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meiliarotten · 9 months

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Team Fortress 2 Kinktober Time Two: Electric Boogaloo

Day 11: Lakeside (Swimwear)

🔞MINORS DNI🔞

Pairings: Sniper x Fem!Reader

Summary: An innocent getaway turns into a bit more when Sniper finds himself admiring your bathing suit

Tags: swimsuit, public, outdoors

Word Count: 1.8k

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You couldn’t deny that it was a rather romantic setting. The lake was clear and the water sparkled with reflections of the stars, making it seem as if you could dive in and swim through the night sky itself. The moon was full, illuminating you and Sniper just enough to make out each others’ silhouettes as you relaxed on the dock. He had brought you here in his van during some extended vacation time, hyping up how nice it was; a serene, isolated place for you and him to relax.

The two of you had arrived in the afternoon and you decided to spend the rest of the day swimming until the sun set. Now you were simply enjoying the night, leaning against Sniper with a towel draped over your shoulders as you admired the scenery. Sniper, on the other hand, was admiring you.

The gunman had seen you in all states of undress before. Which was why it was so odd that the sight of you in a simple two piece bathing suit that didn’t even show very much midriff was enough to get him hot under the collar. He had gotten tired of swimming before you and changed back into regular clothes, but as he sat on the dock he couldn’t take his eyes off of you, diving under the water, floating on your back, playfully splashing him whenever you thought he wasn’t looking- his sunglasses hid his gaze. Maybe it was more than the swimwear. Maybe it was the way the water glistened on your body or the way your cheeks reddened the more time you spent in the sun. Even now, he considered that maybe it was simply the way your figure was outlined by moonlight, showing off every curve and edge. Whatever it was, he couldn’t get enough of it.

You let out a surprised yelp when Sniper suddenly wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close and beginning to kiss down your neck. When you didn’t voice any protest, he continued down to your collar, letting his teeth graze ever so slightly against your skin to keep you on edge and, hopefully, get you as riled up as he was. “Mundy,” you sighed as he kissed his way back up again. “That feels nice.”

“I can make you feel even better, doll,” he whispered, his breath hot against your ear and his hand trailing down your side. The insinuation was obvious, and a moment of clarity hit you.

“Right here?” you asked. “What if someone sees us?”

Sniper pulled away, looking at you, his lustful expression softening for a moment. “Want to go back to the camper?”

You hesitated, glancing around. It wasn’t like the two of you were at a popular tourist attraction- it was literally a lake dock in the middle of nowhere, at some ungodly hour of the night. Plus, you didn’t want him to stop touching you, not even for long enough to retreat to the privacy of the van. “No, it’s fine,” you said. “Just keep an eye out for anyone.”

“No one ever comes by here, doll. I told you, this place is isolated,” Sniper reassured you. “But I’ll stay vigilant. Wouldn’t want anyone else catching you like this. That’s a sight for me and me alone.”

The slightly possessive tone he had on those last few words made you shiver. That, coupled with the dangerous thrill of doing something like this outside already had you quite aroused. You squeezed your thighs together as Sniper continued to kiss you, now making obvious efforts to leave hickeys on your skin. You prayed that they would fade before the two of you had to return to the base.

“Hold on a moment,” you said, pulling away suddenly and moving so that you weren’t sitting at the edge of the dock. That was better. The possibility of you becoming a bit too lost in the moment and tumbling headlong into the cold water would be a mood killer, to say the least. You placed the towel that was over your shoulders out on the dock- splinters would prove to be a mood killer as well- and laid back on it, giving Sniper your best bedroom eyes and motioning for him to come towards you.

You tried not to laugh when Sniper leapt to his feet, almost stumbling in his eagerness. He knelt down on the towel and you wrapped your legs around him, pulling him close. His body pressed against yours as he leaned down to kiss you, and you could feel how hard he was through his pants. It only served to increase your own arousal.

“Please,” you whispered between kisses. “Fuck me, Mundy.”

Sniper groaned against your lips, his body jerking harshly when you emphasized your desire with a subtle buck of your hips. You smirked when you felt his fingers hook into the lower half of your two-piece, pulling it downward. He placed the garment to the side and you made a mental note to remember to bring it back to the camper once the two of you were done here. You moved to undo the clip holding your top on, but Sniper stopped you, taking your hands in his.

“Is something wrong?” you asked, head tilted in confusion. You couldn’t quite read his expression in the faint light of the moon, his face cast in shadow. It made him look so mysterious and you found it incredibly attractive.

“Nothings wrong, doll. It’s just,” Sniper paused, sounding a bit nervous. “Would you mind keeping it on? This is gonna sound weird but, you look really fucking hot in it.”

You were a bit surprised. Your swimsuit was relatively simple, even if it was a bit low cut, but the idea that Sniper got off on seeing you wearing it was enough to convince you.

“Sure!” you said, flashing a wide grin. Sniper mirrored your expression, his teeth glinting and showing off sharp canines.

“Perfect. Now, let’s get started,” Sniper undid his belt, pushing his pants and briefs down around his thighs. You didn’t mind that he wasn’t fully undressing. Honestly, if you weren’t so turned on right now you would probably be shivering in the cool night air. Plus, the less clothing you had to gather up after this, the better. Sniper pressed the head of his cock against your entrance, letting out a low groan as he felt how wet you were. “Ready, darling?”

You nodded frantically, and with your go ahead, he pressed forward. A soft moan was pulled from you as he began to thrust at a slow but firm pace, warming you up nicely without being too rough. You inhaled deeply, savoring the fresh air, feeling more invigorated than anxious about doing this in such an open space. Part of you wondered if you would even notice if someone else showed up. Your focus was entirely on Sniper, and likewise, his focus was on you.

He couldn’t get enough of you. The way you looked up at him, the way your body felt around his cock, and the way your curves were framed so perfectly in that swimsuit top all drove him wild. Sniper was a very observant man. Given his profession, he had to be. Not only could he interpret your every reaction, he could also keep a look out and prevent any uninvited guests from happening upon this little tryst. Then again, the idea of others seeing him laying claim to you, showing the world you were his and his alone, didn’t sound too bad either.

“Mundy…” The sound of you speaking his name snapped Sniper out of his thoughts, and he focused on you. “Could you go a bit harder? Please?”

If the situation was different, Sniper would have told you to beg. But you asked so sweetly, he couldn’t bring himself to do so. “Alright, doll,” he said, flashing a wolf-like grin. “Hold on to me if you need to.”

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, taking his advice. It also allowed you to pull him closer. Sniper paused for a moment, angling himself just right before starting to pound into you. You weren’t prepared for him to brush against that sensitive patch of nerves inside you, let alone do it repeatedly. Moans that you didn’t have time to stifle fell from your lips as you held on as if your life depended on it.

Sniper, meanwhile, continued to be absolutely captivated by you. While one hand gripped the towel, bunching it up in his fist, the other travelled down your side, caressing your curves before coming up again to feel your chest. He lingered there, relishing the gentle bounce of your breasts as he fucked you, and the way the bathing suit framed them so nicely. If he was more confident in his ability to multitask, he would have gladly leaned down and marked up the soft skin with his lips and teeth. He moaned at the very thought of that, low and gravelly as he felt the pleasure begin to build.

You weren’t too far off yourself, the steady thrusts against your sweet spot leaving you a shaky mess, barely able to even tell your lover how close you were. Sniper was quite aware though. He could hear it in the pitch of your moans, and feel it in the tightening of your grip on his shoulders, fingers flexing into the fabric of his shirt.

“You’re so bloody beautiful,” he groaned, taking note of the way you shivered at the sound of his praise. No doubt you had practically forgotten the two of you were even outside at this point. “I want to make you come, doll. Be a good girl for me and come on my cock, you pretty thing.”

“Fuck!” you cried, that being the first coherent word you had been able to say for quite a while. Sniper’s hand had traveled low on your body, and you had barely noticed until his fingers were on your clit, bringing you over the edge within moments. The feeling of you clenching around him was enough to do Sniper in as well, and he pressed his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss, muffling his own moans as you lazily tasted each other. The two of you stayed like that, caught up in a rough dance of lips and tongue until the aftershocks wore off and you parted for air.

Sniper withdrew from you with a long exhale, looking simultaneously exhilarated and exhausted. You, on the other hand, were entirely worn out, laying with a dreamy stare that you only snapped out of when you felt yourself being lifted upright. Sniper gathered you up into his arms, essentially wrapping you in the towel you were laying on. You reached out, grabbing your swimsuit bottoms just before you were lifted out of reach.

“As beautiful as it is out here, I’m guessing you’re not too keen on sleeping on a dock half naked,” Sniper said, carrying you back to his camper.

“Thank you,” you said through a yawn, not even bothering to hide how tired you were as the afterglow began to set in. You rested your head on Sniper’s shoulder letting your eyes drift shut. You weren’t even sure if you made it back to the van before you fell asleep in his arms.

#tf2 x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #merc x reader #minors dni #smut #tf2 smut #team fortress 2 #cross posted on ao3 #tf2 #sniper x reader #sniper tf2 #sniper team fortress 2 #kinktober #tf2 fanfiction

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g-raynard · 4 months

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The Lake Isle Of Innisfree

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made: Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honeybee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

--W.B. Yeats _______________________

A Deep Sworn Vow

Others because you did not keep That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine; Yet always when I look death in the face, When I clamber to the heights of sleep, Or when I grow excited with wine, Suddenly I meet your face.

--W.B. Yeats ____________________

Down By the Salley Gardens

Down by the salley gardens my love and I did meet; She passed the salley gardens with little snow-white feet. She bid me take love easy, as the leaves grow on the tree; But I, being young and foolish, with her would not agree.

In a field by the river my love and I did stand, And on my leaning shoulder she laid her snow-white hand. She bid me take life easy, as the grass grows on the weirs; But I was young and foolish, and now am full of tears.

--W.B. Yeats ________________________

Never Give All The Heart

Never give all the heart, for love Will hardly seem worth thinking of To passionate women if it seem Certain, and they never dream That it fades out from kiss to kiss; For everything that's lovely is But a brief, dreamy, kind delight. O Never give the heart outright, For they, for all smooth lips can say, Have given their hearts up to the play. And who could play it well enough If deaf and dumb and blind with love? He that made this knows all the cost, For he gave all his heart and lost.

― W.B. Yeats __________________________________

Sailing To Byzantium

That is no country for old men. The young In one another's arms, birds in the trees--- Those dying generations---at their song, The salmon-falls, the mackerel-crowded seas, Fish, flesh, or fowl commend all summer long Whatever is begotten, born, and dies. Caught in that sensual music all neglect Monuments of unaging intellect.

An aged man is but a paltry thing, A tattered coat upon a stick, unless Soul clap its hands and sing, and louder sing For every tatter in its mortal dress, Nor is there singing school but studying Monuments of its own magnificence; And therefore I have sailed the seas and come To the holy city of Byzantium.

III

O sages standing in God's holy fire As in the gold mosaic of a wall, Come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre, And be the singing-masters of my soul. Consume my heart away; sick with desire And fastened to a dying animal It knows not what it is; and gather me Into the artifice of eternity.

Once out of nature I shall never take My bodily form from any natural thing, But such a form as Grecian goldsmiths make Of hammered gold and gold enamelling To keep a drowsy Emperor awake; Or set upon a golden bough to sing To lords and ladies of Byzantium Of what is past, or passing, or to come.

--W.B. Yeats _____________________________

The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre The falcon cannot hear the falconer; Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold; Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world, The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere The ceremony of innocence is drowned; The best lack all conviction, while the worst Are full of passionate intensity. Surely some revelation is at hand; Surely the Second Coming is at hand. The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out When a vast image out of i{Spiritus Mundi} Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert A shape with lion body and the head of a man, A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun, Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds. The darkness drops again; but now I know That twenty centuries of stony sleep Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle, And what rough beast, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

--W.B. Yeats

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[from The Collected Poems of W.B. Yeats: Definitive Edition, With the Author's Final Revisions, Macmillan (January 1, 1956)]

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thenightling · 1 year

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Why Wednesday is NOT a Harry Potter rip-off

Most of the “Hot Takes” about the Netflix series Wednesday are that it’s a shameless rip-off of Harry Potter. Why? Because there’s a boarding school and supernatural creatures?

Wednesday features Wednesday Addams going to Nevermore Academy, a school for “Outcasts.” In the context of the show Outcast means monsters or people with super powers. The school residents include werewolves, vampires, gorgons, and sirens as the main species based cliques. And the Principal was a shapeshifter. Other supernatural creatures in attendance include a telekinetic, an artist who has psychic visions and can temporarily bring his art to life, and a boy who can control bees. A ghost and a Hyde monster also makes an appearance. And Wednesday, herself, is a seer.

As far back as the 1930s the Addams Family has had witches. Charles Addams, himself, said that Morticia was a witch and he was her creator. In the 1960s Addams Family show the opening theme song has the line “So get a witch’s shawl on, a broomstick you can crawl on. We’re gonna pay a call on... The Addams Family.” Grandmama brewed potions in every incarnation of the family and cursed a man in the 90s Addams Family movies. Morticia’s sister, Ophelia, had flowers growing out of her head in the 1960s show. If you think there was nothing supernatural about The Addams Family, you clearly were not paying attention.

Now, in the show Wednesday, anyone with powers or who is of another species other than human, are called Outcasts. Everyone else is a Normie. No, this is not a rip-off of Harry Potter’s Muggles. In role playing games I sometimes had ordinary human characters called Vanillas. In The Dresden Files TV series they were called civilians. Fables called them Mundies, which was short for Mundanes. In Fred Saberhagen’s Dracula books the humans are sometimes called Breathers or Mortals. Breathers is also what the ghosts in a few young adult book series call humans. That and “Fleshies” like in the Casper movie. In Bewitched and Sabrina: The Teenage Witch, non-magical people were called mortals. The vampires of Anne Rice’s novels the human characters are called mortal.

So between Civilians, Breathers, Fleshies, Mundies, Mortals, and Vanilla, the idea of the supernatural society having another name for the non-magical ordinary humans also was not invented by J. K. Rowling for Harry Potter. You would have to have had very limited experience with the horror and fantasy genres if you think Harry Potter was the first to come up with the concept of a school of the magically incline.

The Worst Witch- about a little girl in Witch School, was first published in 1974 and the first movie version was in 1986 and then it had two TV show adaptations.

Even Monster High- which I, myself, have compared the school in Wednesday to- was not the first of it’s kind.

In 1988 there was an animated movie called Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School where Shaggy got a job as a Phys Ed Teacher in an “All Ghoul school” inhabited by the daughters of the classic movie monsters. You had the daughter of Dracula, the daughter of The wolfman, the daughter of The mummy, and a daughter of a ghostly phantom. Sound familiar? It was Monster High before Monster High.

And don't forget even the novel Dracula in 1897 mentioned Scholomance (School of Magick) a mystical school supposed to be hidden in Eastern Europe over a lake. Also unlike Harry Potter, in the world of Wednesday, much like True Blood, the general public do seem aware that werewolves, vampires, and the like exist.

Does Wednesday borrow from other Gothic Horror and teen dramas or who-done-its? Of course. But it’s done in its own unique way. And it’s a spin-off of a beloved property, The Addams Family. So just sit back and relax and enjoy it for what it is. This is not a rip-off of Harry Potter. It’s a hodgepodge of Gothic fantasy and it’s the first time Tim Burton has felt like ...well, himself, in over fifteen years. Stop looking for reasons to hate it and just have fun. With Gothic horror films like The Invitation also embracing old Gothic Horror tropes, and Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman finally having its own TV show adaptation, I find it to be a breath of fresh air to see 2022 being the year that Gothic Horror has finally made a pop culture return without a cynical deconstruction by people who never appreciated the genre. I had been hoping for this kind of entertainment for a long, long time.

#The Addams family #Addams Family #Wednesday #Wednesday Addams #Harry Potter #Anti-Harry Potter #AntiHarry Potter #Anti J. K. Rowling #AntiJ. K. Rowling #Anti-J. K. Rowling #Scooby Doo #Tim Burton #Scooby Doo and the Ghoul School #Monster High

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lesbianlotties · 10 months

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how would you rank the first 10 episodes of season 1 and why?

OH I LOVE RANKING THINGS THANK YOU...

ACTUALLY I TAKE IT BACK THIS IS IMPOSSIBLE

okay. i will attempt the impossible. but i Will be very biased and this is mostly about which episodes have my fav scenes ghsjdfhghfg from best to least favorite episode. let's go!! (spoilers: this is fucking long and i did both seasons!!!)

episode 1: pilot. because ??? it's literally perfect?? what do you want me to say. flawlessly introducing all the girls' pre-crash personalities. the shaunajackie homoerotic tension. "you are beautiful in the eyes of our lord". natalie wearing purple. pit girl!!!! she's been iconic since day 1!!!!

episode 10: Sic Transit Gloria Mundi. what can i say. i like beginnings and ends. i like high school reunions. i like death scenes that will haunt me forever and ever. and i still think that "who the fuck is lottie matthews?!" is one of the best lines ever

episode 5: blood hive. listen... nothing gets to me like a possession. to this day that's still one of my favorite scenes of the whole show

episode 9: doomcoming. absolutely iconic. pure chaos. also just the name doomcoming? instantly made history. "there's no bookclub?!?!?" also the aftermath of laura lee's death! how cute they all were getting ready together! jackie and misty. shaunajackie arriving together. lottie wearing laura lee's dress :) (smiling through the pain). TAIVAN!!

episode 2: f sharp. *whispers* cunt. ← literally all i need to say. but seriously. it's nice to see them already there. but not insane yet. and of course, "hello misty... you crazy fucking bitch <3"

episode 6: saints. HOMOEROTIC BAPTISM!!!! but also shaunatai!!!! miss sophie nelisse really has been acting her heart out since day one huh

episode 7: no compass. i really thought van was so dead here 😭 but that was insane. and i liked to see the adults still chasing ppl <3

episode 3: the dollhouse. LAKE SCENE!!!!!!!!!!! and the beginning of lottie's beef with the cabin <3

episode 8: flight of the bumblebee. this episode ruined my life <3

episode 4: bear down. i mean, one episode had to be last even if love them all!!!! i do!!!!! and as much as the competition was fun to watch, i think they should've killed travis the second that he pointed that gun at nat <3

and you know what???? i want to share my ranking of season 2 too 😭 gshjdfhgjfhg so

episode 1: Friends, Romans, Countrymen. lend me your ears!!!!! another perfect episode!!! i'm still getting chills every time i listen to seventeen and cornflake girl (which is several times every day). i think nothing compares to the feeling of watching shauna eat jackie's ear. also the day i fell in love with simone kessell as lottie matthews. i literally haven't been the same since then. also the teen lottie yell!!!!

episode 4: old wounds. listen.... i don't know what they put in this episode (laura lee's ghost and lottienat bath scene and adult van) but it literally changed me as a person

episode 2: Edible Complex. ella purnell acting as ghost jackie is seriously one of the best things i've ever seen. and the jackie feast!!!!! history was made!!!!!!!

episode 8: it chooses. when i tell you that i've never, never been so stressed as i was from the moment that they start drawing cards to the moment the credits started rolling in.... i'm so serious okay? worst night of my life. i wish i could live it again (bonus points for lottie losing it at her friends confessing their many crimes)

episode 7: burial. therapy time!!! bruce the goat!!!! 🥰 nothing compares to the feeling of seeing the adults just happily hanging out (plus florence and the machine songs!). and then shaunalottie sex scene shauna beating lottie up while the adults dance around a bonfire??? 1000% rewired my brain. i collapse on the ground every time i listen to lighting crashes (again. several times every day)

episode 6: qui. i fully support sophie nelisse emmy campaign <3 unnecessarily cruel <3 they fuckimg ate that baby <3 jackie's voice <3 high school reunion!! <3 that last scene will fucking haunt me forever and ever amen

episode 10: storytelling. this episode ruined my life <3 i will defend it forever though!!!!! i swear i will!!!! i'm yellowjackets episode 2.10 number one defender!!!!! the natalie coronation scene is my favorite thing in the world. and i loved to watch the cabin burn, idk if i was the only one but i did NOT expect it!!! can't wait to see them huddling for warmth on a pile like puppies on season 3

episode 3: digestif. baby shower 🥰!!!! and i'm a simple lesbian, i just want melanie lynskey to point me with a gun

episode 5: two truths and a lie. teen nat comforted by adult lottie like adult nat will be comforted by teen lottie in a few episodes will haunt be forever. but, "i'm so sorry bestie", literally no one wanted to see that much of randy walsh

#i lost my mind writing this i feel exhausted omg shgjdhgjhf #THANK YOU!!!#yellowjackets #answered #mistyquigly

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lithellyl · 8 months

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45 years of Goth Albums*

*note, not all of these bands (like Manson or Evenescence) are actually goth, but have had some sort of impact on the goth scene so let's say goth and goth adjecent, also I tried to do a different band for each year, otherwise 30% of this list would be Bauhaus and the Cure

1978 Gloria Mundi I, Individual 1979 Joy Division Unknown Pleasures 1980 Bauhaus In the Flat Field 1981 Souxsie and the Banshees Juju 1982 The Cure Pornography 1983 Cocteau Twins Head Over Heels 1984 Dead Can Dance Garden of the Arcane Delights 1985 Love and Rockets Seventh Dream of Teenage Heaven 1986 Christian Death Atrocities 1987 Sisters of Mercy Floodland 1988 Fields of the Nephilim The Nephilim 1989 Pandora's Box It's All Coming Back To Me 1990 Requiem in White Requiem in White 1991 This Ascension Light and Shade 1992 The Church Priest=Aura 1993 Lacrimosa Satura 1994 The Escape Every Tear Dries 1995 Nightingale The Breathing Shadow 1996 Marilyn Manson The Beautiful People 1997 Saviour Machine Legend 1998 Theater of Tragedy Aegis 1999 Lake of Tears Forever Autumn 2000 HIM Razorblade Romance 2001 Whispers in the Shadow Permanent Illusions 2002 The Birthday Massacre Nothing and Nowhere 2003 Evenescence Fallen 2004 Scary Bitches Creepy Crawlies 2005 The Gault Even as All Before Us 2006 Have a Nice Life The Big Gloom 2007 London After Midnight Violent Acts of Beauty 2008 Tiamat Misantropolis 2009 Ikon Love Hate and Sorrow 2010 She Past Away Kasvetli Kutlama 2011 Plastique Noir Affects 2012 Moonspell Alpha Noir/Omega White 2013 Grave Babies Crusher 2014 Lords of the Lost From the Flame Into The Fire 2015 Chelsea Wolfe Abyss 2016 Beseech My Darkness, Darkness 2017 Drab Majesty A Demonstration 2018 Gvllow Waste Away 2019 Twin Tribes Ceremony 2020 Secrets of the Moon Black House 2021 Pyre of Black Roses Demo II 2022 Palest Grey Always Haunted 2023 Swans Los Angeles:City of Death

#goth #goth music #goth bands #goth albums

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miirshroom · 5 months

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Thinking about how Elden Ring serves as a Spiritual Successor to a Certain Fantasy Series

I find fascinating the lore ouroboros from reading Elden Ring in context of the Wheel of Time and vice versa. Significant spoilers ahead for Elden Ring and minor spoilers for Wheel of Time.

There's the surface level stuff like:

The Erdtree Guardians wield sword-spears and are guarding offshoots of the Tree of Life like the Aiel with Avendesora? Neat!

The previous Elden Lord fought with an axe and was succeeded by an Elden Lord who fights with a hammer and runs with wolves? Sounds a lot like the character arc of Perrin Aybarra. The Beastman of Farum Azula in Limgrave could even be a wolf brother who was "lost to the wolf"

Interesting choice to have a Commander Niall at Castle Sol, considering that Wheel of Time has Pedron Niall, the Lord Captain Commander of the Children of the Light. A villain who thinks that his cause is righteous. This has...implications...considering Miquella's connection to Castle Sol...

It gets more pointedly specific:

Raya Lucaria academy being located in a anatomically shaped body of water and governed by a woman sounds pretty similar to Tar Valon. But maybe it's just a trick of my eyes that the lake looks like an anatomical heart with the roadways and landmasses located at the major veins and arteries (I've sketched this out and it seems legit - it's an uncommonly seen angle of the heart though)

Radagon's name can be rearranged to "a dragon", is red-haired like Rand al'Thor, and his personal rune is a loose rendering of a woven Pattern - one of the central motifs of Wheel of Time. That seems a little beyond simple homage by GRRM to the works of a fellow author who he was well acquainted with (a nod from one book in A Song of Ice and Fire: "Archmaester Rigney wrote that history is a wheel, that the nature of man is fundamentally immutable. According to him, what has already happened will happen again, without remedy.").

So, what can Elden Ring be saying about Wheel of Time, a series that infamously has lingering questions that will never be answered due to literal death of the author.

There's a statue of a bearded man in the underground areas with a tablet at his feet that depicts the Imago Mundi - a real world artefact that is a map of Mesopotamia. This is implied to be the earliest age of civilization in Elden Ring just as real world civilization emerged from the river basin between the Tigres and Euphrates Rivers. This is where the ouroboros wraps back around to realizing that there may be some symbolism in Wheel of Time beginning at protagonist Rand al'Thor's home in a region called the Two Rivers.

The "Loux" in Hoarah Loux is a Germanic surname meaning "Lynx Eyed", or having sharp eyesight. The kind of eyesight that would be useful for a man out at sea navigating by the stars. The Prologue of Wheel of Time begins with the previous incarnation of the Dragon before Rand, a man named "Lews" Therin Telamon. "Theron" is a Greek word meaning "hunter". "Telamon" is the name of one of the Argonauts who sailed with Jason to find the Golden fleece. So the full name could mean "sharp eyed hunter, a seeker of the Golden fleece". It seems appropriate that Rand the 'Dragon Reborn' starts off his journey as a shepherd who tends sheep.

The Western Zodiac consists of 12 astrological signs (and sometime Ophiuchus), of which Aries is the first sign. The story associated with the constellation Aries is the story of the Golden Fleece. Wheel of Time was also supposed to be 12 books long. It was very important to author James Rigney (pen name Robert Jordan) that the series end with the 12th book - but circumstances being what they were the series eventually concluded with Brandon Sanderson writing the 12th, 13th and 14th volumes.

That's about as much as can be covered without getting really into the deep lore of Wheel of Time. I have a lot more thoughts about how both Wheel of Time and Elden Ring are thematically bound to the wheel of Vedic Astrology and invoking themes of a dreamlike collective unconsciousness (the Jungian thing). Also the alchemy stuff.

#Elden Ring #elden ring lore #Wheel of Time #media analysis #Fun note: there are Wheel of Time references in Kingsfield (1994)#There's something poetic thinking about Miyazaki and GRRM bringing full circle a story that was started by Naotoshi Zin and WoT #The FromSoft meta-narrative is terrific - in the sense of causing terror #Most impressive artistic achievement

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reginrokkr · 5 months

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» @maquiscursed asked [ AWAY ]: the sender, using their fingertips, tenderly sweeps a few strands of hair out of the receiver’s face so as to see them more clearly. (from neuvi to dain bc i'm drowning in thesis for a couple more hours BUT the long haired dain you sent me still lives rent free in my mind)

It is said that when one predict themselves to be in a vulnerable state in the foreseeable future, they will choose any place that could mildly do its job at providing them protection until they are back to health. While this statement may work for Dáinsleif at times, self-awareness of the circumstances that follow him— seek him to bring him down to his knees and submit. Reason why under special needs he must take special precautions.

Reason why he chose the depths of Érinnyes Forest as his place of momentary repose, just enough to let the deluge come to pass and all the people be brought to safety. Whenever Twilight treads these grounds, a sense of nostalgia and melancholy fills his chest, pleading him for warm home's respite. For someone like him that long ago has lost his home, this would be unconceivable, a result of delirium that comes from centuries of activity without ever stopping once to consider his own necessities. Not because he lacks them— he, as any other creature of celestial origins or otherwise, harbors his own yearnings.

Then why, one might ask, his soul and the word home combined tug at his heartstrings whenever he walks nearby this area? It is because none other than the willow amidst the lake deeper within the forest. Although different than the Axis Mundi that had compassion for his shattering soul, its Bough Keeper can recognize any manifestations of it on the overworld even when distance is so bold to stay between them.

Vulnerable and exposed as he is did the lunarescent seraph make his way to the top of the rock that serves as a base to the seemingly floating tree and sits there. Like a mother would to her child, leaves of blue react in providing soothing warmth through azure glow, branches extend even farther down near the grass as if to conceal him, lakelight lilies emit luminescent motes to further hide him in a protective maze only for select chosen ones with sufficient authority and recognition of a benevolent soul to be allowed pass to the now fleeting core of the tree.

And yet, even with this kind protection the Bough Keeper isn't entirely safe: for there are those who would gnaw at its roots just to have a way towards him. Like moths that rather than being attracted to light to bask in it, seek to destroy it so it won't bring more harm to them than it already had. I am sorry. One last thought crosses luminary's mind before he enters into a slumber, guilt forming within him as sentience of this tree's beginning of pain registers in his mind— and a promise to soothe its pain soon.

Look at you, all pitiful and weak for falling for that old dragon's enchantment. As it is customary, that nagging voice that would cause terrors to anyone unaccustomed to otherworldly presence connected to their soul returns with the coming of a tide of darkness when Ley Lines are disrupted, and thus the protection She grants to him against the advancement of the corruption dwindles. Once again you would act against your heart's desires. Do you not think you deserve better than to be used as a tool for saving someone else when you need saving the most?

I thought you would know better by now, after centuries of sowing torment within me— that I deserve nothing. Abyss' chaos is tempting, intoxicating as many who have fallen to its will would describe it. It knows what to whisper in one's ear, to beckon them to do the final jump into a pit of desolation and never ending darkness impossible to escape from once within. If there is one good thing unending guilt and endless self-loathing has, is that he cannot fall as easily to desires tainted with defilement.

And yet you would fall for his affections and sweetened words professing love for you. Isn't you who believes that love should heal, not hurt? Then, why would he seek to harm you at the expense of his selfish desire to put those sinners before you?

Fair eyebrows react, knitting in a frown. Coexisting with a man's will brings consequences such as baring his heart to him without intending to do so. This— this is the most dangerous of all in being too weak to repress his voice and presence. That he knows him all too well, even past his own fronts of negativity towards himself. No matter how many layers would call for an irremediable cause, he would know that deep down... his heart still longs for someone to be with him. Someone that filled with awareness of his own circumstances and self-imposed duties won't run away. Someone to share burdens with... someone to spark a light in this dark world of his.

Intimidating draconic pupils quiver within iridescent depths in the face of an adversity that has an immediate fix, and even then he would be afflicted with struggle at the knowledge of what this will cause to him. The frown in his eye combined with a tremble of lips, unmistakeable. ◜I know it must be done... but has there not been enough suffering, without me having to drag you into the storm?◞

He will never forget the shock that caused his words, immensely touching as the vastness of the seas he possesses authority over— so in line with a heart of gold filled with compassion for someone no bigger than a sinner or an archenemy if one were to think about the endless strife betwixt their kin. Nor he will ever forget the tenderness of his touch, an anticipated balm to his soul for the incoming pain he would come to experience.

◜I will find you when the storm in here and in the Ley Lines has passed.◞

For being someone full of confidence in being well-versed in my heart's grievances and desires, you have lost sight of the most important of all. Yes, I am a firm believer that love should not bring pain and yes, my longing to encounter someone meant for me isn't any less existent. However... his fight is my fight. It is in proving that humanity will rise against the divine injustice and an even more unfair order over this world that gives me strength to continue, that there is hope to defy this world and re-weave all threads of fate... This pain is but a small price to pay for everything grand that this world will achieve.

A spark of light makes itself manifest in the boundless darkness within his mind and so the voice fades to nothingness. Sensing the presence of another when he should be alone, albescent lashes flutter open in time to see Neuvillette's face close to his, his fingers gentle and loving to sweep away pale strands of hair. Exhaustion borne eyes crinkle at the edges in a smile that one day may remember its way to roseate lips, weary heart light all of a sudden as if a great weight has been lifted.

◜You came.◞ Though nonexistent of a command, luminescent branches retreat to their initial position as if by one, deeming their protection no longer necessary. Gloved hands reach out to cup his beloved's face tenderly just as he did before they had to part ways moments prior to the deluge. He is here. He kept his promise. Glacial sapphires soften as he brings his face closer to press their foreheads together, to feel his breathing as the ultimate proof that no amount of illusions born from the darkness of his heart could fake this. ◜Worry not. I am alright.◞ Alright wouldn't be precisely the best descriptor to explain his current condition, granted that he had an uncomfortable conversation with an unwelcome presence in his mind and this was filled with even more unpleasant thoughts whose magnitude doesn't match with unavoidable sentiments— for even if he may think that what that man said doesn't reflect his own thoughts, the Abyss never draws something out of thin air. It is born, without a doubt, from preexistent feelings of his heart mixed with darkness he's shrouded in about his person.

A soft sigh is released after calming himself in the soothing presence of the sovereign, then a gentle nod follows as his hands withdraw and drop to the grass to help himself stand. ◜It is not over yet.◞ Weakened as he may currently be, he extends a hand to help Neuvillette stand too— in the back of his mind, cruel laughter resonates coupled with a forced reminder that he, too, needs saving. But it doesn't have to be now, nor it is like it will never come— no. Long ago has it made itself present in his soul... the moment he chose him. ◜There is one more thing to do. The willow... it is weeping.◞

Thank you for protecting me. Now, allow me to return the favor and alleviate your pain.

#apocryphis #◟༺✦༻◞ May your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊Neuvillette → maquiscursed.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ Let luminous feathers dance under sapphire rain of justice┊Dáinsleif × Neuvillette.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ what use has the veil of falsehood? ┊ask.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ sapphire flames in their wake ┊ic.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ τόμος θ: Λυκόφως οι θεοί που πέφτουν┊Advent of Ragnarök.┊#◟༺✦༻◞ When reason to be shines through. ┊Aria of the Celestials┊#I... have no excuse for going overboard like I did #but the thingy you wrote last night #had my mind cooking #and it had to be conveyed 😔#Neuvi does him so much good #that it's hard not to get emotional #over how much he means to Dain #and how even if all odds are against him #he's doing the damnedest to be strong #and believe in him #it /is/ painful #but it's more rewarding than it would be #to simply let go and abandon his inner fight 🥺#◟༺✦༻◞ May your sorrow be washed away with tides deliverance; o' mighty dragon ┊Neuvillette → apocryphis.┊

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firebolt-bombardment · 5 months

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I like the concept of nine circles and three types of sin but the way dante went about structuring the circles angers me the more i learn about it, so guess what! We're gonna reorganize hell (and heaven while we're at it)

0th Circle is Limbo, it's the circle beneath the heavens but also above hell, between the two. It holds those unfit for either afterlife, including phantoms stuck there (they flit between limbo and earth until they're freed or their business is finished)

peccata carnis, mentis et mundi

(Hell is circles of punishment going deeper and deeper into the earth, important thing to note is that lower circles are not worse nor are higher circles better. We're all sinners here, its just organized based on your primary sin.)

1-3 sins of the flesh

1st circle is Sloth, the sinners here are punished with backbreaking hard labour

2nd circle is Gluttony, where the gorgers reside in an frozen tundra and are constantly chased by ravenous icy swines

3rd circle is Lust, it's sinners are dragged, dropped, and disemboweled by large birds and goats

4-6 sins of the mind

4th circle is Wrath, a pit of flaming tar where the wrathful are submerged and cursed to forever be itchy but not be able to scratch them

5th circle is Pride, these sinners are subjected to a more psychological punishment, plagued with visions and terrors as they try to complete meaningless errands

6th circle is Envy, the envious have their heads in bags and their hands bound as they stumble around a desert trying to avoid cacti, scorpions, and the like

7-9 sins of the world

7th circle is Greed, they crawl through a pit of needles filled with poisons and viruses

8th circle is Violence, the violent are divided into three more rings,

1. Against Neighbors, they are immersed in a river of boiling blood and shot with arrows if they get too far out

2. Against Self, turned into trees and clawed by harpies

3. Against World, placed in a desert of raining fire and acid

9th circle is Deceit, the traitors, falsifiers, and liars are trapped in a frozen lake (Cocytus) while the politicians and grifters have their heads turned backwards and eyes blinded by their tears. Finally the hypocrites must walk around in cloaks made of lead

virtutes carnis, mentis et mundi

(Heaven is pretty much the same all around, peace and love and whatnot. Same as hell except based on your main virtue.Three types of virtues are same as the three sins [flesh, mind, world])

1-3 Spheres- Zeal, Moderation, Chasity

4-6- Patience, Humility, Kindness

7-9- Generosity, Honesty, Mercy

#lore #firebolt #is it possible im wasting my time on talking about angels and demons when really they play a pretty small role in the larger story. perhaps #but i like talking about them so there #if you have any ideas TELL ME I WANNA KNOW #angels & demons

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vodika-vibes · 6 months

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Okay, I think I have Evie figured out. Here's a rough appearance (my art ability reverted back to stick figures after high school, lol)

Evie Mirin, Pantoran Jedi Padawan

Apprenticed to Jedi Master Feemor when she was 12 years old.

She uses the Shii Cho fighting style, and her kyber crystal is pale green, and she is in training to become a Shadow.

Evie is both clumsy and accident prone, though she claims that she's just unlucky.

She plays the ocarina, a musical instrument she picked up on a random planet and was encouraged to keep playing. And she's trying to cultivate cacti in her room.

Evie genuinely believes that people are inherently good. And that people who are walking a shadowed path only need someone to guide them back to the light.

(A fact that has nearly gotten her killed on more than one occasion)

She isn't so arrogant as to believe that she has to be the one to lead them back to the light, though.

Evie recognizes that people who walk on the dark side of the Force can be dangerous, she just...doesn't recognize that at times. She's not naive, just a little oblivious.

And now, a snippet~

"Thank you for coming, Feemor," Mace says to the Master Jedi, "As I understand it, your Padawan is 18 now. Old enough to be considered for knighthood?"

"Absolutely not." Feemor replies bluntly.

"Need Generals, we do." Yoda chides his former grandpadawan, "Old enough, Evie is."

Feemor nods and pulls a little notebook out of his robes, "Three days ago, Commander Wolffe brought my padawan back to me after she was almost eaten by a man-eating flower at the botanical gardens."

He flips a page, "Last week, Commanders Bacara and Neyo saved her from being mauled by something in the Works. Why was she in the works, I don't know. But they followed her and saved her from being killed."

He flips one more page, "The week before that, Commander Cody returned my padawan to me after she tripped over her robes and slammed into a tree. Which knocked a hornets nest down, causing the hornets to swarm her. Which, in turn, caused her to fall into the Dagobah lake in the room of a thousand fountains. Accord to the Commander, it took four of them to free her from the mud, and it took them thirty minutes to pick the leeches off of her and wrap her injuries." Feemor pauses, "She broke her ankle when she tripped into the tree."

He closes his notebook with a snap, "all of those incidents happened in the last month. So no, Master Yoda, I will not be recommending Evie for Knighthood, unless the Order is going to splurge for her to have a dedicated babysitter."

Masters Kenobi, Koon, and Mundi all look like they're trying not to crack up, and Feemor is pretty sure that Mace is fighting a smile, "Very well, Feemor." Mace says solemnly, "You're dismissed."

#star wars #jedi oc #oc: Evie Mirin

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draconesmundi · 1 year

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Hibernating dragons

Most dragon species in Dracones Mundi hibernate through the winter. when their lake or pond freezes over, they stick their nose up above the water's surface, freezing themselves in this position - this is how alligators have been known to survive cold snaps. The dragon's metabolism slows right down, and they sleep until the ice thaws again.

#Dracones Mundi #dragons #winter #It's so icy right now aaaa #azure dragon #I am still on a haitus until sunday then it's normal weekly dragons again #but I thought y'all deserved a sleepy dragon treat

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xxiamtiebrousxx · 9 months

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Chapter Six (Snow Always Falls | Tf2 x OC)

The group returned to the castle. At this point all the sweets had been devoured. Harvey was taken back to his room, escorted by guards assigned to him. Mundy was shown to his room. He had been given privileges to explore the castle but he chose to stay in his room for the time being. Helen was showing the queens around. Dakota immediately took Rosella on her tour around the castle. She had no choice. Her boots clicked along the stone flooring of the castle.

“So where’s my room?” Rosella asked. She held her hands behind her back.

“Down this hallway,” Dakota instructed. She placed one hand on the stone wall, which was freezing to the touch. She ran her hand down the wall. “Take a right at the end of the hall and you’ll be there.” Rosella walked down the hallway, Dakota silently following behind her.

“So tell me Princess, what do you like to do for fun around here?” Rosella asked. A gentle smile appeared on her face. Dakota scratched her neck.

“Yeah there’s tons to do around here,” she said. “There’s the lake, the fair, which is coming up soon, the woods. Heck, even the town itself is fun to visit.” Dakota smiled ear to ear. “If you want, I can take you there sometime this week.” Rosella nodded.

“I would like that very much,” she answered. The two princesses arrived at the front door of Rosella’s room. “I’ll see you at dinner, yes?” Dakota nodded.

“It’s a five, don’t miss it,” she replied. “Usually there are left-overs but with the more people there are in this household, I’m beginning to doubt it.”

“I’ll be there,” she said. Rosella nodded and closed her door.

“That was easy.” Dakota retraced back her steps and followed the familiar path back to the throne room. Helen, Anastasia, and Isabel sat in golden chairs that had been brought up. They sat in the middle of the room, almost like they were huddling. Whispers shot back and forth between the queens. Strange it seemed to Dakota. The queens were like a secret council. Not even guards were present. Dakota cleared her throat, catching the attention of the three queens. The group broke up. Helen scooted her seat, turned it around and faced Dakota.

“Yes dear?” Helen asked.

“Oh yes,” Dakota hesitated. She brought her hands to her side. “I was wondering if I could take Rosella out sometime. It doesn’t have to be now, it can be later.” Helen’s eyes wandered over to Anatasia, who gave a nod of approval.

“That’s a yes,” Helen replied. Dakota smiled.

“Thank you,” she answered. “May I be excused?”

Harvey watched from the tall doors, planning his next move. He spent a few minutes in his room deciding what to tell Dakota in order to woo her. He straightened out his blue tunic and slicked back his caramel hair. He exhaled.

“Okay let’s do this,” he said. He turned around and stopped Dakota just as she approached the doors. He leaned against them with one arm. “Hey,” he said smoothly. Dakota blinked. What did she just witness? Her eyebrows creased.

“Are you okay Harvey?” she asked. He nodded.

“Yeah, I’m okay now that you’re here,” he said. Oh no, please not this, Dakota begged inside her mind. “Heh, why so quiet? Have I left you speechless?” Dakota tried not to face-palm in front of Harvey. This was extremely embarrassing. Harvey didn’t know how ridiculous he looked.

“You know what Harvey,” Dakota said, patting his shoulders, “you should work on your skills before talking to me again.” She ducked under Harvey’s arm and snuck off. He groaned.

“Too overboard!” he told himself. He made a mental note to tone it down when he saw Dakota again.

The princess fled to the kitchen. Her dark red skirt flapped behind her as she rushed out to leave Harvey’s view. The kitchen was her safe place. Mundy was there among the cooks. He sliced the skin off a granny apple, letting them fall onto a cutting board. Dakota approached him.

“What’s your opinion on apple skin?” she asked, picking up the green pieces. She took a bite. “I think they are what give apples more flavor.” Mundy grunted.

“I don’t like ‘em, granny apples,” he replied. “That’s why Oi cut off the skin. Oi enjoy them more like that. You can have the slices.” Dakota happily took all the slices Mundy successfully cut off. The sour taste of granny apples were delicious. Dakota couldn’t ask for a better snack. She grinned in between bites. “What are you smiling at?”

“Nothing,” Dakota replied. Mundy scoffed, placing the knife on the counter. “What? I’m not allowed to smile when around you?” she asked.

Harvey had snuck into the kitchen not longer after Dakota arrived. He planned to redo the previous conversation with her and try again. His grip on the doorway frame was strong enough to break it. He gritted his teeth in anger as he watched Dakota and Mundy get into a friendly argument about which apple was the best. It quickly turned into a laugh. Harvey was not liking what he was seeing.

How was he supposed to get close to the princess when she was bonding with an ex-inmate over apples? Harvey had no chance when she was finding someone else.

“Hey Harvey, wanna join us?” Harvey was pulled out of his thoughts. Dakota was waving him over. Harvey maneuvered through the kitchen staff as they brought out food, moved around, and did their work. He barely squeezed through. The kitchen was so busy cooking. “So nice of you to join us,” Dakota said. Harvey grinned.

“Thanks for inviting me,” he said. Mundy scoffed. “Well, thank you Dakota, for inviting me. It was getting boring over there.” Doing what? Staring off into space? Dakota thought to herself. She wasn’t trying to be rude, thinking like that, but Harvey’s eyes had wandered to her and Mundy and it was getting weird.

“So Harvey, do you like eating apple skin?”

#Team fortress 2 #tf2 #Tf2 Sniper #Team Fortress 2 X Disney #Disney #Snow White #Romance #Oc #Tf2 X oc #Fantasy #The dealer #team fortress 2 x oc #tf2 sniper x oc #xxiamtiebrousxx writes #Snow Always Falls

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