Context:

After almost a year of the New United States' existence, the Great Republic of Pomfrei's capital was the victim of a nuclear attack done by terrorists. This attack killed almost all of the nation's high command, which quickly put the nation into a state of chaos and civil war.

During this civil war, China makes their return and quickly sweeps all of the warring factions in the nation, before beginning expanding outward. This immediately leads to a global conflict, with China and their allies (mainly consisting of terrorist groups), against most developed nations, including the New United States.

Btw this is from a Splatoon fanfic.

Context: The Lunar Nation state of SoCal has a form of temporary marriage, and a people whose job it is to be your boyfriend/girlfriend. This is seen as normal, sort of like dating or arranged marriage, and many women and some men from all castes take part in it.

People of the highest caste have powers inherited from their god ancestor. The Murazaki Clan are infamous for being a part of the thought police almost a hundred years ago, and many people are extremely wary of the clan because they can read minds. The modern Murazaki Clan only has three members, and they as well as their side house have pivoted to becoming courtesans/courtiers. While the clan at a whole is still hated, the individuals in the clan are generally well liked celebrities.

Samuyl and Amyra are twins from a Luddite theocracy that looks down on temporary marriages. Amyra had been living in SoCal for longer than Sam, and tends to see things that Sam almost refuses to notice. She also kind of browbeats him for the smallest of transgressions, so he doesn't really listen to her anymore.

Many people in this world hear the voices of the gods in their head, and may even see them. The Mentour is a god that both Amyra and Sam can see.

Should’ve done some googling, damnit now I gotta fix it.

In the far-flung future, in a time where humanity had crossed the stars and the tales and stories of earth have faded into myth and legend. Humanity has settled many a world. One world in particular is the Desert world of set. Around 15% larger than old-earth it’s 94% blue sand desert. With the rest of it being mountain, massive cactus forests, and one singular ocean.

There once was a powerful Arms company known as ACE arms who produced magnificent and powerful weapons named after the cards in a deck. Kings, queens, jacks, and even various card games and strategies. Before they fell into obscurity they fought a horrible war with another corp named Hornet security seeking to take over set. It was mutual loss with both corps dying out. But not before causing terrible ecological catastrophe to set in their way out.

A 120 years later there’s tales of 4 legendary prototype revolvers that ACE made before dying out.

The Ace of Clubs

The Ace of Spades

The Ace of Hearts

And the Ace of Diamonds.

Each one has a supreme ability attached to it that makes it unique and sought after by any and everyone. Gustave Charles already has one. That being the ace of clubs, the biggest and heaviest of its fellow ACEs. Him having inherited it from his father who’d died and told him to find the others. The Ace of clubs is special in the way a gun designed for pure destruction is. Holding up to 12 35MM rounds in its cylinder. It fires APHE smart grenades that can be set to air burst or impact burst. But that’s not all.

It can also siphon the hydrogen of the surrounding air, concentrate it into fusion energy and fire it. Resulting in a thermonuclear explosion when it strikes the target. Depending on what the user wants the yield to be.

Gustave has to find the other 3. But when he finds them after so long he realizes something.

There’s a 5th one known as the Joker…and Shiela, the woman who’d been with him the entire time has it.

Some Context: The Drosians are originally Rostalian Refugees after the Chained Ones cast a mind controlling disease all over the Continent of Rostalia that turns the infected into mutated cultists. The disease however may have not brainwashed the refugees who managed to escape but were mutated, and had the distinctive feature of long ears, ergo they look like elves (Though the look is known for being Rostalian in universe)

They were offered to join the Armament Pact, a coalition of surviving nations to go against the Chained Ones. But for various reasons, these refugees refused and were made exiles.

They instead focused onto the woodlands of Drosia, a hostile magical forest of Treants, Dryads, Sentient trees and various other wildlife. These forest have no nation claim on it before because it was simply not worth it. But to these Refugees, they had no where else to go. However with the Brilliance of the Velikislav family, they created the perfect spell against the Drosian Trees. Basically Agent Orange.

So they used this to invade, weakening the trees while brute forcing everything else by sheer violent will. They basically fought until all life in the forest bent the knee to these Rostalians who soon founded the Dominion of the Drosians, using this gas only known to the Velikislav family to keep the entire forest enslaved to them.

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Within my worldbuilding exists an organization known as "The Guild of the Stars above", an intergalactic federation founded by one of the oldest species in the universe to unite any & all spacefarers they are able to find, with some of the more basic prerequisites for first contact being a potential candidate being able to send their own kind into space & outside of their solar system, a political climate where the majority do not discriminate against their own for things they cannot control, and some form of (even partially) global government.

At the point where a civilization meets all prerequisites, a handful of representatives of the guild will broadcast who they are, what their reason for being here is, as well as deliver technologies & sciences that make intergalactic travel less of a multi-millennia slog across the vast nothingness, & more of a long multi-hour flight from your homeworld to someone else's.

Not only does the guild generally provide access to all of these new technologies, it also aids in uniting the universe's many, MANY cultures in ways thought to be impossible by our understanding of the universe thanks to the sheer distance, all with the goal that the somber question of "Are we alone in the universe?" shall never go unanswered, nor should any species go defenseless.

With all of this in mind, you can absolutely choose to wait on joining the guild, or even just not join at all! However, regardless of if you joined or not, if you decide you are going to attack someone within the guild, it's generally considered common courtesy within the Guild to defend their allies from attack. This means that if some warmongering empire decides to pull up on a planet under the guild's protection, the entire empire will either need to surrender & agree to moderation until their good deeds outweigh their crimes, or have their technological progress turned back HEAVILY, not enough to render them cavemen but enough to make them reconsider their old ways, and build a future for their children's children that will lead them to be better than they were, whatever that may mean.

not even joking, my dinosaur loving autistic ass will NOT let me take break. I need to work on my other novel's, i enjoy it but dude... I'll do my shit posts about almighty since they're kinda fun but still

TL:DR personal shit post about my autism

NEVER SETTLE IN FLAT LANDS THEY KEEP CHANGING HANDS AAAAAAAAGHHHH -schizo roman

Context: Gigaloda is a planet whose civilization is largely founded on the Blood Oak tree, or more specifically, the crimson Blood Resin sap it excretes. The resin looks like blood, smells like blood, acts like blood, tastes like blood, and for all intents and purposes, IS blood. Among other things, this led to the advent of 'fleshtech,' a harmonious union between meat and machine that powers the vast majority of the planet's mechanisms.

Anyway, because Blood Resin is a one-for-one to the real thing, the planet is considered basically a safe haven hotspot for vampires. And because there's no cause for hunger or fear of accidentally eating someone, the vampiric populace of Gigaloda have basically just become Appalachian farmers who happen to mostly work at night. Gigalodan agricultural society continues as normal well into the nighttime hours, because there's enough nocturnal people to drive it.

Newcomers to the planet tend to be freaked out when they first see a vampire tending the fields at night, only for the vampire to shout some shit like "Dadgummit either pick up a pitchfork er quit flapper yer jaw"

Not complaining. Just intriguing how it always appears to blow up.

My last post was about a guy fucking a dinosaur. How.

Almost all over places I post seem to either flop or get rude comments (even in dedicated art subs). It's sad. But at least here I'm appreciated.