I got to talk to Casca.

The Elephant in the Room has not been addressed yet. I do not look forward to that conversation. I plan on apologizing for my actions, but I am very aware that nothing can apologize for violating someone like that. I also plan on apologizing to him for a few non-Eclipse actions that I have committed. It’s not going to be fun but it will need to happen. 

The Elephant in the Room aside, it was nice to talk to him. He was just as bold in his speech as I remember him being. He seemed to be doing as well as he could be, given the circumstances. He was rather tense, but it was something I honestly expected from him while talking to me. His dysphoria was bad enough that he didn’t want to talk in the AFAB vessel. I don’t know when I will get to talk to him again, but I really hope it can be sooner rather than later. He’s my lieutenant and shockingly enough I care about him. 

I really hope he doesn’t find this blog. 

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milkylata:

Griffith by Katherine Cardona. Urgh, hurry up Miura-sensei! I need Griffith and Guts to have a final battle. When will this manga release me?

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met-armsarmor:

SmallswordGift of Jean Jacques Reubell, in memory of his mother, Julia C. Coster, and of his wife, Adeline E. Post, both of New York City, 1926
Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York, NY
Medium: Silver, steel, gold

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sacred-song-of-immortal-izalith:

A note to my fellow aspiring world-conquerors:

At some point, the body you currently inhabit will get old and start to wear out and be no good for conquering anymore. In order to ensure your eternal reign, you will eventually need to figure out how to jump ship and take on a new body. Doing this early on is ideal because you can spend time researching and practicing while at the height of your body’s power, and also letting word get out that you’ve perfected it will demoralize your enemies because it’s just become much more difficult to get rid of you. 

There are a couple very important considerations when choosing a new host body. First, make sure it is of your preferred gender. Don’t accidentally make yourself trans when you don’t have to. Transphobia isn’t an issue because you can just kill anyone who offends you, but just as a practical matter, changing a body is hard work. Second, don’t base your decision purely on spite. Spite is an extremely good motivator for many things, but not this. This is a body you’ll probably have for a few decades at least, possibly a few centuries with the right species. Whoever you want to piss off, you can be sure you’ll outlive them no matter what, and in time you can think of much more creative ways to devastate them without having consequences for yourself. And lastly, take some time to rest afterward. Go somewhere safe and far away from your enemies for a little while and get used to how your new body works, so you’re at full strength when you come back to face them. 

Don’t make the same mistakes I did. I once stole a body just because its previous owner was friends with this annoying girl I couldn’t get rid of, and I ended up as a fairly young male copper dragon when ideally I would have wanted to be an adult female blue dragon. I then went to fight the rest of that annoying girl’s friends (along with an entire army of Solamnic Knights) while magically exhausted. This was a bad idea. If you do this, you will be stabbed to death with your own magic sword and wake up in a different universe and eight years later you will write a post about not making the same mistakes you did, and I would strongly recommend not putting yourself in that situation. 

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I feel angry. It’s a cold, ragelike feeling. 

Humans can be so blind. 

They can be very, very ignorant, and make very, very wrong assumptions. 

Someone needs a glass of something unpleasant to their face, and a strongly worded letter. 

“Never cared about his men” 

What a joke…. 

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wickedmlm:

You instruct your men with a sense of purpose, your strong voice bellowing through the old war fort. There’s a glisten in your eyes, an entity that takes over your body when you prepare for a fight, there’s fires burning in your throat and it escapes across the map that you’ve placed on the rickety old table. Your fingers dance across the paper, charcoal marks following in their wake, the crowd is silent. I’m watching you from across the room, seated in the corner, peering under the brim of my hat in attempt to watch you without the sunlight filling my eyes. My own fingers are tracing over the leather of my belt, silently wishing to myself that they were on you instead.

You finish your speech, and you fall quiet while an inspired chatter flies through the group, you look up to meet my eyes and you smile.

I’m a killer with a trigger itch, a hired gun for the right price, a beast with a thirst for blood.

I’d give it all away and turn myself into a gentle sheep were you just to ask,

but I know you won’t, my love.

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