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Happy Valentines Day my spooky ghouls and mansters🖤👻🌙
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When the camera pans to Wes providing backing vocals live 
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lyingx3 · 7 months
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whimsigoth bitches when they rewatch Casper (1993)
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Special Gift for Contribution of Liveliness and Aliveness to and of baeklination blog in the Year of 2022:
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Yes, I'm a bit late, but it got a bit cramped at the end of the year (but it's not season based anyway).
Warnings/Contains: I'll let it be a surprise, but SMUT 🔞, wc: 1,5k
NOTE: When I did the FS:Yoga you had a tag about pilates daydreaming (not to put you on blast here). I felt it was too close to yoga to do an official on, but it gave me the idea of writing a little something up sometime - and since "sometime" has a way of coming 'round faster than we expect I still remembered it a year later. You might be able to glean a few references as well. Anyhow, hope you like it.
Thank you 💚
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It's inevitable. Baekhyun does his best to send a message - not interested - by keeping to the right, yet there it is; a leaflet pushed into his hand. After a quick scan he can say it honestly:
"Pilates? Not really my thing."
When he tries to hand it back, the woman puts her hand up, rejecting his gesture with a twinkle in her eyes.
"Give it a go. You might like me more than you think."
Somewhat amused by her wording, he chuckles and continues for his car, skimming through the advertisement as he goes, but pauses between opening the door and getting in. Putting thumb and index in his mouth he lets out a short wolf whistle and the woman turns towards him, raising an eyebrow at his cocky ways, but without paying it any mind (because she probably doesn't mind) he holds up the leaflet:
"So what's your name..!" 
"Jamie..!"
You can't believe it. Although you sort of can, counting in the cocky nature of him. 
There, in the furthest row back, farthest right, he sits on a mat in all black everything - tee, tights, and the shorts over - smiling. He looks rather pompous, but oh, he must be fun, coming all the way down here to jump through hoops.
"I'll start with a welcome back to my regulars and a welcome to the newcomers. I'm Jamie, your instructor for today. Feel free to introduce yourselves, maybe a bit about any previous experience with Pilates or exercising."
You're always sincere when asking, but today you're a bit extra sincere; curious about him. And so it is that Baekhyun is his name and he's into classic weight training. 
It's natural for anyone unacquainted to struggle somewhat, but as time ticks by he's showing to be less stiff than the usual "weighter" - a plus in the margins - but his already developed core also makes some things easier for him, which is why you stop by his side during your walk-around when they do bridges.
"It's too easy for you, right?"
"Bland."
"Okay", you say, raising your voice to signal your message is for the entire class. "If you're comfortable with the exercise as is, then continue. If you want to up the resistance …grab the circle next to you and place it between your knees like this."
Baekhyun doesn't mind being the instrument of your instructions, so parts his thighs to let you sandwich it in between.
"Now you just do the motion in the same way, raise up and squeeze the ring, squeeze those glutes, then pulse for twenty - and don't forget to breathe."
Satisfied the rest of the group are managing on their own you turn your attention back to him, touching the underside of his thigh.
"Better?"
"I'm usually the thing between legs…" 
You roll your eyes at him while getting up - he clasps his hands behind his head, raising his hips like you told him to, suggestively biting his lip. 
You start off trying to think of a good excuse but decide the way he was acting, you probably won't need one and subsequently knock, knock, knock on the door to the locker room, wait a few seconds, then go in.
Seemingly newly showered, Baekhyun's hair is damp here and there just like his back and shoulders and he's closed the towel tightly around his waist, revealing the contours of his glutes. When he turns around it's not with an expression of surprise or shock - not even cockiness. No, he merely looks back at you with an unruffled, scorching gaze and lets his towel fall to the floor - let's get on with it.
By the time you've reached him he's sitting, condom safely rolled on.
"It's a bit conceited bringing protection to the rec center, no..?"
"Oh, women seem to like me wherever I go…", he muses, running his hands up your thighs, then down, taking your tights and underwear with. 
You put your hand on his shoulder for support when you straddle him, his clavicle pressing against your palm as you do, and let him steer his cock right. 
You shudder with elation when you press down and feel the thick head slide through and continue upwards. Equal parts introduction, equal parts satisfaction, you ride him slow and steady with feet firmly planted on the linoleum underneath. 
His hands caress along your thighs, to your ass; his warm lips sensually taste yours.
"Don't tease me", he whispers. "Fuck me."
"You didn't learn any patience from class..?"
"You know I only came here for one thing. Seeing you contorting up there made it worse, uhh…so fuck me."
You bring yourself down hard.
"Like that?"
"Ah…uhm, like that…"
His hands stay on your waist until you push him down and get into the real tempo of things. And he's right - it is better just like that. 
His thighs - just toned, just soft enough - pressing beneath you; his damp torso gleaning under the direct lighting; the gratification painted on his face through faintly moving lips and knitted brows…
Baekhyun's got that kind of cock that makes you selfish, makes you slip into your own world of hedonism with fluttering eyelids, fingers clutching thighs and lightly tugging at your folds, careful to not bring yourself - or him - over the edge and have this luxury be over. He's of the same mind, taking deep breaths and exhaling stably through his mouth, enjoying what's being offered to him.
 But when his abdomen contracts it's followed by a twitch of his jaw and sensuous grunt before he reaches to grab your wrist.
"I'm sure I saw a mirror coming in..?", he says more than asks, pulling you down. 
"Several. You wanna do them one-by-one..?"
The way he laughs while tugging at your lip... The way he squeezes your ass…
"Oh, you're a dirty girl…"
The smack from his hand travels deliciously in between your legs.
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He's attractively nonchalant in the way he throws his towel on the floor in front of one of the mirrors to the way he then pulls down the straps of your top, humming when he's yanked the front down as well to reveal your breasts. 
"Now, why wouldn't you want to show these off…", he whispers like chewing gum, pressing his cock deep while squeezing your breast.
The smallest raise of his hips is enough to tickle your fancy - literally. Seeing him undulating, his face half hidden behind yours is such a turn on and from below his cock peers through as he smoothly rolls it in and out. Whether it's due to your restless hands or his own preference he brings his fingers to your folds, softly caressing before pushing them apart and turns his smoothness to electrifying bucking.
The clear layer and strings of fluid on and around your clit is slippery - almost too slippery - against your fingers, but being unable to firmly press lends a kind of debauched, erotic, desperation to your fleeting flicks.
Using all four your press down and rub, becoming tighter around the hips while your muscles grip at his cock like a heartbeat; Baekhyun groans and pounds quicker, brushing his tight balls against your skin.
If it wasn't for his hands holding you, you'd close your legs in a spasm but now your pelvis pushes forward with a violent tremor while you douse his cock in your orgasm to the background music of his heated growls.
A puppet under his own untamed needs, one of his hands immediately goes to your throat - it's his turn. 
He barely takes his eyes off your reflection while repeatedly driving himself in, flexing his jaw at particular buzzes, closing his fingers on your waist. His shower was all for naught as sweat now covers the both of you to make his thrusting ring out even clearer in the otherwise silent room.
His breath moves from mouth to nose; becomes heavier…..heavier….
"Agh!"
His lids shut tight before his head drops to your back, moving along with his cathartic, deep, thrusts.
Your pounding hearts feel like an edm track - the sweat and fatigue as if you've been dancing all night. 
Separating your folds with the one hand to get one last look, he coos while brushing his nose against your neck:
"Mmm, this is going in my memory bank…"
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"Ugh…"
Not having time to shower before your next class isn't ideal, but hopefully you'll be far away enough that they won't notice. Stopping just shy of the entrance to tie your hair in a neat-ish bun you overhear what seems to be your next customer speaking on the phone:
"...damn rehab…waste of my…"
"Great, who's this a-hole" you think to yourself, but put on the most amiable smile when you step over the threshold.
Seeing you enter, the man ends the call and puts on an equally artificial smile as yours: 
"I'm here for rehabilitation..?" When he takes your hand there's a flicker of something in his eyes. There's something alright... "...Kwon, Jiyong."
The SCREAM I just SCREAMPT!!!!!! I LOVE YOU! I love your WRITING! But OMG I LOVE THISSSSSSSS😍😍😍​you have stolen my heart and dearest fantasies and put them in words that dreams my skip- THANK YOU, THANK YOUUUU 💕💕💕💕 @baeklination
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delikaitxx · 2 years
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GOD- i- i’m-
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highflyerwings · 2 years
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He’s tired. He’s sad. He’s the love of my life.
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rosescries · 2 years
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(AU Sans and Papyrus/Reader) You grew up together in that war-zone, his big brother watching over both of you. You watched each other's backs, never straying far from each other. They weren't supposed to protect you, you weren't supposed to live, and you certainly can't be discovered to be a human. But all of that doesn't seem to matter anymore when the three of you suddenly get thrusted into another universe entirely. At least.... it didn't seem to matter in the beginning.
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Chapter 7 is up! Enjoy!
Ko-fi
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amazon-me-bitches · 2 years
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I know it was kind of a yuck in some parts but I think I would still like to live in Whipstaff Manor from Casper. his/kats room and the toy room were just...*chefs kiss* comforting.
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Masquerade Ball, Aoko as Cat sittin in the corner while watching all of her friends and classmates enjoying on the dance floor then her gaze caught this mysterious guy walking in the center, and got all of her confused when he was walking straight towards to her and stretched out of his hand close to her whispering "Can I have this dance miss?" she still doesn't know what's happening and just found her hand moved and accept it now no one dared to broke the connection off while they're walking side by side til they reached the center, Aoko doesn't know why she got sudden feeling that she might probably knew this guy whom she dancing with, but she shrugged it off. The mysterious guy placed her hands in top of his shoulder and his placed gently on her waist then they moved slowly feeling it the rhythm of the music playing, as the music continue playing their feet take off smoothly on the floor but they doesn't feel either she doesn't feel cause seems the guy is used to it, when her gaze changed she automatically pulled his neck closely to her, train of thought ran inside her head 'why are floating in the air??' 'is he a magician or something?' it made her back in reality when the guy whispered on her ear, "I told you I'm a good dancer, Can I keep you?" his voice is so calming and the same time warm? it cold outside, its said on the news that it'll be start of winter season this night, but it made her feels familiar
She stared once again to mysterious guy face, he thought that she still couldn't remember so he removes his mask, a mixed emotion strucked to her, "Kaito?" but she hugged him tightly and danced continuingly not thinking of what will others sayor after this night, they're here to enjoy each other presence till fulfilled their hearts desires.
They're both definitely happy
Aoko: this baka thief who keeps on stealing my fragile heart even if I guarded it down is in infront of me
Kaito: Nakamori Aoko..whom she doesn't know that she already captured this poor thief heart and I know I had a right to remained silent but not in this one special place I had to speak my side after all, to say "I do"
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quietharbeats · 2 years
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i can't stop thinking about you
the way your skin feels on top of mine
and the weight of your body
moving together like waves
gently crashing in the ocean
seemingly separate
but in the end
are one.
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Come with me if you want to live
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enspey · 2 years
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Love your art <3
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I’m so glad you like it!
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werewolfetone · 3 months
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And put where you're from in the tags if you're comfortable w it!!!
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endusviolence · 1 month
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Rowling isn't denying holocaust. She just pointed out that burning of transgender health books is a lie as that form of cosmetic surgery didn't exist. But of course you knew that already, didn't you?
I was thinking I'd probably see one of you! You're wrong :) Let's review the history a bit, shall we?
In this case, what we're talking about is the Institut für Sexualwissenschaft, or in English, The Institute of Sexology. This Institute was founded and headed by a gay Jewish sexologist named Magnus Hirschfeld. It was founded in July of 1919 as the first sexology research clinic in the world, and was run as a private, non-profit clinic. Hirschfeld and the researchers who worked there would give out consultations, medical advice, and even treatments for free to their poorer clientele, as well as give thousands of lectures and build a unique library full of books on gender, sexuality, and eroticism. Of course, being a gay man, Hirschfeld focused a lot on the gay community and proving that homosexuality was natural and could not be "cured".
Hirschfeld was unique in his time because he believed that nobody's gender was either one or the other. Rather, he contended that everyone is a mixture of both male and female, with every individual having their own unique mix of traits.
This leads into the Institute's work with transgender patients. Hirschfeld was actually the one to coin the term "transsexual" in 1923, though this word didn't become popular phrasing until 30 years later when Harry Benjamin began expanding his research (I'll just be shortening it to trans for this brief overview.) For the Institute, their revolutionary work with gay men eventually began to attract other members of the LGBTA+, including of course trans people.
Contrary to what Anon says, sex reassignment surgery was first tested in 1912. It'd already being used on humans throughout Europe during the 1920's by the time a doctor at the Institute named Ludwig Levy-Lenz began performing it on patients in 1931. Hirschfeld was at first opposed, but he came around quickly because it lowered the rate of suicide among their trans patients. Not only was reassignment performed at the Institute, but both facial feminization and facial masculization surgery were also done.
The Institute employed some of these patients, gave them therapy to help with other issues, even gave some of the mentioned surgeries for free to this who could not afford it! They spoke out on their behalf to the public, even getting Berlin police to help them create "transvestite passes" to allow people to dress however they wanted without the threat of being arrested. They worked together to fight the law, including trying to strike down Paragraph 175, which made it illegal to be homosexual. The picture below is from their holiday party, Magnus Hirschfeld being the gentleman on the right with the fabulous mustache. Many of the other people in this photo are transgender.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of a group of people. Some are smiling at the camera, others have serious expressions. Either way, they all seem to be happy. On the right side, an older gentleman in glasses- Magnus Hirschfeld- is sitting. He has short hair and a bushy mustache. He is resting one hand on the shoulder of the person in front of him. His other hand is being held by a person to his left. Another person to his right is holding his shoulder.]
There was always push back against the Institute, especially from conservatives who saw all of this as a bad thing. But conservatism can't stop progress without destroying it. They weren't willing to go that far for a good while. It all ended in March of 1933, when a new Chancellor was elected. The Nazis did not like homosexuals for several reasons. Chief among them, we break the boundaries of "normal" society. Shortly after the election, on May 6th, the book burnings began. The Jewish, gay, and obviously liberal Magnus Hirschfeld and his library of boundary-breaking literature was one of the very first targets. Thankfully, Hirschfeld was spared by virtue of being in Paris at the time (he would die in 1935, before the Nazis were able to invade France). His library wasn't so lucky.
This famous picture of the book burnings was taken after the Institute of Sexology had been raided. That's their books. Literature on so much about sexuality, eroticism, and gender, yes including their new work on trans people. This is the trans community's Alexandria. We're incredibly lucky that enough of it survived for Harry Benjamin and everyone who came after him was able to build on the Institute's work.
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[Image ID: A black and white photo of the May Nazi book burning of the Institute of Sexology's library. A soldier, back facing the camera, is throwing a stack of books into the fire. In the background of the right side, a crowd is watching.]
As the Holocaust went on, the homosexuals of Germany became a targeted group. This did include transgender people, no matter what you say. To deny this reality is Holocaust denial. JK Rowling and everyone else who tries to pretend like this isn't reality is participating in that evil. You're agreeing with the Nazis.
But of course, you knew that already, didn't you?
Edit: Added image IDs. I apologize to those using screen readers for forgetting them. Please reblog this version instead.
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mo-mode · 4 months
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AU where Mr. D claiming to be Percy’s dad accidentally counts as Claiming according to Greek god law or whatever and now all the other gods legitimacy believe Percy is his son, but if Mr. D corrects it, he has to explain to Zeus why he pretended he was Percy’s dad so now he’s like “YEP ol’ Perry Johansson is MY child wowie just look at the little fry, you have your mother’s eyes. Please stop standing next to water or you will blow my cover”
Meanwhile Poseidon is just standing off to the side like “how on earth did I dodge THAT bullet”
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ambrosiagourmet · 2 months
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I want to talk about why I think this is the one of the most important Falin panels:
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So, Falin is really nice, right? It's one of the first things we really learn about her. She's kind even to the monsters of the dungeon - choosing to ward the party rather than fight spirits and cause them needless harm.
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In the above early flashback in chapter 11, we see Marcille fawning over Falin's kindness, calling her an angel. Namari calls her soft-hearted. We see Falin choose not to fight even when a zombie attacks - instead she resolves the confrontation with a hug. After the flashback, the first thing Senshi says is that Falin "sounds like quite the person," which Marcille strongly affirms.
At this point in the story, all we have seen of Falin are these impressions; she is a healer, an angel, a caretaker with an infinite well of kindness towards everyone she meets - both friend and foe.
And honestly, that remains most of what we have to go by to understand her. The only times we get to see Falin on the page, alive and just herself, are in the opening and closing pages of the story and in the brief period of time after she is resurrected.
Nonetheless, we do have some more details to work with. For one, there is the scene that The Panel is from - a short memory in chapter 75, when Marcille flashes back to while she's dying. In that scene, Falin prepares to teleport them all out, and says that she's sorry "if there is a person at [their] destination." And that's when we get The Panel.
If you teleport someone or something into another person, the person teleported into is likely to be, at minimum, severely injured. They could die.
We can see a lovely little horrifying example of exactly why in one of the Daydream Hour doodles:
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So, hmm. That's not... that's not SUPER nice. Certainly not displaying the same "kindness to all, friend and foe included" we saw represented earlier. On a basic level, this adds some nuance to Falin's kindness. We see it break a little, when pushed to the limit. We see her chose to protect the people she loves above all else.
Which makes sense! As Laios says when the Winged Lion accuses him of similarly being motivated more by his friends' safety than everyone else in the dungeon, "...most people, aside from virtuous do-gooders, would feel the same way."
So, we can take The Panel as simply showing a moment of weakness for Falin. A time when she was pushed to her limits, and that "most people" selfish side of her shone through.
However... I think there's a little more going on with Falin than just her being an angel 99% of the time, except just that once. I love The Panel because I think it helps us understand that Falin isn't just motivated by kindness - she also has a desire to avoid seeing people in pain.
Isn't that the same thing?
No, no it very much is not.
Let's look at a short comic from the Falin section of the Adventurer's Bible, because I think it illustrates this point perfectly. The group is complaining about how much Marcille's healing hurts, and comparing it to Falin's, which "doesn't hurt a bit." Marcille retorts with the following:
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Now, the punchline of this comic is that, despite Marcille's sentimental assertion that she's "thinking of [them]" by letting her healing magic hurt, they all still prefer to be healed by Falin.
But hey, this wouldn't be the first time that Dungeon Meshi hides a very real character beat or insight in a gag, so let's think about this somewhat seriously.
If Marcille is right (and she knows a fair bit about magic, so we can assume that she has at least somewhat of a point), then what Falin is doing isn't kind. I suppose if someone specifically requested to not feel the pain, it could be kind, but that's not really what happened here. She is the one who felt badly about the others being in pain, and she is the one who decided, without telling them or giving them a choice in the matter, to take away that pain.
Both Marcille and Falin are healing the party, but Marcille is doing it in a way that accomplishes the task in the most straight forward way, without any additional interference. Falin is going out of her way to perform the healing in a way she is more comfortable with. A way that avoids pain.
Going back the The Panel, I don't think its a coincidence that the only time we see Falin (well, non-chimera Falin) willing to do something that could hurt someone is when any potential pain will be far away from her. If she got someone hurt or killed by teleporting the party to the surface? Not only would it be far out of her sight, but she'd be dead before she had to deal with any consequences of that action.
Falin is not a confrontational person. She doesn't push when Marcille won't tell her the truth about the resurrection, and she comforts Laios about her own death - both of those things happening in the only full chapter she is alive and conscious in the whole story.
We also know that she considered accepting Shuro's proposal, despite not having any special feelings towards him, and that Falin never explained to Marcille that she wanted them to share a meal together. When she brought Marcille various foods at the academy, she just accepted Marcille's confused rejection and gave up.
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And lastly, we know that she is still in contact with her parents, despite the neglect and abuse she suffered at their hands. Although the way someone chooses to handle contact with abusive or bad family is a complicated topic, which I don't want to overly simplify, I do I think this fact gets at the heart of how she handles conflict.
So many people that Falin loves have hurt her. There are understandable hurts, like Laios leaving the village, or Marcille not understanding the food. And there are bigger, far less justifiable hurts - like her parents neglecting her throughout her childhood, and sending her away to be alone at the magic academy.
It doesn't seem like Falin has ever confronted any of it directly.
And the unhealthy aspects of this kind of avoidance of pain and confrontation is one of the things that the story of Dungeon Meshi is all about. We see Laios grapple with it before he goes to kill Falin, and we see Marcille acknowledge it at the end of the story, when she tells Laios that she has come to terms with Falin's death:
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Eating is a part of life. Consuming other living things is a part of life. It isn't really possible to avoid that pain - you can only hide from the truth of it. You have to be selfish everyday. You have to eat - to choose to live. To choose to take up space.
And this is something Falin embraces, too. She comes back to life, after all.
We see her choose to come back to life.
And how does she make that choice? She eats. She consumes, and then she is asked a question by the manifestation of hunger itself:
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Do you want to eat more?
There is a double meaning in the Winged Lion's final words on the next page.
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When I first read this, I took it as him saying: life is cruel. You will suffer. You will feel more pain.
But perhaps, especially for Falin, this also means: you are choosing a path where you must cause pain. Where you must consume. Where you must take, and must be selfish. Because eating is the special privilege of the living, and it is their burden, too. In order to stay alive, she will need to keep eating.
And she chooses that. Chooses to be selfish. It's why her resurrection scene is so important, and it's why The Panel is so important. Because Falin coming back isn't the ultimate reward for all of the party's hard work.
It's her choice. Just like it was her choice that started everything in the first place. But this time, she doesn't choose to accept causing pain for the sake of Marcille and Laios. She does it for her own sake.
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