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skrittkicking · 2 months

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oc introduction: iovitus rainbreak

TLDR: iovitus rainbreak is a 28 year old ex-blood legion soldier turned gladium following a traumatic event that left them without a warband and resulted in their expulsion from the legions. nowadays, they live with their older, also ex-blood cousin – gratta rainsunder, played by @rytlockdripstone – and are trying their best to move on from their past, but really, they’re just ignoring it and calling it an improvement

content warning: death, verbal abuse, bullying, ableism, drug use, mild torture, suicidal ideation

word count: 3049

born to two blood legion charr in a futile attempt to fix their failing relationship, iovitus was the second cub of lia windwalker (dame) and silas firekeep (sire). they had an older sister, eudocia, who died in infancy due to an unknown genetic illness. they were healthy for their early life and were sent to the fahrar when they came of age – things would quickly turn there, however, as a young iovitus soon fell into an intense illness – the same genetic one that had taken their sister, years before. it seemed to have sat dormant for a while, but the unfamiliar environment of the fahrar sprung it on. during their time spent in the hospital, iovitus would be visited by their mother whenever possible, though her visits were far and few between. she just wanted to see to it that her only remaining cub would survive – silas had been killed just a few months prior in a skirmish, so there would be no third chance. iovitus would survive this, but it left them permanently immunocompromised and threw off their hormonal balance, rendering them much smaller and scrawnier than their peers, and the young charr would never quite grow out of it.

once strong enough to get back into the fahrar, iovitus had fallen quite behind their peers and had to work hard to catch up, all the while enduring relentless bullying for their comparatively scraggly stature and somewhat delayed social skills. to cope with this, iovitus eagerly seeks to prove themselves to their peers, taking on more and more dangerous dares and doing incredibly stupid things that a cub of their age should not be doing. in this time, though, they do make one true friend. he’s a year their senior, but the two grow very close, though doesn’t do much to protect them from the bullying at the hands of the cubs. in spite of this, however, iovitus continues to seek out validation from people who don’t have their best interest in mind, and this most certainly comes back to bite them in the ass. at one point around the age of six or seven, iovitus and a few other cubs sneak out of the fahrar’s grounds and explore the surrounding area; sometime during this, iovitus is either pushed into or falls into (they can’t really remember which) a ventilation shaft and breaks their right leg at the ankle. ouch! due to the nature of the breakage, it’s determined that the best course of action is amputation below the knee, so, goodbye leg.

after spending some more time in the hospital to recover, iovitus is thrown back into the fahrar and continues their studies to the best of their ability, though they now have to walk with a mobility aid. no accommodations are given to them by their no-nonsense primus, tullia wildrush, which iovitus sees as some sort of punishment for their misbehavior, and begins to harbor a dislike for her authority, which will only continue to grow as time goes on. in actuality, tullia is attempting (for better or for worse) to push iovitus harder, knowing that if they do survive to adulthood, their opponents on the battlefield will actively target their newfound disability. the bullying they’d endured previously stalled briefly as the cubs had been harshly punished for their behavior by tullia, but it slowly fell back into where it was before – if not worse. before, iovitus might’ve been lightly pushed around, but now the cubs had something they could physically take from them: their walking cane. this continued till they were 10, when things shifted drastically: iovitus got into a physical fight with a girl who’d taken their cane and refused to give it back, pushing her down onto the ground and hitting her till she was still. oh. oops! after this incident, iovitus would be given a proper prosthetic limb by the primus, and the bullying died down – though it didn’t quite come to a complete halt, it was marginally less severe than it’d been previously. iovitus was never properly punished for the death of the other cub by their hands.

time passes, and iovitus continues to train hard in the fahrar, doing exceedingly well with both the longbow and throwing axes. as they shift into a teenager and are enveloped in the throes of puberty™, they go through what could be called a rebellious phase, purposefully going against what their primus says just for the fun of it – it earns them something of a respect amongst their peers, and iovitus relishes in that feeling, doubling down on their misbehavior. they also begin whatever the fuck the tyrian equivalent of hrt is, deepening their voice and earning them a neat little row of spines down the back of their neck, amongst other things. it’s only taken temporarily, as iovitus is satisfied with what they get out of it and don’t feel the need to continue. iovitus acquires a lot of piercings during this angsty bout of teenagehood. it is also during this time that they are introduced to the realm of illegal substances, doing whatever fun little hard drugs they can get their paws on. it never becomes an addiction, however, and iovitus is still keen to do well in the fahrar, despite everything. additionally, their close friend comes out to them as a trans woman, taking on the name cassia. she seems much happier afterwards, and the two blossom into a couple. win for the gays!

soon after, the two of them graduate from the fahrar – cassia, despite being a year older than iovitus, stayed behind an extra year so the two of them could graduate together. rather than forming their own warband, however, they are invited to join the rain warband, as the both of them were amongst some of the best combatants in their year’s crop. iovitus took on the surname rainbreak, and cassia, rainsong. the rain warband was a spec-ops unit, operating as a sort of jack of all trades, doing whatever was needed of them – which usually meant killing what needed to be killed, interrogations, search and destroy/rescue missions, et cetera. all was well for a period of time, and cassia was quickly promoted to second-in-command, despite her young age. her prowess with the blade was incredible, as were her quick problem-solving capabilities and general badassery. iovitus also fell out of their drug usage during this period, though still did so recreationally whenever there wasn’t much to be done. things were good for a while, but they didn’t last long, thanks to the brewing conflict between the legions. wartime was fast approaching.

due to the nature of their warband, iovitus was spared from ever having to fight directly on the front lines, but that does not mean they are out of harms way; the rain warband is constantly moving from area to area, securing different zones, conducting quiet cullings, extracting information where they can, and doing whatever was needed of them without asking any questions. cassia was promoted to legionnaire after her predecessor was killed in a run-in with some flame legion soldiers. life went on and it kind of sucked because war sucks! iovitus gained a few cool new scars, so on and so forth. in the brief downtime that they have, iovitus and cassia talk about what kind of a life they’d like to live together when everything’s said and done. eventually, 2 members of the ‘band would be killed in an escort mission gone awry, leaving only 6 members alive. still reeling from the death of their previous legionnaire, this would hurt – but it was nothing in comparison to the event that would perspire in just a short few weeks time, so close to the end of the civil war.

responding to a distress call from a nearby allied warband, the rain warband would find themselves locked in combat with a much larger, well-prepared set of flame legion soldiers. the warband they had been responding to were all already dead, so any attempt at rescue was out of the question. overwhelmed and underprepared, iovitus’ bandmates slowly fell till it was just them and cassia left – the flame legion warband had taken a few hits too, however, with a generous number of their bandmates dying. exhausted and grieving their fallen bandmates, iovitus and cassia are captured by the flame legion soldiers – rather than just killing them outright, however, they are tied up and beaten half to death in a futile attempt to squeeze any information out of them. being a spec-ops unit, however, they don’t really have access to anything they’d find useful, leaving the flame warband dissatisfied. there was no point in keeping the two of them alive, so they make the easy decision to just cut their throats and be done with it. cassia is first, and iovitus can do nothing but sit and watch as she bleeds out in front of them, coughing and sputtering, choking on her own blood. it’s an image that’s permanently burned into their head, and they watch the life slowly disappear from her eyes.

its their turn now, but just as the blade is put to their throat, their impending execution is interrupted by another blood legion warband – the tremble warband, who’d come to their aid, also having received the distress call from earlier. too little, too late. they are able to find and cull the remaining flame legion soldiers and rescue iovitus, but iovitus is, naturally, very upset. they’d just lost their entire warband in the span of a few hours and their partner – a staggering amount of grief overtakes them, and they’re not thinking properly. iovitus begs the tremble warband to kill them and be done with it – they reason that there’d be no witnesses to know what truly happened, and iovitus’ death could just be attributed to the fallen flame legion warband. the tremble warband refuses, obviously, no matter how much iovitus pleads for them to change their minds and reconsider. if they’re not going to kill them that easily, maybe iovitus can give them a proper reason to take them out. without any inclination as to what they’re doing, iovitus lashes out against their fellow blood legion soldiers, striking true with their axes – they manage to kill three before they’re knocked down onto the ground and hit hard enough to fall unconscious. iovitus wasn’t given what they desired – the release of death. they tried their hardest, though, having taken down the legionnaire and two bandmates.

following this, iovitus was brought to the blood legion homelands where they were put on trial for treason. iovitus didn’t care to fight the case, admitting guilt, hoping they’d be thrown into and die in some sort of gladiatorial combat. for whatever reason, however, the newfound legionnaire of the tremble warband, omiros tremblecut, decides to withdraw his case, instead allowing for iovitus to live freely as a gladium, much to the dismay of his bandmates. they are still found guilty of treason, though, and are expelled from the blood legion. at the time, iovitus did not know why the legionnaire did this. if they were in the place of the tremble warband, they knew that they’d certainly press for a painful death. iovitus knows now, though: the life of a gladium is a difficult one, ridden with grief, constantly followed by the things that they have done, knowing they can never return. there is no second chance; word of their crimes would spread, and even if iovitus was permitted back into the blood legion for whatever reason, they’d never find a warband willing to take them. it was a sentence worse than death, in a way.

leaving with nothing but the clothes on their back and a (stolen) raptor, iovitus wanders tyria for a few weeks, surviving off what little money they have on them. they don’t know what to do with themselves – it’s a brand new, unfamiliar, and quite terrifying world, and they have to navigate it all by themselves. part of them hungers for an easy death, but iovitus is too much of a coward to actually do anything. eventually, their funds run dry, and iovitus takes on a few odd jobs to get by. they purposefully pick and choose jobs that are dangerous, like mercenary work, hoping they’ll have an unlucky accident and end up dead. despite their best efforts, however, it doesn’t happen, and time slowly goes on. during this time, iovitus develops a fear towards other charr, avoiding them to the best of their ability – really, they avoid most social interaction in general, only talking to people when they absolutely have to. they’re also technically homeless, sort of just camping out in the woods when not actively enrolled in a job. life is miserable. iovitus takes out most of their piercings and begins smoking more regularly – it’s an easy distraction from their thoughts. they know it’s bad for them, but they do it anyways. maybe on purpose. since their expulsion, iovitus has actively worked to distance themselves from their charr heritage, taking on a more passive approach to life, and harboring a distaste for violence.

at some point, iovitus picks up a job as a ranch hand, and discovers a previously unknown love for and skill with animals. iovitus takes comfort in them – sure, they have their raptor, but she wasn’t something iovitus really thought too hard about before. she was just kind of there. from here on out, iovitus begins to take on more and more work that deals with animal care and studies, slowly making a name for themselves in the community. the gladium begins to do their own simple research on genetics on the side, though they’re never confident enough to post anything they find. it’s all kept to themselves. time passes, and iovitus continues to work, pushing aside any thoughts of their past and pretending their heritage is nonexistent. they gain a few new companions along the way – first is meatball, an undead, underbaked minion of zhaitan who is too small to really do any actual harm. he’s free from the control of zhaitan, and sort of just acts like a bitchy cat most of the time. then, the aptly-named meathead, a smokescale whom iovitus rescued in maguuma after he’d broken his leg. meathead is trained in combat, and acts as iovitus’ companion. their most recently acquired little beasty is a griffon. he’s gifted to them as an egg by one of their coworkers, and though iovitus is hesitant to take him at first, they concede, raising him from a hatchling. he’s named W.P., and don’t ask what it stands for, because iovitus will never tell.

as much as iovitus loves their animal companions, they are getting more and more lonely – it’s been a few years now. they are more social with their coworkers now than they were before, but don’t form any real meaningful relationships – most jobs are just a one-off thing, and iovitus loses contact with anyone they work with after they’re done. they crave the comfort of a warband – or, really, just anyone in general. the thought of another romantic relationship is overwhelmingly painful for iovitus to even consider. iovitus isn’t really sure where to start looking for companions. they don’t really like the limited feeling of living in a city – besides, the kind of work that they do requires them to move from place to place constantly. living in the woods also means iovitus has all the space to do whatever the hell they want and they don’t have to worry about neighbors or anything. it's fun! sort of. they do have to worry about bears and stuff, though, but that’s manageable.

as terrifying as the prospect is, iovitus begins to look into their own family heritage, tracking down bloodlines and listing out all of their still-living relatives. charr don’t particularly care for their families, but iovitus doesn’t know where else to look – and they’re already not a very traditional charr, anyways. they have no siblings, so that’s out of the question. most of their aunts and uncles have been dead for a while, but iovitus’ mother is still around, as are a handful of cousins. well. it’s better than nothing, they suppose. it takes months of them building up the courage, but iovitus sends out a bundle of letters to any relatives they deem worth it, hoping they are unaware of their status as a gladium or don’t really care too much. most of them don’t respond, but iovitus does get two letters back – one from their mother, a harshly-worded response calling them a slew of insults and a blemish on their bloodline. ouch! thanks, ma. the other is from an older cousin – legionnaire gratta flashshot of the flash warband. she’s unaware of the things iovitus has done, but knows of their gladium ranking. she doesn’t seem bothered by it, and the two grow close, spending more and more time with each other as time goes on. iovitus seems happier. are they? uhhh lol

gratta sort of moves in with iovitus, and eventually she leaves the legions altogether to live with them full time, all while iovitus continues to work – though at a much slower pace than they had been doing previously. they also spend more time in the human city of divinity’s reach, having made a couple of friends due to gratta’s unintentional influence. they have yet to connect with any charr outside of gratta in any meaningful way, still put off by the thought. iovitus also doesn’t really talk about their past unless prompted to, but there’s some things they haven’t told anyone – and they’d like to keep it that way. the thought of their friends – and, primarily, gratta – finding out of their crimes and wrongdoings terrifies them. so they’ll just bury it deep inside of them, and that’s that. it’s not healthy, but iovitus pretends it is. recently, iovitus has learned of their cousin’s occupation as a rift hunter, and are worried for her. it’s dangerous work, and she’s been doing it for a while. iovitus would much rather be doing it with her, to ensure she doesn’t get herself killed. they just don’t really know how to ask. oh, yeah, they also smoke a shit ton of weed, i guess

and that's where things stand currently! who knows what's in store for this kitty cat! wow i sure hope nothing bad happens to them!

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quintiliusheartripper · 1 year

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⏳ for quint as well as vytt and kytt >:3

"my mother got rid of me a week after i was born" quint laughs at this "she had me in secret...didnt want anyone to know she had a child with a gladium. She always was narcissistic. So with that, my earliest memories are of the fahrar and other cubs didnt like me because i got some preferential treatment and softer punishments sometimes thanks to the primus having known me since i was new born and not even able to eat meat yet when i was put in their hands. With that i grew up with a warband that took me in reluctantly because the primus told them to" he leans back as he thinks about it, rolling a ring on his fingers "not that it mattered when i became 8 years old"

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"If you couldnt tell I was born sick" vytt shuffled the cards and dealed "but that is obvious with how thin i am" he smiles as he looks at his cards "but since you asked about my past its a key thing to know about me...especially when you know how charr culture is like towards whatever is perceived as weak. I was ash legion, as my dame was, and while that thinness was sometimes useful the other cubs wanted to see when id finally expire. They would even try to make it happen themselves. " You both show your hand, vytt wins. "I was particularly close to my dame, honestly. She was one of the two people who were kind to me and she would for years after sending me to the fahrar come and see me. She would give me new pets with my interest in animals whenever she was back from missions. But one day she just stopped coming to my fahrar as she got busier and busier..." He dealt another hand "im sure Id be a different man if she hadnt abandoned me"

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"oh yeah me and vytt were childhood friends" kytt let out smoke from his mouth, looking at his cigar "we were the two little runts. Vytt was...well look st him! I can hold his waist in my palms! And i sucked at using weapons, sucked at making anything, was shit at being sneaky, and bad at remembering how poisons were made. Pure and simple i was the garbage in that years fahrar and all the cubs made sure i knew" his hand snakes onto your thigh "but vytt...vytt always defended me. Always watched out for me. I made sure to be by his side and be the one to hold him when he realized his dame wasn't coming back. " He licks his lips and puts the cigar to his lips"and now he stays by my side no matter what i do"

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fredgolds · 2 years

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so recently my brother texted me a picture of gwendolen christie in armour with wings captioned "that weird book series you like is gonna be a netflix show". i almost lost my mind thinking i was getting a netflix kttk show bc she looked exactly like dame primus in that costume. however it was for sandman, which i do like but now kind of resent for getting the kind of adaption kttk deserves

GOD the absolute rollercoaster of this……… i am looking at the kttk film rights i am looking directly at them

#anonymous #answered

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feathercritter · 4 years

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From 2015 - I was just going to post this as part of a sketch dump but was encouraged to just go ahead and post it on its own - Just on the odd chance there's any Keys to the Kingdom fans out there, here's The Will when it took the form of a roach that one time x) Or for people who like roaches I guess. Thanks again to those who sponsored uploads on Ko-Fi!

#keys to the kingdom #the will #dame primus #the architect #cockroach #insect #fanart #doodles

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jkl-fff · 7 years

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Some headcanons for my favorite characters from "The Keys to the Kingdom" series by Garth Nix.

For the record, I blame @tysonoffire for my involvement in this. This is all his fault. All of it. I did not go seeking a new obsession; he gave it to me, like a virus. A really, really entertaining virus.

Arthur Penhaligon: He never wanted to be a protagonist, but damn it all if he doesn't intend to do the job right! Small and kinda scrawny (he is 13ish and sickly from asthma, after all), with red hair, light freckling, and greenish eyes. Has resting so-done-with-this-shit face; needs and deserves a nap more than anyone in all of the Universe … but will not get one any time soon. A brave, little trooper saddled with fixing everyone else’s mistakes. Needs a hug ... preferably from Fred.

Quotes describing him: Do Re Me So Fa King Done With You. Do you ever wonder what your life would be like if that one thing hadn’t happened? Today, I saw a boy so beautiful I cried. Since I don’t know when the middle of my life will be, I’ve decided simply to have an ongoing crisis. We really gotta stop having these “I’m gonna get stabbed if I stay here any longer” type parties.

Fred Gold: Like a 13-year-old Finn from Star Wars TFA (played by the incomparable John Boyega), but with striking golden eyes. Carries a saber. A brave, literal trooper—he’s still drafted in two different and mutually opposing armies—trying to keep Arthur alive. Wants to give Arthur a hug (and a kiss), but is too shy to do so. Is the only person in all of creation who gets to call Arthur by the nickname “Ray”, but only does so when they’re alone.

Quotes describing him: BROTP? Oh, totally. Best bros. Bros for life. Bros MARRIED for life. Bros who make out all the time. Bros who confessed their feelings for each other on a summer night in a field of tall grass. There were fireflies. I’m five-and-a-half ounces of whoop-ass!

Obviously, I ship Arthur and Fred. Arthur acts differently around him than he does for anyone else in the series, and it is adorable.

Suzy Turquoise Blue: A puckish pixie of a girl (13ish) with olive skin and turquoise-blue hair. Probably has several knives (and some silver knuckles … and purloined angel wings … and watercress sandwiches) tucked away in her coats. Considers Arthur her best friend, and would kick Death itself in the nards for him.

Quotes describing her: It is very important that I am both cute and powerful. Why am I covered in glitter? Well, why aren’t YOU covered in glitter?

Leaf (no last name given, probably something like McCullen): Also 13ish, but calm and cool and collected … except when she isn’t. Has dark, curly hair and a decent tan at this point. Knows how to sail, and how to bury her feelings deep down until she can make someone pay for them— which are both very useful skills for a modern young lady. Has become good friends with Arthur, though she isn’t exactly sure how and when that happened, what with all the running and the screaming.

Quotes describing her: Obviously, last night’s theme was “Let’s Make Bad Life Choices”. My biggest tip to anyone is to fake confidence until it’s real.

Dame Primus: Looks like Beyoncé, but over seven feet tall, and with platinum hair, lipstick, and eyeliner-eyeshadow. Has absolutely zero chill, and is the bossest ass bitch in creation— she is here to get stuff done, motherfuckers! If she were to hit you, you would thank her. Make that “when she hits you, you will thank her”. Has some OCD, and definitely has her own agenda … with literally 6,000 points on it arranged alphabetically.

Quotes describing her: Honey, I don’t cut bitches; I’ve got people who cut bitches for me. I don’t want to look pretty. I want to look otherworldly and vaguely threatening.

Monday’s Dusk: Like Collin Firth in his prime (i.e. as Mister Darcy), with a literally silver tongue, and wings, and a sword made of fire. To look upon him is to desire him.

Second Mate Sunscorch: Like the Pirate from Sponge Bob both physically and personality-wise, but actually a competent captain and combatant. Good friend, bad card player.

Dr. Scamandros: Like Mako Iwamatsu, but with animated sailor tattoos which move about his body (in Harry Potter fashion). And sorcerous knowhow, despite never receiving his degree, and a desire to prove that the degree isn't what's important. Also probably has a hip flask of "magic elixir" … which is actually filled with an endless gin martini.

Captain Tom Shelvocke, aka “The Mariner”: A grizzled old sea captain (literally put “old sea captain” into google, and you’ll find what he looks like) with a soft spot for kids especially ones who rebel against tyrannical authority. Hates albatrosses almost as much as tyrannical authorities. Was born wearing a turtleneck. Always has a pipe, but doesn’t actually smoke. Possesses a magical harpoon that can kill anything. Probably literally married to the sea.

#headcanon #keys to the kingdom #kttk #garth nix #Arthur Penhaligon #fred gold #Suzy Turquoise Blue #Dame Primus #Leaf #quotes #cute boys #shipping #ships #relationship #frienship #ship #friends #boyfriend #piper's children

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lesbianalanwake · 5 years

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gwendoline christie is top choice of course, but the lady in this stock image is also an acceptable dame primus

#the keys to the kingdom #the energies....#me seeing a silver-haired woman of ambiguous age next to an animal: dame primus???#f: the keys to the kingdom #c: the architect #*posts

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aprildiamond9 · 3 years

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the will/dame primus is a girlboss. no I will not be elaborating

#i don't really remember books 5-7 but i have the ominous feeling this post is gonna come back to haunt me #k2tk #keys to the kingdom

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bandstolookup · 2 years

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the academic

tom odell

seryn

calla

the howls

st. ange

the great book of john

atlas genius

the boxer rebellion

the careful ones

oh sees

lcd soundsystem

babe youth

the honey trees

family of the year

electric light orchestra

mouchette

piers faccini

champion

victor!

jagged edge

ryan adams

sarah jaffe

french for rabbits

8mm

the jumpers

the gulps

bare traps

bugeye

10 gauge

edgar road

arcane militia

shea rafferty

dr schwamp

wicked splinters

leontas

panic island

two year break

hvmm

ryuketsu blizzard

death remains

better than never

healthy junkies

reigning days

autopilot

desperate measures

tim muddiman and the strange

iamwarface

kris barras

reverted

the kut

rival karma

sophie & the giants

riverchild

dame jean

the bongo club

loom

scattered trees

imaginary war

foe

gin blossoms

joshua michael robinson

my gold mask

the skinny boys

belasco

mirror travel

the tralf

apes

the autumns

lynn ready

fictionist

field report

escondido

gossling

dark dark dark

the sugarplastic

paul thomas saunders

the crashtones

frank sinatra

crocodiles

satellite sky

generationals

the muddiman and the strange

iamwarface

kris barras

valley

reverted

man the lifeboats

death valley knights

talia dean

the muffin heads

at the sun

toffees

single by sunday

lupus-dei

brightlightcity

berries

sisteray

the luka state

jeremy zucker

on an on

DEAN

reigning sound

o terno

blaenavon

guards

the rising souls

damn dice

longy

the black roses

witchingseason

hollowstar

naked six

charlie manning

kid kapachi

heavy lungs

L sicario

flavour nurse

this year's ghost

mitzi

weekend recovery

cavalcade

black sixteen

bexatron

the ha'pennies

beware of darkness

my jerusalem

jason russo

jenn grant

phox

the nucc

zz ward

cherry pools

nina

the growl

dz deathrays

blackchords

victory

electric valentine

the mary onettes

stumbleine

alice boman

milesmore

gold & youth

natalie taylor

jenn cristy

andy shauf

anders & kendall

big deal

starcrawler

trollech

in the am

detsörgsekälf

immortal

2 pac

Robert Johnson

barcelona

Taurus / spirit (idk which is band n which is album)

king push

ice age

carpenter brut

snail mail

asap ferg

goldlink

what so not

flight facilities

sabrina claudio

soffi tukker

3lau

dvbbs

sam feldt

weshly arms

fletcher

morgan saint

graves

brasstracks

o wildly

n.e.r.d.

justice

galantis

frances forever

santigold

blood orange

wolfmother

cashmere cat

gramatik

lizzo

ravyn lenae

hinds

mt. joy

amy shark

chet porter

knox fortune

harry hudson

young bombs

the dirty hooks

mike xavier

the presets

lane 8

bazzi

tribal seeds

neil frances

joe satriani

creaky boards

other garden

Huey Lewis and the news

Ray Parker jr

major lazer

grimes

ultracomputer

hong kong express

timecop1983

seawaves

le matos

tigers jaw

tool

busta rhymes

primus

lorde

wolf gang

flogging Molly

the ninjas

Mac demarco

the knife

björk

fckn bstrds

dan croll

bts

slime girls

baby metal

the strypes

alestorm

amon amarth

elohim

louis the child

whethan

tyr

village people

parliament-funkadelic

screamin jay Hawkins

Judas Priest

lifehouse

funeral suits

cartel

black kids

seahaven

the big moon

he is we

dio

avenged sevenfold

stolen babies

lordi

trollfest

sterbhaus

abbey ov thelema

green jelly

hyakkei------- okurimo

dodheimsgard

Arcturus

john fogerty

the prime movers

remy shand

the trolls

carnivore

ulver

hosannas

margot gordinier

absinthe father

arvid

habitants

the red pears

american poetry club

jen cloher

stomachine

shakey graves

she makes war

doran danoff

trevor something

camp cope

orangefarm

the black delta movement

iamtheshadow

sidney gish

sleepy

car seat headrest

phosphorescent

david j

say sue me

the flats

childish japes & dave vives

t.wi.g.

komrads

massage

pastel dream

bad bad hats

iogi

replicant

robots against children

ogre

fantom 87'

gregorio franco

dream fiend

stilz

arcis

gemmy

neon dreamer

vision

herrnia

airliner

trinity ward

dune rain

dallas campbell

vulta

shadows and mirrors

neon summers

forgotten chapters

SDH

alpha quadrant

straplocked

I tpame I tvrame

mitra mitra

retröxx

ZETA

ckk055

orestt

vantage

midnight circuitry

✝️black cat✝️

doomroar

sfx ^86

(JAPANESE)EX

steel assassin

blessed death

carbon killer

invisible city

v/a

chronoton

le matos

kerys

nightstop

rocket from the crypt

carrillion

cliche

trigger b

fayshalarts

ray diode

london toy machine

phil clarke

cheap booster rocket

mcm90

machines nodding in rhythm

saturnine

silent em

stylogirl

eric covington

sirena

pong

tribrix

zipoid p

the urban molluscs

parker tichko

carbon copy hippies

brecon beacon

alan cawthorne

gervex

Satan's host

nocturnus

spring king

Manilla road

igorrr

nekrogoblikon

travis

frightened rabbits

parade of lights

düreforsög

ved buens ende

naegleria fowleri

hatebeak

clutch

down

maudlin of the well

kayo dot

pan.thy.monium

naked city

in the woods...

sleepytime gorilla museum

crotchduster

unexpect

gire

!t.o.o.h.!

carnival in coal

lugubrum

peccatum

quest for blood with yukihiro isso

azure emote

pyrrhon

cloud tangle

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the-haunted-office · 11 months

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Thursday and Doomsday as Sir Thursday and Dame Primus from the Keys to the Kingdom AU! :3

Picrew

#the keys to the kingdom au #thursday #doomsday

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dannymultipersonaje · 3 years

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Orion Pax: Quien convive con Monstros, se convierte en uno {Semi Megop}

Me imagino a un pequeño civil enojado cuando los warframe’s, simplemente pasan por encima de el, desordenando, haciendo desastre y peleando, cuando están en la librería de Kaon.

El pequeño civil esta tan enojado que cuando Megatron viene a inspeccionar y seleccionar algunos Datapads, ve como el civil avienta su silla aun warframe de bajo grado echándolo de la biblioteca.

“No me aventaras nada a mi, ¿cierto?” “¿QU- oh... Oh primus”

Megatron y Orion Pax (El pequeño civil enojado) empiezan a entablar una linda amistad, bastante formal al principio y mas amistosa al final. Megatron sabia leer pero con esta biblioteca con información nueva, para un marco Warframe creado para la guerra, las letras mas complicadas eran un misterio, el claro entendía el código militar, pero no era un genio cuando hablabas de códigos encriptados o poéticos, sin contar que gracias a esos dotes de información descubrió la creación del Aceite. También aprendió que Orion Pax tenia una mecha corta al hablar de reglas en la biblioteca, pero que tenia un respeto a todos los seres vivos.

“Uhg... son organicos...” “Son buenas personas,... lo mas seguro”

Cuando Orion es llamado por sus superiores de regreso a Iacon, Megatron hace un golpe de estado contra Megazarak (Matando a este mismo), Orion esta impresionado por esto y antes de que cierren los caminos el hace maletas y se va a Kaon de regreso.

“Pense que te asustarías o me evitarías hacer esto” “A veces las medidas drásticas es lo que el mundo necesita, Lord Megatron”

Megatron no dudo en aceptarlo, sin importar cuando diferían algunas personas de su decisión, sin embargo Orion Pax ya era querido por Cons que iban con constancia a su biblioteca para esconderse, y no hacían bulla.

“¿Como se supone que lo conoces otra vez?” “Ese archivero era el que nos dejaba dormir en las sillas o mesas por la noche, y nos daba energon” “¿El mismo que aventó a Motormaster por la puerta de atrás?” “Bueno si, pero Motormaster estaba haciendo un escandalo”

Orion Pax era quien organizaba la información y la organizaba para juntas, también el que mantenía una estabilidad en los ‘Cons, evitando que se volvieran totalmente violentos... pero eso tambien trajo problemas cuando habia guerras con los Autobots.

“LORD MEGATRON LOS ARCHIVOS ESTAN EN ATAQUE!” “EVACUEN A TODOS DE AHI” ... “Señor, Orion Pax desiste en abandonar Los Archivos!” “DAME ESE MALDITO COMINICADOR, ORION PAX, ES UNA ORDEN, SAL DE ESE MALDITO EDIFICIO” “No hace falta Lord Megatron, los atacantes han desistido” “¿Strika? Situación” “Los Autobots han desistido y retirado” “ ¿Como?” “Llegamos justo a tiempo para defender, apenas entraron y se encuentran apagados, Lord”

Las guerras se tienen que defender a mano armada, y para el pobre archivero entendía que la mejor arma era la información.

“No puedo que creer que tu-” “Yo tampoco Lord Megatron... no, se que he hecho”

Orion Pax entro en una gran depresión despues de eso, una cosa era golpear y otra matar a alguien, Pax no lo tolero incluso con todo el apoyo que Megatron le dio, no era bastante para expiar su culpa, habia matado a sus hermanos... ¿por que?

“Entre tu y ellos Orion, prefiero saber que ellos esten muertos” “Y vaya que muertos...” “Pax...”

Apesar de que los ‘Cons aparentaban no les importaba el Archivero, casi se sentian mal al verlo desanimado. No gritaba cuando alguien hacia bulla en la biblioteca, no calla a nadie, no echaba, incluso varios ‘Cons intentaron hacerlo avivar robando Datapads en su cara, solo recibiendo una mirada apagada...

“Pax vaya a la Sala de Reuniones en la Base Sur en este momento” “ En camino General Strika”

Al llegar Pax a la base sur despues de un llamado, se sorprendio cuando no habia nadie, no habia gente por los pasillo solo los guardias vigilando puertas, cuando llego a la sala, los generales y comandantes ya estaban en una junta. Y el mismo Megatron le informo; que, tenia un ascenso, no implicaba matar, mas bien enseñar, empezaban a venir mas marcos pesados y buscadores, y muchos del primer grupo no contaban con aprendizajes básicos, leer o contar y sin los códigos se necesitaba un aprendizaje.

“¿Quieres que enseñe? ¿Para a militares?” “Oh no Archiver Pax, son mineros, granjeros y algunos guardias, y no muchos se unirán al ejercito, sin embargo su conocimiento nos seria util”

Y eso funciono, por un tiempo, distraía a Pax de lo que paso en su biblioteca, incluso le dio animos cuando alguien intentaba robar/pedir prestado de su biblioteca (que no fuera de sus aprendices, ellos no tenian la culpa de no poder leer las reglas) a gritarles. Pero lo que en definitiva hizo pasar a depresivo a enojado fue lo que contaban sus aprendices de las condiciones que los Autobots los tenian. Eso era insoportable.

“Y... Y ellos solo los tenian ahi!, con solo refigerante para regargar!” “Lo se Orion, Lo se”

Eso tambien lo llevo a ser un navegante en lo mas profundo de la internet cybertroniana, para poder saber mas, para lograr informarse, recabando información que iba directo a los lideres decepticons... y encontrar informacion no muy buena sobre decepticons verídica...

“Shockwave... no puedes hablar en serio” “Lo hago muy en serio Archiver Pax, quería pedirle recabar informacion antes de ese procedimiento de reversion”

Aunque los metodos segun Pax eran... indeseables, sabia que no habia de otra que apoyar a su faccion, a su familia, a sus aprendices, a Megatron... hablando de el. Su relacion fue en flama baja, hablando, aprendiendo, incluso el acento y escritura Kaonita de Megatron se apegaba a Orion mas que el mismo Megatron.

“...Lord Megatron, como se escribia e-” “Orion estamos en privado puedes decirme solo Megatron” “¿Bien, como se escribía “Punte”?”

Era una buena vida, enseñando, guiando, recolectando e informando, todo bien ... hasta que paso lo inimaginable.

Mientras se hacia un movimiento masivo contra la ciudadela decepticon, varios lugares fueron atacados masivamente y entre ellos fue La Gran Biblioteca de Kaon, Orion Pax se defendio, y apresar de que en la primera vez no se supo como sucedieron las cosas... todos recordaron ese dia y vieron la grabacion, Orion Pax con un Blaster y algunos de sus aprendices luchando contra soldados y soldados Autobots.

“ORION PAX SAL DE AHI AHORA” “ESO INTENTAMOS, ESCORIA, COMANDANTE AEREO VIENEN MAS”

El Comandante Aéreo de ese entonces murió al intentar salvar la biblioteca, algunos de los aprendices del Archivero sobrevivieron, pero no habia rastro de el. Megatron y la mayoria de los decepticons no guerreros perdieron la cabeza, el archivero habia sido tomado de rehén y no había forma de con la situación actual salvar a Orion. Ciclos y ciclos solares pasaron con la resistencia e infiltradores en la Guardia Elite.

Pero nada funciono, llego la noticia del espia en los autobots informo de lo que era obvio ya para algunos... Orion Pax estaba muerto, el informe aseguraba que Orion Pax habia muerto en uno delos experimentos de revision de procesador para ver porque Orion estaba con los Decepticons y asi mismo, venia un video adjunto.

“ Orion Pax, veo que estas muy sano, pasaste todos los exámenes de infecciones, hackeos y virus... pero eso nos lleva a esta sesion, estamos para ayudarte. ¿Que re hicieron los Decepticons?” “ ellos me dieron un hogar, ellos me dieron una verdad” “ ¿te das cuenta que ellos solo abusaron de ti? por lo que me dices, suena como si hubiera-” “ ellos no hiceron nada, ellos necesitaban ayuda y eso hice, comparti el conocimiento que te-” “ Calmete Orion, hablamos de mineros, pudiste freir sus cerebros si le dabas mas in-” “ ellos son iguales que nosotros nunca fre-” “ Orion Pax, óyete, ¿no estas recordando? ellos no son iguales a nosotros, sus procesadores son inferiores a los de un civil”

Esa información no se compartio de golpe, hasta asegurar la terrible noticia...

“Decepticons, recibimos una noticia, nuestro fiel compañero, Orion Pax a sido apagado por los Autobots, pero esto no nos detendra, Orion Pax penso que debiamos vivir una vida mejor que la de los Autobots no querian dar, el nos dio herramientas para poder avanzar... incluso sin el y ahora en nombre de cada hombre caido antes y despues de el, nombro este dia, el dia de los caidos, para recordar que esto, no se quedara asi”

Y no se quedo, los decepticons aprendices se unieron a las filas para vengar a su maestro, harian pagar a cada autobot por su maestro, Megatron no era diferente, habia perdido un buen amigo... alguien que pudo haber sido mas.

+Cuando los Decepticons fueron expulsados del planeta, recibieron el cuerpo de Orion Pax como un tipo de “burla” hacia ellos, el cuerpo de Orion fue guardado para enterrar en la funeraria. Varios de los sobrevivientes que aun funcionaban de Orion Pax como Lugnut (es mi teoria de porque el habla tan extravagante para su señor) decidieron seguir ciegamente a Megatron para recibir venganza.

El mito de Orion Pax se guarda con recelo entre solo los Decepticons para no mostrar nunca aquella debilidad.

#Megop #Megaop muy leve #Orion Pax en TFA #Orion Pax #Archivero/bibliotecario

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gallifreyevermore · 4 years

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@arthurpenhaligons

The Magnus archives literally feels like it was written with Garth Nix’s Keys to the Kingdom in mind.

I think the most important similarity is that Jon and Arthur’s journeys parallel each other. On one hand using the Keys makes Arthur more inhuman, stronger and over time he feels the urge to act more and more like Denizen. Jon accepting his patron also makes him more and more inhuman over time and his mindset changes over time. The more that Arthur uses the Keys the less able he is to go back to the human world because his presence becomes more inimical to mortals which is just like what’s happening with Jon.

The Trustees and the Avatars are also extremely similar. They start out as regular people and over time they become more corrupted and fall from grace. The Trustees each fall to one of the deadly sins. The Avatars start to gain characteristics of their patrons. Each Trustee has their own demesne which suit their personality and in the nightmare world the Avatars all have their own part of the Nightmare Realm. If a Trustee/Avatar is killed another one can be made.

The Piper story, though it’s a pretty common folklore tale, is in both of them. And I don’t know why, specifically, but Peter Lukas kinda reminds me of the Mariner as well.

Dame Primus and Elias Bouchard both fulfill similar roles in having ulterior motivations that involve ending the world, though they share no real similarities personality wise. Although both end up secretly killing people who they think can give the protagonist more information. For example Primus killed the Trustees that Arthur decided to spare and Elias kills Leitner. And they both turn out to be not what they claim to be and instead they are what started the whole thing in motion in first place and are both keen on Arthur/Jon becoming inhuman.

Also one of my headcanons is that the inside of the Panopticon looks like the inside of Saturday’s tower

#the magnus archives #the keys to the kingdom

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quintiliusheartripper · 4 years

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(Baos GW2 Characters part 1)

Quintilius The Heart (or Heartripper)

Born: 1298

Height: 6'3"

Coming from a long line of Ash legion Torturers since Kala’s days, his narcissistic dame was ashamed she had a cub with a gladium, hiding the pregnancy and leaving quint to a fahrar only a week after his birth. He would eventually be picked up by her again when he was only 8 and would train as she had in the field that the bloodline has worked in for decades.

Cursed to go beserk when smelling blood by his mother as she died, beliving he would turn into a flame legioner like his spy father, he lost his position in the ash legion but would be picked up by the blood legion as a soldier. He rose to the ranks quick, becoming a centurion due to his skillful tactics and the fact he made sure as many, preferably all, soldiers came back from missions. He was also known for sleeping around. A lot.

If it hadnt been for a mission he was given due to the fact he was one of the more…charismatic and lesser threatening charr he most likely would have retired as a primus or commit suicide but destiny and greater forces had something else in mind. He was assigned to be a bodygaurd and tour guide for a kodan who said he was a Voice that came to the citadel in hope for help. The two of them instantly hitting it off, quint being knowledgeable and open while Stray Cry would give affection he would never seen. Smodur would even give the voice a small warband, quints warband. This charr who slept around, drank, and even in his youth did drugs, only wanted to be loved unconditionally and he had found it with Stray Cry and his Claw of Koda Stoic Mountain.

By the present day in Guild Wars 2, Quintilius fully lives with the kodan, having retired from the legions after a traumatic event with his father and the battle to death. Quint won and had no reason left to be tied to the legions, being an outcast since he was a cub. Being Nonbinary and having fun with the bears using potions, quint has 4 cubs, each snowy white, looking like kodan, but with two sets of ears and eventually growing horns. he hopes his hands will never be forced to teach them his bloodlines work. Regardless, while it took awhile for the kodan to fully accept him and years of learning traditions and religious text, Quint is happily accepted into the sanctuary, which was thankfully lax beforehand anyway. He is called The Heart- mostly because without him the Claw and Voice would have continued to have issues reconnecting and has been a valuable member of the community.

Tryphon Mistsail

Born: 1289

Height: 10’

His mother, a blood legion soldier, dissented from the legions to become a pirate after falling in love with a human. Pregnant, she ended up having a son who would grow up on the pirate ship, taking her warband name as his last name. Untill he was a older child he loved it, he had a friend, a mute human girl, who with her parents helped make a sign language for, and had a few other friends who were also born among these ships. His life became a lot more unfortunate when he was 8 untill he was 15 when things turned around. he decided to be the captain of his own ship, telling this to his mother and the current captain. He would be scoffed at but given a small boat as long as they kept as business partners. An asura, curious about how everything would go down, ended up joining the three man ship consisting of a gigantic charr and his mute human friend. Being a gaurdian at this time and his co-captain being a necromancer, proficient with minions, they fumbled their way onto a ship carrying second born sylvari. Now tryphon has rules… They dont steal from the obvious poor, they leave civilians, and absolutely, no matter what, they do not traffick living beings. And the very fact that these asura were doing just that made him rage. He would storm the ship unexpecting such a attack from such a small group of people and he would be the one to come out alive. He still has many sylvari friends and has ties with the bank at the grove because of this.

Now days, a revenant, he goes between stealing from those participating in the mist wars, stealing from the rich and wealthy in elona, selling remade goods at cheap prices to the poor, and making Evon furious with the missing cargo.

How long will his reign as a mighty pirate last though…? when will he let his gaurd down and lose his ship and crew?

(*He has two plot versions.. one he meets Velak of @follow-the-velak after his ship is ambushed and hes the only one left alive and the other he continues pirating untill the day he dies)

Uriah Cloudpaw

Born: 1304

height: 6’

An Albino Charr with no magic… The last thing his father, a mesmer flame legion shaman wanted. His father was a ash legion soldier born in grothmar who, with his partner in crime, killed his own warband to gain power and fame within the flame legion. Issue is he kept having girls and wanted to continue his bloodline and prove he was able to be part of what he tried so hard to be. The mother of this child would be banished, working as a cleaner and a secret midwife when she could. She would eventually lose her arms for helping mothers hide and send away themselves and their children. Meanwhile uriahs father, still with no luck, would appoint Uriah to train under a builder in the flame citadel. He was taught how to weld and make flame effigies but Uriah and his peers, born into gaherons ruling and harsher attacks from the other legions started to whisper of rebellion. They wanted equality like the rest of the legions…and when the legions and humans cease fired they wanted to join back up- repent for their past travesties and unite again so they could stop being killed just for who they were born under.

Helping head the rebellion, uriah and his friends did just that days after gaheron was killed but not enough people backed them up and their rebellion was squashed…uriah being the only one left alive due to his father, though badly scarred and having three of his horns broken, as a reminder of his place. His mother would beg him to leave because if the flame legion didnt lynch him for what he did, the rest of the charr will kill them till every last one of them was dead anyway

Uriah, with his mothers help, would run away and join the pact. He was shy, feeling out of place with his dialect and only knowing how to speak tyrian but not write it he would quietly find his place as a welder due to the fact he was unafraid of heights and was quite good at his job. On his days off he would make his mother replacement arms- ones that would work better for her that he would send away with letters whenever his Fathers best friend came by the check on him. he even practiced his effigy making- trying to make them into suits similar to the asuran golems. For his father.. he had a sniper rifle being made, testing out bullets to make sure that once shot you lose your ability to use magic, even just temporarily.

Now in guild wars 2 he is in a poly relationship with the pact commander and his sylvari partner. He still welds and helps build things on the side and upon the news of his fathers best friends death he knew it was time to end his fathers life, knowing that he was one of the few shaman trying to keep the rank and order of gaherons ways. He would even be approached by crecias intelligence subordinates, his name being known for trying to do what she would succeed in the future. He would even help out in the end happy to see that some shamans had come to their senses and wished to see their daughters be treated equally too and to not be killed. Now, feeling betrayed thinking Bangar was talking about One Charr to help unite the legions again with the flame legions but instead using it to make more renegades he feels personally ashamed and angry, joining the his commander boyfriend in his fight for once.

(this is also all on my character page if you are on desktop!)

#Guild wars 2 charr #guild wars 2 screenshots #gw2 #guild wars 2 fanart #my characters #guild wars 2 oc #guild wars 2 rp #gw2rp #gw2 rp

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fredgolds · 5 years

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not to talk about kttk/w359 again but something something doing the terrible and necessary (?) work of killing one thing to save another (hilbert/art) and the singular terror of confronting the vengeful ghost of the one you couldn’t kill (lovelace/arthur)

#this isn't really a very good analogue but i'm so obsessed with hephaestus i and hephaestus ii and the messy collision of both #like IF arthur were to fall into the heart of a star only to be regurgitated as Something Else then the person who'd be waiting for him #(the person who ruined him) would probably be dame primus. but The Singular Terror Of Meeting The Vengeful Ghost #anyway. arthur as lovelace is my no1 favourite concept in all the wide world so very probably more about this in the future

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talesfromthegameff14 · 4 years

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Prompt #5: Matter of Fact

Paperwork was dull. Even with five decades of life upon her shoulders Drusa rem Soranus still found paperwork to be the most tedious part of her job. It didn’t matter that she’s old enough to be mother, if not grandmother, to some of the troops she puts out on the field, the dame still yearns to be out with them. Planning a sortie was satisfying, but nothing was as satisfying as putting a bullet through a person’s skull or testing muscle to muscle to see who was the better soldier. But, it was simply a matter of fact that there were no old soldiers, just lucky commanders. She was one of the lucky few who made it this far and the price of that? Paperwork.

Long fingers starting to show signs of age picked up piece after piece, eyes skimming over the reports that were as dull as a day on guard duty over the royal commode. That is until a name she thought to never see again caught her eyes. ‘Uyagir’, stood out as clear as day. ‘Ayanga Uyagir’, not the same but? Is it too much of a coincidence? It took a bit of doing, getting the recordings from the security cameras of the recently destroyed castrum. Eyes trained by years of experience in pulling victory out of the minutia peered at the image scavenged from the wreckage, looking for what was similar and what was not. Hair, different, but that was easily changed. Height, horns, weapon, that was all the same. She’d only seen him fight once so the movements might be the same, but they might not. He matched the description Romulus rem Sylua had left behind in his records of the young xaela he groomed so long ago. After staring at the slightly indistinct images for too long the Primus sat back in her chair with a thoughtful hmmmm. Was it the same xaela? She often wondered if the one that worked so deeply within the Doma resistance was the same one Romulus tried to bring into the fold, what Twenty? Twenty five years ago now? The reports had been perfectly formal as always, but even her younger self could read between the lines at the talent Romulus saw within the xaela. Most dismissed him as a savage, but Drusa knew better than to underestimate the ‘savages’. Often they were better soldiers than any prissy full blooded Garlean who expected the world to kneel at their feet with minimal effort. It had been disappointing when one of the brightest stars of the ones brought in from Ala Mihgo, along with his just as talented sister, disappeared at Cartaneau. Even more disappointing when it was confirmed that he turned traitor, though purging the empire of the cancer that was his parents was almost worth the loss of his talent. Almost. But, this one... This one still owed the Empire for his misdeeds. What to do with this delicious little tidbit? Snapping her fingers, Drusa grabbed a pen and paper, writing down a perfectly formal note to tuck into the package she made up. A copy of the report, a copy of the recordings, her own musings on the subject. It was all wrapped up precisely in a plain paper box and addressed to a private citizen, one Jovian fae Corvus, from someone that wasn’t herself. He’d know what it meant and once it was in his hands? It wasn’t her problem any longer. This was something best suited for those that worked in the shadows and Jovian was the best she knew at wrapping up loose ends. A wistful sigh followed, if only the rest of her paperwork could prove to be as exciting.

#ffxiv rp #OC Stories #ayanga uyagir #also Khenbish #that detail is important for this story #is the past going to come back and bite one xaela's butt?#parhaps!#Though anyone who knows me by know will understand that is a yes #time to torture the boy some more #I blame Melody's writer #Why do you ask?#Simple #She brought the Garlic back.#FFxivWrite2020

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