#replace fuse

[abyssalzones]

low lays the devil in me

*if you tag as ship it's an insta-block. not what this is. thanks

[millidew]

red pokemon: ace attorney

[nmoroder]

Paradise Lost if the Religion patron hand't undergone his cycle of self-flagelation in previous game

[nanamugu]

Hes so bad at his job TT (exactly what I would expect from a teenager being god)

[spaceistheplaceart]

i am once again on my ekurei fusion shit

(Please Reblog!)

[serpentface]

Stavis Amanti, the reigning monarch of the Wardi Empire during the great drought, decked out in traveling regalia and perpetually frazzled.

He and his dynasty are facing some major public opinion issues in the wake of a disastrous war against the rebelling tributary state of Finnerich and an unprecedented drought and famine.

Stavis oversaw a second invasion of Finnerich, in attempt to assist the imperial loyalist Finn monarchy in civil war against dissenting Northern Finns. This invasion was a catastrophic failure, and resulted in much of Finnerich's conquered territory being liberated and Imperial Wardin being humiliated.

One of the most crushing elements of the defeat was the killing of the Odomache (the high priestess of the Odonii order, spiritual leader and de-facto commander of the Imperial Wardi military, and believed to be a physical incarnation of God). The Odomache does not usually participate in combat directly, but was sent into the thick of battle as an attempted show of power. She was captured and killed and her corpse was defiled, an act deeply significant to those in the Wardi faith- the sanctity of her body is directly connected with the sovereignty and sanctity of the imperial entity.

This was proven to imperial Wardi observers when the rainy season that year failed, as did each rainy season over the next five years. The region is mostly reliant on seasonal flooding for its agriculture, and with flooding either being inadequate or wholly absent, this drought resulted in an extreme famine. This is interpreted as a result of The Face Of God Itself being defiled, and God being severed from Its lands.

Five years into the drought, the political landscape of the Wardi empire is in shambles. The city-state of Erub is experiencing a localized collapse as the Yellowtail river runs dry. Godsmouth and Lobera are in borderline open rebellion, calling for the ousting of the Amanti dynasty. Public opinion of the royal family is at rock bottom. The key unifying factor of Imperial Wardin (which is culturally diverse and composed of relatively powerful and distinct city-states) is its shared state religion, and the royal family is increasingly seen as impious, weak, and a foreign element (as effectively a remnant of the former eastern Burri empire). Pre-existing tensions between the monarchy and the priesthoods are exacerbated, with much of the Imperial Wardi public now calling for the overthrow of the monarchy (in favor of, essentially, an imperialist theocracy).

Much of the population is starving. All the usual dry season sacrifices have failed to restore the cycle of sacrifice and rebirth, and no new Odomache has been crowned. It's in this context that the great pilgrimage occurs under Stavis Amanti's command, with the goal of performing a reenactment of creation via the mass sacrifice of seven great beasts (aspects of God) and the incarnation of a new Odomache. It is hoped that this will restore God's connection with its lands and end the drought.

While this is (for most involved) a sincerely believed religious conviction, it is absolutely a desperate power play as well. The trek of the royal family, hundreds of soldiers and military elites, and the two most powerful priesthoods (the Galenii and Odonii) is a display of unity between the three fractured core powers of Imperial Wardin.

This is itself exceptionally fraught. Not only are the leaders of barely unified factions stuck together on a road-trip, but this trip is essentially a military march, taking place largely through conquered tributary lands. The pilgrimage contains the king, the prince, the king-sister, about three hundred soldiers, dozens of Odonii and Galenii, hundreds of servants and associated laborers, and a couple hundred khait and oxen. Such a movement requires a tremendous amount of resources to sustain.

Imperial Wardi culture involves a spirit of charity (particularly towards the Galenii priesthood) which is being heavily banked on to keep this hungry march afloat. In practice, a lot of commoners aren’t too thrilled by soldiers marching into their towns and demanding tribute in the midst of a devastating famine. Particularly given that much of the pilgrimage path is through conquered and heavily exploited tributary lands.

Needless to say this is not the best PR move for the Amanti dynasty and things go to shit.

Stavis himself is not a particularly cruel or stupid man (BIG CAVEAT: he is the head of an imperialist state), but was crowned amid growing internal conflict (after a long stretch of relative stability during his father's reign) and is overwhelmed by complex political situations and prone to hasty and dramatic maneuvers. He is heavily distrustful of the Odonii priesthood (which is functionally more in control of the military than he is), and is maneuvering to have his personal friend Faiza Haidamane mantled as the new Odomache, in hopes of maintaining loyal ties and not being replaced by, like, a god-emperor.

That being said, he is a true believer in the pilgrimage and is really, really, really hoping that getting all those cows and stuff to that place is gonna make all the raiding (and occasional massacres) of his own civilians to feed his pilgrim-army work out.

[shewhooncegripped]

Magic Anon time! Turns you into a humanoid sheep person for a day or two, or something.

(//Yes this is because i saw you joke about Kromer and cult of the lamb)

[Just as Kromer is getting used to having to wear a maid dress she suddenly feels... displaced. It's almost like within a blink her vision has changed. The bright colors she's enjoyed suddenly drain from her vision. Yellows and oranges appear muted, reds are muddled... Yet blues seem vibrant.]

[This is so similar to when Kromer had changed into a prosthetic body. Yet it also is quite different. With a cold stake of fear striking Kromer, the woman lifts her hands to make sure they weren't robotic. And yet... Her nails are black? Kromer doesn't paint her nails. Kromer still has fleshy hands (beautifully human hands) which the woman is grateful for. Yet, Kromer can't help but feel something is off.]

[Kromer tries to take a step to stabilize herself against the wall, but the Eleventh Sinner immediately loses balance. It feels as if she is walking on stilts. Kromer hits the floor quite roughly in an undignified manner, the woman just hopes Sinclair didn't hear it...]

[Kromer takes a moment to collect herself before trying to take stock of what changed about her. Kromer can tell there is a weight on her head, as if a crown has been balanced. Her hair feels... frizzy. Actually, that odd frizzy feeling travels down her back and under her dress. Kromer doesn't think she is liking the implications of this.]

...haaahh...

[Kromer belatedly realizes one new thing. She can't feel her toes. That is what drives the woman back into a frenzy. Kromer shuffles her skirt out of the way only to be met with two ovine legs. Her legs appear to have wool on them, almost as if Kromer is wearing pants under the maid dress. At the end of each leg are two hooves Kromer is meant to balance on. How is Kromer meant to balance on that?? Kromer feels what she can only assume is hysteria start to leak into her fear. Her form keeps being changed so easily. Her humanity keeps being stolen from her so easily. Kromer can't even do anything to fight it.]

Huhuhu...

[Kromer can't stop herself from giggling. This is such a ridiculous situation. The woman rubs at her eyes to try to rid herself of the budding tears. Kromer needs to hold herself together, eventually Sinclair will fetch her and Kromer cannot be upset when he does.]

[wasntthataparty]

guys i dont think i can fix my PS2. it might be over

[bi-panic-at-the-disco]

hrghhhh how would you even go about mending an felt and fabricked and metal based animatronic

[miggylol]

ugh tomorrow I have to go to a meeting I've been dreading for a week

[multicoloredglob]

all the drawings of zaagle i've done

[ghoulangerlee]

DAMN do I wanna cry

[arseniccattails]

"how's work"

[walkawaytall]

I'm gonna need everyone to remember that I am not an electrical engineer or a mechanic whenever this next chapter of Purpose of Heritage gets posted, okay?

[yujikuna]

revali’s gale i will always miss u

[cultivating-wildflowers]

🥶