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ghostlynighty · 4 months

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You want request?

Can I get uhhhh PtN Cinnabar (and/or Zoya) with a fem!chief (or gn) who is insecure about their body weight?

Zoya with sinner fem!reader who is insecure about their body weight.

parings : Zoya x sinner fem!reader

requested? : yup

warning(s) : talking about body insecurity, i might have not talked about it well in this fic, might be ooc zoya

uh hey there, thanks for the request! I decided to make reader a sinner since I would like to make chief her own character. I also only picked Zoya since I do not know much about Cinnabar yet. I hope that is okay.

also, please do tell me if i wrote anything wrong with this. making fics with these kinds of topics is really hard for me.

The monthly check up, the moment you don’t really like. It's where the MBCC would conduct a routine check up for all of the sinners to see if something is wrong. This monthly routine check up is mostly for sinners but staff get check ups too.

You are a sinner that has been arrested by the MBCC and unlike sinners who resisted, you did not. You are going to be locked up forever and be “used” by the chief sure, but at least the food is free and there is a not so comfy bed to sleep on. There are so many of these “routines” that the bureau conducts, one of them is this medical check up. This was no problem to you at the start, you actually wanted to know if something is wrong with you and is always compliant but as of the recent ones however, you started to feel nervous about this, anxious even. It's not like the doctors and staff abuse you, it's just that recently, you’re starting to feel a little insecure about yourself, especially with your body and weight. You guessed that being locked up alongside these beautiful sinners with amazing bodies made you like this.

Your girlfriend, Zoya, the commander of the Legion, has started to notice this. You no longer wear your usual outfit that shows your skin, you now wear sweaters and long sleeved clothes which is not a problem to Zoya, she finds you really adorable in these actually. Her only problem was, it gets very very hot in the bureau, especially in the afternoon when you and her would go to the outdoors area to hang out. Zoya noticed right away what the cause was and she was determined to let you know that you shouldn't be thinking about those things.

At the moment, you were waiting in line for the check up, you tried hiding your anxiousness. You tried not to think about the doctors weighing you or only being in your undies while they check up on you.

Oh god, please make this stop-

Your thoughts were interrupted when you felt someone pull you away and lead you to a room. Looking up, you saw that it was your girlfriend.

“Zoya? Why are we here?” Your body acted into its own accord, hugging Zoya to calm yourself down. Your girlfriend could feel how much you were shaking and instantly wrapped her arms around you.

“I saw you were having a hard time there, is everything okay?” Zoya asked you as gently as she could, knowing that this topic is sensitive to anyone who is going through this. Your girlfriend does not want to force you into telling her what’s wrong, but you can see from the way she looks at you that she already knows your trouble.

“I’m just…I just don’t feel…good?” You tried to tell her vaguely, hoping that she would get it immediately. Zoya pulled away from the hug, looking into your eyes.

“Babe, it's okay, you can tell me and if you don’t want to, that’s also okay. I just want to help you in any way I can.”

Closing your eyes with a deep breath, you released it all to Zoya. How you don’t feel confident in yourself and in your body anymore, how you think you’re so heavy and that you need to lose weight, everything. You told Zoya everything while she listened, wiping your tears from time to time.

When you were finished, you two just stood there, arms wrapped around each other.

“Look and listen to me, you are beautiful. You always have been. There’s nothing wrong with having a little weight, you know? Believe me when I say you’re so fucking hot. I mean, have you seen some of those sinners who look at you?” You chuckled, wiping your tears as you remember those moments when random sinners would flirt with you, making Zoya annoyed that she would always let them know that you are hers and hers only.

“I’m not really good at these, but what I’m saying is, there’s nothing wrong with you. You are perfectly fine, perfectly healthy and…perfectly beautiful.”

“Thank you Zoya and I’m sorry that I only told you about this now.”

“There’s no need to apologise, but know that I am always here, okay? Now let’s go for your check up. If you want, I can come with you during your turn.”

It took you a couple of seconds to reply, not believing that a violent person like Zoya could be so gentle with you. You grabbed her cheeks, placing a soft kiss on it.

“I would love that.”

#nighty post #path to nowhere #path to nowhere imagines #ptn zoya #ptn zoya x reader #zoya x reader #ptn

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themountainscall · 4 months

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There you lay, pelted by hundreds of rain droplets as you weakly try to compose yourself. Everything seemed to go numb. The only thing you felt was nature’s brutality striking your pelt relentlessly as you lay helpless.

The forest was so close, yet so far. You didn’t know if you’d ever make it there. The salvation you’d heard of… the stories detailing the barbarian felines who ruled the woodlands… it would only be seen in your dreams.

You shut your eyes, the roaring of thunder overhead causing you to flinch into the soaked earth.

You had lost all hope.

You were stranded.

. . .

You felt a presence.

Your eyes weakly opened, and you were shocked to see… a group of cats. Massive, scarred, terrifyingly tall… They watched you like a piece of prey. You could only pray that they’d make your death swift.

Until, the one with the purple stare spoke up.

“Join us.”

🌙

Welcome to The Mountain’s Call!

We are a literate, 15+ roleplay group over on discord looking for more people to join us!

In a prehistoric world where humans cease to exist yet, a group of savage felines roam the Swiss Alps, fending off their home from unrestrained predators we now know as extinct.

Deep in the dense woodlands resides a legion of cats known as Alpine Clan. However, these aren’t your normal forest cats. With augmented senses, larger bodies, sharper claws, keener vision, and overall stronger physiques, these animals are on par with their feline brethren, such as cougars and lynxes.

We offer many things in our server, such as:

Totally new and reworked ranks, including 2 new (Sage, Berserker) ones that are crucial to the lore of the roleplay.

Original and unique traditions to make the roleplay more well-rounded.

Constant opportunities to have your character be more involved in the lore.

OOC channels to share your artwork, create and search for character relationships, and give suggestions for upcoming lore.

And so much more!

We are currently on CHAPTER 2: INFESTATION PART I, and will be moving into Part 2 soon.

🌑

So you’re all caught up, here’s a run-down of the Chapter 1 lore:

CHAPTER 1:

The moon will overtake the sky, leaving the forest to awake the shunned, red-eyed giant.

The clan’s czar, Wind Star, is awoken by his sage, Crimson Peak, frantically running into camp and begging to speak with him. After visiting the caves to speak with the ancestors, Crimson claims he could not speak with the stars, but was rather face to face with a great horned beast with giant red eyes and blood stained across its brown pelt.

Wind Star does not know what to make of this, so he tries to soothe the manic tomcat before telling him to keep this a secret between the two of them, and to not even tell Crimson’s acolyte, Moonlit Paw. Who also happened to be Wind Star’s daughter from his late mate. Crimson reluctantly agrees, and they both keep this disturbing prophecy to themselves.

🌒

A moon later, Wind Star and his new mate, Snow Step, have a litter of three kittens. Crow Kit, Polar Kit, and Smoke Kit. However, tensions are still high within the high ranks of Alpine Clan. No one is able to contact the ancestors. No one has been visited, no one, not even the sages, are able to see or speak to them. They grow worried, but Wind Star is still reluctant to tell the clan. He persuades his subordinates to keep it to themselves just for a little while longer, and they hesitantly agree. However, a few days later… something terrible would happen to the clan. Something that many cats interpreted as a signal that the stars were angry.

🌓

A flock of Sun Wings (giant condors) flew over the camp and attacked the clan. Three cats died, many were injured, and everyone was confused. Crimson Peak begged to let the clan know, but Wind Star had begun to… act different. He began to lose it, claiming that all the bad happening to the clan was from the direct influence of Crimson Peak. The sage himself bore the only red eyes in the entire clan, Wind Star was certain that what Crimson Peak saw was an alternate version of himself. The tom’s grew distant with one another, both wanting to help their clan, however… both having different ways of wanting to do so.

🌔

Three cats, War Cry, Bee Paw, and Mountain Caller all had their sleep disturbed with a nightmare. However, it seemed… all too real to be any type of dream. War Cry’s dream consisted of a giant beast with reddened eyes destroying their camp while she was cemented to the earth, unable to move. Bee Paw’s had him morph into the disgusting creature, soon being attacked and killed by everyone he loved. Mountain Caller’s dream had him faced with his brother as a kit, being forced to kill him. He refuses, however as he blinks away his tears, the kit transforms into the czar he knew, and kills him.

🌕

It all came to a climax when Crimson Peak stood at his altar inside of the sages den. He sobbed, begging for the stars to speak to him, give him a sign, do anything to let him know that he wasn’t alone. His wallowing was interrupted by Wind Star. The tom entered the den and began insulting Crimson, claiming it was his fault that the stars had gone silent. However, when Crimson turned around to defend himself, he was met with… purple eyes rather than the familiar fiery ones he was used to. Wind Star attacks Crimson Peak, pushing him into the old wooden altar, shattering it. Inside of the czar’s head, Wind Star’s consciousness fights brutally against the plague that had infected him. However, it was futile. The czar was killed, banished to the dark forest, and his body had been transformed into nothing but a hollow vessel that this imposter had full control of.

The czar rushed to call a clan meeting, his mania prominent as he demoted Crimson Peak and his own daughter to prisoners. Alpine Clan could only watch in horror as the czar they once respected had seemingly fallen off the deep end. Cats rushed to defend their sages, angering the imposter. Wind Star’s mate had tried to soothe the angered crowd, begging Wind to stop the meeting before he did anything else he regretted. Crimson Peak suddenly called the imposter out on not being their true czar, glaring up at him with no intent of becoming scum in the prisoners den.

The fake czar looked around, and upon realizing no one would be on his side, decided his fate then and there. Purple eyes gazed upon the throng once more before they launched down upon the sage, swiftly snapping his neck with one bite. The crowd erupted in shock, however before the imposter could do any more harm, he was killed by his luminary, Mountain Caller, Wind Star’s little brother.

The clan had no time to process what had just happened. As the prophecy that Crimson had tried to warm everyone about had just come storming into camp. A gargantuan beast the side as the trees raged into camp, blood on its tusks as it rampaged through the clearing. Mountain Caller, now Star, called for his clan to evacuate towards the river. There was no way they could fight against it. The camp was demolished via the beast's dirtied hooves, with countless cats being crushed, injured, and killed. Its eyes glowed an angry red. It seemed the beast only had intentions to kill.

After what felt like moons, the great tusked mammoth grew tired, and its eyes faded back to their more gentle brown. The creature seemed… confused. It didn’t seem to know how it ended up in the camp. It roared before stomping off, leaving a trail of purple flowers in its wake.

Many cats were killed. Many cats were lost in the chaos. Moonlit Paw, and Crow Kit, Wind Star’s two daughters fled to the moors in a desperate attempt to survive the attacks. No one knows where they went, or if they are even alive.

🌑

Chapter 2: Infestation, will be split into four parts —

Infestation I:

Beads of purple begin to decorate the territory as the drift fades into its colder months. Star Clan is completely silent. No one can speak to the stars. Cats are acting worried, but normal.

Infestation II:

Stalks of purple flowers bloom in camp, the sawbones begin to examine them, testing and tasting to see if they could be used for any medicinal properties. They find out that the flowers are poisonous & being in the vicinity of them can cause aggression, confusion, and volatility. Alpine Clan tries to remove them, but it seems they just grow back faster. Cats have begun to hallucinate, claiming they can speak to the “stars”.

Infestation III:

The clan has descended into shambles. The flowers continue to bloom, infesting the trees and thistles around the camp as well. Birds have begun to die from them, and it seems not even the snow can eliminate them. Cats claim they are closer to the stars than ever. They have begun worshiping a cat called ████, and have begun to shun all non-believers. Non-believers seem to be completely healthy, even when surrounded by the plants. Alpine Clan is at an all time low.

Infestation IV:

Alpine Clan is introduced to their salvation.

—

If you’re interested in applying, feel free to DM this account and I’ll send you a form!

🪻

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ignite-stars · 2 years

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sicarius 2, azriel

summary, ( HOSAB SPOILERS! ) being best friends with bryce quinlan can be a pain in the ass, but you both truly hit rock bottom when you fell through worlds.

author’s note, reader is fem, and an elemental fae in this fic, fire and ice. also, if az is a little ooc in this, it’s because i’m still learning how to write his character. this isn’t exactly how hosab was written, but oh well. ( AGAIN, HOSAB SPOILERS! )

A curled punch to the gut, knocking the wind out from your lungs. The stinging of poison against the roof of your mouth, burning as you swallow. The ache of charred flesh after over exerting your body and it’s power. The cold lurch of ice jumping in your veins, consuming your mind and thoughts whole.

You’d always thought meeting your mate; the one person in existence who was your ultimate equal, would be exhilarating, a moment that would forever etch into your mind. The stories your grandmother had told you as a little girl warped your mind, the myth of meeting your meet could either be your happily ever after, or your ruination. Always the optimist as a little girl, you never let yourself believe in the latter.

And now, laying limp on the floor, with a newfound soul tied to yours, the same male who just also happened to be holding a blade to your throat, ready to slice your jugular ear-to-ear.

Bryce screamed in horror at the scent of your blood beading around the emanating knife. “Please! We’re looking for Aidas!”

You already knew by the savage look in the demon’s eyes that he was going to kill you, and deep down, some part of you wished he would. You could hear Hunt’s excruciating cries for help, and Ruhn’s angered battle cries and felt anguished guilt stab you straight in your immortal heart.

How many had to die for the world to be free? Your whole life, you belonged to someone else. The Asteri, the Legion, the Archangels— Sandriel and Micah. And sure, your keepers may be dead and gone, but your hands were still dirty with their blood and the others they made you slaughter for your own survival.

And the Asteri still kept you on a tight leash, pinpointing your every move. No matter how far you ran, or how well you hid, you were not your own.

You could hear Danika now, and if you don’t get the fuck up, you never will be.

“Wait,” your brain was scrambled as you switched to the only other dialect you knew. A lesser known, abandoned Fae language. The Archangels had made you memorize most of it before your eighteenth birthday, as a part of your occupation.

And some part of it reached him, as he faltered— hands loosening from your neck, signaling that he was willing to listen. You continued, “we need help, we need Aidas.” You kept it short, being that he still kept you in a firm chokehold, and he was pressing his weight into you now.

“Who the fuck is Aidas?” He snarled in the Fae language. His hazel eyes still searching yours for truth. He was protective over his lands, shaking with rage.

Snaking your hands over his scarred ones, squeezing to indicate he was hurting you. You pleaded now. “Prince Aidas of Hel.”

His body heaved as he panted, he watched your face contort with sorrow. He blatantly ignored the bond singing between the two of you, and let up. He removed his hands from your windpipe, but still straddled you.

After glancing between you and Bryce, he sighed deeply. You watched as he dug into the pocket of his fighting leathers, and pulled out a slip of cloth. A blindfold. The fuck.

After pushing up from his place on top of you, he stalked over to where Bryce was standing. “Get up,” he demanded, though Bryce only squinted at him in confusion.

Impatiently, the male gestured from you to her, insinuating for you to translate. You sighed, eyes softening when you faced your best friend. “Stand up, Bryce.”

Bryce wasted no time in scrambling from her knees to her feet, shaking heavily.

You watched as he took the cloth and wrapped it around her eyes before knotting it at the back of her head, beneath her wine-colored ponytail.

He shot a glare your way, presumably the only chance you were going to be given before he forced you up himself. His attitude nearly caused you to send him a vulgar gesture, but you weren’t that immature. Not in these circumstances, anyways.

He guided Bryce over to where you stood, grunting every time she shifted in a way he found untrustworthy, despite her being utterly defenseless; void of her weapons and sight.

When the pair was close enough, Bryce leaned into you, finding comfort in the heat radiating from your body— partially from your magic, and partially from the scuffle you’d just been in.

You jolted when the same scarred hand that had been wrapped around your throat slithered around your eyes. Your back met a muscled chest as the demon muttered, “keep your eyes shut.” You didn’t miss the silent warning of or I will dispose of you.

One moment you were in the midst of the grassy lands with the small river running along its coast, Bryce curled into your side. And the next, you felt as though you were teleporting once again. The floor opened up beneath your feet, and you were falling.

Falling.

He held you firmly, arms behind your back as your feet finally collided with the ground. Tiles, you could tell— despite the scarred hands blocking your vision.

A few scuffs of boots against the floor sounded before your ass met the chair, warm welcome from the shadow demon— your mate. You swallowed deeply and shoved the bond further from you, almost like it stung.

“You try anything, and I’ll put you out of your godsdamned misery myself.” The demon growled, and you felt your arms slowly bound to the arm rest of the iron chair. Not ropes, as such silly material wouldn’t hold you— but darkness. It swiveled up your wrists and forearms in a warning manner.

You, ever the wise, sat silently in the seat while the demon barked orders between you and Bryce.

He was waiting for something— or someone, you realized. This demon, however lethal, was not a leader. He worked beneath someone. Otherwise, you and Bryce would’ve been dead on his command.

That fact alone gave you an advantage; relief.

But that relief was short-lived as sets of rumbling footsteps entered the room that didn’t belong to simply one demon, but multiple.

Males and Females, all stares pinned on you and Bryce— who was equally as confused beside you, bound in her own chair.

One female sat poised in the corner of the room, light brown hair braided back into a tight updo that resembled a crown. There was a resting, permanent scowl etched onto her wolfish features as she watched you carefully. Beside her was a bulky male, dark, shoulder-length hair. He was not as unpleasant as the female, but his blank face still revealed nothing.

Then was the short female leaning against the doorframe, sleek hair cut just below her chin, and eyes that of a viper. She was ready to sink her teeth into you and Bryce at any given moment. The thought caused your lip to curl back in disgust.

The final female in view was much gentler, a similar shade of light brown hair as the first female and blue-gray eyes that of the same cast. She wore a sweater much too big for herself, and her hands were covered in a mix of paint and whorls of tattoos in endless patterns.

But none were as powerful as the male that sat in a manspread in the chair just before you and Bryce. Violet eyes that ignited with danger and the scent of night-chilled cedar. He was the male in charge, you could tell by the sour scent of power and confidence dripping off of him.

Bryce was the one to break the thick silence, “We’ve been trying to ask him, but he doesn’t understand. Is this Hel? We need to see Prince Aidas.”

The male of Night turned to his companions and mumbled something in a language you did not understand. Seemingly their common tongue.

Bryce writhed in her chair, impatient and rightfully so. She spoke in a language you barely knew. Not the one you had used with your mate, but in the ancient language of the Starborn. With your specific. . . trade, you were granted the opportunity to learn many languages from the Asteri— this being one of them. The wine-haired Fae repeated, “Is this world Hel? We need to see Prince Aidas.”

You narrowed your eyes as the viper-eyed female staggered back as if she’d taken a bolt of Hunt’s lightening straight to the heart. Her attention flew to the Starsword then, which had been strapped to Bryce’s back prior to your capture.

The female shifted to your mate, and jutted her chin in approval. Your mate obliged at the silent command, unsheathing the blade before drawing a knife out of his thigh holster— the one that had been held to your throat.

You hadn’t given it a good once-over then, but now— You snarled, “What the fuck?” The dagger began to glow with a dim light as it was laid next to Bryce’s sword.

Twins.

Twin Blades.

“Gwydion,” the dark-haired female whispered. She seemed oddly intrigued. Good, perhaps she’d decide to spare you, then. Or at least Bryce.

“Is this Hel?” You managed out in the Starborn language. And you tried to hide a wince when Bryce looked at you with shock evident in her gaze.

“No one has spoken that language in this world for fifteen thousand years.” The dark-haired female crossed her arms, this time also speaking in the Starborn language. “I do not know who Aidas is.”

“Apollion, then,” you gritted out. “The Princes of Hel aren’t unheard of, in our realm.”

Her voice was smooth like old wine, “I do not know of such people. This world is not Hel.”

It was Bryce who rambled, “Then where are we? What is this world?”

Before the female could answer anymore of Bryce’s questions, the male with violet eyes replied with feline grace, “We know of no Aidas, here.”

Bryce’s attention finally landed on the male, and as she studied him, the question tumbled from her lips. “Ruhn?”

You faltered, eyes softening as realization hit you like the weight of the world. The male did have resemblance to Bryce’s half-brother, only two features that differed.The first being that Ruhn kept his hair long on one side— buzzed on the other, this male had short hair, left slightly longer on the top then the sides. The second was that this male also had a glorious set of leathery demon wings.

The Starsword and your mate’s dagger still were alight as they sat on the table not far from your reach. As no one answered her, Bryce began to plead again, “Our world, Midgard, it’s in grave danger. My mate, he— We didn’t mean to come here, we meant to go to Hel. To get aid from the Princes. But we don’t know what this world is. Or how to find Hel. We need your help.”

You prayed to whatever gods listening that they were a decent lot of people. Because if they weren’t, both you and Bryce were utterly fucked.

The dark-haired female clicked her tongue, translating everything Bryce had said. As the group registered what Bryce revealed, the female with tattoos covering her skin spoke in a language you could not comprehend.

But the female who spoke Starborn translated to you and Bryce, “She wants to know your names.”

Bryce swallowed from beside you, “My name is Bryce Quinlan.”

You begrudgingly introduced yourself directly after her, not in the mood to meet the cool feel of your mate’s blade once more. And he looked happy to give you a taste at any given moment. In the heat of the moment, you imagined how good he’d look with your knife impaled in his heart. You know you’d be rather delighted.

The male of Night leaned forward in his seat, cutting you loose from your violent thoughts. He looked bemused at your temper. “Hello, my name is Rhysand.”

#rhysand acotar #acotar #azriel acotar #cassian acotar #azriel x reader #bryce quinlan #crescent city #feyre archeron

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chaos-cousins · 11 months

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[OOC edit:

PLEASE DO NOT SPOIL POKEMON VIOLET FOR ME. I HAVE NOT BEATEN THE GAME. THIS WILL BE A LIVE REACTION OF SORTS.]

[Introduction Post]

Hello, I'm Ren Amamiya, Wildcard, and my life is a nightmare. I'm either almost 17 or 24, depending on how you count time loop years. I keep getting thrown into other worlds with my cousins Elena and Hibiya, including this world. I like coffee and cats.

Also, Ene sometimes shows up and messes with my phone.

Hi!

We are currently in Paldea.

Current Team:

Zorro the Meowscarada

Forneus the Paldean Clodsire

William the Pawmo

Carmen the Salazzle

Hereward the Ogerpon

Johanna the Miraidon (Not battling)

[OOC INFO DOWN BELOW]

Hi there! My friends are making Pokeblogs so I thought I would make one too! But this isn't your average Pokeblog, instead it's from my crossover extravaganza from hell! Here's what you need to know:

Ren Amamiya/Joker (Persona 5), Elena Amamiya (Star Twinkle Precure), and Hibiya Amamiya (Kagerou Project) are cousins and have been isekaied into various worlds that I love. Meanwhile, their friends have been trapped in a time loop that resets two weeks after the Amamiyas end their adventure in whatever world they've become isekaied in. Luckily, the Amamiyas have their phones and csn communicate with their friends back in their world, as well as friends from the previous worlds they've visited!

For the purposes of this blog, the timeline is as follows: Xenoblade 1 > Xenoblade 2 > Chrono Trigger > Earthbound > Breath of the Wild > Persona 3 FES > Persona 4 > Persona 3 Portable FeMC > Yokai Watch > Pokemon Platinum > Pokémon Shield > Pokémon Legends Arceus > Too Many Types Emerald > Pokémon Violet (Where the blog is currently)

Okay miscellaneous stuff:

This blog is run by Ren Amamiya, who has been through a NG+ time loop separate from this one and frankly is done with time travel.

Hibiya Amamiya is no longer 11, he's 13 because I only found out he was 11 a couple months ago and I think it's funnier if he stays 13.

Also, the mod is a minor. I also have arachnophobia, so please do not reblog my posts or send me asks with pictures of spiders in them (spider Pokémon like joltik and spinarak are fine)

Here's an archive of the Sinnoh teams!

Ren: Jack Frost the Empoleon, Izanagi the Luxray, Lucy the Gardevior, Cerberus the Houndoom, Andras the Chatot, and Arsène the Lucario.

Hibiya: Turters the Torterra, Pepper the Staraptor, Ace the Rapidash, Dart the Toxicroak, and Echo the Bronzong.

Elena: Blaze the Infernape, Usagi the Lopunny, Rosa the Roselia, and Frostbite the Sneasel.

Dawn: Bubbles the Empoleon, Menace the Golbat, Shelly the Gastrodon, Stella the Togetic, and Princess the Giratina.

+Legion the Spiritomb

Here's an archive of the Galar teams!

Me: Seiten Taisei the Rillaboom, Raoul the Thievul, Apsaras the Gastrodon, Futsunushi the Bisharp, Kelpie the Grapploct, King Frost the Mr. Rime, Genbu the Wartortle, and Kamui the Urshifu.

Hibiya: Aqua the Inteleon, Heilos the Growlithe, Pegasus the Rapidash, and Mammoth the Piloswine, Joule the Morpeko, Dusty the Mudsdale, and Spyro the Charmander.

Elena: Amber the Cinderace, Ringo the Appletun, Quake the Excadrill, Prism the Mantine, Fuji the Abomasnow, and Misty the Spritzee.

Here's an archive of the Hisui Teams!

Ren: Satan the Samurott, Lucifer the Luxray, Loki the Purugly, Helel the Hisuian Sneasler, Black Frost the Magmortar, and Pixie the Hisuan Zoroark.

Hibiya: Apollo the Decidueye, Geo the Golem, Matrix the Porygon-Z, Polar the Walrein, Sparks the Raichu, and Nightshade the Gengar.

Elena: Cyndi the Typhlosian, Honey the Combee, Vee the Glaceon, Gooey the Goodra, Vides the Tangrowth, and Clef the Clefable.

Akari: Borb the Decidueye, Bnnuy the Lopunny, Floof the Hisuian Arcanine, and Chomps the Garchomp.

Here's an archive of the Hoenn Teams! [Note: Elena, May's, and Hibiya's teams are incomplete because I cannot keep coming up with teams. From this point forward, only Ren's team will be listed.]

Ren: Mandrake the Meganium, Mot the Sandslash, Bicorn the Kingdra, Orobas the Galarian Rapidash, Bugs the Shedinja, and Trumpeter the Absol

Elena: Fuego the Delphox, Snips the Kingler, Cherry the Jumpluff,

Hibiya: Poseidon the Primarina, Anubis the Lucario, Slash the Zangoose

May: Foxy the Delphox, Stuffy the Bewear, Blobby the Ditto

#ooc #pokeblog intro #unreality #ren amamiya #rotomblr #pokemon rp

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storytime-with-dr-wylde · 9 months

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Iron hold citadel

(OOC: @aromantic-reaper @v-the-worker-drone hope you didn't eat recently)

You really want to hear another CDD story, huh? Aright, just don't say I didn't warn you. Buckle up, because I will not withhold details this time. Now let's see here...

*leans back and closes his eyes as he recalls the memories, then opens them and begins the story*

TRIGGER WARNING: (Off-Tumblr) mass death, gore - so much gore, war

The cleanup of Iron-Hold Citadel was brutal, backbreaking work. You thought the CDD mission where I met Asmodeus was bad? This was way worse. To give you a sense of scale, the Siege of Iron-Hold Citadel - the battle that we were now cleaning up from - is where the term "bloodbath" was coined.

This was one of the biggest and bloodiest battles of the entire war. Millions lost their lives that day. We - the CDD crew - were in wading boots, up to our ankles in blood and viscera as we searched for survivors. The stench was so overpowering we had to wear gas masks. At first we were filled with grief as we saw the corpses of our friends amongst the rot, but after a while we became desensitized and numb. Many of us entered a kind of monotonous trance as we lugged body after body to the burning pits. The miasma of death sank deep into our bones and any exposed flesh was stained red from all the gore.

The worst part wasn't the intact bodies, though. It was the blood-sludge. Blood-sludge is this viscous mass of gore composed of blood, bile, flesh, bone, and entrails. You don't walk on top of that like you would snow - no, we had to wade through it like a macabre bog of death. In certain places the sludge reached up to our waists. On multiple occasions a member of the crew got stuck and had to be dug out with shovels.

Worst part about wading through blood-sludge is trying to get out. Like deep mud, trying to lift your foot - or any part of your body - out of it once it's submerged creates this vacuum-sealed pocket that sucks you back down, often even deeper into the sludge. At least one guy ended up buried up to his neck in the putrid stuff, and we had to use shovels, mattocks, and even a grub hoe or two to dig him out.

Even the Infernal Legion helped out with the clean up. Looking down to the base of the mountain and you could see one of Demogorgon's generals and her crew gathering the fallen for their own funerals. Before you ask, yes. This was the same general that took over Demogorgon's branch of the Legion after his death, and still controls it to this day, but that's a story for another day.

#storytime with dr. wylde #murder drones rp #the fell war #siege of iron-hold citadel #CDD #sad/dark story warning #tw death mention #cw: gore #tw war

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sol-consort · 3 months

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Good morning commander.

Was curious about your preferred squad mates, class and what weapons you've been enjoying.

Also, how are you.

You're so sweet!! Thank you so much for asking <333 you made me really happy. The chance to talk about this game more is everything I want!!

And I'm not very well but I appreciate you asking, I hope you're doing well enough anon. If not then it's alright, I promise you're not alone and it will pass.

ME1

First playthrough, I tried to mix it and take everyone around equally. I did mostly end up bringing Tali and liara around because I thought they were pretty.

Started on vetran difficulty.

Infiltrator class, tried Vanguard and didn't like it, so I switched to this one. I like the sniper playstyle and used the spectre weapon. Tried hammer first and enjoyed it, but I wanted to learn better my aim, and hammer was too forgiving for that so I switcted.

The hunt for colossus armour was...painful- took many reloads but when I finally did it, it was so worth it. I didn't know much about powers and they looked intmidating so I avoided using them, but I still appreciated whenever my teamates used stasis.

It paid off, especially in ng+ when I had every colossus X armour for all teamates except Tali. I did end up taking Ashley everywhere during that playthrough and occasionally switching the second teammate since I planned on sacrificing her on virmire.

Tried hardcore in ng+, was fun but I was trying to speedrun things bc I messed up the Kaidan romance so I lowered it back to vetran.

First game Shep looked so adorable my god, I do miss the scar. I picked war hero background and headcanoned that it was the results of Elysium. Oh and earthborn too. Makes sense to have a gaint face scar while running around in gangs.

ME2

The ammo introduction helped ease me into the powers and I liked the cloaking mechanic because of its dmg boost. Still used sniper.

Cryo ammo team upgrade so the other two people get it, then I switch my weapon to either Heavy Disrupter or Tungsten.

X-98f Widow. I was kinda disappointed in how I got very few sniper choices and instead had to relay on separate upgrades, but oh well.

Cain was a stable always, the main goat in so many different scenarios I can't even begin. Especially OP in the grunt loyalty mission for the thrasher maw. Can't wait to try it in insanity.

For the armour, I didn't relay on them much. Most dmg came from seperate upgrades so i only wore whatever looked the best. I did have the helmet separation mod. The blood dragon was my favourite for a while tho! Mainly for its look.

I preferred whatever armor gave me more spare ammo since it meant the more enemies I could one shot with a sniper if I get a headshot, make every bullet count yk? And reloading was so tedious and didn't time well with my cloaking cooldown.

The N7 shadow armour looked amazing, second place is N7 Demolisher armour, and third Garmr heavy assault armour but that one might be modded and not vanilla, not sure.

I only worried about extra dmg or more ammo, everything else was ignored.

Kept same difficulty.

Thane, Mordin and Grunt were my favourite to take with me because of their dialogue. I did take Thane and Garrus with me to form a sniper trio a couple times, it was hilarious just 3 campers sitting behind covers on their cushy seats.

Only of Garrus stopped fucking switching his weapon every 5 seconds.

After getting legion, he became a constant, I even revisited old locations just to see if he has anything new to say.

Second game Shep was def more cunty, the bold eyelashes. Cerberus probably removed the scar :(

I left the surgery scars to heal on their own, but they eventually disappeared bc of my choices. I tried going more renegade to bring them back, but it became too OOC.

ME3

I haven't progressed much but so far, I'm really happy with the weapon options! So many new snipers and the power levels charts are back instead of annoying seperate upgrades hell yeah!

Plus, we get add-ons, which are very nice. I'm using the Black Widow, satisfying heavy shots, my beloved. Still picking armour based on looks but most of them look bad so- yeah.

I do use modded armour tho! Some are really pretty, especially the modded Ashley one. Anything that boosts power cooldown and headshot dmg for me is a winner.

It's a cycle of, cloak to get 40% dmg, shoot, reload, cloak to get 40% dmg, shoot, reload. And the cooldown matches perfectly with the black widow reloading so there is very little waiting. I can get my 40% bonus back on immediately after reloading.

Also I don't take any other weapons so the recharge speed bonus stays around a 100%. That's why I relay on incinerate when I run out of ammo since I don't have a pistol.

I noticed the focus on mele and I'm glad they are getting more attention, they deserve it tbh. I'm comfortable using powers now and I still do the same cryo bullets teamwide trick then switch to my own ammo.

I'm taking Javik everywhere! I love Javik, I will die for Javik, I will kill for Javik. Please ask me to kill for Javik, Please please please-

By third game I grew very comfortable with mods and added whatever ones I could find.

This is how it's going so far. I don't use tech or powers for dmg so I ignore them. Incinerate is there for when I run out of ammo since it does surprisingly decent dmg.

Using the thermal upgrade that lets you see enemies through fog, smoke and walls. Comes in handy when lining up the shot as they emerge from their cover or when they throw a smoke grenade. Still toying with the second upgrade choice but the enhancer one that slows down time for a bit seems good for now.

I tried my best to make a pretty Shepard and fix the mess the third game did to character creation, a lot of Shepard's face is adjusted bones and morphs through the save file editor.

You have to consider that this is what I started with

Eyelids clipping constantly through my eyes.

And this is after the bone and morph adjusts

I think I have decent aim now! I wanna replay the whole trilogy on insanity eventually, that's if Andromeda doesn't go on sale anytime soon. I'm still playing through the third and taking my time, this game is so fun.

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[OOC]

At some point over the last 6 or so years, I have written some spiel or other about my main RP characters on their respective blogs. They were focused on answering the questions ‘How did this character come about?’ and ‘What was the inspiration behind them?’

I never went in depth about this one aside from a more self-indulgent than usual gush about her when I finally completed the druid class hall campaign during Legion. Back then, I said that she’d never become an RP main. She hadn’t been a content main since early MoP.

Like many players who are bringing their druid characters back for the 10.2 patch, I suppose I have resumed picking her up to play the game again. But since earlier this year, I have also started to take her IC again after many years, and give her another chance at actual RP.

I have been RPing for a solid 12+years at this point. I can count on one hand the number of times I have actually taken Nara out to interact with other player characters. This was always at the request of people I knew. My mage was the first character I RPed, but my druid was The Prime. Nara’enil was my character when I started playing WoW.

There are a few reasons I never focused on her for RP. One was that I loved my blood elves and I had a lot of meaningful RP on them. Time was a luxury that I did not have to focus on a totally different character in a different community. When I decided to explore a different avenue of RP with my RP friends, we turned to troll, and Nara became a Darkspear druid.

I didn’t commit to Alliance side RP until late Legion to BfA. The years preceding that were entirely spent on Horde, whichever characters I chose to RP, and I had (and still have, even if shelved) a plethora in my roster. The troll became a tauren, and finally in Legion, she returned to being a night elf once more.

I never felt I needed an RP community or other RPers to be able to tell Nara’enil’s story. The scant few times I’ve taken her IC have always been for other people. Each time I’ve changed her concept a little, just to make her more lore correct and to fit in with the other PCs’ stories. The sad thing was that they never progressed at all.

Though I’ve taken her IC more times this year than I did over the previous 12, I didn’t feel comfortable. It was, as I look back in retrospect, due to my changing a significant part of her personal backstory yet again to suit someone else’s character. After that character’s RPer decided to change that without consulting me - something that I was upset over - I surprisingly felt better reinstating that which I removed, and she felt whole again as a concept. It was as if this was what she was supposed to be, and not a someone that could be tweaked according to other people’s whims.

I went into detail before when I mused on the truth behind the characters I mained in my RP history, but they could all be summarised in this answer to a question in the guild I am in on another character:

‘What is your self analysis on why you RP what you RP?’

My answer:

I have a variety of chars over the years and are mostly a result, consciously or subconsciously, of:

1. Lack of bloody control of my real life things like WORK and STUPID PEOPLE (thanks NHS). So my first OC that I actually rped was a belf magistrix who TAKES ZERO SHITS and will tell it like it is. Like House MD.

2. My being chronically low key or at times high key unhappy IRL so I made characters who are easy going and live/let live. For eg, my orc warrior who is exactly like that. Simple life simple goals, like slaughtering quillboar and evil asshats, and then going home and looking after her wolf.

Most of my chars are some variation of these two for balance. Can’t rp a moody char all the time so I need to balance it out with a chill one.

3. Atypical paladin archetypes, born from a goddman desire to do some damn good for people, regardless of the circumstances and how goddamn HARD it is. (Thanks NHS). Also a way to explore the ways you can have a purpose in life that’s not associated with reverence or belief in anything “divine”.

RPing these archetypes came at a time when I needed to process my own healing journey from depression and all the Emotional Baggage that came with it. I think these have been my favourite chars looking at my record. There’s always some aspect or other creeping into non paladin chars of mine.

What is interesting is that over the years, the types of characters I played also slowly progressed in this manner, from the aloof and serious, to the more laid back, to attempts to find a light in the darkness and the hope to carry on through the worst moments of my life.

I play two characters concurrently now. My gnome mage does not have an RP blog but she is my go to for IC interactions as she belongs in a guild. She is also the chill character to balance out Nara’enil, whom I have had some RP only with people I know, because I still haven’t been comfortable interacting with the rest of the community.

As I quietly processed the aftermath of the latest retcon, I slowly understood why Nara’enil took shape the way she did, and settled into the character she is: I want to explore what it is like to sit with sadness. Without the stoic heroism of trying to battle it with staunch belief or principle or inner strength, like I did with my paladin characters.

ACT is something that has done more world of good for me than anything else in my healing journey. It’s not always possible to soldier on and force yourself to carry the beacon of hope. Because if you’re always trying not to feel the sadness, then the sadness will always be there chasing you. Sometimes you just need to stop running away and sit down with it. Feel it without indulging it - instead be curious about it.

And then you let it go.

Grief is an emotion that cannot be pushed away at will. It is something that needs to be felt in all of its stages. Whether they come in the classic textbook manner, or whether they come all at once or completely out of order. No two people grieve the same, but everyone needs to feel it and go through it in order to move on.

Ultimately, grief is a form of love. If there is no love lost, then grief would not exist in the first place. The analogy of it being a ball in a box is perfectly true in describing its imperfect nature. How the pain of it is triggered by that one button in the box whenever the ball strikes it, and the pain intensity doesn’t diminish - it’s the ball that grows smaller with time, support, and love both from other people as well as from yourself. It grows smaller with healing.

Sitting and feeling awful emotions. Acknowledging them. Understanding where they come from and why. These are things that are part of an ongoing journey of healing. Sometimes you end up pushing people away and choosing to be alone. Sometimes it’s learning that not everyone grows with you. Sometimes it’s learning that you are not alone and that there are people who do love you and are there for you. Sometimes it’s the process of learning all or one or some of these hard truths. Sometimes it’s learning that you’re not the person you used to be, and you have to discover who that is after a lifetime of being someone else.

At this stage, after so many years of RP, I have come full circle in realising that sometimes the best stories don’t always have to come in collaboration with others. Sometimes the best stories are the ones that you tell on your own, because they are just as precious and significant to you, even if they are not for anyone else including those whom you collaborated with. That’s important too, no?

#ooc #about nara'enil #rp things

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"So Legionnaire," Lu begins, shuffling her feet, "I heard the Imperator thing didn't work out. Sorry to hear it.

But uh, what kinds of improvements to the Legions do you plan on working on now? If you still are I mean."

Gaius blinks in surprise--very few have shown interest in his plans or priorities now that he's accepted the circumstances he's finding himself in. After a moment, he coughs to clear his throat.

"To be honest, I'm not entirely certain. There are still initiatives I can try to push and get traction behind. The biggest idea, currently, is to form a network for gladia, so that there's more..." he pauses, and reaches into his desk before pulling out a pad of paper covered in scribbles. "A network that prevents gladia from falling through the cracks, you understand? A socialized program to help those who can't or otherwise don't want to find a new warband find other opportunities. If I can work out a more concrete idea, I want to bring it to Imperator Kindleshot."

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He's developing the idea of a social worker, but of course there needs to be an actual system in place for that to work. The idea is that he recognizes the individualized needs of gladia and while many admit the current treatment is generally awful and harsh, he wants to establish a means to actively destigmatize the term and allow those who need help to get it. Installing more infrastructure to the system that's already there around gladia (because we know charr are big on record-keeping, they just. need to do stuff with those records lmao), and such.

Alternatively, he's doing a bottom-up approach to his ideas he wanted to look at if he made Imperator.

#gw2 oc #gw2 #charr oc #charr commander #Gaius Horncleaver #horncleaver asks

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ash-trash · 20 days

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2, 10, 30, 32 for Chill!

Thank you for asking! Going through these questions was nostalgic in a way, though it does make me realize just how long it's been since Chill was active, and how little of the details I remember. I hope that's not disappointing to you, but I appreciate the opportunity to explore those memories. :)

(And hey, if any former Chill are out there, hit me up, I'd love to reconnect!)

2. How and when was the warband formed?

Oooof, I don't actually remember the IC info on this one! It was definitely formed pre-treaty, and was intended to patrol the Shiverpeaks, but I don't remember if it was originally a Fahrar 'band or something made later in life! It definitely saw a lot of rotating cast, unfortunately, due to the nature of their work ;w;

10. How many members are in the warband?

Chill fluctuated in members throughout its career, dipping down as low as two, but it usually averaged around 8-9 members. At the time of its OOC-dissolution as a guild, it had... I want to say 7 members?

Partly the nature of its work lending itself to long missions, Chill often found itself fairly fragmented, with small groups off on smaller tangents, meaning that while the core group may have been on the smaller side, the total number may have been a bit larger.

30. Did the warband follow Bangar into Dominion and Frost Legion, or did they stay with the United Legions?

Chill, as a guild, dissolved far before this plotline, so I don't have an official answer, but given their strong Blood legion allegiance and general sentiments, I think it's very likely that they would have followed Bangar into the Dominion. I'd wager that several members would have gone Frosty, either out of lust for power, loyalty to Bangar, or simply for the irony of it.

32. What’s the warband up to, currently?

Ooof. Chill, as an RP guild, dissolved many many moons ago, and its members have since moved on to other ventures. So this is a lot of speculation on my part, but it's fun to prognosticate at times.

I'd say it's very likely that a lot of its members followed Bangar into the Dominion, and perhaps Frost, and likely died during the Charr Civil War. I think that some would have survived, and their fate is... well, we don't really know because ANet hasn't given us any information on that. Perhaps the Frosty ones went all grey and shriveled up and died, or perhaps they're finding ways to keep going.

Given my druthers, I'd say that the ones that went Dominion, Frosty or not, stuck together, and if allowed, would return to the Shiverpeaks. I think they'd want to continue their patrols there, for the safety of the Charr, even if that ideal led them astray.

I'm sure there were some that went rogue, and broke away from the Warband to stay with the United Legions. Hopefully they're living happier lives now, probably away from the Shiverpeaks, using their skills for something else. I think that if they knew that Chill was back out there, they know that a reunion would be bloody, and not in a good way.

At least for the character I can speak to, Alcmene Chillhorn... personally, I don't really think about her current situation - she's still sort of frozen in time, alas. But I figure she'd be loyal to a fault, follow Vyneera and Chill with Bangar, and probably die tragically during the Civil War. If she somehow survived, she'd stick with Vyneera and go where she goes, but if she was left alone... there'd be a lot of soul-searching. A lot of questioning, and survivor guilt, and pushing herself. If she makes it through that, I think she'd grow from it a lot, not always in healthy ways. She'd stick with the Shiverpeaks, using her skills and knowledge to help others, whether that's guiding travelers, finding lost caravans, putting down threats...

#Chill Warband #Alcmene Chillhorn

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firekick · 2 years

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getting ready to start watching the mk9 cutscenes pray for me

#WE ARE LEGION FOR WE ARE MANY. ooc.#its two hours so i can just do that tonight before bed #i am so afraid! liu fucken dies and i cant wait to get sad abt it GDHSHDFH

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tlatia-the-radiant · 5 months

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The Thunderhawk's engines whined as the turbines wound down and the bulky craft settled onto the deck of the hangar. The blue-and-white of the Ultramarines stood out like a spot of grey monochrome in the multicolored mass of fighters, bombers, and transports.

With the customary hiss of a pressurized environment-seal releasing, letting air and all the contaminants it carried flow freely in and out, the ramp of the Thunderhawk dropped and the squad of Astartes within became the first Angels of the Emperor to look upon the Dawn Legion for nearly ten thousand years.

The squad was immediately struck with a sense of chronal dissonance. The entirety of the hangar seemed to have been plucked from the Twenty-Ninth Millennium, the apex of the Great Crusade, and placed into the Fortieth with needle-nosed pliers and the precision of a veteran craftsman. Astartes wearing Mark-IV Maximus and Mark-V Heresy Power Armor, as well as many more apparent Neophytes wearing mere Carapace Armor, watched the squad disembark. They looked almost like knights of old; shining in lustrous armor that felt brighter than the gear worn by the Ultramarines somehow. Their blue, jade-green, and orange had a depth that the Ultramarines lacked.

A squadron of more heavily-armored Marines made their way to the front of the crowd, hands on their boltors. Each Ultramarine tried to resist the urge to crane their necks and check the heraldry on their shoulders.

"Squad leader?" the lead mystery-Marine demanded as their squad came to a halt before the Ultramarines. The red-helmeted Sergeant of the Ultramarine team stepped forwards.

"Sergeant Scipio Albanus, Ultramarines Chapter."

"Seventh Captain Laura Corzaida, Dawn Legion. We have received your message. Come."

The Ultramarines looked to one another, then followed the squad of Dawn Legionaries forwards.

They immediately departed the hangar, moving through tight hallways filled with light. As they moved further into the ship, the Ultramarines began to notice more and more non-Astartes; some adults, some children, of both genders.

"Are those... servants?" Sergeant Scipio finally asked.

"Refugees," Captain Laura replied.

"Why in the Emperor's name would you take refugees aboard a military ship?"

"Because the alternative was to leave them on a disabled vessel or a destroyed world," the Captain replied pointedly.

"Sergeant, perhaps it would not be wise to press the issue," Brother Aurelus warned over the Ultramarine's internal vox-link. The Sergeant, wisely, shut his mouth as the squad came to an arched doorway, guarded by the only suits of Terminator armor the Ultramarines had seen since landing.

With a great, resounding click, the doors unlocked, and the Ultramarines crossed the threshold into light.

It was said that each of the Emperor's twenty children inherited a single one of His gifts. Vulkan, His immortality; the Lion, His swordsmanship and valour; Roboute, His analytical mind. The Primarch on the throne before the Ultramarines had inherited His radiance. Their armor shone magnificently, gleaming in the light, as if grime retreated at their mere presence. It hurt to look at them.

Instinctively, the Ultramarines knelt. A wave of unease rippled across them, like the ancient Knight-Commander Jenetia Krole was standing in their midst.

"Who have you brought me, Captain?" the Primarch asked, voice high and resonant.

"Primarch Tlatia, Eleventh Child of the Emperor, I bring before you Sergeant Scipio Albanus, of the Ultramarines Chapter."

"Ah, the representatives sent by my brother." Tlatia leaned forwards on her throne. "Tell me, Ultramarine—what have you been sent to me for?"

"A request, my Lady, from Lord Commander Guilliman. The Imperium struggles. He requests your presence in the Tarinda System, so that he may speak with you face-to-face."

"I see." Tlatia leaned back. "I suppose I had better see what my brother is up to..."

OOC A/N: This took so much longer than it needed to take, but it's done now!

@askrobouteguilliman40k this is what all those vague asks were leading up to :)

#chronicles of the lost legion

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