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urbosa ⌛️
“Where are we going?”
Urbosa doesn’t take her hand off the other woman’s eyes yet. “You’ll see~”
“Wouldn’t a sand seal be faster?”
“Well, granted that it’s a surprise, you can’t see anything, and that is not the greatest condition for sand seal riding.”
“Hmph. Is that a challenge?”
“Absolutely not!” The two women double over laughing as they walk along the ruined sandstone pillars. Suddenly, the ground beneath them begins to rumble.
“Um. Urbosa…?”
“Shit,” Urbosa mutters under her breath. “I’m here, don’t worry—”
The sand behind them explodes and a Molduga looms over them. Both women whirl around, and now that Urbosa no longer has her hand on the other’s eyes, they gape up at the giant monster and scream.
Out of panic, Urbosa fries the Molduga with a snap of lightning and grabs the other woman to make a dash to the sand seals nearby. She continues to snap behind her as the sand seals take them away. Naturally, they are completely unfazed. The sand seals, not the women.
Urbosa stops them at a cliffside and heaves a sigh of relief. “I am so, so sorry, Saphira—”
But to her surprise, Saphira is laughing. “Oh, my Goddess! I haven’t had that much fun since I became queen! You know how boring it is inside that castle? First sign of a thunderstorm and I have to stay locked up in my room!”
“A thunderstorm?? I am wounded,” Urbosa gasps dramatically. “In any case, I am glad you’re alright. And… this is the place I wanted to show you.”
Saphira looks up the cliff curiously as Urbosa takes her to a path leading to the top. And up there greets them a sparkling oasis that shines golden in the Gerudo sunset and waving palm trees.
“Oh, wow…” she breathes, gazing at the sight. “This is beautiful.”
She turns with a smile that makes Urbosa’s heart skip, and Saphira plants a kiss on her lips. “Thank you.”
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moonlight-eternal · 20 days
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Most churches in Anor Londo are multipurpose. The gods live amongst the people, and there are many, each with their ways of worship: the Lord of Sunlight may be honored at noon, and his daughter the Darkmoon may receive prayer at midnight, and there is no conflict. It is efficient, the architects and sculptors said, carving many statues back to back upon a rotating dais – and in Anor Londo's prevailing style, it would have brought riots to demand they build new temples for each and every god.
Still, there are themes. A church for Gwyneth and Gwyndolin, or one for their cousins Velka, Fina, and Flann. A church for the brothers Vamos and McLoyf. Later, after the Chaos took Izalith, churches for the newly elevated Gwynevere alongside Gwyndolin, or even the two together with Gwyneth – for as much as Lord Gwyn did wish his son expunged from history and memory for his deadly failures, his own sacrifice came soon after, and the God of War's disciples would not readily forsake their patron.
And within each house of worship, at the chancel sides behind the speaker's stand, chairs sit reserved for no mortal to rest upon: positions for the gods themselves, should they wish to receive prayers in person. Even the most devout, the most frequent visitors to their favored shrine, can only seldom claim to have seen one appear.
Except, at one small parish devoted to Gwyn's three holy children deep in Lower Anor Londo, where the rooftops and flying buttresses soar a thousand feet above and the sunlight only cuts down the narrow streets for a few minutes each day of perfect alignment... at night, almost every night, Gwyndolin sits and listens to the singing. The cantor is skilled, and the congregation are... well, their voices are enthusiastic, and heartfelt, and that is enough.
Gwyndolin still remembers the first time she was seen in this place. Not the first time she came to this church, for she visited on many nights outside of service hours, just to think, and to be at peace away from the demands and responsibilities above. Sometimes, she still does. But the first time she was discovered...
It was a caretaker who found her, not a priest. An old man, come to clean and dust in the hours when no crowds trod the marble floor, who happened upon her and cried out at what he mistook to be an interloper in the goddess's space. Only a moment later, as Gwyndolin stirred from her contemplation and he saw the snakes coiled beneath the chair, did his indignation turn to astonishment, and respect.
They spoke long hours, until the first glimmer of light shone through the stained glass above. And at the following service, for the first time in decades, the caretaker was seen amongst the crowd. For the first time as well, Gwyndolin appeared in view of all, and endured the whispers and enjoyed the songs.
And in time, the whispers lessened, while the songs became only ever more joyous. Even as waves of exodus thinned the group – first Fina's departure, then McLoyf's, then Gwynevere and Flann's – some always remained. Some always chose to stay with the one goddess who was never personable or charismatic, the one who by her very domain stays to the shadows and the night, who brings hope through the most desperate of times.
Gwyndolin's followers are few, it is rightly said, but their tasks are of vital importance. Some are tasked with hunting the enemies of the Lords, and keeping justice through the city and the lands beyond. But some are tasked only with singing, and being seen amidst a crowd, and being the life that remains, however faint, in Anor Londo's darkened streets.
Some throughout the centuries are tasked with the most vital job of all: that of keeping their goddess sane.
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circle-girls-tower · 7 months
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1 and 25 Siobhan
oblivious weight gain.
focusing on a body part other than bellies (asker’s choice).
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Siobahn Ni Dhubhain, still one of the newer Sisters in the grand scheme of things, having only been in the coven for about a decade. But her office was becoming huge, pouring all of her magic and even more love into making sure that all her plants grew up big and healthy.
Including the use of growth magic, permeating the air, water, soil, everything. But it was just for plants. That's what she made it to be, at least.
She would talk with other Sisters, who would bring up her swelling hips and ass, claims of which would get dismissed over her vegetarian diet.
She still ate light. No way her bottom half was swelling more and more, her chest...maybe, drawing upon the foundations of growth magic, pulling in undertones of a large-breasted maiden.
But her ass? No way...
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mirrorclans · 16 days
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Moon 34 - Warm memories of a cold moon
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neonross · 22 days
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ooo tag?
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equill · 16 days
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The Warden
Panel: No escape.
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Ok, now just some silly ideas to share (playing around with the au)
Comic 1: Invading dreams
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Extra: no thanks.
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Comic 2: Unwanted attention
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vaguely-concerned · 1 year
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Merrill banters I am thinking about all the time always 24/7
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merrill truly will incessantly worry she's stupid and missing the point all the time and then take you out with the most beautifully worded and compassionate breakdown of the thematic spine of DA2 you've ever heard. no actually daisy I think you're the only one getting the point here slowly but surely
especially this one, actually: (also why I could see how bioware would bring merrill into DA:D on solas' side, but also I really really don't want them to because her arc is just -- it's just incredible and I don't want them to mess with it lol)
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'I don't think people are cleansed by fire'. people make mistakes and you have to believe in them anyway. yeah basically that's the thesis of dragon age huh
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rainedroptalks · 2 months
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What is it with fantasy high and girls dying before their lives ever began. How we can never really know who they are, or who they could’ve been. Brennan Lee Mulligan I will find you
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wangxianficrecs · 3 days
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A Glimpse of Past Glory by masked
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🔒 A Glimpse of Past Glory
by masked (@hamburgergod)
T, 1k, Wangxian
Summary: The condition is that they can’t use their cultivation since the ghost was a non-cultivator and wants a normal sword duel. This was all fine and well until they realized that none of them could win against him, lasting no more than few blows before having their swords and dignity flung out of their hands. “It’d be easier to just eliminate him,” Lan Jingyi mutters. “Otherwise we’ll be here forever.” “Jingyi,” Lan Sizhui scolds. Lan Jingyi is right, of course, but the whole point of elimination is that it’s the absolute last resort. Although it’s not within their own ability to liberate this ghost, there’s… Lan Sizhui glances at Wei Wuxian, standing idly by while he picks at under his fingernails. - A glimpse of Wei Wuxian and the Gusu Lan disciples on a night-hunt. Kay's comments: Short and sweet, the juniors are getting a glimpse at Wei Wuxian's amazing swordfighting-skills and of course, Wangxian are working dilligently towards Wei Wuxian growing a new golden core. Excerpt: Finally, Lan Jingyi’s voice projects over all of them, asking the one big question on their combined minds. “Why did you ever stop using your sword?” he questions. “Demonic cultivation might be useful and convenient, but—but you’re so good! You’re obviously skilled with the sword! Not cultivating with it is such a waste!” Wei Wuxian raises his eyebrows. He opens his mouth, and everyone quietens to hear his response better. What was the real reason for Wei Wuxian to abandon the way of the sword and start the era of Yiling Laozu’s demonic cultivation when he was already so powerful? “I,” Wei Wuxian answers, “hate sweating.”
pov alternating, post-canon, established relationship, bamf wei wuxian, swordfighting, short & sweet, fluff, domestic fluff, slice of life
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DTS After Hours with Lando
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tarczar · 1 month
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objectum queen? taking this opportunity to tell you guys there's an audio drama story focused entirely on her and paracelsus ((slayer is also there <3)) also here's the english translation pdf
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⏳ Zelda!
Zelda is alone, now, standing in the fountain's sacred water that looks inky black in the moonless night. Violent shivers ripple the water's surface, but still she clasps her chilled, pale hands together.
It is my birthday tomorrow, she thinks. Tenth birthday. That means Father will... will do something nice for me.
It is her tenth birthday the next day, but she stands alone once more, in her overly grandiose room. If she squints really hard out the window, she can see the fountain shaded in the sunset.
She finds herself silently putting on her ceremonial dress and slamming open the castle doors. She finds herself running on the cobblestone path, ignoring the startled glances the passersby give her, and races to that Goddess-forsaken place, gasping for air.
I haven't done enough.
Bitterness wells up inside her throat as she hops into the freezing water. It rains. She prays, voice wavering and steadying and wavering like an uneven tide. It rains more and more and more, down her face and her arms and her hair.
I haven't done enough.
"I pray to you, so that I may serve my kingdom and awaken this power that..."
That Mother should have showed me.
Her mind is weary and forms unintelligible mumbles on the tip of her tongue.
I haven't done enough.
Days and days and years and years, all for what? Four years, all for what? Maybe she just wants her mother back.
"Why won't you listen to me?"
Why won't anyone listen?
"Why can I make nothing work? Why can't I have my mother?"
She meant to come to this place to make her father proud on her birthday, not for... for this.
Damn it, nothing is going right. As always.
Maybe she just wants her mother back.
"I can't do this," she whispers. There is no one there to hear it. "I can't do this, I can't do this, I can't do this!" Her hands fall and grip her drenched hair. "Mother, I can't do this!"
Something breaks within the foggy gloom of the rain.
Maybe she just wants--
"MOTHER!" she screams, into the silence of the cold statue looming above her. "I WANT MY MOTHER! MOTHER!!"
There is a lone child wailing for her mother in the rain, but no one has come to help her.
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moonlight-eternal · 1 month
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Sunlight streams in through the tall windows lining both sides of the ballroom, here in the grand cathedral at the peak of Anor Londo. Tables joined end to end cover both walls beneath the glass, bedecked with a royal feast – perhaps the last such feast for quite some time, or even forever.
Soon, the Princess of Sunlight, Gwynevere, and her spouse the Flame God Flann, will depart. With them will likely go large portions of the remaining population, abandoning the great City of the Gods to journey westward toward the hope of greener pastures afar, another pilgrimage to follow in the footsteps of those other gods who went away so long ago.
Gwyndolin will remain behind. She will stay, as she has through every farewell over the millennia, and care for the city as no one else will, even as its streets grow emptier once more. There will not be many gods left, soon, after this latest pair leaves. Only her, and Velka, and Vamos, and Lord Nito sleeping deep below. None of the others call this city home.
For now, though, the day is joyful. The crowd gathered here celebrates, and dances, and the guests of honor are both happy to entertain with displays of flame sorcery, an art long since lost to the common folk after Izalith's collapse.
When they get a moment, the two sisters meet at the back end of the ballroom, opposite the statues and the pair of elevators that alternately carry guests to the balcony above and servants from the kitchens below. Gwynevere carries a plate of dainties, offering some to Gwyndolin. The last of that type from the kitchens, according to the waiter who delivered them personally to the goddess's hands.
So Gwyndolin takes one, gratefully, ever anxious at the thought of stepping away from the wall at her back, of letting down her guard, of being seen in this body that everyone knows is wrong. Even apart from the half dozen snakes coiling out beneath her dress, even were that no issue at all, she would hesitate to appear in public.
The treat is cake-like yet savory, with hints of citrus... and far more than a hint of immediate nausea. Gwyndolin coughs once, partway bent over, and hurries to straighten up and conceal anything that might attract the notice of other guests. But Gwynevere sees, and is concerned, and asks if something is wrong.
Something is very wrong. Gwyndolin turns her back to the party and chokes out a few words – poison, don't touch the others, she's going back to her room but don't tell anyone. Gwynevere nods, wishes her luck, says she'll dispose of the plate and meet her there.
Gwyndolin draws up a sigil in the air formed of strands of sunlight, a fusion of sorcery and miracles, and releases its power to hurl herself through space in an instant... but sick as she is, the teleport is miscast, and she appears halfway along the straight line path to her destination, stumbling on unsteady snakes into the railing overlooking a hall below.
Ahead of her is the double-helix staircase that could take her to the rooftops, but before that point a room off to the right, a small chapel of sorts tucked away beside the main hall. She ducks in there, short of breath, and hurries to the far corner across from the door where a secret passage waits. The wall slides apart, and Gwyndolin struggles up a narrow spiral staircase – difficult enough on snakes even in the best of times – to another hall above.
Gwynevere teleports in ahead of her, empty-handed, just in time to catch her as she falls. Gwyndolin tries to speak but only coughs come out, and she points to the heavy, reinforced door that marks her personal chambers.
Instead of helping her up to keep moving, Gwynevere only lays her sister down gently on the marble floor and begins casting a miracle of her own. Soothing sunlight radiates around her, enveloping both women and flooding the hall in either direction with healing rays.
The swelling in Gwyndolin's throat lessens, then clears entirely, and she manages to produce words at last. "Thank you," she says, sitting up on the hard floor beside her sister.
"Are you alright? What happened?"
"Poison," Gwyndolin repeats. "In the hors d'oeuvre plate. Something fast acting and serious, and I suspect... professional."
"An assassin?" Gwynevere looks concerned, but unconvinced. "I mean no offense, but you are more concerned with evildoers than most... Are you sure it was not simple contamination, or an allergy?"
Gwyndolin nods. "I could barely cast my most practiced spell. This would have killed a human in seconds, and probably could have killed one of us if left untreated. Particularly if the strongest healer in the land were the one afflicted."
Gwynevere narrows her eyes. "What do you mean? You're not a healer. And who would try to kill you anyway?"
"It would not be the first such attempt on my life. But you are overlooking the obvious, dear sister. You told me just before, that the platter was delivered personally, with intent, and the story told was that the last should be yours as an honor. You then carried the malignant cakes to share, and that is how I came to be poisoned."
Finally, it clicks. "You don't think–"
Gwyndolin meets her sister's eyes and nods. "I was not the target. Someone at your farewell banquet has tried to assassinate you."
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baekhyunnybyun · 4 months
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Bex's Top 20(+1) Songs of 2023
Spotify Playlists: Top 20(+1) ♡ Top 100 ♡ 2023 On Repeat (<- the unabridged favorites list [19+ hours])
tagged by @xiaojuun @dongkwan @hohowonho & @yangsminho thank you beloveds 💜
So I have learned that I am incapable of picking a reasonable number of favorites throughout this whole process and I even kept an extra song bc I wanted to make the gfx for it. Also the layout. But here are some of my favorites from 2023!
Some thoughts: I still don't know the purki members even tho I was OBSESSED with cabin fever. Busted top song of 2023? Multiple hags had comebacks this year & teen top's tt stood out to me when I was looking back (I don't count exo as hags even tho they are...)! Infinite's & tvxq's cbs were also really good! I still think knock knock by reve should've been the tt of chill kill. Loved my soloists in 2023 (jo yuri, kim sejeong, woodz, b.i, tabber, onew, d.o, kai). Several of whom were new to me. WayV may not be kpop, but their album was too important to me not to list. I joked that my top 10 was just the omy album, but it really was very good. EXO returned!! And we probably won't see them again until 2026 😭 Perfume best debut of 2023 /hj. I still don't technically stan the boyz somehow even tho I tuned in to all of their cbs this year and now know all the members. Also 🕯 pls let a.c.e drop a full album (as a full group 😒) in 2024 🕯and ilu everything I didn't mention but made the top 20. ok enough outta me 🤐
tagging (if you've already done this pls tag me!! I'd love the see it 🫶🏻 & if you're not a cc, I'd still love to see a list if you want to do one! 💜): @jwooyoung @lee-minhoe @bethereforme @possession1981 @honeydewtual @28reas0ns @sunminshine @sunghanbin @awek-s @jeonwon-wonwoo @zuhoz @kimsmingyu @jaebeomtual @okaysign @onmywayv @goblinvern @baekhyunonlyfans @wifehwa @flaredpantsagenda @haechannabelle @kihyunsgf @sunmisbf @neonsbian @wayvmp3 @duovxq @tipannies @pinktaeyeon @jftk @ninqz @nfly5 @talksaxy @baekslight @byunbaekhyunie I'm going off memory and definitely forgot people (I'm sorry🫣) but I think most people who are gonna do this have done this already anyway 😅🤷‍♀️
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crithaus · 1 year
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Been seeing so many tweets abt it and I wanna get back on yonder soap box for a second cuz I have my own musings
I had always wondered if Vax would show up when Vex was drowning in Dalen's Closet and then when he didn't I wondered why and mused that barring the above table reasons of this being a game with set rules and Matt can't just deus ex machina their way outta all their scraps, that below table the Deal Vax had already made with RQ for Vex's safety was all the flexing she would allow him to do and then voila Vex comes back anyhow, and I think it's important to note that as Vex was dying Liam slipped out of Derrig's character, something he doesn't do much, and into Vaxbrain ("We had a deal, Matt.") to Express how unhappy he was that Vex was drowning and the deal he'd made was being routed and I think that's proof enough that Vax would if allowed absolutely come down there and rescue his family from any and all scrapes if he was able to,
Now with this latest episode, We saw Otohan bedecked Paragon's Call with RQ's symbols, we know Otohan has the poison that prevents you from being rezzed which is an affront to RQ's domain and position if I've ever heard one, we know the attack on Kiki was on purpose and possibly to get RQ's attention, get her looking and all, and this whole situation with Ludinus is the biggest threat yet faced to all the gods and all their domains,
And that's why she let Vax through the gates this time, just in time to wrest that permadeath dagger away from the heart of the love of his life. I don't think Vax could have been there without the requisite chips falling where they did, without RQ letting him, I think the thought that he busted through all of those gates unprompted and w/o permission is a little disingenuous because Vax would want to do that for any and every one of his family members every day all the time forever, but it makes perfect sense that as the Raven Queen's champion he would be sent down to stop Ludinus from freeing Predathos and it makes perfect sense for Vax to veer off from his official business, to shirk his responsibility and use the opportunity given to go to her, to do such a grand and meaningful gesture for his one true love, and tl sound so unclouded and present while doing so, I mean
This is Vax we're talking about. The guy who looked death (death herself both times y'know, Otohan and her dagger and RQ, two sides of a coin or something) right in the eye, twice, clutching his girls to him and telling that nigh all powerful entity to fuck right off cuz they can't have these girls he loves more than life? Peak Vax behavior. To know he's been watching Keyleth for so long finally seized his moment to help her, and did so with gusto? True love. The purest kind, the Vax-iest kind. Not even death can stop his love for her, for Vex, for Vox Machina.
And I think after this all is over they need to renegotiate the terms of Vax's service so he can stay back past the gates with the rest of his family cuz RQ is a stingy bitch and should have been MUCH laxer with gate-crossing privileges, I mean Vax has more than earned it now
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pomellon · 2 months
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What if I kittycat-ify your bytham, then what
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