I know I'm just reaching, but the sequence of Silver waking up in the Rabbit Race feels so much like the occuring ways he's woken up by Lilia 😭😭😭🙏🙏💖💕💞💕
⬆️⬆️⬆️ This is from the Rabbit Fest
⬇️⬇️⬇️ This is the parallel of it in Book 7
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one thing I noticed, Silver and Knight of Dawn do have similarities with their magic other than their whole white void magic... ITS THAT THEY BOTH REQUIRE A FAE TO DEVOTE THEIR STRENGTH TO 😭😭🙏🙏✨💖💕💖💕
In Japanese, they basically said the same thing😭😭‼️‼️✨✨ especially the 我に力を!!😭😭(in silver's case the way he says his line is just more ""informal"" (俺に力を) than Dawn, he says "ore ni" unlike "ware ni")
Does this mean in Silver's heart,,, Lilia is Silver's guardian fairy??? 😭😭😭💞💞💞
GRAAGHHH I CANT WITH THEM SJSHDJAJD
I know thats like obvious already but "guardian fairies" for Knight of Dawn, was the origin of his power, every time he wields his sword he dedicates his strength to them, so every battle he endures feels like its for the fairies that gives him strength and in turn, he wants to protect them (and remember that Silver's dream is to be a knight capable of protecting Malleus and Lilia (the faes he loves!!!))
IM GONNA SOB... GUYS IT KINDA FEELS LIKE he loves his father so much, he thinks his strength came from his love to Lilia😭😭
So, the thing that makes Silver strong even against his sleepiness or sadness, is true love, JDJSJDJS regardless if its not Lilia, it could be Sebek, it could be the first years...
Its mostly Lilia OFCC but it can also be from friends and in the Rabbit Fest, the first years, who are his friends😭💖💖💖🙏✨ I'm sure Lilia would be proud AJDJWJS
ALSO now this just makes me think that MAYBE Silver's and Dawn's lineage, requires them "to love someone," or "be loved" in order to be strong???
If so, THAT COULD BE A PARALLEL to the fact that the Draconia lineage also needs lots of love in order to be born... so both Silver/Knight of Dawn and Malleus/Meleanor are people who were born and whose strength centers around love— kind of like they cant exist nor grow up without it 😭😭💞🙏✨✨
WE NEED MORE KNIGHT OF DAWN LOREEE I NEED TO CONFIRM THIS KNIGHT'S BACKSTORY PLEASEEEEEEE😭😭💥💥🙏🙏✨✨✨
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His sister bought him the clock!! For his birthday!! ; ; They tried to play a little game of it, "In a sham of a seance..."
Leo Amicus: "Has it all been a dream? Am I waking up for the first time? Am I still with my family? Am I not crumbling yet? It just isn't fair...Not just, not me--any of it. To anybody. It's just not fair. I can hear the sounds so much--it's so much louder now. I can hear it over everything. I can see it again. The machine. I remember her face. I remember too much. When did I start crumbling? When do you start growing and stop crumbling? I--I don't trust myself. And...it could be worse. I'll put that on my tombstone at that point."
Thinking about...how the through-line of all these little threads is every character agonizing over family. Malcolm wondering, "Was my family involved?" Edgar grappling with how much it hurts that he saved someone in Candela, "someone who wasn't my family," instead of finally chasing down the one lead on his sister he's had in years. Grimoria fearing what will happen the day she feels a spirit and it's her own family's. Leo wishing he could turn back time and forget that clock and just have his sister back--
The way Taliesin describes Leo's trauma as, "I can hear the sounds so much--it's so much louder now. I can hear it over everything." The way it so heartbreakingly parallels his description of love as, "And it makes the sound of whatever happened to you before quiet. At least for a moment--"
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A Tribute To A Titan🧡
I woke up this morning, to a community post of Technoblade by molzeysketch. After a quick, curious skim through of the comments, I searched up his name.
I was greeted with a barely 5 hour old video. The last one of them all.
I reeled, and processed and cried and mourned a man I didn't even know, and I have been for the past 8 hours now, while pondering my own last message to him.
I am aware that to him, logistically, I am nothing more than a number amongst more than 10 million others. Sentimental ly, I may have held the value that a dog across the ocean has to someone who says they like all dogs even though they've never met anywhere near even a percent.
And to me, he was not a friend, I didn't know him. I know what he showed. But what he showed is adored. He was a comforting voice when silence was too loud and music too much. He was a good laugh on days where smiling seemed pointless. And he and his friends were a small glimpse of the fact that mutual love and respect does indeed exist in full.
I mourn for his family, and for his friends, having lost their loved one. It'll never be the same, and I hope they can keep eachother safe. Let them grieve for now, everyone. I mourn for the Minecraft community as a whole, for loosing a Greater King. I for mourn our community, for loosing a beloved creator.
Cancer is a retched thing. It's ravaged my family for generations, but it's only as of late that I've pondered how I actually feel about it.
It doesn't hate, it just takes. It has no mind that maliciously tell it to, yet it steals and hurts and kills.
I dont like how its fundamentalized in language. You don't fight it. Fighting implies some form of equal enemies, it implies skills and strategies and leeway to improve. Sure, saying "you survived your battle with cancer" sounds wonderful, but what of the opposite? Do not tarnish the memories by claiming they are a loser in a fight that has no contestant except for maybe your own body for unknowingly, accidentally creating a cancerous cell. If anything, consider it a draw, as the cancer died with them.
But Techno won. He won so, so much. He wrote so himself, he would do it all again even with a hundred offered chances. He won his friends, his community, his success, everything.
A legend, a king, taken far, far too early. All the what ifs that only scortch and burn. The future rushes us like a maddened bull, but in the end, it always flinches first and settles into the present. We can do very little but breathe in, breathe out. There's both agony and catharsis in the knowledge that the world has not stopped turning. But for today, we are millions, scattered all across the world, mourning and crying for one singular person. And how beautiful, to have so many bow their heads in solidarity for your life. Being mourned is human right, and he has so, so many. Mourning is the remembrance of something great. It is the pain of knowing that things won't be the same.
Comfort is the answer to all life's problems. It doesn't solve them, but it makes them more distant for a bit. Keep eachother safe, seek out communities and just talk for a bit. My DMs are open right now if you don't have anyone else
If there is such a place, I know Techno will triumph the kingdom of God, and watch us from his throne, chuckling and calling us crybabies. He got spectator mode while the rest of us nerds remain in survival. Good fighting king, and here's to the absolute rediculous astonishment we may face when we pass on and come face to face with him, laughing at us about how we fell for the 'Dave' thing.
I am not a religious person. I believe that we cannot know if or not there is something greater. I don't have a particular religion, --a particular tale of afterlife to be precise--, that I gravitate my agnostisism around.
But I hope that there is somewhere in the stars or beyond the sunset that he may reunite with family and friends again one day.
'Are we living a life that is safe from harm?'
Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?
It might feel like your life is unraveling, but your life cannot unravel. Your life is your life. You haven't lost it. It's just different now
Goodbye King
In our hearts, memories and mind, truely;
Technoblade never dies
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