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read the tag list before you hit proceed, i beg of you
enjoy, freaks <3
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nebulousmistress · 6 months
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On Tranquility...
Tranquility in Dragon Age supposedly strips the emotions out of a mage and turns them into a husk of themselves. On one hand it is supposed to turn them into docile creatures who accept everything being done to them without complaint or protest.
There's a second side to this though. Have you ever met a person without emotion? Who doesn't know you're supposed to feel a thing unless they're told they're supposed to?
Cullen mentions the Tranquil's ingenuity and focus as you're combing through the Temple of Dumat in DAI. This brings my horrifying idea into a new light.
A Tranquil Anatomist.
This, this here is why Irving fought so hard to keep the Templars from Branding Anders.
Imagine for a moment an Anatomist, a Healer who takes the opportunity to learn the structure of their patients, their organs, their muscles and bones. The anatomical names would be different but the method of study would be the same: dissection.
But how to accomplish this in a culture that burns its dead? Without corpses to steal from graveyards?
Healer Elena of Kinloch Hold had a method she taught to her apprentice Anders before she was tried, convicted, and executed for heresy against the natural order. That method? Take advantage of opportunities as they arise. A Spirit Healer brought out to heal can get away with much when faced with questions of 'why'. Why are you cutting open the person? Well to get to the affected injury/ailment/organ of course. You don't want this to go wrong, do you? And if I get to rummage around a bit to Sense and Feel and Learn how it all works while I'm in here? I'll heal it all once I'm done I promise.
Now take away that healer's magic.
What connection does the Tranquil have to his victims anymore? What reason does the Tranquil have to stop? Why would the Tranquil care about the screaming of the man before he's allowed to die?
What does the pain of one man even matter against the possibility of gained knowledge that can be spread and passed down and be used to save other lives? It matters when you are that one man with the Anatomist's hands inside you, hands wrapped around your fluttering heart to feel the structure of each dying beat.
That was what Irving feared most as he saw Anders led off in chains for the 7th time, down into the dungeons. As he imagined an Anatomist without empathy, without fear, without compassion, lost in the Tranquil's focus, his only remaining goal to learn how the body worked down to its smallest parts.
A Tranquil serial killer.
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butterflies-dragons · 2 years
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Every time I find a post like this one:
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I immediately remember this other post:
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I'm pretty sure you get my point.
This was the last day of May 2022 and also the day I needed to quote Neil Gaiman twice.
Good night!
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iriswave · 1 year
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A few years back I was bored and decide to freeze a worm on a string in some water cause I’m evil like that. Anyway, I don’t remember much about the actual frozen worm on a string, just the incredibly pathetic image of it laying in the bottom of my sink, wilted in a puddle of water, soggy and cold, giving me both a look of bitter betrayal and of defeated despair.
Anyway here it is:
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spinspoon · 11 months
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loved the part in genloss where gl!ranboo said "it's genlossing time" and genlost their head
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kevtsuboi · 2 months
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My favorite thing about showing someone a new show is getting to point out all the people who we love, and who we hate.
And also watching them die inside from all the emotionally wrecking moments. 🙃
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radplaidtacofan · 1 year
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Warning: Major spoilers for Tears of the Kingdom:
Me: *just watched Zelda draconify herself in a desperate attempt to fix things* Me: Aww that's so sad! :( Also Me:
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veeislost · 5 months
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Oh the fucking horrible feeling of making up with someone and knowing all their flaws now, having completely analyzed and judged them for weeks, only to go crawling back the second they apologize.
And then the sweet pain of knowing it was your fault, while the arguments against them still stand, but you know it was your fault and you deserve every bad thing that happens.
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sandsmand · 4 months
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I'm awful at a lot of things, but you know what I'm great at? Making people extremely mad and salty...why am I like this...
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himeikamei · 1 year
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smoking's bad for your teeth, clover
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avirael · 8 months
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FFxivWrite 2023
Day 05 - Barbarous
Potential Trigger Warning:
While not explicitly described this story still contains topics of physical and sexual violence!
Context: This story describes a part of A'viloh’s captivity by pirates after leaving his home.
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Day and night looked the same in the belly of the ship and all sense of time was long lost, so it was impossible to tell how many days they had already spent shackled in the dark, when finally A'viloh’s personal Calamity struck them.
The pirates were laughing as they entered the cargo room and a few of them were also talking in a slurred voiced. They seemed to be drunk, very very drunk at that. Definitely drunk enough to lay hand on the cargo.
While one of the men picked on an Ala Mhigan girl way to young for any reasonable persons taste, another one roughly pulled A'viloh to his feet. One dirty hand tugged at his loose hair and the other tried to force his chin up. “What do we have here? A pretty kitten?”
A'viloh wasn’t sure if the man had mistaken him for a girl or if he just didn’t care. It didn’t really matter anyway, his intentions were even more obvious than the strong smell of alcohol on his breath.
A'viloh tried to struggle out of the man’s grip but a harsh jap at his hair made him howl in pain.
“Leave him alone!!”
Before he realised what was happening, U'laqa had jumped at the sailor like a wild Coeurl, hissing and hitting and scratching. The pirate was surprised enough to let go of his prey but he still was a lot taller than his opponent. Only Laqa‘s momentum and anger gave him an advantage and made both of them fall to the floor.
Turmoil broke loose and it took the other pirates a moment to tear Laqa away from their comrade. Suddenly a loud voice echoed through the room and everything went silent at once, as the big Roegadyn captain stomped in. “What’s going on here?!”
The attacked sailor jumped to his feet and agrily pointed at Laqa who was held in an iron grip by three other men.
“He attacked me, capn. Didn’t like how I looked at his friend there. See, he left quite a mark.”, he pointed at his face and indeed a big red stripe ran across his skin, from barely under his eye all the way down to his chin.
For a moment the captain seemed to assess the situation and then he loudly addressed all of his shackled cargo at once.
“I warned you! All of you are my property now and I don’t tolerate disobedience!“, then he turned to Laqa and gestured at his men. “Take him upstairs! Let him be a warning example for the others.“
“No!” A'viloh wailed without thinking and threw himself at the men holding Laqa. “No, leave him be!”
Of course he wasn’t strong enough to take on even one of them and so all it needed was one harsh slap across his face to send him to the floorboards at their feet.
The captain scoffed and turned to leave. “Take them both!”
They were dragged upstairs and while A'viloh shivered in fear, U'laqa struggled and cursed. After all this time in the dark belly of the ship the sun felt way to bright and made their eyes burn.
Both of them were pushed to their knees side by side on the deck of the ship and the captain stepped in front of them. A'viloh wanted to plea to him and insist it was all just a misunderstanding but all he got out was a squeaky “please…” he wasn’t even sure anybody heard.
The captain towered over Laqa.
“Do you think I am just going to let you attack my men like this and stir trouble?“, he asked but only got a stubborn look and a growl for an answer.
“You’re punishment shall be a warning to all the others not to cross me! How am I supposed to sell a disobedient kitty like you to anyone? All you accomplished with your little show was proving that you are worthless to me.”
He waved at his men. “You know what we do with mutineers, boys. Tie him up and feed him to the fish. Do with the other as you like, maybe this one is still able to learn some obedience…”
Both of the Miqo'te yelled and struggled but it was in vain. It were just too many even for Laqa to take on all by himself. They held him in place and tied his hands tightly together while he hissed and cursed. Another man brought a long rope and attached one end to the mast of the ship and the other to Laqa’s bonds. Then they roughly shoved him over the deck, past A'viloh and towards the railing.
A'viloh hurled himself at Laqa, trying to cling to him, but the pirates had both of them tightly in their grips. For a moment A'viloh and Laqa were only inches away, trying to get to each other and calling each other’s names.
And then suddenly they both were torn backwards, A'viloh thrown to the floorboards and Laqa pushed over the railing. He hit the water with a loud splash while the rope bound to him suddenly went tight from pulling him after the ship. He tried to stay above water but at this speed it was a futile struggle.
Laqa screamed in despair and in pain and A'viloh wailed and cried his name while some of the pirates pushed him to the ground. All he perceived was their laughter mixed with his boyfriend’s screams and the feeling of their hands all over his body. But after a while he couldn’t tell anymore if the screams were still Laqa’s or his own.
Just like that A'viloh was suddenly left all alone among monsters and from that moment on they would haunt his nights and days forever.
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Hey guys? What the hell was I thinking?
I'm finishing the battle pictures and I am honestly dying inside! Why did I think putting all these precious buns against each other was a good idea????
Well, you all better vote and suffer with me now!
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nebulousmistress · 3 months
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Chapter 4 of fuck if I know anymore
I tried. I swear I tried to end it at Chapter 3. It was a great ending, it implied things all worked out, our heroes were successful!
But it did not end.
It's all about Vows, I think. Most members of the Chantry swear their vows to the Chantry itself as an institution or to a person or to the current Divine. It seems Sebastian was one of those rare types who actually pledged his vows to the Maker. Now, now that he's followed such a vow to the letter, his Vow of Charity upheld by holding the lives of others above his own soul, that Chantry will fault him for it. Because his soul should be worth more than mere lives. Because their own souls are worth more than mere lives, right?
Because if one Brother is setting this kind of example then what does it mean for the rest of them? Because if Grand Cleric Elthina, master of sitting back and letting the Templars win and then taking political credit claiming it 'just', cannot set an example like this... Then what exactly is the Maker's work?
Chantry critical machinations ahead. Also Justice ate a dude again but it's offscreen. I'm sure they deserved it.
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ssaaaronmontgomery · 1 year
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I love my traumatized king <3333
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twixxee · 3 months
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People who say Carlos and Charles hate each other must be in shambles today after seeing the picture of them in the car together
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whysojiminimnida · 2 years
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OKAY But I Didn't Stop Myself
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Jungkook knows what you're up to.
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He KNOWS and he might or might not be judging you for it.
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Or Jimin's having a very chemically interesting evening.
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Or Jungkook and Jimin found Tae's vape.
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Or both.
I'M SORRY BUT NOT SORRY ENOUGH TO KEEP IT TO MYSELF SO HERE WE ARE ILY
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