Utterly heretical thought that probably (and in the latter option definetly) isn't that realistic but I love irony. Either in a show of Konrad Curzes beloved being a supremely good person or due to a Konrad Curze redemption arc, where his canonical low casualty rates allowing him to easially save more lives than he ever took, essentially becoming the only primarch with a "negative harm score" + his sense of justice making him extra pious or whatever.. Either:
a: Konrad Curze is married to a living saint
b: Konrad Curze himself becomes a living saint.
Canocially he at some point wonders if in an alternate universe could have been "like the angel" if he had been stronger. Well here's your wings buddy lmfao. Would it be some ansgty black feathered wings or do we get Curze with glowing white wings? (lol at him being bothered by the glow of his own wings).
I don't think sangy would have a villain arc. But if sangy did give into some minor flaw while seing Konrad do good, Sanguinius would worry about them switching places.
So, I have a new project! (Yes im still technically working on finishing the embroidery for the watermelon dress, shush)
But anyway, I'm making a honey bee short cloak!
A friend gave me this beautiful yellow striped silk a while back and I was trying to figure out what to do with it, when earlier this week I dug through my fabric stash and found a yellow fabric I really liked with it
So I decided to make a short cloak using the striped fabric as the lining!
I've basically already finished sewing both layers and actually attached the hood as you can see below
Next, im going to do some embroidery! I'm going to do blackwork on the outside yellow layer to create a border of vines with leaves, flowers and bees.
In my head it looks super cool, so fingers crossed it also works in real life!
((Well, kind of. I still need to set everything up!))
((But hi! I promise, I'm not a bot, I'm a person.))
((You might know me better as Swiss, and that I've been around the block a few times when it comes to Role-Play, etc.))
((Last year, for personal reasons, I decided to take a step back and review what I was doing and what I was up to. That saw the deletion of all the blogs that I had, a couple of which were the mirrors to people that I'm no longer in contact with (that's a long story, and I'm not one for airing dirty laundry in public.)))
((Long story short, I felt horribly disconnected from role-play and from the muses that I had, so I had to take a step back to allow myself to both heal and to allow these muses the time to grow back. To be honest, I didn't even know if they were going to come back.))
((I do think that, now it's been almost a year since the disconnect really happened, now is as good a time as any to come back. I've decided to resurrect Link, currently just Ocarina of Time Link, but others will follow in due course. This will be at a pace that I am comfortable with and feel able to approach the muses again.))
((There may be one Link that never comes back. I won't name which one, but they were really closely connected to someone I cared about, and it's probably going to take me a long time to come to terms with everything. (Again, please don't ask, I don't want to air things publicly.)))
((So that, I think, sums everything up. I'm back, with a new URL, and a slow and steady approach to writing again. I must admit, I have missed, being able to write this adorable dork.))
((As a proviso, things will be slow for a while. I have to balance a full time job, and role-play like this is but one hobby amongst many (even if I do lose so much time to "Tales of loss, and fire, and faith.") Thank you, to everyone, who reads this, and comes along for a new start with whatever this turns into.))
Deceit had always been a nerd for science. Experimenting with environmental chemicals and biotechnology. He had always wondered what he could truly do with dna. He spent days and nights experimenting and making the perfect child. By stealing dna from Virgil and Roman he had made and raised the perfect child. Introducing the end product! Experiment 626! The princess! The royal! The heir!
Asks are open for deceit and 626!
Art by @fanartfunart writing by @deafgirl-and-hercoven
Hello! I am graduating from college in a year (go Class of 2018!), and am hoping to raise money in a post-grad fund. This fundraising will go towards living expenses, including: first month(s) of apartment rent, utility costs, groceries, etc. I will be applying to jobs throughout my last year of...
Hi, everyone. I’m posting this separately from my main account because it has my name on it, and I have some family members who might know my account name. More detail on why below the Read More line; TW, emotional abuse mentions.
The basic gist of this post is that I’m raising money to act as a safety net for a little bit after I graduate college next year. It’s a bit of an odd crowdfunding subject, but I felt I’d give it a try.
When I live at my parents’ house, I am in an emotionally abusive environment. It’s taken 4 years of living away from home to fully realize that no, screaming at a child for not realizing what you meant is not normal.
My parents’ decision to remove my older sibling’s bedroom door from its hinges when they disobeyed my parents in high school is not normal.
My mother either guilt-tripping me by saying she’s a terrible mother or getting angry whenever I ask her if she could go talk to someone about anger issues is not normal.
My mother getting angry at me and telling me to stop crying when I was upset (as a middle school student) that she and other members of my family were fighting in front of me was not normal.
When I said I felt like the fighting between my parents and my oldest sibling was tearing the family apart, and my mom responded by saying “if anything’s tearing the family apart, it’s you and [younger sibling] bickering”, that was not normal.
My mother kicking me out of the house for several hours after telling me that she must be a terrible mother because she’s raised such terrible children, all because I asked if I could have my laptop back after she had borrowed it for an hour, is. Not. Normal.
These are just a few examples, and most of them are from when I’ve only been around my family. However, there have been multiple incidents besides these. I have several people who are close to me and can testify to the fact that my mother is emotionally abusive and it is not healthy for me to be around her for extended periods of time, due to incidents they have personally witnessed.
With that said, said mother has been trying to pressure me into living in the cottage in my parents’ backyard. While this would be ideal without the information mentioned above since it would be rent-free, I am not comfortable with literally living in the backyard of the home of the person who emotionally abused me and continues to do so if I am around her for long periods of time.
I am living away from them this summer, luckily, but there have already been some incidents in periods of seeing her that have each been no longer than 4 days at a time. This post is getting very long, so if you want to know more about these, feel free to message me privately. She does not respect boundaries, she does not respect her children’s choices unless they align with hers, and she yells, guilt trips, and gaslights if her disagreement does not get an immediate response of some form of, “you’re right.”
If you got this far down, thank you so much for reading. If you do not feel comfortable sharing the post or are not able to donate, I completely understand. I’m mainly sending feelers out on as many networks as I can, because being stuck with my parents is my worst possible situation and I can’t be sure of what my employment situation will be this time next year. Thank you again, and best wishes.
Hope’s Peak Academy was a prestigious school, known for hand picking talented students and nurturing their talents. At least, this was the case before the tragedy 16 years ago that threw the world into chaos and despair. Now the school is more normal, accepting the talented and the untalented and treating them equally. Guided by the students who had survived a killing game on the grounds all those years ago, they’re working to make the future a brighter one. A place where such tragedy could never take place again.
The school day had been relatively uneventful. The usual bustle of school, but nothing outstanding however now the day is over and only a small handful of students and teachers are left in the school. Be it for clubs, grading papers, extra lessons or merely sneaking donuts from the school bakery. The first sense that something is off comes by the sudden darkness, the lights flickering out all over the school. The second sense that something is off comes in the sense of a cold chill, despite the day's nice weather. The third sign that something was off, was a cold high pitched laughter filling the air and the fourth and final sign that this would not be a normal day after school. The ground began shaking violently, desks shifting, first instincts dictate that you should get to a doorway and stand in it but you have no chance. Your senses are distorted, and your head begins to rattle. You know this isn’t a normal situation, and mixed with the laughter from earlier, you feel horror instilling deep within you. Before you have a chance to move, the ground seems to crack open. Instead of seeing the floor below you or the ground in the crack, all you see is darkness. It soon comes under your feet and you begin to fall. You can see the school still above you for a brief moment until you are engulfed in total darkness.
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Team 1
@chloriineheart, @gambogeish, @ofstarsandfists, and @patchedupholes
You wake up to find yourself in a room filled with audio visual equipment. The screens are all set to a dull static, The main monitor at the front of the room is splattered with blood. There is a thick layer of dust on everything...
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Team 2
@malchancevilain, @despairandhcpe, @beheadingtoujou and @killertennis
You wake to find yourself in a classroom. It’s mostly normal looking, except for the layer of dust settled over everything. There is a crudely drawn picture of a black and white bear on the whiteboard and the text ‘Despair for tomorrow’ scribbled under it. The marker was highly faded but it was still legible..
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Team 3
@shsl-gardener-edna, @brxkendxlls, and @soulboundchanneller
You wake up to find yourself in a practice room for the archery club. There are targets off in the distance, synthetic cherry blossom trees line the room. The lockers are wooden, they look as if they’ve fallen into a state of disrepair. Everything is covered in a layer of dust.
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