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furiosophie · 7 months
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i can't wait to go home
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hitokiri-izou · 23 days
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Ok I've processed the 2.1 questline and in regards to aventurine's status, I'm confident that he's alive. I thought so while playing but had doubts.
Acheron explicitly said that his gamble isn't over, and even went so far as to sever the harmony from him. So his death sentence has been lifted.
He was also the main character of this patch in a way. Whenever we were in his pov we saw glimpes of his past giving context to his actions now and we even got to see conversations between himself that revealed his real self. At every turn we're told that he's going to die, whether by the harmony or his own machinations. His backstory peppered in even gives him death flags.
But his death is entirely expected. By us, by sunday, by sparkle, by himself. He follows the path of preservation, he's been invited by the path of elation, and by the end of his quest he's ended up on the path of nihility. A fool who wants to protect what he loves but all who he loves are gone, making it meaningless.
Acheron obliges his wish and unsheathes her sword. She is the emanator of nihility but will not allow him his end. Throughout this quest as we see more and more of aventurine we see how careless he is with his life and as his mask gets ripped off again and again it's apparent how little he regards his life and his suicidal ideation comes to the forefront. He doesn't care how this will pan out, he wants to go home and his home is where his family is.
Acheron apologizes that this void wasn't what he was expecting or where he wanted to go. She uses the power of nihility to save him from the harmony, an inversion of expectations. She denies his suicide by cop, tells him he's not done yet, and wishes him luck.
Aventurine even apologizes to his younger self saying it's not time for him to reunite with his family, some day but not yet.
Thematically, acheron talked him away from the ledge and encouraged him to live. She's giving him another chance. And he's taking it.
Where he is right now is probably outside the domain of the dreamscape where presumably robin and firefly have been. We probably won't see him for awhile as he treks through and finds a way to escape. But I am confident he'll find his way back.
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foundfamilynonsense · 6 months
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Y’know. Anakin was a real asshole in Ahsoka’s hallucination.
Like. She mentions something about what she’ll be able to teach her padawan one day, since all she’s being taught is how to be a soldier, and Anakin’s like “teaching’s not all it’s cracked up to be”
And like. Asshole move. And Ahsoka rightfully calls him out on it. And he goes on the whole “uuuh I was joking. Lighten up.” Literally a complete jackass.
But beyond how he answered the question, it’s a valid complaint Ahsoka is bringing up! Anakin’s teaching her how to live or die. But Ahsoka wants to be taught how to be a jedi.
What happens after the war is over (order 66 never happens) and she now has to navigate a galaxy without a war? The Jedi take teaching very seriously there’s no greater honor than teaching a padawan. And she’s not being accurately taught, so she will not be able to pass anything on to the next generation.
But Anakin brushes it aside because he simply does not respect her or her wishes. Like. He never wanted a padawan, despite teaching being foundational to the Jedi. And he only took ahsoka in because he started to like her and became attached to her. He doesn’t care about jedi legacy, not really. So he brushes her comment off with a joke.
But in the rest of the vision… idk it didn’t feel like we were supposed view Anakin as entirely wrong here. He wasn’t in the right, he was definitely channeling Vader and being an ass, but he was basically the reason Ahsoka survived the fall, right? Bc he was making her choose life? When Ahsoka wins against him it’s sort of like she’s both learned his lesson and moved beyond him. And then for the rest of the season he’s only talked about in positive ways.
And like. That one line ahsoka said was really powerful in relation to the entire point of the show. What does she have to pass onto her own padawan (Sabine) if she wasn’t properly trained herself? That is, perhaps, the only valid plot question asked in the entire show. And it doesn’t get an answer. It’s never even brought up again.
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unrelatabledude · 2 months
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ah okay im too tired and i dont know if ill have more time this week to finish them. can i interest you in a ffxiv au?
i will probably redo this but this is my ideas for the rest of the cast
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guardian-angle22 · 10 months
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911 lone star fashion -> every paul outfit
↳ 4.07
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coldgoldlazarus · 10 months
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Your name is JJ Abrams. You are going to make a movie titled "Star [thing]". You make a pretty fun, if kinda shallow action movie with a few neat ideas and some really excellently-chosen actors, but also unnecessarily blow up a planet or two and add a couple of other questionable worldbuilding decisions that will negatively impact the franchise down the road. But overall, it is too well-directed and enjoyable a movie for most people to really be mad at in the long run.
A few years later, you decide to follow it up with the cinematic equivalent of a crime against humanity, that relies on mindless nostalgia and expanding on the prior-mentioned kinda bad decisions from the first movie, to just wind up doing unbelievable damage to the franchise you love, setting the tone for a bunch of high-budget but varying-quality television followups.
Also somewhere in there will be another film connected to these two, by a different director than you, that will take the good elements of your first film and expand on those instead while excising the bad, and generally bring enough good energy to mostly (if unfortunately not entirely) offset the damage your second one did.
Am I talking about Star Trek or Star Wars? Yes.
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dnangelic · 3 months
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if dark is visiting sekais, when will he come to visit the Wonderland sekai huh. : / when will he get to see the noisy colorful hell of an amusement park with catgirl miku and sentient plushies? they have so many shows to give him!!!!
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IT WAS AN ACCIDENT. NONE OF IT WAS SUPPOSED TO HAPPEN
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merrysithmas · 2 years
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so i am reading The Book of Sith and it is really hitting me how STRONG Anakin was to overcome literally thousands of years of Sith consolidation of power and END it. he ended the Sith 🤯 all of the powerful Sith lords that came before him, all of the endless century-long brutal wars between the Sith and Jedi, the unrest in the galaxy -- the Force, through torment, put Anakin in a position to end it. And he did.
through the book we learn that the Sith have been placing sleeper agents in Jedi & Republic society for thousands of years - calling them forth to upend peace when least expected (such as Dooku, a high ranking person in Serenno culture). and i fully believe that's what the Force did in return, finally, with Anakin as Vader. Anakin in Vader was the Force's sleeper agent.
The Force had to create and torment someone so good that he would fall because of his weakness (LOVE) and yet be strong enough to withstand 20 years of guilt and torture on the Dark Side, so strong that he'd return to the Light and end the Sith from within, as one of them.
the Force created Anakin to fall. he was the Chosen One, the damned one, the demi god, the unlucky one, the hated one -- but the hero. it is why he found peace as a force ghost. a tragic hero.
Like!!! Vader, personally, after killing his Master, had the ability to instantly absorb ALL of Sidious' power - ten thousand years of malignant potent strength. Vader would be literally all-powerful...
and he rejected it 🥹😭😫
he outright rejected it for Luke, for Leia. he rejected it for love. he wasn't even tempted after Sidious died! he rejected the entire Sith lineage since Darth Bane, tore it to shreds and let it wither and die just so he could look at his son with "his own eyes". Luke (& Leia) - the whole reason he began the first assured steps to his fall in the first place. A desperation to save his children & padme.
he was so strong in the Light that he didn't claim the dark throne. but he not only didn't claim it - he destroyed it. for his children and everyone else in the galaxy. so that they might never know the pain and torture he endured on the Dark Side as Sidious' slave.
the book (which is, granted, "Legends") makes it clear under the Rule of Two that the apprentice never gets any Sith power. they are starved of it, servants of it, and slaves. the Sith Master keeps all of the dark power and the apprentice has nothing, is nothing. is treated as meat and Palpatine notes they are "easily replaceable when their usefulness runs out".
Anakin was the easiest target for him and he was manipulated since he was 9 years old. no mother to protect him. Sidious threw away Maul, Tryanus, and Vader of course was next.
but in the end he overcame all that: the Force's tragic destiny for him via the prophecy, Palpatine's evil manipulation of him as a small child, the lure of a hundred generations of Sith power, the evil he was conducted to commit under the duress of Palpatine to save his family (and the boundless guilt he felt for it), and the ultimate rank of a potential rule as Emperor Vader.
he rejected it all the second he got another chance - horrified at his fall the first time, bearing the burden of the prophecy (Anakin the Betrayer), taking responsibility for the acts he commited even though he was a demi god who was destined and thus never had any real free will.
he was a slave his entire life - born & died as one. he was only ever free in death.
and he was free in death because the moment he finally had a true choice of his own - after he fulfilled the Prophecy and ended the Sith - he chose to end the Sith, and let peace prevail.
at his truest form, finally given his own agency, he chose the Light.
anakin is a hero.
#anakin skywalker#sob#when ppl say he was -pure evil- im like ok are we seeing the same source material#being PURE EVIL and commiting evil are two diff things#he definitely commited evil acts as both anakin & vader#(and he had an ego and alter ego on top of it)#(like i think of the dark side as deluding such as a substance abuse - he isnt REALLY vader but vader is there in control regardless)#(and he is helpless to this alter ego as his prime ego is not strong enough)#but anyway#he commited evil but he wasnt evil at his soul - that is the whole point of hope in star wars and the whole point of luke skywalker#a person who believes in good#that anyone even someone who has made the worst mistakes (even if he was destined to!) can be saved with understanding and compassion#and it is only through compassion ultimately that we can make the world better - even if at times there us no choice but to act in defense#compassion must always prevail#and by 'saved' i mean can know himself as more than his mistakes and capable of what one wills despite the past#that there is always hope someone might come back from the dark#and to not damn this possibility with hate and scorn#even if we cant MAKE it happen it is possible#and in anakin's case he had a prophecy and his REAL moment of choice was when it was fulfilled#and he chose to do good#and he CHOSE IT BECAUSE LUKE WAS THERE TO BELIEVE HE COULD AND TO LOVE AND HELP HIM AND SHOW HIM IT WAS POSSIBLE#ugh my soul#it was possible for him to choose good
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paradife-loft · 11 months
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Knight Artorias continues to be one of my absolute favorite boss fights
"victim of the Abyss" is the sexiest description one can read on a soul in this entire game by far
decided midway through fighting him that I wanted to go for a no-healing kill, mostly to prolong the experience and see if I could, and: success!! I can and did!
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amokslime · 5 months
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Is anybody else out there a Kirk/Spock/McCoy enjoyer? Like the premise deluxe
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purinclover · 23 days
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been putting up glow in the dark stars in my new room and it reminds me of miggy AHHHHHH MIGUELITO
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roselightfairy · 1 year
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I have mostly been restraining my Takes out of general self-consciousness and overall exhaustion, but it is very important to me that Obi-Wan has at least once said to Qui-Gon, “One day you’re going to be wrong about something, and I hope I’m there to see it,” and then he was dueling Anakin surrounded by lava and everyone was dead and he couldn’t even enjoy the moment.
(and then years later they were both Force ghosts and Anakin was key in Palpatine’s downfall and he HAD TO EAT HIS WORDS AFTER ALL THAT)
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truly-sincerely · 3 months
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Dark Star Falling (part 5 of ?)
“You can’t even be cross with me. My brain’s a wreck and it’s not like you know where Bhaal’s temple is either,” Darling’s voice cuts thru the silence without warning. He turns in his chair to look at them but they’re already on the other side of the table from him, pulling a different chair out. The guards all stand stock still, waiting for his command.
“You look–”
“Yeah, I know,” they wipe at the blood spatter on their face with an equally bloody glove, but it’s already dry. “We just got back from Avernus. Anyway, I actually did find the temple, I just don’t know how to get inside yet. I know where to go to get inside, but then something came up and one thing led to another…”
“Where’s your friend?,” he asks.
“Rifling thru the pockets of the dead patriars in your throne room,” they reply. Astarion is at the Elfsong, complaining about getting briefly killed by a devil to anyone who will listen, but Gortash doesn’t need to know that.
“I seem to recall you saying you wouldn’t return empty-handed.” Darling tosses a helmet onto the table. Gortash raises an eyebrow, “That’s not a netherstone.”
“It’s a souvenir,” they say with a smirk. He picks it up and turns it over in his hands. Darling swings their feet up onto his desk, heels crumpling a map of Baldur’s Gate. They are wearing different boots than their first late night visit. Some other fashionable changes, as well, but it’s clear that they want him to notice the boots.
The helmet and the boots are from a matching set. He knows, because the boots were in his footlocker until recently, and the helmet was, as far as he knew, still where the boots should’ve been before he’d stolen them a long time ago. In fact, those exact boots had been indispensable in his original escape from that place. Did Darling know? They hadn’t known before they lost their memory, so how could they now? But watching them, he can tell from their demeanor that they do. It hangs in the air for a moment.
“You went to the House of Hope. Impressive, of course, but not what you ought to be spending your limited time on.” He tosses the helmet back. “Wouldn’t your immense talents be better spent saving the sword coast from the impending rampage of our naughty elder brain?”
“I’m on a journey of self-discovery. What’s the point of saving the sword coast if I lose myself in the process.”
“Since when are you a poet?”
“I’m a bard, Enver.” For a moment he can’t breathe, hearing his name from their lips. He manages to smother the feeling as they continue, “There was this sweet girl in the druids’ grove. A tiefling like me. She played the lute and we played together and I tapped into the weave and I’ve been doing psychic damage to everyone I meet ever since. Don’t give me that look. I’m still a killer. My talents are still immense.”
“You were a paladin of Bhaal,” he offers.
“No kidding,” they flare their nostrils and laugh. A different laugh, or, has he ever even heard them laugh before? “I get the impression I was a hammer and all of my problems were nails.”
“You were magnificent.”
“I still am,” they say, their mouth pulling to the side. Their gaze drifts to the arbalest on the table. His stays on them. “I was scared at first, and angry. I had to learn how to talk to people. I needed different skills. After the lobotomy. After the worm. With a different… partner. Partners. So now I’m a poet.”
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heylinhenchman · 4 months
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What color is your aura?
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Indigo
cold water, tile, masks, constellations, dyed fabric, macaw feathers, night sands. your essence is indigo: your emotional depth consumes all who dip their toes. you are sensitive but enigmatic; you project an air of mystery, and deep down are confident no one could ever solve yours. you are darkly romantic and mesmerizing. you are the mystique. you are the widow. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of periwinkle, mauve, royal, and navy, who share your quiet intuition. you are also drawn to the driven souls amaranth and garnet, who will help you grow and learn how to leave your mark on the world. however, you may struggle to get along with the uncommitted personalities of bronze and hickory who seem to lack true depth.
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mariocki · 2 years
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Patrick Troughton interrogates the Saint as an unnamed Buenos Aires police inspector (perhaps an ancestor of Ramón Salamander...?) in The Saint: The Romantic Matron (2.18, ITC, 1964)
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gazelessmenagerie · 8 months
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One idiot takes one hand each, lifting them to their faces for a brief muzzle before their lips pressed to his fingers first. His knuckles were next, touching over every individual hill before they made it to the backs of his hands. Once they kissed their, they turned them over to kiss at the palms. //Some love to balance the pain ajdkdhsj
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One..
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Four of a kind.. hills resting alongside each other in a line. Tools meant for destruction of stone and the breakage of bone.
The words came softly in whispers unheard by any other ears, dwindling on a still tongue that resided within its cave framed by pearly ivories and fanged lethality. Question lay heavy in the brow of the Saiyan as he watched foreign hands smaller than his take his weapons, one hand for two pairs of smaller hands. Crushing fingers lay dormant in their relaxed state, softly spaced as the tendons that connected each one lay limp.
One..
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He felt the lips press their delicate petals to his fingers, reminding him of how the rain would kiss upon the cragged earth of the harsh land he ruled over as a king of his own right. Twin pairs threaded their journey through the peaks of his knuckles, doting on each solitary bone as though they were something precious to be held than feared.
. One...
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Four.
The backs of his hands were not forgotten as the thinner flesh was touched over and the sensation... confounded him. Searing optics whose glare could rival the fires of Brimstone sat within their hooded sockets, watching in silence as those plush lips continued to adore such deadly hands.
Earthlings...
Must they always do this..?
A shameful, weak display of adoration... but he didn't want it to stop.
No.. not one bit, and that might be among his greater shames to bear upon the shoulders of Saiyan pride
He forgot to count when those hands gently coaxed his wrists to rotated and open his palms to the heavens. Rough with callous, they've throttled so many throats and snapped the necks of any number of lifeforms and yet they were treated with such diligence by those two Earthlings. Heat felt as though it were poured into his veins, reigniting the numbness that had been plaguing him for the better part of the day.
The world didn't feel so silent now that he could hear how the wind whispered..
The sun felt hot over his chest and warmed the black waterfalls of hair running down his back..
The kisses of his palms softened the glare of his obsidian pools, fingers curling one by one as the wrists of both slowly grinded the cartilage between bone. Slowly and carefully.. his fingers reached to cup at the sides of those cheeks, feeling their warmth past the numbness as more of his mind seemed to be recovered in the quiet moments spent where those two idiots gathered his scattered pieces. Gentle lips and calm touches slotted his fragments back into place, guiding him to realize the present while it passed on the unseen hands of time.
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