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morgana-ren · 9 months

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Bit the bullet and did the power-hungry ending on my exploratory playthrough to get it over with. I always love my boy, but he does very much turn into a bastard. Wrote this very quickly as a quick exercise because I hated that I had no dialogue that felt right. Anyway, enjoy the trash. Nothing explicit happens but a lot of dubious, awful shit is implied so please read at your own risk. Spoilers, obviously.

“And of course, I couldn’t have accomplished all this without you, and one wicked turn deserves another,” His eyes flash crimson beneath his pale lashes, glowing ominously in the firelight. “So tell me, my love, what is it that you desire?”

He expects her glossy elevator eyes and a seductive smile. For her to reach for him with her soft, little hands and pull him close, aching to feel him– to taste him in all of his newfound resplendent glory. To offer her neck in submission, pleading for him to change her, to become like him, to sit at his side eternally as he rules from his throne on high as his most beloved spawn. His first and most revered creature of the night. His queen.

But she doesn’t.

Her brows furrow, the corner of her lips tugging inward as she purses them. It’s not the reaction he was expecting, to say the least. He frowns as he inspects her expression, trying to suss out exactly what it is that plagues her. She looks worried– anxious, even. She pulls her gaze away from him, stepping back away from him ever so slightly, staring at the dirt for a moment before speaking.

“I just wanted you to be happy, Astarion. You were always so afraid, so paranoid that something or someone was going to come for you in the night. I never wanted you to have to worry about that ever again.” “And now I don’t,” He arches a pale brow. “Isn’t this what you wanted, my love? We’ll never fear anything ever again.” He feels her uncertainty vibrate the air around him, a sense of unease that permeates through her pores. It is not love and adoration and undying loyalty that she offers, but trepidation.

“I know. I know it’s everything you ever wanted, and I’m happy for you, but it just seems like��” “Just seems like what?” He cocks his head, narrowing his eyes at her.

“It seems like it’s changed you somehow. You’re– you’re different,” She reaches a tender hand up to caress his cheek, and he fights the instinct to lean into her touch.

“I am different,” He insists, his voice raising slightly. “Power beyond imagining. There has never been a vampire such as I am now. I feel it coursing through my veins, practically bursting at the seams with it–” That familiar habit crawls up his tongue, and he slips the words before he even thinks them over. “And we did it together. I’m untouchable now, and thus, so are you. It’s our world to take, darling. I love you. Isn’t that what you wanted so desperately?”

There’s a twinge of something he doesn’t quite recognize from her. Hurt, or perhaps… disappointment?

“Asto, I never wanted to strongarm or manipulate you into loving me. I care deeply for you, but that’s my burden to bear. I never wanted more from you than you wanted to give.”

“Then what did you want?” His lips curl downward into a frown, and he closes the gap between them that she created, stepping close enough to her to have her shifting.

“I just–” She pauses, her words hanging heavy in the air and on her mind as she says them. “--I had hoped you would have let go after killing Cazador. Realized that you don’t need power everlasting to be happy. I guess I thought you would have learned something from all of this–”

“Learn what, exactly?” His tone shifts, his words pointed and cruel as he spits them out, fists furling at his sides. “You naive, silly little girl. You’ve no idea what it’s like– what the world is truly like. You dare to condemn me after what I’ve seen? You’d judge me for taking strength where I find it? Strength that I use to protect both of us? To save your pretty little neck from all those creatures who seek to spill your blood? You dare pretend to understand?

He feels it through the tadpole— The whip and lash of barbed grief against her heart, ripping through her chest like a fanged maw. It's enough to almost bring him to his knees, but if it wasn't for their bond, he wouldn't have the slightest idea. Her face hardens and she betrays nothing at all: a slow blink in his direction, emotionless face creaseless as porcelain, not a thing betrayed—

—Save her eyes. There's something in her eyes that tears at him. Panics him. He cannot place it but fear creeps up his spine, taking hold in his brain. Something disappears from them as he speaks and they glaze over, empty and melancholic. As if she is letting go.

She shakes her head, the column of her throat twitching ever so slightly as she hard-swallows. "You're right. I— I don't. I'm sorry," She turns her eyes from him, and her expression hardens into something unreadable entirely. "I'll leave it then. I don’t want anything from you. Enjoy your power, Astarion. You’ve– you’ve earned it."

There is something unspoken in her words that batters at his brain, panicked and flapping about as a freshly caged bird. He prods at their connection and feels her recoil from him— feels her retreat into the recesses of her mind, severing their connection where she can, and blanking him out where she cannot. She is locking him out— and he realizes that it is perhaps for good.

His lip curls as she turns from him without another word, walking away, abandoning the conversation— abandoning him. There's a flash of sanguine rage and a pulse of power not entirely his own yet and his hand extends of its own will, fingers grasping at her throat and drawing her again, nails digging into the same flesh he'd once caressed so tenderly.

"Don't you walk away from me! Don't you ever turn your back on me again! Do you understand?"

Fear. That's what's in her eyes now. Not fear of him, but fear of what he has done. Of what she has allowed him to become. She searches him for a trace of the man she'd cared for, the man she shed blood for— both hers and countless others— to save. All she finds is a twisted mockery of it. The man she has helped him become— if a man is what you can call him.

She has created a monster, and now he has turned his blood-red gaze on her.

"Astarion—"

He feels her pulse in his palm, rabbiting away in her ribs, the scent of her rushing blood palpable in his lungs. The very same scent as when she stares down a pack of howling gnolls or a murderous cultist with a knife to her belly. It is a scent that so often fades when he is near enough to her for comfort, but it is more powerful than ever as he bears down on her now.

"That's not how this is going to work, darling," He hisses, yanking her so close he can see himself in the whites of her wide eyes. "You are never to walk away from me again. Am I clear?"

The force of her rage hits him, edged with red, raw disgust. Her lip twitches, eyes narrowing on him as the malaise of her mourning is devoured by a tidal wave of both her pride and her indignant anger. "I am not your servant. You do not command me."

"Is that so? Isn't that what you wanted? Hmm? To lose yourself in me like you told me once upon a time? You wanted me to care for you– to love you– and I’ve told you that I do. You sought something from me and now you dare to turn your back on me?"

"I wanted to be with you! I cared about you! You're not some toy to be played with or some vessel for pleasure! I never wanted anything from you that you didn’t willingly give!" She stumbles over the words, shame seeping through her like a thick, viscous ink. "I didn't know what it meant. I didn't know what he had done to you—"

"And it doesn't matter," He sneers, sharp eyes locked on hers. "You gave yourself to me that night, did you not? You saw me through everything standing at my side, cut down as many bodies as I, handed me the knife I used to carve Cazador's skin, gave me your eyes so that I might sign the contract that pledged my soul and countless others to the hells, and now you dare to pretend your hands are clean as you point a finger at me?"

"I wanted you to feel safe! To never have to look over your shoulder in fear ever again! To never again have to sleep with one eye open like we do now, just waiting for the creatures that stalk the shadows to swoop down upon us! For the first time in your life, I wanted you to know for certain that you could kill anything that threatened you or your freedom! I never wanted to tear down Cazador's tyrannical throne only to place you upon it— but it seems that's exactly what I've done!"

Something in his body snaps, and his reaction is a visceral, violent scarlet slash of fury. He squeezes her neck, baring ivory fanged teeth down on her as he would a prey. "Do not ever compare me to him!"

Her eyes are wide with fear– with disgust– as she croaks out the words from beneath his palm.

“Look at yourself, Astarion. Am I wrong?”

He looks down at her, at the woman he claims to love as he chokes her and she suffocates on his power, her bruising throat flexing in strain beneath his steely fingertips. He can just barely make himself out in the dewy sheen of her eyes as they begin to water, and what stares back at him isn’t a man– it is a monster.

Something in him shatters like glass, the last threads of his sanity slipping away through his fingertips. He is too far gone now to turn back, too lost in the red mist to find the light.

But he will not wander it alone. He will never be alone again.

"I am whatever I say I am, and you are what I say you are, and you will do as I command. Your place is at my side, now and forever," He challenges her, fingers squeezing tighter on her throat as he breathes in the sweet, saccharine scent of her terror; the palpating, rocketing pulse of her thrumming heart. "And you will acquiesce to me. It’s not a request."

"Don't you dare presume to order me about like I'm your slave!" She claws at his wrist, trying to wrench free of his grip. “I never agreed to that!”

“You don’t have to, my love,” He leans down further, pressing his forehead to hers. “Because I have decided for you.”

“You do not get that right!” She snarls, baring her own teeth back at him.

“Oh, but I do, darling. But I do. You don’t seem to grasp how this is going to work, so allow me to explain it to you.”

He shoves her hard to the ground, releasing her throat only to leer over her from above, stepping on either side of her body. Her will is iron, but the flash of fear across her face is unmistakable.

“You gave yourself to me, and I intend to keep what is mine. Your body is so fragile– so frail– You’d never survive without me, and I have no intentions of letting you go now that I have you. So you will stay by my side always. It’s what’s best for you, my little love, and you belong to me.”

“I don’t belong to anyone.”

“Yes,” He says firmly, as if scolding a small child. “You do.”

“I don’t have to obey you!” She hisses.

“Not yet, perhaps.”

Horror grips her and realization takes hold. “You wouldn’t, Astarion. You can’t do this–”

“I didn’t want it to be like this,” He bends his knees, leaning down as he brushes the hair from her neck, thumb stroking tauntingly over her pulse point. “I wanted you to come willingly. I wanted you to ask for it, accept my gift of your own volition. But you’re a foolish, willful girl. You don’t know what’s good for you, do you? So I will show you.”

“After everything? After everything you’ve been through? After everything we have been through?” Her voice breaks, and with it, her heart. Her strength slips away, and he can feel it swallow his senses in a wretched black void, sending him drowning him in her abyssal anguish– her betrayal at his hands– but he shoves it down and locks it away. Something he cannot place claws and tears at his own heart with a need so violent it almost sends him reeling, something begging him to stop, that this isn’t right– to her of all people– but he silences it. He will not lose her. He will not.

Even if he must place a collar around her neck to keep her and keep her leash pulled taut.

And what she has to say about it is of little consequence.

“This doesn’t have to hurt, my sweet girl,” He says softly, flicking his tongue over a fang. “But I know you like when it does.”

“Astarion, please! I don’t want to have to hurt you–” He laughs, vicious and cruel, cackling like a hyena over carrion. “As if you could! I’m untouchable. The very power of the night bends to my commands, and so too shall you. Even your blood sings for me, eager and ready and willing. Begging for me,” He places his hand softly on her chest, just above her rips, feeling the gentle pump beneath. “You want this, even as you play coy. You want to belong to me. So I will give it to you what you desire.”

“Is that what you’re telling yourself?” A single silver tear slips down the gentle curve of her cheek.

He blinks at her, and for a moment, he freezes upon seeing her tears and she can see a glimpse of him in there. Somewhere deep and far, screaming and thrashing and desperate against his own might, fighting a war against his very nature. He looks at her with the same eyes that revere her, crave her, love her– but above all, honor her.

For a fleeting moment, he is the Astarion she loves. His lip trembles and quakes and the urge to hold her is overwhelming. To comfort her. To hold her close and keep her safe and protect her, to strike down all her fears with his bare hands. To love her.

And yet he is the source of her pain.

“Yes.”

And then he is gone again. The light goes out and his eyes become inky black pits, nothing in them but her own miserable reflection as he leans down ever further, his warm breath against her neck as he teases her throat with a fang.

“Give yourself to me, now and always,” He whispers, blasphemous and terrible as it runs a shiver down her spine. “By my side now and forever. It’s all ours, my love. Everything we lay eyes upon. We can have it all. Wealth, power– each other. Centuries upon centuries stretching into the endless horizon of eternity. I want it all, and I want to share it with you.”

She could raise a hand to him. She could try and fight him off with tooth and nail and flame. She could kick and crawl, scramble away back to the safety of camp. She could–

But she doesn’t.

“I don’t want this, Astarion. A beloved slave is still a slave. A diamond collar is still a collar. A leash held by someone you love is still a leash. I love you, but you can’t force this. Please–” She exhorts, trying to swallow back a bout of fresh tears. “Please don’t do this. Not to me. Not to you.”

He inhales raggedly, hand slipping up to her cheek to cup it, savoring her warmth one last time.

“I have to. I won’t lose you. Not now, not ever. Not to age or blight or foolish notions. I cherish you, and I’d see you safe.”

“A gilded cage is still a cage.” She closes her eyes, hand furled in his doublet.

“And I will carry it with me. Always.”

#Baldur's Gate 3 #Astarion #bg3 spoilers #baldurs gate 3 spoilers #astarion x tav #Astarion Romance #Sorta anyways #Sad shit fellas sad shit #babys first angst #I don't usually write stuff like this so uh #not necessarily true to his character but thats not what this is about

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sweetadonisbutbetter · 24 days

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Can you please do Loona x Male Sinner Reader headcanons? Thanks for your time!

of course!! u didn't specify much but I will try my best! also i am not used to writing a male reader so if it comes off as that way- sorry. hope u like it regardless!!! :D

General Relationship HCs! | Loona x Male!Sinner! Reader

Relationship: Romantic Warnnings: None!

For the purpose of this, we are going to say you are going to be some type of hound/wolf/canine

You guys probably met while she was (half-heartedly) putting posters of I.M.P. and later met again when you were asking to put a hit on your ex/deadbeat parent/shitty friend.

When you guys first met while she was out and about- you were on your way to work when you saw her putting up the advertisement

Interested in the service, you asked her for directions, not really paying attention to you, she pointed behind her, where the building was.

Feeling silly at not noticing, you thank her and continue about your day.

Not really the ideal meet cute, but! you would be able to rekindle that at a later date

When you entered the office, you weren’t expecting the same hellhound from the other day, but you were excited regardless.

She was sitting in her seat, feet (paws?) propped up on the desk as she scrolled on her phone.

Clearing your throat, you asked if they were able to take a hit at the moment.

Annoyed that someone had spoken to her, she looked up and stopped when she saw you.

You were…cute? Handsome?

Unknown of it, her tail began to wag, her interest piqued at the sight of you

Not that the word to describe you was really important, what was important was that you were talking to her and still waiting for a response.

“Uhh- Yea-”

BlitzØ cut her off before she even finished her word.

After taking you into his office to discuss the hit, Loona was left sitting there, thinking of you

There was no way she had liked you. She literally just met you.

Once you left BlitzØ’s office, you stopped in front of the cute hellhound at the front desk. and attempted to strike conversation with her

The conversation was..actually enjoyable. You had mentioned a couple of things that Loona enjoyed and were even asking for some of her input

Either it was she was seriously lonely, or you were just speaking to her on a personal level (it was both) but she ended up being the one asking for your number, to which you happily agreed

After you left, Loona was in a better mood than normal, her tail wagging way more now that she felt that she made a friend who was similar to her

The entire time, BlitzØ was watching and planning both your and your hits murder. He was not elated.

You and Loona would have very casual hangouts, exploring the pride ring together and looking for things to do. You two would also hang out at your place, especially since if you guys hung out at her place, there was always the risk of BlitzØ, and you would rather live.

The slow burn between you and Loona was so bad that soon, Moxxie and Millie took notice of two way crush and made bets with one another asto who would confess first. All the while, BlitzØ is SO SOUR. The thinks Moxxie and Millie should be on his side, not trying to get you two together.

It actually takes you both way too long to realize that you even like the other, and even longer to finally confess

The first one to confess was you, while out walking to find something to do. Loona was NOT expecting it and froze.

You thought she was trying to find a way to reject you, so you quickly took back your confession, freaking her out even more. Stopping you, she pulled you into a hug, her tail wagging like crazy. Stunned at the hug, it takes you a moment to even hold her back, but all the while your tail is is going even crazier

Now together, you both just enjoy being with one another

Date nights out are kind of hard to do since you can’t leave the pride ring. Say bye-bye to ozzies (sad noise)

But date nights at home are very common. Normally at your place, (occasionally at hers when BlitzØ was out) you both cook up a meal, and cuddle while watching movies

No one even suspected of you two dating til BlitzØ entered the home earlier than she normally did and spotted you two fast asleep on the couch.

You woke up to intense shaking and Loona yelling before the shaking stopped. You say your girlfriend pulling her adoptive dad off you, all the while he was spewing curses at you and your mother.

Next day, you dropped by the office with tickets to a horse show and some alcohol for BlitzØ, to serve as an apology. When Moxxie asked you what you were doing there, you explained to him and he just turned to Millie and laughed.

He won the bet lol

BlitzØ was elated that you got him the ticket, but still growled at you and tried to bite at your hand

With BlitzØ how sedated (for the time) you and Loona can now announce that you are in a relationship (very much to the dismay of BlitzØ)

In the beginning, there can no PDA, especially around BlitzØ, but once he eventually agrees with the relationship, after seeing how happy and loved Loona is, it still isn’t much but still here.

Loona isn’t a very touchy person, and a bit emotionally stunted, so she doesn’t go out of her way to seek it. At most, she will go up to you and hang around you. You are normally the one who initiates the contact, hand-holding, kisses, hugging, and anything else.

Once she is secure enough in the relationship, she regularly seeks out physical touch, often enjoying bone-crushing hugs.

Arguments are kinda often in a relationship with her. From her temper and stubbornness, to your own, things can get heated pretty quickly

The best thing is to take some time/space and later, when you both are feeling better, you guys talk it out. Apologies are said, and you guys make amends pretty quickly

A bond activity that you both partake in is telling each other about your lives before one another. Loona recounts her life growing up in the adoption center, and you tell her of your life on earth.

If you aren’t from L.A. then you tell her what your hometown is like. What you did with your friends, places to eat, the shops and everything you could.

If you were from L.A. you laugh at her experience, agreeing with her that the place is shit, and then telling her that there are some cool spots that you loved to go to when you were alive.

If she has to go to another ring for work, she will probably be on call with you or messaging you the whole time, sending you pictures so you know what the other rings are like. Maybe even getting you merch or a novelty item there.

If Loona wanted to take you somewhere because it reminded her of you, she would have to find a way to smuggle you into the other rings.

Lets say she smuggled you to Beelz’s party, the whole time the other hell hounds are trying to figure out why none of them know you, and why you don’t even smell like them. (Beelz knows, just doesn’t care)

You would also be the number one person to calm her down. Sucks you couldn’t attend her appointment with her (BlitzØ wouldn’t let you lol)

Overall you two are so cute and as much BlitzØ hates to admit it, you make Loona happy and love her almost as much as him. Moxxie is just glad that she doesn’t call him fat as much and Millie is already planning the wedding.

HOPE THIS IS OKAY!!! again i am not used to male readers but hopefully with time, i get better with it. i just realized that the readers gender never really played an important role into it ☹️☹️i didn't intend for that to happen im so sorry uhhhh i need to get used to this

#helluva boss x reader #Loona x reader #loonna x male reader #☾adoniswrites #anon ask #anon request

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doctorsiren · 1 month

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So when does the Prosecutor robot get made?

Is he also a child?

Is he the Shadow to Asto Boy Miles' Sonic?

No he’s going to be Miles’s last body that will be built (fnaf lmao) so he’ll be an adult

I have an idea that I don’t know if I want to speak into existence yet just in case I end up not doing that, but I’m figuring out things

But there’s a while before we even get to that point

#doctorsiren #not art #siren speaks #astro boy edgeworth au

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ancientorigins · 4 months

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Incredible discovery near Rome… Archaeologists preparing for a solar plant project have revealed a treasure trove of history - an elite Roman necropolis dating back to the 2nd-4th centuries AD! Unearthed beneath a mundane field are 67 opulently dressed skeletons, adorned in golden jewelry and fine footwear, offering a window into the luxurious lives of ancient Roman elites.

This 52-acre site, rich with artifacts like silver rings, amulets, Roman coins, and terracotta pottery, was once a resting place for affluent Roman families. Emanuele Giannini, the lead archaeologist, marvels at the intact skeletons, some still in their expensive shoes, showing no signs of physical labor - true members of Roman high society!

Each tomb mimics the architecture of earthly homes, and the communal burial practice speaks volumes about the Roman focus on family and status. But why this place? Why here? These are the mysteries unfolding as archaeologists delve deeper into this ancient world of opulence and familial bonds.

#necropolis #Roman Empire #Roman Society & Culture #Other Artifacts #Rome #cemetery #burials

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corvuscorona · 22 hours

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( TEEN | Chose Not to Warn | 1/1 chapter | 3687 words )

This oneshot leapt into my arms & kissed me on the mouth. Now I carry it out to you, bridal-style.

The death of the first body Astos has ever had time to get attached to shakes him badly. Mid-recovery, still more than a little frustrated with the time it's taking to bring the new one up to speed, he's assigned to take baseline readings at a new large-scale Lufenian installation out west. The Strangers tag along.

It's a 'just in case' thing, mostly. Jack couldn't care less about the castle itself—or so he thinks at first. For whatever reason, though, as they explore, he kinda starts to like the place.

Rated T for Tasteful references to sex, violent death, et cetera. Chose not to use warnings because "he died but he's fine" is the Schrödinger's 🐱 of "referenced major character death." Don't worry; he's fine.

🥳 [ Mortification ] 🥳 [ Asking for More ] 🥳 [ fic process tag ] 🥳

speaking of my #sopffic tag, I lied a while ago about this one being G-rated, but only by accident. I don't have to apologize, because I'm posting this as a birthday present for myself, okay? Thank you for your understanding.

If you want to Post me a 🎁 for my birthday, try: rate my Jack characterization on a scale from 1 to "100% HEAERE Astos' FUCKIGN 'BO>YFREIONGD". Like the yugioh image ⬇️

#stranger of paradise #jackstos #sopffic

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spoofymcgee · 2 months

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yeah baby!

i have watched the tsuranga conundrum and it is SO good!

the bit of banter at the beginning to let us know they've been traveling together for a while and give a longer measure of time to the series!

the doctor freaking out about losing the TARDIS because that's her ship, that's her home, someone's going to take her, she can't lose anything else–

the way astsos grabs her and tells her she's being selfish and she pauses and realizes that he's right, that there are people who need help and if she is the doctor she will help them first and worry about herself later.

everything about astos, actually.

she doesn't like being told what to do.

the way the doctor actually gets to be injured, and she moves through it because she's used to it, she's done it before and will do it again but the way it's so visible in her body language and voice and it lasts and isn't played off in a second and ignored.

i kept worrying they were going to play yoss off for a joke, and expecting graham to be an asshole about it (i don't know why, he's beating all the allegations, he is a lovely middle aged man with useful life skills who is cool and hip with the times and is just trying to do his best by his teenage step-grandson) but it actually ended up being really sweet and the funny bits were actually funny and not haha thinly-veiled transphobia

speaking of graham just look at him. he's just a guy. i love him.

AND

THE DOCTOR

aaaaaaaa look i know it takes a bit to adjust to a new doctor, and i. hated ten. when i started season two. i did not like him. but i thought eleven was excellent in his first episode, and i'd known twelve already and got so excited to see him, so it took me a minute to get used to thirteen.

even accounting for that, it feels like the first four episodes were still adjusting to jodie whittaker as the doctor. some of the dialogue was a little awkward, and there were really good moments (tea at yaz's! the showdown moment in rosa!) but generally it just felt a little clunky and out of rhythm.

and in this episode! it! clicked!

i've decided i would die for thirteen, actually.

how she meets the general and goes so hard on being a fan, 'oh no doctor is a very common name! i'm not important! ...i think it was more like a volume, not a chapter'.

the way she's so determined to do this, to save everyone, and she doesn't know how yet but she's going to.

the particle accelerator speech. god, this bit. i rewatched it four times. she's just. something about the doctor talking about 'old' technology with a hushed awe and appreciation, talking about science like it's poetry, loving the basic facts of how the universe operates, is just. god.

and especially the ending, how she figures out a way to save them and make the p'ting happy. there was a little bit of it with the big spider, but she moved on very quickly there. here, it's just a side moment, barely even mentioned, but even just the comment about how it isn't trying to hurt anyone, just feed itself–

i love this show.

#thirteenth doctor #graham sinclair #astos #the tsuranga conundrum #doctor who #yes i've watched half the season today #sue me

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wretchedbirdthing · 3 months

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thinking back on jack's bullheadedness.

"i don't give a fuck who you are" when lich is just about to tell him who he is.

"just tell us about the crystals, that's all i want to know" when astos is introducing himself.

it's funny the first time seeing it. finally a protag that's just a guy, a dude even, someone normal.

but it's just kind of tragic. would he have remembered everything if he let them speak? would that connection between him and astos be repaired?

...but would the plan have failed if he let them speak? if he remembered everything? would he still go through it all?

did he account for his own stubbornness? was this all part of the plan from the start?

#sop holds a special place in my heart

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roman-catholic-mass-readings · 8 months

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22nd August >> Mass Readings (Except USA)

Our Lady, Mother and Queen

Tuesday, Twentieth Week in Ordinary Time.

Tuesday, Twentieth Week in Ordinary Time

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the feria (Tuesday))

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Judges 6:11-24 'Peace be with you; have no fear; you will not die'.

The angel of the Lord came and sat under the terebinth at Ophrah which belonged to Joash of Abiezer. Gideon his son was threshing wheat inside the winepress to keep it hidden from Midian, when the angel of the Lord appeared to him and said, ‘The Lord is with you, valiant warrior!’ Gideon answered him, ‘Forgive me, my lord, but if the Lord is with us, then why is it that all this is happening to us now? And where are all the wonders our ancestors tell us of when they say, “Did not the Lord bring us out of Egypt?” But now the Lord has deserted us; he has abandoned us to Midian.’

At this the Lord turned to him and said, ‘Go in the strength now upholding you, and you will rescue Israel from the power of Midian. Do I not send you myself?’ Gideon answered him, ‘Forgive me, my lord, but how can I deliver Israel? My clan, you must know, is the weakest in Manasseh and I am the least important in my family.’ The Lord answered him, ‘I will be with you and you shall crush Midian as though it were a single man.’ Gideon said to him, ‘If I have found favour in your sight, give me a sign that it is you who speak to me. I beg you, do not go away until I come back. I will bring you my offering and set it down before you.’ And he answered, ‘I will stay until you return.’

Gideon went away and prepared a young goat and made unleavened cakes with an ephah of flour. He put the meat into a basket and the broth into a pot, then brought it all to him under the terebinth. As he came near, the angel of the Lord said to him, ‘Take the meat and unleavened cakes, put them on this rock and pour the broth over them.’ Gideon did so. Then the angel of the Lord reached out the tip of the staff in his hand and touched the meat and unleavened cakes. Fire sprang from the rock and consumed the meat and unleavened cakes, and the angel of the Lord vanished before his eyes. Then Gideon knew this was the angel of the Lord, and he said, ‘Alas, my Lord! I have seen the angel of the Lord face to face!’ The Lord answered him, ‘Peace be with you; have no fear; you will not die.’ Gideon built an altar there to the Lord and called it The-Lord-is-Peace.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 84(85):9,11-14

R/ The Lord speaks peace to his people.

I will hear what the Lord God has to say, a voice that speaks of peace, peace for his people and his friends and those who turn to him in their hearts.

R/ The Lord speaks peace to his people.

Mercy and faithfulness have met; justice and peace have embraced. Faithfulness shall spring from the earth and justice look down from heaven.

R/ The Lord speaks peace to his people.

The Lord will make us prosper and our earth shall yield its fruit. Justice shall march before him and peace shall follow his steps.

R/ The Lord speaks peace to his people.

Gospel Acclamation Psalm 24:4,5

Alleluia, alleluia! Teach me your paths, my God, make me walk in your truth. Alleluia!

Or: 2 Corinthians 8:9

Alleluia, alleluia! Jesus Christ was rich, but he became poor for your sake, to make you rich out of his poverty. Alleluia!

Gospel Matthew 19:23-30 It is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.

Jesus said to his disciples, ‘I tell you solemnly, it will be hard for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven. Yes, I tell you again, it is easier for a camel to pass through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of heaven.’ When the disciples heard this they were astonished. ‘Who can be saved, then?’ they said. Jesus gazed at them. ‘For men’ he told them ‘this is impossible; for God everything is possible.’

Then Peter spoke. ‘What about us?’ he said to him ‘We have left everything and followed you. What are we to have, then?’ Jesus said to him, ‘I tell you solemnly, when all is made new and the Son of Man sits on his throne of glory, you will yourselves sit on twelve thrones to judge the twelve tribes of Israel. And everyone who has left houses, brothers, sisters, father, mother, children or land for the sake of my name will be repaid a hundred times over, and also inherit eternal life. ‘Many who are first will be last, and the last, first.’

The Gospel of the Lord

R/ Praise to you, Lord Jesus Christ.

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Our Lady, Mother and Queen

(Liturgical Colour: White: A (1))

(Readings for the memorial)

(There is a choice today between the readings for the ferial day (Tuesday) and those for the memorial. The ferial readings are recommended unless pastoral reasons suggest otherwise)

First Reading Isaiah 9:1-7 A Son is given to us.

The people that walked in darkness has seen a great light; on those who live in a land of deep shadow a light has shone. You have made their gladness greater, you have made their joy increase; they rejoice in your presence as men rejoice at harvest time, as men are happy when they are dividing the spoils.

For the yoke that was weighing on him, the bar across his shoulders, the rod of his oppressor, these you break as on the day of Midian.

For all the footgear of battle, every cloak rolled in blood, is burnt, and consumed by fire.

For there is a child born for us, a son given to us and dominion is laid on his shoulders; and this is the name they give him: Wonder-Counsellor, Mighty-God, Eternal-Father, Prince-of-Peace. Wide is his dominion in a peace that has no end, for the throne of David and for his royal power, which he establishes and makes secure in justice and integrity. From this time onwards and for ever, the jealous love of the Lord of Hosts will do this.

The Word of the Lord

R/ Thanks be to God.

Responsorial Psalm Psalm 112(113):1-8