he conqueror

Modern maps

A 16 year old alt-right guy, let just call him Edward, liked the countries. Not every, but several, and only the based ones. He often downloaded old maps. He had one of Rhodesia. It always made him proud. They dont print them anymore. The classical fonts, the old and heavy looking paper all in a jpg: unremarkable. One day he was thinking about how these maps were made, and thought of a terrifying idea.

“what i-if…. I just…. Redrow the map as i wanted…?? Could i perhaps do this?”

And he could. Nobody stopped him.

He made Serbia out of the whole balkans or whatever it was called before Edward the conqueror. He felt himself powerful like never before. Edward destroyed every muslim country, every african country went red as it was the color of the USA in this map, and the whole European Union declared itself a Traditionalist Union of Monarchies. Everything under the thumb of Edward, first of his name.
Like never before.

My contribution for the prompt game with @tonystarkstoga. Short and a day later than usual but hey, it’s here now. Be warned, for ridiculousness awaits you!

I choose vodka,” Tony says, his voice deep and serious, leaving no room for doubts or arguments.


At least there shouldn’t be room for them. Apparently New York’s newest, crazy, son of a bitch hasn’t gotten the message though. Too bad. Tony almost likes the guy. Or would, if it hadn’t been for the villains’ latest demands.

Tony sighs in exasperation. “I choose vodka,” he repeats, slower this time. He makes sure to convey just how stupid he believes–knows–them to be with his tone, just to piss them off.

He is loveable like that.

“How can you-” Floaty the Conqueror, or whatever his ridiculous bad boy nickname is, trails of in confusion.

“Well, you’ve given me the choice between my team mates’ life and the life of a little kid,” Tony comments with the air of a man who’s been handed a thousand demands just like this one in the last month. “There can hardly be a better choice for a drink then when facing a moral dilemma like this one, can there? They tend to be quite hard on the stomach, you know?” he adds reasonably. “Maybe you should read Kidnapping for Idiots, or else we’ll be having a lot of similarly embarrassing conversations in the future.”

“I suppose that- wait!” Floaty calls out in sudden realisation, “You’re just trying to distract me until you can free yourself!”

“I’m not.”

“You’re not?”

“I’m not,” Tony assures Floaty–and that name sounds too cute, now that he thinks about it, he’ll have to rename the guy or else fighting him will be difficult. “I wouldn’t waste both our times like that. I freed myself half an hour ago, while you were arguing with your bodyguard.”

Floaty pales rapidly and scrambles for his gun. “You’re bluffing!”

“I’m really not,” Tony calmly raises the gun in question. “On a completely unrelated note, you really should have read Kidnapping for Idiots first. I’ll be sure to have a copy delivered to your cell. It’s got an entire chapter dedicated to me, right under the bold DO NOT KIDNAP line. But I suppose experience is its own kind of teacher after all.”

Later: “Sixty-seven minutes? You’re losing your touch, Tones,” Rhodey shakes his head in mock disappointment.

“Nah,” Tony smirks, all smug satisfaction. “It was pretty fun, seeing Natasha dangling in the air like that, spitting mad but unable to do anything but plan murder. Poor Floaty though, I don’t think he’ll even make to the prison.”

~7 minutes of screentime total, here’s everything we can use to interpret alfons heiderich and ed’s relationship with him. 

first time ever doing a gif

It’s makes me so depressed that Edward has had to live in Munich, leaving all friends (and Al) behind, later on he witnessed his father being killed (and Heiderich…) i just cannot understand where does he gets all those calmness and courage, this makes me want to hug him so bad, to tell him that he doesn’t need to be brave anymore, for just a sec ; ;

Voltron Character Study: Zarkon

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I promised you guys one of these shindigs ages ago so let’s do this, everyone’s favorite (??) scary space turtle warlord. Sphinx? Everybody talks about the galra being cats and no one accuses Zarkon of being a sphinx. What’s up with that, guys. 

I’m getting off topic.

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“Nii-san quit playing video games, we’ve got work tomorrow”

@shegs I’m sorry I laughed at your pain when you sat on the bee +miss u loads part II

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Cinta satukan hati
Kuatkan jiwa menghadapi dunia
Segela cinta dan luka
Kuatkan semua persahabatan

Bila kau merasa sepi
Ingatlah bahwa kau tak sendiri
Tanpamu tak akan sama
Tanpamu semua berbeda

Kisahmu juga kisahku
Selalu bersama

Melangkah, di bawah mentari yang sama
Mencari, tempat kita di masa depan
Berjanji, kita tak akan putus asa
Walaupun, semua tak akan mudah

Kita penantang impian
Kita penakluk dunia
Di atas awan

Kita akan menang

~ Nidji

AboveTheCloud, 02 Mei 2017

FMA meme, seven quotes 2/7:

I always knew you were alive.

@the-dragon-conqueror continued from here

Her cheeks flushed and she giggled as she looked away. Pascal looked at the both of them with a knowing smile on his face. Embarrassed, Rapunzel dropped a flower petal on him.

❝Well, I made one for myself too,❞ she said with a laugh. She looked back up at him and adjusted the crown on his head before reaching over and grabbing her own flower crown and placing it on her own head. ❝There…now we both look beautiful.❞

We have been told to achieve, to be ambitious. Our whole mind has been cultivated to be that of an achiever. The whole education, culture, religion, they all depend on this basic idea that man has to be ambitious; only the ambitious man will be able to attain fulfillment. It has never happened, it will never happen, but so deep is the ignorance that we go on believing in this nonsense.
No ambitious person has ever been happy; in fact, the ambitious person is the unhappiest in the world. But we go on training children to be ambitious: ‘Be the first, be at the top, and you will be happy!’ And have you ever seen anybody at the top AND happy together?

Was Alexander happy when he became a world conqueror? He was one of the unhappiest men who has ever lived on the earth. Seeing the blissfulness of Diogenes he became jealous. Becoming jealous of a beggar…?
Diogenes was a beggar; he had nothing, not even a begging bowl. At least Buddha had a begging bowl with him and three robes. Diogenes was naked and with no begging bowl. In the beginning he used to carry a begging bowl; he must have got the idea from the East. He’s exactly a man like Buddha, Mahavira—more like Mahavira. Mahavira also lived naked with no begging bowl; his hands were his begging bowl.
Diogenes was going to the river one day with his begging bowl. He was thirsty, it was hot, and he wanted to drink water. And then on the way, just when he was on the bank, a dog passed him by, running, panting, jumped into the river, had a good bath, drank to his heart’s content. The idea arose in Diogenes’ mind: ‘This dog is freer than me—he does not have to carry a begging bowl. And if he can manage, why can’t I manage without a begging bowl? This is my only possession, and I have to keep an eye on it because it can be stolen. Even in the night once or twice I have to feel whether it is still there or gone.’ He threw the begging bowl into the river, bowed down to the dog, thanked him for the great message that he had brought for him from God.
This man, who had nothing, created jealousy in Alexander’s mind. How miserable he must have been! He confessed to Diogenes that, ‘If ever again God is giving me birth, I will ask him, ‘This time, please don’t make me Alexander—make me Diogenes.’’
Diogenes laughed uproariously, and he called the dog—because they had become friends by now, they had started living together—he called the dog and he said, ‘Look, listen, what nonsense he is talking about! NEXT life he wants to be Diogenes! Why next life? Why postpone? Who knows about the next life? Even the next day is uncertain, the next moment is not certain—what to say about the next life! If you really want to be a Diogenes, you can be right this moment, herenow. Throw your clothes into the river! Forget all about conquering the world! That is sheer stupidity and you know it. And you have confessed that you are miserable, and you have confessed that Diogenes is in a far better, more blissful state. So why not be a Diogenes right now? Lie down on the bank of the river where I am taking my sunbath! This bank is big enough for both of us.’
Alexander could not accept the invitation, of course. He said, ‘Thank you for your invitation. Right now I cannot do it, but next life…’
Diogenes asked him, ‘Where are you going? And what will you do even if you have conquered the world?’
Alexander said, ‘Then I will rest.’
Diogenes said, ‘This seems to be absolutely absurd—because I am resting right now!’

If Alexander is not happy, if Adolf Hitler is not happy, if Rockefellers and Carnegies are not happy, the people who have all the money of the world, if they are not happy, the people who have all the power in the world, if they are not happy…
Have you watched Jimmy Carter’s photographs? All the smile has disappeared now; now those teeth are not showing. He had really a beautiful smile, but where has it all gone? He must have been far happier than he is now. Every day his face is becoming more and more sad; more and more anxiety, anguish, is being shown. Just this morning I looked in the latest TIME. His face seems to have become too old just within these two years, as if he has aged twenty years. He must be suffering from nightmares. Where are all those hopes that he will be happy when he becomes the president?
Just watch people who have succeeded in the world and you will drop the idea of success. Nothing fails like success. Although you have been told that nothing succeeds like success, I say to you that nothing fails like success.
Happiness has nothing to do with success, happiness has nothing to do with ambition, happiness has nothing to do with money, power, prestige. It is a totally different dimension.



Those Heathen Eyes - sneak peak

The Heathen Army is so lusty this morning! Allow me to further whet your appetites with the opening scene for a new multichapter fic I don’t have time for, but keep thinking about…

Ivar the Boneless had not been what she had been expecting. When the chariot pulled the heathens’ dark-clad commander into the village square, Aedre had forced herself to look up at the man responsible for ruining her life. She lifted her eyes from the rough cords binding her wrists to the long rope restraining her and the other unfortunate souls who had not run from the invading warriors fast enough. He removed his helmet as he surveyed the ongoing plundering of her home and she was shocked to see he was just a youth, with a beautiful face and soulful, piercing eyes. The rumors had said the oncoming Heathen Army was led by a ruthless man with a mind as clever as it was sadistic. Some had whispered that he might be the devil himself, come to bring a reckoning to Mercia and the rest of the fallen kingdoms of England.

The boy that sat in that chariot was almost a disappointment. His dark hair was bound up in a strange row of braids and his face was speckled with blood, but he was certainly younger than she was, though by how many summers Aedre could not quite guess. His calculating gaze met hers as he looked down the line of captives; she thought she saw a glimmer of interest spark there before she cast her eyes down hurriedly. A shiver ran down her back as she reevaluated her opinion. The face may have been too young, but those hard eyes lived up to every rumor.

Aedre heard his tongue clack and then he was guiding his horse past the row of her weeping and cowering countrymen. The heathens had used some of them quite roughly before rounding them up into the square. The young woman offered up a silent prayer of thanks that she had been found by one of their strange armed women and led here to be bound up unmolested. She felt her luck change, however, when the heathen commander drew up alongside Aedre and tugged the reins of his horse curtly, stopping the chariot beside her.

His voice was a cold, low growl. “Þessi.” Though Aedre did not know his language, another chill ran down her back. She could just feel that he was looking at her as she stared meekly at the ground. “Horfðu á mig.” A moment later his hand flew out in her direction, and a burly man who had been following the chariot stepped forward and seized her chin. He turned Aedre’s face up toward his commander’s.

Aedre was not sure what showed in her own expression then. She was trying to hide fear and anger both, believing either one would bring the wrong kind of attention. The boy called Boneless took the measure of her face, then his eyes slid down over her body, taking a good long look at her curves. Aedre steeled herself against the indignity of it, wishing she knew what to do to repel his sinful interest.

He smiled out of one side of his mouth and flicked his fingers in a lazy gesture. “Hafa hana tekið að tjaldi mínu.” He clacked his tongue at his horse again, but his unreadable eyes lingered on her even as he started moving away.

The big man let go of her with a shrug, went to speak with the dirty warrior at the head of the line of prisoners. Aedre couldn’t tell what it all meant. She snuck a glance behind her, studied the tall, proud back of the retreating conqueror. He wasn’t looking at any of the other captives.


Zephiel. The Liberator. The King of Bern. Probably my most favorite Fire Emblem character. He’s underrated in my book and often misunderstood. Some mislabel him as a conqueror–he isn’t. Even his lines in Heroes says he doesn’t care for power. Some say he wants to destroy the world only because of “daddy issues”. While his bad childhood did influence him a lot, him destroying the world–that isn’t true entirely. He wants to reorder the world, to change it–because the world isn’t fair. One man’s joy and success is another man’s grief; the just aren’t rewarded and the cruel get away. He especially blames human emotions for this–that people often get blindsided by their emotions and thus are biased and unfair towards others plenty of times. And who can’t relate to that? Life certainly isn’t fair.

Zephiel wanted to make a fair, perfect world, making sure everyone got what they deserved–even if sacrifices had to be made. In a sense, he became a villain because he was once too just, too righteous, too compassionate.

Painting is in watercolors.

May 10, 1917 - John Pershing Given Command of American Expeditionary Force

Pictured - Black Jack.

On May 7, British General Allenby, fighting at Arras, warned Haig that he was running out of troops and that the reserves now being sent into battle were “semi-trained troops unable to use their rifles properly.” In the House of Commons on May 10, Winston Churchill pointed out that Britain’s armies were running dry, and the Americans would not arrive until 1918, and so “Is it not obvious that we ought not to squander the remaining armies of France and Britain in precipitate offensives before the American power begins to be felt on the battlefield?”

Across the Atlantic, American forces were slowly gearing up. The same day, the government appointed John “Black Jack” Pershing, who had commanded the Mexican Expedition, as leader of the troops that would be sent to France. Churchill, however, received no answer, and the Allied offensives continued. Allenby himself was shocked soon after when he was sent back to London. Allenby was convinced he was going to be sacked, in fact, he recieved a transfer to Palestine, where he would become the conqueror of Jerusalem.