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ilynpilled · 1 year

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Something so sexy about Jaime’s most heroic act being doomed from the get go in every way. It damns him for one, like there is no action to take in the situation he is in without huge cost. So many vows yadda yadda, you are damned either way. But in general, a nuke being under the city is something you cannot come back from. It is meant to be a death sentence to the place, the culmination of the trajectory the kingdom was on. Aerys doomed the city with that. The logistics of removal is not all that simple. If you tell Ned and he even believes you? Great! Now who else will have to know? Who can be trusted with it? How will you remove it? We do not even know all precise locations, we had to kill all the pyromancers. How do you make sure it is not accidentally set off? On top of that, the city is filled to the brim with corruption. Full of players who would love to use and exploit that kind of power. The information itself is dangerous. The wildfire functions as a great metaphor as a result. It is festering corruption. You cannot erase the caches at this point. The closest you can get to that is bury the knowledge. He is still haunted by an endless stream of burning bodies. An event that never happened: “In his dreams the dead came burning, gowned in swirling green flames. Jaime danced around them with a golden sword, but for every one he struck down two more arose to take his place.” When he hears that Tyrion made use of it, he is immediately reminded of his greatest fear: “Jaime saw green flames reaching up into the sky higher than the tallest towers, as burning men screamed in the streets. I have dreamed this dream before.” His faith in institutions is also below ground by then, like you see it in his weirwood dream, he tells the truth to his heroes and it does nothing. It is not about Ned, he is not the one that comes out, even though he assumed he would be. “It was never him.” They damn him to darkness anyway for his act and prioritize feudalistic moral constructs. All these contradictions are what makes his fire go out in the dream. But the belief that you can bury all this, and therefore prevent the existence of an Aerys 2.0, does nothing but stall the inevitable. KL’s supposed savior, Robert, the man leading the rebellion, who would slay the “evil dragon”, just led to stagnation. He did not wash out the corruption in it, he just sat on top of it and let it fester. He rues Robert, he says so. One bad king to another. The wildfire problem is more complicated than a single mad man. Its tragedy is rooted in enablement and escalation. There is a reason the pyromancers are more emphasized in the confession. I read it as symbolic of the systemic issues permeating the city, because those are what allowed it to get to the point that it did in the first place. Brienne knows about the wildfire now too, but she also does not comprehend what a volatile ticking time-bomb it is. They do not know how it works, and how it becomes more dangerous over time. Jaime might even save that damn city twice with the Cers and valonqar set up, but both times it is gonna be ultimately “pointless”, bc KL cannot be saved. But that does not matter, because the fact that someone acted back then has meaning. Thematically, that action itself is a triumph.

#valyrianscrolls #jaime lannister #me when i am trapped by the meta bc one of my most defining acts is a chekhovs gun #but i stll think there is meaning in the action. like there is meaning in the attempt #things are not only about the result #something something jaime always guarding something doomed in his narrative #worst knight in shining armor oat 💔#his family his children etc etc #his kings #the city itself #so many vows and u will keep breaking every single one of them

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baylardian-1 · 4 months

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a gamer boy and his prom queen model valedictorian princess wife

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dukeofqueers · 4 months

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Ser Fel, the Chimera Knight or Unmoored Knight

i love my arisen who was so cringe and fail that he got removed from his own world. get ratio’d by the Endless Cycle idiot

Thora, the other Arisen in the nihilism meme belongs to @missszena <3

in game featuring his pawn Leoris

#dragon's dogma #dragon's dogma dark arisen #ddda #fanart #sketch #art #artists on tumblr #ddda arisen #dragon's dogma oc #my art #screenshots are a bit outdated he has the diabolic shield now. i grinded for this bitch #fel isn't from gransys but don't ask me for names i'm entrusting the sequel to give us more world lore #he defeated his dragon but didn't kill it and got fucked over when he was lured to bitterblack. got lost there and was displaced entirely #thora is the one who stumbled on him and he's wound up in her world but hasn't managed to get back to his #he goes back to bitterblack after witnessing this cycle gets lost and turns into a living armor #note to the cycle maybe next time don't pick the depressed jaded knight as ur arisen. bro couldn't even be arsed to finish his quest #i think often about the lack of mystic knights and most of them appearing as undead. inherently doomed vocation or whatever #anyway i'm terrible at finishing any art for fel sry #i'm gonna go make myself emo over fel's relationship with leoris now. see you whenever

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vexwerewolf · 1 year

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#lancer #lancer rpg #lancer-rpg #lancerrpg #mecha #mech #power armor #shotgun #doomguy #doom #doom eternal #doom marine #doom slayer #heavy metal intensifies #ips-n #meme #memes #caliban

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cressida-jayoungr · 8 months

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One Dress a Day Challenge

August: Fantasy & Sci-Fi

Conan the Barbarian / James Earl Jones as Thulsa Doom

Thulsa's armor from his first appearance is ornate, symbolic, and dowright alien-looking. This definitely contributes to the feeling of a story taking place so far in the mythic past that no visual records survive. Snakes will become his motif throughout the film, of course, but the eyes on his breastplate are downright creepy.

The costume designers for this movie were Ann and John Bloomfield. They have a really eclectic portfolio of other work including a few episodes of Doctor Who, The Six Wives of Henry VIII, Robin Hood Prince of Thieves, and The Mummy!

#conan the barbarian #fantasy costumes #james earl jones #one dress a day challenge #one dress a week challenge #movie costumes #1982 movies #1982 films #thulsa doom #ann and john bloomfield #stylish villain #armor #fantasy armor

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gandumdoreng · 5 months

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Ik its still pretty much blurry now in terms of how erinnyes looked or her connection with focalors/furina but im still... holding on to that thought that it could possibly be her.......

#erinnyes #egeria #genshin impact #theyre PEAK doomed yuri to me.....#focalors #furina #ignor my attempt at gothic armor pls i have deadlines coming at me rn

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vuldarian · 3 months

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dooms loneliness and self hatred is so fascinating to me because he acts like it is something secret even to himself. yet all his grandeur, his self worship, his gloating, the way he demands his peoples love, the way he demands others respects. it oozes insecurity. it comes off of him in droves. this is why his over top cartoonish villainy and ego ( while genuinely very funny and makes him a versatile character because he genuinely be a light hearted dramatic supervillain and also a deeply sad supervillain) is. so deeply pathetic and sad. it is like he is wearing a giant sign that says “I HATE MYSELF” but he thinks it’s awesome and cool.

his mask that he uses to cover his face ( which he is deeply ashamed of despite ) is apart of a magic suit of armor that protects him. that he also uses to pretend he might be a robot or a god or a concept he hates himself so much that he needs to pretend he is beyond human . like it’s so fuckign sad that. the thing that covers his perceived flaw, was the thing that actually created his “grotesque” scars, literally in an effort to cover up the thing he was ashamed of he only exasperated his own pain and made his “short comings” even more visible

#he’s like harvey to me in that his scars and his self esteem like #are metaphors and mirrors of eachother #Harvey’s scars represent the evilness he tried to chase out of himself they are a visible remindthag he is a failure that he is evil #and dooms are a visible reminder of his inferiority #especially to reed #that he is less than and will always be and that under all his grandiose armor he is inloveable.

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mrsbonesmccoy · 2 months

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#karl urban #armored core #im bored and need more karl #his mortal combat hair kills me tho haha #my gifs #why does it look like doom karl #karlurbanedit

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venacoeurva · 3 months

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A good survival mod in Skyrim makes survival mode actually fun and forces you to slow down a ton which is nice, it really makes walking everywhere basically mandatory to enjoy the scenery and general weird skyrimness,

also it took me like 5 in game days to beat bleakfalls barrow because I was underequipped and had no money or spells. amazing

#still better than when skyrim unbound plopped my character down with no armor and a dagger on solstheim in survival mode #that was great....#vena vents #not art #even out of survival that save was doomed

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kaxenart · 2 months

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"Trust your instincts."

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Doing the Alea Iacta Est ending is hnnnnngghhhhhhh.

WALTER TRUSTS ME TO MAKE DECISIONS, BUT OH NO..... OH NO. OH NO.

ALLMIND: I faked your death so you can do your horrible little crimes

Walter, without hesitation: 621 IS DEFINITELY ALIVE.

Walter believes in 621 even when 621 is fuckin' ruining his goddamn day.

The strange bond between an augmented human and their boss!!!!!!

#armored core 6 #armored core vi #alea iacta est ending #handler walter #c4 621 #HOW DARE FROMSOFT MAKE ME A WRECK OVER WALTER 3 DIFFERENT WAYS!!!!!#DOOMED BY THE FUCKIN' NARRATIVE HE IS #“my faithful hound is now our greatest threat” GOD I'M SO FUCKIN' SORRY WALTER.#No one can change my mind that 621 and Walter are sharing some bizarre incoherent brainwave with each other #Walter: MY HORRIBLE GREMLIN IS UNKILLABLE!!!

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just-sp-in-inginthevoid · 8 months

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Analyzing volume covers

Number 20 & 17 – Kakucho and Izana

Kakucho’s volume cover was inspired by his name (鶴蝶; Kaku-cho, crane – butterfly). Cranes symbolize longevity, luck/good fortune, good health, loyalty (/fidelity. They’re monogamous and usually mate for life), peace and wisdom in Japan. Cranes are believed to live a thousand years (note : ‘a thousand’ doesn’t necesseraly means 1,000 but rather ‘a lot’ – it can more than that. Same for the ‘a thousand’ kanji in Senju, Haruchiyo and Chifuyu) and in China they even symbolize immortality. It seems they are also related to gratitude/returning favors. Butterflies symbolize beauty, transformation, resilience too (all because of how catterpillar change into butterfly ; that they overcome harships). They are close to the idea of life and death as butterflies are believed to be spirits from the deads coming on earth for the last time in the form of a butterfly. Other symbolism they carry are good luck/fortune and prosperity, as well as happiness

There are also waves/a bit of water in the clothes design. This carries the meaning of renewal, cleansing, the flow of life, power/resilience and luck as well.

As I see it, Izana’s clothes have peonies and clouds patterns.

Peonies are seen as the king/queen of flowers and also symbolize honor, bravery, courage, good fortune, wealth and prosperity. Clouds symbolize hope, change and proximity with the gods

#i love kakucho sm. he was so meant do be doomed to survive everything #plot armor but make it a living hell for the character you are protecting – love this trope #characters surviving and having to deal with the fact only them survive feeds the angst lover part of my brain. Ah… survivor guilt #theres a chinese story in which a couple dies (the man dies bc he is heartbroken that his lover has an arranged marriage with someone else #and the woman kills herself to be with him and not marry the other guy) and their spirit/soul transform into a pair of butterflies #to never be separated again #kakucho #izana kurokawa #tr izana #tr kakucho #tokrev izana #tokrev kakucho

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radioactivepeasant · 7 months

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Fic Prompts: Snippet Thursday

I'm revamping Demolition Trio a little because I decided the boys needed a second dog 😆

It was still a novelty for all three of them, waking to find that someone had saved food for them. Not just saved, but prepared! Mar scrambled into the antechamber that connected his room to his father's, racing to the table with an excited trill. Jak and Daxter, by contrast, stumbled and shuffled their way in like sleepwalkers. Daxter's head thudded into the table and he groped blindly for the tiny cup of coffee that Sig had set out for him.

This was a point of great contention between him and Damas. Damas was of the opinion that having an animal body meant caffeine was bad for Daxter. Sig, on the other hand, insisted that dark eco only altered the outer form, not the internal structure, seeing as Daxter didn't get sick from drinking alcohol. These debates usually ended with Sig insisting firmly that Damas trusted his judgment regarding "his" rookie.

Jak picked up a tin cup and squinted at his warped reflection.

"Do I have a mark on my forehead?" he asked Damas, yawning, "Tell me honestly."

Damas liked half-awake-Jak. He wasn't reserved or feigning disinterest and bravado. In fact, he seemed to lack any sense of ranks, titles, or even that they were relative strangers to each other, early in the morning. Jak seemed to act on an instinctive trust -- a deeply encouraging sign. He acted like the child he was, or should have been, when he wasn't fully awake.

So Damas leaned forward and brushed hair from Jak's forehead to look.

"Well, let me see. I don't see...ah. That almost looks like a bruise. Have an encounter with the doorframe on your way to breakfast?"

Jak grumbled. "Had an encounter with somebody's tiny foot in the middle of the night. And nobody's confessed yet."

With a sympathetic chuckle, Damas poured a cup of coffee and passed it to his elder son. "Well if a bruise forms, you can match it to the suspects and find your culprit that way," he suggested teasingly.

"Nooo!" Jak groaned and batted his hand away. "It'll look stupid!"

Mar reached for a slice of hydromelon and took a huge bite. With juice dripping down his hands and chin, he signed, "I don't think it was me! Because I was sleepin' and that's how come."

"Dude, have you seen how you sleep?" Jak demanded.

Mar frowned. "No? Because I was sleepin!"

The force of the laugh he was suppressing left Damas wheezing. He reached over to tousle both boys' heads at once. "You're a mess; I love you," he snorted.

Mar beamed, dripping and sticky. Jak made a sound like a broken fog horn and plastered the coffee cup to his face. It wasn’t likely that he knew the statement had been aimed at them both.

Give it time, Damas told himself, Don’t be impatient. Let him adjust. Let him learn to trust kindness before you expect him to understand.

Having someone else be responsible for cleaning up a four year old barbarian who shunned forks made life much easier, in Daxter's opinion. Unfortunately for him, Mar appeared to miss his quality time tormenting Daxter. The moment Damas had finished fighting him out of his sticky pajamas, the little boy leaned on the table next to Daxter with a wide grin.

"Daz."

One of the only four words he liked to say aloud. "Da" for Damas, "Za" for Jak, "Ih" for Sig, and "Daz" for Daxter. And hearing it in that tone always heralded trouble.

"Ye-esss?" Daxter peered over the rim of his cup to eye the sticky toddler suspiciously.

"Daxxer, wanna help me make a tower today?" Juice sprayed from his fingers with each sign, dripping down Daxter's face.

Right in front of the world's most intimidating dad. Like he actually had the option to say no. Dangit, the kid was picking up Daxter's tricks a little too well. Grinning weakly, he sighed, "uh...sure, pal. After you put on clothes."

Damas snorted. "You're not obligated to babysit, Daxter. But I would appreciate someone keeping an eye on him for a few minutes. I need Jak's help with something."

Jak frowned. "You do?"

Possibilities raced through his head. Marauders? Storms? Reassembling the cheap set of drawers Daxter and Mar demolished while "racing" said drawers down a set of stairs?

He didn't expect to be taken to a bookshelf in Damas’s chamber, and shown a hidden door. This was obviously something he didn't want Mar seeing. Why was he bringing Jak?

"Do you trust me, son?" Damas asked abruptly.

"Um...I mean, yeah?" Jak mumbled. He tried not to cling to the word son too tightly. Tried not to think of Sig gently telling him "You have a family too, if you want it."

"Good." Damas stepped into a hidden elevator and beckoned him in. "There's something I want to give you. I think it will be a great benefit to your fight the next time you visit Haven."

Visit. Huh. Jak was just starting to notice that Damas went out of his way to avoid talking about Haven like Jak lived there. It was just a place he visited. He seemed to want to think Spargus was Jak’s home -- and he probably wanted Jak to think that, too.

The lift deposited them in a cavern, filled with the echoing bays of hounds, and Jak suddenly had an idea of what Damas meant.

Now, Jak hadn't been familiar with crocadogs before meeting Mar. And until Sig told him they used to be battle-mounts, he'd just assumed Chopper wouldn't get much bigger than a Lurker Hound.

Chopper’s mother was much.

Much.

Much larger than a Lurker Hound.

She had to be eleven hands at the shoulder, with a head approximately as broad as the jet board. The half grown pups around her leaped and bayed, snapping powerful jaws the moment they spotted Damas. For just a moment, Jak's steps faltered. Why would Damas bring him down here? Didn't Sig say Ghost hated anyone who wasn't Damas?

"Ghost!" Damas whistled sharply and held out a hand.

Ghost surged out of the shallow pool like a tidal wave, bounding up the incline in less than three steps. She pulled up short, seating herself expectantly in front of Damas with a stern "WURF!"

Damas cocked his head at Jak. "Well?"

He placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him forward a step.

"Go on, let her get your scent."

The next thing Jak knew, he was flat on his back with the wind knocked out of him. Roughly 400 pounds of pure muscle pinned him down while he was nearly deafened by excited barking. Ghost licked his face, wurf-ing and digging her cold nose into his neck.

"Gah-!" Jak shoved the huge head to the side, laughing. "Gross! Knock it off, girl!"

Looking oddly smug, Damas clicked his tongue. "Ghost, off," he commanded.

The massive predator whined and blinked sad brown eyes at him, and he laughed. "Oh? Is Jak one of yours now?"

"Wurf!"

"Now dear, we've been over this: four-legged pups are yours, two-legged pups are mine."

"Harroof!"

"Well, alright. Chopper was an exception. You needed a break."

He clicked his tongue again.

"Don't break Jak. You're not a lap dog, you know. Go on, there's a good girl."

Reluctantly, Ghost moved and let Jak sit up. He wiped the slobber from his face with a good-natured groan and looked up just in time to see the two largest juveniles bounding toward him. He had time to widen his eyes and mumble an expletive, then the dogs crashed into him.

"Ack!" Jak hit the ground for the second time as two male pups yipped and whined, apparently intent on physically merging with his torso.

"You gotta be kidding me-"

Damas stroked Ghost’s ears fondly and grinned. "Those are Chopper’s brothers, Rip and Tear. They've never been as interested in people as Chopper, Snap, and Maw. I thought for sure Maw was going to be the first one up here."

The smug look returned, crinkling his eyes at the corners.

"Obviously they recognize family."

"Which -- ow, watch the paws! -- which one is which?" Jak wheezed.

"Good question." Damas squinted at the tornado of scales and fur. When this yielded no clarity, he reached out and collared the nearest dog to hand to get a good look at him.

"Ah. This one is Tear. He's got suction cup scars across his chest from an ill-advised scrap with a squid."

Jak managed to push himself into a sitting position, sending the other pup flopping across his legs. Well. Clearly standing up was out of the question for the moment. He reached out and traced Tear's scars.

"Poor guy," he sympathized. "Did you win, though?"

"His mother did," Damas answered, "and one can only hope he's learned to choose his battles a little better."

Tear wriggled free of Damas’s grip and pounced on his brother, instigating a short-lived game of chase before nipping playfully at Ghost. Ghost was not amused. With a gentle warning growl, she headbutted the rambunctious juvenile, sending him tumbling. In an almost sulky posture, Tear decided to redirect his play-aggression to his more interested sisters. Rip, meanwhile, circled back to Jak again and clamped his jaws around one of Jak's gauntlets. With a quick shake of his head, he ripped the glove off of the boy's hand and bounced into a play bow, tail thrashing expectantly.

"Rip!" Damas scolded, "Drop it!"

"Wh- hey!"

Rip did not drop it.

The second Jak stood up, the young crocadog bounced again and took off running. With a shout of dismay, Jak scrambled after him. Damas patted Ghost’s side and took a far more sedate pace down to the edge of the pools to check on the other pups. He could hear Jak’s complaints beginning to lapse into laughter behind him. Good. He hadn't forgotten how to play.

"Good luck back there," Damas called, "I haven't had the opportunity to run the dogs in a day or two. Rip has a lot of energy to get out."

#jak and daxter #jak and daxter au #Demolition Trio au #fic prompts #writing prompts #free day thursday #snippet thursday #dadmas #king damas #crocadog #Ghost is the size of a haflinger horse #Rip and Tear are named for Doom #Snap and Maw are named for Horizon Zero Dawn #Rip is going to go to Haven with Jak and develop a taste for red armor #Damas still doesn't know if Jak remembers him or not but he's trying to win him over 😆#Mar continues to be chaos and Sig has stepped in to dad Daxter in Osmo's absence

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