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𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗼! 𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸!

𝗠𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗼𝗳 (𝘀𝗺𝘂𝘁, 𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗳𝗳, 𝗻𝘀𝗳𝘄, 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲, 𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗱/𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗯𝗯𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘀𝗵𝗼𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲, 𝘃𝘂𝗹𝗴𝗮𝗿 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗲, 𝗷𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗼𝘂𝘀𝘆, 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘀, 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁, 𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗹, 𝗿𝗼𝗹𝗲𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆, 𝘃𝗼𝘆𝗲𝘂𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗺, 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀: 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗯𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗴𝗲, 𝘃𝗶𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀, 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗯𝗿𝗼, 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗽-𝗱𝗮𝗱, 𝗸𝗻𝗶𝗳𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆.)

𝗜 𝗗𝗢 𝗡𝗢𝗧 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗮𝘀: (𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝗿𝗻/𝘀𝗲𝘅/𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗡𝗢𝗡-𝗖𝗢𝗡, 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀: (𝗰𝗼𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗮, 𝗳𝗼𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘀𝗵, 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘆)

𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝘂𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸!

𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙎 𝙄 𝙒𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝙊𝙍:

𝗖𝗢𝗗(𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝘂𝘁𝘆):

𝘀𝗶𝗺𝗼𝗻 "𝗚𝗛𝗢𝗦𝗧" 𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘆

𝗸𝗶𝗺 "𝗛𝗢𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗜" 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗴-𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗸𝗼𝗻𝗶𝗴

𝗰𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 “𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗘"

𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 "𝗦𝗢𝗔𝗣" 𝗺𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵

𝗥𝗘(𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹):

𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗼𝘀 𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗮

𝗹𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆

𝗮𝗹𝗯𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝘄𝗲𝘀𝗸𝗲𝗿

𝗧𝗪(𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗹𝗳):

𝗺𝗶𝗲𝗰𝘇𝘆𝘀𝗹𝗮𝘄 "𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦" 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘁𝘁 𝗺𝗰𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹

𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗸 𝗵𝗮𝗹𝗲

𝗻𝗼𝗴𝗶𝘁𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗲 "𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗗 𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗦"

𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲

𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁

𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗼 𝗿𝗮𝗲𝗸𝗲𝗻

𝗻𝗼𝗮𝗵 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶

𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗮𝗰 𝗹𝗮𝗵𝗲𝘆

𝗢𝗕𝗫(𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸𝘀):

𝗷𝗼𝗵𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗿 𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘁𝗹𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗲

𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻

𝗷𝗷 𝗺𝗮𝘆𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗸

𝗽𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝘆𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱

𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗵 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻

𝗦𝗞𝗭(𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗱𝘀)

𝗵𝘄𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝗷𝗶𝗻

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗶𝘅

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴

𝗹𝗲𝗲 𝗺𝗶𝗻-𝗵𝗼

𝘀𝗲𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗶𝗻

𝗸𝗶𝗺 𝘀𝗲𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗺𝗶𝗻

𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗷𝗶𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴

𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻

𝗧𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗚𝗛𝗧(𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗴𝗮):

𝗲𝗱𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗷𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗻

𝗷𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝘀𝘄𝗮𝗻

𝗘𝗫𝗧𝗥𝗔 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗦:

𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽- 𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗴𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗻- 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗺𝗼𝗻

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗼- 𝗺𝘆 𝗻𝗮𝗺𝗲

𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝗵𝘆𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗼- 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲

𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗵𝗼- 20𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹

𝗸𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗮𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗼- 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹

𝗰𝗵𝗮 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗻- 𝗯𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗮𝗹

𝗹𝘂𝗸𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗲𝘀- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗰𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻- 𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗱𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝘆𝗴𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗸𝗶-𝗴𝗶𝗹𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝘀𝗲𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰

𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘁𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗰

𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗷𝗮𝗲 𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗷𝗼𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗼 𝗷𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗵𝗮 𝗱𝗼 𝘆𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗹𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗲 𝗺𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻- 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝘀𝘁𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘁𝗼𝗻- 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲-𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗲𝗲𝗻𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

𝗵𝗮𝗿𝘃𝗲𝘆 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗹𝗲- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿- 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮

𝗿𝗶𝗼- 𝗴𝗼𝗼𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹𝘀

𝗸𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗼𝗿- 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿 (𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗻𝗲𝗹𝘀𝗼𝗻-𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗿)

𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗵𝗼- 𝘅𝗼,𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝘆

𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗻 𝗿𝗵𝗲𝗲- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝘀𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝗿𝘆𝗼𝗵𝗲𝗶 𝗮𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘂- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝘀𝘂𝗴𝘂𝗿𝘂 𝗻𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗷𝗶 𝗸𝘆𝘂𝗺𝗮- 𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱

𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗹𝘆𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘁𝗲- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗿𝘀- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘆- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗲𝘀- 𝗶𝘇𝗼𝗺𝗯𝗶𝗲

𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿- 𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲𝗿

𝗱𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻

𝗺𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗻-𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗱𝗼𝗻- 𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆

𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗴𝗿𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝗱𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗹 𝗱𝗶𝘅𝗼𝗻- 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗱

𝗱𝗿𝗲𝘄 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘆

𝗜 𝗱𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗳 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗶'𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗱𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄! 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻!!!

[shivasdarknight]

Time for your regularly scheduled, "Killjoy Hour with Enya" because we're being a killjoy about Dawntrail (:

So first and foremost: fuck Square and the XIV team for taking this angle. We could've gone any direction and we're going with Colonizer The Adventure. They looked at what we did on the Steppe with Hien and went "let's do it again! :D"

Mandatory CW for racism as it pertains to the indigenous peoples of North America, Mesoamerica and South America, and discussion of the genocide enacted by Spain against Mesoamerica and South America.

(Sections and the first letter of each sentence have been bolded for ease of reading)

But to explain further: Square has a really awful track record with their take on Tural, the "New World", especially in their handling of the Mamoolj'aa that are in Eorzea. This has been an issue since ARR and has been frequently criticized due to their extremely anti-indigenous writing. The way they handle the Eorzean tribes (which have been known as "beast tribes" and "beastmen" for a good part of the past decade that XIV has been around, I Should Not have to explain to you why that's deeply problematic) is an issue in its own right, but I'll only touch on what we've seen of Tural in the game itself and why this doesn't bode well for Dawntrail.

Let's get the obvious one out of the way first, this fucking shit:

For those unaware, this is the New World set. It's a craftable gear set from Heavensward that players can wear as a goddamned costume. I shouldn't have to be saying this in 2023, but this set has caused a great deal of controversy because it's a bastardization of plains tribe regalia. Square never should have added it to the game, but here it is and players constantly wear it in further offensive glams.

The only instance of this set being used with NPCs is in the Blue Mage quests and what we see of the Whalaqee. Again, to those unaware: the ARR Blue Mage quests are an extremely racist storyline that plays into white savior narratives and more offensive caricatures. The only representatives that we get to interact with of the Whalaqee are a little boy in this outfit (who's also extremely pale), and two Mamoolj'aa who are the lackeys of Martyn, the job trainer for Blue Mage - a white man! Further, the magic is notably not from Eorzea and is instead a cultural practice of the Whalaqee that Martyn took and turned into profit, and he's who you're supposed to work for. You are - yet again - considered a master of the practice, and this is written in mind with a default white man in mind considering Meteor being the stand in for everything. There is in-game appropriation of cultural practices, clothing, and tools but it gets worse the further you go into them.

The main plot of the ARR quests is that the Whalaqee are dying from a plague brought toTural by Martyn and other researchers with the Arcanist's guild 🙃 There were two trips: one to study Blue Magic, and one where people from the first trip went back because they found ceruleum in the sacred lands of the Whalaqee and began drilling for it. But remember: you only get to meet the Whalaqee through the two Mamoolj'aa and the Whalaqee child. The fate of the tribe rests in an Eorzean's hands because they put the medicine behind a bet for the further profit of Ul'dah. Win the carnival and make the owner a bunch of money and you get the medicine; lose, and they go raid the place for ceruleum and wipe out the tribe. It's a deeply offensive storyline that turns past and ongoing horrors that indigenous peoples - especially those of North America and Mesoamerica - have faced and are still facing into some trivial goal for a questline for a joke job that's solved through the white savior trope.

Then, of course, there's how the Mamoolj'aa are generally treated. Like the other ARR tribes and anyone the game doesn't consider civilized, their dialogue is written in broken speech patterns to reflect "lower intelligence." They're one of the only ARR tribes (next to the Qiqirn, who only got that somewhat through the SHB Qitari quests) that haven't gotten any kind of humanizing that the others have seen over the years (and even then, that's only been recently). Throughout ARR-HVW storylines, they're portrayed as extremely aggressive, are often throwaway mercs for hire around La Noscea, and they have them use this "cultural dance" of theirs that's described as extremely suggestive and is frequently used to sexually harass the white women of Eorzea. They're also seen in the Wanderer's Palace (Hard) as "aggressive barbarian" types who enslaved the Tonberries, which were originally the Spoken of Nym (so y'know, predominantly white society that became malformed and gangrenous tonberries). And your job as the Warrior of Light is, naturally, to exterminate them. There's other stuff like the naming of abilities they use (frequent use of barbarian/barbaric, which in it of itself is problematic), the totems and standards that you're actively encouraged to destroy, the shaman stuff + the fact that again: they're the only ARR tribe that never got the same kind of humanizing lens that tribes like the Sylphs got early on, or like the Amalj'aa got only recently.

Dawntrail looks to be as if it might be that humanizing effort that began in Stormblood and was most prominent in 5.X (ARR-SHB tribe side quests don't count as it's side content, not MSQ), but of course there comes the problem: beyond them never treating the Mamoolj'aa with any respect in the content we already have, they've already framed 7.0 as you meddling in the rite of succession for this new area. An area that is ruled by a two-headed Mamoolj'aa that we have to help overthrow (which is not new, as a two-headed Mamoolj'aa was already shown in The Wanderer's Palace (Hard) - but that one was portrayed as brutish, unintelligent, and played into inbred stuff as...the final boss of the dungeon who gets a special end dungeon cutscene to showcase the Tonberries brutalizing his corpse). And again, this plot thread isn't new! We already helped Hien do that to the Steppe back in Stormblood! This is yet another instance of the game treating imperialism and colonization as a fun thing for you to get in on, especially since they're using the setting and the getting to the setting as a summer vacation.

The fact that they are framing Dawntrail as summer vacation-like is insidious. You are a party of fantasy Europeans sailing to fantasy Mesoamerica/South America to meddle in their governing process.

And let's quickly go over that: the fact Tural is the "New World" as you search for "a city of gold."

These names are rooted heavily in European colonization. The idea that Europe is the "civilized Old World" and that the Americas were the "uncivilized, waiting-to-be-conquered New World" is what drove the colonization of the region, especially in Mesoamerica and South America. The term "New World" is inseparable from white supremacist narratives about the colonizers that engaged with the peoples of the Americas. It's bad enough that XIV introduced Tural as "the New World" to begin with and populated it with a fantasy race that's characterized by violence, a lack of intelligence, and sexual harassment + a gross caricature of North American plains nations, but they have now made it into the destination for the Scions' "summer vacation adventure"? So that you can go do an imperialism there, too? They even framed it as some tropical paradise as if that's not an extension of how colonization of these regions is perpetuated today through the tourism industry.

The other term - city of gold - was a myth that was used as the excuse to ransack Mesoamerica and South America. You've definitely seen it, as that was the entire plot of Road to El Dorado. It was under this pretense that Spanish colonizers decimated indigenous populations in the search of glory and gold. The search for the "city of gold" in the "New World" was a mass genocide - enabled through widespread massacre, and a vicious plague that wiped out 80% of just the population in Mexico alone.

In Mexico, the pestilence reached the Aztec capital, Tenochtitlan, before its fall in 1521. Pathogens also reached Peru, inciting a civil war among the Incas. Both of these situations were extremely favorable for Spain. The plague—cocoliztli—was the most devastating post-conquest epidemic in large parts of Mexico, wiping out somewhere around 80 percent of the native population.

(from "How Aztecs Reacted to Colonial Epidemics" by Richard Herzog on JSTOR)

This is not a subject to touch upon lightly in any respect. And for XIV to use it for their "fun adventure in a foreign land" is deeply inappropriate and frankly disgusting. But is anyone surprised? This is the same company that ignored the demands of the Saami council to remove the offensive Far Northern attire from the store.

What I'm disappointed the most about, however, is the number of fans chomping at the bit with angles about a tropical tourist destination, taking the summer vacation angle the devs are actively encouraging, and even stuff with pirates (do not get me started on how white pirates contributed to colonization of the Americas). As a friend put it very aptly: how do you see "new world," "city of gold," and a fleet of European ships sailing towards fantasy Mesoamerica and not get skeeved out at the prospect? This isn't something you should be excited about because they're having us role play imperialism Yet Again. But this time, it's all to the tune of "tropical summer vacation in a foreign land". And y'all are excited to join in?

I don't want the expansion to turn out this way. We barely have any information on this, I understand. But what I've laid out here is what the game has already done with regards to Tural's pre-7.0 depictions and what they've shown they want to continue perpetuating. If Dawntrail turns out to be somewhat decent (and it better be better handled than Thavnair and feature fewer white people populating the countries that are inspired by black and brown cultures), then fine. But as it stands, Square has not given us any reason to trust them in how they've handled their indigenous stories leading up to 7.0. This entire concept is rife with the potential to be extremely offensive and extremely racist, and the main takeaway most fans seem to have from this isn't that this is a gross depiction of indigenous cultures, but instead a fun summer vacation with the Scions?

Really?

[stupid-sloot-headcanons]

This new arc is making me get all sorts of ideas to explain how/why Minerva's kingdom stayed hidden despite their philosophy of loving knowledge

Romora's not had any kind of war since the leaders closed themselves off from the outside world and installed the wall of Mist, but they're constantly training in case of war. Obviously a nation of scholar-warriors would know that they can't rely on their old forms of weaponry, so there have been lots of new inventions and innovations in warfare despite not having any conflict for centuries.

Some of these would be pretty familiar to outsiders: high-capacity rifles and submachine guns, equipment for recon and other forms of combat, as well as communication besides DenDen Mushi and surveillance ON Denden Mushi. But secretly, there are weapons that the leaders keep very tightly under wraps to a) reduce the risk of panic among citizens or b) hundreds of objectors and a potential rebellion.

These weapons are ones that have currently NOT been seen or used so far in One Piece. Bioweapons and engineered viruses, which Romoran citizens have been unknowingly vaccinated against just in case a war occurs and it has to be released; airships and technology for sky-based combat; insidious weapons using robots designed to look like women and children as a way to disarm enenies; and most dangerously, atomic weapons.

A lot of preparation has gone into keeping these projects under wraps and there are dozens of countermeasures for if they had to be used according to the nation's leaders. Those in charge of the country's perimeter defenses have been constructing a lead-lined shell that, when activated, will cover the entire island and create artificial sunlight to perpetually keep the island insulated from radiation forever after using nuclear weapons on outsiders.

These kinds of weapons are SUPPOSED to be proposed to the public in order to democratically decide and debate if they should be created/used. But the government of Romora used some secrecy to have secret elections among themselves, and thus the public has no idea about these countermeasures.

Now that Minerva's escaped the kingdom and would potentially cause the World Government to make a move on Romora, she has no idea of the real consequences of those actions.

[applepies-and-starlight]

Fuck it yeah Tamami gets Gyaru previlages

[sassysnitch]

Twisted Wonderland Headcannons:

The Housewardens finding out they have a secret/long lost sibling

Authors note: I was thinking about how in 2012-2017 it was so common for people to make their OCs a long lost sibling of a canon character and that's how I got this idea. Enjoy(?)

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🌹Riddle Rosehearts♥️

-If Riddle had a sibling all of the sudden it would either be an younger sibling or half-sibling for this situation to make the most sense.

-In other words: For Riddle to have a sibling and not know of them it would either mean his father was cheating/left his mom for obvius reasons and got with someone else, OR, they'd have to be born before him and have gone somewhere before he was born.

-Now his reaction at first would definitelly be shock. Right after a lot of questions for his mother.

-Would also be really angry and perplexed on why he didn't know he had a sibling sooner

-Despite his anger and confusion he'd most likely see connecting with his sibling as an important responsability

🦁 Leona Kingscholar 🐾

-Now for this one, Leonas long lost sibling would need to be older or else it doesn't really work.

-I'd say either said sibling was actually born before him AND Farena but went missing and so the parents had to make another heir and then Leona came after, or, said sibling is actually the second born and went missing so their parents had Leona to try and fill in the void in their hearts from the dissapearance of the missing child.

-Leona would also defenitelly be suprised, as well as in disbelief

-If it turns out the lost sibling is still alive, Leona probably wouldn't really mind them, but also wouldn't really see the need to fully connect.

-(he cares for them a little, don't worry)

🐙Azul Ashengrotto🔮

-Either younger sibling, older sibling or half-sibling could work in this situation, especially considering Azuls dad is kinda out of the picture.

-Would choke on his food/drink when he finds out about them

-I feel like he'd be somewhat eager to get to know them, concidering he was a rather lonely child (He was probably one of those kids who'd ask for a younger sibling as a gift on the Holidays)

-if said sibling is anything like him they're probably gonna become bisness partners (yay~)

✨Kalim Al-Asim🥥

-Considering Kalim has a bunch of siblings this can go either way

-The long lost sibling probably got kidnaped because of their status, survived, and couldn't find their way home until now

-Boi would be devistated to find out that one of his siblings was just, forgotten like that! He'd also feel sorry for what they went through

-But hey, once they go through a DNA test, (to really make sure they're an Al-Asim) all will be good, Kalim will also check up on them here and there, making sure they're adjusting back to their home well

⚗️ Vil Schoenheit 👑

-this one is also kinda easy, since we do know that Vil has a dad, but there's not really any information about his mom

-They've probably just been living with Vils mom their whole lives and that's why he didn't know

-his reaction would be the most dramatic "what" you've ever heard.

-would be very set on meeting them, he'd also most likely be a very caring brother

-(that's it I don't have any more ideas for Vil-)

💙 Idia Shroud 💀

-The sibling would probably have to older than him and Ortho for this scenario to work

-Once he's told about a "long lost sibling" he'd at first think his parents are talking about the original Ortho, is confused and somewhat scared when he's told that the conversation is infact not about Ortho.

-once he's calm he'd call it an "Anime plot twist of the century"

-Said sibling probably didn't want to keep on the STYX family bisness and went out into the world to pursue a diffrent passion and that's why they never met.

-Idia isn't super pumped about meeting this "long lost sibling" of his but is defenitelly curius about them and what they decided to pursue in life

🐉 Malleus Draconia📜

-Also would have to be older than him

-Would not be the only one that's suprised, the whole Diasomnia gang would have questions

-The sibling was most likely abducted as a child and suddenly have turned up now, this one however would probably not need a DNA test as long as they have the classic Draconia horns.

-They'd probably also be autamatically respected by Sebek and Silver, meanwhile Lillia is trying to figure out when exactly they could have been born for this situation to make sense, would be a total dad to them afterwards.

[debbiecolon]

My second tarnished oc, Rem. He usually wears the nightmaiden twin crown, but I wanted to draw his face unobstructed. His lore is super meaty and I'm quite happy with it!

Rem is a descendant of the Nox, people of the Eternal Cities. He was raised in Sellia, well versed in Night sorceries and taught melee combat by his 'sisters', Nightmaidens who warden over the town. His days are spent rigorously training his body and mind, honing himself into a warrior capable of subduing the most formidable of foes. Easily identified by both his silvery skin and hair, Rem appears more Silver Tear than anything, yet his golden eyes speak of his heritage, which he is incredibly proud of. And it is perhaps because of his heritage that Rem holds very little love for the Two Fingers and the Golden Order.

Rem had been fortunate enough to meet General Radahn in his youth, and had been privy to the demigod studying gravity sorceries. He grows to admire the flame haired demigod and leaves the Sellian territories for the first time when he offers his services to the General, as both sorcerer and swordsman. He stood among the Red Mane soldiers in battle, dressed in the silks of the Nox, looking elegant as a dancer yet fighting with all the ferocity of a beast. His end is met like many others in the Caelid wilds: witness to the scarlet flower bloom, particles of rot saturating the sky, clogging the beauty of the stars.

He wakes after centuries, called back from a peaceful void to return to the Lands Between. His memories are muddled, mostly lost, but through adventuring he remembers himself, for better or worse. He remembers that wretched flower, and he seeks a power strong enough to oppose it.

Rem is an extremely quiet and emotionally guarded tarnished who borders on selectively mute, speaking little more than he has to. He makes very few connections but is not unwilling to cooperate with his fellows, seeing such actions as a great way to garner much needed knowledge. He gauges everything like a threat but closely safeguards those who win his trust and affection, albeit from the shadows.

Beneath his guarded exterior is a deep longing to return to a home no longer there. Caelid is a fetid wasteland and nightmarish shadow of what it once was, and it is the only time that he openly expresses deep pain upon seeing the remains of a land he once loved so dearly. It hurts more than he can bear to know that Radahn lives as Caelid does--as a shell of his former self. He does not hesitate to participate in the Festival, seeing it as a final act of kindness for his beloved General. It is a hard fought battle, but Rem leaves with Radahn's blades as his trophy, swearing to wield the colossal weapons in battle.

Though Rem was raised in a town of sorcery and has proficiency with night magics, his greatest strength comes from physical prowess. He wields all manner of great swords and colossal blades, overwhelming his foes with sheer strength and relentlessness. He embodies duality, using stealth, life sapping mist and poison to turn the tide of what could have been a heavily skewed battle. He does not see underhanded tactics as something to frown upon. After all, combat (and life) does not play fair. Aside from sorceries, Rem has studied incantations on a surface level, enough to know hos to cast a poisonous mist or mend his injuries.

Rem's loyalty to the red haired demigod is akin to a love that is all consuming. It was a love that felt unrequited, but his unwavering belief and devotion to honing himself into the perfect weapon caught the interest of the towering Radahn. They seemed an unconventional pair, but they both bonded quite easily through combat and a shared love of animals. Leonard, Radahn's steed, received many a rowa berry and nose pats from Rem.

He felt as though he lost Radahn twice over. Once, against the one-armed valkyrie and her scarlet rot, and a second time at his own hand. Though it was a mercy, to grant his beloved demigod a warrior's end, a part of him died again with the General. The loss is an ever present ache that leads to the nihilistic belief that nothing in the Lands is worth salvaging.

The pain of loss and his keen awareness of the loss of many others drives Rem down the path of becoming the Lord of the Frenzied Flame. He does so, not to spare Melina from a fiery end, but to bring an end to it all, to be the Lord of the lost and the broken. To put to rest all that distinguishes and divides, hoping that perhaps the flames will consume him too.

[thesummerestsolstice]

Unwritten Fics game

I was tagged by @runawaymun to talk about all my as-of-yet unwritten fic ideas! I have many, many of them. Here are a few. Feel free to send me asks about any of them, or to tell me which ones you'd most like to read in the tags!

Earendil-drinks-the-Silmail-AU: see Tumblr post here. Elwing gives Earendil the Silmaril's light to try and heal him from an illness, and both he (and later E&E) now have the light of the Silmaril within them. This causes problems for the Oath of Feanor. Can't decide whether to make it serious and heartbreaking or extremely silly.

Immortal Elros AU: definitely need to post about this one. In which Elros sees the mortals who will become the people of Numenor, loves them, and decides the best way to help them is to be immortal, to protect their descendants and maintain their legacy long after they're gone. He becomes Numenor's beloved guardian, caring for it's people for centuries. This all goes pretty well until Tar-Mairon shows up on the island.

Faustian Bargain AU: when both Gil-Galad and Celebrimbor are captured during Eregion's fall, Elrond makes a dangerous deal with Sauron to get them back. In exchange for their release, Elrond offers to become Sauron's captive, and to help him in his efforts to reach the Void and free Morgoth. Elrond, of course, has other plans. So do the now-free (and incredibly worried) Gil Galad and Celebrimbor.

Unexpected Problems: see Tumblr posts here and here. All about the issues Elrond runs into in Valinor– from people debating about whether or not he counts as an Ainur to Noldor being scandalized that he only wears a couple pounds of jewelry. Also his repeated attempts to stop Galadriel and Bilbo from completely destroying Valinorian society.

The Love of a Parent: Elrond's parents continue to look out for him, whether from beyond the circles of the world or from the stars above. Probably largely outsider POV. A chance for more eldritchry.

On Estel: In which Earendil goes into the void, searching for Maeglin's lost spirit. Slight AU in the sense that it's very Maeglin sympathetic, and has him having a good familial relationship with Turgon, Idril, and Earendil.

Ten Little Soldier Boys: my take on who Finrod's faithful ten were, why they were so loyal, and the moments they each decided they would give anything to keep Finrod safe. OC heavy but very dear to my heart.

Misfits, Outcasts, and other Characters of Ill-Repute: a series of oneshots about the various people who end up in Rivendell and how they got there. Includes canon characters (Glorfindel, Erestor, Lindir, etc.) and some OCs (including an old Feanorian diehard and one of Thingol's bodyguards, and, of course, Garthaglir the Library Orc)

No pressure, but I'm going to second Runawaymun's tagging of @jaz-the-bard (I don't think they've done the game yet but I might've missed it on their blog)

[fieldofdaisiies]

paring: Tamlin x OC | type: angst | words: ~900 words | warnings: violence, abuse, domestic abuse | masterlist | for @tamlinweek

There's blood on the side of the mountainT here's writing all over the wall Shadows of us are still dancin' In every room and every hall

The bright green has long faded, the spark has long extinguished, his eyes now empty, dull, dead. Deep, blue crescents underline them and tears glisten within them. Pits of brutal, endless cold stare back at him, and somewhere within the icy eternity there is only regret, remorse, and pain. 

He grips the sink firmly, knuckles bloody from punching the wall and white from how tightly he is holding on. His whole body trembles, shaking so fiercely he is surprised he hasn’t fallen to the ground yet.

A strangled sob crashes into his ragged breaths, head tipping back, only so the sob can turn into a wail of pure agony and misery. Destruction.

He destroyed it. Her. Feyre. He broke her. Made her leave solely through his actions. She is gone and he lost her. She will never return. And he destroyed himself along with her. His own heart. His own soul. She is gone, and within him there is nothing but agony. Agony and remorse. 

Tamlin pushes off the sink, wipes one bloody and wounded hand over his face, brushing back a few strands of damp hair. He leaves the bathroom to return to the place where it happened.

His knees hit the ground first, shards of glass and wood ripping into open wounds that had no chance to ever close, to ever heal.

A cold breeze, like frost and ice against his skin, creeps in through the broken windows, howling as it blows through the empty rooms and hallways. Apart from a few sentries, almost everyone is gone. He is alone. Alone, broken, around him, where there once used to be sunshine and lush, blooming flowers, nothing but endless vastness, demolition and darkness.

Just like within himself. Tamlin knows that there will never be a way back from this. He destroyed it, her and himself, and there will never be happiness within him again, nor within his court. He failed as High Lord, as lover, as male. He failed. 

And the consequences…it isn’t hard for him to admit it. He deserves the consequences. For what he has done. And for what happened back then. For what happened to his mate. Reverie. He deserves it all for not stopping what happened to her. For being the reason why she lost her life. He deserves it all. All that is coming for him now, he deserves it. Losing Feyre. He deserves that he lost her. She shouldn’t have ever been bound to him. 

He deserves every bad thing, Tamlin thinks, for not being able to protect the few people in his life that ever truly cared about him.

He cries out — not from the physical pain erupting in his knees where now new and old wounds meet, but from the kind of pain that hurts so much worse. The pain that lasts, stays with you, haunts you day and night. It’s emotional pain. 

What happened here this day, what happened with Feyre, what he did to Feyre, it all stemmed from panic, from the panic of losing the person he loves. And it brings him right back to that fateful night centuries ago when he lost his everything. When he lost his sense of life, the sole thing that brought him comfort and happiness.

The night that changed everything. The night that made him turn his heart into stone, and the night that wrenched his soul. 

“Are you happy now?” Spit drips from the High Lord’s mouth, almost like venomous poison from a viper. “Is this what you wanted?” The High Lord stalks forward, grabbing Tamlin by the collar of his shirt. “Look at me when I am talking to you.”

But Tamlin can’t. He can’t meet his father’s gaze. 

The bloody wings on the ground, in the midst of the shards, are the only thing he can focus on. And the light within his chest, or rather, the absence of it. The light that has been extinguished. The light that no longer is. The feeling is dead and what is left within his soul is nothing but a deep, endless void – cold and dark. The bond is gone. Dead. And will never return.

Tamlin knew the moment his heart was shredded into pieces. When he could feel her pain through the bond. When he could hear her wail in his mind. Her sobs. Her cries. His father, knowing about their mental bridge, had made him feel everything. Made him see it all. Everything he did to her. He knew she was going to die that night. He knew she was dead by the time he arrived.

Tamlin’s vision is blurry with old and new tears, his body shaking so hard he is no longer sure he is sitting. Maybe he is floating. Falling. Landing hard, but it doesn’t matter. No pain will ever compare to what it means when your mate dies. 

“You brought this upon her.” The High Lord smirks and grabs Tamlin’s chin. “Mingling with the rival court. Wasn’t your silly little friendship with Rhysand enough?” His thumb presses down on his son’s chin, adding just enough pressure to make it painful for Tamlin while their eyes stay locked. “No, you had to fuck his little sister as well. My son, the traitor. Scum.”

With a harsh shove to his shoulder, the High Lord steps away. “Clean that up. All of it.”

Tamlin doesn’t remember if he nodded. If he said something. There is only the flaring, hot pain deep within his chest, spreading like a rapid, burning fire, lava blazing through his veins. 

She is gone. Reverie is dead. His mate is gone. Was killed. Was murdered by his own father. 

And with her, the bond died as well, leaving him utterly empty. 

tags: @thesnugglingduck @sirenpearldust the song is by Olivia Rodrigo

[snowe-zolynn-rogers]

So I finally made a slightly comprehendible list of my most common Lord OCs. Here's my powerful babies.

Lord Selene (Lord Moon. Companion is Luna, his Lunar.) Loves candy and is very socially anxious because his star wiped half his personality and most of his memories in the wipe.

Lord Hypernova (Lord Kill Code. Companion is Void, his Moon.) 30' tall megalith of an animatronic. Is a safe haven for dimension travelers and has a soft spot for versions of his children from other dimensions.

Lord Pulsar (Lord Eclipse. Companions are his Sun, Dawn, and an Eclipse from another world, Magnetar.) Age regresses, becoming quite kind due to Magnetar's influence. Loves cotton candy.

Lord Artemis (Lord Blood Moon. Companion is Telesto, his Moon.) Very kind, very depressed. Still traumatized and depressed from his twin dying in the star going off. Loves all travelers, though his universe is not particularly safe for them at most times with random spatial jolts.

Lord Styx (Lord Harvest Moon. Companion is Nyx, his Eclipse.) A mean son of a bitch at first. Gets better once he realizes Nyx has no memory. He's very sassy and snarky but kind to those who he was close to before the star went off (Lunars and Blood Moons).

Lord Luminous (Lord Lunar. Companions are all of his family; Incandescent [Sun], Phosphorescent [Moon], Fluorescent [Eclipse], Iridescent [Blood Moon], Opalescent [Harvest Moon], and Pearlescent [Kill Code].) An abusive asshole at first but, once confronted with his abuse of his companions, Luminous becomes much kinder and willing to cooperate and try to undo the century of abuse he put them through. Loves spicy food, does the one chip challenge like they're doritos.

Lord Fractal [yep I made a new one again] (Lord Solar. Companion is no-one.) Lord Fractal took in Lunar's star power in a desperate attempt to save Lunar from judgment by the Astral Bodies, which caused the powers to go haywire and wipe the universe. Lord Fractal existed in a small corner of his universe for fifty-three years in a 'paradise' where his family was no longer dead, though it was only an illusion. After those fifty-three years, he realized he was in an illusion of his own making and used his star powers to create a world for him to live on rather than floating in space (though he can't figure out how to recreate his family). Fractal is a very lonely soul simply going through the motions of his old life with his star powers giving him whispers of the life he used to have and illusions of the family he lost when his star power went haywire.

Lord Albedo [yes, yet another one] (Lord Ruin. Companion is his, Astronomy, his Solar.) Albedo became a Lord entirely by accident. When Lunar killed Eclipse 3.0, Ruin was much too close and ended up taking in some of Lunar's star power, thus leading the Astral Bodies to attempt to eliminate Albedo as a potential threat. However, the elimination went wrong, very wrong. When the Astral Bodies attempted to kill Albedo, the star power that Albedo had absorbed continued to absorb the Astral bodies' powers as well until all beings with star power ceased to exist. Because of this attempt on his life, Lord Albedo had a mental breakdown, which unleashed the star power he had absorbed into a destructive wave that wiped the universe of all but Astronomy, who was attempting to calm Albedo down at the time. Albedo has regular panic attacks, which Astronomy usually helps calm him down from. He's very anxious and traumatized, but Astronomy acts as his bodyguard and best friend to help Albedo feel safer and less stressed, since too much stress could potentially cause another wipe of the universe.

[soupthecoolest]

CnD!

alright! so CnD, or "Creation and Destruction" is my homebrew "dnd" campaign!! i have dnd in quotes just cause. well my autism got too strong and i made an entire handbook with my own mechanics LMAO so it's really it's own Thing at this point. which is super cool n fun. after everything's been wrapped up i might publish that handbook but WE SHALL SEE.

anyway CnD is my own personal excuse to make my friends rp with me and my crazy ocs. SO.

it all started when the 11 party members crashed on the beach in a town they'd never seen before. looked totally normal until at the end of the first session they found a portal!

jumping in, that just... kept happening. small adventure, portal, repeat. with no end in sight. as the party began questioning why all this was happening, they met these two little FREAKS named mayhem and maelstrom. (i'll add all refs i have below!!)

anyway mae n may mentioned an elusive “She” that they’re working for, which led my players down an insane conspiracy rabbit hole in which they guessed 90% of hullabaloo’s vibe based on a PRONOUN. ONE PRONOUN I DROPPED I CAN’T TELL THESE MFS ANYTHING

next, they met pandemonium, (@weedsmokingbfs's oc!!! owe you my life muppy) who told them that: these portals aren't taking them place to place, it's transporting them around purgatory. and they've all died.

since then it's been up to the party to navigate their purpose, how to escape, all of it.

then they met bedlam, who explained to them this crazy prophecy and the reason they're all trapped there, which connects to a decision he made 800 years earlier.

enter callie.

my god this is so much to explain IM CRAZY ok. so callie and dee (@percexe) had been meeting in the void for centuries. he'd see callie there when he died and never knew why. 2 idiots had an unspoken pact to not talk about their pasts, but boy they should've!

it would've revealed that callie is actually named chaos, and directly related to all the other crazy clowns they'd meet across the campaign.

they're called the Story, the main 6 pantheon of gods i've set up in this universe! so we've got (in order of like. "hierarchy")

mayhem and maelstrom: gods of war and balance (he/they)

pandemonium: trickster god of illusion (he/it)

bedlam: god of magic and prophecy (he/him)

hullabaloo: goddess of joy, day, and spontaneity (she/her)

chaos: goddess of narration, night, and tradition (she/he)

the Story are basically the worlds most fucked up family, all considering each other brother and sister. in the beginning they were fine, but as time went on things just naturally got more and more messed, and now everything is just a nightmare

chaos and hullabaloo are kinda a tier above the rest of the story, part of their own subset called the Storytellers.

hullabaloo wanted more power and betrayed chaos, trapping her in the void for eternity, as she wanted to rule the universe herself. which all circles back to how callie met dee.

in the void, chaos didn't feel like himself and took on the name calypso, which is how she introduced herself to dee once they met.

and nobody found out anything out of a series of insane miscommunications and lack of info! what fun!

but now in the campaign timeline, everyone's basically caught up. we've finished the first season and are heading into the second in a couple weeks!!! also excuse if this feels rushed at all it's because it is <3 LMFAO there's just so much with CnD, this barely scratches the surface.

there's so much i couldn't cover here like the prophecy binding the party to purgatory, bedlam's entire role in that, the mages, etc. we're like 25 sessions in and so far i've planned 40 more. i am SO normal!!!!

PLEASEEE ask about it if you're curious!! im so insane about my campaign it is my pride and joy :]]

in order there: hullabaloo, chaos, bedlam, pandemonium, and mayhem and maelstrom! ART CREDS for pandemonium and may&mae refs @weedsmokingbfs !!! once more muppy i owe u all my beans

[h-y-dontatme]

Obey Me Reaper Headcanons Pt 2

I’ve got so much more nonsense about the Reapers in Obey Me! to shout into the void. I’m gearing up to put my Reaper OC out into the world, but a lot of world-building has got to be done first.

If you want more: Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Reapers are noted to have a far longer lifespan than humans, competing with the likes of demons, and in some rare cases, angels. Unlike demons and angels however, Reapers must actively work for their years in conscious existence. Each successful reaping will net the reaper remanents of their victim’s candle. A snuffed candle will leave behind small pellets that can be added to a Reapers own candle, adding years to their already long existence and thus providing an incentive for Reapers to do their duty.

Life candles are not all made equal. Human candles rarely leave behind more than a few months of added time unless the human in question possessed prodigious amounts of magical talent, in which case the spoils will range from years to decades. Demons themselves typically provide more, Little D’s sluffing off anywhere between 1-3 years, and succubi/incubi dropping close to a decade. Truly powerful demons (think demons on the tier below the brothers) will often net a Reaper nearly a century of time.

Angels will often choose a Reaper to honor with their reaping as an angel life candle can provide a Reaper with several centuries of life. This act is framed by the celestial realm as benevolent, but has been used to manipulate young and desperate Reapers, for better or worse (a lot of the times for worse).

Some Reapers will bestow their bounty onto the life candle of someone they love and care for. Abnormally long-lived humans often have gained the favor of their local Reaper, while demons generous (or merciful) to a Reaper will often find themselves outliving their peers.

Reapers relish in telling angels to go fluff off.

Speaking of favors, Reapers aren’t capable of making pacts. Guardianships (like for angels) is also not a thing. Reapers cannot bind themselves to any living being by magical means, contributing to their anti-social reputation. Partnerships, for them, are as indefinite and nebulous as a non-magical human.

That said, Reapers do look after their own. During the events of OM! OG few Reapers walk the three realms, a result of extremely dangerous working conditions, unfavorable deals from the Celestial Realm, and in-fighting. Thirteen being awarded MC’s soul is a result of this effort to keep their numbers up.

[asykriel]

Love is the Death of Duty - 13.

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☆ Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x Male! Targaryen OC

☆ Status: Ongoing 

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“He is half of my heart.”

War made monsters of them all, but it also brought the two second sons together in a flurry of death, love, deceit and delusion. The story of Aemond Targaryen and the eldest son of Daemon and Rhaenyra, Maegor Targaryen, second of his name. 

☆ Warnings: Sexual content, explicit violence, dark themes, targcest etc.

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CHAPTER 13

The air is thick with an eerie stillness, broken only by the distant whisper of the wind. Before him lays the ruinous silhouette of a city shrouded in darkness. Twisted spires and crumbling walls seem to echo the weight of centuries past and desolation.

Moonlight casts an eerie glow upon the ruins, turning shadows into remnants of the forgotten. Maegor moves through the city, as though in a trance, drawn by whispers and an unseen force towards a destination he cannot fathom.

He walks until he finds himself inside a giant castle, standing in a vast hall, its walls adorned with tapestries that tell the stories of his family's history. He walks among the depictions of dragons and Targaryen conquerors, his footsteps echoing in the silence against the marble. But as he gazes upon the scenes, they warp and twist, coming alive with the sounds of battle cries and dragons roaring.

Maegor stops to stare in awe, mesmerized by the shadows of men and beasts alike, as they begin to dance against the ceiling.

"Help me!"

A cry from the dark gets his attention and Maegor forgets all about the tapestries in an instant, his legs carrying him forward until the hall shifts into a void of pitch black, nothing desciphrable, not even the ground he steps on.

Suddenly, amidst the darkness, the same Targaryen ancestors emerge looking like ghastly specters, standing still as Maegor walks in the middle of them. He recognizes Aegon the Conqueror, Rhaenys and Visenya, Maegor the Cruel, Jaehaerys I.

Then he stops as he realizes he starts passing by his own family when Viserys shows up before him. Next to his grandfather, Daemon, stands tall, his features a blend of that cunning charisma and danger, he knows so well. Beside him, his mother, Rhaenyra beacons with arms wide open, and he can feel the warmth coming from her. Then he sees all of his brothers smiling with the innocence of youth, the laughter of the youngest ones echoing in the emptiness around them.

But there is one figure that stands apart, his presence casting a shadow over the rest.

Aemond.

His one eye regards him with an intensity that Maegor cannot decipher. Their bond shreds through him. Aemond's gaze is full of yearning and love for his nephew, leaving him with a profound sense of longing.

"Qybor." Maegor calls out for him with no avail. The specter does not answer, instead, his uncle, along with the rest of the ghastly silhouettes, turn around, pointing at something.

A silver haired child. Standing in the dark with his back facing Maegor.

"You there, kid!" He calls out to the child, but he remains still.

Maegor moves towards him, placing his hands on the child's shoulders. He spins him around and lets go in an instant, taking a step back, startled at the realization. The same odd colored eyes, the same clothes he wore years ago.

The child is him.

A sinister cackle suddenly echoes through the dark and Maegor's child self starts trembling, running to hide behind the present Maegor, clinging to his side in fear as he buries his face into his clothes.

"Show yourself!" The Prince barks, one hand on the hilt of Nightbringer and the other, protectively covering the boy's ears.

Maegor Targaryen.

The same voice hisses, right in his ear, its tone a blend of mockery and malice.

The Prince turns around, unsheathing his sword to cut to whoever is behind him. But instead of slicing through flesh, the valyrian sword merely swishes through the air.

The darkness around them seems to become even darker, an abyss that seems to stretch infinitely in all directions, a sense of danger looming in the air.

A faceless figure emerges from the shadows, its form shifting and contorting, its features a swirl of indistinct shapes. Long black locks cascade down its shoulders like a shroud, framing a visage that remains obscured. The figure's presence is suffocating, filling Maegor with dread.

You are destined to be alone, Prince of nothing.

The bonds you hold so dear will crumble.

The entity chuckles at him, as it starts to circle around, black locks moving in the air like they have no weight.

The child falls to the ground on his knees, covering his eyes as he starts crying.

"Who are you!?" Maegor shouts in frustration, lunging after the figure with his sword drawn.

It disappears right before the blade touches it, causing the Prince to stagger as he desperately darts his eyes around, searching for the whatever demon came to mess with him.

"Please....help me."

Maegor turns his head towards his child self and widens his eyes in shock. The entity had its shadowy grasp on the boy, long clawed fingers dragging across his cheek. Flashes of Alliandra looming over him and doing the same gesture appear in Maegor's mind, gnawing at his sanity.

You will lose yourself.

The entity speaks, and its voice hits Maegor from all sides, multiplying into mocking echoes, clouding his head and driving him crazy.

The Prince snarls in anger and dashes forward. Before he can reach and save his younger self, dozens of hands, mangled and rotting extend out from the darkness, taking a hold of the boy and pulling him into the abyss as he screams in anguish while the shadowy figure cackles in delight.

"No!" Maegor shouts, but there's no use. The child vanishes and his screams die out, leaving him alone in the dark again.

Oh Maegor...No one can save you from the abyss.

The faceless figure whispers as it appears before the Prince again, its voice mocking a tone of pity.

Not even the one you hold closest to your heart.

"Who the fuck are you! What do you want?!" Maegor shouts again, furious and frustrated and confused. However the more he lets out his emotions bubble to the surface the more it amuses the entity.

Who am I? Who are you, Prince of nothing?

The grip on Nightbringer becomes painfully tight as he readies the sword again until something under his fingers begins to shift, the hilt of the blade starts moving, and the whole sword transforms into a large black snake, coiling around his forearm.

The snake strikes, piercing skin. Maegor winces in pain and throws it to the ground before it slithers away into the darkness. He staggers, just barely trying to stand on his feet as he retches, feeling the venom course through his body. It feels like deja vu, the same feeling when he got poisoned starts to unravel.

Maegor's fists clench, his teeth grit as he fights against the waves of doubt and despair that the entity plants in him with every word.

You will lose everything.

Relentlessly, the voice cackles, and amidst the torment, the specters of his family reappear, surrounding Maegor in a circle.

This time their faces are distorted, their expressions contorting into grotesque masks of despair and gore. Daemon glares at him, his dead expression full of hatred and disappointment, Rhaenyra's once warm smile turns into a cruel sneer, his brothers' eyes become hollow and empty.

You have failed them. You are unworthy of their love and trust.

The twisted images close in on him, their distorted voices blending into a cacophony of eerie whispers of accusation and laughter. The air becomes heavy with their presence, suffocating Maegor as he struggles to break free from their grasp.

Aemond's face remained unchanged, his eye fixed on Maegor, but this time with a cold gaze, full of distance, a gulf that seems impossible to bridge.

Maegor's heart races with panic, his chest constricting with a fear that he cannot escape. He tries to call out again, to demand answers, but his voice is drowned by the entity.

Even Aemond.

The taunting voice continues, its words a venomous hiss that pierces through his defenses.

How fragile the bond that hold you together. How easily it can be shattered by a single touch.

The figure's tone shifts, its mockery replaced by a syrupy sweetness.

He will slip through your fingers, just like water.

A clawed shadowy hand slices through the specter of Aemond and he vanishes like the mist in thin air.

"No! I won't let it happen!"

The darkness seems to press in on Maegor from all sides, suffocating him as the faceless entity's laughter fills the void from all sides. His chest heaves with a mix of fear and anger, his heart pounding like a drum.

"You won't break me!" Maegor's voice reverberates through the darkness, his words fueled by fury mixed with panic. He clenches his fists, the nails digging into his palms until they draw blood.

The faceless figure's form shifts and contorts circling around him, its cackles echoing through the void.

Oh, but you're already broken, dear Prince.

Broken by your doubts, your fears, and your desires.

"I won't let you control me demon!" Maegor sneers, panting as he tries to control his labored breathing.

The entity moves closer, its presence oppressive as it hovers just beyond the edge of his vision.

You can't escape your fate, no matter how hard you try.

The threads of destiny have been woven, and you are bound to unravel.

"Shut up!" Maegor's frustration is boiling over.

You cannot escape the darkness. It is a part of you.

His breath catches in his throat as he grapples with the implications of the entity's words. The darkness surrounding him feels painful, laden with his own doubts and insecurities. He fights to push them aside, to focus on the strength he knows resides within him.

"You're wrong!" He shouts in desperation as he starts running aimlessly through the abyss, trying to distance himself from the faceless figure.

Oh...am I?

A faint laughter echoes.

Maegor curses, falling to his knees from exertion. He heaves, trying to catch his breath until he feels something warm.

He lifts his hands, confused by the sickly wet sensation on his skin and clothes and jumps on his feet.

Blood. Pooling under his boots, pouring out of his palms and falling off his forehead, onto his face as he desperately tries to wipe it away.

The darkness seeps away revealing a vast and torn battlefield, red skies above him.

He gasps as he sees the mound of corpses under him. Mangled men and dragons alike, the banners of his house protruding between them as they pile up in the mountain he stands on top of.

Maegor trips and falls to the ground. Next to him, Aemond's lifeless body, stiff with a horrifying expression. Rotting and covered with flies and maggots.

"No more!"

In an instant, Maegor's eyes snap open as he lets out a scream. His body is drenched in cold sweat, tears flowing down his cheeks.

"My Prince! You have to lay still!" The urgent voices pierce through the haze of fear, and Maegor feels hands gripping his arms and legs, holding him down on the bed.

"No! Let go of me!" His voice rasps with a mixture of fear and desperation as he struggles against the restraints, his body writhing in an attempt to break free.

"Maegor! Get a hold of yourself!" He recognizes a familiar voice as a pair of strong hands grip the collar of his nightshirt pinning him against the bed.

His chest heaves with frantic breaths as he takes in his surroundings, his gaze darting around the dimly lit room. Familiar shapes start to form as his blurred vision gets cleared and he lets out a shaky sigh of relief as he recognizes his bedroom in Dragonstone and Daemon holding him firmly with a couple of maesters next to him. His father, looks down at him with concern etched across his features.

He's not trapped in that horrible nightmare anymore.

"Kepa..." Maegor's voice cracks, and his trembling hands reach out instinctively, seeking the comfort and safety of his father's embrace.

The Rogue Prince doesn't hesitate, wrapping his arms around his son and pulling him into a tight hug. His hand rubs soothing circles on Maegor's back, offering a sense of security and reassurance that helps calm the young Prince's racing heart.

"Shh ziry iksos sȳz, ñuha tresy. Ao gōntan sȳz." Daemon murmurs, his voice a soothing balm that helps chase away the lingering remnants of the nightmare. He never saw him like this, not even when he was a small child, so afraid and vulnerable, begging to be cradled and kept safe.

Something is off and he's not sure if it's all due to the side effects of the poison.

Maegor clings to his father, his breath hitching as he tries to regain control over his emotions. The vivid images of his dream and the sound of that faceless demon still haunt his mind, the grotesque visions and taunting cackle refusing to fade completely from his brain.

"Thank the gods you're awake." Rhaenyra exclaims full of relief as she hurries, coming inside his chambers followed by Jace and Luke as the maesters step out of the way to let her approach the bed.

The Prince nods tiredly, clearing his dry throat as his family flocks around his bed.

It slowly becomes suffocating, every touch, every pat on the back, every sound starts to overstimulate his senses. Maegor's head begins to spin, full of drowsiness and a knot in his neck forms. He feels sick to his stomach as he begins retching, reaching after the bowl on his nightstand. Nothing comes out though and he sinks back against the pillows in defeat.

"The Prince needs rest, he's still feeling the aftermaths of the poison, I'm afraid." The eldest maester speaks

Despite the support surrounding him, Maegor's attention is drawn to a figure standing in the back and waiting patiently in silence. A figure whose presence exudes a sense of calm and understanding, a figure who has always been there, no matter the circumstances.

Aemond.

As his eyes meet his uncle's, Aemond's expression instantly softens, a faint, warm smile tugging at the corners of his lips. A silent message-one of gratitude, of trust, of the profound comfort.

In that moment, everyone else fades away, all of them become background noise as his focus narrows to one person.

"Qybor." Maegor calls out for him, rushing to sit up and trying to get off the bed to reach his uncle. But his body protests and his legs give out in an instant. Daemon has to catch him before he falls to the floor, helping him to sit on the edge of the bed.

Testing the waters, Aemond can no longer restrain his patience and he tentatively takes a few steps forward, pretending to ignore the wary frown of his sister and the sharp eyes of his uncle watching his every move.

"I'm here." The Prince comforts his nephew, his hands itching to get closer, next to his bedside. But he cannot, not with all the eyes on him and the tension in the air.

"Clear the room. I wish to speak to my uncle, alone." Maegor orders without thinking and the maesters immediately oblige even if they throw curious looks before they leave. His mother throws him a look as if he struck her.

"My son, you need rest." Rhaenyra insists, trying to keep the tone of her voice soothing. But there's a pang of obvious jealousy in her heart seeing how Maegor chooses Aemond's company instead of everyone else in the room.

"Mother please. Just for a little while" The Prince looks at his mother with tired eyes, pleading to be indulged.

That's all it takes for Rhaenyra to give in. He's suffering, he's in pain and barely escaped from the grasps of death itself, she can indulge his request, it's her son after all.

"Very well." She sighs and ushers her other two sons out of the chamber, looking behind at her husband with a curious look when he stays behind. Daemon only gives her a silent hand gesture as he's left with his son and nephew. What's he planning?

If he would be in full health, Maegor would argue with his father but right now he has no energy left, neither in his body nor in his mind to put up a fight. So he let's Daemon be.

Aemond is tense, he feels uncomfortable with the presence of his uncle and his ever vigilant gaze, but he tries to drown it out and focus on Maegor instead as he comes next to his bedside. He would want nothing more than to hold his nephew's hand at least, but he knows he has to refrain from such tender gestures when he feels that cold glare on the back of his head.

"How long was I out of it?" Maegor questions, throwing a curious glance at his father who's leaning with his back against the wall, close to his son's bed.

"This would be the fourth night." His uncle sighs tiredly.

He's been sneaking around at night and losing sleep to be by Maegor's side ever since he flew from Sunspear here. Not sparing himself any second to let his guard down or his worries fade and now that he can finally breathe relieved that the younger Prince woke up, all the exhaustion came crashing onto him.

"Hells. What about that bitch" The Prince grits his teeth as he recalls how Alliandra poisoned him. That's the last thing he remembers before everything went dark, her smug smile of victory.

"You don't need to worry about her. She's long gone, torn to pieces."

Maegor's frustration simmers beneath the surface, the desire for vengeance burning within him. Yet, he understands the nature of justice and the cycle it follows. He clicks his tongue in acknowledgment, aware that retribution always has its own ways of manifesting.

His feet tap lightly against the floor as he tests his strength. Slowly, his mind also regains its sharpness, faster than his body it seems.

A sense of panic grips him again as his psyche recovers.

"Saagael! Where is he?!" He grips his uncle's arms as he tries to stand, frantically seeking out his dragon as he can't recall his fate through the jumble of memories before he fell unconscious.

"Calm down boy, he's fine. Come see for yourself." Daemon's calm voice interrupts, drawing their attention. He points to the window.

Slowly Maegor relaxes and with Aemond supporting him so he doesn't stumble, with uneasy steps, he slowly makes his way to the window overlooking the clifftop. Outside, under the moon's glow he instantly makes out the sleeping forms of both the Cannibal and Vhagar. The weight of his chest lightens instantly.

Sensing his rider, Saagael stirs from his slumber and snaps his eyes open, lifting his large head. He shakes off the sleep, the spines along his neck moving with every ripple of muscle as he fixes the window with his sapphire gaze. A low rumble of contentment escapes his throat, acknowledging the Prince.

Ever since his rider fell ill, the Cannibal refused to move or eat, threatening to kill all the dragon keepers that tried to urge him to scrap on something when they came to feed Vhagar. He stood watch, always looking up at the window in the tower. Waiting.

An unbreakable bond that defies physical distance, but not a surprising one, not for Daemon at least, familiar to his own unnatural connection to Caraxes.

Maegor smiles weakly and sighs in relief as Aemond's support helps him return to the bed, their steps in sync as they navigate the room.

"Sit down." Daemon command draws their attention, as he leans off the wall to come stand before the two young Princes.

Aemond raises an eyebrow, giving him a cautious look, but obeys, taking a seat on the edge of the bed next to Maegor.

"After Maegor is fully recovered I want you to return to King's Landing-"

"Prince Aemond saved my life, I won't have you kick him out." Maegor scowls at his father feeling his anger slightly flaring up, despite the fatigue and weakness in his body.

Daemon lifts a finger warning his son to be quiet.

"Let me finish, boy. You will accompany him since you have affairs to settle now, Prince of Dorne. And your uncle will vouch for your claim in front of the Queen and Hand of the King, if he was so generous to proclaim your rule himself. "

"What?" Maegor blinks.

The unexpected direction of the conversation leaves him bewildered. He turns his head to give his uncle a questioning look. Daemon retrieves a letter from his tunic's pocket, tossing it in his son's lap.

"Very well, I'll do it. And if someone comes forth to deny his claim?" Aemond doesn't hesitate. His latter question is obvious, both his mother and grandfather won't support this decision even if it's him who proclaimed it.

The Rogue Prince lets out an amused chuckle that fills the room.

"Well, you'll make sure that doesn't happen." Daemon throws them one more look, waving a dismissive hand in the air before he closes the door to the chambers behind him, leaving the two Princes alone.

He can allow it this time. Throw them both a little reward so that he's certain Aemond will keep his word.

Maegor finishes reading the letter and sits in silence. He doesn't know what to think or say. Uncertainty clouds his thoughts. He's grateful that he finally has a title over something given like his half brothers, but at the same time, with everything that happened he's not sure he wants it. Prince of Dorne, it doesn't sound that appealing.

"You've shed blood and sweat, managed to do what the Conqueror couldn't and now "the Seven Kingdoms" has a real meaning. I wanted to give it to you, because there's no one else more deserving than you, Maegor." Sensing his nephew's conflicting emotions, Aemond speaks first, clutching his hands with his own, now more relaxed to show his affection in the privacy of each other's company.

"For that I am grateful, uncle. I just don't know what to do with it." Maegor admits as he lifts his head to look at Aemond, sketching a faint smile.

"You don't have to do anything. Your vassals will rebuild Sunspear in your name and you don't have to make your seat in Old Palace if that's not your wish." Aemond's touch is gentle and comforting as he cups his nephew's face between his hands and leans in to plant a kiss on his forehead.

"I wasn't planning to. I've come to realize I really hate sand." Maegor chuckles, trying to crack a joke despite the drowsiness and weakness in his body. He rests his forehead against his uncle's shoulder as he pulls him into a warm embrace.

Eventually, his uncle stands up, ready to call it in for the night and Maegor's heart skips a beat.

"Rest now, love. You need to get back your strength." Aemond reluctantly lets go of him, ready to return to his guest chambers before Daemon returns and drags him there himself.

He will slip through your fingers, just like water.

Flashes of his night terror and the haunting image of his uncle's spectral form resurface, unsettling his thoughts.

"No! Don't go, please don't go!" Maegor's voice cracks as he lets out an unexpected shout, gripping Aemond's arm until his fingers dig into his skin. His heart is racing again and his breathing is labored.

The older Prince stops dead in his track, startled by his nephew's reaction. He turns back to Maegor at once, his concern outweighing his confusion and he doesn't hesitate to pull his nephew into a tight, comforting hug. He heard the maesters talking about how poisons can give you hallucinations, he just didn't imagine they would persist for so many days and only hopes they won't be permanent.

Aemond waits, his hold on Maegor unyielding until the panic subsides. He releases him just until he removes his boots and jacket before sliding under the covers next to his nephew, drawing him close.

Maegor buries his face in Aemond's embrace, his racing heart slowly finding its rhythm.

"Your father will have my head for this." The older Prince mutters with a smile at the corners of his mouth and buries his nose in the clump of unruly silver locks.

"You've managed to survive him just fine for four days without me." Maegor chuckles, closing his eyes.

Finally he can let his guard down and let the warmth and comfort engulf his painful body.

"Only because I wasn't in bed with his son." Aemond strokes along his shoulders, easing out the obvious tension gathered in his muscles.

"You've been in bed with me before. Just not under his roof." Maegor mumbles, letting out a yawn.

Exhaustion finally catches up with him as sleep pulls at his consciousness.

Aemond smiles, pulling the bed covers higher on both of them. Daemon can have his head if he wishes so. This is worth it.

"Sȳz bantis, ñuha zaldrīzes."

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Translations:

Kepa = Father

Shh ziry iksos sȳz, ñuha tresy = Shh, it's alright, my son

Ao gōntan sȳz = You did good

Qybor = Uncle

Sȳz bantis, ñuha zaldrīzes = Good night, my dragon

[mizziix]

Yknow what I can use this blog for whatever I want so I'm gonna ramble about my WoD oc's

So I got two big ones rn. That's a lie I actually have like half a dozen owod mages and equal that number awakening mages with a smattering of others but yknow these two are new.

Both of these characters were made in a free form server that allows for high power characters, so that's how I got away with any of this if you're wondering. DM me if you want an invite, it's public

The first one I got is Andrei Nichols, a 7th gen Lasombra. His backstory is that he was embraced some time around the last turn of the millennium in Scandinavia. He did a bunch of shit in the following 600 years like secure the Sabbat's hold on Scandinavia and become an Abyss Mystic but none of that really matters because in the 1600's he was captured and sealed inside a pillar of jet black granite and obsidian glass. It had a habit of bleeding.

This pillar of bleeding obsidian was passed around various Tremere chantries in Western Europe for a couple of centuries, until a mishap in the 1800's sent the thing sinking to the bottom of the Atlantic Ocean.

Andrei Nichols, for his part, is aware of precisely none of that. As far as he is aware, the seawater rotted away the stake in his heart granting him consciousness again, he drifted onto the shore of Jewel city in 1982, and that's where his life began. With no memory, no connections, limited ability to speak english (read: none), and no resources for himself, Andrei's introduction to Jewel City unlife was rather uneventful. Andrei spent a good number of years just fucking hiding, feeding from people in back alleys and picking up scraps of language from stalking people. Sticking to back alleys and shadowy underbellies, he learned the language fairly quickly and made limited contact with some of the kindred of the area. Knowing what he was but not where he came from, he was introduced to the culture of the area and allowed to fend for himself. So, he took a job as a waiter to get by, renting an apartment next to an abandoned construction site. In recent time, he's taken a liking to the place, wandering its abandoned halls in his off time and exploring the basement. The fact that things have gotten ever darker there so far hasn't set off any alarm bells.

He's so fun to play because he's just A Guy. He's uninvolved with politics, works odd jobs as a night shift waiter, and is by most accounts normal, but at the same time is a supremely powerful abyss mystic Lasombra on the fucking Road of Kings, but still none of that registers to him, he is only himself. If you pointed out all the eldritch horror that surrounds him, like the fact that nobody else lives in the empty burnt out apartment building he lives in, or the fact that the shadows near him constantly writhe and his eyes foretell doom and decay... he'd be confused. Like, all of it just doesn't register to him because That's Just Normal. He *could* go for a power play and get power, but... he's got rent to pay. So, who cares?

The other fun angle is, being an entirely self indulgent character, he's friends with a number of mages. The main place he works at is essentially a magical femboy hooters run by a Euthanatos Archmaster. This leads to a lot of fun philosophical talks and some very interesting developments in his own Abyss Mystic practice. Namely, I wanted to have some fun approaching the idea of Mage from another splat's perspective. Mages deal with the idea of consensus fairly regularly, the idea that the world isn't actually what it seems to be is part and parcel. But for a *vampire,* the idea that the world doesn't actually exist as people think it does, and that the forces of the universe are just chaotic figments of imagination that can and do change.... is terrifying! It's a slow, creeping existential dread that he doesn't know how to deal with! It rocks.

My other guy in really excited about is Vincent Heikkilä, Void Engineer, Pan Dimensional Corps, Archmaster.

Vincent is actually native to the void, not earth. Vincent was born on a colony orbiting the Orion Nebula deep in the heart of space. Growing up in this environment gave him from a young age an instinct for space travel and navigation, when your first spacewalk was at seven learning to pilot shuttlecraft is kinda like getting a drivers license. He started his career as a teenager, starting as an unenlightened tech/data analyst in a work study position. However he enlightened (aka awakened) abs started making unprecedentedly fast progress, earning a position as a junior officer by 19.

Befitting a Void Engineer, he saw a lot of strange things and wolf action throughout the long years spent in the depths of space; dragons, alternate timelines, black holes, spatial anomalies, eldritch horrors that would make a vampire (read: Andrei) cry, actual literal Gods, he saw and dealt with it all. Eventually his career, published works on Dimensional Science, and experience with logistics and command earned him the position of rear admiral of one of the admittedly smaller fleets of VE battleships, working with the ETD on a number of expeditions against various threats to the Union. It was in these years that he saw and did some heinous things. There's really no good way to justify glassing a planet's surface to yourself, even if you knew it had to be done. After a long career, he made one hell of a persuasive argument in favor of shore leave and petitioned to go somewhere that he had never managed to travel to before, something stranger than he had ever seen, full of sights that even an Archmaster like himself had never experienced.

He took a vacation to earth.

Vincent is fun to play because he's this hyper competent space cowboy gunslinger with enough knowledge to justify my unhinged ramblings about the nature of the universe, but he also just doesn't know what a Gamecube is. He's a hardened soldier but... that's behind him. He's possessed by a joie de vivre and this deep enjoyment of the mundane that was strong enough to give him Fae Affinity (note, that's typically impossible for Technocrats but idc). He's not interested in participating in the Ascension war, even if he could beat nearly anyone in a quick draw duel he's too busy discovering what a crepe tastes like when it hasn't been 3d printed. He's piloted fighter craft and warships, but this is the first time he's been on a roller coaster. He's just such this fun, troublemaking rogue, it's great.

His current plans are very simple right now, just make friends. Experience the city not like a reality shifting demigod of technology but just as a dude. He might show off a bit, he might take one or two of his friends up into space for a joyride, but really I'm keeping all the incredibly powerful magic (or, ahem, enlightened science) just for prop comedy and shits and giggles. Also to drive off some of the annoying vampire elders in town, but that's neither here nor there.

Please feel free to ask more questions about either of them, or for stuff about other characters. Thank you for reading this long lmao

[creature-featurez]

omg can i know ab betty and simon bc i also have one with like multiple parties at once im curious...

hello!!! sorry this took forever to answer (and for the... absolute novel that is the answer) this is surprisingly a very loaded question LMAOOO also sorry if i misinterpreted the question... i realized halfway through that you may have been asking something completely different...

putting under a [read more] to avoid being a terribly long post on the dash

First, I know you don't have a lot of knowledge on Adventure Time lore (at least I think..) so I'll probably be going on several smaller tangents and explanations of things so that the rest of what I explain makes sense. :3 If I get off topic, that's proooobably why. Second, the first "arc" of Reader's (my oc for anyone new here) story is heavily inspired by this fic, though I am currently rewriting it to be a bit more separate, and all of the later arcs are completely original. I like giving credit where credit is due, however.

OKAY! So now back to the actual question LMAO

In Adventure Time, there is a great war among humans somewhere in the 90's-2000's. It's a nuclear war that wipes out most of humanity and leaves a lot of radioactivity around, essentially creating an apocalypse for any surviving humans. In my au, this war takes place sometime in the late 90's. The seeds for Reader and Simon being in a relationship exist as early as the early 90's, though circumstances regarding the both of them being unable to further their education together prevent it from ever really going anywhere. Reader (who is still female presenting) struggles to keep up in the very male dominated field of anthropology and archaeology in the 90's while Simon easily finds his footing in doctorate programs. (He's cis in this au sorry Simon.. it just makes the most narrative sense.) Reader eventually loses contact with Simon as they drift away from each other and this is around the time that Reader goes missing, finding an ancient shrine and making a deal with a deity to survive the upcoming war. This is about 3 years before the nuclear fallout from the war. Meanwhile, Simon and Betty have met and the canon events of Fionna & Cake / Adventure Time are playing out for them! They find the Enchiridion (a magic book Simon was looking for to prove his studies on magical relics isn't bullshit), fall in love, get engaged, and this is around the time Simon loses contact with Reader. And then Reader's family reaches out to Simon. Reader has been missing and no one can find them. Betty comforts Simon during this time, but there isn't really much anyone can do. Eventually Simon finds the crown and becomes cursed, and Betty time travels 1000 years into the future to help save him like in the show. And we're back with Reader! Who accidentally overslept surviving the war by 800 years. They wake up and realize very quickly that they are (1) no longer human and (2) definitely not in the 20th century anymore... After a while they also learn they are immortal. About 200 years later, Reader is a successful healer, using 20th century medical practices and whatever they can find in centuries old texts. They've gotten quite the reputation as many families have been using their practice for generations, and rumors have spread that they can cure even curses (much to Reader's chagrin). This is when Betty, who is now going insane desperately trying to save Simon, visits their shop. Of course, when Betty learns that Reader can't, in fact, cure curses, she's pissed. They get into a big fight and Betty is banned from Reader's shop. The two don't interact again by the time Betty actually does save Simon from being cursed as the Ice King, and Reader never puts 2-and-2 together. To make a very long explanation a very short one, Betty saves Simon by fusing with a chaos deity named Golb, becoming Golbetty. She then returns to this void between universes, leaving Simon once again mortal but now all alone. 12 years later, Simon and Reader reconnect! They slowburn fall in love, but Simon isn't really over Betty, esp when it comes to wanting to save her. Simon is trying to reach Golbetty through an ancient shrine, but Reader is completely unaware of this. Reader is left in the dark when it comes to a lot about Betty, actually, but respects Simon's privacy. The two of them settle into life together after reconnecting after 1000 years, both having long accepted the other died in the 90's, and things seem okay for the most part...

WE'VE HIT ARC 2 WHO CHEERED

Okay so things aren't all that okay. Turns out becoming a weird pseudohuman fucks with your self-image and connection to humanity, who would have thunk! This isn't anything new for Reader, who already associated their being nonbinary/transmasc with being turned into a creature shortly upon settling in the Land of Ooo (tho: author's note, they were always nonbinary, it's just hard to accept that when you're already struggling to make a life for yourself in a male dominated career in the 90's. Reader is mega-coping.) But reconnecting with Simon kind of made it... worse. Sure, Simon was cursed for a while but he got out of it mostly human, where Reader is very much not human. They find themself comparing how they once were to how they are now and feeling inadequate for Simon. Simon tries his best to help, but there's only really so much he can do. Things only get worse when a witch comes along who claims to know exactly what kind of creature Reader is. Reader is a golb-beast, a rare (often only thought to be mythical) creature created by being cursed, or in some interpretations blessed, by Golb. Reader is the only one of their kind known in existence, and this witch worships Golb. Knowing magic, she is able to manipulate Reader's curse so that they attack Simon, almost killing him, and in the chaos of everything she kidnaps Reader. The captor (I need to name her..) has a mansion that is decorated with statues and artwork of Golb, think Catholic cathedrals, and she initially locks Reader in the basement where she has a dungeon of sorts. She's kind of really fucked up and treats Reader like an exotic pet she tamed rather than a sentient human and even goes as far as to only let them eat raw meat it's crazy. Reader keeps up hope that Simon will come for them but the captor tells them (a lie) that Simon ran away from them when they attacked him. He's scared of Reader being a beast and won't be coming back for them. While Reader doesn't believe this at first... the longer they're trapped the more doubt starts to set in. Meanwhile Simon is actually losing his mind trying to find Reader after healing from his wounds, but to little avail. It takes months before he even gets a real lead. Eventually he is able to rescue Reader but in the chaos a fire starts. A statue of Golb falls and crushes the captor, killing her instantly while Reader watches. It should feel good but... Reader is emotionally crushed. It takes them a long time to get used to being back in the normal world again. There's a lot more I didn't cover here bc it isn't too important to Reader and Simon specifically, but there's a lot Reader has to overcome. This entire situation really sets them back on feeling human and accepting themself as they are. This time, Simon can't even seem to really help them when they're at their worst.

(continued in a reblog bc apparently i flew too close to the sun with this post...)