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#i know now why we look so much alike... it's because our souls are the same... we were always meant to meet. always meant to fall in love.
sabrinathepolytheist · 8 months
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In Defense of Aphrodite! - A Devotional Work!
Hello all, this is a thing I wrote a while back, but now that I have a blog, I figured I would share it! I get so annoyed by people giving Aphrodite flak and dishonoring her by the words they say. While I understand that most of these individuals are not pagans, or even Hellenist for that matter, I still think it is disrespectful. For those of you who are not Hellenist out there or worshipers of Aphrodite, please understand that she is a goddess, and that there are people who do honor and respect her. So, if you are a non-pagan and you put yourself in the shoes of an Aphrodite worshiper for a moment, you would see why we are annoyed, and quite frankly why we are angry about the recent trends spreading about our goddess on TikTok.
In Defense of Aphrodite:
What this post will cover:
What she is not!
How she shows love!
How she shows beauty!
She extends herself far beyond just love and beauty!
She is a mother figure!
She is not a monster!
What she is not!
People, pagans included seem to shun Aphrodite. They mock her and belittle her. They assume that because in myth she is portrayed as jealous, sadistic, and uptight, that it must be relative to her true nature. However, this is not, and never was the case. Aphrodite is not a monster; she doesn't "curse women who are compared to her in beauty". She definitely doesn't "take away your beauty if you ignore her". She is totally not the "whore" that modern media has reduced her to. She most certainly is not an advocate for the lesser-known toxic femininity that people often cast her with, otherwise known as a diva. She is SO much more than what people see!
How she shows love!
If you would just get to know her, and begin to be one within her bliss, she will show you her truly loving, caring, compassionate, patient, and unconditional nature. This is when you begin to love her as she loves you. When you get to know Aphrodite you see that there is more to life than just slugging through pay-check after pay-check, that there is more to life than what the media will advertise to you, that life itself is beautiful. Life is her gift to us, and thus we should cherish this gift. She animates our soul, and fills us with wonder, and amazement to explore the world, and to explore life with curiosity. Life is such a special and sacred thing. She cried for Adonis when he perished, but this is not just her sadness for the death of her mortal lover, this is the sadness that she feels when each and every one of us dies! That is how much she truly loves us! She cherishes every waking second she gets with us before it's our time to go. She is love incarnate!
How she shows beauty!
Aphrodite can teach us one major thing about beauty, that is, that it is subjective. Beauty is, and always has been in the eye of the beholder. Beauty is not the caked-up face that society has forced upon most women, true beauty comes naturally. You are already SO beautiful and you don't even know it. Beauty is not reserved for celebrities, or models. Beauty is not the stereotypical body standard that plagues society these days. Beauty is for all! Men, and women alike can rejoice, and appreciate the beauty in themselves, and in our world! There is beauty in us, in the rustling of the trees on a windy day, within the hearts of the ducks swimming gracefully upon the pond, within the eyes of any living creature. Aphrodite is beauty incarnate! If you just look for her, she is everywhere!
She extends herself far beyond just love and beauty!
Aphrodite is the goddess of all love and beauty, but she is SO much more than that. She is also the goddess of pleasure, passion, romance, and desire - none of which are inherently sexual in nature but can very well be sexual in nature if one wishes. she is the goddess of the self; self-love, self-care, self-adoration, self-confidence, even self-discipline - the list goes on. She is the goddess of the heart and is a heart healer. You can vent your sorrows to her, and she will listen, and she will guide you to healing. She will speak to you, be it in your subconscious, or in your heart itself, she will heal your sorrows and your pain.
She is a mother figure!
Aphrodite is a mother too, and if you are one who has a not-so-great mortal mother, Aphrodite will take you into her arms, and openly accept you as her own child - though you are not her blood born child, and most certainly are not a demi-god - she will still take you as her own, especially those who lacked the parental love they needed in childhood. She loves her children very much and will do anything in her power to protect them. If Eros is anything to look at in myth, she doesn't let him get away with Psyche so easily, and I feel that as a mother, she was just trying to better understand Psyche before letting Eros pursue her fully. She wouldn't want anyone to hurt Eros. She gives this same loving motherly protection to all her children. She loves us so very much!
She is not a monster!
As we can see, Aphrodite is not a monster, she is not the vile goddess myth portrays her as. She is lovely in nature to say the very least about her character. She loves all, and wants us to realize that beauty is subjective, and that everyone holds their own beauty inside and out. I pray that Aphrodite blesses and protects each and every person who reads this! <3
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invinciblerodent · 3 months
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good morning continuing my train of thought on vampiric hunger, Libris Mortis also says that vampires (full and spawn alike) have an "inescapable craving" for consuming "life force" that they have to indulge at least once per day. yes that is on top of the previously discussed dependence on a diet of blood that requires feeding once every three days.
and narratively, I think we can assume this means that Cazador took to consuming "life force" from his victims (both in the sense of food and spawn) through things like... doling out torture and abuse (which is more in-line with the lore, and the mechanics of the action giving the victims negative levels), but.
what if it can just be not that. what if it doesn't need to be pain, and suffering, and torture, but also... just attention. any kind of feedback. what if it's Monsters Inc. rules, and positive attention and nice feelings are actually a much more powerful source of life force than the negative, it's just not typically noticed by creatures who live so far in the dark recesses of the world (and don't particularly trust or like each other so they don't give positive attention to each other).
.... anyway, now I am fully 100% convinced that on top of needing to physically feed on blood at least once every three days (regardless of the source), Astarion does in fact require attention in a way.
sure, being a bit of a cock to others did make him feel marginally better before, as did maybe getting compliments and attention from marks, but he was maybe too consumed by the other, diet-dependent kind of hunger for the soul-hunger slightly lessening to be a noticeable improvement.
NOW though, that he's ostensibly so much better fed than he ever was before, it's my sorta-supported headcanon that on top of it being a joke, THIS is at the core of why he says shit like how not enough people say that he's beautiful, and why he straight-up asks for compliments that one time with the mirror. Because his body may be fed, but his soul is still kinda hungry, even if he's unsure why that is, or what it is that fixes it.
he just. needs just a nice li'l cuddle per day. my man needs his morning kissy+grabass combo breakfast meal, and/or some morning complos (shitty way to say compliments), otherwise he gets just a lil bit more bitchy and fidgety, and he (not knowing much about his condition at all, and just, y'know, never having had his needs met) only discovered even that by accident.
every morning we wake up, cast Longstrider, bind Wyll's pact weapon, drink our elixirs, have one of the druids make a Heroes' Feast, and tag-team compliment the vampire.
i'll hc that Iona is going to gift him a copy of this book at one point istg
"look arael, this book explains all the shit Cazador never bothered to tell you. did you know you can cast gaseous form at will. yeah that would have been real fkin useful for us to know, huh"
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2kyo7 · 9 months
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𝐂𝐀𝐈𝐌; 𝟎𝟒
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"SO GOOD!" TUK SHOUTED, wanting everyone to know the goodness of the fruit she'd just bitten into, its pink essence lining her lips and cheeks. The same fruit you'd brought to her family in a basket earlier that week and no one dared to eat from your gift either, except Tuk who absent mindedly picked out the food when no one was looking due to its beautiful color. "No Tuk, don't eat that!" Kiri said, attempting to snatch the item away from her younger sister's hand, a game of cat and mouse being played until their father interjected. "Knock it off baby girl, just let your sister eat."
"But Dad..."
"And I don't wanna hear another word about it." Jake was fast to shut down his daughter's words of opposition, he understood Kiri's dislike for you after your harsh treatment these past few days, but he also understood why you had such a hard time accepting them. Neytiri hissed at her mate, "Jake...your daughter is not in the wrong, that girl has been cold to us for several days and has taught our children nothing of this new world." She reasoned with Jake to prove that their Kiri's actions were just, half scolding him for taking the side of someone he barley knew. "For all we know these fruits are infested with bugs."
Jake considered his wife's words for only a moment before jumping to choose a fruit for himself, a yellow one covered in spikes caught his eye as he took it out of the basket and devoured the snack in one large bite. He expected the fruit to be bitter and sour, instead his taste buds were met with an refreshing, almost enlightened flavor filled to the brim by juice.
The Sully's watched in interest while Jake's eyes opened wide, "this is pretty damn good. 'Tiri you gotta try one." Neytiri wondered if his reaction was exaggerated for the sake of being kind as she hesitantly took a bite of the fruit Jake held out to her. She would of course, never show her true feelings to the tasteful gift, opting to continue arguing against Jake. "Just because she brings us fruit, does not mean we can allow her to torment our children any longer."
Lo'ak winced at his mother's wording, sure you had not been the warmest towards them, but he's more than positive you could be much worse. "Torment is a strong word Mom, more like—" He found himself caught on how to better describe you in an attempt to salvage your reputation in the eyes of his mother. Sure he had not spoken to you as much as the others, and it wasn't because he'd been scared of you by any means, more like intimated.
Yes, Lo'ak can't remember the last time a girl "intimidated" him besides his own mother. You'd walked up to the foreign na'vi without any hesitation at all, while the rest of your people only stood and gawked—he always wondered if Ronal had not said what she had, was there any possibility of the two of you...being more? Not to mention your eyes, they were striking, pierced into the soul of anyone you simply glanced to. At least, that's what Lo'ak felt whenever he'd barely even be in your line of sight. But most of all, you were respected by everyone in your tribe—something Lo'ak would never accomplish, not now, not ever.
Sometimes he wondered if the intimidation sprouted from a place of envy. The people were always quick to flock to your side when in need, you were constantly praised for anything by all, young and old. Never ending stories were told to him by the other Metkyania whenever he'd ask, he sometimes questioned their reality, but every great legend has their fonnies too.
If only Lo'ak had the courage to speak this amazement he'd grown for you, maybe things would be different.
Kiri groaned at Lo'aks affinity towards you, "okay...she tolerates us, at most." Neytiri moved to wrap an arm around her daughter to relieve some of the stress she felt, "maybe the two of you are more alike than you know." Neteyam chimes in, now holding his own fruit that he broke in half to share with Tuk who happily accepted. "You both share a love for animals and stuff, that's why you butt heads so often."
"No, we butt heads because she provokes me." Leaning into her mother Kiri continued to think of every interaction she'd ever had with you, most of course, terrible but she did recall a time where you'd taught her about an animal she'd subtly caught interest in. But nothing could outweigh the negative affect your words and actions left. "Learn to get along with ___, alright? Let everything that's happened this far go. Maybe this is just her teaching best she knows how." Everyone went silent after Jake's words, he knew what it felt like to be looked down upon because you're an outsider, but he also knows what it feels like to be accepted when proving your worth. "Your mother wasn't exactly open to the idea of me comin' into the clan either, look at us now."
Neytiri grumbled something inaudible beneath her breath, at the mention of her actions so long ago being compared to now's events. The story was something they've heard a million times before, but never did they think it would be applied to their own lives. "She'll come around kids, I promise." Jake grabbed ahold of Neytiri's hand lovingly a small smile adoring his face.
The Sully children looked to one another with looks of uncertainty, only hoping their father's words would come to fruition.
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You hummed to yourself, following behind Tsireya as the both of you carefully watched the shore for any signs of life. She carried a round bowl that carried many small aquatic animals, all of the same species—though there were many slight differentiations between each of them. "I cannot wait to eat these Tsireya! This year's cook will be wonderful."  She nodded at your words in agreement, "hmm yes, the crabs grow bigger every year, maybe it is a good omen."
A good omen? "For what exactly?" Your question was simply an aloud thought, not particularly expecting Tsireya to answer. She shrugged, "who knows? For the clan's good health or..." Tsireya trailed off, her eyes looking to something within the near distance, "something else." Shifting your gaze to follow hers, your eyes landed upon the Sully children. Today's lessons were cancelled because of your chores, but from the looks of it they'd still gone out to enjoy the day. They laugh loudly amongst each other, splashing water and kicking up sand—sometimes picking one another to twirl around. Not a care in the world, they looked truly happy. Like a real family.
You find yourself staring a bit longer than intended, unable to pull away from the scene. There were many nights you dreamed of what they had, and even more where you woke up in cold sweat to the harsh reality that a dream is still only a dream. Pathetic, you think—jealous of a bunch of outsiders.
"Oh ___." Tsireya calls to you in a sweet soft whisper, she captured both of your hands in one of hers, "don't cry you're too narlor, your eyes go puffy and wide like a fish when you do." You let out a small laugh at Tsireya's playful insult as she began to lead further down the shore, hand never leaving yours.
narlor - beautiful
Many minutes passed and both you and Tsireya assumed the Sullys to be long gone, but instead a much shorter figure approached both of you. "Tsireya, ___! Wait for me!" The youngest Sully child ran to where you and your friend stood, releasing uneven breaths from her gasping lungs.
"Kaltxì Tuk."
"Kaltxì Tuktirey." You both greeted simultaneously. "Kehe silly, everyone calls her Tuk." Tsireya was fast to correct you, looking to the young na'vi herself for confirmation, "isn't that right?" Tuk bobbed her head up and down, "just call me Tuk! Not Tuktirey ____!" A smile grew on your face at her effortless energy and joy, it's something that you loved about all children her age. "Ah, Tuktirey is such a txur name." You lowered yourself to be more leveled to Tuk, your tail swinging widely behind you. "It's the name of a tsamsiyu after all."
kehe - no
txur- strong
tsamsiyu - warrior
Tuk's mouth stretched widely to voice something, but for a moment's time she looked to hesitate before speaking again. "____ please show me where those tasty fruits are! We really like them a lot!" Her hands formed a cup to emphasize her desperation, stretching the please extra long as a final touch. Your eyes went bright with happiness and smile growing even wider (if that was possible) a small deep intendment appearing on your right cheek while faint wrinkles form around certain features.
"I would love nothing more Tuktirey—" Tuk wraps the length of her arms around your waist, nearly tipping both of you over onto the ground, giggling wildly in the process. "Join us Reya," Your form now hunched over to grasp Tuk in an equally playful hold. Tsireya smiled warmly at the scene, leaning over to gather a few crabs. "Mother will be looking for me soon, you two go." An obvious excuse, but neither yourself or Tuk barely paid any mind as you hurriedly raced each other down the beach.
"Tsireya tell me—was this a good idea?" She jumped, spooked by the sudden deep base of a male's voice behind her, turning to greet him. "Oh Neteyam, hello. You scared me." Holding a hand to her chest to settle her racing heart, "you surprise me in more ways than one." Tsireya's slow pace came to a complete stop, allowing Neteyam a moment to catch up. "This was your doing? Very clever, how did you know about ___'s weakness for children!" Gasp, "You have been watching her, yes?"
Neteyam's lit up at the realization he'd been caught, ears lifting to stand straighter on his head. "W-well perhaps not watching, maybe simply seeing a how she treats Tuk and the other children. That is it." Tsireya places a hand over her quaking mouth to silence the eruption of giggles threatening her lips. "I'm afraid the difference is none."
"Believe me, I know she has not been the kindest to us, but I can tell in truth she's only scared—I couldn't blame her for it." He watches as you and his sister carefully submerged into the ocean's water a ways away, but even from that distance he could see the smiles of joy on both your faces. Tsireya turned to begin the short journey back home, continuing  conversation.  "Despite what many think, ____ is simply still a child in many ways."
"What ways?" Neteyam's interest had been perked, he followed behind Tsireya closely to hear her words. "I have no right to say, in fact, I've said more than enough as is." She shook her head from side to side in an collection of response and disappointment in her own self. "Please forget what I've told you just now, Neteyam." Tsireya paced fastened, the oldest Sully sibling took this as a sign to stop trailing behind his friend. "Forgive me — I have overstepped many lines."
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pinkbunny268 · 4 months
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A short fluffy fic for everyone’s sweet boy! Ugh he’s so sweet it makes me wanna cry 😭
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Stargazing
A gentle breeze flies through the air as the sun begins to set. It runs through the leaves causing a soft rustle to ring out. I sat on a rock near the tip of a cliff mindlessly picking at the dirt with a stick. I waited.
And waited.
Waited for my beloved to come sit with me as he promised he would. No mission would cause him to break such a promise. He says he loves me far too much to ever do such a thing. However, I know better than to have false hope. But, to his credit, every time we have met up he keeps his promise. There’s always that chance though.
As the day light became scarce and all the animals in the forest slept, I sat on the rock. Alone. Wondering where my love might be. When would he arrive? The moonlight bathed the forest in its embrace, lighting up the woods. I watched as animals alike cuddled up to their partners as they prepared to sleep the night away. A pair of foxes snuggled against each other, their tails around their partners body as they placed their faces close to each other, their noses barely touching. My heart ached.
I continued to poke around in the dirt with the stick before letting out a sigh, my heart heavy in my chest. Dread washed over me as I felt my stomach drop. What if something happened? What if he was injured somewhere and here I am pouting because I think he’s late? What if-
“Hello, darling.” I hear him whisper, as if he’s afraid to disturb the peace in the forest. I turn around and smile at him.
“Hello, my love.” I reply as I get up to give him a hug. We stand there embracing each other, silent before I speak up. “You’re late this time. Why?”
I feel him chuckle as he rubs my back. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to worry you. I had to visit Zenitsu at the butterfly mansion before I stopped here. His letters described he was deathly hurt, but upon arriving, I found he had stretched the truth by a lot.” I loosen my grip on the hug to lean back to look at him. Tanjiro. My Tanjiro. His red hair lit up by the moonlight, while also highlighting his eyes. His gorgeous eyes.
“I’m glad to hear he’s ok. He has told us that that was a mission he was nervous about. Then again, every mission makes Zenitsu nervous. For good reason, might I add.” I say as I look at him. He smiles.
“I’m glad to be here with you. I was looking forward to this.” He explains as his arms drop down to my side as he grabs my hands into his own. I give them a soft squeeze.
“Me too.” I lead him to the rock I had previously been sitting on and we both take a seat on it. Our gaze follow up to the night sky as the stars twinkle, almost as if they’re dancing to a song we can’t hear. I point to a cluster of stars and trace their pattern. “That’s called “Cassiopeia”. It has some of the brightest stars known. Do you see it?” Tanjiro follows my finger and closes his eyes furthest from me.
“Kinda? I think I do. Is it a shape?” I shake my head.
“It’s really just a line. A really wonky line. Actually, now that I’m looking at it, it looks like the letter “W”. Just really short and fat. And kinda stretched out.” Tanjiro chuckles at my description and nods.
“I think I see it this time. It’s beautiful.”
“Isn’t it? I love the stars. I love space. It’s so mysterious. We know practically nothing about it and it surrounds us in its endless arms of nothing. Waiting for us to discover what it has to offer.” I look up at the sky and smile. “And the stars. I wonder how they came to be.”
“I’m not sure. There’s too many of them for them to be there for no reason.” I turn to face Tanjiro and I place my hand on his arm.
“I heard it’s the souls of loved ones, looking down and watching over us.” I look back at the stars. “And when we die, we’ll be reunited with our loved ones once more and watch as our children and their children make it in this world. And when they twinkle it’s really them waving at us or giving us a sign that they see us. That they’re with us. I’m not sure how to tell who is who but honestly knowing they’re up there at all is enough for me.”
Tanjiro gives me a small smile as his eyes gloss up. “That sounds like a wonderful thought. I hope that’s what it is.” I lean my head on his shoulder as I wrap my arm around his and caress his hand.
“Me too. I’d love to spend the rest of eternity up in the stars with you.” He looks down at me with loving eyes, the stars reflecting into them causing his eyes to seem as if he held the universe in them. He moves his arm and puts it around my shoulder.
“I’d like that too.”
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Hope you guys enjoyed <3 it’s been awhile since I wrote anything so there might be some mistakes!
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llau-ren-ti-a · 10 months
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The Bad Batch Ask Game
created by @wreckers-wife
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@nahoney22
First of all thanks for the message and thank you for bringing this to my attention, my asks are open now 😁
So let's get right to it!
21. Which Batcher is the best cook?
I'd love to say Hunter, but with his senses it could get difficult (hell, I consider myself a decent cook and can't prepare meat half of the time bc I can't stand the smell) so I'm going with Echo and Cross!
Echo because he actually values food that isn't 'standard rations' and has a thing for proper nutrition and Crosshair because he's a control freak in the kitchen - he won't let you lift a finger and only serves whatever meets his expectations.
38. What color do you associate with each Batcher?
That's a tough one, but I'll try my best!
Wrecker
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Wrecker was the easiest to come up with, and I know, yellow is a happy colour and that's why I associate him with it bla bla bla - his scar reminds me of the sun, a star bursting across his face. He's warm summer days spent in the sun, elderflower lemonade and daisies.
When I was in school we used to play "Yellow Car", whenever you spotted a yellow car you could hit one of the fellow players, and I think he'd be weirdly competitive about that.
Omega
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Omega was a close second, and my colour is turquoise! Do you know this specific shade of turquoise that every other girl's rooms had back in the 2010s? Either you knew someone who had a room like that or you were that person. I can remember that so vividly and she instantly reminded me of her so much. She'd totally be one of those girls with turquoise walls.
I'm also so sure adores the ocean and sky, aside from the storm grey she was surrounded with on Kamino.
Tech
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A little conflicted about our dear Tech - he reminds me of vaporwave and 80s computers; to me he is the embodiment of 80s and 90s synthwave (aesthetic), black and neon pinks and blues and purples and oranges - it was really a tie between the latter but I went with purple, it's still quite a nice colour and I think he'd center his whole being around this colour like many purple people do. (Orange people are actually exactly the same, but they are less vocal about it haha)
Echo
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Sad beige clothes for sad beige children.
Look me straight into my bright blue eyes and tell me Echo would not absolutely THRIVE in a clean, cozy minimalistic apartment. I would pay an ungodly amount of money to wrap him up in a beige silk/mohair blend cable knit sweater and watch him drink a black tea with milk and sugar while he's sitting on clean white bed sheets. Need I say more?
Hunter
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(Sidenote: I am having an absolute field day imagining Hunter in one of those Park Ranger Uniform shorts)
I think the consensus is that a lot of people associate him with red (because he is the leader of the squad and their colours are black and red...)
And I get it, red and brown suit him well in my opinion, but he really is green to me. Not really sage green or dark forest green, more the yellowish chartreuse kind of swampy green.
Crosshair
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I get it. I absolutely do. The angry, dangerous, even lustful dark reds and blacks that so many people pair him with.
My soul tells me he is green. Not that friendly, lively kind of green that Hunter has, but this dark and forgotten shade of ancient woods that block out the sun once you've walked a few steps into them. Kind of Twilight-esque pacific northwedt vibes, but scarier and less blue filter.
I know he would kill me if he heard me compare him to Hunter like that, but I really think they are quite alike.
The difference lies here:
Hunter invites you in, whereas Crosshair is warning you to stay away.
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I hope that made some sense haha!
That was fun, thanks for the message! <3
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analog-cottage-gore · 9 months
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OKAY ANALYSIS TIME. LOOK UNDER CUT.
Basically it seems to be an ad for watchful eye toys, but also not, like most other "ads" we see in wtdw.
So the video starts with a new character already, this guy:
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Keep them in mind, we'll circle back to them later.
Thet say that "It's been far to long since we last spoke", before quickly diverting to a new character who immediately just flings themselves in our face:
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Their name is Morris, they're a court jester vampire bat, and right after they say hello, there's a random beeping noise. This happens at other seemingly random points through out the video. We then learn more about other products that watchful eye toys makes.
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The jack in the box is called the "Itty Bitty Jester Bot/Box" (I couldn't tell which), the bat is a "Mystery Cove Bat Friend", and the tambourine is a "Twinkle Light Tambourine". Not much is known about these currently.
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They then go on to talk about Twimblo's, showing this ad. Now, this was shown in ep 13, but I wanted to bring up the "phone number" (does anyone know if this is a code or just random symbols because idk codes), but also not only do these go for $500 (before tax), they still put up a "buy one get one free", presumably to get more souls.
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Then we get this little scene, showing Morris talking to Oddity, which first of all, why is he here, second, Morris is surprised that Oddity can talk?
Is talking like, and Oddity thing and not just a Twimblo thing? Is Oddity possessed? What is that about?
Also Oddity doesn't even know why he's here, or where he even is, someone help the poor guy-
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They then get to the real purpose of the video.
Dreamworld is making a new animatronic.
what.
Apparently, the viewers get to comment features they might like the animatronic to have, and Watchful Eye will go through the top ten most liked and create a new animatronic??? Okay, cool, that's interesting, we'll talk about this later.
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After that, they do an outro to the video, officially clarifying that yes, that's Oddity, and Morris asks if the camera stopped rolling, and if this means they can "Finally go-", before getting abruptly cut off.
There's then static, we get this image;
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And then we see announcer guy again
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They say their the project manager at the facility, before saying "But, you don't recognize me? What if I just..." It then cuts to this all to familiar screen;
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We of course here training tape person saying their basic introduction, implying that announcer and training tape (who sound almost nothing alike) are on in the same. And then finally, we're left with this;
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And a long stretch of blackness.
So, first off, announcer is pretty obviously Litho. Project manager for watchful eye, implies he voices the training tapes, which I always assumed were voiced by Litho possessing Sara, and shows a image that is clearly implied to be Litho quickly after. Plus, something I noticed is that Sara has pink eyes for most of the plot, aka when she's being possessed, but looking at when she's not obviously possessed, like for example her in highschool;
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Her eyes are brown. So it appears that a sign of Litho's possession is pink eyes. And who else has pink eyes? Announcer guy.
Next, touching on Morris. My theory is that Morris is Rainbott, due to similar color palettes, and the fact that we never really learned what Winnie did to Rain. Now, the question is, what is Morris? It's never stated they're an animatronic, so what are they? Could it be similar to poppy playtime toys? Are they actually just an animatronic? Who knows.
Finally, the whole Amazing Automations thing. Why are they doing this? Why do they need a new animatronic?
I think I have an idea. I think they're planning to kill someone, and need a place to keep the soul. But who?
My top guess is Wiatt, due to how much trouble he's caused, and how odd it is that Litho let him stay around and keep his job. My next bet is Celio, but due to them just getting there, it's unlikely. Maybe Oliver as well?
And one last note that probably doesn't mean anything but it's interesting.
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The eyes look vaguely similar.
This has been my wtdw Ted Talk. I hope you enjoyed.
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artzychic27 · 9 months
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Marc: Kiran, do you know how this car got in here?
Kiran: Yes, I do.
Marc: How?
Kiran: Through the window.
Sabrina: Your sister is such a tattle-tale.
Zoé: I am not and I'm telling you said that.
Simon: Gee, your hair smells like melon. What are you using?
Denise: Oh, it's this new product called 'Gee, Your Hair Smells like Melon.'
Nino: Adrien, it's finally happened! He's cleaning liquid soap!
Ivan: Don’t be silly. I’m just cleaning my rubber gloves.
Nino: Ivan, there's no shame in therapy.
Mme. Bustier: Okay guys. Lets pick a name for our new classroom puppy. Chloé do you have a name for the puppy?
Chloé: Yes I do. Chloé.
Alya: That's your name.
Chloé: I like my name.
Kim: I have the perfect name. Mr. Dog!
Alix: Mr. Dog? Kim, when you have a kid someday what are you going to name it? Mr. Baby?
Kim: Not if its a girl.
Myléne: I think we should name him something that fits his personality. Like... Puddles.
Nino: I have the perfect name! Comet. Because he's fast and he has a tail.
Nathaniel: And he only hits the newspaper once every 76 years.
Ismael: I never had them and I never will. I'm immune to chicken pox.
Cosette: You can't be immune to chicken pox!
Ismael: Ever kid in my school had them but me. I guess when you're an awesome physical specimen like my own bad self, germs take one look at my body and say, 'Hey, why waste our time?'
Reshma: Women say the same thing.
Chat Noir: M’lady, I have a question. What's a boy ladybug called?
Ladybug: *thinks for a moment* Confused.
Denise: Papá, with all respect, you can't send me to my room now. I'm a married enby.
Flavio: No you're not.
Simon: Dad-
Flavio: Please don't call me that!
Simon: What is it you do?
Flavio: I co-own a cafe.
Simon: I will study hard...and when you die, I will take over the family business.
Flavio: … I will never die.
*Adrien and Félix walk in dressed exactly alike*
Nino: Whoa! Freaky! Try to tell 'em apart!
Félix: You'll never guess, losers.
Marinette: Ohhh this is a toughie, but I bet that the real Félix is the one that just called us losers. And you are Adrien.
Adrien: Aw nuts.
Félix: Aw hoo..
Nino: Bless you
Marc: *Putting Kiran to bed* Don't shake your head. Your story is read. Now, you must go to bed. To bed, I said.
Alyssa: Honey, you really gotta cut back on the Dr. Suess.
Denise: I'm older.
Cerise: I'm younger.
Denise: I’m taller.
Cerise: I'm shorter.
Denise: I'm smarter.
Cerise: I'm... not falling for that.
Lacey: Dude, lots of babies are bald.
Jean: Not me. When I was born, the doctor smacked my butt and gave me a blow dryer.
Mme. Mendeleiv: Kissing a girl who smokes is like kissing an ash tray.
Mme. Bustier: What ash tray have you been kissing?
Mme. Mendeleiv: My Aunt Ida. I mean I love her, but she smokes so much, her Dalmatian is all black.
Louis: *after looking in refrigerator* This fridge is a joke! No Ding-Dongs, no Ho-Ho's, no Nutty Buddy's... it's bone-dry!
Nathaniel: I have raisins.
Louis: I'm allergic to raisins. My lips blow up and I can't talk when I eat raisins!
Nathaniel: ...raisins it is then!
Ivan: *After Kim walks in wearing drag* Kim’s a girl.
Max: No, he's a women.
Alix: An ugly women.
Austin T: Jean here is a Shakespeare freak. Aren't you, my little Hamlet-and-cheese?
Jean: *embarrassed* Whatever.
Austin B: Jean, you're into Shakespeare?
Austin T: Shall I compare thee to a Summer's day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate. Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, and Summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Austin Q: … Wow, Jean, I had no idea you had such a sensative soul.
Jean: … Whatever.
Lacey: You two think you're so cute.
Evan: Don't worry.
Jeremy: Be happy!
Lacey: Oh no! You two ARE so cute!
Ivan: When I was a kid, the kids used to tease me. They called me 'Zorba the Geek.'
Kim: *laughs hysterically, then grows serious when he sees the killer look on Ivan’s face* Kids can be so cruel.
Marinette Chloé said she heard a strange noise outside, but if you ask me, it's a desperate plea for attention.
Sabine: Marinette, stop watching Oprah and start doing your homework.
Cosette: Are you gonna cook the baby?
Yvette: We're changing her diaper.
Cosette: Oh, then how do you roast a turkey?
Denise: … I want to look like these models.
Simon: Why?
Denise: Because they're pretty!
Simon: I think you're pretty.
M. Monlataing: I'm calling children's services to handle this.
Alix: Why?
M. Monlataing: Because if I don't, I'm going over there to straighten him out myself!
Adrien: That's it. Loosen up, be very fluid. Be very fluid-y. That's it! Now... once you get it going, you shift the weight and you go. *starts walking* And it's a strut, and it's cool, and it's a strut, and it's cool. See? Like that?
Steve Urkel: Very inspiring. *tries to walk, but instead of a strut, he walks sidways on his toes bouncing highly*
Adrien: Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. That's, uh, that's close.
Steve Urkel: Really? Well, oh. Well, that was a walk on the wild side. But, you should ty it with your elbows out. It's much better for circulation.
Adrien: Oh, really? Like this? *sticks elbows out*
Steve Urkel: Yeah. *Adrien starts to walk*!You're doing fine.
Adrien: You, know? I do feel the blood flowing better. It's very - WHAT AM I DOING?
Steve Urkel: Well, here's another fun way to kill time. Let's share a life story. I'll go first. I was born on a cold night in Chicago, 1976, the year of America's bicenntinal. My mom was in a great deal of pain and I was charging through! And...
Adrien: Uh! I think I hear the girls in the courtyard. Why, don't you just go and... yeah. Right in the courtyard area.
Nathaniel: Hey! You girls are the ones who drilled a peep hole in the boys’ locker room!
Rando Girl: Yeah, and you're the reason we plugged it up, backne!
Nathaniel: The peep hole works both ways, Zit Butt!
Alya: *to Tom and Sabine* My mother would never let me go to a boy's apartment unsupervised, what kind of parents are you?
Alim: *Knocks on the door* Alix, are you in there?
Alix: Yeah one sec, dad! *clears off pillows off of her bed, and pushes Nathaniel under the covers*
Nathaniel: *Drunk* Wassup, Alix?
Alix: Nath, we're going to play a little game okay? Whoever stays quietest the longest gets to lipwrestle with the captain of the soccer team!
Nathaniel: Goal!
Simon: Did you happen to get a picture of the front of the horse too?
Austin A: This happens to be one of my relatives. If you wanna see yours, you could go rent "Gorillas in the Mist."
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angeltreasure · 10 months
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hello pope anon again! lol. i was talking about the current pope francisco. he seems to anger some but i actually haven’t found anything i personally disagree or dislike
Hi Pope anon!! 😊 Welcome back!
I find he has upset some people because of placing limits on the Traditional Latin Mass (TLM). It has upset many people, because for some people this is what they grew up with and for some other people they can’t understand why it is being limited because it has such beauty that isn’t found in the New Mass.
He fears having more Traditional Latin Mass will bring about more divide in the Church. We already have evidence of a part of the Church that broke away, The Society of Saint Pius X (SSPX). Then of course, Latin, although being the old universal language, is not spoken anymore, so not everyone grew up knowing it at Mass and less know it by heart without studying it or knowing what the words mean. In a book I just read, it said many people stopped full participation in the Mass because they couldn’t understand Latin, so Mass became more of something of a show they would walk in and sit down to watch the priest do. This is a direct cause as to why so many do not believe in the true presence of Jesus Christ being truly present body, blood, soul, and divinity in the Eucharist years ago and even more so today! 75% of Catholics do not believe He is truly in the consecrated bread and wine.
I am sure others are angered as well with the usual Church scandals not being addressed properly in places around the world and I find it very troubling with what is happening in Germany (please pray for the Catholic Church in Germany!). It seems Germany may even break away someday.
Being Pope is very different, as you are not just a priest entrusted with the souls of one parish but you have the whole world, and the world at the same time looks to you to teach them what could be best for the Church. No pope is perfect, since he is human like the rest of the saints. Even though people are quick to point out the bad and the flaws, we can help them to see the goodness he has. I have seen so many videos online of children and adults alike coming up to him and he is so gentle and prays for them. He has visited other parts of the Catholic Church and world leaders to help establish connection and peace.
We must pray together for the intentions of our Pope Francis!! He needs us as much as we need him, whether we know it now or when God reveals it to us after we pass from this life. He is not perfect but he is our current Pope. 🤍🕊️
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eddieandbird · 2 years
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Smitten
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Based On: Smitten by Leanna Firestone
Summary: You’re slowly realizing that you’re falling in love with your friend, Eddie
Warnings/Tags: fluff|short blurb|smoking mention
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You snored and it was the most Beautiful sound that I'd ever heard, and I'm sure If we ever got old and married it would get on my nerves but Right now, for the first time I think it's so cute you can't breathe right So sweet dreams, sweetheart, sleep tight
I whispered it so you wouldn’t wake up. I never thought words could be so terrifying, but they were. “I love you”. I find it kind of weird that this is the moment I finally felt it, but a part of me also found it romantic. You laid beside me in a deep sleep. I gently pushed your hair out of your face to get a better look at you. Once I did, you scared the hell out of me with the loudest, heartiest snore I’ve ever heard. I put my hand over my mouth to muffle my laughs. Do you really snore like this every night? I guess this is something I’ll have to get used to if you’re going to sleep over often. I found it sweet that you feel comfortable enough to sleep like this around me. Usually you’re so jumpy and theatrical, but right now, you look peaceful and sweet. I kissed your forehead before finally turning off the TV.
I think I must be doing something right To deserve you in my life So I thank God and my lucky stars alike 'Cos I don't know what I did or How I did it but I did something right
I’m not sure why we crossed paths or why you even enjoy my company, but I love being around you, Eddie. You were probably unsure about me at first, considering you think the entire town hates you, but it didn’t stop me from taking a seat next to you on the first day of US history. Every attempt you made to close yourself off to me failed. I made it a mission to be there for you whenever I could and eventually you took your walls down. I am beyond grateful we both had the patience to let our friendship blossom. I came to your D&D campaigns and you came to my band concerts. All of our other friends were so mad at first to see us so attached to the hip, but I know now that they’re so happy for us.
You smiled and it was the most beautiful thing that I'd ever seen, and And you apologized Then you covered your mouth 'cuz You're insecure about your crooked teeth, but Can I just say this, I'm kinda glad that you never got braces 'Cuz I like your smile just the way it is
It kills me that you never really found yourself as beautiful. Eddie you are as gorgeous as your soul is. Besides your perfectly messy curls and those giant brown orbs, my favorite part of you is your smile. You’re always so embarrassed by it because you grew up too poor to get braces and you smoke like a chimney, but your imperfect smile sends arrows straight to my heart. I look forward to seeing you everyday because I know you smile wide just for me. Your friends tell me I must be a witch because you’ve never smiled this much in your life. I gather up all the dirty jokes and stupid puns I can just so I can use them to cheer you up.
I'm helplessly and hopelessly smitten And usually I'd be too scared to admit it, but You make me the best kind of nervous Pretty sure you do that shit on purpose
Helplessly and hopelessly smitten is the perfect description of how I feel. Putting our friendship on the line like this is terrifying, but my anxiety will never overpower the way I fall more and more in love with you everyday. I’m gathering all my courage to tell you how I feel, but something tells me you’re catching on already. You stand a little too close, and our hands brush constantly. You never look at me the way you look at our friends. You hold me tight when we hug and you kiss my hand every chance you get. Are you trying to say you love me too, Eddie? When everyone else at the lunch table stands up and walks away, I pull your hand to stay with me.
“Let me guess, we’re in love?” Eddie asked with a goofy grin.
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aajjks · 9 months
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tc koo a monster huh? you know my favorite disney princess was bell. her and i are well alike.. we both thought of our men as beast and nothing more but monsters. after everything we was put through we still fell in love with the only men on this planet that would slaughter every souls in the world to keep us safe. now i don’t know much about bell and the beast afterwards but you.. are the perfect beast for me because now i have the life i always dreamed of as a little girl. i was always a bit twisted and liked darker thinking than the other girls around me, probably why i never had many friends. but with you? love me no matter what.. and for that.. i’ll always be by your side. hm.. how about you get me pregnant in front of him? let’s make love right in front of that slimy fucker! please? oh god please.. want him to watch as i cum all over you, show him what he’d never have. that’s why we were so perfect together baby because i’d kill you if you ever even thought about leaving me. no matter what whores we have around here, your eyes have never so much has even looked in their direction.. even though some have tried a little to hard but that’s okay.. as your queen i’ll forever love you for your loyalty but as the queen.. that’s when i have to step in, don’t i.. it really is a shame some haven’t learned their lesson by now.. you’d think after what they’ve seen what i- eh.. anyways i’ll let you know my secrets once i know how you’ll react to everything my love. there’s still some things i can’t tell you just yet. you think you’re gonna cum? baby i’ve barley touched you.. i’ll make it quick and then after you eat your food, maybe my pussy will be your dessert? you like that don’t you baby, i can feel you getting even harder..i’ll give you all the attention you need my baby.. you’ll come chase me again won’t you? hm.. i’m getting wet just think about making you run around trying to look for me.. hm.. now i’ll have to decide on if i should be back in 5 or make you hunt me down.. guess we’ll find out won’t we..
ngl idk if i should leave it here or keep going where she’s talking to the “janitor” or whatnot but she’s finally fucking left the room😂 👏🏾
“Yn, baby I’ll make every single fantasy of yours come true, tell me every single one of yours, you don’t need friends when you have me, it’s okay to like things that other people deem too taboo or dark…. I always loved killing my enemies you know, of course I won’t even let him see you like that yn, he will probably fantasise about you and him being in my place. But you will let me get you pregnant won’t you? Oh yn, you can but I’ll never betray you, I even killed Sana for you. Don’t worry about those whores… you’re the only I want. Baby you can tell me anything- why are you making it seem like you have a big dark secret? Baby you haven’t done anything…. Bad right? Y-Yes, and just the way you’re talking to me it’s making me feel so many things- yes, your delicious taste is still fresh on my tongue yet I can never get enough. Oh yn you’re such a fucking tease, I’ll hunt you down I swear and then no one will be able to save you from me.”
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qqueenofhades · 1 year
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Question: what’s the sweetest, kindest nonnie ask you’ve ever received?
Look, I have been on this hellsite for 10 years now (shh we don't talk about it), and it is truly impossible to quantify the kindness I have received from y'all, anon and not-anon alike. I have had people ask me for advice and come back to let me know how they are doing, or chat with me over several years and major life changes, or tell me that I inspired them to do such-and-such or I have taught them so much. I have had endless great comments on all my (many, MANY) fics, and many of you have likewise faithfully stuck by me through a decade's worth of various hyperfixations. I still regularly have people tell me they have been following me since the OUAT days of yore and happily get into whatever show or ship I'm obsessing over next, because they trust my taste and like to read my stuff. Which is obviously very flattering!
Likewise, you have all helped me out beyond the reaches of our dear old hellsite. I have met many of you in real life and traveled to see you in cool places. When I put up my PayPal link last month when I was at pretty much rock bottom financially and starting to panic a little, you all responded by throwing money at me. You have also all eagerly helped out during the hardest and brokest grad-student PhD days. There was more than once that I could only afford to pay my rent because a kind soul from Tumblr randomly decided to kick in a lot of it, and I will never forget that. You have patiently listened to me complain about academic job-market woes, terrible politics, and other crappy real-life stuff, offered commiserations, and been eager to congratulate and encourage me whenever I start feeling too depressed and down. You treat me as a beloved cranky grandma/aunt/resident historian/tired queer old person who you generally like to have around and look up to, and I dig it.
Anyway, you have made me sappy, but: there is a reason why Tumblr, despite all its other nonsense and dysfunction and attempts to get rid of me by deleting my blog THREE TIMES, is still the one and only social media site where I maintain an active presence and post regularly. I love you all very much, and I wish for nothing but blessings upon you and your cows.
❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️
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rise-my-angel · 1 year
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hii mimi!! how are you?? how is everything? also!! what did you think of the most recent ep of tlou?? i love hearing your thoughts about shows!! ☺️☺️
I actually really love the small pockets of a somewhat normal life. First two episodes had what we know as a normal life but drenched in a looming dread of whats to be lossed. But then we get two main peeks of what is now. Under cut cus i talk so goddamn much:
Bill and Frank found harmony in their isolation and shows that the world is healing on its own already. Their lives and end had nothing to do with the world around them.
And I actually really liked Ellie at FEDRA. We barely know them, and have only seen one officer who even despite what he did l, wasn't just a bad guy. And I like Ellie's conversation with at the school. That these people are just like the fireflies. They believe they have the answer as to how to keep things together and their sacrifices are necessary. His talk with Ellie wasn't full of propaganda or manipulation. Just a man who thinks he's doing right by the world and wants to guide others. They do bad things, but so do the rebel groups and neither of them are totally in the right or wrong.
I do love how they didn't feel tempted to go for horror or shock snd show Riley's inevitable. Just like not showing Bill and Frank even just together. We know the ending for her because Ellie's in Marlenes hold not Riley. Its more tragic that we see her whole and never again.
I also, like episode 3 love how it shows that life still can be normal. That behind the walls or in them, people still find love and live a life that feels like before. The fact that so much of them was just pure goofiness in the mall was perfect. We saw normal can exist in Bill and Frank, that you can find it in Tommy and Maria, and now we see that Ellie already knows its possible. She grew up to be mostly normal and has experienced what love can feel like and now shes seen it out there, twice.
We never saw that with Joel after he left to go bail Tommy out of jail. Normal didn't exist for him but Ellie has seen and experienced it, she knows its possible and despite everything the person she wants to show that to the most is Joel. Its why she asks what theyre going to do with their lives after they reach the fireflies and not whats going to happen there. She knows what love feels like and now she wants Joel to remember how that feels.
Also, I love our two awkward as fuck little idiot lesbians. Two complete morons who perfectly capture "how romantic does this shit need to get before you dingbags are on the same level". On the carousel would have been picture perfect but they just don't know and they move on. I also love how Ellie also merciless bullies Riley, like she does Joel. Her love language is making fun of you and its the funniest thing.
Interesting I saw people say Ellies post bite reaction made them think Joels looked like that. But I don't think so. Ellie wasn't losing just Riley she was losing herself too. She KNEW (👀) she was at her end. Ellie reacted with upset and anger that finally spilt into tears when she accepted their fates. Joel's anger festered and grew. Spurred on by the people they surrounded eachother with who insisted they were indeed not good people.
I think Joel was numb for a while. So devastated his own soul had nothing left to give until other people ensured he could fill it with anger. Ellie's anger was instant and not really anger but helplessness. Its why her meeting Joel so soon after this is important.
She didn't have a chance to feel numb. She met Joel before that could kick in, and she recognizes someone who could be her. They're alike and I think Ellie picked up on it fast, and by reaching out to someone she felt could be her if she let herself forget the good she has seen and felt.
Its important they met so soon after, because while part died with Riley, her soul reached out to Joel before it could die too. They're the only people who could make that emptiness feel whole again for one another.
Also. Ellie is actually me excitedly asking if she was getting tacos.
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spoocyshrub · 1 year
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*Umbriel had snuck out of Allervale successfully. None of the mortals had caught him leaving and he was far enough away from the village that he was hoping to not be disturbed. The light spirit had so much on his mind, so many questions and his pursuit of answers had come up empty. He did not wish to press Mother Odd and Afareet about these subjects. He knew that they were dealing with so much already.
*He had arranged a meeting with someone that might hold the answers he seeks. He waited patiently for any sign of his contact. He would soon be greeted to the shimmering form of Astara’s spirit.*
“I am awfully sorry to trouble you, lady Starweaver. I have so many questions to ask… I was hoping you’d have the answers I seek.”
“Then by all means, Umbriel. Ask your questions. You seem troubled, and this is unlike you to be visibly so.”
*Umbriel began to pace back and forth as he began asking his questions to the deceased goddess.*
“Astara. I am fully aware that my family has much to heal from. They may be on the road to repairing but I have been told such worrying things. I have seen such horrors. Weaver of Stars… is it true that Seraphim really is the key to their healing? I know Mother Odd and Afareet wanted a second child, that they never dreamed of holding such a burden on the boy’s shoulders…but is that burden warranted? Or are we simply worrying about more false fantasies?”
*Astara cupped a hand over her heart and lowered her head a little, but her expression remained unchanged. She was always known to be the most stoic of the family. She was always heralded as being the most honest person within Mother Odd’s circle. Even if that honesty was hard to bear.*
“Seraphim and Abe are more alike than many can imagine. Abe is, in a way, the mortal reincarnation of Seraphim. It is why his connection with him is so strong. They have a lot in common, not just in interests. Their family dynamic is also similar. Two parental figures who faced many hardships. Love turned to hatred. The mother hated the father, for reasons that were not the fault of the father. While the Lures have reconciled, they still hold the fear of things going back to the way they were. Abe was the one that helped the Lure parents to reconcile. Seraphim is the same.
There is simply much more at stake with our family, and this is why the brood father is attacking not just our family, but Abe’s as well.”
*Umbriel let out a sigh. He held his head and began to shake it back and forth. He looked deeply frustrated.*
“I thought Mother Odd was Brood Father’s primary target… Astara, I am beyond confused right now. What is the Brood Father’s goal? Why did he strike down Seraphim so long ago and why is he so focused on Abe and his family now?”
“The Brood Father is seeking to break the ones that have the power to undo his life’s work. He used Lebone to strike down Seraphim. If he could not destroy his rebirthing soul, he wanted to paint his family as such cruel beings and monsters. In the event Seraphim was successfully reborn, the brood father was paving the path for Seraphim to despise his family.
Now that he sees that Seraphim is too pure a soul to hate his family, he seeks to break them down mentally. It has been working. Afareet and Mother Odd are too afraid to speak their personal concerns of one another to Seraphim because they fear he will resort to hurting himself, or making him unwell from the stress. They also know if something were to happen to Seraphim that resulted with his life being lost again… there would be no hope for Lebone. He is already faced such a deep mental decline because of what his parents had done to him. Even if Seraphim was granted his rebirth once more…Lebone would be too far gone to be saved.”
“How do you know that he would be too far gone to be saved?”
“Afareet was not the only one with the vast knowledge of the passages of time, including fates that could be, but might not happen. This knowledge was difficult for him to bear, so he appointed the three oracles to help keep the balance of time with him. Which is why they are strict on those three.
If anything happens to Seraphim again, the family will never recover. It is why they try so hard to accommodate his needs. Afareet and Mother Odd have been dealing with their issues in private well enough, but Seraphim is not the only one who’s mental decline grows by the day.”
“What about Abe?”
“The Brood Father considers Abe the biggest threat out of all of us. Even the gods themselves do not compare.”
“Why though? Abe is just a simple mudokon…”
“A simple mudokon that managed to undo centuries of work. The Magog Cartel would still have Lady Margaret as queen if Abe did not raid Nolybab to rescue his mother. Now there is a possibility for peace on Oddworld should Abe continue his work. Seraphim would not be reborn had Abe not gone on his quest to save his father. Without Abe, the Brood Father would still be a hidden threat on Oddworld. Lebone and Gabriel would still be puppets that would tear the Oddworld apart.
He is attacking Abe’s family because he knows he cannot touch Abe directly. He knows he lost his chance as soon as my signet was placed onto his finger. As long as Abe wears my signet, He cannot be touched by the brood father without harm. It is why he has to send soldiers in his place.
He sent Jud with the order to not harm or kill Abe and his family because he wanted that honor himself. Now that he’s learned the fate of Jud, he will be sending Toni in his place. Toni will not have those same restrictions. He WILL hurt the mudokons if it means a chance to make them fall in line.”
*Umbriel began to rub his palms together as he takes in the information that was given to him. He then looks to Astara with a hurt gleam in his eyes.*
“I understand. Thank you, Lady Starweaver, for taking time out to answer my questions. I have…much to think about now.”
*Astara bowed to Umbriel before her form shimmered away. Umbriel began the walk back to Allervale, and the mudokons were greeted to a sight that seemed out of character for the Light Spirit. He seemed distressed, exhausted, and full of anxiety. He simply made his way to the hut he called his own and sat at his desk. He pulled out a quill pen and began to write in a book of many blank pages.*
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ziaruth27 · 2 years
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An Introvert and Her Dogs
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Did you know that many introverts are hardcore animal lovers? (Including me!). Why? Because animals fulfill a very specific role for us introverts that people just can’t.
All my life, I grew up in a family surrounded by indoor and outdoor animals, that I loved being around with them rather than playing with other kids. Honestly, I was such an extroverted kid back then; outgoing, talkative, and confident but everything started to change after entering school. I've been bullied since the day I entered school and it cause a lot of trauma ( mentally, emotionally, and physically). It ruined my self-esteem, I became less talkative and afraid of socializing with other people. It got to the point that I developed anxiety, paranoia, and panic attacks. Until now, I still struggle to control them but with the help of my family, therapist, and my dogs they were the ones who always comfort me every time I experience them.
How Having a Dog Had Helped Me as an Introvert?
My dogs named Bella, Cupcake, and Luna provides companionship and unconditional love that I needed as a person who had a hard time interacting with people.
Since Shih Tzus are known for being  affectionate, happy, outgoing house dogs who loves nothing more than to follow their people from room to room. Here are some interesting facts in each of my dogs:
Bella the 8 year old half-Shih Tzu and half-Pomeranian
• Doesn't like her grandaughter (Luna)
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• Has huge temper towards her daughter (Cupcake) and her grandaughter (Luna)
• Loves to communicate with us by barking
• Very smart and knows tricks
• Has a lot of look-alikes such as a polar bear, pig, cat, etc.
• Always alert even when sleeping and easily startled
• Dislikes children
• Barks at everything
• Gets jealous and loves attention
• Foodie
• Loves walks
Cupcake the 7 year old Shih Tzu and ¼ pomeranian
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• Timid but gets easily excited when it comes to feeding time
• Knows how to sit and play hide and seek
• Very friendly even to strangers
• Rarely barks
• Easily get scared of storms
• Loves her puppies so much
• Loves to dive into trash
• Chews on socks
• She favors me more
Luna the 1 year old princess type Shih tzu ⅛ pomeranian
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• Very noisy and aggressive even when tiny
• Very playful
• Gets irritated when teased
• Uses her paws as a shield every time you give her medicine or just by touching her mouth
• Hates bath times
• Doesn't like to brush her fur or brush her teeth
• Looks like a cat, ewok, skunk, etc.
• Has a high pitch tone of barking
• Loves chicken
• Loves to sleep between any kind of shoes
• Loves her toy duck so much
• Loves to play with socks
• Loves to sleep on rugs
• Pees everywhere
Having a dog in the house has been good not just for me but also the whole family in a lot of ways, and I believe that among those ways, it has helped me as an introvert. (After all, we introverts have a deep connection with animals!) Since I’m always trying to learn and grow as an introvert, I’ve looked for ways in which owning a dog can help me. Here are some of them.
1. They give me something to talk about when I don’t know what to say.
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Whenever I see people who are interested with animals it’s a great “in” to start conversations, luckily some of them even became a friend of mine which in turn gives me more confidence in my ability to successfully interact with others.
2. They don't judge you.
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This is one of the reason I prefer animals over people, just like my dogs I noticed that they don't judge us just by looking on our physical appearance but rather appreciating us for who we were.
3. A source of comfort.
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On these days, my tired introvert soul need something to nourish me and cheer me up and my dogs fulfills this need. Everytime I would have a bad day, it helps me to know that I can come home with a cheerful dogs rushing to greet me and snuggling with their furry face that will always love me no matter what and would always listen to my crying moments and try to make me laugh for me to cheer up.
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secret-time-is-here · 2 years
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We Know - AEJ
Chapter 2 - Dream
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After chapter 57.5 before 64
With Nightmare no longer a worry, the stress lessened. They were emboldened by knowing that Core had everything still under control. That whatever happens will happen for a reason. That they are free to do what they see fit and Core trusts them to do so.
As time continued moving, the balance moved with it. Evening out bit by bit. He walked across dreams and night-terrors alike, tending to the sleeping world. They worked flawlessly after centuries of getting used to their mixed powers, with ease that Life could be jealous of.
Through dead and destroyed worlds, they created and expanded the worlds that needed it. The voices still hated them but knew that they were not worth it. The true creators came through the cluster of noise in the antivoid, and Chronic followed their dreams, creating what they wanted. He destroyed the glitching ones that Error missed.
They kept an eye out for him. Watching out for anything that could fault his presence.
When the balance was doing well, he went around the multiverse putting everything into place. Making sure Hearts stayed up to date on plans, adjusting events to make sure the right people bumped into each other, and hiding items when needed. They had gotten scarily good at diversion these last few years. Subtle tapping on the window, rustling papers, and creaking the right floorboards.
Tonight, he danced across the dreamscape. Easing Error’s night-terrors and wandering in search of something to do.
Their souls pulsed, and they knew another one of them was nearby.
“...Nightmare?” Chronic slowly turned, and Dream’s eyes stayed a soft hue. Not solid as they were with anyone that wasn’t Nightmare.
Dream’s hand raised to clutch over his ribs, and Chronic watched them with gleaming green eyes, towering over the other. Dream continued to eye him, calculating. Eyes darted and drifted across their form, taking in their freckles and smoking tears, the aqua stained on their cheeks, and the cheeky fanged smile plastered on their expression.
Eyes landed on their pendant, shadows licking at the outer edges of the gold coin, the vines and flowers flashing white with the light of the dreamscape. Blinding colors that should’ve made anyone think twice about looking, but it was clear Dream wasn’t quite looking at the amulet. He was looking past it. 
Those soft eyes that he missed seeing so drifted back up, locking together with theirs, “...Who are you?”
“Now that is a question, isn’t it?” Their voice dripped, and Dream’s mouth subtly clenched before releasing, “Ah… you do still remember, somewhere in your soul where you’ve stomped down your wants… you can feel the yearning.”
“I… I-uh.” Dream spoke dumbly, eyes still locked but body frantic, looking away when his eyes couldn’t.
“Hush, we know. You do not need to tell us. You can not hide your wants from me.” As their voice changed, easing to a soft lullaby, Dream's eyes sharpened with recognition. “You need not hide your wants from them either, reach for them, and you will see them hold your hand in kind… I know it’s hard. But you need to trust them.” His eyes must have flashed that green color that Nightmare had mentioned because the next moment he could taste the ease and familiarity from the other.
“...why do I… yearn? For you?” Dream relaxed once more, arms clenched in front of him, one turned towards Dream’s own soul and the other facing Chronic as if wanting to reach out.
“Ah, that is much harder to answer… but if you can recognize our voices…” He could see the faint glow flashback at him as he looked down at Dream, the reflection of his eyes winking at him in the band of Dream’s crown, “Can you recognize mine, sun? Or would you know little ole’ me? Or would ya remember me?”
The realization must’ve dawned, as Dream’s eyes sparked with life.
“But–how-?”
“It’s simple, love. We are not from you, you are from us.” the flash of magenta lighting up the space, “I don’t know how much more clear we could be with ya.” The fanged smile returned, “We gotta give you some challenge after all! Hardly anything to do around here… do you not agree?”
Dream nodded, seeming to understand.
Chronic was ready to turn and walk away, continue on with their wandering until they were stopped. In a simple blink, Dream wrapped himself around their waist, clutching tight in a one-sided hug.
The relief was strong in the air, a bold taste that they were never sure if they liked or not. However, it was refreshing to taste after so long. Everyone around them hung with an air of anxiety if not naive to the circumstance. They had even caught themself with the same thinking at times.
Chronic crouched down with Dream, moving arms to wrap around their neck as they hugged Dream back, wiping away the younger’s tears.
“I hope you know, they yearn for you just as much… your souls call for each other. They do not like being apart. Death’s pet name “Soulmate” is much more literal than you had first believed.”
Dream leaned further into them, and Chronic sighed, sitting down with them, holding close.
Slow going, Chronic held them close, subtly rocking. “Oh soul… ” Dream seemed to ease at the pet name, “They miss you more than you could ever know… Nightmare misses you every day… has missed you for centuries. Even with Error and the gang by his side, he can’t help but stay up on stormy nights. Anticipating you by his side…”
The tears seemed to work faster, but the stark feeling of nostalgia and love filled the other's aura. A sweet negativity that he couldn’t help but relish. The only negativity he could ever enjoy.
When the hiccuping sobs passed and the quiet snores filled the dreamscape, they continued to hold him. They rocked slowly evermore. It had been so long since they could hold him. Centuries since they were able to have one of theirs so close, it hurt to know he would never be allowed to have them back. Their souls yearned but would never accept again.
The determination of the first time wasn’t there. The need and desire of the circumstance.
Dream and the others may never understand it, but in due time, they know Error will.
When he could feel Dream’s peaceful snores die down to a blissful sleep he carefully sat the two of them up and carried Dream home.
The hut was worn as always, moss and vines growing up the side of the bricks and planks. The garden was wild and chaotic but growing beautifully. Berries, fruits, vegetables, and flowers all planted delicately and encouraged to grow as big as possible. Their mind flashed to a fairytale the Chara’s talked about at times as they walked past the large pumpkins.
Crouching, he entered the abode. The floor whined at the sudden weight and the near ladder-like staircase to the loft creaked with despair. Worn out and old. Dream continued to sleep.
They pulled back the threadbare blankets piled up around Dream’s nest-like bed, the chaos of pillows and comforting items–the intent from everything in the room roared with sentiment–tucked away just right to make room for Dream.
The small guardian groaned and rolled as he was set down, the wood-made frame creaking annoyingly with the rest of the house as the wind picked up.
They sighed softly, and as Dream’s face scrunched up again, they leaned in closer. Carefully taking off his crown and set it beside him. The clouds rumbled, and they sighed once more.
Quietly, they whispered the incantation they knew well, sealing it with a kiss on Dream’s forehead. The dim glow of purple magic flashed before sealing itself away. Instantly, Dream relaxed, and the house shuddered with the coming storm.
They eased down the steps and slipped away into the night.
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roseandpatchouli · 2 years
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Elisa Lam
You were just like me, so hauntingly like me. for starters, i’m bipolar too, have been for decades. it doesn’t get easier but you manage. you’d know right? what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. you of all people would know that. i have severe manic and relapse stages too. right now i’m in a relapse and looking at your tumblr, probably not the best combination, but you’ve inspired me to go back into it. i was also a prolific poster on it during it’s heydays too and on social media now, it garners too much attention to my liking. i also had a very big insensitive mouth, i got in trouble a lot for what i’d say and it’d go viral. i was exactly like you, i never shut up. but social media is not the same as it used to be back in 2019. people aren’t the same as they used to be too. we would both be in deep shit with our vocal opinions. there are too many terms and conditions, post too frequently, people you’d assume you have no life or are either a social climber or a clout chaser, when you’d wear your heart on your sleeve. you wouldn’t have liked it. selfish to say, at least you dodged the pandemic. we were the same age when you passed. but that’s why i like this platform now, it’s technically a fossil for old people, but on tumblr, you don’t have to worry about being a quality content creator, you can still have something on your blog from reblogging someone else, and no one would call it stealing cause that’s the point. on tumblr, you’re a curator and your blog is the museum, unlike tiktok, you get to be who you really are and no one would pry there’s a zero chance someone will read or find it, because well, it’s a dead app. hardly anyone i know uses tumblr anymore. none that i know of at least and it feels safer for me to do so. it’s crazy you know, how the terms and conditions of being on social media has changed in the blink of an eye, it’s hard to keep up. post too frequently, people call you a social climber, wear your heart on your sleeve, you’re a clout chaser. you wouldn’t like tiktok, you’re too class for that. idek what even compelled me to join it in the first place. third, we’re both artistic but i’m more of a painter than photographer, i write sometimes too but it’s my biggest insecurity that i’m not good at it. sometimes i really try and just let loose, but i’ll probably never be a journalist. third, i’m also an avid reader, a tolkein fan, harry potter fan. i love the classics and fic lit. i’m sure you’ve read a lot of penguin classics too. we would have spent hours in the bookstore talking about books and exchanging or even borrowing books. and here’s the clincher, i’m also asian. part colonizer / part colonized actually — filipino. my family owns a bakeshop in our hometown as well which is quite obscure but known to boomers. two different nationalities of origin but our countries were allies in history once we are so, so, so much alike, that i never wished so badly to be friends with someone i never met. that i should’ve known you in the time of LA and kept you company, I’ve been there 5 times to you know? I’ve never been m never been so engrossed in a late person’s and their account before and being the spiritual karmatic believer that i am; it scares me. — i’m scared my life literally parallels with yours, it’s not too far fetched. just a different time and a different space, because, why is it in the year 2022 am i suddenly thinking of you again? are you trying to reach out to me? are you trying to get my attention, are you trying to warn me? do you want help? is your soul still not at peace? should i consult my tarot cards? is it because i’m going to the states and going to be alone from now on? are you telling me to be careful out there? what are you trying to tell me? i may sound like i’m going crazy coincidentally? — it’s the first few days of ghost month.
Letter to the dead, 2022
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