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koiiiiijiii · 3 months

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windbreaker characters & their possible love trope (part 1)

warnings : no in general, maybe a ooc, but its my point of view, fluff

recommend : to turn on Lana Del Ray - West Coast

୭🧷✧˚. ᵎᵎ 🎀

Dom - arranged marrige. we take into account the fact that Dom is the heir of the yakuza. His father had long dreamed of the idea of uniting the two clans to expand the business, strengthen the position, and in general he was very close with the head of another clan, you know the type of male friendship when they brag about who has the coolest car and everything like that. (for about the same reason, you and Dom have an age difference of a couple of months) In general, when you were born, your fathers did not immediately decide that this would be a planned marriage, they still wanted freedom of choice for their children, but the two old men were too fascinated when you and Dom played together in the sandbox, or you two shared toys, and overall you got along great as babies. But as the years passed, interests changed, and from about 2-3 grades you began to have a "crisis in relationships", Dom were more interested in the "boyish" things, you in turn discovered the Internet and the charms of fictional characters (real footage of all of us). Therefore, your communication has gone from about infantile sympathy to childish antipathy when boys say "eeew girls, im not interested in them" and to the complete cessation of communication over the years. Well, your fathers also almost lost hope, trying to try on two fifth graders at holiday feasts, but everything ended up making faces at each other, and Dom’s first showed middle finger and yours first obscene phrases in response to him (later you both received a cradle from your parents) but the decision had already been made, and so everyone decided to just wait.

In fact, everything happened spontaneously. As it happens, girls grow faster, and there were no exceptions with you. So since you saw each other less often, Dom did not immediately recognize you, and of course refused to admit to himself that he liked you, and he decided to shove this sympathy away. A couple more years have passed, and you again super accidentally (no) met at one of your parents' clubs. This time it was your turn not to recognize Dom. And when you realized in the morning whose house you were in, you were shocked. So it tooks you two another 1-2 years to actually accept that planned things needed to be done and the idea of marriage in the first place wasn’t that bad.

Owen - forbidden love/ rivals/ competitors. While you honestly believed that your boiling hate for each other was mutual, Owen found it quite cute and intriguing how each time you trying to compete with him and how mad you get if you lose or if he jokingly flirts with you. Of course, he found you quite an interesting opponent, but you attracted him more as a girl, although it was still difficult because of your rival teams, and as Camila once told him when she noticed how he was staring at you at another training session, where he came intentionally before the rest of the Light Cavalry participants, "This won't be good for the image of our team." Usually you see him in training center, when your team finishes training, or when you wait for Light Cavalry to finish, or on the competitions and it always ends with your threatenings to his life or his bike. Of course you didn’t mean it so serious, it was kinda like tradition - he always so nice and jokes around while you all loud and screaming at him for his flirting lines.

Usually, you two never see each other somewhere in the city or on the streets, apparently you lived in different areas and everyday affairs were too different from each other, but somehow, now, almost at 11 pm, you look at each other in surprise, standing in the park, where both of you came to practice and free your heads from burdened thoughts. Owen wanted to break the awkward silence by greeting you, but you beat him to it by sternly asking “What are you doing here?” He smiled softly and running his hand through his hair, as he replied “I came here just to clear my head before sleep, shortcake. I hadn’t any intentions to interrupt you.” And looking up at you again, he smiled so sweetly, in his usual manner. You clicked irritably and went to meet him, “Then, since you're already here, let's have a race, and the loser is looking for another park, deal?” Again, she frowned so sweetly at her eyebrows, just the very seriousness - Owen thought to himself looking down at you from his height. Like all the smartest, the idea was certainly not bad, you even thought at the moment that you were about to win, because the agreed finish was already around the corner, when suddenly Owen jumped out from behind you and did a risky trick that allowed him to get ahead. But unfortunately, either out of surprise or confusion, you lost control and collapsed almost at the finish line. Your speed was decent, and your knees, shoulders and arms had a hard time now, all bleeding. Slowly rising from the ground, you felt such resentment and at the same time anger, either at yourself or at Owen. And all such a seething feeling of resentment, because of such a small mistake, to lose at the very finish, overwhelmed you with your head, and flowed out with tears from your eyes. You sat down by your fallen bike, hugged your bleeding knees and buried your forehead in them letting yourself cry. Suddenly you felt someone stroking your head and sitting down next to you, putting his hands on your shoulders. Looking up, as you expected, you saw Owen, and shrugged your shoulders and squeal at him “Get the fuck away from me! I don’t need your pity and help!” “Hey, hey, easy shortcake, im not a monster to let girl, who is also injured, be alone in park at night.” He tried to take you by the shoulders again. “I said get away!” You clearly didn’t planned to stop crying, and Owen understood that you’ll have a tantrum in a moment, so he decided to ignore your screams and pulled you closer, already hugging you completely. Of course, you didn't appreciate this gesture, you started pounding him in the chest with your fists, shouting for him to let go, for you to try again, that this time you would definitely defeat him and in general how much you dislike him. And Owen just held you tight, and let your screams and crying be drowned out in his sweater. After a couple of minutes, you were just crying into his chest while he pulled you closer, sat you down between his legs and just gently stroked your back.

When you finally calmed down and raised your tear-stained, red eyes to him, Owen gently put his hand on your cheek and quietly asked, “Well, have you calmed down? Will you let me help you now, shortcake?” taking a confused look away from him and blushing, you said, “If anyone finds out about this, you're finished, got it?” Owen laughed loudly and pulled you closer to him, and dropping his free hand on your cheek, gently kissed you.

Harry - hate/love or sunny/grumpy. Even ignoring the fact that you’ve been in the same team, he somehow never liked you. Honestly, he didnt even know the reason. You had such a bright personality, always nice to people around and guys in team,but still defended your interests and borders when it was necessary. Harry just couldn’t stand you. In his eyes you were quite ideal, he even accepted that you were kinda powerful at cycling. But most blood boiling fact about you were that Harry knew perfectly - he had a thing for you, but he decided for himself to hide it under mask of indifference and disinterest, because come on, feelings make you weak (such a men moment)

But the other thing about you that Harry absolutely couldn’t stand - is your tears. He saw it only twice, once when it was your first year with the Light Cavalry, the team came to wish you a happy birthday right at 12 a.m., and you burst into tears from the joy and sweetness of this act of attention. And the other time was when Harry himself brought you to tears, because you chewed his brains all day. He think that sometimes you have a bad habit activated, walking around and teasing him all day, offering to compete in something, and just dripping on his brain, because you probably have a pleasure to bring him to a white heat. And when he couldn't stand it one more time, he turned sharply at you and barked - "Are you a complete idiot? I think I told you to fuck off from me, leave me alone and go fuck someone else's brains out. How many times can I tell you, I don't intend to compete with someone like you," - and Harry took care to squeeze the word "like" like poison into your mind. And fortunately for him, as he convinced himself, you stopped bothering him after that time and resorted to communicating with him only in the most necessary cases. So for the first few days he liked how you avoided him, but after a week and a half of your absence from his daily life, he began to feel sad and guilty for being harsh with you... But wasn’t it your own fault!? That's right, it was your fault. But didn't he like your attention? Wasn't he warmed by the rays of your warmth?.. Damn, all these thoughts were difficult for Harry, and he did it easier - he left training earlier, stopped by the store on the way, bought a random gift that reminded him of you, went to your house and waited for you at the entrance to the house. To say less, you were shocked when you saw him near the building were you live, but decided to act all cool and just to pass by. He didn’t let you. Harry grabbed your elbow, but you tried to pull away, he turned you around to face him and grabbed your other elbow. “Let me go, you creep!!” You could feel how tears forming in your eyes. You didn’t understand why he even came here, he supposed to be in other place, he supposed to hate you, he supposed… “For the fuck sake just shut up and take it.” He handed you a gift. You were confused and looked up at him with an obvious question “why?” in your pretty eyes. Harry clicked tongue, left your elbows and started to walk away. When you softly mumbled “Thank you” he turned around and quickly closing the distance, he awkwardly hugged you. For the first few seconds you freaked out, but gave up and hugged him back and mumbled "You idiot" in his hoodie. Harry chuckled at your comment and squeezed your back harder "At least im not a crybaby as someone". He got a reminder that you can kick his knees pretty hard.

Hwangyeon - school crush. You were quite popular girl from his class - moderately smart, kind, but not enough to take advantage of your kindness, beautiful and friendly person in general. The fact that Hwang tried to get your attention by his money flex, “cool” - as he thought - actions towards other people in school, where so obvious, as the fact that he liked you. But you weren’t impressed by his shitty personality and usually you treated him coldly or mocked him about he is trying to assert himself at the expense of others. Was he mad at you for that? No, of course, he melted like butter in a hot frying pan from every second of your attention, and bragging to his boys that you two had “conversation”.

Actually his friends, everyone around and mainly Sangho were tired of Hwang’s whinings at home and he told him what to do. So here he is, standing in doors of your class begging you to help him with his english class. Since he asked you nicely and promised not to mock students as long as you help him, you agreed to tutor him for some topics that he couldn’t understand. So with time you two became a little bit closer and you even been in his place and know Hwang’s siblings. (both of them thought that he is paying you to be his friend*) In the midst of one of these preparations Hwangyeon was whining about how he didn’t understand anything and probably won’t pass this exam. You hated the fact that he was giving up fast and easy, but luckily you knew how to motivate this guy. In a second, you grabbed his cheeks with both hands, turned his head towards you and said “Listen, we’ve been preparing for this for so long and you gonna drop everything because of small misunderstanding? I already wanted to take you out for ice cream if you wrote this test better than the guy who sits behind me at school, but since you've already given up, well, I guess i’ll have to go with him instead.” you said slowly letting his cheeks go. Hwang took your hand, to let it stay on his cheek and rise his eyes up on you and with dead serious eyes muttered “If my score will be higher than 75%, we will go for that ice cream.” You smiled at him and said that it is deal.

Spoiler : his score was 68% his friends and you laughed at him for his bragging before exam, but you still took him to that ice cream shop and kissed his cheek for a good bye.

*bonus

its been quite long preparation session for english final exam before summer weekends, so you decided to continue at Hwang’s place. it wasn’t your first time visiting his place, maybe third or fourth, so his siblings already knew you, when you enter the house. you greeted everyone, warned them that you would be preparing for the exam and went to Hwang’s room. after few hours of studying you were tired of punching and shouting at your friend so you left the room for glass of juice and in the dim light of the kitchen you met Sangho with his laptop and glass of something probably alcoholic. you stare at each other for a second and you awkwardly announced that you came for pack of juice that two of you left in fridge. Sangho mumbled something softly and turned back to his laptop, when you were about to leave the room he raised his eyes from laptop again and asked in serious voice “did he pay you?”

you froze in place you were standing and on stiff legs, turning to him. “mhmm?”

“did my brother pay you to pretend to be his friend or whatever you two are?”

“n-no? he just asked me for help, t-that’s why im here!” he grunted something like okay and went back to his laptop. when door after you closed, Aria got out from behind the sofa and held out her hand to her brother. Sangho, in turn, pulled a banknote out of his pocket and gave it to his sister without a word.

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sad-hippie · 10 months

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I can't understand how anyone could look at the Storming of the Dragonpit - the greatest act of courage to ever be seen in Westeros - and despise the smallfolk for it.

The bravery, the discontentment, the hopelessness for their own future, and yet, the undying hope for the chance of liberation that would push those who suffer the most from the vicious wars for a metal chair that is meaningless, to finally say - Enough.

To risk being burned alive so that their children won't be. Knowing that the chance for failure is tremendous and nevertheless trying. Because they have to. Because enough is enough. Because no one is safe, not even their own. Because there is no other way. Because the Targaryens will always resort to this. They will always resort to Fire and Blood.

The rule of the dragons must come to an end.

And to look at the greatest act of revolution against the Iron Throne and think it anything else but justified, earned, bought and payed for with their own blood. That anyone would find it in their hearts to pity the dragons, that are nothing more than weapons of mass destruction is so contrary to the spirit of the series that I wonder if people know what they're reading/watching at all...

#storming of the dragonpit #anti targaryen #anti targ restoration #asoiaf #hotd #the shepherd #the burning knight

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day-yonniee · 11 months

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𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 | 𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖡𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖡𝗈𝗒𝗌

𝗦𝗨𝗠𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗬 - 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗁𝖾 𝗄𝗂𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗦 - 𝖥𝖾𝗆!𝖱𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋, 𝖲𝗅𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝖭𝖲𝖥𝖶, 𝖬𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗈𝗎𝗍, 𝖮𝗈𝖼!𝖶𝗂𝗇𝖽𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗋 𝖻𝗈𝗒𝗌, 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗆𝖾𝗌𝗌𝗒 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝖽 𝗐𝗋𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 .

𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘𝗦 - 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝗎𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗆𝗒 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 :𝖯

𝗢𝘄𝗲𝗻. 𝗞

He gets so clingy once he has his lips against yours, his hands all over your thighs. Feeling them up as he continues to deepen the kiss. His worries and other thoughts are thrown out of his brain. Replaced with you and only you in his mind. From the soft sounds you make to the sweet taste of your tongue. Making Owen slowly lose himself and want more of you. He practically whines when you pull away for air, the feeling of your soft pants against his lips made his body tingle with want before moving his lips back towards yours. He doesn’t need air, he just needs you and your lips pressed against him.

“𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙, 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚."

𝗩𝗶𝗻𝗻𝘆. 𝗛

He gets so passionate when his lips meet yours, pulling you into his lap to make it more comfortable for you. His hand gently holding the back of your head while his other hand places itself against your hip. His thumb rubbing against your skin as he runs his tongue against yours. He lets of a soft groan when you lightly pulled at his red locks. The overwhelming affection made his mind spin and his chest ache from the lack of air. But he only took small breaths, his lips not wanting to leave yours. Soon his hands started gripping and pulling you closer to him. Trying to fight his dark desires and go messy on you.

“𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠, 𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙧𝙖𝙯𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨."

𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆. 𝗦

Harry gets too excited when he steals a kiss, his big hands holding onto your waist. Keeping you trapped in his lap while his lips hastily move with yours. Sometimes he gets to wild and leaves you breathless. The way his tongue would dominate yours and explore like a wild man while his hand squeezed your thighs. But today you weren’t gonna give up, So you lightly nipped at his bottom lip when you felt him getting excited. The sound of his grunt made you smile, slowly pulling away to look into his charming blue eyes and big pouty face.

“No biting.”

“𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩? 𝙘'𝙢𝙤𝙣 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡, 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙞𝙩."

#wind breaker #wind breaker manhwa #wind breaker x reader #owen knight #owen knight x reader #vinny hong #Vinny x reader #wind breaker webtoon #messy writing #Harry shepherd x reader

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illustratus · 7 months

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Erminia and the Shepherds by Eugène Delacroix

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madmanwonder · 1 month

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Prompt

Fusion: Slavery: Slave Master AU & Fantasy World: Overlord AU

Overlord Arc has dealt with the rebellion against his. While most of those annoyances became Gladiator and Combat Slaves ... May and Fiona became ones that work in his castle and very close to him. Why? Because he is attracted to them and isn't afraid of admitting it to them. He would praise them as they do whatever his task is. Whether they don't like the compliments or do actually appreciate it is up to you.

"How is my favorite pair of beautiful slaves doing~ Especially to my cute sheep and my invisible maiden~?"

The dark voice of Overlord Jaune Miles Arc echoed across the room, May Merigold and Fiona Thyme flinched at the voice as they turned to look at the tall armored overlord who was looking at them with a smile on his face. But the darkness in his azure eyes made his wholesome smile twisted and cruel.

"Good...Sir/Your Excellence." Said May and Fiona, bowing slightly to the mighty form of the Dark Lord of the Four Kingdom.

They saw the lust and desire in his azure eyes. They saw the pure want, how he wanted nothing more than to make them submit to his will, make their body his plaything until they screamed his name and forsake all gods for him and for him only.

And the worst part of this...was uncertainty about how they felt about it.

#rwby #jaune arc #may marigold #fiona thyme #shipping post #shipping prompt #fusion au #fusion au prompt #fantasy world au #fantasy world au prompt #overlord au #overlord au prompt #slavery au #slavery au prompt #slave master au #slave master au prompt #rwby cloak and daggers #shepherd knight #cloaked shepherd knight

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brokentrafficknight · 3 months

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Ok, but why is Fiona Sukuna all of the sudden?

That's classified

#rwby #rwby shitpost #jaune arc #jaune arc x fiona thyme #fiona thyme #shepherd's knight

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gorillageek27 · 2 years

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Fiona:*looking at jaune* he is so big, and so dumb, and one day i'm gonna top him

#rwby #jaune arc #fiona thyme #shepherd's knight

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dialoguestetatet · 3 months

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Where do they keep your picture

Under his phone case. He has a polaroid of the two of you from the amusement park. You're holding an ugly stuffed toy that he pulled out of a claw machine, and you look so gleeful, like he got you a star from the sky.

Vinny Hong, Jai Jo, Joker, Wooin, Harry Shepherd

Classic. In his wallet. Every time he takes out his wallet to pay, he sees your smiling face in the photo from your anniversary. And every time his day gets a little better and less stressful.

Sangho Choi, June, Minu, Juwon Ryu, Monster

His lockscreen. When he has a free minute, he reaches for his phone and just looks at the photo of you feeding a street cat. His friends always tease him that he's sitting with a stupid smile, staring at the phone.

Dom Kang, Owen Knight, Ryohei, Hyeok Gwon, Juhwan Jang

masterlist

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justavulcan · 4 months

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Backgrounds With Class: Rakdos Cultist

I'll be honest: Ravnica has always fascinated me. I was a high schooler when the first set came out, and I was immediately consumed creating characters for the setting. Now that we've actually received my long-awaited crossover, I thought it would be nice to write a love letter to the setting in the form of another Backgrounds with Class series. After all: some guilds have natural class choices tied in, from a conceptual standpoint. Boros and Fighter, Izzet and Wizard, Selesnya and Druid. But guilds aren’t class-restricted, and so I wonder what it would look like if you paired every class with every guild background, even the ones that seem at odds, like Izzet and Barbarian, or Gruul and Artificer. So I thought about it, and this is what I came up with. Some character concepts for each class, and each Guildmaster's Guide to Ravnica background for each class.

Rakdos Cultist

The Rakdos Cultist Artificer is what you get when you cross a bartender with a stage pyrotechnician. Not much of a talker, he’s pursued the mixture of dangerous liquids ever since his pa brought him to bring-your-child-to-work day with him in the Izzet lab he worked. The fizz and spark of the fluids, the pop and bang of the explosives, and the screeches of dismay and inspiration sat heavy in his mind ever since, and he’s chased that high all the way from the top of a magister’s tower to the underground club where he makes sure the stage lights cast the best illumination and the pyro’s always on point.

The Rakdos Cultist Barbarian has been a fan of the circus his whole life. From when his Orzhov parents first stood enthralled on the street by the carnival’s call to when his sister walked the razor-tightrope to her own end, he has always felt a burning for life and the fleeting performance that no cold coin can cool. Now, roustabout in his free time and blade-juggler on stage, he chases his dream- to throw himself body and soul into the cult’s every move, be it stunts on stage, drinks in a dive, or a riot set to ruin neighborhoods.

The Rakdos Cultist Bard has skipped out on his parents’ legacy of kill-suiting in favor of better blades over more blades. Born for the limelight like many of the cult of Rakdos, his small stature is as much a surprise to audiences as his opponents, as is the killer-slapstick routine he’s working on. This routine, “The Bumbling Swordsman,” is an acrobatic marvel, integrating his natural athleticism and skill with the blade to make sure his co-performers meet various hilarious “accidental” ends throughout the performance and has, so far, even killed a member of the audience from sheer hilarity.

The Rakdos Cultist Cleric is walking proof that not every member of the Cult of Rakdos belongs on stage. Painfully clumsy and gifted with a total lack of a sense of humor, he instead leverages his massive frame to roustabout for his troop. Between shows, he studies tactics, convinced that Rakdos mobs shouldn’t limit themselves only to frenzied orgies of violence. This unusual focus on warfare has started getting him some attention at parties- after all, every party needs a planner to blow it up.

The Rakdos Cultist Druid has an uncanny connection with the various beasts that make themselves at home in Rakdos clubs, fight-pits, and pitfight-clubs. Capable of speaking to and guiding the many rats loyal to Rakdos himself in performance and defense of their buried territories, his ‘pets’ have earned him the honorary title of ratcatcher. That this half-ogre is a runt for his kind and has a bad back to boot matters little when a chittering carpet of filthy fur and teeth can back him up in combat.

The Rakdos Cultist Fighter never could pick between fire-breathing or axe throwing. When his troop’s leader asked him drunkenly “why choose?,” the path became clear. Now, he breathes fire without oil and blocks the other thrower’s axes with magic, the better to put death-defying stunts in his shows. Part-time enforcer, part-time performer, and part-time miner, he’s operated on minimal sleep for years, claiming the sleep-dep hallucinations and irritability only sharpen his edge and heighten his performance.

The Rakdos Cultist Monk, like many in the Cult of Rakdos, is not one to miss a party. Unlike most, though, his legendary constitution makes sobriety a daunting wall to climb- and not for lack of trying. Despite a constitution given by his demonic grandfather, he can blackout with the best of them, and his appetite for new and stranger drinks and other intoxicants is insatiable. And when the call goes out for entertainment, he’s always third to heed the call, bobbing, ducking, weaving, and knifing with the best bar brawlers in the Cult.

The Rakdos Cultist Paladin wasn’t always the proud middle-finger marauder he is today. Once he was a Boros Legionnaire, training to serve as angelic honor guard. Then everything changed when he was sent to Precinct Four for a month of border watch. In that month, he saw Gruul raiders rip through disciplined troops like a ball through pins, izzet wierds level buildings, and his fellow legionnaires ignore noncombatants in danger. It got to be that his nights unwinding at the local Rakdos clubs were the only thing that made sense, and when the rest of his squad pulled out, he stayed behind, forsaking his rank in favor of the mad hedonism of the club floor.

The Rakdos Cultist Ranger has a deceptively difficult job: taking care of the beasts for the cult’s performances. Not so easy when the beasts include horses with nightmare sires, just-barely-not-hellhounds, and rats the size of cats with the temper of wolverines. Still, she’s quick with a beastmaster’s blade and whip, and has an eye for training beasts to perform alongside her, so she might go far yet. In the meantime, she also finds herself playing crowd control when the audience tries to escape to upstage the other cultists.

The Rakdos Cultist Rogue walks the path of the blade bravo, full of tall tales and braggadocio too grand to believe- almost. In truth he is a talented swordsman, and an ambitious performer- his boasts are the show, and with a packed bar to play off of, he can claim greater and greater impossibilities- that he fought the sun, that Tin Street’s named after his family, that Isperia of the Azorious Senate is a casual ‘playmate’ of his. Of course, making such boasts in mixed company has brought him trouble before, but that’s what a quick blade and a quicker step are for.

The Rakdos Cultist Sorcerer doesn’t really know where he came from or why. Born in the Undercity and manifesting unusually scaly skin for a human, he aways assumed he was the runoff from a Simic experiment. He spent a lot of his youth running with freaks and geeks from the Rakdos’s mining operations between his own stints in the mines. It wasn’t until he was nearly an adult before the scale color came in and he realized he wasn’t a failed krasis or guardian project subject, but that he somehow ended up with high-octane dragon blood and the sorcery that came with it.

The Rakdos Cultist Warlock has always felt the thunder in her soul, like so many of her herd; unlike the rest, she is content to surround herself with drums and chase the pulse of the crowd. After lancing three of her roustabouts in a grim comedy routine Rakdos himself chuckled at, she swore to make the ringmaster laugh- and he pulled a lance from his own flesh to hand to her, mark of her promise. Now she’s a rider after his own humor, aiming to plant her charge where it can hit the hardest- a striker fit to bust a gut.

The Rakdos Cultist Wizard puts a lot of effort into only burning the right things for his performances. A fire-juggler by trade and a student of Evocation magic by fancy, he specializes in acts of pyrotechnic grace and complexity on the stage. Currently he’s thrown his lot in with a handful of like-minded souls, and they lowkey compete to see who causes the most property damage at their venues. To the winner go the nightly spoils- a new brand and a drink. He’s got four brands already, but there’s always room for one more.

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the-shotce-newsletter · 6 months

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The couple that threatens together, stays together. Also look at Soap’s eyebrows, perfection.

Also Gaz, because he’s so pretty here.

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Pretty weird ask, but are there any established like knightly orders within the Shepherd's world?

Not weird at all! In fact, a version of this question has been asked before, albeit over in a Patreon Q&A! I'll copy-paste a more fleshed-out version here:

There are knightly orders (also known as chivalric orders) in Blest. The most famous nowadays are Norm, but in the days of yore, Elven knights were the big thing and kind of the legendary predecessors for all knights moving forward. The precursor of the Shepherds, in fact, originally started as an Elven knighthood that moved around the Continent, putting down demons and helping out people who needed their aid; their fame was such that they eventually attracted members of all races and stripes to their ranks, from Elementals to Mages to Changelings and whatnot, which would ultimately establish the concept of the Shepherds (albeit thousands of years later).

The other races, like the Hunters and the Mages, either briefly had knights on-and-off in their history (Mages) before the concept fell off altogether (different government structure: Mages almost never had monarchies, so the need for traditional knights as we conceive of them wasn't really a thing), or have the equivalent of knights in their culture today--they're just not called that. (The Black Shield is the equivalent of a knighthood or royal guard in the Reach, and Elinden has a version of knights or an honor guard, who are typically called Weapons).

Again, however, it's largely the Norms who form the majority of knights and knightly orders on the Continent today. Lavinet, for example, is a chevalier of the Order of the Rose: one of the many orders of chivalry that exist within the nobility. Most orders are descended from groups and alliances that existed either around the time the Autarchy was formed, or older, when the Norm Kingdoms were still a thing. Chivalric orders were usually formed by knights, bodyguards, advisors, merchant-lords, and other factions that served the various Norm kings and their courts--those mutated into the orders that exist today, which are basically like elite social ranks for various heirs and aristocrats to be accepted into.

The Order of the Rose was, until recently, a chivalric league meant only for men. Initiates attempted to enter its ranks through a series of tests, and it has more of a military-trained slant: fencing and dueling comprised a good portion of its trials, and members carry a special gilded dagger to signify their membership. When the Autarch was a young woman, she ordered the Order of the Rose (and all chivalric orders) to be opened to all genders, which caused a bit of a fuss. Prior to that change, members of the Order of the Rose had access to special lodges and private social clubs meant only for their ranks in almost every major city in Blest. (They still have these, it's just they're not male-exclusive anymore.)

The other Orders function much the same way: you either are born into their ranks by dint of your family's blood and prestige; you bought your way in; you were recommended in by an existing member (or several); you were granted knighthood by the Autarch or a Consortium member; or you proved your mettle by passing the order's various tests and trials as a rite of passage. It just depends on the Order--the Order of the Rose is exclusive and high-standing, and the first male heirs of families often have to apply to it as a way of proving their worth, while with other orders, it's kind of embarrassing if you have to take its trials (aka, you couldn't buy your way or be grandfathered in).

There are countless chivalric orders, including the Order of the Lily (more focused on the gentle arts, such as singing, embroidery, and general well-rounded etiquette and impeccable manners) and the Order of the Thistle, or, as Lavinet calls it, "the horse-obsessed." If you're curious, Lavinet is a member of the Order of the Iron Cross (another military-orientated knighthood that was fairer to its members) as well as the Order of the Violet, which honors lovers of beauty and fine things like perfumes, parties, and painting (but which has been suspected of being the source of aristocratic orgies... Lavinet adamantly denies this, though, so don't bring it up to her).

Finally, in case you're wondering, only about 30-40% of young nobles are part of any order!

Hope that all makes sense!

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