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[gumbootillustrations]

day 20 - quote

"you are garroth, protector of the innocent, sworn to care and love for those in need"

my take on what should've happened at the end of s1. context and uncensored image below the cut (tw // mild gore (blood splatter))

so uh... yeah. at the end of season 1 of ashes, ashes, garroth kills zane in irene's cathedral.

the setup for this series of events goes wayyyy back, back to the first war of the magi. in ashes, ashes, xavier was a divine warrior, the justiciar - i've talked abt this in a few of my other posts (specifically in this one), but essentially he founds the jury and carves off nine pieces from his relic to form the juror relics, which give the jurors their uh, for lack of a better term, juror powers. however, during the first ru'auni-tu'lan war (about 400ish years before the main story of ashes, ashes takes place), the relics went missing - leaving the jurors as little more than figureheads for a good few centuries.

then, about 20-25 years before aph shows up on the outskirts of phoenix drop, the high priest of o'khasis at the time figures out a way to give the jurors their juror powers without the relics via a blood magick ritual. said ritual is successful, but it upsets the balance of the universe so badly that the primordial gods intervene and sick a plague on o'khasis, killing roughly a quarter of the population and almost including lord garte ro'meave in that statistic (yes, this is the "near-death experience" that is cited as turning him from a kind-of-asshole into a right cunt). during the plague, a toddler-age garroth gets really sick, and goes for a wander throughout the ro'meave residence and ends up in the attic, where he finds a strange, glowing rock that seems to be calling out to him... he remembers bugger all of this, and what he does remember he puts down to a fever dream.

later on down the line, after nicole fakes her death and disappears about three or so years before the start of ashes, ashes, zane begins to show signs of what garte believes to be dissatisfaction with his regime, and in an effort to bring zane back under his control, he forces xavier's relic into his only remaining son. if zane had the spiritual constitution to wield said relic, this would be all fine and well, but because he doesn't, he begins to suffer the effects of relic corruption, which slowly drives him insane until he's the mad, devoted-to-his-interpretation-of-irene-and-her-doctrine-above-all-else, lawful-evil, war-criminal priest that he's introduced to us as during the wedding arc of season one.

then, during the battle for phoenix drop, garroth hands himself and the amulet over to zane in an attempt to save phoenix drop from a battle that he knows they're doomed to lose. and zane turns him into a juror via the ritual - and because garroth has (unknowingly) been holding esmund's relic in him this whole time, everything turns to custard, and garroth is rendered effectively comatose for pretty much the entire confrontation between zane, lillian, and the phoenix drop gang (aph, aaron, laur, and katelyn) - until zane moves to attack and kill aphmau right after she's absorbed irene's relic.

so you know how in starlight we're told that the relics are sentient? and you know how in starlight we're told that the relics have the ability to control the bodies of their hosts?

well uh. esmund's relic reacts to the threat against its matron that it senses. and with garroth essentially catatonic and in no state to fight back against the possession, he stands up, corners zane in a barrier, and rips xavier's relic out of his brother's chest - killing him almost immediately - before collapsing again, leaving the others to drag him out of the cathedral when zoey shows up with the portal. the entire time, zane is screaming at him to snap out of it, to remember who he serves, to remember who his brother is, and all the while the others can only watch on in horror as garroth condemns the one man hes spent the entire season trying to save to death.

garroth doesn't find out that he's killed his only remaining sibling (to his knowledge) until he wakes up two days later.

so yeah. ro'bro angst.

let me know if u have any questions! :3

[sh4dz-kn8xx]

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[winds-of-zephyr416]

my head hurts but I FINALLY LEARNED HOW TO DRAW HEADS AT THIS ANGLE WOOOO

[capesch-arts]

Can't wait for Da Capo to drop because I've got some neat fanarts for y'all hehe

(I've been gifted a sub by IG oomf and I've seen it basically lol)

[girzapata6]

Kremy begging Torbek to let The Other out... Man, I'll SO FUCKING ANNOYING on His Ask Blog OAKSJSLAKSKKAKDKAKS

[marswasnothere]

hello my liege. I come offering a thought.

I'm not very familiar with the timeline of Daniel getting his tattoos but. How does Max react when baby badger Daniel gets his first tattoo and/or the thigh tattoo?

We know Daniel's tiny shorts were already driving Max crazy, so how does he feel when he sees the colorful ink peaking under them?

Daniel tattoo primer we love you

Ship and a lighthouse to represent home and traveling the world. It says “No Regrets, Only Memories” and is symbolic of his journey to F1. Got it in 2013 when he was announced as the new Red Bull driver - it was his first tattoo. He thought if he got a big one he��d only get one (he was wrong). It’s front and center on his right quad.

Let's say Daniel got this over winter after his first season (half season) at Red Bull, and doesn't tell Max until he posts a pic of it on instagram a few weeks later. Max messages him immediately and asks him a bunch of questions, why he got it, when did he, where, did it hurt, why that style, what does it mean to him, such and such. Daniel answers them all with diligence, just answering questions to his coworker :)

Then they're at the factory together and finally Max can see it in person. But Daniel's wearing long pants, because it's january and he's a cold little baby. Daniel goes to the toilet and Max follows him, asking to see the tattoo. Daniel says "yup sure :)" and shimmies his jeans down all the way to his thighs to show off his newly tatted thigh to Max.

It's smooth. Has to be smooth. Had to be shaved down to be tattooed on, duh, but its still smooth. After like three weeks of healing. Did Daniel shave? It's... so big too. For a first tattoo?

"Well if I get my first one and it's big," Daniel says, gesturing at his leg, "then I won't get another. It hurt quite a bit so that's enough convincing for me, haha."

Max stays in the toilet's longer than intended to will down his hard on. No wanking on company time.

A few weeks later, and Daniel's wearing shorts again. Max can't function.

[bobcat-pie]

IT HAPPENED

IN CLASS I GOT CRITIQUED ON THE UNREALISTIC JOINT ANGLES OF A POSE AND I STOPPED THEM MID-SENTENCE BY DOING THE EXACT POSE

[teddybeartoji]

pls let oliver seduce u let him in hes innocent he just wants to have a look around!!!

INNOCENTTTT?!="!??=!?"=!?"?!??!?!?!"=?!"??! anyway i totally would i'm sorry but he really is just like a big dog in my head he is my buddy i want him to stand at the foot of the bed without a shirt on while telling me a stupid joke that isn't even funny (i am laughing)

[corvidcrybaby]

taking on Alucard in a Ghoul-killing contest when you're just a rank-and-file soldier (and a bratty one at that) tends to have consequences

[trashyandtiredsol]

WHAT THERE'S BOOP'S AGAIN-

[recycledraccoon]

Realizing the cantrip I decided Oisin learns as his first spell has some TRAGIC uses for me to exploit to inflict emotional damage.

[soulventure91]

i promised @gwynbleiddyn i'd do this so even tho oc kiss week is over i'm still going to do it -

#ockiss25, prompt whatever: forbidden. Shadiya Sulahan-Basekh and the city of Akhenaton belong to AJ, mentioned above. He lets me play around with them sometimes!

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Slash right. Pivot. Shift grip to thrust. Forward. Block. Twist, pommel jab. Pivot into upward cut, pivot again into downward cut. Shift grip for wide slash left.

Early mornings in Akhenaton were blessedly cool, with the sun just above the horizon. The city was already bustling outside, trying to get the morning business done before the sun searing heat began to crash down on the city. Diric savored these mornings: no meetings, no political posturing, just his old drills and ensuring his body was still fighting fit. In the event Mio's promises only resulted in a room and a bed, Diric would need to be ready to return to mercenary work. His deepest hopes pleaded that would not be the case, but too many years of pragmatism and loss meant he could not expect much more than what he had right now.

"So this is what you're up to before breakfast."

Diric was mid-turn at speed when Shadiya's voice - Queen Shadiya's voice - cut through his quiet morning and sent him spilling onto his backside with his training sword spinning out of his hands. He blinked up toward the courtyard entrance to find Shadiya standing there peering back at him. She was clad in a simple gown, gauzy-light and cinched with a wide belt studded with precious metal and gems, her hair simply braided back but in such a way to expose her sharp jaw and cheek: slender, but beautiful. And dangerous. Diric knew that Maahes and Shadiya had been wed long before Diric had ended up in Maahes's life - marriages between noble families, of course - and where Maahes wore his royal power like a mantle wrapped around his person, Shadiya carried hers like a poisoned needle-dagger: pretty to look at, but too sharp for your own good. Not to mention you'd pay for any mistakes in handling.

"Nothing says I can't train on my own, ma'am," Diric insisted as he got to his feet and quickly moved to collect the training sword. He heard Shadiya's footsteps pad down from the entrance onto the lightly-sandy training floor. "But I reckon you're not just looking in out of polite concern."

Shadiya's smile was slight, and despite the edge to it Diric couldn't pick up on any potential danger behind it.

"You're a strange one, I'll admit," Shadiya confessed, even as she circled Diric slightly. Diric stayed still, wary. "You arrive trailing after Maahes like a guard dog, yet touched with divine power of your own. Both of you insist you have some role to play here in the city, but any time I ask Maahes about it he has no straight answer."

Diric can definitely imagine Mio squirming under this kind of interrogation. It reminded Diric too much of his homeland.

"And you think I can give you one?"

"That would be nice, wouldn't it?"

Shadiya finished her circle and squared herself in front of Diric. She wasn't going to take any sort of side-step answer, he could tell: the way her eyes remained fixed, an impatient tap of her fingertips against her hip with arms akimbo. He exhaled thinly before Diric set the tip of the training blade against the stone to lean on.

"Full answer? I've got nowhere else to go," Diric replied, keeping his tone matter-of-fact. "Whatever role I'm to play, Maahes is trying to sort out without stepping on political toes. But I'm an outsider, no one likes that much."

"And the role you'd want to play?"

"Taken." Diric can't help a wry, tight smile. "Makes me very late to the party, it seems."

"Hm, true. Not entirely without hope though," Shadiya noted. "Mobile, all in combat order, and a unique fighting style to boot. You'd be well-fit for the palace guard, but that seems...quiet for you."

"And sending me into the army sends me too far away, and I'll not start at the bottom again," Diric added. "Any tries to give me a higher position's going to heat up the nobles that buy into those same posts and the real soldiers that've earned 'em."

"Politically acute, even. More intriguing."

"Wouldn't Maahes have told you about me?" Diric countered.

"He has; the scorned scion of your house, sole survivor of your army unit and illithid enslavement," Shadiya replied. "But hearing about you from him is a stark difference to talking to you directly, Captain Vajon."

"That was never my rank."

"I do have agents with a far reach outside this city and empire," Shadiya noted; there was that dangerous smile again. "If you keep calling me 'ma'am', I'll just have to call you 'captain'."

Diric suddenly realized Shadiya was closer now, and for a moment his instincts rebelled. Among Drow, a woman standing this close meant a strike of some sort, at least without proper deference. He quickly, instinctively, flicked his gaze away and tried to slip a step away - to regain distance, composure. But Shadiya moved with him, and her hand caught onto the jerkin Diric wore over his shirt, to help keep the comfort of armor on his back without actually wearing it.

"...don't," Shadiya murmured; Diric couldn't place the tone of her voice, but again no edge of danger. "Don't look away from me. Don't move away. For what you mean to him. If you wouldn't move away from him...don't move away from me."

Instinct kept Diric's gaze averted, but he saw Shadiya's hand reach up, just managing to brush his jaw. Trying to turn his gaze back to her. He did follow her touch, pulse racing as he awkwardly looked down to Shadiya. Her own gaze seemed to study his face, weighing and examining.

This shouldn't be happening, Diric realized with a strange skip in his heart. She's married to Mio, she's the damn queen, I shouldn't be standing here like this -

Shadiya pulled on his jerkin, and Diric stumbled onto a knee. Unfortunately he had to catch himself, and the nearest place to do so was Shadiya's waist. It brought him dangerously close to her, and though Diric wanted to ease back Shadiya set a firm hold on his jaw - both intimate and warning.

Don't look away. Don't move away.

This shouldn't -

A slight tug to his jaw was the only warning Diric received before Shadiya ducked close to kiss him: direct, focused, almost as if she'd already planned how to do it. Diric was too stunned to return it, chest pounding when Shadiya broke the kiss, lingering slightly as if trying to tempt him.

No. She's Mio's wife. I shouldn't...

"...I see we have a lot to think about," Shadiya murmured. "I think I understand. Maybe."

Before Diric could ask what she meant, Shadiya had pulled away form his touch and breezed out of the courtyard. Diric himself was stuck kneeling in the courtyard, the morning air heating up as the sun continued to rise.

"...what the fuck is she on about."

[theelderhazelnut]

Guuuurl you thinkin of a team up?

OMG YESSSS AAUGHOUGH-

Saturnine exists in mk1 while ROTV takes place during mkx and mk11 but we can work on that XD

In the beginning of the story, Ombra finds some evidence regarding that it was Hotaru who caused that flight incident. (In which her parents were killed). Soooo after a while Ombra comes up with this plan to get under the Orderrealm rebel’s skin to make Hotaru suffer. Saturnine has connections with Quan Chi too soooo… 👀

[sp1derc1der]

My mutual, @zecromgen5, and I are making a Fakemon region! We’re probably going to make a sideblog for the region.

[bananakeiky]

I have no idea about genshin and stuff but one of my mutuals reblogs a lot of ur art and I just gotta say:

This shit fucks, bro. You draw really really nicely. Keep up the good work and I hope you have a great day dude ✨✨

OOOHH ehehe thank you so much for telling me!! This was so heartwarming to read 😊 😊 😊. Please have a wonderful day!!

[amastelaire]

.I had to just. pause for so long after seeing the ???? what do I even call that please say you know which post I’m referring to

:D