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thatwildnya · 7 months
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Can you make any writing about Robin fire emblem (Male) being autistic? (Like showing his special interests or Chrom helping him deal with noise or something) Please ignore this ask if no!
Nya: this is a nice change from what we usually get! i'm happy to do some hcs likes this, hope you enjoy love~ also added a hint of gay gay homosexual gay chrobin hope you don't mind-
TW: none? probably??
first things first, get yourself an autistic tactician. they can only be defeated by another autistic tactician in a battle of wits. we autistic fellows are far beyond you mortals understanding, do not question our ways.
anyway
when it's go time it's go time. man will forget to do his basic needs and probably ignore them when he does remember because he is in the zone and needs to work until he no longer can comprehend the simplest tasks. Chrom is one of the few who can get away with dragging his sleep deprived ass away from his precious diagrams and maps without getting electrocuted to unconsciousness. this is because he has grown resistant to it.
our favorite one sleeved blue hair sword man has to either tie his favorite birdie to a bed or practically lay on his until he falls asleep. food comes after the shut eye, all the shepherds learn this the hard way. as his mind starts winding down the exhaustion hits him harder than Truck-kun does an isekai protag. face plants into his soup and will drown if nobody notices the sounds of bubbles popping.
also nobody questions it when they find the great tactician dead to the world with one or more of the shepherds laying with him. during orientation Fredrick tells all new recruits that if they see Robin sleeping with anyone on the list in their pamphlets that neither of them are cheating this is one of two ways to make sure he gets rest. also do not release him if he is chained to a bed unless absolutely necessary he is in gay baby jail being punished for not following the kings orders. if he says he needs to use the bathroom please refer back to the list of people on the pamphlet and locate the nearest one to inform them of the situation.
his favorite nap buddy his Tiki. her body is warmer than others (cuz y'know dragon) and makes a nice cuddle buddy. preferably not her dragon form, he's gotten crushed enough times to know the dangers. his least favorite is Nowi. she's a bed hog and has a habit of transforming in her sleep if her dragonstone is on her.
when he's not on duty he goes out to his favorite bookstores to see if there's any new bestsellers since he's last stopped by. has befriended all the owners and clerks at each one and will spend hours discussing books of all kinds with any of them. his favorite is a back alley shop run by an elder lady who happily listens to his hours long ramblings. she always has his favorite tea in where she keeps her tea for when he drops by so he doesn't get a hoarse voice from all his talking. sometimes he brings Morgan along to chat with the lady instead when he just wants to read quietly. he feels bad otherwise cuz he knows she's a lil lonely.
due to having fought in many battles he isn't phased easily by loud noises. but there are some sounds that just throw him completely off his game. seriously enemies could use this to their advantage he cannot deal with them and have a clear head. Chrom is very aware of how they affect his bestie and tries to find a solution asap. bothered by the sound of the wind sneaking through a crack in the wall? the wall by given the 'Chrom is training and misjudged his strength' treatment. door hinge squeaks make his skin crawl? the door will be replaced within hours even if that means he has to switch it with another door in the building,
the reason Robin wears gloves his because he can't stand the feeling or sight of blood on his hands. it makes him squeamish though he isn't entirely sure why. maybe it's because it reminds him of the relationship he has with Grima. he's a bit embarrassed by this so he doesn't share this with anyone he isn't super close with. only those who are more observant will notice the change in his demeanor because he's so good at hiding it. carries around two extra pairs of gloves in case some get into the ones he's wearing. Miriel, Lisa, and Fredrick also carry some extras. Chrom forgets half the time but he means well.
when he gets super excited about something that goes in hand with his interests he has a tendency to go off on a tangent. you probably won't be able to get a word in and it might take a bit to excuse yourself because he'll keep interrupting you. please be patient with him he's just really happy. his hands are all over the place while he talks and might start pacing around.
his stimming comes in the form of leg bouncing, finger tapping, and pen clicking (or tapping idk if click pens exists for him). unless he's presenting his leg or fingers start moving the longer a meeting is. Fredrick is usually the one to help him keep his stimming from being distracting during meetings as Chrom needs to keep his focus on the meeting at hand. the most Chrom usually does is nudging Robin's foot with his own silently reminding him to not be too distracting. Fredrick's methods involve coughing into his hand, foot nudges, a quick poke to the arm or back, and sometimes (usually when Robin is feeling extremely stressed) setting a hand on his shoulder to help ground him. there have been a few occasions when he's had to have to writing utensil snatched away lightning fast because of the all the racket he's making with it but hey, it happens to the best of us.
will throw up if he gets anything super spongy slimy in his mouth a big no no for him. do not give him calamari he will puke and refuse to eat anything for the next week that isn't something he is absolutely sure is safe.
gets pouty when his favorite pillow is unavailable. it smells like chrom his favorite person and unless he's sleeping with or given something that has the same scent he refuses to sleep. also can't sleep if it's completely silent. a curse of being autistic is your mind is either hyper focused on one thing or there are too many things going through your head. background noise helps to keep his thoughts from running off like that enemy you defeat multiple times but can only kill once you reach a certain part of the game. (looking at you Hubert)
has an after battle routine that must not be disturbed less you want a grumpy tactician on the job. and trust me, a grumpy Robin is a trigger happy Robin. and by that i mean he will cast bolganone at you for simply saying hi.
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uijayi · 3 months
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"I cannot show you God or enable you to see God because God is not an object that can be seen. God is the subject. He is the seer. Don't concern yourself with objects of senses. Find out who the seer is. You can't see God because you are God."
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~ Ramana Maharshi
“The eye through which I see God is the same eye through which God sees me; my eye and God's eye are one eye, one seeing, one knowing, one love.”
~ Meister Eckhart
"You are looking for God. That is the problem. The God in you is the one who is looking."
~ Rumi
“By knowing yourself, you know God. By knowing God, you know yourself.”
~ Anandamayi Ma
“When you experience the true meaning of religion, which is to know God, you will realize that He is your Self, and that He exists equally and impartially in all beings. Divisions are imaginary lines drawn by small minds.
Forget your dream-born mortal weakness. Wake up and know that you and God are one.”
~ Paramahansa Yogananda
“Why is it so difficult to find God? Because you’re looking for something you’ve never lost.
The finding of God is the coming to one’s own self.”
~ Meher Baba
“Has it ever occurred to you that you are seeking God with His eyes?
The truth is that you already are what you are seeking. You cannot find it because you are it. You can’t look at what’s looking. You can’t think about that which is prior to thought. The mind cannot comprehend what is beyond the mind.”
~ Adyashanti
"We go off in search of ourselves or God or the Atman or whatever, but it's the one thing we can't find – because we're already it.
Jesus Christ knew he was God. So wake up and find out eventually who you really are. In our culture, of course, they’ll say you’re crazy and you’re blasphemous, and they’ll either put you in jail or in a nut house (which is pretty much the same thing). However, if you wake up in India and tell your friends and relations, ‘My goodness, I’ve just discovered that I’m God!’, they’ll laugh and say, 'Oh, congratulations, at last you found out.'
The point is that God is what nobody admits to being, and everybody really is.”
~ Alan Watts
“You can't see God because you are God! How can you search for that which you are?
No one is a 'part' of anything. My role is to apprise you of the fact that you are not a part, that you are the whole.”
~ Papaji
“All religions are the same. They all lead to God. God is everybody.
See God in everyone. It is deception to teach by individual differences.
The best form in which to worship God is every form.
Everywhere I look I see only God, and that's why I'm always honoring everything.”
~ Neem Karoli Baba
"To imagine oneself a separate self is the ultimate blasphemy. It is normally considered that to say 'I am God' is blasphemous. However, what is truly blasphemous is to say 'I am a separate self'. With this thought, consciousness denies its own unlimited universal sovereignty. It relinquishes its freedom. It is not blasphemous to feel and say that I am the totality of experience. It is a position of love in which everything and everyone are included."
~ Rupert Spira
"The person is not God, the body is not God, but you are God. The reason you will not accept the fact that you are God is because of your orthodox upbringing. If I tell you you’re God, you think it’s blasphemy. That only shows me that you are identifying with your body. You believe you are a body, and there is a God somewhere up in the sky that you’ve got to pray to, and if he is in a good mood, he’ll give you a boon. If he’s not feeling too good that day, he will throw a lightning bolt at you. People still believe that. God is consciousness. And that is not outside of yourself. It is you. You are that.”
~ Robert Adams
“Even to say that God is close is not exactly right – because closeness, after all, shows a certain distance; closeness is distance. God is not close – God is you. You are God. So don't look for God in the churches, in the temples, in mosques. Look for him within. We have just to be a little calmer to feel him. The turmoil in the mind does not allow us to feel. And God is not a person – you cannot worship him; there is nobody to be worshipped. The worshipper is the worshipped. That's what Jesus means when he says again and again, ‘The kingdom of God is within you’. And the kingdom is such that it cannot be taken away from you. The whole existence is God. I want you to destroy duality completely. God is in the trees, in the rivers, in the moon, in the sun, and he is in you. Except God, there is nothing else.”
~ Osho
"God is not playing with you. God is playing as you.
I know you and love you far too much to treat you as a mere person. I refuse to know you as less than God."
~ Mooji
“Invite your attention towards yourself seriously and you will come to know that there is no God except yourself.
It is so simple... All you have to ‘do’ is realize that the body is not your identity. You are Ultimate Reality.”
~ Ramakant Maharaj
“Ultimately you are the proof that God exists, not the other way round. For, before any question about God can be put, you must be there to put it.
"I am" itself is God.
You yourself are God, the Supreme Reality.”
~ Nisargadatta Maharaj
“So long as God seems to be outside and far away, there is ignorance. But when God is realised within, that is true knowledge.
You should love everyone because God dwells in all beings.
All will surely realize God. All will be liberated. It may be that some get their meal in the morning, some at noon, and some in the evening; but none will go without food. All, without any exception, will certainly know their real Self.”
~ Ramakrishna
“The fool thinks, "I am the body"; the intelligent man thinks, "I am an individual soul united with the body." But the wise man, in the greatness of his knowledge and spiritual discrimination, sees the Self as the only reality and thinks, "I am Brahman."”
~ Shankara
"I and the Father are one."
~ Jesus
🙏❤️💖💟💛💚💙
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askholycouncillor · 7 months
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Things left unseen hide the greatest beauty, muse: mystery. Divinity is left to the imagination of mortals, for our minds cannot comprehend your graces. So I describe what I can. The tangible parts, that you let my humble hands be graced with.
*locks my finger with his, and kneel like a knight taking oath to a prince or lord* there is beauty in what I can see, and even more beauty in what I can't. Words are written to make the unseen seen, and even with your face covered I see your smile, my goal, when I speak. I would not have it any other way, poetry was meant for the abstract and incomprehensible. But each one is beautiful like you, Muse.
I apologize for having not much to say in response, poet. You are very kind to me, it is, admittedly, a hard pill to swallow.
It is nice, to have something like a friend again.
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hanro50 · 2 years
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Ripping a hole through the fabric of space.
It has been nearly one year since the collision of two human superweapons ripped a system sized hole into the fabric of space. Well the space has healed, it left a rift behind. A tear in the very laws of nature that like the curious primates they where the humans explored.
Their findings where interesting. They had discovered the void. A sort of limbo between realities. The eternal cold lifeless emptiness that seemingly stretched on for unfold time behold that which the mortal mind can comprehend. A sort of nothingness just beyond the dimensional fold.
Against the arguably better judgement of the Planta, Vericos, Beedroid and machine ambassadors. The humans ventured into that oblivion. Knowing that thier chances of return rounded down closer to zero for every second they persisted within the void.
R"Stop that wining Darlin" Captain Richard protested. R"The crew knew the risk yea piece of rust and I allowed the ones with families and loved ones...and Sam ask to leave well...where kicked off this ship 3 space ports ago. Unnecessary compartments where already removed one space port ago. Now how about yea stop yea fussing before I dock at the next place I can have yea removed!"
Against his ship's better judgement... the ship muting itself at this point, H13-7 lumbered forth to the great rift. The crew consisting of some planta chefs. Vericos engineers and some human scientists. Along with a Beedroid med student shadowing the human, planta and Vericos doctor whom where onboard.
D"Entering warp space captain". R"Thanks for the update David. Have our shields on charge just incase. Jettison the warp drive in orbit around a nearby planet. The weight will do little in an environment where it fails to function in any case." D"Alright." A large clang rang through the hull of the ship D"Warp has been jettisoned. Predicting trajectory.... stable."
R"Attention all crew. We are about to enter the anomaly. If some of you begin to feel strange, I am here to clarify that reality ankere have been placed in the med-bay and cafeteria. Please head to either one if you're part of the Planta species."
D"Why did we bring the plants anyway? They're notorious for suffering a quick and painful death at the hands of any kinda of radiation beyond 20 nanometres or so" R"Mostly because I dislike bland food. Can't live off eaten the same bloody piece of nothingness our entire journey "
Unmuting itself the ship uttered a warning that the space around the ship had been detected to be unstable. They began their decent into the void as the captain, Richard, looked out over the vast emptiness they where slowly diving into.
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fire-emblem-drabbles · 6 months
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Oh man I just beat Baldur's gate 3 like for real for real and since it's spoilers I'll put it under a read more but folks!!! this aint it!!
So before the big battle, when you have to dominate the brain... blegh. Listen I can accept that maybe my mortal brain just can't comprehend a netherbrain, but it make it so that even half ilithid characters can't even do it? I feel like that's such an oversight. No matter who you pick for this out come it feels bad! You could have the Emperor eat Orpheus, but this pretty much mutes Lae'zel's whole quest line and leaves the Githyanki to suffer. Free Orpheus, and the Emperor immediately defects? Like... squad could we not set aside our differences for 3 hours to deal with the netherbrain? no? okay.
So if you do choose to free Orpheus, your options are: make the poor guy become ilithid himself and make his people hate him, became a mind flayer *yourself* and laugh in the face of this whole fucking adventure, or have Karlach sacrifice herself and become one! Litterally no winning here.
The fight itself also fucking sucked btw. It's annoying and every time I summoned Dame Aylin she would drop her weapon. and couldn't pick it up. because she's controlled by you Ig?? Beyond the dragon and the mindflayers casting level 6 magic missles every turn, it is interesting (at least) to see your companions dream guardians. And once you get into the brain fight proper it's easy enough to kill, just annoying to get to that point.
Now, if there were anything of substance in the post ending, I could ignore some of the graphical issues. My game immediately became a smooth untextured wasteland if it wasn't a character that hadn't been previously loaded from the fight (so pretty much myself, Mind flayer Karlach, Orpheus, and Gale). I could have forgiven that if there was anything else! You get one tiny scene with your romanced companion, an even smaller scene with all your companions after its done, and some stuff around Baldur's gate that reflects the choice you make (dominating the brain vs defeating it).
That's it!
The credits are longer than any post battle cut scene your gonna see. Which is like fine it's a huge game and people deserve their due, but when I say there's nothing of substance, I'm telling you it's almost like they forgot the had to end the game at some point. It really feels like it drops off at nothing! If the rest of the game itself wasn't amazing, and if larian as a team weren't fixing stuff as often as they are, it wouldn't be worth it.
Alas, I have faith that something is gonna be done. Surely im not the only person to put (checks game time) 300+ hours in a game only for it to come to such an ending... yeah.
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sexygaywizard · 2 years
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My gender is an eldritch horror incomprehensible to the mortal mind and beyond our plane of understanding. The twist that makes it different from the usual Eldritch genders is that I've got no idea what the fuck is going on with it either. I can't comprehend it any more than you can.
Who knows what the fuck is going on in there! But it sure is gender
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simpingforlookism · 11 months
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*Walks in wearing one of those old nightgowns with a hat and a candlestick like in one of those old themed movies into your inbox*
Not me unable to sleep and so I come here
Eldritch au here I come
Eldritch boyfriends playing human so that we can have some “normal” dates together and it has to be planned away from people like a picnic in an empty field or rent a boat to go to a less people around area and do some swimming and a beach date and when no people are around during sunset at part of the beach we can walk and hold hands, even if their outfits may not fit in
Also maybe the powerful beings that is our boyfriends see how hard we try to have those dates and find them cute
But also im not sure how the pocket dimension works so if what you had in mind doesnt work with my ideas lemme know and i’m chill👍
Like we visit the pocket dimension and are carrying their favourite snacks because its been a few days(maybe almost a week)and we miss them and when we arrive one day it looks like a scene out of a movie with how pretty the trees and light are and the perfect weather and there’s a trail and we’re on it and then comes our pretty boyfriend
And he tells us he wanted to surprise us with it and there are shapes of people around and he holds our hand and leads us into it and explains that we can have our dates here, he just needs time to change it a little and he remembered that we really liked that one scene jn a movie we watched and we realised he recreated that scene and we laugh and kiss him
Also when he drops us back off into the mortal realm, he always follows us and we make him a nice dinner and thank him for it
Also imagine reader asking to see their true forms and them kinda, smiling softly and amused and tells us we can’t handle seeing it because our mind currently would not be able to process it and would melt it
And we pout a lil but easily distracted by promises to show us other things tho
Also maybe asking him about history events and if they were around or saw it from a distance and when they are being difficult or too teasing we call them old man(because they are older than us)
Also i am having thoughts now
Put Jake, Jihan, and Gun in traditional formal clothes-
Jihan who wears it a little loosely and a tiny messy but still rocks it and of course we tell him again they’d look better on our floor and ask him how he’d think our outfit looks (“On the floor too darling”-) and also i can see that if Jihan ever gets tired of clothes he just poofs into snake form and cuddles up into us and our clothes
Gun’s whose is prim and proper and of course white and he knows we like how he looks and knows we’re watching every movement and when he goes to reveal his chest a little-
Jake who wears it normally and casually and wants to see us in it too and just adores watching how cute we are in the clothes and of course we match and while we arent going out tonight, we won’t let the outfits go to waste
-Lipstick Anon💄
(It is 2:26 am and I am about to pass out)
The Eldritch boyfriends can probably conjure up a whole shit ton of wealth- and I bet Gun has accumulated wealth in the human dimension bc of Goo, who's dragged him to have fun here- Maybe you go camping with him, away from people and just taking in the change of scenery- Holding hands with him to take a walk under the night skies right next to the sea-
Your eldritch boyfriend finds it cute that you're trying to do some human things with him, and he'll indulge you as much as you can-
I love your ideas about the pocket dimensions, but in my mind the pocket dimension's something that humans can't really comprehend? It depends on the entity but generally, it reflects the characteristics of the Eldritch entity's true form (ex: Gun's would be an area of pure white, foggy and endless with things looking similar to trees popping up every now and then), meaning that in the dimension, the entity is most comfortable in their true form- and squishing down into a human form would take more effort in their dimension- The date idea could still work though- Your eldritch boyfriend will form some sort of illusion in his dimension (after watching a couple human romcoms)- It's endearing and sweet, and you'll kiss him so hard-
Jihan wears it so loosely, it's kinda cute and funny lmao- Maybe you help him wear it properly but he just loosens everything anyway so you give up, and only watch dumbly as he teasingly takes off pieces of it- Also love the idea of him just poofing when he gets tired of clothes-
You watch with all of your attention as Gun does the most mundane things in those clothes, but then he locks eyes with you and smirks all the while revealing more of his skin-
Jake just likes seeing you and him wearing matching things-
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ambiguouspuzuma · 1 year
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if I told you, you'd go mad
I didn't mean to make you mad, I only sought to tell the truth. My alibi is iron-clad, I have our messages as proof; it's just a shame they can't be read by any other of your kind without also losing their heads just as they burst your fragile mind. Your mortal brains are all the same: eager to learn, easy to break. I don't know why you asked my name if the truth was so hard to take. You bid me to to teach you my tongue; it oozes from your blackened lips, bile drawn from now corrupted lungs, your eyes clouded by their eclipse. You sought a glimpse of my true form, tired of our life playing pretend, but fainted as I formed a swarm of shapes you couldn't comprehend.
You call me eldritch, elder god, now babbling nonsense of your own; I find your life equally odd, unlike any I've ever known, but I made peace with all that change when I fell to you through the void.
If you're mad just because I'm strange, then colour me likewise annoyed.
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mrs-bluemarine · 11 months
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Because no one asked
Here's my LGBT headcanons for my f/os!
Weather: Demisexual. (I take back what I've said in the past. I was a fool. There's no way anyone in this series is straight)
Blackmore: (Closeted) Bi, female preference. Grew up Christan, never understood why he got so flustered when men complimented him
Santana/Pillarmen: On a whole different wave length. Something our mortal minds can't comprehend. Most Pillarmen choose one person and mate for life.
Formaggio: BI ASFFF. Male preference but he's a sucker for a pretty lady
Dr. Ferdinand: Transmasc, aromantic and not very interested in relationships (on that grind 💰💪)
Joseph: Bi, no preference. Tried something with Suzie AND Caesar but Caesar wasn't interested
Speedwagon: Bi, male preference
Jolyne: Pan. Maybe interested in poly? Ik it's like canon that she's bi but she's down to date anyone imho
Anasui: Transmasc, possibly gender fluid, too cringe to pull anybody
BONUS:
Crowley Speedwagon: Gay
Jay Kay: Bi, weak for pretty men
Jodie Ferdinand: Pansexual
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wyrd-syster · 1 year
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18. What is a line/scene you’re really proud of? Give us the DVD commentary for that scene.
Your writing is so exquisite. I’d love to know the answer to this, and I look forward to reading your other fics (after luxuriating in your chapter of “dig up the bones” a few more times) :)
Questions from the “Behind the Scenes of Fic Writing: 30 Questions for Authors”
Thank you so, so much for your kind comment!! I was trying to think of what scene/line I could give you (especially from dig up the bones, which I wrote in a fever pitch), when I finally decided on the cut below!
Atop the deck, the night air is still and cool. He draws it in deeply, letting the cold and the dark numb him to the thrumming sensations running through his veins. The scene in the cabin I really wanted to convey this sense of cocooning - warmth, light, closeness. So I needed to contrast that here with coldness, dark and clarity. I had in mind the scene from the "Return of the King" movie when Legolas and Aragorn are outside Medulsed and Legolas says something like, "the stars are lidless." Like, I always watch that scene and can feel the cold, the thinness of the air, the crispness. And I wanted that vibe here as Sauron stalked the boat. As he calms, he walks towards the prow, letting the shadows hide him from the prying eyes of the men around him. The moon is new and black, but the stars shine brightly, pinpricking the darkness of the water below so that it would seem their vessel floats within the sky. Galadriel reignites the mystery and magic of the world for Sauron, so after they have an intimate moment, his perception of the world starts to shift again to fantastical. I also thought, as a "heavenly body," sailing within a night sky would speak to something ancient and primordial in his makeup.
He pauses a safe distance away from any lingering bodies and closes his eyes, letting himself melt into the night. In this state, he feels the pulsing of the world around him, the vibrations of time like the falling notes of a chord. A lot of the creation story of Arda centers around music, so this was one theme I wanted to weave into the chapter wherever I could. I kind of imagined things like fate, time and change having a more resonance for the Maiar and the Valar - in the same way that there are colors our human eyes can't comprehend, there are also sounds and patterns beyond mortal understanding.
Something has changed; something has begun. I really love this line and I toyed with making it the callout line for the summary. I do desperately love overt flowery language, but I love splicing it with simplicity. I think the combination enhances both really nicely. I could also hear this sentence very clearly in my head, almost like a line from a play.
He thinks of the future his Elf presented to him - Jumping in here because I haven't seen anyone comment on this yet! But it was a very deliberate choice for Sauron to start thinking of Galadriel as "His Elf," after Numenor. Prior to the ship, he only ever thinks of her as "the Elf," but starting in that section, it switches to "His Elf." - shimmering pearls of possibility strung together between them. I wanted really decadent imagery here, and I liked that pearls fit that need while also conveying a feeling of purity (for their color) and discovery (found inside a creature). A future he had not dared to dream of until she laid it at his feet.
He smiles into the darkness, feeling something build. I am a big "rule of three," writer, so "something has changed; something has begun," to me feels incomplete as only two. "Something build," completes the pattern while also continuing the narrative journey of Sauron building his plans around Galadriel.
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evelynsfics · 2 years
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Life captured in a painting.
I saw more people today, they came by to see the room. The same room everyone comes to see. I watched them briskly walk past all the silent painting and watching candles, they paid no mind to the dust and spiders, they never do, after all. A single goal in mind, they came to see the rusted beds, i'm sure. They all do. Countless pulled towards us by a never ending curiousity. Yet none ever leave. A shame, really. All those bodies have so many uses besides to carry one's mind from awful place to calm, serene dreams.
The light flickers everynow and then, it always has since that day... Well, no point in reminding oneself of things long since purposely forgotten. I don't know why. I never did. They kept me in the dark to stumble and fall, only to join me once they outlived the only usefulness they once had.
Everything was so much simpler when we used candles to light up the halls, back then the painting frames weren't so faded and the paint still held it's vibrant colors. Ah, but alas time eats away even at the most humble of hands.
Once the man died and our house fell into chaos and apathy, once we lost all we had left, then and only then did we realize that we witnessed the end of a bloodline. Years passed with no light, no human contact, and quickly, life as we knew it changed. Mankind has come so far from the last time our family ate together during Christmas, oh but i guess it's to be expected.
Now, we sit wordlessly, watching men and women gape in awe at our beauty. We watch them walk down the ancient, moth eaten rug in the hall, desperate to look at as much as they can. It's always been like this, visitors always looked around awestruck, never quite grasping all we had to sacrifice to obtain all this gold tinted bronze.
They never saw beneath the lies. They never realized. They never knew that our family, entire generations of lives lost to illness and war, was built on fickle lies, ones that would shatter like glass at the softest of touches.
Ignorance is bliss, and in some cases, it is all that stands between a life of luxury and a death of misery and regret.
Is that how they all died? In agony and longing? Longing for a better life? A second chance? A way to undo all the hurt and envy they caused to people that didn't deserve it? Not that we weren't without fault, of course. We always where too quick to judge, too quick to kill in the name of false justice and broken pride. That's how we made our way to the top. That's how it's always been.
Even now, as i watch people dressed in monochromatic tones walk by, strange devices lightning up their hands, i know that i am so much more than them. I've seen so many wonders of nature that their feeble mortal minds wouldn't be able to even comprehend. I've become what i always knew I'd be. Yet, it's so strangely melancholic to watch them freely walk, talking amongst eachother so carelessly, mindlessly laughing at words i can't seem to understand. Oh how i miss being like them.
The scenery before me always changes, the sun sets in such a lovely way, everyday the same yet changing, charming in such a disgusting way. Lives come and go, looking up at us like we're an attraction at a crumbling museum left to rot in it's meaningless sorrows. I, however, am eternal. I will watch a thousand years before i succumb to rot and decay.
For the view behind the picture frame may rot, but as the last of what once was a bloodline of pure power and might, i will last on far longer than the portrait they painted of me in my dying moments.
Some part of me knows they knew what a horrible fate they doomed me to. Some part of me feeds on the hatred they felt for me. Some part of me still feels it, pulsing a soft rhythm inside the now silent paintings.
And i relish in it. It's what kept me alive for so long, is it not?
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belovedcartoons · 2 months
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Aleksandr Vvedensky "Sweath"
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I found a translation
Part one
The sons were standing near the wall flashing their spur-shod feet. They were elated and said:
Make it public now father What is Sweath in terms of matter.
The father, flashing his eyes, replied to them:
You sons should never mix Day of the end, daughter of spring. Scary, blue and hoary's Sweath. I'm your angel. I'm a father. Its severity I know, And my death will shortly come. On my head there are a-gaping Bald spots, temples high — dejection. And if life does its very best Then soon there will be nothing left Neither church mouse nor hair. It seems my death will shortly come. It seems mind out dejection.
The sons, having rung bells, pealed their tongues:
But this is not what we want to know, We our thoughts like palace bring forth. Will you just tell us now father What is Sweath in terms of matter.
And exclaimed the father: Synaxarion, And Synaxarion's essential is God. Sink into sleep my sons, Stand at gaze for dreams.
The sons went to bed. Hiding mushrooms in their pocket. It seemed, the walls, even they were obedient. Ah, who cares what seemed. But all in all to us like to them not much seemed. But hark! What's this? The father had been evasive when answering the question again. And this is what he said to his newly awoken sons, exclaiming and flashing his brows:
Let Hoary folk all sing and dance. Wave their hands Like a man.
On a peaceful day of bliss You run out. Quite soon death's fineness I'll perceive.
The horses dash by like waves, Shoes chatter. The jaunty steeds are full of fever Away haste.
But where to comprehend a way, Are all men mortal? What will you tell me second split Am I to understand you?
The bed is there before me, I'll quietly lie. Assimilate near the wall With flowers and a flag.
Sons, sons. My hour's coming. I'm dying. I'm dying. Don't take the steamboat, All is washed-up.
The sons, lined up, flashing their feet, begin to dance quadrille. First son, same as first couple:
What is Sweath in terms of matter Please do tell me now father.
Second son, same as second couple:
Could it be that Sweath is lead And a baby and a wreath.
Third son, same as third couple:
Father I can't understand Where is he? who is Sweath?
The father, flashing his eyes, moans ferociously:
Oh I in pillows with no stir.
First son:
Eh father, murmur I concur. You're not to die, You should firstly curge reply.
Second son, dancing like a loyal subject:
Ah, Sweath, Sweath, Sweath. Ah, father, father, father.
And the third son, dancing like a shot:
Dolls are all body a cap, I'm canoe canoe canap.
The sons cease to dance - having a good time shouldn't last forever, and silently and quietly sit down near father's faded-out bed. They stare into his withering eyes. They want to reiterate through it all. The father is dying. He becomes large like a bunch of grapes. We find it terrifying to stare into his, as the phrase is, face. Each son secretly and soundlessly enters their own superstitious wall. Sweath is the cold sweat coming out of a dead man's forehead. It's death's dew, this is what Sweath is.
Part two
Sweath by Aleksandr Ivanovich Vvedensky - Famous poems, famous poets. - All Poetry
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inavagrant-a · 1 year
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@scarletooyoroi said:
"Have you seen it too? That lil bridge made of 'something' that swims inside of your Vision?" Today found itself drumming down to a slower tempo. Progress, after all, follows their stride as Mondstadt seems to be glimmering more than the norm after their 'somehow paid volunteer work'. Thoma's attention was drawn to the gem as they returned from their latest mission complete, capturing a view only the wielder of said Vision could drink in.
Where was the beginning and end to this bridge? Exactly where did this helix desire to traverse? Waxing philosophical was a now and between hobby, and in moments like this, he always finds intrigues in Tetsuya's perceptions on life. "I can't find myself believing that it's the work of a god doing this. It's too involved, too personal." So what exactly was he trying to say? The blonde found his face screwed in a touch of wonder until a thought cracks through akin to lightning. There was one idea. "What if a divine nature of our own making slept within us all this time? This strength feels like it beats to the same rhythm of my heart."
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Tetsuya disregards this total and complete waste of his time as community service, though he supposes at this point he should grow accustomed with the concept of accountability as much as it pains him so. Truth enough is not so much of a pain, it gives him something to do, actions have consequences after all. Of course Mondstadt wasn't going to take the scuffle between him and Thoma by simply laying down and allowing the two to go at it at their utmost content. They are doing this land a favor, he would say, it is looking much more better than it did before. It should count its blessings. Regardless Tetsuya wasn't one to take such labor work gracefully if only because it feels far too mortal for his own liking, to slave away and wait for it to bear some fruit for the efforts. The wanderer has been keeping to himself this entire time even if perhaps from the corner of his eye he can see that Thoma is contemplating something. He can not say he cares, that's his business... which he voices here moments after, ensnaring Tetsuya's attention.
The wanderer furrows his brows at the subject at hand. Visions is it? Tch.
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"... So you're one of those people." It almost sounds like an insult, and if it's taken that way then fine, so be it. Thoma sounds like the traveler and many others quite honestly, the traveler also feels like there's meaning and something intentional behind those who receive visions and the element they resonate with. Why the traveler would think such a crazy thing still goes beyond Tetsuya's mind since in the past he has shown them unashamed so that Gods do not function off any sort of logic and or any sort of intention. It is all at and to their whims, there is never any weight behind it. He would know that best since he too acted in such a manner himself. The pyro user always seemed to have the tendency of getting philosophical over many a things, so it is not that huge of a surprise that he thinks these visions are anything special. He will admit, however, that Thoma is the first person to say that he does not believe these are gifts from Gods. "Seen something?" He asks with a slightly annoyed tint to his eyes. Tetsuya has not seen anything... but he has heard. Tetsuya hears something inside his vision, something he can not really make sense of yet.
It's a small sound, a deaf howl, almost tender in nature and it disgusts him. If Tetsuya bothers to listen intently to it he could swear it is trying to talk to him, trying to communicate with him something it wishes for him to understand, to comprehend and firmly grip. What that thing is, well, it is still a mystery and not something the wanderer ponders upon for too long since to him his vision is more so a source of power. He is like a mountain that will not bend before the wills of the angriest and chilliest of northern winds. "You believe them to not be gifts from the Gods then," the wanderer simplifies if only to spare the ramblings themselves for they are hollow and devoid of meaning. Not worth his time as many things are in this world as of late. He is past his expiration date. "Hah, that's all inside your head." He will now unleash upon the other wisdom worth his while, to release him of what make-believe superstitious belief he has come to conclude for himself on his own. "They're mere sources of power that's all they are." Cursed with divinity or not he's not going to dwell on that detail far too long for it makes him ill, it makes him sick. Besides the idea of a vision being much more personal and in-tune with its chosen vessel rather than it coming from a God is not something Tetsuya finds himself able to believe. How can a mere weak mortal accomplish such a task? Such a thing? He can't fathom it so.
"No need to break your little head over it, Thoma." So he believes, turning his attention to what lies ahead. "They're mere batteries, power for you to use. Don't question it and simply put it to good use." Not like Thoma hasn't already shown that he can accomplish such things with it already. Whatever mystery many believe revolve around visions, they're victims to the sways of fairy tales, how sad.
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bobbyfiend · 1 year
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Shit my low-INT bard reads - 2
(and doesn't care who gives him a hard time about it)
Desgreangrid Frostcoat summons Dalmeloth Blighter of Flesh
By Ketthel Anorthosite Kulthinthrin
Desi marked the circle as she'd learned from her long-dead mother who had warned "Never set your foot within its space and never let the Thing behold your face."
She chanted thirteen hours in Abyssal, spoke the words of power she had wrestled from a fiend who wouldn't soon forget But she would walk this path as it was set.
A putrid smoke and sickly light appeared exactly as she'd hoped and also feared. The form inside that maelstrom had such grace she failed to pull her veil across her face.
The thing had claws and teeth and wings and fur and words less like a growl, more like a purr: "Who dares summon—" it began, then… sighed. "You know," it said, "I really do not mind."
"Thou art bound by power!" Desi rasped, "and try no tricks or I will have you lashed." "That thought, fair lady, fills me with delight," it said, "and you can call me Dally Blight."
The sorceress knew not how to respond and bought time chanting the Controller's Song. Dally said, "your voice is sweet and fulsome. I welcome the most vicious of compulsions."
Desi, who'd intended to command the Thing to purge the Unclean from her land, found these words escaping from her lips, "Perhaps—I mean thy liege demands—a kiss."
The thing before her moaned—or was it laughter? "With pleasure, precious, but what word comes after?" "What do you mean, foul fiend?" her voice was thin. It said, "I mean, kiss it? Kiss her? Kiss him?
Or, honestly, a dozen other options." Was Desi's heart on fire? Or was it stopping? She had labored more than forty years she knew Command, knew how to conquer fear
But now she felt a new sensation rising as she said to Dalmeloth, "Surprise me." Several minutes into their embrace she realized the Thing had seen her face.
Dally saw her shock and said, "My sweet, that's the least of it. Look at our feet." with dread she saw her right foot on the line and, somehow, Dally's left foot was outside.
"Dearest," Dally said, "I must come clean. I love you, though you're you and I'm a Thing. Your chanting, singing strength was in my ears for you mere hours; for me, thirteen years.
"At first I wished to torture you, devour you, but then your voice brought me to better know you. I begged Agramoleth The Hungry Dead And it agreed that I could come, instead.
Volunteering for another's summons turns out to have affected the procedure in contrast to the fate of many demons, I'm not compelled, but overjoyed to be here.
I thank the gods and devils I have found you. after thirteen years hearing your passion I want to be with you, to be around you in any way you want or can imagine.
She stared at what she'd clearly not enslaved and wondered how the fortunes could arrange a thing she never knew she'd always craved: a love for whom no passion would seem strange.
She said, "I will no longer call you Thing, my love from somewhere I can't comprehend. Kiss me again, then let's erase this ring and I will love you just as I intend."
Then the two began to do some things it's better not to write in mortal ink and afterwards they breakfasted, eventually in bed.
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serkibbler · 1 year
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ok so the cycle of life is called the Mortal Wheel, and it is comprised of all human experience, there's an infinite number of slices you can cut it into but all in all the most effective way to look at it is through Arcana.
Arcana are basically stories, legends, observations, sentiments, artwork, any fiction or rendition of reality that can be used to invoke dreams.
Wings of Wax's world exists twofold: there's the physical realm and the Great Dream. Great Dream is a mirror dimension where only energy can exist. The consciousness, the soul, etc, can be temporarily displaced into the Great Dream, usually during sleep, where it can mingle with the bullshit there and come back with
What you come back with is a big variable. The Great Dream is pretty literal, your dreams are reality there, only they aren't physical. Arcane arts, magick, all that good shit the purpose of it is to manifest particular events and energies from the Great Dream into the real world.
The traditional art of spellcasting is to dream, record what happened (what you can recall), and compare it to passages from an arcane text. Arcana are real, individual entities in the Great Dream, but they're forms are impossible for human minds to comprehend. This is not a "you go mad if you see it" its simply beyond you, thats it. What one does instead, is uses fiction to define them. Create from emotions. If you cannot see, feel, and create from that. Then, with your creation, you have essentially made a translation of that imperceivable truth. What good is a power that cannot be studied, an art that cannot be learned. Rather, this approximation of what can't be seen is considered a truth in its own right; the human rendition of a non-human power.
There is a real, actionable influence these studies has though. By finding common ground through Arcana, sorcerers have deduced that Arcana are something of pillars in the great dream that radiate energy. Where a particular person ends up when taken to the dream, is incalculable on its own. The dream is too vast and different from the physical world to map in full. Rather, by finding one's dream to be similar to an written Arcana, one can say with certainty that they are in close proximity to that Arcana. Thus, spells cast that channel that Arcana will have an increased proficiency, or a magical capability otherwise absent without its guiding hand.
Within the Mortal Wheel's many Arcana, there are a few key spokes called Pinnacles. Four of them in name are [THE CROWNED], [THE DRAGON], [THE COMET], and [THE STAR]. Through these Pinnacle Arcana one may become bloodless, shedding their mortal flesh to succeed from the Great Wheel. Immortality is a dangerous thing. Many have lost their hearts within or in pursuit of it.
Lastly, Lenses are the more standard section of the magic system. All this Arcana shit is nice but, what does it entail for spellcasting? Lenses are a common set of concepts (you can just think of them as elements) that can be incorporated into rune strings when scribing spells. Examples like [OF SAND], [OF BLADES], [OF FLAMES], [OF BLOOMS], [OF STORMS]. These lenses tend to vary by region, as the customs and tendencies of thought among that region's people shape the way they connotate their dreams and thus their Arcane readings.
What's important about this magic system is that dreams are the foundation of it. A dream is a recollection, a meditation, a consideration on what could have been, what might be in another world, what likely never was; the uncertainty of it is not feared by sorcerers, it is the source of magick. Reality is plain to our perception, but in dreams we unravel those memories, really dive deep into the possibilities behind the plainly seen.
Summing this up simply, you can make anything with this system. There are only a few hard and fast rules: All spells must be written, All magick comes from the Great Dream. Sorcerers make their own spells. This is not a standard fireball, its not in any textbook, this is your fireball. What do you want to call it? What does it mean to you?
Fireballs are kinda boring, but i wanted a simple example. I want to make a world that is infinitely expandable. I think it sucks that there's nothing left on earth for me to explore. There's no new shit. I'm turning to fiction for exploration instead, so i think it would be neat if others could join in their own way, or just enjoy this world i've made in whatever way they see fit. Make your own Arcana up, make your own Lenses, make your own people, make your own realms, your own characters, your own stories.
I just really like worldbuilding. Hope I can get this to a point where other people feel like joining in. I gotta sleep now
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🌌True🌟God/Ptah🌌
You know him by many names the native Americans call him the great old one Christmas column God Muslims call him Allah the Egypt's Called Him, Ptah.
Well I've had a lot of real experience with God stuff you'll never learn from that stupid Bible.
God has a bigger ego than any Narcissist God really has an ego bigger than anyone in human history I can't even compare it to anyone.
God has a personality very much like the joker from Batman only he's really really old and really really tired all the time.
God is an actual fire deity all deities have an element that they are one with don't look at light and dark As Elemen's there forces though should never be confused with elements, God is a fire deity and his true form is a Giant Platinum star he's like a platinum pearl, but only it's a Massive Fucking star that's bigger than the multiverse. - also known as his Spirit Powers the universe all universes everywhere therefore he's bigger than the multiverse.
God will tell his people he loves them multiple times without proving it, . . . So Far . . .
God is constantly conspiring against other Deities and then looking at everyone with a look on his face like yeah, I'm planning something I'm plotting something but I'm being real quiet and having a poker face with a slight smirk.
All these are Extremely loyal to God without him they wouldn't be part of the Holy Sacred, Divine Family AKA known as the gods deities are actually an alien race they don't have to look Human by any means then it's just one of the many forms actually deities are polymorphous, do you teeth are in Alien rates a compliment the bench into which logic and everything of our own Reality does not apply in that dimension I know it's impossible for your mind to comprehend that cuz you're trying to grab on this some kind of logic from this reality it looks nothing like this reality it acts nothing like this reality even a dream world wouldn't even compare to it.
God said this and I quote : I Care, Not ! - For the Mortal's !
Allah, Ptah, God, The Old One - is so overwhelmingly hot, It gets other deities third degrees burns and they're all made of energy. - there's no way to measure the heat index of God It is the temperature Wise Speaking The hottest thing in all existence.
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