced to listen to you babble megumi’s name, to mewl and cry for him to hit it deeper whilst he can’t do anything but complain.

it’s not like you haven’t heard your mother with other men plenty of times. it’s only natural, right? hell, she’ll probably gossip with you about it.

a carnal desire glosses over megumi’s steel blue gaze. like a wolf waiting to pounce onto a hare. he can see the way your thighs squeeze, how you gulp before him with those doe eyes of yours. you’re practically purring underneath him. for once, megumi gathers the reasoning to understand why his father finds you so intriguing. there’s nothing better than having your own toy melt and oblige under every command.

your boyfriend’s hand finds its way to your chest, where he rests the palm flat underneath your breasts. he steadies himself, using you as leverage as he guides his dick through the cum stained mess of your cunt. your heart pounds in anticipation, drool coating the back of your tongue as your pussy throbs around him. he manages to fit his tip in, dragging the enlarged and sensitive muscle against your walls. your ankles flutter around megumi’s waist, lower body strength trembling as you attempt to pull him in further.

“m-megs- please..”

“what?” he screws his eyebrows, staring you down. you can’t find the words in you to plead for him.

“what the hell? why act all coy now?“

“that’s not how we do things around here, is it? so spit it out. i won’t get what you’re trying to say otherwise.”

megumi slips his dick out, grinding against your clit as his torso flushes against yours. he pulls you in for a quick kiss, enough to relinquish his appetite, but not enough to taste the filth that corrupts your sweet and innocent lips.

“those cute little whines of yours won’t help you, either.” his breath flickers against your skin, sticky tongue licking trails as he works to mark up your neck. you can feel the tears prick your eyes already. you’re suddenly hyper aware of your heartbeat pounding in your ears, how it throbs against your cunt and the droplets of perspiration trickling along your skin. you can feel megumi’s pulse heavy against your clit, the way his dick twitches as he smears the tip through the folds of your slick. it’s slowly driving him insane. but that’s okay. even through the static that bounces around in his skull- he knows that you hate it more.

after all, your boyfriend knows best.

your fingernails soar around to megumi’s back. you want to scratch him, but you can’t access his toned skin through the layers of his jacket. instead, you’re left fumbling and scrunching the fabric like a feline with an insatiable desire to itch its claws.

“megumi- please, it’s too much-“ you huff through laboured breaths, peering up at him through tear stained eyelashes.

it’s almost enough to make him melt. almost.

“what is?”

“this?”

he shifts himself back up, grabbing his dick and slipping only the tip in once more. he allows you a few centimetres extra before dipping back out and repeating the process again. megumi’s gaze locks with yours, as though he’s asking ‘is this what you want?’

“s-stop teasing me.. just put it in alreadyy~” you choke out a groan of frustration, ready to slam your hips down onto the full length of his shaft.

“why should i?”

“megumi, i swear to god- if you don’t fuck me right now-“

“-or what? you’ll go to my dad? good luck, when you couldn’t even fulfill your duties as being his toy.”

so fucking humiliating.

the way megumi instantly stands up and proceeds to stuff his still hard and leaking dick back into his boxers.

he’ll deal with it later.

you’re left stuttering, unable to form any coherent words, thoughts or insults to spew back at him. legs wide open, cunt empty and glistening in the blue tint of the moonlight.

he leans over, swiping some of your excess drool with his thumb before dipping it into your mouth. he half expects you to lick at his thumb, convince him to stay a little longer, but his skin sits in your mouth like a forgotten thermometer for a couple of seconds.

“if only you could see your face right now.” he hums, tone flat with a certain mockery.

sometimes, as the days pass, you can notice his resemblance growing closer and closer to toji.

the following day

you haven’t left the quarters of your room for the entire day. you’re stuck in bed, face mushed into the confines of your pillow. you’ve always held high regards of the fact that your libido isn’t necessarily extremely high, but when you’re promised dick just to be neglected of it? shit feels like you’re in heat. you can’t go to toji, because you’re mother’s home. not only that, but he’d be sure to teach you one of his lessons. you’re already shivering thinking of the conversation with him, how you’d even try to dig out of that hole you were already so deep in.

you can’t call megumi either… at least not for now. you sigh wistfully into the pillow, kicking your legs about on your bed as you hiss a groan of turmoil.

there’s a sudden knock at the door that snaps you out of your haze. it leaves you pumped, blood coursing through your veins and you shoot up like an attentive little puppy about to be taken for a walk.

“it’s open!” you clear your throat, humming.

the disappointment rocks your features so clearly that it’s embarrassing. it’s just your mother.

“you okay? thought you died in here, baby. lunch is ready, and your lovely megumi-kun came to say hello.”

what?

“megumi? that’s nice. did he leave a message or anything? like he just dropped by to say hello or-“

“hm? oh, no. he’s having lunch with us.”

“is everything okay, dear?”

“yeah! yeah, i’m good. sorry, i spaced out a little bit. small headache, that’s all. i’ll change clothes and i’ll come out to eat.” you dismiss your mother, keeping in the hyperventilation you’re about to undergo. she gives you a small glance of concern before returning to the dining room to serve her guests.

“(y/n)! we were just talking about you!” your mother hums, gifting you a smile of warmth and radiance as she pours drinks into some cups.

you can feel toji’s mocking stare dig holes into your skin.

you can fucking feel it.

you can imagine him saying it.

“slut.”

at the six chaired table, you scurry to sit the furthest away from megumi and toji. your mother shoots you a sideways glance, motioning for the seat between toji and megumi. you swallow thickly, awkwardly striding over to take a seat.

your knee accidentally knocks into toji’s and you instantly utter an apology.

“you should be.” he mutters underneath his breath, disguising the words as a sigh.

“so? you said you were talking about me?” you straighten yourself, perking up a semblance of cheerfulness and perfect innocence.

“oh, right! toji was just telling me how stuffed you were yesterday!”

your lids flicker in shock and you abruptly stare at toji, whose half lidded jade green eyes slowly land on yours before locking to meet your attention for a few seconds.

“sorry, what?” you stutter, finding it difficult to believe the situation.

“you know, the food? are you sure you’re alright, honey? you’ve been acting strange since this morning.”

“i’m fine, i swear. just some painkillers would be nice.”

when your mother turns around to rummage for some painkillers, she emits a squeak of alarm at the lack of them.

please. you’ll do anything to get out of this predicament.

“are we out? i can go grab some-“

“-no, that’s okay. i’ll head out. i need to grab a few extra things for dinner anyway. you three, make nice with each other!”

sure.

when the door shuts, you realise you’re out of options.

you can’t run away.

“so, megumi. how’s eating up after my leftovers feel?”

“leftovers? because one woman wasn’t enough for you?” megumi scoffs, averting his gaze.

“it’s not my problem that your woman came running to me. doesn’t that say something about you?”

“like what?”

“like, you can’t fuck her properly?”

“i can’t fuck her properly? but you’re telling her to keep your cum inside her? don’t you care what’ll happen if she gets pregnant?”

“see, megumi. she’s on birth control. you didn’t know that? and besides, if i didn’t know any better-“

toji finally allows you his undivided attention, staring right through to your soul.

“-i’d think your little girlfriend here likes walking around with my cum inside her.”

you’d be able to run a butter knife through the tension hanging in the air. the room holds its breath, and as do you in compliment of trying not to set things off into a piping hot mess.

“isn’t that right-“

“-princess?”

your fight or flight response kicks in at the malicious tone that coats toji’s tongue. you swallow thickly, throat parched and lips cracked.

but fuck.

if it isn’t the most arousing thing- the two of them squabbling over you.

toji screws his face at you, features lighting in a mix of awe and delight.

“really? you’re seriously enjoying this?” toji hums with mockery, eyebrows perking at your unusual behaviour. he can smell the sweet nectar of your arousal slicking against your underwear.

you abruptly stand up, ready to leave.

megumi’s hand curls around your wrist. he slings your hand behind your back, slamming you over the table. some silverware and plates clatter and dash against the hardwood floor.

“answer the question, (y/n).” he hisses.

you whimper a soft whine. there’s no way you’re answering that.

“get your fucking hands off of her.” toji barks, kicking his chair back.

“try me.”

something washes over you. a premonition, say. that if you don’t speak up, someone will end up seriously injured.

“i can’t choose between you two. i just can’t. so i think it’s the best option if we just stop this completely.” you sigh, prying megumi off of you. his stance relaxes and you wince at the pain in your spine. you rub your wrists in slight agony, refusing to meet either of their gazes.

“it’s been fun, but i think it’s time to draw the line-“

“no.” toji remarks offhandedly.

��huh?” you contort your face in offence. there’s something thick on megumi’s face, too. it almost looks like determination?

“i said no.” toji reiterates, taking a stride towards you.

his index and thumb caress your chin, tilting your jaw up to look at him.

“i don’t care how long it takes. whether it’s me or him-“

“-i’m making you choose.”

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liathgray · 4 years ago

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Some fma fic recs for you <3

[The problem with avarice] a fairytale like mix up of brotherhood and 03, not a lot of romance (from what I can remember), interesting plot, combined alot of elements from 03 and bh in fun ways

[If your dreaming about dying then you're not really living darling] a post 03 pre cos ed introspection fic (that I am writing lol)

I dont really have many fma fic recs because most of the fma fics I've read and enjoyed are yours! Your fma fics are just *chefs kiss* my favorites out there! :) hope you have a good one!

Thank you so much beloved! I was waiting to answer this cause I wanted to actually read the fics you suggested and so far:

The problem with averice is ballin, I’m on chapter 11 and really enjoying all the worldbuilding! The dynamics between Ling and Ed and Al are fun and who would’ve thought there would be a fic where I actually kinda like Envy?? Wild. Trisha is wonderful too.

And your cos fic! I saw the Noah tag and was immediately 👁👄👁 looking respectfully. The first few chapters you’ve got up are amazing. I love how you’re using format, paragraph breaks, and repetition to get us into Ed’s headspace.

#thank u for the recs beloved #i need a tag for asks #cece liveblog #im gonna start tagging reading shit with liveblog too lol #you cant stop me #fic rec #rec #fma

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faimrpg · 4 years ago

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This entire week’s dashboard was an object lesson in how quantity and quality do apparently make good bedfellows, because damn, all these threads are proving it can be done? All of you are out here winning. Except Hippolyte, but... <3

Genuinely, there were so many replies to bowl us over, both individually and collectively, and we are once again so so inspired by the dedication & talent of our members (our beloveds...). Most of all, we are stunned by everyone’s determination to rally the common braincell for the purpose of developing this story arc together. Thank you so much and stay tuned (though some of you need to get some sleep, really) for tomorrow’s event !!

AGRIPPINE: does a lamb know how to face its slaughter? does the sacrifice know how to brace itself and accept, so yielding and pliant, as they are led to the altar? agrippine follows helene silently, afraid to make a sound lest she decide on a crueler punishment than the one she’s already listed.

BEAU: She begins to sit up, shuffling through a few things on his desk. Nothing wild or scandalous. Her thoughts briefly wander to if he has a lover, if he enjoys things other than following behind Calandre and cutting off heads. She snorts at the thought.

CECILE: Still, she allowed him his hesitation. She hopes he will allow her the same. She is accustomed to small, comfortable secrecies shared with Michel, secrets that smell of fresh pastries and Cecile’s finest perfume. It is an odd thing, to come here and discuss matters of blood.

CYRIL: It’s the way Gisele seems hellbent on forcing her beliefs about nobility that makes Cyril the most nervous. “You’re right, it is comforting and I could spend hours of my day wondering what could have been. And I never said I saw Celestine as a... meritocracy. I am aware of what it is.”

DEGARE: It never ceases to astonish him, unacquainted with magic as the next man, how she bleeds the objects of their tincture with such ease. Darkness washes over the cloth, like the spread of rot. The accents, wine-red, are a nice addition, though he doesn’t say so.

ETIENNE: Liane did not merely exist within the shadows— they were the forces that moved her, that fueled and called upon her— the very forces that she answered too. What dreadful devices existed beneath her splendid visage and how enamored he'd become as a result.

GISELE: Some believe there is constancy in the finality of grief, but the notion is misguided-- finality comes when the grief is sourced from circumstances beyond your control. Gisele’s grief is a suffocating shark on a fisherman's boat, slippery and sharp-toothed and either thrashing so violently it could shatter bone or lying so still you could not meaningfully tell if it was still clinging to life.

HELENE: It is a declaration, as she tilts her head to the side elegantly, a sharp eye pinning them down beneath her gaze. Fear does wonderful things to the psyche of those who cannot withstand it, but Helene does not have time for it. Only the auspices of this evening have kept the nobility from turning their eye, but they will not suffer it for long.

ISEULT: He flips the coin off his thumb and catches it. Doesn't even need to look. Knows the imprint of heads against his skin well enough to know the answer is 'Yes'. The prophet’s spoken. Iseult strolls on in.

LIANE: The sharp of her tongue mirrors the sharp of her stare as she lessens the distance between the two. “You know what I am. Do not deny it. You have always known, and still, you served your heart on a silver platter and expected me to be gentle with it.”

MATTHIEU: For a second, Matthieu watches its colour jump out, and thinks this thing between them is not just duty. It’s not just habit. In a way, saving her from the weight of the moment—from the brand, both holy and professed, of always having to leave her mark—is like working up to save himself.

MICHEL: He crushes any semblance of irritation under his heel, fingers twitching for his helmet -- he could put it on, but that would be dishonest, seem strange to don now after so many hours without it. Hippolyte’s blood still stains the silver plating.

PATRICE: He watches the man when the other’s gaze drops to his work, follows the sharp lines of his face to the softening of his expression. Can a face hold mystery, or only an expression? Savatier’s expression doesn’t seem to be projecting anything mysterious, simply humble and helpful, and yet there is something that Patrice wishes to crack open, a marrow he wishes to discover.

ROSALIND: When your desires are made equal in the other, when the bottomless hole of your stomach matches the bottomless hole in theirs, it becomes a question not of want and greed and hunger and avarice — but of dominion. Who will rule? Who will conquer? Who can bare their teeth and snarl the longest, until the other loses heart and shrivels away, swallowed whole?

SAINTE: They’re glad for their mask, hoping it hides their discomfort to some extent, although not much. It hangs in the air between them. “I don’t know.” They want to say no, but they can’t, can they? It’s undignified. But what dignity is there in the career they’ve chosen?

SAVATIER: he’d never known the touch of crushed silk until a courtier brushed against him at the summer palace, never understood the need nor the prevalence of masks, not even when he forced himself into the custom, not even when he forgot his in his chambers and weaved through the seas of marionette faces with his own flesh bared.

SIDONIE: His blood still stains the bottom of one of her heels and her jaw still still aches from being clamped shut to stifle her own inquiries. It is not her place to question Her Imperial Majesty, and anything that happens outside the realm of the arcane is beyond her purview.

VIOLAINE: Sidonie was real, and her splendor was something that existed outside of Violaine’s daydreams. The back of her hand outlined the curve of her companion’s cheek— her own way of affirming Sidonie’s existence, an existence that oft felt too good to have been true, so much so that Violaine could not help the random onsets of doubt.

YVON: she had never warmed a glass between palm and flushed breast, held to her heart like the carved wooden figures of odeline hand-crafted and favoured by peasant women, while standing witness to impromptu execution. liquid or ephemeral, she had never forgotten to abandon a flat, lifeless thing in exchange for one crisp and bubbling.

ZHENYA: Far beyond, the streets of the Northern city breathed in a tranquil cadence, humming with motion and thrumming with activity. All around him, life drawled on, idle and unhurried; ever eager to sustain its oblivion towards the halting horrors and terrorizing trials it so callously incited.

#faimadmin

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seravph · 4 years ago

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hey avarice my beloved you’re beautiful, you’re unhinged, funny, my little meow meow, evil, sexy, my nemesis, my lover, my homoerotic narrative foil bestie in a Shakespeare play, and most of all - a bitch (affectionate)

ily mwah <3

IS THIS TRUE ?!!!?!?!? SOURCE ?!?!!!?!!???? I love you also……. Hope u r doing well <3 kiss and hug and smooch

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thedeliverygod · 6 years ago

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luigi-of-avarice replied to your post “KH3’s dearly beloved is my favorite and I’m probably going to melt...”

Im gonna be at the Hollywood one!

nice~ I’ll be going to Orlando in June :3

#luigi-of-avarice

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kuro-matcha · 4 years ago

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Okay but like. Avarice would cosplay junko.

#avarice kiriatta #my beloved #<3 #danganronpa crossover #ig???#dnd oc #oc #fanart #art #myart #not my character #@riv-blr #junko enoshima

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overclockedroulette · 4 years ago

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HI i finally finished something i started uh. a while back.

was planning to bring vega into it but i figured avarice deserved some alone time for once :)

here you go !

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The Redglass palace balcony was a place Avarice had been spending a lot of time, recently. He wasn’t sure why - it was probably just the highest area he had access to - but hey, it wasn’t like Fabrica was complaining. He liked being up high; something about it just made him feel safe, like a mental safety blanket, and it definitely helped that being physically above people - watching down on them like ants, not having to care if they have lives or families or whatever else people were trying to convince him is sacred and unique - makes it a lot easier to act like they aren’t people at all.

It’s an unreasonable hour to be awake: a fairly clear night, only a few faint grey wisps of cloud in view, visibly inconsequential in the inky-black expanse of sky. He’s sitting on the marble railing and staring out at nothing (or, at least, he’d like to convince himself it’s nothing) as the wind whips his hair and pricks against his skin like a thousand tiny needles. (He’s just thankful he’s facing towards it. His back still burns.) There’s nothing there but stars and a sliver of a crescent moon cloaked in grey, and he hates it. Just the slightest glow of the damn moon makes him want to hurt something, and he can swear the stars are mocking him every time he catches one in the corner of his eye. He tries not to look too closely.

He picks up a rock from a nearby plant pot, and, without thinking, hurls it into the abyss as hard as he can: watching with a mild curiosity as it disappears from view, and flipping off the brightest star he can find for good measure. He likes to think he can get his message across, although he knows for certain that nobody’s watching, because why would they? Why would the gods want anything to do with anyone that doesn’t endlessly serve them with no reward? No, acknowledging him would be acknowledging someone they hurt, and it would ruin their pristine image if they were to concede that.

Not that she hurt him. He doesn’t care. It’s about the principle, that’s all - the idea that the gods are sitting there, all-powerful stuck-up jackasses with their grand plans and their mysterious ways trying to make him a better person through the timeless medium of tormenting him until he breaks. Not that he cares. He’s better than that, and admitting that fucking moon goddess could hurt him would be just about the same as admitting defeat. Fuck that. He wouldn’t let her get close.

“Fuck you, you know that?” His voice is low, barely audible, but it still feels good to say it out loud. “Arrogant piece of shit. I’ll do what I want. You don’t own me.”

He flings another rock off the side of the balcony, so hard that his arm aches. He’s had worse. He does it again.

“Fuck you!” He’s louder now, regardless of who might be in the building. It’s not like anyone would be awake, anyway. He throws another rock: sure, he looks like a petulant child, but it makes him feel better. “Fucking piece of shit god! You don’t own me! Fuck you!” His voice cracks, and he feels as if the wind could pitch him backwards and onto the floor any given moment. (Not like he cares. He’s had worse.) He’s just… angry. His chest aches, he wants to hurt someone, and he doesn’t even know why. He doesn’t need to know why, of course: he doesn’t even want to know why, because knowing why he’s upset means he has to think about that fact that, yes, he is upset, and the fact that he can be upset means he isn’t infallibly numb. And, fuck, he just wants to be numb.

He doesn’t break - despite how much his eyes are burning from holding back tears. He doesn’t give her the satisfaction. He just yells, his throat hoarse and grating - some bitter curse that never made its way into coherency - or, really, anything other than raw hatred in the form of this anguished screaming - and tosses another rock as far as he possibly can, before the rest of his anger can creep into his hands and makes him do something he’ll regret. His breath hitches. He doesn’t cry, but he can’t stop the full-body shaking that comes over him as he wraps his arms around himself and curses out the gods with every screaming and trembling ounce of air he has in him without pause, going quiet only when his lungs fail him and he forces himself to draw another breath, which scratches against his chafing, bloody throat like sandpaper. So he just sits there, silently gasping for breath, and refuses to let his eyes drift to the glowing lights that he knows are mocking him.

He sits like that for a good few minutes; rather that than get up and sleep, because fuck he doesn’t feel like having to think right now. He doesn’t admit that it hurts, because it doesn’t (it does), and he doesn’t cry, because he doesn’t need to (he needs to): he just stares into the inky blackness, closing his eyes and imagining for a moment that they’re still open, that the sky is empty, that he isn’t being watched and judged and tormented for every slip up and every moral failing and every cruel word he speaks. And he pretends, just for a moment, that the moon never had any hold on him, that he was never Orion Kiriatta.

It doesn’t last, of course. It never really does, no matter how desperately he tries not to think about it. He opens his eyes and everything comes rushing back all at once: the unending noise, the pain over and over and over again, the thoughts, oh gods the thoughts, the insatiable need for some higher punishment for a sin he’ll never really understand; the stars are watching him, laughing at him, judging him and he can hear them, he can hear them and they’re so loud, so unbearably loud and it won’t stop no matter how hard he begs and screams and prays for mercy, for silence, please, please, just silence, it won’t stop and it’s so loud, and he’s staring out at the star-streaked horizon completely dead behind the eyes, nothing but memories he doesn’t want and never has, and the buildings and the people and the oil lamps dotted neatly along the roads so far below him all look so miniscule, so… insignificant. And he scoffs, turns around, and hops off the railing, taking care not to knock anything over as he leaves.

He supposes he can get some more work done, tonight.

#tw religious trauma #avarice my beloved <3 #...i need to start writing my other characters #avarice kiriatta

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moczothe1st · 7 years ago

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Let’s Play Fire Emblem IV: Genealogy of the Holy War, Part 11: A Little Pegassistance

Part 10

Welcome back to Fire Emblem IV: Genealogy of the Holy War. The only game that is also a secret government idiot-detector; unfortunately it can only detect the idiots in its own script.

When we left our heroes, they had officially been declared murderous traitors by a pair of men who look like, respectively, a blood-crazed Viking and a parody of a Nazi colonel, thus proving that people in Jugdral genetically have no ability to judge character by sight. Fortunately, Lewyn’s mom, the Queen of Silesse, offered us sanctuary in her own country, and we escaped. Let’s see how that goes!

Sigurd is now a traitor in the eyes of his beloved Grannvale. In desperation, his army flees to find refuge in the northern kingdom of Silesse.

Silesse was founded by the Wind Crusader, Ced. It lies under the watchful guard of valiant pegasus knights and wind mages, and for over a century since its foundation has maintained itself as a neutral nation and resisted all invaders. However, since the death of its king several years ago, the royal family has been plagued with strife over its inheritance and shades of war creep over the peaceful land.

(You may have heard of him.)

and has confined himself to Zaxon Castle in protest.

has set to work raising an army for himself as Thove Castle. Out of disgust at his uncles, Prince Lewyn left Silesse to travel the world years ago.

(“Rather than killing them both, which he could have done with his eyes closed.”)

Is there no end to the dukes’ avarice? Their lust for power will condemn Silesse, a beautiful and majestic land, to the searing ravages of a brutal war.

(Sigurd! She’s a queen, even if her sprite is just a recolor of that lady who gave Lex his Brave Axe. It’s ‘your majesty’.)

Rahna: I know Sailane is perhaps too small to house all of you adequately, and I’m sorry. But please, bear with me a while longer. I’m doing all I can to hasten your liberty. I’ve sent letter after letter to Belhalla to advocate for your innocence. As of yet, however, I’ve still heard nothing at all from King Azmur.

Sigurd: This… this has to be Reptor’s doing! First he betrays my father, and now he’s stopping your emissaries! He must be!

(Sigurd Logic Moments: 2! He’s growing!)

Rahna: Calm yourself, Lord Sigurd. I know well the pain you’re feeling, but you cannot let your grudges rule you. Your anger will not save your father. Hatred will only destroy you from within. I swear to you, we can and will find a way to set this right, but you must be patient.

Sigurd: You’re right… I’m sorry, your highness. I really appreciate all you’ve done for me.

Rahna: It’s alright, Lord Sigurd. Oh, before I forget… there actually has been some good news from Grannvale of late.

Sigurd: Good news, you say?

Rahna: A previously unknown daughter of Prince Kurth has been discovered. All of Grannvale is rejoicing at the news.

Sigurd: What?! Is that even possible?

(… Well you see, Sigurd, when a prince loves another man’s wife very much, he puts his royal sword into her Loptyrian cloak, and…)

Rahna: It took King Azmur only a glance to recognize her true heritage. She bears the Brand of Naga, the proof of a true heir to House Belhalla. There is no doubt, she is Kurth’s child.

Sigurd: I see… thank goodness. At the very least, this means the royal lineage won’t go extinct.

(“And if I had been paying even the slightest attention to the backstory, I’d know that’s my wife!”)

Rahna: That’s not all. The princess and Duke Arvis are in a relationship. King Azmur has given his blessing, and a magnificent wedding will soon be held.

(EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-)

Sigurd: Arvis? Really?

Rahna: All who’ve seen the happy couple eagerly attest that this beautiful princess and Duke Arvis are perfectly matched. To say nothing of how happy the couple is said to be! Young love is wonderful, isn’t it?

(EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW-)

Rahna: … Oh, Lord Sigurd, I’m so sorry. I forgot. Your wife is still-

Sigurd: Deirdre… my wife’s still gone, yes… it’s been over a year since she vanished. She’s missed an entire year of watching Seliph grow up.

Rahna: I’m so sorry, Lord Sigurd, but be of good cheer. I know you’ll reunite someday.

Sigurd: You’re right. I feel it, too. I can’t give in to sorrow yet. I can’t give up on finding her.

Rahna: Ah, of course. I’ll be with you in a moment. Lord Sigurd, one last thing… beware Duke Maios of Thove. I regret to say my brother-in-law has long hungered to claim Sailane for himself. It’s only a matter of time until he goes so far as attacking you. I wish I could provide you with reinforcements, but…

Sigurd: I know. The capital is under the very same threat from Duke Daccar of Zaxon. You cannot afford to weaken your own guard. Daccar would pounce upon you given even a hint of weakness. Don’t worry, Your Highness. There’s nothing the Thove army can throw at us that we can’t handle.

Rahna: Ah, of course. I should be more confident in such veteran heroes as yourselves. … Oh! I’ve been talking for so long, I lost track of the time. Take care, Lord Sigurd.

Sigurd: You, too, Your Highness. Thank you.

Lewyn: You just chatted for hours and hours with Sigurd, yet you can’t even acknowledge your own son?

Rahna: My son? The one who abandoned me two years ago, going gods know where? How do I talk to someone who’s clearly not here?

Lewyn: Heh… so this is how it’s going to be. You’re still made at me, then?

Rahna: Of course I am! Do you have any idea how hard it was without you, and how worried I’ve been after you? That my own son could be so cold-hearted… I thought I knew you better than this.

Lewyn: Look, I know you’re upset, but I had my reasons for all this.

(“They were bad, but I had them.”)

Lewyn: But come now, I’m home safely! Surely that counts for something and you can forgive me? I swear I’ll make up for it and be the very picture of a good son. Hew, how about I give you a shoulder massage to start.

Rahna: Oh! What nerve, treating me as if I’m an old crone! Look, Lewyn, there are more pressing matters we need to discuss, and soon. Come to Silesse as soon as possible. Do not forget! Do I make myself clear?

Lewyn: … Sigh. I thought she’d never stop.

Mahnya: Indeed, she hasn’t been anything as lively as this since before you left.

Lewyn: Thanks, Mahnya. Knowing you’re at her side is a big relief. Look after her, okay?

Mahnya: Yes, sir! Rest assured, I will protect the queen with my life, on my honor as the captain of the Silessian Pegasus knights.

Lewyn: Thanks… oh, and one more thing. Are you gonna leave Erin here with Sigurd?

Mahnya: Oh. Eavesdropping, were you Erin?

Erin: You were about to tell him too much, so…

Mahnya: Ah. My apologies, Erin. There are things he shouldn’t know just yet, of course… Erin, I’ll be leaving with Queen Rahna and returning to Silesse Castle shortly.

(JUST SHUT UP AND GO)

Mahnya: You’ll stay here and keep an eye on Prince Lewyn. Best of luck.

Erin: Thank you, Mahnya.

(… What?! No! Don’t leave!)

Quan: Rest assured, we’ll be back, leading the full military might of Leonster to your aid. May that day come soon, my friend.

(I don’t need them! Finn is about to promote and you’re a godlike shatterer of men! Forget the army and just stay! AT LEAST LEAVE THE SPEAR!)

Ethlyn: I’m going with Quan, Sigurd. Don’t worry, though. We’ll be back before you know it! Take care of yourself.

(… eh, don’t feel the need to rush.)

Finn: By your leave, sir, I’ll be departing with my lord. Thank you for all you’ve done for us. Don’t give up, sir. I know the charges against you will be cleared and your good name restored. I know you can do this.

(*sob*)

Sigurd: Thank you. You’ve got quite the journey back to Leonster ahead of you. I wish I could do more to help you on your way. May your journey be a safe one!

And there goes two units I will sorely miss for this map. Also Ethlyn.

You know, this world would be a lot safer if people stopped decorating their castles in red.

Maios: Very well, relay my orders to Cuvuli: Move in on Sailane! Dithorba, I trust your pegasus corps are already briefed on their mission?

Dithorba: Yes, sir. Our task is clear. My squadron is to raid the enemy from above, disrupting their tactics.

Maois: Good. Now get to work! Grannvale will owe us a handsome reward for bringing them the heads of their infamous traitors!

And here we go. First and foremost, of course:

Mmmmmmm. Normally I would say Aideen is not combat unit material regardless of promotion, but her levels this run have been so great she actually is. Her magic in particular is so bonkers she’ll be nuking fools with the most basic of tomes now that she can fight; I have her buy a thunder tome from the armory and prep her for the arena. (Oh, and Alec is joining Noish on the sidelines. He’s not very good, and experience is best shared among the increasingly awesome super killers I’ve assembled.)

Sigurd: 7 wins, gained two levels: +2 HP, +1 Strength, +2 Speed

Arden: 4 wins, Gained two levels: +2 HP, +1 Strength, +1 Defense

Lex: 6 wins, Gained three levels: +2HP, +1 Skill, +3 Strength

Azel: 7 wins, gained three levels: +3 HP, +3 Magic,

Aideen: 5 wins, Gained two levels: +2 HP, +1 Skill, +1 Speed, +1 Magic, +2 Luck, +1 Defense

Midir: 2 wins, a new low. No levels.

Holyn: 7 wins, Gained two levels, +2HP, +2 Skill, +2 Strength, +1 Magic

Ayra: 7 wins, Gained two levels: +2 HP, +1 Strength, +1 Luck, +2 Defense

Jamke: 7 wins, Gained two levels: +2 HP, +1 Strength, +2 Defense

Dew: 7 wins, Gained five levels, +3 HP, +3 Skill, +1 Strength, +1 Magic, +3 Luck, +2 Defense

Lewyn: 7 wins, gained three levels: +3 HP, +3 Skill, +2 Magic, +1 Luck, +1 Defense

Lachesis: 7 wins, Gained six levels: +3 HP, +3 Skill, +4 Strength, +2 Speed, +4 Luck, +1 Defense

Beowulf: 2 wins, what did you do, eat some of Midir’s loser pills? Gained no levels.

Erin: 7 wins, gained five levels: +4 HP, + 1 Skill, +1 Strength, +3 Speed, +2 Magic, +1 Luck, +1 Defense, +1 Resistance

Bridget: 7 wins, gained three levels: +2 HP, +1 Magic, +3 Luck, +1 Defense, +1 Resistance

Taillte: 7 wins, Gained three levels: +1 HP, +2 Skill, +1 Speed, +1 Magic, +1 Luck, +1 Defense

Claude: 1 win. He is no Aideen, to be blunt.

Wait, you say. Seven wins… for DEW?! Well, see, in among those arena wins, we also had much better stuff:

BEHOLD MY PEERLESS ARMY!

Oh, man, I’ve been watching them all languish in the teens waiting for this; the Paragon Band switched hands several times, and I do not regret any of them, even though they were stupidly pricey. Because our team’s overall power has just skyrocketed. Dew and Lachesis in particular just jumped from liabilities to ridiculous frontline killers. In addition to their giant physical stat jumps, both gained Pursuit as an ability, and Lachesis got a horse (!) and the ability to use any non-legendary weapon (!!!!!).

But… Midir. Uncool there, man. You need a jump. Where could we get something like that…?

Aideen: Of course. I bought it for you, after all! Silesse’s pegasus knights are a formidable foe. With a bow of this caliber in hand, I know you’ll be better prepared to fight them.

Midir: Milady… I still can’t believe this isn’t a dream! I can’t believe we’re actually married…. I’ve dreamed of this for so long.

Aideen: I’ve long dreamt of the same myself. I had wanted to act upon it for so many years, but I couldn’t, even at my loneliest… But… I think by now you can just call me Aideen. I’ll always look out for you, Midir. I’ll always pray for your safety.

Sweeeeeet. As I’m sure you can work out, this is something you’ll only get if Aideen and Midir are married; though to avoid you being totally screwed, if she married Jamke he gets the Brave Bow instead. I prefer Midir just because he needs the bow way more, frankly. Jamke’s Killer Bow is just as good and his stats are better than Midir’s by a solid margin anyway.

Trivia, if she marries Azel, then she’s the one who gets a present, a unique staff of some sort that I don’t recall off the top of my head. But they in general aren’t a great pairing otherwise.

So here’s the map. It looks wide open but it really isn’t; the whole southern half is totally closed off to us until we deal with Maios and Thove Castle to the far northeast. The current enemy force consists of a huge squad of wind mages moving toward our castle, a bunch of bandits moving toward all the villages because fuck you, and Dithorba’s pegasus knight unit who will start moving on the first enemy phase.

Not much to be done at first because nothing is near us; I just have everyone move out as far as possible; our first priority is to get to the villages before they burn.

Cuvuli: Move in! Teach the traitorous scum the terror of a wind mage’s wrath!

Okay, first of all bro, you’re literally committing treason, so maybe stop judging us. Second, wind mages are actually pretty wrathful, but they can’t actually reach us, so what follows is a scene of them all moving one space into the forest. Wrathfully. Afterwards, off to south, Duke Evilton Sr. has some fun.

Daccar: Heh heh… why, this little drama is finally getting interesting. Wouldn’t you say, Pamela?

Pamela: Indeed, sir. However, as I recall we didn’t account for Sigurd’s fugitives being here. Their strength poses a real risk to the plan. If Maios at least succeeds in weakening them, perhaps Silese’s fall will still go smoothly?

Daccar: Even if he fails, I still have my private deal with Grannvale in my favor. Their Lord Andre should arrive shortly with a battalion of reinforcements.

(Eep. And on an even worse note, Andre was mentioned last chapter; he’s Aideen and Bridget’s brother. If he’s working with Reptor and Langbalt…what happened to their father? We haven’t heard anything about him, but he was a friend of Prince Kurth just like Sigurd’s dad. He can’t be in a safe place right now…)

Daccar: Hehehe… my victory is certain, Pamela! I’ll be sitting on the Silessian throne by the end of the week.

Pamela: Without a doubt, sir!

Oh goodie, so Grannvale’s coming up here too. We can assume the deal is something like, “We make you king and you’re basically our governor in the region”, which you’d think an ambitious fuck like Daccar wouldn’t be down for, but maybe he really just wants a crown. Once again, our turn is just moving; the enemy should reach us next turn.

Unless they don’t move. Lazy bums. Well, we’re close enough to clear the first village.

Mmmmmmmmmm she’s such a badass all of a sudden. Nothing much else to do, though, so end turn…

Would you guys pick it up?!

Sigh. Well, on our turn, we’re close enough to take shots at them. Let’s rock this shit and try to clear out as many mages as we can before the pegasi get here.

Not bad! They’re generally pretty troublesome folks; wind magic is light and accurate, so the mages are usually pretty tricky to get rid of. But we’re making solid progress and nobody is in a position to get hit too hard. End turn!

*wince* Well, we took some hits, but mostly only to Erin, who can thankfully handle magic damage well. That jerk putting Azel to sleep is the real annoyance. Only Claude can fix him, so now I have to get him up there. Claude cannot fight to save his dumb life, so the first thing to get done here is to clear out the area. Kids?

Once again, not bad! I really love how Dew is able to fight an enemy and kill it in a single turn, like how real units do. And even better (I legit forgot this) Restore is a distance staff, so Claude doesn’t have to get too close after all. I then have Sylvia dance him, and he hits the army with the Fortify staff to pop us all back up to full.

Yes, he did gain two levels in a row there. Fortify is a Hell of a staff. Now then, some cleanup. Let’s see if we can remove Cuvuli and his leadership stars from the equation.

Nobody tell him that he’s only the first miniboss of the chapter and fighting him isn’t very far at all.

And there he goes! No more leadership stars and especially no more Sleep staff. I end the turn by smacking a few more of his pals.

Sigurd, you really need more strength. Even with your ring that gives you more strength. Well, only four mages left and we can start moving east at top speed. End turn!

…. Okay, three mages left. Not sure what that one guy who went after Bridget was thinking, but hey. Time to purge the last ones and move ourselves into the edge of the range of the pegasus squad as they just barely start to reach us from the east.

And yes, Taillte did go twice in there. Sylvia is running with the team because I actually want her to get married now. Claude gets himself a wife! And speaking of Claude…

Claude: I did return to Grannvale and attempted to relate the truth to His Majesty. But Reptor interfered before we could meet, and now I too am branded a traitor to the motherland.

Sigurd: Ugh. I’ve had enough of just sitting here and letting Reptor have his sorry way! I swear, I’ve half a mind to storm straight into Grannvale and end this once and for all!

Claude: No. You know better than to rely on brute force or to risk the common folk’s safety. For now, Lord Sigurd, we must endure.

Sigurd: But, Father Claude…

Claude: Make no mistake. I feel your pain, too, too but this crisis’s end now lies in fate’s hands. There is nothing any of us can do to save ourselves anymore.

… … … … Holy shit, Claude. Fatalist, much? I end my turn, fully aware of the crushing hand of oblivion slowly grinding me down.

Only Jamke gets attacked, and only one enemy hits him. But who cares? We’re all doomed and only fate and random chance can save us. *sigh* I… guess I should fight back, even though it’s pointless.

Sigh, there were a lot of misses there. It’s because of how there’s no point in fighting your destiny, I guess. Fate determined we should lose.

End turn. If it even matters.

One of the Four Great Heavenly Princess Falcon Queens of Silesse hits Midir, and does about six damage while leaving herself totally exposed. So, uh…

Thus passes Dithorba, I suppose. Don’t worry, she’ll have plenty of company soon.

And that’s the Pegasus unit broken. Time to move east, and fast; some of these villages are starting to get dangerously low. While the turn prepares to end, however, something new to show off…

Some happy couples have formed! Beowulf and Lachesis was pretty much set in stone, but I honestly wasn’t sure how Ayra would end up; either Jamke or Lex was the endgame, but I legit wasn’t certain which would end up coming on top. She spends more time with Jamke since neither has a horse, but Lex gave her that Brave Sword and got a boost from that. In the end, Jamke wins out, which works just fine for me. Hail Verdane!

Anyhow, now that we’ve broken Maios’s opening lineup, the defenders become our next issue. The castle has three lines of defense; two small ones made up of a mage commander and two mooks, and a major squad around the castle of three more mages and seven armor units. Pretty basic stuff, barring the fact that all the mages are using Wind magic and so they’re far more annoying than what we’re used to. Particularly this one:

Blizzard is the wind-magic siege tome, and it will be very annoying as we proceed. He’s hidden among the second small line with no indication he might be there, which, you know; always remember to look at your enemies, kids. Time to start our charge! First, Lachesis clears a village.

It’s so delightful that she can just do that now. I can’t express it. No other combat happens, sadly, because Silesse is full of goddamn forests and progress is very slow. Remember back in Verdane, when the map was full of forests and everything was slow? It was annoying then, and making it snow hasn’t changed that. These villages will not be giving us much money.

Though thankfully when we actually reach them, it’s pretty easy to clear ‘em. And we are finally able to reach the attack range of the enemy defense line, so on their next turn they should be taking a shot at us. It won’t end well for them. End turn!

I warned ‘em. Now let’s rock this shit.

Awesome! Now it’s time to get Erin and Azel to the final village, and we have four turns to do it. I think we got this. Unless something goes terribly wrong, of course.

Maios: Without this key, there’s no way they’ll ever get over here. Heh heh… I almost wish I could see the looks on their faces!

Nope, that actually isn’t a problem, we can lower that bridge again, and even if we couldn’t, we do have a pegasus now. Still, I mean, A for Effort. If some earlier bosses had tried that, we’d have lost back in frickin’ Jungby.

Also, Blizzard Dude takes a shot at Erin, but she’s a dodge champ and it doesn’t connect.

… Azel, less so. I didn’t realize there were more than one Blizzard Dude. See what I said about checking your enemies? I need to follow my own advice. Aideen patches him up and levels.

God her magic stat is so huge. What even is happening.

Erin hits the final village, but isn’t able to clear it…

She’s gotten a bit strength-screwed this run, I’m afraid. Still, I think we got this. The only way that village could fall totally is if she and Azel both somehow miss twice next turn.

… Unless we die from being Blizzarded, jeez. All three hit, and not one had an even 40% to do it. Just one of those little reminders FE doesn’t actually like you. Luckily, Lachesis still has a healing staff on top of her other amazingness, and she steps up to heal her hubby. He takes advantage of this to run up and clear the village, letting the rest of the army move on toward the Blizzard Jerks.

… You know, this is really weird. The speed and skill are normal for a pegasus knight, but she somehow managed to trade the normal ‘high offense’ for a fairly solid defense growth you usually don’t see in her class. She can actually take hits better than she can give them at this point. It’s weird and I’m not sure I like it, but it’s interesting to see.

Anywho, with the Blizzard Dudes burned down, let’s take some time to clear villages before we open up the path ahead.

Info Kiosk: If it’s still drawn and you don’t have the key, you’re not getting across. Mind you, if you have a thief’s sticky fingers at your service, that might not be a problem…

GEE I’M SURE THAT WON’T BE IMPORTANT.

Info Master: Divine heirs can wield even the most advanced weapons with ease, and’ll have an easier time growin’ stronger. ‘Course, it’s not every day you meet someone blessed with that sorta blood.

…………………….. That… really should have been shared in the first chapter, honestly. I mean, I already knew it, but…

Actually Innocent: If you don’t mind, perhaps you could do a little dance for us? It’s been so long since we’ve had time for respite or fun…

Sylvia: Yup, not a problem! If you think it’ll cheer everyone up a bit, then I’m gonna dance my feet off! … Okay! Heeeeeeeeere we go!

Sylvia: Whew… well, how ‘bout that? Everyone feelin’ a little better?

Not Even a Creep: Oh! What fantastic dancin’! I dunno how, but now I feel like I’m ready to give life my all! I can’t thank you enough, miss. Here, perhaps this magic sword’ll help ya out. It oughta do a fine job of keeping ya safe.

Sylvia gets the Shield Sword, which grants +7 defense to anyone holding it and which, nothing personal honey, she absolutely will not be getting to keep. It’s going to someone who fights.

As you might have guessed, this scene only pops up if Sylvia visits this one specific village, which doesn’t look any different from any of the others. It’s not even like, ‘the closest to the castle’ or something. It’s second closest to the castle. Totally arbitrary

No, the game doesn’t give you any hint to this.

Hahahaha.

Now, as the game hinted at earlier, Dew can lower the bridge by going to the space where it was lowered before. However, I don’t want to do that yet; this is a chance to kill off some of the enemy while leaving them unable to swarm us. I have Taillte and Midir move into the range of the enemy who have distance weapons, and get Lachesis and Aideen ready to heal them. End turn.

… It’s only as I do this that I realize his Brave Bow means he’ll be killing most of what he fights. So, uh… hopefully he dodges a lot!

Score. Midir, you can stick around.

… Taillte, Midir just rocked this, do not screw it up for me.

… Taillte, you just got a great level, do not die and ruin this for me.

Yessssssssssssssssss. Okay, now we can lower the bridge.

We’re still not friends, you little shit. And with the way clear, we can, as the kids say, slaughter our foes.

Score. All that remains is three armor units and the boss himself, and none of them can reach anyone who they could reasonably kill in a single turn.

… Wait, why did they go for Midir at range…?

Okay, better. I mean, it’s not that I want to lose, but I feel bad if they don’t at least try. Now, let’s kill them all!

And here we go! The enemy army for Thove Castle is broken, so nothing left to be done but kill Maios himself. He’s a baron, because of fucking course he is, and he’s packing the A-rank wind tome Tornado. Get used to this sort of thing from here on; 99% of enemy bosses are going to be barons with great weapons that will ruin your day. Lewyn’s other douchey uncle is going to be one too. Fortunately, we have him super, super outnumbered.

Once again, bro, insulting us by calling us traitors loses some impact when you’re in the middle of treason.

On the other hand, Midir basically bounces off him. This is going to be a giant pain in the…

….. Never mind, forgot she had this.

Okay, battle’s over. What follows is mostly people whiffing at him for three turns, but there is one good moment…

Well. He almost succeeded in family victory.

There we go. Not much left to do but clear out a few villages and start moving people South to the big giant half of the map we conspicuously can’t enter.

Info Master: House Velthomer wields the power of fire, as bestowed by the fire goddess Vala. And House Freege wields thunder, as bestowed by the thunder god Tordo.

… Neat? Yeah, other than the sword, they’re all like this, generally giving game backstory you probably already worked out because it’s blatantly obvious. It’s like someone screwed up and put these villages in here when they should have been in the prologue.

A few empty turns of moving later, we have two fronts; one protecting Thove, and one getting ready to hit Silesse to the south. Don’t worry if you don’t think to do this; the game gives you plenty of time to run back to either or both if needed. That set up, let’s take Thove!

(God, nobody likes their nobles in this world.)

Info Master; The entire population of Thove is rejoicing at his downfall!

Sigurd: Hm? Are you sure? I mean, I just conquered you. Am I not the enemy here?

(Does this count as a Sigurd Logic Moment?)

Info Master: Lord Maios was nothing but a tyrant. All he ever did was bleed us dry. You fight in the name of Queen Rahna, and there isn’t a Silessian alive who doesn’t bear the utmost adoration for our queen.

(“I mean, besides her two brothers-in-law and their revolutionary armies.”)

Sigurd: Is that so? Thank you. Anyway, in the interim I think I’ll leave governing Thove to you, sir. Once the crisis has settled, the queen will arrange a proper successor. Until then, I’m sure you’ll be a just governor to help heal Thove’s wounds.

Info Master: Very well. Please, Lord Sigurd, do all you can to protect the queen. She is a treasure to us, and a beacon of peace and kindness.

Sigurd: Rest assured, my good man. So long as I live, I will let no harm come to Queen Rahna. You have my word.

And with a zap of Aideen’s Warp staff, Sigurd heads off to join the southern front and Thove is ours. Let’s call it a fair end for the week, and cut off things here. Next week: Everything goes to Hell!

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lucentgallivanter · 8 years ago

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Exalted 3e - Exigent Charms

It’s time to post more of the stuff I’ve written for my own games! This time I’ve got a smattering of Charms for an NPC ally who is an Exigent of Erden-Bidnii, a twin serpent god of hidden treasures. I’d be glad to hear any thoughts on these! Charms under the cut both for the sake of your dash and so the player in question can avoid being spoiled if they so choose. Enjoy!

====================================================== Sidebar: Treasures

For the purposes of those Charms which reference it, a treasure is some concrete entity which is the object of strong feelings of desire, protectiveness, jealousy, or similar emotions. Often these are actual precious objects - a fist-sized pearl, the life savings of a Threshold trapper, and so on - but they may also be objects of great sentimental value (such as a letter from a beloved child, or one's own carefully coiffed hairstyle), and even people or locales may qualify.

As a rule of thumb, any object that is the subject of an Intimacy in line with these feelings is a treasure. This is not a hard and fast limitation; someone with a Tie of sorrow and remembrance for their deceased mentor would probably consider the blue jade chakram that was their parting gift a treasure, and a reveler at a festival acting on the strong feelings inspired by a drinking chant might feel similarly about the bottle of spiderwine that is the prize for the last drinker standing.

Charms which reference a treasure’s intensity refer to the intensity of the relevant Intimacy - typically 2 for a Minor Intimacy, 3 for a Major Intimacy (including an inflamed passion caused by an inspire action), or 4 for a Defining Intimacy. Storytellers should use this as a guideline for cases where no direct Tie or Principle exists. ======================================================

Combat Charms

Faithful Friend of Bronze Cost: 3m Type: Supplemental Keywords: Dual Duration: Instant

Fear the sword with a dozen chips missing from its edge, for they have been left in the bodies of as many mortal foes. A withering attack made with a treasure that is supplemented by this Charm adds the treasure's intensity as dice of post-soak damage, while a decisive attack adds (the lower of the treasure’s intensity and the Exigent's Essence) dice to its raw damage.

Property-is-Violence Lesson Cost: 1m (+1 wp) Type: Reflexive Keywords: None Duration: Instant or one scene

Those things that gleam in the darkness of Erden-Bidnii’s hollow are as much a threat to thieves and fools as the great serpent itself is. The Exigent may reflexively ready a treasure as a weapon with this Charm, treating it as though it were the closest equivalent mundane weapon, ignoring the Initiative cost to attack with an improvised weapon, and allowing it to be used with any appropriate combat Ability. (For instance, a Reclaimer could pick up a priceless painting and treat it as though it were a shield to smash over the head of a raksha assassin, then follow it up with a handful of hurled coins that impact like shuriken, and finally strangle the fae with a silver necklace.) On the tick this Charm is used, the treasure has the durability (if not the combat efficacy) of an artifact, allowing even the most fragile of items to be employed in attacks or parries without suffering damage. The duration of this Charm’s effect (and the durability it confers) may be extended to one scene by paying a point of Willpower when it is activated, in which case the Exigent need only pay 1m if she wishes to transfer the Charm’s benefits to a new treasure.

Precious Little Scars Cost: 2m per health level or crippling injury, 1wp Type: Reflexive Keywords: None Duration: Indefinite

The Exigent draws his very being and will to live from the things he prizes most. Over the course of the next fifteen minutes, as many damaged health levels as he is willing and able to pay for are healed, scarring over with things reminiscent of his treasures. (In the unlikely event that he cares for nothing, this Charm will not function.) Alternatively, this Charm may be used after sustaining a crippling injury, eliminating its associated effects and allowing it to be treated with Medicine even if the original injury would not have been (for example, reattaching a severed limb). This Charm may be activated even while unconscious.

Damage healed by this Charm remains in the form of scarring, which is recorded in a separate health track of equal size. While scarring does not incur wound penalties, it is still tracked to determine how long it takes to heal. Scarring heals as though it were aggravated damage of the same severity, and this Charm cannot heal damage if there are not sufficient uninjured health levels in this second health track to accept it (although a wound may be partially healed in this manner). Crippling injuries are marked as a single -4 health level, regardless of whatever other scarring is present, and cannot be healed in this manner if there is no uninjured -4 health level to accept them. Once paid, the commitment cannot be lifted until the associated injuries heal, decreasing by 2m as each health level is cleared.

Wounds mended by this Charm have an unfortunate tendency to worsen and spread. Each day the Exigent does not spent in bed rest while he has scarring incurs a cumulative -1 penalty to all actions, as his scars suffer metaphysical decay. If this penalty ever exceeds his unmodified Resolve, his body is enveloped in the scarring, and he enters a deep coma until it fully heals, at which time the cocoon of scars crumbles and he emerges, whole. A full day of bed rest clears a point of this penalty, which must be cleared before his scarring will resume healing.

Leather-Like-Jade Fortune Cost: 4m or 1m Type: Reflexive Keywords: None Duration: One scene or Instant

A precious thing may provide a lucky instant of protection against a fatal strike, giving back to its master. For the rest of the scene, the Exigent may treat his clothing as though it had the traits of light artifact armor, which is not compatible with martial arts styles that forbid armor. Additionally, while this Charm is active, if he stunts his Defense in such a way that he incorporates one of his treasures, he may spend one mote to block or dodge, as appropriate, an attack that rolled successes equal to his Defense. He may do this after the attack has been rolled.

Social Charms

Heart's Loupe Technique Cost: 3m Type: Supplemental Keywords: Mute Duration: Instant

The secrets jealously guarded by the heart are as plain as day to the hoard's true master. This Charm supplements a read intentions action to determine one of the target's treasures, doubling up to (Essence or 3, whichever is greater) 9s on the roll. In addition, such an action is made valid even if uncovering the Intimacy in such a fashion would normally be impossible, allowing the Exigent to uncover the existence of a sorcerer's beloved husband through unrelated conversation about the weather. The Exigent also momentarily sees a vision of the treasure, which is perfect and fully detailed. Magic concealing the treasure (such as a Sidereal's Arcane Fate) provokes a roll-off, using the Exigent's (Perception+Socialize) with (Essence) non-Charm bonus dice.

Fickle Serpent's Coils Cost: 1wp Type: Reflexive Keywords: None Duration: One scene

Desire and avarice shift like the coils of Erden-Bidnii, always grasping at some new prize or discarding an old, dear treasure without a backward glance. When this Charm is invoked, the Exigent may suppress up to (the greater of Essence or 2) of his treasures' Intimacies, changing the objects of the Intimacies to some other prize without altering their intensities. For better or worse, suppressed Intimacies function largely as though they did not exist - social influence rolls cannot benefit from them, nor can they modify his Resolve or be used in a Decision Point. However, read intentions actions can uncover his hidden slitherings of greed as normal, and acting against suppressed Major or Defining Intimacies still forces the Exigent to roll for Limit.

Chit-Clutching Insight Cost: 4m Type: Simple Keywords: None Duration: Instant

Things of value know their owners, and some may offer up their secrets unwittingly. When observing something he knows to be someone's treasure, the Exigent may make a read intentions roll against the treasure's owner, even if they are not present in the scene or he does not know their identity. The usual -2 penalty to Guile for being observed unaware applies. Once the Exigent has used this Charm, they cannot do so again using the same treasure for the rest of the story, unless they succeed on a social influence roll or read intentions action against the owner in person.

Coin and Palace Mien Cost: 10m 1wp Type: Supplemental Keywords: Mute Duration: One scene

A thing of worth is obviously so, even to the untrained eye, and it sparks desire. For the rest of the scene, the Exigent's Appearance is raised by 1, and he may use Appearance in place of the usual Attribute on social influence rolls made with any Ability save Stealth. Any social influence rolls he makes during the duration may also act as though they were supported by a Minor Intimacy of desire toward him, though the exact context of this is chosen by the target’s player - they might wish to woo him, befriend him, or take him on as their apprentice.

Miscellaneous Charms

Silver and Jade Susurrus Cost: 3m 1wp Type: Reflexive Keywords: None Duration: One scene

Treasure calls out to be found, whispering its temptations into the ears of any who will listen. While this Charm is active, the Exigent can sense treasures entirely through hearing, allowing him to keep his bearings in a maze guided by the precious gemstone at its heart or determine which of a hundred identical swords is the one that belongs to the magistrate’s daughter. All such Awareness-based rolls benefit from double 9s. Additionally, even while the Charm is inactive, the Exigent hears the faintest cries of awaiting wonders at the edge of his senses. When encountering a scene where this Charm should be used, the Storyteller informs the player of that fact. Not every treasure triggers this information; only cases where the treasure would prove important to the Exigent's goals will provoke it.

Faded Lustre Form Cost: 5m 1wp Type: Simple Keywords: Mute Duration: One scene

Dust and tarnish may fool the unobservant, tricking them into passing true gems by. The Exigent may attempt Stealth without proper cover, hiding in plain sight as a bland and uninteresting bystander worth no further attention. Penalties may be applied to the roll depending on the environment - a vagrant huddled in an alleyway is far more believable than the same vagrant sitting by an active volcano. Regardless, any observer whose Awareness roll is beaten must pay a point of Willpower to interact with the Exigent, and cannot do so without cause - his presence must threaten the subject of one of their Intimacies, he must be directly pointed out to them, or he must do something at odds with his unimpressive guise. Joining Battle or other violent action ends this Charm, and an observer who sees through the ruse cannot be fooled by the Charm for the remainder of the scene.

Pearl Speaks Of Sea Teachings Cost: - Type: Permanent Keywords: None Duration: Permanent

One piece of treasure hints at the existence of a hoard, spilling through the fingers. The Exigent may always attempt Lore or Occult checks to know of treasures, examine them, or similar, even if he has no applicable background or specialty; knowledge pours unbidden into his mind as the prized possession sings its secrets to him. He eliminates up to his Essence in penalties on the roll, and if he succeeds at such a roll with at least three threshold successes, he immediately gains an appropriate Lore or Occult specialty.

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pamphletstoinspire · 7 years ago

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The Church's Year - INSTRUCTION ON THE FIFTH SUNDAY AFTER PENTECOST

At the Introit implore God's assistance and say, with the priest:

INTROIT Hear, O Lord, my voice with which I have cried to thee: be thou my helper, forsake me not, nor do Thou despise me, O god, my Savior. (Ps. XXVI.) The Lord is my light and my salvation; whom shall I fear? Glory be to the Father, etc.

COLLECT O God, who host prepared invisible good things for those that love Thee: pour into our hearts such a sense of Thy love, that we, loving Thee in all, and above all, may obtain Thy promises, which exceed all out desire: Through etc.

EPISTLE (I Peter III. 8-15.) Dearly beloved, Be ye all of one mind, having compassion one of another, being lovers of the brotherhood, merciful, modest, humble: not rendering evil for evil, nor railing for railing, but contrariwise, blessing: for unto this you are called; that you may inherit a blessing. For he that will love life, and see good days, let him refrain his tongue from evil, and his lips that they speak no guile. Let him decline from evil, and do good: let him seek?after peace, and, pursue it: because the eyes of the Lord are upon the just, and his ears unto their. prayers: but the countenance of the Lord upon them that do evil, things. And, who is he that can, hurt you, if you: be zealous of good? But if also you suffer any thing for, justice' sake, blessed are ye. And be not afraid of their fear, and be not troubled: but sanctify the Lord Christ, in your hearts.

How can and how should we sanctify the Lord in our hearts?

By practising those virtues which Peter here recommends, and which he so exactly describes; for thereby we become true disciples of Christ, honor Him and edify others, who by our good example are led to admire Christianity, and to become His followers. Moreover, we thus render ourselves more worthy of God's grace and protection, so that if for justice' sake we are persecuted by, wicked men, we need not fear, because God is for us and will reward us with eternal happiness.

ASPIRATION O good Saviour, Jesus Christ, grant that I may make Thy virtues my own; especially Thy humility, patience, mercy, and love; grant that I may practise them diligently, that I may glorify Thee, sanctify myself, and thus become worthy of Thy protection.

GOSPEL (Matt. V. 20-24.) At that time, Jesus said to his disciples: Except your justice abound more than that of the Scribesand Pharisees, you shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven. You have heard that it was said to them of old: Thou shalt not kill: and whosoever shall kill, shall be in danger of the judgment. But I say to you, that whosoever is angry with his brother, shall be in danger of the judgment. And whosoever shall say to his brother, Raca, shall be in danger of the council. And whosoever shall say, Thou fool, shall be in danger of hell fire. If therefore, thou bring thy gift at the altar, and there thou remember that thy brother bath anything against thee, leave there thy offering befog a the altar, and go first to be reconciled to thy brother: and then coming, thou shaft offer thy gift.

In what did the justice of the Pharisees consist?

In external works of piety, in the avoidance of such gross vices as could not be concealed, and would have brought them to shame and disgrace. But in their hearts these Pharisees cherished evil, corrupt inclinations and desires, pride, envy, avarice, and studied malice and vengeance. Jesus, therefore, called them hypocrites, whitened sepulchres, and St. John calls them a brood of vipers. True Justice consists not only in external works of piety, that is, devotional works, but especially in a pure, sincere, self?sacrificing feeling towards God and man; without this all works, however good, are only a shell without a kernel.

How are we to understand that which Christ here says of anger and abusive words?

The meaning of Christ's words are:. You have heard that murder was forbidden to your fathers in the desert, and that the murderer had to be given up to justice: but I say to you, whoever becomes angry with his neighbor, shall be in danger of divine judgment, and he who with abusive words, such as Raca, Villain, gives vent to his anger, using expressions of contempt and insult, as fool, scoundrel, profligate, wretch, is more liable to punishment. These degrees of anger are punished in different ways by God.

Is anger always sinful?

No, anger is sinful only when we wish or actually inflict some evil to the body, property, or honor of our neighbor; when we make use of such insulting and abusive words as injure his character, provoke and irritate him. If we become angry at the vices and crimes of others, when our office or the duties of our station demand that we watch over the conduct of those under our care, to punish and correct them, (as in the case of parents, teachers, and superiors) then anger is no sin. When one through pure love of God, becomes irritated at the sins and vices of his fellowmen, like King David, or if one urged to wrong, repels the tempter with indignation, this is even a holy anger. Thus St. Gregory Says; "It is to be understood that anger created by impatience is a very different thing from anger produced by a zeal for justice. The one is caused by vice, the other by virtue." He, then, who becomes angry for justice' sake, commits no sin, but his conduct is holy and praiseworthy, for even our Lord was angry at those who bought and sold in the temple, (John II. 15.) Paul at the magician Elymas, (Acts XIII. 8.) and Peter at the deceit of Ananias and Saphira. (Acts V. 3.) Anger, then, to be without sin, must proceed from true zeal for God's honor and the salvation of souls, by which we seek to prevent others from sin, and to make them better. Even in this respect, we must be careful to allow our anger no control over our reason, but to use it merely as a means of doing good, for we are often apt to take the sting of anger for holy zeal, when it is really nothing but egotism and ambition.

Why must we first be reconciled with our neighbor before bringing an offering to God, or undertaking any good work?

Because no offering or other good work can be pleasing to God, while we live in enmity, hatred, and strife with our neighbor; for by living thus we act altogether contrary to God's will. This should be remembered by all Christians, who go to confession and holy Communion, without forgiving those who have offended them, and asking pardon of those whom they have injured. These must know that instead of receiving absolution for their sins, they by an invalid confession are guilty of another sin, and eat their own judgment in holy Communion.

How should reconciliation be made with our neighbor?

With promptness, because the apostle says: Let not the sun go down upon your anger. (Eph. IV. 26.) But if the person you have offended is absent, says St. Augustine, and you cannot easily meet him, you are bound to be reconciled to him interiorly, that is, to humble yourself before God, and ask His forgiveness, making the firm resolution to be reconciled to your enemy as soon as possible. If he is accessible, go to him, and ask his forgiveness; if he has offended you, forgive him from your heart. The reconciliation should be sincere, for God sees into the heart; it should also be permanent, for if it is not lasting, it may be questioned if it was ever sincere. On account of this command of Christ to be reconciled to our enemies before bringing sacrifice, it was the custom in ancient times that the faithful gave. the kiss of peace to one another at the sacrifice of Mass, before Communion, as even to this day do the priests and deacons, by which those who are present, are admonished to love one another with holy love, and to be perfectly reconciled with their enemies, before Communion.

ASPIRATION O God, strike me not with the blindness of the Pharisees that, like them, I may seek to please man by my works, and thus be deprived of eternal reward. Banish from my heart all sinful anger, and give me a holy zeal in charity that I may be anxious only for Thy honor and for the salvation of my neighbor. Grant me also that I may offend no one, and willingly forgive those who have offended me, thus practicing true Christian justice, and become agreeable to Thee.

MEANS OF PREVENTING ANGER

The first and most effectual preventive is humility; for as among the proud there are always quarrels and contentions, (Prov. XIII. 10.) so among the humble reign peace, meekness and patience. To be humble, meek, and patient, we must frequently bring before our minds the example of Christ who did not sin, neither was guile found in His mouth, (I Peter II. 22.) yet suffered great contradictions, many persecutions, scoffs and sneers from sinners, without threatening vengeance to any one for all He suffered; He say's to us in truth: Learn of me, because I am meek and humble of heart. (Matt. XI. Z9.) A very good preventive of anger is to think over in the morning what causes will be likely to draw us into anger at any time during the day, and to arm ourselves against it by a firm resolution to bear all with patience and silence; and when afterwards anything unpleasant occurs, let us think, "What will I effect by my anger? Can I thereby make things better? Will I not even make myself ridiculous and injure my health?" (for experience as well as holy Scripture teaches, that anger shortens life.) (Eccles. XXX. 26.) Finally, the most necessary preventive of anger is fervent prayer to God for the grace of meekness and patience, for although it seems difficult and almost impossible to our nature to be patient, by the grace of God it becomes not only possible, but even easy.

INSTRUCTION ON SACRIFICE

Offer thy gift. (Matt. V. 24.)

In its wider and more universal sense sacrifice comprehends all religious actions by which a rational being; presents himself to God, to be united with Him; and in this sense prayer, praising God, a contrite heart, charity to others, every good work, and observance of God's commandments is a sacrifice. Thus the Holy Scriptures say: Offer up the sacrifice of justice and trust in the Lord. (Fs. IV. 6.) Offer to God the sacrifice of praise. (Ps. XLIX. iq..) Sacrifice to God is an afflicted spirit; a contrite and humble heart, O God, thou wilt not despise. (Ps. 1. 19.) It is a wholesome sacrifice to take heed to the commandments, and to depart from, all iniquity. (Ecclus. XXXV. 2.) "Therefore," says St. Augustine, "every good work which is united in sanctity with God, is a true sacrifice, because it refers to the end of all good, to God, by whom we can be truly happy." As often, then, as you humble yourself in prayer before the majesty of God, when you give yourself up to God, and when you make your will subject to His divine will, you bring a sacrifice to God; as often as you punish your body by continency, and your senses by mortification, you bring a sacrifice to God, because you offer them as instruments of justice; (Rom. VI. 13.) as often as you subdue the evil concupiscence of the flesh, the perverted inclinations of your soul, deny yourself any worldly pleasure for the love of God, you bring a sacrifice to God. Such sacrifices you should daily offer to God; without which all others have no value and do not please God, such as these you can make every moment, when you think, speak, and act all for the love, of God.

Strive then, Christian soul, to offer these pleasing sacrifices to God, the supreme Lord, and as you thus glorify Him, so will He one day reward you with unutterable glory.

[Concerning Sacrifice in a stricter sense, especially the Sacrifice of Jesus on the Cross and its renewal in holy Mass, see the latter part of this book.]

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