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inafieldofdaisies · 2 months

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5 Songs, 3 Outfits | Tagged by @clicheantagonist @marivenah @shellibisshe @onehornedbeast @voidika @nightbloodbix @g0dspeeed @corvosattano @amalkavian @carlosoliveiraa @kyber-infinitygems

Rules: Post 5 songs associated with your OC, followed by 3 outfits they would wear.

Power - Missy

Hellhounds howling for the heathens Fire wings, Salem, Madness reasons Taste the blood of the purest treason Hellhounds howling for the heathens Power, witch, so, so, so, so, so much power

Black Gold - Missy

You're like gold, black gold My kinda poison, I would do anything just for you to be mine

Doomsday - Kendra Dantes

When the world's in ashes, lost to all the havoc Raise our swords and fight till doomsday When the earth is severed, we will not surrender In this war, we'll fight till doomsday

Arise - CLANN

Thrown to pieces, ast to the wind From ashes we ascend Harken to me, hang on, this life's your own I'm right here beside you, you're not alone In darkness we shine Now place your hand in mine Arise

American Jesus - Nessa Barrett

Knees down at your altar, please don't fail me now You know all my secrets, American Jesus, baby, won't you take me to heaven tonight? You know you're my weakness, American Jesus, save me You're the greatest love of my life

Velvet World - Shiadanni

Just like the sun, I melt the snow Diva la Catrina, like a diva Strip down yourself, I'll tango with your love I'll be your medicina, your tequil I'll hide in your warm arm in the misty dawn Gentle, treat me like a piece of art

Jungle Type Love - Skylar

He's a psychopath and I like that, made a run for the famous triangle Bermuda Bark and I bite back Couldn't give him all my time, my service required Sun in my veins have all these desires

Daddy Issues - Skylar

Sinner in your shirt, attire illegal Take off that shirt, oh, we could stay for the night, we'll make the sequel Slutty in the satin sheets, then I'II leave you Bit of naked poetry for the people

Bad Bandit - Xana

Now she promised me her best in a bloody satin dress And i could see forever in her golden eyes My baby told me lies, I swear i'm gonna die But i ain't the one biting the dust tonight

Lethal Woman - Dove Cameron

'Cause she walks like a saint, floats like an angel Sharp like a knife under the table

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bestworstcase · 6 months

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While Dr. Merlot isn't really on your radar, I think it's still interesting just how much you can see the twisted gears of Ozpin's ideology just blending together with his perverse fascination with the Grimm.

Like, you can see his belief that the Grimm can be changed to benefit humanity, that the Grimm are certainly monstrous in appearance, but also clearly have some kind of beauty in their savagery that he whole-heartedly believes that he can harness to make them "worthwhile" to humanity. Kinda akin to how Ozpin thought at one point that Salem could be "saved" from her current state.

And just the raw arrogance and just the extent of the mis/disinformation about how "Grimm are mindless savage beasts" is there too, despite him frankly being one of the few people who would have had consistent interaction with them, and thus probably more opportunity than most raised in a God of Light-influenced society to actually recognize their capacity intelligence and sentience.

And much like many of Ozpin's other disciples, he became disillusioned with Ozpin after a time (granted, experimenting on Grimm is very different from "Ozpin lied and failed us repeatedly").

anon there is absolutely no way you could’ve known this but it is hysterical that you say merlot is not really on my radar bc he is. um. in all the ash burnt roses leave. HRGHKS

but yeah yeah exactly. he’s fucking fascinating in the way he talks about grimm—“perfect vessels” and in lusus naturae in particular, “grimm i will redeem,” “what nature warped/i will restore”—he really seems to harken back to older beliefs that grimm are “animals possessed by evil spirits, or perhaps the spirits of tortured animals themselves” and that colors how he sees them in relation to his work in such a fundamental way. they’re just ore to him. and as you point out he and ozpin are in this way much more similar than oz would care to admit, it’s just the subject of focus and the extremity of action that differs.

i didn’t much like the particulars of how grimm eclipse did merlot’s mad science if i’m honest—the ‘mutant serum super-grimm’ thing is frankly boring—but the way he talks about grimm, the general thrust of his song, the very fucking overt allusion to doctor moreau, and the thread of transhumanist ideology woven into the foundations of his research (his interest in AI and genetic research, the grimm being ‘vessels,’ his god complex, “building a better tomorrow” linking all this together) is sooo.

(he and salem are at diametrically opposed extreme ends of a spectrum and i think they would hate each other <3)

like video game bullshit (<- affectionate) mutant serum nonsense aside, the guy is looking at the grimm and seeing flawless savagery which he can ‘elevate’ and mold as he pleases, and he also calls them ‘perfect vessels’ so how close is he to “i’m going to upload my consciousness into a computer a grimm to live forever!” levels of deranged transhumanism. probably pretty close lmfao.

#i just think he’s neat

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tyo-mimt · 5 months

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4/36. @tmnt-event-blog

For the first time, Casey Junior experiences snow.

(a/n: this is where i begin to encounter the problem that is tumblr's lack of colour options)

"Sensei!"

Right, he was leading an expedition.

"Master Michelangelo!"

Patrol...

"Donatello!"

Was not to be disturbed for a while...

"Uncle Raph!"

The large snapping turtle came bounding toward him in large strides, stopping just short of bumping into Casey. "CJ! What happened?"

The boy grabbed ahold of his hand, walking toward the entrance of the base. "There's something out there... It's falling out of the sky..."

"Rain?"

"No, it's like... It's like ash, but white and cold," Uncle Raph's eyes widened at the explanation; Casey jumped on that, "You know what it is?"

"CJ!" He called out, wering a toothy smile, "It's snow!"

"Uncle Raph might..." He took ahold of the boy's hand, running toward the exit in large strides. There it was, the white fluffy substance littering the ground. Turning to the turtle, his concern shifted to glee. He started laughing, wearing a child-like expression as he hopped into the piles.

Snow... The boy mentally echoed the word, immediately being pulled over. He fell face-first in the white fluff, expecting to breathe in a rancid smell or feel something that burned; his skin instead felt cold and tingly. And not the kind he'd usually feel when there was an unpleasantly tenacious draft. It was nice, and the large smile on his uncle's face made it all the more magical.

Pushing himself onto his palms, he matched his uncle's laughter as he moved over to his back. Knowing what it was, it didn't feel as scary as he thought it would.

"I guess Uncle Raph's never told you about it."

"No one has told me about it!"

"Hehe, I hear someone's having a good time." Casey shot up to watch Commander O'Neil strut out from the entrance, Donatello trailing behind her.

"Donnie making a wrong guess? Don't make too many of those, we still need that big brain of yours," She teased, grabbing Donnie by the arm and dragging him into the open air.

"Aw, I knew I predicted the surprise too late!"

"You knew about this?"

He nearly fell, retorting by gathering up a ball of snow. He threw it in her face, and Casey could only watch and laugh as Commander O'Neil chased the softshell around with an even bigger wad of snow.

"No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place."

His head snapped to the other side as he watched Madter Michelangelo return, two other patrollers trailing behind. "Seeing this snowfall brings me back, it's good to see it again..."

Unceremoniously (and unexpectedly), the box turtle leaned back and fell down into the snow. His arms and legs flailed in a controlled motion in the ground, creating a small outline where snow was pushed aside (A snow angel, as Uncle Raph off-handedly pointed out).

"Aww, everyone's started the party without me?"

The chorus of footsteps through the thick snow grabbed Casey's split attention once more. Sensei returned, and judging by the look on his face and the load of wrapped resources he carried upon his shouders, the expedition must've gone well.

"Not our fault you came so late," Michelangelo teased, sitting up from the small pit he made for himself.

"But you came at the perfect time," Uncle added. Sensei handed his load to one of the survivors as they headed inside, some of the older stragglers talking among themselves about this phenomenon.

Just as the slider took a step forward, a ball of snow was thrown in his direction. Comically, he exhaled as snow fell onto the ground.

"Aww, Nardo!" Donatello called out, as if annoyed that he got in the way of his actual target.

"Hey! I'm the one with a face full of snow!" Sensei argued. Even then, there was that large playful grin on his face. He lowered himself to gather up a ball, and now two were chasing Donatello around.

It was all so childlike, harkening back to an age Casey never experienced. One he might never have experienced. He got lucky... It was sad to think about, but he was grateful he was even able to experience it.

#writing #rottmnt #tmnt holiday bingo #peppermint lane #rottmnt casey junior #rottmnt future raph #rottmnt future donnie #rottmnt future april #rottmnt future mikey #rottmnt future leo

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i-did-not-mean-to · 1 year

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October 27th

Haunted House

OOoooftiiii, this is a rather long and sad one...I am sorry...

Inspired by @cochart's beautiful art and the many people truly invested in this gen pairing...

@mismaeve a story about the husband you left lol I blame you for this one turning out so sad instead of fluffy LOL

Words: 872

Warnings: sadness, mention of canon-death

Humming to himself, Elrond Peredhel knelt by the river and closed his eyes; their enemy was getting ever stronger, and the fate of the whole world such as they knew it hung in the balance.

Hence why he had drawn the ghosts that haunted his house to the water to converse with them as best he could; here, in the shadow of the trees, he allowed himself to discard the heavy robes that symbolised his station and to tie up his hair in the simple braid he had worn in his childhood.

He tilted his face upwards to bathe in the light of the celestial luminary that had once been his father and his hands plunged into the cold waters of the stream; summoning memories he kept buried in his heart most of the time for fear of being incapacitated by his grief, he let them wash over him like showers of stars and flames now, welcoming the pain rushing through his system.

“Grant me strength and patience,” he whispered slowly and opened his senses to the world around him as much as to the dimensions beyond his reach. “Sky who has taken my father, sea who has swallowed my mother, fire who has engulfed Maedhros, and earth who has claimed my beloved brother, hear me in my hour of need and give back a fraction of what you’ve robbed me of.”

A dry sob tore itself from his spasming throat.

“If only this blessed Middle-Earth for which we are risking more than we can bear losing could rise in defiance to strengthen the arms and lighten the hearts of those devoted to it.”

He felt old now, worn and heavy like the coat that fearsome Fëanorian had wrapped around him and Elros when he had carried them away to safety, brittle and cracking like the strings of Maglor’s old harp that had fallen prey to roughhousing one fateful summer evening.

Celebrían had often chuckled that they lived in a haunted house but that it was besieged by loving memories; now, she was one of the spectres walking the empty halls alongside the parents Elrond still missed with all the intensity of a frightened orphan in the middle of an autumn storm.

Upon building his own home, he had insisted on open spaces even though it had been deemed unwise and unsound in the face of the lingering evil in the world; he had refused to explain in so many words that he could never forget how Maedhros had struggled with doors and what joy the young half-elven wards had felt whenever they saw that tall frame push through gauzy curtains instead – a platter of treats in his lone hand – crooked shoulder first, followed by the lopsided grin and the pain-bent frame of one who had been born with great purpose and who had seen all his glory burn to ashes.

How could Elrond have made anyone fully comprehend why – despite everything that had happened – he yearned to see the starlight fill the rooms and to hear the soft sighing of white wings on swift winds?

Galadriel understood, of course, for – in her youth, in another realm – she had been lulled to sleep by Maglor’s melodious voice, teasing his brothers mercilessly or singing a song that had just come to him, echoing through open halls and down doorless corridors.

“Harken,” he begged again fervently, “for I truly am in need of some solace tonight.”

A long-forgotten recollection stirred like cold smoke within his soul, and his fingers clawed themselves into the silty ground at the bottom of the river frantically.

Maedhros who was as tall as a tree

Maglor whose voice moved friend and foe

Celegorm who was wild and free

Caranthir and his tale of woe

Curufin his father’s shadow

Ambarussa precious twins of yore

They all shall reap what doom they sow

And hence shall be seen nevermore.

It was but a silly nursery rhyme made up by their captors – by their protectors, by their providers, by their fathers – in a rare moment of humour, but Elrond now hissed the words like a desperate prayer into the still night air.

“Blood of my blood, love of my heart,” he groaned, “bring back what I have lost and inhale into this aching body the strength and the faith of those who have gone before me.”

His parents had taught him that desperate times called for desperate measures, his foster fathers had shown him that loyalty and kindness were possible even at the bleakest of times, and his beloved wife had let him understand that physical absence was not a testament to lack of love.

“Let me be haunted then,” Elrond declared, straightening slowly and steeling his nerves, “let the deaths and departures that are etched into my skin harden into impenetrable armour. Let them come!”

Behind a thicket, an old creature with luminous eyes blinked; Maglor had not expected his little star to remember the empty words of regret and love he had offered the child like a veiled treasure.

“To war once more, you old wreck of a cursed Fëanorian,” he whispered to himself, clenching and unclenching an aching hand, “and then home. Ai, I shall finally be homewards bound.”

@fellowshipofthefics and we're going for the final sprint here...

Force and courage to all of you & of course, lots of love...

-> Masterlist

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torturedsideblogdept · 3 days

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I’m so sleep deprived, so this is truly a junk drawer post, but I��m not done talking about Taylor Swift and literary alchemy!!

Like can we just talk about the fact that the proper name for the alchemical process is magnum opus and how that term is commonly used to refer to an artist’s masterpiece that is most representative of them and their journey or the most important to them?

Is it possible that we’ll find that the title “The Alchemy” could be substituted by “The Great Work” or “The Magnum Opus”? That provides so much fuel for predictions about the song.

“Daylight” has been discussed as being connected to “The Alchemist” because of the mention of gold and to “Red” because of mention of red, but can we talk about how it specifically references ALL the colors of the three stages of alchemy in order (I once believed love would be black and white […] I once believed love would be burning red, but it’s golden”)?

And can we talk about the album colors and how they tie in to alchemy? If Reputation was the black stage, next comes white, right? But Lover isn’t white, even though that seems like the vibe it was going for—perhaps white was the stage Taylor wanted or believed it to be in her life and/or music career, but as the Apple Music “I Love You, It’s Ruining My Life” playlist tell us, Lover was mostly denial—nor is Midnights, which harkens back to the darkness. TTPD is the white stage—the purification and refinement (i.e., removing what doesn’t belong…just sayin).

What comes next, then? Either one (red, most likely) or two (yellow and red) final stages. Philosophically, the yellowing, cintrinitas represents an awakening, and the reddening/rubedo “stage entails the attempt of the alchemist to integrate the psychospiritual outcomes of the process into a coherent sense of self before its re-entry to the world” (Wikipedia). If it’s two, well, bring on the two ✌️ theories!

I think there probably are multiple correct answers here for how what’s to come next relates to alchemy, because it’s like that, and very layered (I mean, literary alchemy started as satire of alchemy before it became serious themes and tropes and story structures and the names of mentors in Harry Potter).

What speaks to me the most in regards to twos and alchemy is that she has two re-recorded albums to release to complete the Taylor’s Version project. Is Taylor’s Version her magnum opus, her hero’s journey?

If there’s just the one final alchemical stage to follow TTPD, will that yellow/red phase be the next new album and our mystery orange door? Whether or not the Karma theories have a factual basis, we know Taylor takes inspiration from fan theories, as most recently evidenced by the grief playlists. Could the concept of Karma—the orange (yellow+red) album that was waylaid by the blackening (Reputation) and burned down in the subsequent attempted whitening (Lover) which left us back at the dark stage (Midnights [leaving folkmore out because they’re not overall autobiographical and weren’t planned, so there wasn’t an intention to move/transform into the next stage, if that makes sense?])—be used by Taylor to represent that the end of this alchemical process is getting back on track for what she had planned before the Taylor Swift Is Over Party and/or Joe? Or, if that potential album indeed burned down completely with the rest of the Lover house, will whatever her next album after TTPD be rising in some way from those ashes?

Okay I’m officially deliriously tired now to where I can’t read what I’m writing as I write it, so I’m going to pause here tonight before my theories totally lose the plot, but please continue and add your thoughts/ideas!!

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doomedandstoned · 22 days

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VIGIL Offer Roaring Catharsis on EP ‘...And The Void Stared Back’

~Doomed & Stoned Debuts~

By Billy Goate

Nothing is worse than the emotional burden of hurt, loss, betrayal, and grief. It is often overwhelming, consuming thoughts and giving rise to depression and physical distress that can last for months, years, even a lifetime. Music comes as a welcome respite, as it not only identifies with our pain but offers an outlet for mourning, insight, perhaps even healing.

Thus, death-doom was born, a melding of death metal with doom metal that began with groundbreaking acts such as Paradise Lost, My Dying Bride, Katatonia, and Draconian in the 1990s and continues strong well into the second decade of the new century. A hallmark of this style is slowed down tempos, gruff vocals, double kick drumming, and plaintive guitars, with the genre expanding into melodic realms as well. To onlookers it may seem harsh, morose, even distasteful. However, to those in the throes of misery it can come as a welcome salve to the soul.

Today, we introduce you to the grim New Hampshire blackened death-doom crew VIGIL, which rose from the ashes of another Kingston area band: Onera.

Justin Christian (bass, guitar) and Craig Simas (guitar, synth) have aimed not only for a heavier direction than their previous project, but also something "beautiful and emotional." Dave Petillo (vox), Joe Davis (bass), and Brandon Phinney (drums) round out the formidable ensemble on the band's debut EP, '...And The Void Stared Back' (2024), which Doomed & Stoned is premiering.

"One of the original building blocks of Vigil was to be as heavy as we could," the band says, "This led to the decision to have two bass players. As the songs started to take shape and each member was putting their own touches to the arrangements, we realized quickly that we succeeded in our goal. Combining that with our love for post-rock, thrash, and progressive metal, Vigil is a showpiece for all our influences filtered through our ears, hands, and emotions. We take the listener down a dark road of sorrow and anger."

The four-track affair begins strong with one of my favorites of the record, "Descend To Extinction" -- a song that puts our mortality into perspective.

You must all face The truth of life We end in spite Of our strife All must pay A toll sometime Let our being Be a moment in time

A sanguine guitar lead greets, interlaced with dire growls personifying our great common enemy: Death. Juxtaposed to this is a melodic chorus with appealing vocal harmonies that address the cold, hard reality of human suffering. At 4:22 there is some arresting riffwork that harkens back to the metal glory days of the '80s. It feels as if the rushing winds of Fate are sweeping us away. The song closes with a return to the dissonant rhythms and the bittersweet riff of the start.

Next comes the "Words of a Dying Man". Rainy repeated chords set the stage and are soon contrasted with contemplative picking, spacey synthesizer, and dark octaves on the piano. This is accompanied by gnarling vocals and that both snarl and whisper. Emphatic bass and drums shake us awake from this dream state, and downtuned guitars embrace a return to reality.

After this, we're visited by "Erosion of the Soul". Gut-wrenching black metal vocals are reminscent of Enslaved and the tension increases with strumming chord progressions, tremeloes, and aggressive drumming. You can really feel the rumble of the dual basses here.

The pain you gave me rots inside I cannot tell you I can't believe The hatred still living blind I can't let it breed inside Spirits live fighting Right inside my head

"Convulse Ways From A World Beyond" finishes us off with a wild hailstorm of drumming, chugging groove rhythms, and flashes of dissonance, interrupted by some doomy moments on guitar that are genuinely moving. Twin guitars offer sorrowful strains that intersect and contrast. Solitary bass lines usher us to the EP's closing moments.

Vigil's ...And The Void Stared Back is available on compact disc, with singles available for download (get 'em here). Stick it on a playlist with Serpentine Path, Heavy Death, and Hooded Menace, and Marche Funèbre.

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herebegiants · 6 months

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‿︵‿✎ A Summoning Goes Wrong ✎‿︵‿

The woods were dark. The wisp-lights glowed from the mages’ upheld palms. The last bag of salt poured the rest of its contents to the ground, completing the circle.

The sorceress stepped forward.

“Right. You all remember what to do?”

The other hooded figures nodded.

“Good.” She waved a hand in the air, gesturing them off.

They spread out to the squares lining the circle. Runic symbols lay warped in the salt that stretched between them.

The sorceress took a deep breath and snapped her arms into the air. “Begin!”

The mages each raised their arms as they took up their various stances, their hands all parallel to the ground. A fluctuating chant rose among them.

Except for the sorceress, who stepped into the center of the ring.

“Hear me now, audience of the dead!” She raised her voice to the sky, her arms and wings stretched out to the four cardinal directions. “We summon you to our counsel - to our aid! Hear us, warriors of old and renown! And answer our call! We harken you to the realm of the living once MORE!”

With a grimace, she pulled back her robe to bare her leg. The dagger she held glinted wickedly under the moonlight before she dragged it down her skin.

The blood trickled to the ground, meeting the pale moon speckled salt. It flowed into it, mingling, and its dark hue spread.

The sorceress hurriedly threw a bandage over the wound.

Meanwhile what little had reached the grass grew into a stream, running down the paths of the salt lines and devouring the granules in its wake. The blood consumed the entire circle and all the details it contained, except for the squares of salt that each mage stood in.

The ground at the sorceress’s feet cracked. Clumps of earth and grass sunk down, swirling into a whirling vortex. The sorceress took to the air, hovering with awe as she stared at the gateway to the depths. To the underworld.

And a shout of a soldier rang out through the trees.

“YOU THERE! STOP!”

The mages spun around. An entourage of animals came pouring in - flocks of birds and a pack of wolves - each of which carrying riders. Troops of soldiers dressed in armor, carrying steel and iron blades, surrounded the circle. The mages turned on their heels, their arms up at their sides as they readied to cast spells.

Except for one of them. One of the mages breathed a sigh, stepping forward towards the snarling beasts.

“It’s about time you showed up! Gods above, you were almost too late! Well…” He cast a glance over his shoulder to the others. “Almost.”

“Ash!? What’s happening!?” The sorceress gasped. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!”

Ash sneered at her as soldiers jumped from their mounts. “What’s it look like I’ve done!? This has gone on long ENOUGH! It’s about time things change around here, and I will do my part to not let ANYONE stop it!”

The soldiers drew their pole arms on the mages.

Nick gulped, stepping back from the spear point at his nose.

“After everything we’ve done…” the sorceress’s voice broke with the weight of a growing sob. “You would throw it all, away-“

“For something BETTER?” Ash growled, slicing a hand through the air. “For a CHANCE in this world!? YES! Time and time again, YES!” He squared his shoulders. “You are trapped, Mother-Mage. Trapped in the confines of an outdated life! The world changes, and so must WE!” He looked to the soldiers, flicking his head to the side.

They took a collective step in.

The sorceress took one last look at her students and dove into the vortex.

Ash gasped, his face paling. “NO!” He shoved past the soldiers, dropping to his knees at the edge of the pit - its depths descending into an impenetrable void of shadow.

Nick glanced over his shoulder. And he bolted.

He leapt into the air with a pump of his wings and dove straight over the traitor’s head, plummeting into the void after her.

Ash’s roar of outrage followed behind him, his expression turning to a snarl as the feathers disappeared. He lashed back towards the soldiers, jabbing a finger between each of them. “DON’T LET ANYONE OUT OF YOUR SIGHT! And if ANYTHING, ANYONE COMES OUT OF THAT PIT - KILL THEM!”

Meanwhile, for Nick, gravity had stopped.

Sound had stopped.

Time itself seemed to have stopped.

All was void.

Nick beat his wings, but nothing happened. He reached out his arms, but felt nothing. He tried to conjure the wisp-light… it never showed.

He was in a sea of darkness. And there seemed no beginning, end, or exit.

His breath - which, somehow he was still breathing - caught in his throat.

“H… Hello?”

His voice echoed out in the darkness, growing fainter and fainter. Only with the far off distance did it seem to end. But even then, it was probably just too far off to hear.

This place was empty. Completely and utterly - empty.

An eerie hollow feeling grew in his stomach.

“HELLOOOOOoooo?”

The sound rippled out once more.

“Nick!” The sorceress’s voice called back.

Nick snapped to attention, turning every which way to find the source.

“I-I’m here! But… where are you?”

“Nick I’ve found it!” The sorceress answered not a beat after, as though she might not have even heard him. Her voice echoed in a laugh, the tired strain unveiling her age. “I have the Summoner’s Charm!”

Nick jerked back as something brushed his hand in the starless sea of night. What felt like his mentor’s wrinkled fingers unfurled his own, placing in them a cold, smooth, stone-like sphere. The thread of a chain extended from either end. Her hands rolled his closed, holding them firmly with a pat on his fist.

“Go. Go and save our city!”

Nick frowned with concern in the darkness. “You… say that like you’re not coming with me.”

Finally, a pause. She did hear him after all. “I am not long for this world, young man. But this… This is where I’m destined for to start with.” He could hear her smile on her last sad words, her defiantly youthful voice now resounding with its true age. “What’s the point in going back now? I couldn’t possibly be of much help in what’s to come.”

Nick tightened his fist on the charm as her hands left his. A tear rolled invisibly down his cheek.

“Now now, don’t cry.”

He felt a hand brush his face.

“I’ll be safe and sound here.” She continued, breathing a sigh. “I suppose you can’t see it, can you?” She tutted. “Just goes to show it’s not yet your time… Go. Help the others. Don’t let them meet their times before it is meant for them.”

A pair of hands grabbed hold of Nick’s arms, pulling him forward before shoving him back, sending him reeling through the darkness. His limbs flailed and his wings flapped as he instinctively tried to find his balance.

“Keep a brave face, my young student!” The sorceress’s voice echoed out from the growing distance. “Stand your ground! Your trial will not last forever! I promise you!”

Nick reached towards the sound as he continued to spin in the shadows. “Goodbye, Miss Lark!” His voice cracked with a tear. “Goodbye! And thank you! Thank you for everything!”

Though he couldn’t see a thing, he knew she’d be waving farewell, somewhere out there in the starless sea.

Then armored hands clamped down on Nick’s shoulders. He found himself being heaved up into the grassy forest clearing. The grips spun him around as the clumps of earth reversed their paths through the air. The torn grass roots crept back together with slithering creaks from behind his back.

But what got his attention were the bodies.

Several mages lay motionless on the ground, splatters of red on and around them, their arms and legs bent mid run into the circle. One of them had a dagger beside their lifeless hand.

Ash only looked to them with disdain as he brushed his hands clean. The soldiers were still settling back to their ready stances; the pole arms dripping with blood.

Nick’s eyes darted over the figures, a glare brewing on his face, before he landed on Ash.

“Youuuu monster!” Nick spat. “You MURDERER!” He lunged for him, only to be violently lurched backwards and shoved to the ground. The hands on his arms and shoulders shuffled as the soldiers set a pair of cold metal cuffs over his fists and clicked them tight.

Ash shrugged, calmly waving a hand. “It was their fault. And yours too, honestly. If you hadn't run for it into that gate, who knows if they might not have made their move as well.”

Nick’s expression nearly melted for a moment. He shook his head, reinforcing the glare he shot at everyone nearby. “You’re going to regret this…” he sneered, fixing his gaze on Ash once more. “You and everyone involved in this damned coup!”

The standing mages exchanged wary glances. Ash wagged his head with a smirk as he strolled closer.

“Now that - APPRENTICE - I would like to see!” He turned to the soldiers. “Good work! Take them all to the dungeons.”

Nick and the other mages were hauled to their feet and dragged over to one of the wolves, whose saddle held barred cages to its sides. Nick scowled, baring his teeth and batting his wings with rage. He could do nothing to quell the anger that crackled under his skin. But one thing held him from lashing out there and then - the Summoner’s Charm, still in his grasp. He tightened his fists. No one would see it past the iron half-spheres of the cuffs.

»———— ✯ ⋅. 𝄞 .⋅ ✯ ————«

Nick grunted. The cuffs held fast.

“Save it, lad.” A rough old voice sighed from the next cell over. “Ain’t no escapin’ here.”

Nick huffed. “I’m not trying to escape… just… AGH!” he growled, falling back onto the dusty stone floor. His struggles only made the locks on his wrists tighten. “I just, need, a hand.”

Chains clinked from beyond the wall.

“With what exactly?” The old man asked.

Nick frowned. “Not a hand, my hand!” He paused, an idea coming to him. He stood to kick against the bars. The clanging bounced off the massive cavern walls. “GUARD! GUARD!”

A gasp sounded from behind the other stone wall. Chains rattled as prisoners jumped from the sudden noise.

“What’re yeh DOING?!” The prisoner on his other side hissed.

“What’s it look like?” Nick whispered back. “GUARDS! HEY!”

“WHAT?!”

Clunking footsteps stomped their way from around the corner. The guard, dressed mostly in light armor, dropped the butt of the spear on the ground with a glare. “What do you want?!”

Nick clenched his legs together, hopping on one foot. “I-have-to-go-to-the-bathrrrooom!” He sucked the air in through his teeth. “Is there anything I can use? I don’t suppose you’d let me outta here for that, huh? Can I get some help with these?” He turned enough to show the cuffs at his back. “Unless you wanna help me with, ah-hem…” He tilted his head to the side with a meaningful look.

The guard pulled back with a grimace. “Yeaaah, that’s not happening. He turned and walked away.

Nick dropped the act, blinking. “HEY!” He pressed his face to the bars, barely catching a glimpse of the guard’s back as he moved out of sight. “Hey what am I supposed to DO then?! I’ve still gotta gooo!”

“Piss in your trousers, for all I care!” The guard shouted back. “We ain’t taking those cuffs off yeh, MAGE!”

The footsteps drifted away in the distance.

Nick grunted with disappointment.

“Are you really a mage?” The old man’s voice asked.

Nick turned to his cell, his face still pressed against the bars. A bit of the old man’s face stared back, his hair grey, scruffy, and balding; his expression hopeful.

“Yeah.” Nick answered.

“So… so you might actually have a way out of here?”

“Oi, really?” The other voice croaked.

Nick turned with the shuffle of chains from the cell to his right, seeing a younger, no less roughened face try to peer from the bars. The new pair of eyes sported slit pupils and a yellow tinge.

“Yeh could get us outta here too, then?”

Chains shuffled from overhead and below as well, as other prisoners leaned and shifted to better eavesdrop.

Nick anxiously licked his lips. Now he had an audience.

“Mm… Maybe…” He hesitated. “I’m not sure yet.”

The second prisoner scoffed and disappeared back into his cell. Low groans came from all around as the unseen prisoners shuffled back.

Nick breathed a long exhale of relief. He frowned at the old man, who still stood at the bars. “Do they really not let you take leaks?”

The man arched a brow and shrugged. “Well most of us don’t have those particular cuffs on, either.” He held a hand up to the bars without having to turn around, revealing only a thick circlet around his wrist and the start of a chain. “But you… You’ve been taught ‘the arts’. Your hands are weapons in and of themselves...”

“And it’s too much of a risk.” Nick nodded. He frowned to himself. Then he took a deep breath and smiled. “Guess I’ve got a time limit then, don’t I?”

The man breathed a weary laugh.

Nick paced back into his cell. The rank stench of the place made so much more sense now. He flopped against the back wall, letting his head rest as he stared up at the ceiling in thought. His fingers shifted the Charm thoughtfully in his fist.

#reupload #HereBeGiants first draft

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vixlenxe · 1 year

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YOU DIED

What loot items do you drop?

COMMON: Daka’s Bell. This ball joint, used to connect mechanical limbs together, is shaped almost like a bell. Though it may seem dainty, it can be used to carry an unimaginably large amount of energy. If connected to one's arms, then one will lose all feeling in them. And all strength in one's legs will dissipate if such joints are connected to them. Connect this joint to one's skull... Ah, hatred, pain, madness, pride — none of these will be washed away. Most fortunate.

UNCOMMON: Puppet Strings. Tubes that were inserted into the mechanical puppet's back. The colors that flow within them are sometimes dull, & at others, vibrant. The contrast is so great as to be fearful. They provided power to the mechanical puppet, & at the same time served as its strings, controlling it & binding it. Once the support of these tubes is lost, the puppet becomes as weak as a newborn infant, barely able to even move.

RARE: Wide Brimmed Hat. A hat from a far away foreign land, harkening to the days of old culture. Ideal to wear when the weather seems foul, as it’s wide brim protects it’s wearer from rain, snow & sun. The tassels on the side & veil flow easily in the wind, & it jiggles ever so slightly with the presence of bells upon it. Despite it’s age, it’s condition is superb, as if still new. It must have been well cared for indeed.

ULTRA-RARE: Electro Gnosis. The Stolen Gnosis of the Electro Archon, the leader of Inazuma. After creating The Shogun puppet as her vessel, the Archon deemed the Gnosis unnecessary & a possible risk to her rule, so entrusted it with a dear friend, whom later traded for the life of one most valued. The elemental power within this small item is so outstanding, it feels like it shouldn’t be possible. The havoc such a little thing may cause is frightening. You feel like you should not be holding this. It doesn’t feel like it’s yours.

LEGENDARY: Ash Covered Heart. A glass heart, peeking out from a small pile of ashes. It’s is cracked & worn, colored in black & red, beaten & abused, shallowed in grief. It’s barer has seen much. “Once more... I have lost my heart. It hurts.... My skin feels like it’s on fire...” “... Burning me alive... turning me to ash...”

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#[It's all Fun and Games] Dash Games and Quizzes #[The Stars; The Sky; All just a Gigantic Lie] Scaramouche; Aesthetics #v!the sixth harbinger of the fatui(pre-archon quest)#*does scara after his boss fight because ANGST*

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necrosin · 6 months

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if THE SOURCE had been overwhelming then the first was —— exhausting. the sheer concentration of pure light / disseminated, now, because of the warrior of light ( should the stories be believed, and of course the stories shall be believed when they are told and retold and told again by any that they come into contact with ), but still far more light than she has ever encountered in recent memory. the amount of it, the thickness of it in the air —— it threatens to stifle her, like a claw at her throat / she is more voidsent than not, after all / the differences in AETHERIC BALANCE or whatever it is that y'shtola goes on about when discussing academia that goes entirely over her head feeling as though they demand something from her for her continued existences, but ——

it's not lessened, precisely, with the absorption of light ( burning, burning, threatening to turn her to nothing but ashes, light revolting inside of her until it didn't, anymore ) but the exhaustion seems to have lifted, the intensity decreased : in no small part due to ryne.

a kind, sweet girl. an earnest girl, who wants for nothing more than to fix her home, to set it to rights, she's —— there's a strange pang in her chest, when she looks at @spirestar / she's not wholly certain where, precisely, it harkens from, simply that it is and there's a certain ( ... ) fondness? fondness. what is fondness? what are any of the emotions that she has begun to feel, as of late? sometimes it's as though she is experience reality through a haze, through a fogged mirror, through —— the eyes of another, not her own, and yet. and yet.

cooking is something that she's not wholly familiar with, yet. sustenance via aether does not require cooking or seasoning or anything of the sort : food in radz at han had piqued her interest enough, apples and other fruits as well, but the action of cooking is strange. unnatural, almost, as she cuts the vegetables as ryne requested, movements clumsy and strange. it's far easier to swing her blade and fell a beast than it is to chop a tiny little vegetable even smaller, pieces and bits misshapen and odd. but, they're cut, so. ❝ here, ❞ she slides the ( ... ) cutting board, if she recalls correctly, closer to the girl / glances around her home, this little apartment with cute things, yet with pieces and shreds that seem inconsistent with ryne, if she has any minimal, bare understanding of the girl.

AS IF OTHERS HAVE LEFT THEIR MARK ON THIS PLACE?

❝ do you require further assistance? ❞ she has no idea where the warrior of light has disappeared off to, simply that they said they would be right back and : HERE THEY ARE. cooking, apparently. not that she begrudges time with ryne —— the girl is a point of curiosity, the purity of her light fascinating, the whole of her existing as if in contrast to the mostly voidsent she's welcomed into her home. something like fondness, something like ( ... ) protectiveness? she has no idea.

NONVERBAL PROMPTS. —— ∗ 17﹕ sender and receiver cook together.

#ZERO，in char.#spirestar #spirestar : ryne.#zero vc i've had ryne for 5 hrs and if anything happened to her i'd kill everyone in this room and then myself #( if she had any ref for her feelings anyways )

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bruiisedpetals-a · 8 months

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though regnarra is a fair-fair haired person, she isn't ever mistaken for lannister or targaryen. lannister blonde harkens to a brilliant gold, or warm brilliance in general. targaryen 'blonde' is a brilliant silver, close to platinum, with cool-toned brilliance as its feature. regnarra's hair, though pale + blonde, resembles a mix of pale beach sand, crystalised salt, and an ashen, washed-out white; like a mix of well-burned cinders. there is no brilliance to her hair; it, like her eye colour, is muted and understated; no part of regnarra is akin to a precious, flimsy metal; she crafted from earth and seas, of nature's base furies.

... if their crowns are of gold and silver, regnarra's crown is that of ashes, salt, and iron dust.

#v. a blessed salt death ⋯ life #v. a blessed salt death ⋯ vis #( im feeling hc-y atm pls excuse )

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wardencommanderrodimiss · 1 year

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Well, I just spent a few hours on this. Thanks, ADHD Hyperfixations. Anyways, here’s the general ages I came up with for the Three Frats AU relative to the 3H cast’s ages in the academy phase. Some are canon, others are modified canon, and others are straight up vibe guesses. I didn’t include any of the shapeshifters on here since they’re up in the air.

31+ - Vaida, Renault, Saber, Valbar, Gregor, Basilio, Flavia, Volke, Reina, Yukimura, Shura, Gilliam, basically anyone old enough to have their own kids or just obviously older than 30 something 30 - Arvis, Uther, Oswin, Hawkeye, Deen, Miriel, Libra, Shinon, Azama, Arthur (Fates) 29 - Aida, Pent, Louise, Dorcas, Isadora, Harken, Karla, Zeke, Stefan, Izana, Emmeryn, Gerik, Tethys 28 - Claud, Bartre, Natalie, Mathilda, Kamui, Fredrick, Virion, Sigrun, Gatrie, Xander, Saizo 27 - Beowulf, Lucius, Canas, Farina, Legault, Clive, Robin, Say'ri, Bastian, Heather, Tanith, Ryoma, Kagero, Scarlet, Glen (FE8) 26 - Balthus, Arden, Hector, Rath, Leila, Geitz, Karel, Lloyd, Linus, Sully, Cordelia, Kellam, Lon'qu, Calil, Rhys, Camilla, Orochi, Setsuna, Niles, Nyx, Benny 25 - Sigurd, Eldigan, Quan, Naoise, Ayra, Lewyn, Chulainn, Eliwood, Kent, Raven, Matthew, Dart, Fiora, Python, Forsyth, Sonia, Chrom, Vaike, Stahl, Cherche, Zihark, Lucia, Hinoka, Beruka, Peri, Joshua, Saleh, Cormag 24 - Edain, Brigid, Alec, Jamke, Lex, Sain, Lowen, Lukas, Leon, Jesse, Sumia, Gaius, Tharja, Geoffrey, Oscar, Jakob, Effie, Charlotte, Seth 23 - Deirdre, Tailitu, Azelle, Midir, Erinys, Wil, Heath, Ursula, Palla, Maribelle, Olivia, Henry, Kieran, Makalov, Kaze, Azura, Natasha, Glenn (3H), Rennac 22 - Mercedes, Lachesis, Lyn, Florina, Luthier, Lissa, Aran, Nephenee, Felicia, Flora, Rinkah, Silas, Syrene 21 - Jeritza, Byleth, Sylvia, Serra, Erk, Priscilla, Tatiana, Conrad, Ricken, Elincia, Marcia, Astrid, Boyd, Leo, Takumi, Oboro, Hinata, Artur, L'Arachel 20 - Hubert, Hapi, Catria, Atlas, Ike, Fiona, Jill, Mia, Lute, Innes, Knoll 19 - Sylvain, Yuri, Leonie, Finn, Dew, Guy, Rebecca, Silque, Berkut, Rinea, Fernand, Donnel, Pelleas, Ilyana, Tormod, Hana, Subaki, Mozu, Erika, Ephraim, Colm, Niemi, Forde, Kyle, Lyon 18 - Dorothea, Dedue, Raphael, Lorenz, Hilda, Constance, Monica, Jaffar, Gray, Faye, Clair, Mist, Soren, Hayato, Vanessa, Tana 17 - Edie, Dimi, Claude, Bernie, Ferdie, Felix, Ingrid, Marianne, Ignatz, Alm, Tobin, Celica, Mae, Sothe, Laura, Sakura, Elise 16 - Caspar, Linhardt, Ashe, Annette, Nino, Est, Boey, Genny, Leonardo, Meg, Ross 15 - Lysithea, Petra, Kliff, Edward, Franz 14 - Cyril, Oifey, Amelia, Ewan 13 - Delthea, Sanaki, Shannan

You entering a trace and emerging with an age list of (I presume) every FE that you’ve ever played. It happens. I get it. (I do have to point out that Saizo and Kaze are twins, so maybe we split the difference on their estimates? 25? 26?)

Mostly however I am going to be thinking about the 13-year-olds tier. There is such powerful energy there. I don’t know what’s going to happen if you put the three of them in the same room, but I know it will be happening, and there is no force on all the continents that could stop them if they put their mind to something.

#submission #three frat houses au

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inafieldofdaisies · 8 months

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(WIP) Music Monday | Tagged by @josephseedismyfather and @simplegenius042 ❤️

Trace me like a pen on paper I can be your record player Pouring rain in January Sweeter than a bowl of cherries All alone now You can take control now Undress all my secrets for you So you know that I adore you You got the gun, cinnamon sun

now this one is pretty much interchangeable for them, and John and Sabrina, I would say. Though, the red, cherry visuals and symbolism overall definitely makes me think more of Mer (who for sure would be the type to tie a Maraschino cherry into a knot with her tongue and go: "Look, Jacob". She has many talents, some are a bit useless in the Reaping, if not to scandalize Joseph... :D)

Off the deep end, you've fallen Arise, Arise, Again Thrown to pieces, cast to the wind From ashes we ascend Harken to me Hang on This life's your own I'm right here beside you You're not alone In darkness we shine Now place your hand in mine Arise

Y'all, I know it's a long song (most of CLANN's are, but so worth it too), but listen past 4:20, especially when the "From ashes we ascend" note hits - CHILLS.

He’s turnin’ all those heads Makin’ lots of unmade beds Rush blush, like fallin’ in love Can’t stop, can’t get enough Temperature's risin’ all eyes on him They call him Mr. Fahrenheit Makin’ rounds every night He don’t miss a beat, he’s crankin up the heat Feel those heart rates spike

In honor of Cal's number being on every coaster in the Spread Eagle. :D Plus, fire aesthetic, yes.

Tagging @direwombat @chazz-anova @aceghosts @jillvalentinesday @strangefable @socially-awkward-skeleton @madparadoxum @nightbloodbix @stacispratt @cassietrn @josephslittledeputy @trench-rot @adelaidedrubman @poisonedtruth @shegetsburned @thesingularityseries @florbelles @purplehairsecretlair @voidika @theelderhazelnut @unpetitoiseau @unholymilf @euryalex and anyone that would like to do the tag ❤️

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writernopal · 6 months

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Thrown to pieces Cast to the wind From ashes we Ascend

Harken to me Hang on This life’s your own I’m right here beside you You’re not alone

In darkness we shine Now place your hand in mine Arise

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If I had to pick a main theme for AASOAF 3 and the AASOAF series as a whole it would be this one. It perfectly encapsulates the stories and growth of the main cast and has that haunting, sad quality of their realities baked into it. AASOAF is a romance series but it is also a tale of growth, self-love, and the changing shades of people in a world as uncertain as Oepus. Most of all, it's a reminder that no matter how alone we feel, we always have someone we can turn to. There is always light in the darkness and if we reach for it, it will reach for us.

I cannot put into words how special this story is to me and even though I'm happy that I'll finally be giving it the conclusion it deserves, I'm sad to be closing out the series. Its struggles, world, and characters saw me through a very difficult time in my life and seriously altered the course of my existence. I don't know where I'd be without it but what I do know is that I can't wait to share it with you all 💙

AASOAF 3 Taglist: @outpost51 @thelivingdeceased @faelanvance @captain-kraken @illjustpretend @elshells @writeblr-of-my-own

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#aasoaf #aasoaf 3 #music #personal

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marvelousmagicalaura · 2 years

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Thoughts on Mistborn: The Final Empire

I don't know how to handle long Tumblr posts about my hyperfixations but here we go lmao.

That was an incredible two-month long experience. I never thought I would be willing or able to finish a 600+ page book, but Sanderson made it possible. Even more amazing since this is the first novel I've read for leisure since middle school. I am still shocked about what happened in the climax, and I have so many thoughts, questions, and a few nitpicks.

Strengths:

Vin and Kelsier: These two were definitely the highlight characters. They had extremely interesting arcs, and have an incredibly heartwarming and inspiring dynamic. Vin is very relatable and was a joy watching her gain confidence, trust the crew, and find love in Elend. I've recently felt like I'm too afraid to take chances, or to express my emotions, or even to form a deep bond with someone(romantic or platonic). I want to be stronger than I am. I could see Vin within myself and wanted to see her grow as a person and Allomancer. But I also fell in love with Vin's flaws. She always lost sight of herself as Valette, and it made her arc that much more memorable. Kelsier is probably my favorite character between the two. As the book progressed he definitely expressed darker traits, like pitting Demoux and Bilg against each other using Allomancy, or making a religion out of himself, but I still admired his goals and understood them. His ideology, shades of gray, and ability to keep smiling and hoping and inspiring others tore through my pessimistic heart. Many of his quotes now stick with me, I will miss him very much.

The magic system: Whenever I heard about Sanderson, his hard magic systems were always brought up as a pro. I am glad to say those claims ring true. Allomancy is an incredible magic system that harkens back to the boundless praise I give Hunter x Hunter's Nen. It is logical, consistent, each metal has strengths and weaknesses, it connects back to the worldbuilding, and I expect it to get deeper as the series goes on. Allomancy exposition was subtle, dense, and easy to understand. Feruchemy is a fascinating system and I am shocked at how it connected to the Lord Ruler.

The action: The Final Empire's action scenes remind me of an anime or a top-quality Western action cartoon. They were all fluid, tense, vivid, and Kelsier vs Inquisitor might be one of my favorite fights ever. For me, it is one of my main reasons it should be adapted into an animated series.

The worldbuilding: Scadrial has to be the best world I have seen since Gargoyles. From the gothic and ash-coated landscape of Luthadel, the hollow vibe of the mists, the persecution of the Terris people and skaa, the mystery and tragedy of the epigraphs, and Allomancy's connection to the Empire's structure. I never got bored learning about the Empire or the logbook. It helped me root for Kelsier's crew and desire the Lord Ruler's downfall, and drove me to learn about ancient Scadrial's mysteries.

The prose: It might have been simple, but sometimes simple is the best way. Sanderson's simple prose made The Final Empire's cluster of information easy to digest and memorize, and the fights very memorable.

THE SANDERLANCHE: Heard about this term in my previous Mistborn posts... OH MY GOOOOODDD!!!!! The Sanderlanche flipped my expectations at a 180 degree angle and shattered them with a pewter-enhanced obsidian axe. The glorious fights, the incomprehensible dread of the Lord Ruler, the simultaneous red herring and success of the Eleventh Metal, the twist with the Hero and the packman.... Not forgetting this anytime soon. I could gush about it all day.

Weaknesses:

The side characters: Kelsier's crew members were not bad. They were fun and I appreciate their love for Vin and Kell. But aside from Sazed, and Elend on the other side of the spectrum, they were not memorable. I hope the next book fleshes them out and gives them more relationships to bounce off of.

The noble balls: My problem with the balls is tied to the side characters. I understand the balls' importance, the setting's focus on Luthadel, and loved Vin's bond with Elend and her conflict with the Valette personality. But they often felt lackluster because there were no interesting noble characters except Elend, Straff, and Shan. The noblemen and women felt like a source of information and skaa oppressors, rather than characters with differing agendas or even opinions about the Empire.

Questions(oh boy):

What even is the Well of Ascension and the Deepness?

How and why do the Ashmounts and mist exist? The Hero's logbook didn't mention anything about ash, mist, or even Allomancy.

How the fuck is Rashek both a Feruchemist and an Allomancer????? HE BROKE THE RULES!!!

How is Rashek such a fucking strong Allomancer????? HE BROKE HIS CPU!! Maybe it's the millennia of experience...

WHY DID RASHEK TORTURE HIS OWN PEOPLE??????? He was a nationalist who loved his people, and then he treated the Terris like puppets 💔💔💔

How in the Survivor's name did Vin hack her CPU to break Allomantic rules as well????? That was a Deus ex Machina but I have an eerie feeling there's another secret.

Is there a deeper reason Vin can break the rules of Seeking?

Were the Lord Ruler's last words those of a jealous and desperate deposed despot, or those of a man trying to protect mankind? I vote the former lmao 😂😂

Theories:

The distant pulsing Vin sensed was the Well of Ascension.

Rashek spent his reign holding back the Deepness.

Rashek was the first Allomancer, and gifted his long-dead allies with the power of Allomancy. He used the mists as the medium to bestow Allomantic power, but did not create them.

The mists are sentient, and that's why the Deus ex Machina was possible.

The mist spirit is the ancestor of the mistwraiths and kandra.

Mistwraiths and kandra were not created from the Lord Ruler's rise to power.

#mistborn #cosmere #brandon sanderson #allomancy #feruchemy #scadrial

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dawningfairytale · 2 years

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i'm going to go on a big season three bisexual rant because there are no thoughts in here apart from some gremlins chanting "bi bi bi bi"

very happy for redlyn being bi4bi, it's pretty rare to have on bi character, let alone two, let alone in a relationship

i really appreciate that it's a disney+ show aimed at a younger audience giving this representation. despite my thoughts on disney as a Company, at least there are creators within it who are like "you know what? queer rep."

neither ash nor red (presumably) cheat on each other when figure out their respective identities, and neither of them are really portrayed as promiscuous or super popular characters unlike brittany in glee or whomstever in euphoria. not that this is bad at all to be, and if people see themselves in those characters, then that's of course great!!! but having it in this way made me realise there's never been too much "kid-friendly" bi rep (luz from toh predating this by a couple of years), and i am so happy that we're now getting that

ashlyn being "nO I Just Like Her As A Friend" until the fireworks? iconic sapphic experience

her "I HAVE A BOYFRIEND WHO IS MALE" is kinda an examination into comphet and that experience of. well. i've liked men in the past and this is a girl and it's not exactly identical but it's definitely not a friend thing was really relatable to me

and while it hasn't really been confirmed if she's a secular or religious jew (because unfortunately i don't know enough about judaism, sorry!!), it seems that at least a little part of her was struggling with the intersection between religion and queerness. and again, while that's not a lot of people, there are religious people in the queer community and that representation can be really helpful for people who want the best of both world

also??? lesbian (yes i am assuming madmad are lesbians BUT I COULD BE WRONG) AND bi AND gay men representation???? quality content right here.

that being said, there are some flaws. i didn't love how we didn't get to see her come out to her friends or big red. i get that the latter was an intimate moment, but like so was the rina kiss. she mentioned that her "dating pool has expanded" but it didn't seem like she had told anyone yet, until carlos showed up with a pride pin (king behaviour btw).

it seems like the in-universe show is going to out her??? maybe she ended up putting something in the confessionals but... idk the way it was edited was really confusing to me

actually yeah that's really it. i'm so confused about the timeline and people's coming outs. for example, i assumed that when ricky looked at ashlyn for confirmation and she nodded she already knew, but i've seen other people interpreting that scene as her finding out??? i personally would've liked some things to be spelt out more.

just let her have a one-liner next season like "I'm too hot and bisexual for this" it's not that hard???

while i would like redlyn to stay together, i understand that you can't always get what you want. IF they have an amicable break-up then i think that there are a lot of potential fun scenes there!!!

btw ricky bowen? not straight. no way. elton with his storyline may be harkening back to the og trilogy's "gay coded but...". gina and kourtney could be straight but i don't want them to be. and i would love it if there were some aro/ace/trans/enby representation with any new characters!!!

also rip to portwell shippers, congrats to rina shippers. good luck to both of you

#seriously if this season had come out like last year i would've come to terms with some things more quickly #anyway max one of these characters is straight #fight me #hsmtmts #or however many colons there are #bisexual #yes i use the bisexual tag bc of the pretty flag tag #redlyn #big red x ashlyn #ashlyn caswell #long post #big red #finally some good fucking bi content

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