#era 2

[wolves333]

Papa introducing the Ghouls <3

cr:@sodosbloodyguitar

I miss those old days

Omegaaaaah!!😩

#ghost band #ghost bc #era 2 #omega ghoul #alpha ghoul #air ghoul #earth ghoul #secondo emeritus #papa terzo #papa secondo #cardinal copia #infestissumam #sodo ghoul #rain ghoul #swiss ghoul #aether ghoul #papa emeritus iv #miss you omega

[bucketocremlings]

Sazed is a hypocrite.

Good.

People constantly rail on Sazed that he is a hypocrite in Era 2. I’ve seen people get genuinely angry about him, complaining that’s not how he was in Era 1. But like, it literally makes sense that he’s a hypocrite now. His entire being is a hypocrite. Literally 100% of him seeks to keep things the same and safe, and 100% of him seeks to see things destroyed. Thats how the Shards he holds works. The intents completely contradict. So if his whole being contradicts itself, he will obviously contradict himself on smaller matters.

#mistborn #brandon sanderson #era 2 #mistborn era 2 #sazed #harmony

[razorflame45]

Secondo it’s been a hot sec I miss u bbg 🥰🥰

#ghost bc #ghost the band #the band ghost #papa ii #papa emeritus ii #secondo #papa 2 #papa emeritus secondo #papa emeritus ii fanart #era 2 #raz draws

[woodsyrain56]

Just finished the Mistborn series by Brandon Sanderson (for now) and…DAMN IT, IT HURTS MAN. He probably has one of my favorite writing styles and it almost made me cry SEVERAL times, cause I listened to it while at work and…I’m gonna start the stormlight archive saga and, yeah.

I believe this is one of my first actual posts on here so, hi

#mistborn #wax and wayne #I was so torn up at the end of era two man #brandon sanderson #damn you for writing so well /pos #like I love this series SO MUCH #can’t wait for era three #era one #era 2

[come-hormigas]

Secondo and Ghouls >:D

#nameless ghouls #ghost ghouls #ghost bc #the band ghost #ghost #papa secondo #secondo emeritus #papa emeritus ii #infestissumam #era 2 ghouls #era 2 #phone wallpaper

[namelessbutters-doodles]

Some era 2 refs because why not ^W^

#ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghost band #nameless ghouls #era 2 #infestissumam #secondo #outfit ref #tobias forge #shitghosting #papa emeritus #papa emeritus ii #ghotos #butters speaking #butter's findings

[evancordelia]

My mood rn:

Former Nameless Ghoul Alpha

#ghost #ghost bc #nameless ghouls #alpha ghoul #fire ghoul #era ii #era 2 #era 2 ghoul #infestissumam #guitar #nameless ghoul

[probablycatastrophic]

as promised, another sleep deprived cosmere theory

the Dor is a raging storm because it's all the investiture from two whole shards in the form of a kind of plasma. purified Dor, from the Lost Metal, is the Dor's investiture, and it's a nice settled liquid. Does that mean purified Dor is Devotion and Dominion fused, Harmony style?

Does this mean you could make a new Devotion/Dominion god metal? In the Lost Metal, they say they need to "key" the investiture from the Dor to different magic systems, which implies it doesn't do anything on its own, but what WOULD it do if burned allomantically without being keyed? I wonder

#cosmere #brandon sanderson #mistborn #era 2 #wax and wayne #the lost metal #elantris

[cosmererambles]

“Ms. Colms?” Marasi sighed internally, looking up from her paperwork. She was no longer “Ms. Colms”; She was Mrs. Neverfar, had been for several months. Still, it seemed people who were used to one thing took time to learn another. An aid held a note out for her; stamped and sealed in a light violet envelope. Raising an eyebrow, Marasi took it. “It arrived just a few minutes ago by post, ma’am.” The woman smiled, inclined her head, and turned to leave. Marasi looked at the note. No return address, and the strangest thing was, it was addressed using her legal name.

“A Detective Marasi Neverfar of the Elendel Constabulary, Fourth Octant.” She slit the envelope open with a letter opener, handling the paper inside delicately. She doubted this was anything sinester; it looked like something Steris might do to invite her to a gala. Regardless, old habits died hard. It wasn’t from her sister, or even a noblewoman. It was from someone far, far beyond any of them.

“Marasi,

I hope this note finds you in good health. It has been several years since we last spoke, and I hope you aren’t displeased to find that I’ve still been keeping an eye on you. Your work in the city is marvelous. If its within reason of your busy schedule, I would like to meet you for lunch this Steelday at eleven. The new bistro on 47th and 12 is wonderful, with an beautiful view out to sea. I have things I’d like to discuss with you.

-Mauve.”

Marasi read the note again. Mauve? The several hundred year old wife of the Survivor? A leader of the secret organization, the Ghostbloods? She sat there, trying to comprehend. She had declined them, years ago. They hadn’t appeared angry, per se, but she had not expected this. The tone of the letter was light hearted, even friendly.

“Well, I’m not going to renew my interest.” She thought, stuffing the letter in her purse. The constabulary was a buzz with activity, and for once, it was for something good; graduations and promotions. Two hundred new recruits were to join the constabulary, and the Fourth Octant was hosting the ceremony. Along with that, around twenty officers, male and female, were being promoted for exceptional valor and exceeding expectations. Marasi had hand picked several of them. Aids buzzed by, carrying stacks of papers that flew in all directions, others tied up in phone lines. She picked her way through the chaos, smiling at those that passed her, briefly chatting with those that initiated.

Steelday was tomorrow. Her day off. She thought for a moment as she left the precint. She couldn’t help but feel curious. She wasn’t that disturbed to find Mauve had been watching her; she had figured as much. They would want to be sure she hadn’t revealed any secrets. It had been four years since the events that had brought them together; and she hadn’t divulged anything. There had been nothing too tell. Secrets of other worlds didn’t affect Scadrial, not currently. Plus, there were other agents working in the Cosmere, agents she was aware of. The Kandra investigation was quite open to her, and she liked what she was learning.

She adjusted the strap of her purse, walking down the narrow sidewalk, avoiding puddles from afternoon rain showers, now passed, the clouds little drops of grey in the distance. She would visit Mauve. She had been so pleasant to speak with.

Her schedule demanded she awake at least somewhat early. The day dawned clear and bright; her house, a small cottage, sat on prime real estate; a little cliff overlooking the field of rebirth. Alikk lay next to her, snoring softly. She smiled fondly at him, before starting her day. She needed tea.

After a pleasant morning walk with Alikk, a light breakfast and some work on her City Beautification and Anti-Gentrification project (She’d been calling it CBAG for short, a terrible acronym, but she kept it to herself.) she set off for the new bistro Mauve had spoken of in her letter. 47th and 12th were in the seventh octant, a few miles away. She took a tram, arriving somewhat late. Walking quickly, clutching her purse before her, she stopped just before th restaurant, scoping it out. It was a cute place. She’d have to take Alikk; he could critique their pastries. Nothing about it seemed off. A wooden painted sign, hanging by rope, swayed in the breeze. She smiled, approaching, stopping as she noticed Mauve. The woman sat at a lone table overlooking the bay, sipping a fruity drink. She wore…well, she wore rugged, working clothing, her hair done up in a bun and tied around with a kerchief. Marasi only recognized her due to her lighter than average skin and hair. She pointed to the table as the hostess looked at her, and made her way in, weaving around the other tables, most of them occupied.

“Marasi. I’m glad you could make it.” Mauve looked up, smiling. Marasi smiled in turn. There was something about this woman that made you feel welcome. She appeared to be in mid to late thirties, with soft, heart shaped features. The most discerning feature of hers were her eyes and hair, both of which were pale, almost silver.

“Traffic was a nightmare.” Marasi complained, taking her seat. “I’m sorry I’m late.” Mauve waved a hand as a waiter approached with menus. Mauve held up three fingers, and the man laid down three menus before taking Marasi’s drink order. “Do you have Choc?” She asked. “We have an entire menu dedicated to the drink, Miss.” He laid down another menu, and mauve leaned over, looking at it with interest. Marasi, delighted, picked out an iced variety for the warm day. Mauve pulled the menu over, examining it. “Could you make this in a large glass? To share?” She pointed at an extravagant concoction. Marasi’s eyes widened; it was piled high with cream and sprinkles, a sparkling candle stuck in the top. “San’s the sparkler, please.” The waiter smiled. “We’ve been thinking of offering that exact thing! Surely.” He nodded to them both, stepping back and walking away. Mauve stepped back. “To…share?” Marasi asked. She liked Mauve, but not that much. Mauve chuckled. “My husband will be joining us shortly, and he has been a fan of choc for…” She tilted her head, thinking. “Over a hundred years or so now. I lost count.” Marasi’s eyes widened in shock. “Your…husband?” Mauve smiled slyly. “Yes. My husband. You know who he is.” She leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. “Marasi, there are things we want to discuss.” Marasi paled. Noticing this, Mauve spoke quickly. “This has nothing to do with our organization. Don’t worry. It has to do with what you’re doing. What you’re planning to do. It has us very interested.” “What I’m planning? You mean my works project?” The project was her baby. A massive plan renovate the slums and make the poor sections of town beautified, without gentrifying them. Too often poor sections of town were neglected, resulting in slums that no one would want to live in, but many were forced too. Her plan involved careful management of green spaces, community works, playgrounds, sports teams, and action plans to involve the local populace of each area. Steris had been wonderful getting all the details in order.

To hear that the Survivor, the center of the most followed religion in the Basin, a person with enormous gravity in the history of her planet, was interested…well. It evoked feelings she didn’t know she could feel. She looked at Mauve with wide eyes. “He’s…interested?” Mauve tapped her wrist with one finger. “We’re interested. Kell has always been one to uplift the unfortante, and your works do just that. He hates seeing slums in the city. It isn’t how it was supposed to be.”

That was true. The Lord Mistborn said that slums weren’t going to be a thing in Elendel, but they had appeared regardless. It had gotten better these days, with the invention of electricity, motor cars and job classes moving or being outgrown. The slums, however, remained.

“I’m just…stunned.” Marasi stated. Their drinks arrived. She took the glass in both hands, sipping the cold drink through a paper straw. “I thought you were angry with me.” Mauve waved a dismissive hand. “Nonesense. We value freedom of thought. We weren’t for you; it’s better you figured it out before you joined, rather trying to leave when you had learned some tender information.” Marasi thought about this, nodding.

“I’m glad you understand.” Mauve leaned in, smiling pleasantly. “Marasi, I need you to understand something. My organization, you know our tenants. You work for the first one. The protection of this planet. Your work may seem small, but even the smallest change can affect the world. We’re with you, if you need us. We can’t promise you much, only that we will support you if things get hairy.”

Another massive shock. She studied the woman before her, who cocked her head. “Ah. Hear he is. Don’t be alarmed by his appearance.” “I’ve seen him before.” Mauve smirked, looking over her shoulder. “Not like this, you haven’t.”

“Oi.” “This is a classy establishment sir.” “My wife’s sittin’ right there.” Marasi looked over, eyebrows raised. Mauve raised a hand. “Lettim’ in!” She called. Her accent had changed, adopting a lower class second octant drawl. “That’s my husband you’re rustin’ accosting! He fancy enough for this place.”

The hostess, red as a street sign, stepped back from having stopped her husband, Kelsier, at the front. He walked over, a loping, bouncing gait.

He was dressed…in street clothes. Overalls covering a clean, but worn, plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up. An eyepatch over his right eye, and a cap that hung over his head, covering the entire back side. The effect left Marasi with an unpleasant mixture of emotions.

This was man was a deity. He was the fixture of the most prominent religion on Scadrial. He had saved the world. He had toppled the Final Empire, saved Alikk’s people from extinction, had created the Bands of Mourning. And he was wearing overalls and speaking in an accent similar to Waynes. Thinking of her old friend made her heart swell in mourning for a moment, before the reality of the situation got the better of her. “Uh.” She began. “I know you.” He pointed to her. “You met my wife at the Bilming Constabulary, didn’cha?” “Uh…yes I did, Lo-.” She stopped herself, swallowing. “Call me Kell.” He sat next to Mauve, who leaned against him with casual elegance. He grinned, letting out a bark of laughter. It was completely opposite to her conversation with him four years ago.

“This is too much fun, Mauve. Why don’t we do this more often?” “Because you’re too busy and so am I. Marasi here, however, deserves our attention, if what you say you want to do is true.” He cocked his head, wrapping an arm around his wife. “Well, I do. He leaned forward, smiling deviously. “Marasi Neverfar, I’m interested in funding that project of yours, if you’d have me.”

First bit is published, but it's not finished! The second part I'll post tomorrow :)

#kelsier #mistborn #cosmere #era 2 #Marasi Colms #OCMauve #MyWriting

[papamacgod]

i think infestissumam as a song itself is really good

#the band ghost #ghost bc #papa emeritus ii #secondo #era 2 #infestissumam

[ceremonyanddevotion]

idk if these photos have been passed around, but here's Papa II and the ghouls at Utopia Records in 2014

#papa2 #ghouls #era 2

[commander-malla]

I don’t often post my sketches like these, but I’m working on the whole “Era 2” warband and wanted to give a glimpse.

This ended up a bit of a bigger project than I initially planned, but I’m still enjoying it :3

#gw2 #charr #era 2 #Ryza stonefang #eona scorchfang #Antius burntfang #Caleb ‘Seafang’ Alles #still have three more members #think I gotta fix a few feet too

[koravelliumavast]

I think my absolute FAVORITE thing about era 2 is the broadsheets. They add just a level of normalcy and also weirdness to the world. It kind of just reminds you that yeah there are people who are just living here and going around their lives. They’re not shooting guns and talking to gods and saving the world. They’re arguing about Soonie pups design and going to plays about Vin and Elend and reading about Allomancer Jak and getting a sense of heroics and adventure from his albiet played up for flair stories. It’s one of my favorite parts of era 2.

It’s very similar to the interludes in stormlight. 9 times out of ten these characters are not going to be seen again. They’re just people who are running on very little knowledge and are just trying to live in a world that is retroactively trying to kill them. They don’t have any powers or anything. They’re not necessarily trying or wanting to be heroes. Sometimes they’re researchers. Sometimes they’re children who believe they can make a difference. Sure sometimes it is very plot relevant. But the ones in the way of kings weren’t. And it’s very interesting to see the different cultures of Roshar that we wouldn’t otherwise.

The broadsheets and interludes are two things that answer a question not many other fantasy books have. What about the normal people who aren’t our main characters? What does the magical world look like to them? Not only does it help with some worldbuilding, it also just adds some fun tidbits to the world.

#something something grounded in reality almost #mistborn era 2 #cosmere #brandon sanderson #Mistborn #era 2 #wax and Wayne #no spoilers #stormlight archives #era 2 broadsheets #stormlight interludes #this might make sense idk but it does to me

[weirdwitcheryart]

#Ghostober Day 3: Undead

Featuring Secundo and the Zombie Queen

#zombie queen #infestissumam #papa emeritus ii #ghost #the band ghost #ghost bc #ghuleh #the band ghost fanart #papa 2 #nameless ghouls #papa #papa emeritus #era 2 #zombie #grucifix #tobias forge #satan #year zero #lucifer #antipope

[luckybatcreations]

ERA 2 Diamond Authority

After usurping both Scarlet and Indigo Diamonds and Black Diamond vanishing along with her subjects, Green Diamond creates the Artificial Diamonds Peach and Violet to keep their supply of gem fluid stable.

#steven universe #digital art #steven universe edit #steven universe su #steven universe oc #steven unvierse au #diamond #diamond authority #peach diamond #peach pearl #Violet Diamond #violet pearl #green diamond #green pearl #era 2 #steven universe au #su au #su au art

[daughter-of-sapph0]

Hello~ I hope you're having a nice evening!! I wanted to ask you about tumblr eras because I've seen you mention them a couple times now. I've been on tumblr for a while now actually but haven't seen anyone else refer to tumblr eras, and I was wondering if you could explain them? No worries if not!!

of course!

so, I'm probably one of a handful of people who actually uses tumblr eras. I use it as a shorthand to describe when certain events happened and the people who joined before or after those events

Era 1 is from the beginning of tumblr until dashcon. this was from 2007 to 2014 and is the longest era so far. it's notable for the creation of superwholock, the mishapocolypse, oncelercest, and more. it's the first thing people thing of when they think of classic tumblr

Era 2 is from after dashcon until the community guidelines change in late 2018 (aka the "porn ban"). this is actually when I joined (I was originally an undertale blogger). this is notable for the more popular fandoms of tumblr, and some incredibly famous posts like the bone stealing shit or John Green's cock post. it ended when the community guidelines changed to ban "female presenting nipples" and a lot of people left for twitter

Era 3 is honestly when tumblr was at its best. it's when most of the inside jokes were created (eebby deeby, horse plinko, Goncharov, etc). even though tumblr wasn't insanely popular at this time, it had a real sense of community and togetherness that can't really be said about any other websites.

Era 4 is the newest era and the one we're currently in. this was started when elon musk bought twitter and tons of people left and either rejoined tumblr or joined for the first time. this was also the same time tumblr started trying out a lot more new features like tipping, blazing, tumblr blue, and livestreams. I have no idea where tumblr will go from here. I hope that the new users can embrace tumblr's weirdness and that the staff won't introduce a bunch of useless features that kill the site. we'll just have to see.

me and some of my friends are currently making a timeline that will showcase all these eras and most important tumblr events from the start of tumblr to the modern day.

but again, the concept of tumblr eras is something I made up and isn't that widespread.

thank you for asking. I hope that makes sense.

#dostxt #asks #tumblr era #tumblr eras #Era 1 #Era 2 #Era 3 #Era 4 #tumblr timeline #tumblr history