#great cataclysm

[systemsearcher]

Random Bionicle Thought

When you think about it, it is rather fortunate that the island of Mata Nui is somewhere around four times the size of Metru Nui. Metru Nui is an enormous megatropolis that was both the heart and the brain of the Matoran Universe, not only housing millions of native Matoran, but also gods only know how many visitors at a constant basis.

Imagine how hellish it would've been to settle the sheer amount of people on an island that wasn't absolutely humongous by comparison.

On a different thought, I wonder if there were any non-Matoran visitors on Metru Nui at the time of the great cataclysm. Imagine a Vortixx trader visiting Metru Nui, only to end up capsule'd and then waking up on Mata Nui, off screen, with no memory and for some reason shrunk. Dwarf Vortixx would've been kind of funny.

[askvectorprime]

Could you explain the confusing history of the Uniend Sharkticons to us?

Dear Sharkticon Speculator,

Oh dear, I suppose I should do, given the apparent confusion is largely my fault.

During the Age of Evolution, as later scholars have named it, a plethora of Cybertronian life emerged onto Cybertron's surface. While most of my kin preferred to study those whose forms more closely resembled our own, I found myself watching over the Predacon and Insecticon breeds that arose from the Well. The others viewed them as little more than beasts, but they were possessed of an uncommon intellect, and a canny curiosity that was often confused as baser instinct. I taught them science and art, which they absorbed voraciously.

Unfortunately, that all came to an end with the Great Cataclysm, when meteors and radiation threatened to strip the world bare. While the smaller humanoid-robots that became modern day Cybertronians were able to survive, and many Insecticons retreated into the core for protection, the Predacons were unable to escape the devastation.

And so, I intervened.

Telling not even my kin, I gathered together as many of the Predacons as I could, along with some Insecticons, and loaded them onto Titans. While the world was stripped of its protective magnetosphere, we escaped, diving into the void of space, to find a new world where they might survive, or even prosper.

And we found it, in the far-off Lenocinium Velnero System, a world of sea and archipelagos rich in energon. There the Predacons, many of whom already had aquatic alternate modes, took to the waters. The Insecticons didn't take long to follow suit, exploring the depths of their new world, which they soon named Aquatron.

Over the millennia, the Predacons and Insecticons adapted even further, becoming Sharkticons, Leviacons, Lobster-bots, Piranhacons, Eelcons, Allicons, Croctobots, Cleaners, Shrimp-bots, and other specialized forms. They created their own societies, rising and flourishing with the tides, while I retreated into the Realm of the Primes. I did, however, leave behind one of the blades of my Mandala, through which they would be able to contact me, if their need was great.

Unfortunately, they became one of the first victims of their distant kin: the Quintessons, spawn of Quintus Prime. Observing the Aquatronians, the Quintessons realized their shared kinship, but instead of reaching out with open tendrils, they tightened their coils around their brethren in the name of research. Inside the Aquatronians' bodies, the Quintessons discovered a dormant organ-mechanism, one they themselves lacked. Through experimentation, they were able to activate these T-cogs, and armed with this knowledge, were able to present themselves as saviors, raising Aquatron to a new level of civilization—if only the Aquatronians would surrender their freedom. So convincing and powerful were the Quintessons, that only a brief period of hesitance passed before the Aquatronians submitted, and by the time they realized they had been conquered, the thought of rebellion had already been quashed. The Sharkticons became the clawed fist of the burgeoning Quintesson Empire, while the others were made to toil to produce energon.

When the Quintessons discovered Cybertron, they used the space bridges to connect to it, and brought their Sharkticon slave-enforcers with them. But in their greed and haste, the Quintessons overreached. The Cybertronians realized what was being forced upon them, and began plotting rebellion—and when the spark of rebellion catches, it spreads like plasmafire. It even reached the shores of Aquatron, causing the Aquatronians to rise up as well, threatening to throw off the shackles of Quintesson oppression. One even recovered the Mandala-blade, carrying it to Cybertron. He was driven by visions—admittedly, granted by me—of a bot who would liberate their world, at the time known simply as D-16.

Together the two joined the fight for liberation, and drove the Quintessons from Cybertron, forcing them to seal their space bridges and consolidate their core territories—including Aquatron. Those Aquatronians stranded on Cybertron retreated to the Sea of Ages, becoming the stuff of urban legend. Alpha Trion, recognising the blade of my Mandala for what it was, took it from the Aquatronian and stored it with his other relics. And Aquatron itself spent untold eons under Quintesson control, until they brought about their own doom.

During the conflict between the Autobots and Decepticons, the Quintessons lured Optimus Prime to Aquatron, in the hopes of seizing the Matrix of Leadership, making their own facsimile of the artifact using its data as a backup plan. But in doing so, they also lured Megatron—the former D-16—to their world. He came across the fragmentary records of the Quintesson rebellion, as well as the prophecy of their liberation by his hand. Using the duplicate Matrix, he became a hybrid Aquatronian being, a Sharkticon Megatron. The power of the Matrix coursed through him and through the Aquatronians, erasing the Quintesson control codes that had been implanted in them. The Aquatronians were free, and rose up against their former masters. When the Decepticons and Autobots left, some chose to follow Megatron, although he had by that point lost the Matrix. Others stayed on Aquatron to rebuild a new, and more peaceful society.

By the time the Great War ended, the Sharkticons and other Aquatronian transformers had become a minor, if fearsome, part of the Decepticon forces. Many were arrested and sentenced to prison, while others returned to Aquatron, which had become part of the Cybertronian's new alliance of worlds.

None knew of their origin as ancient Predacons, and none knew of my involvement. Which is probably for the best.

[cha5otic]

(Art by Llortor on DA)

"Huh, so Metru Nui is inside the GSR, but wait, does it align itself freely in proportion to it or is it fixed, cause-"

LIFE IN METRU NUI

THE GREAT CATACLYSM

Edit: Yes I know there's artificial gravity inside the GSR, but it seems like being a gyroscope was either a fandom-agreed detail or wasn't mentioned explicitly by Greg (like if it were gyroscopes wouldn't it mean when the GSR rose up, Karda Nui+Northern+Southern continent wouldn't have any easy access to it since the liquid valves would cut them off to prevent liquid rushing from Metru Nui into them)

[monards]

i resigned myself to the fate of knowing Rhine will infact be dumbed down to the ‘I didn’t know the consequences of my actions’ waifu trope the second paimon first referred to her as almost purely albedos mom in the fontaine quest

[eldritchmusing]

Jesus christ there was so much shit brought up by this H/lluva B/ss episode huh?

Like it genuinely makes me uncomfortable the level that some stans are willing to do to defend V/vziepop just because she's an "indie" artist, from harrassment to blaming people for being upset to just borderline gaslighting sometimes?

Like I hate to use too strong of words but things like "actually it's your fault for reading too deep into these things" after saying "don't worry [x] character is going to get deeper don't you worry!!" make me think of gaslighting, even if that's not quite the term to use.

Also the vibes of "it's actually your fault if you find trouble with something" is absolutely rancid.

Like god forbid people ask for a goddamn trigger warning for something like domestic abuse that isn't played off for jokes. And honestly the fact that I have to put something like that just says how low of a bar my brain has sometimes.

Like, if something like SA or abuse that's played for jokes, I can tolerate it, mostly because pop culture has normalized those things being joked about. Mind you, I still won't like it, but I'll tolerate it.

But, if it's played for straight and is supposed to be emotional, then put a fucking trigger warning.

Hell, even for the above, you should STILL trigger warning it, because I (unlike the braindead stans of this show) acknowledge that my standards are not the same as other and I have the decency to acknowledge that people have different triggers, likes, and dislikes, so will need warnings and tags about what is connected.

You can tag something without "spoiling" it, and if that's the reason why she didn't tag something like that, then I'm going to be pissed.

Sorry about the rant, I just suddenly felt like. A lot of emotion bubble up and I needed to let it out. I mostly typed this out to get it out, but if anyone wants to talk about it, feel free to reblog and add your own thoughts about this whole thing.

I might be a little late to responding, but I'll try to reblog replies to this.

[magicpotatothoughts]

I just started to read the famous No Paths Are Bound fic and I’m not even 5 chapters in but wowww so kind of the author to give me the visceral experience of what Xie Lian went through in Book 4.

Very immersive 👍🙂

I feel great 👍🙂

Cheers mate 👍🙂

[jewishcissiekj]

"Converged" "Cataclysm" (Aida just died)

[assim-eu-sou]

😿 the tears...

[iwasbored777]

This

And this

[wanderlustmagician]

So I watched a video of someone harvesting their medicinal herbs earlier and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about how in Cataclysmic, Twi will have a medicinal herb garden and Legend will probably be super interested in the properties of them…

And well in the video, the gardener was went over Horehound and its properties… which bore this conversation between aforementioned boys;

Gold tipped, blackened fingertips tapped the label of one of the drawers, the writing on the paper was a looping scrawl. “This,” echoed the Apothecary’s voice, “is good for muscle spasms, cramps, breathin’ issues, and sore throats.”

The other boy hummed, pushing back pink tinged hair to look closer at the drawer. “What’s it called?”

“Horehound.”

“We should be plenty stocked up on that then,” the Crystal witch grins up at the other. “You should supply us with enough of that.”

“That’s all them and you know it!”

The angry, embarrassed flush that crawled over the other’s face was well worth the chores he had to as penance.

[tastytofusoup]

Really wish I'd titled my WoW Classic posts 'Vanilla WoW' instead.

[king0fcrows]

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[reginrokkr]

𝐗𝐗𝐗𝐕𝐈𝐈. Birth of a thought made manifest in human flesh —Dáinsleif's origins—.

◜The Winged One's regret or remorse gave birth to a thought, and as he imagined the path that could have been taken, a new soul was born.◞

As a result of the war waged against the Second Who Came, Nibelung and the ensuing chaos with the leaking Forbidden Knowledge that had to be subdued lest the world was plunged into darkness, thus left with no chances for survival, Phanes' functions were ruined and could no longer use their absolute authority to suppress the original order of this world. In combination with his severely wounded state, the Usurper glimpsed into the wrongs of his deeds and the ones bound to come after if he were to be deteriorated further due to the influence of the Forbidden Knowledge, the loathing and resentments of the world or other forces that could take advantage of his weakened state.

He who loved his human creations more than anyone, and He who cursed the gods to come after to love humans saw himself mired in hypocrisy the moment his creations were at disadvantage the most and were kept in the highest regard no longer due to his own decisions' and that of his closest circle, who should follow his will. Thus in a moment of weakness and lucidity, his regret gave birth to a thought— to a what if. What if things were different, what if his initial desire continued without struggling against the vicissitudes and personal agendas, what if he was stronger to not let himself be corrupted to this point of apparent no return.

What if he could undo everything that made his sacred plans evil.

From these last thoughts was Dáinsleif born as a soul, nurtured in a seed in Irminsul's benevolent aura out of its kindness and will for the world to cease fighting against its own natural orders and to diminish the loathing and resentments of the world that the Primordial One has caused. One day of the countless moons this seed basked under the moonlight and Irminsul's might, he was born in the material world in Celestia as a human, a manifestation of the origins never known by others of Phanes' closest circle until divine's eyes fell upon him. Unrest was among them, yet only muted at the knowledge that they could do with him as they pleased. So repeating the cycle of a once heiress of Celestia that failed in her task to retrieve the Pearl of Genesis and believed herself to be the queen of the kingdom of darkness, Dáinsleif was sent there with the intent to erase his memories of any ties he could have to Celestia.

Thus he would have no connection with the divine, nor his actions would suppose betrayal to any— for it is them who betrayed them first, abandoned him to his fortune. Unbeknownst to them, he who they abandoned would be the one to silence the source of all sins in the deepest abyss and undo the wrongs that began with the greatest Usurper, as well as reweaving all threads of fate.

It would all begin in Khaenri'ah, where Dáinsleif has drifted with a mission he recalls no more, and where he would mature his views of the world, limited at the time as they may be. His love for humanity and pursuit to defend them limitless as the Primordial Sea from where all life is born, even if his personal beliefs about the laws set in the kingdom and its deeds may differ drastically from what it would be expected of anyone who arrives to the kingdom established along the roots of Irminsul.

[dark-elf-writes]

Cataclysm AU:

The flying fucking squirrel tosses

Imagine a short ass 12 yr old dropping out of the sky and latching onto some guys face like a feral cat

Kakashi with a pupil blown wide enough to cover his whole iris: cute little genin that won’t immediately die? Ones that I won’t have to mourn and talk to at the memorial stone? All for me

Kakashi: where’s my rainbow ink pen Pakkun? I need to sign up for this right now.

The first time one of them hears someone call Naruto a demon with that curled lip and hate in their eyes the kids are alone. Two minutes later when Kakashi appears to calm them down having been across the village in a meeting with the Hokage, there’s screaming and fire and the ground itself raising to try and strangle the person who said it. He doesn’t even look at the singed and half buried man who had suffered his kids wrath. Instead he tugs the three of them close, Naruto shaking body in the middle with the other two clinging to him just as tightly as the were clinging to Kakashi.

Those fucking edited pics with mudslide Sakura

Meanwhile Sakura’s practicing her baseball bat swings with a whole ass tree sasuke lit on fire

!!!

[flowerflamestars]

Hi Flowers! if you don't mind I want to talk a bit about the latest chapter of Your Heart that you posted a few weeks back. I really enjoyed it and Neris was such a power couple! The descriptions about the Hewn City and CoN is really cool too, and the general creepiness of Keir as well, like he is genuinely unsettling. Also: Rhys keeps his gentry locked in basically a basement??? (metaphorically I mean) that would be so in character for him. But also like this is such a terrible decision, they seem to be unsupervised completely, and like that could cause massive trouble for him to come? but he ignores that completely? absolutely unhinged.

Cassian is also very much in character, a very despicable hateful man. He deserves everything bad coming his way at that point lol. The audacity to storm the CoN and arrest/imprison Nesta and Eris yikes

Also you mentioned that the bad man body count will come up soon again, will it be one of the remaining Vanserra brothers? I'm very invested

I don’t mind at all, thank you!

The thing with Rhys- which is absolutely canon, but I do love to run with- is that Rhysand is a person of basically completely unchecked power, privilege, and position. But he’s not interested in ruling. It’s completely personal- Keir bows once and gets some broken bones? Rhys has won. Feyre throws a magical tantrum in front of all the High Lords? Right and justifiable. Canon says he dismissed his fathers...entire government? Court? and replaced them with his friends. He does not a give a fuck.

As for Cassian- he writes himself after acosf! He has one more brutal confrontation with the Vanserras to go before he truly slinks away in shame but my god, he probably deserves worse. What does he do when the lie of the dream- and Mor, Nesta, and Azriel- are all gone? THREE HUNDRED MORE YEARS OF SULKING

Keir dies first for a lot of reasons- Mor and Azriel as the worlds least likely allies to the Vanserra clan!- but also as a show: Eris and Nesta are stronger together. Literally capable of killing the closest thing to a High Lord, effortlessly.

But Beron’s real power isn’t power, it’s fear.

Nesta could probably snap him like a twig, but it is Eris’s worst nightmare to even have the two of them in the same room- he tells her to kill him. If Beron ever pays too much attention to her, to do it.

But Eris is not the heir to the throne.

Severin is, and he wants Eris- cunning, weak, useful Eris- alive. His coup of a wife? Not so much.

The less physically dangerous and still monstrous living brother, Osian, is primarily here for the drama. And the ownership of lesser faeries, because he’s a revolting nightmare person. 

Autumn is won in sacrifice, and blood. A throne of bone beneath red trees- Eris’s entire plan, Nesta’s entire focus, remains on ritual. They’re killing their way into a slaughterhouse, but the magic loves them. They’re not stealing the crown, they’re going to steal the land. What Eris has protected all these years, the spirit of a place where the year dies, in the hands of Lady Death herself. 

Once they manage that, they have no choice but to go after the brothers- and would anyway. 

Eris has a plan. His plans have plans. Nesta knows this, but is also NESTA. So there will forever come a time where she slides out of shadow like the sexy wildcard that she is, and knifes a High Lord for being terrible. 

[yetdevout]

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