Arboreal Communion

And that's how we got Ruined Monty

I played L4D2 (using FNAF mods) with @chippiee as Monty and me as Roxy, and while I was trying to heal her, she didn't want me to and kept closing the door on me while she locked herself in a bathroom :'D I had to draw that stupid shenanigans hahaha

Key lore points: Vestal 1#

> Quick question, what do you get when you take a chernobyl like accident, and make it frickin Global? Well ask the Vestals, because something like that happened to them around 6 years before the "Convergence".

> You'll see, for context, Vestal (The planet) is a highly geologically active rock, in which the vestals had to build an artificial crust with several facilities to keep it habitable. For this, there are sector Administrators that are in charge of certain facilities (Atmosphere controllers, earthquake nullifiers, etc) which are so big that you may consider them entire countries. Appart from that, there are several extraction colonies around the system that are taken with near the same importance as the facilities on the Homeworld.

> Now, Vestal Goverment works more like a Company administration, with a CEO on the top alongside a board of directors in charge of sector administration. Each one has different offices that are in charge of stuff like vestal resources, logistics, sector security, etc. And though this rigid model has worked for them at the begining, when everyone was trying to stablish an actual homeplanet, it more than falls appart on current times. Since the strict control of these resources had become less nessesary, several bussiness and companies had started to form, with demands that the Directors of each sector want to fullfill (partialy because they have a stake in said businesses)

> This colission between the interests of the sectors at Vestal fighting for more resource input, the colonies being unable to meet the demand and the people rioting for more private goods; created a tense atmosphere that prompted sabotages between these entities. But it finally exploted when a mayor failure ocurred on several key facilities that provoked massive dissasters that would be known as “The Blackout”. Several cities suffered from things like abrupt changes in gravity, to earthquakes, hurricanes and even being bathed in radiation. It is unknown yet if it was a failure on the AIs used there or if it was an intentional sabotage, but no one has been made responsible of it.

> The dissaster ended up with millions dead, as well as entire sectors of the planet left inhabitable as of today, with the rest struggling to adapt to the influx of refugees and a shortage on resources. The current High Administrator Zenoheld has done his best to stop the crisis from getting worse, but with the loss of his wife on a ship crash during the Blackout, he has become overburdened by the discussions between the directors who are fighting to see what to prioritize their resources in.

> Though six years later, a light of hope would came through in the form of cards falling from the sky, with a promise of a solution to finally recover from the crisis.

*Note one: Even though I can understand Zenoheld as the head of state that makes the important decitions like a King, I really don’t like the royal aspect on an advanced civilization like this. So by making him more like a CEO, it can still be a government centered around a main figure, but this time he Has to respond to a board that can collectively decide to depose of him if he underperforms.

*Note two: Another thing that I think it’s hard to believe is that Vestal’s overpopulation problem can’t be solved in another way.other than invading a planet… on another universe… with clearly sentient and hostile native life. So, this time the problem makes more sense, since they can’t just leave their system due to their location far from other stars. And even if they could build more city-stations around their system, people don’t want to, creating a conflict between recovering the danger zones and wanting to move the people to space, that end up in a stale situation that only creates more tension (AKA Spaaaaace Bureocracyyyyyy!)

R.I.P. Dirtbag

Rest in peace you fat garbage child

Here is the next page and the conclusion to Chapter 1. Without knowing I wanted it to be a reference to the cover art for the story. TNBD is next to be finished then those two will be put on break.

Start: https://www.tumblr.com/zilonking/763175802771750912/heres-the-cover-for-chapter-1-been-waiting-to?source=share

Next: "To Be Continued"

Previous: https://www.tumblr.com/zilonking/773961334359556096/had-this-worked-on-last-week-which-i-then-wanted?source=share

“They approach the stairway and stand upon the gate before them. The large walls and gate overlook them, as the sun rests within the middle of the sky. As they are one step close to entering the ruins”...

Cae/Collector: “Wow…, big gate”.

Lilith: “To think when I first saw this, I couldn’t believe my eyes”.

Vee: “So…, how do we get through it now”?

Gus: “I would say flying but since we're new around here probably now a good idea right now”.

Hooty: “Why not blast it open, then we can the inside”.

King: “NO!”

“Everyone looks towards the King as he yells”.

King: “These are ruins of my kind, I don’t want to try and break through it”!

King: “I haven’t seen anything related to my kind in a while that I haven’t seen”.

King: “I don’t wanna lose any part of it”.

Vee: “We won’t King, we know it matters much to you, since Lilith brought us, but mostly you for that reason”.

Lilith: “It would be harsh too, ancient history is something that should not be burned or destroyed. So, no idea of that again Hootsifer”.

Hooty: “Alright sorry, though it would be fun”.

Gus: “So what now then”?

“Jean-Luc approaches the gate closer, then as he points towards the gate he looks at King”.

King: “Wait… that symbol, on the gate”.

King: “My old collar had that on it”.

Cae/Collector: “Hey King, look at the hold in the middle”.

“King sees a hole that has cracks that flow from it”.

Gus: “A hole for what”?

“King looks at it for a brief moment, then he eyes widens. He then rushes down the steps and begins to carve on the ground. As everyone looks at him with curiosity”.

“He then pressed on the ground as the glyph symbol he carved formed a light. He carries it in his hand towards the gate, as he nods Jean-Luc to pick him up. He inserts the light into the hole”.

“The gate then glows, as the lights beam through the cracks, and it begins to slowly open. The light he used returns to his hands”.

Lilith: “Well, that figures”.

Lilith: “But we have our entrance”.

Vee: “King why don’t you lead the way”.

King: “Me? 

Vee: “These are ruins related to you, you should see all of it ahead first”.

Gus: “We’re right behind you”.

“King looks at them happily, he grabs Cae’s hand and he steps upon the Gate. Jean-Luc is on his guard as they begin to enter. Everyone follows behind closely, as they enter the ancient history of King’s species”...

Chapter 1, Concludes

Sometimes a family is a strange small child, three grown ass monsters who tried and failed to kill said small child, and the most delightful bird you ever will meet 😋

Delusional women, my favorite!

you just got press crow'd. reblog to instantly press crow your friends

Lol, all that discussion of whether you're a furry or not reminds me when the same thing happened to me with my friends. They accused me of being one because I had some images in my profile of anthropomorphic characters. And although in the end I ended up becoming one, it was very fun to argue against them that I wasn’t xD So continue with your fight, stand firm against those people and have fun while you do it!

Azen, more like... Furry. :p

P Eri s h

this is a cue to go to  s l e e p

Rogue Albatross Mackenzie "Mack" Titania Vermilion is the 21st pilot of Garland Vermilion, ancestral frame of House Vermilion, known as the Divine Engine Ancestor.

House Vermilion has dedicated itself to a generation spanning goal; the absolute destruction of the Karrakin Baronies.

Fly True - Motto of House Vermilion

This has been a historical source of friction between the Albatross and House Vermilion, nominally allied against the Baronies. Vermilion has produced some of the greatest Albatross to ever live, as well as some of its most conflicted.

Every scion of Vermilion that becomes an Albatross bears the same burden. Balancing the imperfect reality of the Albatross' ideals, Vermilion's ancient grudge, and the expectations of stewarding the Divine Engine Ancestor. With Mackenzie, its latest champion, that delicate balance has finally broken.

Time is a Broken Mirror

Chapter 1 now up!

What would a Warmind wish for if he had the chance?

Resurrected as a Guardian, Rasputin ends up in the clutches of an Ahamkara before his first day is up.

His wish brings him back in time to face himself in a chance to fix his biggest regret but before he's ready to do that he first has to convince the Iron Lords to train him while racing the clock to get good enough before they leave to try to take SIVA from Site 6.

“I am not certain that I enjoy being an Exo more than being an AI locked in a bunker. The feeling of cold is very unpleasant. Can’t I have the option to turn it off?” A tall matte white exo complained as he hiked up the side of a mountain, heavy winter coat pulled tightly around him.

The ghost that was tucked into the hood of the coat grunted “I can’t turn you off when you annoy me. Deal with it. Part of being a person now Red,” and snuggled further into the coat. The Exo rolled his eyes but allowed the comment that might have at one point earned someone a great deal of pain.

“I do not think this is what Ana envisioned when she started playing music for me all those years ago. It certainly wasn’t something I ever calculated in any possible future,” He kept talking, mostly to distract himself from the blizzard they were fighting to get to the top. This would have been easier if he had stolen a ship.

“Never met her but from what I heard through the ghost rumor mill, which is very extensive, she would have flipped her lid if she had seen you. It’s probably for the best that dragon got to us first,” the ghost said basking in the heat being vented by the Exo with every breath.

“Perhaps. I doubt things will go better once we arrive if they realize who I am,” the new guardian sighed but he couldn’t fix things if they didn’t know he was attempting to do the fixing. He would have to reveal himself eventually and lying before that wouldn’t look good. He wasn’t sure what the best choice was and he didn’t have the same room in this mind for advanced calculations to try to compare both the way he could have before.

“Look, I’m just saying, we shouldn’t go in guns blazing on this one. You can be Red for a little while. Prove yourself. Make friends. Then let it come out after some time, once they like you more. Felwinter is a ghost killer. You have hunted him for years. I’d like to live a little longer, thank you very much,” The ghost grumbled and Red sighed.

“You’re right. I just… I need to learn all I can. This time’s me is less than pleased I accessed that bunker but I managed to disable his tracking on me and Siddar- Felwinter. Unless we access the panels or directly mark ourselves, Rasputin shouldn’t be able to find us.” He said feeling a little odd talking about himself when he was right there.

“And even if he does, you were able to gain control over some of the combat frames that tried to attack us. But I doubt a mental tug-o-war would go over well for long, you have the smaller brain now,” the ghost added oh so helpfully.

“I need to gain access to the seraph bunkers. If I can change the passcodes and take control it will limit his power so if- when- it comes to it, I can take control of the SIVA and prevent the carnage I once caused. But as I am now… I am, what did the Guardian call it? A new light? I do not know how best to control my body or abilities. So first we petition the Iron Lords and gain knowledge and skill, then we take control of the bunkers and weaken this time’s Rasputin, and finally I take control of the SIVA nanites and use them to help protect humanity like was originally intended by destroying the warsats and the other me completely. Remove myself from Xivu Arath’s sights before she even arrives,” He listed out the plan he had come up with once he realized where and when he was.

“Sounds so simple when you put it that way. Turn up here, you can’t see it in the storm but we’re approaching a watchtower. We should as for help to the Temple. I’ll say hidden.” The ghost said then vanished. Red vented out a huff of steam but dutifully went in the direction his ghost told him trusting the bot. He had seen though Felwinter’s memories how much Felspring had come to mean to him and he saw how Osiris had used to be with Sagira and how much he missed the ghost so he while they might not always agree, he was making an effort to trust and listen to the little drone.

“Who are you and what do you want?” A familiar voice startled Red and he was surprised to see Osiris float down in front of him, snow melting around the warlock’s slippered feet making Red sigh in jealousy of how warm he must be.

“My name is Red, I’m looking to petition the Iron Lords but currently I just want to get out of this blizzard.” He admitted honestly.

Osiris narrowed hs eyes but hummed, “Very well. I will escort you inside. This way,” He said and started down a path that was hard to make out as the wind shifted and picked up in intensity. Cold was starting to be his least favorite feeling so far.

Thankfully it only took a few more minutes before a pair of grand doors were swinging open to allow them both entry and Red sighed in relief at the warmth as he looked around curiously. He had seen the place through the scattered memories that he gained of Felwinter’s but it was different to see with his own eyes and he had to admit he was impressed.

Students milled about chatting with their peers, ghosts occasionally zipping past or hovering near their partners chatting with other ghosts. It felt like the place of learning it was meant to be and had a warm friendly feeling to it. Looking through some arches they passed he jumped a little at a huge wave of solar energy that was blasted through the courtyard followed sharp stinging arc energy along the ground and a orb of void humming through the air. Osiris thankfully slowed to let him watch the show.

“That’s just new lights, testing their limits. If you think that’s impressive wait until you see someone with experience take the field,” Osiris scoffed and Red did his best to hide the way his face twitched wanting to shift toward a smile. Some things were eternal it seemed, like Osiris’ ego.

“I’m guessing you are not a new light?” He asked and Osiris grinned at him, eyes taking on a gold sheen.

“I am not, although I am not an Iron Lord either. I am training under Lord Felwinter. We will see if any of the Iron Lords accept you as a student. I have to admit, Exos are not common around here. There’s only a handful I’ve seen besides Lord Felwinter himself. Where were you raised?” He asked tilting his head before starting to walk again and Rasputin considered the question. The less he lied the better.

“I will tell you if you spar with me and win. If I win, then you will not complain if I petition Lord Felwinter to train me too.” He bargained while his ghost screamed at him internally. He was protected here by the Iron Decree unless he did something to break it himself.

Osiris grinned at him with teeth. “Counter offer, I get to ask you any questions I want for five minutes if I win and you must answer truthfully.” He said and Red nodded holding out his hand.

“Deal.” He agreed and Osiris shook it before marching out onto the field.

“CLEAR OUT! I NEED SPACE!” He shouted and the new lights fled like a flock of birds away from a rabid dog. Red dutifully followed him out and stood on the opposite side of the field. His main advantage was experience watching a much older, wiser Osiris fight as well as his Exo body being more durable than Osiris’ softer human body.

“You are an idiot! He’s going to wipe you off the face of the earth while cackling manically!” his ghost hissed at him mentally.

“Be quiet, I need to focus.” He said and drew on Felwinter’s memories that he had retained as Osiris finally finished clearing the field and took his place. The Warlock immediately set himself ablaze and launched himself up into the air to rain fire down over Red who didn’t bother trying to dodge knowing it would be useless. Instead he drew the void around him like a protective cloak and let the fire fizz off of it causing the field to fill with steam and smoke.

When Osiris touched back down with a smirk that suggested he thought he already won, Red jumped and slammed down on him with all the force of a falling warsat crushing him like a little bug. Stepping back as Sagira appeared Red looked at his hands and the blood coating it with a sick feeling in his stomach. That was something he was definitely going to have to get over if he planned on fighting. He couldn’t get queasy over blood, especially blood that didn’t matter since Osiris was already brought back and grumbling at the cheering crowds around the field they were in.

“Best of three?” Red offered and Osiris snorted.

“Another time. I should have known better than to get cocky but I won’t make that mistake again. However, I am a man of my word. Come, I will take you to Lord Felwinter and let him decide whether or not to take you on,” He said and Red huffed realizing Osiris planned to take him covered in blood looking like some sort of barbarian. The Warlock was clever but so was Red.

With a shimmer of light his ghost changed out his gear and cleaned him up. He would be colder in the more simple clothing if he had to go outside but while in the temple it would at least keep him from looking a mess. Osiris tilted his head slightly clearly not expecting him to have had a change of clothes already.

“You’re oddly prepared for a new light.” Osiris said and Red shrugged.

“It took a while to get here and I wasn’t going to stay in filthy clothes the whole time. Plus as soon as I woke up some asshole started attacking me. You get good at protecting yourself when you have no other choice,” He said mostly because it made his ghost snicker internally at both hearing him cuss and insulting himself.

“And you won’t tell me where you were brought back or who attacked you?” He asked and Red shrugged.

“I never said that, but I’m not telling the story twice in the same day and I figure the Iron Lords would like to hear it.” He said and Osiris looked back at him with a considering glint in his eyes.

“Very well, wait here. I will go in and see if the Iron Lords can see you.” He said and slipped into a door. Red wanted to peek inside and try to hear what was said but he resisted the urge and folded his arms over his chest.

After a few minutes Osiris stepped out and held the door open waving him inside. Red let his eyes trace over the group gathered there picking out the Iron Lords he recognized. Saladin, Radegast, Perun, Skorri, Jolder and Felwinter were all there at moment with others he didn’t immediately recognize. He heard Jolder gasp when his eyes met hers and forced himself not to grimace and instead bow slightly.

“Hello, I am Red. I have come here to petition the Iron Lords for the chance to train here. I first woke up in a bunker of some sort and was attacked immediately upon waking by what I have come to know to be called combat frames. I managed to get to an adjoining room and lock them out using a console where my ghost managed to download some data before we escaped. We’ve been on the run since. I want to learn to defend myself and I would like to learn more about the bunkers. I heard rumors that there would be someone here that might be able to help me.” He said carefully letting his gaze flicker between the different Iron Lords before falling on Felwinter to try to judge his son’s reaction.

“Felwinter, look! You have a little brother! He’s got the same menacing glare you do!” Came a voice from the side that made Red jump and jerk his head to the side as Timur sauntered over to him grinning. His first instinct was to back up but that caused him to bump into Osiris who grabbed his arm in what could have been a friendly manner but Red knew was Osiris trapping him so he couldn’t escape Lord Timur who immediately started poking and prodding at his face. Red shoved down the urge to bite the eccentric warlock.

“Lord Timur, leave him alone. He’s debating biting you.” Felwinter said and Red looked at him startled worried maybe they had some sort of mental connection and Felwinter could read his thoughts.

“I can’t read your thoughts but I can read your face and I know what I would be debating doing in your place.” Felwiner said and Red half shuttered his eyes in a suspicious squint that had Timur laughing and even Osiris had an amused quirk to his lips.

“I will train you. Osiris can you find him a room near my observatory?” He asked and Osiris tilted his head in a slight bow.

“Of course.” He agreed and dragged Red out with him right as the arguing started. He let himself get dragged for a while before digging in his heels and jerking Osiris to a stop.

“Are you upset that he actually agreed to train me? I do not wish to cause strife.” He asked seriously and Osiris opened his mouth then shut it seeming to think about the answer.

“It will mean less time for me to spend with him which is something I enjoy but no. I am not upset he is going to train you. I am actually relieved. As much as I’d like to think I share much in common with him, there are definitely things that so far he has been alone in. I hope you can offer him a companion in ways that those of us not made of metal and synthskin can’t.” He told him after a moment and Red was surprised by the show of sincerity.

“I will endeavor to be both a good student and help how I can. I would like to have friends.” He said and Osiris nodded.

“Well be careful who you choose for that. As much as we might wish otherwise, the Iron Temple is filled with politics and you haven’t signed onto the popular side of things. Come on, we need to get you some toiletries and bedding from the quartermaster then I’ll show you the options for rooms.” He said and Red relaxed a little glad he hadn’t pissed the Phoenix of the Dark Ages off already. He was sure there would be time for that later.