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malumxsubest · 2 years

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send REFLECT for me to explain a traumatic event in my muses’s past and talk about their perception of events, which parts have stayed with them longest and how it affects them now. ( sender can request specific scenes/backstory ) | ACCEPTING!

she can remember so vividly without even trying... the deaths of her children. there was nothing that caused such trauma within her entirely long life than their deaths. she can almost smell the burnt wood; the remnant of flames and burning embers on the stake with her childrens’ corpses burnt to ash forms of their formerselves. it wasn’t suppose to happen... none of that was suppose to happen considering what she was! perhaps being on earth made her weak; being around humans made her less than.

amelia awoken with a start within her blood-filled sarcophagus which the top pried itself open right down the middle as if it knows its mistress yearned to get out of its confinement. her chest wound completely healed, saved for a permanent scar enmeshed with her current scar; but she paid it no mind as she rushed toward the lingering traces of her sons’ scent. she was near the heart of the small town, her heart pounding violently against its ribcage while a mantra echoed within her thoughts in desperation --- please let them be alright.

but it will never be alright... the part of her darkened soul left her the moment she recongnized the scene before her. the vampire hunters and townspeople were having a celebration, a triumphant moment of slaying vampires! they did not cease their merriment when they saw her. they cheered, laughed, danced, drunk while encircling themselves around the stake in which her childrens’ corpses stood. the scene brought her to knees in aguish --- they were burnt to NOTHING but ash. their ash forms preserved some of their features, especially their faces whereas their clothing were gone except for faint remnants. the humans cheered loudly once more when they witnessed another vampire crumble in moments of weakness.

yet they knew not what they’ve done....

amelia desperately blinked back her tears as she reached forth to caress her sons’s cheeks only to release a gutteral sob as it tore through her throat when she saw their forms immiedately crumble to a pile of ash --- her hand still hovered at the height where they were. her eyes widen where the pupils formed into mere dots in disbelief. now the the humans were at unease as they observed the creature of the night for they cannot comprehend to waht they’re seeing. they had never seen such a thing; a creature that was not human showing human emotions freely. soon, one by one, they’ve become mildly anxious yet others refused to believe what was happening.

her hands shook while tears have begun to spill freely as it carved its way down her cheeks as she wailed so brokenly into the open. she continued to scream and cry when she she dug her nails into scalp while she gripped the roots of hair; her heart felt as though it was DECAYING within her vessel. SHE CANNOT FEEL THEM! SHE CANNOT SENSE THEM! amelia choked back her cries but it was pathetic. it became watery and withered. her throat was raw and ruined with unwanted emotions wrecking through her like waves crashing against a mountain’s edge.

it felt it lasted for hours but it was merely few minutes until she had gone quiet. she had gone still as if she were a marble sculpture. it was unsettling. it made the townspeople worried for their safety; but it was too late. they cannot leave the town --- and the only way for them to leave was their deaths...

instead of her cries of heartbreak and agony, it was cries of unadulterated fury and wrath. and amelia became the vile creature she was. she attacked the first human was closest to her and crush this poor sod of a man’s skull while she embedded her taloned thumbs into his eyes...

the humans immediately scattered to flee from their consequences and to seek salvation; they didn’t want to die! but when they learned with a startle that they could not leave the premises by a hidden force, they resorted begging for mercy and God. some sought refuge in their church, thinking they were safe from her wrath since the woman was an unholy creature yet released the most delicious fear-filled yowls that blessed her ears when they witness that she did not, in fact, burn in a “holy” ground. amelia slammed the double doors to the Godless building, paying no mind to the madness outside as the remaining humans desperately tried to escape.

the void creature’s body, hands and feet were drenched with blood and gore including the bottom half of her face. the whites of her eyes were black like her essence where as the irises were the colour of hatred and the blood that caked to her frame and clothes while she stared down at the humans huddling together on the stage where a priest would hold his sermons. she stalked toward them steadily, stating that there was no God in the building. that it was husk; that God has abandoned them; and that there will be no light in the end --- only darkness and despair.

in the end, she spared no one; not even children. she wanted nothing but this stain of a town to disappear as if it never existed. AND she did not dare to stop there. she remembered all the names of the townspeople, especially the vampire hunters, and she hunted their families; their entire lineage gone like they were nothing. yet it had done nothing to quench the injustice against her children. she still failed in the end. a mother failed to protect her family.

just before she left the decimated town, amelia had scooped her sons’ ashes into two chipped vaces and carried them with care. she knew for certain that she will be able to resurrect them one way or another. all she had was time.

this is the inspiration for her cries. didn’t do it justice, but i tried lol.

@caracarnn

#ʸᵒᵘ ᵇᵉᵍ ᶤ ᵈᵉˡᶤᵛᵉʳ [answered asks & memes]#caracarnn #the shadows spill across the line; main au #long for ts #tw; death #tw; blood

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keirahknightley · 1 month

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Costume appreciation series: Barbie (2023) dir Greta Gerwig

Costume Design by Jacqueline Durran

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livebloggingmydescentintomadness · 9 months

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i hadn't gotten around to watching staged 3 before good omens 2, and now i can't get over how great michael and david are together

#they're so FUNNY #so are georgia and anna #i love how close they seem to be #david tennant #michael sheen #staged #good omens #mini mine #long post for ts

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eddiediaaz · 12 days

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Oliver Stark about Buck/Eddie on the Zach Sang Show (04.19.2024) [x]

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imironstark · 2 months

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I think it's you that's changed. How so? I think I know why we still meet here, century after century. It's not because you want to see whether or not I'm ready to seek death. I don't think I'll ever seek death. By now, you know that about me. So, I think you're here for something else. And what might that be? Friendship.

How's he faring up after all this time? Who? Hob Gadling? Hmm. I don't know. I was forced to miss our last appointment. Well, I'm sure he'd love to see you.

THE SANDMAN 1.06: “The Sound of Her Wings"

#the sandman #sandmanedit #thesandmanedit #dcedit #dream of the endless #tom sturridge #hob gadling #lord morpheus #morpheus #dream #hob #ts #my gifs #long post

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sersi · 6 months

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THE BUCCANEERS (2023) 1.03: The Perfect Duchess dir. Richard Senior

#tvedit #wlwedit #perioddramaedit #thebuccaneersedit #appletvedit #**elysiaedits #**elysia's gifs #1k+#honoria marable #mabel elmsworth #the buccaneers #tv #the buccaneers spoilers #long post for ts

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vanessa-rafesgirl · 8 days

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me since april 19th

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baby-girl-aaron-dessner · 6 days

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So Long, London & lyric parallels

part 1 | part 2

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in-burning-red · 12 days

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you’re losing me // so long london

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inthat-lavenderhaze · 7 months

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#taylor swift #google #from the vault #1989 taylor's version #long live #1989 tv #my post #vault tracks #1989 #swifties #ts

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brenninthetaylorverse · 12 days

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"i'm so depressed but I act like it's my birthday!" under the best pop beat i've ever heard

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galedekarios · 7 months

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seeing a post that basically confirmed the obvious disparity in content made me think more about a scene i would have liked to see with gale and that i've been thinking about for a while now.

i always felt a bit sad that his condition is so often treated as a joke by the fandom and to a lesser extent by the game itself. i always thought that this is partially down to the fact that we don't truly get so see gale actively be in pain due to his condition, other than brief glimpses and hints:

we do hear the urgency in his voice when he explains when and why he needs an artefact and the relief in his voice when the protag chooses to help him.

we see it, too, when he is afflicted by the arcane hunger condition:

we get glimpses of it when he consumes an artefact:

he mentions it, too, in his dialogues, but it's very much downplayed by gale or phrased in such a way that is meant to overplay it with humour, or perhaps even to distance himself from it by using metaphors:

that is until we actually get to see it through his eyes, if only for the briefest of moments:

*Its teeth, its claws, it's unstoppable as it digs through and becomes part of you. And gods, it is ever-hungry...*

gale also has an idle animation where he--quite often--reaches up to touch the orb, perhaps because it flares with pain, like an old wound is wont to do:

(gif by @bladeofavernus)

from the last conversation we have with gale, and after catching all of these little moments of things he says or does with how the orb affects him, we learn that consuming the magic from artefacts no longer has any effect at all. the only solution that tara and he were able to find no longer works:

it would scare him and imbalance him, and it would finally destabilise the orb, make it more volatile.

but what happens in the game after that? the orb becoming volatile enough for the artefacts to no longer have an effect has no consequences at all: you are able to do the tiefling party, all quests in the underdark, the entirety of the grymforge, and, should you choose to do so, the entirety of the mountain pass and rosymorn monastery without an incident at all or any mention of the condition itself/any discomfort or fear it might cause.

there's no urgency here, no follow-up, to what the narrative set up... and then we meet deus ex elminster and the orb is stabilised, and the urgency that came before literally is handwaved out of existence.

what i would have liked instead to happen--or at least to bridge the gap between the artefacts no longer working and elminster stabilising it to be used on mystra's behalf--is the following:

i think it would have been nice to have a scene with gale where we do get to see--on a much smaller scale--him losing control over the orb, have the protag and the companions see what he is trying desperately to keep contained within himself, what gnaws at him, what continues to haunt him.

it could happen perhaps after a particular gruelling and intense fight--and there are enough of that in the underdark and at the mountain pass. it could have been a ! conversation, providing both friendship and romance content.

have the orb act up after expending so much energy to manipulate the weave to the fullest of his abilities, have gale manage to reign it in, but barely, show that it takes a lot of power and effort for him to do so.

that it hurts, with none of gale's metaphors to hide behind or jokes to play it off.

have the audience truly see the gravity of what he is going through.

#gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 spoilers #i think it also would have made the scene with elminster and mystra's demands even more impactful than it already was #also i am a sucker for parallels but gale falling to his knees again and tav pulling him up again as on on-going motive makes me Feral #anyhow excuse the long meandering here #many thoughts #but my brain is literally soup rn #ch: gale dekarios #vg: baldur's gate 3 #series: baldur's gate #meta: mybg3 #long post for ts

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that-was-a-bit-stupid-of-you · 11 days

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the issue with ttpd personally is that I love some of the songs but sadly I've been force-fed her personal life so much, these details keep coming and leaves a bad taste in my mouth

You can't say "1830s without the racist" after writing an album about matty healy

"So high school" is a cute love song, but it's about our xenophobic racist king tk

"I can fix him" have some elements I like but it's about mh and her getting offended she's being held responsible for her problematic actions

"guilty as sin?" is one of my favs, but it reads very different when you know (unfortunately) the context

"so long, london" is amazing, but just like "renegade" she blames joe alwyn for having mental health issues, but also out them to the world which is the worst part of it all

wishing I didn't know the context, but it is practically impossible to engage in any taylor swift space without knowing