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reginrokkr · 2 years

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Tag dump #1:

◟༺✦༻◞ glimpses in the past of a shattered spirit ┊headcanon.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ events to be remembered in blue veins ┊addendum.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ fragments of light from the roots of truth ┊reference.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ analysis within the ley lines ichor ┊study.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ ethereal moon dust sunken in ripples of light ┊reflection.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ fear not the long night if malice is to fade ┊musings.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ moon on the sky as a trembling heart ┊aesthetic.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ requiem of the echoing depths ┊music.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ searching for a long lost fate ┊meme.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ lament of a fallen seraph ┊thread.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ crystalline traces splattered with stardust ┊open.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ chaos is hardly different to poison ┊dash comment.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ shall fair divination be imparted ┊dash game.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ what lays behind the mantle of faux stars ┊ooc.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ trust not the gods; nor overthrow them ┊psa.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ connections of an ancient twilight sword ┊promotions.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ forgo that which is cursed by the gods ┊self promo.┊ ◟༺✦༻◞ gifts to prevail into eternity ┊keepsake.┊

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bulwark-of-hope · 2 years

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"No, Rey, fer da ninth time, ya need t' hold it differently," Dismas' voice was casual and even, with the slightest hint of a smirk, but his hands were anything but.

The way they moved against the knight's arms and back as the ex-brigand showed the crusader the intricacies of using a flintlock were heavily suggestive - and that was a mighty understatement in itself. Frankly, they were lucky the shooting ring was empty. But then again, maybe that was precisely the reason why Dismas decided to be a handful and make Reynauld's supposed training difficult.

[aka Dis sees a lack of homoeroticism in Rey's attitude towards sparring and takes that personally]

The knight just groaned in frustration. He was set on learning a new skill here and Dismas was acting just... a little distracting, to say the least. He liked to be touched by the rogue, oh by the light his hands felt great on his arms and back, but he really would appreciate it if he was holding back a little.

“It’s only the seventh time, don’t make me look worse than I actually am.” he complained. “It always looks so much easier when you do it. You don’t look stiff at all and here I am, feeling like a broom stick.” he muttered and took aim again, hopefully better than the last seven times.

In his mind he just asked the light for patience, even if he was utterly annoyed and increasingly distracted. ‘ Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.’ he repeated in his head

#oblivious knight is oblivious #No shot shall miss the mark while I aim it! || Dismas #A zealous warrior || Reynauld IC #Truth prevails! || answered ask

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poweredinpeace · 4 months

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Exodus 23:2 You shall not follow a crowd to do evil; neither shall you testify in court to side with a multitude to pervert justice;

Cowards gain power in crowds, more people have been destroyed in history by crowd lovers than by those courageous enough to stand against them.

What crowd follower call righteous out rage, is an abomination to God and Christ Jesus who was destroy by the crowd!

Basing justice on crowd cowardliness is the weakness of one becomes the evil law for all, where mass genocide bloodies that hands of everyone that does not have the moral courage to stand for truth and justice.

Luke 23:23 But they were urgent with loud voices, asking that he might be crucified. Their voices and the voices of the chief priests prevailed.

#pets #photography #quotes #student #parenting #technology #science #politics #art #architecture

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emthimofnight · 2 months

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I love Stellar! She's so cute! Love your art, keep being amazing, et cetera, but also I have a question:

You mentioned that at the time of Stellar's, shall we say, adoption, Shadow and Sonic were still in their "it's complicated" rivals era. I'm guessing Shadow wasn't especially close to Sonic's friends either? And that kinda got me wondering: how do Sonic's friends feel about Stellar when she first arrives? Obviously they love her on sight, but like, does Tails feel weird that he's now basically Shadow's brother-in-law? Is Amy a little alarmed at the thought of Sonic and Shadow being responsible for a literal baby? Does Rogue foresee the inevitable Sonadow to follow? And so on ...

Idk, would love to know more about the early days and everyone's reactions.

EEEHEHEH thank you so much for the compliment!!! 🥰🥰🥰

And I'll give you a quick rundown on everyone's feelings immediately after Shadow brought Stellar home!

Rouge was the first to know, as she was actually present when Shadow discovered Stellar. The two of them had been tracking some leads about Project Stellar for a while, not realizing they were stumbling upon another attempt at Project Shadow until they were right on top of it. Rouge initially tried to reason with Shadow, recognizing his anger instantly and trying to convince him to let cooler heads prevail. She even tried to warn him against removing Stellar from her stasis pod, fearing that it was acting as some kind of life support and would kill her upon removal. Shadow decided to remove her regardless, deciding that either way, a life in the government's hands as a weapon was no life at all. Still, Rouge convinced him to take her straight to Sonic—and, more importantly—Tails, since he had the tools at his disposal to give Stellar a proper look over.

Sonic and Tails live together, so they were the next in line to find out. Shadow basically showed up looking like he was out for blood with a baby in his arms, demanding that Tails use his equipment to see if she was okay. Tails and Sonic both wanted more of an explanation (like, where did you get a baby, WHY do you have a baby, why do you look like you just got out of a fight, etc) and Shadow would begrudgingly tell them what he'd learned, clearly deeply uncomfortable with the entire conversation.

Well, to say they would both be shocked would be an understatement. Sonic would be at a loss for words, for once. Tails, ever the scientist, would immediately want to look over Stellar to see if Shadow was telling the truth. By the time Shadow had handed the baby over to Tails, Sonic's brain would have rebooted and the motor mouth would start up again.

He'd be in total disbelief, really. He'd just start yammering on about every question and concern that would come to mind.

"The government tried to make another you?? With ME?"

"Does that make me a dad? Does that make YOU a dad?? ARE WE DADS??"

"I can't take care of a baby, I don't even remember BEING a baby! What do babies even eat??"

Etcetera, etcetera. Shadow would just stand stiffly in a corner of Tails's workshop, laser focused on whatever tests Tails would be running on tiny baby Stellar. He would totally tune Sonic out, instead focusing on the barely noticeable rise and fall of Stellar's chest, petrified that she might stop breathing if he looked away.

Honestly, the first night would be VERY tense. Shadow would still be high strung from the rescue, Sonic would be trying to wrap his head around the whole idea, and Tails would be devoted to running all the tests he could on Stellar to try and get some answers.

Tails would determine she was healthy, showed no signs of requiring any kind of life support, and was definitely Shadow and Sonic's biological child. Half Shadow's DNA, half Sonic's.

He would also realize in his tests that her energy readings were off the charts. Whatever they had been cooking up in that lab wasn't good, and Stellar was almost like a living chaos emerald. He'd immediately be concerned about the implications of keeping her around, but Sonic would have come around by that point, deciding there was no way he and Shadow would be getting rid of her.

Shadow wouldn't be so sure. He'd suggest talking to Rouge, Amy, or Vanilla about being a mother to her instead, since he wouldn't be confident in his own abilities to raise a child. Sonic would be annoyed by that, pointing out that it would be pretty messed up to try and pass her off on anyone else. Vanilla and Rouge both have their own kids to worry about, and Amy lives in the Sol Dimension with Blaze most of the time. He'd reason that they should at least try. Besides, who could possibly understand her more than Shadow?

Eventually, they'd agree to try raising her as a team. It'd be a begrudging decision, but one they'd learn to live with. The two of them wouldn't be romantically involved at this point, either, so the two of them had a LOT of growing pains trying to figure out how to parent together. Getting a baby government assigned to you is one thing, but having to raise it with your rival is another!

Oh, and as for Amy, Knuckles, and the rest of the group? They'd almost all be horrified LOL! Stellar definitely received a rocky reception at first! They all grew to love her eventually, though.

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srbachchan · 1 month

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DAY 5881

Jalsa, Mumbai Mar 25/26, 2024 Mon/Tue 12:06 AM

Birthday - EF - Maryam Roustaeiyanpour .. greetings and happiness always on this day and many more days .. from the Ef family ..❤️🌹

🪔 ,

March 26 .. birthday greetings to Ef Maryam Roustaeiyanpour from Iran 🇮🇷 .. we remember you always .. and we pray for your wellness and happiness .. love from the Ef Family ever .. ❤️

At times , in a situation which has no individual involve or personal connect, the mind, on witnessing the happening takes sides .. a game, for example .. you desire inwardly that the spirit of the game should prevail and 'may the better team win' .. but inwardly you side one and desire victory for it .. at times it does not work and the side effects of it last .. the disappointment drives you to feel as though you yourself have lost or been defeated ..

And then ..

Another game begins ..

And the one you so inwardly wish to succeed, wins and there is an exuberance as though you were responsible for its victory ..

Yesterday, in a game we were defeated .. well just about .. tonight we won .. just about .. and the feelings hover about us .. in both situations ..

Life throws this dice so often before us .. never know until it stops rolling which side is it going to stop and face up ..

Whoever throws the dice has the unwanted responsibility of the final result ..

But the dice is a dice .. a material over which your command or performance responsibility is not within your hands .. or your wished mind ..

So you learn to accept .. or disrespect it ..

Acceptance , gives one the yearning and countenance , albeit in an imaginary environ, of saintly demeanour - of Godliness itself - provided the belief in the Almighty is ingrained within ..

If not .. the tendency to shift the blame to an ungodly force emanates ..

BUT ..

whatever be the outcome the yardstick is ever measured with that universal acceptance of .. GOD .. ALMIGHTY .. that saintly FORCE ..

Atheists vs Non Atheists .. thiests ..

We bring our belief to reality .. its existence .. its presence .. its force .. its happening .. ALL ..

Yet .. we are in denial when it comes to the actuality of a measure of form ..

OR ..

We put the belief in one that we consider with utmost conviction HIS form and presence in and and amongst us, in its human form ..

Each belief has an identity with form .. and that to them reflects the ultimate truth .. believe it or go seek another .. or none ..

LIFE gives so many options .. and is so forbearing ..

And we test it each moment and within our powers of its existence ..

The strength of conviction is personal .. committed and without fault .. the 'non' has a commitment too - without fault .. !!!!

AAHHHH ..

Life is so harsh- , benevolent and forgiving ..

Which is why we cannot find a suitable alternative - one way or the other ..

Unless .. AI .. takes over .. and in its generosity , gives us the space we need , desire or demand ..

Which I might add shall soon be directed in just ONE direction ..

THEIRS .. !!!

🤣

My affection .. my grace of your benevolence .. my servile submission to your love ..

Amitabh Bachchan

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rosejigglypuff76 · 3 months

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🍪👑 Cookie Run Kingdom - Dr Vanilla & Mr Shadow AU Cast 🍦🃏 aka; Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde Musical (Recast Meme) 🎭🧪

Inspired by a Cookie Run Kingdom Animatic from: @obernice

Note: This features characters from Cookie Run Kingdom as told in the formatting of the Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde Musical! The characters listed below will have their roles showcased, in the Dr Vanilla & Mr Shadow AU.

Original Meme Recast Template

🍦 Pure Vanilla Cookie as Dr Henry Jekyll 🍦 The titular character of this two-sided but amazingly thrilling musical! An understanding ruler of the Vanilla Kingdom, where the Light of Truth shall always prevail. But when he went too close to the cold hard truth in order to find White Lily, it was then where Pure Vanilla became one with a deceitful entity. He still has control over his body about 85% of the time. But the remaining 15% will have Shadow Milk take over. At that point, the 15% increases to a higher and more frequent chance of Shadow Milk being the one in control. Is he still Pure Vanilla? Or is he now Shadow Milk?

🃏 Shadow Milk Cookie as Mr Edward Hyde 🃏 The original owner of what's now known as the Light of Truth, with what remains pure from his corrupted thoughts on the Soul Jam. A deceiving trickster, creating an entire theatrical performance with his own ideas of fun. When Pure Vanilla went too close to where he was sealed away, Shadow Milk took advantage of it. He sometimes pops in and out of control of Pure Vanilla's mind to control his body, which increases more as time goes on. Is he still Pure Vanilla? Or is he now Shadow Milk?

⚔️ Dark Cacao Cookie as Lucy Harris ⚔️ Very stoic and headstrong, making sure he's capable in defending his own kingdom and its citizens. And also being there for his dear friends to protect them, especially Pure Vanilla who he has a crush on. On the night Pure Vanilla unwillingly became one with Shadow Milk, the latter of the two decided to target the warrior king first. Dark Cacao saw through his deceitful lies, and tries to help Pure Vanilla take control when he gets the chance. Unfortunately, Dark Cacao knows he needs to play this dangerous game. But he doesn't care if he crumbles from this, as long as his crush is safe from this alter-ego.

🏵️ White Lily Cookie as Emma Carew 🏵️ A sweet and caring cookie, who has a strong bond with Pure Vanilla. Even when many are indifferent towards White Lily for she used to be one with Dark Enchantress, he's still forgiving and understanding to her. White Lily is aware of the Origins of the Five Beasts, but still doesn't know the complete story. A reasonable amount at best, but not good enough to stop them. She's dedicated to helping all cookiekind out, especially the Faerie Cookies after Elder Faerie transferred his powers to her before he passed on. No matter what, White Lily will do her best to save Pure Vanilla from Shadow Milk's control. Just like when he did the same for her back then.

✒️ Clotted Cream Cookie as Mr John Utterson ✒️ The son of Light Cream and adoptive kid (more like eventual appointed consul) of Elder Custard. A cookie who allied himself with the Ancients in order to defeat Dark Enchantress Cookie, and learn more about Beast-Yeast. He doesn't know much about what Pure Vanilla is currently dealing with in terms of being one with Shadow Milk. Slowly but surely however, Clotted Cream noticed how much Pure Vanilla's been acting lately. For now though, he needs to focus on helping him and the other Ancients about this Beast-Yeast Situation.

🌙 Moonlight Cookie as Sir Danver Carew 🌙 A cookie who White Lily sees as some sort of mother figure, often going to her for guidance. Moonlight is one of the few cookies (other than Pure Vanilla) who's willing to open up and understand the given situation. Even so, White Lily wanted to tell Moonlight about the Vanilla-Shadow Ordeal. But Pure Vanilla himself doesn't want anymore cookies to get involved, afraid he might hurt them.

🦋 Elder Faerie Cookie as Simon Stride 🦋 White Lily's great friend, with a sort of friendly rivalry with Pure Vanilla in terms of winning over her affection. A calm, strong, and just ruler of the Faerie Kingdom. Trusting White Lily and those that's deemed close to her, all while he made sure that the seal on the Silver Tree is safe. So that the Five Beasts won't get free and cause havoc again. Unfortunately fate had other plans, as the Five Beasts broke free the moment the Silver Tree was broke and thus the seal opened. Elder Faerie sacrificed half of his life to revive White Lily, before giving his other half of his life to her before passing on into the afterlife.

#pure vanilla cookie #shadow milk cookie #dark cacao cookie #white lily cookie #clotted cream cookie #moonlight cookie #elder faerie cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #cookie run kingdom au #cookie run au #crk #dr jekyll and mr hyde #jekyll and hyde #recast #recast meme

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reality-detective · 11 months

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Calin Georgescu, former Executive President of the UN and Former President of the Club of Rome, reveals how Trump disrupted the timing of their plan which should have taken place in 2016 under Hillary Clinton’s Presidency.

“Donald Trump was a big shock. An accident”

“The pandemic should have happened in 2016. With water and food shortages planned for 2020 (…) These will now happen in 2025”

He then goes on to talk about pedophilia being the achilles heel of the ‘global oligarchs’.

But take note when he says: “Their system is almost down. They will not succeed.”

#pay attention #educate yourself #educate yourselves #knowledge is power #reeducate yourself #reeducate yourselves #think for yourself #think for yourselves #think about it #do your homework #truth shall prevail #the truth shall set you free #question everything #ask yourself questions

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constantly-deactivated · 1 year

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#pay attention #wake up america #wake up people #wake up world #wake the fuck up #wake up #did you know #do your own research #do your research #do your homework #exposing the truth #truth shall prevail #exposing evil #exposing lies #educate yourselves #educate yourself

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i-write-sometimes-maybe · 7 months

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Unbearable- Lesso X Never!Reader

Synopsis: It’s the final battle, and it all seems to go according to plan, but plans change.

Warnings: Hurt/No Comfort, reader can see/communicate with the dead, mentions of death/dying, talks of slaughter though no descriptions really used.

Word Count: 1.3k

A/n: This may not be the saddest most heart wrenching H/NC, but I can guarantee some of y’all will still be mad at me lol, I love you guys! And if this does well I might do a part two with a better/alternative ending.?

☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎☁︎︎

"And I shall slaughter you, just as I did her." You saw red whenever this man spoke, and you knew he was just trying to get under your skin.

Rafal had his arms outstretched, a wicked smile on his face.

As a Never, you adored the thought of Evil winning. But the way he treated your friends and your love, you'd do everything in your power to be sure that he doesn't walk the Earth.

But you knew something he didn't, you had the Excalibur. You smiled inwardly at the way his aggravating smirk faded as you revealed the sword.

It took everything within you to defeat Rafal. You had nearly collapsed from his strength, but you needed to prevail. Not for you, but you needed to win for Lesso. You needed her to know that love fights for you, not with you.

Ironically, you felt as if you could finally breathe once Rafal was lying on the floor, abdomen sliced open all thanks to you.

You were hunched over, the pain from your wounds and the absence of breath in your lungs was almost overwhelming. But you noticed something, something that helped you ignore it all.

You looked up to see the redhead, the amazing fierce Dean of Evil, looking around the disarrayed room before her eyes finally landed on you.

"We did it." Your words did nothing to hide the breathlessness and exhaustion you were feeling.

"No, you did it." She clarified.

You stood up and began walking to her as she made no attempts to walk towards you, "I'm so glad to see you. Everything I do, I do for you."

She smiled softly, "I wish there was a way to thank you for all you've done for me."

You looked in her eyes, "I just want to leave with you, to go anywhere but here."

"Darling-"

"We can now, we can do it! We can go and live our lives together."

"No, we can't."

You were beyond confused, to say the least, "What? Why not?"

"Darling, I'm not... I'm not here."

"No... NO! YOU CAN'T LEAVE ME. Where- where are you?" You stuttered as the realization hit you.

You knew your power was to be able to see and communicate with the dead, but you never thought it would be as cruel as it was to play this trick on you.

"I'm just in the corridor, I was on my way to you-"

You didn't let her finish as you ran out to her. You kept running, not caring that you still hadn't caught your breath and certainly not caring about your sore body.

You kept running until you saw a familiar figure, lifeless on the corridor floor. Your lip instantly quivered as tears silently fell down your face.

You slowly crept closer, afraid of the reality laid before you. But then she reappeared next to you.

You desperately wanted to face her, to see her as you remembered her but that's not fair. You knew that wasn't how things would get to be.

"I never wanted to leave you like this."

You couldn't believe that Rafal had actually spoken the truth, the cruel truth that you never wanted to face.

You were frozen in your spot, only just a few steps away, staring at what was once your lover. Her spirit beside you, broken at seeing how destroyed you currently are.

"Please, say something," Lesso pleaded, never has she seen you so defeated, so hurt, so lost at what to do.

But you knew just what had to be done.

"I have no other choice."

Lesso was confused but remained silent to watch you continue.

You hesitantly kneeled beside her, your heart breaking all over again as you saw her pale face even paler than you've seen before. No emotions to be found on her face, at this moment, your decision was solidified.

You pushed a strand of hair out of her face, placing it gingerly behind her ear.

Her spirit watched on, knowing she couldn't do anything to console you. She tried with words, but she knew that hearing her words while seeing her in the way she was, meant nothing.

You placed one of your hands on her head, and the other on her chest above her heart. The spirit's confusion only grew.

"What, what are you doing?" Lesso started to feel funny, watching as your eyes closed to stay focused.

"I never told you the extent of my powers." You spoke in just a whisper, knowing she'd vehemently disapprove of your move.

"Okay? You can tell me."

"I can not only communicate and see the dead..." You started to feel woozy, though you weren't in perfect health at the beginning of this you still knew it would work. "I can bring someone back from the dead as well."

"There's-" Lessos spirit felt woozy as well, almost as if she were glitching, and that's when she saw her body twitch the slightest bit. "There's something you're not telling me."

You sighed, not stopping this ritual, "I can only bring back one."

"W-why would you only be able to bring back one?" Though her spirit was fading, her body was getting stronger, it was clear to you both.

Just as it was clear to her that you were fading even more, more than her spirit was and faster than she seemed to.

"Because," Your breathing was labored and your body was feeling heavy. "It's your life, for mine."

Lesso's spirit kept fading and fading fast. But you didn't mind as you saw her body grow stronger.

"Then stop! Don't, please don't do this. It's not worth it!" If Lesso's spirit could cry, it would be balling.

"I don't want to live if I don't get to live a life with you."

Just as you collapsed on the ground beside your lover, her Spirit vanished and her eyes opened.

It all happened so fast, yet it's as if it were in slow motion.

Just as Lesso finally had the strength to sit up and take probably the deepest breath she'll ever manage, she looked over to you, her freshly beating heartbreaking at the sight of you.

Now, you were the lifeless one. Body limp on the ground with flushed features. Your heart no longer pumping, lungs no longer breathing.

"That was so stupid! Why, why would you do that for me?!" Lesso wanted to be angry with you, wanted to be mad at your decision. But she also knew that if she could, she would've done the same thing for you.

Lesso moved closer to you, her heartbreaking down to dust while feeling how rapidly your body was going cold. Though she was still weak, she still found the strength to pull you up on her lap.

"No... you can't leave me too. I can't do this without you. I don't know how..." She's holding your lifeless body, frozen in time.

She mimicked the same move you did, brushing some loose strands of hair from your face. She felt shattered, so broken her body couldn't bring itself to make tears, to make a sound. She wasn't only broken, she was frozen. She didn't look away from your face, not once.

Not when she felt residual pain from her injuries. Not when people came in to see the damage done. Not when Dovey came in to count the survivors and gasped upon seeing her friend entirely a shell of who she once was.

Nothing could take her attention from you.

Nothing else matters.

Not now, not without you.

She is but a bird without a nest, without you. Without you, she has no place, no home, and nowhere she truly belongs anymore.

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#hurt/no comfort #character death #fanfic #oneshot #charlize theron #lady lesso #lady lesso x reader #sapphic #leonora lesso #leonora lesso x reader #soft lady lesso #lesso x reader #lesso x dovey #lady leonora lesso

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y-rhywbeth2 · 4 months

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So, BG1 and BG2 Spoilers ahead:

Flicking through the original games again to check on certain lore points and also stopped on Sarevok's dialogues to make sure I'm not hallucinating, but nope.

Sarevok misremembers his past and his attitude towards Bhaal has changed. If he's supposed to be the same guy, then hey, Larian, you could've, I don't know... explored what the hell happened?? It would even be relevant to the themes of Bhaal's cult, indoctination, loss of will/identity and his shitty parenting?

I mean, I can kind of see where the whole "Durge, do what I failed to do so that Bhaal may live again through you" stuff came from, though I feel like they missed the mark a smidgeon (Sarevok seems a little too devoted to Daddy in BG3 from what I remember - he was not originally. Sarevok has no respect for Bhaal (dude's got twice the daddy issues of the typical Bhaalspawn), he's only interested in his power.):

Sarvok: "You are indeed family. No other could have lived to oppose me in person. Of course, it will not matter in the end. Ultimately I will prevail, and a new era will be born unto the realms." Charname: "You are mad! What do you hope to gain by resurrecting a dead god?" Sarevok: "Father Bhaal is dead, but the slaughter I will orchestrate will prove me to be the most worthy successor. It will raise his power from the ashes. The streets will run red with blood when my work is finished!" Charname: "Successor? Deities are not known for sharing their power willingly!" Sarevok: "Fool! I do not wish to RESTORE his power - merely to RAISE it! With the divine blood that flows through these veins, I shall assume control over that which he so foolishly lost! I shall BECOME Bhaal. THAT... is the only acceptable outcome. [...] Face me! Face the new LORD OF MURDER!"

Sarevok: "Fuck Bhaal, he didn't deserve his job, so I'm taking it."

As for the bitching about being resurrected against his will, oh he's so annoyed. How could his cruel sibling do this to him against his will???

UM, LARIAN???

Sarevok: "So. You have finally arrived. I have been waiting for you." Charname: "Sarevok?! Didn't I kill you for the last time in Hell?" Sarevok: "You did indeed... although that was no fault of mine. [...] I have done nothing but attempt to reform myself since."

Sarevok: "Regardless, I spotted [this pocket plane] forming and guessed at its purpose. So I came here and waited, kniwing that eventually you would come... and that then we could discuss my... deal." Charname: "What kind of deal? What could *you* want?" Sarevok: "What do you think I want, dear [sibling]? I wish to exist... I wish to be alive again. You can do that. The smallest fraction of your soul, my [sibling]... given freely, with the taint of our dead father within it. That would recreate my flesh, restore my mortality... Sarevok would live again!" Charname: "I killed you once before... what makes you think I would want to return you to life?" Sarevok: "I do not come to the table empty-handed, [charname]. You think me a fool? [...] I can help you. And that has its price."

Charname: "Forget it. I don't trust you." Sarevok: "As you wish. By all means, stroll about and examine what you will of your domain. Time passes and events move with them. I'm sure it will not take long even for you to realise the truth"

Basically, he holds you hostage in this tiny dimension and won't let you progress with the game until you share your soul with him and resurrect him.

Charname: "...I will restore you." Sarevok: "So I have cheated death! Thank you, dear [sibling]... no gift could please me more." ... Sarevok: "I live! Flesh and blood and bone! I am ALIVE! Ha ha ha ha ha! I swore I would scratch and crawl my way back into the world of the living... and I have done it! "Though my sword and armour have not appeared. No matter. Without the Bhaal essence to channel their powers, they are of little use. I shall make do without them, as I once did. Thank you, [charname]. I am pleased."

Oh, he totally didn't want to escape! See how mad about it he is! See how happy he was in the afterlife??

*muttering*

(Sarevok bitches about this in his journal and Solath manifests over his shoulder and whacks him over the head with her staff because excuse you?? After all that nagging??)

#look how they massacred my boy #and then didn't even do him the service of explaining why and exploring it properly #bg2 spoilers #bg3 #babbling #bg1 spoilers

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beyonddarkness · 1 year

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Sauron Unchained

Remember when Sauron mentioned "THAT first sunrise," on the raft in the Vision? (Not THE first sunrise. The sun already existed. He's talking about THAT first sunrise, after Morgoth was defeated.)

"When Morgoth was defeated, it was as if a great, clenched fist had released its grasp from my neck. And in the stillness of that first sunrise, at last! I felt the light of The One again. And I knew, if ever I was to be forgiven, then I had to heal everything that I had helped ruin" (1x08).

That sunrise was a pretty big deal.

Let's review this moment Sauron describes from The Silmarillion.

(Of the Voyage of Eärendil and the War of Wrath.)

Before the rising of the sun Eärendil slew Ancalagon the Black, the mightiest of the dragon-host, and cast him from the sky; and he fell upon the towers of Thangorodrim, and they were broken in his ruin. Then the sun rose, and the host of the Valar prevailed, and well-nigh all the dragons were destroyed; and all the pits of Morgoth were broken and unroofed, and the might of the Valar descended into the deeps of the earth. [...]

Then Morgoth was bound.

[...] Thus an end was made of the power of Angband in the North, and the evil realm was brought to naught; and out of the deep prisons a multitude of slaves came forth beyond all hope into the light of day, and they looked upon a world that was changed.

Those slaves who emerged were not the servants of Morgoth (like Orcs, Balrogs, etc.), but rather Elves, the likes of Gwindor, who were captured, imprisoned and enslaved, sent deep into the mines to dig.

But Sauron described his experience from their perspective.

Sooo... why?

"When Morgoth was defeated, it was as if a great, clenched fist had released its grasp from my neck. And in the stillness of THAT first sunrise, at last! I felt the light of The One again."

Some complain:

Why did the writers make it seem like Morgoth made Sauron evil, against his will?

-----They didn't.-----

Why did they change Sauron's character from liking Morgoth because of efficiency, to loathing him?

-----They didn't.-----

Why did they make it so Sauron only allied himself with Morgoth in order to survive?

-----They didn't.-----

They didn't change anything. They didn't even have to add anything. None of this came out of the clear blue just for fun. It's not even just for the sake of making the show.

Sauron manipulated Galadriel, but he did so with the TRUTH, making it easier for her to pity him than if he flat-out lied.

["And in the stillness of that first sunrise..."]

(Meanwhile, he talks about forgiveness.)

Galadriel: "No penance could ever erase the evil you have done."

Sauron: "That is not what you believe." [...] After our victory, you said that whatever I'd done before, I could be free of it now. [...] I told you the truth! I told you that I had done evil, and you did not care! Because you knew that our past meant nothing, weighed against our future. :D"

What is this 'trauma' he allegedly experienced? Sure, he was wary of the consequences of crossing Morgoth, but I mean ... he was the guy--Morgoth's #1--his right hand Maia--his most devoted servant. He would never do anything in disobedience or rebellion. Else how would he achieve such a status?

The implication of his tale is not that he was FORCED to Morgoth's allegiance, giving him this general fear that was finally lifted when Morgoth fell.

Something happened.

He made ONE mistake.

(And since Patrick said they're not in the business of pure Easter eggs, there's a REASON they showed this.)

In Sauron's most humiliating moment, being in the jaws of Huan, Lúthien told him "that he should be stripped of his raiment of flesh, and his ghost be sent quaking back to Morgoth; and she said: 'There everlastingly thy naked self shall endure the torment of his scorn, pierced by his eyes, unless thou yield to me the mastery of thy tower.' (The Silmarillion: Of Beren and Lúthien).

Before that, Sauron had it all. Unbeknownst to him at the time, he already had Beren (who had a price put on his head by Morgoth) IN HIS PRISON. But hearing Lúthien sing to Beren in the hour of Finrod's death, he sought great reward for bringing her to Morgoth. When his dying servant told him that Huan was there, he was like, Oh. I got this.

Things went sideways, and he had no choice but to yield to Huan, or face Morgoth's wrath... so he let them go.

As a result, Beren and Lúthien waltzed their way into Angband, stole a Silmaril (eventually) and escaped.

So, um...?

Charlie referenced what Lúthien told Sauron, when speaking about the 'clenched fist' line. His paraphrasing is quite unnerving, given that he knows what backstory we are going to see next season... and I don't know... but I would like to... and it makes me wonder.

"You can go whimpering back to your master and tell him that you've let me in. You've failed. You haven’t defended your kingdom." [...] I read from that this thing that Morgoth is so powerful and so scary, that it would've meant consequences for Sauron. - Charlie Vickers

Where exactly was Sauron after his failure? He dwelt in Taur-nu-Fuin for a while, but a lot of time passed between then and the end of the War. So...WHERE DID HE GO? Wouldn't the most devoted and powerful of all the servants of Morgoth be actively involved in the defense against the host of the Valar?? One might say things were trending upward for him...

...until Finrod, Beren, Lúthien, and Huan came along.

How long would it have taken Morgoth to find out that everything was Sauron's fault? How long would it have taken to hunt Sauron down, as he fled?

Not very long, I reckon.

[...] there must have been an element to their relationship where Morgoth was someone he feared at times, or someone that would punish him when he failed. [...] there must have been some truth in [the clenched fist] line. - Charlie Vickers

No wonder he described the end of the War as if he had been among the slaves who emerged from the deep prisons..."beyond all hope into the light of day"...reminiscing the first sunrise after the overthrow of Thangorodrim, and the great, clenched fist that released its grasp from his neck as a result.

In the Great War, he wasn't just sitting in a tree, or even in a back-up tower, watching from the side-lines.

He failed Morgoth.

Miserably.

And was punished for it.

No wonder he was missing during the War of Wrath.

"What do you know of darkness?"

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i finally got around to reading "Rappaccini's Daughter" by Nathaniel Hawthorne and now i have Dahlia Thoughts™

Rappaccini's Daughter, according to the Ace Attorney wiki, is where the inspiration for Dahlia's last name comes from. I read it with my Fandom Goggles on, and not to get too english class here, but....we're about to get pretty english class

For those of you who haven't read it, it's a gothic short story abt a medical researcher whose experiments with poisonous plants result in his own daughter, Beatrice, becoming poisonous. The man who falls in love with her slowly learns the truth about her nature and struggles to cope with it.

"Am I awake? Have I my senses?" said he to himself. "What is this being? Beautiful shall I call her, or inexpressibly terrible?"

A large portion of our MC's internal narration heavily revolves around the idea of one's appearance vs their nature. He refers to the garden as "an Eden of poisonous flowers". When he shuns Beatrice for what she is, she tells him that even though her exterior is poisonous, her soul is pure.

This is a direct contrast to Dahlia, who Phoenix refers to multiple times as an "angel". And, needless to say, her soul is quite the opposite.

But the one thing the story makes clear about Beatrice is that she is, at the end of the day, a victim of her circumstances - in the same way that Dahlia arguably is as well. The MC's realization of the truth comes like this: he realizes that because Beatrice has been raised in the presence of poison, she has become poisonous herself -> i feel like I don't even need to relate this back to Dahlia at this point, it kind of slaps you in the face.

Beatrice confronts her father, too, and asks why he inflicted this miserable curse on her; but he is adamant that he hasn't done anything wrong.

"Wouldst thou, then, have preferred the condition of a weak woman, exposed to all evil and capable of none?"

He claims it's anything but misery to be as terrible as you are beautiful, to have the power and strength against which no enemy can prevail -> does that not give you big Morgan vibes

At the end, she takes an antidote given to her, believing that it will cure her of her poison - but because she's been so inextricably tied w the poison, there's no curing her anymore.

To Beatrice,--so radically had her earthly part been wrought upon by Rappaccini's skill,--as poison had been life, so the powerful antidote was death

The comparisons to Dahlia are interesting, I think, in that the 'poison' can be used as a metaphor for literally anything else. If we stick with the whole 'you can't escape from your nature and whatever you are raised in the presence of is something you can't separate from yourself anymore', then in a way Dahlia is the exact opposite of Beatrice. One actively fights against and rejects her nature, isolating herself from the entire world, while the other accepts it wholeheartedly. It also can be used to draw further comparisons between Beatrice's father and Morgan: one purposefully molded his daughter to fit his desired image, while the other actively was not involved, but still led to the same end result.

Beatrice's tragedy is that she's aware of her poisonous nature and hates it. She tells Giovanni, her love interest, "I am poisonous! I am deadly! I am like the fatal basilisk that slays with a glance!" She's a prisoner of her father's making, a living weapon who longs for normalcy. Dahlia, on the other hand, embraces her poisonous nature. She uses her charm like a weapon, manipulating everyone around her. There's no longing for normalcy with her; she revels in the chaos she creates.

"Thou hast filled my veins with poison! Thou hast made me as hateful, as ugly, as loathsome and deadly a creature as thyself--a world's wonder of hideous monstrosity!"

And, unwillingly, Beatrice ends up passing on her poisonous nature to Giovanni - and now he's forced to live with this curse. What, then, does that say about Phoenix...?

#ace attorney #ace attorney meta #dahlia hawthorne #phoenix wright #morgan fey #aa3 #trials and tribulations #rappaccini's daughter #nathaniel hawthorne #i mostly did this in preparation for the 'dahlia is literally poison' fic i will write one day hehe #the draft for that fic is literally #“something something morgan feeds dahlia and iris poison so they become poisonous”#“they blame her for it and dahlia starts killing ppl because that feels like the only way she can take that power back”#and like a lot of notes about vishakanyas #especially because in mythology they were usually used as assassins 👀#dahlia unleashing her poison powers trying to assassinate mia and/or maya?#using her poison powers to kill diego instead of the poison in his coffee? 👀#also i didn't even add this bc it felt obvious but like....poison being dahlia's main weapon of choice in canon #nemali speaks

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bubblegum-blackwood · 1 year

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Homoeroticism in Carmilla:

- Laura about Carmilla: "[Her face] was pretty, even beautiful"

- Laura about Carmilla: "Her smile had softened. Whatever I had fancied strange in it, was gone, and it and her dimpling cheeks were delightfully pretty and intelligent."

- Laura about Carmilla: "I took her hand as I spoke. I was a little shy, as lonely people are, but the situation made me eloquent, and even bold. She pressed my hand, she laid hers upon it, and her eyes glowed, as, looking hastily into mine, she smiled again, and blushed. She answered my welcome very prettily."

- Carmilla to Laura: "I saw you - most assuredly you - as I see you now; a beautiful young lady, with golden hair and large blue eyes, and lips - your lips - you as you are here. Your looks won me; I climbed on the bed and put my arms about you, and I think we both fell asleep."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She sighed, and her fine dark eyes gazed passionately on me. Now the truth is, I felt rather unaccountably towards the beautiful stranger. I did feel, as she said, 'drawn towards her', but there was also something of repulsion. In this ambiguous feeling, however, the sense of attraction immensely prevailed. She interested and won me; she was so beautiful and so indescribably engaging."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She held me close in her pretty arms for a moment and whispered in my ear, 'Good night, darling, it is very hard to part with you, but good night; tomorrow, but not early, I shall see you again.' She sank back on the pillow with a sigh, and her fine eyes followed me with a fond and melancholy gaze, and she murmured again, 'Good night, dear friend.' Young people like, and even love, on impulse. I was flattered by the evident, though as yet undeserved, fondness she showed me. I liked the confidence with which she at once received me. She was determined that we should be very near friends. Next day came and we met again. I was delighted with my companion; that is to say, in many respects. Her looks lost nothing in daylight - she was certainly the most beautiful creature I had ever seen, and the unpleasant remembrance of the face presented in my early dream, had lost the effect of the first unexpected recognition."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She was slender, and wonderfully graceful. Except that her movements were languid - very languid - indeed, there was nothing in her appearance to indicate an invalid. Her complexion was rich and brilliant; her features were small and beautifully formed; her eyes large, dark, and lustrous; her hair was quite wonderful, I never saw hair so magnificently thick and long when it was down about her shoulders; I have often placed my hands under it, and laughed with wonder at its weight. It was exquisitely fine and soft, and in colour a rich, very dark brown, with something of gold. I loved to let it down, tumbling with its own weight, as, in her room, she lay back in her chair talking in her sweet low voice, I used to fold and braid it, and spread it out and play with it."

- Laura about Carmilla: "But no matter what my tactics, utter failure was invariably the result. Reproaches and caresses were all lost upon her. But I must add this, that her evasion was conducted with so pretty a melancholy and deprecation, with so many, and even passionate declarations of her liking for me, and trust in my honour, and with so many promises that I should at last know all, that I could not find it in my heart long to be offended with her. She used to place her pretty arms about my neck, draw me to her, and laying her cheek to mine, murmur with her lips near my ear, 'Dearest, your little heart is wounded; think me not cruel because I obey the irresistible law of my strength and weakness; if your dear heart is wounded, my wild heart bleeds with yours. In the rapture of my enormous humiliation I live in your warm life, and you shall die - die, sweetly die - into mine. I cannot help it; as I draw near to you, you, in your turn, will draw near to others, and learn the rapture of the cruelty, which yet is love; so, for a while, seek to know no more of me and mine, but trust me with all your loving spirit.' And when she had spoken such a rhapsody, she would press me more closely in her trembling embrace, and her lips in soft kisses gently glow upon my cheek."

- Laura about Carmilla: "In these mysterious moods I did not like her. I experienced a strange tumultuous excitement that was pleasurable, ever and anon, mingled with a vague sense of fear and disgust. I had no distinct thoughts about her while such scenes lasted, but I was conscious of a love growing into adoration, and also of abhorrence. This I know is a paradox, but I can make no other attempt to explain the feeling."

- Laura about Carmilla: "Sometimes after an hour of apathy, my strange and beautiful companion would take my hand and hold it with a fond pressure, renewed again and again; blushing softly, gazing in my face with languid and burning eyes, and breathing so fast that her dress rose and fell with the tumultuous respiration. It was like the ardour of a lover; it embarrassed me; it was hateful and yet overpowering; and with gloating eyes she drew me to her, and her hot lips travelled along my cheek in kisses; and she would whisper, almost in sobs, 'You are mine, you shall be mine, you and I are one forever.' Then she had thrown herself back in her chair, with her small hands over her eyes, leaving me trembling."

- Carmilla to Laura: "Sit down here, beside me; sit close; hold my hand; press it hard - hard - harder."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She looked languidly in my eyes, and passed her arm round my waist lovingly, and led me out of the room."

- "She rose, and each with her arm about the other's waist, we walked out upon the pavement. In silence, slowly we walked down to the drawbridge, where the beautiful landscape opened before us. 'And so you were thinking of the night I came here?' she almost whispered. 'Are you glad I came?' 'Delighted, dear Carmilla,' I answered. 'And you asked for the picture you think like me, to hang in your room,' she murmured with a sigh, as she drew her arm closer about my waist, and let her pretty head sink upon my shoulder. 'How romantic you are, Carmilla,' I said. 'Whenever you tell me your story, it will be made up chiefly of some one great romance.' She kissed me silently. 'I am sure, Carmilla, you have been in love; that there is, at this moment, an affair of the heart going on.' 'I have been in love with no one, and never shall,' she whispered, 'unless it should be with you.' How beautiful she looked in the moonlight! Shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled. Her soft cheek was glowing against mine. 'Darling, darling,' she murmured, 'I live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.'"

- Carmilla to Laura: "You do not know how dear you are to me, or you could not think any confidence too great to look for. But I am under vows, no nun half so awfully, and I dare not tell my story yet, even to you. The time is very near when you shall know everything. You will think me cruel, very selfish, but love is always selfish; the more ardent the more selfish. How jealous I am you cannot know. You must come with me, loving me, to death; or else hate me and still come with me and hating me through death and after. There is no such word as indifference in my apathetic nature."

- Laura: "Carmilla became more devoted to me than ever, and her strange paroxysms of languid adoration more frequent. She used to gloat on me with increasing ardour the more my strength and spirits waned."

- Laura about Carmilla: "She beckoned me to her with her pretty finger, in silence. Her face expressed extreme fear. I ran to her in an ecstasy of joy; I kissed and embraced her again and again.”

- General Spielsdorf about Carmilla: "In the meantime the young lady, whom her mother called by the odd name of Millarca, when she once or twice addressed her, had, with the same ease and grace, got into conversation with my ward. She introduced herself by saying that her mother was a very old acquaintance of mine. She spoke of the agreeable audacity which a mask rendered practicable; she talked like a friend; she admired her dress and insinuated very prettily her admiration of her beauty. She amused her with laughing criticisms upon the people who crowded the ballroom, and laughed at my poor child's fun. She was very witty and lively when she pleased, and after a time they had grown very good friends, and the young stranger lowered her mask, displaying a remarkably beautiful face. I had never seen it before, neither had my dear child. But though it was new to us, the features were so engaging, as well as lovely, that it was impossible not to feel the attraction powerfully. My poor girl did so. I never saw anyone more taken with another at first sight, unless, indeed, it was the stranger herself, who seemed quite to have lost her heart to her."

#j sheridan le fanu said lesbian rights #of course carmilla turns out to be a vampire which means she must be Evil and so they had to kill her #but like there was genuine romance between her and laura and the only predatory thing about it was the bloodsucking #which i wouldn't have minded if i was dating a hot vampire but you do you i guess laura #vampire #vampires #carmilla #carmilla karnstein #laura hollis #gothic literature #j sheridan le fanu

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