#s: conquest

[joyxande]

Mortal Kombat: Conquest [1999]

Renee Tenison & Jaime Pressly | Sora & Mika

The series is based on the fighting game series Mortal Kombat, and acted as a prequel to the first Mortal Kombat film.

[dirtyoldmanhole]

nsfw text this is just filthy meta lol

got a thunderbolt strike of an idea based off of ch25 thoughts

and i cannot believe

nobody has done a specifically 'bad rev end possessed!gunter fucks corrin personally until she's anankos' vessel' smut/dead dove drabble yet

given the

uhhh

'bodily fluids' vibe with accepting dragon blood

yea ok i'm fucking the definition of ""blood" here, u all know that is not the point

BEST PART IT GOES SO WELL WITH A SCENE IN THIS FIC >:)

ermagerd

this is so delicious given his thoughts on royalty too ajshkhshjshj hee hee hoo hoo

[urwendii]

Not that I will write it but I can't stop thinking about an AU of what would have actually happened if Melkor (had more self control) and never stole the Silmarils nor killed Finwë, and instead went back to Angband. Fëanáro would still be riled up because Melkor still did sow discord amongst the Noldor but it never climaxed into Finwë's murder so who knows what would have happened then. No rebellion, no exile, no oath.

But would war come to Aman at some point in later years, once Melkor got his husband army back in order or would the Valar close their eyes to the chaos happening in Endórë? And Melkor ruled there unopposed? But not challenged (not really at least.)

[thedragonagelesbian]

its draftedddddddddddddddddddddddddddd

and can i say. healing magic is my absolute favorite kind of magic to write...

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1649 – Oliver Cromwell sets sail for Ireland and the commencement of one the most vicious military campaigns inflicted on Ireland.

On his arrival, he was received with all possible demonstrations of joy; the great guns echoing forth their welcome, and the acclamations of the people resounding in every street. Cromwell came into the city — where the concourse of people was very great, they were all flocking to see him of whom they had heard so much — at a convenient place he made a stand, and with his hat in his hand, made a…

[kazoologist]

man if i had a nickel for every time some fucking overconfident weirdo decided to position themselves as an authority on a historical topic and then proceeded to not just do bad history but then PEDDLE LITERAL FUCKING CRANK SHIT AND MISINFORMATION i would have like. a quarter.

[eway]

Smash Bros Corrin's Supports

Vs. Jigglypuff

Female Corrin Version

Corrin: Aww! What's this?

Xander: That is a Jigglypuff. They use their songs for a variety of purposes, though in smash a Jigglypuff will only use it to put people to sleep.

Elise: Azura would have liked it…

silence

Camilla: Her children would also like Jigglypuff.

Corrin: Oh yeah. Azura taught both of them how to sing. Maybe… they could teach a Jigglypuff the song she used to sing.

Leo: You mean Lost In Thoughts All Alone?

Corrin: Yeah…

Xander: Its funny. The second verses lyrics, they almost describe what you went through. “Embrace The Dark You Call A Home”

Corrin: Yeah, “Gaze Upon An Empty White Throne. A Legacy Of Lies. A Familiar Disguise”... That second verse is what she sung in Nestra, right?

Elise: Yeah. It was…

Corrin: After this fight, I'll talk to Jigglypuff. Maybe it will want to meet Azura's kids…

Xander: Well, enough grieving for now. You have a battle to win Jigglypuff is good in the air, but can be sent flying easily. And avoid its rest attack.

Corrin: Thanks Xander.

[devotedlystrangewizard]

if i ever shut up about how horrible & yet amazing it was to have conquest as my first fire emblem game it means i have been brainwashed

[cloudbattrolls]

Conquest, Set Forth

Ginger Mycoba | Present Night

This drabble is preceded by The Starfish and the Flame and followed by Glass Among Murk, Part 1.

Alternia’s southern hemisphere: freezing as its top half melted. In a field of mostly dead grass, the world was quiet except for the chittering of a few night animals that faded away as a tall, armored troll rode a white horse - gray, if one wanted to be traditional about it - drew close to them.

Specifically, the pair drew close to what would, to most trolls, look like a ring of frostbitten mushrooms.

An irate voice with no visible speaker came from the circle of fungi as horse and rider came within a few feet of it.

“You’re late, Pestilence.”

“Oops.” Acknowledged Ginger, their tone carrying an amount of concern that might have been located with a strong magnifying glass.

The unbothered horseman patted their steed on his face as they dismounted and let him go off to graze on whatever he could find; being a supernatural creature, he could manage on what would be unpalatable to a normal animal.

It was nice to actually ride Dunny; when they were going around for their job it was a lot more efficient to travel by truck. He tended to gnaw on them for his enforced loneliness after long stretches unsummoned, but their ride tonight had put him in a better mood.

“You’re always late.”

“Maybe I won’t be next time.” Responded the hemoanon blithely.

“Maybe if you had a drop of respect in you, you wouldn’t be.”

“Big if true.” They replied, carefully stepping in the circle.

It was the same place - the same mushroom ring - but now it was darker, colder, and around the mushroom ring rose ancient thrones of dark wood. The place was illuminated by clumps of luminescent moss and fungi clinging to the dark trees that now sprung from the dry, cracked earth, but the shadows here were thicker. Watchful. 

Alive. 

Fae sat in the dozen-odd thrones, varied in form, but all unmistakably non-troll.

Ginger took their bloodline’s traditional seat - a diseased and withered stump of a once-great tree, the wood spongy beneath them - and plucked a Frappuccino from their sylladex.

The fae looked at it, shuffling in their seats, wings and antennae rustling. The sweet smell of it was a nice change from the faint odor of dead old wood, of decay that never progressed. 

“Mortal drink, in our realm?” One said disdainfully. “You offend us.”

“Cool.” Said the armored troll, sticking a straw into the slightly melted vanilla beverage and starting to drink it despite not lowering their facial mask whatsoever. Magic was handy that way.

More muttering, but Ginger knew that a) there was nothing they could do b) most of them didn’t really care. It was a pretense, as most things were with fae. 

The canine fae on the largest throne lounged placidly, but her many black and yellow eyes had a sharp gaze.

They rested on Ginger’s whitish blue eyes with their fractured pupils, which returned her attention evenly.

“Winter court, and Pestilence.” She said sharply. “Let us commune, for there is corruption in our lands.”

“Yes! The horror spawn.” Said the fae who had disdained Ginger’s Frappuccino, one that looked more like a giant cicada crossed with a troll than anything.

“We got a horrorterror problem?” Rumbled Ginger with amusement. “I haven’t gotten any imperial alerts. What’s the issue?”

“It is a subtle one, Pestilence…he may not realize what he is doing.” Said the canine fae, her long tail waving slowly back and forth. “For all things, there is a reaction.”

“For all things there is balance.” Murmured the rest of the fae in unison. “Winter to summer. Frost to flame. Disease to health.”

Ginger had a feeling they knew what this was about, but they weren’t going to help the others get there, even if it made the meeting longer.

“Every time he restores a place, this growthling, it is changed. Perhaps he doesn’t realize it…doesn’t understand he is causing the world to go out of turn, slowly but surely.”

“Bacterial mass?” Asked Ginger.

“Bacterial mass.” Confirmed the canine. “They are starting to overgrow, simply from the aura left behind. He thinks he has tidied up after himself, perhaps, but he doesn’t understand.”

That sounded likely to the hemoanon, what with how meticulous the guy was. If it was the guy they were thinking of, which they would bet several games of poker on. 

“A pity…his signmate does. We have no issue with Zanzul Varzim. She wanders, ensuring there is no dangerous lasting impact to her presence. He meddles with the world. Just like his ancestor.” 

The armored troll didn’t miss the trace of bitterness in the fae’s voice at the mention of some long-ago Varzim.

Sometimes being right sucked.

“What do you plan to do?” Asked the hemoanon.

All the fae looked at him.

“You are tasked with stopping him, Pestilence. You can neutralize the hybrid. We will provide assistance if necessary.”

“You want him dead already?” Stated the muscular troll, deadpan. “No negotiation?”

“You may try to talk him down.” The winter court noble conceded. “If he doesn’t acquiesce, he must be destroyed. We are all the cold diseases of power, all the frigid ends of trollkind, every careless winter death. There are enough of us. There need not be another. His works must not create a new strain.”

She looked at the others, who in turn nodded their heads at her.

“We will also settle for him being stripped of his powers.”

“You ever try to unmake a hybrid?” Asked Ginger, neutral and blunt. “Especially that type? I’d be causing mass molecular degradation. Safe disposal alone would be a daymare. I’d need the court’s full support.”

“You will have it, if it is truly necessary.” Responded the woman smoothly.

“I don’t know yet.” Said the horseman. “I’ll try to talk him down.”

“What makes you think you can reason with horror spawn?” Curiosity and amusement mingled in a different fae’s voice.

Ginger scratched an ear as they noisily tried to suck up the last of their Frappuccino through the straw. Minor teleportation magic: never leave hive without it. 

“I have a funny feeling.” 

They knew better than to explain that they were already acquainted with Thrixe Varzim. 

“Do you have to make such an awful noise?” Hissed a fae who resembled a water beetle crossed with a horse. Maybe some kind of kelpie.

“It’s a good drink.” They said, deadpan as usual.

“You are disgusting.”

“I don’t think any of us have a ton of stones to throw from our glass hives.”

The fae looked confused, and the horseman knew it was not only because of their troll saying but because the winter court did not perceive themselves as at all disgusting.

Not that Ginger blamed them. They had always been this way, ever since their diseases and domains had existed. 

Ginger knew they themself were disgusting by any troll’s standards, even if they only infected others by choice, not default. 

Hence the armor. Hence the mask.

Sometimes they envied the fae their uncomprehending ignorance, their complete lack of care toward guarding others against what they were. They did not know shame. They did not care what fae from different courts thought of them, let alone trolls.

Not that Ginger was ashamed, really. It was easier this way. 

“Any last words of warning for me?” They said, looking around the circle. “Tips? Tricks? Jokes? Limericks?”

The varied faces present looked at them with what was probably mild disdain. None of them were high enough castes of fae to really get troll humor. 

Except the canine, who looked at him with amusement, if also mild frustration. 

The shadows - conversely, the lowest order of sapient fae - swirled around her throne. 

“Take this seriously, Pestilence.” She chided.

“I am so serious forever.” The hemoanon deadpanned in return.

“You have a flippant tongue your ancestor lacked. It may be torn out some night.” The words were soft, pleasant in tone even, but there was no doubt they were sincere. 

“I’m young and fiery.” Said the hundred and thirty sweep-odd horseman. “Give me time.”

They put their empty drink cup in their sylladex. They weren’t one for littering, and doing so here could be deadly. 

“Ciao for now.”

The hemoanon got up and stepped back into the mushroom ring, and regular Alternia was restored.

Except that a woman was waiting for them, a woman in blue and teal clothing.

Her eyes were black, except for her yellow pupils, and her dreadlocks were done up in a bun. She was shorter than Ginger’s seven foot bulk, but not by much.

“You know him.”

It wasn’t a question.

The hemoanon shrugged, and whistled for their steed. Dunny was good at coming quickly when he was called, and sure enough, trotted over in seconds. His lively, warm animal smell was reassuring after the deadness of the winter fae realm. 

“I know lots of people, Cyvell.” Offered Ginger as they mounted the animal, who snorted at the disguised fae. It was true enough.

She eyed the horse, covered in sores and scars as his master was under their gray-blue armor.

“Do not let sentiment cloud your judgment, Pestilence.”

“When have I ever.” Deadpanned the hemoanon. 

They raced off with a clatter of hooves, followed by the eyes of the fae until distance swallowed the pair up into the night.

[lordknightmon]

reading about Fire Emblem romhacks and came across a reddit thread asking people to talk about some of the really bad ones and someone said "The Last Promise isn't that bad, I don't feel like it's fair to write off a game just because the story sucks and the endgame is garbage" and like. you're entitled to like a game in spite of those things but for some people story is that important lol. Even in Fire Emblem where I generally think the gameplay is a bigger strength than the story in most games I would understand if someone disliked one of the games' stories enough that the gameplay wouldn't cancel it out

[todayisafridaynight]

this isn't related to rgg at all but finding out you're also a fire emblem fan was great... first the mention of the ike figure then the insane por prices LMAO? i had no idea... what games have you played?

Back In My Day i was known as ‘the eliwood/elihec guy’ and on occasion The Ike Guy LOL but yeah…. Guilty as charged……

As for the games ive played ive played Shadow Dragon (DS remake), Shadows of Valentia, and then FE6-FE3H + FEW (minus Heroes of Light and Shadow)

im an asshole for playing on authentic software hence why i skipped out on FE1-FE5 but maybe one day ill stop being annoying and pick them up on an emulator. Or IntSYS remakes them <- doubtful (well. The rest of the JP-exclusive games anyway lol)

[ciitrinitas]

fe16 is so insane for me because blue lions/azure moon is basically some of my favorite fe stuff in the whole series and nearly beat out fe4 as my favorite fe game and i still get all :) when i see any blue lions kids because they are all my favorites, but the other routes are such a hot mess and a mixed bag and dual-track-drifting clusterfuck at times that my overall opinion on fe16 is a very constipated sound as i try to sneak out the back with my blue lions, rhea, seteth, and flayn.

[hibiscus-ships]

Anyways, here's this nasty rough sketch of my Pokémon Conquest s/i. I'll give her a full bio once I actually color her, but I will say that her perfect link Pokémon is Blaziken. Her secondary Pokémon is an Eevee that she eventually evolves into Vaporeon using a Water Stone that a certain someone gave her as a gift 👀👀👀 🌺

Tag list: @bloodlett1ng @tekkai @octaviaember @little-miss-selfships

[classicintp]

When you guys on this website try to demonize certain neurotypical or allistic behaviors, it sounds a lot like you're describing autistic behaviors of someone you don't like, of someone who has wronged you, or simply someone who is older who has never been told they were autistic. There are autistic people who are selfish, unaware, and terrible, and while that does not mean any neurotypical should ever make it their mission to try and categorize between the two, it's definitely a bad idea for anyone with autism to shove all of the behaviors in others that they don't agree with, that frustrate/inconvenience them, or that absolutely hurt them into the allistic or neurotypical category.

[stairnaheireann]

#OTD in 1649 – Oliver Cromwell sets sail for Ireland and the commencement of one the most vicious military campaigns inflicted on Ireland.

#OTD in 1649 – Oliver Cromwell sets sail for Ireland and the commencement of one the most vicious military campaigns inflicted on Ireland.

On his arrival, he was received with all possible demonstrations of joy; the great guns echoing forth their welcome, and the acclamations of the people resounding in every street. Cromwell came into the city — where the concourse of people was very great, they were all flocking to see him of whom they had heard so much — at a convenient place he made a stand, and with his hat in his hand, made a…

[anghraine]

Still on my usual nonsense

The GW2 wiki is actually hosted by ArenaNet, which is why there are no irritating ads or anything (the wiki itself is the ad, for GW2). So it’s kind of, hm, intriguing that the wiki itself notes that the Ascalonian Separatists are no more rebels against their people’s authority than the Charr Renegades, but mechanically, the game considers the Separatists “outlaws” but not the Renegades.

So a potion that increases your damage against outlaws will increase it against Separatists, and all kinds of bandits and pirates and so on, but not Renegades, for ... reasons.