#Official Memoria

[sunflowergl]

I couldn't write any fanfic for Kazuha's birthday and I'm really sad. But I still wanted to celebrate my daughter birthday. So, happy birthday, Kazuha!! I want to see more about you and your development in Last Bullet Story, so I'll be looking for any new Hervarar Story.

#Assault Lily #Assault Lily Last Bullet #Aizawa Kazuha #Kazuha's birthday #Official memoria

[moonsaver]

Finished penacony. Sunday. Oh dear oh dear.

Yan!Sunday who seems obsessively off with you for the early start of something like a relationship. Calm, but underlying warning tones. One wrong word and you might tip him off too much. You've learned one way to decode his emotions are his wings. They tense up whenever you mention something.. unpleasant. Its a warning. You cut yourself off in the middle of your sentence. The silence passes, and his wings relax. He turns to you with a calm smile on his face. You barely squeezed through, this time.

Yan!Sunday who's just a bit delusional. He deludes himself into thinking about righteousness, and you're some sort of reward for him, for him to keep, and shelter, and nurture, like a christmas gift pet, but something more tender. Tender like a bruise, anyway.

Yan!Sunday, who seems.. to be slipping indisputably. In the corners of your eyes, in private, where he meticulously plans everything, every second where you breathe. He helps you dress and laces up your clothing just as he normally does, but huffs, and insists on doing it again. The first few times, he redid it only twice. His frustration would bleed through his fingers the more things proceeded in time, tightening the lace so much, your limbs almost went blue. He apologizes through gritted teeth, and you forgive him. It doesn't help the fact he practically suffocates you with the way he kisses you, though. His lips land on yours a bit too harshly, and you wonder if he actually hates you. Those thoughts dissipate when he relaxes more into it, though.

Yan!Sunday, who stares at you unblinking, waiting for you in the dreamscape, in the reverie, anywhere. Robin's.. departure has put him under more strain, so just for his sake.. ignore the way he tightly grips your arm, fearing it'll snap.

Yan!Sunday – you can't leave his watchful gaze. The last time you did it, he practically forced you to walk through the real dreamscape, deathly shivering as the atmosphere almost froze you, being forced to walk through unyieldingly harsh and twisted paths, doors never staying in the same place, being forced to use rough traversing methods, the dizziness of the memoria almost feverish. He waits for you at the end, a much gentler version of him. You fall into his arms, sobbing and weeping, and for once he handles you with care. Gently wiping your tears, stroking your hair, his hand guiding the back of your head to his shoulder, burying your nose into the crook of his neck. You notice just how much more warmer he feels in the dreamscape, not just due to the cold atmosphere. His wings gently flutter on your face. Let's leave now, he says. I trust you've learnt, my dear.

Yan!Sunday, who decides that maybe keeping you in the alternate dreamscape, Golden Hour, would be much more preferable. He seethes watching you be eyed by everyone – officials, businessmen, representatives, whoever it may be. He gently lulls you into the dream fluid, kissing your hands, up to your arms, neck, til your cheek, until you finally fall asleep. He places you down and gets to work in a second. When you panic, not being able to wake up, he's right beside you in a heartbeat, telling you there's just been a slight error.

Yan!Sunday, who would even go as far as to construct an entirely new dream for you and you alone. No one would be allowed to visit except him. He tells you it's for the better. Everyone lies in Penacony. Stay put and let him take care of this. Let him take care of you. Of everything. You dont miss the way his hands harden their grip around your waist. His gaze settles gently on yours. It's a harsh contrast to his eerily peering one, in reality. If you even remember what it's like being there, of course.

#moonink #hsr #honkai star rail sunday #hsr sunday #honkai star rail #honkai star rail x reader #hsr sunday x reader #hsr x reader #hsr x you #sunday x reader #yandere honkai star rail x reader #yandere honkai star rail #yandere hsr x reader #yandere hsr

[i-am-aprl]

🚨 Italian police used batons to beat pro-Palestine demonstrators who had gathered in #Milan, #Italy to demand a ceasefire in #Gaza despite an official ban on protests on International Holocaust Remembrance Day.

🚨 La polizia italiana ha usato manganelli per picchiare i manifestanti filo-palestinesi che si erano radunati a #Milano, in #Italia, per chiedere un cessate il fuoco a #Gaza, nonostante il divieto ufficiale di protestare nel Giorno internazionale della memoria dell’Olocausto.

#Italy #palestine #gaza #free palestine #israel #Italian #Holocaust #jerusalem #i stand with palestine #فلسطين #free gaza #israel is a terrorist state #Israeli Holocaust

[lady-lostmind]

Steddie Big Bang Wrap Up!

Now that all of the @steddiebang projects I was involved in are wrapping up I just want to make a post for all of them. My fic: And you may find yourself in a beautiful house, with a beautiful wife is finally finished! It's officially the longest thing I've ever written and I'm really proud of it.

Explicit | 138,192 | 50/50 chapters

Author/Artist: @lady-lostmind Artist: @fancycheliniarts | Art | Art Beta: @oh-stars | Art Summary: Steve and Eddie get very close after the world almost ends. Eddie makes a move and it quickly backfires when Steve pulls away. Eddie, not knowing how to deal with the rejection, runs. They live completely separate lives for years until Steve realizes maybe he's not living the life he actually wants, and throws himself back into Eddie's world. Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington/Nancy Wheeler, Eddie Munson/Original Male Character(s) Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Eventual Smut, Miscommunication, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Addiction, Infertility, Infidelity, Not Nancy Wheeler Friendly, Happy Ending Guaranteed  My Art:

Fics I drew art for: From Hell And Back

Explicit | 165,361 | 30/30 chapters

Author: @rindecision   Artists: @lady-lostmind | Art @feralsteddie | Art Cheerleader: @atmilliways Beta: Anonymous Summary: One Halloween, years after the fall of Hawkins, Steve and Robin end up summoning Eddie from the depths of Hell. Steve, not knowing the ways of the occult, accidentally frees him and has to deal with a mischievous demon on the loose. Eddie drives Steve insane with various shapeshifting antics, both in and out of the bedroom, while Robin tries to find a way to send him back to hell. But, when faced with the opportunity to return his life to normal, will Steve even want to go through with it? OR Lots of supernatural, hentai-esque smut with a playful, romantic plot.Pairings: Steddie | Background Robin/Vickie Characters: Eddie |Steve | Robin | Vickie | Female OC Tags: Demon Eddie Munson, Post-Canon, Crack Treated Seriously, Shapeshifting, Fluff, Crack, Humor, Size Difference, Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining, Steve Bisexual Awakening, Comical misunderstandings, Pocket-sized Eddie, Monsterfucking,Tentacles, These Bitches be Switches, Unrequited Love My Art:

memoria (come as you are)

Mature | 2/8 chapters

Artist: @lady-lostmind | Art Beta: @glaftwlet

Summary: It's January 1996 and Steve has recently moved to Pennsylvania for a new job as a children's librarian. Urged to do something with his evenings by Robin, he goes to a bar around the corner from his apartment and sees someone who looks an awful like Eddie Munson playing his guitar. Only no one has seen Eddie in almost ten years. Eddie Munson, whilst on the brink of death, was not so gently urged into the supernatural department of the United States Federal Witness Protection Program. The time he was in the program, he was stripped of everything he had and thought he knew, and was forced to become someone entirely new. He’s still trying to figure out who that person is. It’s been almost ten years, and in that time the only thing he has learned is that he is okay with being alone. He has to be. Otherwise known as, a story about finding the people you’ve lost, healing rifts (the personal kind, not the supernatural kind) and maybe for once, finally, falling in love. Pairings: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson, Background Nancy Wheeler/Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington & Robin Buckley, Steve Harrington & Dustin Henderson, Eddie Munson & Dustin Henderson Tags: Alternate Universe — Canon Divergence, 1990s, Eddie Munson Lives, Eddie Munson in Witness Protection, Friends to Lovers, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Bisexual Steve Harrington, Bisexual Eddie Munson

My Art:

#I had so much fun working on all of these #go read all the fics! #give the artists and betas some love! #steddie #steddie big bang #steddiebang23 #steddie fanfic #steddie fanart

[psyxxchic]

The boops are officially gone. Memoria De valens vivat tamque vestri

#RIP

[mistbow]

I love Sorey’s ending MA in Rays, Raijin Souhyoujin (雷迅創雹刃).

It is an Ice- and Lightning-elemental MA, the elements reflecting his connection to Mikleo and Gramps respectively. He’s really an Elysian through and through, in the end, going back to his origin (historical technicalities would make his hometown Camlann, but that’s just historical technicalities; his heart belongs to Elysia forever.)

Also love how they went for “雹” instead of plain “氷” for the “ひょう” part of the name. “雹” or “hail” in English, is a type of precipitation (condensation of water vapor) that usually gets formed during thunderstorms. Again, you could see the connection to his Elysian family.

雷を呼び、限界を超える全身全霊の一撃を放つ魔鏡技。 A mirrage arte that calls forth lightning and unleashes a blow of one’s whole body and soul transcending the limits.

Again with the 全身全霊/whole body and soul, but this time transcending even the limits. He even says it in the quote.

来たれ神雷！オレの全てで！限界を超える！ Come forth, divine thunder! With my everything! I will transcend the limits!

Popular theory has it that Sorey might be Heldalf’s biological son (there are more than just that one manga page supporting this theory, btw, hints were even in the game itself, but we’re not getting into this today) and in a way, he inherited Lion’s Howl (獅子戦吼) from him, so now even beyond that, he inherits one from his actual parent, the only one that matters to him.

I know Sorey being mostly associated with the Lightning element is not a new thing; after all, both his MAs in the original game, Bolt Tempest (雷迅双豹牙) and Divine Wrath (烈震神雷牙), are for all intent and purposes Lightning-elemental anyway, they’re only Void in the game because it’s Zestiria that classifies Lightning/Light and Dark under Void... but here are some other fun stuff while we’re at it:

Kimura Ryouhei (Sorey’s JP VA) suddenly tweeting Indignation chant, which made Indignation trended on Twitter on that day too. In Tales of Memoria, years before this tweet was even made, Tales-related questions were asked to the VAs, and one of the questions was what arte they would want to use, and Kimura answered Indignation to that.

Speaking of Indignation... I’ve always wondered why Sorey’s profile in Perfect Guide has Maotelus’ crest instead of the usual Shepherd’s dragon’s crest.

In the official Chinese localization of the game, Sorey’s name is rendered 史雷, very fitting for him since it consists of the characters for “history” and “lightning” and I will always love his Chinese name for this... really unintended meaningful name.

So yeah, Lightning child Sorey. As far as Sorey is concerned, Zenrus is his parent, the one who could give him more than enough love that he couldn’t get from the father and mother he’d never had.

#tales of #tales of zestiria #mino rambles #mino talks zesty

[dalesbianfoppishdandy]

you should tell tumblr about normal word eifferawell

ok so there's no world in which doug and maxwell ever date because maxwell is a lesbian and also doesn't like doug that much.

additionally normal world happens after memoria but before desperate times would have happened, which is the spot I like to think of as the herawell toxicity zenith. Maxwell has saved hera's life but also has seen hera's past which puts them in a weird mutual trust spot that also coexists with the knowledge that maxwell is a gun to hera's head. if the last bit stops being true the relationship will rapidly crystallize into a frankly horrifying lesbian thing. They basically go separate ways and don't talk to each other after they get back to earth

Doug and Hera would live together and it takes Hera a week to ask him out. They have a really sweet thing going on where Doug is so so excited to show hera all of the things he loves about earth and being a person and she's happy to have a body to and be able to go to the mall.

Maxwell and Hera run into each other at a bookstore or something and immediately start talking again since hera is ABSOLUTELY smart enough to carry on a text message while at the movies. Hera has a bit of a crisis about the whole "oh no there's two people I really like for different reasons" and scans the entire internet before finding a forum post or something recommending polyamory. Doug and Maxwell are both cool with it and they officially become an item

Hera is living with Doug still because Maxwell has her codependent besties apartment with jacobi but she spends a lot of time at the eiffera house because it's a better place to hang out than the apartment (which is practically a hazard). She and Doug kind of awkwardly sit around next to each other for a while but eventually start bonding because Hera refuses to watch Star Wars with Eiffel and jacobi makes fun of star trek every time Maxwell watches it. They still only really hang out 1 on 1 when they're Doing Things but they're moderately healthy metamours.

Jacobi is also at the house a lot because that's where Maxwell is and he and Eiffel bond over how little fun they have during game nights.

#yeah #normal world #normal world maxwell #normal world hera #normal world eiffel #normal world jacobi #wolf 359 spoilers #wolf 359 #w359

[plottwiststudios]

PlotTwist Studios’ Fundraising Package, 2022 Edition

Ko-Fi Page (Game + The Music Bundle)

Ko-Fi Page  (Just The Music) 

Women of Xal’s Itch.io Page (Just The Game)

First off, there’s nothing dire going on. I just want a little financial injection for some of the projects we have brewing back here. All money will go towards paying off debt and hiring (real) artists. And we’re offering a Gay Metal Jazz Musical album, our adorable bundle of gay disasters in the form of a visual novel, And So. Much. Music. This year’s bundle as a whole is easily worth... a lot. But until the end of November it’s only $10 for those who only want the music, and $25 for the music and visual novel (Women of Xal).

This bundle includes the following:

Women of Xal: The Visual Novel (PC/Mac/Linux)

Women of Xal: Official Soundtrack

Code of the Dragon (2011 Album)

Cataclysm (2015 Album, Sequel to Code of the Dragon)

Court of Dragons Preview Album (2022 Album, Sequel to Cataclysm)

Tall Tales of Memoria (2016 Gay Heavy Metal Jazz Musical)

A small Collection of Free Music Created for commercial use

Ten Percent off any size music commission from PlotTwist Studios

If we get this post to at least 500 reblogs, we’ll have to celebrate with some sort of Thank You Package for the general Tumblr public. 

#Art #Gaming #Music #visual novel

[celestiall0tus]

All That Remained - Together - Velze

Beginning || Previous || Next

            “Where’s Adrien?” Nathalie yelled. She frantically ran about the room and manor searching for him, before returning to Adrien’s room.

            “Relax, Nathalie. He’s clearly not here,” Felix remarked.

            “This is bad. Gabriel’s in a state and Adrien is no where to be found,” Nathalie said.

            “Shame Gabriel’s not dead,” Amelie muttered.

            “Not now, Amelie. I need to-,” Nathalie started.

            Light filled the room. It lingered for a few moments before it faded to reveal Adrien and Marinette. Nathalie let out a breath and started towards him. She stopped when there were several popping sounds. They were followed by each of their jewels emitting prismatic light. The jewels reverted to their default as orbs of light emerged and hovered. From each of the lights, Nooroo, Plagg, Roarr, and a dolphin kwami appeared.

            The kwamis were bigger than before, about the size of a hand. They moved around, checked on each other, then embraced one another. They laughed and flew around before they lined up.

            “I believe proper introductions are in order again,” Plagg remarked.

            Nooroo nodded. “I’ll start. Pleased to officially meet you all. I’m Nooroo, kwami of transformation.

            “I’m Roarr, kwami of valor.”

            “I’m Memoria, kwami of memory.”

            “And I’m Plagg, kwami of destruction.”

            Adrien stood and approached Plagg. “Will you come back, please? I need you. You’re my friend.”

            Plagg sighed and shook his head. “I’m afraid not, Adrien. Velze made their decision known. I will trust in their judgement, as I hope you will too.”

            “That’s right! Velze knows all!” Roarr exclaimed.

            “Not all. Don’t forget that even Velze made mistakes,” Memoria reminded.

            “Velze hopes you will all be happy with these choices,” a small, whispery voice said.

            Everyone looked around, then to Marinette. She sat on the ground with her hands over her heart. She slowly moved them as a white kwami peeked over with bright sea green eyes.

            Roarr gasped. “A new sibling?! What’s your name little one? Did Velze give you a name?”

            “Gimmi,” the white kwami answered.

            Plagg gagged. “Did Velze have to name you that? I’d rather forget about that.”

            “Oh! I could always get Leathe. She’s really good at helping to forget,” Memoria offered.

            “Never forget, that is Velze’s wish,” Gimmi remarked.

            The kwamis blinked and all turned to Gimmi.

            “Do you… do you know Velze’s last thoughts?” Nooroo asked.

            Gimmi nodded. “Velze wishes for everyone to live their lives and truly experience everything as he once did. He also wishes that should ever the need arise, summon him.”

            “Excuse me. Sorry for interrupting, but would you know what happened to Gabriel? Ever since we reappeared here, he’s been in a semi-catatonic state. He mostly just lays there and mutters with a frankly disturbing smile,” Nathalie explained.

            “Punishment. Until the final bells toll and everything is consumed by darkness, Gabriel’s soul will forever live within a madman’s dream, cursed to never walk the mortal plane again once his vessel expires,” Gimmi explained.

            “A constant reminder of Velze’s fury, but also his mercy,” Memoria whispered.

            The kwamis nodded while everyone else grimaced.

            “So, what now?” Marinette asked.

            Gimmi looked up. “Now you all live your lives. The kwamis are free with a fair few to be bonded with mortals, should you have us. However, things have changed.”

            “What’s changed?” Marinette asked.

            Gimmi turned to look at everyone. “What you knew about the kwamis is no more. They have all been reborn as Velze originally brought them into existence. Their concepts, personalities, and even powers are all different, save a few exceptions. As such, you’ll see kwamis act on their own accord based on their concept. It’s these kwamis that will need to have an eye on.” Gimmi looked at Plagg with the final part.

            “Why do you have to look at me? I may be destruction, but they can be bad too,” Plagg hissed while pointing at Memoria and Nooroo.

            “I digress. Now, when you activate a jewel, that jewel will be bound to you. No one can wear or remove it save for you until the day you either day or renounce the jewel. Furthermore, you need to ensure you treat your kwami friends well. Should there be a repeat of what happened to Nooroo, the holder will experience a terrible disease that will very slowly take their mind then their life.”

            Nathalie paled and looked at Nooroo. He looked back, smiled, and nuzzled Nathalie.

            “So, we just get to live with kwamis? No hiding or anything?” Adrien asked.

            “Correct. You all get to enjoy each other’s company. For better or for worse, but that all depends on you,” Gimmi remarked.

            “You’ll be with me?” Marinette asked Gimmi.

            Gimmi nodded. She flew up and tapped Marinette’s ears. A pair of stud earrings appeared in them. Marinette touched the earrings and sighed.

            “I’m going to miss Tikki,” Marinette admitted.

            “Of course, you will. You loved her. However, she isn’t gone. Your former kwamis are always nearby now,” Gimmi reminded.

            Marinette’s eyes widened. “Marc. He has Tikki. Our friends! Adrien, we need to go see everyone.”

            Adrien nodded. “Nathalie, could you take us?”

            “Us too?” Amelie asked with Felix beside her.

            “Me also?” a woman’s voice asked.

            Everyone turned as Emilie stepped into the room with Duusu beside her.

            “Mom!” Adrien cried.

            “Emilie!” Amelie squeaked.

            Adrien and Amelie tackled Emilie in a hug that took them all to the floor. They laughed and cried as they embraced each other. Marinette moved and stood between Nathalie and Felix.

            “Velze did this?” Felix asked.

            “Yes. He took the boy’s father away, so he gave the boy another mother,” Gimmi answered.

            Nathalie blushed. She looked down at Marinette and Felix, who smiled at her. She cleared her throat, earning everyone’s attention.

            “Let’s continue this in the car. We have somewhere we need to be,” Nathalie reminded.

            “Oh! Right. Let’s go, sis. We have a lot of catching up to do. Right, Adrien?” Amelie asked.

            Felix hummed and considered, then smiled. “Hey, Marinette, why don’t we have a little race? See how a new kwami can compete with one as old as mine?”

            Marinette scrunched her face, ready to refuse, but paused. She saw Felix nod towards Amelie, Emilie, and Adrien. She glanced at the trio who were lost in a conversation. She smiled and looked at Gimmi.

            “What do you say? Show this kitten his place?” Marinette asked.

            Gimmi grinned. “You need only say, ‘Gimmi, sing,’ and I’ll be yours.”

            “‘Plagg, claws out,’ for me, rich boy,” Plagg remarked.

            “Ready?” Felix asked.

            “Set,” Marinette said.

            “Plagg, claws out!”

            “Gimmi, sing!”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir #au #miraculous au #alternate universe #miraculous fanfic #mlb fanfic #fanfiction writer #fanfiction #fanfic #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #amelie graham de vanily #emilie agreste #nathalie sancoeur #gimmi #plagg #roarr #nooroo #memoria #oc kwamis #kwami oc #all that remained

[thessaliah]

anniversary results

Pros

Crypters CEs.

Some stream content was ok.

Nice messages for Anni by official artists and fans.

Cons

Significantly fewer free quartz than last year (and locked to grind nobody wants to do ever).

Zero game updates (lol, dead game).

Leftover Summer Servant anniversary (guess they were sounding out the brainless whales with "Lady Avalon" last year) because likely didn't finish the real one.

LB6-themed Summer which looks like Soulless Beach Resort crap (instead of a fantasy horror setting). The presence of crap characters like the lolibait of Prillya and Suzuka just made it worse.

Recycled skins for the Knights (super lazy, Gawain face looks shopped on that).

Shoving Oberon to this crap (I almost threw up, I thought he dodged a bullet to avoid the soulless summer event sigh). Guess they needed a generic villain so the shallow waifu of turn can get to shine.

Eh

That "memorial" video was so unnecessarily hyped. Pretty animation, but wasted and frankly baffling in the direction department (why suddenly include QSH? And pretend Jeanne's background is relevant to Jalter?) and tone deaf with current year FGO. This isn't 2017. A Lostbelt memorial should be better because we just ended that phase, but of course, that wouldn't shill regular Artoria and random characters that had nothing to do with FGO plot like Fran or Iskandar. I did like the Merlin's parts watching the wars because felt significantly heavier but ultimately it felt like a waste of resources. Do better next year rather than just copy MEMORIA vibes (except it's a lesser version because Memoria included the relevant cast, imagine Memoria but put in Cu or Medusa pfftahahahah), ok? And uh, maybe stop wasting the budget on these pandering stuff and actually invest in a good budget for the adaptations of the works. The ones we had were atrocious.

LOL

Zero news about OC2. Just pull the plug already in this dead game. Let it go with dignity. Nasu and Aniplex surely project in Morgan to try to beat a dead horse, or rather, keep it in a shambling death state and pretend it's alive and well.

#fate grand order #fgo critical #yo pull the plug on this dead game

[madou-dilou]

About the latest piece of Xadian Lore

Here are my thoughts about the new clip, after an hour of fruitful discussions on Discord. 

Please note that I didn’t take a look at the official chronology until now, so I may be just stating the obvious.

 So we learn that Aaravos has actually been seeding trouble and discord for a very long time. He didn't only give the humans dark magic. He also killed some Xadian royalty and watched them blaming each other, and he has also been wreaking havoc within the human realms, most likely during the Mages Wars. All that incognito, until the Orphan Queen, a human, discovered and revealed Aaravos's duplicity to the dragons. Only then he was imprisoned in the mirror.

 It means there are seven hundred years between Ziard's death and his banishment. Which means Aaravos wasn't just imprisoned for giving Dark Magic to humans. 

 The question is : why ? 

And why did it take seven hundred years for the dragons to imprison Aaravos ? Why was his name erased from history while the Xadians should actually make him known as the literal devil ? Why don't even humans know his existence?

Here is my explaination, which may be completely wrong because I may have overlooked a lot of details since I am not used to building theories.

 His motives, revenge or power or both like all villains. That's not what I care about for the moment. 

What if offering DM to humans was just another way to sow discord ? More specifically, to fight against dragons ? 

 Aaravos may have gifted the starving humans with dark magic, but not merely out of mercy. Aaravos giving dark magic to starving humans, they were owing him one. They would rever him. They would idolize him. Given with this power, they don't only have food. They also have a weapon. A very powerful weapon. They would make the perfect henchmen to fight against dragons on his behalf. 

But something that doesn't add up is why did it take 700 years for Xadia to understand which one of the Great Ones gifted Dark Magic to humans ? This wasn't a secret. Humans were writing poetry about him. 

 Until now we thought Xadia had erased Aaravos's name of the historical records as part of his punishment, damnatio memoriae way, and also to deprive humans of a God-figure that might give them some hope. But what if Aaravos himself actually did it ? 

Ziard revealed to the arch dragons a huge information : "It was one of the  great ones" who empowered humans. So Aaravos could have erased his own name from all records so the dragons wouldn't find out about him. That's why it took seven hundred years for the dragons to imprison him. 

As to why didn't Elves and dragons didn’t have any information from the humans who knew Aaravos first-hand to discover who was this Great One : don't worry, this isn't an Atlantis Lost Empire plot hole where knowledge of technology was lost despite people being already around before the Cataclysm, meaning people... suddenly forgot they could read. The dark mage humans didn't suddenly forgot Aaravos's existence : they simply were executed before the dragons could interrogate them about him. 

Which begs the question of how on earth could the Orphan queen know about Aaravos and how was she able to convince them, but I failed to see any elements about this particular matter. 

Now, it’s been years the writers have say Prometheus is their favourite Greek myth. Let’s rewind that to refresh the memories :The Fallen Star poem's signification is unclear but we can at least understand Aaravos taught Dark Magic to humans. That, plus Aaravos's banishment : the analogy seemed to suggest that Aaravos was Prometheus who gave fire to the helpless humans and was banished by the dragons, aka Thunder, aka Zeus (wink wink), for this crime. 

But Aaravos is also strongly associated with the representations of the Devil by his design (female is evil, he looks a lot like the demon Sebastian Michaelis, and he has huge horns); dark magic as the Forbidden Fruit that got the humans banished; his incredible power of seduction; and the strong analogy between the pact he signed with lord Viren and the pact binding Mephistopheles and Faust (suicidal scholar hungry for knowledge and power).  Lucifer in particular, because Lucifer was banished from heaven because he, one of the angels, one of the great ones, led a rebellion against God. Just as Aaravos possibly using humans as henchmen in his rebellion against dragons.

With all the theory elaborated above, not to mention that Prometheus and Lucifer are both lightbringers, both these analogies still make sense. They just are from opposite perspectives. The Prometheus one works, from the human perspective. The Lucifer too, from Xadia's perspective. 

We also learn a bit aout the Orphan Queen : she is kind, determined, has an incredible charisma and hell-bent on obtaining peace. That sounds a lot like her descendants Harrow and Ezran, doesn't it ? 

And Callum isn't just a foil to Viren. He, like Ezran, also is a foil to a figure of Xadia's past : Aaravos. Because just like him, he transcended the form he was limited to by birth by forging a connexion to Primal Magic. As far as we know, Aaravos and he are the only ones who ever achieved this. 

 Hence why Ezran and Callum are both threats to different factions of Xadia : 

- Callum could scare some Elves and dragons because he, like Aaravos, gives humans the means to rebel against them. He doesn't even realise it, but that's exactly how proving Primal Magic accessible to humans may look like to them. 

- Ezran is a threat to Aaravos because he is the Orphan Queen straight from out of her grave. The Orphan Queen, aka the one who obtained peace by revealing his duplicity to dragons and made him imprisoned. 

 Oh, and Aaravos might have a grudge against Rayla too, since she is the one who stopped him last time. 

Anyway that’s my thoughts

#tdp #tdp aaravos #tdp season 4 #tdp book 4 #tdp book four #tdp theories #tdp speculations #aaravos #tdp season 4 clip #tdp clip #tdp lore

[sunflowergl]

Okay, I really need to talk about this memoria. Yoh and Chikaru are the principal character of the art, but my eyes couldn’t focus on anything outside the three girls in the background. I never thought that Last Bullet could do memorias with background characters, and I really loved it.

The presence of other girls gave so much live to the scene, like it wasn’t a made-up scene, but a natural one. I’m a bit suspicious to talk about it because I really love the relationship between Yujia, Shenlin and Tazusa, and the fact that Tazusa is looking just like a little kid that is asking for her mom to play with her (while the other one is just vibing like nothing is happening at all) doesn’t help. 

I was shocked in a really good way and I want way more memorias just like that, with more characters in the background. This type of memoria has so much potential in game (and it's making my creative side work non-stop).

#Assault Lily #Assault Lily Last Bullet #Wang Yujia #Kuo Shenlin #Andou Tazusa #Serizawa Chikaru #Hatsukano Yoh #Official Memoria #Wang-Kuo Family #Obviously I'm not saying this because I want a memoria with all the girls from Hervarar /hj #I'm still sad I hadn't rolls for this memoria

[leftistfeminista]

“Venda Sexy” location of sexual torture of leftist women, has been seized by the Chilean state

Even the name "Venda Sexy" or "Sexy Blindfold", also known as the Discotheque, is evocative of its meaning. This was a sexual hell for women, but a place of recreation for Junta guards. With terms like Discotheque evocative of a dancing night club. For years Feminist activists in Chile have campaigned to repossess the property and turn it into a memorial museum. But the owners repeatedly refused. Even offering to sell it at a lower price to private developers rather than what the state offered. Finally the Chilean stated has forcibly expropriated the property.

The Association of Memory and Human Rights Iran 3037 reported that after long years of struggle, the State expropriated the property called "Cuartel Tacora" or "Sexy Blindfold" by the National Intelligence Directorate (DINA). 

This property was used as a center of torture and extermination by the civil and military dictatorship and had already been declared a Historic Monument by the Ministry of Housing and Urban Planning in 2016.

The expropriation decree was published on September 1 in the Official Gazette, thus culminating the desire of said association to preserve the memory of the survivors and search for justice for the victims of the dictatorship who were in this place.

Alejandra Holzapfel, survivor and spokesperson for the Association, pointed out that "after years of resistance and struggle, we welcome this achievement", pointing out that "for the first time in the history of Chilean jurisprudence we managed to have it recognized and classified as a crime the actions of sexual political violence against the prisoners during the dictatorship, since in this place bloody procedures were experimented with, aberrant procedures that included the use of animals against young people and prisoners”.

The survivor and spokeswoman Alejandra Holzapfel recalled that "33 compañer@s disappeared in terrifying circumstances from this place and hundreds of us managed to survive to continue with renewed strength the denunciations and active struggles that were necessary to recover this property as Chilean patrimony, in protection of our historical memory and prevent the misrepresentations and denial promoted by various sectors of the country”. 

A swimming pool and a luxurious dining table isn't what we usually associate with a torture chamber. But it was part of the deliberate misogynist, patriarchal, fascist tactics of the Junta to demean and demoralize leftist women. To trivialize our suffering. To reduce leftist girls to ornaments and playthings, rather than a serious political threat.

From the memoirs of a MIRista college activist-

As we heard the truck begin to slow down, all of us braced ourselves. Although naked and blindfolded, I reached out to woman sitting next to me, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. Sofia had been a real support over the past few days as we were captured and arrested, and the mere knowledge she was there calmed me as I considered what was to come. Still, we braced ourselves as we prepared for whatever torture awaited us on the other end, the cold metal of the truck freezing against our bare asses.

"Comrades." Maria began, in her usual speechmaking voice. While some of us had known her for years and others only days, we didn't even need to be able to see her for all of us to play attention when she spoke, she just had that air about her. "I don't know what awaits us outside this truck. I have no doubt that they hope to break us. That all of us may very well experience pain the likes of which we've never felt or even imagined before. But we have to fight. Cooperate and we'll find ourselves shot once we've outlived our uselessness, dying for nothing but their own vindication. If we fight then it will be hard, and we may die, but we'll die free. That's something they'll never be able to understand".

Some of us wondered if there was a bit more to Maria's speech after the pause, but the vehicle's abrupt stop meant that it was time to put those words into action. And I intended to do exactly that, as did Sofia. Like I said, Maria was the kind of woman who you'd follow into hell, and although we couldn't see we all knew that she'd no doubt have a look on her face as though she intended to singlehandedly fight every fascist alive, I think we all got a bit of her courage too. For a few moments.

All of us felt ourselves pulled out the truck by hard masculine hands, and despite a few angry grunts we couldn't offer much resistance. One of the first things I felt was sunlight and gentle wind, almost as though I were outside, leading me to believe we'd been taken to a camp. Nobody spoke, but the next thing I heard was splashing of water and panicked screams. Immediately I started preparing myself to be waterboarded, taking long deep breaths.

As the blindfold got removed, I honestly froze for a few moments, unsure what on earth to do on think. I saw in front of me what almost looked like a holiday resort, with a large pool filled with bits of cloth and sun loungers everywhere. The army of shirtless soldiers and smirking generals shattered any illusions of pleasure, but at the time it causes so many question I could barely even process what was going on.

I remember seeing the sight in front of me as Maria and the other leaders were getting dunked into the pool mercilessly, as each guard took the chance to joyously slap their rear following each dunk. I even saw one of them tear out a woman's earring, before roughly stabbing her body with it. I saw Maria's mouth move under the water, but I had no idea if that was screams or a triumphant speech.

"Listen up, whores." One of the soldiers began, pacing back and forth as he faced us and let his eyes wander over our bodies. "In the pool you'll find bikinis. Get one. You may only use your teeth. If you don't, you'll be taken to the facility, although we haven't decided yet if we'll start with whipping or electro-shocks. There aren't enough bikinis for all of you." He calmly declared, smiling at all of us as he waited a few moments for it to sink in. "Better move quickly."

I remember the panic the moment he finished, and the feeling as someone behind me pushed me out of the way, desperate to get her own swimwear first. A few of the women fell over each other. Someone tripped and went face first into the pool. In desperate panic to avoid torture, I charged forward as well, reaching down with my mouth to bite a pair of bottoms. I saw the matching bra, and moved for it, but so did Sofia.

Barely thinking, I stuck out my arm, prompting Sofia to trip into the pool as well. Without thinking, I grabbed the bra and jumped to the side, gripping the swimwear with my teeth as though it were my most prized possession, snarling like an animal who's just caught her meal. One of the guards smiled at me.

I watched the scene unfold as it slowly set in what I just did. I saw Sofia frantically splash about in the water, desperate to find her own pair as they all slowly disappeared, all the while the screams of our leaders reminding us of the alternative. Then finally, they were all gone. A large handful of women got picked up afterwards by the guards, including Maria and Sofia.

"Oh, I can't wait to hear you scream once I start shocking these tits, you Marxist whore!" One guard shouted as he roughly slapped Sofia's chest, before gripping her tightly against his body, feeling every inch of her. She screamed, but nobody cared. I couldn't take my eyes away as I watched her disappear behind the door, screaming even louder.

"Outfits on, whores. We're going to have lots of fun today!" The man from earlier shouted, and we all obediently did put on our bikinis. To be honest I was just grateful to have a bit of decency, even if it was something I'd normally never get caught dead in. As I looked around at the panicked expressions of my compatriots, things only got more complicated as we saw more men march towards us.

One of us got picked up and sat next to the pool with some old man. One rather large man picked up three girls and made them lie on top of him like he was a god. I was unfortunate to be picked up by a man easily old enough to be my father and with a burning hatred in his eyes. He dragged me along to a seat by the poolside and wrapped me over his knee.

"Get- Get your hands off..." I began protesting, not entirely sure where I was going with this but just doing it out of instinct. He responded with a firm slap on my ass through the thin fabric of the bikini, followed by the feeling of his groping hands roaming all over my body, prompting my skin to crawl.

"Watch your tongue, you little slut. You know this is your place. You know is what socialist cunts like you deserve. Tell me, that you deserve this. Tell me that a slut like you wants this." He ordered, before giving me a series of harsh slaps again, each prompting an even louder scream.

"I... I..." I was completely dumbfounded, unable to even comprehend these demands. I thought that there's no way I'd degrade myself like that for his amusement, even in this position. Right in front of me was the sight of the man from earlier with the three girls, as he groped two with both his hands as he roughly raped the third, in clear daylight. To my left was one man lying at the side of the pool, gripping a girl in either arm and letting his hands wander all over there bodies as they both looked away disgusted.

#chile #political prisoners #women's rights #marxism-feminism

[verecunda]

My terrible, no-good theory about Eärien: she will be the architect of the Temple of Melkor.

This family has tension and unprocessed grief coming out of its ears, and I see great big fractures in its future. Eärien’s official character description hints that “her convictions may lie at odds with everyone else in her family”, and since she and Kemen are already building up a rapport... yeah, I think she’s going to end up throwing in her lot with the King’s Men - and later, Sauron.

Also, when she’s first introduced, Valandil says to her, “You’ve got your whole life to be an old maid.” To which she replies, “Or to be young!” It’s just banter, but the fear of death and resentment of their mortality is one of the things that turns the Númenóreans over to Sauron, and I have the horrible feeling that jokey exchange is going to gain some darker significance further down the line. (Might we even see Eärien accepting a certain ring - one of nine - with the promise that it will keep her alive forever...?)

And as for her being a non-canonical character, well, maybe Gondorian historians aren’t averse to a bit of damnatio memoriae if the occasion calls for it.

#The Rings of Power #Rings of Power #Eärien #(I should get myself a tag for theories/speculation) #I will be kind of gutted if this happens ngl #I like her #:(

[morgulscribe]

I was wondering if you had any more thoughts on the mouth of Sauron? The version where he did defect is interesting, what would make him do that? I know Tolkien started a story which involved Melkor/Sauron cults in Gondor after the war, but that idea makes more sense to me as something that would happen in Ecthelion’s and Denethor’s rule, a response to Sauron returning among those who expect him to win quickly and want to save themselves. Maybe he was involved in that before fleeing when they were banned and cracked down on? If he was from a prominent noble family I can imagine it being a major scandal, either if he was kidnapped or defected.  

Thank you for asking this intriguing question!

I find all of Tolkien's possible backstories for the Mouth of Sauron to be quite fascinating. To answer your question, I have done a little research on Gondor during the reigns of Steward Ecthelion and Denethor. In 2951, two years before Ecthelion took the throne, Sauron declared himself openly, so dark forces were stirring in Middle-earth. I could not find any reference to internal conflict within Gondor at this time, but the possibility of Melkor/Sauron cults operating in secret is an intriguing one. If Tolkien entertained the idea of these cults arising in the days of peace after Sauron's defeat, it could be entirely possible that there were disloyal Gondorians who secretly served Sauron in the days of the Dark Lord's power.

This concept of Gondorian traitors in league with Sauron would fit in nicely with the second discarded backstory which Tolkien created for the Mouth of Sauron: "But it is said that he was a renegade, son of a house of wise and noble men in Gondor, who becoming enamoured of evil knowledge entered the service of the Dark Tower, and because of his cunning [and the fertile cruelty of his mind] [and servility] he grew ever higher in the Lord’s favour…" (“The Black Gate Opens,” The War of the Ring, p. 431)

In the published version of LOTR, Faramir says, "It is not said that evil arts were ever practiced in Gondor, or that the Nameless One was ever named in honour there […]" ("The Window on the West," The Two Towers, p. 286). However, he does go on to say that many among the Gondorian nobility yearned for immortality, as had the Numenoreans. "Kings made tombs more splendid than houses of the living […]," and "[…] in secret chambers withered men compounded strong elixirs, or in high cold towers asked questions of the stars." To me, this implies that some of the Gondorian kings and nobles were dabbling in alchemy, sorcery, and other forms of magic in an attempt to evade old age and death.

One of the major themes in Tolkien's writing is that it is VERY BAD to attempt to halt change, and a desire to do so leaves one vulnerable to the schemes of Sauron. While Faramir implies that Gondor's flirtation with elaborate tombs and preservation magic diminished with the rule of the kings, perhaps that was not truly the case.

If there was an element of internal corruption within Gondor, the return of Sauron to Mordor in 2951 would definitely have stirred the murky waters. When Faramir says that evil arts were never practiced in Gondor, he was comparing Gondor to Numenor. While Numenor descended into evil and wicked deeds, Gondor remained upon the path of light. However, individuals do not always represent their country, and there may have been a dark malignancy buried deep under the surface.

If one entertains the possibility that the Mouth of Sauron was a renegade Gondorian nobleman in league with the Dark Lord, perhaps his true loyalties were discovered and he was forced to flee Gondor. Logically, this would indeed cause quite a scandal! However, it's possible that his defection was covered up so as to avoid bringing shame to his family, or to discourage others from switching allegiances. It's also possible that the Gondorians practice damnatio memoriae - the removal of the name of a disgraced person from all official records. The ancient Egyptians practiced this custom, and Tolkien compares Numenor and Gondor to ancient Egypt on several occasions. Over the years, fans have theorized that this is why there is no record of the names of the three Numenorean lords who became Nazgul.

#mouth of sauron #tolkien theories #elfhild's essays

[thehoneyknight]

Memoria, sketch pages 81-96

(Radiant Arc 10, 3.35)

(Page 85 has a unique page format with two dialogues. For clarity of reading each separate dialogue will be done in turns and labelled as such)

Page 81

Honey- ???

Comban- Hi there! It’s nice to meet you!

Honey- !

Vespa- Vessel, the Beespeak charm now in your possession allows you to understand us of Hive Blood. It suits you well, no?

Fear not. I know well the limitations of your emptiness. Although from what I’ve seen so far, perhaps you are not as ‘hollow’ as old Wyrm intended. Nevertheless, Vessel, I do not know why you are here. Comban trusts you, it seems. Enough so to request an audience with me on your behalf.

-

Page 82

Vespa- He wants you safe. If you had entered my kingdom under any other terms, if you were any other Vessel… I would have you killed.

Vessel, I have a proposition. Join us. Become a part of my Hive. Defend us at any cost, against any threat. I know what I ask of you is difficult, Vessel. It may cost you your life, ask you to betray your kin, or abandon your purpose. But I feel this opportunity may benefit us all. Our situation is worsening. The plague. It’s spreading.

We declined the Pale One’s offer to aid in Hallownest’s perpetuation. It is wrong to go against nature itself. But I have since come to realise the Infection is not an act of nature. It is an act of revenge.

And whilst her intentions are… understandable… I cannot let it continue here. Vessels have hurt us in the past but in times like these we need to move forwards from our histories. If Comban here has learned to trust you then I am willing to give you, Vessel, a chance.

-

Page 83

Vespa- Bridge the gap between honey and void. Become Bee Vessel. Become The Honey Knight.

As Queen Vespa I officially grant you the title, Bee Vessel.

((Ch1.3))

((Ch1.4))

((Ch1.5))

Comban- Honey Knight… Hey,

-

Page 84

Comban- Can I just call you Honey?

--But besides that. If you’d let me… I’d like to be your friend. Friend.

Argent- Friend!

Radiance- Friend.

((Ch1.6))

Radiance- You cling to false emptiness, Vessel. Light will always overcome the Void. It is the way of our history.

-

Page 85 (Comban/Mato)

Comban- Honey? You’re… Stop this! Please?

Mato- I’m here! (!) Little one…?

-

Page 85 (Honey/Radiance)

Radiance- The seals of Dream and Wyrm may not be broken but I may still reach those who harbour thought and mind.

Your mind is thinking. Your will is breaking. You have no voice yet you cry out in suffering. Vessel, I have you. Now Dream. No.

As much as I would love to annihilate each pawn of Wyrm placed before me, neither of us have such powers to strike physically. Of now I can only make you a pawn of my own. The limitations of our time together are drawing to a close. Just like you, the one holding me prisoner is failing and soon I will be free.

I will be remembered.

-

Page 86

Radiance- I grow tired of our talk. As I return your mind to body see how grandly I have taken advantage of the abilities you have acquired under my control. Wait… What is this? Vespa? NO.

Comban- Honey!

Radiance- Vessel. (Destroy Hive Knight)

Comban- Honey?

Radiance- Vessel, (Attack)(Kill The Nailmaster)

Comban- Honey! Honey! Honey! You’re okay!

-

Page 87

Comban- Honey, this is Nailmaster Mato. Without his help I’m not sure what would’ve happened.

Honey- !

Mato- Do you remember me, little one?

Honey- ?

Mato- Comban, be sure to tell Honey Knight  what happened. They deserve to know the truth, no matter how harsh.

Comban- You, uh, weren’t you. If Mato hadn’t thought of the honey, I don’t know… I just don’t know.

Honey- (???)(Tap Tap)

Comban- The honey? Oh, why it drove out the Infection? That’s Vespa’s Blessing!

((Ch1.7))

-

Page 88

((Ch1.8))

(Argent- This is as far as I go, my friend.)

Honey- (!) (A familiar face…)

Tembur- Secret agent-

((Ch1.10))

Vespa- Bee Vessel, I do not underestimate you. I see the fearsome strength you have the potential to attain. However, that's the very reason I need to be wary of these events. A Vessel turned against the Hove could mean the end of us- the Hive and those it serves.

I have a charm- Hiveblood by name- which effectively nullifies the draw of the Infection when equipped. Your shell will coat itself in a thin, healing layer of honey, giving you access to the Blessing at all times. For as long as I live, you are immune.

But. Say I give you this charm and you turn traitor. Say you selfishly desire power higher than Vespa’s Blessing can ward. Say you invite the Infection in… Hiveblood is a trust you must gain.

-

Page 89

Vespa- Bee Vessel. I need you to prove to me that I can trust in your protection- that you will defend us / at any cost.

((Ch1.13))

Hornet- Come no closer. Yours is a motive I cannot trust. Why are you here, Vessel?

I can tell you’ve been beyond this kingdom… and I know what brought you back. What remains of those memories? Does one like you remember your cursed purpose? And what of that? If you came back to fulfil such a role… then why are you still here in the Hive? What’s keeping you here?

There’s more to you than I realised, Bee Vessel. I noted that little ghost as unusual… but then there’s you…

-

Page 90

Hornet- I have finished my preparations, Vessel. I present two options for you.

You can run back to Vespa, keep things as they are and remain her Honey Knight. Or. Or you can leave and do something greater for this kingdom with the void in your bearing.

You may not be the one to face the plague of this kingdom but I see the potential you have to project what remains. But know this. No matter which path you choose, if your shields block the way of Hallownest’s recovery I will not hold back. Choose with your life.

((Ch1.14))

-

Page 91

Comban- Bzzzzz… Bzzzzz…

((Ch2.1))

Comban- Actually, this reminds me of something… Paladin is the one and only bee that can tap into their soul for power. Queen Vespa taught them personally, I think. The hive has seen a few Vessels… pass through… in it’s fine.

-

Page 92

Comban- All of them had this ability.. The focus to wield the power of a soul. Are you able to use soul too?

((Ch2.2))

(Argent- Focus)

Honey- !

((Ch2.3))

Ophilia- …

((Ch2.4))

Ophilia- !

((Ch2.5))

Comban- Have… you met them before? Before the Hive?

Mato- …

Honey- !

Mato- Yes yes. Honey and another Vessel. The second was a strange one- an oddity to which I cannot place. I had not expected to see either of them again. The Wastelands are a journey I’d expect to only be taken once.

-

Page 93

Mato- As things are, it’s unlikely we will ever know Honey to a full extent. That doesn’t deter from trying, and please do, but it is likely you will find out about Honey things you will not like or expect. Honey is a bug unlike the norm. Be wary of them like everyone else.

However, I think all Honey needs now / is a friend.

((Ch2.9))

Vespa- Bee Vessel, when I was younger I wished to become a chronicler. To record history, to recite what happened so that others may learn from it, to keep an order of the past. To such purposes it was important to me. When this is all over and a new Hive Queen has taken my place I would like to pursue this aspiration.

Do you have any dreams, Bee Vessel? I wish that when this is all over you can go beyond the intent of your creation-

-

Page 94

((Ch2.10))

((Ch2.16))

Dailon- !

((Ch2.17))

Mato- I can tell you are powerful, little one, but also that you have strength in your kindness. My old master said the same of myself too. I felt empowered by that… I still do. Little one, if I were to teach you one thing as Nailmaster it would be to never leave behind the love inside you.

((Ch2.20))

Paladin- This Vessel is more dangerous than those I’ve faced before. More soul? More… void? Their siblings all fell by my determination to protect the Hive. I will make sure this Vessel shares their fate.

-

Page 95

Hornet- Cease this.

((Ch2.22))

Hornet- You need a plan. One of your own. Your Shade is peculiar, Vessel. It doesn’t match your shell. I have not seen that before…

((Ch2.23))

Honey- (Tip Tap)

((Ch2.25))

Honey- (-I don’t recognise)

((Ch2.26))

Argent- You are you? This is wrong!

-

Page 96

Argent- These are your memories. The past. In honey you dream forgotten memories. But this isn’t a memory. You look like the Luma… out there… in the present. Are you even…? Who are you?

And if this isn’t a memory… why am I here? I belong in your memories, but where is this? I’m alive… aren’t I? I shouldn’ be…

What happened to me, Honey? Luma? Where am I? No… I remember now… It’s… I’m…

Listen, Honey. There’s no time. This connection- this dream- it’s because of her. I won’t get a second chance. You will. She’s breaking through to us. Honey, you have to remember. You have to remember what happened between us at Hallownest’s Crown.

#hollow knight #hk comic #mod sketch