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yharnam-is-a-fuck · 1 year

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Bolt Paper and Fire Paper

Let's start with Fire Paper. As you can see from this image, it appears to be a strip of something that is on fire. Obviously. But you can see that it isnt just magic paper. There's clearly some sparks creating the fire and it isnt actually paper, but some kind of leather strip. The in game description doesn't give much, but it was created in the Healing Church workshop sometime AFTER the burning of Old Yharnam, or at least became popular during that time.

Let's move on to The Cooler Paper.

Looking at those two closely, you can already see many differences between these icons. The Bolt Paper clearly has some kind of fur on the larger end, which the sparks are causing to stand on end. This is already hinting towards its orgin, but i'll explain it in detail. Bolt Paper and the Tonitri (Tonitruses?) were created by Archibald. This Archibald fellow was an absolute lunatic of a Church Hunter. Unlike his other inventions, Hunters actually used this one, especially if they had never seen Darkbeasts. This is probably because if had associated the power of lightning with a Beast, it would be seen similar to Irreverent Izzys creations of Beast Roar and Claw. Anyways, Archibalds story starts in Ailing Loran, possible origin of the beast plague and home to many powerful beasts. This Chalice Dungeon is where we fight a lot of beasts. Beast Patients and Werewolves mostly, but the bosses are something special. The Loran Silverbeast, Abhorrent Beast, and Loran Darkbeast all have something in common besides being Beasts. They naturally generate bolt within their fur. Like Miyazakis little demented pokemon, they increase in size and electricity production as you go up, with Darkbeasts at the top of the food chain in Loran. On one dungeon run, Archibald must have seen a Darkbeast sparking with power and thought "thats cool as fuck" and sought to recreate the bolt... and succeded.

So that's it for the origin of the two. But what about the symbolism? Well the first part is obvious enough. As with all sets of two in Bloodborne, they represent the opposition of Laurence and Willem. Insight and Beasthood. Red and Blue. Cummmfpk Chalice and Pig Fisting. Fire for Beasts, and Bolt for despicable blobby things.

Relating it more specifically than that, it is quite obvious in the game that while Laurences obsession with the Blood and Willems obsession with Insight both royally fucked up, the Blood has caused more destruction across Bloodborne as a whole. So why do powerful Beasts use Bolt? More than just a evolutionary or biological defense mechanism, I think that Bolt using Beasts were created to hunt down and kill Kin, and possibly even Great Ones. It is heavily hinted that Oedon created the Plague of the Beast or Ashen Blood and that they are the result of an eldrich laison to seek to a surrogate child. Oedon could be sabotaging the work of more sympathetic Great Ones like Ebrietas or Kos by causing Beasts to destroy the Kin experiments of the Church and the School of Mensis. In a Bloodborne Comic, a deranged man sees visions of several bosses and things in Yharnam, but one of the coolest visuals is that of a Darkbeast, presumable Paarl, fighting The One Reborn. While the One Reborn is both a failed Great One and not considered Kin, the image of a Beast literally ripping the magnum opus of Yahar'Gul to shreds invokes quite a feeling. I know the comics arn't canon but they do seem to have a good understand of Bloodborne lore. Plus the art there is cool as hell.

So, that's my thoughts on Bolt vs Fire. Bolt Paper isn't the true path to godhood or anything but I think the "anti-kin beasts" theory is interesting and i've never seen anything about it.

#bloodborne #bloodborne lore #theory

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gazelessmenagerie · 6 months

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I think you know exactly who Santana is.

Venomlous abhorrance marred over the ire that had strewn about the Saiyan's face, the air thickening with a grueling anger. Virulent optics glared a hole through the soft tissues of the Greyfolk, fingers stained with the blood of another curled into fists for those scarce seconds. Building hate popped the veins against his sun tanned hide, muscle bulked before a much larger frame lunged with a quickness that wouldn't be expected from his build. Rather than expend already dwindling energy, he opted for precision to slam the peaks of his knuckles into the face of the offending worm and grind them into the side of a mountain standing several meters behind them.

HIs wrist twisted and turned in place, grinding each knuckle into the shattered mass of flesh and bone crumpling into itself. Crimson mixed with clear spinal and cerebral fluids as the wrinkled mass once whole squished out in every space it could beneath the cruelty of a fist. Puling out his limb, the satisfaction was fleeting before the Brute blasted away the remains with a flash of a green bolt of ki. Charred flesh scorched into ashen remains, scattered to the wind as the Brute sought out his next victim should they appear.

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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Title: I’ve Been Burned Before - Chapter #7

Pairing: Steter [Stiles + Peter]

Rating: Mature

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Mild Explicit Language

Summary:

The younger man shuffles in place. "Where do you suppose the spark is now?"

"Who knows?" said the older gentleman.

“Whatever was that spark’s name?” the old woman asks.

Neither man knows the answer, but a small girl nearby quickly engages them from her place on a swing set. “He was everyone and no one at once of course. No one knows his name. I think he could even be a she, but we’ll never know either way.”

@steter-stackson-bingo

Card Number: 107

Square: You Are Not Alone

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The months continue to pass and pretty soon they’ve been mated for three months. It’s a week after month three of being mated that a piece of information reaches the ears of the two mates through the mistletoe vine of supe news.

It’s an old woman that they overhear on their way to the shop from their date whose words make them stop in their tracks.

“It’s tragic is what it is but no one feels any great sympathy as far as I can tell. The lot of them were rotten and that Nemeton was rotten through and through.”

An older gentleman speaks next. “It’s a shame though. So many lives were lost. To think, all they needed was a spark. I mean they’re rare and all of course, but they had one. Had the spark not been harmed, they easily could’ve prevented everything.”

Peter watches his mate freeze in place as they listen in a manner that is as inconspicuous as possible. He's dying to wrap his arms around Stiles and hold him tight. The scent of fear and more is making his wolf anxious. Peter settles for taking his mate's hand and lacing their fingers together.

Stiles’s blood runs cold as he listens to the words said by a younger man who is the next to speak.

“Well, you know it’s called Beacon Hell for a reason. Sparks are gifts to us weres, gifts to the supernatural world in general, and that the spark was taken for granted is abhorrent. I don't blame the poor thing for leaving. I would have left too.”

The older gentleman clears his throat, humming in agreement. "Aye, as would I. Also, a spark needs an anchor which is often a pack. However, they don't need an anchor in the same way a were does. That group of individuals could hardly be considered a pack. They were the antithesis of such a sacred thing."

"The poor dear," the old woman says softly.

"My heart goes out to the spark, truly." The older man huffs, sounding vaguely annoyed. "If I had any idea who the spark was, I would've shown them what a pack should be like."

The younger man shuffles in place. "Where do you suppose the spark is now?"

"Who knows?" said the older gentleman.

“Whatever was that spark’s name?” the old woman asks.

The two mates wave and then keep walking, Stiles’s normally pale face ashen. Something has happened in Beacon Hills, but the question is, what exactly did happen? Neither of them says the words allowed, their new life still feeling somewhat fragile in some respects. Would it be just their luck if that accursed place and the ghosts of their past were the thing that shattered their peaceful existence?

✸ ✧ 🔥 ✧ ✸

It takes hours to calm Stiles down. Peter is exhausted by the time his mate finally settles.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Stiles gulps, inhaling air greedily as his chest loses its tightness. “Do you think it’s really bad?”

Peter shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s possible. Why?”

“No reason,” Stiles snaps. The shop shakes slightly with the spark's frustration, a glow coming from his eyes. Peter loves his mate and finds his power intoxicating but when he gets upset all the wolf wants to do is fix it. A frame falls to the ground and shatters.

Stiles glares at it and then at his mate. "Well shit. I'll have to make a new one for the dryad's birthday." His lips form a pout, the walls stilling and the shop suddenly silent once more.

Softly, Peter rumbles to soothe his mate. He hates when Stiles is upset, but he doesn't know how to approach him right now. They never talk about that accursed town. Neither of them loved it there. Neither of them has the fondest of memories of the place. Well, the fond memories they do have, don't outweigh the bad ones. "Stiles, darling? What can I do?"

"Nothing," the spark says, the scent of salt hitting the air. "Great. Now I'm all weepy. I hope you're happy."

The wolf quirks a brow and tilts his head at his mate's tone.

Stiles huffs, his cheeks pinking with sheepishness and guilt. "Sorry, my wolf," he mumbles. Stiles sighs and crosses his arms, looking so small and much less like the powerful spark Peter knows him to be. He's nearly hidden from the wolf's sight where he's sunk into the sofa with the giant quilt wrapped around him.

"It's all right, sweetheart. No harm done."

“I don’t give a damn about any of them,” Stiles says, sending a small smile to his mate in thanks but it quickly disappears. "I don't have a single damn fuck to give about them. I'm all fresh out of fucks."

The steady beat of the spark's heart doesn’t surprise Peter. Stiles is telling the truth and it would've shocked Peter more if he had still cared. The wolf has never claimed to be a good person and well Stiles hasn’t either. It’s like Darcy says, 'My good opinion once lost is lost forever.'

The Beacon Hell Hole wolves didn’t heed the warning. He wonders what exactly happened but decides not to push any more. He’s not eager to find out the circumstances behind the gossip they overheard earlier today. That accursed town holds nothing good for him or his mate.

So instead, Peter guides his mate to lay down and positions himself between his mate and the back of the sofa. He curls around his mate's back and holds him close. After a few minutes of gently running his clawed fingers through Stiles's hair, Peter tucks the quilt in tight around his mate and buries his nose in the spark’s neck. The outside world can fuck off for now, especially whatever shitstorm the wolves have undergone. Whatever it was, they surely brought it upon themselves.

✸ ✧ 🔥 ✧ ✸

When Peter wakes, his mate isn’t there and he panics slightly. He snarls softly and tries to calm his racing heart, only relaxing when he sees Stiles sitting cross legged on the floor. The spark is silently staring at nothing almost like he's in a trance. As the wolf sits up, he recognizes what's happening. He's only seen it on a few occasions and he's in awe every time.

Right now, his mate is wearing the expression he has when the spark is communicating with the earth, although usually he does it outside where he can actually—“Did a root decide it wanted to buy some potions?” the wolf says in a teasing tone.

Stiles blinks and slowly turns to look at him. His eyes are glowing bright purple, the small strikes of lightning making Peter shudder. At first, the wolf doesn't think he'll get a reply, but after a couple minutes, his gaze still distant, Stiles says, “They’re gone. All of them. They are all gone. There’s no one left.”

Peter stills, his eyes widening. “No one?” he whispers.

“No one.”

The spark reaches forward to take his mate’s hand so he too can see what Stiles has learned from Mother Earth and Neoma, Queen of the Nemeta. His voice is eerie when he speaks.

“Nemeta are sacred and are worshiped as goddesses in most countries. They are protected by their chosen guardian. Every single Nemeta has a guardian except for the Nemeton in Beacon Hills.

“For a time, the guardian was my mother but then she grew ill and there was no one to teach me. So, the Nemeton tried to find me and show me my role, but she wasn’t strong enough. The town fell into darkness, a darkness so depriving that she was lost to hibernation. She was too weak but then the night you were killed by fire, she was awakened once more. She healed my burn, though the scar was beyond her ability to heal. She then aided me in my departure as best she could.

“However, she kept watch over the town as much as was in her power to do so. She saw the way the so called pack functioned. There was no loyalty among them. There was no real connection, and the pack bonds were non-existent.

“So, the day after you left, the Nemeton reached out to her queen to plead with her. She begged the queen to see the town was cleansed. The Queen did but when she discovered just how deep into the darkness the town had gone, she said there was nothing for them to do but start over. Like Noah in the ark, the Nemeton shot up and swallowed the town whole in her new shadow.”

Peter is silent and frozen as he listens, almost unable to believe what he’s hearing. “So, there’s no more Beacon Hills? No Derek or Scott or your—”

“No more,” Stiles says, cutting his mate off. He swallows thickly, his throat clicking with the action. “There is no such thing as Beacon Hills anymore.” Then Stiles slumps as if he were a puppet that had gotten its strings cut.

Peter is quick to catch his mate and pulls him close. The rest of the information continues to trickle into the wolf’s mind, and he snarls at what he learns.

~✸🔥✸~

Deaton helped Kate.

Gerard and Kate worked together to kill Laura and Peter was blamed.

Derek abused his power over the new betas and ended up blinded by them.

The Sheriff was turned and then went feral.

Stiles had been the heart, had been the glue, of what little pack they had.

When Stiles left everything fell apart.

~✸🔥✸~

The wolf looks down at his unconscious mate and brushes the chocolate curls away from his eyes. His beautiful mate who was the glue and heart of that band of misfits left and without him they were nothing. Now, from what Peter has just gleaned, they really are nothing. They are no more.

With a sigh, Peter lifts his mate and carries him upstairs to the bedroom. He sets about tucking the two of them into bed. The wolf doesn’t expect anything more from Stiles tonight, but just as he’s about to fall asleep himself, he feels a tug on his wrist. Amber eyes lock with his own as the spark speaks in a whisper. “I have to go back.”

Peter blinks and narrows his eyes. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

“Why?” Peter snaps. “There’s nothing there. You said it yourself. There's nothing there for you. There's nothing there for me. There is nothing there for either of us. Why would you go back?!"

A hand cups the wolf’s cheek and Stiles flashes his eyes. “It’s my birthright. Neoma has asked me to go. It is now my duty as it was my mother’s duty before me.” Stiles’s voice cracks. “Don’t make me go alone, my wolf. I don’t want to go alone.”

Peter growls softly and pulls his mate into a tight embrace. “I told you there’s no place for me other than by your side. You are not alone. You will never be alone again. I promise. I belong by your side, always. I will be by your side until my final breath, darling.”

The tension that had built up in Stiles in preparation for his mate’s refusal dissipates. The spark smiles, his eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I love you, mój słodki wilku," he whispers against the tan skin of his mate's throat. The spark noses at his claiming bite, giving it a harsh nip, that he soothes the sting of with his tongue.

The action elicits a soft gasp from the wolf. "And I you, little sparkling."

Stiles pulls back with a wet laugh and puckers his lips, seeking a kiss from his wolf, a kiss from his mate. Of course, Peter eagerly gives the amber eyed man what he desires. There’s nothing the wolf wouldn’t do for Stiles, nothing he wouldn't do for his mate. Peter can only hope that the spark knows this. IF he doesn't, Peter will keep reminding him over and over and over again.

With this in mind, the wolf pulls from the kiss to lock eyes with his gorgeous mate. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. You know that right?"

A thick swallow makes the pale column of his mate's throat tighten and loosen as the spark nods. "Yes, but I love hearing it just the same."

"Then I shall tell you over and over and over again. I never want you to doubt it."

Stiles smiles, his cheeks bright pink again. "The same goes for me in regard to you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my Peter wolf."

"Oh?" Peter says, his smile doing things to Stiles. The wolf's heart swells, and he kisses the tip of Stiles's nose. "I didn't know that, but now I do."

"What a pair we make, huh?" Stiles says with a goofy grin.

Peter chuckles. "Yes, what a pair we make indeed."

Stiles quirks a brow and chews his lip, gasping with a clawed finger gently pries the lip from between his teeth.

"What do you want, Stiles?"

"You. Peter, I want you."

"I'm yours," the wolf breathes, bringing their lips together once more.

They get lost in the intoxication of skin on skin when the spark vanishes their clothing. Tomorrow, they will worry about the trek back to the place where it all began, but for now they will indulge in the carnal pleasures they can bring each other. They will do so again and again and again until dawn.

#steter-stackson-bingo #steter #steter fic #stiles stilinski #peter hale #square filled: you are not alone #stiles x peter #peter x stiles #spark stiles stilinski #wolf peter hale #good peter hale #mates peter hale/stiles stilinski #magic #gossip #emotionally hurt stiles stilinski #hurt/comfort #discoveries #nemeton #stiles stilinski speaks polish

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havocinthebluebox · 1 year

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Top album 2022 (bonus 2)

Things I loved but didn't make it to the top :

Pure Wrath – Hymn to the Woeful Hearts

Desolate Shrine – Fires Of The Dying World

Trolldom – Av Gudars Ätt

Aries – Le Dernier Sacre

Thos Ælla – Sempiternal Mobocracies

Aara – Triade II : Hemera

Vargatand – Vargatand

Αχεροντας – The Seven Tongues of ΔΑΗΜΩΝ

Gaerea – Mirage

Pensées Nocturnes – Douce Fange

FT-17 – Aisne 1914

Pestilent Hex – The Ashen Abhorrence

Destroyer 666 - Never Surrender

Lili Refrain - Mana

Vaino – Metsänpeitto

Celeste – Assassine(s)

Amorphis – Halo

Ysyry Mollvün – Ysyry Mollvün

Arð – Take Up My Bones

Vaina – ✥ Futue Te Ipsum ✥ Angel with Many Faces

Ghost – Impera

Besna – Zverstvá

Messa – Close

Heltekvad – Morgenrødens Helvedesherre

The Nest – Her True Nature

Bâ’a – Egrégore

Heltekvad – Morgenrødens Helvedesherre

Desolate Shrine – Fires Of The Dying World

Bhleg – Fäghring

Darkher – The Buried Storm

Al-Namrood – Worship the Degenerate

Arthuros – Ultraromance

Horn – Verzet

Predatory Night – Death and the Twillight Hours

Sacrifizer – Le Diamant de Lucifer

Lunar Chalice – The Shadow Pilgrimage

Vandalorum – Flagellum Dei

Dark Fount – Become the Soul of Mist

Satyricon – Satyricon & Munch

Nubivagant – The Wheel and the Universe

Czarny Bez – Ludzie, Duchy, Bogi

Miséricorde – Le Loup des Ruines

Grima – Frostbitten

Avel – Avel

Dregahir – Dregahir the Crebain

Wampiric Rites – The Wolves Howl to the Moon

Lustre – A Thirst for Summer Rain

Wyrms – Sarkhral Lumænor

Satanic Warmaster - Aamongandr

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EP, demos, singles, etc :

...And Oceans - The Collector and his Construct

Ieschure/Moloch – Among the Swamps and Darkness

Hulder – The Eternal Fanfare

Unholdun – Unholdun

Archgoat – All Christianity Ends

Gallower – Eastern Witchcraft

Sainte-Marie des Loups – Obéissance… Jusqu’à la mort

Osi and the Jupiter – Night in White Satin

Woods of Desolation - The Falling Tide

Häxan – Rains

Roi Rouge – Tant que je respire, j’espère

Kawir – War of the Giants

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ghostcultmagazine · 2 years

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maquina-semiotica · 10 months

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Pestilent Hex, "Chapter I: "The Ashen Abhorrence""

#Pestilent Hex #Spotify

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human-antithesis · 1 year

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To Ashen Havens

Lyrics: How come this light reveals none of its source and nature, as it guides the thirsty through lands of drought to new springs? In purest suffering lies purest insight. A faint gleam of bottomless perdition. Many are called yet none will be chosen. Cold sun shines upon their wanderings. How come the voice of a shining angel is silent and feeble, as it sings the radiant glory and splendor of high heavens? From scorched foundations to ashen havens. From withered temples to vacant thrones. In glacial wastes, beneath empty skies, a monument of decay stands tall amidst ruin. Scorn and abhorrence. Virtue is a farce. The shepherd spits at its flock. There comes the only revelation - a mocking laughter of the fellow fallen. In purest suffering lies purest insight. A faint gleam of bottomless perdition. Many are called yet none will be chosen. Cold sun shines upon their wanderings. How come the lord delights in transience, as we perish and fade in mere presence of his light? How come these springs to ease our thirst flow with the tears of our beloved?

#Kriegsmaschine #Black Metal #Poland

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writersaraheriksson · 1 year

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Short Story - The Mistress of Silence

YEAR 402

Illustration by S. Eriksson using Midjourney.

The others were mere pinpricks on the clear horizon of the never-ending grasslands. Thankfully, the battle raging in the heated basin below the surrounding hills endured despite the coming storm.

Nogi let the blood of the slain soldier at her feet linger on her hands. A layer of scarlet goo peeled off with her fingers' movements. She had thought this would bother her. Her first, but it did not. It would be the first of thousands.

The unrelenting winds sweeping across the grasslands whipped at her ears. No doubt, her intricate hairstyle, which took hours to perfect with its braided updo, had become a tangled mess: a fact that would have mattered if not for the historic deeds she was about to let seep into the blood-stained history books of the great countries.

A Vesilian flag, blue canvas with a silver stitched double-headed hawk, flapped with the breeze as if sending a warning to its countrymen trapped in the basin. At least, it would have if only the slain bannerman had managed to lower the signal flag beneath. For all the soldiers down below knew, all was in order. They were solely there to deplete the Burrousie and Drelorian forces before claiming the lands theirs, if only for a few more years.

Against the wind, Nogi's words drowned, but she sang them regardless, like a well-known prayer.

"The roaring, the thunderous. The unuttered, the quiet. Master of Gust, Mistress of Silence."

The folly was endless, and the viciousness accompanying it abhorrent. Every misdeed and travesty befalling Eckros fueled her being. The soul-crushing pleas of a people violated for hundreds of years tore at her eardrums. The horrific deed she was about to put in motion was the last desperate wail of a dead country. Her country. Her lands. Her resolve would not falter, even if it meant a greeting of the Mistress of Silence.

On the far edges of the basin, where bannermen of the other countries resided, five followed by six signals, soared into the air. Arrows with tails made of colorful silk caught the gleaming sun.

Nogi's fingers stroke along the arrow's shaft, coming to a halt at its fletching. Unbothered by the strain it took to send the arrow on its way, she continued the song.

"Master of Gust, Mistress of Silence Take heed Those once quelled, let birth anew."

With a hushed whistle, the arrow and its tail took flight. She was ready. The cold world would be set ablaze.

The asymmetrical satin garment flowing over her exposed dark skin tickled her calves just as much as the crisp blades of grass. She undid the straps of a leather bag, withdrawing a metal contraption doused with sulfur. Aleca had assured results.

With a quick jab of the identical metal pieces, a spark kindled. Nogi held it near a torch drenched in oil. The heat was immediate, vile ... dreadful. Deciding to drown out the conflicting voices igniting within, she kept singing.

"Master of Gust, Mistress of Silence Once roaming, later idle Legends ashen

Reignited We will never forget."

The fire starter fell to the ground beside her. Her hand squeezed the torch with renewed conviction as grey plumes of smoke began enclosing the armies below. Their mission started with tiny sparks.

She lowered the famished flames to the parched grass. With a longing embrace, the fire licked a straw of grass.

"Bear witness: Master of Gust, Mistress of Silence This shall never be forgiven."

She was a butcher; she was vengeance. She had the fire and unleashed it. The torch followed her stride. Slowly, she brushed the flames against the grass.

The pinpricks in the middle of the basin below scattered. Groups of soldiers split off in desperate sprints to escape their impending, unrelenting death. But the fire spread ferociously. Pearls of sweat vaporized along Nogi's skin. She shut her eyes, wanting nothing more than to hear the call to retreat and pleas for mercy, knowing fully well she would ignore them.

This was the sound of freedom. This was the sound of peace.

Nogi turned her head toward the darkening sky and spoke to the wind: "Never forgotten, nor forgiven."

--- THE END ---

Thank you for reading this short story. Hopefully you enjoyed it! Please feel free to vote, share this story with your community and perhaps give this little aspiering writer a follow :)

This story is the forth short story in a collection within the Silver & Crimson universe created by Sarah Eriksson. Silver & Crimson is a gritty fantasy series. My debute novel "Forged in Crimson" is looking for representation.

Meanwhile, I write stories and share them on this platform. The stories take place in the same universe as Silver & Crimson.

#creative writing #amwriting #original writing #fantasy #angst

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voidsentprinces · 2 years

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The Realm of Naught or the Realm of Nothingness is the Ashen Realm, most enigmatic in the Abhorrent Sect. It is nothing but a black void, completely lacking in anything. Light, sound, and self do not exist in it. Its function can only be guessed, the best one being it has a dual function. As the realm where the excessive corruptive influence for the other abhorrent realms, i.e.: The Realms of Solitude, Despair, and Madness, respectively, overflow into. The Realm of Naught being a bottomless pit to ensure loneliness, sorrow, and madness doesn’t corrupt other Ashen Realms stationed in the Inevitable, Viced, and Crushing Sects. The secondary function is that all places, people, and things forgotten by mortality reside in this realm. Occasionally, a shadowy kingdom, blackened souls, or objects will appear in the Realm before sinking back into the nothing.

Investigative scholars have observed that the Realm of Naught is corruptive as well in some small way. The longer one who is not bound to it, remains inside the Realm. The more they lose “themselves” to it. Records report, emotion is the first thing to be siphoned away. Little by little, both negative and positive feelings erode away. Next then memory, long term, then short term. Finally the sense of self fades until a person can no longer observe their existence and therefore, they also begin to sink into the naught. If someone fully is submerged in the naught after an extended period of exposure to the Realm. All memory and existence of the person, is speculated to fade from relative, associate, and written record. Leaving only a vague sense of something lost. It is speculated, for the scholars who made the initial and following observations cannot recall, what became of their hypothetical colleagues.

The Hollow Mantra

“Let your heart become the pit, empty yourself into it. Leave your cares and worries with it, let it take your suffering, your fear, your guilt. Be not afraid of it, it is your progenitor. You sprouted from naught, now embrace it. Empty yourself into it, return to naught.”

#{ Lord Genixma de Pâle }

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7e-oeil · 2 years

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PESTILENT HEX "The Ashen Abhorrence" 2 colors on black heavy cardboard slipcases Limited Edition LP - 108 copies Limited Edition CD - 50 copies w/ @debemurmorti x @pestilenthex https://www.instagram.com/p/ChKpmxeKg0u/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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metalindex-hu · 2 years

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Fémjelzés – a hét újdonságai (2022. július 4 – 11.)

Fémjelzés – a hét újdonságai (2022. július 4 – 11.) - https://metalindex.hu/2022/07/11/femjelzes-a-het-ujdonsagai-2022-julius-4-11/ -

Az underground zenék kedvelői a nyár derekán is megtalálják a csemegéket a heti megjelenések listájában.

1917 – Cruel Dimension (death metal) Aag – Interstellar Desolation (atmoszferikus black metal) Adventum Diaboli – Ο λόγος του σκότους Chapter II: The Unbeliever (black metal) Alburnum – Buitenlucht (atmoszferikus/folk black metal) Altaria – Wisdom (melodikus power metal/hard rock) Altars – Ascetic Reflection (death metal) Ancient North – The Nine Realms (black metal) Anticreation – From the Dust of Embers (death/black metal) Antti Martikainen – Throne of the North (Redux) (szimfonikus metal) Asterean – Cosmorama (melodikus black/death metal) Atomic Symphony – Hybris (progresszív metal) Begrime Exemious – Rotting in the Aftermath (black/death metal) Betray the Death – Industrial Haze (post-black metal/rock) Blackwater Drowning – Sonder // Satori (melodikus death metal/metalcore) Blight by Defeat – Outcast and Decay (death metal) Catacombs – Materialized In Agony (death metal) Cavernaria – Profecía de los condenados (doom metal) Colorful Shadows – Life (progresszív/atmoszferikus black metal) Confession – Coloured by the Red Flames of Fire (black metal) Criaturas de la Noche – El silencio en muertes estridentes (gótikus rock) Crystayler – Vision of Death (black metal) Daredevil – Оцепенение (heavy metal) Den Mørke Skogen – Audible Transcriptions of Pure Psychological Torture (black metal) Down on Me – State of Brokenness (groove/thrash metal) Drive-By Bukkake – Bastards of Slime (death/thrash metal) Druidikal – Doom and Glamis (industrial black/death/folk metal) Erik Larson – Red Lines (southern metal/hard rock) Eva – Agony (atmoszferikus black metal) Final Summon – Paralyzed Reality (thrash/death metal) Fingerpriest – Potential Pyromaniac (thrash metal/crossover) Forsaken Eternity – A Kingdom of Ice (melodikus black/power metal) Futurism – Reactivity (doom/black/death metal) Godflesh Deformed – Plague upon the Earth (melodikus black metal) Golgata – Ur eld och aska (melodikus black metal) Grenadier – Trumpets Blare in Blazing Glory (melodikus death metal) Halo of Catastrophe – Symphony from Ruin (heavy/power metal) Harm Wulf – Schwert und Hexerei (black metal) HolyRoller – Swimming Witches (pszichedelikus doom/stoner metal) Homeskin – Life’s Wishes to Tears (avantgárd black metal/grindcore) Ice Howl – Darkness from Beyond (doom/stoner/heavy metal) Ill Tidings – Hymns to Demise (black metal) Immhoshlakh – Цикл сновидений (Dream Cycle) (death/thrash metal) Kruhl – Sanguine Nihilism (death/thrash/groove metal) Lady Evil – Lilith (heavy metal) Largoloth – Largoloth (progresszív doom metal) Lighthouse – I (black metal) Lo Oscuro – Terror (stoner metal/rock) Lord Mantis – Tormentor (EP) (blackened sludge metal) Lungfish3000 – Songsubs, Vol. 2 (power metal/avantgárd/jazz) Marlugubre – Maladie (progresszív death metal/ambient) Meei – The Aftermath (szimfonikus/folk/death metal) Metonic – The Priest (heavy metal) Mierka – Moments of Light and Dark (atmoszferikus black metal) Mourir – Disgrâce (black metal) My Life Ends Here – Sorrow (depresszív black metal/shoegaze) Natura Aeternum – Reminiscencia (epikus/atmoszferikus black metal/ambient) Nean – The Ominous Catharsis (black metal) Negative 13 – Mourning Asteri (sludge metal) NG – Beat Hell’s (progresszív metal) Nighthawks – Stellar Warlords (heavy metal) Nightmare – Live Hard, Die Hard (heavy/speed metal) Ninja Hatorry – Fase (thrash metal/crossover) Noctisis – State of Grief (black metal) Nuiterra – …in the Dark (szimfonikus metal) Obiat – Indian Ocean (stoner/doom metal) Omenfilth – Possessed by the Pentacle Spell (black metal) Opponent – Sentinel (melodikus groove/heavy metal) Organ Blender – Teemu Khan (death metal) Organectomy – Nail Below Nail (slam/brutális death metal) Pestilent Hex – The Ashen Abhorrence (melodikus/szimfonikus black metal) Project MSK – Ghost in the Machine (szimfonikus power metal) Samán – II. Montaña roja (doom/stoner metal) Scalare – Under Hells Dominion (heavy metal) Scaphis – Dissected & Fermented (death metal) Scum – Muxu zitala (death metal/grindcore) Seep – Hymns to the Gore (death/doom metal) Serpentine Cerberus – The Abandoned Temple (doom metal) Seven Hollows – Reclamation of the Wings (experimental black metal) Sikasa – Matter Earth (progresszív/post-metal) Sinn Demonisk – Humanity’s Cycle (nyers black metal/crust punk) Sloth Hammer – Preparation Is for Cowards (experimental drone/sludge/doom metal) Sobernot – Destroy (thrash/groove metal) Søppelskaler – Young and in Space – Invisa-Tomb (black/death metal) Spirewell – For They Speak Against Thee Wickedly (gótikus/doom/death metal) Telekinetic Yeti – Primordial (stoner/doom metal) Templars – Knight of Metal (heavy metal) The Machinist – All Is Not Well (deathcore) Tombstone – To the Existence of Light (black metal) Torturized – Aftermath (death metal) Traitor – Exiled to the Surface (thrash metal) Twisted Horn – You Will Die Here (post-black metal/shoegaze) Undertow – Bipolar (groove/gótikus/doom metal) Unholy Grave – Total Agathocles (grindcore/noisecore) Uzlaga – The Might of Waves (atmoszferikus black metal) Voha – Celestial Winter Sadness (black metal) Vomit Forth – Seething Malevolence (brutális death metal) WarClown – Agents of Chaos (thrash/groove metal) We Knew John Doe – MMXVII MMXXII (metalcore/melodikus death metal) Witches Forest – Cycles and Illusions (black metal) Within Temptation – Don’t Pray for Me (EP) (szimfonikus/alternatív rock) Written in Torment – Black Command (black metal) Zatrebil – Will Never Last Forever (nyers black metal)

#Hírek

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sapphireginger · 1 year

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Title: I’ve Been Burned Before - Chapter #7

Pairing: Steter [Stiles Stilinski + Peter Hale]

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 2,317

Warnings:

Mild Explicit Language

Summary:

The younger man shuffles in place. "Where do you suppose the spark is now?"

"Who knows?" said the older gentleman.

“Whatever was that spark’s name?” the old woman asks.

A/N: Enjoy!! ♡ ♥︎ ♡

Full AO3 Link

Created For: @anyfandomgoesbingo / Square Filled: “I hope you’re happy.”

It’s an old woman that they overhear on their way to the shop from their date whose words make them stop in their tracks.

“It’s tragic is what it is but no one feels any great sympathy as far as I can tell. The lot of them were rotten and that Nemeton was rotten through and through.”

Stiles’s blood runs cold as he listens to the words said by a younger man who is the next to speak.

"The poor dear," the old woman says softly.

"My heart goes out to the spark, truly." The older man huffs, sounding vaguely annoyed. "If I had any idea who the spark was, I would've shown them what a pack should be like."

The younger man shuffles in place. "Where do you suppose the spark is now?"

"Who knows?" said the older gentleman.

“Whatever was that spark’s name?” the old woman asks.

✸ ✧ 🔥 ✧ ✸

It takes hours to calm Stiles down. Peter is exhausted by the time his mate finally settles.

“Talk to me, sweetheart.”

Stiles gulps, inhaling air greedily as his chest loses its tightness. “Do you think it’s really bad?”

Peter shrugs. “I don’t know. It’s possible. Why?”

Stiles glares at it and then at his mate. "Well shit. I'll have to make a new one for the dryad's birthday." His lips form a pout, the walls stilling and the shop suddenly silent once more.

"Nothing," the spark says, the scent of salt hitting the air. "Great. Now I'm all weepy. I hope you're happy."

The wolf quirks a brow and tilts his head at his mate's tone.

"It's all right, sweetheart. No harm done."

✸ ✧ 🔥 ✧ ✸

Peter stills, his eyes widening. “No one?” he whispers.

“No one.”

The spark reaches forward to take his mate’s hand so he too can see what Stiles has learned from Mother Earth and Neoma, Queen of the Nemeta. His voice is eerie when he speaks.

“Nemeta are sacred and are worshiped as goddesses in most countries. They are protected by their chosen guardian. Every single Nemeta has a guardian except for the Nemeton in Beacon Hills.

Peter is silent and frozen as he listens, almost unable to believe what he’s hearing. “So, there’s no more Beacon Hills? No Derek or Scott or your—”

Peter is quick to catch his mate and pulls him close. The rest of the information continues to trickle into the wolf’s mind, and he snarls at what he learns.

✸🔥✸

Deaton helped Kate.

Gerard and Kate worked together to kill Laura and Peter was blamed.

Derek abused his power over the new betas and ended up blinded by them.

The Sheriff was turned and then went feral.

Stiles had been the heart, had been the glue, of what little pack they had.

When Stiles left everything fell apart.

✸🔥✸

Peter blinks and narrows his eyes. “No, you don’t.”

“Yes, I do.”

The action elicits a soft gasp from the wolf. "And I you, little sparkling."

With this in mind, the wolf pulls from the kiss to lock eyes with his gorgeous mate. "There is nothing I wouldn't do for you. You know that right?"

A thick swallow makes the pale column of his mate's throat tighten and loosen as the spark nods. "Yes, but I love hearing it just the same."

"Then I shall tell you over and over and over again. I never want you to doubt it."

Stiles smiles, his cheeks bright pink again. "The same goes for me in regard to you. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you, my Peter wolf."

"Oh?" Peter says, his smile doing things to Stiles. The wolf's heart swells, and he kisses the tip of Stiles's nose. "I didn't know that, but now I do."

"What a pair we make, huh?" Stiles says with a goofy grin.

Peter chuckles. "Yes, what a pair we make indeed."

Stiles quirks a brow and chews his lip, gasping with a clawed finger gently pries the lip from between his teeth.

"What do you want, Stiles?"

"You. Peter, I want you."

"I'm yours," the wolf breathes, bringing their lips together once more.

#anyfandomgoesbingo #afg mixed bingo #teen wolf #square filled: I hope you're happy.#stiles stilinski #peter hale #steter #stiles x peter #peter x stiles #spark stiles stilinski #light angst #mates peter hale/stiles stilinski #magic #gossip #stiles stilinski speaks polish

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xmystophalesx · 2 years

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Best New Heavy Metal Releases Week of July 8th, 2022

Still having issues with this new Covid variant that I picked up. That being said, I’m not really feeling up doing a full write up this week. Really not feeling doing much of anything outside of sleeping. I will say, however, that my pick of the week this week is making a serious push for Thrash Metal album of the year so far.

BEST OF THE BEST

Beyond the Catacombs-Fatal Error (Death)**

Traitor-Exiled to the Surface (Thrash)**

Parthian-Desolation of a Ceaseless Dawn (Death/Progressive)**

Sikasa-Matter Earth (Progressive/Post)**

Scaphis-Dissected & Fermented (Death)**

Hopefully, this illness runs its course this week. Until next week and, as always,

BANGTHY HEAD!!!

All worthy of a listen if you like the genre

*= standout in that genre

**=best of the week regardless of genre

Burialkult-Infernal Death Manifest (Black)*

Beyond the Catacombs-Fatal Error (Death)**

Jerna-Cmy (Folk/Death)

VH Frenzy-Bleak Light (Heavy/Hard Rock)

Lord Vigo-We Shall Overcome (Heavy/Doom)

White Tyger-This Is the Life (Heavy/Glam)

Vomit Forth-Seething Malevolence (Death)

Flatline Feedback-Scraps (Gard Rock)

Wizzo-Most Severe Crisis (Stoner)*

Atomic Symphony-Hybris (Progressive)*

Cerebral Extinction-Escape From Illusion (Technical Death)

Gutlocker-To Be Alive (Groove)*

Serpents in Paradise-Temptation(Heard Rock/Heavy)*

Blackwater Drowning-Sonder//Satori (Melodic Death)

Formation Ritual-The Shifting Dust (Stoner)*

Ian Danter-Rule of Three (Hard Rock)

Patriarchs in Black-Reach for the Scars (Stoner/Doom)

Telekinetic Yeti-Primordial (Stoner)

Organectomy-Nail Below Nail (Death)

Traitor-Exiled to the Surface (Thrash)**

I Lit the Sun-Dolorem (Doom/Progressive)

Sobernot-Destroy (Thrash/Groove)*

Parthian-Desolation of a Ceaseless Dawn (Death/Progressive)**

Wanted-Chain Reaction (Heavy/Hard Rock)*

Asterean-Cosmorama (Melodic Death)*

Sikasa-Matter Earth (Progressive/Post)**

Altars-Ascetic Reflection (Death/Progressive)*

Fear Not-Fields of Sorrow (Hard Rock)*

Forsaken Eternity-A Kingdom of Ice (Melodic Black/Power)

Greylotus-Dawnfall (Progressive Death)*

Dead Tired-Satan Will Follow You Home (Punk/Crossover)*

Pestilential Hex-The Ashen Abhorrence (Melodic Black/Symphonic)

Scaphis-Dissected & Fermented (Death)**

Torturized-Aftermath (Death)

Wormrot-Hiss (Grind/Death)*

Alburnum-Buitenlucht (Black

Traitor takes the Pick of the Week title pretty handily with 5 summertime bulldogs out of 5!

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kashacreates · 2 years

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Happy STS! If you're doing these, feel free to share you're favorite description you've written in one of your wips.

Happy STS! I'm happy to accept asks.

I'm going to do two, since they're connected across stories.

CW for gore, murder, blood, and the utter destruction of Torque's soul.

This one is in Friends Part 1

The crackle in her voice elicited a crunch in his thoughts, a shade of bone-white and soft pink in a sea of drab, dark grey. Illness – unheard of among the ranks and within the sterile broodhalls– it brought a deep terrified thrum to his hearts. The masters required abject cleanliness; their machinations abhorrent for minuscule life. A Vactyr wallowing in the filth with the lowliest scum on the planet may as well be a babe in the jaws of an Other. Any common pestilence would make her body and mind its playground without the master’s medicines.

The cot had somehow transformed to stony sandpaper. Torque turned over; his long neck draped off the rounded metal edge of his bedding. Thin, stiff canvas strained from the odd angles of his arms and hips. His horns rested on the floor, their large curves scritching at the metal tiling. Torque sighed.

Scorched dreams danced between his horns, ashen snowfall laced with snarling, starving madness dusted his face. Growling met the crunch of bone between thorned teeth and twisted jaws.

This one is in the original version of The Tortured One, still awaiting translation to the new universe. Primals = Lost. To give a little context: They're on Ayla post-scourge and one of the team caught it, transformed in the middle of the night, and ate one of the other teammates. Torque is the one to handle it since he's disposable.

This is a low point because this is the point Torque's soft-hearted-ness breaks. He can't be who he is because of his circumstances. (Also, Torque's feelings for Gex are mixed. He also crushed on him)

Scar dry-heaved once the voices silenced into an intolerable crunch. Slowly, he poked his horned head out of the entrance to find Torque standing over the mangled corpses, his shoulders shaking in silent sobbing.. or was it laughter?

Whining Primals scrambled towards Scar once they saw him standing just outside the cave entrance. His jaw hung open as he pushed back the tear, snot and drool covered primals behind him… just in case.

“I… really hated that guy,” Torque chortled under his breath, shaking his head as he brought a hand up to wipe the soot and viscera from his face. His mouth convulsed, unable to decide whether to pull itself into a giddy, crooked grin or to twist itself into a soul crushing sob. Hot, crimson tears ran down his cheeks as he stared down at the blackened blood of his brother streaked across his brown palms… his once-brother. His gaze fell to the victim, the stark white of his freshly exposed rib cage and pink meat that clung to the translucent tissue strung between the bones were a stark reminder of just how dismal and grey this ashen planet really was. Torque’s thoughts slowed to a crawl, unable to process the magnitude of slaughtering his own flesh and blood. He could only laugh; an unhinged song of a broken soul that chilled Scar’s scarred hearts.

#cw gore #cw angst #cw murder #cw blood #ask game #Some of the horror stuff I've written has been the best description stuff I've done imo

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